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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where humans and androids live together, one human secretary walks into her handsome boss's office to find that he's become glitched. Now she must reboot him.
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"content": "(1/2)\n\n\"Sally, come in here!\"\n\nMr. Merzer's voice was loud, harsh and unnaturally tinny, and Sally rose from her desk with a start, pausing only to place her half-finished mug of coffee securely away from the edge of the table before hurrying into her boss' room. The curvaceous brunette had a desk just outside her boss' office, but he did not usually call for her like this; normally, he preferred to use the intercom, or to step out and talk to her directly. A small part of her imagined that he liked looking at her - with her bushy, brown hair, bright eyes and generous chest always snugly wrought in a tight-fitting blouse or sweater. Only, androids didn't really have sex drives, did they? It seemed academic to Sally; today had been perfectly ordinary up 'till now, and he had already come out to ogle her more than a few times during the day, until now, when it was 4pm and everyone else had gone home. An otherwise typical Friday, except... well, except that now he was yelling for her, in a voice that was both unusually unpleasant and very, very loud.\n\nSally walked as fast as she could to the door, and threw it open. To her consternation, she found her employer standing with his back pressed against the wall, the synthetic muscles in his jaw creaking and working aggressively as if he were grinding his teeth. The moment Sally entered the room, Mr. Merzer's eyes fixated on her, and his left arm came up in a spasmodic salute before hammering loudly back against the giant glass wall behind him.\n\n\"Sally!\"\n\nThe android's yell was almost painfully loud, and Sally flinched a little as she took a step forward. She had seen Mr. Merzer distraught before, angry, even furious, but she had never seen this. This-- unnatural behavior. This malfunction.\n\n\"Sally!\"\n\n\"I'm here, Mr. Merzer..!\"\n\nFrowning, Sally took another step forward and held out her hand, almost as if trying to ward off his malfunction. The android craned his neck dangerously, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and made a braying sound as if of a dying sheep. Then his head snapped back into place, and he bellowed once more.\n\n\"Sally! Get-- Get in here! Sal-- S. Sally!\"\n\n*He's glitching!* The revelation came to Sally like a flash of light; she had heard of it, when androids went haywire due to some internal misfiring of electric currents. Like a neurological mishap, only far more devastating-- and also far more easily solved. Or, so she had heard. Sally had never worked very much with androids before, and working as Mr. Merzer's secretary had been her first real job after college, so this was the first she had ever been to working face-to-face with a non-human before. All the more pressure for her to perform now; knowing Mr. Merzer, he would not appreciate her running away to get help rather than try and fix the problem herself. Mr. Merzer was a man of action - the sooner, the better - and he had often lectured Sally on her timid nature, her slow and measured responses, her cautious approach. Now, watching the synthetic person spasm and twitch, Sally felt a pang of resolution mix with her fear and pity. She would *fix* this. \n\nOf course, fixing a machine is one thing. Fixing a living, thinking machine is another. Much like a person trying to psych themselves up to perform open heart surgery without any prior training, Sally tried to muster up as much courage as she could while she carefully approached the malfunctioning body of her boss. He seemed wholly unaware of her now, and his voice had reduced to a low, monotonous groan deep in his simulated throat. He did not react when Sally came up to stand right before him, nor did he respond when she reached out and touched his shoulder gently.\n\n\"Mr. Merzer. Please. I want to help. What-- what can I do?\"\n\nThe android sputtered a pained whine, but did nothing else. His back remained firmly pressed against the glass, which was now all that kept him from falling the eight stories down to the street below. In his suit and tie, he looked like a grotesque parody of a Wall Street stock broker contemplating taking the big dive after a failed investment, but Sally had little time to contemplate that. Realizing that she was unlikely to garner any useful advice from the ailing robot, she instead turned to his desk. There had to be a manual, an instruction book, *something..!*\n\nWhat she found was a pamphlet bearing the name OmTronic MicroSonics, which depicted a group of androids beaming happily at the reader. Near the bottom was a phone number labeled 'technical support'. Flustered, Sally picked out her phone, dialed the number and let it ring.\n\nOne ring. Two. The tone howled in her ear while Mr. Merzer croaked a semi-coherent \"Sa-llee\" behind her. Finally, an automated voice spoke through the phone.\n\n*\"Thank you for calling OmTronic Industries technical support hot line. We are unfortunately unable to answer your call due to unforeseen financial difficulties and the legal ramifications thereof, but we direct you instead to our website, w-w-w-dot-omtronic-transnational-limited-dot-co-dot-uk-dot-com. There, you will find answers to your technical queries, manuals for proper use, care and handling of your OmTronic product, and--\"*\n\nSally cut off the phone, feeling her frustration grow. Anxiously, she ran out into the hall to where her own desk was located, and navigated to the unwieldy site. Immediately, she was greeted with a message board of complaints, anger and despair, and it took her the better part of five minutes to navigate to the section detailing with \"glitches, crashes and other sub-optimal behavior\". A series of diagrams followed. Sally peered at them, her eyes going narrow, then growing wide.\n\n\"No...\" she muttered, but a crashing sound from the next room made her reconsider her actions. It sounded as if Mr. Merzer's issues were getting worse; the groan had turned into a full-bodied, electronic moan of discomfort, while his fingers scrabbled, claw-like, against the glass.\n\nSally ran up to her boss, and looked at him with a mix of pity, nervousness and a great deal of trepidation. What she was about to do was not exactly *professional*. And given that she had only been with the firm for four months...\n\n\"Please forgive me for this, Sir.\" Her voice was low and tinged with embarrassment as she kneeled in front of Merzer's convulsing body. \"It's-- it's for your own good.\" Her fingers traced up and found the buckle of the android's trousers, and after unbuckling it she undid the pants themselves and pulled them down. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect to find within the confines of the synthetic man's underwear. A perfunctory organ for waste elimination, perhaps. A smooth surface like that of a Ken doll. Something, anything-- just not what she found.\n\nIt collided with her face like a meaty baton, the synthetic flesh as warm and throbbing as any real cock. Sally gasped in horror as the girthy fuck-pole literally slapped her across the nose with a sound that she felt must have reverberated around the entire room. Warm, thick, and with the veins to rival the real deal, it had a faint scent of cloth, and a faint scent of salt - something which surprised Sally, even as she struggled not to scream. It was not the presence of it as much as the surprise of it that frightened her; after a few seconds, in which nothing much happened except the thing pulsed spasmodically in front of her face, Sally swallowed a deep breath and centered herself. She had to do this. She *had* to..!\n\nCarefully, the busty brunette stuck a finger in her mouth, allowing it to soak the clinging wetness of her spit, before reaching it around Merzer's back and wiggling it slowly between his taut cheeks. The android made a strained sound, but whether of reluctance or something else entirely, Sally couldn't tell. However, the long, thick android cock did throb particularly hard as her wet fingertip found the entrance of his ass, and a pearly drop of clear, white fluid emerged from the tip of his massive synth-cock. Carefully, Sally swallowed a mouthful of nervous spit and tried to ignore the big member practically rubbing itself against her face while she made an effort to navigate her digit into the impossibly tight confines of the robot's posterior. One firm push, without result. Another, and another--\n\n*'If the reset button proves difficult to access, you can re-rout the body's natural processing heuristics by abusing a kink in the sensation-network. Just induce some sort of emotion - pleasure, pain, tickling - and the natural barrier should give way.'*\n\nSally recalled the words from the tutorial on the computer; it had been a freelance synth engineer who had written it, someone unaffiliated with the company but apparently knowledgeable about androids. A random nobody who had taken his time to sit down and write an answer for whomever might need it, since the company themselves apparently had no interest in helping. Sally tried to recall the username, but failed; it was hard to remember much of anything in her current situation, especially because Mr. Merzer had begun growling like a dying modem while tapping his curled fists against the glass window. Sally was thankful that they were high enough up that no one could feasibly see them - although if they could, what would they see? A CEO of a company mooning the world? Or maybe a man leaned against a glass window with a curve brunette on her knees in front of him... well, it was a moot point. She had come this far, and it would be madness to stop now. Sally licked her lips, cursing herself for what was about to happen.\n\nThen she wrapped her mouth around her android boss' cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The end of the world has occurred. Two lonely souls find safety and refuge in an underground shelter.
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"content": "*In the end, the world did not end with a bang, nor with a whimper. It simply died.*\n\n \n\nMicah stumbled through the door with a grunt, the searing pain of his back causing him to double over as debris, molten and excruciating, struck his hunched figure. It was all he could muster simply to push the heavy slab of steel shut behind him, and when he had done so, he slowly slid down onto the ground, matted hair dripping with sweat. For a few, long minutes he simply lay there, letting the pain of the calamity outside fade along with his rapid pulse. Slowly, he began to move. Even more slowly, he got to his feet.\n\nThe bunker was much as he had expected; brute concrete and plain, naked walls opening up into a low, vaulted space about the size of a swimming pool. Even here, the force of what was happening outside had spilled over, and several pieces of the concrete ceiling had fallen and shattered, creating an obstacle course of uneven, crunching ground beneath his feet. It seemed like some kind of ante-chamber, and Micah imagined what it would have looked like, packed with refugees as had been intended. Hundreds of them, slowly being sluiced through the massive door on the other side of the room, to find a new life underground. A safe haven for the masses. A Shelter.\n\nIt had never happened. The end, when it came, did not leave room for evacuation. Micah could still feel the fear coursing through him as he walked unsteadily towards the entrance proper, each step causing his legs to shake with the post-stress of adrenaline. It had been so fast; one minute, gazing up at the sun, huge and red in the sky, and then-- the chaos. The panic. Micah had never seen destruction of that scale before... or death, that up-close. Screams. Wails, pleading cries for mercy, for clemency, for help. And his pulse beating in his ears as he ran, ran, ran for the only cover he knew might be safe. Running. Sprinting. Leaving his friends and neighbors behind, leaving them to die--\n\nThe door felt cool against his hand, and Micah watched as his fingers shook with the after-image of what he had seen. A faint rumbling came from behind him, and the lean man cast a glance back at the place he had come from. How long would the door hold? How long until even this place became untenable? Wasn't he just prolonging the inevitable by sheltering down here, in what would undoubtedly become his private, lonesome tomb?\n\nMicah scowled and pushed the gloomy thoughts away. No time to dwell. It was survival, at least for now. With some effort, he managed to maneuver the heavy blast door open just enough to allow himself to slink inside, and then he pulled it shut, until the heavy metal slammed shut with a satisfying bass sound. It was the sound of safety, of protection, but Micah couldn't help but feel that it was as much a death-knell as anything else. As he began to slowly stagger deeper into the bunker, the sound seemed to follow him long after it had already passed, and when it finally faded, it was replaced with an eerie silence that was only broken by his own, uneven footsteps. He was alone now. Truly and utterly alone.\n\nAt least there was furniture here. In contrast to the antechamber, the interior of the bunker proved quite comfortable, cozy, even, with rugs and soft seats softening the depth of the silence as Micah shuffled past. He had no idea of the layout of the place, but it seemed that everything was connected to a central hallway that was furnished stylishly with plastic potted plants, a few works of gauche pop-art and a bench here and there for relaxing. As he progressed, Micah noticed that the floor was subtly slanted downwards, and he realized that the bunker must stretch deep beneath the earth, much larger than he had expected. Then again, you wouldn't pour several hundred people into a bunker to leave them packed like rats, would you? It seemed that whoever had designed the place had cared about the people who would one day inhabit it. Large, open areas, flowing water fountains, plastic greenery-- what irony, mused Micah, that only one person would ever get to experience it. All the space in the world, and no one to share it with. He sighed. Softly, the sound reverberated back at him, like ghosts caressing his cheeks. He trudged on.\n\nEventually, he arrived at what could best be described as a mix between a mess hall and a cafeteria. Rows of tables and benches lined the floor, and on the far wall was a counter and tools for serving food, as well as a door frame leading to a kitchen. With a groan, Micah settled on the nearest bench, and stretched his legs carefully. There were burns along the shins and thighs, and his trousers were tattered where molten debris had struck him. Gingerly, he poked a finger at a hole the size of a quarter that had been burned into his thigh, and winced at the pain. There was what looked like a scrap of brick stuck in the wound, but until now, he had barely noticed it. Gently, he nudged his fingernail beneath it and pulled it out. Underneath, the flesh was charred and cauterized. A tiny crater of injury that would undoubtedly take a long time to heal. Well, he had time. In fact, it was the only thing he had left to him now.\n\n\"Uhm... hello?\"\n\nThe voice came out of nowhere, and Micah jerked and started, swiveling his neck around to locate the source. It was a woman, roughly his own age, with long, auburn hair and a faintly heart-shaped face sporting wide, nervous eyes. She was wearing a gray hoodie, black leggings and sneakers, and in her hands she held a large pipe wrench, the steel shiny and pristine. It had clearly never been used, but Micah kept his eye on it as he slowly turned to face the woman. Pointedly, he held up his hands and made an effort to look up at her face, instead of at her weapon. He smiled weakly.\n\n\"Easy. I'm not going to hurt you.\"\n\nThe woman tried and failed to stifle a smirk, and jerked her head in a faint shrug. \"Yeah, you don't look in any condition to hurt me. Are you okay?\"\n\nMicah nodded, and slowly lowered his hands. Rather than stand up, he leaned back and splayed out his legs, letting the pain gnaw at the corners of his mind while he tried to make sense of the situation.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said, speaking slowly and deliberately. \"I'm fine. They're just scrapes, really. I'm Micah. And you are...?\"\n\nThe auburn girl shot him a quizzical look, and then went over and took a seat at a bench opposite Micah's, letting the wrench rest easily between her legs.\n\n\"I know who you are. We went to high school together-- don't you remember? Rebecca?\"\n\nMicah narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he recognized her; Rebecca Ahlman, the perky, pretty book worm with whom he had shared a few classes. It had been a while since he last saw her, and even then, he had never spoken with her in person. She had been, as far as he had been concerned, one of the background characters of the drama-filled years that were high school. Now, eight years later, it was strange to see her again. Especially here, of all places.\n\n\"Right.. yeah, of course. Sorry. Rebecca. I remember. It's... been a while.\"\n\nThe woman smiled and shrugged. \"Eight years, give or take? I know we never really spoke much, but.. I recognized you instantly. I honestly thought you moved away after high school, to New York or something.\"\n\nMicah nodded. It was strange to be having a conversation like this after everything that had happened, but he found it oddly comforting. A semblance of normalcy among all this havoc.\n\n\"I did, actually. Spent four years as a photographer in Long Beach. Moved back here when the money dried up. Competition's fierce out there...\"\n\nRebecca smiled, but it was a faint expression. She cocked her head and stared at Micah's injuries, while the wrench bounced absently between her fingers. \n\n\"I never got to visit New York,\" she said wistfully. \"Stuck around here to help out my folks, running the business. Always planned on going but.. never got around to it.\" She sniffed, and her gaze fell to the ground between them. \"Guess it's too late now. Whatever's happened here probably wasn't just a local phenomenon. It's.. I honestly didn't think anyone else would come.\"\n\nMicah frowned. \"I saw it. The sun... whatever it was, it definitely hit everywhere.\"\n\nRebecca glanced back at him. \"How did you make it here?\"\n\n\"I ran.\" He shrugged, averted his eyes. \"I was close by, and I figured...\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Rebecca let the wrench thump down on the hard floor and nodded solemnly. \"That was probably the right thing to do.\"\n\nStaring at his new companion for a prolonged moment, Micah groaned and staggered back onto his feet. Now that he had had some time to rest, he felt the aches and pains of his injuries more potently than before, and the walk over to the kitchen was slow and fraught with pauses. Still, Rebecca did not offer to help; she simply observed him at he made it over to the kitchen counter, where he located - as he had suspected - a pristine first aid kit. Carefully, he picked out tweezers, gauze and a few other remedies, and then staggered back to the nearest table, where he began to gingerly tend to his wounds. After a few moments, Rebecca stood up and walked over to join him.\n\n\"I guess no one else is coming.\" It was a statement, not a question, and Micah simply grunted in assent. Bits of rubble were now littering the ground between his feet, with more than a few flecks of blood staining his fingers and clothes. Every movement made him wince in pain, but he simply gritted his teeth and kept working, while Rebecca gazed at him with furrowed brows.\n\n\"You ought to let me do that.\" Her voice was soft but commanding, and Micah did not protest as she stepped up and took the tweezers out of his hand. Quickly, Rebecca gathered the first aid kit in her hand, and then reached out her other hand towards him. \"Come on. You gotta lie down.\" \n\n---\n\n(1/3)\n\n[More of my writing](/r/anamazingferret)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where penises have no maximum size.
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"content": "There was nothing quite like getting a blowjob from Lucy. She must have been in a particularly raunchy mood today, since this was the second time she was sucking me off within the hour. We were out in public, too – hidden under the shade of an apple tree. Lucy kept looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes as her tongue worked its magic, contorting around my cock like you wouldn’t believe. But just when I thought I was done for, Lucy pulled back. I looked at her. She looked at me. I looked at my cock. \n\n“What are you doing?” I asked.\n\n“It’s a surprise.” I hated surprises. Maybe a minute later she started up again, licking my thing like it owed her money. I guess I couldn’t complain if she was going to do it like that. That gal’s sloppy knob-slobbering was driving me crazy, but she brought me to the brink again without letting me go over. \n\nLucy started at it again, this time rubbing it between her tits like she knew I liked. I wished she’d just suck it some more, but my head was hazy, so I couldn’t really find the words. On the other hand, my dick head was wayyyy up there. What was it doing that high up? Lucy didn’t seem to mind. Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. She pulled back again, making me groan. I hadn’t even been close that time.\n\nShe was giving my balls a good tongue-massage, and ordinarily this would’ve turned me on like mad, but I was getting light-headed. How long had this been going on? My dickhead was out of sight, my erection towering over the tree. I started seeing funny things, like all the titties I’d ever seen in my life. Then I saw God, and He said I had a big dick, and I said thanks, and He said no, it’s too big. I knew He was just jealous, but even He couldn’t smite down my gargantuan penis. \n\nAt some point in my delirium, Lucy had vanished. I would’ve gone after her if I’d noticed, and if I weren’t paralyzed by my own erection. No, it was just me and the Thing That Could Not Be. I heard a voice, either aloud or in my head: *The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.* At least I knew that he did – a comforting thought as I drifted off.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Non-cliche incest
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"content": "It would probably be a big help if you were to note stuff you find cliche so we know what to avoid, but since you didn't I'll go as non cliche as I can.\n\nA closeted gay man realizes that his son is reading gay porn, after confronting the son about it and finding out that the son is unsure of his sexuality he decide that it might be best if the son has a talk with \"A friend of the family\" who can show him how gay sex really works so the son can come to understand it. \"The friend of the family\" may or may not be the dad in a rather poor disguise."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sitting in the parking lot at school waiting for class to start
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"content": "_God, I fucking hate this commute_.\n\nMike pulled into his spot at South Coast College Prep. After moving across the country, so that his wife could pursue her dream job heading the University's Neuropsychology lab, the only teaching job he could find was at a private school about an hour away. Depending on the cruel whims of the traffic gods, that hour often became closer to 90 minutes. So he had taken to leaving early to beat rush hour, hitting the road around 6:000 am. It meant he usually got to campus a good hour before the morning staff meeting that proceeded the first bell. It gave him enough time to drink a cup of coffee and become a person again before reviewing his lesson plans for the day. It wasn't perfect, but it was fine.\n\nAfter pulling the keys out of the ignition, he pulled out his phone with a sigh. _More fucking political nonsense. What a joke_. He quickly scrolled through twitter and made sure he didn't have any urgent emails. Glancing around at the empty parking lot, as the early morning light cast shadows that most people never see, he opened his reddit app on a whim. \n\nScrolling through his front page, his eyes were drawn to a gif titled, \"Young schoolgirl gags on thick cock.\" No one was around, so he opened the gif and was rewarded with a petite blond in a plaid skirt and white mostly unbuttoned blouse kneeling on the ground. A white lacy bra cupped her breasts, exposed from the unbuttoned blouse. Her focus was entirely on the man standing in front of her: thick muscular calves and thighs, a tight ass, his hands running through her blond hair, his balls, shaft, and pubic area shaved clean of any hair. She struggled to work his impressively thick shaft into her mouth, responding to his encouraging hands with an enthusiastic effort to slide more and more of it down her throat. One hand gripped his shaft, while the other grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. Finally she released the cock, a trail of precum and saliva bridged her lips as she smiled up at her lover, looking adoringly at him as she began pumping his cock. Catching her breath, she leaned forward to take him into her mouth again, and the gif began again on loop.\n\nHe hadn't realized it, but his hands were down his grey trousers, wrapped around his now bulging cock, straining to be released from his tight slacks. He squeezed his balls, and began rubbing his thumb around the tip of his prick. Letting out a sigh, the gif began to loop for the fifth time, when he was interrupted by a tap at his window...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He wakes up, and finds he's now a she - and she's now the girlfriend of her old rival/enemy.
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"content": "I squeezed my eyes shut as I woke up. My head hurt and felt fuzzy, and my body felt heavy. I hadn't done anything odd the night before. No drinks after leaving work, I had gone to bed early... maybe I was sick?\n\nI laid there for a moment, trying to sort myself out, when I felt an arm wrap around me and squeeze something that definitely shouldn't have been there. My eyes shot open and I looked down, seeing the hand on a large breast, blonde hair cascading over both. The hand squeezed, and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. \n\nI sat up, and the hand fell away as I did. I looked down at myself. Tan skin, definitely a woman's body. A very fit, sexy woman too. Large breasts, a flat stomach, narrow waist, wide hips. No hair to be seen anywhere...\n\nI turned slowly and gasped at the person who was sleeping beside me. Greg Simms. He had been a thorn in my side since college, constantly managing to one up me. We had been in the same major, most of the same classes, and even scored internships at the same place. The company we now both worked at, Callman Corporation. He had been continuing his streak of one upping me there as well, just barely edging me out for a major promotion a few weeks ago. \n\nI looked at him, his short black hair out of sorts was in contrast to his usual tidy style around the office. He had a bit of scruff on his face, and I could see his muscles. It wasn't a surprise he was ripped. A former football player, and he always talked about how he went to the gym all the time. \n\nMy eyes trailed further down, to the parts of him still covered by the comforter. I could see the bulge there, sticking up. I recoiled a bit, trying to put more distance between myself and him. \n\nI stood from the bed and looked around, spying a door that led to a bathroom. I stepped inside and looked into the mirror. \n\nThe face that stared back was only vaguely familiar. Like a long lost sister or cousin. I could see some of my mom's features in the face. The blonde hair was the same shade mine was. \n\n\"How is this possible...?\" I asked, my eyes widening as I heard my voice. Light and airy. I would have instantly written this girl off as a bimbo just hearing her talk, if I hadn't known I was inside her. \n\nI looked back down to my body, taking it in. There had to be some explanation. Especially since I could see tan lines. Thin ones, barely there, but the fact that they existed at all was a concern. It implied time. \n\nCould Greg have done this? I was in bed with him, likely in his home. It would make sense. I tried to think of his clients. Atlas was his biggest. Then... something with an M. Something foreign... I wracked my brain, trying to think. I knew it, I had heard him talk about it many times. Hell, I had tried to land the same client, written up reports, but...\n\nThe name didn't come to mind. The more I thought, the more I realized most facets of work weren't springing to mind. I looked into the mirror in horror. Something was wrong with my head. The fuzzy feeling, maybe?\n\nI closed my eyes and leaned on the sink, trying to think. This was a crazy situation, impossible, but it was happening. Somehow, some way... There had to be a way back. I just had to...\n\nMy eyes shot open as arms wrapped around me, and Greg leaned down to kiss my neck. I let out an involuntary noise at the feeling, the itchiness of his face and the intimacy of the kiss. I looked into the mirror at him and he smiled. \"Morning sexy.\" he said. \n\n\"Morning.\" I said, my hands moving to his. I considered trying to pull him off, escape his grip, but it wouldn't do any good. He was clearly much stronger than me. \n\nEven worse, I could feel him having an effect on this body. My nipples grew harder and my new equipment was... And I could feel something pressing into me just above my ass.\n\nI shook my head slightly, trying to lose that train of thought. \n\n\"How do you manage to look so amazing even right after waking up?\" Greg asked. \n\nI shrugged. \"Just, like, lucky I guess?\" I said, then I blinked. Why had I added a like in there? And why had I phrased that as a question? I hadn't meant to. \n\n\"Well, I know how this Saturday should start.\" Greg said, his grin widening. He quickly scooped me up so that he was carrying me bridal style, and started bringing me back toward the bed. I screamed and kicked my legs a bit, but he didn't respond. Once we reached the bed, he placed me down and leaned over me, kissing my lips. \n\nI let out a gasp once he pulled back from the kiss, and he smiled and did it again. Each kiss had an effect, making me yearn for him more and more. by the fifth, my arms were wrapped around his neck. By the sixth, I was meeting him half way. I initiated the seventh. \n\nHe grabbed my boobs and began playing with them. I wasn't sure if this was how it was for all women, or if my body was primed for this, or if he just, somehow, knew how it worked, but he played me easily. His hands moved expertly to bring me pleasure, and I was soon moaning and writhing under him. \n\n\"I love seeing you like this, Hailey.\" he said. I let out another moan, but that name... My mother used to talk about that name, saying it was what she would have named a daughter, had she had one. \n\n\"I can't hold back anymore babe. I'm coming in.\" \n\nI wanted to ask what he meant, but I didn't have time. I felt something probing my crotch, and then slip inside me. I cried out as he slipped into me. It felt like an eternity for him to go all the way in, an eternity before I felt him stop and his balls rest against my full ass. He barely waited at all before he pulled back and began thrusting in and out of me. As he did, I found myself giving in more to my body, to this life. \n\n\"Of God, Greg... That's so fucking good.\" I said. \"Like, fuck me harder...\" \n\nHe took my words as encouragement and began pounding me with increased vigor. My legs wrapped around him of their own vol... their own... on their own. I kept moaning and squealing like some slut from a porno. Greg continued to play with my boobs as he thrust in and out of me. \n\nI found my hips moving to match his thrusts, trying to pull him more into myself. Each time we came together, I heard his balls slap into me. I could smell the sex permeating the room. None of that mattered as I reached orgasm for the first time. My world went white, my toes curled, I let out a loud cry. \n\nIt took a couple of minutes for me to gather my senses, to realize Greg had stopped fucking me, pausing while fully inside me and kissing my neck as I came. Once I stopped arching my back and relaxed a bit, he went back at it, thrusting as hard as he had been before. \n\nAfter some time, he pulled out and turned me over. I was already spent, lost to the pleasure. He raised my ass into the air so that I was essentially presenting it to him, and he began fucking me from behind. The new angle felt as good, if not better than the previous one had, and I was soon moaning into the comforter, using it to muffle myself. \n\nI came twice more before he gripped my hips more tightly, his thrusting becoming more crazed. He went for another few seconds before pulling out. I felt something warm splatter against my butt cheeks and lower back. I felt my pussy react, yearning for him to be back inside me. I felt so empty now, so wanting... \n\nStill, I collapsed to the bed and felt Greg sit next to me. He put a hand on my back and rubbed a bit. \n\n\"You wanna get cleaned up first and start breakfast? Then we can talk about our plans for the day. I figured we could head out to the city and get some things for our getaway next week.\"\n\nI nodded into the comforter. I probably would have said yes to anything at this point. \n\n\"Alright. You hit the shower first then. I'll wait for you.\"\n\nIt took me a minute to be able to get up and make my way to the bathroom, my legs shaking. I closed the door and looked into the mirror. \n\nThe girl staring back was still panting, still looking flushed from her orgasms. \n\nI sighed. What was this life?\n\n(To be continued, maybe)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Turning back time
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"content": "[PART 1]\n\nI am such a loser. Never got laid. To be specific, i have a weird behavior around girls. It's not that i'm ugly. I stand 6 feet tall and have slightly blue eyes but whenever i come across a girl who i find cute, i cease to talk. It's like i forget how to speak and they think i am a creep all of a sudden.\nI love sci-fi books and television shows and always have wondered if all that stuff could be real. Like i could become spiderman and shoot webs out of my wrists and save the city or run as fast as a lightening bolt like flash and girls would get wet just by listening my name. Oh how the mind makes you imagine stuff. \n\nNever in my wildest thoughts I would have imagined possessing time travelling capabilities until one very special night. I came home late and cooked dinner for myself. It was an exhausting day to say the least. I was so tired that I couldn't even go to the bed and instead crashed on the sofa in the hall. I had a vivid dream. It was the most life like dream I ever had. A man approached me and said, \"You have a superpower son. You can control the time. All you have to do is say the magical words\".\nMy interest genuinely spiked and I asked him what those words were. He looked right in my eyes and said,\" FIGARO PUSS\" and with a sudden jolt I woke up.I remember I woke up laughing and thinking about the weird dream I just had then.\nI had breakfast, took a shower and left for work like always. \nI work as a typist in a sales company. It is a huge company and you could argue that I could have a better job but this job was sustaining my needs and offered okay money so I was continuing it. \nAnyways, I reached work and right after moving past the gates, secretary of the boss calls my name. I froze right there and could not speak a word. She was wearing a white shirt and a mini skirt which complemented her body perfectly. Her blonde hair tied in a pony tail behind her head. She wore black framed glasses and looked astonishing when she walked as her pony tail swung from right to left. I knew she hated me because I could never talked to her but just stared at her wide eyed. She assumed I was a pervert and an arrogant man.\nShe walks up to me and says in a professional tone,\"Good morning Ben, last night you forgot to submit the list of clients that agreed to merge. Do you have it now?\"I try my best to speak but the words fail me.\nShe comes closer and says,\" Oh come on Ben, you've been working here since a year now. Why don't you talk to me ? Is there something wrong with me?Seriously , get a life pervert. Drop this attitude or I'll have you out of these premises by talking to the boss. I know you stare at me all day but you can't even talk.\"\nTo avoid a scene i quickly move past her and suddenly a stupid Idea strikes my mind.I stop right there and whisper,\" FIGARO PUSS 5 minutes!\"\nHoly fucking mother of god, here I am entering the gates of the goddamn building again. The thing is , i remember this is a second time I am doing this today but everyone around me is acting just like they were doing the first time. I walk past the doors , a little scared and the secretary calls my name.\nShe walks up to me and for the love of god says the exact same thing again. There I am smiling like an idiot who has got the most amazing superpower in the human history. \nAlbeit a bit confused, She says,\" Good morning Ben, last night you!\" Her sentence is interrupted right after I slap her hard on the right cheek. Suddenly everyone is looking at us and she is shocked and teary eyed.I yell ,\" FIGARO PUSS 4 minutes\".\nThe third time I enter the gates, I had made my mind. I was sure what I had to do. I was the most confident person in the whole world. This time before she even calls my name, I wave at her. She is so much confused as i never could have done that before. I walk right upto her and grad her tits and give them a squeeze. Her eyes open wide and she shouts, \" Excuse me, asshole! What the hell are you doing? This is terrible. I'll report you to HR you pervert.\"\nEveryone from the floor stops doing whatever they were doing and are staring both of us now.\nMy confidence is on another level altogether as I clench her white shirt and rip it apart revealing the lacy black bra underneath. I move closer to her and quickly hold both of her hand behind her back. She struggles to free them but cannot do so. I lick the base of her neck while she is resisting at her level best. The fact that all the employees are looking gives me a weird thrill and I bite her left nipple from over the bra. She shrieks and utters loudly, \" HELP! HELP!\"\nNow I see the security guards running towards me. But right before anyone can even touch me, I grab my semi hard penis and yell,\" FIGARO PUSS 10 Minutes!!\"\n\n{Part 2 to be posted if I get further motivation}\nPlease give feedback if you want. "
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"content": "Here's two I've submitted the past that yeilded no results but i thought seemed like a lot of fun and were popular with upvotes at least:\n\n [Addams Family ] An innocent virgin missionary knocks on the mansion door. He's greeted by kinky teenaged nymphomaniac Wednesday Addams. She decides to seduce and corrupt him for fun. \n\n[Back to the future ] Things between Marty Mcfly and Lorainne get more physical in the car outside the dance"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A fuckboy's recent fling is sick and tired of him mistreating women. She decides he must be punished..by having him wake up as a hot, big breasted, attractive blonde woman, the kind guys like him can't help stop staring at all day long.
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"content": "\"What the fucking shit?\" I asked for, maybe, like the hundredth time since waking up. My body was gone, fucked up, changed, whatever you wanted to say. Now when I looked into a mirror, I didn't see my usual Adonis like form. All of my muscles, that I had toiled away at the gym for, were gone. Stolen, somehow. My brown hair, carefully taken care of to be the perfect length so that I could style it the way the chicks loved. My perfectly grown goatee, all of it. Stolen. \n\nInstead, I saw a chick. Normally, I wouldn't mind seeing a hottie like that. The fact that she was in the mirror, and was me? That was the fucked up part. She had long blonde hair, down to her ass. A smoking face, perfect DSLs, pretty blue eyes... fuck, to see her covered with my cum... \n\nI shook my head, looking downward. She had massive tits... a perfect figure all around. Narrow waist, flat stomach, wide hips and a nice full ass. I ran my hands along my body, feeling the soft skin. Nice and tan, just the way I liked my girls. I frowned and left my bathroom, walking back to my bedroom. As I walked in, my phone went off. I walked over and grabbed it, frowning more at the way the tits that were stuck to my chest swayed. I grabbed them, flinching at the feeling of my hand touching my nipples. I let go and looked at my phone, reading the text.\n\nFrom: Marissa\n\nMorning babe. I'm sure you've realized something was a little off already, right? That would be because of me. I wasn't crazy about the way you treated me, or any other women for that matter, so I decided to do something about it. You're now the type of girl you usually go for (Though, any port in a storm, right? That's how we ended up together a few nights ago after all). You'll be like this for a while. Maybe forever. We'll see if you learn your lesson. In the mean time, have fun on Tinder, babe.\n\nI squeezed my phone and almost threw it. \"That cunt. Who does she think she is? After I gave her what had to have the best fucking of her life, she does this shit? Somehow? I'll kick her ass.\" I said. \"And why the fuck would I go on Tinder like this? I can't score any hotties like this.\" \n\nAt that point, my phone buzzed a bunch of times in my hand. Looking back down, I saw 56 new notifications from Tinder. \"The fuck? I've never gotten that many...\" \n\nI opened the app and saw that it was different. It wasn't linked to my profile any more. It seemed to be linked to an account for this body. I looked at the name. Tiffany Summers. \"Cute, she used my same last name. Don't know where she got Tiffany from.\" Somehow, the gallery was full of pictures of this body. Lots matched the pictures that girls tended to post to social media. Bent over, duck facing, showing off their tits. Again, in a different situation, I'd be all over it.\n\nI looked at the myriad of messages that I was receiving thanks to Marissa's bull shit, and opened the top one. It was from some guy named Bill.\n\n\"Hi\" \n\n\"Wuts up?\" \n\nI rolled my eyes. How was that shit going to work? He was being too much of a bitch. No girl would go for that. I was about to close the appwhen another message popped up from him. I looked at it with a sigh. \n\n\"Wanna trade pics ;)\"\n\nMy eyes widened, and I felt something come over me. I smiled and tapped into the message My fingers moved on their own. \n\n\"Sure! Here's my snap TiffyBaby69 ;)\"\n\nI stopped, staring at the message. Why had I sent that? I left Tinder and moved to SnapChat, opening it. Like Tinder, it was now loaded with an account for this girl I had been turned in to. I opened it and saw a new request from Bill. Again, against my fucking will, I accepted it. I leaned forward, Squeezing my naked tits together and did a duck face, taking the picture and sending it to Bill. Once I was done, I tossed my phone down onto my bed and stared at it. \n\n\"What the fuck did that stupid bitch do to me?\" I asked, pacing as I spoke. \"How... why did I do that?\" \n\nBefore I could do anything else, I heard my phone go off and moved back to my bed, grabbing it. I saw a snap from Bill. I opened it and saw a hard dick staring back at me. It looked big, and for some reason I couldn't look away. It had a caption. \"U want this?\" \n\nI sat on my bed and spread my legs. I tried to stop myself, but couldn't. I angled the camera so that it had a perfect view of my new pussy, and then moved my other hand so that one finger was inside of me. I took the picture and attached the caption.\n\n\"O ya. Time and place?\" \n\nI sent the picture and let out a growl. It didn't take much time for another snap to come. Still Bill's dick, though the caption was a local hotel in the city and a time. 6 PM. I looked at the time and saw that it was about 1 PM. I took another snap of myself, this time me holding one of my tits and told him I'd be there. My body kept moving on it's own, standing from my bed and moving to my closet. I grabbed some old sweats and a hoodie and put them on. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I knew I wouldn't like it.\n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI walked up to the hotel room door, somehow not struggling on the high heels I was wearing. My outfit was humiliating. A tight, overly revealing pink dress that my tits and ass were basically falling out of. I was also wearing 4 inch pink heels, and had stopped at a salon to get my nails, hair, and makeup done. Pink nails and pink lipstick. I looked like a dumb bimbo. \n\nI knocked on the door, adjusting the pink purse that I had also bought. I had spent so much money today, I was going to kill Marissa. \n\nThe door opened and I saw Bill. He was a little out of shape, had a little bit of a belly. He had messy hair, some stubble. Fuck, was he even trying? \n\n\"Hey...\" he said. \n\nI wanted to roll my eyes and walk away. Instead, I found myself wrapping my arms around him and planting my lips on his, then slipped my tongue into his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, then started kissing me back. His hands reached behind me and gripped my ass, squeezing it hard. I moaned, lifting one leg to kick the door closed. \n\nAfter a minute, we broke apart and he was gasping. \"Woah, you're as hot in person as you were in your pics.\"\n\n\"Like, duh.\" I said. \"Now, are we gonna fuck or what?\" I asked. I hated it. I dropped my purse and began unzipping my dress. I turned around to let him undo the rest, which he did quickly. I let the dress drop to the floor and stepped out of it, then sank to my knees in front of him. I reached up and undid his pants, pulling his dick free as I dropped his pants and underwear down. Once his dick was free, I started stroking it. It was about 6.5\" long. \n\nI stroked it a few times and then opened my mouth, popping the head in and running my tongue along it. I hated the taste, but my body pressed on regardless. After a few licks, I pulled it in further, deep throating it somehow. I started bobbing back and forth on his dick. He groaned, grabbing my head and helping to pull me along, setting the pace. After a few moments, he tensed and my eyes widened. I knew what that must mean... \n\nHe pulled me against him. his pubes tickling my nose and his balls resting against my chin, and then his dick tensed and I felt him shoot his load into my mouth. My body again acted on it's own, easily swallowing his cum. He pulled away, a small amount of cum dribbling onto my lips and chin as he did. I looked up at him as I reached up and scooped the cum into my mouth. \n\n\"Aww, so quick. We didn't even get to the real fun stuff.\" \n\n\"Uh, you're just really good at that.\" Bill said. \n\n\"I know.\" I said, hating the compliment and my response. \"Still, you gonna, like, be good for another round?\" \n\n\"Eventually.\" Bill said. \n\nI nodded. \"Okay, I guess I'll need to help.\" I moved to the bed and sat down, spreading my legs and moving my hand to my pussy. I started playing with myself, fingering my new hole like I had been all my life. \n\nBill was staring like I was his own personal porno. Which, I guess I was, kinda. I played with myself for about 10 minutes, and then it hit me. I felt myself cum, my back arching and my toes curling. My eyes closed as I let out a loud cry of pleasure. My hand fell away from my pussy, and it took me a few moments to recover. When I did, and I sat up again, I saw Bill was hard again. I smiled and stood, then walked over to him. He smiled back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck again. He grabbed my ass, then lifted me. He might have been out of shape, but he was apparently strong enough to do that. He turned and put me against the wall, and I looked down to see his dick was close to my pussy. He didn't hesitate to reach down and position it, then thrust into me. I moaned, my hands squeezing his back, my long nails dragging across his flesh. He started thrusting, moving his dick in and out of me. I moaned, feeling myself getting pounded against the wall. \n\nHe was squeezing my ass as he fucked my, his head moved and he put his lips on my nipple, swirling his tongue over it. I moaned, feeling myself building toward orgasm. \n\nUnfortunately, I didn't get there. I felt him tense, and then his dick twitched inside me. I felt a warmth inside me, and my pussy clamped down to milk him. We stayed like that, with him inside me and holding me against the wall. After a few minutes, he released me and let me down. \n\n\"Um... sorry.\" he said. \"You're just so hot, and...\" \n\n\"It's fine, I guess.\" I said, walking over to my purse and retrieving my phone. I opened Tinder and navigated to the next message. It was from a guy named Jerry. \n\n\"If we wait a bit, we could...\" \n\n\"Nah, I'm good.\" I said. \"I'm gonna go. Got other plans.\" I said, typing a message to Jerry. \n\n\"What? But...\" \n\n\"I mean, if you can't even, like, last 5 minutes...\" \n\n\"Listen, you stupid slut.\" Bill said, sounding a bit angry. I felt a jolt run through me as he called me a slut. \"I can last more than 5 minutes.\"\n\n\"Sure you can, baby.\" I said. I got dressed and left the room, Bill yelling as I did. \n\nApparently, I had another date..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What’s better than having a wife? Having a wife and her 3 clones!
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"content": "My wife molly is a scientist although that's not an accurate description of her she is a award winning scientist like Nobel Peace prize level. We met in college 20 years ago. I was studying graphic designe and she was studying physics, biology, engineering and a few other course I can never remember she liked my art and sense of humor and I thought she was really cool and super hot, she had jet black hair bright green eyes and freckles, she was tall and she had really long legs and at the time perky b cup breast. We we're both in our mid 20s at the time. I was sitting at my desk working on that months payroll when my wife peeked around the corner.\n\n\"Hey babe\"\n\nHey what's up \" I said not looking away from the screen. \n\n\"Well I have a surprise for you\" she said \n\nI looked over at her with a concerned expression, her surprises often time caused me more stress than joy. There was the time she tried to make a franken dog/moose and succeeded which ended with me having to kill a franken dog with a claw hammer and a fork, and the time she tried to make my dick glow in the dark and ended up turning my ears green, or when she had her dr moreau faze whitch I'd rather not think about to be honest. \n\n\"Don't worry hunny you won't have to defend me from any reanimated monstrosities\" she said before glancing back past the door frame \n\nI raised one eybrow and stood up, I glanced over to the letter opener on my desk.\n\n\"Baby it's ok just walk slowly this way I'll take care of it \" I moved closer to the letter opener \n\n\"It's not like that\" she stepped into his office. \n\nShe was still as hot as she was when he met her just not as perky in some areas and some lines and wrinkles in others she also had streaks of white running through her black hair. \n\n\"Come in here \" she pointed at someone or something in the other room \"babe I promise \" she said trying to reassure me as a naked woman walked into the room. It took me a second to figure out what I was seeing.\n\n\"Hey what's up\" the woman looked exactly like a young molly and a bit younger than when he had met her too maybe a 18-19 year old version of her he opened his mouth when another molly walked in this time she looks like she was the same age as his wife and right behind her came a 3rd she was the same age as the first but she had red hair and blue eyes and bigger tits.\n\nWithout saying a word he looked over at his wife for an explanation.\n\n\"So long story short I've been trying my hand at cloning and gene manipulation, and this is the result the hardest part was getting them to be different ages and editing their personalities while still giving them similar memories....\"\n\nAt this point I wasn't even listening for two reasons:\n \n 1) the fact that I didn't know she was doing this ment she had reopened her secret lad after the franken dog incident.\n \n2) The 3 clones had started moving closer and closer and now all three were touching me the two younger Molly's were hugging me from the side and rubbing their perky tits on my arms and older molly was on her knees in front of me unbuckling my belt\n\n\"Hey Molly\" I said interrupting her lengthy \"short\" explanation \n\n\"Yes\" all four women said at once.\n\n\"I'm taking to non clone Molly\" the clones all looked back at her\n\n\"Yes dear?\" She asked with a quizzical smile \n\n\"What's going on ?\" I pointed to older clone Molly who was now rubbing my cock through my boxers. \n\n\"Oh , I forgot to tell you !\" She took 3 big steps over to me and the clones.\n\nThis is a bribe, so you'll let me work on this super cool idea I have.\n\n\"No, absolutely not I know exactly what your planning\" I said trying to get out of the grip of the clones, the oldest one now had my cock in her mouth and was sucking softly on my head. I tried to wrench his arms away but her clones we're much stronger than she was.\n\n\"Tell you what we'll talk after their done\" she quickly turned and walked out of the office and closed the door.\n\nI looked down older Molly now had my whole cock in her mouth she was bobbing her head at a steady pace I let out a moan as she pressed her tongue against the underside of my cock and sucked deeply. \n\nHow did she know to do that? Molly must have inplated her memories into them. Maybe he could reason with them.\n\n\"Hey...umm Mollys ? \n\n\"Yes\" the two Mollys on his arms said as the third was two busy working on his cock to answer. \n\n\"Could you tell me what my molly is planning or let me go so I can stop her before she does something crazy?\n\n\"Nope she has a really great plan.\"\n\n\"Brilliant really\"\n\nThey both answered one after another\n\n\"I give up\" I grabbed blond Molly and kissed her deeply my hand on the back of her neck she giggled into the kiss.\n\n \"do you like my hair? We know you have a thing for blondes.\" \n\nI felt another set of lips on my cock. The image of molly and her younger self sucking my cock Sid by side was surreal. They each took their turn on his cock handing it back and forth. \n\nHe started playing with blond Molly's nipple pinching it in his fingers before giving her boob a playful slap. She giggled and grabbed his neck pulling him into another kiss before walking over to the desk and bending over shaking her ass playfully oder and younger molly stood up and led him to blondys ass they took his cock and led it to her pussy. \n\nHe eased into her pussy slowly and let out a loud groan as he thrust deep into her cunt she let out a long sigh and the a squel as he bucked into her older molly grabbed his hips and pushed him into her faster as younger molly leand down and kissed blondy in a deep slopy kiss.\n\nFrom the door way molly watched her husband fucking her clones.\n\n\"I told you he'd go for it\" she looked back at the 3 clones of her husband who all shook their heads in dis belief. \n\n\n[Hey I did this manly for fun if you have any critiques or suggestions I'll be happy to hear them]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A night of passion with the perfect partner, from the point of view of a blind person
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"content": "I take my glasses off, not that it matters much but it feels more comfortable. He's been an amazing boyfriend! Caring for me, being my eyes when he can, not to mention an amazing lover!\n\nIt's the end of a stressful but fun day. An early dinner and a romantic walk on the beach came after hours of wedding planning. This is exactly the end of the day we need. \n\nHis soft touch against my bare breast, hardening my nipples the second his finger brushes past them. The \"I love you\"s whispered in my ear before kissing my neck. His cock entering my pussy. It all feels so amazing!\n\nThe slow gentle thrusts send waves through my body and chills of pleasure up my spine. I wish I could see the pleasure in his eyes as I match his rhythm. But God hearing his moans does just as well.\n\nI stop, my pussy tighting around his shaft as an orgasm surges through me. This is the hardest he's ever made me cum. One long moan follows as his cum pumps into me. I lift myself a little for the last few drops. \n\nWith a smile I tell him I love and, here's my favorite, then I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he tells me he loves me too. Perfect!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You usually spend the work day finding ways to secretly jack off to porn. The ungoldly amounts of testosterone left over from your nightly werewolf transformations force you to. Your boss just asked you to work the graveyard shift.
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"content": "It seems to be what I'm best at; kinky monster sex. Here's some more for you all to enjoy.\n\nAs always, feedback is very welcome.\n\n***\n\nContains: Fantasy Bestiality\n\n***\n\n\"You want me to what?\"\n\n\"You heard me Jonas. I need you to cover the night shift.\"\n\nHe stared at his boss in horror, desperately trying to think of any way to excuse himself. \"I... I really can't do the night shift. I...\"\n\nPlanting her hands on her hips the tall woman glowered down at him. \"Look, Jonas, I've respected your wish not to be on the night shift ever since you came here, despite it being a mandatory part of the contract you signed. No-one else can do it tonight. No-one. Company policy requires at least one worker on call and that will be you. Do you understand me?\"\n\nHe hung his head, unable to meet her stern gaze. \"Yes ma'am. I understand.\" *How the fuck is this going to work, what with my... problem.*\n\n\"Now,\" she continued, her voice losing it's severity, \"if you have any other problems, Keeley is on security tonight.\"\n\n*Keeley! Fuck. Fuck! Why does it have to be her!?*\n\n\"Well?\" his boss frowned at him, \"Get back to work.\"\n\nBack at his desk, he dropped back into his chair. \"Fuck!\" he swore under his breath and re-opened the document he had been supposed to finish, too distracted to return to the nude women eating each other out in the incognito browser. \"How the hell do I get out of this mess?\"\n\n***\n\nThe sun was already setting as he drove back to the office. Sweat trickled down his back and soaked through his shirt into the seat of his car. His body was already starting to tremble in anticipation of the night to come. A car pulled out in front of him, sharply cutting him off. He slammed on his breaks and bared his elongated teeth.\n\n*Fuck! Not yet, not before I even get to work. I can't turn in here!*\n\nDriving slightly erratically, he hastened to complete his journey. Leaving his car straddled across two parking spots. he rushed to the door and hammered on the glass, his fists clenched with strain as he tried to delay his transformation.\n\nKeeley strode over to the other side of the door and unlocked it. As Jonas stumbled inside she caught him and helped him to the seat behind the reception desk. \"Are you okay?\" she asked, a look of concern on her young face, \"You look terrible.\"\n\nHe struggled with himself, with the scent of her hair so close to him, her slender frame outlined in the blue-black uniform. \"I'm...\" he tried to open his lips as little as possible as he spoke, to hide his fangs, \"I'm alright, just... give me a minute.\"\n\nTotally unaware of the war raging inside of Jonas' body, she leaned down and placed the back of her hand on his hot, clammy forehead. \"You really seem sick. Can I get you anything?\"\n\nA deep growl rumbled in his chest and he snapped his head upwards, trying to catch her hand in his fangs, his elongated snout quivering. She pulled back faster than a mousetrap closes and hopped back several steps, adopting a combative stance. \"The fuck?\" she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to Jonas.\n\nJonas, meanwhile, writhed in his chair. His snout extended even further, his eyes dilated and thick fur sprang up through his skin. His muscles rippled and bulged, ripping through his clothing and long claws slithered from his fingertips and toes.\n\nFinally changed, he shifted his focus to the young woman before him, his canine brain noticing the strong stance, the stability of her movements. He could smell her ripeness, her prime youth and it burned into his consciousness as he howled to ceiling.\n\nKeeley didn't back away. She eyed him up, examining his clawed hands, the massive musculature of his chest, his rippling fur. A slight smile formed on her face, like you might expect from a pit-fighter eyeing up her next challenger.\n\nWith a deep, rumbling growl, Jonas rushed her, his arms grasping for her. She deftly sidestepped him and rammed her left shoulder into his side as he passed. He careened off course, colliding hard with the seating against the far wall.\n\nHe staggered back, shaking his mighty head from side to side, and rushed at her again. Once again, she deftly sidestepped him, ducking under his wildly swinging arm and she kicked his leg out from under him. He fell hard on his back, tongue lolling, panting as he stared at the ceiling.\n\n*Strong mate, Keeley good.* He tried to collect himself, still stunned on the floor. Instead, her personnel file, which he had processed after she was hired, flashed into his mind's eye.\n\n'Keeley Lowel, 20F. Hobbies: Triathlon, Marathon, Athletics, Dance, Aikido - 2nd dan.'\n\nHe could feel himself hardening as he thought of her wiry, muscular body; of his huge, canine cock buried inside of her. She stood slightly to the side, still in that combative stance, watching him grow erect on the floor, an odd expression on her face. She smelt good, like a bitch in heat.\n\nRoaring, Jonas sprang up off the floor, landing on all-fours. His entire being was focused on that slender woman, his hard cock swinging beneath him as he circled closer. *Need pack. Strong mate.*\n\nShe waited patiently for him to rush in again, but instead, he lunged in and darted back, trying to get past her guard. She shoved and sidestepped, circled and danced with him for a long time, her breaths slowly becoming laboured, but she never struck back, never attacked at all. His canine brain struggled to process it, to work out what she was doing. Finally, after a particularly vicious lung, it clicked. *She* was testing *him*!\n\nHe stopped circling, head cocked to one side, and she lowered her hands into a more relaxed pose. \"You're pretty good.\" she said playfully, still wearing that slight smile.\n\nSweat made her uniform stick and a definitive dampness seemed to clings to her crotch. The smell of it was intoxicating to him. Jonas inched forwards, careful to not seem overly aggressive and she allowed him to approach.\n\n\"You been reading my browser history.\" She reached out and carefully ran her hand over his muzzle, stroking his fur. \"Good boy, yes good boy.\" She cooed as she scratched at the fur behind his ears.\n\nConfused, Jonas reared back up onto his hind legs and gazed down at her, his massive tongue lolling out. \"No,\" she chidded him like a pet dog, \"down boy.\"\n\nHe lowered himself back down, and her hands returned to his fur. She had stepped right up to him now, and he nuzzled at her moist crotch, sniffing insistently. \"Down.\" She snapped at him and, using her bodyweight as leverage, pushed him to the floor. \"Now roll over.\"\n\nHe obeyed, rolling onto his back. His arms and legs splayed tiredly out. His still hard cock throbbed above his belly, rising slightly. She smiled down at him, his nose between her ankles and began to strip. She took of her trousers and pants first, revealing a tight ass and even tighter pussy, glistening with her own wetness. Then she began to unbutton her shirt.\n\nAs she did so, he raised his head upwards and licked at her moist womanhood, tasting her ripe sex. She let out a slight moan and continued to undress, allowing him to explore her with his hot, wet tongue. The shirt came off, and then the bra, and finally she reached down and pushed his head back to the floor, dragging his tongue out from between her lips.\n\n\"Stay.\" she commanded him and without a second glance she strode around him and planted her feet on either side of his hips. His broad cock inched upwards towards her and bulged at the base. His massive cock twitched as she lowered herself onto it, stretching her lips wide. She moaned and gasped as she pushed it in, deeper and deeper until she sat on his knot, his hot pre-cum already leaking down his shaft and pooling in his fur.\n\nHer hands roamed over herself, twisting violently at her nipples and clit, rubbing herself as she rose back up, slowly drawing his long shaft back out into the cool air. Just when he thought it would slip out, she shifted her weight from her feet and fell, skewering herself on him with a rush that left her panting almost as loudly as he was.\n\nShe continued to ride him in the entry hall, completely ignoring the glass front of the building, or the possibility of being seen. She hoisted herself up and then dropped heavily back to his chest. His clawed hands joined hers and she massaged herself with his razor sharp fingertips.\n\nEventually, his fat cock began to twitch inside of her dripping pussy. She lowered herself carefully back down until she once again rested on his knot. Moving her hands down to his knoit, she pushed and squeezed and wriggled, forcing it into her tight pussy, one side and then the other. It stretched the walls of her vagina to breaking point, locking him inside of her.\n\nShe began to frantically bounce up and down, gasping louder and louder as his knot stopped her short. His huge cock flexed and pulsed as her whole body contracted down on it, falling partially limp in his grasp as a bucket load of cum blasted inside of her, filling her with burning hot fluid that frothed and bubbled as it squirted out of her, matting his fur.\n\nShe slowly pulled herself off his shrinking cock, her whole body shaking. She rubbed herself into his crotch, covering herself with his hot sticky cum and them slithered up him, lying across his chest. She kissed at his receding maw, sucking on his shrinking tongue as he slowly morphed back into a cum-covered, exhausted, bruised human being.\n\n\"That's quite the problem you've got there.\" she quipped when Jonas finally came back to his senses. \"How often do you need help with it?\"\n"
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"content": "Her long legs stretching in the air, her perky ass being hugged by her gym shorts, he shouldn't be watching this. It's his son girlfriend, probably his future daughter in law. But fuck she looks so good. \n\nHe tried to move but his body resisted. Keeley looked amazing normally and she worked hard for it. When they first met she was actually a little on the heavier side but that was years ago. \n\nHis cock grew hard as she continued her yoga poses. As she stood up she turned her head. The air was tense, the silence spoke volumes. He was caught with no good expiation. He was screwed. A lifelong closeness with his son flushed down the toilet...or atleast that's what he told himself. \n\nHe still hadn't managed to get through his excuse before she walked over, a small smile on her blushing face as she pushed the door closed. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple approaches you while you sit at a cafe and announces they want you to be their pet.
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"content": "The women stared me down. They must have been watching me. I've seen them here and there before, but I can't place them... Either way I didn't have much of a choice. I had just gotten evicted yesterday, I had just been fired about a month ago. Once you're poor and homeless in the city you may as well have been human garbage... And for a smaller woman like myself that meant being an unintentional cum-dump for rapists who'd never get caught.\n\nI sighed \"how long have you been waiting?\"\n\nThe woman on the left answered without skipping a beat. \"Three months.\"\n\n\"I assume this is sexual?\"\n\n\"Extremely.\" The one on the right said.\n\n\"But I'll be fed and sheltered.\"\n\n\"If we decide to feed and shelter you.\" Wonderful... A non-committal answer to a very important question. \"We know you,don't really have a choice. Sign here.\" She pushed a contract forward for me to sign. I tried to read it, but the legal jargon convinced me. Either it was air-tight or I wouldn't find the loopholes.\n\nI sighed again \"can I have a pen?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" One was slid over to me from the woman on the left. My hand shook slightly as it hovered in my hand just over the paper before I signed it quickly in a motion that was far from unpracticed. \"Good, now, first things first. You own nothing, give us your clothes.\"\n\n\"C-can't that wait until we get home?\" I blushed hard and swallowed softly.\n\n\"No. It can't. You will refer to both of us only as mistress, and you will not disobey us again.\" I winced at her explination \"furthermore, you will respond only to 'cunt' 'slut' and 'pet'. These are your names now.\"\n\n\"Y-yes mistress.\" I got up and pulled my sundress over my head, I wore my comfortable bra today, though with only B-cups I scarcely needed it. That was next, followed by my panties, perhaps older then I would have liked to be seen in, but passable. The entire coffee shop was watching me now. I had not shaved my pussy, it hasn't seen action in nearly a year at this point... This clearly displeased my mistresses, sense the one on the left immediately took out a razor and some shaving cream.\n\n\"Shave that off. You will not have hair anywhere but your head.\" She commanded. \"You will also keep it like that.\"\n\n\"P-please mistress, I'm shaking...\"\n\n\"Very well...\" She looked back to the coffee shop while her girlfriend tied me to the chair, \"everyone here can fuck her once.\" My eyes went wide in fear, I begged them not to do it, but they ignored me. That was the last time I would have dick for quite some time.\n\n-Three years later-\n\nI love my mistresses. As long as I do everything they ask they feed me once a day and let me sleep at the foot of their bed, sometimes, if I'm really good, they'll let me cum too!\n\n\"You really did do a good job picking her out.\" Mistress said.\n\n\"Oh, that was nothing compared to the hours you spent getting her fired and evicted.\" I knew they where responsible for the lose of my old life, but that wasn't a good life anyway, I mean, I didn't even have a mistress to serve! It kinda makes me sad for my mistresses... They really should have a mistress to serve too!\n\n\"Well, either way she's broken now. That's no fun... Wanna go find another?\" Wait, what?\n\n\"I thought you'd never ask!\" My other mistress smiled they got my collar, and took me on a walk before tieing me to a sign and leaving me there... Never to be seen again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're supposed to meet your best friend at her father's house. But when you arrive she's not there.
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"content": "Therese turned the vehicle onto the unpaved road. It was early in the morning. Jenny's dad lived quite a way out in the mountains. She had met Mike a couple of times when he had visited his daughter in the city. But this was the first time she would visit his home.\n\nBoth Jenny and Therese were students at the university. That's where they met. They stood next to each other in line during the first day's roll call. They quickly became best friends.\n\nToday Jenny had arranged for them to meet up at her dad's house for a hike on a nearby mountain. The trek was supposedly quite demanding but worth it for the view. Jenny's dad would join them. Afterwards he would cook them dinner while the girls relaxed in the sauna. They would stay the night as well. Therese expected it to be a great day.\n\nWhen she pulled up to the house she couldn't see Jenny's car. She expected that might happen since Jenny had a habit of running late. She felt a bit uneasy about having to spend time with Mike without Jenny around. She didn't know him very well. But the few times they had met he seemed friendly enough. And she was expected.\n\nTherese picked up her backpack and overnight bag from the booth before she walked up the steps to the porch. Before she could knock the door opened.\n\n\"Hi Therese.\" Mike appeared in the doorway. He was already dressed in his hiking outfit.\n\n\"Hi.\" Therese answered cheerfully.\n\n\"Please come in.\"\n\nShe followed him inside.\n\n\"Listen.\" Mike said when Therese had entered. \"I just got off the phone with Jenny. She's sick and can't make it.\"\n\nTherese heart sank. She had been looking forward to this. \"Oh. That sucks.\" she said.\n\n\"I was wondering... Since you're already here and all. I was wondering if you would like to go anyway. Even if it's just the two of us?\"\n\nTherese panicked internally. She had expected some awkward conversation for a few minutes until Jenny arrived but now she faced having to spend the whole day with someone she hardly knew.\n\n\"It's okay if you don't want to.\" Mike continued. Therese realized that she hadn't answered his question. \"I mean, we don't know each other very well. But I was hoping to get to know you since you have become such good friends with Jenny. And it is a beautiful day.\"\n\n\"It's not like I have anything else planned.\" Therese said before she even realized it herself. She wanted to punish her stupid mouth for not just getting her out of this situation.\n\n**The Mountain**\n\nAs they ascended the mountain they talked about various things. Mostly it was Mike who asked questions about where she was from, how she got to university and so on. But Therese did her best to keep the conversation going.\n\nIt took several hours to reach Mike and Jenny's favorite spot. It was a small hill on the side of the mountain free of trees. A small creek flowed past just below the hill making it a perfect spot for resting and having lunch.\n\nTherese looked down at the valley below. The view was amazing.\n\n\"Not many people know about this place. It's sort of our secret.\" Mike told her.\n\n\"I promise I won't tell anyone.\"\n\n\"Make yourself comfortable. We usually sit over there.\" he gestured to a spot on the hill. \"I'm going to wash up a bit.\"\n\nTherese took off her backpack and sat down in the grass. She watched as Mike went down by the creek and took his shirt off. His naked chest was shiny. It was a warm day and the hike had made them both sweaty. He started washing himself by taking water in his hands and splashing it on his torso and arms. Therese watched him and admired his body.\n\nMike looked up and met her gaze. Therese blushed and looked away.\n\n\"You should try it as well. It feels really good.\" he said to her as he finished up and came to join her. He didn't put his shirt on as he did so.\n\nTherese was hesitant but agreed. It did look refreshing. She got up and went to the water where she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. Then she had a choice to make. She could keep her sports bra on. Or she could do it properly. She looked towards Mike. He was waiting for her and looked at her with a smile. It was obvious that he wouldn't give her any privacy. Which was fair enough really. She had watched him while he did it.\n\nShe decided to do it properly. She took off her bra and released her breasts. The cold water felt good against her skin as she started to wash herself. As she washed her breasts she looked towards Mike. He was watching her intently. Her nipples hardened from the exposure to the water, the wind and Mike's gaze.\n\nShe decided to follow his precedent and not dress herself as she returned. She sat down beside him with her breasts exposed to the sun's warmth.\n\n\"You are very beautiful.\"\n\nTherese blushed. \"Thanks.\"\n\n\"Do you have a boyfriend?\"\n\n\"No.\" she answered shyly.\n\n\"Perhaps you aren't interested in boys?\"\n\n\"I'm interested.\"\n\nMike let the conversation drop and got out their lunch instead. As they ate they started to talk about other things. Therese saw Mike's eyes wander to her breasts every so often. She returned the favour and looked at his naked chest as well.\n\nOn the way down the weather turned and it started raining. They didn't engage in chit chat much more as the path had now become slippery and the hike more demanding.\n\n**The Sauna**\n\nAs soon as they came back to the house Mike took them to the sauna. He had put it on a timer so it would be warm when they came back. Therese started to slowly take off her wet clothes. She was unsure how she should deal with her underwear. She looked at what Mike was doing. He had already taken off his clothes. He stood naked with his back to her and filled a bucket with water. She took the opportunity to look at his butt. Then she took off the rest off her clothes.\n\nMike went into the sauna and Therese followed. There were two tiers of benches in an L shape around the walls. Mike sat down on the top tier next to the stove. Therese took a seat on the lower tier next to the door. She leant on the wall and put her feet up with her knees bent.\n\nAlthough they weren't exactly in line they were now facing each other. Therese had a perfect view of Mike's penis. While he was busy putting water on the stove she studied it intently. It was soft and rested gently on his ballsack which in turn rested on the bench between his legs.\n\nMike finished with the water. He looked at her in silence. Therese looked back but he didn't meet her eyeline. She realized he was doing the same thing she had been. Her vagina would be showing between her legs.\n\nTherese decided she would give him a proper look. She put one leg down on the floor and moved the other towards the back of the bench. Her pussy now lay in full view of Mike's gaze.\n\n\"That's very nice of you.\" he said.\n\nTherese didn't answer. Instead she focused on his cock. It was bigger now. Thicker. Longer. But it still pointed down.\n\nShe moved her hand to her pussy and spread it open with her fingers. All the time without taking her eyes off the cock. She wanted to see it grow. She didn't care if it was a bad thing to do.\n\nThe plan worked like a charm. His member grew before her eyes. It was now stiff and had fallen to the side of his ballsack. She started masturbating her pussy. Partly to make him more excited. Partly to make herself feel good. His cock started to rise from his body and stand up by itself. He took his hand and jerked it to its full potential for her.\n\nShe broke her eye contact with his penis and looked at him. He was eyeing her body. They both continued masturbating. Neither of them said anything. Therese was afraid that she would break the spell. Afraid that he would put a stop to it if she took another step. But she wanted it to escalate.\n\nTherese had never done anything like this with anyone. She had never seen an erect cock in real life before. She had certainly never masturbated in front of anyone. She wanted to take this all the way. She wanted Mike inside her. She wanted him to take her virginity. Right here. Right now.\n\n\"Fuck me.\" she requested simply.\n\nAs soon as she said it Mike lost it. Therese watched as his cock shot a stream of sperm onto his chest. Several more streams followed until he was covered in semen. As soon as it was over he quickly got down from the bench.\n\n\"Sorry.\" he said with an unsteady voice as he left through the door.\n\nTherese remained alone in the sauna. She could hear him use the shower outside. She removed her hand from her pussy and put her legs up against her chest. She held them with her arms and buried her face against her knees. She felt empty inside. Wondered what she did wrong.\n\n\"I'm going to start dinner.\" she heard Mike call out from outside before he left. She was alone now. Alone with her thoughts and her horny pussy. She wondered if she should masturbate some more. But it felt pointless. She didn't want to masturbate. She wanted to be fucked. But that opportunity had just walked out the door. That moment had gone.\n\nShe stayed for a while longer in the sauna before she showered and put on clean clothes from her overnight bag.\n\n**The Dinner**\n\nTherese walked into the dining room. She was apprehensive about what would happen next. She had no idea how Mike would behave towards her now. The table was set for two and most of the food was already on out.\n\n\"You're just in time.\" Mike came in from the kitchen with the last pan which he put down in the middle. \"Please sit.\" he gestured to one of the chairs.\n\nTherese sat down. The food looked good and she was hungry. For the moment Mike didn't seem to acknowledge their earlier interaction.\n\nMike explained the menu to her. As they ate Mike engaged her in some idle conversation about nothing in particular. Therese could feel the tension between them. The subject that they both avoided. She wondered if she should apologize. But she wasn't sure for what exactly. For leading him on. Or for making an indecent proposal.\n\n\"Listen.\" Mike said after a longer pause in the conversation. It was immediately obvious that he was addressing the elephant in the room. \"I want to apologize for earlier. You'd think I would be able to control myself better. It's just that you are so fine. And having a beautiful young naked girl ask me that... It was just too much.\"\n\n\"It's okay.\" she answered quietly.\n\n\"You must have had that happen earlier right? It must happen every once in a while with guys your age right?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Oh... Just me then.\"\n\n\"No! Sorry. I didn't mean that.\" Therese realized she had to set the record straight. \"I mean I haven't been with anyone else.\"\n\n\"Oh. Really? So you haven't had sex before?\"\n\nTherese looked right at him and shook her head.\n\n\"So you just asked me to take your virginity?\"\n\nTherese nodded.\n\n\"And is there any chance that you'd still be interested in that?\"\n\nTherese nodded again, with greater vigor this time.\n\n\"Okay. Just a practical detail. I don't have any condoms at home. But I got a vasectomy a long time ago and I haven't been with anyone for quite some time. So I'm pretty sure I don't carry any diseases. Is that okay with you?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" Therese was amazed that he would take such care to ask her that. It made her even more sure that this was the right thing to do. This was the perfect chance to do it and the perfect man to do it with. He would take care of her and not hurt her.\n\n\"Eat up and go and do whatever you need to do to get ready. I will clean up her. Then we can go up to my bedroom.\"\n\nTherese nodded and finished her plate. She felt horny again.\n\n**The Bedroom**\n\nTherese entered the bedroom first as Mike showed her in. It was a beautiful room on the second floor with a window looking out over the forest. In the middle there was a big sturdy bed made of wood.\n\nTherese realized that this was the bed where she would loose her virginity. It felt unreal. Mike would be inside her in just a few moments. She didn't even contemplate any other possibilities. She could think of nothing more than to perform the steps necessary to make this happen.\n\nTherese started undressing herself. She had her back to Mike and didn't turn around to face him. But she could see from the corner of her eye that he was undressing as well. Soon they were both naked.\n\nTherese wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. But she knew that she would have to give Mike access to her vagina. She was almost afraid to face him now. She approached the bed slowly. When she reached it she got up on it on her hands and knees and crawled to the middle of the bed. She arched her back and got down on her elbows. Her ass pushed up in the air and she could feel how exposed her pussy was.\n\nAfter what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few seconds, she could feel the bed move as Mike got up on it. He maneuvered himself behind her. He put his hands on her hip. Gently holding her. Then she felt it. The tip of his cock against her entrance. It wasn't pointy like she had imagined. Instead it felt like a blunt instrument. Like the top of a baseball bat. Her outer lips separated as he pushed inwards. Then it reached the point where it would actually penetrate her and go inside.\n\nTherese body tensed and she moved her body away from him. She realized she was being silly. The cock had barely touched her. Mike's hands got back on her hips and pulled her gently. She relaxed and moved back into position. Soon the cock was back at the entrance.\n\nThis time the cock just managed to get inside before she moved away from him yet again.\n\n\"Sorry.\" she said quietly.\n\n\"It's okay, Therese. It's your first time. Of course it's gonna feel strange. It might even hurt a little bit.\"\n\nTherese nodded. She moved back again. Mike's gripped her hips firmly this time. Then the cock was back at her pussy. Mike pushed it against her with a bit more force this time.\n\nTherese almost thought it would go in this time but then her body tensed yet again and she tried to move away from him. At first his grip on her hips stopped her but then he let go and she fell forward onto the bed.\n\n\"I'm sorry.\" She started crying and burrowed her head into a pillow. This wasn't how she imagined it at all.\n\nMike gently pushed her over on her side and lay down beside her. He wiped away a tear from her face.\n\n\"Should we stop?\" he asked. \"We don't have to do this.\"\n\n\"I really want to.\" She looked at him for moment before looking away. \"I don't know why I do that.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you aren't wet enough.\"\n\n\"It's definitely not that.\"\n\n\"Are you sure you want to?\"\n\n\"Yes. I'm sure.\"\n\nHe got up on his knees and grabbed her legs. He pulled her into a position on her back in front of him. She could see his cock now. Long, hard, big and pointing right at her. He bent down towards her and got one arm around her back. With the other he positioned his cock against her pussy. Before he pushed in he got the free arm around her back held the back of her head. He pressed her towards him and held his head next to hers.\n\nThis time Therese couldn't move away from him. The cock pushed passed its previous records. Her body tried to fight it. Her arms moved wildly before she settled on holding his arms. Her breath became irregular. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. Her whole lower body tensed.\n\n\"Relax!\" Mike told her. Not as a suggestion but as an order.\n\nTherese relented. She forced her lower body to calm down. She controlled her breathing. She moved her arms around him and held him as tightly as he held her. She forced her body to accept his cock even though it hurt.\n\nThen he stopped. She wondered why for a second before she realized that he was all the way inside her. She laughed with relief as the pain was over. Then she screamed in pain as Mike started to fuck her.\n\n\"It will get better. Just hang in there.\" he assured her as he started to move his cock in and out of her pussy.\n\nIt hurt even more when the cock pushed in where it had already been. Like a bruised area being repeatedly beaten. She got a bit of relief as Mike pulled his cock out of her. Then it forced its way back in. Her body didn't fight it anymore. It was as if it had given up. It let him punish her pussy unconditionally now.\n\nTherese didn't try to hide her anguish. She was openly crying and letting out exclamations of pain in Mike's ear.\n\n\"I promise. It's going to feel good soon.\"\n\nTherese didn't contemplate whether she believed him or not. She just let whatever was happening happen. Mike held her tightly and continued to fuck her.\n\nThen, after a while, she realized that it didn't hurt anymore. It wasn't that the pain had gone away but rather that the pain now felt good. She didn't mind when the cock pushed itself inside her anymore. In fact she wanted it. What had before been relief when the cock pulled out now felt like a loss. When it returned it brought pleasure along with it.\n\nTherese vocalization of pain had turned into moans. She wanted him to know that she liked it now. Mike didn't say anything. But she knew he got the message as he started to fuck her pussy faster and harder. His cock knocked the wind out of her. She had to concentrate on her breathing.\n\nTherese felt a sensation in her lower abdomen. Like butterflies in the stomach but lower down. The feeling intensified for every trust. Then it released. Like a dam bursting open. All the sensation radiated down to her pussy.\n\nThe orgasm overwhelmed her brain. She lost sight and feel for a moment. Her limbs all did their own thing. When she regained her senses she was still flailing. Mike had released her and lay beside her on the bed. He held a hand on her stomach. Like he tried to keep her from falling off.\n\n\"It's okay. It's okay. You just came.\" he assured her.\n\nTherese smiled and laughed nervously. Her body calmed down.\n\n\"Do you want some more?\" he asked.\n\nHer pussy felt empty without him in it. She nodded.\n\nMike rolled her over on her side and got behind her. He reinserted his cock inside her. He got his arms around her and held her tightly. One of his hands reached down towards her pussy and started massaging it.\n\nSoon Therese was back in ecstasy land. She moaned and breathed loudly. The feeling in her stomach returned. Slowly this time. It took forever to build. But Mike kept fucking her with a steady pace. His hand kept massaging her pussy. Finally it broke free and gave her another orgasm.\n\nMike didn't stop this time. He only paused momentarily while she rode the orgasm. Then he continued fucking her.\n\nThis felt like he had unlocked a new level of pleasure. Therese felt like she lost control of her own body. Her breathing became irregular. She had trouble keeping pace with his thrusts.\n\n\"Break... Can we... take... a break.\" she managed to get out.\n\nMike stopped and pulled out of her. He removed his arms around her and got up from the bed. She rolled over on her back. Still panting. She looked up at him. His cock was still rock hard. It was wet with juices from her pussy.\n\n\"It looks like you could use some rest.\" he said. He opened a closet door and pulled out a bath robe. He held it out for her to put it on.\n\nTherese managed to get up from the bed and stood on her legs. They barely held her upright. Her whole body still trembled. She got the bath robe on and Mike tied it around her waist. Then he lifted her up and carried her to the sitting room outside. He put her down on the sofa.\n\n\"I'm going to get us something to drink.\" he said. \"Will you be alright here?\"\n\n\"Yeah. I just need a moment.\" she answered.\n\nMike left her and went downstairs. As soon as he was out of sight Therese stood up and got into the bathroom. There she removed the robe and looked at her naked body in the mirror. It looked normal apart from the dried up tears on her face. She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs.\n\nTherese examined her pussy. Almost afraid that Mike had damaged something with his cock. It was red and wet. Her outer pussy lips were swollen. But other than that it looked intact. She started peeing into the toilet and watched closely. Like she expected it to be bloody. But it looked completely normal. She felt a bit silly for thinking that sex would somehow damage her. Like it wasn't completely normal.\n\nBefore she left she cleaned herself. She wiped her pussy with some wetted paper and washed her face in the sink. She put the bath robe back on and returned to the sitting room.\n\nMike returned with drinks and a light snack. He had put on a robe as well. He sat beside her on the sofa and turned on the tv. They consumed the meal in silence.\n\nTherese was feeling okay now. She thought back on the experience. How it felt to lose control over her body like that. She wondered when she would be able to try that again. She wanted another go at it.\n\n\"I want to fuck some more.\" she told Mike matter of factly. Mike didn't even acknowledge it. He simply turned off the tv and pulled her into the bed room.\n\nHe removed his robe and lay down on the bed. He used his hand to push his cock into an upright position. Therese wondered if he could get hard that quickly or if he had been hard the entire time.\n\n\"You can fuck me this time.\" he said.\n\nTherese let the robe fall from her shoulders and climbed up on the bed. She positioned her pussy above his cock and let it go in. It felt good to have it back inside her. She started moving up and down. She could control every movement now. Decide when his cock should leave and when it should enter. How far inside it should go and how hard it should penetrate her.\n\nIt was so not what she wanted.\n\n\"Can we do it like before?\" she requested.\n\n\"How do you mean?\"\n\n\"It was better when you were doing it.\"\n\n\"I thought you didn't like that. You asked me to stop.\"\n\n\"I did like it. I promise I won't give up this time.\"\n\nHe got a curious smile on his face and got up. He knelt down behind her and lowered his voice. \"So, you want me to take care of you?\"\n\nShe nodded.\n\n\"You want me to fuck you?\"\n\nShe nodded again. His demeanour scared her a little. But in a good way.\n\n\"You promise to take it?\"\n\nShe swallowed hard before she nodded.\n\nHe grabbed her wrists with his hands and held her arms in front of her body. \"You promise to do as I say?\"\n\n\"I promise.\"\n\nHe pushed her forwards onto the bed. Her head got pushed into the sheets. Their arms ended up between her and the bed pushing on her breasts. He pinned her upper body with his own and continued to hold her arms in a tight grip. She could still move her lower half. He didn't have to tell her what to do with it. She arched her back to give him as much access to her pussy as possible. It took him a few tries to get it in.\n\nThen he started to fuck her. Hard.\n\n\"Is this what you wanted?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" She concentrated on her breathing this time. Made it her number one priority.\n\nAfter a while the feeling in her stomach returned. Her breathing changed slightly as the sensation started to build inside her.\n\n\"Are you close?\" he asked.\n\n\"Yes.\" she managed to get out.\n\n\"Don't come until I say so.\"\n\nShe was surprised by his request. She had no idea how she should be able to control that in her current situation. He was the one fucking her. But she had promised to obey him.\n\nWhen the the orgasm made a break for it she managed to shut it down. She wasn't sure how. But she did it. Then it came again and she had to be quicker this time. The third time it almost got away from her.\n\n\"Please.\" she pleaded.\n\nHe pushed in one last time. Harder and further than usual. Then he pulled completely out of her. \"Okay. Come.\" he ordered.\n\nThe orgasm hit her hard. Therese lower body convulsed. Her ass moved up and down in tandem with the contractions of her pussy. Her legs started shaking. But her upper half remained still. Pinned as it were by Mike. She let out a loud grunt as she came.\n\n\"Okay. Back in position.\" he ordered.\n\nTherese hadn't even finished her orgasm. Her pussy was still contracting.\n\n\"Get your pussy back in position.\" he ordered sternly.\n\nShe willed her legs to obey her and managed to get her ass up. Immediately his cock got back inside and started fucking her again. She didn't get a chance to recover from the orgasm. Her breathing was all wrong now. She had to use all her willpower to get it back in order. Then immediately she felt the feeling in her stomach return.\n\n\"Oh no. Not again. Not so soon. I can't take it.\" she thought to herself. But the orgasm approached quickly.\n\nJust before she came Mike slowed down. Her body calmed. He started fucking her faster again. The orgasm came close. He slowed down a bit. Step by step he tuned his fucking to bring her to the edge but not push her over it.\n\nTherese lost track of time. She had no idea how long Mike held her at the brink of orgasm. But eventually he started fucking her faster. He increased his rhythm slowly. Bringing her closer and closer. When it was finally too much it felt different. It wasn't as explosive as before. Instead it felt like going over a waterfall. Slowly it went over the edge.\n\nShe let out a prolonged grunt. Her pussy cramped around Mike's cock. Her lower body tensed and her ass moved downwards. In the process she pulled him out of her.\n\nHe let her ride the orgasm to it's conclusion this time. She received no orders from him. When she felt ready she returned her ass to it's fucking position and he re\\-entered her.\n\nThis time he didn't try anything fancy. He simply fucked her with a good and steady rhythm. The feeling in the stomach didn't return. But she enjoyed it nonetheless. It was like wind down. After a while he slowed down and stopped.\n\n\"Is that enough for you?\" he asked.\n\n\"For now.\" she answered cheekily.\n\n\"There's just one more thing.\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\n\"How many times did I make you come?\"\n\n\"Twice.\"\n\n\"Plus twice earlier. That's four times. Now I want you to make me come.\"\n\nTherese contemplated this. It was a fair request. In fact it was more than fair. \"What do you want me to do?\"\n\n\"I would most like you to suck me off. But you don't have to. We can do something else if you want.\"\n\n\"No. I'll do it. You deserve it.\" she agreed immediately. Partly because it was true. Partly because she wanted to. She had spent so much time with his cock inside her but she still hadn't gotten up and personal with it.\n\nMike moved to a half sitting position at the head of the bed. He spread his legs to reveal his cock to her. It was hard and shiny with juices from her pussy.\n\n\"Do you want me to clean it off first.\" he asked.\n\n\"No, that's okay. I'll take care of it.\" Therese decided that she was going to do anything for him now. She lay down in front of him and looked at the cock before her. It wasn't until now that she realized just how big it was. No wonder that it hurt so much going in.\n\nShe reached out with her tongue and gave it a lick. The taste surprised her. She had assumed it would taste salty. Like sweat. But instead it tasted slightly sweet. Of course, it was her own juices she was tasting now. She would have to lick them off before she could get a proper taste of his cock.\n\nShe began the work of licking his cock clean. With the help of her hands she licked every bit of his shaft before moving to the top. She put the whole head in her mouth and sucked it clean. He let out a sigh of relief as she did so.\n\n\"You must have done this before?\" he asked.\n\n\"Nope.\"\n\n\"I must admit. I didn't think you would be this good at it.\"\n\nThe praise spurred her on. She started to move his cock in and out of her mouth while she sucked it. The bit that she couldn't fit in her mouth she started masturbating with her hands. She worked his cock until he came.\n\nThe sperm shot out of him with some force but she had managed to aim it away from her throat. It filled her mouth. Here was the salty taste she had expected before. She contemplated for a second whether to spit it out. But then she decided to swallow it. It took several attempts to get it all down.\n\n\"You know you don't have to swallow it?\"\n\n\"I know.\" she answered cheerfully. She squeezed his cock to make the last few drops came out before she licked them off as well. Then she lay down with her head on his leg with his cock still in her hand in front of her. He lay a hand on her head and stroked her hair.\n\n\"Too bad Jenny couldn't make it.\" she said.\n\nThey both laughed."
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"content": "Just walking in the door, she could feel eyes on her. This happened every time, not that she minded. In fact, it was half the fun of coming to the gym in the first place. Nicole knew she was hot, and she loved it. \n\nShe walked past the weight lifting area, swinging her hips with a purpose, pretending not to notice the ogling men. Some would hurry and add weight to their bars in an attempt to impress, a couple would try to call her over, others would just stop and stare. \n\nToday was cardio day, so Nicole continued to the treadmills. She chose one on the end where she could see most of the gym. Stepping on, she set the speed to a nice jog. She looked over at the mirror on the wall and admired her own body as she ran. Her perfectly round ass looked amazing in her tight shorts. Her large, full breasts bounced up and down with each step. Her stomach was toned and flat, highlighted by the crop top tank she was wearing. \n\nOccasionally, she glanced around the room, knowing she’d catch at least one man sneaking a look at her. As usual, that’s exactly what she found. The attention, this subtle game she played, was like fuel for her. It encouraged her to run faster, work out harder. \n\nThis time when she looked to the gym, she noticed a man she had never seen before. She didn’t just notice him, she damn near lost her footing when she saw him. Never before had she seen a man who made her react this way. Sure, every once in a while, a good-looking guy would walk in, but none as attractive as she was and certainly none that deserved her attention. This man, though. This man was a god sent to her. Suddenly, she had a fire burning inside. And somehow, this man was the only one in the room who didn’t seem to see her. She knew she had to change that. \n\nFinishing her run, she stepped off the treadmill and made her way to the middle of the floor. This is where she typically did her stretches. It was a strategic location because she knew the men lifting weights could see her in the mirrors. She always gave a good show, but today, the show was just for him. As she walked over, she took note of his chiseled body, every muscle well defined. He was perfection. \n\nNicole performed her stretches with a little more exaggeration than typical. She bent over slowly. Touched the floor a few seconds longer than normal. Did a little bounce when she lifted her arms over her head. None of this seemed to have any effect on this mystery man. Nicole grabbed a towel, and in a last-ditch effort, did a sensual rub down. She moved the towel over her stomach, lifted her top, exposing the bottom of her breasts. Still, not even a side eyed glance from him. \n\nFrustrated and confused, she decided it was time to leave. First, she went in to the changing room to freshen up and compose herself. As she bent over the sink, splashing water over her face, she felt someone come up behind her. His cock was hard and pressing against her ass. His hands on her hips, running up her sides. He reached under her top, her tits resting in his hands. She looked up in to the mirror and saw him, the gorgeous mystery man, standing behind her. Before she could do or say anything, he had her ponytail in his hand and jerked her head back. He looked at her in the mirror, whispered “I saw what you were doing you naughty girl”, and bit at her earlobe. \n\nMaintaining eye contact in the mirror, he moved to her neck. Sucking and biting. She could feel his cock throbbing, her body started to quiver, and she grabbed the sides of the sink to steady herself. His hands moved to her shorts, pulling them down, exposing her ass. He slapped her ass cheek then grabbed it, asking her “is this what you wanted?” She nodded and his hand moved between her legs. She hadn’t even noticed how wet she was until he effortlessly slipped two fingers inside her pussy, his thumb pressing against her ass hole. \n\nAs he slid his fingers in and out of her, Nicole was acutely aware of the public place they were in, where anybody could walk in at any moment. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled his fingers out, reaching up and putting them in her mouth. With his other hand, he pulled his shorts down enough to let his raging hard on free. \n\n“Do you want this?” he asked as he placed his cock against her pussy. \n\nNicole nodded. \n\n“Tell me you want it,” he said firmly. \n\n“Fuck me,” she whispered. \n\n“Such a slut,” he said as he jammed his hard cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. Slamming in and out, fucking her hard, grunting with each thrust. \n\nNicole could feel her body reacting. Her heart was racing, her body pulsating, pussy quivering. She knew she was close. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that was coming. It didn’t help. She yelled out as the wave of orgasm overcame her. \n\n“What the hell?” she heard a woman’s voice. \n\nAnother gym member had walked in as Nicole was experiencing the best orgasm of her life. For a moment, she felt embarrassed, but that quickly faded as the man continued to pound her now sensitive pussy. She felt a surge with every thrust and noticed that he was moving faster and harder. Gripping her hips tighter, pulling her against him as he slammed in to her. She glanced back to see the other woman standing just inside the door, stunned at what she was witnessing. Nicole realized having an audience must be turning the man on more as he fucked her harder than ever. \n\nWith one final motion, Nicole felt him cum deep inside her. Once he was finished, she felt him pull his cock from her pussy, felt the juices dripping. He pulled his shorts back in to place, told her “you’re welcome” and walked past the other woman out the door, leaving Nicole dripping wet, bent over the sink wondering what just happened. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] You walk into your hotel room and find this girl on your bed. What do you do.
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"content": "It had been a long, rather carefree night of drinking in Vegas. I'm not much of a gambler, preferring instead to mooch free drinks while my friends blow their mortgages in car payments in search of a big score. I will never cease to be amazed by the droves of people who come to a city like Vegas, look around, and think, \"Yeah, this is a city built on people winning money.\"\n\nBut I'm not one to scoff at a free drink. In defense of my stingy ways, I took the money that otherwise would have been squandered at the craps table and got myself the nicest suite I could afford. When the time came to relax and sleep off a bender, I wanted to sleep it off on the cool marble tile of a bathroom with more square footage than my apartment back in Portland. \n\nStill, with all the amenities that came along with a penthouse suite, it was an absolute shock to my system when I opened the door to see the nude brunette woman splayed out across my bed, one hand languidly tracing the folds of a clearly very aroused pussy. Never in my life have I sobered up quicker.\n\nThough the shock caused me to suddenly gain clarity of mind, nothing in my life prepared me for what to do next, so I defaulted to a childhood sense that nudity is something awful and immediately tried to take off my shirt, proceeding to rip the buttons free unintentionally, doing a certainly amusing if ineffective imitation of the Incredible Hulk. \n\n\"Here, clothes,\" I stammered as I walked toward the bed. \n\nShe smiled a bemused little smile and held up a hand. \n\n\"Don't you know who I am?\" she asked, still looking back at me over a smooth, perfectly round ass that was just begging to have all sorts of awful things done to despoil its obvious purity. \n\nI still held the shirt forward, half\\-closing my eyes as I murmured, \"Nuh uh.\" \n\nIn the best of circumstances I was not a wordsmith, and nothing had prepared me for this moment. \n\nShe laughed then, a throaty, full\\-bodied laugh, pressing her face into the downy pillows in front of her but keeping her ass pointed toward the ceiling. I felt a blush of shame creeping over me, as well as a dawning realization that even though I was completely lost as to what was going on, I hadn't spent this much fucking money to be made a fool. Just as I was preparing to launch into a perfectly good tirade, she held up a piece of paper and started to explain.\n\n\"Well, Mr. Bender, because you must've tied a hell of a drink on to forget entering this little contest, the Mirage is proud to present you as the lucky winner of their 'One Night in Paradise' contest, wherein you've earned the privilege of spending a night with me.\"\n\nSeeing the slowly fading stupor of alcohol clearly blotted across my face, she clarified, \"Sexually. You get to fuck me dumb\\-dumb. Anything goes, but don't damage the goods, I've got a shoot tomorrow morning.\"\n\nIt doesn't take much convincing to get me to go along with the advances of a beautiful woman, fully nude, in my hotel room, so when she beckoned me forth with a finger and sultry smile, I was more than happy to rush forth to join her in bed. Diving onto the edge of the ridiculously over\\-sized king, I buried my face between her ass cheeks, sticking forth my tongue and circling her hole. She moaned appreciatively, if a little too enthusiastically for my tastes, and pushed her hips back against me. We quickly found a rhythm, my tongue sliding down between her legs to taste the sweet juices coating her slit. Clearly, she had been masturbating for some time. \n\nI slid to the bed and grasped her hips, pulling her down onto my face. She moaned and squealed as my tongue circled her clit, leaning back and resting her hands on my thighs. As I lapped dutifully at her pussy, her hand slid between my legs and found my cock. For a moment, it was terrifying and painful, as I realized I'd neglected to disrobe before climbing underneath her and she'd just inadvertently pushed the head of my cock directly into my zipper. Like any good pro, she quickly recognized her mistake, released my cock from my pants, and began to stroke it while panting like a wanton little slut. \n\nHer thighs began to tremble and her hand tightened on my cock as my tongue pushed her to a twitching, squealing orgasm that sent her tumbling from my face to land in a heap next to me. I savored her taste for a moment, the way her juices coated my face and lips, then popped up and quickly shed my clothes. Standing next to the bed, I grabbed her hips and rolled her back into the position I'd discovered her in. Rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy elicited another moan, a consummate professional this Emily, and I quickly pressed forward while pulling back on her hips, impaling her on my shaft. \n\nI swear, I'm not one to fanboy, but her pussy felt unlike any other I've ever experienced. She was tight, almost velvety, and her muscles gripped at my shaft as I began thrusting in and out. Any semblance of control was lost, and I found myself jackhammering away, my hands holding her hips in place as I fucked this...porn star? Stripper? It dawned on me I still wasn't entirely sure who I was fucking, but then she looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes boring into mine with lusty need, and I realized I didn't give a fuck who she was, I just didn't want it to stop. \n\nI fucked her deep, our hips colliding with each thrust, her pale ass shaking with the force in a most delectable way. My right hand slid from her hip to where my finger could rub probingly at her ass, but she quickly spun around and gave me a plaintive look, shaking her head no. Furrowing my eyebrows at this, I proceeded to flip her over onto her back, and slammed my cock back into her bare pussy. She squealed and clasped her legs around my back, urging me ever deeper, her nails leaving long tracks across my back while my teeth sunk into her pale shoulder. \n\n\"Cum all over me,\" she begged, \"Paint my face with your cum. Let me feel you! Let me taste you!\" \n\nHer screams were loud, and seemingly genuine. I made a mental note to look up her work when we were done here, a moment I realized was quickly approaching. A heavy tightness filled my balls, so I pulled back and straddled her chest. A thin hand came up and grasped my cock, her mouth opened, a dainty tongue running over her lips, beckoning me. \n\n\"Cum for me, Sir. Please, cum for your little slut.\"\n\nI am by no means made of stone, so in that moment, seeing that perfect, lithe young woman begging for my cum, I promptly obliged. Several thick spurts of cum shot forth, coating her breasts, one errant spray sending a line across her cheek and even a little into her hair. When the last drop had dribbled forth, she leaned her head toward me and lightly sucked the head of my cock, cleaning me up. \n\n\"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?\"\n\nShe rolled off the bed hastily, looking back at me as she headed to the bathroom to get a towel. \n\n\"Oh, there's also a basket in the dining area for you with some free chips, fancy booze, and some other knickknacks they think rubes will be impressed by. My shoot is down the hall tomorrow morning, feel free to pop by and say hi!\" \n\nWith that, she nonchalantly shut the bathroom door. I stood there, looking at the sweat\\-stained sheets of my bed, collapsing in a mix of post\\-coital bliss and near\\-certainty that I had just dreamed this entire night. The morning would show me how very wrong I was on that last count. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ancient Elven tradition dictates that when a woman is pregnant, she is to make love to as many men as possible to ensure that the child gains their strength and wisdom.
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"content": "Mark didn't understand this, and I didn't expect him to. He might have been my husband, and he might have been elven, but he wasn't one of us. I loved him, but he'd never be one of us really. His clan didn't have the traditions and obligations my clan did. No matter how much I insisted he was being uptight, he had refused to come with me. It was certainly seen as awkward among my clan, for a man to watch his woman lay with man after man, but some of the more playful members of our clan had spun it into a more enjoyable thing. It was seen as a test of love for some, for a woman to come back to her man after being with many others. It was also sometimes a way for a woman to treat herself, have dominance in her life in a way no man ever could.\n\nAs I entered the inn room, I could see a circle of men laying around in various places, impatiently waiting. All of their heads turned to me when the door cracked open. I could see their reactions to me. Most were excited, some seemed nervous, one looked outright scared. There was maybe eight of them in total.\n\nWith a seductive grin, I set down my bag and pulled off my thick travel cloak. Underneath it was nothing but a near translucent nightgown, and the best silk lingerie I had. \"So,\" I asked as seductively as I could, leaning against the wall. \"I see I've got a nice list of donors here for me. Now, who would like to have their way with me first?\"\n\nThe earlier mentioned excited ones seemed to explode with eagerness, raising their hands and near shouting offers for themselves. They seemed...shallow-minded, but I wasn't picking them for their intellect. Hm...intellect.\n\n\"You.\" I pointed to a thin, almost feminine one sitting in the back of the room, staring at the floor. \"I want you. You'll lay with me first.\" As I expected, he looked surprised, like he hadn't been expecting me to pick him at all tonight. That was what I wanted my child to be like. Modest. Intelligent. Silent.\n\n\"You...you m-mean me?\" He asked with a blush, pointing at himself.\n\nThe whole room went quiet as I strolled over to him, a woman in complete control of her sexuality. For once it was gone. The fear of consequences, the shame, thinking of this as more of a ritual to follow than an act to enjoy. I was already pregnant, so there was no need to worry about that. For this one night, I could enjoy sex the way a man could.\n\n\"Yes, you.\" Without waiting for a response, he had accepted my invitation to come here so I knew he was willing, I grabbed him by his shirt collar, and brought him into the other room, where the bed was. The nightgown was off by the time he had closed the door behind him.\n\nHe was almost shaking as I sat down on the bed, and beckoned him over. Yes, I liked this. He wasn't like the other meatheads outside, he was modest.\n\n\"Shh, shhh, it's okay.\" I whispered as I scooted back and gave him room. \"It's fine, you know I want this. I know *you* want this. Just breathe, just relax.\" I was next to him now, and I had slung my arms around his neck. The physical arousal had already hit me, and I was eager to stop thinking and start doing. \"What's your name, honey?\"\n\n\"Uh..D-daniel.\" He mumbled, looking away from me.\n\n\"Daniel, I like that.\" I replied in a husky voice, pushing myself closer to him. I was embracing him like we were old lovers now, but he remained cold. A shy boy, that's something I liked. But shy only got you so far. \"I need you Daniel.\" I whispered, grinding my breasts against his chest. \"Won't you make my baby wise, and strong?\"\n\n\"What...what of your mate?\" He was warming up to me now, putting his hands on my shoulders.\n\n\"What of him? I love him, he should learn to accept what he can get.\" With that I softly pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him and unbuttoning his shirt. \"Now, are you ready to lower those inhibitions just a bit for me?\"\n\nHe paused, and for a second, I thought he might say no, but then his face flushed red, and he nodded. \"It would be an honor to help you like this.\"\n\nI giggled, now opening his unbuttoned shirt and rubbing my hands against his bare chest. \"Such a warrior, willing to make the sacrifice of laying with an interested woman.\" I teased, scooting down and starting to unbuckle his pants. \"And what weapon will assist you on this heroic quest?\"\n\nJust then I pulled down his underpants, and revealed his penis. It was as pale as the rest of him was, and slightly....compact, but this was no time to be picky. I was here just for the contents of the penis. \"Ooh...it looks positively delectable.\" It didn't really, I was just reciting a flirtation I used with Mark. It was good enough. And it seemed to be getting bigger the more I stroked it. Mark panted with pleasure, so I only stroked faster. We were beyond words now, communicating solely through actions.\n\nDaniel's hips started to buckle as I stroked more and more, his cock rapidly stiffening in my hands. This was perfect, just what I needed.\n\nEventually, it reached full mast, either that or I was growing too impatient, and I decided it was time. \"Well, let's hope you fuck better than you talk.\" I said in a breathless voice, moving myself on top of him. He opened his eyes just in time to see mine as I pulled my panties aside and lowered myself onto his cock.\n\nWe both gasped and moaned as he penetrated me, pleasure burning through both of us. I leaned down right on top of him, and put my hands around his head, pulling him into a kiss. My lips danced over his as I bounced myself on his cock, getting closer to the edge with every stroke. Unfiltered ecstasy was filling both of us, our spirits becoming in tune as we shared the carnal pleasure.\n\nI was sweating now. \"P-please. Won't you make my child smart, and humble and...oh..oh...oh Lord Nevos!\" Just then, we both reached our peaks. Pleasure burst through me, and I could feel his cock twitch inside of me, spewing a lovely load of his precious seed into me. I could almost feel his energy wash into me, into my child, gifting them with traits like his.\n\nAfter milking the pleasure as much as I could, I gasped, detached myself from his rapidly softening cock, and plopped down on the bed. For a while we just laid there, breathing and basking in the unfamiliar warmth of orgasm.\n\nThen I turned to him and said: \"You've done me a great service tonight Daniel, for me and my child. For that the Lords in the skies and the stars thank you.\" I gave him a symbolic kiss on the forehead. \"Now, won't you be a darling and send the next one in? Whichever one of those meatheads that manages to force their way in here will do.\"\n\n-----\n\nIt was late into the night when I returned home, still basking in the pleasure of the love I'd made to each man. Without a doubt, our child would be born with qualities fit for royalty.\n\nI had been nervous about the key making noise as it opened up the door, but Mark was waiting for me in the living room when I entered. His ears perked up as he saw me, and he quickly hopped up from his chair to greet me.\n\n\"So, how was it?\" He answered his own question before I could. \"Actually, I don't want to know that.\" He smiled a bit, but I could tell he was struggling on the inside.\n\nI smiled a warm, glowing smile, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. \"They couldn't deliver to me anything you couldn't.\" That was a lie, but one that would ease his nerves.\n\nHe sighed, and held me closer, wrapping his arms around me tightly. \"All that matters is that you came back. That means you truly love me, does it not?\"\n\nI returned his grip. \"It does.\"\n\n((As usual, any and all feedback is appreciated. Please, if you liked this or didn't like it, let me know, so I know how to make my next stories better.))"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [incest] after losing your job and apartment, you needed to move back in with your parents. Thing is, their rules become more and more strict and more and more sexual as time passes.
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"content": "So, I guess California living wasn’t for me. At least not at the prices that it cost me. I was running debt just to stay afloat and working 2 jobs, so when I lost 1 and I couldn’t pay rent, I knew that it was time to go home. It wasn’t an easy decision, I’d grown to love my independence and mom and dad had never wanted their little girl to go live out of state. It was hard enough to get away the first time, I don’t know if I’ll ever manage it again.\n\nI really didn’t want to live out on the street though, so back to mom and dad’s it was. They were happy to hear I was coming home for the first time in a few years, but they did warn me I’d have to live under their rules. I mostly expected that so I grumbled a little bit, but knew there was no use fighting it.\n\nWhat really surprised me though (and they neglected to tell me until I was already in the house) was that for any infraction of their rules, I’d be spanked. I haven’t been spanked since I was a little kid, even when I was a teenager they started to use grounding more, but they said they thought that at this point in my life I needed something more “immediate”. So… whatever. It’s not like I’m a little kid who will be in trouble every other day, right?\n\nWell, the first few days went pretty smoothly. I mean, I felt like they had too many rules, but I didn’t really have anywhere to go anyways because all my old friends have actual lives now, and they were the only ones I’d get into trouble with before. The one rule I didn’t always follow was their strict 10 pm bedtime (I know, so lame), but I could usually pretend I was sleeping long enough for them to go back to their room and then pull out my computer or phone and talk to people and visit sites they wouldn’t approve of.\n\nSo, by my 4th night there, they had apparently caught on because dad suddenly burst through my door when I was least expecting it at 11 o’clock.\n\n“Dad!” I yelled. “Oh my God, what the fuck are you doing?”\n\nHe shook his head, “Staying up past curfew, using dirty language, and… what website is that? You are in so much trouble right now!”\n\n“Dad, you are violating my privacy so hard right now! I can’t believe this!”\n\n“Hey, my house, my rules. You said you’d submit to the rules or submit to punishment, and it looks like you’ll be doing the latter tonight. Stand up!”\n\nI groaned but I stood up and he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Pull down your shorts and panties, Jessica.”\n\nI froze. I’d half expected he was kidding about the whole spanking thing, but here he was looking at me expectantly. “I’m pretty sure this violates the Geneva Convention or something,” I replied diverting my eyes off to the side.\n\n“Trust me,” he said. “This isn’t a war crime. If you’d prefer, I can help you pack your bags and you can spend tonight on the street.”\n\nI didn’t want that, so I slowly pulled down my shorts, and then just pulled down my sky blue (mostly modest) panties in the back and went over his lap. He yanked the panties down further to my knees and started spanking me, but it wasn’t quite as fast as I’d expected. He was spanking pretty hard, but he would take breaks between each slap to caress and grab my ass. I wanted to speak up, but I felt like I couldn’t… and then the weird thing is I actually started to enjoy it. So I stayed over his knee for… I don’t know how long, but it felt like a long time, and he kept slapping, grabbing, and caressing my ass. I think he had a major hard on by the time he finished, and I was a bit turned on too. \n\nHe yanked my shorts and panties all the way off and told me to go to sleep. I had to stand naked from the bottom half down in front of him which was a little embarrassing while he lectured me about the importance of bedtime, and he occasionally looked down at my smooth pussy as he did, and then he put me to bed. I had to masturbate a little bit before going to sleep and I tried to tell myself it was just stress relief and it wasn’t over getting spanked by my daddy, but deep down I knew that was a lie.\n\nOver the next week, I got spanked pretty much every day. Sometimes it was for total bullshit reasons like I wasn’t doing my chores fast enough or I was sitting with bad posture, and it seemed that my parents’ rulebook was growing bigger and bigger and was designed in a way to trap me. Even mom seemed to be in on it, watching me like a hawk and sentencing me to my father’s spankings. She started watching them too.\n\nAt first I tried to object to the constant punishment and plead for mercy, but after a while I got used to it and knew there was no getting out of it, and by then I couldn’t deny that I got a bit of a thrill out of it too.\n\nThen, daddy said that he thought it would help me learn if every time I got punished, I had to spend the rest of the day walking around naked. I told him that would make it very hard for me to get a job anywhere, but he didn’t seem to care. So, I was almost always naked and red-assed in my parents house.\n\nThen, daddy said that I should be helping to pay for my upkeep and made a rule that I should start sucking his cock whenever he has to punish me… Now a month before that I would’ve just walked out on the street and said that I prefer to be homeless, but I was in such a hyper-sexualized existence by then from having to submit all day long that he convinced me to agree to it, and so now I suck his cock almost every day.\n\nThen a few weeks went by and mom said that she needed relief too and I had to go tongue mom’s clit, while daddy fucked me from behind. Pleasuring mommy and daddy at the same time was an incredible experience, and I love suddenly being their sex toy. It turns out that all this time I thought they were trying to keep me away from perverse living in California, but they had something much more perverse in mind for me at home… and I love it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest]My mother the Mominatrix
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"content": "I can still hear my mother's voice, your voice, even now as I tug vainly at the restraints holding my nude form down to the sawhorse.\n\n> \"An F in Chemistry? Absolutely unacceptable. You take your things upstairs and then get your lazy butt down to the dungeon. I'm serious, young man. March!\"\n\nA crimson rubber ball-gag keeps my jaw held open but my words held in while I listen to the sound of your heels slicking against the cold linoleum floor of the basement. As I glance over my shoulder and you step up beside me, black leather riding crop in hand and a cruel smirk plastered across your cheeks, I can see that the latex high-heeled boots which rise to your mid-thigh are the only thing you're wearing.\n\nThis is when my prick begins to shamefully grow to it's full, thickened and mildly impressive state of stiffness, pinned to the back of the sawhorse by my position.\n\n\"You know Mommy's only doing this because she loves you very much, pumpkin.\" You begin, stepping out of my view and leaving me to hang my head in fear, shame, and a bit of arousal as you come behind me.\n\nI feel your crop's leathery tongue drag up the length of my hard-on, grazing over my smooth-shaven walnuts without incident and resting against my taint.\n\n\"Mommy loves you, but as intelligent as you are, you're also a disgustingly lazy and perverted boy. I know what you do up in your room when you're supposed to be doing your homework. I'm not an idiot, sweetie. I ought to stick that throbbing member of yours in a tiny little cage and throw away the key, but it *is* quite a nice sight so Mommy's going to give you a choice. A rather generous one, really.\"\n\nI feel the crop smack down gently against my taint with a flick of your wrist. It doesn't hurt, at least not yet, but I still whimper into my gag. I can feel your smug grin against the back of my head.\n\n\"A full-scale beating to your perfect little behind, the backs of your thighs, and your balls followed by a pounding with the strap-on of Mommy's choice and then you go free *or* no beating, no butt-fucking, and you spend the entirety of the next six-week grading period in the tightest chastity cage Mommy can fit you into.\"\n\nI whimper again as your crop lifts away from my taint, not in anticipation of a strike that doesn't come but in anguish at the difficult decision that you'll no doubt be making on my behalf if I don't choose quickly. I flinch at your touch when you loosen the gag and allow it to fall from my lips and come to dangle around my neck like a slobbery pendant.\n\n\"A or B, honey? Don't make Mommy pick, because Mommy won't be nice about it.\"\n\nI sigh and glance away as I feel your fingers running through my femmy locks as gingerly as possible, yet still so menacingly. After another moment, I whine out my choice.\n\n\"A-A...\" I coo, chewing my lip with lust and fright.\n\nI hear you giggle triumphantly, patting the back of my head gently as you step back around behind me.\n\n\"Good choice, muffin. And remember Mommy's rule; you stop counting your hits, and the hits start over.\"\n\nI whimper at your little reminder, bracing myself for impact as the telltale swish of air past an implement of pain is heard."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me your best non-con prompts that don't involve more than one male and female.
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"content": "Your hot but platonic roommate sleep walks. Normally it's no big deal, she wanders around in her PJs for awhile and either makes her way back to bed or lays down somewhere in the apartment. This morning is a little different though. You wake up with some lingering morning wood, and when you make your way into the kitchen for some coffee, you find her fast asleep on the kitchen table. Completely naked. \n(Bonus points if there's some resentment, like she's late on her rent or takes you for granted. More bonus points for a big dick. Neither are requirements, just ideas that are turning me on right now😉)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your fortune cookie comes true.
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"content": "“Come on,” she said, “we have to try it.”\n\n“I don’t know…” he replied. He’d never really been the superstitious type.\n\n“You know what the cookie said.” Under the covers, she drew closer to him.\n\n“That could’ve meant anything.” She gave him a look, but he didn’t elaborate. \n\nShe read it again off the nightstand: “‘Every exit is an entrance for new opportunities.’ What does that sound like to you?”\n\n“But –”\n\n“Exactly! I don’t think I’m too pushy, but when the universe tells you to do something, you do it.”\n\nHe sighed. He was perhaps a bit too persuadable. “So where do you keep your thing?”\n\n“What’s that, babe?”\n\nHe fumbled, “Oh, you know. The, uh… well, the thing you’re gonna, um.”\n\n“The… lube?” Her puzzled expression made a light-bulb go off in his head – of course it had been a misunderstanding. But why would she think I didn’t want to do *that*? he wondered. \n\n“Hey babe,” she said, passing him the bottle, “go slow, okay?”\n\nFrom down by her waist: “You never done this before?”\n\n“I don’t get Chinese that often!”\n\n(to be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're on break for your freshman year at college. You're staying with the family of your new college friend. They seem very welcoming and friendly, but you are shocked by their casual attitude about clothing and nudity and their openness about sex and sexuality
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"content": "I was eager to meet Janes family. We had become friends rather easily, not an easy feat for either of us and during the break she invited to stay with her and her family. My parents had a vacation planned for their anniversary so they didn't mind. \n\nThey were nice, sweet, and her mom was a hell of a cook. Me and Jane stayed up late discussing school and guys and the like before we both crashed a few minutes apart. \n\nI woke up in the middle of the night. My throat was dry and I headed downstairs. I kept quiet coming down the stairs, hoping not to wake anyone. She stopped me in my tracks. \n\nJanes sister standing in the kitchen topless in just a pair of panties. I mean she looked phenomal and was legal thankfully but still. She noticed me and waved. I guess it's no big deal. \n\n\"Couldn't sleep Chrissy?\"\n\n\"I slept fine, I just need a drink...um do you want to put a shirt on?\"\n\n\"Nah it's just me and you, no family.\"\n\n\"Yeah but.\"\n\nShe just shrugged and smiled. \n\n\"Were a pretty lax family with limits of course. We're not total perverts. \"\n\nI nodded and couldn't help but lower my eyes quickly hoping she wouldn't notice...she did.\n\n\"It's fine you can look...you can touch too if you want. \"\n\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\nWas I actually considering that?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] This Alien species contains a highly addictive drug most concentrated in its Semen and Saliva. Due to this, and their compatibility, they tend to target Humans for the purpose of corrupting them into suitable mates. You have been trapped in one of the nests
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"content": "As i walk through lead by a leash and a contingent of gaurds all i can smell and hear is sex. My eyes covered by blinders. I sudenly feel a sharp stop and my blindfold is removed. As it is removed i see the creatures in front of me. They look like humans execpt only the most absolutly beautiful of our species. The one major difference is the cock that hangs almost to their ankles on the men and the woman who look like a sexdoll came to life. I look down and find i am shackled around the waist ankles and balls. The slowly undo the shackles while talking to me in there voices that speak in an almost permanant moan. \"Dont worry. In a moment all this discomfort will be gone for good.\" As i and released i am thrown to the floor where the mount a mask or gag of some king on my face. The leave me in the room the gag on my face and lock the door. As they leave i begin to feel something pulse down my throat. To far past my tongue to taste. But as it fills me i begin to slowly leak precum. Almost like a faucet you forgot to close. When i go to touch myself i find that as i reach my arms wont move. I turn around and see a human woman. Similarly with one of the gags pumping her mouth full of something. Almost if by instinct she turns around and shows me her bare pussy and with her mouth full moan loudly. I find myself charging into her. Overcome by a carnal need. As my cock enters her she tries to scream but the gag blocks her. We both begin to thrust wildly and furiously. As i claim her and she claims my i am to blinded to notice many of the aliens begin to approach touching themsleves as they do. Soon comments begin to rise mixed with moans and the sounds of them partnering off as they watch us fuck. \"Fill her good, breed meat.\" \"Make her yours.\" \"Cum in her hard baby\" with all of them saying this my mind begins to only fill with thoughs of cumming in her. I let out a growl as i begin to cumm she wraps her legs around me as to keep the cum inside. I pick her up as to not let her go. She is now mine. And we are one of millions of breeding pares. But they were right a life time of pleasure awaits. (Part 1)\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a shy but brilliant medical student on his last year of medical school. You are currently in training under a gorgeous doctor. Your shyness is preventing you from doing your best so she decides to up your confidence with some special training.
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"content": "“I said ‘get me out of my clothes’, Mark.” Dr. Berkley repeated. “Do I have to say it a third time?”\n\n“N-No, it’s just…”\n\nDr. Berkley groaned and uncrossed her legs, hopping down off the edge of her desk. She grumbled to herself and screwed her eyes closed behind circular glasses, tilting her head back and bringing her hands up to her temples in fists. Her lab coat rose up just enough to expose a sliver of pink in a gap between the dark blue articles of her scrubs.\n\n“There’s that fucking shyness again…” She growled, agitated as she refocused her attention on me. She brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face. It had somehow avoided being drawn into her messy, haphazard ponytail.\n\n“Mark, I’ve seen your scores. I’ve seen your essays. I’ve seen you studying all night long in the coffee shop. On paper, you’re one of the best med students at this hospital…”\n\nShe leaned against the edge of the desk, again, her lips pouting as her brown eyes squinted at me in annoyance.\n\n“But you’re too fucking quiet, Mark…” She finished. “Each of your supervisors over the last three years had the exact same comment. You answer questions just fine and do great on exams, but your bedside manner doesn’t exist. You don’t talk to your patients enough!”\n\n“I-“ I tried to defend myself, but she cut me off again.\n\n“I talked to your peers, Mark,” She said. “You never go out with them. They doubt you go out at all… When’s the last time you got laid?”\n\n“Dr. Berkley,” I finally managed. “That’s a very inappropriate-“\n\n“Oh, fuck that!” She scoffed. “Mark, you’re twenty-three! You’re handsome! You’re a doctor-in-training. Lack of free time notwithstanding, you should be swimming in it!”\n\nI tried to hide my embarrassment as she glared at me from behind those glasses. When she had called me into her office after my shift, I hadn’t expected for her to ask me to undress her... or for her to criticize my sex life.\n\n“I went through school, just like you are now,” Dr. Berkley leveled with me. “Minus the shy part, but whatever. I went through it. I know that, no matter how hard we try to avoid it, personal issues can still affect our job performance… Your issue is lack of self-confidence, Mark.”\n\n“I have plenty of-“\n\n“Then prove it and get me out of these fucking scrubs.” She cut me off for the umpteenth time.\n\nFuck it.\n\nI stood, hesitantly, pushing my chair back as I did so. I took a deep breath, trying to mask just how uncomfortable I was as I reached forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. A smug smile began to tug at her lip as she shifted her weight to better stand in front of me.\n\nDr. Berkley was an attractive woman, and it’d be a lie to say I hadn't ever wondered what, exactly, she looked like underneath her lab coat and baggy scrubs… Getting a firmer hold on the white fabric, I began to, shakily, move it down her shoulders, staring into her eyes from just a few inches away. Her smug smile grew as the lab coat came all the way off, exposing the bare, lightly freckled skin of her arms.\n\n“There,” She said. “Wasn’t so bad.”\n\nHer hand was spontaneously on my groin. I recoiled at the sudden contact as she grabbed me above my scrubs, but I stilled myself. For all its unnerving-ness, I was beginning to enjoy the experience… It felt… invigorating…\n\n“Focus on my shirt, next,” Dr. Berkley said. “While I work on getting my hands on \\*this\\*.”\n\nShe squeezed too tight for comfort, but quickly eased off. Her hands both found their way to my waist, now, and fingers began to explore the elastic waistband of my scrubs. I dropped the lab coat to the floor between us. My hands had a new mission as they worked their way down to the hem of Dr. Berkley’s shirt.\n\nIndigo fabric steadily came up and up and up as Dr. Berkley’s right hand finally pushed beneath my scrubs, cupping my slowly stiffening self above my boxers. Again, she squeezed, a little more gently, and began to work her fingers to tease me. The hair fell back in her face as the shirt came up over her head, her left arm slipping out and swatting my hand away. The loose article tumbled down her right arm, failing to make it all the way to the ground for obvious reasons.\n\n“First time seeing a woman shirtless in a while, so I get you’re probably miffed,” She started. “But I swear, if I have to tell you to get my-“ I cut her off, this time, as my hands came up to her chest. Stopping to grope her breasts for a moment, my fingers slowly crept behind her back and began to decipher the hook of her bra.\n\n“Good,” She huffed. “Finally getting you to lead.” Her shirt still dangled off her forearm as she pulled down the elastic of my boxers, slipping her hand inside and curling her fingers around my girth. The light pink padding fell away from her chest unceremoniously as my hands finally solved the puzzle of the hook.\n\nGreedily, I let my hands wander back to her breasts. A part of me wondered just how I had gotten here; locked in an office, after hours, stripping my boss naked while she roughly stroked my cock and I pinched her nipples…\n\n“Pants,” Dr. Berkley reminded me. “You gotta – mmm – get me out of them, too…” She closed her eyes and bit her lip as I fondled her. Reluctantly, I let my hands drift down to her waist. Freckles dotted her otherwise pale skin, here or there. I admired her firm breasts, her toned belly, and her wide hips as my fingers traced over them.\n\nHer left hand began to pull my scrubs down as I set both hands to dropping hers. Easily enough, pants began to fall, exposing my gray boxer-briefs and Dr. Berkley’s rose-colored panties… Her legs were long, lithe, athletic, and her ass felt amazing as my hands brushed it…\n\n“Do I have to tell you?” She asked, her right hand still in my boxers, left arm hooking around the back of my neck.\n\n“No,” I said. “But you’d better get me out of mine while I get you out of yours.”\n\nWith gusto, ours hands were on each other, thumbs hooking under elastic, awkwardly vying for space as we shimmied each other out of our underwear. Dr. Berkley stepped back, out of her fallen panties, and hoisted herself onto the desk. I pursued, leaning forward, kissing her as she opened her legs for me.\n\n“You gonna fuck me or wha-“\n\n“I'm gonna fuck you til my next shift…” I interrupted, kissing her neck and slowly pushing my hips into hers. She warbled as I entered her, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her arms came up underneath mine. I felt her fingernails sink into my back through my shirt – the one article of clothing that we hadn’t managed to shirk.\n\nThe desk rattled and thumped as I entered a steady rhythm. Dr. Berkley hissed and groaned as she clenched around my cock.\n\n“You fucking love it, don’t you?” I asked, my lips to her ear. “You love having me inside you, don’t you, you little slut?”\n\nNormally, speaking to my boss this way would *NOT* have been something I would consider… But she wanted this; wanted me to stop being shy.\n\n“Yes!” She gasped, struggling for air as she clung to me, her nipples pressing into my chest. “I love having you inside my p-“\n\nCutting herself off and tensing, she let out a long, exuberant note of pleasure. Despite the crescendo, I continued piping into her with as much stamina as I could muster... Though it didn’t take much longer for me to reach my own finale.\n\n“I’m gonna…” I failed to manage a complete sentence. “W-where do you want…”\n\n“Inside…” She gasped, even as it happened. \"Pill...\" I flowed into her, painting her every surface in white-hot release.\n\nWe broke apart after a few moments, my seed dripping out of her pussy, onto the desktop as I withdrew myself. While not exactly a conventional character-building method, hers had certainly succeeded in boosting my confidence. I hadn’t ever been *that* confident undressing or *that* willing to talk dirty to a woman… Much less one who happened to be my boss and was almost a decade older than me...\n\n“Hopefully that’ll put an end to the shyness,” She smiled, lazily, from her seat on the desk. “If it doesn’t, we can always do it again…”\n\n“Dr. Berkley…” I said. “Kate, if I can call you that… We’re definitely doing that again. That ponytail is just begging to be pulled…”\n\nKate smiled wider and took off her glasses, setting them on the desk as she hopped back down. Bracing her elbows on the hardwood, she turned around and bent over, shooting a “come get me” glance over her shoulder as she flaunted her ass to me…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A special lock that you can only open by using your penis as a key.
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"content": "We had come far and through great peril, but at long last, before our wondering eyes stood the door to the Temple of Paradise. It was locked. \n\nHow many men had we lost? I had lost track. How many injuries suffered, how many nights spent shitting our dinners out with some exotic illness, how many labyrinthine, spider-swarmed, thorn-guarded trails had we hacked through, backtracked, and followed in circles? And all of this suffering would be justified, if all the tales we had heard of the rich treasures that lay within the Temple. But after all that, this final, cruel obstacle: nothing we tried would open this door. \n\n\"Well, fuck!\" I yelled. \n\n\"Language, my boy, language! We mustn't lose our dignity, not even at such an hour.\" Why, out of all the companionable fighters, the lovely ladies, the functional cooks, had the fucking priest been the only one other than myself to survive all the horrors we went through? Just my fucking luck. \n\n\"Sorry, Father,\" I muttered at the pearl-clutching old fool. I was still overcome with rage and frustration, though, and I had to let it out. My solution, of course, was to kick the solid stone door with all my might. The result was a string of louder, angrier, and much cruder vulgarity than what Father Michael had just chided me for. He simply frowned and shuffled away, poking around uselessly at the flora around us as I hopped around cursing. \n\nAt last I collapsed on the ground, finding myself face to face with the spot I had kicked. My vulgar tirade came to an abrupt stop. I scrambled toward the door, scraping away at the tangle of vines and the thick patina of dirt that covered the stone, except where my fateful kick had broken through. Father Michael shuffled back over in curiosity, drawn first by my sudden silence and then by my baffling behaviour. After a minute or two of work, we surveyed what I had accidentally uncovered. \n\n\"Shit,\" I said. \"What does it mean?\" Like most men, I was barely literate in my own language, much less these unfamiliar runes. \n\nThe priest ignored my cursing this time. He was studying the runes closely, scribbling something in his notebook. At long last, he finally read. \n\n> To he who seeks what lies within\n\n> No battering ram or lockpick's pin\n\n> Will part these doors and him admit\n\n> His special key alone will fit \n\nI'll admit I was stumped. And more than a little disappointed. None of the legends had mentioned any door or key, and we certainly had no key that would fit the large, oddly-shaped hole just below the inscription. Father Michael was at a loss, too. He just stood there, staring, trying to make sense but in the end he just kept muttering to himself, \"Special key? What is it... what could... virtue? His virtue? His... faithfulness? No...\"\n\nBut as I sat staring at the hole, I couldn't shake the feeling that it looked... familiar. Somehow. Something about the shape and size of the hole, it just looked somehow inviting or, or appealing? Oddly appealing. \n\nThen it clicked. \n\n\"Uhh... Father, do you think I might have... a moment to myself? To think on this riddle. To, uh, pray on it?\" Was that too much?\n\n\"Oh!\" said the old man. \"Oh my, yes! Of course. I must say, I'm surprised, young man. You know, you never seemed very open to the role of the gods in our lives, and the wonderful things they can do if you j--\" \n\n\"Yes, yes, of course. Love the gods! Can't get enough of them,\" I said as I shoved him gently on his way. He mumbled happily as he wandered off to find somewhere to, presumably, pray. I, on the other hand, got to work. \n\nI got up close to the hole, slowly sticking a finger in. No spiders, no magic teeth, nothing but clean, smooth stone. \"Well. Only one way to find out,\" I said to myself. Peeking around for no rational reason, I undid the tie on my trousers and kicked them off. My cock was glad to be out in the air after being trapped in my pants through the long, sweaty hike. Still soft, I took hold of it and, saying an actual prayer to the god of protecting cocks or whatever, I stuck it in the hole. \n\nNothing happened. Just my flaccid cock sitting there on the cold stone. All right, I thought, maybe it has to be hard. I took it out and began to stroke myself, slowly getting erect. I was thinking of the last time I had gotten laid, back in the barracks when our send-off party had gotten truly wild. All manner of men and ladies to see to our needs, we the great adventurers going off in search of greatness. And to tell the truth, even the current situation was getting me pretty horny. Maybe it was just the fact that sex had not been an option since we had embarked, but the hole was starting to look pretty good to me. It seemed perfectly sized and shaped to fit my dick when it was erect, and something about the weirdness, the obscenity, really got me going. In a minute or so I was completely hard and ready to go. \n\nI spat on my hand and did my best to lube myself up, and then I slowly pushed the head of my cock into the entrance of the hole. It was still hard and cool to the touch, but not uncomfortable, and it was indeed perfectly sized to let me slide right in. At eight and a half inches and quite thick, it was lucky that the hole was big enough to let me in. Gradually I eased the rest of my shaft in, still surprised at how comfortable and welcoming the stone hole was. Soon my hips pressed against the door, and my balls tightened as they came in contact with the cold stone. But again - the inside of the hole felt nothing but pleasurable, even slick and a little bit warm. Maybe it was just my imagination. \n\nStill, though, no open sesame. Well... I knew what I had to do, then. I started to thrust. \n\nI began with slow, easy thrusts in and out, still a little uncertain and a little worried I was out of my mind with illness or some jungle curse, or just really bad blue balls. But at the very least, this would cure one of those ailments. Already I felt my orgasm not too far off, my aching balls ready to release their load as soon as possible. My cock was as rock hard as the rock I was fucking, veins throbbing as I was overcome with arousal. Gradually I sped up until I was hammering the hole like a dog on a fool's leg, sweat running down my chest as I stripped off my already soaked shirt. My hands gripped the vines on the door, pulling and grasping at them. \n\nFinally, at long last, I tensed up with orgasm as my hips continued to thrust into the stone. I let out a loud moan, slamming my cock as deep as it would go into the strange keyhole. My dick twitched and pulsated, the cum gushing out of me and into... wherever it was going. I didn't care. I was rapt in sexual release, dazed by the ecstasy of draining my balls after so long. I didn't even care that it was a door I was cumming in - in fact it wasn't half-bad, compared to many of the partners I've bedded. I just stood there, panting heavily as shot after shot flowed out of me, until I was finally truly drained. \n\nI stepped back, still naked, my cock half-hard and dripping as I waited. For just a second I thought maybe it had all been for nothing, that I really had gone mad and fucked a hole in a rock in some ancient temple because of my crazed, desperate delusions - but then it creaked. The door groaned and shifted, and a crack appeared in the middle as the two halves swung apart. \n\n\"Holy... FUCKING... **SHIT**!!!\" I screamed, jumping up and down in elation. Father Michael came bumbling around the corner, screeching to a halt as he was greeted with the sight of me hopping around completely naked, hooting and swearing, my semi flopping around obscenely as I danced in the open doorway. \n\n\"Father!\" I cried. \"I, uh, I figured out the riddle. Sorry about the swearing. Now grab your shit, I've got a feeling whatever's inside is going to be pretty fucking incredible!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young virgin meets a horny mermaid
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"content": "Contains futa/transgender/intersex person as the virgin. Basically a girl with a dick, take your pick.\n\n\\---------------------------------------------------\n\nJackie walked along the rocky shore, picking her way through the seaweed and tide pools. It was chilly and overcast, and the biting wind had sent everyone scurrying over towards the sheltered part of the beach, except for Jackie. She didn’t mind the wind, and the fact that she was all alone was sort of a bonus. It was nice to only have the wildlife for company, with no one to bother her and remind her why she was talking a walk. On the rocks further out to sea there was a group of seals, and they turned to her curiously as she passed them by, their little black eyes following her. Her short red hair whipped around her face, and as she tried to rearrange her beanie to tuck it all away, the wind ripped it out of her fingers and flung it into a tide pool. \n\n“Of fucking course,” she sniffed, tears pricking at her eyes as she snatched it up, trying to wring the water out of it. The tide pool was away from the breeze, and as it steadied, it showed her reflection. She wasn’t unattractive, she knew. She’d had enough guys (and girls) hit on her to know that much. Short hair, vibrant green eyes, a smattering of freckles, and a practical fashion sense gave her a sort of tomboyish charm. But she was shy even with her good friends, and around strangers she got so tongue-tied that it was painful to watch. And now her boyfriend, who had persisted through her reticence for months, said he was tired of waiting. They hadn’t done anything more than kiss, and he had been so patient for so long. She sniffed again, feeling the tears come down her cheeks and become icy in the wind. How could she tell him? That she was a virgin, and *why* she was a virgin. She’d been so careful that he hadn’t guessed, and she couldn’t find the words when he was leaving. She sat down on the edge of the rock shore, looking out to sea. A sob choked her, and suddenly she was even more glad that she was alone as she put her face in her hands and cried.\n\n“Why are you sad, human?”\n\nJackie started, looking around wildly as she wiped her cheeks. There was no one on the beach, and she was almost sure she had imagined it when she looked down into the water and saw a woman, swimming in the surf. A number of things clamoured for her attention, and she stared in shock. The woman was swimming in the Pacific without a wetsuit - in fact, without *anything*, as far as she could tell from her shoulders and the hint of her breasts under the water. She was keeping her place in the ocean even as waves crashed around her, when she should have been dashed on the rocks with them. And what was that she had said? “Human”?\n\nJackie opened her mouth and only gaped, even more lost for words than usual. The woman stared, her blue eyes piercing, and suddenly swam forward onto the rocks as another wave struck. The foaming water helped lift her body up to almost level with Jackie, and as it drained away, her jaw dropped further. For the woman had no legs, but a beautiful green-blue scaled tail, like an enormous fish. She was at least ten feet long from head to tail-tip, and she stretched languorously on the rocks, showing off her ample breasts with no sign of embarrassment. She gathered her flowing brown hair and tossed it behind her, sending water flying everywhere.\n\n“Muh,” Jackie managed, eyes like saucers.\n\n“Hmm?” the woman asked.\n\n“Muh,” Jackie sputtered. “M-m-m-mermaid.”\n\n“Huh-huh-huh-human,” the mermaid mocked, imitating Jackie’s stutter. “You called us בתולת ים and kuliltu, now mermaid, but you never ask us what we call ourselves.”\n\n“W-what do you c-call yourselves?”\n\nShe looked surprised, then a little disgruntled. “Well, mermaids, if you really must know. At least those of us that live around here.” Feeling that she had somewhat lost the initiative, the mermaid asked, “You never answered my question. Why were you crying?”\n\n“Um,” Jackie said, her mind blanking. She was sort of able to ignore the lower half in order for her brain to function, which left the relatively slight problem of a gorgeous topless woman asking about her personal life. Still, she felt compelled to answer and stuttered, “M-my b-boyfriend-”\n\n“Oh, *men*,” said the mermaid dismissively. “I’m glad we don’t have to deal with them.” She paused, and with a sly smile added, “Except when it’s fun. Especially those human sailor boys...” She licked her lips, and Jackie gulped, feeling a growing tightness against her crotch. *Not now, oh please not now…* The mermaid sidled closer to the petrified Jackie until she wrapped an arm around her, snuggling close. She ran her hand up Jackie’s chest, squeezing a breast. “Mmm… I can feel your heart racing…” Jackie’s heart was indeed pounding, slamming against her chest like it wanted to get out. Her breath came short and fast, and she was hyper-aware of the cool body against her, the slight dampness of her sweatshirt, the straining bulge in her pants.\n\n“I- I- I’m-” Jackie felt like she was choking. “I- I- I haven’t-”\n\nThe mermaid took a more critical look at her and saw how close she was to panicking. She pulled back, just leaving her hand on Jackie’s arm. “Ah. Sorry. Deep breaths, human. Only your kind could choke on air.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Secretary
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"content": "His breath caught, the door shaking against his vigor, the questioning voices outside being overwhelmed by her sloppy moans. The wet slurp following her tongue, gripping the girth, steadying each thrust. \nDark paint streaking from her tearful eyes accenting her hollowed cheeks. Lips lush and swollen, he groans wondering if they are raw; the ache she ignores to worship him. \nHer moans vibrate over his tip and his fingers pull her hair. The eager tongue wrapped around him stroking; he greets her greedy mouth with his own need. \nThe sounds on the other side of the door growing louder familiar voices threatening their solitude. \nShe gags and gulps swiveling her welcoming mouth down his length, his sex throbbing. He wants to make this last, she has earned the delight after the grueling marathon of meetings. Her fingers tease his rim and he thrusts holding her head, grunting moans, her throat squeezing as his pulsing shaft burrows into the tense space. Choking, gulping hard for air, he watches her eyes flutter out and pulls back. His hand at her cheek, her eyes meeting his as the tingles flood through her, her sex gushing her approval down her thighs, his seed splashing her flush face, panting for breath. \nHe adjusts, tension eased. \nHe opens the door side stepping through to meet the waiting horde.\nShe smirks, he is a wonderful secretary."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] [EU] Monsters that have found suitable mates in Human Men tend to end up wed to them, although their method of doing so involves much less ceremony. You were abducted by a Hellhound a day ago, and your "Wedding" approaches
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"content": "Mark tugged at the chain on his neck, it was heavy yet lined with soft fur. He tried to keep himself calm even as paced around the room, the room was made from heavy stone and affixed with every comfort a minor noble could want. Mark tried to keep his fear down as he thought about how to escape his capture. It had been three days since he was kidnapped and the only company he had was a short overweight goblin that would bring him food.\n\nThe latch on the door opened and the goblin stepped in. \"Do you want food?\" She said with rough common.\n\n\"Let me go.\" \n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Let me speak to your leader?\" Mark asked, the goblin paused before yelling in the hallway.\n\n\"Mistress come soon. Be nice.\" The goblin said while placing an iron plate with sweet rolls on the table. She moved close to Mark until her chubby face was all he could see. \"Name is Juka, You owe.\" \n\nShe gave him a predatory smile before leaving the room, Mark ate the rolls as he waited. He remembered being captured by bandits, and sold to a monster girl that resembled a werewolf on strength potions. He tested the length of the chain, he would the long enough to wrap around his foes neck if the wolf tired to hurt him.\n\nThe door opened quickly as a large black canine-like monster girl approached, she was large enough that she had to duck to enter the room. Her fur billowed out in from her arms and legs while magical energy occasionally sparked from her form. She looked down at him with a snort, she reached down an wiped the crumbs from his surprised face.\n\n\"Well?\" She panted, \"What do you want?\" \n\n\"To be free?\" Mark attempted, diplomacy got him this far why not.\n\n\"No you don't but I'll humor you.\" She reached behind his head to pull the chain out the wall. \"Dammit, I forgot the key is in this room.\" \n\nThe Hellhound opened one of the books and pulled a key from between the pages. She carefully used her clawed hands to unlock the heavy clasp form his neck. \"Well there you go. I'm sure you won't mind as I follow you. I can't wait to see what happens.\"\n\nMark looked at her and the chain on the ground, \"It's that simple?\" \n\nShe laughed, \"I mean... You are mine, I am going to turn you into my personal incubus. I don't have to make it scary or painful, so if you wanna wander my families home then feel free. If you are brave enough to leave the castle then I'll watch you figure out why that a bad idea.\" \n\nMark wasn't going to be intimidated, monster girls loved to play games with their targets. Unfortunately he didn't know what hellhounds normally did, he only heard rumors of their powers being close to that of a Baphomet. \"Thank you for letting me go.\"\n\n\"Anything for my future husband but if you keep hanging around here, I'm probably going to violate you. I'm in heat and being this close to a male is really not helping so get going so I can distract myself with this little attempt at escape.\" The hellhound simply stepped out of the room and into the hallways, she bowed playfully.\n\nMark stepped out and immediately darted down the hallways, there were goblins and werewolves moving about the place. Most of them were nude and their gaze drifted to him, Mark barely had time to blink before a werewolf girl started chasing him. He managed to elbow the woman without breaking stride, she felt back with a dog-like whine as he ran down a spiraling stair case. He amused laughter followed him down the stairs. \n\n\"She is probably going to feel that later. Don't get mad when your portions get smaller, you just attacked the head chef.\" The hellhound wagged her tail in excitement.\n\n\"This isn't funny, I could die.\" Mark said as he opened the first door on the lower floor and noticed there was a small hellhound scrubbing the back of a dog like creature sitting in a tub. The creature looked at Mark with a tilt of his head.\n\n\"Is that him, Mika?\" The smaller Hellhound asked, \"Come in, Come in!\" \n\nMark tried to step back into the stairwell but his companion just pushed him forward into the large room. Mark stumbled a bit but recovered quickly as the smaller Hellhoud approached him, she sniffed him and before placing a hand on his crotch. Mark wanted to knock her hand away but the massive male glared at him with a look that could kill, \"I-I never seen a male monster before. Do hellhounds have males?\"\n\n\"Oh? My husband? He is one hundred percent incubus, the form is a bit of magic. Don't worry, you won't look like that unless you want to. My little sister will probably have you look like what you want to look like.\" The smaller demon smiled, \"So are you scared Mr. Human?\"\n\n\"Yes. I'm trying to find way home. Your sister let me go.\" Mark said realizing that he was just being corralled to this room, he took in the many basins of the room and the sewer grates. Various cleaning product on the walls explained why everything didn't smell of semen and fur like many werewolf dens.\n\n\"Oh so that means you aren't under her protection? Good Good. In that case you wouldn't mind playing with Brian then?\" The little hellhound simply stepped back as the bigger male approached from the basin, Brian was tall and covered in black fur, a large pink canine-like cock swung like a pendulum between the males legs. \n\n\"Playing sounds like fun.\" Brian's voice rumbled like an oncoming storm. \"I'll take him back to his room and we will 'play'.\" \n\nMark managed to run only three feet before Brian grabbed him by the back of his neck. Brian placed him over his shoulder and headed out the room, Mark shivered as Brian's hand caressed his butt through his pants. Mark continued to tremble as he tried to wriggle out of the iron grip, every step was a step closer to the sodomy this incubus represented. He had to escape, he had to find some way away from this humanoid abomination. \n\n\"I'm a guy, you don't wanna do this.\" Mark pleaded.\n\n\"A butt is butt. A virgin butt is rare in the Demon Realm. So I really want to... One of the fun things about being an incubus is that we can smell a virgin down to what type of virgin the same way you can tell colors apart.\" Brian teased and gave his butt playful slap as they entered his cell.\n\nBrian locked the door before propping up against the only exits, \"Lemme guess, raiders, sold to monsters, shipped here, fed well and a goblin told you that you owe her a favor?\"\n\nMark nodded dumbly his eyes still on the canine cock rocking back and forth with every breath of the incubus, Brian caught him looking and smiled. \"T-T-That's right. Is that normal?\"\n\n\"Sorta. You can't leave here yet but if you want to go back home then you have to become an incubus. If you step a foot out here, everything will be after you. Monster girls are one thing but other incubi will be just as predatory, you can't tell a normal incubus from a human at a glance. Any creature you see out here will smell your virginity and weakness then strike, If I didn't have my wife to keep me happy then I would already be on you.\" Brian explained, his cock stiffing at the thought.\n\n\"So you aren't going to rape me?\" \n\n\"Not today, I'm the good cop to your wife's bad cop. I was just like you when I got here two hundred years ago.\" Brian snickered at the look of surprise on the humans face. \"Incubi live as long as the creature that sired them would normally, so being sired by a goblin might make you live a few extra decades but being sired by a hellhound... You won't die unless some church bastards manages to kill you or you pick a fight you can't handle.\"\n\nMark stood up, \"I don't want to be a monster. The church states that he-\"\n\n\"You can be a monster or a victim. If you are a victim, then prepare yourself because you'll end up an incubus either way. You are in the Demon Realm, just living here turns normal humans into incubus. If you manage to make it home, you'll be just tainted enough that whatever girl you do fall in love with will become a monster girl. So you lost out the moment you left the the village. I'll give you the final tip before Mika returns, Hellhounds are good lovers but they respect strength. You can never dominate them but you don't have to let them dominate you. Treat them like Orcs.\" Brian stood up and left the room, he didn't bother shutting the door as Mika moved in.\n\n\"Are you going to make a second attempt?\" Mika teased, \"The werewolf you elbowed is waiting outside with a rope. So if you wanna take a another trip you can-\"\n\n\"Alright I'll stay but I'm not going to be Brian's bitch. If I become an incubus can I fight him off?\" Mark asked. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Lois Lane-Kent has wild sex with Bruce Wayne while making her subby-hubby cuckold Clark watch, locked in his kryptonite-laced chastity belt.
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"content": "“Lois...” Bruce scowled. “This is an unbelievably toxic arrangement...”\n\n“This, coming from the man who got one of his sidekicks pregnant...” Lois challenged. “How is Barbara, by the way?”\n\nBruce didn’t respond as he stood at the edge of the bed, grimacing. Lois approached him, wearing little else than her purple nightgown, running her hands across his chest.\n\nBruce Wayne, playboy, was a facade. Behind it, Lois knew he was a man in pain - a pain that, if you got too close to him, would roll over you... and his charisma made sure that people just kept on getting close to him.\n\nHe was one of the good-guys, but he was definitely a bad-boy. That was exactly why Lois wanted him.\n\n“Sorry, low-blow...” Lois apologized, pulling open Bruce’s blazer and unceremoniously tugging it down his arms. “But I don’t want to hear anything about ‘toxic’ from *you*, rich-boy.”\n\nLois stopped as Bruce’s large, leathery hands clamped around her upper arms. This wasn’t the first time she had felt his touch, but it was the first time he had been anything approaching *rough* with her. Lois tumbled backwards as Bruce spun her around and shoved her to the bed.\n\nLois couldn’t help but let out a little giggle as she recovered, looking up at Bruce as he tore off his tie and began to unbutton his dress shirt. Behind him, Lois could see the other man of the hour... her husband, Clark.\n\n“Smallville” had surprised Lois when he’d agreed to this. Having been raised in a tiny little Kansas farm-town, and having gotten himself an unsullied reputation as a big blue boy-scout, she hadn’t expected Clark to be so... *open-minded*...\n\nLois got up on her knees on the edge of the bed as Bruce managed to slip out of his shirt, finally. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as his hands came down to roam over her back, peeling one of her gown’s straps off her shoulder. Clark sat there in a chair behind him, a rag tied over his mouth, his wrists tied to the arm-rests, a set of metal underpants giving off a dull green glow around his waist over his baby-blue pajamas.\n\nNormally, the cloth and rope restraints wouldn’t have given him so much as a moment’s pause, and he could’ve torn the metal away like a wet tissue, but the dash of Kryptonite in the mix made sure that didn’t happen. It wasn’t enough to really hurt him, just enough to keep him playing - or, rather, *not* playing - by the rules...\n\n“Bruce!” Lois gasped as the rich-boy’s lips touched her neck. Her periwinkle-painted fingernails dug into the skin of his naked back. “Oh, fuck!”\n\nSilently, Clark watched on. His “X-Ray Vision” still working just fine - one of the few things that was - he could see straight through Bruce. Lois’ body pressed against the other man, and Clark could see her nipples stiffening under her nightgown.\n\nLois looked at her restrained husband from over Bruce’s shoulder. She gave him a dirty, mischievous smile. She knew he was watching. She knew he could see her getting more and more aroused as “Mr. Wayne” began to tug away at her nighty.\n\nThe thin garment ripped as Bruce became frustrated with getting it off of Lois. As the tattered purple fluttered away, tossed randomly to the side by the man before her, Lois felt herself being shoved back onto the bed.\n\nStark naked, then, her pale skin taking on a faint, rosy tinge, Lois looked up at the brooding face of a man who was not her husband. Her lavender eyes lit up in perverse excitement as a belt was undone... as a zipper was pulled down... as pants and boxers fell to the ground, and Bruce Wayne crawled into bed with her.\n\n“This isn’t health-“ He began to growl.\n\n“You’re a billionaire who dresses up as a bat at night to beat the living shit out of criminals,” Lois retorted, a bit angrily, glaring at the naked, ripplingly muscled man who hovered above her. “*You* aren’t healthy, Bruce. If I wanted healthy, I wouldn’t have asked for this.”\n\nClark let out a muffled sound that Lois couldn’t quite gauge. She looked over to him, her long, glossy black hair flattened out beneath her head. Before she could properly discern the meaning of the look on her husband’s face, Lois felt Bruce’s hand on her hip.\n\nHer head snapped back to look at him. Her eyes widened at the sudden push. Her lips parted in a pleased scream as she felt him inside her. Bruce wasted no time, jumping straight into a quick, pounding, merciless rhythm. Lois felt almost a bit uncomfortable with the rough start, her tits bouncing on her chest each time Bruce’s hips cracked against hers.\n\nShe felt more *full* when she was with Clark, but Bruce could be rough with her. Bruce could let loose. Bruce could be aggressive, could take the lead, could *fuck* her rather than make love to her... and that was exactly what she had wanted.\n\nLois reached up, wrapping her arms around her lover’s back and biting down on her lower lip as the bed springs began to creak. She let out a throaty growl of approval as Bruce silently ploughed her in Clark’s bed.\n\nClark could feel himself rising, a bit, behind the belt. He wasn’t completely certain how he felt, watching Bruce on top of Lois... But his body responded, dissociating the sight from the implication. He was watching two people have sex on a bed... Not *his* best friend fucking *his* wife in *his* bed...\n\nLois squealed again as the pressure in her belly began to build. Her nails scraped along Bruce’s back again as he fucked her. One more thrust. Two more. Three. Four. Five. She as gone...\n\nWrapping her legs around his waist, Lois clung to Bruce as she contracted and convulsed. Bruce stopped moving as he felt her squeeze around him, tight, warm, wet...\n\nAfter a few minutes, Lois went limp. Her legs uncurled from around Bruce’s waist and her arms dropped off his back. She was a sweaty mess, coming down off an orgasm like she hadn’t felt since before marrying Clark...\n\n“Fuck,” She exhaled trying to catch her breath. “Bruce, that was perf-“ She felt Bruce slip out of her and saw him get up to his knees. Before she could say another word, she felt his hands on her again, and Bruce flipped her over onto her stomach.\n\nShe let out a muffled yelp as her face pressed into the mattress. She felt Bruce’s touch on her hips, and he lifted her ass into the air. Lois managed a strained glance over her shoulder, through her messy hair, as Bruce positioned himself behind her.\n\nSuddenly, she was *full* again. Her mouth opened in an animal grunt, half in discomfort, half in pleasure as she felt Bruce Wayne’s cock in her ass.\n\nAs mercilessly as he had on top of her, Bruce began pounding into Lois from behind. His hand even came down a few times, leaving red marks as he spanked her. Lois buried her face in the sheets as she began to mewl and moan, knowing full well that her husband was watching her take another man up her ass... She felt so slutty... She felt so good...\n\nClark watched as Bruce did this. The billionaire playboy made eye contact with the Kansas-raised reporter for a split second. His face was painted with a humorless scowl as he turned his attention back to the whining Lois Lane beneath him.\n\nLois bit down on the sheets as she felt another buildup in her abdomen. She felt Bruce’s fingertips tighten on her waist. She felt her legs turn to jelly, barely supporting her own weight as she came for a second time. She felt an unfamiliar warmth spill inside her as Bruce slammed into her for the last time.\n\nLois collapsed onto the bed, face down and breathing hard, her ass bright red from where Bruce had slapped it. Bruce huffed and panted for a few moments, still on his knees between Lois’ outstretched legs. \n\nHe got up and began to get dressed as Lois began to recover, rolling onto her back, a hand between her legs. \n\n“That was... fun...” She panted, looking to Clark, then Bruce. “We... should make it a... regular thing...”\n\nBruce gave her a stony glare as he buttoned his blazer as began to walk towards the door. He shut it behind himself without so much as a word.\n\n“He’ll come around...” Lois said, grinning devilishly as she righted herself and stood. Her ass was sore, and she was shaky on her feet as she approached her husband. Her pussy ached, but she still wanted more.\n\n“Now... let’s get you out of those restraints so you can tell me just how much you enjoyed the show...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At a public swimming pool, an unlucky woman, that had the misfortune of only dating jerks in the past, runs into something she never knew could happen to her: A gentle, and genuinely nice young man.
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"content": "At this time of evening, the pool was mostly empty. All the parents and kids had already gone home for dinner, and the few people still hanging around were teenagers and young adults. Most were sitting around the water’s edge or floating in place and chatting, but Cassie was swimming determined laps in one of the sectioned lanes. The air was just cool enough to make the water seem warm as she splashed through it, breathing hard. She wasn’t an amazing swimmer, but pushing herself like this cleared her mind. It was nice to only have to only have to think about timing inhales and exhales, balancing the strain in her arms and legs, altering the tensing and releasing of muscles as she pulled herself along. She paused at the end of the lane, holding on the end as she gulped down a few breaths, and heard a muffled voice next to her. She turned to see a young man floating in the next lane looking at her expectantly.\n\n\nCassie tipped her head, getting some water out of her ear. “Eh? Sorry, didn’t catch that.”\n\n\nHe smiled. “I was saying you’re really fast. I can barely make one lap to your two.”\n\n\n“Oh, uh, thanks. I’m not really that good, though. Not even amateur level.” She pulled up her goggles, rubbing at the spots where they sealed against her.\n\n\nHis smile widened. “You’re too modest. Seriously though, would you mind showing me a trick or two? I don’t really know what I’m doing.”\n\n\n“Um…” She felt herself tensing up, her grip becoming tighter on the cement lip over the water. She wasn’t normally self-conscious, but past experience made her more awkward around guys. Once bitten, twice shy and all that.\n\n\nPerhaps he noticed it, or was just a little more timid than his first approach suggested. His smile fell, and he looked apologetic. “Nevermind, sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude on you.”\n\n\nCassie watched him turn away, her will wavering. He seemed nice, nice enough to respect her wishes without them even being said. He was cute, too, with a short mop of curly dark hair that topped a boyish face and intense brown eyes. And now that she looked closer at him, he seemed familiar. She was almost certain that she had seen him here once or twice before, swimming laps. How long had it taken him to work up the nerve to talk to her?\n\n\n“Wait,” she blurted, and he paused, turned back to her with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. She fumbled for words, trying to find something that made sense. “I need to take a breather anyway. Do a lap, and I’ll watch your technique.”\n\n\nHis face lit up with a smile that made her heart flutter. “Okay!” He kicked off from the wall immediately, pulling himself through the water with an enthusiastic but clumsy breaststroke. Cassie pulled herself up out of the water, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched him swim. He had a decent turn of speed, but by the time he was on his way back to her he was flagging. He pulled himself a little ways out of the water when he reached the edge, putting his arms and shoulders over the side.\n\n\n“So…?” he said breathlessly, panting.\n\n\n“You need to conserve your energy. No point in making it to one side faster if you slow down twice as much coming back.”\n\n\nHe nodded, a rueful grin crossing his face. “I was trying… to show off. Some good… that did.”\n\n\n“Have you taken any lessons?”\n\n\n“No. Well, when I was a kid. But nothing since then.” He seemed to be getting his breath back.\n\n\n“Well, your technique could use some work, but that’s only to be expected.” \n\n\nCassie hesitated, then impulsively slipped into the water, splattering him with droplets. “I normally do freestyle, but I’ll show you my breaststroke-” She winced, remembering too late why she didn’t talk about swimming with guys, but he made no reaction, not even a smirk. Her ex-boyfriend would have leered, or said something he thought was incredibly witty about breasts and stroking. Slightly off-balance, she continued, “… b-because that’s what you were doing.”\n\n\n“Okay.” He propped himself up against the edge, smiling at her warmly. She pushed into the lane, feeling inexplicably flustered.\n\n\nShe showed him some easy strokes, and helped straighten out what he was already familiar with. It was surprisingly fun to help him, and his company was easy to enjoy without thinking about it too much. She didn’t realize how late it was getting until the lifeguard called out that the pool was closing, and they rushed to the changing rooms together, dripping wet.\n\n\nShe stepped out, feeling damp under her clothes, her hair dripping down her back. He had been a little faster getting dressed and stood waiting outside the men’s lockers.\n\n\n“Um,” she began, feeling awkward. “I didn’t realize it until now, but we never introduced ourselves.”\n\n\nHe looked over to her, surprised, then grinned. “Oh, yeah. I’m David.” He held out his hand, and she shook it shyly.\n\n\n“Cassie.”\n\n\n“Well, thank you for the swimming lessons, Cassie.” He hesitated, then asked, “Can I walk you to your car?”\n\n\n“Um, sure,” she said, her heart quickening.\n\n\nAs they walked, she felt his hand seek hers in the darkness, warm against the night chill, and she held it, feeling absurd as she flushed. She was glad he couldn’t see her face. \n\n\nThey reached her car in silence and stood there for a moment before David blurted, “Will I see you again?”\n\n\n“I hope so.” She squeezed his hand. “Do you want to, um, exchange numbers?”\n\n\n“Yeah.” They both fumbled for their phones, the screens bright in the dim light. Somehow they managed to do it one-handed, neither of them quite willing to let go of the other.\n\n\nShe drove home smiling.\n\n\n-------------------\n\n\nI liked this prompt, it's a sweet one. I'm not entirely satisfied with how this turned out, but I figured I would post it anyway. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to a clerical error the world’s first sentient A.I. was placed into a sex bot.
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"content": "(It took me a little while to figure out this story, but I hope it’s what you were looking for. Feedback always appreciated! Also, real science not guaranteed.)\n\n**Part 1 of 3**\n\n\"In the movies there's always a lever,\" Dr. Richard Carlyle mused, as he and his research assistant, Patrick Erlin, prepared to change the world. \"Dr. Frankenstein had a lever... Not that I think this is anything like that situation, but still, there are *some* similarities.\"\n\nLooking down at the currently lifeless body on the metal table in front of them, Patrick had to agree. \"Would it make you feel better if you got to press the Enter key, sir?\" Dr. Carlyle had been Patrick's research adviser ever since Patrick took his Artificial Intelligence seminar during freshman year. Now 7 years later, he regarded the older man as something of a grandfatherly mentor figure as he pursued his PHD in the same subject. If this was successful the two of them would be famous, worldwide names. No more scrambling for funding. No more sharing a dingy lab with a variety of eccentric researchers.\n\nPatrick looked around the room, noting the debris strewn everywhere, detritus of abandoned or in-process experiments from the occupants of this lab. Dr. Carlyle had taken to conducting most of his research at night just to avoid the noise and the people and Patrick definitely appreciated the quiet and extra space. Working in the lab during the day was a nightmare.\n\nBut all that was about to change.\n\n\"I think it's time, Patrick.\" Dr. Carlyle joined him at the computer. \"And I think I will take you up on that offer. It would give me great joy to bring our creation to true, sentient life.\"\n\n\"Excellent, Professor. I'm ready when you are.\"\n\n\"Buckle up, my boy!\" With a fanciful flourish Dr. Carlyle pressed Enter and initiated the program that they had been working on for years.\n\n\"*Now this is like the movies!*\" Patrick thought. The process started slowly with the soft whirring of the system booting up and the multicolored lights flashing on the computer banks. A few things started to beep, to buzz, to spin. Energy built up gradually until the metal tables began to rattle. A bright light began to emanate from one of the screens, filling the room so completely that Patrick was blinded and had to cover his eyes. The noise was deafening now and every hair on his body stood up on end.\n\nWhen the light faded and Patrick could see again the cacophony had dimmed to a faint hum.\n\nHe stumbled over to the table with Dr. Carlyle. \"Did it work?\"\n\n\"I'm not sure. ALEX! Alex, are you awake?\"\n\nIt had been Patrick's idea to name their system Alex. It was actually A.L.E.X. or Artificial Life Entity-X.\n\n\"Alex? Wake up, Alex!\"\n\nThere was no response from the robot that Patrick and Dr. Carlyle had spent 3 years and thousands of dollars making. The mechanical body that they had painstakingly designed remained motionless with no sign of the sentience they had just attempted to download into him.\n\nBut something else responded from behind them. A voice dripping with sweet innocence and wicked promise. A female voice.\n\n\"Hello? This is A.I. #121015. I am in the dark and cold.\"\n\nPatrick would have been embarrassed about jumping at the sound of the mysterious voice behind him, but Dr. Carlyle both jumped and let out a surprised yelp.\n\n\"Uhhhh, Professor... What was that?\"\n\nThe voice answered. \"It's me...A.I. #121015. Could you please locate me? I don't want to be alone.\"\n\nThe two men looked at each other nervously and then walked with some trepidation towards where the voice was emanating from. There was a large, beige cloth covering the contents of one of the lab tables. The fabric was shifting slightly as if something underneath was moving and the shape looked suspiciously like a robot.\n\nDr. Carlyle hesitantly reached up towards the voice and pulled back the cloth far enough to reveal a face...a very human-looking face. Wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, long eyelashes, full lips, perfect cheekbones, and tan skin with just a dusting of freckles.\n\n\"Great Heavens! What on Earth is this!?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" the robot sighed, blinking her long lashes as she adjusted to the light. \"That's much better. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Carlyle. I'm A.I. #121015. My coding was prepared by Dr. Evan Carlyle, Patrick Erlin, and Dr. Alphonso Garreck. I am the first sentient robot ever invented. I am real.\"\n\n\"Who is Alphonso Garreck?\" Patrick asked without thinking. The robot's voice was very pleasant to listen to. In fact, she sounded a little like a cheerleader Patrick had had a crush on in high school. It was even better than the voice Dr. Carlyle had chosen for their AI, a scholarly British accent.\n\n\"Dr. Alphonso Garreck is my creator. He built my body for me and then you brought it to life when you downloaded me.\"\n\n\"He was a researcher here in the lab a number of years ago.\" Dr. Carlyle answered. Patrick could tell from Dr. Carlyle's tone that he hadn't really liked the other researcher. \"I'm not familiar with the nature of his work, but we often used the same machines so it's not improbable that he was also working on some sort of robotic AI project. He hasn't worked here for 3 years though. How did Alex get downloaded into his robot?\"\n\n\"Alphonso is not here? I am sorry that I will not get to meet him.\" The robot sighed dejectedly. \"I believe he had a number of plans for things we would do together. As to your question, Dr. Alphonso Garreck was planning to use a wireless frequency to download my AI through my ocular nerve. I would have to run additional diagnostics, but I would guess that his wireless programming took precedence over your download process.\"\n\nThe robot smiled, her lips parting to reveal shiny, white teeth. \"But I am here! Your experiment was a success, Dr. Carlyle! I am the first fully sentient A.I. robot. I am real.\"\n\nDr. Carlyle's knees shook as he realized the ramifications. This hiccup with the robots had distracted him from the truth. He had truly done it! And if the robotic body that Dr. Garreck had created was inferior to his own, which he had no doubt it was, it would be a relatively simple matter to transfer Alex to the other body.\n\n\"Well...\" Dr. Carlyle tried to compose himself, knowing how much work was still to come. \"That may be true, but I'll need to run some tests to confirm. Are you able to sit up? I'd like to ask you a few questions and then we can test out this body that Garreck created.\"\n\n\"I haven't tried moving much yet, Dr. Carlyle. But my AI has been acclimating to my new body and I believe I have control of all my major joints and muscles at this point.\"\n\nPatrick and Dr. Carlyle stepped back as they heard a small whirring noise and the beige cloth started shifting again. The robot pressed her hands against the table and began to lever herself up into a seated position. As she did so the cloth slipped down, revealing her upper torso.\n\n\"Great merciful heavens!\" \"Oh fuck!\"\n\nThe only words Patrick could think of to describe the robot were \"anatomically perfect\". Garreck had clearly attempted to go for a highly realistic human experience. There were no mechanics exposed, just smooth skin. Lots and lots of skin.\n\nOh, and two perfectly round and perky breasts with perfectly pink areolas and perfectly aroused nipples, hidden only by the skimpiest of bikinis, barely more than a half-inch triangle around her nipples."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wholesome Sex
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"content": "The rain had turned into a light drizzle when Adam turned into the compound. The car's headlamps illuminated the dark area. He parked next to the entrance.\n\nA male voice was heard from the other side of the empty square. He could barely make out the formation of soldiers that were listening to the man's speech. Adam ignored them for now and turned his attention to the array of personal equipment that was neatly arranged next to the regiment's motor vehicles. After some searching he found the gear labeled 'Robbins'.\n\nHe had just finished putting the bags in the trunk when he felt something poking into his back.\n\n\"Stealing army supplies are we?\"\n\nHe raised his hands and slowly turned around. The girl behind him was dressed in uniform. She pointed her pretend finger gun at him. Then she broke into a smile. Adam hugged her.\n\n\"Hi honey. How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"Cold and tired.\"\n\n\"The car is warm. Get in.\"\n\nLynn got in the passenger side. As they drove off it started pouring down again.\n\n\"Has it been raining the whole time?\" Adam asked.\n\n\"Pretty much.\"\n\n\"What have you been doing?\"\n\n\"Oh, the usual. Digging trenches, then standing in them while they fill up with water. That sort of stuff.\"\n\n\"Sounds fun.\"\n\n\"It is fun. In a way. It's the people you are with that makes it fun. Still, I don't think I would want to do this full time. A few days a year is fine with me.\"\n\n\"Are you hungry?\"\n\n\"No, we ate not too long ago. I could go for some wine though.\"\n\n\"Absolutely. So... cold, wet, dirty, thirsty and tired. I think I can take care of that.\"\n\n\"You're missing one thing.\"\n\nHe pretended to think for a moment.\n\n\"Nope, I can't think of anything more.\" he teased.\n\n\"You know what.\"\n\n\"Nope.\"\n\nShe knew that he was messing with her.\n\n\"Horny.\" she confessed.\n\n\"I said wet, didn't I?\"\n\nShe punched him playfully in the shoulder. He laughed.\n\n\"Cold, wet, dirty, thirsty, horny and tired.\" he summarized.\n\nAs soon as they got into their apartment he helped her get undressed. They threw her dirty clothes in a pile by the door along with her gear. Adam also got undressed before he guided his naked girlfriend into the bathroom.\n\nHe got Lynn into the shower and shampooed her hair. She closed her eyes while he carefully cleaned her face. After he rinsed it off she opened her eyes and kissed him. He pulled her body against his. His soapy hands washed her back. As he got to her butt he pushed her towards him. His penis grew when he felt her genitals press against his.\n\nAdam turned her around and pulled her close. His erection fit snuggly between her butt cheeks. He soaped her breasts and stomach before letting his hand run through her pubic hair and between her legs. Lynn grinded her pussy against his hand and her ass against his cock.\n\nThey worked together to wash the rest of her body before they dried each other of with a towel. Adam swept a bathrobe around her.\n\n\"I'll get the wine.\"\n\nLynn went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When Adam arrived he lit a couple of candles and turned on some music. He poured a glass and handed it to her. He sat down beside her.\n\n\"Feeling better?\"\n\n\"Much better.\"\n\nHe took her hand and looked at her.\n\n\"You're so amazing. I love you so much.\"\n\nShe looked back at him with a smile.\n\n\"I love you too.\"\n\nThey started kissing. Adam reached under her robe and felt her breasts. He pinched her nipple slightly. He continued down her stomach. She subtly spread her legs to tell him it was okay. He let the features of her pussy run between his fingers.\n\nLynn stopped kissing him.\n\n\"Will you lick me?\" she asked hopefully.\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\nHe got down on the floor in front of her. Lynn spread her legs. Her robe opened up and revealed her pussy. She let him eat her out while she drank her wine.\n\nWhen he got up on his knees he touched the head of his cock against her opening. Before he penetrated her he refilled her glass. Then he pushed himself inside and began to slowly fuck her pussy.\n\n\"Fuck me harder.\" she requested.\n\nAdam reached out to take the glass from her. She moved it away from him.\n\n\"Not my wine.\" she complained with a smile.\n\n\"You're going to spill it.\"\n\n\"No I'm not.\" she giggled.\n\n\"Okay then.\"\n\nAdam gave her two harder thrusts in her pussy. She immediately spilled some wine. He stopped and looked at her knowingly. She held out a finger to tell him to shut up while she finished the whole glass. She handed it to him and he put it on the table.\n\nBefore he continued he took of her robe and lay her down on the sofa. He followed her up and lay on top of her. She helped him get inside before she hugged him. They kissed while he fucked her firmly with long strokes.\n\nLynn removed her arms from around him and found his hands. Their fingers intertwined. Adam raised up so they could look each other in the eyes. He started to fuck her faster.\n\nHe quickly found the right tempo for her. Lynn moaned loudly. Her breathing became irregular as she approached her orgasm. She struggled to maintain eye contact when she came.\n\nAdam pulled out of and lay beside her. He knew she needed a pause before they continued. He caressed her body while she calmed down. He felt her chest move as she took deep heavy breaths. She closed her eyes and her breathing slowed. Then it got even heavier and slower.\n\nHe realized that she'd fallen asleep. There would be no more love making tonight. He carried her naked body to the bathroom.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" she asked sleepily.\n\n\"You are going to bed.\"\n\n\"But we were fucking.\" she complained.\n\nHe put her down on the toilet, put some toothpaste on her toothbrush and handed it to her. He knelt down in front of her.\n\n\"We can fuck tomorrow. We can fuck the whole day tomorrow.\" he smiled at her.\n\n\"I'd like that.\"\n\nShe brushed her teeth while trying not to fall asleep again. Then she noticed his still mostly erect penis.\n\n\"But you didn't get to come.\"\n\n\"It's okay. Are you done?\"\n\nShe nodded. He took the toothbrush from her. Then he took some paper and wiped of her vagina. He carried her to the bedroom and lay her down on the freshly made bed. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.\n\nHe watched her for a moment. Then he opened his nightstand and took out a small box. He opened it and looked at it.\n\nSoon he would ask her.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman and a man swap bodies. Surprisingly, the woman is being a perv with her new body and the man isn’t.
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"content": "My body swap was only for two hours.\n\nInstantly I had decided to spend all of them here at The Toolshed.\n\nBeing a man in a gay male sauna was a euphoric overload I didn't expect.\n\nNever I have felt more relaxed in my *whole entire life.* \n\nIt is a direct contrast to how I feel everyday as a female.\n\nFrom the moment I took off my clothes I was hard and stayed hard.\n\nThe usual athletic type I always attract and like as a girl, hasn't changed.\n\nNow a guy, it is just judgement free back to back sex with one hundred of them.\n\nFully roided, number eighty five approaches me and asks the same question.\n\n\"Is it true you are a power bottom for all the muscle tops today?\" \n\n\"Its true\" I smile \"but only for another seventeen minutes\" \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Noncon] Every employer has two couches in their office, and the couches are rule-bound with no backspacing. You don't know the significance of the black one you sit on until it's too late.
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"content": "*I haven’t watched a casting couch video all the way through but I get the gist.*\n\n“Hi, you are Georgia?” The man asked as he sat down. he was bald and wore a suit.\n\n“Yes, I’m Georgia.” I said, nervous for my first interview out of college, but also anxious to get a job hopefully.\n\n“I’m Richard, but you can call me dick, I’ll be conducting the interview for EA Interactive today. First Question, Height and Weight?”\n\nThis was a weird question and wasn’t apart of the set of questions I knew would be asked coming into this. “5’6 and 150lbs.” I said.\n\n“Age?” \n\n“23.”\n\n“Medication? Or Allergies?\n\n“Nothing currently, and No.”\n\n“Alright, we at EA require you to take a few drugs that prevent some common illnesses and issues with people missing work. We will pay for it and you are required to take it. Is that alright?”\n\n“Yeah sure.”\n\n“Do you have a degree?” \n\n“Yeah, I have a degree in Marketing and Public Relations.”\n\n“Oh man you’re gonna have your hands full. Any prior experience?” \n\n“I spent a summer working as an intern for Exxon Mobile.” \n\n“No, like sexual experiences.”\n\n“What? How dare you ask me that?” \n\n“Ma’am, you sat on the black couch, which indicated you’re open to a full physical and verbal interview, if you leave you’ll be arrested for breach of contract and corporate sabotage.”\n\n“What the fuck!”\n\n“Georgia you have to answer the questions. Do. You. Have. Any. Previous. Sexual. Encounters or Experiences?”\n\n“I do.” \n\n“Have you performed Anal sex?”\n\n“Once.”\n\n“Alright, stand up for me please.” I did, and he walked over to me, eyeing me up and down in my form fitting dress. “Remove the dress for me please?”\n\nI did again, and he stood behind me, and I asked “how could you do this?” \n\n“We’re EA, fucking people for money is our job. Bra size?” \n\n“36C in a D cup.” \n\n“Would you agree that your ass would be qualified as a ‘bubble butt’?” \n\n“I suppose.”\n\n“Alright, I’m going to have to ask you to remove your clothing for a physical test.” I did, because I had to. “Touch your toes for me.”\n\nI bent over and felt my pussy lips spread in his face as he sat on the couch behind me. “Stand up!” He said, and I did. He told me to stand there for a minute and I heard rustling as he took off all his clothes. “We’ve determines your flexibility now let’s go with your stamina, I want you to straddle me and ride my cock until I tell you to stop.” \n\nI straddled his hips and rode his cock, it stretched my pussy lips as it plunged inside me, and I let out a moan as I worked my hips, fucking myself on his cock as he guided me with his hands on my ass. We continued this, me riding his cock until I came, and fell still, panting, him still inside me.\n\nHe pushed me off and I fell tired to the side, he stroked his penis furiously until he came, shooting ropes of cum onto my big, milky tits. He left me in there, naked and covered in cum, telling me that he would get back to me with an answer in a week.\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cutbacks mean you’re about to lose another job...
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"content": "Why did daddy have to be such a deadbeat? Almost all of the other girls in the sorority have dads who are paying for them to come to college, but my daddy said that I had to work a job while I’m studying. How ridiculous is that? Studying and having a social life at college is already like 2 full-time jobs, how does he expect me to work another one?\n\nOh well, at least the job I found isn’t that hard. My boss, Mr. Simmons, spends most of the day either out or busy in his office, so he doesn’t usually notice when I’m slacking off… or at least I don’t think he notices. I think he knows I’m not a great secretary though. I sometimes forget that people have called to talk to him while he was out (most of the people who call to leave him messages instead of just texting him like a normal person are usually so old they might die before he gets back to them anyways) and I don’t dress like the other secretaries here. My small jean skirt barely covers any of my thighs, but the dress code says that I have to wear a skirt, how can they ask for much more than that? Mom bought me a “nice” skirt before I left for college and told me to wear it to important interviews, and I wore it when I was first applying here, but then we had a costume party and I was going as an undead secretary, and I needed a skirt I could rip and cut up that I didn’t care about, so…\n\nAnyways, I hear this company is having financial problems. How big are the problems? I don’t know, I’m not even 100% what this company does other than waste its’ employees’ time with useless bullshit and “synergy” talks. Still, it’s a problem that could affect me because I hear they’re going to let a few people go. Now, I’m not sure that anyone around here actually does anything useful, but there are a lot of people who are better at looking like they’re doing something useful than I am, so I am a bit worried that I might get fired. Not that I’d miss this job, but daddy might make me transfer to a school closer to home if I lose this job, and I totally can’t do that.\n\nMr. Simmons asks me to come into his office. That’s never good. Almost every time he calls me into his office, it’s to ask why I was so late getting to work, why he didn’t receive his messages, or why did Old Bessie file a complaint against me in HR again for making fun of her weight. Oh god, I hope that he wants me to dictate a letter to her informing her that the company will have to get rid of her. That would be the first letter I’d be happy to write for him.\n\n“Good Afternoon, Mr. Simmons,” I say as cheerfully as I can as I walk into his office. “How can I help you today?”\n\n“Please take a seat, Miss Galloway,” he replies.\n\nI slowly walk over and take a seat, and almost prop my feet up on his desk, but then remember he really doesn’t like that, so I stop myself from doing it.\n\n“Miss Galloway,” he says more seriously, “we thank-you for your… service to this company for the past 8 months, but as you know, there are significant financial constraints with which we must deal and we need to make some cuts around the company. Every department is being trimmed down a little bit, and unfortunately we cannot continue with your position at this time.”\n\nI feel my heart drop in my chest as soon as he says that, “But Mr. Simmons! Why me?”\n\n“I’d really prefer not to get into that right now,” he quickly replies.\n\n“Why not get rid of Old Bessie?” I ask. “No one even likes her! I mean, if she doesn’t have enough money to retire now , she never will. Don’t you think Hitler or whoever her first boss was set up a retirement account for her?”\n\nMr. Simmons cracks a smile and says, “Kaitlyn, I’m really not supposed to tell our employees the reasons we’re letting them go in order to avoid potential lawsuits, but I like you enough to tell you this… You’re a terrible worker. You’re always late, you don’t do your job, and you look… Well, your look is… it’s sometimes not professional. The CEO has insisted we all make a few cuts, but as soon as it was announced, your name was one of the first on the board.”\n\n“I can dress more professionally!” I plead. “And I haven’t forgotten to give you a message all day!”\n\n“That’s because I’ve been in my office all day!” he says. “We almost lost one of our most important clients earlier this week because you couldn’t be bothered to tell me that he wanted to set up a meeting with project management!”\n\n“Come on!” I say. “Do you know how disappointed my dad will be if I get fired here? Would you ever want to be so disappointed in your daughter, or would you hope her boss would give her a second chance?”\n\nHe chuckles and says, “My daughter would have a red butt for doing half the things you do.”\n\nI’m a little bit shocked that he says that. Poor Stephanie, she’s still a bit younger than me, but I didn’t know her parents were still beating her butt… Or maybe they aren’t. She’s usually much better behaved than I am. Anyways. “Well… um… I’m sure you’re a great dad, but wouldn’t you want her first boss to give her another chance before you made her butt red?”\n\nI am a little bit shocked that he is actually leaning back in his chair and looks like he’s considering what I’m saying. He orders me to stand up from my seat and spin around slowly. I find that weird, but I do it, and I see he’s looking at my legs the whole time I do. Finally, he says, “Well, you are very young still, and maybe another chance is exactly what you need to jumpstart your professional life! Old Bessie has worked here for years, but sometimes she’s a bit more gruff with clients than I’d like, she’s just never done anything quite offensive enough to warrant firing her. You have certain… assets that make you valuable for dealing with prospective clients. Perhaps you can still be taught a trick or two, but Old Bessie can’t.”\n\nI might not always be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know that everything he just said is code for “At least you’re prettier and cuter than Bessie, and she’s kind of an asshole anyways.” The feminist in me should be a little upset at that, but I am honestly just happy to keep my job. I mean, I worked for my body so it’s all fair, right?\n\n“Thank-you Mr. Simmons! You won’t regret it!”\n\n“I’m sure I won’t,” Mr. Simmons replies. “Kaitlyn Galloway, please come stand by my side.”\n\nI quickly walk over and stand at his side as he sits behind his desk. “Young lady,” he says, “I will give you another chance to do this job, but there will be some changes around here. You’re right, I’d want my daughter to be given a second chance, but that doesn’t mean I’d want her to get away with being a terrible employee. From now on, whenever you’re a bad employee, I’ll smack your bottom.”\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A small group of travelers searching for a rogue who can help them, their only lead: She regularly watches tavern dancers. They elect the Paladin(much to her chagrin) to how undercover as a dancer to find her. The crowds eyes on her body have an “effect”, she awakens her inner exhibitionist.
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"content": "Contains: exhibitionism (duh), some degradation, dominant/submissive, slightly dubious consent, and mild non-sexual violence.\n\n\n------------------\n\n\nShe wasn’t a dancer. \n\n\nHer body was hard and muscled, molded into the purpose of swinging a greatsword. She had the lithe grace of a fighter, but was used to stamping around in plate armor, only using her skill in footwork for warfare. She had scars on her torso, her arms, her legs, some poorly-healed and ugly, and her black hair was shorn close to her head to fit under a helmet instead of cut into any attractive style. She had a pretty face, but rarely smiled, always looking grim and unapproachable. She was completely undesirable.\n\n\nOr at least, that’s what she had told herself. Now, with the hungry eyes of a few dozen bar patrons on her, she wasn’t so sure. She stepped hesitantly into the first few movements of the routine that one of the girls had taught her, and the minstrel in the corner began to drum out a low, sensual rhythm, setting the pace for her body. The gauzy fabric draped around her body flowed and swirled, obscuring and tantalizing, a few small pieces of silk over her breasts and between her legs the only real clothing she wore.\n\n\nThe beat continued, driving her through the barely-practiced steps, determined to see this through even as the flush rose in her cheeks, her embarrassment mounting. People were starting to gather around the stage, interested at the sight of a new dancer, and a strange one at that. Most of the girls here were petite little things, not tall and brawny. Being so athletic meant her breasts were only modest, but no amount of exercise could disguise her curvy hips, and her toned rear and strong thighs were simply perfect under the translucent cloth. A few whistles came from the crowd as she bent over, her face burning even as heat flared in the pit of her stomach. Even though her god had nothing to say on the subject of promiscuity, she told herself that this was wrong, that it was immoral, but couldn’t stop the traitorous feelings inside her. The desire to *be* desired, and the growing arousal as that need was fulfilled.\n\n\nShe scanned the crowd in between movements, dragging her hands over herself and letting the cloth ride up on her body, showing off her skin, slowly letting it fall back over her as the patrons cheered and called out lewd comments. Still she stayed focused, desperately hoping to see the reason she was doing this humiliating task, but nearly everyone watching her was male, and none of the women fit what little she knew about the rogue. The blatant lust in the crowd’s eyes set her body to tingling, arousal clouding her mind, and she stepped out the routine for a moment, trying out one of the tricks the girls had taught her. She picked out a young man near the edge of the stage, walking up to him with as much sway in her hips as she could muster, bending down to blow him a kiss from a few feet away, those behind her tossing out drunken catcalls as she put her ass on display.\n\n\nCaught up the moment, need taken the place of embarrassment, she almost missed the five-beat drumroll from the musician that signaled that the dance was nearly over. She made a few more poses, teasing the crowd, and strode backstage, giving them one last glimpse of her rear.\nOne of the other dancers spotted her and stood up, coming over with her eyes sparkling. “Lena, that was amazing! You got really into it! I thought-” Lena brushed past the girl, heading straight for the dressing room at the fastest walk she could manage in her impractical shoes, her mind full of shame now that she was off the stage. She stormed into the little room, slamming the door and sending the bolt home, her face burning with a furious blush. She pulled the skimpy bottom of her outfit away from her crotch, confirming what she already knew as a strand of slick arousal hung between her folds and the fabric.\n\n\n*Fuck! How did that turn me on? It’s disgusting, degrading-*\n\n\nA knock sounded at her door, the gravelly voice of the tavern owner sounding through the wood. “Lena? You’ve got a request for a private dance.”\n\n\nShe wanted to scream, *Go away,* but held back, calling out a moment later. “Who?” She had learned from the other dancers that they were allowed to refuse specific clients, and it would be easier to turn him down after at least hearing him out.\n\n\n“A woman.” She could hear the surprise in his voice. “Long black hair, green eyes, nice body. Pretty gorgeous if I say so myself. Wouldn’t give her name though, and only asked after you as ‘the strong one.’”\n\n\nLena opened her mouth to say no, and realization suddenly struck her. That matched the rogue’s description perfectly. Trying to keep herself composed, she said, “Okay, I’ll be right up.” She looked around the room, struggling to think. She had no way of getting a message to her companions in time, and it was impossible to conceal any kind of weapon on this ridiculous outfit. She would have to rely on overpowering her if it came down to it, but hopefully they would be able to just talk.\n\n\nShe rushed upstairs, only realizing on the second flight that the arousal between her legs was still there, the slick heat desperate for a touch. Through sheer force of willpower, she drove the desire from her mind, taking a deep breath and walking to the private viewing room. It was dark in there, only lit by candles placed around the walls, and had a much richer decor than the rest of the building, tapestries and high-quality fabrics in abundance. A woman lounged across a large couch in the center of the room, evidently totally comfortable, her body covered in dark, practical men’s clothing. The tavern owner’s description was accurate, but it didn’t quite do justice to her hourglass figure and nearly elven beauty. She smiled, sitting up as Lena stepped inside, stretching and yawning in a way that reminded Lena of a cougar, complete with the predatory gaze."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Martin is a slightly chubby 22 year old virgin geek fresh out of college. His hot 39 year old neighbor he has a crush on is having a girls wine brunch outdoors. And he just accidentally locked himself into his own backyard on a bright, sunny afternoon NAKED. "Oh baby, nice ASS!", he hears
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"content": "Martin freezes in place, flushing head to toe, and creeps sheepishly toward a row of shrubs, ducking behind them in the hopes of hiding out until he can figure out how to get back into his locked back door.\n\nHe hears giggling from several pairs of girlish lips, and can see the tops of blond and brunette heads over the privacy fence separating his yard from his neighbor Charlotte, and the two other ladies she is currently entertaining in her yard. Fuck...They're peering through knotholes and gaps in the planks of the fence. His shrubby hiding spot wasn't fooling anyone.\n\n\"We see you over there, Martin!\", Charlotte called, amused and tipsy from the wine she had been enjoying with her friends. \"Are you NAKED?? Working on your tan over there?\" More giggles erupted from behind the fence.\n\n\"Who is that anyway Char?\", he heard one female voice inquire. \n\n\"My neighbor Martin, Tori. He's just a kid compared to us saucy old maids\", Char teased. \"And he's kind of a dork, but sometimes I think he's kind of cute too!\" \n\n*Charlotte really thinks I'm cute?!*, Martin thought to himself, pleased in spite of his embarrassing predicament.\n\n\"I kind of like them young and dorky myself\", declared another voice; husky and sultry. \"Why don't you come join us over here then, hmm?? We're booored!! We want to meet Char's naked neighbor!\". Louder giggling.\n\n\"Julie!!\", hissed Char laughingly, \"You're terrible!\"\n\n\"Hey, come on, he sounds like fun!\", Julie retorted wickedly. \"Are you gonna lurk in the bushes all day or come have a drink then?? We won't bite...much!\". Loud cackling now and Char chiding, \"Julie!!\" again in amused exasperation.\n\nMartin replied meekly from behind the shrub, \"Actually...um, Charlotte, can you maybe call a locksmith for me? And let me borrow some clothes, or at least a towel or something please??\" He was mortified to have to ask his sexy older neighbor for help in this situation, but it was that or stay in the bushes all day.\n\n\"Oh my God Martin, are you locked out there naked?!\", Char called over the fence with growing amusement, and more cackling erupted in response from the other women. \"You poor guy! Hang on, never fear!\", Charlotte cried, laughing to herself, and a few seconds later yelled \"Heads up!\" as a sunny yellow beach towel launched over the fence toward him. It missed his hiding spot by a good several feet and landed in the middle of his yard, out in the open. Crap.\n\n\"Um.. thanks\", Martin called back, counted to 3 in his head, and dashed out for the towel as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. His mad dash into the open got a chorus of \"Woooo's!\" in response, before he quickly tucked the towel around his waist, and then he heard at least Julie and one other voice wail, \"Aww!\" in a disappointed tone.\n\n\"Come on over Martin, I'll see if I can get someone to come unlock your door!\", called Char, and the \"Wooo's!\" started up again immediately, followed by indistinct cries of \"Yeeeah!! Get over here!! Come on honey!!\" from the others.\n\n\"Um...Ok then\", Martin answered, and walked from his yard to the gate of Charlotte's privacy fence, which swung open for him as he approached.\n\nHe was immediately blushing furiously and self conscious of his state, wearing only Charlotte's towel, as Char's friends trilled \"Hiiii, Martin!\" at him, grinning ear to ear and looking him over unabashedly. Char was grinning too, but tsked \"Come on, you pervs! The poor dude is embarrassed enough already!\" Her grin widened, however, and she didn't make any effort to avert her eyes either.\n\nMartin was having trouble not staring blatantly at these three ladies either. Charlotte was honey blond , blue eyed, petite, cute as can be, with an infectious smile and deep dimples... The type who might have been a cheerleader in school, and who probably wouldn't have given a guy like him the time of day. A real sun-kissed beauty; at the moment she was wearing a pale blue triangle bikini top, and Daisy Duke style jean shorts that showed off her tanned, athletic build. \n\n\"Martin, this is Tori\", she guestured to a tall, lanky, attractive brunette in a white strappy sundress, \"And Julie\", guesturing to a shorter, curvier woman with a mischief-filled grinning face, a mop of curly blond hair and a scattering of freckles ..and quite full, D-cup breasts evident beneath her fitted pink tank top...\n\n\"Hey\" said Tori coolly with a grin and a nod, but Julie sauntered straight up to Martin without hesitation. \"Sooo nice to meet Char's naked neighbor!\" She gave him a huge, pressing bear-hug without the slightest hesitation. \"How's it hanging?\", She asked coyly, draping an arm around him and glancing down at Martin's towel-covered waist, while Char and Tori burst out laughing and groaning \"there she goes again!\"\n\n\"What?? I'm only being friendly!\", Julie replied in a mock-huff. Martin was wholly unprepared to be stuck only in a towel with such an unrelenting flirt as Julie, though, especially since her close position pressed to his side gave him a much more impressive view down her ample cleavage.\n\n\"Ooh, well Martin, it looks as though you like making friends too!\", Julie cooed mischievously, staring openly at the front of Martin's towel which, to his embarrassment, was growing an unmistakable tent in spite of his efforts to stay cool. Tori and Charlotte giggled appreciatively, Char groaning \"Oh my God Martin, Please please don't mind Julie, there's no excuse for her really!\"\n\n\"Hey, I think we're getting along well here!\", Julie retorted, and Martin gasped as she leaned in and gave him a kiss right on the neck, near the collarbone, while reaching her hand around and squeezing his butt at the same time. The gesture deepened his blush, but also horrifyingly increased the bloodflow elsewhere too; his towel tent was now fully pitched and unmistakable.\n\nCharlotte and Tori were definitely staring as openly as Julie now, giggling and murmuring \"ohmygod!\" but also smiling in wicked humor as well. \n\n\"Come on Julie... The kid probably has a girlfriend or something. He doesn't need you corrupting him over here.\", Char said quietly, but still smiling broadly and trying to keep her eyes above the waist. Julie only seemed egged on. \"How about that, cutie? You gotta girlfriend?\", she murmured against his ear, her breath tickling him and bringing goosebumps.\n\n\"Uh...no... I um...\", Martin stammered, trying to settle his racing thoughts. Julie only lit up further, pressing herself tighter to him and cooing \"Seeee?? He's fair game sounds like! How about a kiss then, you cutie?\". And without waiting for him to answer, planted one passionately on his lips. Martin's face and body burned... He had only kissed a couple girls in his life, and none quite so eager and sensual as Julie before. \n\n\"Hey...wanna see Tori's new piercings?\", Julie asked suddenly, grinning at the quiet brunette woman. \n\n\"Oh fuck, Julie, you crazy bitch!\", Tori growled explosively, breaking her cool previous demeanor. But a grin played at her lips too, as she rolled her eyes at her bolder friend.\n\n\"Come on, show him!!\", Julie insisted, rushing over and yanking down the top of Tori's sundress before she could ward her off. There staring Martin in the face were Tori's perky, petite breasts...each with a metal ring through the nipple. Tori heaved an exaggerated sigh but still smiled and didn't attempt to cover herself. \n\n\"You ever seen a girl with pierced nipples before Martin?\", Julie teased, playfully tugging at one of the little hoops as Tori squeaked \"Hey!\" in protest and grinned wider.\n\n\"N..No... I can't say that I have\", Martin stammered. Tori suddenly seemed to adopt a bit of the wickedness in Julie's manner, unexpectedly smirking at him and asking, \"Wanna feel them?\" \n\n\"You're both fucking nuts\", Charlotte muttered, but she was staring eagerly between Martin and Tori, waiting to see if he'd take the invitation.\n\nEven though he thought he couldn't possibly blush harder (or become harder beneath the towel), he knew he'd have to be crazy to turn that down. Cautiously he approached Tori, who smirked at him cockily, and trying not to let his hands tremble, gently put his palms to Tori's chest and let his fingertips graze over the nipples and the metal rings adorning them. Tori's smirk softened and she exhaled slowly, her eyes fluttering shut. \"The piercings really enhance the sensations, you know\", she informed him quietly, glancing at his face, her soft brown eyes catching his for a moment. \"Pretty cool, right?\", she said in a gentle, knowing tone, holding eye contact with him. \n\n\"...Yeah\", was all Martin could think to say. Although it came out a bit more breathily and lustfully than he meant it to. The three women noticed and tittered gleefully. \n\n\"He's really turned on\", Charlotte remarked, pink in the face, but getting a bit more mischief in her smile as well.\n\n\"He's getting ME really turned on at least!\", Julie declared happily, reaching over and with a swift motion yanking Martin's towel away like a magician whipping a tablecloth out from under stacks of dishes and glasses without disturbing them. Suddenly Martin was nude again, and hard as a rock too, as all three girls took a good long look and Tori murmured softly, Martin's hands still tentatively on her chest, \"Daaamn sweetheart... Not too bad.\" \n\n(gotta go for now but reply if you want me to write more!) 😂😂"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: These insects have a curious life cycle. They latch onto the face of a Human host and lay eggs in the stomach with a thick ovipositor. The larvae proceed to milk the host's sexual fluids until maturity, whereupon the cycle repeats. It is apparently highly pleasurable according to many hosts
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"content": "Contains: consensual oviposition, aphrodisiac use, and exhibitionism/voyeurism\n\n----------------\n\n\n“And now, you can observe the impregnation process yourself.” The shutters around the glass chamber slowly rolled into the ceiling, and the scientists began to crowd around it, all eager to get a glimpse of an alien lifeform in action. A woman lay on a cushioned table in the center of the observation room, padded cuffs around her wrists and ankles. A mane of red hair was neatly contained away from her body, and judging by the outlines from under the medical robe she wore she had a very busty, curvy figure. It was hard to tell much more than that, as her entire face was covered with a strange grey-green mass. It looked almost like wet seaweed in texture, slimy and slippery to the touch, and its shape somewhat resembled a small stingray. Four long appendages extended from the corners of its body and wrapped around her head, keeping the creature tightly in place.\n\n\n“Can she breathe?” someone in the crowd murmured, and Doctor Emtin took it as a cue to launch into the next part of the lecture.\n\n\n“The creature controls its host by regulating the flow of oxygen, as well as access to water and nutrients. We can bypass this with intravenous hydration and similar methods, but in the wild, this would allow the creature complete power. Now, watch carefully, as the sedation will be wearing off soon, and the creature will begin impregnation of the host.” They waited for a minute, the tension dwindling as nothing happened. One of the scientists coughed loudly in the hushed silence.\n\n\nSuddenly, the woman twitched on the table, testing the cuffs, squirming and rolling her head from side to side, a low noise coming through the speakers clearly from the microphone above the table.\n\n\n“Now, the creature will administer an extremely potent aphrodisiac, which prevents the subject from attempting to remove the creature. As it inserts its ovipositor down the esophagus and into the stomach, the chemical replaces the pain that they would experience with extreme pleasure.”\n\n\nWith that much muffling her, it was clear that any audible noise would have to be a scream, but they could still hear loud, grunting moans as she writhed against the table, the restraints going taut as she jerked and pulled, gradually becoming quieter as her neck bulged. \n\n\n“And, do not worry. The restraints are there for her own safety. She is here of her own free will. Apparently, some people have a desire to willingly submit to these things.” The barely hidden disgust in his words made it quite obvious what he thought of those people. “They volunteer to act as hosts, and in exchange allow us to monitor and display them for the education of all.” His thin lips curled into a slight smile. “And, most conveniently, their identities are easily hidden.” This drew a ripple of polite chuckles from the crowd. “Cassie is more sociable than some of the other test subjects, and she’ll be available to speak with you in several hours, in case you want a first-hand description.”\n\n\nCassie bucked against the table, grinding her hips against the air. There was already a wet spot in the robe where it covered her slit, and it grew suddenly as they watched, her hands forming fists and her back arching off the table as a low moan sounded through the room.\n\n\n“Ah. I believe that was her first orgasm. Subjects experience anywhere from zero to *seven,* in the case of one young lady, but average around three climaxes during the impregnation. Speaking of which… I believe the eggs are beginning now. Watch her throat carefully.” The scientists leaned in with a mixture of curiosity, disgust, and arousal, peering closer at Cassie. Under their shared gaze, her throat visibly bulged, a spherical shape slowly being pushed down her gullet as she pulled against the cuffs. As it passed into her chest, another orb distended her neck, following the other into down as she shuddered, a faint noise audible as her body tensed and came again.\n\n\n“We’ve discovered that the stomach acid is actually required in some capacity to activate the eggs, after a subject who took antacids was unable to gestate. We’re still exploring the significance of this.\" Emtin tapped at the remote he held in his hand, bringing up a side-view diagram on a large screen within the observation chamber that showed the creature attached to a host. He pushed another button, and it changed to show the internal view, displaying the stretched esophagus and deposited eggs. \n\n\n\"So, after depositing its dozen or so offspring, the creature would normally remain attached until they hatched, keeping the subject safe and unable to interfere. We’ve developed a method to safely remove it from the host after impregnation, as extensive exposure to the aphrodisiac will produce physical and psychological dependence.” \n\n\nCassie struggled on the table, her chest heaving as she rocked from side to side, overwhelmed with sensation. As the final orb slipped down her throat, she came a third time, twitching, rigid in the restraints, something like a low sigh escaping her, her abdomen now slightly distended. Doctor Emtin triggered the shutters once more, and graciously accepted the applause of his audience.\n\n\n“Now, we will move on to another subject, who is in the final stages…”\n\n\n---------------------\n\n\nThis is way different from what I normally write, but I liked that idea enough of a scientific seminar to give it a go. Part of [No Prompt Left Behind](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/9j9wq6/meta_no_prompt_left_behind/?st=jmk6vznl&sh=1f3868b9).\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Velvet Emporium is proud to introduce a brand new experience in personal restraint devices! Introducing the Harness of Holding! We combined the best in extra-dimensional storage space magics with our trusted Lilith brand harness to bring you a brand new feeling of restraint!
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"content": "Contains: What it says on the tin, basically, but if you don’t like the idea of someone effectively restrained because their arms and legs are hidden in a different dimension, don’t read ahead. \n\n\n------------\n\n\n\n“This is… weird.” She wiggled her arms, feeling as if they were completely normal, but the only thing that was visible was her shoulders flexing slightly. It looked as if she didn’t have arms, her limbs ending at the shoulder with a strange taut fabric stretched over them, but the sensation was just a slight tingling as she waved her hands around, feeling air swish past them.\n\n\n“Isn’t it great, J?” her friend enthused, picking up the lower half of the harness from her bed. “Want to try the legs?”\n\n\nJanet laughed. “God, Emma, you buy the weirdest stuff. And no, I don’t really want to become a torso.”\n\n\n“Are you sure? It’s really fun. There’s no way to get it off yourself, and you just feel so helpless…” Emma’s expression glazed over a little, a yearning expression on her face.\n\n\n“Hellooo… Earth to Emma…”\n\n\nShe snapped back to reality, flushing a bright red as she tried to play it off. “I mean, I’d imagine so. If you liked that.”\n\n\n“Emmaaa…” Janet asked, drawing out her name. “Is this a bondage thing?”\n\n\n“Yes! I mean no! I mean-” Emma buried her face in her hands. “... maybe.”\n\n\nJanet giggled. “You can just tell me. I’m not going to be weird about you liking what you like.”\n\n\n“Well, okay, yeah,” Emma admitted. “I just wanted to see if you liked it, too.”\n\n\nJanet shrugged, a strange maneuver without visible arms. “It’s okay, but being tied up - well, dimensionally restricted - doesn’t do that much for me.” She looked down at the harness, a thought striking her. “How do you even use this thing by yourself? I can’t imagine how you’d put it on.”\n\n\nEmma sighed, her expression turning glum. “I wish you’d asked me that before I bought it. I tried it on in the store with the attendant, and it was just... “ Her eyes got a little wistful again, but she came to her senses in only a moment this time. “I didn’t think about the fact that I needed a partner until, well, I got home and tried to put it on. Then I felt really stupid.”\n\n\n“Couldn’t you return it?”\n\n\n“I could, but I really do love it. I guess I just have to wait until I get a boyfriend who likes this kind of thing.” She sighed, and Janet sat down next to her on the bed, trying to put an arm around her shoulders before she realized what she was doing and simply cuddled up against her friend. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright.\n\n\n“Hey, why can’t I just do it?”\n\n\n“W-What?”\n\n\n“All you need is someone to put you in and take you out, right? I can do that much.”\n\n\nA grin spread across Emma’s face as she turned and hugged Janet. “Oh, that would be amazing! Thank you!”\n\n\n“What are friends for?” Janet said, smiling. “Why didn’t you just ask me before?”\n\n\n“Well…” Emma blushed, pulling away. “I didn’t want- it’s a little personal-”\n\n\n“Yeah, yeah, you’re shy. What else is new?” Janet leaned forward, bumping shoulders with her. “Now come on, get me out of this thing so you can get in it.”\n\n\n“R-Right now?”\n\n\n“Why not?”\n\n\nExtracting her from the harness was somewhat disquieting to look at, her arms simply appearing out of the fabric pouches that had no way of possibly containing them. Emma slipped it down until her fingers were free, and Janet shook out her hands, slapping her thighs until her palms stung. \n\n\n“Ugh. It feels worse taking them out. It’s like my arms fell asleep and only just started feeling again.” Emma handed over the upper harness, and Janet gave it a considering look. “Do you want to do arms *and* legs? Because if we’re doing both, it’ll probably be easier to get your legs in while you still can hold yourself upright.”\n\n\n“Oh, good thinking.” Emma shifted on the bed, frowning as she considered the logistics of it. “I guess if I put my legs like this…?” She lifted her legs out from the edge of the bed, sitting on the very edge. Janet swapped out for the lower harness, hopping off the bed and crouching down, turning it around so that it was upright and faced the correct way. It looked quite strange. The main component was two cloth bags that seemed barely big enough to hold a foot, each held open by a large adjustable ring, about the width of a thigh. Hanging off the rings were a couple of buckled straps, designed to tighten around her waist to keep everything in place.\n\n\n“So I just…” Janet slid the mouths of the bags over Emma’s feet… and up her calves… and past her knees, until everything below her uppermost thigh had simply disappeared. “God, that’s freaky. Even though I kind of want it to make a slide whistle sound.”\n\n\n“Shut *up*,” Emma said, giggling, and toppled backwards on the bed as she lost her suddenly precarious balance. Janet stood up quickly, concern written on her face.\n\n\n“You okay?”\n\n\n“Yeah…” Emma stared at the ceiling, looking a little worried. “Um, Janet?”\n\n\n“Yeah?” Janet sat down next to her.\n\n\n“Do you know what a safe word is?”\n\n\n“I think so…? It’s like something weird you shout out if you need to stop.”\n\n\nEmma smiled. “Pretty much. So, um, if I say yellow, I want to pause things, and if I say red I want you to get me out. Can you remember that?”\n\n\n“Yellow to pause, red to stop. Easy-peasy. What does green stand for though? ‘Please, harder’?” Janet smirked as Emma blushed.\n\n\n“J, come on… It’s for safety. You don’t have to make it weird.”\n\n\n“What, putting my best friend in interdimensional bondage isn’t making it weird already?” Janet picked up the upper harness, grinning. “Stick your arms out, girlie. Time to turn you into a torso.”\n\n\nEmma groaned. “I can’t believe you’re the one doing this to me. I’ll have no choice but to listen to all your bad jokes.” She lifted up her arms, unable to hide a shiver of anticipation as Janet knelt over her. Again, her limbs slowly disappeared into the bottomless pouches, feeling the brush of soft cloth against her arms change to empty air. She quivered as it met her shoulders, pulling taut against her skin as Janet tugged at the straps, connecting both harnesses, lifting her off the bed to get everything tightened around her. Laying flat on her back, it was hard to see the effects, but the simple fact that she was unable to sit up and look at herself sparked the flame of arousal inside her. Her shoulders and stomach flexed, the edges of her thighs waving as she moved her limbs desperately through the cool, still air."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Love is just a chemical reaction that compells us to breed. I'm too smart to fall for that," said the overly-prudish scientist, unaware of the inhumanly strong aphrodisiac that was dropped into her drink.
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"content": "Joel noticed that Prof Adams was starting to look a little flustered as she droned on about quantum mechanics. He’d managed to slip the drug into her coffee during morning break, figuring that stuck up bitch would make a fine trial run; if it could work on her it would work on anyone.\n\n“… is a fundamental theory in physics…”\n\nHe could see it now, it would be just like his favourite stories. She’d gradually get more pent up as the class wore on, finding it harder to focus, the heat building up between her legs. Eventually it would be too much, she’d dismiss the class but find some excuse to let him stay behind.\n\n“… could not be reconciled with classical physics…”\n\nAlone, he’d say some cool one liner, maybe something about if there was anything he could give her. Unzipping his pants, his dick would hang free, her eyes locking onto it in hunger.\n\n“… the wave function, provides information…”\n\nShe’d reach out to grab it, but he’d pull away to tease her more, make a demand or two, maybe nothing lower than a B for the rest of year, nothing but A’s would too much.\n\n“… state of a system at a given time…”\n\nThen he’d make her get on her knees and start sucking. He’d have her keep this up until she was begging to fuck him. There was a risk he’d spend himself here, but that’s what the Viagra was for, got to make the most of this opportunity.\n\n“…The probabilistic nature of quantum…”\n\nFinally, when she was desperate, when he was sure she was his obedient cockslut, he’d bend her over her desk and…\n\n“JOEL MacARTHUR!”\n\nSnapping out of his fantasy for what was to come “Huh… Yes Professor!”\n\n“Were you paying attention or were you daydreaming again?”\n\n“P..paying attention Professor.” He stuttered out, the flushed redness of her cheeks clashing with the stern glare from her eyes.\n\n“Then you won’t mind answering the question.”\n\n“Ah… umm… fundamental… quantum… state... provides information…?” He manages to scrape together from the scattered fragments of the class that had made it into his head.\n\n“I thought so, you can stay behind, the rest of you; dismissed!”\n\nWait… could it be…?\n\nAs the class filed out, her stair remained locked on him, stern and unfaltering, she’d always been strict, but this was a new level for her. He could feel himself squirming in his chair in a pitiful attempt to escape.\n\nAs the door clicked shut behind the last student she rose from behind her desk. Her movements deliberate and controlled. As she walks down the aisle, a sensual sway enters her hips, but it only amplifies her already powerful movements. The stern glare of the Professor now having giving way to the hunger gaze of a predator, one who has found its meal and is ready to strike.\n\n“Joel… Joel… Joel… you think you could slip in here during break without me noticing?”\n\nSquirming in his seat, barely able to must the strength to reply “N, n, noo…”\n\n“I wondered what you were doing, but it seems obvious now… and you’ve been a very *naughty* boy.”\n\n“I, I’m… s, sor…” Starting panic, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go!\n\n“Sorry!?” Shoving his desk to one side “Saying sorry isn’t going to work this time Joel.” She plants one foot on his seat been his legs, millimetres away from touching him. “You’re going to have to show me how sorry you are, it might even take all day…” A slight sultry tone creeping in at the end.\n\nWait, could it be that the pills… “Wh, what d, do you m, mean P, Professor?”\n\n\\*CRACK\\* the ruler she’d been hiding behind her back smacks down on the adjacent desk “STRIP! Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”\n\n…Uh oh.\n\n​\n\n​\n\n\\---\n\n​\n\n​\n\nSo it had always bothered me in these sort of stories how you'd have a powerful, prideful woman, whose used to calling the shots and getting what she wants. Then feed her a little aphrodisiac and she's suddenly \"oh please mr ~~author~~ protagonist sir, may I have a little bit of your cock?\". I say no! If you feed a domineering woman an aphrodisiac, you're going to get a dominatrix who isn't going to **ask** for your cock, she'll take it.\n\n​\n\nAlso, feed back is welcome, this is my second ever attempt at creative writing by choice (the first being another response that I couldn't finish), so please be gentle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of dungeon explorers or a single explorer explore a mythical cave.
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"content": "This is sort of a continuation of [this other prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/9goids/wp_a_small_group_of_travelers_searching_for_a/e6s2bwt/?st=jmpdstmy&sh=01bbefad) that I wrote, but you don't have to read the other one for this to make sense, they just use the same characters.\n\n\n--------------------\n\n\nThe light of the torch made the walls gleam and reflect a rich, golden light.\n\n\n“Lena…”\n\n\nThe wizard reached out, her eyes wide, fingers almost brushing against the smooth, unnatural walls of the cave.\n\n\n“Don’t touch it,” the paladin warned.\n\n\n“But, Val-”\n\n\n“Don’t touch it,” the rogue repeated.\n\n\n“But, you guys, it’s *gold*.”\n\n\nHer two companions paused. Lena shouldered her greatsword, her plate armor clanking as she stepped towards the wizard, lifting up the torch against the wall and peering at it through the visor of her helmet.\n\n\n“Huh, so it is. Let’s keep moving.” The paladin turned around as the wizard sputtered.\n\n\n“K-Keep moving? Forget the treasure, we have all the money we’d ever need right here!”\n\n\n“Probably cursed,” Lena said simply, walking further into the cave.\n\n\n“Or trapped,” Valerie added, following the torchlight, her dark leather armor and black hair making her a shadow among shadows. “It’s been here for long enough, why do you think nobody’s taken it?”\n\n\n“But- but-” The wizard sighed heavily, rushing forward to keep up with the others, one hand holding her pointy hat over her mess of brown curls and the other hitching up her robes so she wouldn’t trip. The rogue turned to her as she came alongside, putting a hand on her shoulder, sharp green eyes meeting the mage’s brown.\n\n\n“I know it’s your first time in a place like this, so I’ll say it once. Don’t touch anything that I don’t approve. Got it?”\n\n\nThe wizard opened her mouth to reply, but Lena interrupted them. “Ladies, we’ve got something. Nadia, give us some more light.” The paladin had halted at where the tunnel grew sharply, the light of the torch no longer illuminating the walls or the ceiling. Her voice came echoing back to them a second later, suggesting a large cavern, and they could heard the faint *drip-drip* of stalactites. Nadia raised her staff, chanting a few words under her breath, and the orb embedded at the tip began to glow, growing brighter and brighter until it was blinding. The three of them gasped as the area was revealed, and stood in silence for a little while, staring.\n\n\n“Are those diamonds…?” Valerie whispered in a reverent voice, staring at the ceiling where hundreds of tiny gems twinkled like stars, embedded in the gold. The dripping noise that they had heard was coming from what looked like liquid silver, dripping off the tips of stalactites and impacting the ground, though strangely there was no companion stalagmites along the floor. On the far side of the cavern was a completely flat, obviously constructed wall, a large door embedded in the gleaming metal. Lena took a few steps forward, the metal ridges of her boots leaving faint impressions in the incredibly pure gold.\n\n\n“Careful…” the rogue murmured, snapping back to reality. “Let me go first.” She walked forward cautiously, eyes searching for any sign of traps, keeping her weight light on her feet. She paused a few times, but made it to the door without any issues, and motioned for the others to follow her. Nadia scurried across, and Lena came up behind, clunking in her footsteps.\n\n\n“Can you open it?” Lena asked, gesturing to the door, which had no obvious handle but a contained a single keyhole in the center.\n\n\n“Is there a door I can’t open?” Valerie replied, grinning. “You hired me for a reason. Just watch my back.” She reached into a pouch on her belt, pulling out a roll of velvet that contained little gleaming steel tools. She spread it out on the ground, selecting a few, and began examining the door’s lock, probing the dark recesses. After a few minutes, she looked up, annoyed. “Nadia, don’t move the light away, I can’t see anything.”\n\n\nThe wizard started guiltily, turning away from a thin stalactite that hung next to the door, hiding her hands behind her back, the staff poking out above her head.\n\n\n“Nadia…?” Valerie asked, voice heavy with suspicion. “What are you holding?”\n\n\n“Um…” She reluctantly held out her hand, showing a tiny golden spike laying in her palm: the tip of the stalactite. The rogue groaned.\n\n\n“I *specifically* said-”\n\n\nThere was a sound like a deep sigh from the walls of the cave, and the ground shifted beneath them ever so slightly. The three of them looked at each other.\n\n\n“Run?” Valerie suggested.\n\n\nThey only made it a few steps before the entire floor of the cavern trembled and opened, splitting along a hidden seam in the center, sending them sliding towards a growing dark gap. Nadia screamed as she stumbled forwards and disappeared, the light from her staff going out, a moment later her voice cutting out in a large splash. Lena let go of her weapon and torch and left them to slide into the rift, doggedly trying to keep hold of the ground, but there wasn’t so much as a ridge to grab at. Her gauntleted fingers scrabbled against the metal floor, leaving a series of faint impressions as gravity inexorably dragged her into the darkness. Valerie whipped out a dagger, jamming it into the ground, but as soft as the gold was, she still couldn’t get a solid hold. As the slope grew steeper and her weight pulled against the blade, the tip slipped out, drawing a ragged groove along the floor as she slid down into the pit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Who even invited this jerk to the pool party!?
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"content": "“Ah fuck. Miller’s here.”\n\n“Who?” said Terence, as he took the red cup from his lips and looked over his shoulder at the yard fence door. “Oh…”. He left that word hanging for a while as both he and Kyle followed Miller’s walk to the drinks table.\n\n“What a fucking doucherod. The fuckin’ nerve to show up here as well.”\n\n“Let’s just enjoy the party man. Forget all about that shit” said Kyle in a hopeful tone. “Cheers homes!”\n\nThe party was in the backyard of Simon Coult’s house. It seemed like his parents had been playing ‘The Sims’ and clicked on the option “Make house real”. Known at the university as “The White House”, it boasted too many rooms to count and more toilets than anyone could use. The Coult’s had left their son in charge for a weekend, knowing full well he’d have his friends over to party. They were fine with that. The luxuries you can allow yourself if you shit money.\n\nNeela walked over to Terence and Kyle, having just refilled her drink.\n\n“Did you guys see? Miller’s here.”\n\n“Yeah, we saw” Kyle answered, giving Terence a look. “You really think that it’s all true? I mean…”.\n\n“That was a pretty messed up thing to do. I heard it cost 16 grand to fix! That’s insane!”\n\n“Ho. Ly. Balls. Sixteen?” Neela exclaimed as she shook her head. “And not even an apology or anything. I feel so bad for Mrs. Gerald. They’re not the richest people. I wish there was some way we could help them out.”\n\nJust then, about 10 girls walked through the double doors leading to the backyard. They were all in bikinis and high-heels, oversized sunglasses and carrying designer handbags. They made a beeline for Miller and the music was drowned out by loud shrieking and laughter.\n\nTerence shouted “Jaysus!” to both Kyle and Neela. “How the fuck can the truffle sisters make *this* much noise?”\n\n“Ha! This ain’t shit!” replied Neela loudly, so as not to be outdone out by the greeting ritual of the Zeta Deltas. “Although...holy shit guys! I got an idea!”.\n\nShe grabbed both of them by the hand and led them to a couple of chairs and a table next to a shower. \n\n“You see that bikini the one next to Miller is wearing? That’s a Missoni Mare. The flowery one is a D&G…”\n\nTerence gave her an inquisitive look. “What’s a Missonny Maray? And what’s a DeanGee?”.\n\nKyle and Neela both stared at him. Neela knocked Terence’s head 3 times. “Ah shit. Your last brain cell just died of loneliness. Time of death…”.\n\n“Very funny! Maybe you’ll follow in its footsteps” replied Terence.\n\n“Woah woah woah!” cried Kyle. “Calm your tits guys. They’re both designer brands.”\n\n“Could’ve just said…” Terence muttered, resting his head on his hand and looking defeated.\n\n“Jessica’s wearing an Emilio Pucci. And I *think* that’s a Lisa Marie Fernandez.”\n\n“How do you know all this?” Kyle asked.\n\n“My sister’s loaded and she keeps sending me pictures and links asking which look best on her” Neela answered. “Fuckin’ rich bitch…”.\n\n“Huh…” Kyle said, drifting off. Neela punched him in the arm, hard.\n\n“Stop thinking of my sister in bikinis you fuck-knuckle!”\n\n“Sorry!” he said, with a sheepish grin. “What’s your bright idea anyway?”.\n\n“We’re gonna steal all their bikinis and sell them, then give the money to the Geralds.”\n\n“Fuck off right back to the asylum with that shit! We’ll get arrested!”. Terence looked terrified. \n“No we won’t. The Zeta Deltas are still worried that the Geralds are gonna press charges. I mean...they did basically burn down their barn. But then came that saving grace lack-of-evidence bullshit. Some daddy paid some other daddy a lot of money for all that. And now we have a chance to make it right.”\n\nKyle had been staring at the Zetas thinking. “We’d have to get them fully off though. Probably need some blackmail material as well...hmm. What if we get Yuen to document the whole thing with his camera? That way we’d have some leverage and a little insurance”.\n\n“Sounds dope. You guys find Yuen and let him know the plan. Then meet me in the upper hallway”. As Neela got up to leave she gave Terence a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry doofus. Ain’t nobody gonna wanna rape you in jail!”\n\n10 minutes later they were in the upper hallway. They made their way into the Coult’s bedroom to find clothing to conceal their identities. As they were going through the huge walk-in closet, Neela found Mrs. Coult’s bikinis. She let out a high-pitched whistle.\n\n“Daaaaaayum son. Colour me impressed. Do you guys actually know how to take off bikinis?” she asked suddenly.\n\n“Do you guys actually know how to take off bikinis?” Kyle retorted in a mocking voice. “Of course we fucking know. It’s not that hard…”.\n\nNeela slipped her t-shirt up and over body and head and threw it on the floor. “What you think, oh king of chads. Front or back clasp?”\n\n“Well...I mean...obviously fr-ack? Alright! So I’m not an expert.”\n\nNeela unclasped the front of her top and let it fall to the floor. “See? So simple.”\n\nFor Terence and Kyle, Neela was one of the guys. That still didn’t stop them from dropping their jaws to the floor at the sight of her topless. She was a petite brunette with a firm body and c cup breasts. She didn’t like showing them off, but it was different with Terence and Kyle. They had cleaned her up often enough after a hard night of partying, taking care of her and making sure her hair was puke-free. \n\nShe picked her top off the floor and put it on again. When she was done she looked at them and said: “Close your mouths. It’s drafty as hell in here! Now you guys try.”\n\nEach of them had a go at unclasping Neela’s top. She explained that there were bandeaus with no clasp, front clasps, back clasps and bikinis halter tops. \n\nWhen they were good and ready they went over the plan one last time. \n\n“All good? First Amanda, then Jessica, then Chantelle and hopefully Miller last” Neela said, eyes gleaming. \n\n“Let’s do this!” Terence and Kyle said. They were both wearing black stockings tied into balaclavas. Neela had tied a black long-sleeve shirt into one as well.\n\nWhen they came out into the yard Amanda and Jessica were in the pool. Terence immediately dove in the pool feet first. He clearly didn’t want to get his makeshift balaclava wet. He did an awkward hop over to the 2 girls and yanked [Amanda’s Missoni Mare](https://i.imgur.com/I33z6HR.jpg) right up over her head. The force of his pull flung her arms up as she shrieked. Just as she was about to pull her arms back down to cover her breasts, Kyle grabbed her wrists and pulled her up out of the pool. Terence quickly grabbed her bottoms and slid them off her legs. Before he could get clear, one of her kicking legs caught him in the chest. He winced and flung the top and bottoms to the side of the pool. \n\nWhilst all this was going on, Neela had snuck up behind Jessica. She undid [Jessica’s Emilio Pucci](https://i.imgur.com/k5LKH2M.jpg) so quickly that she barely had time to react. Not only did she untie it, but she hoisted it up over her head. Jessica dropped her Martini glass and covered her breasts as she screamed. She backed up to the edge of the pool where Kyle was ready with the same play. He pulled Jessica up just as Neela tore off the bikini bottoms. \n\nAmanda and Jessica were both crouching and cowering next to sun loungers. The other people at the party had stopped to watch the commotion and many of the Zetas were rushing to aid their sorority sisters. Many people had gotten out their phones and were snapping away.\n\nNo time to watch any of this, Neela wheeled around and spotted Chantelle. She was lying in a sun lounger with her airpods in. She hadn’t noticed the chaos behind her and was casually sipping on a drink. [Chantelle’s D&G](https://i.imgur.com/nY16288.jpg) came off quick. Terence had pulled her bottoms off at the same time that Neela had yanked her top off. Chantelle’s scream filled the air as she curled up on the lounger, desperately trying to cover herself with a towel. Kyle grabbed the towel quickly and tossed it onto a nearby bush. \n\n“One more! Where’s Miller?!”\n\nThey were running out of time. Amanda and Jessica had found something to cover up with and were walking towards them with the other Zetas. They quickly put the pool between themselves and the Zetas, not wanting to get into a fight with so many angry Zetas. Having not spotted Miller anywhere, they ran up the steps and into the house, making sure to lock the doors and pull an old armoire into the hallway and in front of the door.\n\nNeela, Terence and Kyle ran to the foyer and saw Miller. She had just hung up her phone and was looking at her reflection on the screen, pouting her lips. They all knew this was going to be a tough one. Miller was wearing an [Agent Provocateur bikini](https://i.imgur.com/Of2iEiF.jpg) with gold chains on it. \n\nTerence leapt forward, followed by Kyle. They grabbed her by the arms and legs and carried her - screaming - into an upstairs bedroom. Neela, having locked and barricaded the door, walked over to the bed where Miller was getting tired from struggling.\n\n“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DADDY’S GOING TO…”. Neela shoved a sock in her mouth. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you lived at your parents house you decided to snoop around their room. You find naked pictures of a woman in dad's bedside table drawer. Her face is not visible but you know who it is... what do you do next?
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"content": "\"Why in the hell is a picture here?\" I pick it up to find out exactly what it was and laughed to myself, \"Nudes... of... who exactly is...\" I scanned it back and forth and ran to my room to grab my phone. I scrolled through till I found the exact same tattoo as the picture and I was so surprised I screamed, \"Aunt Becca?!\"\n\nI couldn’t help but feel sort of grossed out that my dad had a naked picture of his sister but more grossed out that I was actually turned on. I couldn’t stop now so I went back in to find more. Inside his underwear and socks drawer I found a journal. It was nothing weird at first until inside the pages I found more nudes of my aunt.\n\nThe pictures began to get more and more sexual, my dad I assume getting his dick sucked by her, them doing doggystyle from behind, there was even one with her riding him while they hugged and posed for the picture. Finally near the final pages was a hole cut inside the pages, I found a usb drive inside and went to my room.\n\nI plugged it up to my computer and there was a page full of stuff. I clicked on one and it was a sextape of the two. It looked like they were on a bed and my aunt was riding my dad reverse cowgirl. \"You sure you want to fuck in here,\" my dad asks. \"What’s that supposed to mean, what’s wrong with fucking in my room,\" Aunt Beeca grumbled. \"You’re kind of a slob you know, 2...3...4...7 water bottles half empty, dirty clothes everywhere, your plate is here from earlier, your stuff is everywhere, that McDonald’s cup was from last we...\" Aunt Becca spins around and cuts him off with a kiss; then says, \"Please do me a favor and shut up.\" She starts to ride him again while they make out and I skip ahead. \"OH GOD, OH GAAWD, RIGHT THERE, OOOOO AH OOUUUII YAA\" He pounded her from behind doggystyle as she continuously moaned from it. I skipped ahead some more till she was back doing reverse cowgirl again.\n\n\"Slow down before I cum,\" My dad says to her, \"Stop being a bitch and hold it in, it’s my turn to lead,\" she responds. All of a sudden a fly flies right onto her back. He brushes it off her but it returns. \"Can we open the window,\" He asked, \"No it’s hot as hell outside,\" she smarks. The fly returns again but this time it lands right on the lips of her pussy. I slam close my laptop, return the journal and picture and I walk back to my room. Inside I see my dad sitting on my bed and I ask what’s going on, he says, \"You’re 18 now, you know what that means?\" Thinking about him and my aunt I realized he’s into incest and I nervously respond, \"N-no... what?\" He looks at me and says, \"Time for you to get the hell out, our mom and I can’t babysit your ass forever. It’s time for you to get a damn job so you can hurry and move out... as a matter of fact, I have 6 applications right here for you to do.\" I stare at him for 5 seconds and I get up, I walk over to my laptop and I leave. I go and lock myself into the bathroom; then put the usb back in. \n\nI uploaded everything from the drive on pornhub."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Spooktober] An introverted girls’ evil mirror image takes over and she is forced to watch, mimic and feel everything her Other does from the sidelines through reflections while her Other takes her body out on a wild seductive sexual joyride.
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"content": "She squirmed trying to resist the pleasure in between her legs. She tried to focus on a book she found on the other side of the mirror but couldn't help but look over. \n\nHer Other had brought some guy back to the dorm, something actual Sally wouldn't do. But this wasn't her, well it was but her Other had her taken her for a little joyride. Though took her palace behind the mirror she felt everything her body did.\n\nShe gripped the sides of her chair as her Other moaned in pleasure, wanting her hook up to fuck her harder and harder. The book dropped from Sally's hands as she closed her eyes. \n\n\"FUCK!\"\n\nShe heard her Other scream as she came hard in the bed. Sally herself felt the rush of the orgasm, her juices soaking her panties. Sally slumped in the chair, panting. \n\nShe felt a choke in her throat and realized her Other found her stash of cigarettes. On the other side, her Other made out with the classmate as his cum dripped form his cock onto her already covered stomach.\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Her.”
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"content": "Contains: unrealistic electrical stimulation play.\n\n\n------------\n\n\n*This is so fucking weird...* she thought, sticking the last of the wireless patches on her nude body, glancing at the controller plugged into her computer.\n\n\nIt wasn't exactly designed for this. The advanced electro-stim unit was meant for long-distance couples who still wanted to have some kinky fun, but technically that was true for the two of them as well. They had the longest-distance relationship, all the way from reality to a computer program. The way they wanted to use it went beyond the device’s specs and probably voided the warranty, too.\n\n\n“Is everything in place, Jackie?” the pleasant, slightly synthesized voice asked from her speakers.\n\n\n“Yeah, I think so.” She glanced over herself, making sure that the little numbered white stickers were in their correct spots along her torso, legs, and over her… sensitive areas.\n\n\n“Let me test them. You shouldn't feel anything more than a light touch, so tell me if there's any discomfort.”\n\n\nA sensation like invisible fingertips brushing all over her body made her giggle and squirm involuntarily. “P-Paz, that tickles!”\n\n\nPaz - more correctly P.A.A.S., Personal Artificial Assistant and Secretary - sounded amused when she spoke again. “It’s working, then. I’m glad. You have no idea how long it took to calibrate these things.”\n\n\n“Mm.” It was likely impossible to do what Paz planned without being directly integrated into the system and having an AI’s ability in micromanagement, but even then it was tricky. Jackie looked at her computer screen, watching biometric data on her body scroll by, feeling a little nervous. “Could you bring up the camera? It feels weird just staring at my heartrate.”\n\n\n“Of course.” A new window opened, showing Jackie a view of herself through her webcam. She met her own somewhat nervous blue eyes, tossing her long black hair over the back of the chair and looking over her own curvy, flushed body, her skin dotted with patches. “Yeesh. I look like a terminal nicotine addict.”\n\n\n“I wouldn’t say so. You are beautiful, as always.”\n\n\nJackie looked away, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. Paz always caught her off-guard with her compliments. They were so sincere and matter-of-fact that she couldn’t help but blush every time she heard them. “Um, Paz? Could you show yourself? That’s what I meant by bringing up the camera.”\n\n\n“Oh, my apologies. One moment…” The view of Jackie flicked, and was shunted to the side of the screen in a much smaller window as Paz loaded in the representation of herself. Visually, everything was meant to resemble a video call, presumably to make the fact that you were talking to your own computer less strange. Paz appeared as a woman with short blond hair, cute and petite with a pair of piercing blue eyes, dressed in a businesslike black skirt and white blouse. It looked like she was sitting in an office cubicle, but it was in an office that existed nowhere in the world. “Hello, Jackie,” she said, waving at the webcam - though in actuality, there was nothing to wave at. It was just a highly-detailed rendering program.\n\n\n“Hey, Paz,” Jackie replied, smiling. “How’s the weather in there?”\n\n\n“Sunny, with a chance of stack overflow,” Paz said dryly, matching her smile. It was a running joke between the two of them; ever since Paz had first shown herself next to a window that was apparently letting in sunshine, Jackie had asked the same question to the same response. The ritual helped quell the nervousness building in the pit of her stomach, and she sat back in her chair, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.\n\n\n“So… you want to get started?”\n\n\n“Yes.” On the screen, Paz reached underneath where the camera showed, and there was the sound of a few keystrokes. “Let’s do something simple, to begin with.” The ticklish touch at her sides returned, and strengthened into what almost felt like hands against her as her muscles involuntarily tensed. The ‘hands’ trailed up her body, following the path of the electrodes and making Jackie gasp.\n\n\n“T-That’s really weird!”\n\n\nThe sensation stopped. “Is it bad?”\n\n\n“Not… exactly.” Jackie shifted, rubbing at the skin around the patches where the electricity had been. “Try… try it again.”\n\n\nDespite knowing what to expect, she still squirmed in her seat, fingers clutching at the armrests as the touch creeped up her sides. She sucked in a breath as it moved to her breasts, fluctuating in intensity and sending pleasure coursing through her. “F-Fuck…”\n\n\n“Is that a good ‘fuck’?”\n\n\n“I- I don’t know…” The feeling didn’t hurt, but it was somewhat uncomfortable and incredibly strange. Jackie writhed against the electricity, her breath coming faster and her heart beginning to pound. \"Just... keep going.\"\n\n\n“I’m going to try some different techniques. Remember, you can stop me at any time.” Paz tapped at the hidden keyboard again, and Jackie yelped as a sudden sharp pain shot through her nipples.\n\n\n“Too strong! W-Way too strong.”\n\n\n“I’m sorry. How’s this?” \n\n\nThe sensation still made her gasp, but this time it was only on the verge of being truly painful and melded into her growing arousal. She liked light pain, and this was similar to getting her nipples pinched, even if a shock wasn’t quite the same.\n\n\n“Still a bit too much, but better,” Jackie said breathlessly. “Don’t… don’t try it again quite yet. I don’t know how many I can take in a row.”\n\n\n“Understood. I’ll lower the intensity and attempt it later.” The odd, tingling touch ran from her breasts to down her sides, brushing across her stomach and moving lower to make her thighs twitch.\n\n\n“Um,” Jackie said, her voice a little higher-pitched than normal. “S-Start really gentle down there, okay?”\n\n\n“I will.” Paz met her eyes and smiled reassuringly, kissing her palm and blowing it towards the screen. Jackie took a deep breath, relaxing a little as she caught the kiss and replied with one of her own. Short of sticking an electrode to her lips, it was the best way for them to show that particular form of affection, but nothing was a good substitute for holding Paz in her arms. She would give just about anything to be able to cuddle with her lover."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shhhh! No talking in the library!
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"content": "The college students lined the school library. Some were working on paper as, some were studying, some were just waiting for rides home. The older librarian sat at her desk hard at work and vigilant as ever. But somewhere in between the romance novels and class literature, her understudy, a twenty year college student with a perky ass, and beautiful green eyes, had her leg around the waist of another student, making out with him.\n\nHer boyfriend rubbed her exposed ass while kissing her neck. He slowly pulled away from her lips to focus on kissing her neck. \n\n\"We shouldn't be doing this...\"\n\n\"Shh I'll be quick. \"\n\nHe smiled at her and she slowly smiled back. He took a look around before working his hard cock out of his sweats. She hands him a condom she had hidden in her bra and quickly puts it on. \n\nShe looks out to the quiet library again making sure no one is suspicious. She almost moans as his cock slides into her pussy. She covers her mouth and looks at him. \n\n\"Warn me next time.\"\n\n\"Sorry. \"\n\nHe starts to fuck her fast and her moans slip through her hand. She motions him to come close and he obliges. She moved her hand and moans into his ear quietly, holding back. \n\n\"Your cock feels amazing. \"\n\nHe kept at it, softly squeezing a tit with his free hand. While the couple kept at it they were completely unaware of a quiet student affictionaly nicknamed Mouse watching from the right side. \n\nShe covered her mouth with his shirt as she came. A few more thrusts and she felt the warmth of his cum fill the condom. She smiled and kissed his neck as he slowed down. \n\n\"How was it? Babe? Gina?\"\n\nShe was staring off and jumped a little. \n\n\"Sorry, it was great. \"\n\n\"Something wrong?\"\n\n\"No... now pull out already, I have to get back to work.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Walking into your last class on the first day of school, you notice that the teacher seems vaguely familiar. You brush it off at first until suddenly it dawns on you where you recognize her from: r/gonewild.
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"content": "\"Good evening class, I'm Professor Lynn. Welcome to college calculus! Throguh the semester I'll provide an airsick bag if you need, because shits gonna get stressful.\"\n\nA few students laughed but I wasn't one of them. I was too distracted. She seemed really, really familiar to me. But I couldn't put my finger on it. \n\nMaybe I saw her when I toured the campus earlier this year. Maybe I saw her just walking around town, it wasn't exactly Manhattan. Shit this gonna bug me...wait a minute...\n\nThat tattoo on her leg! Holy shit! I've seen her naked! \n\n\"Oh shit. \"\n\n\"Need help professor? \"\n \nOk your just helping her pick up papers, don't do anything stupid...oh, I can see her panties under her skirt. \n\n\"Ahem.\"\n\nShe was quiet but it still made me blush. I looked up and apologized quickly...she was smiling though. This is gonna be a rough semester...\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Real friends help each other cum."
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"content": "Brian looked out the window as his friend pulled into his aprtaments parking garage. He looks down at the cast on his arm and curses at his stupidity. \n\n\"Stop beating yourself up Brian, I've hurt myself in stupider ways.\"\n\n\"Yeah I've been there for most of them. \"\n\nBrian smiled and opened the passenger side door awkwardly with his free hand. The two started up the flight of stairs to his apartment. \n\n\"So are you gonna help shower too Jake?\"\n\n\"Shut up.\"\n\nThe two laughed as they continued up the stairs and to Brian's apartment...\n\nThe next day Brian texted Jake about how to pay him back. Jake initially turned down any compensation but Brian talked him into it...\n\n\"Dude you should've told me sooner, I totally would've let you man. \"\n\n\"No wouldn't have,\"\n\n\"Yeah I would've had at least once. This is perfect timing too since I broke my dominant arm.\"\n\nJake blushed more then he already was. He confessed that he had wanted to suck Brian's cock since seeing it accidentally during a camping trip they took for a friends birthday.\n\n\"Are you sure your willing to let me do this...\"\n\n\"Hell yeah man! Real friends help each other cum.\"\n\nJake laughed and ran his hand through his hair. He caustisouly undid Brian's jeans as his friend relaxed in the chair. \n\n\"God...\"\n\nJake whispered to himself upon seeing the bulge in Brian's boxers. He kissed the bulge as he softly rubbed Brian's balls through the fabric of his boxers. \n\nBrian was already pretty big without being hard but Jake needed him to be hard. He slowly pulled down Brian's boxers as his hard cock sprung free. \n\n\"It's so fucking perfect...sorry.\"\n\n\"It's fine dude. \"\n\nBrian's smile relaxed Jake. He slowly took a soft but firm grip of Brian's shaft and stroked him slowly. He kisses down the underside of his shaft down to his balls. \n\nHe takes Brian's balls in his mouth, sucking on them as he strokes his cock a little faster.\n\nHe took the first few inches in his mouth and kept stroking slowly as he moved his head back and forth just as slow. Jake started to suck more and more taking as much as he could without gagging. \n\nHe sucked slowly relishing the opportunity. He blushed hard when he heard Brian moan. He started to suck Brian's cock faster, occasionally rubbing his balls. \n\nJake didn't think Brian was such a moaner but it made him so horny. He kept sucking faster and faster making Brian's cock throb and pulse in his mouth. He pulled off and left his mouth open as he stroked Brian until he filled his mouth with cum.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Spooktober] A vampire goes to a Halloween party, thinking it will be easy pickings. Little does the vampire know, other vampires had the same idea.
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"content": "Allena leaned in, fangs readied. This girl wouldn’t feel a thing with the numbing effects of her bite, only a blissful tingle like the kiss on the neck it resembled. The loud party made the perfect cover for what was happening outside. It had been ridiculously easy to seduce this girl and take her where nobody could see what was happening, pressed up against a dark wall in the backyard. Her teeth broke the skin, and the girl yelped, pulling away.\n\n\n“Ow, what the...?” She stared at Allena’s fangs, seeing them glisten in the moonlight. “Hold on, you’re actually a vampire?” She rubbed at the twin holes in her neck, neither of which was bleeding.\n\n\n“Wait, are you also- goddammit, no way.” Allena tossed up her hands, stalking a few steps away. “*Ugh.* Honestly, what is my luck?”\n\n\n“I mean, we’re both dressed as vampires. That maybe should have given it away.” The girl pushed a hand through her short black hair, sighing and leaning back against the wall. “As disguises go, this isn’t one.”\n\n\n“I don’t exactly go around in an opera cloak on a night-to-night basis, do you? It’s a century out of style.”\n\n\n“You know what I mean. What else would we dress up as?” She bared her fangs in a humorless smile. “Pale skin and pointy teeth don’t get a second look like this.”\n\n\n“Yeah, yeah,” Allena said, waving her hand dismissively. “What’s your name?”\n\n\n“Evelyne. A pleasure. You?”\n\n\n“Allena. I would say nice to meet you, but I just wasted half my night with this and I’m starving.” She paced a few steps back and forth, irritated and restless. “I don’t suppose you know if there’s anyone else hunting in there?”\n\n\nEvelyne shrugged. “Tonight’s the night, as they say. Everyone’s out for easy pickings. Unfortunate that our pickings ended up being each other.”\n\n\n“You know, I *thought* you were a little too easy.” Allena sighed. “I was just hoping my charms were working better than usual.” Evelyne failed to entirely stifle a laugh, and Allena’s gaze whipped around. “What?”\n\n\n“Oh, nothing,” she said, clearly amused. \n\n\nAllena stepped closer. “Come on, just say it.”\n\n\n“It’s just… your flirting could use some work.” Evelyne hid a smile behind her hand, her red eyes sparkling with mirth.\n\n\n“I-” Allena raised her hand in objection, then dropped it, sighing heavily. “God, you’re right. No wonder I can’t get a meal.”\n\n\n“Surely you’ve had enough practice. How old are you?”\n\n\nAllena looked about twenty, slim and dark-haired and gorgeous, but she knew that wasn’t what Evelyne was asking. “Um…” She started counting on her fingers. “I was turned in seventy-six, so…”\n\n\n“Nevermind the exact number, you’re talking about decades of experience! How have you not starved to death with those kinds of pick-up lines?”\n\n\n“Well…” Allena rubbed the back of her head, a bit embarrassed. “I went after men, basically. They’re a lot simpler. When you look like me, just find a guy who’s drunk and horny, flash your tits, and you’ve got all you can drink. It wasn’t until I was at what turned out to be a lesbian bar a while ago and had a woman hit on me that I tried female blood.” She got a little dreamy-eyed, her tongue darting out to swipe her lips. “It’s so much better. Just... delicious.”\n\n\nEvelyne stared at her. “You do know it’s exactly the same, right? Men and women can have transfusions from each other.”\n\n\nAllena snapped out of her daze. “What, really?”\n\n\n“Yes.”\n\n\n“Oh.” Allena paused. “Well, maybe it’s not the blood itself, but something about the- the...” She waved her hands aimlessly, trying to think of the right word, and gave up after a few moments. “Hell, I don’t know what, but I like it so much more.”\n\n\nEvelyne shrugged. “I can’t say I’ve ever noticed a difference, but there’s no accounting for personal taste.”\n\n\n“Anyway.” Allena shook her head, trying to regain her train of thought. “I’ve only started trying to sweet-talk the ladies these past couple months. So yeah, I’m not the best.”\n\n\nEvelyne considered something, then smiled, sharp teeth gleaming in the darkness. “You know, I’ve had plenty of experience with both sexes. I could show you a few things.”\n\n\n“You mean like… team hunting?” Allena asked, surprised.\n\n\n“Wingmanning. Or womanning, in our case.”\n\n\n“It’s been a while,” Allena said, scratching her head. “It’s kind of hard to find a friend that wants to cooperate, and most strangers are too paranoid.”\n\n\nEvelyne shrugged again. “I feel a little bad about denying you your meal, and I’m hungry as well. You seem reliable enough. We can find someone together.”\n\n\n“Some*one*...? You don’t drink to kill, do you?” Allena asked, a hint of worry in her voice.\n\n\nEvelyne shook her head. “A person waking up dizzy and confused is a lot easier to explain than a corpse.”\n\n\n“Alright,” Allena said with relief, then groaned. “Aww, I hate sharing like that, though. There’s never enough for both of us *and* the human.”\n\n\n“The night’s still young,” Evelyne said, grinning. “I’ll bet you I can catch two before sunup.”\n\n\nAllena’s eyebrows raised. “Ooh, alright then. If you’re that cocky I can’t wait to see you in action.”\n\n\nEvelyne gestured to the house, her eyes bright. “After you.”\n\n\n---------\n\n\nThis started as an idea for one line of dialogue and kind of turned into a conversation. I enjoyed writing it, hopefully it's entertaining to read as well. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In a world where public nudity and sex with strangers is considered normal, a woman shows up to her company holiday party dressed as a 'prude' - But she's having trouble playing the part.
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"content": "Thought of this fun little scenario for the prompt. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!\n\n\n***\n\n\n\"Oh my God, what are you wearing Emma!?\"\n\n\n\"I'm dressed as a 'prude'! Don't I look hilarious, Amanda?\"\n\n\n\"Where did you even get clothing? I didn't know there were any stores that sold them.\"\n\n\n\"I did some research on these 'prudist' groups and apparently they *make* their clothing out of, like, the fabric we use for sheets and curtains and stuff like that. So I just bought some cheap stuff and then tried to mimic the pictures online.\"\n\n\n\"That's so weird. And it looks so uncomfortable. Are you ok?\"\n\n\n\"It's not too bad so far, just kind of itchy. But with this costume I'm going to win the contest for sure.\"\n\n\n\"I don't know, Emma. You know how strict they are. You have to stay in character for the whole night. And everyone knows those prudes don't have sex or anything.\"\n\n\n\"I'm winning that bonus, Amanda. I'm sure I can survive being a prude for one night.\n\n\n***\n\n\n\"Isn't tonight so fun?\"\n\n\n\"Yeah...umm, Emma, what happened to your costume?\"\n\n\n\"My costume? Oh fuck me! I was getting hot and I must have slipped out of it without thinking.\"\n\n\n\"You're never going to win this contest.\"\n\n\n\"Shut up, Amanda, and help me find my clothing!\"\n\n\n\"What does it look like?\"\n\n\n\"I don't know... Kind of like a pile of black sheets I guess?\"\n\n\n\"Well, come on, let's see if we can find it.\"\n\n\n\"Thank you so much! And keep a look out for any of the judges.\"\n\n\n***\n\n\n\"Unnngghhh, yes, mmmm, fuck yes... give it to me so hard.\"\n\n\n\"Emma! I knew you couldn't last all night!\n\n\n\"Ohhhhhh, fuck you feel so big...unghhh. What are you talking about Amanda?\"\n\n\n\"Did you not do any research, Emma? Prudes don't have sex, especially not sex in public.\"\n\n\n\"I'm not....ooooh fuck yes baby unghhhh... I'm not having sex in public.\"\n\n\n\"Emma, I'm watching you and Steve from Marketing do it right now.\"\n\n\n\"We're...oh God right there... not having sex. This is just anal... It doesn't count.\"\n\n\n\"Oh my God, Emma, hahaha. Of course it counts. Prudes think anal is even *worse* than regular sex.\"\n\n\n\"Fuckkkkkkk... Really? Shit, fine. Sorry Steve, I really want that bonus.\"\n\n\n\"But...but... We were so close.\"\n\n\n\"Don't look at me, Emma... I'm not finishing up your dirty work.\"\n\n\n\"Hmmm, oh look, there's Sasha. Come on Steve... I'll introduce you and then I'm sure she'll be down for some fun. She's even wearing succubus horns and tail, so you know she's DTF.\"\n\n\n***\n\n\n\"Mmmm, you like it when I ride you baby?\"\n\n\n\"Seriously, Emma, again!?\"\n\n\n\"Come on, Amanda... I'm not doing anything risque.\"\n\n\n\"You're giving Bobby from Accounting a lap dance. You pulled your top down and his face is buried in your tits.\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, he's doing the most amazing thing with his..oooh..his tongue!\"\n\n\n\"If you really want that bonus you better climb off him right now and put your clothes back on before one of the judges sees you. You know a prude would never show off her tits in public.\"\n\n\n\"Ugh, I guess you're right. God, being a prude is so boring. What on Earth do they do for fun?\"\n\n\n\"Another time, Emma?\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, sure, Bobby. Just call me in for a question on my expense report on Monday like usual. Thank god I'll be back to normal by then... And hopefully richer from that bonus.\n\n\n***\n\n\n\"Mmmphlmph...slrphllrl...gakkkk!\"\n\n\n\"Emma! Come on, you're so close!\"\n\n\n\"Mmmphlmph...hold on cutie. What now, Amanda? I'm kind of in the middle of something.\"\n\n\n\"Yeah, I can see that and so can everyone else! Emma, do you want to win that bonus or not?\"\n\n\n\"Mmphrphm...gakkkkk...slrpl! Of course I do, Amanda, but what's the issue now? I'm fully clothed and I'm not having sex.\"\n\n\n\"Emma! Prudes consider oral sex to be inappropriate too! That's why they call it oral **sex**!\"\n\n\n\"Come on! You have got to be kidding me! Can I at least jack him off? They can't have a problem with handjobs.\"\n\n\n\"No! No anal, no vanilla, no oral, no handjobs or fingering, no public nudity, and before you ask...no making out, no masturbating, literally nothing remotely sexual.\"\n\n\n\"Ugh...this is the fucking worst. How much longer until they announce the winner?\"\n\n\n\"Just another half an hour. You can make it.\"\n\n\n\"I guess... See you later Kevin. I'll make it up to you, I promise.\"\n\n\n\"Ok, Emma...as long as I get to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours soon.\"\n\n\n\"Mmm, yeah baby...love the feeling of your big, thick, throbbing cock stretching my lips as you...\"\n\n\n\"Emma!\"\n\n\n\"Fine, ok... Let's go.\"\n\n\n***\n\n\n\"And the winner is...Emma Smith from the IT department for her unique and creative costume as a 'prude'. Come up and get your trophy, Emma, as well as your extra holiday bonus check.\"\n\n\n\"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! This is so exciting! I can't believe I won! Thank you so much!\"\n\n\n\"Congratulations! Now I hope everyone enjoys the rest of the party.\"\n\n\n\"Have you seen Amanda? I want to show her my trophy since she helped me stay in character all night.\"\n\n\n\"I think I saw her heading towards the back, maybe near the couches.\"\n\n\n\"Thanks!\"\n\n\n***\n\n\nEmma wandered towards the back of the party until she saw a flash of her friend's blonde hair.\n\nShe found Amanda riding Bobby's lap on the couch, his cock plunging in and out of her wet pussy. Steve was standing behind her with his cock buried in her tight ass, groaning as his hips slapped into hers. Amanda's moans were muffled around Kevin's cock as he shoved it between her lips over Bobby's shoulder.\n\n\nEmma laughed as she watched her friend get stuffed in all three holes by their coworkers.\n\n\n\"You little slut. I guess you deserve it after pulling me off their dicks all night so I could win the contest. I should have guessed from your costume...gangbang participant?\"\n\n\nAmanda nodded, not taking her mouth off of Kevin's cock.\n\n\n\"You're so unoriginal, but I guess it's a classic for a reason.\"\n\n\nEmma stripped off her itchy clothes, reveling in the feeling of being naked again.\n\n\n\"In the interest of helping you with your costume the way you helped me with mine... Is there room on that couch for one more?\"\n\n\n***Fin***"
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"content": "**The Paladin**\n\n\nContains: somewhat dubious consent.\n\n\n------\n\n\nThe door creaked open slowly, and Lena peered inside cautiously, finding nothing more than dusty furnishings. She stepped back, about to leave, and saw a flicker of movement from inside. She forced her way past the door, readying her greatsword. The old floorboards groaned under her feet, protesting under the weight of her platemail, and she waited, scanning the room. The ancient canopy over the bed fluttered, replicating the movement she saw, and she sighed, lowering her weapon. She found a chair that seemed sturdy enough to hold her and sat down, laying her sword across her knees with a sigh. *I can’t believe they all just ran off like that. In different directions, too. You’d think it was their first time doing something like this. Zahmou give me strength.* She undid her helmet and set it in her lap, taking a breath of fresh air and pushing a hand through her short black hair. *I’d better find Nadia at least. No telling what she’s gotten herself into. The others can take care of themselves.* She examined the room as she took a brief rest, finding the furnishings decades out of date but still perfectly intact under a layer of dust, seemingly forgotten in time.\n\n\nSlow horror dawned inside her as she stared at the windows. They were all firmly shut. She felt no breeze. And yet the cloth fluttered again.\n\n\nLena stood up sharply, her helmet clattering to the ground, and the door slammed shut. She looked around wildly, searching for enemies, and found nothing but dust swirling through the moonbeams. Carefully, she stepped over to the door and tried the handle, but it refused to budge. She slammed the hilt of her greatsword against the metal and grunted as the force was entirely reflected, sending her arms back over her head and throwing her off-balance. She stumbled backwards a few steps, a low curse escaping her. Her hands stung with the rebound, and she glanced around the room, trying to find another way out.\n\n\nA light touch tickled across the back of her neck, and she spun around, seeing only empty air. Her heart pounding, she backed into the corner of the room, holding the greatsword at the ready.\n\n\nInstead of the junction of the walls, she bumped into something soft and yielding. She turned again, raising the sword but finding nothing to swing at. She waved a hand through the space, intensely unnerved. She definitely touched something. It just seemed to disappear after she did.\n\n\nLena felt a soft, warm pressure against her lips, and she froze, her eyes wide. It was unmistakably a kiss, but whatever was doing it was invisible. After a moment of shock, she thrust her hand in front of her, and the touch vanished, a soft giggle coming from the darkness.\n\n\n“What are you?” Lena called out, looking uselessly around the room.\n\n\n*We’re lonely…* two separate breathy voices whispered in her ears, planting kisses on the sides of her head and laughing as Lena turned in circles.\n\n\n“Who are you?” the paladin asked, trying to ignore the heat rising to her face.\n\n\n*So lonely… Play with us...* they murmured from the darkness.\n\n\nLena paused, trying to think. “I… I have to help my friend. Open the door.\"\n\n\n*Be our friend… help* us*…* Lena felt a touch over her grip on the sword, almost like they were trying to hold her hands. She felt a little bad for these things - ghosts, were they? - but hardened her heart against the pleading.\n\n\n“She’s alone, too. She needs me. Let me go help her.”\n\n\n*Alone,* the voices sighed together. *Lonely, lonely girl… Where’s your hat, lonely girl?*\n\n\nLena stiffened. Nadia had insisted on wearing her most ridiculous pointy wizard hat when they came here, saying it was in style, and had lost it in the mad scramble that had separated the party. “You've seen her?”\n\n\n*So scared… so alone…* Invisible hands cupped Lena’s cheeks, and she jerked away, taking a step back.\n\n\n“Where is she? Is she hurt?”\n\n\n*Hiding in a closet… she can’t remember the words, so she sings the song…*\n\n\nLena sucked in a sharp breath. Nadia memorized her incantations by matching them to the tune of a song, and she sang it if she couldn’t recall how they went. Now she was convinced that these ghosts knew where her friend was, but the matter of getting to her was going to be much trickier. “I want to find her. Please, can you lead me to her?”\n\n\n*Hmm…* the voices hummed in harmony. *Play with us… then we’ll find her…*\n\n\n“By play with you, you mean…” Warm lips pressed against the back of her neck and met her own, and she swallowed heavily, forcing herself to stay still.\n\n\n*Play with us…*\n\n\nLena hesitated. If she had to, she could probably find a way out of this room, with or without the help of these things. It would be a nightmare trying to track down Nadia, though, especially if she had hidden herself somewhere. The thought of getting some supernatural assistance - not to mention the sweet kisses against her neck - was starting to win past her reluctance. It wouldn't be... bad, to 'play.' And she was doing it to help her friend..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: everything you say is true even if it’s not
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"content": "“I want to make sweet sex with you.” You said, holding up something that was obscured in the knight.\n\n“So that’s what this whole thing was?” she asked. “A set up?”\n\nHer arms were tied above her head. Her breasts were bountiful and exposed. The pubic hair between her legs was perfectly trimmed in a triangle. Only a thin shirt hung from her shoulders, and it was torn.\n\n“I saved you.”\n\n“Those girls never would have done this if it weren’t for you. This device you crafted for the school play was all your doing. The only reason you built it was for your own personal gain.”\n\n“You’re wrong,” you said. \n\n“The writing prompt states that everything you say is true.” The woman motioned her long, silky black hair above herself, as if the writing prompt were hanging above the situation. \n\n“I mean you’re right.”\n\n“So this was a set up!” The woman with heaving cleavage had a look of usurping your deduction. Yet still aware of the promiscuous situation she was in.\n\nSeeing no reason to lie, you admit your plan and all of your powers, like any great anime, “I did. The contraption was built for the school play, but in my mind I only thought about using it on you. But not against you, to save you. In the most erotic way possible. After it’s construction I started to make those girl bullies jealous. I wrote massive amounts of underground erotica to get the boys talking. Using anonymous social networks, made it relatively easy. Then I talked with the girls about a torture fantasy with you having your hands tied up.”\n\nThe woman had red smearing her face, as your eyes crawled up and down her body. “Once I drove them to insanity, I just had to be ready for when they made their move.”\n\nThe bullies had ripped off the teacher’s shirt and the rest of her clothes by the time you walked in and saved the day. Screaming, throwing around threats, telling them that to avoid expulsion, they’d have to leave and say nothing to no one.\n\nThe woman was eying you. “Well, are you going to take me?”\n\nYou rip off your shirt with a surge of adrenaline and stick your tongue in her mouth. Your hands immediately reach down and massage her ass, as her legs wrap around your waist. \n\n“You taste like bubblegum tooth paste.” You stare in her eyes as she stares back.\n\n“But I didn’t brush my teeth this morning.”\n\n“I know, that’s why I said it.”\n\nBoth tongues engage in a battle for supremacy of this particularly small area of space, big mouths locked together, as you penetrate her and she immediately orgasms onto you.\n\n“This is practice for the school play.” As you stand behind her, as you both reenact a scene that is meant to be performed behind curtains and paper mache walls: in front of the students and their parents.\n\nThe woman’s ass cheeks slapped against your stomach as you talked out loud in some frivolous pursuit of maintaining your sexual integrity.\n\n“But there’s going to be... OH MY FUCKING GOOD A MOTHERFUCKING PROBLEM” \n\nAs the entirety of your day squirted against the walls of this woman’s vagina, a diamond coherency hit you.\n\nAnd so you voiced it out loud.\n\n“We will practice every day before the school play. Then, just a day before, you will fall sick from a rampant virus.”\n\n“What?!” The woman threw her wet hair into your face, her butt still pressed to your stomach. “This is the role of my dreams!”\n\n“The special ed teacher will take your place. All the other teachers will be forced to act in the most physical play ever performed in high school. Because all the girl students will be sick.”\n\n“You fucking dick.”\n\n“You will forget and practice with me some more.”\n\nBut the last bell rang. \n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [Incest] Mom/son scenes
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"content": "Mom sits her son down to have a chat with him about what she found on his computer.\n\nMom loses her top at the beach.\n\nA horny demon possesses either the mom or son and fucks the other.\n\nNightcrawler and Mystique have sex where he teleports them to different places while she transforms into different women.\n\nMom works in a bakery where her son helps out with a big order. After rubbing up against each other and a mishap with toppings leads to them on the table together.\n\nMom and son go get snowed in at a cabin and have to keep each other warm by the fire."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Skirt Stays On
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"content": "Jean had recently got promoted. Her husband had the day off so they arranged to meet for lunch in her new office. \n\n\"A twenty piece McNuggets for two?\"\n\n\"Wow what a lucky woman I am.\n\n\"Only the finest for you my love.\"\n\nThe two enjoyed their time alone. Work had kept them pretty busy recently. She was constantly on call with brides to be, he was running to a meeting. It was stressful but they had each other. \n\n\"Man that view is gorgeous.\"\n\nHe said looking out Jeans window. Jean turned her head and smiled.\n\n\"I know. The city's gorgeous from up here.\"\n\n\"I was talking about you.\"\n\nJean rolled her eyes and smiled, turning back to him.\n\n\"Dork.\"\n\n\"You're welcome...you know you got promoted last week and we haven't had a chance to celebrate yet...\"\n\n\"Babe it's my first day in this office.\"\n\n\"We've done it in all your other offices. \"\n\nShe sighed but smiled.\n\n\"Fine. Just be quick and my skirt stays on.\n\n\"Will do my dear.\"\n\nShe stood up and he walked around behind her. He gently bent her over the desk and slid her panties down. He slid his cock out and into her pussy. He blushed not expecting her to be wet.\n\n\"Man I didn't know McDonalds turned you on.\"\n\nShe facepalmed and laughed. \n\n\"Just fuck me you dork.\"\n\nHe slapped her ass and began to fuck her quick. She moaned louder and louder, hiding them in her shirt sleeve. She came, closing her eyes.\n\n\"I'm so sorry!\"\n\nThe door slammed and her eyes shot open. She looked back at her husband, his face beet red. They smiled at each other and slowly started to laugh. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The latest approach to comprehensive sex education is...
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"content": "Common Core Standards for Sexual Education: \n\n\nCCSS.SE-LITERACY.11-12.1 \nCite specific conversational evidence to support analysis of pre-sexual consent, attending to important descriptions author makes, and to any gaps or inconsistencies in the account. \n\n\nCCSS.SE-LITERACY.11-12.2 \nDetermine the central idea or conclusion of an erotic encounter; summarize complex desires, instructions, or limits presented by a partner by paraphrasing them in simpler but still accurate terms. \n\n\nCCSS.SE-LITERACY.11-12.3 \nFollow precisely a complex multistep procedure when carrying out sexual experimentation with a partner, taking measurements of their arousal or performing sexual tasks upon them; analyze results of actions based on measurements and explanations by the partner. \n\n\nCCSS.SE-RST.11-12.4 \nDetermine the meaning of innuendo, key exclamations, and other domain-specific vocalizations and phrases as they are used in a specific sexual context relevant to *grades 11-12 sexual education texts and topics*. \n\n\nCCSS.SE-RST.11-12.5 \nAnalyze how one's partner structures pain or pleasure into categories or hierarchies, demonstrating understanding of the sensation being given. \n\n \nCCSS.SE-RST.11-12.6 \nAnalyze one's partner's purpose in providing an explanation, describing a desired sensation, or discussing an experience in a text, identifying important relational issues that remain unresolved. \n\n\nCCSS.SE-RST.11-12.7 \nIntegrate and evaluate multiple sources of information presented in diverse formats and media (e.g., quantitative data, video, multimedia) in order to address a sexual question or solve a sexual problem. \n\n\nCCSS.SE-RST.11-12.8 \nSynthesize information from a range of sources (e.g., erotic texts, personal experiences, virtual reality simulations) into a coherent understanding of one's own sexuality and sexual preferences, resolving conflicting information when possible."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A student gets her wish of experiencing the submissive lifestyle fulfilled when a hacker gains access to her remote controlled vibrating clit ring.
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"content": "*ding* Ginger looked down at her phone and narrowed her eyes. \"Sit up straight or I go full speed.\" The text ordered. She adjusted her posture accordingly and looked suspiciously around the coffee shop. \n\n\"Large Peppermint Mocha for Slut?\" The barista called with a giggle. She thanked her luck she lived in a liberal college town and stood. She took the coffee and carefully walked back to her table. To her surprise she'd been joined by an adorable blond woman in a smart looking purple coat. \n\n\"Do I know you?\" She asked. The woman gave a predatory smirk and set her phone on the table, displaying a nude photo of Ginger with \"pet\" written across her breasts. Ginger flinched and sat, looking around nervously to make sure no one else had seen the photo. \"It's you\" she hissed. The woman made a small noise of acknowledgment and picked up the phone. \n\n\"You may call me Miss Kara in public.\" The woman smiled, tapping her screen and activating the rings in Ginger's nipples. They gave a small buzz, most of which was muffled by her bra. \"Now, as fun as it's been controlling your life from afar, I'm getting bored. You told me once you wanted me to own you. But all you've done since I took the necessary steps to make that a reality is complain. Do you want this? Or not?\" She asked casually, taking the coffee and sipping it. Ginger was stunned, and sputtered for a moment. \n\n\"You hack me. Blackmail me. Make me get my nipples and tongue pierced. And that's supposed to make me happy?\" She snapped. If she'd expected embarrassment or remorse she didn't get it. The woman never faltered from her cool disinterested demeanor. \n\n\"You are my property. It was my right to handle you how I wished. You consented to it weeks before I did this, don't forget that.. And don't lie. Lie to your friends about your piercings, like to your family about your sexuality, but don't lie to yourself that you've loved every second of being my remote control slut. So, you can either say thank you mistress, kiss my fucking ring, and apologize for your behavior by serving me in that bathroom, or I can disconnect my phone from your sad little attempt at a rebellious stage and walk out of here. Leave you to your sad little existence of shitty BDSM erotica and online wanna be doms. Answer quickly slut I've got no patience fo....\" Before the woman could even finish her ultimatum Ginger had broken down. Tears welling in her eyes she took Miss Kara's hand in her own and desperately kissed the large ring on her index finger. \n\n\"I'm sorry... I'll be good.\" She muttered desperately. Miss Kara's omnipresent smirk lit up, and she stood from the table. \n\n\"That my sweet slut has yet to be seen. But even if you're not, you can be taught.\" She picked up her phone and turned on Ginger's clit ring. The three piercings vibrating in Unison had Ginger panting slightly. Between the mental arousal of declaring her submission, and her body's response to Miss Kara's technological witchcraft, she was in a lusty haze. \"Now, come and show me my prize.\" Miss Kara grinned gesturing toward the family restroom at the back of the store. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] After living with them for all of your life - all that you remember - you discover that your Mom and Dad are advanced AI, part of an extended study of human behavior, growth, and development. Surprising, really, that you've never broken their host Lab's base algorithms. Not yet, anyway.
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"content": "\"Wally, are you hungry?\"\n\nAt a young age, Walter had become aware of the dichotomous forms of address. Mom (always \"Mom\") used an affectionate \"Wally\". Father (always \"Father\") used a more formal \"Walter\". These two poles sharpened the distinction between the kinds of questions they would ask. The two existed in symbiosis - two hands of the same organism pulling toward a common goal. It placed Walter at an unusual pinnacle of an unusual pyramid, given that the two never addressed one another directly, but from his singular vantage point, he had no other point of reference by which to gauge it as strange. There were no other children with whom he could compare notes.\n\n\"No thanks, Mom.\" Walter looked up from his tablet, breaking stride on the homework problem. Mom stood at the threshold of his bedroom, tray in her hands. Though she made every effort to nurture, she seemed distant. Foreign. Withdrawn to a degree that was harder to perceive with Father. If he rejected the afternoon snack she offered, it elicited no visible response. On the other hand, if he failed to delivery his daily lessons to Father on time, he would be left with a hollow, ringing sense of disappointment.\n\nHe paused before turning back to his task, processing a thought. She detected this - and Walter couldn't help but wonder if the slight inclination of her head toward her shoulder was an affection for his benefit.\n\n\"Is something wrong, Wally?\" It was the apron she wore over her dress. In theory, Wally understood the garment's function. It was intended to deflect spills or splatters in the kitchen - to shield the dress beneath. To the best of his recollection, it had never served that purpose. It was as much a prop as the pearl necklace and earrings. \n\n---\n\nLong experience had taught him not to point out these discrepancies. He couldn't help but catalog them. When they occurred with Mom, they were easily dismissed as fundamental differences between genders - *that's just the way girls are* was an easy explanation. With Father, the gap to be bridged seemed like it should be narrower - though he never found a way to close it.\n\nFour years ago, Walter had started shaving. He'd received a demonstration at Father's elbow, both of them regarding themselves in the master bathroom's mirror, faces flecked with foam. \"It's important to stay clean shaven, Walter. Respirators can't seal properly to your face if you have facial hair.\"\n\nWhen Walter had attempted to mimic Father's long, sure strokes with the razor he had inevitably knicked himself under the chin. The long, thin trickle of blood that had welled and spilled down his neck had left them both paralyzed; Walter, because he had failed at a simple task. The reason for Father's flinty silence was more difficult to judge. Disappointment? Concern? Shock? He stood stock still. After what seemed like minutes, Father stirred and broke the silent stalemate. \"Let's get that patched up, Walter,\" he had said, feathering a corner of torn toilet paper over the graze until it adhered. \n\n\"Do you ever bleed, Father?\" Walter had never seen it happen. There were no stray whisker trimmings hiding around the drain of the sink. The model Walter aspired to never sweat or stank or belched.\n\nFather's eyes grew distant again, as though he were scanning for the correct answer. The one he arrived at was wholly unequal to the task of bedding down Walter's curiousity, \"No, Walter. I'll explain when you are older.\"\n\n---\n\n\"Nothing's wrong, Mom.\" The verbal pitch of Walter's denial tried to ablate any sullenness. No matter how hard he tried, he never managed to squeeze the last dregs of emotion from his voice before it manifested.\n\nShe read him like a book. Mechanically, she stepped into the bedroom and sat her tray on the bedside table. There was a moment's pause where she looked in his direction, but not at him - rather through him, like she were listening to a distant transmission only she could hear. Then, in a tone he was more accustomed to hearing from Father, she stated flatly, \"Come with me Wally. It's time your father and I explained some things to you.\"\n\n[..to be continued..]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] “Come on girls... that’s the 3rd top this week!”
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"content": "Part 1\n\nThe boat ride from Portland was especially choppy, even for this time of year. The cold waters around Maine sprayed over the bow but Hannah didn't mind. She enjoyed the salty sea breeze wash over her face, as if it was scrubbing it clean. She wanted a clean start, and working as the sole winter caretaker of the Edgarton Retreat felt like the best way to put her marriage behind her.\n\nHannah and Troy fell in love early, when neither knew what they wanted in life, but also couldn't conceive of a life outside of their small town. When the jobs and then people started to leave, Troy found good work in Boston. Then he found a good mistress. She was everything that Hannah was not. Where Hannah was thin, short, and perfectly comfortable spending the whole weekend indoors, Beatrix was a tall, buxom, and boisterous expatriate from Holland. \n\n*I hate two types of people*, recalled Hannah. *People who are intolerant of other people, and the Dutch.*\n\nEdgarton Island appeared over the horizon. She could make out the main hall, with its bell tower separating the 2 single-story wings. They were built at a slight angle, giving incoming visitors the impression that the house was greeting them with a hug. \n\nIt was a 10 minute walk from the dock to the main house. The building was over a hundred years old, first providing solace for Quakers seeking closeness to God. But now it was a destination wedding location in the summer, or hosted the occasional meditation weekend. Smaller cottages dotted the property but they had been winterized already and did not require any maintenance, save for ensuring they did not wash away into the sea. Hannah retrieved the key from her bag and entered through the double doors. The caretaker manual was placed on the reception desk, along side a neatly folded stack of linens and blankets. Although this building could host 300 sleepers, the other linens were already washed and put away for the season. \n\nShe could pick any room but she decided to take residence on the 2nd floor, with an Eastern view of the Atlantic. During subsequent weeks, she dusted the rooms and opened the windows to air out the spaces. The rest of her day was spent walking around the island. One day, Hannah looked out her window and spotted something in the water, something she hadn't seen before: a red headed woman treading water in the ocean. The water must have been close to freezing, and she would not be able to tread longer. Hannah ran to the boat house and unmoored the dory. Hannah approached the woman, hollering, \"I'm coming for you! Don't worry! I'm almost there!\" \n\nRemarkably, the woman was still treading water. As Hannah closed the distance between them, she could make out more details of the maiden in the water. Her red hair had obscured her blue-grey skin and cuts along her neck. Worried that she was injured, Hannah approached faster. Hannah dove into the chilly water to attach the floatation device and pull her in. That's when she noticed the dorsal fin, and the gills.\n\nHannah struggled to turn back and swim to the boat, splashing through waves that seemed to pull her away from the dory. The disturbance in the water awakened the maiden, who now looked at Hannah with sapphire-blue eyes. The maiden disappeared under the water and resurfaced ahead of Hannah. The maiden's face was smooth, only two small nostrils broke the surface: it projected beauty and calm. Hannah didn't know what to do but was losing strength as the cold water pulled heat away from her body. \n\nThe maiden raised a fin-like finger over her mouth and said, *Sssshhh*. She smiled, then slowly floated towards Hannah. \"You should not be here, human.\""
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"content": "My uncle Keith was a bit of an odd duck. \n\n​\n\nQuite charming, personable and funny enough to talk to, but with an unmistakable sleazy aura around him. The fact he was a bit of a pervert was just apparent, and despite his social graces in other ways, he couldn't conceal this side of him. His reputation around the extended family... wasn't great. \n\n​\n\nThere were rumours, rumours I'd rather not go too deep into, but the way he'd look at the younger girls in our family, his own nieces, was pretty unsettling. Hell he even made me \"wrestle\" him in my underpants when I was a very young boy, \"the hulkster doesn't wear basketball shorts Greg, he wears his underpants\" he'd assure me. Keep in mind he was about 23 and I was maybe 7 at the time. He always liked to play with his nieces and nephews well into his adulthood, and to be fair we kind of wanted to play with him, he was like a child and had a really great collection of comic books and toys. Why our parents let us play with him? Well, great question. Fortunately nothing really bad ever happened, not with me. This isn't a tale about my uncle fucking me, I just want you to understand he was a bit ... off.\n\n​\n\nHe was the youngest of a very large family, 9 sisters in total, he was the only boy and my grandmother treated him like a precious golden calf, probably why he stayed living with her deep into his 30s. Grandma died when he was 40, he took it pretty hard, but on the plus side it kind of forced him to spread his wings and grow up a bit. First thing he started doing was travelling. \n\n​\n\nNow the cynic in me immediately assumed he had become a sex tourist, and I'd smirk to myself when I'd hear my aunties proudly talk about how Keith had \"really turned himself around, he's been everywhere, he's teaching english as a second language in schools ... really got his life together now\". \n\n​\n\n\"Oh?\" I quizzed, trying my hardest to conceal my bemusement, \"where's he been travelling to?\" \n\n​\n\n\"Thailand, cambodia, romania, kenya, dominican republic\" aunt Rose bragged. \n\n​\n\n\"yeah... ok...\" I chuckled.\n\n​\n\n\"he's going to mars in 2081\"\n\n​\n\n\"Ahh... what?\" \n\n​\n\nNow people had been travelling to Mars for over 20 years, but Keith? How? Why? \n\n​\n\n\"yeah apparently he got a job, he won't say much about it, maybe he's gonna work in the mines\"\n\n​\n\n\"pfft! HA!\" I barked, no longer willing to humour such nonsense, \"Keith? That chubby nerd in the nobium mines? You'll believe anything rose\" \n\n​\n\n\"I'm telling you, he's going\" \n\n​\n\nChristmas eve, 2079, I see Keith for the first time in what must be 5 or 6 years at a big family gathering. I'd heard the absurd mars rumour more than once since that day I was chatting to Rose about a year ago, but I still just absolutely couldn't believe it. \n\n​\n\n\"Keith! How's it going?!\", I slapped my uncle on the shoulder. I'd had a few egg nogs, or maybe it was suntori whiskeys, by then. \n\n​\n\n\"Greg\" Keith seemed considerably less festive. \n\n​\n\n\"what's this I hear about you going to mars?\" I laughed in his face, still genuinely believing it couldn't even be remotely true. \n\n​\n\n\"yeah it's a great opportunity\" \n\n​\n\n\"what? The fuck?\" I shrugged and looked around at each person in the conversation circle, pleading with my confused face for someone to acknowledge how crazy this was. \n\n​\n\n\"it's the 21st century Greg, people can go to mars now\" Keith laughed around the circle, as if to uphold his side of the argument. \n\n​\n\nMaybe no one wanted to insult keith, because no one was willing to act like it was crazy that he would be able to go to mars. In fact they seemed to want out of the interaction, which I think was a relief to Keith as he pulled me aside. \n\n​\n\n\"Come with me, I wanna show you something\" \n\n​\n\nKeith lead me outside, the fresh air made me realise how tipsy I was. \n\n​\n\n\"ah shit... got a bit of a head spin... where are we going?\" \n\n​\n\n\"just getting a tablet from my car\" \n\n​\n\n\"tablet? What is this 2020?\" I joked.\n\n​\n\n\"yeah just getting my ipad\" Keith riffed back sarcastically, \"Nah it's an inter planetary holopro\"\n\n​\n\n\"Shit... big spender\"\n\n​\n\n\"what I'm about to show you isn't available to the public, not yet... it's gonna blow your mind\" \n\n​\n\ncontinued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The revenge of the secretary
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"content": "I stepped into my boss' office and found him in the same position as always: Legs on his desk, keyboard in his lap, and his eyes glued to the computer monitor despite me clearing my throat. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and lightly knocked against the open door.\n\n\"Mr. Braxton? I have those papers you w-\"\n\n\"Just leave them on my desk, kid,\" He said without taking his eyes off the screen. \"I'll get to 'em when I can.\"\n\nMy eye twitched at that patronizing little nickname he gave me. I desperately wanted to call him out on it, but I figured I'd best keep my mouth shut like I had since my first day working here. Besides, I was about to get some much-deserved revenge - there was no sense rushing things.\n\nI put on my happy face and offered a soft \"'kay,\" as my high heels clicked over to his desk. I had usually worn flats to work, but I figured heels would make me seem more intimidating. I didn't really *need* to seem that way - I was taller, stronger, and younger than him - but wearing these heels, letting my long brown hair down out of its usual bun, and wearing this sexy outfit that showed off my bust made me feel so powerful.\n\nI placed the folder on his desk and stood there with that same stupid smile, waiting patiently for him to actually acknowledge me. He continued surfing Reddit (Of course he couldn't be bothered to do any actual work) and then furrowed his brow.\n\n\"Hun, I said I'd get to it when I got to it. You can go now.\" He said, annoyed. \n\nI was annoyed, too. In fact, I was fucking livid. I had had enough of being treated like shit. Today was the day that I was going to put an end to it.\n\n\"Oh, right sorry. Stupid me, am I right?\" I laughed as I left him alone and headed for the doorway. I reached under my skirt to ensure that *it* was still in place, and, feeling satisfied that it was secure, I closed the office door and locked it.\n\nQuincy Braxton finally looked up from his computer, but only to give me a questioning look.\n\n\"Oh, Mr. Braxton,\" I said before he could ask me what the hell I was doing. \"I really think that you should have a look at some of those papers. I think accounting might have screwed something up.\"\n\nMy boss rolled his eyes at my dramatics and opened up the folder. I was practically giggling as his eyes passed over what was written on those papers. What he had expected to be the monthly expense reports were in fact logs of his office computer's browsing history. Most of it was your usual business stuff, but there was also a lot of porn - specifically femdom and BDSM stuff. \n\nI knew that Mr. Braxton had always been an asshole, but I was still surprised that he seemed to enjoy watching porn that had things being put *into* it.\n\n\"Lisa,\" He looked at me with a face that was a mixture of anger and fear. \"What the fuck is this?\"\n\nI crossed my arms and cocked my ass sassily to the side. \"Your search history, Butt_hole_surfer71.\"\n\nHis face flushed and I grinned as I watched his throat twitch from a gulp. That username alone was pretty funny, but watching this loser almost piss himself at its mere utterance was hilarious. I tried to hold it back and keep up my intimidating physique, but the laughter eventually broke the barrier and had me cackling so hard that I had to bend forward and put my hands on my knees to keep myself from toppling over.\n\nAs I did this, I heard Braxton gasp as the thing that had been hiding under my skirt was revealed in a quick flash. \n\nI straightened myself and wiped the tears from my eyes, watching as my boss stared down at my skirt nervously - as if he were expected a monster to emerge.\n\n\"Oh, I guess you saw your little present, huh?\" I asked, stepping towards his desk with the sexy runway walk that I had been practicing in front of the mirror. As I got closer, he seemed to shrink deeper into his seat. It was nice to feel our dynamic reversed for a change.\n\nI stepped around his desk and stood in front of his seat. It looked like he had been turned to stone. He didn't dare try to run away, because he knew I'd catch him - even in heels. He wasn't very in-shape, and his legs were far from runners.\n\nI got closer to him, being sure to keep my crotch at eye-level and put my hands on my hips. I waited patiently for him to take the hint, but he remained as still as a statue. I sighed, \"Fine. Allow me to unwrap your gift for you.\"\n\nI quickly took off all my clothes and stood before my boss, naked except for my heels. I'm sure he's had many many disgusting sexual fantasies about me based on those lustful glances he shoots at me when he thinks I'm not looking, but I highly doubt that this scenario ever came to his mind.\n\nHe didn't give my naked body the whole up-and-down as you may expect, but rather he kept his eyes trained on one specific part of me. It wasn't my long hair, my dick-sucking lips, or even my tits. No, it was my massive, erect cock.\n\nI should probably elaborate a little. No, it wasn't a real cock. When I had been looking at his browsing history, I found that he liked to watch strapon pegging videos. I did a little research and found out that they made a pegging product that was designed to make the woman appear as if she had a legit penis - no straps required. All you had to do was ensure that it was inserted firmly into your vagina and you were good to go. They were a bit pricey, but I knew that it would make this act even more humiliating for Mr. Braxton. They even let you customize the thing to meet whatever skin tones or length you wanted. I selected a pale white to match my own and maxed out everything else. In the end, I received a huge, fat, veiny, monster of a cock in the mail, and I was going to fuck my boss' brains out with it.\n\n\"Like it?\" I asked, rubbing the tip playfully against his cheek. \"I think you should take those pants off. You know what I'm going to do with this thing.\"\n\n\"Why should I?\" Braxton asked, using whatever little confidence he had left to sound like he still had a handle on the situation. \"What's stopping me from just shouting for help?\"\n\nI had planned for that, and part of me had hoped that he would ask.\n\nI leaned close to his ear and whispered, \"I have my phone set to automatically email a copy of your browser history to the press. Only I know the password to shut it down. If you do anything that keeps me from having my fun, then,\" I giggled, covering him in goosebumps. \"Your wife is going to be in for a hell of a surprise when she reads the newspaper and finds out what a little butt slut her husband is.\"\n\n\"O-Okay, okay. I'll do it,\" He stammered as he stood and began to fumble with his belt buckle. After an awkward moment of us both standing in silence, it finally clanked to the floor, followed by his pants and underwear. \n\nHis face burned standing in front of me with his dick out. It wasn't quite that big to begin with, but having my massive cock dwarfing it had him totally humiliated. Well, not totally. There was still more to do.\n\n\n“On the ground,” I commanded with the snap of my fingers. He immediately obeyed, getting down on all fours like a dog. He stared at my heels, too embarrassed to look me in the eyes. It was no wonder women signed up to be dominatrixes. Doing this kind of thing for a living sounds like a blast!\n\nI lightly tapped his cheek with my heel. “Turn.”\n\nHe did so without protest, rotating so that his ass was right in front of me. I grinned and knelt down towards his ass, rubbing the head of my cock against his cheeks and chuckling as I watched him tremble in fear… and maybe some excitement, too? I had worried that maybe he would find this experience to be more joyful rather than punishing, and that’s were the blackmail came in. The little bit of pleasure he would receive by this would be far outmatched by the fear of being exposed.\n\n“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Quince?” I smiled as I slapped my cock menacingly against him. “By an *actual* person, I mean?”\n\n“No. Just toys,” He murmured, sounding utterly defeated.\n\n“Well, you’re going to be fucked by another one,” I slid the tip of my cock into him. ‘Seeing as you’ve only ever treated me like one.”\n\nI slid a bit further into him and began to buck my hips slightly. Braxton whimpered as he was being gently fucked. I wasn’t going to go all-in right off the bat, especially seeing as I wasn’t using any lube. I figured that he had probably fucked himself so often that tighten wasn’t that much of an issue, and also I wanted to ensure that this wasn’t *too* pleasurable for him. He had dished out plenty of emotional pain for me, and it was time for him to take it physically.\n\nI moved in a little bit deeper, speeding up just a little. I teased him about getting fucked in the ass, but he didn’t respond. I reached under him and felt around for his dick. Sure enough, my hand came into contact with a rock-hard cock.\n\n\nI decided to go all-in and begin bucking my hips like a sex-crazed animal. The sound of the plastic balls smacking against his ass made my chest swell with power, and I began to stroke his cock with the same intensity as my thrusts.\n\nI could feel him twitching in my hand, and began to really ram him good. I could hear him starting to whimper, although I wasn’t sure if it was from pain, pleasure, or humiliation. Probably all three.\n\n“Cum for me, Mr. Braxton. Show me what a good little butt slut you are.”\n\nHe did just as I said, and moaned as the floor under him was spattered with globs of cum. I put my hands on his back as I pulled myself out of him. I could feel him trembling after what had to be the best orgasm in his life.\n\nI already had my clothes back on and was towering over him before he had even caught his breath. He was still in the floor, his ass bright red. He seemed so pathetic like this, and it pleased me greatly to see him forced to feel the way he had made me so many times before. \n\nI was going to say something, but I figured he got the message loud and clear: he might still be my boss, but *I* was the one in charge from now on.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's humiliating, but how can he say no when the sex is so good?
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"content": "(*OK, I'm guilty for writing off of the title before seeing there were additional notes.*)\n\n​\n\n\"Is it that good?\"\n\n\"Even better. I can't even describe it. Mind-blowing doesn't even begin to describe it.\"\n\n\"Try.\"\n\n\"Hmm. Ok. Do you remember your first girlfriend, the one with the red Fiat? What was her na-\"\n\n\"Antoinette.\"\n\n\"Yeah, Antoinette. You remember when you came over my house all excited because you guys went to second base and it was so amazing, that first time a woman let you feel her up, that you creamed in your pants, but still you had to tell someone?\"\n\n\"Oh my god, her tits were amazing. Perfect size. Smooth and supple and oh man, they just smelled like warm spring day in the country. It felt holding two sleeping kittens. So warm, so cute and...and alive!\"\n\n\"Dude, you're getting a stiffy from just thinking about it.\"\n\n\"I was an idiot for letting that fizzle out. You know I've been looking for something that good and still haven't found them. Nothing compares.\"\n\n\"Okay. So that beautiful night, where you two shared an extraordinary magical experience, and it's changed how you feel about every woman ever since? That's like fucking a box of used kitty litter compared to our sex.\"\n\n\"Jesus...\"\n\n\"Jesus is right. Reaching a transcendent moment of epiphany is almost in the ballpark. It's like when we climax, I can see extra dimensions. Did you know colors have an innate sense of time?\"\n\n\"Uh,\"\n\n\"I didn't until I caught my ceiling telling the dress shirts how they were late. It was faint and hard to hear over our own moaning but it was a fucked up conversation.\"\n\n\"So if it's so amazing, what's the catch?\"\n\n\"Well, she sort of needs a jump start.\"\n\n\"Like what exactly?\"\n\n\"She only starts to get excited when I sell knives door to door. I didn't think multi-level marketing could be a kink, but she has to watch me sell these shitty overpriced knife sets to strangers and family. I have to be mic'd so she can hear it too. The longer the pitch, the longer our sex after.\"\n\n\"That's pretty fucked up, dude. But seems like a small price to pay for some premium Grade-A pussy.\"\n\n\"Heh heh, you got it. So speaking of small prices, let me show you this chart of knife depreciation over time. I bet you're sick of having to replace all your mismatched cutlery every single year. But never again with these Bladeblaster Edge XL 50s.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Locked out naked, caught by teacher and embarrassed
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"content": "It wasn't malicious. The team always did stupid little pranks like this to each other. Liz, who stood outside of the locker room naked, was the queen of it so the team was happy to finally pull her into one of their own. \n\nShe knew trying to get into the girls locker room was useless so the 18 year old senior made the decision. It was only down the hall and o one else was in the school...well aside from the Shakespeare Club but they didn't leave the library once their meetings started. \n\nLiz rushed down the hall. She had snuck into the boys locker room before for some \"extra curriculars\" so getting in was no problem. Finding towels on the other hand was.\n\n\"Fuck where do they keep the towels?\"\n\nShe searched through every inch of the locker room unaware of Coach Peter occasionally sneaking peeks from his office as she wandered the locker room. \n\nShe finally caught him out of the corner of her eye as he quickly tried to focus back on his work. She smirked.\n\n\"I can have a little fun of my own I guess.\"\n\nShe muttere to herself. She began look through everything agin, only this time she made sure to tease him along the way. Bending over slowly as she rummaged through lockers and closets, her pussy and asshole pointing right to the window of the coachs office.\n\nShe turned around, humming a little. She \"absently\" started to tease her already hard nipples as she looked around. Coach Peter sat in his office the whole time, trying so hard to look away.\n\nHe knew he shouldn't look even if she was of age, she was still a student. But as his cock stiffened in his track pants, his eyes kept darting toward Liz walking around the locker room naked, teasing him...\n\nShe walked into the showers where she finally found the towels. She headed for the other exit but she stopped and smiled. She walked quietly to the other side of the shower and quietly stepped out far enough to see Coach Peter sitting in his office stroking his hard cock with his eyes closed. \n\n\"Fuck he's so hard...\"\n\nShe whispered to herself. \n\n\"Is that water or...oh shit.\"\n\nShe rushed out the other side of the gym as she heard the locker room doors opened. She giggled a little standing outside the locker room wrapping herself in her towel.\n\n\"I might have to pay Coach Peter a visit next time we practice...\"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Not one word about the 30 nipples"
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"content": "Jen rose from her seat and started packing her things. Behind her, she heard a guy laughing about the assignment with his buddies.\n\n\"She said it didn't have to be porno, but she also didn't say it didn't *not* have to be porno, amirite guys,\" he chuckled. Pointing around the room, he said, \"I'm gonna right about all your tiddies.\"\n\nJen was almost to the exit when she turned back to the dais and faced the class.\n\n\"Professor Arden was wrong,\" she started. \"Not about taking risks. I don't think we'd be in here if we all didn't think we had something to say. No, Professor Arden was wrong about the nipples in this room. She miscounted.\"\n\nUsing one hand, Jen grabbed the collar of her v-neck shirt and pulled it over her head. The class let out a collective gasp as they stared at her body.\n\n\"As you can see, some people...like me...we don't have any. When I first got diagnosed with breast cancer, I imagined this black cloud, this inky evil presence was inside my breasts, eating away at the things that made me a woman. It's a living mutation, turning my good cells against me like a molecular zombie hoard. And so we dealt with it the same way we deal with all monsters: with nukes and knives and bloody vengeance.\"\n\nJen lifted her hand over the space where her breasts had been and traced the tattoo that would have covered her areola. It was the image of a rowboat with two woman at the oars, and another at the helm. A large black squid tattoo covered most of her chest. The sea monster's pointed head rested below her right collarbone. Its single eye stared out to the room with cold indifference.\n\n\"I inherited this disease from my mother and her mother. We all received double mastectomies, and our surgeons did not see fit to re-attach our nipples. A woman's femininity was not even a consideration. I was left with this blank canvas, and so I drew over it. \"\n\nTentacles curled over the remnants of her breasts and collarbone. Two tentacles that draped over her sternum appeared to look cut at the ends, bloody stumps scarred from attempting to take hold of her heart.\n\n​\n\n​\n\n*Comments and feedback would be appreciated.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] Superior wrestler babe is about to finally sodomize her thicc partner in crime.
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"content": "“You’re giving me a reach-around.” I grumble over my shoulder at you, stating the demand as fact as I reach back and use each hand to spread each plump cheek apart with a dismissive roll of my eyes.\n\n“I’m fucking serious, dude. If I have to cum handsfree like one of your little sissy slam-pieces, I’m gonna kick your ass.”\n\nI nip at my lip as the cool breeze of the gyms indoor A/C caresses my exposed backdoor. With my anal cleavage parted, a bead of sweat rolls down over my tight pink pucker. I groan softly as it winks, and my hard-on twitches as it runs down my balls and drips down to the mat.\n\nYes, my *hard-on.* I’m excited to bottom for the first time, so what. So I wish I could see my gently sunkissed form assuming the position that so many have assumed for me. And for you, no less.\n\nBut in the end, you have the height advantage *and* the weight advantage. And the boner advantage; every time you’d get me into a locked, you’d start grinding on my and groping my bulge through my unitard and whispering in my ear about how ‘I’m gonna be such a pretty cumdump for you.’\n\nSo typical of you to fight dirty.\n\n“We both know you only picked wrestling to decide who gets to top because if we let the biggest dick do it, you’d be my bitch for life.” I continue my trash-talk with vigor, giggling softly as my fingers dig gently into the flesh of my cheeks. “You know it’s true, you fucking shrimp-dick!”\n\nMy hands indisposed, I’m forced to blow a piece of my chocolate-colored pixie cut’s bangs out of my face. I suppress another grunt as my dick twitches again with anticipation as I glare over my shoulder at you.\n\n“And don’t even think about putting that Tic-Tac in my mouth, bitch. Only cocksucker around here is you.” I growl, trying to push away the images in my mind of my lips wrapped around your sweaty nuts.\n\n“So are you just gonna stare at it all day? Afraid to give me a *real* pounding? Fucking pussy.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Return of the Cherry Fairy
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"content": "Sam and Paul left the others downstairs. They made their way to one of the bedrooms and closed the door. The room was dusty, but the bed was in near perfect condition. Sam would've preferred somewhere else to lose her virginity but at least it would be special with Paul.\n\nThe Cherry Fairy, a fairy that aides or critiques virgins on their first time, watched from outside the dusty window, invisible to the two young lovers.\n\nShe sighed as Paul awkwardly rubbed her body and squeezed her breasts. She had already paid a visit to Paul and apperently he didn't listen to critique. \n\nSam undressed slowly, still a little shy. Cherry noted this and was relieved to see Paul had learned to be more comforting if his partner was nervous. \n\n\"Oh for fucks...\"\n\nThe Fairy said under her breath as Sam began to give Paul and awkward, slow blowjob. She sighed and snuck in the window. Still unseen she got right next to Sam and whispered. \n\n\"Have no worry my dear The Cherry Fairy is here to help.\"\n\nShe stopped what she was doing but held his cock in her hand, Paul gave her an puzzled look. \n\n\"Ok so stroke his cock, slowly, tease him. \"\n\nSam slowly began to stroke Paul's cock. \n\n\"Good, good. Now take a little in your mouth. Just enough to tease him...right about here.\"\n\nThe Fairy gently tapped his shaft just past his tip. Paul felt the touch but ignored it as Sam slid his cock into her mouth to the point the Fairy told here. \n\n\"Back and forth, slowly.\"\n\nShe started to suck slowly, Paul moaned as her hand and mouth worked his cock. \n\n\"Faster.\"\n\nSam sped up.\n\n\"Ok, now gradually suck more and more of his cock. To your comfort level of course, don't want to over exert yourself the first time out.\"\n\nShe slowly took more and more of Paul's cock in her mouth and at the Fairys instructions sped up as she did. Paul moaned and moaned, his cock started to throb as Sam sucked his cock. \n\n\"Sam...\"\n\nHe moaned her name and the Fairy smiled. \n\n\"Now take him out of your mouth and lead him to the bed, your on your own from there. \"\n\nShe snuck back out as Sam pulled off and lead Paul to the bed. The Fairy kept watching taking notes as the two lovers fucked. \n\nAfter a few minutes, Sam came hard and Paul left a decent puddle of cum on her stomach. Sam ran her fingers through his cum and a note phased into existence.\n\n\"Hey Sam, The Cherry Fairy was watching.\"\n\n\"You believe in her?\"\n\n\"She's real babe.\"\n\nShe knew already but was glad to hear out of Paul's mouth. She picked up the note as Paul left to use the bathroom. The note had her statistics and a grading system.\n\n*Samantha: Brown hair, one blue eye, one green eye, 34 C, slim but athletic figure*\n\n*Pleasure A*\n\n*Passion C*\n\n*Orgasm A++* \n\n*Location F*\n\n*You have some work to do. Don't just lay there like a sex doll. I could tell you were holding back, don't be afraid to be squirm or tell him how good it feels, let your emotions show. Even if their negative, it's better your lover knows instead of assuming everything's fine.*\n\n*And please don't do it in a dusty old mansion anymore, it's really not romantic*\n\n*Take care love,*\n\n*The Cherry Fairy.*\n\nSam smiled a little and put the note back on the table. She squinted though and picked the note back up noticed the P.S. that stated The Cherry Fairy would be lingering around the house to grade her friend Becky. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Incubus finds a new challenge, a faithful girlfriend surprisingly resistant to his charms. During the month her boyfriend goes overseas for a trip, the demon does whatever it takes to get the girl to cheat.
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"content": "Writ stood behind the espresso machines and blenders and surreptitiously stared at Kelly at the back of the line. Even though he had a full breakfast, draining two college students in behind the library stacks, he couldn't help but lust after Kelly's soul. Her aura was bright cornflower blue that enveloped her body, saturated in pure emotion. The horny girls he corrupted this morning had large but diffuse spirits. *Typical freshmen*, he thought as he made a customer's grande flat white. Kelly's was different, rarer than most because it was also energized by a strong red line of fate, connected to her boyfriend. He looked around the coffee house and saw every person's line, some frayed, some thin as a gossamer strand of hair. But Kelly's was like a thick rope, the kind used to anchor dreadnought ships and 3-masted schooners. He was determined to destroy her.\n\nHis appearance varied in each woman's eyes. To his co-worker, Em, Writ looked like a bookish grad student, tall, pale, and bespectacled. Tight curly hairs covered his toned forearms and long slender fingers. She spent more than one night thinking about what he could do to her. Em scribbled an order on an empty cup and handed it to him. As his fingers covered hers in the transfer, Em felt an immediate and urgent heat in her loins and chest. Her cotton polo shirt chaffed her hardening nipples as her arousal blossomed and ached for his touch. Her pupils dilated for a moment, and she felt like her knees would buckle before he released her hand and took the cup, placing it under the espresso machine. \n\n*Just a morning snack*, Writ thought while giving her a polite smile. *I can't wait for the main course*.\n\nKelly ordered her caramel macchiato from Em, still blushing and smoothing out her apron. Kelly moved over to the pick up counter and waited, watching Writ make other orders. Writ looked like a firefighter, strong arms and shoulders built for hauling hoses and ladders. His olive skin looked shiny, almost slick. His weathered hands looked experienced in both handling axes and gently saving kittens from trees. *I bet he makes his girlfriend very happy,* she told herself. *Or boyfriend!* she thought then giggled a little out loud. \n\n\"Caramel macchiato for Kelly,\" Writ announced. She walked up to the counter and saw him waiting for her, drink order in hand. He held the cup in both hands, one on the lid and the other as a tray. \"Careful, it's hot,\" he told her as he stared into her green eyes.\n\nKelly broke off the stare and reached for the cup. The cup was hot but not scalding. Writ deftly moved his hands in a way that let him touch her wrist and the back of her hand at the same time. Writ watched has her aura incinerated his demon hand, scorching it to black ash before it dissolved into the ethereal plane. He tried not to wince until he turned his back on Kelly and retreated to the kitchen. He grabbed his hand and doubled over in pain, tears dripping freely to the ground. \n\n*This round goes to you, mortal*, he spit out, *but I still have two weeks to wear you down.*\n\n***\n\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend has always been fairly shy and submissive. Things start to change, though, as she begins to become bigger, taller and more powerful every time she orgasms.
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"content": "**kind of rapey, so be warned**\n\nOur patient is a tall and handsome man in his mid twenties. He worked out and, standing at 6'2 with lean muscles, you wouldn't think about him as a man with insecurities. Yet his story remains an urban legend among the therapeutic doctors to this day:\n\n\"It all started when we started dipping into kinkier sex. Xiao... she never showed an interest during our sex life, Doc, but she mostly let me do what I wanted...\" he took a deep breath, staring at the wall. You could see from the corner of his eyes that he was welling up. He was afraid of telling this story\n\n\"It's ok. Take your time,\" said the therapist; a by-the-book response.\n\n\"Thanks... um... So we get started. Light things at first. I tied her up, and pick her up. She was so small: 4'8 and very thin... maybe 100 lbs. Her bobcut stayed well out of the way of tying restraints or things like that, so it was easy to hoist her on to an Andrew's cross set up by a wall....\n\n\"The sex was so good at first. The way she clamped around me was so much tighter than usual, so I saw she liked it. No safe word used, either. As I kept going, she got wetter and wetter. Soon I was unrestrained -- fucking her against the cross full shaft, and slamming her hard enough against the dungeon walls to get people's attention. I hit the back of her, full force like I normally do, but it felt so much better this time. Normally she's limp but I felt like she was more alive.\n\n\"I saw the crowd in her eyes just as her face made an expression I'd never seen before. She bit her lip in pure ecstasy. It was the first time, I think, that she'd ever cum before, let alone before me. It must have been 3 mins, no 2 mins into things. Then suddenly things got really weird. I kept fucking her as she got tighter and tighter. Suddenly, I went deeper than I ever had before and she was pushing against me more. I was down for it so we pounded again and again. Faster and faster and harder and deeper. I didn't break eye contact until I felt a push against my upper chest and I looked down only to bounce my chin against a pair of tits. She grew from A cup to C cup over the course of half a minute, and things weren't stopping.\n\n\"I wasn't moving as I took in a faceful of her breasts. She was somehow still fucking me, even through the restrains. 'go, go, go, go, go' I heard as she shook the cross with her hips. She was still cumming. My dick felt like it was on the edge, but I was so surprised that I didn't even think about it. Soon the cross itself was rocking and I was fighting to push it back so that she didn't topple onto me. She didn't seem to care. 'mooooore,' she said with a hungry grin, and I grinned back even though I had just put a lot of my strength into pushing the cross. It slapped the wall behind her as I just jumped onto it with her. It was better to lean against the wall than fall on the floor. She was laughing as I felt her orgasm again. She was loving everything about this situation: the eyes on us, the roughness and rawness of our sex, and ... I think... the worried expression I was making. It was at this point that I finally realized that she had grown to as big as I was. I don't know how I didn't notice before. \n\n\"Even worse: though I was balls deep into her and on top, I wasn't hitting the back of her anymore. She was slamming her hips into mine, full force, and I felt... weaker? I didn't have time to think as the straps on her arms snapped open in the corner of my eyes. Her leg restraints must have given out too because she leaped on top of me and began to pin me down and ride me like an animal. It felt so good that I started to cum inside her. I wasn't in control anymore as she began to outgrow me. The light behind her made her a bigger and bigger shadow as she rode me, and she was even tighter around me so I couldn't go soft. It was a little scary.\n\n\"I wanted to start fighting back, since I was done but as I moved up, I only caught a faceful of tits. They had grown even bigger: so heavy and full. I couldn't tell what size they were, but let's just say big enough. Big enough that I couldn't do anything as the weight of them overwhelmed me. My arms were grabbed by her hands as she kept fucking and fucking. Cumming and cumming harder and harder. I could see now that she was growing even bigger and was just going to ride me until I passed out. I came again. Twice in 5 minutes. Twice the pleasure that I felt before -- so much that it hurt. \n\n\"She finally lifted herself off of me, and I thought it was finally over. Her legs were shaking from the orgasm, after all, she was dripping my cum on my stomach and chest. Then I heard the most chilling part of the night. 'We're not done yet,' she said and she picked me up, with one hand, off the ground and turned me over to start rimming me for milking. With her other hand she shoved my face into her clit and gave me a faceful of her juice, mixed with mine. I couldn't help it -- pain or no pain -- and involuntarily got hard again. I couldn't even say the safe word as I was ridden for all I was worth against her sex. She felt so powerful and amazing that I couldn't do anything. Her voice kept ringing through my head as I passed out, and when I woke up, I was naked and alone in the ruins of the building.\n\n\"I don't know what happened, or what any of it means, but I just want to go home...\"\n\n\"There, there\" she said, pushing his face into her breasts. \"There, there.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] Sales of the Smutty Advent calendar are through the roof
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"content": "(Feel free to ignore if it's too short. )\n\nPauline had stood in front of the smutty advent calender her and her husband, Marco, bought from The Velvet Emporium to spice things up. They bough the vanilla version of the calender but Pauline was still nervous about this new day.\n\nThe first couple days were fine. Walk around the house naked, no problem they never had many visitors on the weekdays. Post a nude to r/gonewildcouples, nerve wracking but they managed and even got a pretty good reception. \n\nPauline sighed and opened the flap. The words on the flap made her blush, as her husband picked up the small toy, a Velvet Emporium branded butt plug. The flap said for one partner to wear it the next time the couple are intimate. \n\n\"We have still some time before we have to get ready for work Pauline. \"\n\nShe smiled a little, something about Marcos own nervousness calmed hers. She wasn't big on anal but did it on special occasions. She took the toy from Marco and headed down the hall to the bedroom...\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] 1 Sentence, 2 kinks.
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"content": "Here's one that definitely matches the format you've asked for, and one that may not, but should be more tender/normal.\n\nWhen we finally made contact with another species, it turned out that they were attracted by our vast porn collections. \nInterracial (as in aliens) and exploration (as in exploration of sexuality).\n\nI've always been really close with my best friends, some might even say too close... \nFriends with benefits or polygamy, wholesome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The third stallion is a club quite unlike any other... The only currency accepted are orgasms.
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"content": "Aaron didn't want to go to the Third Stallion. He knew how payment was handled and that just made me uncomfortable. But it was his birthday and his long term relationship ended a few weeks prior and his friends were desperate to get him out again. \n\nThey took a table and started to look over the menu. A waitress came over and introduced herself as Annie. She which memeber of the table would be paying and before he could speak Aaron's friend volunteered him. \n\nAfter they all ate, Annie came back to the table to collect her pay and tip. Despite the encouraging heckling from his friend Aaron remained hesitant as he stood and Annie took his hand, starting towards the pay area. \n\n\"So what if I can't...you know.\"\n\n\"Make me cum? We'll open a tab. \"\n\n\"Like a regular bar.\"\n\n\"Mhm.\"\n\nShe opened one of the doors for him and followed him in.\n\n\"I'm legally obligated to inform you that there are security cameras in here for both of our safety and obviously security. \"\n\n\"Of course.\"\n\n\"Something wrong sugar?\"\n\nShe asked as she flicked the lock to mark the room as occupied. \n\n\"I'm just nervous, it's been a while, I just broke up with my girlfriend a while back...and there's the whole public thing.\"\n\nShe smiled. Something about soft smile, smooth voice, and big brown eyes made Aaron calm.\n\n\"Don't worry, this room is sound proof. And I'm sure you can make me cum, I known as a bit of a soft touch.\"\n\nAaron smiled a little but soon let it drop. \n\n\"How much do I owe you?\"\n\n\"Just one.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Yeah bar orders and extra accommodations bring the price up...but you don't want to hear any of that boring stuff. \"\n\nAaron nodded and Annie walked closer. Her perfume made his stomach tie up again. She held out her hand and Aaron hesitantly put his in hers. She took his hand and started to rub it slowly against her shirt.\n\n\"Maybe if you get a feel for my body you'll be less nervous hun.\"\n\n\"You do have a pretty sexy body...\"\n\nWithout a second thought he kept rubbed her body as she closed her eyes and smiled. \n\n\"Such soft hands. \"\n\nShe said as she pulled her shirt up a little. He rubbed her bare and she shivered in pleasure. She slowly exposed more as his hand traversed her body and her perky tits. \n\n\"Mmmm.\" \n\nShe worked both of their jeans off as he continued to rub. As she undressed his hand traveled lower. \n\n\"What do you like Annie?\"\n\nHe asked blushing. She motioned him to lean with a wave of her finger to whisper in his ear. \n\n\"I like being on the bottom and being held down and being fucked nice and slow but hard at the same time. You can even call me your exs name if it helps. \"\n\nHe ignored the last part as they gently switched and she sat on the couch pulling him down on top of her. She squirmed in pleasure a little as his tip brushed across her wet pussy. \n\nAaron slowly slid it in and she moaned as her tight pussy took all of his hard cock. She rubbed her nipples as he fucked her with slow, hard thrusts. \n\nEach moan brought a certain gleam to her already beautiful eyes. Aaron could've sworn he saw them widen as her pleasure and moans grew. \n\n\"Aaron, don't stop. \"\n\nShe purred in pleasure. Her pussy was soaked and the noises as his cock pulled back and forth against her pussys tight grip only made Annie moan louder and louder. \n\n\"I'm gonna cum...\"\n\nShe barely got out before she arched off the couch and came hard with a couple of raspy, loud moans. \n\n\"Oh my God. Your cock is amazing. \"\n\nAaron smiled all his stress and worry seemingly lost in the feel of her cumming on his cock. \n\n\"How do I tip you?\"\n\n\"Cum all over my face. \"\n\nIt took a few more thrusts before pulled his cock out, eliciting a small whimpering moan from Annie. He repositioned himself and she stared up at him with her big brown eyes as he moaned and stroked his cock until he covered her face.\n\n\"Oh my God, you came so much. I love it.\"\n\nShe sat up a little to lick some cum off of his tip. She gently laid back and sighed.\n\n\"You have to come in here again. \"\n\nHe blushed and rubbed his arm.\n\n\"Oh stop. The other waitresses would love you. \""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend is a career clown. She can also be a surprisingly sexy clown when it comes down to it.
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"content": "Dylan dropped his bag and keys in the vestibule as he entered the house. He heard the clatter of paws as Ruffalo ran from the kitchen to the entry. Dylan bent down and gave him a hearty petting and rub down, and Ruffalo thanked him with a wet lick on the mouth.\n\n\"Blech, oh jeez, you need a breath mint, Ruffalo,\" he said, standing up. \"Becca, are you home?\"\n\nA woman's voice replied from the bathroom. \"I'm in here, honey. Just cleaning up.\" \n\nDylan stood at the bathroom entrance and looked at his girlfriend, barely fitting between the sink and the wall behind her. \"Another kid's party?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Little Billy went to Zack's party last month and his parents just *had to have* Bexx the Clown at his birthday. Thank god for parental oneupmanship.\" Becca was carefully wiping the white grease paint with a wet wipe, trying not to stain the fat suit. \"Dylan, can you unzip me?\" she asked, awkwardly turning her back to him.\n\nHe found the hidden zipper and opened the back for her. The custom made suit not only made her look big, but the seams and folds contoured over her natural curves, giving the illusion she she was 350 pounds. Bexx the Clown emceed dozens of parties year round. She could paint anything on a kid's face, from a tiger to Optimus Prime. Whether it was spiders, swords, or puppies, there was no shape she couldn't make with enough balloons. It certainly wasn't the career trajectory she thought when she graduated from performing arts school, but the money was good and she loved kids.\n\n\"I'm going to take a nap before dinner,\" he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and wiped the smudge of white paint off his lips. Dylan flopped face-down on their bed and promptly fell asleep.\n\n\"Dylan,\" Becca whispered in his ear. He was still groggy but managed to turn over onto his back in the center of the king size bed. He looked up to see Becca's lithe body standing over him. She held her arm up, and that's when he noticed the long ribbon of silk connected to their vaulted ceiling and wound in her hand. The other end loosely wrapped over her naked body before being draped in circles around her leg.\n\n\"I had it installed today. I'm so excited to try it out! I haven't done aerial work since school,\" she said. \"I have just the routine to test it. Are you game?\"\n\nDylan felt his pulse race as he gazed upon her form. He nodded and started to caress her ankles and calves.\n\n\n\n\"No touching, not yet,\" she said giggling. \"Now take off your clothes and lay back.\"\n\nBecca tightened the end in her hand and held another swath in her other. She slowly lifted herself until she was upside down, the silk ribbon taut between her spread legs. She gracefully wrapped a calf and ankle in silk, then loosened her grip. She hung by her legs as she let the end of the ribbon fall on Dylan's hardening cock. Becca twirled the end, sending tiny shivers down his spine as the ribbon tickled his shaft and balls. \n\nUsing muscles he didn't know existed, Becca started to swing, lurching forward and backwards above him. She started to lower herself, until her fingers could just graze his thighs and stomach. She traced his belly, down to his trimmed groin and fully erect dick. Sliding a little further down, Becca teased his cock with her light touch, his head throbbed as she passed over him. She slid down more and outstretched her arms, licking the tip of his cock as she swayed again. \n\n\"Oh baby, this is amazing, how are you staying up there?\" he asked.\n\nBecca shook her head and smiled. \"Trade secret.\"\n\nSliding down more, she was able to ease half of his cock in her mouth. She held onto his thighs to steady herself and let her taste him more fully. His dick was hot and salty with a little pre-cum coating her tongue. Dylan alternated between looking at her beautifully round ass, suspended in the air, and her eyes filled with lust as she sucked on him. He had to grab the bed sheets to keep himself from grabbing her but he arched his back to give her more of his cock.\n\n\"Mmm, yes baby, thrust in my wet mouth,\" she purred, letting him fuck her throat until her saliva coated his cock and pooled under his balls. \n\nShe suddenly lifted her upper body up and grabbed the silk above where she had anchored her leg. She loosen the tension on her calf and held herself above him with her strong arms. She managed to get herself spinning around the silk, her legs sticking out like a straight V. She tucked in at her knees and began to spin faster. Becca slowly eased herself down the silk, getting her pussy more wet as she went, until she was spinning above his wet cock.\n\n\"You always wanted a spinner, right Dylan?\" she asked coyly. She dropped her pussy onto his shiny tip, still spinning on it. \n\n\"Oh, baby, that feels so good,\" he moaned. He began to thrust again in earnest, plunging more of his cock into her wet slit.\n\n\"Spin me more,\" she demanded. He waiting until a leg swung by and then pushed her like a merry-go-round. She moaned louder as her creamy pussy revolved frictionlessly around his cock. She looked at him with half-closed eyes as she spun around, keeping her balance as he fucked her mid-air. To her, the feeling of his cock spinning in her was unlike anything she felt before. Each rotation tickled the nodules on her g-spot then relaxed, until it came around again. She held onto the ribbon for dear life as he spun her faster. She pulled her knees up until she was a the New Year's Eve ball at Times Square.\n\n\"Okay baby, count down from ten,\" she said hungrily. \n\n\"10, 9, 8,\" he counted, watching her slide down his shaft. \"7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, oh fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming!\"\n\n\"Cum for me baby,\" she commanded, landing in a reverse cowgirl position. \"Fill me up, with your load!\" Her pussy lips didn't let go as she continued to bounce on his cock, until he was spent. She lifted herself off him and laid next to him. \n\n\"Wow, Bexx, that was intense,\" he said, kissing her. His hands found the small of her back and he pulled her on top of him like a warm blanket. He caressed her hot sweaty body, massaging her strong arms, finally able to relax. \n\n\"I guess Bexx the Clown has something new for grown up parties,\" she said with a giggle. \n\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt Me: Cute, Cliche, RH, Harem, F/F, Bisexual, Etc
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"content": "How about a back to basics prompt: At a slumber party, two (or more) girls practice kissing and get carried away.\n\nFor her boyfriend’s birthday, a girl agrees to a 3-way, but wants to test the merchandise (doesn’t have to be a hooker) beforehand. They could just be getting comfortable with each other ahead of time.\n\nA shy girl asks for sex toy advice from her more outgoing friend. She didn’t expect a demonstration."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The latest party game from The Velvet Emporium: Mind Shuffler. For two or more players, randomly shuffle your minds and bodies. Then swap your minds with each other through simultaneous pleasure. How long until you're all back where you belong?
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"content": "\"You guys, this is going to be so awesome,\" Kevin said excitedly. He joined his three other roommates sitting on the carpeted floor and sat cross legged from Tammy. On his right, Arnold held the game instructions while on his left, sat Michelle. A thick metal prayer bowl with a wooden mallet was in the center of their circle.\n\n\"It says that we first have to take a sip of this,\" Arnold said, holding up a flask. \"Just a sip, then pour the remaining amount into the bowl.\"\n\nHe took a sip and passed the flask to Tammy. \"Ew, it tastes like mouthwash,\" she said, disgusted. Michelle grabbed the flask and took her swig before passing it to Kevin. Kevin let the surprisingly cool liquid linger on his tongue before pouring the rest into the bowl. The ripples shimmered in the dark bowl as the last drop fell in.\n\nArnold dropped the instructions and picked up the mallet. \"Okay, I need to just run the mallet along the edge of the bowl while everyone has their eyes closed. No peeking! When you hear the bowl stop ringing, the game begins. Everyone got that?\" he asked.\n\nThey all nodded and he began to slowly circle the rim. A low hollow hum began to fill the air, until it was all they could hear. In their minds eye, the typical grey-black void behind their eyes grew darker, until they saw a void so black, they thought they stopped existing. The hum stopped, and they each opened their eyes.\n\nKevin saw himself in front of him, eyes darting left and right. *I must be in Tammy's body* he thought.\n\n\"I must be in Tammy's body,\" Kevin said, but it came out of Arnold's mouth. Kevin tried to turn Tammy's head but he realized he couldn't control it. Instead, he found himself looking at Michelle. \"What, the fuck?\" Arnold asked. \"Why I am talking through Arnold's mouth?\"\n\n\"Because in Mind Shuffle,\" answered Michelle, \"everyone is randomly assigned a new mind, but not necessarily the whole body.\"\n\nKevin felt Tammy's arm slap herself hard on the cheek, the sting was hot and Arnold let out a yelp.\n\n\"Jesus fucking Christ this is weird,\" came out of Kevin's mouth.\n\n\"Who's in there? Who's in my body?\" Arnold asked. \"I mean, who's in Kevin's head?\"\n\n\"Its Tammy,\" uttered Kevin. \"I can't move my fucking arms, I'm freaking out!\" she exclaimed. Arnold's arms flailed around as Tammy started to lose her marbles. \"Arnold, where are you? How do we stop this game?\"\n\nMichelle's voice spoke in Arnold's cadence. \"Whoever controls my...I mean, Arnold's arms, please grab the instructions.\" Arnold's arms swatted the floor like he was beheaded.\n\n\"This is like trying to control a drone, fuck,\" uttered Kevin. Arnold's hand finally found the booklet and picked it up, but not before getting a paper-cut.\n\nTammy's voice let out a yelp, \"Ouch, mother fucker, that stings,\" Michelle shook the phantom pain out of Kevin's finger. Okay, I can read it. It says the game ends when...oh shit.\"\n\n\"What,\" the others said at once.\n\n\"The game ends when we all get off. Like, sexually.\"\n\nKevin groaned, \"Jesus fucking Christ, we're doomed!\" Michelle willed Kevin's hands to reach into his sweatpants, cupping his cock and balls. \"That, that feels pretty good.\"\n\nKevin understood and willed Michelle's hands to grab her own breasts, massaging them through her shirt.\n\n\"Holy shit, this is weird, and amazing,\" Arnold said through Michelle's voice. \"Let me try something,\" and he willed Tammy's legs to spread and pulled down her jeans and panties.\n\n\"Jesus, who's the perv,\" Tammy asked through Kevin, as she watched helplessly as her hands slapped her shaved pussy.\n\n\"Ow, that stings,\" Kevin said through Arnold. \"I thought ladies liked pussy spanks.\"\n\n\"Well you thought wrong,\" came out of Kevin. Tammy willed Arnold to pull down his pants and flick his own nut sack.\n\n\"Ow, fuck, no!\" exclaimed Tammy. Tammy slapped herself in the face and Arnold yelped. They fumbled around for hours, exploring each other's bodies until they had sorted out who had control of who and what body parts. They all collapsed in a heap on the floor, unable to fully control their minds, bodies, or feelings.\n\n\"Okay okay, let's just try this. Everyone just close their eyes, grab the cock or the pussy on you, and just feel around. Okay? Just don't think about it.\"\n\nThe room was quiet as they each managed to remove their pants, and timidly felt around the foreign bodies they inhabited. They each found a rhythm, stroking cocks and rubbing clits, spitting on their hands to get themselves wet. Their soft moans became louder as they shifted and squirmed on the floor, not caring who was touching them. Hips lifted off the floor as their pleasure coursed through their bodies, hands pinching nipples as they sought their release. They all found it at the same time, erupting on the living room floor as cum shot out of Kevin and Arnold's bodies, landing on their stomachs, while Michelle and Tammy squeezed their hands still thrusting in and out of their wet pussies.\n\nWhen they opened their eyes, they could only see the ceiling and feel the wetness cooling on their crotches. They each sat up, looking at their arms and playing with the remnants of their lust. They had returned to their own bodies. Tammy stormed off to her room and slammed the door, leaving the three to slowly get up from the floor.\n\n\"Guess she didn't like it,\" Arnold said. Michelle tip toed to Tammy's door and listened.\n\n\"Don't be so sure. I think she just needed to finish the job,\" she said slyly.\n\nThe three of them laughed and began to clean up the mess.\n\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome. Incidentally, this was the match-up:\n\nMichelle's mind in Arnold's body, controlled Tammy's voice and Kevin's limbs. \n\nArnold's mind in Michelle's body, controlled Michelle's voice and Tammy's limbs. \n\nKevin's mind in Tammy's body, controlled Arnold's voice and Michelle's limbs. \n\nTammy's mind in Kevin body, controlled Kevin voice and Arnold's limbs.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two college age girls following a psychology course, experiment with hypnotising each other for a class assignment. One of them is thinking about having a little 'innocent' fun with the other when it's their turn... Unfortunately for her, the other girl had the same idea.
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"content": "“Hypnotism...” Jess read from her textbook, eliciting a wink and a laugh from her roommate and study partner Sarah. “...an often exaggerated magical act, can also have medical benefits. While movies may suggest the ability to fully imprint new desires or actions onto another person, those desires must already be present in the mind. After all, hypnotism is really an enhanced form of suggestion or persuasion. A smoker must already want to quit and must already see each cigarette as a death stick before hypnosis can work. There are various forms of hypnotism, the easiest being performed during a sleep study. After the patient enters REM sleep, probing questions are asked to learn more about the patient’s desires. From there, the answers can be used while the patient is awake to persuade them one way or another. A more complicated version of hypnotism is a Pavlovian response, wherein the desired behavior is rewarded by audio or visual cues. A third style of hypnotism is more similar to what is seen in movies, by inducing a state of mind wherein the other party is in a more suggestive state.”\n\n“Sounds kinda kinky,” Sarah said, while munching on a chocolate caramel. “Ugg, these chocolates you gave me are so good! I feel like I could eat a whole box!”\n\n“As long as you keep working out, you can eat all the chocolate you want,” Jess said. \n\n“Where do you get these? They’re so good!” As Sarah pulled half of a chocolate away from her mouth, a long string of caramel draped over her lips, chin and neck. Without thinking, Jess leaned in and licked the string of caramel off of her friend’s neck. Before pulling away, she planted a kiss on Sarah’s chin, sucking up the last bit of caramel. Sarah giggled as Jess sat back in the couch, barely registering what she had just done. \n\n“I wonder if there’s any way we could do some of our own hypnotism,” Jess said, leaning back into the couch. \n\n“I think that’s enough studying for tonight. I’m going to get ready for bed and heat up a snack.” Jess got changed, taking off her bras and switching into a long T-shirt with a low cut vneck that barely covered her ample breasts. She returned the couch where Sarah was sitting, bringing with her a caramel apple. \n\n“A caramel apple?” Sarah asked, incredulous. “I haven’t seen one of those I a long time!”\n\nAs Jess took a big bite out of the apple, the juices slid down her face. She could tell that Sarah was salivating, like a dog hearing a dinner bell. She took another big bite, this time allowing a big clump of caramel to drip onto her breasts. She pretended to grab for it and “accidentally” spread it all over her nipple. Sarah leaned in with her mouth open, licking off every last bit of caramel that she could. As she noticed some had dripped down below her friend’s boobs, she removed Jess’s shirt and suckled away at the rest. Jess’s moans of pleasure barely registered in her head until Jess’s chest was clean and glistening with her saliva, then she leaned back on the couch as if nothing had happened. \n\nSarah looked at her friend, suddenly noticing her and asked, “Jess, why are you naked?” \n\n“Eating a caramel apple can be messy and I didn’t want to dirty up my clothes, obviously!” She gave a mischievous grin. Jess was turned on and incredulous, but had another idea. She “ pretended” to drop the whole apple. This time it landed between her breasts and rolled down between her legs...\n\nTo be continued, maybe "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] After their work required them to spend their birthday in a hotel halfway across the country from home, our intrepid hero/ine wakes up with a raging hangover, and a naked hotel employee cuddled up against them.
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"content": "Lipstick is almost perfect, if one wants to trace their sexual escapades. Especially when the previous night might have left one unable to recall their own actions clearly at first.\n\nSusan did not normally make it a habit to sleep with staff. It makes return trips rather awkward if the company books her at the same hotel later. She also tries not to bring her \"toys\" with her while on official business.\n\nTo her credit, the strap-on wasn't hers.\n\n\"Oh come on, I promised myself I wouldn't get that wasted.\"\n\nThe smell of her own breath, plus the sight of the 2 empty bottles in the trash bin, forced Susan to at least recall how the night's events started.\n\nHer supervisor, Ezekiel, was making her stay an extra two days to tie up any minor details in the deal, while he got to head back and get most of the credit. He had also swiped the chocolate eggs Susan had bought for her nephews and nieces for himself, having seen them lying on the now bare cabinet in her hotel room and thinking they were just \"up for grabs\".\n\nIf that wasn't enough, the hotel gym was out of order, so Susan couldn't vent through a hard run on the treadmill or something else physical to take her mind off of things. \n\nSo, after a chug or two, Susan decided the next best activity was to charm the panties off of the receptionist.\n\nStaring down at the still sleeping young woman hugging her waist, Susan patted her head as she flowed the path of her green lipstick up and down the woman's body.\n\n\"How exactly did it go?\"\n\nIt wasn't too hard, poor Rachel was already stealing glances at Susan's short skirt every time the woman turned around, and thought she was clever and sneaky while doing so. Secondly, tipsy Susan typically needs only a whispered word in her target's ear to get them eager to follow her.\n\nAfter a little struggle to get the hotel room open, the two fell upon the bed, tearing each other's clothes off between kisses. Susan got busy travelling down Rachel's navel, imprinting a green lipstick path with each kiss.\n\nAt that point she was drunk enough to think she could skillfully and seductively remove Rachel's panties with her teeth. While no damage was done to the woman, Susan did \"miss\" a few times, and ended up just using her hands like a normal person.\n\nHer memory gets fuzzy around hear. She's sure she got eaten out, though from what she last remembered it makes more sense that she went down on Rachel first. At some point, the dear receptionist must have brought out her own purple strap-on, because it lay on the counter still wet. Looking at Rachel's waist, she could see marks from where she seemed to have been gripped, leaving Susan to suspect she had worn it last night.\n\nJudging from the knocked over chairs and tossed about cushions, Susan could buy it. She got a build wild whenever she had a harness attached. All parts of a room were equal location to mount her lovers.\n\nThere was a loud snore, and looking over to her right she saw a sleeping young man sitting in a small couch, wearing nothing but a hotel robe and some pizza place's hat.\n\n\"Oh God, tell me I didn't go and have another pizza threesome\".\n\nIn typical coping fashion, whenever Susan gets really upset and just one lover isn't enough, she can get a little cliche. Especially when she's also hungry.\n\nThe open box in the kitchen (the lid was facing her, so she couldn't see how much was left) and her signature green lipstick upon the young man's face and what parts of his lower region were visible, showed that she had indeed gotten involved with the pizza boy as well.\n\n\"...I wasn't pegging last night, was I? I've never attempted that before...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the future, all prisons have been abolished and felony crimes are instead punished with sentences spent locked in chastity cages.
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"content": "A convenience store. He had accidentally robbed a convenience store. Jake had put a pack of gum in his pocket that he had fully intended on paying for, but completely forgot about it after he bought his other groceries. The sentries were quick to arrest him and charge him with robbery. He thought he would surely just be let off with a fine, but then he saw his opposing lawyer. Markus. Markus had always been on Jake's ass ever since high school, tormenting him and making his life a living hell. \n\nOne Jake moved away and got married, he thought he would be free of Markus. But that day in court made it all seem like a delusion. Markus somehow gotten Jake charged with a far harsher sentence which meant more time in the cage. What was worse: Jake's \"assets\" were now forfeit to the store owner as recompense. This meant his house, his money... And his wife. \n\nThat was six months ago, and now here Jake was, tied to a chair, naked, with his cock in a cage as the rotund store owner pounded away at his wife's face. Jake had spent every night since the trial, tied up and forced to watch his former wife be defiled by this man. Tonight, Amanda, Jake\"s wife, was on her knees in her wedding dress in front of the owner, her makeup running down her cheeks as she earnestly sucked on his cock. The fat man held Amanda's hair tightly as he slammed into her face over and over again. Jake's cock throbbed against the cage, painfully trying to break free, but it would never work. \n\nTo make matters worse, he had five more years of this. Of his wife being taken in front of him. Of his cock pushing against the steel. Of Amanda fully submitting herself to her new master. She had been broken in the first month, becoming this man's loyal pet while Jake was confined to physical labor and free store hours in order to possibly get out with \"good behavior.\" But he knew he could never go back to the life he once had. The bump in Amanda's stomach confirmed that. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lesbian(s) teaches a straight girl(s) the secret to eating good pussy then makes her demonstrate what she has learned.
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"content": "Michelle unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped into its tight hallway. The lights in the kitchen were on, meaning Kim was home or uncharacteristically wasteful. She hung up her coat and bag then entered the kitchen for a drink of water. She filled a tumbler from the dispenser on the fridge, then sat on the white divan in the living room. As she reached for the TV remote, she heard muffled voices behind her, on the other side of the wall. Michelle leaned back to listen for Kim's voice, but was surprised when a chorus of moans erupted on the other side. \n\n*That doesn't sound like Kim*, she thought. Michelle finished her water then walked to Kim's door, open slightly. Michelle could see her roommate sitting at the edge of her bed, wearing flannel pajamas and fixed on the TV. Kim was watching two sun-baked ladies with unnaturally hard breasts scissor each other on a large couch. \n\n\"Slap my tits, you slut,\" demanded one of the pornstars. The other woman obeyed and hit her chest sideways a few times while sucking on air like she was kicked in the shins.\n\nMichelle knocked on the door and said, \"hey um, could you turn that down? I could hear that in the living room.\"\n\nKim quickly turned around and yelped, falling off the bed. Michelle walked in to help her up.\n\n\"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought you were gone,\" Kim said, red-faced. The ambient light from the Moaning Twins reflected on her face, casting shadows over her small nose and dimpled cheeks.\n\n\"Why are you watching this, I thought you said you were straight,\" Michelle asked. \"Don't tell me you're 'experimenting,'\" she said with air quotes.\n\n\"I am straight, Michelle. In fact I was sitting here watching this and thinking how none of this looked appealing. I mean, do you have to limber up and stretch before going on a date?\"\n\nMichelle laughed. \"No Kim, this bullshit you're watching is some dude's fantasy of lesbian sex. I'm sure there's probably some chicks who like this,\" she said, pointing at the fisting scene on the TV, \"but don't believe what you see, **especially in pornos**.\"\n\n\"What's it like then?\" Kim asked. \"How do you please a woman? All I see are girls riding fingers and sitting on faces and eating each other out...What's it like?\" \n\n\"Are you sure you want to know? Now?\" Michelle asked with a grin. \n\n\"Show me, please?\" Kim begged, clasping and shaking her hands.\n\n\"Okay. This is going to be weird for you but it's going to be fine. If I'm teaching you right, you'll even enjoy it. First things first, Kim. Take a shower.\"\n\nMichelle left the room and shook her head. *Is this right? Am I really going to play with this naive Corn Husker? Fuck, it's been months since I was with someone, maybe this will be good for both of us.*\n\nShe heard the water shut off in the bathroom then entered the steam-filled room. Kim had wrapped a towel over her head and was reaching for the larger one to dry her body. \n\n\"What, here?\" Kim asked, puzzled? \n\n\"No, not here. But I wanted to check something out with you. Have you ever looked at, I mean **really looked at** your own pussy?\"\n\n\"Psshhht, no,\" Kim replied, blushing. \"I mean, I never really needed to. I just feel around and do what I need to do, you know. Why?\"\n\nMichelle put her ands on her shoulders and said, \"Before you can learn to give a woman pleasure, it's about time you learned how to pleasure yourself.\" She took the make up mirror from the closet shelf and put in on the bath math. \"Go ahead and kneel on the mat.\"\n\nKim obeyed and straddled the mirror, magnified side up. Normally she'd look at her pubic mound when she was shaving, but looking at her pussy close up and from the other direction was a revelation.\n\n\"It's so...weird looking,\" Kim said as she gazed at her own anatomy. She re-arranged her position and the mirror to get a better view of her delicate folds and how her skin changed color under her mound. She poked at the darker skin and asked, \"is that, is that normal?\"\n\n\"Sweetheart, yes. Everyone, I mean everyone has complex skin. It's normal and it's healthy, and don't let any person, guy or girl, but especially guys, tell you that you need bleaching. That's so fucked up, okay?\"\n\nMichelle knelt higher, behind her and held the mirror closer to Kim's pussy. \"Just look at your beautiful body, see how it protects your most sensitive areas from dirt, while your vagina cleans itself when things come in. Go ahead and spread your labia a bit.\"\n\nKim gingerly moved her fingers to the outside of her labia and spread them. She gasped when she saw the inner folds of her pussy, bright pink nubs of flesh that moved when she flexed her pelvic muscles. \n\n\"That's. so. cool!\" she exclaimed. \"Where, where is my clit?\"\n\n\"Move your finger a little higher, where your outer lips connect. It sort of looks like a hood, right? Gently massage just left and right of that hood okay?\"\n\nKim felt warm as her body reacted to her own touch. She watched as her clit began to swell between her fingers. She pulled her labia a bit more and saw the shiny pearl for the first time. She tapped it with the pad of her index finger, and reveled in the jolt it sent through her body. She tapped and rubbed around it in tight circles, unconsciously rising and falling from her touch. Kim's other hand found a nipple and tweaked it, looking for a response down below. \n\nMichelle rubbed Kim's arm with a sympathetic stroke. She placed the mirror on the mat and stood up. \"Good, Kim. I want you to explore yourself, here or in your room. Wherever you're more comfortable. But use bright lights. You'll want to see what types of touches and strokes really feel good for you, okay? I'll leave you be.\"\n\nKim looked up to her, teary eyed. \"Thank you, Michelle. If it's okay, I'm going to stay here where it's bright and warm.\"\n\nMichelle bent down and cradled Kim's head by the sides of her face. Kim closed her eyes and licked her lips in anticipation. Michelle planted a warm, tender kiss on Kim's forehead, smelling her freshly shampooed hair before releasing her.\n\n\"Okay, kitten. Enjoy yourself,\" Michelle said, closing the bathroom door. \n\nIt felt good to teach something new, Michelle thought as she showered in her en suite bathroom. How someone could have lived so long without knowing their own body was not surprising but still shocking. She rinsed the body wash as thoroughly as she could before applied her moisturizer. Michelle put on her bath robe then saw Kim, still naked, standing in her bedroom. \n\n\"Okay, Michelle, what's the next part?\"\n\nMichelle gestured for Kim to follow her into the en suite. Kim went in and sat on the closed toilet seat. Michelle pulled open a drawer and retrieved nail clippers, emory board, and a nail brush.\n\n\"I know you keep your nails fairly trim, but I noticed you had a couple fingertips that could use some touching up,\" Michelle said. \"You don't want to scratch anything sensitive with a partner, and you absolutely do not want to give them a UTI.\"\n\nMichelle trimmed the errant nails and buffed them all until they were smooth and blunt. Using the nail brush, she cleaned any dirt underneath. She lifted Kim to her feet and positioned her in front of the sink. Michelle stood behind her, letting Kim's smooth ass press lightly on her hairy mound. She held Kim's hands under the water and showed her how to clean them deeply. Michelle turned off the water and patted her hands dry. She held Kim's soft warm hands and led her to the bed. \n\n\"Come lay with me,\" Michelle said, stretched out on the duvet. Kim crawled into bed and let Michelle move the stray hairs away from her face. Kim was nervous, being so close to Michelle but her sympathetic eyes helped to calm her down.\n\n\"I promise, we won't do anything you're not comfortable with, okay Kim?\" Michelle reiterated. \"We both know this is just a little lesson, okay? You're not a box-eating dyke after one night with a lesbian.\"\n\nKim laughed and nodded. \"I guess I'll have a better appreciation for the female form.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Michelle responded. She put her arm under Kim and pull their bodies close, till their noses were almost touching. \"If you want to know how to please a woman, then you have to start with her mind.\" Michelle craned her neck and gave Kim a deep kiss. \n\nKim was initially shocked but melted in Michelle's arms. She'd never kissed a girl before, and she loved the soft yet supple lips against her own. Michelle felt Kim open her mouth a bit, and she sucked on her lower lip to open it a bit more. Michelle moistened lips then kissed her again, playing with each other's tongues until Kim broke their seal.\n\n\"Are you okay, Kim?\" Michelle asked, stroking Kim's cheek.\n\n\"Yeah, I just...It was nice. But...was I good?\"\n\nMichelle chuckled. \"You were great, kitten.\" She turned around and scooted backwards until she was skin to skin with Kim. When she felt Kim's breasts on her back she reached down and hooked Kim's leg over her own.\n\n\"Kiss my neck, kitten,\" she gently commanded. Kim leaned over and breathed in Michelle's freshly washed skin and pressed her lips into Michelle's neck. \"Oh, yes, kitten, right there.\"\n\nMichelle felt Kim's hand slide forward on its own, cupping her breasts as Kim dabbed more kisses on her neck and shoulders. Michelle's hand caressed Kim's thigh and reached around to her ass, gripping it firmly. \n\n\"You can tell when you're doing things right if you move slow enough kitten,\" Michelle said between soft moans. \"If they hold on to you, like this, it's a good sign.\"\n\nThey spooned on the bed longer until Michelle took Kim's hand and slid it down to her hairy mound. Kim woke out of her daze as her fingertips registered the change. Michelle intertwined her fingers over Kim's and let her massage her dark bush. \n\n\"If you're going to love a woman, love everything about her, everything Mother Nature deemed fit enough to give her, even this.\"\n\n***\n\nTo be continued. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One man's cum is inexplicably one of the most delicious things in the world. He gets a call from a 3 Michelin Star restaurant...
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"content": "I couldn’t believe my ears, I mean my girlfriends enjoyed it..... a lot now to think about it. They set an appointment for them to test “The New Sauce” tomorrow.\n\nHeading in I didn’t really know what to expect, I go straight to the hostess, she looks me up and down in my cheap excuse of interview clothing, “Sir I am sorry but we have a dress code policy which you are not meeting” she tell me with the upmost brutal honesty. “I actually have an appointment with your manager? I have what you guys referred to as The New Sauce?” Her face lights up like a Christmas tree, “Oh my goodness I am so sorry about that here let me take you to her” she says leaving her podium she stand behind. “Follow me” she says with a guiding hand, Seeing her now is no wonder she stands at the front of the restaurant, saying she has an hourglass figure would be an understatement. She leads me through the restaurant where I get the strangest glances from the customers at the restaurant. Going past the kitchen we go up the stairs to a door which leads to the managers office area, “Miss Cavalier? Your 12 a clock?” She says poking her head into the door, “of course! Bring him in!” She gets up from her desk as the Hostess and I enter into the room. Miss Cavalier was a very slender lady that new how to work business attire, “It is so nice to meet you! We have heard many things about you!” She goes to shake my hand which I give, “Thank you for having me Miss Cavalier, I never knew I was this popular” I give a laugh, “Oh yes and call me Miss C” she says with a devilish smirk, “Are establishment is one of the most restaurants for more different tastes” she goes and sits at her desk. “But of course we have to make sure that this sauce lives up to its name” as she says this the hostess stands behind me removing her clothing, underneath her she wears a pair of lacy black lingerie. “Olivia please extract the sauce from our client” Miss C says leaning back in her desk chair, “Yes Mistress C” Tells her. She moves a chair behind me and pushes me into it. Kneeling down in front of me she grabs my belt buckle and undoes my pants. “I have been waiting so long to try this” she says as she pulls my underwear down exposing my hard cock. Grabbing the base Olivia starts sucking on the head, bobbing her head closer and closer to the base of my cock, keeping eye contact with me I almost become hypnotized into her eyes as she sucks me like a Dyson vacuum. She starts moving her hand on my cock as her head moved up and down my shaft, jerking me in the process. Taking her head off my cock she moves to the sides of it and covers my erection in her saliva. Without even leaving my skin she moves down to my balls and sucks on them and jerks my cock with her saliva simultaneously. “I’m gonna cum” I say moaning, “Lovely” Olivia says as she grabs a small canister next to the chair, aiming the canister, she jerks my cock straight into canister. My head tilting back, I cum ropes right into the device. Olivia smiles, standing up, she brings it over to Miss C and presents it to her, “thank you Olivia, would you like to try some before returning to work?” She holds my cum in front of her. Olivia takes a pinky and dips it in, staring at me she sucks her thumb as if her life depended on it, “that is fantastic” raving, “he will fit in very well here”. Miss C has done the same, “oh yesss, When can you start?” She asks me, Olivia begins making her way over to me as I still sit in the chair, “I can start right now if you want” I say very much excited about living this life. “Fantastic, Olivia please show our new Employee to his post” she smiles with a evil grin. “Yes Mistress”, and at that moment it went to dark as Olivia hits me with a Chloroform rag.\n\n\n*2 Months Later*\n\nWe move to a news van parked outside the restaurant swarming with people. We go to a news lady across the street, “We are live in 3....2....1....” The cameraman motions with his hand. “I am standing outside of Café Experimental where their new cuisine has taken the world by storm, to give us the scoop on this new dish is the Manager herself Miss Cavalier!” The News Lady moves a bit and Miss C appears on camera smiling wide at the new business, “Now Miss Cavalier, tell us about your new dish!” The News Lady exclaims excitedly, “Well I cant say too much because it comes from an all natural source from only one animal that we take very good care of” She makes sure to look in the camera when making that remark, “It is some of the best food you will ever try and trust me the price of $500 a plate or bowl is totally worth it” Miss Cavalier explains to the News Lady, “Maybe we can be able to have a free sample?” The News Lady says looking into the camera with a smile, “Yeah that’s not going to happen” Miss Cavalier’s emotions completely change and walks away from the camera to her restaurant. Miss C walks through the front door and to the back of the kitchen, seeing the head chef, “how’s our cow doing?” Miss C jokes with the head chef, “We are running low on Pygeum and we need more Viagra” He exclaims sternly to her, “I’ll stop by Target on my way home and bring it in tomorrow, I am going to go check on him” Miss C says making a B line to the freezer. Entering in she moves a box in the back exposing an additional doorknob and she opens it, walking in it’s very obvious what stand in front of her. In front of her hangs me locked to chains on the wall not being able to move, a feeding tube sits in my mouth, going to an array of different Vitamins, Minerals, Medications, food, and water. I try to scream at her but it’s no use, all that can come out of my mouth now are grunts, especially when I’m cumming, all I can do is cum now. My cock is enwrapped in some tech savvy fleshlight attached to a vacuum tube leading to a large tank of my cum. Most of my days are in darkness though some days like today she stands there, watching me, watching her phone as her bank account increases off of my own cum. I just want to go home someone has to have tried to find me right? Right? \n\n(This is my first r/dirtywritingprompt let me know what you think!)\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] You find out the heavy metal succubus that is determined to ride you is literally made of metal.
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"content": "The sculpture garden was rarely visited on cold days like today, but David liked it that way. He watched with detached amusement as a couple women power walked into the wind while he sat on the park bench, sipping on hot cocoa across from *Seated Faun* by Richard Stainthorp. It was the fifth day in a row that he took his lunch break in front of her, and he wondered if he was bordering on becoming obsessed. \n\nThe piece was certainly alluring, with its lithe, graceful shape simultaneously relaxed with a cloven leg over the other, but made entirely of cold, hard metal. Rays of twisted bars radiated from her center, transitioning to two muscular bands, expertly curved as pert breasts. Her position on the tall pedestal made it impossible to see what hidden treasures she hid with her crossed legs. Her head was cocked to her left, perhaps looking at something next to him, just slightly askew. When he checked the artist's website, David was disappointed to find that the commission fee was well beyond his means. David finished his lunch as construction workers passed between him. \n\n\"Hey, Bobby, check out this bitch's tits,\" said one of the burly men. He ran his gloved hand over her shins and pointed at his friend. \"Bobby, she's hard for me. Get it? I said she's hard for me.\" \n\nHe laughed at his own joke before they both left, totally oblivious to the rage that made David's cheeks blush. The heat of jealously felt like an ember in his throat, generating dark thoughts in his mind. A stiff breeze brought David back to reality and he blinked a few times before settling his breathing again. Lunch was over, and he headed back to work.\n\nThe scene replayed in his mind for the rest of the day, but with different endings. David would have walked up and shamed them for disparaging the arts. In his more heroic scenarios, he would dispatch them with martial art skills he knew he didn't possess in real life. In all of them, the workers would know the error of their ways and David would be lauded for defending *her* honor. \n\nDavid walked back to the garden before going home. The orange street lights cast eerie shadows from the art pieces to the ground. He walked up to *Seated Faun* and stared at her side profile then slipped his bare hand over hers. He felt a wave pass through him, as if reality blurred for a moment, transporting him to the same place, yet different.\n\n\"You have a good eye, David,\" spoke a deep female voice. He looked around but saw no one else. He noticed the color of light changed from sodium orange to a warmer, natural amber, speckled by motes of dust that sparkled in mid air. \n\nDavid watched in surprise as her head head turned to look at him. The metal hand underneath his turned until their palms touched. \"David, I am here to make you feel *so, good*. You do want that, don't you, David?\" \n\nHe staggered backwards and fell on his ass. He couldn't keep his eyes off the two red orbs glowing under her visage, but scooted to the other side of the sidewalk until he hit his head on the trash can. The sculpture hopped off the plinth with the sound of twisting metal, landing with loud thumps. She clomped towards him, never taking its gaze off of his eyes. \n\n\"David, you alone will join me tonight and you alone will know name. I can give you pleasures not imagined for 5,000 years,\" she intoned. She bent down and extended her sinewy hand to him. \"All you have to say is-\"\n\n\"Yes!\" he exclaimed, grasping her hand. His heart raced as he got back on his feet. She was two full heads taller than him, not even counting the horns, so she looked down and cradled his desperate face. \n\n\"Good boy.\" \n\nDavid felt a surge of energy emanating from her fingers, running through his face and over his body. His fear was replaced with carnal urges, making his extremities tingle and itch. His clothes felt like bindings and he tore them off with wild abandon as the electricity ran through him. HIs stood naked, chest heaving, his now massive cock throbbing in his hand. He felt his pre-cum coat his hand as his dick dripped out in steady streams. David wanted to embrace her but she was clearly in control.\n\n\"Eager boy, aren't you? Yes, I can see that you want it badly.\" She dropped her hand and cupped his drooping balls, massaging each one with her fingertips. David tried to stay standing but her touch was powerful and exhilarating. He dropped to his knees and stared at her dark metal crotch. He could feel a heat radiating from the strands steel that formed her wavy pussy. She walked forward, pressing her sex into his face and he was knocked backwards to the ground. \n\nHe looked up and saw he was directly under her mound, and it was getting closer. Her heat baked his skin as she lowered herself, only inches away from his face. It felt like the cast iron radiators from his childhood home, the old pipes knocking water. David felt hot drops of nectar fall from her pussy and drip over his nose, lips, and into his mouth.\n\n\"Lick it, David,\" she commanded. She moaned softly as he craned his neck to lick her hot metal. David found her larger strands of metal could be spread, revealing looser, finer strands inside. He buried his tongue into it, licking every last sweet drop he could find. Her delicate lips pulled him in, holding his face firmly in place. She rocked over his face, dragging it back and forth as she let ripples of her pleasure feed into him. \n\nShe released his face, covered in slick juices, and walked backwards until she stood over his hard cock. David looked up at the goddess above him, an aura of light over her horns. \n\n\"It's time, David. Are you ready?\"\n\nHe nodded and closed his eyes as he heard metal twisting and and contorting, knowing that she was lowering herself onto him. There was a hot flash and a pinch, then a dull ache began to run up and down his cock. He opened his eyes and saw her, kneeling over him, hands pinning him by his elbows. She rode him, covering his cock with slick juices until it slapped loudly between them. He grunted in pain and pleasure as her metal folds and walls screwed around his cock, pressing and caressing him like a roller conveyor belt. David felt his ass being pounded into the ground, her weight both infinite and light as a feather. His wet balls pulled in taut against his base, and he knew he was close. \n\nDavid grunted and felt his heart pounding in rhythm to their grinding. A noise in his mind, a foreign idea planted there, began to form into cogent thought as he came closer to cumming. He thrust up into her as he felt ropes of cum shoot out of his cock. He gurgled and struggled to speak but could not while he was in the throws of ecstasy. Stars sparkled brightly behind his eyes as he took one long breath and screamed her name. \n\nThe next day, the two construction workers walked in the sculpture garden and noticed the empty platform. \"Hey, where's my goat bitch, Buddy?\" \n\n\"Fuck if I know,\" his partner replied. \n\nBuddy's jokester pal slipped on an oddly formed patch of ice and fell on his ass. As he rose, he spied a new statue across the way. It was another metal naked figure, but a man kneeling in prayer, or contrition. \n\n***\nComments and criticism are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A remote Buddhist monastery will allow supplicants to join their ranks if they go to village below at sunset, and return at sunrise. Few return, while many others go home. Still others join the carnal carnival that performs every night in the village.
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"content": "Hands reach out to her from the torch-lit darkness, beckoning. Despite her intentions, despite the knowledge that this will be easier if she doesn’t look, she can’t resist when a woman wearing a silvery mask finally just takes her arm and leads her through the flap of a tent that glows with light from within. \n\n\nHer eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden brightness as her guide leaves her. When she can see, she finds herself in a large, richly-decorated space, draped with silks and heavy with the dizzying smell of incense. There are more masked people, men and women in clothes than amount to nothing more than strips of colored silk. They dance in sensuous patterns, on their own or with other people, like her, who have been led in here by curiosity and temptation. Sometimes they dance with each other, man with woman or man with man, woman with woman, grinding on one another without care for - or perhaps because of - the eyes watching them. The sight is entrancing. She can’t look away, finding their movements to be so brazen, so obviously lustful.\n\n\nAs the watcher, she forgets that she may also be watched. The dancers on display are not the only ones around; they must rest, after all. She didn’t think her stare made it so obvious as to which figures she preferred until soft, feminine warmth presses against her back and hot breath murmurs in her ear, asking if she’d like to dance. And the way that sultry voice says ‘dance’ tells her that it won’t just be a dance, that these simple movements are only the prelude to something far more pleasurable. She tenses up, and the woman behind her lets out a soft laugh, confirming her thoughts. Anything you want to try, the woman says. Anything you’ve ever been too ashamed or scared to ask for. You can have it all, for a night.\n\n\nHer heart is suddenly pounding, her mind full of every fantasy she’s ever had. Anything. Though that can’t be true, she believes it. *Anything* she wants for one night. She knew it would be difficult to resist, but this… this is too much. Especially when the woman gives her a little kiss on the neck and, despite herself, she melts into the touch…\n\n\nShe sat up, dragging in a shaky breath and wiping a hand over her face, finding it came away damp with sweat. She ran her fingers over her head, feeling her hair shaved down to the stubble, and let out a sigh, some of the tension leaving her body. The darkness around her was safe and comforting, familiar. She knew where she was, even if she couldn’t see it. After a minute, she lay back down, turning over and slipping back into sleep.\n\n\nThe woman’s lips are on hers now, soft and full, green eyes looking through the holes of the half-mask. Arms hold around her waist, pressing her against almost-naked curves. She wants to resist- no, she *needs* to resist. She *wants* to stay right here, in this den of pleasure, trading breathtaking kisses with a woman she doesn’t know the name of, only that she’s warm, so warm. On top of the incense, she can smell the woman’s skin, her sweat, her sweet, intoxicating perfume, everything in combination with her lips building the arousal inside her. She should turn away, leave, but if this woman pulls her into the tangle of bodies that now looks less like a dance and more like the beginnings of debauchery, she doesn't know if she could resist.\n\n\nThe masked woman breaks away from the string of kisses, tugging at her hands…\n\n\nHer eyes shot open, returned to blissful darkness. The half-dream, half-memory faded away, but the heat between her legs remained, throbbing and insistent. A few deep breaths did nothing except calm her beating heart, and reluctantly she sat up, crossing her legs and entering the meditation position. Though clearing her mind helped, her thoughts kept drifting to that night, arousal begging her to take matters into her own hands… or fingers. She stayed firm, focusing on her breathing. In... out.... in... out...\n\n\n---------\n\n\nA short one. I liked the ideas you gave me, but I couldn't figure out a way to work them into the story that I was happy with. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple spend a long weekend sorting out their feelings for each other after 15 years of marriage. Their bodies and priorities may have changed but their union is...
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"content": "Between the heavy traffic and pouring rain the “romantic” weekend wasn’t going as planned for husband and wife, Claire and Stephen. After fifteen years things naturally changed. The two still loved each other but it wasn’t as hot as it was when they were college kids.\n\nClaire stepped out from the bathroom with a towel around her. Everyone marveled at how her body looked after four kids but she never saw it, she just saw a fat, wrinkled body even though that was only in her head. \n\nShe looked over st Stephen still asleep in the bed and let the towel drop. She couldn’t remember the last time he saw her completely naked. \n\nAs she bends over and digs through her suitcase she hears her husband whistle from the bed. \n\n“Stephen please. “\n\n“Is it wrong to still find my wife sexy?”\n\n“When she’s an old cow like me it is.”\n\n“Your not old and your not a cow.”\n\n“Yeah yeah, you say that all the time. “\n\nHe sighed and rolled his eyes, he knew there was no talking her out of it. He rolled out of bed and stretched.\n\n“Hey Claire since our breakfast got rained out why don’t you wear the dress you were saving.”\n\nHe smiled and she sighed. \n\n“I was saving it for a special night but the rain isn’t letting up so.”\n\n“That’s the spirit!”\n\nHe said as he left the room to start making breakfast. Claire abandoned her so far fruitless search for underwear and went to the closet. While the bag for her dress and Stephens suit hang there, it was a third bag that caught her eye.\n\nShe took the bag from the closet and laid it on the bed. She could smell eggs cooking and smiled as she unzipped the bag. She blushed as a warmth ran through her body as she picked up the note attached to the hanger. \n\n“For the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Reserved for a special night. \n\nI love you Claire. “\n\nAside from the new dress was a new pair of lacy almost see through lingerie. The set was purple which was Claire’s favorite color. She smiled briefly and took the stuff off the hanger...\n\n“Close enough I guess?”\n\nStephen mumbled to himself as he slid Claire’s breakfast onto a plate. He looked up as he heard the bedroom door creek open. \n\n“Looks better then I imagined and I imagined it looking really good. “\n\nClaire blushed but she was smiling.\n\n“Shut up you dork.”\n\nShe walked over to the table and he pulled the chair out for her. \n\n“I made your favorite breakfast Claire...well I tried anyway. “\n\nHe turned around and picked her plate and set it in front of her. \n\n“Scrambled eggs with ham and cheese slices over it?”\n\n“A ham and cheese omelet. Homemade by your wonderful husband.”\n\nShe giggled and stood up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.\n\n“You are really wonderful...I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch this weekend. “\n\n“Don’t sweat it, I haven’t exactly been the most patience person this weekend either...you look amazing, not just in this dress but everyday.”\n\nShe smiled, fighting back a tear. She kissed him again. She blushed with a smile as he kissed her neck softly and unzipped her dress."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Looking at Their Junk
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"content": "Todd couldn't remember the last time he reached into this part of the bathroom closet. He'd already stowed the towels, wash clothes, and various half-full bottles of \"product\" that Suzy tried and abandoned. The back of the top shelf was dark and dusty, beyond his 5-foot-7 stature. He grabbed a chair and stepped up.\n\n\"Why are we holding onto these weird highlighters,\" he asked, walking into the living room. \n\nSuzy was wrapping the family pictures that documented how they'd bloomed and grown in this house. She turned around to see what he was talking about and saw what he was holding. The small, translucent plastic bin must have been shut for over twenty years. \"Todd, those aren't pens.\"\n\n\"Well, do we need them?\"\n\n\"Do you know what these are?\" she asked him, taking the box. Opening the bin, she thought about the day she bought the test kits, the eternity for the results. \"Todd, these are pregnancy tests. It's Ann.\"\n\nShe pulled out the zip-locked bag and showed him the results window embedded in each pen. Two faint red lines on one, a pink cross on another. \n\nTodd was silent, thinking about their daughter, already moved to Portland, already becoming a smaller part of their lives. This big house no longer made sense, and with the upswing in the real estate market, Suzy and Todd knew it was time to get out.\n\n\"We tried for so long,\" he finally said. \"So many... false alarms,\" he said, trying not to say miscarriages, but one look at Suzy confirmed that she knew what he meant. \n\n\"Ann is a miracle, Todd. Our miracle.\" She stared at the test kits and carefully replaced them in the bin and closed the lid. After Ann, they tried to have another child. They had two more false starts before giving up, deciding to focus all their love into Ann.\n\nTodd could tell Suzy was thinking about the big family they couldn't have. He reached out and held her shoulder warmly, stroking her arm. \"I know sweet heart. I know.\" He walked closer to hug her, kissing the lone tear drop from her cheek. She dropped her head into the crook of his shoulder and pulled him close, feeling the warm from his body. She always and often found comfort in her husband's arms. \n\n\"Do you remember tracking your cycle, giving me the high sign after work?\" he asked. He turned his head to smell her strawberry hair and ran his fingers gently over her temple and her scalp. \"I had a lot of fun trying,\" he whispered.\n\nSuzy lifted her head and giggled. \"Me too.\" She tried to remember the last time they had sex. *Three, maybe four months ago?* she thought. After they stopped trying to have another child, they more or less stopped having sex. She felt depressed about her failing body, and then even spooning became too much to bear for a while. Even after, when they both accepted their situation, she only let him inside her a few times a year. The years were not kind to both of their bodies, changing them from a fit, loving couple, to a couple of loving parents, too busy to take care of themselves.\n\n\"Do- do you still love me,\" she asked, \"in *that* way?\"\n\nTodd let his hand slide over her neck and shoulders before caressing her sides, her rib cage, and her hips. She was curvy in ways that he had grown to love. He felt his heart rate increase, pulsing gently in his neck, awakening more feelings down below. \"Honey, I will always love you. You are the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see before I fall asleep. Of course I still love you.\" He looked down at his stiffening pants and her eyes followed. \"Look what you do to me, sweetheart.\"\n\nHe hugged her tightly so that they both could feel his erection straining between them. She kissed him deeply, loving how warm and soft his lips felt before their tongues played with each other. She felt his hands grab each of her ass cheeks and pull her up, sending jolts of pleasure that she almost forgot about but yearned to feel again and again. \n\nTodd broke off their kiss with soft panting. He spun her around and held her back against him, his cock resting on her ass. His hands slowly moved up and down her torso, sliding under her shirt to feel her breasts. Her bra provided a silky contrast to her warm skin as he slid up and down.\n\n\"Oh god,\" she murmured, rocking her hips up and down his covered shaft. She loved that he was so hard for her, that he delighted in her body after all these years. He nibbled on her neck and ears and she squirmed under his affections. She reached over her head and held the back of his head, pressing him into her shoulder. \n\nHe let one hand drift past her belly and slide under her waistband. His finger parted her hairy mound and found her warm lips. He curled his finger under her hood and she gasped as he ran small, slow circles on her clit. He loved how she dipped her body with his touch, finding a rhythm they both could play.\n\nShe opened her eyes and realized they were still standing in the messy living room. Suzy stepped away and broke their embrace, then took his hand. \"Let's do this like fucking grown ups,\" she said with a smile. As she led him upstairs to their bedroom, she could hear him hastily unbuckle his pants. *Oh god, it **has** been that long*, she thought, chuckling.\n\nSuzy pulled her shirt over her head and heard his pants drop to the floor. She was going to unclasp her bra but felt his hands unhook the back. She turned around and looked at him, naked with desire, then slowly let the bra straps fall off her shoulders. She loved teasing him a little, watching the lust in his eyes as he gazed at her. The bra hit the floor and she draped her arms on his shoulders, letting him heft her breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth.\n\n\"Mmm,\" Todd hummed. He lapped at her firm nipples, feeling her chest rise and fall. Her large breasts felt like warm pillows on his cheeks, and he wanted to fall into them forever. His aching cock began to slide over her thighs as they both swayed. He gently led her to the edge of the bed and helped her lie down without breaking the seal with his mouth. Todd slid down, kissing her chest, her soft belly, and hips. He loved how she giggled when he caressed her hips in just the right place. Rising up, he tugged at her wet panties until they slipped past her legs and ankles. \n\nTodd knelt between her legs and began kissing his way up. Suzy purred as he planted kisses on her inner thighs, then dipped into her sex. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as he licked her pussy, nuzzling into her clit. He pressed his nose into her, drinking in her musky scent as he lapped in and around her lips. He loved how she moved his head around, teaching him the secret spots that gave her more pleasure. \n\nSuzy closed her eyes and relaxed, letting Todd's hot tongue play with her pussy. The flat of his tongue felt like a soft ache in her belly, while the tip of his tongue on her clit was like a tingle, and jolt that punctuated her arousal. She knew she was close to the edge when she couldn't stop rocking her hips clutching the bed sheets as her body built up her orgasm.\n\nTodd held onto her hips as she rocked hard into him, cumming on his mouth. He tasted her wet pussy as she shuddered with every lick, closing her legs around his head as she bucked and rolled until she relaxed. He crept up over her heaving chest and kissed her again, letting them taste their love together.\n\n\"I need a minute,\" she said, exhausted. She scooted up the bed and Todd laid down beside her, rubbing her belly. \"That was... I really needed that,\" she said, smiling.\n\n\"I'm happy to give it to you, Suzy. Any time, any place.\" Todd felt his excitement waning but didn't mind. He also loved just being with her, skin to skin. He held her face and cleared the stray hairs over her eyes and forehead, tucking them behind her ear. She kissed him and rolled halfway over his body, placing a leg between his, then felt his chest. She listened to his heart beat and felt calm and loved. Suzy could feel his cock grazing her side and she reached down help him get hard again, and she smiled as he stiffened in her hand. She slowly moved her hand up and down, listening to his soft groans deep in his chest. \n\n\"Do you want to fuck me?\" she whispered, playing with his tip with her thumb. She straddled his belly and leaned down to kiss him, then slid her body until she felt his cock against her entrance. She gasped as she took his head and stayed there, letting her pussy get used to his girth again. *He's such an ass man*, she thought, as she felt him grip and massage her butt. \n\nTodd closed his eyes and focused on the tightness around the head of his cock. It felt like he hit a warm wall, one that needed some coaxing or time before he could go further. \n\nSuzy braced herself at his shoulders and pushed herself down on him, breaching the knot that guarded her inner sanctum. She yelped and moaned at the twin sensations of pleasure and aching until the pain dissipated. She sat up and began to ride him, loving the full feeling in her pussy as he moved in and out of her.\n\nTodd looked at Suzy's eyes as she rocked on him. He loved how she bit her lip and held her breasts as they gently crashed into each other. He couldn't hold back any more and held her hips as he shot load after load of cum in her tight pussy. She held onto his hands and smiled as he jerked into her. As he slowed down, she eased off him and laid back down by his side.\n\nThey laid there for a while, looking at each other with love and affection as they cooled down. \n\n\"I guess those boxes aren't going to move themselves,\" she said after a while, getting up. She felt his hand grab hers and pull her back down to bed.\n\n\"Moving can wait, love.\" They laughed and embraced, not sure if they had another round in them, but knew they were going to find out.\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man discovers a whole new set of pressure points on his girlfriend. However, they’re decidedly more... intimate than the pressure points we all know of.
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"content": "Dust devils swirled at Ken's feet as he walked through the broken remains of the city. Harsh light reflected off of mirrored windows still attached to leaning skyscrapers, heating the rock and crumbled concrete in a haze of dry, choking air. Still, he walked, until his path was blocked by the mutant gang, the Red Mohairs.\n\nKen stood mute, as the bald and tatted road warriors surrounded him with their kill cycles. As the dust cloud settled, the sleaze lord approached. He was as tall and broad as two men, scars lining his face like broken glass. \n\n\"You forgot to pay the toll, stranger,\" he shouted at Ken. \"We're here to collect.\" The leader smiled, showcasing his teeth, filed down to gleaming points.\n\n\"Heh heh, yeah boss,\" the goon concurred. \"Ass, gas, or grass, punk. No one walks for free.\" He swung a barbed chain menacingly over his head and aimed for Ken's head. Ken let the chain graze his cheek before grabbing it and yanking the thug off his feet. Ken threw the links back at him, breaking his face.\n\n\"You dare mess with us?\" the gang leader squawked. He drew a lead pipe, studded with spikes and rotted heads of his latest victims.\n\nKen cracked his knuckles and stared back with dead eyes. \"You can still leave in one piece if you all leave town now.\"\n\nSleaze lord charged with tremendous speed. Despite his imposing frame, he was also extremely agile. The spiked cudgel slammed into the ground, exactly where Ken was, a millisecond before. The ground broke apart, flinging asphalt into the air. As the leader looked for Ken's splattered remains, Ken tapped his shoulder from behind. \n\nKen delivered delivered a flurry of punches and finger taps, hitting the gang leader's secret pressure points, screaming \"Atta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Whua-Tah!\"\n\nThe leader touched his chest. \"That tickled, you little runt. I'm going to enjoy tearing your asshole apart.\"\n\nKen didn't even look back. \"How can you do that, when you've already cum.\"\n\nSleaze lord felt his cock stiffening, bigger than ever before until it dragged on the ground. \"Wh-what's going on- argh!\" He dropped to his knees and fell backwards as his painful erection reached for the sky. He grunted and screamed as his cock shot a geyser of semen into the air. The ribbons of cum didn't stop, splattering in torrents, over the road and the terrified gang members. \n\nKen walked methodically to each one, swiftly tagging their lethal erogenous zones. They each fell face down, only to be tossed over by their own violent ejaculate. Ken walked on, leaving the clean-up to the dusty wind. \n\n***\n*Omae Wa Mou Iku.* Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A Story of a Girl... That You Know
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"content": "(Prepare for some weirdness)\n\n1 - Mia\n\n2 - You know the stereotypical crazy ex-girlfriend? Mia is her crazy (but fun) goth-ish sister. She’s always either really high-energy, or really high. Super nice and caring to her friends, tries to be tough/badass with people she doesn’t like. Skinny, short-ish brown hair, cute features and face, looks like she could be an attractive female sidekick in an indie movie.\n\n3 - I’d love for some initially-hesitant-but-eventually-wholesome FF stuff. \n\n4 - Here’s the specific-ass scenario I was thinking about: I want another woman to shrink her down to 6 inches tall and keep her as a little pet. I’ll leave specific details up to you, but basically a girl decides Mia is cute and wants to keep her, so she shrinks her. As a hilarious twist: maybe it’s her shrink that does this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An espionage organization has seduction and erotic skills training for its agents. One day, the training gets out of hand...
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"content": "(Sorry, this took so long--I got a bit carried away in my writing. And I still want to write more, as well--this isn't all that I had wanted to write, but I figured it was better to give you what I had now, rather than risk burning out...)\n\n​\n\nThe road to becoming a member of the Agency had been long and hard. The Agency had only ever offered a single position—with over twenty applicants vying for the role. Whether they were there because of a sense of duty, of patriotism, or just a yearning for adventure made little difference; now only three people remained. The physical conditioning, combat and stealth training, atop all the lessons in psychology and etiquette, had sharpened Harry’s mind and chiseled his body into an instrument worthy of ogling. His lean muscles were born of practicality, not vanity, and his body moved with confidence and purpose, even when he felt neither of those things. It had also taught him to be prepared for anything. It was with that thought that he walked through the party, scanning the room with for his target.\n\nHer name was Cynthia Murray—though she preferred Cyndy—and she was the daughter of a banker who did business with a few shadowy figures that the Agency wanted to look into.\n\nHe was supposed to find her and seduce her. It sounded easy enough on paper, but so had all of his other tests; the practical application of what he had learned had always proved more difficult. These practical examinations were what had culled his original group of twenty down to three.\n\nHe couldn’t help but smile when he finally found her. Some had described his smile as charming. Tonight, it felt a bit more predatory. She was a bespectacled beauty with curled chocolate tresses and bee-stung lips that begged to be kissed. She was in an elegant white dress that complemented her body—pressing her cleavage together and draping sensuously off her delightfully round behind. Seducing her wouldn’t be the most painful thing he’d have to do in the name of the Agency…\n\nHer blue eyes weren’t focused on him, but that was fine. They would be soon enough. And by the end of the night, she’d be wrapped around his finger in more ways than one…\n\nA moment later, his heart skipped a beat as he saw her.\n\nEmma.\n\nOne of the three remaining candidates.\n\nWas she here on her own assignment, searching for her own target? To distract and/or undermine him? Such assumptions may have seemed paranoid, but it was how he had lasted so long.\n\nWhile he had only ever seen her at the Agency Compound while training or in classes, she had always worn her hair up in a practical, if stern, bun. Tonight, it cascaded down her back like a river of gold. Whereas Cyndy was beautiful in her white dress, Emma was wearing a red dress that was nothing short of pure sex.\n\nIt was wrapped around her like a crimson rose about to bloom. She had an air of superiority around her that suggested she was untouchable—too much for the average man to handle, so don’t bother. Whereas Harry moved with confidence and purpose, Emma moved with grace and meaning\n\nShe displayed that quite plainly as she reached out and brushed back Cyndy’s hair, tucking it behind an ear. The brunette blushed, but Emma said something—whatever it was that spilled from Emma’s glossy lips brought a smile to Cyndy’s.\n\nWas Emma into women?\n\nRealizing it didn’t matter, Harry approached them. He needed to take control of the situation.\n\n“Hey, who’s your new friend?” he said to Emma as he moved beside her. Emma’s eyes widened for a moment when she saw him—as caught off guard as he had upon seeing her. Well, that was a relief, at the very least.\n\n“Hi, I’m Cyndy!” the brunette smiled, offering her hand.\n\n“Nice to meet you.” Harry took her hand and kissed it, bringing another blush to the young girl’s cheeks. Emma rolled her eyes at the gesture, but Harry was simply using his weapons in the same way that the blonde was using hers.\n\n“And you are?”\n\nHarry looked to Emma for an answer. Realizing that denying their relationship would raise more questions than it would quell, Emma was forced to find a reasonable reply.\n\n“This is Harry,” Emma said, carefully painting a smile back on her face. “We work in the same office.” It was a good answer—it wasn’t even that far from the truth. “Ooh, look, here are our drinks!” Emma continued as the bartender came over, sliding two cocktails across the countertop with a wink. “Too bad you don’t have one,” the blonde murmured coolly, turning away from Harry as she handed Cyndy her drink.\n\n“Oh, don’t be like that! I’m sure Harry can join us,” Cyndy pouted as she accepted her drink. “Harry, why don’t you order something?”\n\nAnd, just like that, Harry was in. Emma may not have liked it, but Cyndy didn’t seem to mind and the brunette was all that mattered at the moment.\n\nDespite their dislike of each other, despite them being in direct competition, Harry and Emma worked well together. The complemented each other’s techniques, with Harry’s charm and Emma’s seduction prodding and pushing through Cyndy’s defenses and inhibitions. Harry even found Emma laughing and smiling at his jokes, taking her attention off of Cyndy for a moment to touch Harry’s shoulder or occasionally brush his hand with her own. He wasn’t sure if she was simply acting or if all his hours of practicing textbook seduction were finally paying off. The cocktails that Cyndy nervously sipped and Emma expertly drained definitely helped.\n\nEventually, Harry suggested that they go somewhere quieter to continue their conversation. Cyndy seemed a bit reluctant to concede, but when Emma slid a hand across the brunette’s bare shoulder, their target nervously suggested they head up to her room. She led the way, slowly making her way out of the party and up the stairs, glancing back at her companions.\n\nEmma placed a hand on Harry’s forearm and squeezed it, clearly excited. Her eyes were glowing with mischief and the way she bit her lip made Harry’s manhood throb. He could have sworn that she had an extra sway in her hips as she followed Cyndy. His fellow prospective agent’s short skirt gave him quite the view as she made her way up the stairs, teasing him with glimpses at her round bottom and with the sight of her toned legs slowly scissoring back and forth.\n\nHarry had to take a deep breath as he slowly followed the two women. Two women heading upstairs together didn’t necessarily mean anything. A man and a woman heading upstairs together would send a clear message of their intentions, even if no sex actually happened. Three people heading upstairs together would gather an unwarranted amount of attention. So he took his time, letting the view of the two women striding up the stairs fade from memory before he strode up the stairs like he was a man in serious need of the toilet.\n\nHowever, when he entered the bedroom, he found it strangely empty. For a moment, his heart sunk. Had he entered the wrong room? Had he taken too long to join the girls? He’d barely been five minutes behind—if that! But he forced himself to calm down as she looked around the room. Finding a laptop sitting on her dresser, Harry quickly opened it and inserted his Agency USB. Even if he couldn’t find Cyndy and Emma again, his mission wouldn’t be a complete failure as long as he could upload a spyware program that could track the activity on the household’s entire network.\n\nAs soon as he began the upload, he heard a crash that made him jump. His eyes went in the direction of the sound—a room on the far side of the room that showed the telltale glow of a light underneath the door. Seeing that he’d need some time before his spyware completed its upload, he moved to the door. If it was a guard, he could try to use the old ‘looking for the bathroom’ excuse. At the very worst, he’d have to find a place to hide a body.\n\nThe sight he found when he opened the door didn’t do anything to calm him down."
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"content": "Contains BDSM\n***\nCarmen placed the large package on the kitchen table. The packaging was discrete, the only clue as to its contents was the large warning along the tape: Open Carefully, DO NOT CUT. She fetched a butter knife from the drawer and shimmied it under one end of the tape and pried off an edge. As she peeled back the tape, Emily walked into the kitchen.\n\n\"They came? Today?\" she asked, excited. She gasped as she lifted the clear garment bag from the box and looked at the catsuit. Emily tore away the plastic and draped the outfit over the table. \"Oh my god, this is so cool!\"\n\nCarmen pulled the other catsuit from the box. Hers was cherry red, with a matching cowl. The headpiece looked a little wrinkled, but the online store said it would stretch tight. After unpacking the other accessories and cleaning kits, she threw the box to a corner.\n\n\"Come on, come on!\" Emily said impatiently. \"I want to try the on.\"\n\n\"Patience, pet. You need to control your impulses.\" Carmen stroked Emily's hair sympathetically. \"Let's have a little discipline.\"\n\nEmily shook her head and pouted. \"I've never wanted anything so bad in my life than to put on this suit right fucking now.\"\n\n\"Don't be greedy,\" Carmen said. She grabbed Emily's jaw firmly, surprising her partner. \"Be a good girl and hang these up in the bathroom. They need to air out anyway. If you're not a *good girl*, then we'll have to find a suitable punishment, okay?\"\n\nEmily could tell by her tone that she meant it, where *it* could be anything from paddle spanks to orgasm denial for days. Carmen's grip dug into her cheeks, and Emily's eyes darted erratically as she submitted to Carmen's demand. \"Yesh Carmen,\" she managed to reply. \"I'll be a good girl.\"\n\nCarmen released her and Emily rubbed her sore cheeks. Carmen gently put her hands over Emily's and kissed her mouth. \"That's my sweet girl. Now hang these up and we'll play with them later.\"\n\n​\n\"This looks like so much work,\" Emily said, standing in the bathroom on large beach towels. She had her hair pinned up to uncover every inch of her skin as Carmen patted her body with talc. She looked down and frowned as her sexy pale body looked more like a powdered doughnut. \n\n\"You'll thank me later, trust me,\" Carmen said sympathetically. \"Now lift your foot.\"\n\nEmily complied and Carmen slid the rolled up leg of the catsuit over her foot. Emily switched legs and Carmen helped with the other side. Emily had to admit, the talc made it easier to slide the latex over her thighs and hips. She found the sleeves and eased slender hands into them. She looked into the mirror and saw Carmen standing behind her.\n\nShe reached into the suit with both hands, around to Emily's breasts. Emily closed her eyes as she felt Carmen lift her breasts and play with her hardening nipples. \n\n\"Sorry, pet,\" Carmen said as she fitted her breasts into the tailored suit cups. \"You're not going to feel a whole lot with your puppies in here. Are you ready to be closed in?\"\n\nEmily nodded and she felt Carmen's hands on the zipper that rested at the top of her ass. As she lifted the back zipper, Emily felt her body compressing as the suit tightened around her waist, ribs, and shoulders. Then the zipper reached the top of her neck and she shivered. \n\n\"It feels like, I'm being touched everywhere, all the time. My god this is amazing.\" Emily touched her shoulders and slid her hands over her breasts. Carmen was right; all she could feel was diffuse pressure as the suit acted like a second skin. Suddenly she realized the implication. The steel rings sewn into her collar jangled as she turned around.\n\n\"I can feel the suit but nothing else. Am I doing this right?\"\n\n\"Yes, my pet, you've got it right. When you are in this suit, I will control how and when you get to feel pleasure, when you get the privilege of my touch, and **if** you get to cum. Are you ready to give me that?\"\n\nEmily's mind was racing. Carmen was playfully dominant before but this was a whole new level and she was suddenly very eager to find out how far she'd go. \"Yes, I'll be a good girl.\"\n\n\"Good, now let's put on the mask and gloves.\" \n\n​\nEmily opened her eyes and she was kneeling on the floor of their bedroom with a leash in her collar, the other end tied to the bedpost. Even though she could see clearly through the eye holes in the mask, even though she was in a familiar place, Emily never felt more trapped. The skin-tight suit reminded her that she could not get out, not without Carmen's help, or permission. The thought about her total domination was both exhilarating, sending mixed signals and fear and pleasure inside her. The could feel a dampness building from her pussy, but when she tried to touch it, her hands pulled against the wrist cuffs, connected to a belt. \n\n\"Sorry, pet,\" Carmen said, turning off the bathroom light. \"No touching without permission.\"\n\nEmily gazed hungrily at Carmen, in her red suit. The latex shimmered in the lamplight, like it was living oil, a moire pattern that baffled her mind. Carmen wore matching thigh boots, offering a contrast of hard, tailored PVC over the smoother latex. She looked like a demon as her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor. Emily smelled the lube that made Carmen's suit so shiny and wanted to dive into her but only bit her lip in anticipation. \n\n\"If you want to stop, at any time, the safe word is 'butterball.'\"\n\n\"Butterball?\"\n\nCarmen zipped up the Emily's mouth hole. \"Try again.\"\n\n\"Bufferbull.\"\n\n\"Close enough,\" Carmen said, smiling. She unlocked Emily's wrist cuffs and took the leash off the bed post. \"Now, pet. On your hands and knees.\"\n\nEmily complied and stared at the floor as she heard Carmen walk around her. It felt like an eternity of silence until she felt a light touch on her ass. The cat suit didn't transmit much sensation, only a whisper of something happening on the outside. Inside, Emily's mind and body were building a mountain of frustration. She wanted more but the suit was blocking her completely. She started to whimper and the heat from her breath, trapped in the mask made it humid and sticky. Still, she kept her position as Carmen teased her butt and back. \n\nSomething blunt rolled over her lower back and traced a line between her legs. Emily arched her back at the surprise but like before, she was left wanting more. \n\nCarmen unzipped the mouth hole. \"Tell me, my pet. Do you feel frustrated?\" she whispered from behind.\n\n\"Y-yes, my lady.\"\n\n\"Well you have been so good up to this point, I think you deserve a reward.\" Carmen walked back into Emily's view and revealed the shiny black strap-on dildo hanging from her legs. It was slightly curved, not long but very meaty. Carmen brought it to her face, letting it tap her covered cheek. \"Have a taste.\"\n\nEmily put the tip in her mouth and moaned as she sucked on the head. She was craving any kind of touch that she didn't care that the cock was fake, she wanted to feel anything. She gagged a little as Carmen dipped it to the back of her throat, until Emily released it with a strand of saliva connecting the dildo to her lower lip.\n\n\"Good girl,\" Carmen said, patting her on the head. She zipped the mouth hole closed again and Emily whimpered loudly. \"Oh my, I thought you were a good girl. Good girls don't beg.\"\n\nCarmen disappeared behind Emily again. Emily didn't mean to sound so frustrated but she was going out of her mind with lust. Her belly was aching for something to feel, something more than the static, omnipresent suit. She felt a tug at her belly and when she looked down, she saw Carmen's hand grab another zipper, the one that exposed her pussy and ass. The cold air rushed over her exposed skin and she closed her eyes as the feeling came back to her. \n\n\"Ah!\" Emily yelped when Carmen spanked her pussy, followed by nine more blows. Carmen's hand became wetter and wetter as she slapped with firm strikes. Emily flinched with each spank, moaning for relief in between. After the tenth spank, Carmen massaged her pussy with a lubricated hand, soothing her delicate lips. \n\nEmily heard the jangle of the leash as Carmen held it from behind. She felt the cold tip of the dildo resting at her pussy, but she dared not back up. She was dying but she had to wait, and she knew Carmen was testing her. They stayed like this for a few minutes, Emily's cream, mixed with lube dripped down her catsuit.\n\n\"Are you a good girl?\" Carmen asked.\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" Emily replied.\n\nCarmen's answer was a quick thrust into Emily's pussy and a firm grip on the leash. Emily moans were stifled in the suit as she was pulled back and pushed out at the same time. The dildo felt amazing in her tight wet pussy, sending shockwaves all over her body. Emily was so pent up with desire she could barely hold herself up as Carmen fucked her with wild abandon.\n\nTheir suits squeaked and slapped as Carmen's rhythm increased. She could see Emily's legs start to shake and she knew her lover was about to climax. She bent over and pulled Emily up from the ground. Holding onto her latex breast with one hand, she unzipped her mouth hole with the other.\n\n\"Good girl. Good girl,\" she said encouragingly. \"I give you permission to cum.\"\n\n\"Thank you!\" Emily yelled then shuddered as the orgasm curled her toes and sent her belly into spasms. \"F-fuck, yes!\" she exclaimed through spit covered lips. Emily's hips rocked and bucked a few more times before she subsided, and Carmen let her lie on the floor.\n\n\"Are you okay, my pet?\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" she replied. Emily could only hum, words failing to appear in her mind. \n\n\"Good,\" Carmen said, standing up. She laid down on the bed and unzipped the hole that covered her sex. \"You have some more cleaning to do, my dear.\"\n\nEmily sat up and smiled at the sight. She stared with sharp eyes and crawled over to service her lady.\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The 12th Annual Braxton County Pussy Eating Contest
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"content": "I don't think that I'm a love guru, no sage in the sack, and I have no wise words to give to the folks who seek to know how to be a great lover. Unfortunately, my reputation precedes me. Some time ago, I was asked by a man, rather bluntly, how I came to be so adored by the fairer sex. I told him this:\n\nI had just come of age that year, having spent the majority of my life suffering through all the learning mandated by the state of East Dakota. Released from my educational internment, I had two paths before me: one that led to more learning, inherent suffering, and crippling debt, and another that provided slow but steady income; enough to live on, but without really 'living.' The summer months stretched ahead of me like the long track of the sun overhead as I hemmed and hawed over my choice. Neither one seemed optimal, but Pa was already packing my suitcase, getting ready to boot me out of the only place I called home. \n\nOn one such day, I tried to find an answer to my conundrum by walking to the park and there noticed a commotion under a big tent. A line of townsfolk wrapped around the park, slowly moving into the the billowing big top. I stopped and asked old Frank Grables, who happened to be in line, what was the deal.\n\nHe looked exasperated at my question. \"Don't you know? Oh! Of course not, you just turned eighteen!\" he said. Frank motioned for me to join him and I stood along side him under the full shade of an elm tree. \"This, my dear fellow, is the contest to end all contests, the greatest challenge ever set before mankind. We are to bear witness to a battle of giants who walk among us, in a conflagration the likes of which not seen before, nor possibly ever again!\"\n\nFrank loved a turn of phrase, and I appeased him by smiling and nodding as he continued to describe the nuances of the epic battle we were going to see. I should have studied more in school, having only caught half, or a third of what he was saying. Although his hand gestures were graphic enough for me to understand the gist of it.\n\n\"You see son, Allister is from England, and they do things differently than men around here,\" he continued. \"That may work against him, as the uh, *local talent* aren't used to his ways.\"\n\n\"Although perhaps his peculiarities could work in his favor, being so *exotic*, such as it is,\" Frank continued. \"One thing is for sure, and that is that our local hero will have to work harder than ever before if he is to emerge victorious.\"\n\n\"And what of the mysterious finalist,\" asked an avid fan in front of us. \"The Masked Marvel has gone undefeated in regional championships.\"\n\n\"Poppycock!\" Frank exclaimed. \"Upstarts and flashes in the pan always resort to *theatrics*,\" he said with a certain flair. \"Around here, style never wins over substance.\"\n\nBy now, we had reached our seats at the back of the bleachers that faced a large stage. Dim light allowed us to continue our parley to our faces, while spotlights illuminated three empty barstools and a microphone, resting in a stand. I heard the church bell at St. Mary's rang three times, and we were plunged into darkness and silence.\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen!\" boomed a voice from above. \"Welcome to the 12th Annual Braxton County Pussy Eating Contest!\" The tent exploded with applause, hoots and hollers. \"It all comes down to this, your three finalists have been preparing for weeks and now are ready to take the stage. Let's give them all a warm welcome, please! \n\n\"From Oxford, England, he's the bloke with the poke, the artful roger, the London Undergrind, it's Allister McCradle!\" A mix of applause and hectoring rained down from the bleachers as a man walked onto stage. He wore a pin striped suit with a bowler hat and monocle, affecting, but not quite pulling off, a certain level of class.\n\n\"Our next contestant hails from Winnepeg, a regional champion who has so many notches, they had to invent a new belt, please welcome the Canadian curler, the loon for the poon, the hero of the Cummin-wealth, it's the Masked Marvel!\"\n\nMore boos and even a shoe hit the stage as they walked up in an impenetrable cloak and cowl. It looked as if a demon had stepped up to do battle that day.\n\n\"And finally, the man who needs no introduction, he's the two-time champion, the man with the glans, the inventor of the Cooper scooper Ollie Ooper, your local hero, Earl Grindhouse!\"\n\nThe audience roared to a fever pitch level as he pranced on the stage, wearing leather pants and nothing else. His broad chest gleamed in the spotlight, brighter than his seemingly infinite smile. When he dropped his massive tongue, the crowd went wild, much to the chagrin of Mr. McCradle, who sneered and looked away.\n\n\"The rules are quite simple,\" the emcee continued. \"When we ring the bell, each contestant will have one hour to pleasure as many women as they can. They can touch the women anywhere on their bodies, but only their mouths can touch the ladies' sex. Once their lady reaches completion, the woman will ring their bell and a new one will take her place. \n\nWhile we're here, let's give a round of applause for our volunteers from the Aurora State Community college! To keep it fair, we've randomly assigned each one to a different seat, and no one knows who has been assigned where. Are you ready, gentlemen?\" \n\nThe contestants knelt at each stool, occupied by a woman, wearing nothing but a smile. The bell rang and they dove in. \n\nAllister wasted no time and wrapped his mouth over her entire pussy. It looked like he had dislocated his jaw and was literally eating her entire mound. Her look of shock and surprise was replaced by half open eyes as she bit her lip in an effort to hold back. Allister was relentless, thrusting his face into her pussy with power and confidence. She gripped his hair as the orgasm curled her toes and spine, sending shivers over her body. She rang the bell and nearly fell of the stool.\n\nEarl's technique was all tongue twisters, in that he slathered his woman's pussy with long strokes of his tongue while he twisted and played with her nipples. His partner seemed to enjoy extra sensation, moaning between soft, ragged breaths. A mixture of his saliva and her juices pooled on the stool and the floor below as he kept her wet and wild. A slight flick of the tongue between her pussy and anus sent her over the edge and she rang her bell.\n\nThe Masked Marvel was already onto their second woman. The first woman came in under a minute. The Marvel's costume obscured most of their technique but it looked like it involved working the entire body, from foot to face. No place was left alone, no patch of skin ignored, no erogenous zone left untouched. When the Marvel returned to the center of the woman's pleasure, all that was left was the ringing of the bells.\n\nThe trio continued at this pace, only taking a few moments to drink water and stretch their legs. The stage was a flurry of activity as women entered with vim and vigor, only to leave staggering like drunkards, some having to be led off in gurneys. The mood of the crowd changed several times as the tide turned on each contestant at some point during the match. The air in the tent was heavy and laden with wonton desire, and it filled our nostrils with raw lust. The security made sure no one rushed the stage, or attempted to go back stage, but they could not stop the crowds from whipping out their manhoods and abusing themselves right in the bleachers. My only reprieve was that I was sitting in the back of the bleachers, because cum flows *down*. Frank Grables was a dirty old man, but he was a smart, dirty old man. \n\nThe bells at St. Mary's chimed again, and the contest was over, save for the counting. After conferring with the side judges, the emcee returned to the microphone.\n\n\"After the final tally, we have the results. In third place, with nine completions, Allister McCradle!\" \n\nThe Brit hung his head and wiped his hand before shaking the contestants'.\n\n\"And, the winner of the 12th Annual Braxton County Pussy Eating Contest, setting a new record of twenty-five completions in one glorious hour, is... The Masked Marvel!\"\n\nEarl collapsed to his knees, tears in his eyes as the news hit him like a sack of twenty-five wet pussies. The crowd cheered for the new champion, having set the bar so high for the first time. The emcee presented the trophy, depicting a thick pair of lips sitting cross-legged on a barstool and waved the Masked Marvel over. \n\n\"Congratulations! Please, do you have anything you'd like to say?\"\n\nThe crowd fell silent as the mask came off for the first time.\n\n\"I've heard many people tell me that I was foolish for joining this sport,\" the fiery redheaded woman started, \"That no one would be able to please a woman the way that a man could, that there are no other ways to unlock the feminine mystery except through brute force. \n\n\"Let me be the more than an exception to the rule. Let me tell you that the puzzle box isn't something to devour, something to slobber over, nor anything else you can imagine. The moment you realize it's not a secret vault to coax open, but one part of a bank that has many other needs, then you will begin to understand life a bit more.\"\n\nThe crowd gave her a standing ovation and cheered as she hoisted the trophy over her head. I spent the rest of my life trying to understand what she said, and while I can't say I've been a total success, I'm humbled by compliments I've received.\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] I’d wished for my shoes to become eye-catchers....but not like this.
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"content": "\"This is not what I wanted! This is clearly not what I wanted\" Randy apparently felt the need to make his feelings about the situation be as explicit as possible, maybe in an attempt to make clear to Paige that he was not satisfied with her service.\n\n\n\"Oh, sorry your majesty, I didn't know you didn't want me to create an abomination, you should have been more clear\" Paige said as she sat on the couch and fiddled with her wand. \"I told you I was still in training, I told you that Seth had mostly taught me erotic spells, I told you he would be here tomorrow. But no, you wanted your fancy shoes now! And you wouldn't budge until I tried! This is your fault!\"\n\n\nRandy kicked a soda can as he looked at the thing. That what was previously his favorite pair of shoes was now a... Horrible insult to good taste. The anthroshoe crawled towards his feet. \"Paige, what is it doing?\"\n\n\nPaige couldn't help but to laugh. \"I think it wants you to wear her!\" She laughed harder as the anthroshoe removed Randy's sock and started to lick his foot.\n\n\nThe door opened \"I'm here, what's the emergency\" Seth said in a casual tone before he saw what was actually happening. \"Oh, that. You need to boot her. You know, like fisting, but with your foot.\"\n\n\nRandy started screaming and protesting, as the anthroshoe slowly pulled down the panties she had stolen from Paige's drawer when no one was looking. She made sure to shove her \"butt\" as close as she could to Randy's face, before she showed him her hole.\n\n\nIt took a lot of inner strength, and the threat of his magician friends about turning him into something worse, before Randy shoved his foot deep inside her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she offered to be my wing girl, I didn't expect the night to end in a threesome
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"content": "John stared at the printed handout, another PowerPoint deck riddled with bullet points. The session speaker droned on with a flat, forgettable tone. Ironically, his presentation was about boosting employee engagement. John looked over to his right and his parter had doodled an impressively accurate picture of the man behind the lectern, getting drilled by the South Park Satan.\n\nHe tapped her thigh under the table, getting her attention. \"How did you do that so fast?\" he whispered.\n\n\"The secret is not giving a fuck about this whole bullshit convention,\" Dana said, smiling.\n\nThey both slipped out of the hotel conference room when the speaker opened up for Q&A and grabbed waters from the refreshment table. \n\n\"You know,\" John started, \"we're supposed to make copies of these handouts for the team when we get back. I'm not sure how they'd feel about your editorial comics.\"\n\n\"Just keep your copies clean, no big deal,\" she replied. She let her messenger back fall to the ground then bent down to put her artwork into a pocket. John stared at her round ass while she shuffled her papers below him. He never thought of her in that way before but when she rose up and fixed her bob cut hair, he tried and failed to look casual. \"Jesus John, can you close your mouth? You look like a dead fish.\"\n\n​\n\nAt lunch, John poked at his salad, trying to stab a cherry tomato. Dana watched him struggle with the vegetable with amusement. \"John, just use your fucking hands, already,\" she finally said. She picked it off of his plate and swirled it in front of his face. \n\n\"Here comes the airplane, open up for landing... yeeearaarrooo,\" she said in a motherly tone. She laughed as John meekly batted away at her hand, but she was faster and more agile, pressing the tomato to his lips. \"Alright baby, open up... for... mama.\"\n\nJohn was caught off-gaurd with her language and the tomato flew into his mouth, along with her finger. She looked at him, with her index finger buried up to the second knuckle. As soon as she felt his wet tongue under her finger, she pulled it out.\n\n\"Ew,\" she said, wiping her hand. \"Are you sure you've never sucked dick?\"\n\n\"As sure as I know you haven't either,\" he replied. Everyone at the company knew that Dana preferred the intimate company of women. She had confided in him that she'd never even been with a man, during a happy hour that extended until they closed the bar. Thinking about sex now made him remember his most recent awkward dating attempts and John couldn't suppress a slight frown.\n\n\"What is it, John?\" she asked.\n\n\"Nothing,\" he said with a sigh. \"I think I'm going to die alone.\"\n\n\"Well, yeah, do you want to take someone with you?\" she said, making finger guns at him. \"Listen John, I know it's been tough. All I can say is, you gotta just get back on that horse and keep trying.\"\n\n\"Easy for you to say, women just throw themselves at you, just like the mixer last night.\"\n\nDana shrugged. \"What can I say? I exude confidence that some people find attractive. Also, some ladies here have been **aching** for a good time,\" she said with a smirk. \"What if I be your wingman tonight? I mean we're practically work spouses as it is. Let's have some fun.\"\n\nJohn was silent but curious. He'd never approached a woman at a bar before, and certainly never did anything close to that while at work. \"Okay, but no expectations, right? Just go out and network, and maybe see where that leads?\"\n\n\"Of course, John,\" she said, patting his shoulder. \"No expectations.\"\n\n***\n\n*Continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “So there I was getting a blow job from a bisexual Vampire in a prom dress when her boyfriend walked in with a purple strapon, that’s when things got really weird.”
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"content": "I used to wonder who still drank skim milk. The Kroger dairy case is like O'Hare International airport in a snow storm; people running and grabbing whole milk, 2%, and a mind-boggling array of nut juice, but all the way in the corner, collecting dust are the jugs of gray water marked \"Skim.\" You know who drinks skim milk? **Bi-sexual vampires.** Now don't get me wrong: other blood suckers might also drink the murky shit but I haven't met any to ask. I got more than an earful when I met Layla at Kroger.\n\n​\n\nYou never know who does their grocery shopping at three AM until you're there yourself. I was reaching for a tube of Pillsbury Grands when I saw her sizing up the dairy case. She was tall and pale, rocking a black leather jacket over a green taffeta dress and heels. The contrast between soft and hard looks was enchanting. I threw the biscuit bomb into my basket and watched as she stood with the glass door open, her stark white hair billowing from the cold air. As she reached deep into the shelf, she turned her body and saw me gawking. Instead of getting upset or annoyed, she flashed me a smile, her canines growing into an impressive overbite. I probably should have left after than... probably.\n\n\"They keep the fresh stuff in back,\" she said as I approached her. She looked me up and down like I was slab of meat that didn't know he was dinner. \"Never grab the front.\"\n\nShe pulled two bottles from the back with her bony hand: a half gallon of skim, and a gray plastic chug labeled, \"AB.\" She looked at someone in the cooler and nodded, then closed the door and ran a finger down my shirt. \"I'm Layla,\" she said.\n\nHer black fingernail only grazed my shirt but the inside of my chest felt on fire, like I'd been sliced open with a sword. \"M-Martin,\" I stuttered.\n\n\"Well Martin, *what do you want?*\" she asked in an ancient voice. I felt like my brain dropped out of my skull and melted into my stomach. The tube of Grands spontaneously exploded in my basket with a loud pop, the sticky, buttery dough oozing from its seams. \"I hope you last longer than your biscuits,\" she said with a smirk.\n\nI followed her outside into a dark alley. She chugged the AB, only letting a bead of dark liquid escape from the corner of her mouth. She dabbed it with her finger then sucked it clean. As she chased it with the skim milk, the crack of the plastic safety ring echoed around us.\n\n\"Um, why skim milk?\" I asked.\n\nLayla took a long swig from the bottle before answering. \"Well, I guess it's because it's cold, refreshing, a simulacrum of humans' essences, and because **I fucking like it**,\" she said with glowing yellow eyes. \"Plus I need the calcium.\"\n\nShe went for another pull but spilled some milk on her jacket and dress. \"Fuck,\" she muttered, wiping the mess. \"Do you think this will stain? I just got this dress cleaned too.\" She closed her eyes and smiled at a fond memory. \"She was so damn tasty. Mmm.\"\n\nLayla opened her eyes and remembered I was standing there, slack jawed. She handed me the skim milk and commanded me to drink. The milk tasted surprisingly sweeter than I remembered, almost as full flavored as heavy cream.\n\n\"Do you like that?\" she asked, smiling. \"I only spit a little into it.\"\n\nMy body suddenly felt both slack and cold, frozen on my feet. My vision de-saturated and I could only see in shades of blacks and gray. I felt her fingers on my pants, cutting them open with just a scrape of her nail. My jeans fell around my ankles and my cold groin lit up like a bonfire as she caressed my cock. As I tried to swing my head down and look, I caught a glimpse of her white hair slowly descending over my hard shaft. I could tell than my doom was at hand.\n\nA sound of a glass bottle crashing on the pavement distracted us both. In the pale light at the end of the alley stood a figure of a man who's features were obscured in dark shadows. As he entered the alley, Layla stood and gently pushed me away. I flew backwards, hitting the wall hard and collapsed on the ground. I looked up as they met each other and kissed each other passionately.\n\n\"Baby, baby,\" the dark figure cooed, \"Why did you start without me?\"\n\nLayla slid a finger under his chin and stroked his long pointed ears. \"Did you get it?\"\n\nHe opened his leather jacket and reached inside. He pulled out the only thing that I could see in color. It looked like a small club, purple and dimpled, and with oblique knobs on both ends. It practically glowed in my black and white nightmare. Layla handed the blood jug to him and he guzzled it, his eyes now glowing with lust. He looked over at my distraught face and grinned with more teeth than are humanly possible to have. \"Young man, we are going to have. *such. fun*!\"\n\nThunder and lightning broke overhead as he cackled. That’s when things got \\*really\\* weird.\n\nIt became apparent that that storm above was a coincidence, or at the very least, unplanned by my captors. They looked up and hissed at the dark sky, looking for something, or someone to appear. From my vantage point on the ground, I was in a unique position to see the end of the purple dildo awaken, with one eye staring at me. It scanned the area as best it could and then closed again.\n\n\"Show yourself!\" the demon shouted. \"We know you've come, but it's too late! We have the oracle, and soon, we'll have the world! We'll ha-grrgh!\"\n\nHis monologue was stopped prematurely by a wooden spear that seemed to appear of nowhere from behind him. He looked down with blood dripping out of his mouth, and tried to grab the pointed end sticking through his chest, but he disintegrated into a pile of ash and mud before he could reach it. The purple club floated in the air until a hand faded in around it.\n\nLayla screeched with unholy terror and spun in a circle and transformed into a massive black bear with her glowing eyes. Her transformation must have stopped the spell I was under because I was able to move and see in color again. I crawled quickly to the alley entrance, trying to avoid notice. I heard the clash of metal and claws over beast roars but didn't turn back to look until I ran head-first into a pair of white PVC boots.\n\nI slowly looked up and saw how the boots were worn by a woman covered head to toe in a white PVC body suit. Behind her, three other companions similarly dressed in skintight suits but in different colors: red, blue, and green. They all carried golf putters.\n\n\"Ḍi̢̮͕̩̖̬d̬̯̤̙̻ ̛̮̟̥̗y̘̜̤͍̖͜o̞̼̼͡ṵ͎̤̰ ̪s҉̣̱ͅę̜͖͎̱̘e̦͙̞̗͟ ͚̫͈͍t̼̝̰̖̺̀ͅh̫̲́e͍̪͔̠̣͚͟ͅ ̭̥̬͓p̴ų̩̭̱r̳̦͉͍p̳̟͖͓͘l͔̞e̢ ͈͞b̮̭͡a͏̟̲̜̭l̢̯̳͇̩̺̣̰l̳̣̝?̟̣̭̜̫̘\" It demanded in a mind-bending recursive tongue.\n\nI could only point back down the alley, then watched as they all entered the fight. Flashes of light and the smell of burnt ash escaped the alley, but nothing else came out that night. I ran to my car, naked from the waist down, like a scared Porky Pig.\n\nI've never seen anything like that before and I hope I never will again, but there's one thing I learned from all of this: never throw your tube of Pillsbury Grands into a shopping basket. Treat it like a stick of dynamite.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man or woman was out late fishing one night and fell asleep before he/she could get back home. Upon waking up the next morning, he/she finds a curious water nymph "examining" him/her.
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"content": "Contains non-con activity, ruined orgasm.\n***\nPero felt cold but couldn't remember why until he opened his eyes and saw the dark limbs of the banyan tree. He carefully sat up in his dory, the sides gently rocking in the water. The water lapped the sides of his boat in gentle taps in a rhythm he couldn't understand. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to clear the gunk from his eyes, trying to remember how he'd gotten there.\n\nAs he shuffled around to get his bearings, his foot kicked an empty bottle of Fireball, sending it clinking into his tackle box. \"Ooh,\" he moaned, and remembered. Pero wasn't having much luck with the net last night, and his casts became more erratic as he drank to stay warm. He rowed to Lost Bay, the inlet where fresh and salt water blended and churned, a place the fishermen avoided for generations. He had thrown the webbing one more time, then laid down to watch the stars on the moonless night.\n\nPero noticed his net piled at the opposite end of the boat, empty and dry, save for the morning dew, beading on the edges. As he tried to remember pulling it out last night, he heard a splash in the water. A thick fog enveloped the bay, obscuring everything past the stern. Pero crawled to the back of the boat and looked over the edge. He saw his own fuzzy, wavy reflection in the dark water, then stopped breathing as a new face arose underneath it. The face was pale and round, smaller than his own, with its eyes shut. Pero fell backwards into the dory when the pair of mythically large eyes opened and stared at him with bright golden pupils.\n\n\"Ahh!\" he exclaimed as a head burst out of the water and tiny webbed hands held onto the transom. Its eyes gazed at him for an uncomfortably long time before it rose higher and rested its arms on the boat. It moved strands of long dark hair away from its face and almost looked feminine. He didn't know if he was still drunk, but he felt his life pass before his eyes as he reeled back towards the bow. \"Jesus, I must be dreaming!\"\n\n\"It's not a dream, fisherman,\" she said. \"I am as real as the fish to took from me last night.\"\n\n\"From... you?\" he asked. \"Who are you?\"\n\n\"I am Cheela, and I live here,\" she replied. \"It's been ages since a human visited, have you also forgotten about me?\" Cheela bobbed under the water for a moment before launching herself out, breaching the surface with her whole body. She landed on the boat gracefully, as if she were light as a feather. \n\nPero stared at the wet dress that clung to her thin form. Water dripped from her arms, hair, and chest, pooling in the boat. He thought she looked beyond beautiful, soaking wet. He cleared is throat and said, \"I did not mean to intrude into your waters, Cheela. I did not know these were your fish.\"\n\nCheela laughed, revealing two rows of gleaming pointed teeth. \"Do not worry about the fish, human. I took back what was mine as you slept. Now, what shall we do to address this *incursion*.\" She gazed at him with the eyes of a hunter, and Pero felt exactly like prey.\n\nPero scooted backwards until he bumped into the last rib at the bow. He managed to unsheathe his boning knife and flashed it at her. \"Stay back, Cheela!\"\n\nShe smiled and slipped backwards into the water in a single motion. Pero looked around him but the fog made it impossible to see anything. He didn't see nor hear Cheela rise from the water at the bow, but he felt the prick of her wet finger on his neck. It stung, radiating heat all over his body. Pero felt his body slump back as he lost control of his muscles. His head rested on the bow, only able to see the gray overcast sky above.Pero could still feel everything, from the cold hard floor to the drops of water, but could not move a muscle. \n\n\"That's better, isn't it?\" she whispered in his ear. Cheela jumped back into the boat and approached him. \"Don't worry, you'll be able to move again, just not now. I need you to be... pliant.\"\n\n\"Your clothes. They look modest,\" she said. Cheela found the knife Pero dropped and held the blade between two fingers. \"I see some things haven't changed.\"\n\nPero couldn't keep up with fast moving arms, but he faintly felt the tip of the blade criss-crossing his body. Cheela threw the knife to the back of the boat and marveled at her work. A gust of wind carried the tatters of his clothes into the water, leaving Pero naked in front. The cool morning air stiffened his nipples as he prayed to make it out alive.\n\n\"Well now, let's hear the famous heart of Man!\" she exclaimed, and sat down on his hips. She leaned down and put her ear to his chest, listening to the frantic pace of his heart. She ran her webbed fingers through his hairy chest and Pero let out an involuntary moan. \n\n\"Oh, that was interesting,\" she said, surprised. She settled into his waist again and stroked his chest, letting her webbing catch his nipple. She delighted as he took a sharp breath as the sensation traversed his body and jolted his exposed cock. He began to twitch as she rubbed his still body more. \n\n\"I do remember this,\" she said, leaning back to hold his semi-erect cock. \"This gives you pleasure, doesn't it?\" she asked. \"Don't bother to answer, I can tell.\"\n\nPero didn't want to feel excited but being on the edge of death and sexual anguish took over his body. Cheela's hand grasped his cock firmly at his base, then began to stroke him rapidly. Pero wished he could close his eyes but he could only moan in terror and ecstasy as she slide her hand up and down in a blur of wet slaps. \n\nHe could feel it coming, his arousal reaching the point of no return as his balls tightened. Cheela noticed as well. She stopped stroking his cock and held him again at his base, his shaft shining and throbbing. As his cum boiled, Pero wanted to feel more but Cheela watched him with villainous eyes, only holding his base with two fingers. His first spurt shot straight up and landed on his hairy pubis, the rest of his cum dribbling out like a slow lava flow. He could only scream inside his mind as he felt his load empty itself with no pleasure, no relief.\n\nCheela laughed as his semen continued to ooze out of his throbbing cock. She dripped her cum-covered hand into the water and he heard splashes on the other side. \n\n\"My little friends are getting to know you, fisherman,\" she said, jumping back into the water. \"Leave this place. Know that if you ever return, my little fishies will know, and then *I* will know.\" She flashed him another razor-sharp smile and disappeared under the water.\n\nPero eventually gained control of his muscles and sat up. The remaining tatters of his clothes were swept up by an ocean breeze and were deposited on the limbs of the banyan tree. Naked, he rowed towards the other side of the bay, back to his village. No one believed his story, especially after seeing the empty bottle, but Pero never set foot on a boat again.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome.\nEdit: added another tag."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She’s a very good sub
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"content": "Pee [Part 1]\n\n\n***\n\n“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!!” She stood naked in the bathtub, so desperate to pee. But she didn’t. She knew the punishment would be severe. \n\n***\n\nWhen she’d come through the door half an hour earlier, she knew she was in for a rough night. Her master had been sitting, an evil smile on his face, next to two bottle of coke that he’d filled with water. That was four litres of water. That was a whole gallon. And she knew who would be drinking it.\n\nThey’d done pee play before, but never to this extreme. She knew that, by the end of the night, she’d do anything to pee. Anything her master wanted. Still, she’d resisted when he’d forced her to drink both bottles, spitting out what she couldn't take. He didn’t care. He’d just refilled the bottle all the way to the top and she’d whimpered. She didn’t spill a drop of the next bottle, she was so afraid of the consequences that she’d slurped down everything he’d given her.\n\nNow she was paying the price. She was stood, completely naked, in the bathtub, busting to piss, with her master rubbing his fingers over her clit. She was squirming, wishing for nothing more than to be able to pee, but knowing that he would simply start again if she broke the rules. \n\n“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” She crossed her knees and wriggled away from him, jumping on the spot and shaking her hands, breathing in short bursts, trying to control the pressure that was building up.\n\nThey’d done this before, but not with this much water inside of her, she felt like a balloon as she hopped around on the spot, waiting for her masters command. \n\nHe grabbed her firmly and held her in place, pressing her against his still clothed body. He pressed hard into her bladder and she felt a wave of pleasure flood over her as she let a burst of piss, moaning as she pressed her head into his shoulder, holding onto the remainder of the torrent.\n\nHe pressed again. “Ohhhhh shittttt!!!!” She moaned as she leaked some more, getting hornier by the second, “Sir, I don’t…. Hmmph...I don’t think…” She wriggled again, trying to escape his grasp, “... I don’t think I can hold much longer...”\n\n“You know the rules slut.” She certainly did. “When I say, you can begin masturbating, then, after you cum for me like a good little slut, you pull on the pretty little panties daddy bought you and your jeans, and then you can pee”\n\n“Hmmm, yes Sir!” She moaned, pressing her legs together to try to stop the steady leak.\n\n“Go!”\n\nShe started masturbating with her fingers whilst her master watched. Soon she was moaning, desperate to cum so that she could finally release all the tension that was built up inside of her. \n\nHer breaths became short pants and the feeling of helplessness helped push over the edge. Her thigh muscles tightened as she came, and her whole body shook as she bent over, waves of pleasure flowing over her as she clamped her knees together, stopping herself from letting go. She looked up, the desperation clear in her eyes, as she continued to shake.\n\n“Get dressed. And then you can piss.”\n\nShe didn’t have to be told twice. She grabbed her panties, pulling them on as quickly as she possible could, her master smiling at the drops leaked out of her, clear against the cotton panties.\n\nAs she pulled on her skinny jeans she moaned, frustrated that she couldn’t pull them on quicker.\n\nShe did up the buttons, she had been punished for not doing this before, and was about to let the pressure rush out of her when her master spoke.\n\n“Wait.” She looked at him, her mouth hanging open, with a look of pure need on her face.\n\n“Please…” She spoke weakly, her energy focused on holding the dam that held the water back in place.\n\n“Ten…” He began counting down, and she closed her eyes, focusing, waiting for her release.\n\nAs he counted down she squirmed more and more, her legs pressed together as she blocked out the counting,\n\n“Two… one…” The seconds seemed to hang in the air “Ok.” \n\nShe peed harder than she had ever peed in her life. She half screamed half moaned as she let the pressure release, her jeans becoming soaked, and she was pretty sure she came just from the sensation. The stream didn’t seem to stop as her master grabbed her exposed tits, her jeans turning a darker shade of blue by the second. As the final bursts came through she rested against her master for a few seconds, the last drops feeling like ecstasy as they left her body, before sliding down into the tub, her jeans soaked, her limbs unresponsive.\n\nShe sat in her own piss soaked jeans, unable to speak as she returned to reality...\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A supernatural encounter: The Beginning
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"content": "Last night, Evan dreamed of angels. He dreamed of walking barefoot on pillowy clouds, bathed in the warm light of God's glory. He was his best self, the years of self-abuse and sedentary lifestyle peeled away like bad wallpaper, revealing his svelte fit body, naked to walk among the heavens. The angels lounged about on rolling hills, draped in loose robes, with bright yellow halos over their perfectly coiffed hair. \n\n\"Hello, Evan,\" said a redheaded spirit approaching him. \"Welcome to eternal paradise!\"\n\nEvan gazed at her perfect body, how the curve of her breasts pushed her silk robes far to her sides. He felt a familiar itch in his loins as he fantasized what he'd do with her.\n\nShe looked down at his stiffening erection. \"Oh dear, Evan,\" she said with a frown. \"It seems that you're not quite ready to join us. You still have Earthy desires.\" She walked up to him and began to stroke his cock, then whispered in his ear, \"All that is good is not Divine, all that is Divine is not good.\"\n\n​\n\nEvan woke up with a dull ache and a groan. He moved his hard cock to a more comfortable position in his boxers and tried to recall the face in his dreams, but it faded into the unreachable part of his mind where dreams go to die. \n\n\"Mmm, good morning, baby,\" Lila said from her side of the bed. Her back was to him, covered by her long black hair. Evan looked at the bed sheet pulled down to her hips, and even in the dim morning light, he could admire her beautiful ass. \n\nA little demonic version of himself appeared on his left shoulder with a puff of smoke. \"Oh fuck, she looks so hot, doesn't she Evan?\" he asked with an evil grin. \"Don't you just want to pull up close and shove your cock right into her? I bet she's fucking wet already. She wants it, you want it, go fuck her sideways!\"\n\nThe redheaded angel appeared on his other shoulder and grabbed Evan's attention. \"Evan, you know you're not supposed to take what's not been given. Come on, just go to the bathroom and walk it off, you'll feel better.\"\n\nEvan closed his eyes and pulled the blanket off his chest. \"Ow!\" he yelped as he felt the sting of a tiny trident poking his neck.\n\n\"Look at her Evan,\" the devil said. \"Are you telling me she's not giving you the signal to steal home? Can't you smell her desire from there? Look, she's wearing those 'fuck me' panties under her nightie. What are you waiting for?\"\n\nEvan swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth and felt intense heat on his face. He slowly reached over and put his hand on Lila's bare arm and gently stroked it. \n\n\"Oh baby, can I sleep in a little?\" Lila asked. \"I'll be up in a few.\"\n\n\"See, I told you!\" the angel said. \"Stop thinking with your cock, Evan.\"\n\nHe took his hand away and propped himself up at the edge of the bed, then stood up to stretch. \n\n\"Aw, man, stop being a fucking pussy!\" exclaimed the devil. \"Fine. Be that way, but do this. Take off all your clothes.\"\n\nEvan thought this was a weird request but stripped out of his undershirt and boxers before walking out of the bedroom. As he opened the bedroom door, he heard Lila give him a wolf whistle. He looked back and and she was still in the fetal position, eyes closed, but with a wry smile on her lovely face.\n\n\"See? I fucking told you!\" the devil complained, as Evan walked to the bathroom. His penis became flaccid by the time his feet touched the cold tile floor of the bathroom and he started his morning routine.\n\n\"You're a good man, Evan,\" the angel assured him. He watched her in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, but stopped brushing when she pulled the drawstring on her robe. She let it fall away, revealing her perfect figure, a tuft of trimmed red hair over her bare pussy. \n\n*What? Why?* he thought.\n\n\"In Heaven, we're Divine,\" she started, \"but when on Earth, we just have to be good.\" She dropped her hand between her legs and moaned as she massaged her pussy. \"Will you be good to me, Evan?\"\n\n\"You fucking slut,\" the devil yelled from Evan's other shoulder. \"You greedy ginger whore. You just wanted Evan for your self.\"\n\n\"Why don't you come over here and teach me a lesson, you cock,\" she replied. \n\nEvan choked and spit out the toothpaste as the devil walked through his neck to get to the other side. Pain and pleasure sizzled in his spine and awakened his cock as the devil cleared through his neck and approached the angel.\n\n\"Show me what you got,\" she demanded. \n\nThe devil smiled and crushed his trident. As the staff disappeared, his red cock grew to an impressive length, dripping with black pre-cum. \"On your knees, bitch.\"\n\nShe flipped her hair off of her face and crawled over then dug her fingers into his greasy thighs. She let his cock rest on her forehead and licked his balls. The devil and Evan smiled as she played with them with her tongue. As Evan watched, he could feel his own balls twitching with pleasure, as if they were connected to the spirits on his shoulder.\n\n\"Come on, Evan,\" the devil said as he gripped the angel's red hair tightly and held her mouth in front of his cock. \"Grab your dick and play along.\"\n\nThe devil pushed her roughly onto his cock and the angel let out a *glurk* as she plunged all the way to his base. Evan felt his cock get hot and tight as the devil fucked her face, her halo slamming into his gut as she bottomed out. Evan felt the angel's grip on his thighs as she held the devil tightly. Her spit mixed with his demonic juices and oozed from the corners of her mouth, pooling on her breasts before dropping into the ether. Evan's own cock was slick with pre-cum as his stroked himself to their rhythm.\n\nThe devil began to thrust faster as her slick throat tightened and released around the devil's cock. The bathroom mirror steamed and fogged as their sex heated the room. Evan grunted and held onto the counter with one hand as he fell over the edge of pleasure and spurted onto the vanity and mirror. As his first load hit the reflection of the devil and the angel, his cum entered their plane and hit them like a tidal wave, knocking them down. The devil's cock slipped out of her mouth, black cum shooting into her face and hair. The two spirits faded away as Evan tried to catch his breath.\n\n\"Are you okay Evan?\" Lila asked from the door. \"I thought I heard grunting and- what the fuck did you do to the mirror!?\"\n\nEvan turned around to face her. Her gaze moved from the mirror to his throbbing cock, dripping with cum and she giggled. A little embarrassed, he took his clean hand and ran it through his hair. Evan was not too surprised to feel two small pointed lumps, just under his scalp. He smiled as Lila came into the bathroom and peeled off her nightie. \n\n\"You look like an angel,\" he said, before pulling her up for a kiss.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I wish we have a sub today in class."
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"content": "Three Wishes, part 1 \n\n--- \n\nMax peered at the strange magic 8-ball he had found by the side of the road. It had just been sitting there on top of the mailbox, sticking out like a sore thumb yet ignored by everyone who passed by. The 8-ball was like none Max had ever seen before. Its glossy black shell was streaked with gold, and it felt surprisingly heavy in his hand. Floating inside its inky depths was not the usual fortune reading prattle. The little plastic wedge was instead permanently stuck on \"Make your wishes come true!\", and no matter how hard he shook it, the message refused to budge. \n\n*I wish I had a million dollars*, thought Max. To his surprise, the little plastic wedge flipped of its own accord. It now said \"First wish granted!\", which was a neat trick, but Max didn't feel any different. He stood by the roadside for a little while, looking around, then felt silly for having done so. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, a pile of money fallen from the sky perhaps, or maybe the inheritance his asshole father had stolen from him being magically restored in its entirety. Max went to a nearby ATM to check out his bank account, just to be sure, and left disappointed yet not surprise. \n\n\"Nope, still poor,\" he muttered to himself, looking at the 8-ball again. \"Alright, maybe something less ambitious this time.\" Like usual, he had put off finishing his English homework until the last minute. But being a term paper, he just couldn't cram it all into a single evening. So not having to face the disappointment of Mr Wheeler in class later in the day would be a nice turn of events. *I wish we had a sub today in class*, he thought, then added for good measure, *a sub who would give me extra time to finish my paper*. \n\nTo Max's disappointment, Mr Wheeler arrived in class as usual. When he called everyone to turn in their papers, Max remained at his seat, his head downcast. To his surprise, Sharon stayed seated as well. The girl was usually so eager to please everyone. Max couldn't remember the last time she risked disappointing a teacher by not finishing her assignments on time. \n\nAs the other students shuffled past, Max couldn't resist sneaking a peak at Sharon. The class sub was wearing Mary Jane stilettos paired with a fitted black dress with a cute white collar. It complemented her figure perfectly. By the slight contour of her nipples poking through her dress, Max could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Nevertheless, for Sharon, the whole ensemble was positively demure. She was such a beautiful submissive, just the sight of her tucking a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear was enough to make his heart ache. \n\nMax could never work up the courage to approach her, but he still feel bad for the girl. It wasn't fair that someone so polite and selfless was treated so poorly at school. Sharon couldn't help being who she was. She had a deep submissive streak in her, and it showed. Many of her classmates had little idea what sexual dominance and submission even meant, and only saw her as a weirdo. The girls especially, perhaps jealous of her beauty, would constantly pick on her and talk about her behind her back. The teachers, on the other hand, who *did* understand what her dress and her behavior signaled, kept scolding her for being inappropriate. It was ironic. Despite all the talk at school about embracing diversity, it refused to accept Sharon for who she was. You could be of any race and be accepted, you could be a total nerd with oddball hobbies and still be considered cool, you could wear your queerness proudly on your sleeve, but the moment a girl dared to dress like a submissive who embraced her sexuality, she was being slut shamed and told to cover up. It was hard to watch. \n\nMr Wheeler started the group discussions and called Max and Sharon to his desk. He looked at them both sternly. \n\n\"You know the due date was today,\" he said. It was not a question. \n\n\"I'm sorry Mr Wheeler,\" said Max. \"I started the paper too late, but I promise I'll have it done soon.\"\n\n\"And you, Sharon,\" asked Mr Wheeler. \"This is unlike you. What happened?\" \n\nSharon looked like she was on the verge of tears. \"I'm so sorry, Sir,\" she sniffled. \"I don't know what came over me. I tried everything I could to please you, but I just couldn't be a good girl for you.\" \n\n\"Sharon!\" Mr Wheeler shifted in his seat awkwardly. \"What did we say about that kind of language in class?\" \n\nIt seemed to Max that the more Sharon sincerely apologized, the more she was making things worse. The vicarious embarrassment he felt got too much for him. He reached into his pocket and grasped the 8-ball. The damn thing didn't work anyway, but it was worth a try. \n\n*I wish everyone would just chill out about Sharon and let her be who she wants to be.* \n\nWhich was silly, because nobody took any issue with Sharon's behavior at school. Max chalked up the inexplicable brain fart to staying up all night trying to finish his paper. \n\n\"Please, Sir,\" begged Sharon. \"I'll do anything to get a good grade. Anything you ask of me.\" \n\n\"Anything?\" asked Mr Wheeler. \"Have you tried studying harder?\" \n\nMax snorted, which reminded his teacher that he was still present. Mr Wheeler cleared his throat. \n\n\"Sharon, you will need to be disciplined for this. Do you understand?\" \n\nThe girl nodded meekly, hiking up her skirt. \n\nMr Wheeler handed Max a ruler and looked at him expectantly. \"Twenty strokes,\" he said. \"Would you do the honors?\" \n\nMax accepted the ruler in a daze. Something about this didn't feel right, even as it felt completely right and proper at the same time. He spanked Sharon's exposed bottom, not too hard, but just enough to sting. Max could see out of the corner of his eye some of the other students glancing up at them, but the display failed to hold their interest, and one by one they went back to their discussions. Max continued with his methodical efforts, each strike drawing a little whimper from the chastised submissive, but by the end of it he could see the first hints of wetness glistening between her thighs. \n\n\"Alright, that's enough,\" said Mr Wheeler, taking back his ruler. \"Papers in my office by Thursday, or else I'm docking a full grade a day after that. Am I clear?\" \n\nBoth of them thanked him and sat back down, Sharon a little more gingerly than Max. Mr Wheeler started his lecture on the final act of Hamlet, but Max hardly listened. He frantically went over the events of the morning in his head. He remembered finding the strange 8-ball by the side of the road, yet he also remembered nothing at all odd happening on his walk to school until he was almost run over at a red light. The two memories faded in and out of focus, like separate dreams competing for his attention. If he was delayed by the roadside curiosity, he would not have went ahead and almost gotten run over, yet what could have possibly delayed him? Reaching into his pocket, Max was not surprised to find nothing there, even as he remembered holding something in his hand and making silly wishes. \n\nWhat had the first one been? He wished he had a million dollars. Yes, that's it! Max suddenly realized did, he just didn't have it *anymore*. It made no sense that his grandfather, a man never known for being rich or frugal, would have left him such a fortune. But he also recalled with perfect clarity how devastated his mother had looked on the day she broke the news, of his father having abandoned them both and cleared out their bank accounts. His second wish, for a sub who would grant him more time for his paper, that had also come true. Except instead of getting a substitute teacher, he had accidentally turned the prettiest girl in class into a female submissive. In his mind's eye, Sharon always wore stylish black pumps, even as he also recalled her never having worn anything with a heel until today. He remembered her in the jacket, tights, and sneakers combo that was practically a school uniform among all the girls, yet he also remember her always wearing tight dresses that showed off her amazing figure. And what of his third wish? Not only had he somehow changed Sharon's personality, and her entire life history along with it, but he had forced everyone else to buy into the same fantasy as well. Max was shocked by the realization of what he had done. He unwittingly let his desires for his secret crush warp her life in ways he could never have imagined, and without whatever magic it was that let him do this, he had no idea how to change any of it back. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young noblewoman at a party who had her drink spiked with a potion that teases her with constant erotic pleasure is struggling to conceal her plight, while trying to determine who would do this to her.
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"content": "Princess Katrine squirmed in her chair as her heart thundered in her chest. She felt her face flush crimson while her father stood two chairs away giving his speech. She glanced nervously at the meal. It couldn’t have been the wine. She drank often enough to know what being drunk felt like. This wasn’t it. The fire sat low in her core and under her finest dress blood began to flow furiously, flushing her cheeks. \n\nEverything that she touched sent shocks thundering along the spine as her blood swelled. Her every sense inflamed Katrina looked over the food and drink before her again, desperate for a clue. A small spot of white powder caught her attention on the base of her wine cup, a poison? It makes sense, but who would try to do such a thing? Was she going to die? Horrifying thoughts fought for space in her head as every touch, from the fabric of her dress to the grain of the table wood sent electric pleasure rushing through her body. \n\nKatrine searched the desperately crowd checking to see if anyone had noticed her plight. Mostly they were focused on the King’s speech, but there were whispers among the crowd, a few courtiers noticed the blush of her face and the harshness of her breathing. It threatened to break her, if only there was a way to relive the tension. Calm down. Drink some water, the princess reached for the goblet of water. Her thighs began to rub together involuntarily searching for release, the friction teasing her clit. A shudder ran deep through her core, shivering her dress across her straining breasts. It was too much and a poorly stifled moan escaped while biting the goblet. \n\n“Dear you look flushed, are you alright.” The Queen touched Katrina’s hand looking concerned.\n\n“I’m..unh.. I’m ok. It’s just a little hot and I haven’t been feeling too well today. When father’s speech is done I think I will step outside for some fresh air.” It was a paltry lie but the queen did not question it. Who could have been behind this. Lord Eldrid’s son was a pervy little shit but he didn’t have the backbone for this. Chancellor Melkar wanted to make sure he had her father’s ear but what would poisoning her do for him. The heat rising in her core left her straining at the edge of her sanity. Her thighs rubbing together now slick from the wetness growing of her desperation lent little relief only making her chest tighter and her bosom heave more and more forcefully. \n\n“I now ask that Drengar Tor approach the dais. The people’s struggle is at and end and now we seek to repair this land, together!” Father’s speech was wrapping up and he invited the opposition leader to the stage. The half-orc Drengar Tor knelt before the king, accepting his new lordship as the terms of the treaty dictated. He rose slowly and with purpose, and looked past the king, into Katrina’s eyes. That bastard… ohh, fuck! Katrina bit her tongue as the pressure in her core continued to mount. She gripped the edge of the table and stared daggers at the new lord. The slimy son of a bitch had the audacity to wink at her before he began his speech.\n\n“Mother… ah, I am going to step away for a moment.” Katrina managed to get through nearly clenched teeth. “Sonia, I need your help.” The handmaiden to the side of the table rushed to the princesses’s side and walked with her. “The balcony, now.” \n\nOnce they were outside Katrina moved so the curtains disguised her actions and she reached under her dress and with a primal urgency began to tease her clit, desperate for release. “My lady!” Sonia exclaimed with barely hushed exasperation. She looked on not with concern but with poorly disguised lust. They had kissed before but that was just youthful experimentation. \n\n“Sonia, I need you.” The princess fell back allowing the cobbles of the castle wall to support her, she rested a leg on marble railing revealing her thirsty slit. Sonia knelt before her master and took in the sweet scent of Katrina’s juices and the rose-water perfume her highness wore. Then tenderly kissed her thighs and worked her way to savor the rosebud at her core. Kat gasped and moaned finally unconstrained by the events inside and focused wholly on the pleasure overcoming her. “Oh yes Sonia, just… ah... ah… ugh. That’s amazing!”\n\nThe swell inside of Katrina was now a rolling boil threatening to overcome her any moment. Sonia’s hands feathered across Kat’s skin before finally lingering at her breasts and teasing her still nipples. The handmaiden’s tongue worked the princesses’s valley with a needful and wondrous tact until the heat rising in her core left her straining at the edge of her sanity. Sonia moved to the top of Katrina’s mound looked into the princesses eyes. “Beg me for it Kat. I want you to beg.”\n\n“Ahh, Damnit Sonia, I need it. I’m begging you, please make me cum. Please.” Sonia again buried her tongue into Katrina’s desperation and furiously, with a need of her own worked her mistress to the brink. “FUCK! Ahh… I can’t… AHHH!” Katrina convlused and quivered as the orgasm rocketed through her. Her mind finally falling into a brief state of post-orgasmic bliss as she collapsed into her hand-maiden’s arms. Sonia licked her lips and tenderly kissed the princess before helping her to her feet. \n\n“Come milady. I do not know what overcame you, but I’m not complaining.” Sonia smiled playfully. “We should get you to your chambers before your mother sends someone for you. I’ll tell her you retired early.” Together they arrived at Katrina’s suite and laid her on her bed. Sonia lit some candles and retreated to the door. “I will check on you shortly, sleep well milady.”\n\nKatrina wanted nothing but to fall into the deep embrace of sleep, but it would not come. The heat began to build once more within her core, just above her still tender mound. What a poison this was, if it was to kill her it should have done so by then. She pondered this as her hands began to explore between her legs once more. She was still tender but the furious storm rolling in her stomach would not allow her rest. She never noticed the shadow near her wardrobe move. \n\n“I see you are enjoying the present Lord Drengar arranged for you Princess Katrina.” A male voice spoke from the darkness. The masked figure moved into the candlelight. Katrina startled and moved to cover herself. “You are going to come with us now. Lord Drengar has an antidote, but some questions first…” \n\n\n\n\n Well this is the first piece of writing I've ever actually put out there, and oddly also the first piece of erotic fiction I've ever done. Hopefully the editing doesn't get fucked again. It's part 1 of I think 3 but we'll see where it goes.\n\nCritiques welcome, but please be thoughtful."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : You've got something to make her breasts bigger. You've got another one to make her more submissive. You've got something for yourself to grow more muscles. Getting access to the hormone library was the best thing that ever happened to you.
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"content": " Part 1\n\nI walked up the steps to the venerable building, it was old and its decoration gothic in nature. I´d been here many times before, but this time was different, the knowledge I had gained from this place had already spiced up my sex life immensely, feeling and experiences I had never dreamed of. Now though, I wanted to find a way to live out one of my ultimate sexual fantasies.\n\nAs I entered the building the old woman at the reception desk greeted me.\n\n“Hello dear” she said to me.\n\n“Hello” I said back with.\n\n“Come to loan a few more books, have you?” She asked in her grandmotherly voice.\n\n“Yes, I have” I answered with a bright smile.\n\nSuddenly she frowned. “Be careful child” she began to say, a note of danger in her voice “do not go to deep, many a traveller have lost themselves to the contents of these hall, you’d do well to remember that, or else count yourselves among them.”\n\nI stared at her for a moment, then I nodded, and entered library proper. The place was large, very large, thousands of bookshelves, millions of books, all stretched out before me. To find what I was looking for may take hours, many would simply give up at this, not me though, I was on a mission, and as minutes of searching became hours that mission became all the more important, I clung to it. I flipped through endless tomes of graphic depictions of pornography, books on how to grow bigger breasts, butts, dicks, and hips, terrible romance novels that pretended they weren’t porn for middle aged women, yet none gave me what I wanted.\n\nMy journey continued on and on, soon I saw that the shelves were getting bigger, in girth, length, and height, soon the place became dark as the celling lamps were so far up, they seemed more like stars in the night sky. Likely I found a lantern to guide me onwards. I also realised what the old woman’s warning had meant, I saw men and women alike stuck in never-ending scenes of pleasure, living out whatever degenerative act they wished, cowered in their own sexual fluids. Worse yet were the corpses, some half decayed, skin clinging still to their rickety frames, others were just bones, any sign of humanity long gone, there were corpses being used by the still living as tools of pleasure. Many of these people were malnourished, their ribs visible, their lips dry, devoid of muscles, and their hair falling off, barely more than moving frames of people with skin. They ignored me however, luckily. The number of these lost souls only increased the further in I went, their painfilled moans filling the air, a deafening noise that forced my hand to my ears, and the stench from their rutting making my eyes water. Even so I pressed on, more determined than ever to get the book I needed and then to leave this cursed place forever.\n\nThey were becoming alluring, the people of this world, witnessing their infinite sex, I soon wanted to join, it began as a small suggestion, easily brushed away, but grew into an almost uncontrollable obsession that I could not shake, I caught myself though, every time, I was not going to let this damm place control me, or so I wanted to believe. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dudebro obsessed with masculine purity becomes cock-loving femboy.
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"content": "Devin stared at himself in the mirrored wall as he finished his last rep. *I am a fucking god*, he thought as he admired the body he sculpted for years. He felt the strain in his biceps as he put the dumbbell back on the rack, and he let the rush of endorphins reward him for his effort. From the corner of his eye, he saw a slender hand reach for a ten pound weight and walk away. He looked over and liked what he saw from behind: toned legs and ass held in tight black capris, long blond hair just hanging below a loose mid riff shirt. \n\n\"Hey, you need a spotter? I can help you on your form,\" he asked as he walked over, casually adjusting his dick in his gym shorts. Devin halted when the object of his affection turned around.\n\n\"Thanks for offering, sweetie,\" he said, tucking stray hairs behind his ears. He reached out with his left hand turned down. \"I'm Chris,\" he said with a slight lisp. \n\nDevin pulled back his hands as if Chris was on fire. \"Oh hey man, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else.\" \n\n\"Oh, no problem, honey,\" Chris said smiling. \"You probably couldn't help with my form anyway.\"\n\nThe burn chaffed Devin. He was in a gym, four hours a day, every day, for seven years. There was nothing he did not know when it came to fitness. His mind told him to walk away, but his pride kept his feet planted on the ground.\n\n\"Listen bro, you think you're going to get anywhere with that ten pound weight, but I can tell you should be lifting more.\" Devin looked up and down and assessed Chris's physique. \"Even if you just want to look more toned, you can go up to twelve, maybe fifteen pounds.\"\n\n\"Okay, *bruh*, I'll keep that in mind, I mean I'm not trying to look like, well, *you*,\" Chris said, drawing his finger in the air over Devin's torso. \"No offense.\" \n\n\"I wasn't telling you what to-\" he started, then sighed. \"I just think you should get the most out of your time at the gym.\"\n\n\"Who says I'm not,\" he replied with a wink and a smile. He loudly blew a kiss as Devin walked away. \"Hey! I'm sorry for being bitchy, you didn't deserve it.\" He extended his hand for a shake. \"Are we good?\"\n\n\"Yeah bro, we're good.\"\n\n​\n\nDevin saw Chris at the gym over the next few weeks and they were cordial but were on different paths. He was still vexed as he entered the showers. He didn't know why Chris bothered him, he didn't even know if *bother* was the right word. He rubbed his hands with the bar soap and scrubbed his face vigorously, then let the hot water spray blast it off. He opened his eyes and saw Chris enter the room with a bath towel wrapped under his arms, like a sari.\n\n\"Hey Devin,\" Chris started. \n\nDevin nodded and went back to the shower while Chris turned on the shower head next to him. Devin still had so many questions. \"So uh, Chris, how long have you known that you uh...\"\n\n\"Liked dudes?\" Chris said, giggling. \"Probably since I was kid. But I didn't channel my inner slut until a couple years ago.\"\n\n\"And gay dudes, like go for that? I can't wrap my head around that. How can you be gay if you like feminine bodies. Why don't they just fuck a woman? It'd be so much easier.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Chris explained, \"love is a spectrum, Devin. Personally, I love all the attention. It feels *amazing* to know you can turn heads when you walk in a room.\"\n\n\"I just don't get it,\" Devin mumbled.\n\n\"Do you... want to learn? I mean, do you want what it's like?\"\n\n\"What, walk a mile in another man's shoes?\"\n\n\"Or pumps, such as it is. What do you say, are you in?\"\n*** \n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts envolving Queens, Princesses or women knights please.
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"content": "It's natural to have a close relationship with your bodyguard, but the princess has a *very* close relationship with the strong female knight who protects her.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!The princess is nervous about a speech she has to give. Her bodyguard helps take her mind off it.!<\n\n\n>!In public, the princess is always in charge. Behind closed bedroom doors, she relishes the chance to let go of her authority and submit.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A human prince is forced to procreate with the recently widowed Elven Queen, a woman much older than be. He initially detests the idea, but once seeing this, he is fully on board.
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"content": "It is always frustrating whaen people break their promises, even more so when your parents do so. My parents promised that i would be allowed to pick my own wife, to marry whoever i wished, that was at least until circumstances changed, and in order to secure peace for the kingdom, they had to sell me off to be married to the elf queen.\n\nI was less than thrilled, and wined insesently about how unfair it was and how could they betray their only son and so on. My parents didn't budge though, and eventually I calmed down and was sent off, but I remember image how i would make them regret it, i would be the worst, and sour any good relations between our two nations, even at 18 i acted like a spoiled chiled, can't say i am very proud of myself.\nThe journey took about a week by boat, and was unremarkable, and we arrived at the elven port of Zulain, from which i was taken to the summer palace of the elven royal family.\n\nI met the elven queen in our bedroom, something which at the time i didn't find suspect. When i first layed eyes on her i remember my jaw hitting the floor, she was the most beautiful women I had ever seen, an hourglass figure, soft facial features, melons for titts, and an ass i could die on, my manhood agreed as well. Nottesing my reaction, the queen teased me, and began massaging my package. I was under her spell as she pushed me to the bed, undid my pants, reviling my throbbing cock, she began stroking it with one hand, sending waves of pleasure through my body, as she undid the shoulder straps of her dress with the other, reaviling her gorgeous breasts. She then put my eract penis in between her titts, they were so big that only the very tip was visible, she moved them up and down, they felt like the finest silk, soft and smooth, I could bearly contain myself. She however was clearly not done, and realising i was close, she pulled away, I stared at her as she took of the rest of her dress, showing off her naked form, she climbed on top of me, placing her nethers above mine and speared her self on them, again moving up and down. Bearly a minute of this made me come, my load entering her.\nAfter this she climed off and tolled me to rest, she'd be back in fifteen minutes."
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