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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female android is sent on a solo survey mission to an unexplored but promising new world. Unbeknownst to anyone, the planet is already occupied by a peaceful but primitive race: massive, horse-like humanoids with gargantuan cocks and incredible sex drives.
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"content": "Cody dragged his hooves on the grass mat before he entered the temple, trying to keep the flecks of dried mud and stones from landing inside. His hoofsteps echoed on the stone floor as he approached Palomino Ochre, standing at the pulpit. Despite her age, the elder's coat was still vibrant, patches of white and brown over dippled black dots.\n\n\"Your, Equiness,\" Cody said, bowing, \"you wished to see me?\"\n\nShe stepped down and approached him, lifting him up by his muzzle. \"Yes, my son,\" she said. \"Join me for some tea.\" Cody followed her to the antechamber and knelt on one of the ornate floor cushions that surrounded a table. She eased herself down and poured the hot tea, filling the room with the smell of sage and jasmine. \n\n\"Cody, how long has it been since you reached full maturity?\" she asked.\n\n\"It's been two moon cycles, Ma'am,\" he replied. \"Father says that I'm ready to raise a foal of my own.\"\n\n\"He is quite right, but you must complete one more rite of passage, my son. You must complete a journey to see Glassius.\"\n\n\"The sylvan sprite of the North? I thought she was a myth.\"\n\n\"She is no myth, but she is legendary,\" Ochre said, sipping her tea. \"For generations, she has ushered our colts to join the corral of Equines. Your time has come, Cody. When you return, you may finally choose your own trail.\"\n\n​\n\nCody's satchel only contained the barest of essentials: a blanket, water can, a bundle of straw, and a salt lick. It was a day's journey to reach the North wood, where he would have to find sustenance from nature. As he walked the lonely path, Cody thought about the rumors his friends told him of Glassius: *She has a grey coat that reflects the sun, Glassius walks on tiny hands, if you stare into her eyes you turn into a mule.* His father was no help. All the villagers were sworn to secrecy, their journeys for them alone to keep. \n\nAs he entered the North Wood, Cody felt the air become cooler and wetter, the verdant ground cover filling the air with a sweet heady aroma that he could not place. His ears twitched as bugs fluttered around his head while he pushed forward into the forest. Cody shook his head, his black mane swatting the butterflies until he walked into another patch of shade. By the early evening, Cody had walked deep into the woods, finding nothing but soft needles and cedar trees. Just as his stomach was going to get the best of him, he heard the soft rush of water ahead. \n\nCody cantered to the stream and dropped to his knees to drink. The cold water was refreshing and he drank deeply before noticing the moss growing on the rocks in the water. He picked up a stone and licked it, peeling the soft, tender greens with his long tongue. *This is delicious!*, he thought, picking up more stones to clean.\n\n\"If you boil the stones, you can make a healthy soup,\" said a mare's voice behind him. Cody turned around and saw a glimmer of movement in the trees uphill from him. He dropped the stones and walked carefully upwards towards the grove of red cedars. As he neared the tree, he noticed a sunlit clearing, hidden from the view below. She was kneeling in the center, eyes closed but facing him. \"Welcome, pilgrim,\" Glassius said, then opened her eyes.\n\nCody was awestruck by her exotic beauty. Her large, dark green eyes shimmered like emeralds, almost glowing under their own power. Unlike his brown coat, Glassius' body was covered in light grey skin, a color he'd never seen on anything alive. Her muzzle was radically smaller than the mares in his village, almost non existent. He wondered how she breathed, until he wondered if she needed to at all. \n\n\"Are you, Glassius?\" he asked timidly. He stepped into the clearing and smelled the fresh grass trampling beneath him. She stood up and walked to him, revealing her short form. Her gold mane covered her whole head in long hairs, framing her round face and covering two jutting breasts. The rumors were true and false all at the same time, he thought as he gazed upon her lithe body.\n\nGlassius nodded as she stroked his broad chest with slender fingers, his braided tail, twitching from her touch. Cody swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt new urges, burning in his heart. She reached up to his muzzle and pulled his head lower then stroked the short fur between his snout and his eyes. No one had touched him there, and it sent a wave of pleasure down his body, pooling in his loins. \n\n\"Do you like that, pilgrim?\" she asked, watching his ears twitch. \"You are quite the specimen, you know.\"\n\n\"Um, mmm... thanks,\" he uttered, unable to think about anything but her caresses. \"What happens next?\"\n\nGlassius lowered her hands and found his stiffening cock, lumbering between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around his base and gave him a gentle squeeze. Cody let out a moan and his bone shifted forward, lifting his cock into the air. \"Is this your first time, pilgrim?\" she asked. \"Shall I teach you how to use your endowment?\"\n\nCody nodded, his nostrils flaring as Glassius stroked his cock slowly. Her fingers oozed a clear fluid that was warm and slick, coating his shaft until it glistened in the light. His cock tingled and practically sung under her sensual grip, sliding his flesh under her fingers. \"Gods save me, this is too much,\" he moaned.\n\nAs her hand swirled under the head of his virgin cock, Cody couldn't hold back and spasmed as he fell to his knees, white hot cum spraying the grass before him. Glassius laughed and petted him more, milking every drop out of him. \n\n\"You *are* a virgin, aren't you?\" she whispered. \"That is wonderful, I am honored to be your first. I will teach you how to maintain your stamina, so that you may please yourself and your future partners. That is my gift to you, if you wish to accept it.\" \n\nGlassius eased him off his feet and he laid on the grass on his side, legs still twitching. She reached between his legs and found his sack, which looked giant in her tiny hands. She gave each lump a loving squeeze and Cody felt rejuvenated, as if his vigor was restored. She reached deeper, behind the sack, and touched a lump of nerves that pushed his bone back into his aching cock. \n\n\"The first time is always quickest, but the second can last as long as you need it,\" she said, stroking him faster. \"You must learn to control *these* muscles,\" she said, touching his loins. \"That is the harness within you. Do you understand?\"\n\nCody was wild-eyed with lust but nodded and whinnied. \n\n\"Let's move onto lesson two: a position of love.\" Glassius laid down facing Cody and looked into his fierce eyes. \"If you wish to last longer, you and your partner need to be comfortable.\" She turned around and backed into his large frame, wedging his hard cock between her flanks. A dot of cum squeezed out and coated her lower back, which she used to massage between her legs. \n\n\"Now pilgrim, grab your cock and slip it in me,\" she instructed. Cody struggled to bring his long cock down but shifted until his head was between her legs. \"Hold onto my breast,\" she said, guiding his hand to her hard nipples. \"Now, gently move in... Ah! Yes!\"\n\nCody saw stars as his cock breached her pussy, the hot tight muscles coaxing him deeper into her. She held him like a vice, and he reciprocated by squeezing her breast firmly. Glassius moaned and rocked into him, grinding around his thick cock. \n\n\"Hold my leg up,\" she said, and he complied. His nose inhaled the mix of sex, grass, and fresh air and it drove him wilder. He gripped her thigh and thrust faster and faster, reveling in the pleasure. Cody felt more control of his loins, his mind and heart in sync with his body. \"Ff-fuck,\" she uttered, holding his muzzle against her neck. \n\nCody's consciousness floated out of his body and he watched himself fuck Glassius in the warm light. The feeling of detachment helped him understand the nature of love in a way he couldn't comprehend until he had been inside a partner like this. He could see her eyes look back with desire and he felt himself sink back into his body, ready to release another load. \n\n\"Are you ready?\" he asked, waiting for her reply. As she nodded, he let go of his inhibitions and felt his balls tighten against his body. He neighed and grunted as the second orgasm surged through his loins, shooting his cum deep into her body. He held her and turned onto his back, holding her body tight as more cum leaked out of her legs and dripped onto his groin.\n\n\"Good, very good, pilgrim,\" she cooed, scratching his ears. When she planted the microchip at the base of his ears, he never felt it. \"You are a quick learner.\" As she rose, Cody watched his cum drip down her legs in large rivulets. \"Now let us bath,\" she said, giving him her hand. She led him back to the stream and cleaned him, then let him rest. \n\n\"When you awake,\" she whispered, \"return to your village and tell no one of your journey.\" As Cody's eyes flitted and closed, he heard her say, \"Good luck pilgrim.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: March 2019
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"content": "I also really like these ([1](https://redd.it/azd2hr), [2](https://redd.it/b0b1zu)) prompts by /u/theDudeist00 and /u/Mutant_Llama1, respectively, and would love to see responses to these in addition to the unanswered prompt of the week.\n___\nEDIT: \n1: [[WP] Your friend flirted with you as a joke. You bit and started flirting back. They called your bluff and followed you home. What started as a joke has become something very real...](https://redd.it/azd2hr)\n\n2: [[WP] Zombie virus is spread through kissing, and causes feelings of intense infatuation that an infected person cannot distinguish from love.](https://redd.it/b0b1zu)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (TT) In a twist, a fat balding middle aged man wakes up to see he is the star of a web cam show and hot Asian and Russian girls are sending in requests
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"content": "It started with a private session with a cam model named, \"Honey_Badger_DGAF,\" or 'Badger,' to all her regulars. Alan had prepared for the one full hour of cam-to-cam by submitting the necessary ID to the site well in advance of his appointment, and placing his favorite toys on the bed within arm's reach. He laid down in his boxer briefs and turned on his laptop webcam, waiting in her virtual room. The blank space where her stream normally appeared blinked on and he saw her, sitting in her usual gamer's chair. \n\n\"Hi Greedo,\" she said pleasantly, waving at him. Badger was a petite asian woman living somewhere in Alan's timezone; he never pressed for personal details. She wore a loose tee shirt and skin-tight yoga pants, knowing that he liked a slow strip tease. \"Are you ready for a good time?\"\n\n\"Hey Badger, long time no see,\" he replied. Like others, Alan went by handle that wasn't his real name. He chose \"Greedo_Shot_First\" because he liked how the Star Wars purists fell over themselves whenever he entered a chat room, but also because he had a self-deprecating sense of humor and it was a nod to premature ejaculation. He propped himself onto his side and waved back. \n\nBadger started her music and moved the chair out of the way. The tempo was slow and smoldering, letting Alan savor every curve as her hands drew his attention to her ass, thighs, and dainty feet.\n\n\"Fuck, that's hot,\" he uttered into his wireless headset. Alan tipped twenty tokens and let his hand drift under his waistband. He cupped his warming balls and played with the space between them and the base of his hardening cock.\n\nThe ping of the token tip caught Badger's attention. \"Thank you, sweetie,\" she said over her shoulder. Her ass was pointed towards the cam, and she rolled the elastic waist down, revealing more of her tanned skin and a stringy red thong over her crack. She noticed something behind him, the unmistakable headstock of an acoustic guitar. \n\n\"Greedo, that guitar...do you play?\" she asked, twerking her ass.\n\nAlan looked behind him and remembered that he still had it, even though he didn't play often. He pulled it from its stand and held it in front of him, the back of the body pressed lightly on his underwear. He strummed a few chords to warm up, then started to play \"Blackbird.\" Badger stopped dancing and sat down in her chair and watched his stream, rapt. Despite the odd posture, Alan's old skills took over and his cover was warm and clean. \n\nAs he let the final chord fade out, he heard the token sound from the cam site. He was confused, since *he* couldn't have tipped. He was alarmed that someone else might be in the chat room. \"Did you hear that?\" he asked Badger.\n\n\"Yeah, I gave you 50 tokens for the song. It was beautiful, Greedo.\"\n\n\"Thanks, I didn't even know I could get tipped.\"\n\n\"Well, since you went through the trouble of ID verification, you're actually set up as a cam model now,\" she answered back. \"Have you... ever thought about streaming?\"\n\nAlan blushed. He was flattered but also nervous, having never performed for anyone except himself. \"I'm not sure that's a good idea. I mean, how wants to see this,\" he said, grabbing and shaking a handful of belly fat. \n\n\"Listen, there's an audience for it, trust me,\" she replied. Badger's eyes lit up. \"If you're open to it, I could invite some friends to watch you play.\"\n\n\"Really? I mean just playing guitar?\"\n\n\"And play with other things, Greedo. Whatever you're comfortable with. I promise we'll be the most supportive group you've ever seen. What do you say?\"\n\nAn hour later, Greedo had a Twitter account, premium Snap, and a tip menu with items that ranged from flirty to functional. Users could tip for cock massage with oil, or changing the oil in small block engines. He dragged two work lights from the garage and his bedroom became a brightly lit studio, albeit more basic than other streams. Alan sat crosslegged on the bed and stared at the pale white dot on the laptop, indicating that his camera was on.\n\nThe first tip came from *yellow_flavored_kisses99*, along with a request for an outfit change. *Dress up like a bank manager about to deny me a loan*, it said. He complied, returning a few minutes later wearing a blue dress shirt with cuff links and a charcoal-gray suit. He role played as a branch manager who could underwrite her car loan if she provided some \"collateral,\" with a wink and a nudge.\n\nAs Alan talked dirty, stroking himself into the character, the tips started to roll in from new users. 50, 100, even 500 tokens were tipped as he extended the scene, using his fleshlight as a proxy for her mouth.\tAlan, true to his username, did not last long. He leaned back in his chair and let his cum shoot onto his tie, dripping and staining the silk. The room went wild.\n\n\"I guess you really liked it, thank you,\" he said with gratitude. \"If you liked the show, don't forget to follow me here and on social media.\" He stopped broadcasting and tried to catch his breath. The exhilaration of roleplaying was a new feeling he'd never had before and didn't know how to process it. All he knew for sure was that he didn't want to stop.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You thought you had been pretty sneaky when you masturbated under the covers late at night in your dorm room. You find out that not only has your roommate noticed, but they’ve quietly started joining you.
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"content": "Note: it's a [MM] ~~bro job~~ [Edit: apparently I don't know what that means] story.\n***\n\nRay stared at the ceiling, cast in orange light from the parking lot below and wished he could go to sleep. He was stressed out about tomorrow's biology final, which promised to be even more grueling than the mid-term. Ray passed that exam by the skin of his teeth and he'd been studying for the final even harder, but his doubts were getting the best of him this night. He needed a distraction.\n\nHe pulled his phone and wireless earbuds from the low shelf above his bed. *Three AM, fuck*, he thought as he looked at the phone display. He turned to look at his roommate's side of the room, a mirror image of his own, and recognized Paul's form under his blanket, facing the wall. Ray pulled his bed sheet over his head then unlocked his phone. He had to squint when the harsh blue light snapped on as he opened his browser and opened the Gone Wild Audio subreddit. \n\nRay found a post that interested him: a domestic goddess who wants nothing more than to please her restless husband in bed. He started the audio, locked the phone again, then closed his eyes. He imagined himself in her bed, listening to her deep, sexy voice, and instantly felt more relaxed. As she described how she moved around her husband's body, Ray let his hands follow, touching his chest and nipples before sliding further down until his fingertips rested on his pubic mound. \n\n\"Baby, I'm going to take away all your worries, just like you do for your family,\" she whispered while stroking the outline of the imaginary cock. Ray pulled down his pajamas and held his own penis, feeling the warmth of his flesh around his palm. He held himself at his base, trying to imagine it was her, but he just couldn't visualize it. Ray let out a frustrated sigh.\n\n\"Hey, you okay man?\" he heard Paul murmur. Ray swiped his hands down to his sides and his back stiffened. He couldn't believe he'd been caught jerking off.\n\n\"Um, yeah. I uh, can't sleep,\" he replied. Ray turned his head and saw that Paul had turned onto his side, facing him. He couldn't see details, only the dim outline of his bald head and shoulders, like dark rolling mountains. Ray couldn't be sure, but it looked like his arm was moving. \n\n\"Okay man, if you want to finish up, that's cool.\"\n\n\"Um, so you heard... it? Me, uh-\" \n\n\"Jerking off? Yeah, it was hard to miss dude...for a while now. Let me just say that I admire your stamina,\" Paul replied. \"You're gonna make your girlfriend very happy for a long time.\"\n\nRay felt his face redden and blush in the dark. He felt the bedsheet drop as his erect penis shrank back down. When he realized he had been showing off his tent pole, Ray turned to his side. \"I uh, think I'm done for the night.\"\n\nPaul sat up and swung his legs down to face Ray. \"Dude, I didn't mean to give you blue balls. It sucks, I know.\" He stared at Ray silently for a moment then said, \"Do you, want some help?\"\n\n\"Hey man, I'm not gay,\" Ray said defensively.\n\n\"I didn't say you were,\" Paul replied. \"I'm not either, but listen. Back when I was in summer camp and we were horny as fuck, we'd jerk each other off with our eyes closed. I'd think about this camp counselor, Suzie...mmph... and then I'd stroke my bunkmate and he'd do it to me. It's not like we're kissing or anything. Not even touching each other, well... except in one place.\"\n\n\"I don't know man, I've never touched another guy's dick.\"\n\n\"Well you've touched your own right? It feels the same, but let me tell you, the feeling of a *real* hand, not yours on your cock? It's pretty fucking amazing. What do you say.\"\n\n\"So, how would this work?\"\n\nPaul stood up in the center of the room and dropped his boxers. Ray could only make out the shadow of his roommate as he approached his side of the room. Ray slid back until he felt the cold cinder block wall against his still bare hip. Paul crawled into his bed and stared at the ceiling. \n\n\"Okay, so do whatever it was to get you in the mood. What is that, by the way?\"\n\n\"Erotic audio.\"\n\n\"Nice. I usually just spit shine but do you mind sharing?\"\n\nRay gave Paul one of the ear buds and restarted the audio. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he desperately wanted to get off. As the woman began the pillow talk again, Ray felt a hand slide over his flaccid penis. Fingers began to strum his shaft, like a run on a piano. He reciprocated, finding Paul's cock already stiff. Ray held him at his base, listening to her words of encouragement.\n\nShe reached the point where she began to blow her husband, and Ray began to stroke in time with her sucking. He could feel Paul's hand do the same, twisting his skin slightly as it reached his head. Ray hadn't felt so hard since losing his virginity. In his imagination, this goddess in his ears was pleasuring him with loving strokes and kisses. His hand naturally rose and fell, squeezing Paul's cock while Paul's hand pleasured him back. \n\nThe scene changed and she was now riding him, faster with wet slaps as her pussy bottomed out on his cock. Ray felt the hand pump him faster, the fingers just grazing his balls as they hit the base. He tried to follow, but his strokes were erratic. Ray was losing himself in the audio and was having trouble keeping pace. He felt another hand wrap around his, to guide his hand to rub faster. The jolt of recognition faded and Ray jerked off Paul with more gusto. \n\nRay felt pre-cum on his fingers as Paul edged closer to climax, the audio filling his ear with soft moans and sex. The pleasure from a strange hand on his cock was sent to every nerve ending in his body. Paul softly grunted and came with a spurt that landed on his belly. Ray took his hand off reflexively but Paul still worked on him, now stroking for two. \n\n\"Fuck a baby into me,\" they heard the woman moan. \"Fuck my tight wet pussy, the pussy that you own, the pussy that aches only for your cock.\"\n\nRay felt himself tighten as cum built up behind Paul's firm grip. He grabbed the bedsheet on one side and carelessly gripped Paul's thigh on the other as his hips bucked, a ribbon of cum shooting onto his chest. Paul stroked him faster, milking every last drop until cum oozed over his fingers and skin. Ray panted and tried to catch his breath, finally moving his hand back to his own leg. \n\nPaul rose from the bed and pulled two hand towels from the closet. He threw one to Ray then cleaned himself off, tossing the stained towel by the door. Ray did the same, then pulled up his pants. \n\n\"Jesus, I needed that,\" Paul said, climbing into his own bed. \"You good, bro?\"\n\nRay stared at the ceiling again, but now his muscles felt more relaxed, his cock cooling in the air. He smiled and said, \"Yeah man, I'm good. Thanks for that.\" He pulled out his earbud and drifted pleasantly to sleep.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Other people called them terrifying, a freak of nature, a monster. You called them beautiful.
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"content": "Allison entered the cavern prepared. She could only feel cool, damp air on her face and neck, the rest of her body covered in protective layers. After her first few encounters, Allison knew what precautions to take, to wear the custom woven chain mail under natural fibered clothes: synthetics tended to melt.\n\nThat first time in the cavern was scary but exhilarating. Allison had discovered the legend while researching road-side attractions. The locals here spoke of the 'Ghost in the Caves' with healthy respect, keeping their distance as much as possible. But occasionally, a lamb would cross the meadow and get lost, or a dog would chase its prey into the dark entrance, and someone would have to go in and search. They always returned but never unharmed. She first entered the cavern wearing shorts and a tee shirt with over-the-ear headphones connected to a multi-sensing monitor, converting every conceivable wave into sound.\n\nShe had cleared the Cathedral, the largest area in the network of caverns and tread lightly to the smaller chambers further back. A dim light flickered, illuminating the path to a crevice in the walls. She followed it, carefully stepping around the wet spots and loose rocks on the floor. Her headlamp began to flicker, then died completely as she reached the gap in the wall.\n\nSuddenly, Allison saw the dim light brighten intensely, like blue and white flames. The air sizzled and her headphones emitted an uncomfortable high-pitched whine, sending her backwards into the main chamber. She had stumbled and fallen onto her butt, landing in a pool of cold water. The roar of electricity echoed in the chamber as it entered from the gap. It hung in the air like a chandelier, hovering above Allison's surprised face, then a tendril of lightning arced into her monitor. The machine let out a pop then shorted out, but not before the signal was passed between the headphone muffs, with Allison's skull in between. She saw and heard the message clearly in her mind: *No Harm*.\n\nAllison hadn't known what to make of it, especially since the electricity ran through her body like a train made of knives, exiting out of her wet pants. She scrambled out of the cave without turning back.\n\nThat was then, and today was a new day. The ball lightning was as surprised as Allison to see her return, each time she that she did over the course of a year. In that time, they learned how to communicate without harming each other, then ultimately, how to touch and be touched. *Ree can feel electrical resistance!* she wrote in her journal, the first time she observed it. Allison's engineering degree came in handy when she designed her new gear. Her clothes woven with partially insulated wires allowed them both to feel *everything* safely.\n\n`I am here`, Allison typed on the modified stone, a tablet she built to send messages to Ree. She watched the blue light grow from the back wall as Ree approached the Cathedral chamber.\n\n`I am here too`, she read below her line. `Are you sure you wish to try a union?`\n\nAllison took a deep breath. \"It's now or never,\" she said aloud, then typed: `I still want this. Do you?`\n\n`I have been so alone for so long. Yes, all the yes!`\n\nAllison dropped her gear and walked to the center of the chamber where a rock formation looked like a large table. She removed her boots and over coat, revealing a skin-tight body suit. The brightly colored wiring crisscrossed her body, curving around her hips, breasts, and sex. She pulled the cowl over her head and the transformation was complete: Allison was finally ready to explore a whole new universe with the strangest, most beautiful partner in history.\n\nAs Ree approached, the wiring glowed warmly at her feet. Tendrils of lightning and plasma arched at her toes and ankles, sending tingles up her calf. Allison gasped as the suit and mail did their job, allowing her to feel Ree's touch as a gentle buzz.\n\nAllison bent her knees and spread her legs as Ree surrounded her lower body. The intense light from the sphere would have been too much, but the heavy contacts built into the cowl allowed her to look at Ree and all of its extensions. Allison watched as a long thread of electricity float over her chest and she reached out with her gloved hand. Ree's reaction was instantaneous, its luminosity pulsing slowly as the high-resistance gloves changed the resistance in the flow. Allison felt Ree humming in her hand. She thought how many people had ever held lighting in their hands and felt a rush of excitement deep inside her.\n\nRee lowered itself onto Allison's hips and torso, and the wires glowed brightly, casting shadows throughout the chamber. Allison felt the heat and buzzing over her belly and lower. Ree was weightless, but it was a *force* that seemed to knowingly lick the suit over her pubic mound. Her clit swelled underneath, the chain mail vibrating it relentlessly. Allison moaned into the fabric over her mouth, the vapor from her breath coalescing and cooling before she closed her mouth over it.\n\nThey stayed like this, pulling and pushing in the blue-white glow as the waves of their pleasure ebbed and flowed like the pulses of light on Allison's wired suit. *Oh god, I'm going to cum,* Allison thought as she rocked her hips up and down. Ree seemed to flicker faster as well, both of them synchronized with their arousal. Each time her butt fell back to the rock, she could feel the dampness between her legs get pulled into the suit. Allison didn't account for the volume of wetness she'd experience under Ree's encounter, and the newly created contact point on her suit turned her tail bone into a lightning rod.\n\n\"Oh Fuck!\" she screamed as Ree's unharnessed touch raced through her. Allison convulsed and exploded as her orgasm sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body, finally rolling off the rock and onto the floor. Ree floated higher to illuminate the chamber and watched as Allison stood and pulled back the cowl. Allison was breathing hard and sweaty, but walked slowly to the tablet.\n\n`I have to fix something, but that was everything I wanted and more,` she typed.\n\nRee let a tendril drop to the tablet as Allison backed away.\n\n`I cannot wait to try again.`\n\nAllison thought about it, and knew she felt the same way.\n\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Make love, not war... literally.
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"content": "\"Dive! Dive!\" bellowed Commander Leslon to his navigator. \"Get us to 80 meters or we're fucked, Mister Mitchell.\"\n\n\"Aye Aye, Skipper,\" Pretty Officer Mitchell replied. \"Engines, prepare to flood the ballasts to depth minus 8-0 meters on my mark. 3, 2, 1, mark!\"\n\nThe sub groaned and pitched forward as they attempted the aggressive dive. The enemy destroyer was barreling towards them and Commander Leslon had over 100 souls to keep alive, if not refreshed.\n\n\"Skipper, ballast tanks are still buoyant!\" Mitchell yelled. \n\n\"Sir, outer sensors on the hull are picking up heavy condensation,\" chimed in the ensign. \"Skipper, they led us into a lube field. Ballasts are plugged\"\n\n\"Blast! Those cheeky bastards think they can catch us on the surface!\"\n\n\"Lieutenant Mercy, get SexCom on the line, we need support,\" commanded the XO. \n\nMercy shook her head and yanked of her headphones. \"It's no use sir, we're being jammed.\"\n\nThe XO grabbed her cans and put them over his ears. \n\n>🎵*I've been really trying, baby. Trying to hold on to that feeling, for so long...*\n\n\"Jammed?\" Commander Leslon asked.\n\n\"The slowest and smoothest,\" reported the XO. \"Looks like we're on our own.\"\n\nThe Skipper grabbed the microphone and hailed the engine room. \"Briggs! Stratton! I need those engines pumping now!\"\n\n\"Aye, Skipper, we're giving her what for but she'll tear apart if we push it,\" Stratton squawked.\n\n\"Skipper, enemy destroyer is 5 clicks away and closing.\"\n\n\"How long till we clear the lube field?\"\n\n\"Eight minutes, Skipper,\" Mercy replied.\n\n\"Fire control,\" Leslon called. \"Load the Synth Lady torpedoes in tubes 1 through 4. They want to tussle, they'll get one.\"\n\nMitchell ran the numbers and handed the course plot to the XO. \n\n\"It's close, Frank,\" he said to Leslon, handing over the sheet. \"Mitchell, be ready to turn her about once we clear the field.\"\n\n\"Aye aye, sir.\" Mitchell locked his eyes on the monitors, waiting for the exact moment to swing the sub 180 degrees.\n\n\"Enemy destroyer, two clicks,\" Mercy shouted.\n\n\"Field clear in ten seconds!\" Mitchell sounded.\n\nLeslon raised the periscope. Years of surviving in the water taught him how to calculate the torpedo charges and headings in his mind.\n\n\"Fire control, set torpedoes to minus 11 degrees, burst 10, in my mark.\"\n\n\"Field clear!\" Mitchell shouted. \"Heading 40 degrees'\"\n\n\"Fire torpedo 1 and to 2!\" Leslon commanded. \"Fire 3 and 4!\"\n\n\"Sluts in the water'\" fire control responded. The crew heard the whoosh of the modified sex dolls heading straight for enemy ship. The torpedoes launched out of the water and delivered their cargo onto the destroyer deck. \n\nThe four naked sex bots rose to their feet, then tossed back their feathered hair. The destroyer crew gasped at the first female form they'd seen in months. \"Hey sailor,\" they said in unison.\n\n\"The destroyer is slowing down!\" Mercy shouted.\n\n\"Mister Mitchell, set course for base,\" Leslon ordered.\n\n\"Aye, Skipper,\" he said gleefully.\n\nAs they cleared the lube field and freed the ballast covers, they slid silently into the water and plunged into the murky sea.\n\n***\n\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "\"Come on, come on,\" Martin said desperately at the tiny screen, but it was clear he was going to lose the race. Once again, he finished dead last in multi-player Mario Kart for 3DS. Wrath jumped up from the couch and pumped his fist in the air.\n\n\"Ha! Yes! Suck it!\" he screamed in Sloth's face, who just looked up at him and shrugged slowly. \"What? Fuck you! Alright, everybody! Rematch.\"\n\nThe players in the room groaned. They had been playing for hours and Martin's eyes were starting to feel like dried balls of cotton. He stood up from the couch and yawned. \"I'm done guys. Some other time.\"\n\n\"More crates for me,\" said Gluttony, standing by the fridge. He managed to play one handed, his fat fingers covering the 3DS laying on the counter, while he ate a bucket of fried chicken drumsticks dipped in cold gravy. \n\nMartin walked down the hall to his room and heard the sound of tinny engines revving again, then closed the door behind him. He grabbed his phone from the bed side table and stared at the empty notification screen. There weren't even spam emails from \"girls\" just waiting to suck his dick. He sighed and opened Instagram and immediately regretted it. He scrolled down the infinite parade of people having a better time than him. \n\nHe looked at a former coworker's vacation food pictures and felt a pang in his stomach, even though he had eaten a sandwich and a brownie from the buffet platter Gluttony had made. His food was always top notch before, but lately, Martin could only taste ash. Maybe it was him. He was in the habit of staying up late, reading Twitter threads that went nowhere before passing out and waking up in the morning, feeling like garbage. He heard a soft knock on his door.\n\n\"It's open,\" he said, putting the phone down. The door opened with Lust and Envy standing side by side. \n\n\"Can we come in?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said, scooting over to make room on the edge of his bed. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"We've been noticing that you haven't been yourself lately,\" Lust started. \"I... that is, we were worried and wanted to see how you're doing.\"\n\nMartin sighed. \"I don't know, at first I thought this living arrangement was going to be great, I mean, who wants to give up rent free housing but I feel like, now, I never leave the house, and everything feels, well, empty.\"\n\nLust sat down next to him and put her hand on his thigh. The feeling of raw animal attraction raced through Martin's body and hit his brain like a lightning bolt. She watched the bulge in his pants get bigger before she took her hand off and giggled. Martin knew he had to be careful being around them, the slightest touch could melt his mortal brain, but as the heat subsided, his erection did not. \"Did I do that?\" she asked coyly.\n\nEnvy dropped to her knees in front of Martin with a wide-eyed look of curiosity. She was focused on his jeans in a way that made him feel a little uncomfortable. \n\n\"Um, Martin?\" she asked. \"Can I see it?\"\n\n\"Do it!\" Pride shouted from the doorway. \"You're gonna love it, V.\"\n\n*Why the fuck not*, he thought. Martin unbuttoned his pants then slid them to the floor, then removed his boxers. He sat at the edge of the bed as Envy crawled closer until her nose almost touched the tip of his cock. \n\n\"It's...so big,\" Envy said. \"I wish *I* had a cock like that, don't you Elle?\"\n\nLust nodded and crawled behind Martin. She snapped her fingers and her clothes disintegrated, showing off her shiny red skin. She sidled up to Martin until he could feel her breasts on his back, and her hands on his hips. His cock began to drip pre-cum as it bobbed up and down on its own.\n\nEnvy's clothes vanished and she began to rub her clit until it swelled and lengthened into a penis to rival Martin's. \"I have to see who's is better,\" she said as she gripped her cock in one hand and Martin's in the other. She stroked them in sync, watching them both harden even more. \n\n\"Why don't you show her how to use it,\" Lust whispered in his ear. Her hot breath raised the hairs on his neck and he looked down at Envy.\n\n\"Yes, Martin, show me. I want to know. I want to know *everything*.\" \n\nHe grabbed her head with his fingers under her jaw and raised her slightly, then guided her mouth over his tip. He was overcome with intense feelings of jealousy as her warm mouth enveloped him. All he could think about was the life his friends were living while he stayed in. Envy was rubbing off on him. Lust could sense his passion wavering as Envy's emotions flooded the same senses in his mind. \n\n\"Fuck her mouth!\" yelled Wrath as he stormed into the room. \"Don't let this green whiny piece of shit ruin your day. Fuck this bitch till she gags!\"\n\nMartin's eyes were alight with a rage that made his face beet red. He grabbed Envy by the back of her head and held her down on his cock. He felt her throat constrict around it, pulsing around his head until she forced herself off it. A stream of saliva dripped from her mouth down to her own cock, now throbbing like Martin's.\n\n\"Again! Do it again!\" shouted Greed from under the bed, his head between Envy's legs. He couldn't wait for Martin and he moved to suck on Envy's cock. \"Mmm, more\" he moaned as he slurped and sucked the green phallus.\n\nMartin leaned back into Lust's chest and his mind raced from one emotion to the next. His cock twitched as he thought about fucking Lust. \n\n\"Don't,\" she said, reading his mind. \"Unless you want to wind up dead from exhaustion.\" \n\n\"Hey, what's going on guys?\" asked Sloth from the hallway. \n\n\"Get your slow ass in here!\" Wrath shouted, punching his open palm. \n\n\"Hey Martin are you-\" Sloth started to say before Wrath threw her onto the bed. \"What's, what's up?\"\n\n\"Martin's going to fuck your brains out, is that okay?\" Lust asked.\n\n\"Um, yeah, I guess.\" she snapped her fingers and the loose sweatpants she wore disappeared, revealing her thick legs and large, hairy pussy. \n\nLust grabbed Martin's cock for good measure and threw him on top of Sloth. She spat on her pussy and rubbed it with his head until the folds between Sloth's legs parted and let him in. \n\n\"Jesus, your so tight,\" Martin moaned. \n\nLust slapped him in the face and he looked at her, surprised. \"We don't say the J-word around here. Just fuck her silly.\" She patted him on his ass, which sent his hips thrusting with passionate rhythm into Sloth's pussy. He grabbed her large breast under her sweatshirt and loved how the tender flesh filled his hand, making him even hornier. He threw one of her legs onto his shoulder and fucked her sideways. Sloth looked up with an expression of detachment and sighed.\n\n\"Don't look at her dude,\" said Pride. He stood next to the bed, stroking his own cock. \"He took his hand off his cock and raised it to Martin. \"High five, dude.\"\n\nMartin was panting and thrusting but managed to slap Pride's wet hand before focusing back on Sloth.\n\n\"I want it like that,\" Envy said, pushing Greed off of her cock, oozing with cum. She grabbed Gluttony's pear shape body and tugged on his waistband, pulling his pants down and bending him over in one smooth motion. She watched Martin slide in and out of Sloth and tried to mimic it, sliding her green cock between Gluttony's cheeks. \"Come on Tony, spread em.\"\n\nGluttony reached over with his thick fingers and pulled his cheeks back, letting Envy push into his plush behind. She was unused to thrusting so vigorously and she could not seem to get the tempo right, nearly pushing Gluttony to the ground.\n\nLust held Martin upright as he continued to fuck Sloth with wild abandon. Greed unzipped his pants and slipped his cock into Lust's pussy from behind, the two of them feeding off of each other with intense passion. \"Fuck, don't stop,\" she moaned, sandwiched between Martin and greed. \n\n\"Um, I could use a break,\" Sloth said meekly. Martin couldn't hold back any longer and he grunted loudly before unloading his seed into her. \"Nevermind,\" she said glumly.\n\nMartin collapsed onto her chest, breathing hard while Lust followed him. He could feel Greed's balls slap him from behind and his brain wrinkled trying to figure out how. The night melted into a cacophony of moans as all deadly sins gave and took everything they could. \n\nThey piled into Martin's bed like tired puppies, arms and legs splayed everywhere. Martin looked over at his phone and thought about grabbing it, but then thought better and turned out the lights.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [CW] 600 Word Quick Prompts
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"content": "It's natural to have a close relationship with your bodyguard, but the prince(ss) has a *very* close relationship with the knight who protects them.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!The prince(ss) is nervous about a speech they have to give. The bodyguard helps take their mind off it.!<\n\n\n>!In public, the prince(ss) is always in charge. Behind closed bedroom doors, they relish the chance to let go of their authority and submit.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl named Karla can't afford to enroll in a normal college so instead she enrolled at one of the alternative colleges. Instead of paying money for the education, each girl is assigned to a group of faculty members who are free to have sex with their assigned students whenever they want.
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"content": "Karla filled in the bubble for the answer D on question #32. To say she studied last night would be half untrue. The real truth is her professor wanted to screw. And screw her he did all damn night and all morning too. \n\nNow there was the test. Her mind drew blanks and misfired from lack of sleep. A few of the other girls in her class had the same look. Hair askew with big coffees at their desks. Anything to try and regain the energy spent. The worn down \nbeauties trying desperately to pass. \n\n“Karla.”\n\nThe familiar voice landed on her ears. \n\nA hot hand rested on the back of her neck. \n\nAll day and all night again. She slept through her 7:30 class and 9:45 as well. \n\nDuring swimming practice she found her second wind. Of course after practice he was in the locker room and wanted to get it in. \n\n“How’s school dear?”\n\nHer mother’s voice was a comforting thing. \n\n“It’s hard mom.”\n\nIt was as she bounced on it. \n\n“Tell your mother I said hi.”\n\nShe groaned and shuddered as he turned her around on top of his pelvis. Positioning her in a deep rear cowgirl way. \n\n“Professor Richardson says hello.”\n\nHis hands found hip and his hips met ass. \n\n“Oh he’s a wonderful man that teacher of yours. Work closely with him Karla. It’s good to find a mentor in your college years.”\n\nKarla shuddered as he finished deep inside. \n\n“I have to go mom. He’s working me... with me right now.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You land at a large international airport on your way home but the next leg of your trip is delayed for a few hours. You open your dating app and are surprised to find a match in one of the terminals. Write a story about your stopover date and hookup.
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"content": "*Hmm,* John thinks to himself as he turns into the concourse, *Concourse C, halfway down, ah, there it is!* As he walks briskly toward the garish neon sign he remembers her exact words. “Concourse C, that’s C as in *cock*…le shells, Handsome. Half way down, uh ..., unless you’re really good.” *Damn, great looks and bawdy, too!* He turns into the bar and blinks, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. *Ok* he thinks, *Here I am, now where is she?* He looks for the blue eyes peeking out from under the soft hair and and listens for that throaty laugh. *Oh fuck!* he thinks, *She could be the best so far! Now where is she?* \n\n“Buy a girl a drink, Handsome?” \n\n*Fuck! Yes! That voice! That throaty voice! Oh fuck! She’s pursing her lips. How hot! Oh, the hair, the soft, silky hair! Oh, that hair! The hair is falling forward, nearly covering her eye! Oh, baby! Drag that hair over me! Please, please, please! Drag that hair over my chest as you work your way down to put those pouty lips …* \n\n“Sure, Beautiful! Just give me a second to stow my gear. Say, you look like a million bucks, Beautiful. A cool million from the look of you.” Almost! A little more lisp, yeah Bogie had a little more lisp in there. “Sho Beautiful, what brings a nice girl like you to a dive like thish? Hey, you know a nice girl could get in a lot of trouble with all these fly boys around. They’re pretty recklessh, you know.” \n\n“Well, Handsome, I’m just a sweet innocent little country girl. I had *no* idea flyers were dangerous! Good thing you happened by. Will you keep an eye on me? Keep me out of trouble?” \n\n“Shure, Beautiful. I’ll keep an eye on you but I can’t promise that will keep you *out* of trouble. Shee, I’m a shucker for a pretty face, and they don’t come any prettier than you.” \n\n*Yeah, that’s it! The lisp is perfect? Pure Bogart!* \n\n“By the way, Beautiful, where are you headed?” \n\n“Well … I guess that depends!” She times the pause perfectly. As soon as she can see another question forming on his lips she continues. “See, I’m looking for a man. Not just any man, mind you. But a man who knows how to treat a lady.” She purses her lips and tilts her head just enough for her hair to fall a bit more over her eye. Then she lifts her chin so he can see both her eyes. She purses her lips for another perfect pause and finishes the speech. “Do you know where I can find a guy like that?”\n\n*Oh fucking fuck! It’s her! It’s Bacall. I’m in heaven!* \n\n“Well, Beautiful, you just have. I’m your man. Yes, I know exactly what you need. See, one look into your eyes and I knew exactly what you need. Yeah, Beautiful, you need me. You’ve been waiting for me all your life.” \n\n“Pretty sure of yourself, Handsome. I’m a lot of woman, you know. Sure you’re man enough? You know, I have to take charge with most guys. It’s embarrassing. Think you have what it takes?” \n\nShe tosses her head carelessly. She’s thrown down the challenge. Now she gives him that smoldering look and a pout that’s just begging to be kissed away. \n“You can bank on it, Beautiful, you can bet the rent money on it. See, I’ve been looking for a real woman all my life. Never found one that even came close. That’s until I met you.” \n\nThe mood music stopped and after a harsh click a scratchy intercom voice broke the mood. “Your attention please! Your attention please! Flight 345 has been cancelled. All passengers on Flight 345 should report to Gate 35, Concourse C for Charles for rebooking. We will get you on a flight tomorrow and provide overnight accomodations at the *Hotel Internationale*. \n\nBogie left the building. \n\n“Oh, damn! That’s me. Much as I hate to end this, I better get things settled for tomorrow. Hey, this has been great! You are fantastic. I felt like I was watching Lauren Bacall in an old movie. Hey, naturally I’ll pay for the full two hours.” \n\n“Oh, no! You only used one, well not quite one. Say, you did a pretty good Bogart too. Not many guys can get that slight lisp right. My agency hires guys too. Bet they operate wherever you’re from. You might find it a great way to pick up a few bucks while you are having some fun.” \n\nHe paid for a full hour and gave her a nice tip. She thanked him and wished him luck getting home. He knew he should get going, he knew the dates weren’t supposed to fraternize with the clients. He started to get up, but sat back down. \n\n“Look, I was wondering, uh, yeah, I know it’s against the rules but, uh ... would you like to have dinner? I mean if you’re free. Just dinner. No strings, no expectations. Honest! Just a simple dinner and not in character. Just you keeping a stranded traveller company.” \n\n“Oh, gee, thanks. I’m flattered but it *is* against company policy. I don’t really think it's a good idea.” \n\n“Yeah, I understand. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Well, thanks again.” \n\nJohn didn’t get very far. He thought, *What would Bogie do*! But when he turned around he realized he should do what John would do. \n\n“Yeah, I’m back. Hey, I know I’m being a pest, but this might be our only chance. Yeah, your Bacall knocked me over, but I saw something when I looked at your picture in your app. Before I saw you as Bacall. Before Bacall flirted with me. So, yeah, it’s against the rules, but there's an exception to every rule, right? So, what about it. Just dinner, nothing else. Just a dinner to get to know each other a little.” \n\nJohn sees a pensive expression settle on her face. He almost chuckles. Time to close the sale. After all, he was Salesman of the Year three years running. \n\n“Come on, say yes. You know you’ll always wonder if you don’t. Just a little dinner.” He put on his crooked little bad boy grin before closed his pitch. “Just a little dinner tonight and then you can tell me if I was right at breakfast!” \n\nHer jaw drops. Then her eyes come alive and she throws her head back and laughs. \n\n“You know, I *have* been looking for a man that can give me what I need. Maybe it *is* you. Dinner! That’s all I’m agreeing to. Understood?” \n\n*** \nEdit: Rewrite to improve ending per suggestion from /u/unfortunatemole\n\n~~“Oh, ah~~ … ~~Oh, oh, oh~~ ... ~~yes, yes, yes~~ … ~~Oh, that’s what I need, Handsome! Give me what I NEED! Oh, yes, right there, THERE! Yes! Oh-oh-oh, faster, yes like that! Oh-oh-oh, B-b-OH-gie!~~ … ~~Bo, ahh, oh ahh. Ahh~~ …” \n\n>\"Oh, Oh, ah,\" she moaned as her body swayed with his thrusts. \"Yes, yes! Oh, that’s what I need, Handsome! Give me what I NEED!\" she exclaimed in her sexy voice. \"Right there, THERE!\"\n\n>\"Yes, like that!\" she said as he pushed deeper and faster into her hot sex. \"Oh, oh, B-b-OH-gie!\" she whimpered, melting under the heat of her own orgasm.\n\nThere's a knock at the door. John laughs. “Kind of room service to wait until you finished. Slip under the blankets, Beautiful, while I throw on a robe and let him in.” \n\n“Anything you say, Handsome! You know what I need.” \n\n“Yeah, and I’ll give you some more after breakfast, Beautiful.” \n\n***\n\nThanks for a fun prompt! Comments and criticism welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Since you’re boss has everyone working overtime to meet the next important deadline, you’re spouse has been leaving you sexy and motivational voicemails for when you’re on break.
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"content": "**The 11th Call**\n\nThe words were glaring at me through my phone screen. Mostly from work and home, after back to back mundane Monday morning meetings, about protocols, employee behavior, profit margins, possible contracts, complaints, all the stepping stones one slip away from a landmine of political correctness bogging me down that's all I needed, more calls, more answers.\n\nIn my opinion it's not as important what someone calls you, as how important it is that someone feels about you. It's not important about customer relations, as it is how well we produce their end product and how long it'll service them correctly. It's not about the new itty bitty details of which new ad company says we're not reaching which type of client. But somehow we've been rolled into this surface facade that has put all of this nonsense forward, and taken away from good old businesses.\n\nAfter ending the last meeting before the afternoon began. There was still another 4 meetings full of people who liked to hear their own voice more than show me what was going on with my money. All these theories and no actual boots on the ground.\n\nSo there I was, 11 missed calls, followed by 11 voice mails. I sigh and don't even bother looking at the list, I just start from the earliest one.\n\nMessage One: Hey Mr. Dahlmer, this is Joel Okempo from Light Illusions. We've just finalized the shots with the director for the following commercials that's going to be released in the larger Denver area. I've sent you some e-mails about the progressions and we need an Okay before we move forward.\n\nCommercials, they were going to cost me a fortune. I moved on to the next message.\n\nMessage Two: Hey this is Kevin, could you give me a call back.\n\nI glanced at the clock, almost noon, he'd be heading out for lunch if not already taking it early.\n\nMessage Three: I'm going to pick up some things at the market today. Eggs, tomatoes, parsley, toast, shaving cream, oranges, some beef for dinner, and Neosporin. If I'm missing anything give me a call back.\n\nMy wife. I kind of wish she just texted that kind of stuff.\n\nMessage Four: Mr. Dahlmer, I'm looking at some of the files. I just want you to go over them with you before I send them off. Jim said it was okay, but I thought it'd be better to get the approval of the big boss. I'll be waiting for you.\n\nStacy, my always reliable secretary. Tall, auburn hair, and hard as nails. She always gave the office that extra little class that brought us out of just another plumbing business.\n\nMessage Five: It's Kevin again, you don't need to call me. I got it worked out here, sorry about the inconvenience.\n\nGood grief.\n\nMessage Six: So I was walking down the aisles looking for some allergy medicine, and I've got Mimi in my arms and I see this young couple giggling at the shelf so after they left I go over. I do a pass by and see what they're laughing at and it's just a bunch of condoms and lube. Can you believe some people? Okay I'll see you at home soon.\n\nWhat am I suppose to do with that information?\n\nMessage Seven: Booksy: You've got an appointment with Sean on 4/6/19 for a haircut appointment at Tailored Downtown. If you'd like to cancel this appointment please give us a call back before April the 5th, otherwise, we're looking forward to seeing you.\n\nMessage Eight: Mr. Dahlmer, I'm about to go home for lunch. If you'd like to go over those documents, you can pop on over. Let me know.\n\nStacy again.\n\nMessage Nine: I did another walk by and got the KY into the cart without Mimi noticing. When I finally got to the checkout, there was a young man at the register. You should have seen his face. It was all, fruit, fruit, vegetable, ibuprofen, tomatoes, bananas, veggies, KY Jelly, fruit, fruit. He got so red that it was kind of cute. I can't wait to see you at home.\n\nI quickly clicked for the next message.\n\nMessage Ten: I got home and put Mimi down. Then I put away all the groceries. And I was just sitting there in the living room flipping through a few channels, and that's when I realized the bottle of KY was just sitting on the shoe bench near the front door. Now it's almost noon, and I've got some time to myself. I'm sitting on your side of the couch. I haven't broken the seal on the bottle. I've just got it wrapped around my fingers. I'm rubbing the bottle, stroking it in my hand. Can I open it baby. Can I make it nice and wet for you, daddy. I'm spreading my legs on our couch. In our living room. I reach a hand between my legs. I'm already wet. We don't even need the bottle, unless you want to see it stretch me open. Unless you want to feel it rubbing against you, separated only by the thin layer of my skin. Can I rub myself until my panties are soaked through? Do you want...\n\nThe message cut off. It was too long. That's what she said. I turn the corner and enter an empty meeting room. I'm fumbling with my belt as I unzip my pants. The blood leaving my legs and powering the only thing that matters. My cock hits the table. I put a palm on top of it and begin stroking myself between the wood and my hand. I raise the phone up to my ear and quickly begin to play the next message.\n\nMessage Eleven: This is not a robocall. If you would like to be taken off our calling list, please send $10 to our address. We accept cash, checks, Vemo, and paypal. Thank you.\n\nThen the distinctive voice of the voicemail system goes, \"You have no more new messages.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Two kingdoms that have been waging war for centuries decide to make peace, the agreement getting sealed by a marriage. Without any marriable women available on either side, the royal wizard has a suggestion: One of the kings can be turned into a cute girl.
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"content": "Queen Descoteaux’s quilltip scratched on the parchment as she artfully scrawled her signature, her many rings, bracelets, and bangles glimmering in the treaty room’s intimate candlelight. Across the table, Emperor Tachibana – ruler of the powerful and technocratic Denkitochi Empire, and her sworn enemy for so many years – smiled fondly and raised his glowing goggles so that he could look at the treaty with his own eyes. “I spent so much of my life hating you and the entire kingdom of Magiterre,” he mused, “and yet now, after so much needless war and bloodshed, we become allies with the mere stroke of a quill. It is truly a remarkable time to be alive.”\n\n“I never thought this day would be possible,” agreed the queen, passing the treaty over to her counterpart, who used his mechanical right arm to grasp the quill and add his own signature next to hers. As the emperor signed, Descoteaux glanced pointedly at a maid and snapped her fingers; the young woman curtseyed, hefted a large bottle of wine into her arms, uncorked it, and poured a measure of dark, red liquid into a pair of glasses at the table’s center. Once Tachibana set the quill back down, Descoteaux lifted her own glass. “A toast,” she said, “to the continued peace and prosperity of our two nations.”\n\n“Yes, indeed.” The emperor lifted the glass to his mouth, took a measured sip, and grimaced. “Your wine is very different from my *sake*,” he said. “I suppose I shall get used to it in time – but while we drink, there is one more matter I wished to discuss.\n\n“Go ahead,” Descoteaux replied, inclining her head. “In the spirit of our newfound fellowship, I am prepared to discuss any matter with you.”\n\n“It is not an entirely unhappy topic,” replied Tachibana. “It seems that both of our bloodlines are very strong and masculine ones. Neither you and your husband nor my wife and I have been capable of producing anything but sons.”\n\n“That is very true,” the queen agreed. “I am, of course, immensely proud of my children – Renard has proven to be an effective strategist and statesman, and Marquette is a very talented painter and poet – but I had hoped to have a daughter with whom I could share in a deeper and more feminine bond.”\n\n“And I, of course, would not trade my boys for anything – but the fact that Hideyoshi, Ryo, and Kazuo are all young men does not ease the burden with which I now find myself faced.”\n\n“And what burden is that?”\n\n“Well, you see,” explained Tachibana, “in Denkitochi, it is traditional to celebrate alliances and peace treaties with political marriages.”\n\n“Ah.” Descoteaux frowned a little. “That *is* a bit of a problem.”\n\n“Indeed,” said the emperor, gravely. “My two oldest, Hideyoshi and Ryo, have already been wedded to lovely girls from the Ramal’bahr Caliphate and the Principality of Durmaó, respectively. Kazuo, however, remains unmarried, and my people would be surprised and displeased if he did not take a wife as a result of this union between our nations.”\n\n“Would this make it difficult for you to enforce the terms of the treaty we’ve just signed?” asked the queen, pointedly.\n\n“Rest assured that I have nothing but benign intentions with regard to this treaty,” Tachibana added, quickly. “However, if I were deposed or forced from my position due to political ill will or civil unrest, I could not say the same for my successor, whoever he may be. You must understand that the support of the people is not universal with regard to this arrangement. There are factions within Denkitochi who believe that we should continue our war with Magiterre, and only adherence to tradition will assuage them.”\n\n“Well,” Descoteaux sighed, “short of me conjuring a daughter out of thin air, I don’t see how...” She trailed off, sat back in her chair, and stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Actually, I think I may have a way to make this work.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [OT] Unspoken rule: when creating a prompt inspired post mention the person who created the original prompt people want to see their props get responded to
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"content": "The ideal way to do this is to comment in the original thread with a link to the [PI] post. This makes it so, not just the OP, but anyone who was interested in that prompt and had saved the prompt can see that it has been replied to elsewhere. In case the original thread has been archived then you can alert at least the original poster by tagging them in a comment in the [PI] post. I don't think mentioning them in the body of the post will alert them. So if you just want to credit them for the prompt, mention them in the post. If you want to alert them, mention them in a comment to the [PI] post. Of course, they might have notifications for that turned off, so it's not a guarantee but you will have done your bit.\n\nAlso, /u/kamking, the [META] submission tag would've been better for this thread. I'm not removing the thread this time but please keep it in mind in the future."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where people can only ever be turned on by their soulmates.
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"content": "<Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin our descent into Paris, France. Our total descent will take approximately 45 minutes, so if you need to use the bathroom, do it now, otherwise please bring your seats forward and put your tray tables up>\n\nObeying the command, I lifted my seat and tray table. As I stretched my legs and readjusted myself, I felt a familiar feeling in my pants as my dick rubbed against my legs. Quickly, I made my way to the bathroom to take care of myself. I can’t be walking around Paris with a full stiffy. \n\nAs I disembarked and headed for the baggage claim, I felt myself getting turned on again. My soulmate was definitely a French girl in the greater Paris metropolitan area, but where would she be? I made my way to a news stand, looking through various postcards of famous sites. The Eiffel Tower did nothing for me, Versailles did nothing, neither did Grand Palais or The Louvre. Then I saw a picture of le Panthéon and I felt a little tingle. At the very least I was close. \n\nAs the driver drove me around the city, we talked back and forth, with me attempting French and him responding in attempts at English. The closer we got, the harder I got. I told him why I was here and he laughed; when he helped me out of the car he tried his best to look away from the growing bulge in my pants. \n\nI figured that while I was here, I might as well check out le Panthéon. While I traveled in circles, my dick alternated between standing at attention and slowly drooping, as if guiding me to my one true love. I exited out of the North entrance, following Rue Valette among a number of French cafes. None of the women there were right for me, even though back home the slightest French accent would be enough to get me off. I followed Rue Lagrange to the River Seine, when I saw something awful ahead of me, directly where my dick compass had led me.\n\nThe Cathedral at Notre Dame stood in front of me, with its spire shooting up in flames. I stood there in disbelief, believing that my soulmate might be inside of that beautiful architecture and it’s massive flames. Standing there for a few minutes in disbelief, I decided that if my soulmate was there then I had to rescue her. I crossed the bridge to try and lend a hand in any way I could. \n\nSelfishly, I looked around at every woman there, even the nuns, to see if one of them was my match, but to no avail. Defeated, I tried my best to lend a hand to ambulance workers. That’s when I heard the sweetest French voice. She had just tripped on a curb, had hurt her knee and was howling in pain. As I rushed to comfort her, our eyes met. Her cries turned to whimpers but she wouldn’t look away, looking deep into my soul. As I tried to lift her up, she cried out in pain again.\n\n“Miss,” I said in French, “we must get you away from the fire. Can I carry you across the Seine?”\n\n“Oui, monsieur,” she replied in the affirmative, resting her head on my chest as I carried her. As I carried her across the river, her hand stroked my chest, slightly unbuttoning my shirt and twisting her fingers in my chest hair. From behind, I could feel her other hand exploring my back before creeping down to my ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.\n\n“Hey!” I said, smirking as she giggled, still staring into my eyes.\n\nIn perfect English she replied, “How can I ever repay my hero?”\n\n(Will continue if requested. Sorry if the subject of Paris is too soon!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She clearly had an obsessive crush on you, to the point she had a notebook with every detail down to how often you roll in your sleep and can predict illness from the slightest change in your routine. She’s obviously a stalker, so why do you find her so hot!?
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"content": "Sorry for the delay!\n \nNotes: Contains Lesbianism, some BDSM refrences, and Established Universe (that being from Fire Emblem Awakening)\t( [Also relevant pic of Robin and Tharja for research and visualization purposes by Oo_Sebastian_oO] (http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Oo_Sebastian_oO/592160/April-Patreon-Pic-3--Tharja-and-Robin) from around this time last year. (So people unfamiliar with the duo will know what they look like. (Tharja has black hair, Robin has white hair), also setting isn't the same but it does look hot so...) ) Also, I’m splitting this into parts since this got longer then expected. (Part two should hopefully, be ready sometime in the future.)\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n \nRobin had a problem, and unlike most of her issues which could be solved with a combination of her various magic spells and her tactics, this issue was a bit more… *persistent* and unlike most of the common brigands and soldiers who had fallen to Robin’s various tomes and her razor sharp wit, this issue had a name (or at least one that Robin knew of). Said problem preferring to be referred to as “Tharja”.\n \nIt would be obvious to anyone who had ever met the woman that Tharja wasn’t exactly a “normal girl”, from the dark magics she utilized on and off the battlefield, to her rather dour attitude and her skin tight body stocking and bikini combo that she seemed to think was normal attire. However, Robin had gotten personally acquainted with one of her weirder quirks, this being Tharja’s obsessive side, which seemed fixated on her in particular.\n \nAmong other things such as general stalking and an insistence that they dine together, Tharja had apparently been keeping a notebook on how often Robin had rolled over at night, and was even able to predict that Robin had fallen ill simply by noticing a change in Robin’s usual routine, and Tharja had even watched over Robin after she fell unconscious from pushing herself to hard.\n \nOkay, maybe that last one wasn’t creepy. But it did show that, under the layers upon layers of darkness and aloof attitude towards everything un-related to Robin, that Tharja did actually have a heart, a golden one at that if the testimony of her fellow Shepards was to be believed. But this was simply one end of Robin’s Tharja problem, the *other* side is what was making this a difficult situation.\n \nRobin had met her fair share of gorgeous women in the Shepards, from the noble Maribelle, to the clumsy Sumia and the pegasus knight paragon Cordelia. Each were capable of making Robin’s heart flutter. But *Tharja* on the other hand, was the only one who could make her heart *stop*. Be it Tharja’s long black hair that seemed to stop just short of her plump ass, or Tharja’s two ample thighs and her D-cup breasts that seemed to jiggle with every sway of Tharja’s hips. These attributes accompanied by Tharja’s deep purple eyes and her low sensual voice was more than capable of causing Robin’s heart to stop and make her snatch burn with desire for the Dark Mage.\n\nWhich is where Robin’s issues came from. With Tharja in the same room (which was quite often, thanks to Tharja’s stalking), Robin simply couldn’t focus on *anything* as of late without her train of thought being detoured towards her fantasies of grabbing Tharja, pulling her into the nearest closet and just ravaging her right then and there in a moment of frenzied lovemaking, or her imagining herself naked and helplessly bound and gagged on Tharja’s bed as the dark mage relentlessly assaults her snatch with her tongue, or any of Robin’s other Tharja related sexual fantasies, and with an important surprise attack against a major slaver operation’s annual auction coming up soon. Robin needed to ensure that her strategy was flawless, but to do that, she need a clear head, and there was only one way she could do that.\n \n“Hey Tharja, want to tie me to your-“Robin interrupted herself with a groan. “No, that is way too much, too fast” She noted as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her grey eyes looking at her modest figure, composed of a nice pair of C-cup breasts, and a butt that seemed to mirror her breasts in terms of size, with matching thighs to boot. Accompanied by her white hair that she had tied into two twintails that seemed to always fall in just a way that allowed them to frame her chest in just the right way. She was wearing her usual attire of a tan tank top with vertical black stripes, a purple skirt, some baggy pants, and her tactician’s cloak. Her soft yet commanding voice going through various other pick up lines, each getting worse then the last. “So Tharja, would you be interested in showing me what’s under that outfit of yours?’ Robin asked to the empty room.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nSplitting this part because I hit character limit"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college girl accidentally discovers her new boyfriend is really into facials porn, and she's so into him, the first time she blows him she "accidentally" gets cum all over her face.
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"content": "He left his laptop open. Against better judgement, I looked. I had my phone in hand, ready to text Sarah about whatever I'd find. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nMy money was on latinas, but I was wrong. Maybe not technically, because I watched at least one latina with her mouth wide open, her tongue out and her eyes closed. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nIn fact, I couldn't stop watching. It was fascinating. Every time the guy would cum, the girl was a little shocked when the first rope of cum hit her, but then there was a bliss about their face... It was like watching one of those commercials for tampons; I was horrified and disgusted, but I knew I also wanted what they had. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI was raised sheltered. I knew about sex and recently found out about blowjobs, but I didn't know this was an option, too. Chris had been really patient with me, and this must be how he kept it up. That and his long showers. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI tried to forget about it, but every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the moment it hit their face. In the shower, I'd fantasize how it would feel to have his cum hit my chin. I imagined thick ropes diagonally across my face. My showers got longer and longer. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was no way I could tell him. He'd be embarrased, and probably angry that I looked at his laptop. It felt like a superpower, knowing what he secretly loved. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI waited until he had been in the shower for at least five minutes. I sneaked into the bathroom and waited. Then I pulled the curtain to the side. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe stepped back, his hard cock still in his hand. \n\n\"Rachel, what are you doing here?\" \n\n\"I didn't know you were in here,\" I said, trying to pull off the most oblivious look I could. \n\n\"The shower was on!\" \n\n\"Yeah, I came in to turn it off. What were you doing?\" \n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe didn't say a word. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Were you jerking yourself off?\" \n\nHe nodded. \n\n\"I get it. I'm not very physical. Guys have needs.\" \n\nI stepped closer and turned off the shower. \"Can I watch?\" \n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"Watch you. I have never seen a guy. I'd like to see how it goes. Maybe learn a thing or two.\" \n\n\"I don't know if that's -\" \n\n\"So you can jerk off and I can be understanding, but it's weird when I see it?\" \n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe didn't say a word. Another slow nod, and then his hand started moving again. I stepped closer. He moaned. From what I had seen, it meant he was close. I sank on my knees. \n\n\"Show it to me real close,\" I said. I put my hair behind my ears and looked up at him. I was ready. Waiting, wishing, wanting. \n\nHe pumped his cock. I knew what it looked like for him. Tried not to look like I knew what I was doing. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe closed his eyes. I licked my lips. I could see his muscles tighten. I put a hand on his thigh and leaned closer. \n\n\"Oh, my, that's interesting...\" I said, watching his cock twitch and opening my mouth. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI fucking loved it. He hit me in the chin. I, too, was shocked for a moment. Then I closed my eyes and felt a second rope land on my forehead. His thick, sticky cum was covering my face, and I shivered with pleasure. A few more drops landed on my lips, and through the bliss, I tried to regain my oblivion. \n\n\"Oh gosh, what was that?!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An erotic horror story
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"content": "The party was raging downstairs, but Ben was too busy with Jessie to notice. In his bedroom, they had moved quickly from making out to heavy petting and now, a hand job. Jessie's reputation at City College as a fun person was everything he had hoped and more.\n\n\"Oh my god, you're so fucking good,\" he moaned as she played with his balls. Every time she slid up to his head, she played with it, sliding her thumb under the sensitive flesh underneath. \"Fuck, Jessie, oh fuck!\"\n\nShe let him go and stood up. \"Strip,\" she commanded. As he complied, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground. Her purple lace panties where sheer, hinting at her bare pussy. She pulled them down and straddled Ben at his waist.\n\n\"You can fuck me raw, but you cannot cum inside me, you got that?\"\n\nBen nodded. \"What if there's an accident?\" \n\n\"You don't want the complications, do you Ben?\" she asked sarcastically. \"Think about your future,\" she said as she reached behind her and stroked his cock. Jessie lifted her ass and eased herself onto him. She grasped his hairy chest as his cock spread her lips wider and her pussy let him in. \n\nBen's smile was wide and unshakable. Jessie slowly rode him, locking his legs down with her feet as she rocked her hips, milking him with pleasure. His breathing became ragged as he found her rhythm and joined it, pushing into her as she slid away. Her pussy squeezed him, almost pulling his tip out, before plunging back down. \n\nHe closed his eyes and held onto her breasts as she rode faster. The pace was more erratic, more primal as she fucked him harder. He heard her ass slap into his lap and each time, he punctuated it with a softly uttered \"fuck.\" He bit his lip as his balls tightened and he knew it was too late.\n\nWhen the first load shot into her pussy, Jessie stiffened and leaned back with a jolt. He pumped more cum into her and held onto her thighs until the last drop oozed out of him.\n\nJessie laid back, letting his cock pop out of her. His cum leaked between them and pooled on the bed. Ben saw her stomach rising and falling as she breathed, and he had a feeling that she wasn't finished. \n\n\"I'm sorry about that,\" he said, massaging her thighs. He reached for her clit with his thumb, trying to rub it with the slick from her pussy. He couldn't see her face to know if she liked it, but she didn't stop him either.\n\n\"Ben,\" she started. Jessie propped herself up on her elbows and glared at him. \"You had to do one thing. Just one.\"\n\nBen's hand felt her mound become warmer, then too hot to touch. He looked down at her pussy and cocked his head. It looked like the lips were moving by themselves, as if they were pulling in the cum that leaked out. \"What the-\"\n\nHe didn't finish the sentence before Jessie's pussy opened wide, revealing a full set of sharp teeth. It was fast, biting off the tip of his cock with savage precision. \n\n\"I'm sorry Ben, \" Jessie said casually. \"Once it has a taste for you, it has to have it all.\"\n\n\"Fuck!\" he screamed as Jessie rose again, straddling him at the waist. She pinned his shoulders with unnatural strength and stared at him with eyes that almost looked empathetic. He looked down and saw dark fluids dripping from her pussy, onto what remained of his cock. As each drop touched his skin, it felt like burning electricity. He started to whimper as she slowly lowered herself, never losing eye contact with him. \n\n\"Shh, shh,\" she whispered in his ear, pressing him harder into the bed. \"Just think, it's just a dream. It'll be all over soon.\"\n\nBen arched his back as the searing pain in his crotch reached a new level. He felt his hips getting pushed and prodded as her pussy chewed off his manhood. \n\n\"It's mine now, Ben. Your cock, is mine,\" she whispered. \"When you fuck someone else, you are giving *me* pleasure from now on.\"\n\nBen bolted up from bed, sweating from every pore. It was early morning, just before dawn. He looked down and felt around his boxers. \"Oh thank you Jesus,\" he said relieved. He walked down the hall to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't know what to think of the nightmare, but he was glad his equipment was still intact. As he shook the last drop out and flushed, he felt like something was off. *It's my cock*, he thought as he looked at it. It hung the same way, uncut and curving to the left like every morning, but he couldn't quite grasp what was wrong. \n\nHe reached lower and cupped his balls, feeling for anything out of the ordinary, but felt nothing. Absolutely nothing, as if his balls were numb. *Mmm, they're mine now, Ben* he heard in his mind. *Go ahead and fondle them some more for me. Get me hard.* He looked down in horror as his cock stiffened and twitched but he felt nothing. He tried stroking his shaft but it was like rubbing a banana; it wasn't his. Ben groaned and cried as a ribbon of cum arced in the air and landed on the back of the toilet seat. \n\n*Thanks for letting me finish*, he heard Jessie say in his mind, then her cackling brought him to his knees.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve never read a book before, in an attempt to understand the appeal you pick a current top seller. Strangely, as you begin to read the world seems to be shifting around you...
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"content": "Georgia settled back on her bed, propped up with pillows. On her night stand was a steaming hot chocolate and next to her on the bed a box of her favourite chocolates. This is what they did in the movies after all, she thought. \n\nIt was new to her; reading. The thought had never appealed to her. All those words. Page after page. Boring. But her best friend had insisted she try this book. Top of all the lists, her friend said. \n\nTaking a deep breath, Georgia opened the book to page one and began to read. \n\n——————————-\nChapter 1\n\nWhere the princess meets her prince. \n\n———————————\n\n“There’s a cliche already” she thought. “But you can’t judge a book by its cover”. \n\nSeveral pages later, Georgia was immersed in a story of historical royalty where Princess Alessa is madly in love with Prince Gregor, who barely noticed she existed. \n\nEach time Gregor passed over Alessa’s painfully obvious flirting, Georgia wanted to scream at him. After all, he was too busy fucking the maids to notice the Princess. \n\nAt first Georgia didn’t notice the world fading around her. She was too eager to see if Alessa would go through with her plan of walking naked through the palace. A plan borne of pure frustration. \n\nWhen Alessa sat at her mirror to brush out her flowing black hair, Georgia could have sworn she could see the reflection in the mirror. And when Alessa lifted her brush, Georgia could feel it on her own hair. Only then did she realise that she was no longer seated on her bed, but in front of a large vanity table in an even larger room. And she was naked. \n\nGeorgia squealed as she recognised where she was from the book. Quickly she looked in the mirror and saw, not her own shorn blonde locks and tanned skin, but the dark curls and pale skin of Alessa. \n\nShe took in her new appearance, her heart racing. Sultry brown eyes and full lips replaced her own. Smooth skin covered toned shoulders and her breasts were now a full cup size larger, but still firm and youthful. \n\nShe was slender and agile with good “child bearing hips” as her granny would say. Between her long legs the dark curls were trimmed neatly. \n\nGeorgia’s hands ran over her new body, eager to find that her sensations were heightened."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: That magical time of year is upon us- Cadbury Cream eggs on clearance! It seems there's something not quite right about the cream this year though...
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"content": "Fiona wondered if the neighbors would laugh with her or at her. It was a silly party favor for adults, but everybody on the block knew she had a silly streak a mile wide. The kids were constantly telling tales out of school about the antics at Mrs. Bower’s house. The other mothers called her the *Mary Poppins* of Larkspur Acres. But this might be too much. \n\nShe looked at the bags of jelly beans and little Easter themed packs of assorted candies. All she could see was another lumpy spot or three on her hips. Fiona knew she had no willpower. She wondered if subconsciously she had decided on the candy favors so she could feed her sweet tooth after she decided the idea might embarrass her and dropped it. \n\nShe turned the construction paper on itself with a firm resolve and fastened the bowl of the little Easter basket in place with a piece of tape. If they laughed she would be getting her just deserts. She giggled as she thought *Just desserts might be a fun dinner party idea*. Fiona shook her head and chuckled. She knew she was incorrigible. \n\nFiona finished the baskets and soon had them stuffed with the stringy fake grass and candy. She reverently placed a Cadbury Creme egg in its rightful place of honor atop the lesser confections. \n\nBill came home and snuck up behind her to steal a nuzzle and ‘cop’ a quick feel. Fiona giggled and called him a dirty old man which earned her a slap on the butt. She feigned heavy breathing and moved away from him in a mock cower. “Ooh, have I been naughty daddy? Shall I cancel the party so you can … Yes, honey, you can take you new tablet to Nana’s. Be sure to pack your new PJ’s too.” \n\nGramps and Nana arrived to take the kids on their overnight adventure and Bill and Fiona showered and dressed. Fiona had the table set and dinner was under control. Bill was organizing the drinks table. Fiona opened the cupboard and stuck her head behind the door. She peeled the foil back and took just the smallest nibble. \n\nShe had rationalized the preview several ways. First, she *had* worked hard *all* day to get the party together. She deserved a little treat. Second, the eggs were on deep discount and it *was* a whole week after Easter. *Somebody* had to ensure the eggs hadn’t turned. Then there was the issue of leftovers. It just wouldn't do to risk the kids getting strung out on a sugar high if they stumbled upon the extras. No, Fiona knew *she* had to stand and deliver! \n\nA sharp slap on her butt told her she was busted. Bill laughed. “Fi, you are worse than the kids with those eggs. You have no self control whatsoever.” Fiona giggled as she sidled up to her husband and whispered in his ear. “You didn't complain when I ate that great big lollipop last weekend.” Bill knew what was coming and just let it happen. Fiona’s fingers found his member and started bringing it to life. \n\nThe doorbell rang. \n\nFiona laughed as Bill pulled away and adjusted his slacks. He warned her to be a good girl and they would pick up the discussion after the party. Fiona put her wrist to her forehead in that classic melodramatic pose and sighed. “Will they *never* leave. It seems like it's been *hours*!” \n\nBill shook his head and chuckled as he went to answer the door. Fiona opened the cupboard and took another bite. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. Then she opened them as she took yet another nibble. *Hmm* she thought to herself, *I think they’ve changed the creme.* \n\n*** \n\nThe party was in full swing as Fiona made the rounds with a tray of canapes, stopping to say a word or two to each guest. The neighbors were a good group, all within ten years of each other in age and all very involved in family and community. Of course they were individuals with personality quirks. Tom alway studied the canapes as if trying to decide which to choose, even if they were all the same. Steve was always a bit flirty, asking if she had anything else to offer and Sally was always a bit catty, finding some minor flaw to mention. Jack was the one to watch, though. He would hover over the tray deciding which to choose as he steadied himself with a hand on the server's hip. Then he would ask a question while his hand slipped down. Fi knew the move and would time her escape perfectly so all he got was a handful of air. But he was quick today and got in a good grope. She flushed a little when she realized it was more that she was slow. Not only that, she had thrown her hip in the direction of his hand. She mumbled something about being clumsy and hurried off. Her flush deepend as she realized her ass was tingling. \n\nFiona hurried along and served other guests but she had trouble making conversation. She kept thinking about the incident with Jack. She didn’t find Jack attractive at all. Now if it had been Sam, well, Sam was different. Not that she would ever do anything, of course, because she was devoted to Bill. Bill was the only man she wanted in her life. No, but just as an idle thought if she *had*, for some reason, *had* to entertain another it would be Sam with his big chest and very tempting bulge. \n\n*Oh fuck!* Fiona thought to herself *What am I doing.* The flustered hostess was in full blush now as she realized she had been staring at Sam’s crotch and licking her lips. Surely nobody noticed. She took a quick glance around and met Sally’s gaze. Fiona's blush deepened as she saw that smirky smile on Sally’s lips. \n\nFiona put the tray on the coffee table and rushed to the kitchen to check on dinner. \n\n*** \n\nFiona told her guests to find their places by finding their names on their favors. She held up the crude basket woven out of strips of construction paper and pointed to her name, meticulously hand lettered on a piece of pink cardstock backed by a slightly larger piece of lavender paper stuck into the plastic ‘grass’. “See, I put names on them so I will know who shirked leftover candy duty.” \n\nDinner was a delicious mix of good food and lively conversation. Jack kept looking at Fi with his lips frozen into a small smile, but Fi kept looking at Sam with parted lips showing a bit of tongue. Luckily Sam was putting up with Sally’s snipes and didn’t notice. \n\nBill filled wine glasses while a few of the guests cleared the dinner dishes. Fiona stood at her place, lifted her basket and pointed to the Cadbury egg. “Dessert is in front of you! Everybody try their creme egg. Tell me if you notice anything different.” \n\nOne by one the guests peeled the foil back and took bites of their eggs. They turned to their neighbors and compared notes. A few asked if there were seconds and Fiona dipped into her stash to meet the demand. The consensus was there was something different about the filling and it was an improvement. \n\nThe eggs were consumed, wine glasses were topped off and conversations continued. It was clear the group was enjoying themselves and no one appeared to want to leave. On the contrary, all the guests seemed to huddle in closer than usual and whispers mixed in with the general banter. Slowly pairs drifted away from the table and sought more comfortable seating. Carla and Tim stepped out onto the side porch and Fiona was sure she saw Tim slip his hand under the waistband of Carla’s skirt. She turned and saw Deb staring at Bill. Her lips parted and her tongue popped out to taste them. Deb’s eyes dropped down to his crotch and she blew him a kiss. Fi saw Bill shake his head and blink his eyes. Wait! How did he get there and when did Deb lower his zipper? She was confused. Chloe stepped to his side and nuzzled in to him before giving him a long and deep kiss. Terry was standing behind her working her panties down over her plump hips. \n\nFiona caught a glimpse of Sam and realized he was staring at her. The floor seemed to move and Sam appeared to rise up in the air to present his proud pole to her. She started to worship his totem. Fiona used her arms to gather her breasts and Sam took his cock in hand and rubbed it between them. She rolled her head back and sighed when Sam reached down with his free hand to hold her breast still and rub his tip over her hard nipple. She opened her eyes and looked up at him before rolling her head to the side. She saw Jack pull Sally’s dress up over a woman's back and his fat cock push into her pussy. She couldn't see the woman’s face but saw half of Tom’s footlong dick disappear into her mouth. The man behind the woman in Sally’s dress grunted and stood bolt upright, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He had a good grip on her hips and pulled her upright as he groaned. She saw the cream on Fiona’s breasts and started to lick it off. A red haired woman came out of the kitchen wearing nothing but whipped cream and asked if anybody wanted to ice her cupcakes. A short man wearing nothing but a tee shirt was offering to demonstrate his pelvic floor massager. A fellow that resembled Tom asked if it worked on prostate glands. The man with the soft hair on his torso and huge ears told several women to line up and bend over. Suddenly Fiona felt very sleepy. Two men offered to help her to the guest room. They each slipped an arm around her and she grabbed their hand holds for support. She thanked them and said she couldn’t remember the guest room. They suggested she just relax and they would take care of her. \n\nHer eyelids were so heavy … was that Bill trying out that massager? \n\n*** \n\nFiona was scrambling eggs when Bill came down dressed for yard work. He poured his coffee and put two slices of bread in the toaster. Fiona put three strips of bacon on his plate along with a nice serving of eggs. \n\n“Did those Cadbury eggs seem ok to you?” she asked. \n\n“Well, to be honest,” replied Bill, ”I can’t say that I remember.” \n\n*** \n\nHope you like it. Comments and criticism welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Everything's bigger in Texas
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"content": "Jimmy cracked his shoulder. It had been two months since the last bull threw him, but he was getting older. He couldn’t sleep off the cracks and bruises anymore. They lingered, pestering him throughout the day like rodeo clowns. Always the reminder that a 58-year old should stay out of the arena. \n\nHe flipped the page on the newspaper and caught a leaflet just before it fell to the floor. *Softest ride of your life. Last a minute with Jenny and win $ 5.000. Call now to enter.* He snorted. Easiest five grand he’d ever make. Granted, he had never lasted a minute, but he had scored 86 on an angry bull. A cow couldn’t possible pose a problem. He twitched his shoulder and picked up the phone. \n\nWhen he saw the arena, he wasn’t quite sure what could be so hard. There was hardly anywhere for Jenny to go. This really was going to be the easiest rodeo he’d ever done. The crowd was different, too. \n\nRight after he arrived, his name was announced. The normal applause was replaced by a quiet hush from the audience, a collective gasp almost. An usher took him by the arm and placed him in the middle of the arena. He blinked against the bright lights. \n\nHe had to admit, it was a clever change of pace. If he had to mount the cow first, it would make things harder. Still shouldn’t be too hard. \n\nThe lights dimmed and the audience cheered and whistled. Jimmy realized Jenny must be behind him. He swiftly turned around and froze halfway his turn. \n\nJenny looked nothing like he had imagined. \n\nWhen she unbuckled his belt, he knew he wouldn’t even last eight seconds."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cyberpunk Prompts
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"content": "Although Androids still aren’t perfect replicas of human anatomy, thus lack the body parts to act upon feelings of lust with their partners. Modified sex toys (dildos, artificial vaginas, etc.) have been made to plug into a USB dock (or whatever Cyberpunk equivalent), and transmit the sensations of intercourse to them when in use.\n\nIf you have any questions please let me know, I kind of struggled with the phrasing in this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Moving a Couch
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"content": "\"See?\" James said, huffing, \"this is why I buy shit from IKEA.\" He backed up the stairs awkwardly, trying to keep the wood legs from gouging the walls. Below him, Steve and Janice held the other end of the heavy leather couch, pressing onward and upward to Janice's apartment.\n\n\"Almost there,\" Janice gasped. She could see the hallway that led to her place and knew they were close. She had started to regret her choice midway up the second flight of stairs, but now she was determined to have it and was thankful for her strong friends.\n\n\"Tilt it!\" Steve shouted as they tried to get it through the doorway. Janice already took the door off the hinges, but the large couch, with its sewn-in upholstery, was difficult to maneuver. Finally, they resorted to unscrewing the legs and the extra few inches were enough breach the entry. The couch moved freely in the open living room they all collapsed on the carpeted floor, sucking wind. They looked at their chests rising and falling and laughed.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJames and Steve finished re-installing the legs and moved it in position, centered with the large TV with walking room behind it. \n\n\"Thanks, you guys,\" Janice said, handing them each a bottle of beer. \"What kind of pizza do you want?\"\n\n\"Meat lovers, please,\" James said, sitting on the couch. He pressed the cold bottle to his forehead and let the condensation trace a path down his face. He rolled his neck and shoulders, using the ridged bottom of the bottle as a massager. \n\nSteve started to put the front door back on noisily. Janice disappeared into the empty bedroom with her phone to place the order. As she wrapped up the call, she looked down the hall and peeked into the living room. James spread his arms over the back of the couch, accentuating his broad shoulders. Steve was kneeling at the doorway, screwing in the bottom hinge. Janice couldn't help but look at his firm ass, his wallet outlined tightly in the back pocket of his skinny jeans. Janice started to crave something more than pizza.\n\n\"You know guys,\" she said, entering the living room, \"I really need to properly thank you for your help.\" The men did a double take when they noticed that Janice had walked wearing only panties and a bra.\n\nJames' jaw dropped. Janice's sea foam green panties sat above her curvy hips, pulled tight against her pussy. \"Jesus, fuck, Janice. I'm speechless.\" She walked to the couch and straddled his lap, feeling his cock stiffen underneath her. He reached around her and pulled his face into her full chest. \n\nShe motioned for Steve to join them, and he walked behind the couch. She unbuckled his jeans and his cock bounced in front of her. Janice cupped his balls and licked her way from the base to his tip. He was salty and musky after the couch move, and she savored every inch of him. She looked at his face contort in pleasure as she squeezed him gently, then take him her mouth.\n\nJames unhooked her bra and let it fall on her lap. He held a breast with his hand and sucked on it while rolling the other nipple with his free hand. Janice let out a muffled moan as his tongue lapped her nipple, teasing it until it hardened in his mouth. He could feel her rock her body, gliding over his crotch until his cock strained in his pants. He dropped his hands down and began to fidget with his fly when she noticed his struggle.\n\nJanice released Steve's cock with an audible pop and kissed James with her wet mouth. She could taste the remnants of her body wash on his tongue, and that turned her on even more. She got off his lap and he stood up, dropping his pants to the ground. Janice knelt on the couch and presented her ass to him, then pulled Steve back to her. \"Fuck me, boys,\" she said with a raspy voice. \"Fill my fucking holes with your cocks.\"\n\nSteve grabbed her by the back of her head and thrust into her mouth, until his cock hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was hot and tender, her drool beginning to dribble down his shaft and balls. He never would have dreamed that she was so good at face fucking, but he knew it now. He loved to hear her inhale him as her lips reached his base and hold him, until her gag reflex pushed him out again. Janice's hands on his ass only made him fuck her harder.\n\nJames knelt down, pulled her panties to the side and ate her pussy. His tongue darted past her lips and found her wet entrance and it flicked it until he could taste her. She spread her legs and backed into his face, giving him more access to her sex and he took full advantage of it. He licked the outline of her mound and lips, teasing her again. Every time she tried to get more of his tongue, he would dart away find lick another area. \n\n\"Don't...be...a...fucking...tease...\" she said between swallows. \"Fuck... my... pussy\"\n\nJames stood up and grabbed his hard cock with one hand, then slapped her ass with the other. When she yelped, Steve groaned as all her muscles convulsed with surprise. James slapped the other cheek, and Steve jumped again. If she's so sensitive now, he wondered how she'd react to his cock. He decided to find out. He greased the tip of his cock with her pussy juices, then pressed into her.\n\nJanice was melting inside. The feeling of his cock filling her pussy while her throat took all of Steve was intense. She felt her body shudder as she came, pulsing on both sides from the earth-shattering orgasm. She breathed hard and stared at Steve with teary eyes, and he rewarded her with harder strokes. His balls began to hit her chin as he fucked her face with more vigor. \n\nSteve looked over at her ass getting pummeled by James, her cheeks rippling with each thrust. He could see the cock glistening between them and he was a little envious. He held his hand out in front of James and said, \"tag out?\"\n\nJames looked at him and smiled, than slapped his hand. He slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy, feeling her muscles clench over every inch. He took a seat on the couch with one leg on the ground and pulled Janice to him. \"Clean this up, baby,\" he said, and she began to lick him clean. \n\nSteve walked to their side of the couch and slipped his cock into her pussy. She was so warm and tight, yet different than her throat. He held her by her waist and began to slowly grind into her. \"Oh fuck, Janice, that feels so good.\"\n\nShe couldn't say anything, throat already stuffed with James' cock. She made playful scratches on his belly and hips as she rose and fell, tasting herself on him. James played with her hair but otherwise let her dictate the pace. She loved to suck on his head, to watch his face display beautiful agony, an expression she knew that she created in him. Janice stayed on his head while Steve thrust faster. \n\n\"Oh fuck, oh fuck,\" Steve grunted, becoming louder and faster too until he pulled out and came on her. He squeezed his slick cock until his load pooled in the small of her back. He sat down on the other side of the couch, panting and watching Janice finish James soon after. \n\nJames tapped her shoulder and she lifted herself off of his cock just as a rope of cum shot onto her nose and cheek. She giggled and stroked him until he gripped the leather cushion, losing himself in his orgasm. She leaned backwards until she felt Steve's belly, his cock under her neck. \"That's a good look on you,\" he said, smearing his cum into her cheek. \n\nShe laughed and caressed Steve's leg. \"Thanks for helping me break in the couch.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Nudist scenarios
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"content": "After losing a bet with your roommate, for a week you have to be naked whenever you're in the apartment.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!You didn't expect them to be voluntarily joining you in nakedness.!<\n\n\n>!They've been keeping close tabs on you to make sure you don't sneak off and put on clothes, so you haven't been able to masturbate. Even worse, something about this situation is starting to turn you on.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Coworkers on a business trip...
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"content": "“Of course, Harry. We told you working with us means full support. On site visits at a day’s notice. No big thing. I’ll book my flights and send you details.” John was very happy to hear back from Allied so soon. That was always a good sign, and hopefully he would get the contract soon. “Uh … sure, Marsha too. Well, unless she’s tied up, but then I can bring another analyst. Marsha will be on the Allied team once you sign on. If she’s free I’ll bring her. You’re smart to insist on her. She is one of our sharpest analysts.” Time to run up a trial balloon. “Naturally she’ll be interfacing mostly by teleconference once the databases are set up.” Harry jumped in. “Good! Great, Harry. Yes it’s much more efficient that way. Hey, hold on and I’ll check her availability.” John checked Marsha’s calendar and was back to Harry in a few moments. “Yes, her callender's open. I’ll confirm her attendance and our travel plans in an email. See you tomorrow Harry.” \n\nJohn hit a speed dial and left Marsha a message when her phone rolled over. He put in flight requests for two just assuming Marsha would be able to attend. Out early, back early. A quick day trip. He opted for the two o’clock return because Harry had said a morning meeting should do it. That also left the four o’clock as a backup. \n\nJohn glanced at the pictures on his credenza. He picked up the most recent one of June. Damn, she was a good looking girl. Pretty as the day he married her. Nobody was going to believe she was a grandmother but they’d have to get used to that pretty soon. Sandra was due any day now. \n\nHe answered his phone and Marsha confirmed she was free. He couldn’t imagine what she wanted to discuss but he said he could spare some time. No, he had a lunch with a client. Right now would be best. She said she was on the way. Could she bring him a coffee? \n\nJohn grinned. “Hey kid that’ll get you a long way with me. Yeah, just black, No sugar.” That’s refreshing! John thought there was nothing wrong with bringing a coffee to a colleague. It was a simple courtesy, nothing demeaning about it. He did it ll the time and he was a senior partner. Marsha breezed in looking a bit harried. There was something different about her but \nJohn couldn’t place it. Oh, her hair was a bit mussed. John didn’t notice the extra bit if cleavage the additional undone button revealed. He averted his eyes when the girl leaned forward to hand him his coffee. He smiled back at June and thought about getting home early tomorrow. \n\nJohn grinned at Marsha as she started asking questions about the personalities they might encounter at Allied. He was pleased. This girl knew what she was doing! \n\n*** \n\nEverything went according to plan the next day, except for one little glitch. After the morning meeting they were invited to have lunch with Mr. Carson, the Chairman of the board and principal shareholder in the privately held company. John was delighted to accept. \n \nAnother glitch developed at lunch. Mr. Carson wanted them to stay an extra day to iron out the final details. Could they have a letter of intent ready to be executed tomorrow morning? \n\nCould they? Yes, of course they could! \n\n*** \n\n“Well, Marsha, we did it!” \n\nJohn and Marsha were in the rental car heading downtown to the Bentley Arms, the best hotel around. They went to their rooms and agreed to meet in the bar to decide on dinner and start celebrating. \n\nJohn freshened up using the supplies he had bought when they stopped on the way to the hotel and was in the bar five minutes early. A lady should never have to sit in a bar unescorted. He took a table and ordered a gin martini with an extra olive. After all, this was a celebration! Marsha was right on time and sat to his right. He was a bit surprised when she ordered a Johnnie Walker on the rocks. \n \n“Well Marsha, here’s to a job well done. You made quite an impression on Allied. Harry told me when Mr. Carson saw your analysis from the last meeting he told them to sign with us if you could be on the team. I probably shouldn’t tell you that. Now you’re going to expect something extra in your paycheck.” \n\n“Oh, John! That would be nice, but I’m just happy to be of help. I understand younger employees have to serve and prove their skills.” Marcia took a sip of her scotch and smiled coyly at her boss. “John, let me be honest. I’d love to serve you. I’m *so* happy to be working under you. With your experience I’m sure you could teach me a few tricks.” \n\nJohn was flattered and nodded his agreement. “Well it’s a privilege to take a young woman with so much potential and help her develop it. You’ve got the tools alright. Question is are you a natural or do you need to be shown how to use them.” \n\nJohn was even slower on the uptake than Marsha thought. She leaned toward him, placed a hand on his forearm and asked in a conspiratorial voice, “Do we dare have another round, John? Will the Firm pick it up?” \n\nJohn looked at the girl who raised her head high and drew her shoulders back even while she leaned closer to him. As he glanced down to look at her hand he realized Marsha had changed her blouse. She had worn a very nicely tailored white blouse, buttoned to just below her neck all day long. But now she had on a white top with a scooped out neckline that didn’t do much to cover that valley his eyes had to negotiate on the way to her hand. \n\nJohn was more than a little thankful they were seated at a table when he felt his cock twitch and start to swell. He immediately tried to put the impropriety out if his mind, but the way Marsha slid her hand over his upper arm as she motioned to the server made his job twice as hard. He manage to keep his eyes straight ahead and think calming thoughts as Marsha ordered them a second round. But then her hand slid over his shoulder as she stooped to whisper in his ear. “Ooh! I see some nibblies over there. I just *love* nibblies!” \n\nJohn told himself a clatter behind the bar is what caught his attention, but he knew it was really the thought if following her hips as she crossed the room to get some snacks. When the serve brought the drinks he ordered some starters. He really didn't want to stand up anytime soon. \n\nThe waitress brought another round with the food announcing they just caught the beginning of happy hour. Marsha giggled and picked up a chicken tender. She managed to get some sauce on her finger and put the strip down on her plate to lick her finger clean. \n\n“Ooh!” she exclaimed. “That’s very tasty sauce. It’s such an interesting combination of salty and pungent.” John tried to reply but she very quickly dipped her finger and offered him a taste as he opened his mouth. Marsha sat up straight and frowned as she made a small whine. “Oh, what a slob I am. Look! I’ve dribbled that sauce all over my chest. My blouse is all stained and my spare is soiled. I’m so embarrassed to go out to a nice restaurant.” \n\nJohn swallowed hard as he watched a rivulet of sauce make its way down the valley . *Oh shit*, he thought, *Did I just lick my lips?* He cleared his throat but his voice was very husky as he said, “Maybe we should just order room service.” \n\nMarsha smiled. She thought he would never ask. \n\n*** \n\nJohn was relieved to see Marsha had left when he awakened the next morning. He was even happier when he went to breakfast and there was no sign of Marsha in the dining room. He knew he had to face her eventually, but he dreaded the moment. After all he had debauched the girl. True, she had gotten a little tipsy and lost control, but *he* should have kept his wits about him and done the gentlemanly thing. He felt, simply stated, like a shit! \n\nHe finished a quick breakfast, got a cup of coffee to go and managed to make it back to his room without seeing the poor girl. A quick shower and back into his stale clothes from yesterday and it was time to get the airport shuttle. \n\nHis moment of reckoning had come! \n\nHe sat in the lobby alone but the inevitable was just delayed by a few moments. Marsha walked out of the elevator and greeted him warmly. \n\n“Good Morning, John. Did you sleep well? I certainly hope I didn’t wear you out last night with all those questions.” \n\nJohn wondered if he had forgotten something. He didn’t remember questions. He didn’t even remember much conversation. All he remembered was, well, he knew he better not think about what he remembered. It would be time to walk to the shuttle soon. \n\nMarsha put her briefcase down and started fiddling with her phone. \n\n“I’ve been busy this morning! I changed our aisles across for a middle and a window near the back of the plane. Oh, and I’ve cleared you calendar for lunch today. I know the perfect place where we won’t be bothered.” \n\nJohn was happy Marsha seemed to be taking it well. But why was she arranging a lunch meeting. Did they need to talk about Allied? Had he forgotten something? \n\n“Ah, here it is! I’ve muted the sound but a picture is worth a thousand words isn’t it?” She turned the phone in his direction so he could see the video. \n\nJohn had wondered why Marsha had fiddled with her handbag for such a long time last night. He assumed she was just nervous and was fidgeting while she worked up her courage. Now he knew. \n\nShe was aiming! \n\n“Oh, John! Don’t we make a lovely couple? Gee, I wish everybody could see how well we got on! But that wouldn't necessarily be a good thing, would it? You know, if the board or, oh my, if June happened to see this. Oh no, that wouldn’t do at all.” \n\nMarsha shut down the video and slipped the phone into her purse. \n\n“Now, we have a lot to talk about, don’t we? Shall we start with that something extra you were going to put in my paycheck?”\n\n\n*** \n\n[I hope you don’t mind me putting a little twist on your prompt. Comments and criticism are welcome.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] For whatever reason it it physically impossible for elves to have sex or masturbate until the hit 100 years old, this is a problem because their libido develops in their late 50s.
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"content": "\"So, how are you doing?\" An elven maid asked as Archer was just about to be done checking the traps. Archer took a step to consider. She looked young, grown by human standards - at full height and with a developed body by the time they are 70 - and there was an anxious excitement to the way she was biting her lip.\n\n \"No rabbits\", he replied, deciding to be as boring as possible. \"Empty traps as far as eye can see.\" She seemed too young, whatever this was, it promised disaster.\n\n \"The council could have you fed\", said the she-elf, stepping close enough to place a hand on his waist. \"Though you do seem thriving.\" Her hands wandered his torso, exploring his broad shoulders. He picked her hand off.\n\n \"Many of you think of humans as only beautiful wildlife. No. We have laws and morals as well. And I'll be tried in human courts, if not the elven ones, if I am caught with a child. A hundred years may be a breeze to you, but it is a lifetime to us.\"\n\n\"I just turned\", she explained herself, unbuttoning her coat. \"There are no men in the village. All of them are young boys or married men, I don't think there's anyone to respond to the want I have...\" She kept undressing, showing slender shoulders, small breasts, a narrow waist, altogether a beautiful and slender form. A rivulet ran down her thigh - she was already wet.\n\n \"If you think I'm only some animal to molest, you should know I can still bear witness against you in elven court\", Archer said, unbuttoning his belt. There was no way to deny his physical response at the sight of a naked girl that pretty, and his cock sprung out and open as soon as he pulled down his trousers. He let go of his trousers.\n\n As soon as he did, she was upon him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A prestigious college that uses chastity to curb bad behavior and promote success.
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"content": "As Ben was parking his car in the space labeled *Dr. Johnson*, he saw Miss Headley in the second floor window. She waved and ducked away quickly. He dawdled to give her time to get in position and then strode through the door. Miss Headley was standing there in a model’s pose, shoulders turned slightly to the right, head turned back to the left and one foot slightly ahead of the other. She smiled brightly.\n\n“Good morning Sir. How may I serve you today?”\n\nDr. Johnson returned her smile and slipped his free arm around her to draw her in and give her a kiss on the forehead. \n\n“Please get me some coffee and come to my office to review my calendar for the rest of the day.” He turned as he reached his door. “You look wonderful today, my dear. That skirt really accentuates your hips. Very attractive, indeed!”\n\nMiss Headley beamed as she brought the Chancellor of *Clear View College* his coffee and briefed him with her usual efficiency. She had just finished filling him in on the attendees of tonight’s alumni dinner when her phone buzzed. “It’s the honor squad, Sir. They are assembled.” \n\n“And the faculty?” \n\n“On the way, Sir.” Miss Headley, emboldened by the way Dr. Johnson was groping her ass, made her suggestions. “If I may, Sir, I think you will find the progress Chloe has made since her unfortunate, uh … slip warrants your personal attention. Oh, and as far as the men, I think Mark has grown into his potential.” She paused to let the names sink in and then added the deferential qualifier that solidified her position as Dr. Johnson’s assistant. “But of course you will know what’s best.” \n\n“Hmm, we shall see, my dear. Now run off and see if the faculty are assembled.” \n\nBen moved to his desk and reviewed the photos of the Honors Recipients. Yes, Chloe was very impressive. He was sure she would be a good choice. He took a quick look at Mark and shrugged. Yes, he would take Miss Headley’s advice. She was much better at evaluating the young men than he. \n\nBen looked out the window at the hallowed halls of the campus. Clear View was a very highly selective institution. Many students applied because it’s graduates were placed at the highest levels of government and industry. The strong academic program, coupled with a unique approach to developing the human potential of the student body, ensured graduates would thrive in their careers and rise to the very top of society. \n\nThe central concept of the *Clear View Way* was focus. The founders realized that the confusion surrounding the emotional development of young men and women needed to be addressed before they could realize their full academic potential. But the *Clear View Way* went beyond tempering the emotional upheaval and actually channeled it into productive areas. Yes, that stroke of genius was a closely kept secret. It was, after all *The Clear View Edge*. \n\nA satisfied smile settled on Dr. Johnson’s face as he thought back over past ceremonies. He wondered how many ceremonies he had conducted. They were not scheduled, but rather arranged on an as needed basis. When the hormonal pressures of students reached the point where their studies suffered, the distractions were removed until the students’ performance in the classroom regained the high standards set by the Clear View faculty. Then their academic achievement was rewarded by harnessing the disruptive forces into a beautiful expression of the human condition. Students were guided along this path of self-awareness and discovery by mentors chosen with the greatest care from the faculty and staff. \n\nYes! *The Clear View Edge* and *The Clear View Way* were but opposite sides of the same coin, and that coin bought success and wealth. \n\nDr. Johnson addressed the assemblage of honorees and mentors and restated the purpose of the ceremony in detail to allow the honorees to appreciate the Edge to the fullest extent. Then he announced the student mentor pairings. As each team was introduced they retired to quiet and secluded areas to begin the bonding process. \n\nMark and Chloe were the final two students. Dr. Johnson suggested perhaps they would benefit from a joint session. A bit of team teaching might prove invaluable. \n\nThe four made their way to Dr. Johnson’s quarters with Miss Headley reminding the students to let the mentors take the lead. Ben sat on the end of the bed and called Chloe over to him. He had her stand between his knees and ran his hands up the sides of her thighs until he reached her waist. He turned her and used one hand to get a firm grip on her ass while the other teased its way up her side to find her breast. The girl moaned as he kneaded her breast. He abandoned her ass to slide his hand down the back of her thigh, found the hem of the thin shift she was wearing and started running his fingers up and down the insides of her legs. She separated her feet and squatted a little to give him better access, but he was careful to stop well short of her chastity belt. Then he turned her to face him and asked her to lift her shift. When her belt was exposed he ran his fingers along its edges trying, without success, to worm a finger under the protective strips. The girl squealed and squirmed.\n\n“Miss Headley, why don’t you do the honors and show us what you have to work with.” \n\nMiss Headley was eager to begin. She pulled Mark’s shorts down and started teasing his thighs with her fingertips. The young man groaned as his cock began to swell and press against his cage. She very nimbly unlocked the cage and relieved his discomfort. Mark began to moan as she teased his cock with her finger tips and groaned when she stroked it lightly while using the fingers of her other hand to toy with his balls. \n\nDr. Johnson saw the way Chloe was staring at Mark’s cock and licking her lips. He undid her belt and dropped it to the floor. She forgot about Mark’s cock and looked down at him when he ran a finger tip along her slit. She shivered so he stopped and sat her on the edge of the bed. He stood before her and slowly unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and shorts. His thick dick bobbed in front of the girl’s lips but he held her head back and tilted her face up toward his. \n\n“Miss Headley, please step over here and show Chloe how I like my cock sucked.” \n\nHis assistant was only too happy to do as he asked. She pursed her lips and stuck the barest tip of her tongue out between them and then, grasping the master’s shaft in her left hand she placed his tip on her lips. As she tickled his balls his cock literally grew into her mouth. She closed her eyes and contorted her neck to accommodate the thick prick as it hit the back of her throat and curved down her throat. When Ben tapped her head with a finger she reversed the process. She had managed to control her gag reflex and take his whole length. He lifted her chin and smiled at her before tapping the back of her head, signalling her to do it again. After the third time he took his cock in his hand and rubbed it all over her face. Then he turned to Chloe and did the same to her. \n\n“If you please, dear Miss Headley show her halfsies with swirl.” \n\nThe woman licked her lips and nodded her agreement. There was excitement in her voice as she told Chloe this was the master's favorite way to get off. This time she licked her lips and stuck her tongue out. She placed his tip on her tongue and began swirling it around. After a moment she started to advance her lips over his cock until she had taken half of it. Then she looked up at him with adoring eyes and began to increase her suction while continuing the swirling motion. \n\nBen moaned and withdrew quickly, pointing out Chloe deserved a turn. The girl stumbled about but soon had the knack. Ben pulled out and smiled at her. He complimented her and told her she had earned a reward. He suggested Mark pay close attention and try the technique he was about to demonstrate on Miss Headley. \n\nBen gently pushed the girl back on the bed and raised her feet off the floor. He spread her legs wide and planted her feet out to the sides. Then he knelt in front of her and began exploring her folds with his tongue. As she opened for him he used his tongue on her clit and slipped a finger into her cunt. \n\nBen could hear Miss Headley giving Mark some verbal instruction and knew he was no longer taking instruction from him. When Chloe's breath started to catch Ben pulled back and gently sat the girl upright so she could watch Miss \nHeadley grab handfuls of Mark’s hair and ram his face into her pussy. She started to moan and just as her breath went very ragged she clamped her legs around the young man’s head and screamed in delight. \n\n“See, dear Chloe, how consuming the pleasure is if one spends some time on the edge? I’m pleased you have opted to take your time, but now we should take you to the fields of ecstasy which lie just beyond the edge.” \n\nIn a sudden movement he slipped his huge hand under the girl’s ass and tossed her higher in the bed. He lowered himself quickly and started to probe her folds with his huge mushroom tip. When he found his target he slowly, delicately, slipped deeper and deeper into her and then began stroking in and out. He heard Chloe gasp and then moan. Ben picked up the speed. He could feel the girl’s pussy begin to quiver. His strong fingers grabbed her ass and he pounded deep into her, delivering stream after stream of his essence into her womb. \n\nAs Ben started to recover his senses he heard a series of gurgles and slurps. He hurried to push up off of Chloe so she could watch Miss Headley work her magic. \n\n“Watch dear! Watch carefully. I don’t imagine Mark can last much longer. Miss Headley is quite expert at giving the sloppy blow job. Watch! Oh, did you see that?” \n\n*** \n\nComments and criticism are welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her entire memory is wiped, including memory of any sexual taboos she learned. Her body still has physical urges.
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"content": "Kimberly couldn't remember her name, she was pretty sure it wasn't Kimberly. That was the name she had chosen when she work up in the hospital a couple of months ago. No identification, no missing persons that matched, a new life, with no memories of her life before.\n\nThe doctors guessed she was around 28 or 29 years of age. She had been found on the ground outside the hospital, unconscious, but with no apparent signs of injury. Nobody knew what had happened to her, or why should couldn't seem to remember anything before the moment, she woke up.\n\nAfter several days of trying to find out who she was, social services had helped her get set up in a woman's home where she also had a part-time job helping out. She continued spending a lot of time at the hospital as they tried to help bring her memories back, but so far had not had any luck.\n\nToday they suggested that she should walk around the town a little bit, and see if anything jogged her memory. So she went back home to the woman's home and talked to a couple of the girls, they agreed to take her around town and see what they could find.\n\nThey started off by driving downtown. It was Friday evening, and things were starting to get lively in the area as there were several bars and clubs. They drove around for a few minutes and then decided to park and take a walk. They walked down several streets, passing many of the small town shops that we common here. She looked at each, checked out their names and window displays, but nothing seemed to trigger anything.\n\nAs they got to the area with the bars and clubs, they decided to take a break and get a couple of drinks. Kimberly wanted to keep walking trying to find out something from her past. Maybe with the crowds, someone would recognize her. They convinced her to come inside though, and get a drink. Perhaps someone in there would have seen her before.\n\nThey went in and found a table. The place was already starting to get busy, even though it was only about 7 pm. A waitress came up to take their orders, and everyone but Kimberly ordered. She wasn't sure what to order, she knew this was a bar but didn't know what she liked to drink. After a moment of pause, the waitress asked if she had any questions about the menu.\n\nKimberly paused for another moment, and then just decided to ask. \"Do you know who I am?\" The waitress looked at her for a minute and responded \"No hun, should I?\". \"No I guess not,\" she said with a bit of disappointment. \"I don't really know what I would like to drink, can you make a suggestion?\" she asked. \n\n\"Let's see, you look like a Pina Colada girl to me,\" she said. \"Oh, why is that?\" Kimberly questioned. \"Well your tanned skin, green eyes, sandy blond hair, makes me think of a beach girl. What else would a beach girl drink, then something cool and tropical?\" she answered. \"Ok, I'll take one of those,\" Kimberly decided.\n\nThey all sipped their drinks for the next half hour or so, and her friends started to get into the music. One of them accepted an invitation to dance with a cowboy looking gentleman, and the other two had decided to dance with each other. As she sat there watching them, she decided to get out of here and figure out who she was. She didn't have time for drinking and dancing.\n\nShe finished off her Pina Colada and made her way for the door. Outside she stood on the sidewalk, not knowing which way she should go. She closed her eyes, wishing she even knew where she was. She obviously had been told the name of the town, and she knew where it was located, but she didn't know the city.\n\nShe felt an urge to go to her right, so she opened her eyes and started heading that direction. She walked for several minutes and had begun to enter a neighborhood. They were upper scale homes on more expansive than average lots. After passing several, she found a bench and sat down for a moment to rest her feet.\n\nAs she sat there, she started to get a feeling, a feeling that she had been here before. She didn't know why, or when, but it was something. She started looking up and down the street at all of the houses. None of them stood out, but she was beginning to feel sure that she had been down this road before.\n\nShe stood and kept walking, she walked for what must have been nearly a mile. The neighborhood had disappeared, and she was in an area where the houses were much more spread out. She had no idea where she was, but she knew something was down this road.\n\nShe reached a tree-lined driveway and knew she had been here before. Was this home? This was a mansion, undoubtedly not her home? Maybe she knew someone here? She didn't know, but she was determined to find out.\n\nShe walked down the long driveway, it had to be a couple hundred feet and arrived at a circular area in front of the home. There had to be more than a dozen cars here, of various makes and models. Did they all live here? Maybe it was a party? She stood to the side of the main driveway as an SUV pulled up and parked. A man and woman got out, and appeared to be wearing nice clothes, but had Mardi Gras masks on.\n\nShe watched as they walked up to the steps to the door and were greeted by a doorman who opened the door for them. Yes, maybe this was a party, but was it a masquerade? She didn't have a mask. She needed to go inside, to find out why she knew this place.\n\nShe climbed the steps, and a polite doorman greeted her. He looked her over and asked to check her handbag. Afterward, he opened the door and allowed her to continued inside.\n\nThe inside was lavish, and she could only see the entry. In front of her was a small reception desk, and a man in a tuxedo stood behind it. \"Good Evening Ma'am, how may I help you?\" he asked. She approached the desk and looked around inquisitively. \"First time to the club?\" he asked. She paused, not knowing if it was or not. She felt she had been here before, but nothing she could remember other than a feeling.\n\n\"Yes, I think so,\" she answered. \"Well welcome, we are glad to have you join us,\" he said. \"Let me get you signed in, and go over a couple rules with you. Tonight is ladies night, so all single females get in free of charge,\" he said. She looked at him inquisitively, but none the less proceeded to allow him to sign her in.\n\nHe covered the rules, which seemed very add to her. All participants were to use the safe word of \"pineapples\" and any participant not accepting the word no would be immediately expelled and banned for life. They all seemed like weird rules, but what did she know, she had never been to a private club before. What even was a private club?\n\nAfter signing her in, he suggested she head into the living room where there was a bar that she could get a drink at. He also handed her a feathered mask which he suggested she wear. She wasn't sure how anyone would recognize her with the mask but agreed to wear it for the time being.\n\nShe entered the living room which did have a large bar to one side. Spread throughout the expansive room were several sofas and chairs, as well as a large fireplace. Several couples were milling about, chatting to each other, or sitting together in private conversations. Most were well dressed, but several seemed to be wearing fancy lingerie or just boxers. This seemed very odd to her, was it some kind of costume party?\n\nNot sure how to proceed, she decided that she should head to the bar to see if she could get any details from the bartender. She approached the bar and decided that she should order a drink to get the bartenders attention. She ordered a Pina Colada as it was the only thing she knew the name of, and then removed her mask. As he returned with the drink, he told her that she should really keep the mask on. It was for her own protection.\n\n\"Why do I need to be protected?\" she asked. \"Everyone here seems to be well off, is something here dangerous?\" she further asked. The bartender looked at her with a questioning smile. \"It's not because it's dangerous, it's so that you can be free to experience everything, without fear of judgment,\" he answered. Before returning the mask, she asked if he recognized her. He stated that he did not; however, he had only been working here for about a month.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nContinued in the first reply to this comment"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had promised her strictly catholic parents, herself, her church and most importantly to God to be heterosexual. Unfortunately her body would not comply...
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"content": "(Part 1 maybe?)\n\n“I promise to never ever be homosexual.”\n\nIt was never an ideal that was forced on Kelsey by her parents or her church but she just felt like it was the right thing to do. But now at 24 years old she sat outside of her church next to her friend Carlisle. \n\nThey’d known each other for years and despite her promise, Kelsey had developed deeper feelings for Carlisle. Romantic feelings...sexual feelings. She was nervous when Carlisle stopped her after service and asked to talk.\n\n“I like you Kelsey...a lot...and I have for years I’ve just never...”\n\nHer words were interrupted by Kelsey planting a small, soft kiss on Carlisle’s lips. The two stared at each other in shock. Though a smile grew on Carlisle’s face, Kelsey felt tears welling up and felt her stomach tie into a thousand knots. Without a word she ran off. \n\nShe had no clear destination, she just needed to get away. She ran until she was in the middle of the towns park. She looked around, tears slowly dripping from her eyes. When it was confirmed she was alone, she got her on knees. Feeling like she betrayed her parents, the church, and even worse God, she folded her hands and began to pray.\n\n“Dear lord, please forgive me. I made a promise that I could not keep and I...I just need...God, please give me a sign...”\n\nAs she did the sign of the cross and mumbled an amen, she saw a couple walking through the park, playfully arguing and fighting over a magazine. She couldn’t hear the, but whatever was said, the male up up his hands, tossed the magazine in the trash and embraced his girlfriend before continuing on their walk.\n\nShe looked up briefly before standing up. She rushed to the Can and to her dismay and happiness, the magazine was a Sports Illustrated body issue. She sighed as she looked at the woman in the cover, Ashley Graham, who could’ve passed for Carlisle’s sister. Kelsey threw the magazine back in the trash and smiled a little.\n\n“I guess I should go talk to her now huh...”\n\n“Kelsey?”\n\nShe blushed and looked up at the sky again. The voice calling her name was unmistakably Carlisle’s..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cute bookish guy ends up working at a self-serve "cream" shop
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"content": "Jeff was glad to have found some part-time hours that were perfect for his busy class schedule. Just 2 hour shifts, and only 2-3 times week, working at **Cumilicious**, the latest craze in self-serve \"cream\" for discerning women with a certain acquired taste for Cum. The new concept certainly wasn't for everyone, but the shop opened up just a few blocks from campus, and now that he was 21, Jeff was perfect for the job.\n\nFortunately recent advances in medicine had created the special \"Green Pill\" that was in high demand now in certain circles, even though it had only been on the market a couple month now. In fact, it was specifically because of \"The Green Pill\", that a store like **Cumilicious** could even open, since one of unexpected side-effects was especially sweeter cum, which made it taste almost like the tropical fruit Lychees (which is a real tropical fruit, by the way, with a taste that's a **[balance of sweet and tart that perfect. It's a light, floral taste -- some say it's a grape & rose, while others insist it's more like pear & watermelon](https://www.huffpost.com/entry/what-are-lychees_n_7515240)**). And now women in the know about the Green Pill can't get enough of the creamy taste of cum now, even if the idea of enjoying male \"cream\" was anything but widespread.\n\nAnyway, great tasting cum was just a side-effect of the pill. The original intended purpose of The Green Pill was originally intended to be as a competitor to Viagra (the \"little blue pill\"). But in clinical testing, what they discovered was that The Green Pill actually gave guys the ability to almost immediately get hard again after one orgasm, and that they could cum again in as little as five minutes. It also provided slightly thicker cum, and it wast never was runny either, even after cumming again and again, multiple times over about two hours, which is how long the pills effects lasted. So basically now guys could get hard again quickly, cum again over and over, and never have watery cum. AND their cum tasted sweeter, and just a little tart, and now it was almost like guys who took The Green Pill, had cum that was almost like a secret delicacy!\n\nThe pill's effects only lasted for about 2 hours, and it had to be taken only 1 hour before the 2-hour window of almost endless sweet-tasting orgasms was available. Given all these limitations, guys who worked at **Cumilicious** were limited to three 2 hour shifts per week. And although the pay was only double minimum wage, it was fun, and was a great way to meet cute gals, so who wouldn't jump at the chance to work there?\n\nJeff shows up for his first day at work, and his boss goes over the rules. No freebies for friends, not even your partner. They can get the \"cream\" from home on your own time. **Cumilicious** supplies the Green Pills, but they have to be taken exactly a hour before your shift starts, so the full taste and anti-refractory-limiting properties of the pill both can fully take effect. If you want to service women tasters, you can work on the north side of the store, and for guys coming in for a taste, that's done more on the south side. You don't have to be gay to service men, and gay men can also service women. But the store is sort of divided up so that you have the option of serving the gender of your choice. But be aware that there aren't any room dividers, and everything is done out in the open. And friends of all genders are welcome to come in with those being serviced, and the whole atmosphere is really casual. We want to destigmatize cum swallowing, and promote the new positive taste properties of The Green Pill. In fact, the pharmaceutical company that makes the Green Pill is actually the biggest financial investor in the new **Cumilicious** chain. And this is actually the very first franchise, and we've only been open about six weeks.\n\nJeff takes it all in, and he swallows his very first Green Pill. While waiting for its effects to kick in, he has an hour to watch how the store works, and get a sense of what he's in for..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: people who are completely unobserved for any length of time disappear entirely. This makes sex the best way to ensure you can wake up in the morning.
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"content": "*This came out more dark than dirty, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.*\n***\nCain hated the screamers. No matter how tight the gag was on their mouths, or how many layers of egg crate foam and cotton wadding he installed, someone always seemed to hit a note that cut through all of it and resonated in his ears. He turned on the lite radio station to drown out his current contract, who was determined to kick himself out of Cain's trunk. They both knew it was futile. \n\n*All By Myself* played when he reached the abandoned business park. Prosperity Heights used to host dozens of companies, mostly start-ups, but when The Compression hit, the wave of single, work-from-home employees who vanished caused a labor shortage that killed most of the businesses. \n\nSomeone once explained it to him at a bar. The Compression was a like how raw videos could be compressed by removing the still images and interpreting the rest with math, only applied to people. It was supposed to make the same old wall posts, tweets, and Instas more unique, but that's not what happened. Generations of loners vanished over the course of a few weeks, leaving the rest of the world confused, then angry, then desperate for a way out.\n\nHe pulled the old sedan into the empty warehouse, driving under the half-closed garage door and parked against the far wall. The hidden camera in his dash showed his contract, still bound, but he had managed to loosen the gag and was breathing heavily. Cain killed the engine and walked to the trunk. \n\n\"Listen to me! You don't have to do this!\" the man spat. \"We can make a deal!\" Cain gripped the rope and lifted him out of the trunk with one hand, as easily as unloading a suitcase, then dropped him onto the concrete floor. \"Jesus, will you just listen to me? Do you know who I am?\" he pleaded.\n\n\"Nope,\" Cain said flatly. He reached for his cell phone and made a call. \"Yeah, we're here. He'll be online in five.\" Cain replaced the phone then hefted the crying man over his shoulder. He walked into a small office that contained a side table by the door and a single chair, bolted down in the center of the room. Cain dropped him in the chair and began the process of binding his ankles to the metal legs.\n\n\"Come on man, I can get you anything,\" he pleaded. \"Money? You'll never work again. Drugs? I can get you the best synth from Sweden, man. Ouch!\" he cried as the last brace locked his wrist to the armrest. \"Fuck man, don't do this to me?\"\n\nCain took his phone out again in silence, then propped it up on the table with a built-in stand. He started a video conferencing app then stood back. The application rang until the unknown user on the other end connected. Cain watched the man's face as he recognized the older woman on the phone.\n\n\"Evelyn? You! What the fuck is going on?\" he yelled, fighting the restraints.\n\nEvelyn sighed. \"Walter, you knew this was coming, maybe not the moment you checked in the code that wiped out a third of humanity overnight, but certainly by the time you took off.\"\n\n\"It wasn't my fault! My code was dependent Jillson's libraries anyway! Why?\" \n\n\"Have you seen Jillson lately, Walter?\"\n\n\"I saw his stream yesterday, he looked fine.\" Walter desperately tried to recreate his co-worker's face in his mind, but he could only imagine a blurry bust of a faceless man. \"No...no! He was there yesterday!\"\n\n\"His stream wasn't live,\" Evelyn said flatly. \"He's not either. Although you might debate me on that, Mr. Vanishing-Isn't-Dying-Technically.\"\n\nWalter's head dropped and tears fell onto the bare floor. \"You can't do this, it's not right! I admit, The Compression went too far. We didn't know... we didn't...\" His voice trailed as the gravity of his situation finally sunk in. He looked up angrily at Evelyn. \"You know, you're as much to blame as us. If you hadn't been so eager to push one more feature out by Q2, none of this would have happened.\"\n\n\"I *do* think of that, you know? Mostly when I'm looking at my fat husband while he fucks me out of desperation, neither of us wanting to dissolve into the ether. *Panic* sex is the worst. I guess I'm in my own purgatory.\"\n\n\"Go to Hell, Evelyn,\" Walter said, then spit on the phone. Cain wiped the screen with a cloth, dampened in degreaser. If caught in time, any DNA linked back to Walter could be used to bring him back. \n\n\"Yes, well,\" she replied, \"as they say, *you first.*\" The connection died and the phone went dark. Cain picked it up and put it back in his jacket. \n\n\"Wait, wait!\" Walter pleaded. \"Please, please... I want more time.\"\n\n\"I don't know who had it worse: the people who winked out the first night, or the rest of us fighting to stay visible.\" Cain leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette. He offered it to Walter but he refused. \"What you people did is going to wipe out everyone. Any last requests?\"\n\n\"Please, don't do this, I've got no one, alright? No family, no friends, nobody wants to talk to me. I'm dead already. Just let me go, okay? You'll never see me again, I swear.\"\n\nCain took a long drag from the cigarette and blew out a plume of smoke like a dragon. \"That's kinda the point of this, isn't it?\" He finished the cigarette then snuffed it out with his shoe. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.\n\nGetting into the car, Cain connected the dash and cabin cams to his phone and started his stream. \"Hi guys,\" he said with a chipper voice. \"It's your old pal Cain, getting ready for another night shift.\" He saw ten visitors in his chatroom already, four of them begging to go cam-to-cam. It was a shitty system, but billions of people streamed live, 24-7 to exist. The sound of coins dropping into his bucket rang in the car cabin.\n\n\"Thank you, Sea_Doggo69!\" He unbuttoned his shirt and reached for the coconut oil he kept in the center console. He dabbed a few drops on his broad, hairless chest and rubbed it in. \"Mmm, I wish you could be here, it smells like *paradise*.\" The steady ping of virtual nickels dropping into his account was his new heartbeat.\n\nHours later, Cain finished his show and wiped the cum off his belly, into a small plastic baggy. He knew a guy who would eat it for a dollar, another memory of him for someone else to have. He walked back to the room. Walter was gone, his restraints locked but empty. Cain snapped a picture and sent it to Evelyn. \n\n*Good work, the credits are in your account. Be Seen and Be Well. E.*\n\nHe picked up his rope and went back to his car, winding the line neatly as he went. He loaded the rope back into the trunk and joined a group voice chat for drivers. \"Guys,\" he said, \"I've had the strangest night.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hey, I think this Airbnb has a sex dungeon
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"content": "\"Ralph, turn there,\" Peggy said, pointing to her right. Her finger could have been aiming at any one of three cul-de-sacs along the main road.\n\n\"Which one?\" her husband asked annoyingly. He had been white-knuckle driving since they got into the rental car. Ralph hated being lost, which from his perspective, was another form of being *wrong*. \n\n\"Turn now! Turn now!\" she screeched. Ralph cut the wheel and the Buick LaCrosse lurched into the neighborhood with a loud squeal. \"Cheese and crackers, Ralph, can you take it easy? There it is, number nine.\"\n\nRalph pulled into the driveway of the New Jersey beach house they had rented for the week. It was a modest colonial home painted in an obscene shade of yellow, with white trim and a wrap-around porch. If it were up to him, they'd take their summer vacation back home in Ohio, like they'd done for decades, but Peggy convinced him to come out to the coast. \n\n\"According to Suzy's email, the keys are in a combination safe by the door,\" she said, shuffling the paper print outs. \"Get the bags. Isn't this exciting? Oh Ralph, you can smell the ocean.\"\n\n\"It smells like raw sewage,\" he groused. It took all his will to keep from putting the car in reverse and drive straight into the ocean. Ralph popped the trunk and grabbed their matching luggage. The wheels locked and stuck on the broken seashell driveway, making it impossible to roll them to the house. \"One week,\" he mumbled to himself, \"just one week and we can leave this hell hole.\"\n\nPeggy sat in the living room, pecking on her phone. Her text messages were more like missives and letters, frequently long and out-of-order. \"Ralph, the bedrooms are upstairs,\" she said, not looking at his red face. \n\nHe left one suitcase at the foot of the stairs and gripped the other with two hands, slowly climbing to the second floor. He could hear her talk to herself as she toured the home, *oo-ing* and *ah-ing* over the completely nautical decor. He opened the master bedroom door and was hit with a wave of humid air. The window-mounted air conditioner was plugged but not running, despite Ralph pressing every button, and eventually smacking the metal exterior. He was about to throw it out the window when he noticed that none of the electronics in the room seemed to be on.\n\n\"What's wrong, Ralph?\" Peggy asked as he came downstairs in a huff. \n\n\"The fuse is blown, Peg.\" He started opening every door in the hallway until he found the entrance to the basement. \"Great vacation, Peg,\" he said sarcastically as he descended.\n\nThe basement was split between an unfinished area with beach chairs and dusty junk, and a section that was separated by a wall and white steel door. Ralph looked for the circuit box on the unfinished side but couldn't find it. The walked to the white door and found a light switch inside. \n\n\"What the heck is this?\" he said to himself. He couldn't make sense of the space. It seemed to be a DIY workshop with a lot of custom tools. He walked to a something that looked like a saw horse, but taller and covered with black leather. Next to it was an imposing, wheeled crane with a compound pulley threaded with steel chains. Ralph couldn't understand how or why someone would do engine repair in their basement, but his eyes caught the back wall before he could ponder it further.\n\n\"Are you okay down there?\" Peggy shouted from the top of the stairs.\n\n\"Come down here, Peg,\" he replied. She followed his voice and found him gazing at a wall of black hand tools, hung on pegboard. Most of them looked like small clubs but others were studded with chrome spikes and chains. \"You do crafts with the Elks Club ladies, have you seen any of these tools before?\"\n\nShe picked up a small chain with alligator clips on either end and stared at it. \"Is it a science project?\"\n\nRalph picked up the heavy leather apron and slipped it on. \"This must weigh at least twenty pounds. Heavy duty stuff.\" As he wrapped the drawstrings around his back, he felt his whole body warm under the apron's non-porous material. \"I don't get it.\" He noticed a panel that looked like a fusebox and found the array of circuit breakers, with surprisingly accurate labels. Maybe not so surprisingly, given the neatly organized workroom. As soon as he flipped the switch, he could hear the air conditioner upstairs turn over with a loud hum. \"Let's get out of here, Peg,\" he said, placing the apron back on the hook.\n\n\"You go on upstairs, Ralph,\" she said, thumbing through a picture book. Ralph couldn't tell what it was about, but Peggy's face was beet red. When he tried to look over her shoulder, Peggy closed the book fast. \n\n\"What's Shibari?\" he asked, looking at the cover. \"Sounds Oriental.\"\n\n\"Well don't you worry about that, dear,\" she said, pushing him out of the room. \"I'll clean up down here.\"\n\nRalph went back upstairs to the bedroom and unpacked in the cooled room. Even from this height, he could barely see the beach over the rows of cottages and homes between them and the ocean. He was still feeling sweaty so he took off his shirt and put on his swim trunks, thinking he'd check out the beach later. \n\n\"Ralph! Come down here!\" Peggy shouted from the basement. Ralph didn't bother with a new shirt and made his way down to the workroom again. \n\n\"Peggy?\" he asked, mouth agape as he stared at his wife. She was straddling the sawhorse, holding onto loops of rope to keep from falling down, and she was buck naked. Her skin was flushed as she fidgeted and squirmed on the the platform, her nipples clamped by the same chains she was examining before. \"What is going on here?\"\n\n\"It's... it's in the brochure,\" she said, pointing at the worktable behind her. \"This is like one of those fancy gyms. Oh lord, this feels so good.\"\n\nRalph grimaced. He couldn't imagine the sawhorse being anything but the most painful seat in the world, but maybe that was incentive to pull up with the loops. Peggy swung her leg around and dismounted, then used a wet wipe to clean the leather seat. \n\n\"Want to try it?\" she asked.\n\n\"No thank you, ma'am,\" he said, walking back to the wall of tools. He picked up a tapered and smooth black club that had a curve and slightly larger knob at one end. \"Did you figure out what this is for?\"\n\n\"I think so, it's a medical device... for men. Ralph, you haven't been to Dr. Soll's office in years, right? I think you could use some of this. Come here.\"\n\nRalph complied and faced her. She was fifty, but her naked body was still doing it for him, and he felt his swim trunks get a little tighter. \n\n\"Ralph, take off those shorts and kneel on this mat,\" she instructed. He was more than a little embarrassed, kneeling on all fours in a stranger's basement, but he knew: happy wife, happy life. \n\n\"Whoa, that's cold!\" he exclaimed as she rubbed a paste between his cheeks. \n\n\"Oh, don't be such a baby. Now I did some reading and this is the low setting.\"\n\nHe heard a slight hum from behind and then the strangest feeling that shook him from his hips to his toes. \"Oh, my!\" He lost his balance and fell forward as the narrow instrument pushed into his ass. \"Peg! Peg! What's going on?\"\n\nShe pulled it out slightly, until the bulbous end stretched his anus further, then pushed it back in. \"I think this is supposed to stimulate your prostate, but I don't know if it's working.\"\n\nRalph hadn't felt so hard in years. He could feel his groin, aching with each stroke, until Peg touched something inside him that released all the pent up energy he didn't realize he'd been saving. \"Oh, Peg!\" he grunted as he came, he semen dropping onto the mat below. His hips bucked uncontrollably as he rode the orgasm.\n\n\"It's working,\" he said, gasping for air. She pulled the tool from his ass and wiped it with another disposable cloth, and he collapsed on the floor. \n\n\"They left several guidebooks, Ralph. There are even step-by-step instructions,\" she said, pointing at a bookshelf.\n\n\"Peg, I don't think this is a gym.\"\n\n\"Well, did you like that exercise?\"\n\nRalph had to admit, he never came so hard in his life. \"I guess if we want to stay healthy, we should keep at it.\"\n\nPeggy smiled and pulled him up to his feet. She kissed him and handed him a picture book. \"Now Ralph, I want you to check out the chapter on edging.\"\n\nRalph balked at her. \"I already know how do do landscaping, Peg.\"\n\n\"Just read it, \" she said, sighing. \"It's not what you think.\"\n\n***\nIt's like The Lockhorns, but with pegging. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] On a balmy spring afternoon, a long term couple finally decide to lose their virginities.
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"content": "\"It's beautiful,\" Lisa said as the ferry slowly docked in the island harbor. She looked at the pipers and gulls, standing on posts and the pier, and wondered how many times they'd seen the same ballet, watching the ferrymen throw the thick ropes to the dock workers. Lisa was grateful for the calm ocean waters, but even more grateful for Merle, holding her hand.\n\n\"I can't wait to show you the house,\" he said, pulling her up from her seat. They queued in the line of people disembarking, snaking through the decks as they finally touched land. As they left the port and turned onto the cobblestone street, Merle smiled at her and led the way. \"Come on, it's not far.\"\n\nWhen they reached the white picket fence that bordered the family house, Merle walked faster, excited to open the door. He fished out the key and the front door opened with a long creak. \"Welcome to the summer house.\"\n\nLisa entered the foyer and took it all in. The home was tastefully decorated with light but muted colors and plush furniture. It wasn't the ship-lapped faux country aesthetic that was all the rage on home improvement shows, it had character. \"How long has your family had it?\" she asked.\n\n\"My great-grandfather used to work on a farm here, and when the land was eventually sold, he bought this parcel and built this house with his own hands. My mom's side of the family have been coming here on and off for decades.\"\n\n\"That's so cool,\" she said, walking into the kitchen. The walls were covered with pots and pans, arranged by someone with a lot of cooking experience. This was a *working* kitchen, with little space to do anything else. \"There's so much... history here.\" Lisa didn't say it, but she was hoping to make a little history there as well. She met him at the foot of the stairwell that led to the upstairs bedrooms. \n\nMerle looked around, avoiding her eyes. \"Yup, a lot of memories of this place, growing up.\"\n\nLisa slung her arms over his shoulders and gave him a slow, tender kiss. \"Do you, want to grow up a little more?\" \n\nHe looked at her deep blue eyes and wanted to fall into them. There could be no other, no one else, no other place that could make this any more special. He nodded and started up the stairs.\n\n\"Should we shower first?\" he asked as they passed the small tiled bathroom. \n\n\"You go first, I'll wait.\" She watched him close the door and walked down the hall to the master bedroom. She thought it was funny, that they had the house to themselves, and yet still clung to sense of individual privacy. As she unpacked her clothes, she found a bathrobe in the closet and decided to save time and undress then. Lisa neatly folded her pants and shirt, laying her bra and panties on top of them. She wasn't one to rip off her clothes in a passionate display of sexual desire. Lisa heard the water turn off and she placed her clothes on a chair by the door, then sat on the bed with her hands clasped in front of her. \n\nMerle walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp, and Lisa watched the droplets fall onto his broad, olive-skinned shoulders and chest. Lisa felt something inside her heat up as she gazed at his athletic form. She stared at him silently, until he cleared his throat.\n\n\"Oh, sorry,\" she said, blushing.\n\n\"Don't be,\" he said with a smile. \n\n\"Look at you, though. I don't get it,\" she started. \"I don't know how someone like you, who looks like you do, hasn't already... you know.\"\n\nMerle sighed. \"It was a lot of things. Time, for one. The family restaurant was my day care, babysitter, and first job rolled into one place. I don't think I've had a day off of work since I was eight. No time, meant no friends, no socializing, not even in college. When I wasn't in class, I was at work, or in a car to get to either place.\" \n\nHe sat next to her on the bed. \"There may have been girls who were interested in me that way, but you know? I never learned how to read the signs.\" He reached for her long hair and stroked it, weaving his fingers into them until his hand caressed her shoulder. \"I don't know what would have happened if you didn't approach me first.\"\n\n***\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In 2021 the world found out that magic existed. Countries formed Witch/Wizard-hunter forces. By 2023 these forces were mostly used to hunt down magic wielders so they could interrogate them. Karla, a 19 year old witch, had been captured after using her magic to heal a stray cat. (Cont. in post)
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"content": " \n\nWurzburg, Germany\n\nApril 2023\n\nIf you were given the chance to save the life of another at the cost of great peril to yourself, would you do it? People might hesitate a little, and some others might not even think twice to turn away, after all self-preservation is the most important thing. But that’s certainly not what Karla Wagner would do. Otherwise, she wouldn’t find herself in this dire situation.\n\nThe young woman is gasping as she runs through the city alleyway. Her shoulder-length brown hair waves as she occasionally turns her head to watch her back. Her slender legs are slowly giving up, she’s been running non-stop for 20 minutes. After turning several times he stops briefly to catch her breath. Sweat is running down her fair skin, drenching her white blouse.\n\nTen seconds haven’t passed since Karla paused and around the corner, one man in a black uniform comes storming through. Their eyes are locked and by now break time is over.\n\n*Shit, SHIT!* Karla can only grunt to herself while she drags her feet in near exhaustion as the man rushed towards her.\n\n*Why can’t they just leave me alone!?*\n\nThe *Hexenjager* or simply Jagers, is what the man pursuing her is called. A police special unit designed to hunt witches and magic users; people like Karla. Some people see them as heroes, carrying the will of the church and God. For those that do not, the Jagers is a state-enabled cult of crazy people.\n\nAs she paves her way through the sea of people on the streets, Karla eyes for an exit. Not too far ahead is the main entrance to the market district, a perfect place to get lost in the crowd. She bolts away and try to blend once she’s sure that she’s run far enough. Her hands are still shaking, both from fear and exhaustion.\n\n*Oh, god..w-what are they going to do to me if I get captured?*\n\nAmong her circle of magic users, she’s heard only unpleasant rumors about the Jagers. From torturing prisoners to performing wicked experiments on them, the Jagers have built quite the reputation. The thought of having to go through such things makes Karla nauseous. Maybe she’ll feel better if she goes to the washroom to calm herself a bit.\n\nShe locked the cubicle door. As she leans to the cold walls of the room, ironically her body has been hot for quite some time from all the running. The aching in her legs start to grow. The smell of her perfume as now blended with her sweat. She takes off her soaked white top to try to get some air.\n\nBeneath the white fabrics of her blouse is a slender figure, covered in a black tank top. On her fair skin you can find a few spots of freckles, spread across her shoulders. Her hands move to wipe some sweat off her chest, and then her breasts. Karla’s breasts are not too big, but they’re pretty tight and give her a fit look.\n\nTo give her legs some time off, Karla sat on the toilet. Her hands start to massage her slender thighs and feet which are covered by knee-length jeans. She takes a deep breath as her body gets more relaxed.\n\nShe opens her phone to type a text message. She opens the contact of someone named ‘Claudia’.\n\n*Can you come fetch me at the market district?* It says\n\nClaudia Meyer is a fellow magic user and Karla’s big sister figure. When Karla started developing her power, Claudia reached out to her to guide her. When she was scared of herself, Claudia was there for her. She’s her most important person in the world.\n\n*What are you doing there?* Claudia replied.\n\n*Oh, long story...I’ll tell you when I get there*\n\n*Alright, then.*\n\nFor several minutes, Karla just anxiously wait for Claudia. Once she’s here, Karla can feel fully safe. Unlike Karla who possessed restorative power, Claudia is an elemental magician who is fully capable in holding her own in combat. Those Jagers mooks should be no problem for her.\n\nAfter 15 very long minutes, a text from Claudia finally arrives.\n\n*I’m at the main entrance*\n\nIt’d be better if Claudia were to come here, but she supposed she’s troubled her best friend enough.\n\n*I..I really don’t want to get out but…*\n\nShe gathered the courage to continue the escape. Hopefully she’s way out of the Jagers’ radar now. Karla clenched her fist and thumps her legs to ready herself. She’s not sure if such mental preparations will work but it’s better than nothing. And then there she goes.\n\nBefore she heads out, Karla goes to wash her face to refresh her mess of a mind. Beside her is a woman with short black hair, they exchanged a smile when their eyes met. Karla feels a bit safer.\n\n“Is everything okay?” the woman said, still washing her hands.\n\nKarla is a bit startled. “E-Excuse me?” she gives a puzzled look.\n\n“Oh, I’m sorry, dear..it’s just that..you look a bit nervous.” the lady returned Karla’s look. From her mannerism she sounds like an old lady but she doesn’t look ten years older than Karla.\n\n“Oh, no..I mean, yes, I’m alright! I’m having my first date near the park, I’m afraid that I’ll butcher it!” Karla tries to calm herself. Is she that easy to read?\n\n“My, no wonder you look so pretty!” the lady’s smile gives a soothing feeling to Karla.\n\n“Oh, you’re too kind, ma’am” Karla smiles in return. Maybe she should exit the area with her. Having a company might make the Jagers think twice before pursuing her further. She timed her exit to be at the same time as the lady.\n\nKarla walks out the door following the lady, but before they could exit the room she suddenly stopped.\n\n“Is there something wrong?” Karla said. She hears the sound of the door locking and she realizes that she’s in big trouble. The lady pushed her to the wall, smothering Karla with her arms.\n\n“Miss Karla Wagner, you’re under arrest” she said.\n\n*You’ve got to be kidding me*\n\nKarla struggles to escape from her hold. She headbutted the lady pretty hard before she finally let go.\n\n*I don’t want to use my powers against normal humans, but….*\n\nHer life is at stake here. Karla used her restorative power to strengthen her arms. It’s Karla’s turn to go on the offensive. Her punches are sloppy but it’s clear that the lady has been avoiding it. At least she’s considered a danger.\n\nEventually the tide has turned and Karla corners the lady. “Look, I have nothing against you..but if you’re with the Jagers I won’t hold back”\n\nHearing Karla’s threat, the lady just smirks. “Well, aren’t you a dangerous one”. She pointed two of her fingers at Karla and before she realized it, she was sent flying to the other wall. You can hear the sound of her body thumping against the wall.\n\n*What the hell? A magic user!?*\n\nShe tries to get up. Strangely, she couldn’t even lift a finger. The energy is there, but something is pulling her down to the ground. As if she was barred by gravity itself from leaving the ground.\n\n“This is Fox, package secured” the lady who identifies herself as the ‘Fox’ talks through her earphone.\n\n“W-Why did you do it? Why did you help the Jagers to hunt your own kind?” Karla’s eyes filled with anger, presented with unbelievable betrayal in front of her.\n\n“Nothing personal, dear. It’s just business” she replied. “Now, sleep for a moment would you” Fox placed her palm on Karla’s face. She can feel her consciousness fading.\n\n*No..no! No! No! No! Somebody help me, please!*\n\nHer head feels lighter and lighter, at the moment she can only think of one thing.\n\n*Claudia…*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Flavorfully Vanilla
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"content": "For his birthday, she agrees to role play in bed. But when she puts on the costume, she finds herself getting into it more than she thought she would.\n\nThe two of them were high school classmates long ago, but never got together until their late twenties. Now that their high school is closing down for good, though, the two decide to indulge in a little 'what if' by pretending to notice each other way back in time.\n\nWanting to test his loyalty, she decides to pretend to be her own twin sister. He proves so true to her that she decides to reward him, only to find that he still doesn't believe her.\n\nWanting to spice up their sex lives, a middle aged, timid couple take an online questionnaire. As they discuss ropes, blindfolds and handcuffs, she finds herself getting aroused but can't bring herself to admit it. She tries to figure out how to get him to make the first move.\n\nLong distance relationships are no fun. Now that they're together again, they have a bet going to see how long they can last before ending up naked. He said an hour, she said five minutes. Neither wants to back down, but will they be able to hold out?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "911, what's your emergency?" "I... I think my husband's going into labour!"
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"content": "\"Mam that is clinically impossible.\"\n\n\"I know that, but that doesn't really change the fact that its happening.\"\n\n\"Please describe his symptoms and we might be able to diagnose the actual issue.\"\n\n\"Well about 9 months ago we were having a bit of fun on the porch.\"\n\n”Mam I'm referring to recent sym-”\n\n”We both enjoy role reversals quite a bit so he was dressed in the cutest yellow dress. We were both enjoying the sun quiet a bit and I had my hand in his lap, he was making the most adorable little tent in his dress under my care.”\n\n”Mam I don't think that's rele-”\n\n”He was moaning every once in a while, he has such adorable tiny moans, just like a real girl. And sitting in the summer sun getting his girly clit stroked was enough to put him on a hair trigger. I kept it slow going, I wanted to spoil my sweet girl you see?”\n\n”... I see.”\n\n”I ended up pulling his dress up so it wouldn't stain from my sweet girls precum and just stroked his clit for all the neighbors to see while the sun kept it nice and warm. He was a mess after about half an hour, moaning and panting as I whispered sweet nothings to him, it made him blush. Can you imagine it? My big strong man in his yellow dress, his cock drenched in precum as I stroke him in the sun and his face flushed with loving embarrassment?”\n\n”... Vividly.”\n\n”I finally let him finish, and he clutched to me for support as he came, his big beautiful clit cumming in the sun. I managed to catch most of it in the container I had brought for the occasion and just held my girl for a while to let him rest. While my beautiful girl was sleeping in my arms I filled my new strapon with my husband's cum so I could give it to my girl properly. I strapped it on while my girl was still clutching me and trying to get her breathing under control and when she finally noticed my new cock she blushed again. She looked at me and said something like: 'Would you like me to take care of that for you?', and then she reached down and stroked my cock softly! Can you believe that? My beautiful girl has grown up so bold, nervous sure, but brave enough to push through it to get what she needs and deserves.”\n\n”Mam at this point I'm willing to believe just about anything to end this conversation.”\n\n”I gave her a deep kiss, I'm pretty sure I had tears of pride in my eyes. She crawled on top of me and I put my hands on her hips, slowly guiding her down on my cock. Her blushing alone was enough to make me wet, and I almost came when she whimpered as she lowered herself onto my cock. She was breathing heavily and just slowly taking it inch by inch, she needed to get used to the size and I let her take her time. I stroked her cock gently to encourage her and little by little her breathing settled and I gave her an encouraging smile and a stroke to get her moving. She rode me slowly, my beautiful girl is not a virgin by any means but I had a big cock that day and I let her pick a pace she enjoyed. I admired her as she rode me, the yellow dress falling so elegantly around her, resting atop her slowly hardening clit once more so I could see everything but the neighbors would have to rely on their imagination to figure out what exactly my beautiful girl was riding.”\n\n”Mam public indecency is a serious-”\n\n”I don't think my girl has ever been as beautiful as she was that day, sun warming her back, face flush with lust and love, and her whole body bouncing on my cock, longing for my husband’s cum within it. I'm a considerate lover you know? I'm not just out to shoot my load and be done with it, I wanted my beautiful girl to reach as close to ecstasy as I could get her. So I let her ride me, giving her encouragement with strokes of her clit and telling her things like: 'You love getting fucked more than fucking don't you?' And 'When I fill you with my husband’s cum you're gonna give birth to the most beautiful babies.' She loves talk like that, I could tell by how her clit throbbed and how her blushing deepened significantly.”\n\n“Well... it is pretty hot.”\n\n“My beautiful girl kept riding me, speeding up slowly and steadily to the point where I was having trouble stroking her clit, so I reached around and massaged her ass instead as she moaned things like: 'give it to me, fill me with your husbands cum, breed me, let me carry your babies'. She was so close to cumming as I activated the cock and the next time my girl plunged down on the cock my husband’s thick cum sprayed up inside her. She moaned in ecstasy as the cum filled her and her own clit came all over me as she plunged down on my cock again and again, desperate for every last drop of my husband’s cum. Her clit was limp and dripping when she ran out of energy to ride my cock. She collapsed into my arms, my cock still deep inside her, locking my husband’s cum in her. She was beautiful, I don't think you can imagine it, her yellow dress stained with sweat and cum, her little clit exhausted but satisfied, her hole still plugged with my cock and her tired trembling lips reaching out for mine.”\n\n“I- I can imagine, mmmmhh.”\n\n“I kissed my girl and let her know she was carrying my husband's babies now and to take good care of them. She promised me she would and hugged me tight. I've seen my beautiful girl more than I've seen my husband since then, she's so loving and affectionate, I love her so much. When my husband is the one there he showers me in affection too, tells me how much he loves me and gives me the good fucking I need from time to time. We don't use protection though, we both just kind of know that its not needed, we know where his babies are. Since her belly started to swell its only been my beautiful girl and me though. I've been doting on her, making sure she has what she and the babies need. She's beaming when we're in public, wearing dresses that makes it very clear how far along she is, and that she's carrying more than one passenger. There's two of them, a boy and a girl the doctor says, he doesn't know how but they are there. She still loves to feel me inside of her, with smaller cocks for now though, but she says nothing is as exhilarating as feeling my husband’s two children move around inside her while I fill her with my cock.”\n\n“hah, hah, I see, hah, hah.”\n\n“And now she's going into labor, her clit has been hard for a week and finally her water has broken, her clit is gushing precum like there's no tomorrow. Its delicious I had to get a taste before I called you, my beautiful girl's juices on the eve of the birth of my husband's children. I've never tasted anything so pure and wonderful.”\n\n“Hah, hah, hah, hah, I'm so close,”\n\n“... Imagine it. My beautiful girl with her swollen belly, her hard clit soaking itself in precum as my lips wrap around it. I suck on her beautiful clit, stimulating what is already past stimulation due to the imminent birth. My tongue catches every drop that tries to escape as I push the clit deep down my throat. Her precum flowing directly down my throat while my husband babies kick just inches from where I'm swallowing their mother's clit.”\n\n“Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh... whoa.”\n\n“Enjoyed it?”\n\n“I... yes, thank you mam... I really needed that.”\n\n“I could tell, I'm just glad I was able to help.”\n\n“Thank you none the less, that was... amazing.”\n\n“Glad you enjoyed it... so about the whole labor thing?”\n\n“Oh right, I'll send an ambulance right away.”\n\n>Man its been YEARS since I've written any mpreg stuff. Turned it into something a lot smuttier than /r/WritingPrompts would have done. But tried to use the phone call setup for some slightly different storytelling than usual. \n\n>I hope you enjoy it :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] The Gentleman And The Whore
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's late at night, you're alone at home and showering as you suddenly hear a noise in the apartement. It sounds like something breaking. You listen for a moment, and all you hear is silence.
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"content": "Contains consensual nonconsent, humilation, fisting\n***\nThe apartment air was thick and stifling when Jenna came home from work. It was only June, but the warm, humid weather lingered over the city, even at this late hour. She kept the apartment sealed shut in the daytime, so it felt like a sauna when she returned. She opened the large window a crack and the noise of the city filled the silent room with a persistent hum of life on the street four floors below, but offered little reprieve from the sticky air. She opened it wider, hoping it would cool down by the time she gets out of the shower.\n\nThe modern, loft style apartment was built in a renovated factory, with exposed brick and beams throughout the single space. The functional areas were separated by a kitchen island, free-standing bookcases, and a floating wall around the bathroom to afford its users some privacy from the living areas. Jenna turned on the shower and stripped out of her cocktail waitress uniform, throwing the drink-stained blouse into the hamper. She thought about the drunks at the bar, who tipped well but also got bolder and sloppier as the night went on, until she had to call over Ivy to eject them. She massaged the small bruise forming on her ass where she'd been pinched, and hopped a hot shower would sooth it. She pulled the needle out of her bun and let her long hair cascade down to the small of her back.\n\nJenna walked into the steamy, glass-walled shower and gingerly moved under the water. She closed her eyes and felt her muscles loosen under the heat, as if the water washed off her fatigue as well as the dried beer and sweat. She stood motionless, enjoying the feeling of the hot rivulets of water traveling over her body: curving around her neck, her breasts, and sex, before twisting around her inner thighs and calves. When she became used to the water, Jenna worked the shampoo into her hair and massaged her scalp. By the time she rinsed out the suds, the glass was opaque with steam and foamy blobs of shampoo. \n\nJenna loved the scent of her body wash, a bright citrus and cucumber mix that felt refreshing on her skin. She set the shower head to pulse and turned her back to it, letting it beat against her stiff shoulder blades. The water jets punched her as she pumped some soap onto her loofah. Jenna scrubbed her neck and shoulders, then lathered her breasts. The loofah and soap was bracing, and her nipples hardened with each pass. As she began to lather the undersides of her breasts, she heard a crashing sound. \n\nIt was clear, and close; *inside*. Jenna quickly spun the faucet handle and the shower was lowered to a trickle. She listened, but heard nothing. She stepped onto the bathroom tile with soap bubbles dribbling down her belly. *Crap!* she thought as she looked for something heavy to hold. Her pepper spray was attached her her keys, on the kitchen counter. It might as well have been across the ocean. She grabbed the closest thing: a hand mirror on the vanity sink and ventured into the bedroom space. \n\nIt was as she left it, the lamp on the nightstand was still on, her dresser was untouched. She stared through the book case, trying to look around her decorative bowls and small art to see into the darkened living area, but saw nothing. She took a deep breath and slowly walked into the open. \n\nIt was dim and quiet. She turned on the floor lamp by the couch and scanned the room and kitchen. Her door was still closed, the chain lock still in place. She walked to the kitchen island and swapped the mirror for her pepper spray. Everything looked perfectly normal, except for the wet spots her hair was leaving on surfaces. Jenna breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the large bank of windows and looked outside. The street was largely dark and empty, the streetlights casting orange circles on silent sidewalks. She cracked opened the window again and the low hum from outside came in again. By the time she registered that the window was closed, she could see the face behind her, reflected in the dark glass. An arm pressed against her neck and held her wet face against the window.\n\nHer naked body was shoved against the large window. Anyone looking up would be able to see her breasts pressed into the glass, her dark pubic hair still glistening with body wash. She felt someone lock her legs with their own, pinning her. Her eyes widened with fear as she watched her own breath condense and clear on the glass. Every nerve ending was on fire, her whole body tingling with shock as she tried to move her soapy body but only managed to streak weakly against the glass. \n\n\"My, what a slippery one,\" a woman whispered in her ear. The voice raised the hairs on her neck. \"What did I tell you about leaving. yourself. exposed,\" she said, punctuating each word with a thrust into Jenna's ass. \"You dumb cunt. You deserve what you're going to get.\"\n\n\"Please Ivy,\" she whimpered. Jenna didn't know how she managed to get in, every single time. \"Not by the window.\"\n\n\"What, you don't think your neighbors don't know what a *slut* you are? Don't you think they can hear you moan my name? Or when you scream it?\" Ivy reached around and cupped Jenna's wet pussy. She felt Jenna's weight drop on her fingers, and she started to play with the delicate lips. She slipped a finger inside and felt Jenna clench around it.\n\n\"You fucking slut, your cunt is wet for my fingers already,\" Ivy sneered. \"Tell me, Jenna, what are you?\"\n\n\"I... I'm a fucking slut,\" she whimpered.\n\nIvy grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back. \"I didn't hear you.\"\n\n\"I'm a fucking slut!\" Jenna cried. \n\n\"No, your *my* fucking slut,\" she snarled into her ear, then threw her face-down onto the couch as if she weighed nothing. Jenna's slick body trembled. When Ivy noticed the reddish marks on Jenna's ass, her demeanor changed. \"Those assholes at the bar...why didn't you say something before?\" She knelt next to Jenna and began to stroke her back. \"Baby, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have gone so hard.\"\n\nJenna wiped the hair and tears from her face as she turned to look at her. Ivy's hand glided easily over her soapy body and it felt comforting, soothing. Despite Ivy's rough play, she knew that she had her back no matter what. \"I'm sorry too,\" she said. \"I should have asked for help sooner.\"\n\nIvy leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. \"Anything you need, baby. I'll be there. I'll be wherever you need me to be.\"\n\nJenna closed her eyes and smiled slyly. \"Can you be... a little lower?\"\n\nIvy perked up and massaged the backs of Jenna's thighs with both hands, sliding from her knees to her beautiful ass. Jenna moaned softly and spread her legs a bit, letting Ivy's thumbs probe even higher. With each stroke of Ivy's hand, she caressed Jenna's pussy and asshole, sending shivers over her body. \n\n\"That's it, kitten,\" Ivy said softly. She slid two fingers into her pussy and felt Jenna relax as she slowly moved them in and out. She added a third, and Jenna hummed with pleasure, her juices pooling into Ivy's hand. \"Do you want more, kitten?\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" she cooed, letting one leg drop to the floor and spreading wider on the couch. Jenna loved feeling filled and touched inside by her. Ivy curled her thumb under her other fingers and slowly spread Jenna's pussy with them. As she approached her last knuckles, Jenna began panting and gripping the cushions. \"Oh god, yes,\" she gasped as the widest part of her hand passed her lips and she sunk all the way down to Ivy's wrist. \n\n\"Yes, baby,\" Ivy said, watching Jenna shudder over her fingers. She found her rough patch inside and began to graze it with her fingers. Jenna lifted her hips and began to ride her, giving herself over to the firm but unrelenting girth of Ivy's fist. Ivy could feel her own arousal building between her legs as she watched Jenna fuck her hand. She reached down with her free hand and began to play with herself. \"Wait for it baby, don't cum yet. Wait for me.\"\n\nJenna could feel it tingle all over her body. She wanted to cum so badly but knew she'd pay for it if she did. Ivy was a master at keeping her on edge, until she could hear Ivy's hard breathing. \"Please, please, Ivy\" she begged. \"May I cum?\"\n\nIvy's clit was on fire as Jenna's sweet submission filled her with pride. Every moan and whimper, every gasp was music to her ears. She pumped her fist faster into Jenna's aching pussy. \"Say my name again.\"\n\n\"Ivy, Ivy, Ivy!\" Jenna screamed.\n\nIvy lurched forward and fell onto Jenna's back as she commanded, \"Cum for me! Cum for me now.\"\n\n\"Ff-fuck!\" Jenna screamed and began to shudder on the couch. Her back arched and pushed Ivy's hand out of her pussy with her slick juices covering it entirely. Ivy licked her palm and then offered her fingers to Jenna's mouth, and she cleaned each digit eagerly.\n\nJenna made room for Ivy and they laid on the couch, wrapped in each others' arms. \n\n\"You know,\" Ivy started, \"this would be less work if you just gave me a key.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but that would be less fun.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome.\n\nEdit: Thanks so much for the gold, I appreciate it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread: June 2019
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"content": "The Challange App\n\n \n\nDay 22: Congratulations! You have completed 3 weeks with us! As a thank you for being the first user to do so, we would like to award you for each additional day you participate. You will earn a maximum of $100 this week. Thank you, and game on!\n\nTaylor was, understandably, surprised. She never would’ve expected to get paid to do these dumb dares, but money was money. Plus, it was never anything excessively dangerous. Today challenge was a bit harder than usual, but nothing she hasn’t done before. It was a classic too, ice on salted skin. She recorded doing it, and sent the proof along to get it authenticated. She got a notification after a while, “Good job Taylor! Challenge number 22 completed, you have earned $10!” Right after that, she got a notification from her bank, telling her $10 has been deposited to her account. She smiled, and went on with her day. \n\nTwo weeks after the Challenge App got monetized, and $200 dollars later, she woke up with another surprise awaiting her. “Congratulations! You have completed 5 weeks with us! As a thank you for being the first user to do so, we would like to award you for each additional day you participate. You will earn a maximum of $250 this week. Thank you, and game on! She quickly sat up and read it again, making sure that she wasn’t dreaming. Two hundred and fifty dollars is insane, and her mind was buzzing with what she could do with that extra income. It would certainly help with her tuition. Then, her heart stopped. She saw the day’s challenge. “Challenge 36: Wear a thin shirt with no bra on your coffee run.” She struggled, momentarily, with her dignity versus her debt, and her debt won. \n\nTaylor had fairly average sized breasts, but when her light, pink nipples were hard, they certainly showed. She took off her bra and pulled on a beige, skin tight shirt. Thankfully, her nipples weren’t erect. She left her apartment only to be blasted by a wave of cold. Her nipples reacted instantly, and people were staring. That 5 minute walk was much longer than she remembered. Almost every single man who passed her was gawking. She even saw kids looking at her chest, mouths open with shock. “Coffee, black please,” she said to the barista. He didn’t reply. He was staring straight at her chest, looking at her perfect orbs and the nipples that betrayed her. “Excuse me?” She said, annoyed. “Oh,” he replied, making the coffee, “sorry, was a bit distracted.” Paying for her drink, she left, quickly snapping a quick picture on the street as proof, and sent it to get authenticated. \n\nChallenge 40: Grind on a strange man until he cums. Getting used to this, Taylor took it in stride. Her initial disgust has long since worn off. Examining her wardrobe, she put on some lacy black panties, and an extremely short skirt, along with a tank top that was just a bit too small for her, showing some of her stomach. Leaving her blonde hair untied, she left and headed straight to my university library.\n\nSeeing a young German man, trying, and failing, to grow facial hair, pouring over his books, she took a deep breathe and went for it. “Hey, I just transferred here. I’m not used to the curriculum, do you mind going over some of it with me?” She asked, giving him her best doe eyes. He did his best not to look down, and stammered out, “s-sure. Sit d-down, I’ll help you out. I’m Lukas” “Thanks!” Taylor beamed at him, sitting as close as possible, squishing their bodies together. He droned on and on about Adam Smith and Fredrick Engles, during which, Taylor adjusted herself so that she was on his lap, and, feeling his titanium rod, she began moving around on top of him, so that her skirt would keep going higher until it was just underwear on trousers. He petered out and just sat there, stiff. Reaching down, she shed his snake from its sheath. She was getting wet now, and was moving a bit faster. Lukas stopped being stiff, and, bold man he is, grabbed Taylor’s breasts. He was playing with her nipples, getting them hard through the top. Kissing up and down her neck, he was eliciting gasps and moans from deep within Taylor. It didn’t take long for him to make a mess out of her panties. \n\nTaylor lent against his chest, head lolling to the side. She let Lukas work his German magic down on her pussy. She was mewling like a cat, lost deep in the blissful fog of sensation. His breath, hot against her neck. His fingers, exploring the topography of her sex like a skilled cartographer. His hand, teasing her hypersensitive nipple. The heat from his cum, radiating into her from her panties. She couldn’t take it, and her orgasm blew out of her with the fury of a thousand suns. Her entire body was shaking, and it was all she could do not to scream like a siren as her climax reached an all time high, sending millions of volts through her. \n\nShe lay atop him a while, euphoria, thick and material, settled over them. She got drunk off his scent, inhaling his smell. He stroked her hair, softly kissing her down the side of her face. She felt alive. The Challenge App made her feel alive, that’s why she can’t quit. It wasn’t the money she was after anymore, it was the thrill. Breaking their trance, she pulled out her phone, snapping a selfie showing her ruined panties atop his soft manhood, and sent it off for authentication. Although the challenge was complete, she couldn’t tear herself away from Lukas just yet. She looked up at him, asking him in her feline purr, “you were exquisite. Would you like to come over?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "O-oh god, make it stop!" They moaned cumming again for no reason they could tell. The scientist just watched taking notes of the experiment.
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"content": "\"is it any different?\" The scientist ask as both of them cum on their tables. Both of them cumming so hard they gasp for breath when it is over. he writes onto his clipboard \\*hour 15 sense it started. orgasms seem to have increased in intensity this hour.\\* \n\n\nAfter a few minutes have passed and the guy is able to think clearly. \"yes... ow god yes it was\" he says still barely breathing. his lower half covered in cum. Looking at him the Scientist makes another note about increased cum volume. \n\n\nShe finally pants as she can answer \"yes it was. how long is this gonna last?\" she ask between a moan and a beg. The scientist cleaning up the cum from the man's table looks around and answers her \"I am not sure yet. it seems both of you cum every 20 minutes without stopping. Will try the next medicine to see if it lowers the intensity at least\" then after the scientist finishes cleaning up the fresh load of cum with a rag. bringing the rag into the other room. \n\n\nLeft without sound other than each other panting. both of you wait as you are torn between hoping it only gets better and finally tends. your not even sure how this started. One afternoon of risky fun in a fun little corner of a building. Then the sounds were held back easily. You both had been hornier for a few days and at each other hourly when able. But nothing like this. By yesterday night after what you thought was the best sex of your life. both of you kept fooling around and did not notice the night had passed. looking back you realize the scientist is right. every 20 minutes was cumming at the peak of orgasm. Just remembering last night got another building without realizing. Then you both realized it was a problem after stopping and both came in the kitchen trying to get food. if had to guess it has not just been 15 hours but 23 hours of non stop orgasms. \n\n\nThe scientist comes back with 2 bowls. \"tried making something that may lessen the orgasm intensity. drink this\" as gives the woman the bowl first to drink and then the man. Both of you drink as you pray this helps. Then the scientist goes back to the observing room and waits. \n\n\n\"so glad I got some test subjects for this\" the scientist chuckles where you can't hear as the chart shows ways to increase the orgasms intensity. Seems it is far from over for you"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sexy spirit like entities roam the Earth, playing with and fucking anyone they can get their hands on. There's no way to escape them so, people just live with it
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"content": "It was Betty's big day. She'd applied to work for our company, citing her work with statistics and finance as a good reason to hire her at our firm. It's a cutthroat place, only the best and meanest women get into Jennings Law, the all-women law firm.\n\nI knew Betty in college. She'd never make it here, she's too nice. She has a real sugar-and-spice reputation, always seeing the brightest in the world no matter what. She's nice to anyone she comes across--not Jennings material.\n\nBut I said nothing as she walked into the board room, her blonde hair pulled up nicely wearing a white button-down top and black pencil skirt. She set her portfolio down at the head of the table and took her place by the whiteboard and began to drone on about money and such.\n\nAfter a few minutes I began to notice something--Betty was biting her bottom lip. She shifted foot to foot subtly, even stammering over a word once. \"You okay, hon?\" I asked, genuinely concerned but not without a little amusement in my voice.\n\nBetty gulped and nodded, wisely taking a moment to compose herself. \"Y-yes. This is p-part of the professional world, dealing with...this in embarrassing situations. I'm fihine.\"\n\nI noticed it now--the telltale creases in her shirt that were hand shaped. A spirit had her, around the breasts no less. Poor Betty wasn't wearing a bra, and you could see her huge nipples wiggling around atop smaller breasts, seemingly of their own volition. \"Oh ho, Newbie's got a spirit on her!\" I taunted, licking my lips. \"Has it got your nips, Betty?\"\n\nBetty's face flushed crimson, glaring at me. \"Y-yes! Buhut, oh gods...but I'm fine! I can...I can deal with this! I can...ARGH!\" Betty squealed in embarrassment as her top was ripped open, buttons went flying. Her small breasts were on full display now, and you could see them jiggling, clearly being groped lewdly.\n\n\"FUCK! Not...aaah not now! I'm...I need to work! Stop, please!\" She yelled in humiliated pleasure, stumbling until she was grabbing the table to keep upright.\n\nThe women here never could resist the chance to get one over on the competition. In a flash Betty was grabbed by all the other women, shoved onto her back on the table, and one woman was pinning down each of her arms and holding her legs open. There were seven of us in all, including Betty and Miss Jennings herself.\n\n\"Aww poooor Betty.\"\n\n\"Has the spirit got your boobies?\"\n\n\"That's so cute! Moan for your spirit master, Bimbo Betty!\"\n\nBetty began giggling furiously.\" NAHA! No! Let mehehe go, this isn't ahaha fair! Oh it feeheeh feels like a feather! A feather on my nipple! Wahah, what's going on?\"\n\nI smirked as I sat on the table beside her head, hands free as Miss Jennings sat right above her and put Betty's head on her lap. \"That's it's tongue,\" I explained with mock pity, \"it's licking your titties. And soon the tongue will slide down your body...\"\n\n\"EEHEEHEE! YES IT'S! IT'S TICKLING HEEHEE MY TUMMY! OH HEEHEE MY BELLYBUTTON! SOMEBODY HELP!\"\n\nI bit my bottom lip in arousal. \"No help for you, Betty. Only ticklish agony. Soon it'll slide down to your pussy-oh I can see by that look on your face it already has. How does that feel, hm?\"\n\nI looked down and sure enough, her white cotton panties were pushed to the side. Looking back at her face, she was the picture of ticklish desperation, eyes wide helplessly, deeply pitched cackling emerging from her lips. \"Aww, is that all you can do? Laugh while it licks you? Wow you have the most ticklish pussy in the world, don't you? Kootchy koo, laugh for the spirit, Betty. The tickle monster has you and we can aalll see.\"\n\nShe stared into my eyes, wide-eyed, unbelieving that I'd mock her so. Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she laughed, and I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm every second.\n\nAfter a while she screamed, and it took all of us to hold her down from writing helplessly as she had what looked like a soul-wrenching orgasm. After that she was finally able to lie down, gasping.\n\n\"Has it gone?\" Miss Jennings asked. Betty could barely nod. Miss Jennings gave Betty the most nasty, wicked grin I'd ever seen--and I'd seen this woman give lots of people malicious sneers.\n\nMiss Jennings went to the end of the table and crouched at Betty's pussy. \"Betty, you're hired--\" she stuck her hand up Betty's skirt and Betty shook her head desperately, much to Miss Jennings' delight--\"but not as an accountant. You're going to be the office spirit bait. Anytime there's a mischievous spirit around, we're going to make very sure it targets YOU. Oh--and your'e going to be our little stress reliever too. Do you accept the position? Say 'Yes miss Jennings.\"\n\n\"Wha? No I--OH GOD NO DON'T! OHOHO FUCK DON'T TICKLE MY CLIT! AHAHAAH OK OK YES MISS JENNINGS!\"\n\n\"Good girl,\" Miss Jennings licked her lips. \"You,\" she pointed to me, \"get your pussy on her face. I'm going to eat you out, Betty--and if you cum before she does, we're going to punish you for the rest of the day.\"\n\nI smirked as I pulled my skirt up. There were two things I knew that Betty didn't.\n\nOne, I'm a REALLY slow cummer, and she was already on the desperate edge of arousal. I moaned as Miss Jennings wrapped her lips around Betty's clit and started sucking, even though Betty couldn't even think straight enough to lick the clit half an inch from her face.\n\nThe second thing I knew?\n\nIt was nine thirty in the morning."
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"content": "I grab my blue sundress by the hanger and pull it out of the closet. \"This one?\" I ask.\n\n\"Not short enough,\" He answers.\n\nI pout, then look back at my selection. He has rejected every single one I showed so far, and I did not even bother with the long ones. I bite my lip as I go through them one more time in my head. Do I even have a shorter one? *Oh Fuck* - I do.\n\nI grab the sunflower yellow dress. It's not just short. It's too small. I watch him from the corner of my eye. He nods. \"Really?\" I whisper to myself. \"Yes, that one.\" It's not just an answer. It's an order.\n\n*\n\nWhen we arrive at the park I am already fidgeting. The hem of the skirt only covers my butt if I stand still. My tits threaten to spill out if I move too briskly. I did not even dare suggest I wear a bra. I am just glad I'm wearing panties, and not a just a thong, or nothing. \n\nAbout half the people we walk past turn their heads when they think I don't notice, and try to sneak a peek, and I'm sure they all enjoy seeing my panties on every step that's longer than a tiny shuffle. Not that I could make small steps. He walks fast, and I have to keep up. There's no reason to rush, and I'm pretty sure it's all just a ploy to force me to take uncomfortably long steps.\n\n\"There.\" He points to a bench. It's far away from the barbecue spots and picnic areas, but it offers a wonderful view of the park with its two small ponds and the bridge between the creek that connects them. We sit down side by side. Behind the bench goes the jogging track, and every couple minutes a sweaty wheezing runner runs past us.\n\n\"Sit on my lap.\" He says. His voice is gentle and friendly as always. He does not need to shout or curse, or belittle me. He just says it as if it there was no way it could not be true; I cannot help myself, and my body just wants to comply as if gravity pulled on it. Sometimes it gives me goosebumps.\n\nI want to look around, check whether I'm being watched, but I find myself already standing up and scooting over. I can feel the coarse cloth of the jeans on my naked thighs as I sit down. I can also feel a hard cock under them, pushing against my panties. I know I'm already wet.\n\n\"Slide them off.\" There are the goosebumps. I hook both thumbs into my panties, and do as I'm told, then hand them over. He reaches around my legs, and undoes the zipper. After some wiggling, I feel a very hard cock between my legs, barely hidden under my way too short dress. He gently maneuvers my body over it, and I cannot help but suck in a breath of air in anticipation. He knows how difficult it is for me to take that fat cock without a bit of stretching finger-fucking before. I don't even know who is turned on more by me suffering discomfort when I struggle at the start, when I groan as I get stretched.\n\nMy cunt is halfway down the shaft, I am trying to breathe regularly so I don't groan, as I hear a jogger approaching. His hands go to my waist, and push me down hard. A whimper escapes my throat as I suppress the urge to cry out in pain. He also gives a small grunt.\n\n\"You're so fucking tight.\" He grumbles, part compliment, part complaint.\n\n\"Now move those hips. Make me cum.\" Just mentioning an orgasm makes me want to moan. It's been eight days. I've never gone that long without an orgasm. He edges me every day, multiple times. Sometimes eating me out, sometimes fucking me, sometimes fingering, sometimes just telling me to do it myself. I am utterly desperate to cum again. He just loves teasing me, frustrating me. I would suck and fuck him every day even if I got to cum! There is no need to make me so aroused! But no matter how much I beg, I only get edges and ruins.\n\nAs bidden, I move my hips. I can feel my lips grip that fat cock so tightly. It slides out easily, already drenched from me being unbearably aroused. The pleasure is tormenting. Then I push back into it, impaling myself on it. I find fingers over my mouth. I must have moaned too loudly.\n\n\"Sshhhh\" He whispers into my ear, his lips caressing it.\n\nI keep moving, and with every thrust it gets easier. Sometimes a runner passes us, and I have to stop, making myself quiver in frustration. It does not take me long to reach a point where I could climax if I just put my fingers on my clit, but I'm not even trying that. I know I'm not allowed to. So I obediently keep fucking myself, knowing fully well that I can't cum from it, no matter how horribly great it feels. Finally I can hear it. His heavy breathing behind my back. He is close. I redouble my efforts, clenching my muscles around the cock in me, bouncing on it, forgetting where we are.\n\nI moan loudly as I feel it: His cock enlarge inside of me, pumping hot seed into my pussy. It takes all my remaining willpower to force myself to keep going a dozen more strokes, but if I stop now I'll probably not get to cum for a long time. I must not ruin Master's orgasm!\n\nThen I lean back, exhausted. He is heavily breathing. \"Good girl.\" He whispers in a slightly ragged voice. I know I'm gleaming in satisfaction. We sit like this for a few more minutes. I can still feel the gooey cum inside of me, even if the cock that filled me is shrinking.\n\n\"Now let's go home. You've earned an orgasm.\" He says. I nearly cum right there just from hearing it. As I get up, I can see some drops of semen falling down in front of the bench. Then I feel the rest of it starting to run down the inside of my leg. I think I can smell it: My pussy juices mingling with cum. I tell myself it's just my imagination.\n\nHe puts his cock back in his pants, then gets up and takes my hand. We walk back towards our home. I cannot help but notice that we're walking exceptionally slowly this time, and when people turn their heads I wish they would just see my panties as before, and not a naked pussy dripping cum."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every TV in the country has begun acting strangely. They flash with mesmerizing lights and begin broadcasting instructions, telling the mesmerized viewers to engage in countless different sexual acts, regardless of any social boundary. The viewers always obey, and always go back for more
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"content": "I had just finished my shift at the office, as I packed up my personal things. Laptop, phone, and some various papers and documents. I finally get home from the office, and with a sigh I dump the things down on my home desk. I’m happy that it’s finally Friday, as I skip down to the living room, excited to relax on the sofa. Who knows, maybe I’ll relax and fall asleep to another binge session of The Office again. I quickly snatch the remote, as I press the power button. The TV turns on Alright, but instead of Netflix opening up all that appears is some white text on a black background. I look close at the small text, trying to figure out what it says. “Device reformatting? Reboot in 3... 2... what the hell?” I say, wondering who my TV decided that it would just die like that. Suddenly, as the countdown hits zero, the screen explodes in a variety of colours, all pulsating off and on. \n\nThe explosion of colours catch me off guard, as I stumble back down onto the ground. I watch, mesmerised as the patterns get more intense. All I can do at this point is watch with intense focus. “W-whaaat? Feel... funny...” I say, as I hunch forwards to the TV. I can feel myself start to drool slightly as I watch. The pulsating colours finally cease, replaced by a black background with white text again. At this point, I’ll still too enthralled by the screen to notice as text starts to appear. Letter by letter, it scrolls along, printing something. I squint, trying to see the small text. I give up sitting down on the sofa, instead opting to kneel down next to the screen. “Y- yes... kneel for instructions...” I say, slurring and stumbling over words. \n\nAs I get closer to the screen, I can begin to make out the words on the screen. “S-shirt... prohibited?” I say, reading what was printed. ‘Of course, that’s it. How could I be so dumb! Shirts were prohibited, of course. I need to get this illegal fabric off my chest as soon as I can!’ I think, oblivious to how my thoughts were being influenced. I nearly tear the shirt off, with the speeds of how fast I remove the shirt. I kneel back down my the TV, waiting for my next instructions. Before me, the previous text disappears, replaced by some new lines. “Bra... prohibited...” I say, as I read the text. This time it’s accompanied by a little picture, with a cross over a drawing of a bra. ‘Silly me! I’m wearing prohibited items again... thank god for the... text to... fix me.’ I think. I unclip the bra from my chest, throwing it to the ground. Finally, my tits hang from my chest, presented for all to see. Once again, the text disappears, replaced by new lines. “G- go... outside... free use for... all...” I read, with some drool falling down to my tits. ‘Oh my god, of course! I should be outside, presenting myself to all!’ I think, and in a panic run outside, no shirt or bra to hide my tits. \n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Her Protector
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"content": "Part 2\n***\n\"You know what I see? I see two bags full of desperation. I see a dried up old demon who doesn't know when to quit. You want to throw down that way? Fine.\" Abby heard him grunt, followed by the loud tearing of fabric. \"I can take you.\"\n\nThe commotion filled the room as the two bodies knocked around the walls.When Stitches fell, the room shook. She heard them scream and moan as they tore into each other, her dresser trinkets and old decorations cracking and crashing in their wake. Someone was thrown into the closet with the wood slats cracking under them. Abby wanted to see, but kept hearing Stitches' warning in her head. She winced with every thump and bounce, her own adrenaline pumping over her body. They fought closer, between the bed and the window. Abby felt the demon fall, the outline of two hands pressed over her chest. Tendrils of bitter cold spidered across her breasts and she arched her back into it.\n\n\"Had enough?\" Stitches asked between gasps of air. \"I can go all night.\" \n\n\"Take it, Stitches,\" it replied. The demon crawled onto the bed, its knees jabbing Abby's side. The icy chill on her breast was mixed with drops of heat, falling like sparks onto the blanket. The sensation of the unknown hot and cold began to torture her. \n\n\"Ff-fuck,\" the demon moaned. The bed began to rock sideways with long and slow rhythm. Abby heard the sound of slick flesh peeling back and forth, the demon clutching the blanket harder. Abby tried to be still but her hand strayed lower, finding her own sex warming with each thrust.\n\n\"When are you going to give up,\" Stitches snarled. \"You always finish first.\"\n\n\"One of these nights... mmpf... she's going to become the *slut* she was destined to be, and I will... oh fuck... make you eat your words, and my cunt. Shit, don't stop!\"\n\nStitches pounded harder until the demon laid across Abby's belly. The weight pushed the air out of her and she struggled to take regular breaths. Abby circled her clit with her fingers, dipping them into her pussy until they were as slick as the demon's own cunt on the other side of the blanket. As the demon moaned faster, Abby could feel her own orgasm reaching the point of now return.\n\n\"Fuck!\" it exclaimed, shaking with hot and cold waves the penetrated the blanket. Abby followed her over the edge, biting her lip to keep from screaming. She felt the pounding slow and the weight on her lightening, fading away. Abby was dying to know what happened, and she pulled the blanket away from her eyes.\n\nAbby saw the black translucent wings, and a massive version of Stitches. Her gaze lowered and saw the demon: a sallow-skinned version of herself, covered in black sweat. The demon turned its head and locked eyes with Abby, then smiled with sharp teeth before fading back into oblivion.\n\n\"You shouldn't have looked,\" Stitches said, his head almost touching the ceiling. His furry hands began to shrink back into the normally blunt ends, unable to handle his enormous felt-cloth cock, resting semi-flaccid on the bed. \"She knows you're here now, and she'll grow stronger.\"\n\nAbby pulled the blanket back and kneeled on the bed, her sweaty chest heaving as she looked into Stitches' button eyes. She slowly reached for his cock and hefted the shaft in one hand. \"My protector,\" she said, holding it. She shuffled closer and rubbed the tip against her inner thighs, leaving streaks of the demon's black cream against her skin. \"Does she always look like that, like me?\"\n\nStitches nodded. \"Always,\" he said, blushing. \"It doesn't always end up, like this, but I have always prevailed, to protect you.\"\n\n\"Do I look that frail to you now?\" she asked, running a hand over her breast. \"Tell me, Stitches, did you ever stop to think that I don't need protection?\" Abby crawled closer until she could feel his fur graze her chest, his cock throbbing between her legs.\n\n\"She's not the only one that comes here, Abby,\" he replied. \"The other ones are not so interested in your well-being.\"\n\n\"Well now that *I* am here, with you, I want to learn how to protect myself.\" Abby fell back onto the bed and opened her legs to him. \"Will you show me?\"\n\n\"You're bolder than I imagined, Abby,\" he said, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He let his cock rest on her mound, the tip well beyond her belly button. \"Are you sure?\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" she replied. The room dissolved and they were teleported to a luxurious bedroom, her body now laying on a silk-lined four-post bed. \"It's my dream, my world... my desires.\"\n\nStitches pulled back until the head pressed against her pussy. He leaned in and Abby gasped as his cock spread her lips apart. She gripped the silk sheets as he continued pushing in, filling her with more of his shaft. \n\n\"Oh god, that feels so good,\" she moaned. The heat inside were was unimaginable but didn't hurt. Every muscle in her body began to slacken and relax as she took more. Stitches held her waist and began to pull out. \n\n\"Are you alright?\" he asked.\n\n\"Never better. Now put that ba- ooh,\" she said, unable to finish as he slid into her again. Abby rocked her hips as they found each others' rhythm, flesh slapping against fur. Stitches bent over her and breathed hard on her neck, and Abby pulled him down to her breasts. \"Play with them, please,\" she begged.\n\nHe bit her nipples playfully until she arched her back, sending shocks of electricity over her body. \n\n\"Oh god, I'm going to cum,\" she moaned. \"Cum with me, please, cum with me now\"\n\nStitches grunted and thrust deep into her, pumping his cum into her aching pussy. She felt his cock pulse with load after load until it pushed out of her. Abby closed her eyes and screamed in ecstasy, shuddering on his cock as her own orgasm rippled through her. He fell onto the bed and Abby caressed his fuzzy nuzzle. \n\n\"Thank you, for your protection,\" she whispered to him. \n\n\"Thank you for being here, Abby. Have a great day.\"\n\nAbby woke up and bolted upright. She recognized her apartment, the IKEA bed frame a far cry from the princess bed of her dreams. She moved to get out of bed and felt the warm, wet feeling in her panties, still fresh. Abby hugged the little teddy bear at the foot of the bed and thought, \"*See you tonight*.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You kind of regret majoring in personal illusion magic, since the only real demand for it is in the... "entertainment" industry. Your job is to poke around in your client's brain, pull out their desired fantasy, then weave it into a false reality for them.
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"content": "\"So it's like, sexy *Inception*?\" Daisy asked, fiddling with the brochure. \"Like, *In-sex-tion*. Do you get to fold the universe in my dreams?\" Daisy resorted to puns when she was nervous.\n\n\"If you want,\" Graham replied in a soothing voice. \"It's a custom-made, waking dream where you dictate the elements and the outcome. My job is to facilitate your own imagination.\"\n\n\"When you put it that way, it sort of sounds sketchier, like I'm doing all the work.\"\n\n\"Hm,\" he said, \"have you ever gotten a caricature done, like in a street fair or carnival?\"\n\n\"Yeah, why?\"\n\n\"I suppose you were drawn in by the brilliantly-captured likenesses of celebrities, displayed on their kiosk or easel. How they seemed to capture the very essence of their subjects. Do you remember how you felt when you were given your portrait?\"\n\nDaisy blushed. \"It looked nothing like me.\"\n\n\"Well, just like them, there are talented and untalented dream weavers.\"\n\nShe glared at him. \"I suppose you're one of the good ones.\"\n\nGraham pointed to the wall of plaques and accolades behind him. \"I don't mean to toot my own horn, but yeah. I'll give you an experience that will be the gold standard by which you measure all dreams going forward.\"\n\n\"That's fucking bold.\"\n\n\"Well I'm that fucking good.\" \n\nDaisy looked at him silently for a moment, then nodded. \"Okay, so how do I start?\"\n\nGraham reached behind him and placed a tablet with a card reader on the desk. He keyed in a few items, then presented the statement of work. \"If this is agreeable to you,\" he started, \"then please swipe a debit or credit card.\"\n\nDaisy read the terse list of services: Requirements gathering, prototyping, and implementation. She put her finger on a line item. \"What's regression testing?\"\n\n\"No one ever gets everything right the first time, so regression testing is time to re-do anything that seems buggy. Anything else?\" \n\nDaisy pulled a credit card from her wallet and slid the card through the tablet reader, and it made an audible *shlick*.\n\n\"I won't let you down, Daisy,\" he said smiling.\n\n\"I don't recall telling you my name.\"\n\n\"You didn't have to.\" He pushed away from the desk and it sunk into the floor, now a black void. The walls, decorations, and furnishings sunk as well, leaving the two of them floating in nothingness. \n\nAs Graham slowly sank into darkness, he gave her more assurances. \"I'll be monitoring your progress from outside, to give you some privacy. Enjoy yourself.\" Daisy watched him fade away and she was left alone, but not for long.\n\n\"Daze!\" she heard behind her. She turned around and saw a ghost. Faye was calling her over to the boat house, the little rental near the college they attended ten years ago. Daisy walked cautiously across the parking lot and took her in. \n\n\"Faye, you haven't aged in years,\" she said awestuck. \"You look just like you did in '08.\"\n\n\"Are you okay Daze? I mean, I didn't have *this* last year,\" she said, running her hands over her faux hawk. \n\n*2009*, Daisy thought. *I remember this. The summer before graduation. The incident. Oh fuck, the incident.*\n\n\"Maybe get a helmet today, Daze? Don't want to knock any of that learnin' to get thrown overboard,\" she said, laughing. \"It looks like the river's just a little choppy but it should be fun. Come on.\"\n\nAs she followed her into boat house, she began to recall more details: the orange and green kayaks, how the life vests were too tight and the straps cut into their bare sides. They hauled the gear to the launch and pushed off, gliding into the gentle current. Daisy felt the warm sun on her neck, just like before, but everything seemed more *saturated*. The sky was impossibly blue, the air, extra crisp, and Faye's skin...her skin looked divine. \n\n\"This feels so nice,\" she said, pulling the oar to change direction. Daisy didn't remember being so skilled in real life, but here, she easily floated backwards, next to Faye. The little waves of trapped between their kayaks lapped up between them and fell into her seat, dampening her shorts. \"How many times do you think we'll get to do this again?\"\n\n\"There's plenty of time left this summer before you go to Utah,\" Faye replied. \"Why, are you already planning the next trip?\"\n\n\"I... I just miss spending time with you,\" Daisy said, looking away. \"You're my best friend, Faye.\"\n\n\"I'm not gone yet!\" Faye giggled. \n\n\"No,\" Daisy sighed. \"Not yet.\" She heard the water rush of water get louder and turned the kayak around. In the distance, she could see the white-capped waves that signaled the start of Youngerman's Bend. She took a moment to make sure her helmet was fastened tight. \"Gear check, Faye.\"\n\nFaye reset her gloves and helmet straps, then gave Daisy a thumbs-up. \"Let's do this.\"\n\nThe flat and wide riverbanks narrowed as they entered the ravine, water rapids echoing louder off the red stone cliffs. The Class 1 rapids at the start would lull newcomers into a false sense of security, but Daisy knew what was coming soon after. The pair stopped talking, focusing on their navigation as they were pulled into the faster currents. Daisy took the lead, dodging the rocks that jutted from the surface. She visualized the line and made her kayak dance on the water. Her arms began to ache as each stroke of the paddle sapped more energy from her. Behind her, she could hear Faye's signature whoops over the din of the water. Ahead, the river became less forgiving, tossing the kayak up and down. Daisy blinked fast as the spray slapped her face harder. \n\nThe river looked like a mistake, a horizontal line cut the water and the river banks disconnected, like a drawing on paper, sheared and haphazardly taped back together. They had reached the Gulp: a section of Class 3 rapids that would drop them several times before spitting them out to calmer waters. Daisy gritted her teeth and started her run. Her hull scraped against the shallow floor as she moved faster, making last-second course changes as she approach the rocks. \n\nHer guts lurched in her chest as she hit the first drop, the vest absorbing the worst of it. She didn't have time to think about it, the river presented choppier waves that seemed intentionally designed to destroy her. Her hand dipped into the water and she felt her fingers sting as they were ground between the paddle and a long flat rock. \"Fuck fuck!\" she screamed as she lifted it out, knowing she'd have to plunge it back into the water to finish the run. The next drops were no less intense, punching her in the gut until she couldn't breath. And yet she held the line. \n\nThe river widened in a large basin that was a popular stopping point for rafters. Daisy turned around to watch Faye's run, catching her breath. She saw Faye's purple helmet bob between the rocks before the rest of her slapped and spun in the water, taking the drop like a master. At the last turn, Faye took a sharp turn and her paddle caught a rock that slammed her into a boulder, the crack of her helmet echoing in the ravine. Daisy paddled to her as Faye entered the basin.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" she asked. Daisy could see the broken plastic and loose strap under Faye's chin. \n\n\"That last one was a doozy. Whoo!\"\n\n\"Let's pull ashore. Please? I need to dress this up,\" she said, raising her bleeding fingers.\n\n\"Aw come on, Daze. Only the tourists stop here,\" Fay complained. \"Let's just finish it off, then we can grab a bite to eat.\"\n\n\"No, no!\" Daisy yelled. \"Let's... let's just rest, I mean it.\" She grabbed Faye's forearm and motioned to paddle to the gravel beach nearby. \"I need this, Faye. *please*.\"\n\nFaye looked her arm, her hand, then back at Daisy. \"What's going on? I've seen you plow through the Bend with worse scrapes.\"\n\n*Just stop, just stop, just stop*, Daisy thought. She let her go and went ashore, pulling the kayak out of the water. Faye followed her and pulled a first aid kit from her water bag. They took off the vests and helmets and sat on a large piece of drift wood positioned at an old campfire and Faye squeezed a salve onto her finger.\n\n\"This might sting,\" she said as she applied it to Daisy's wound. Daisy jumped in shock but watched her rub it into her fingers. \"Told you,\" she snickered.\n\nDaisy picked up Faye's broken helmet. \"I can't let you go back out there.\"\n\n\"It's just a little loose, it's fine, Daze,\" she replied. \"The back half is easy anyways.\"\n\n\"Not today, it's not. Not with this junk.\" She reached over and grasped her hands, holding them tightly. \"Please, Faye. Stay here a while. Jimmy's rafters should be coming in an hour and we can hitch a ride back.\"\n\n\"Aw come on, are you serious?\"\n\nDaisy couldn't stop her tears but hoped the river water masked it. Faye saw right through it and gently rubbed the tear from her cheek. Daisy leaned in and kissed her. The cold water was a sharp contrast to her warm, tender lips. She felt Faye press back into her, her arms wrapping around her body and she shivered. Daisy broke the kiss and stroked Faye's hair. \"I've never been more serious in my life.\"\n\nKissing led to more, and they let their hands soothe their aching bodies, punished by the river. Daisy never knew Faye like this in real life, but somehow making love to her best friend felt so real. They heard the rafters coming well in time to get dressed, and sure enough, there was plenty of room to bring them back. Faye groused about the damage fee for the helmet, but Daisy fished out her credit card. As she watched the cashier slide it through the machine with an audible *shlick*, everything went dark. \n\n\"Ms. Daisy,\" Graham said, waking her. \"Are how are you feeling?\"\n\nDaisy was still in the office chair, looking at him from behind the desk. She felt her warm tears on her cheek and stared in awe. \"How did you know?\"\n\nGraham said nothing, then extended his hand. \"It was a pleasure working with you. If you ever want to visit again, I'd be honored to bring you back.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She can only cum in wet dreams
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"content": "Samantha was always on the lookout for great porn. Like most people, she had started with pictures and movies, but soon discovered stories and audios. She liked to listen to instructions and play along. Teasing, caressing, pinching or even denying herself when told. She had a hard rule that she would not disobey a direct order, even if it was given by an anonymous voice.\n\nShe was idly clicking through some hypnosis audios, looking (hearing) for a good hook, story or voice. She knew that hypnosis only works if you want to play along, but because she was incredibly eager to do so they got her off unlike anything else (or not, there was an unsurprising number of denial stuff which she both loved and loathed). Soon, she found something interesting. It promised to give her sexy dreams. Never one to pass on a wet dream, she got herself comfortable and was soon deeply in trance, murmuring along and playing with herself.\n\nThe author promised to take all her arousal, and delay it until she was fast asleep, making her climax hard. All she had to do was touch and tease herself, and then stop when she was getting too close. He explicitly forbade her from any orgasms. If it would not work, she was to repeat the audio every evening until it did.\n\nWhen she woke from her trance, she felt painfully horny, and gave her vibe on the bedside table a longing look. But orders were orders. She sighed, and put the lights out, anxiously awaiting her promised wet dream.\n\nShe woke in the morning, and could not remember any sexual dreams. Grumbling, she slipped a finger between her legs, and after a couple seconds confirmed it: She was still frustratingly horny. She spent part of her Saturday on more porn (a very good/bad idea) and just general adulting: Buying groceries (giving the cucumbers dirty looks), paying bills (reading a number of $70 made her think of a slightly smaller number that she really wanted right now), and cleaning her flat.\n\nIn the evening, she listened to the same audio file again, teasing her clit until she was about to burst, even tasting herself off her fingers in the hopes it would remind her of actual sex. Then she went to sleep, after at least one hour of turning and tossing, heat between her legs keeping her awake.\n\nThe next day she woke up in complete frustration. No dream! Again! Should she break her rule? Grab that pink plastic lover and go to town on her swollen nub? No! It was unacceptable. She would not give in after just two nights!\n\nSunday did not want to pass. Outside was rainy and ugly, her friends were busy and every time she browsed the internet she kept ending up with a hand down her panties. She was both dreading and looking forward to her edging session. She even skipped coffee and went to the gym so she would be nice and tired as soon as possible. In the evening she listened to the audio once more, playing along, already expecting what to do when. She had to take a few breaks as she was way too close to climax multiple times.\n\nThen she lied back and prayed that this night would finally bring her release.\n\nShe found herself in a dungeon, voices and shadows everywhere around herself, her mouth gagged, her ass plugged, her arms tied to the frame, unable to move, unable even to whimper, as people slipped between her legs to lick her clit or to fuck her pussy, over and over. They all cackled at her inability to orgasm. Finally, a familiar person appeared, spearing her desperate cunt with his cock, and said, \"You can cum now.\" - she immediately recognized the voice from the audio file.\n\nShe woke in a puddle of her own juices, breathing heavily, the orgasm still wracking through her body, goosebumps everywhere. In the dream she had passed out from how intense it was (even though that made little sense as passing out while sleeping was technically an impossibility), and she still felt amazing, though she wanted more. She snatched the vibe, and finally put it to good use on her still swollen and sensitive clit. It took her mere moments before she felt the orgasm loom. She relaxed back into her (slightly damp) cushions and focused on the sensations. Her brow furrowed when she found it difficult to get past the edge. She kept reaching it, but then immediately dipped down again, as if something was preventing her from orgasm. Slightly annoyed she gave up and got dressed, promising herself to have another orgasm after work.\n\nWhen she came home from later that day, she all but jumped on her toy chest, grabbed a nice dildo and a different vibe, put on some of her favourite hardcore porn and starting fucking herself still in her work dress. If anything getting off while wearing business attire only made it better, and she enjoyed the feeling of slutting it up, even if only for herself.\n\nAfter half an hour, she was trembling and sweating and regretted not changing into something more comfortable. She had not cum. Just like in the morning, she kept mentally slipping just at the edge. The orgasm just kept eluding her in the most baffling way possible. She was *so* close.\n\nWhile eating dinner she wondered if she should try the audio once more, and when she was licking her ice cream spoon she had already decided: She was nearly as horny as before, and another wet dream would be splendid. Might as well.\n\nThis time she did not have to take any breaks. No matter how much she teased herself, she could not cum. It was both maddening and ecstasy, being able to push her body as intensely as possible, but not getting release. When the audio ended, she immediately put it on again, and tortured herself for another full hour.\n\nExhausted, she fell asleep, a smile on her face. She knew she was ready. Soon, her mind drifted to another dream, one of her being bent over and pounded from behind by giant dicks, her mouth stuffed with a monstercock. For a long time the pleasure just kept building, the dream mimicking what was happening to her in reality, until she was at the verge of tears, clenching and trembling.\n\nWhen she felt his hands on her hips, she cried out in anticipation. He'd make her cum again. The magical voice from the audio. His cock slid into her, and she felt the tremors of orgasms approach.\n\n\"You can have an orgasm in three nights. Now wake up,\" he said, an evil smile on his face.\n\nHer eyes flew open, and she felt her cunt clench hard around nothing. The orgasm was there, but by the time she had a hand on her clit, it had already slithered away from her, leaving her quivering and depressed with just a horrific ruin. She remembered the order all too well. It had seemed much more real than a normal dream. She swallowed drily.\n\nFrom this day onward, she was unable to orgasm normally. The only way for her to cum was to dream it, and only if the voice allowed her to. Sometimes he let her. Sometimes he denied her. Sometimes he did not even show up. Some nights were hours of brutal sexual torture, some nights were event-less. She was not sure which ones she hated more.\n\nSoon she learned that the only way to get a proper orgasm was to make the voice happy. He kept his promises. She just had to do exactly as he wanted. When she faltered, a couple ruins would quickly make her compliant.\n\nIt did not take long for her to crave him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every school of magic exacts a price for its use. Some cost pain, others time, some cost beauty. Your school takes its price in pleasure.
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"content": "We met after I had become \"a hero.\" There was a bus, a kid and a bike all about to occupy the same space at the same time. Without thinking, I cast the biggest spell of my life. Very few had ever cast a protection spell that large that quickly. I collapsed right after and woke up in the hospital. Physically unscathed, but we all knew there was more.\n\nEvery school of magic exacts a price for its use. Some cost pain, others time, some cost beauty. Mine takes its price in pleasure.\n\nI was depressed for months. Nothing had any goodness to it. Food didn't taste good. My favorite song didn't make me smile. Cute puppies didn't cheer me up. Things could come back slowly, in fits and bursts. I dropped from 142 pounds to 115. That might sound pretty good, except I'm 5'11. I was already getting “eat a burger” comments from the guys who hit on me — and like any young redhead with visible abs, I got comments 24/7. \n\nI remember the exact day you moved in next door. You knocked to introduce yourself and I surprised myself by humming as I got up to answer. I was getting a lot better all of a sudden. I could even smell baked goods.\n\n\"These are chocolate chip recharge cookies,\" you said. \"I don't make them often, the spell is my grandmother's and it is a bit finicky. But they help give you a burst of energy. Like a sugar high for your mana\"\n\nThat afternoon I ate half a dozen cheeseburgers and ugly cried the whole time.\n\nI eventually got the courage to ask you about the spell. It was a week after I ate the last cookie. You were happy to see me, but you didn't like to use magic anymore. It cost you luck, and the younger version of yourself missed out on a lot. You only did small things for special occasions. This was your first spell in a while. You said you were happy with your new job and your new place. You said you were very lucky that it all worked out. I did a poor job of hiding my disappointment.\n\nThat Saturday you came by with some homemade energy bars and I promised to make it up to you. The energy bars made me feel different. I felt pent up. I went to yoga for the first time since the incident, but when class ended I still hadn't burned off whatever energy it was.\n\nIn the shower, I suddenly became hyper aware of how long it had been since I masturbated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] How did this cute little cheerleader get here and where does she go from here?
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"content": "Cole was something of a prodigy. 24 and already a student teacher at his states top college, he was the talk of the boardroom...and the female dorms. But alas he was married and very faithful. But a hectic finals week and a hectic schedule at her job made alone time scarce between the two. Most nights they just cuddled and watched tv until they fell asleep. \n\nBut she had an idea. The toy was never the same as Coles cock but it got the job done. She stuck it on the wall and made it sure it stuck. Cole was distracted by an email from the university so she decided to doll herself up in her college cheerleading uniform. \n\nShe got down on her knees and started to fondle and suck the toy, staring at her husband...who remained obliviously. She huffed with the toy in her mouth and went deeper until she gagged. He turned around and she waved at him.\n\n“Mia what are you doing? I mean, why are you doing that here?”\n\nShe shrugged. \n\n“Why not? It’s my apartment too.”\n\nShe started to suck the toy again, moving her eyes to the wall. She heard the chair squeak but when she looked in his direction, he was watching her work the toy. \n\n*Cmon Cole...*\n\nShe thought to herself as she continued and moaned. \n\n“Mia darling...”\n\nShe eagerly let the toy fall from her mouth (and in the process the wall) and started at him. He blushed, still nervous about just outright suggesting it, even though they were married. \n\n“Yours is better Cole...always...wanna stain my uniform?”\n\nHe stood up and walked over, almost melting into his wife’s embrace. She kissed and his hand slowly wandered under her skirt. \n\n“Oh damn I forgot to put on underwear again.”\n\nShe smirked and he returned it. She lifted her leg up to his hip, and he eagerly but gently wrapped his arm around it. \n\n“I’m all yours professor...maybe I’ll get a A for my trouble?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: July 2019
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"content": "I would also love to read responses to the following prompts:\n\n* [[WP] Sex vampires might sound like succubi, but they're actually quite different: instead of leeching away life from their seduction victims, they drain away their sex appeal to add to their own.](https://redd.it/cc1vmc) by /u/saltyhorror\n\n* [[WP] Her rebound sex is beyond amazing: angry, passionate, and athletic. Someone sabotages her relationships then tries to be at the right place and time to catch her at her peak.](https://redd.it/cbm61g) by /u/unfortunatemole"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex organs gain sentience and the ability to speak
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"content": "\"Hey Martin, fancy meeting you here,\" Jane said, blushing. She looked across at him, bound inside a steel cage. His balls were shackled and his head was squeezed against the bars, swaying like deformed metronome.\n\n\"You know Jane,\" he said, \"this isn't my thing. But the man upstairs...\"\n\n\"I know, he loves her, and he loves when she's in control. She loves it too, you know.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I can see. Um, sorry, I didn't mean to stare, but you've got a little...\"\n\n\"Oh? Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm drooling a bit,\" Jane said, tightening her lips in embarrassment. She was going to give him a warning but she wasn't fast enough, the hands above her swatted at his balls and she flinched as Martin yelped.\n\n\"Fuck, that stings,\" he said, throbbing. \"You'd think I'd be used to it by now. Do you know he flicks them when he sits on the can, just for fun? He and I have a different idea of what constitutes fun.\"\n\n\"I can imagine,\" she replied. Two wet fingers massaged her swollen clit and Jane began to moan softly. She watched Martin pull away as the man bent down to face her and his mouth opened.\n\n\"Hey, gorgeous,\" the tongue said with a flick. \"How's the missus treating you?\"\n\n\"Rough, as usual, Toby. How are you?\" Toby answered her by stretching out and playing with her clit. He moved with stunning speed, slathering her skin until she gleamed. As she took him into her delicate folds, they caught each other up on family news, the weather, and in general, how life differs when you live in open air versus the dark cotton canopy. \n\n\"Say hi to Martin for me,\" he said as the man laid back onto the bed. \"I think you two are finally going to connect tonight?\"\n\n\"What? Are you sure?\"\n\n\"That's the scuttlebutt inside,\" Toby said. \"Granted, that's what the asshole said before, but you never know. Good luck!\"\n\nJane was excited. She hadn't been with Martin before and she stretched in anticipation. \"God, I hope my hair looks okay,\" she said as Martin came back into view. The woman removed the cage and Martin began to stretch.\n\n\"Oh god, that feels so good to be out!\" he exclaimed. A drip of pre-cum oozed from his head and the woman massaged it back into him, stroking Martin up and down. \"Heh, a guy could get used to this. I'm feeling better already.\"\n\nJane moved closer, until they both could smell each other. The woman straddled the man and Jane was sandwiched on top of Martin. \"Are you okay under there?\" she asked in a muffled voice.\n\n\"Nevvrr bettr,\" he managed to squeak. The man tugged him out and Martin and Jane were placed back to back. \n\n\"Hey cutie,\" he heard from above. \"Are you gonna fuck my hole like a good boy?\"\n\n*Oh great,* he thought. *The asshole*.\n\nAnais puckered her lips and blew him a kiss. Martin grimaced. He did not enjoy her company but tried to be cordial. \"It's nice to see you. How have you been.\"\n\n\"It's a real *shit show*, if you know what I mean,\" she said, laughing. \"You know, cuz I'm full of shit.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I get it,\" he sighed. He wish he had eyes so he could roll them. He didn't know if he was going to hook up with Jane or Anais tonight, but he was praying for Jane. He watched as the both of them lifted up and hovered over him. It could go either way.\n\nJane admired him from her vantage point, how he stood tall and proud now, despite the man's submissive nature. He was clean shaven and strong, and she hoped it would happen tonight, and she began to wet herself to be ready. As the body descended, she opened her lips and throbbed gently, until she felt him kiss her.\n\n\"Oh god, it's finally happening!\" she exclaimed as Martin pushed inside, and she made room to accept him.\n\n\"Oh wow,\" he said. \"Nice place you have here.\"\n\n\"Thanks, I just tidied up a bit last night and... oh, you're leaving already.\"\n\n\"Don't worry,\" Martin said. \"I'm not going far. See? I'm back...and I'm out....and back in...\"\n\nShe giggled as he made faces each time he was thrust inside, and she gave him warm hugs each time he slid in. He began to make a labored expression and she knew he was going to blow soon. Jane wanted to go with him.\n\n\"I can feel it,\" he said. \"My boys, they want to come out and play. Is that okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I'm sorry, there's no one to play with in here.\"\n\n\"No problem, they usually get dumped anyway. Oh... fuck, they're in a hurry. Here they come!\" he grunted as a load of semen sprayed inside Jane. It covered her completely, but Jane kept her bedroom door shut to keep them from going further.\n\n\"Well, that was fun,\" Martin said. \"I hate to spray and run, but it looks like I'm going back into the cage. Thanks for having me.\"\n\nJane gave him one last hug before he departed. \"Any time, Martin. Any time.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Chaste Crusader
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"content": "\"My awful and outrageous allies, I hereby call this meeting of the Salacious Seven to order!\" \n\nA deep voice weighty with authority boomed out in the top secret headquarters of one of the few remaining bastions for sexual villains. The Headmaster thumped his fist down at the end of the long cold steel table for emphasis. Although it currently held plates of oysters and snifters of brandy as an aperitif, various belted restraints were positioned strategically along it so it could be utilized in other ways as well. \n\n\"Perhaps we should change our name to the Smutty Six after what that *bitch* did to the Oral Artist,\" Orgasma drily remarked as she cast a wistful eye to the empty chair next to her. The wood was stained in the very center of the seat, accumulated water damage, she supposed.\n\n\"Worry not m'lady! I shall rescue your fair lover from the clutches of the Chaste Crusader if it's the last thing my fingerless gloved hands do!\" The Gentleman tipped his fedora at the woman across the table from him. A man whose intentions belied his namesake. \"Perhaps then you will see fit to reward me with a date! And then sex!\" Orgasma's eyes narrowed to disgusted slits as he stuttered on. \"Okay, how about just a blowie? You can do it in the back of my car, real quick. Really? Alright, alright, just a handjob. C'mon, please?\"\n\nAnother thump from the head of the table made The Gentleman sheath his katana and sit back down despondently. The Headmaster sighed and rubbed his temple. The organization had really lowered their standards since this new upstart kept apprehending all their members. Something had to be done about her.\n\n\"The reason I brought you here today is simple. We must combine our forces to deal with this thorn in our side once and for all. Else we will suffer the indignity of occasional reproduction in the missionary position for the sole purposes of reproduction!\" Reaching into his tweed jacket with patched elbows he dramatically whipped out a small remote and a projector hummed to life. After a moment a PowerPoint presentation appeared on the wall, charts and graphs detailing the decline of sexual depravity in Fucksville since the arrival of their latest nemesis. \n\n\"Forgive me, my esteemed man of learning,\" interrupted a voice slurred with drunkenness from the end of the table. \"But I don't see what all these numbers are going to inform us of that we haven't already learned first hand. Every one of us at this table has had a run-in with her at one time or another and none of us have come close to making her cream those pristine panties. She won't even RSVP to my invitations for a wine and cheese soiree!\" Caligula opened his mouth for one of his topless attendants to pop a grape into as he reached over to cop a feel of her bountiful breast. \n\n\"Not all of us.\" A sultry voice snaked its way in from the shadows at the periphery of the room as a figure familiar to only the more veteran villains at the table strode forth. \n\n\"Yarr! An enemy spy!? You want I should keelhaul her upon me cock, Headmaster?\" The Backdoor Buccaneer leapt up, golden dildo gleaming and ready for a fight.\n\n\"That won't be necessary,\" said The Headmaster with astonishment as he rushed forward to pull out a chair for the new arrival in a slinky evening gown that sat down with practiced grace. Lazily crossing one leg over the other the slit up the side of her dress pushed up to reveal the edge of a garter belt with a a familiar symbol of a cursive 'M' stitched into the lace. Her heavy bosom heaved out to push the limits of her décolletage. A thick shelf of a rear that was currently munching up a lacy black thong wiggled underneath her as she made herself comfortable. \n\nShe held out a long cigarette which The Gentleman nearly fell over himself in a rush to light. Taking a drag from it her sharply-lined eyes cast a sweeping glance down the table. Most of the old guard was gone. She was the last protector of perversity that stood a chance against this new threat to their way of life. The smoke from her exhale curled around her neatly pinned bun of jet black hair tempered with softly blended streaks of grey before at last she spoke.\n\n\"Looks like it's time for me to come out of retirement. Let's see how this *Chaste Crusader* handles going up against the legendary *Milftress*.\" \n\n---\n\nDon't have a concrete idea on how to actually carry out this plan, but the thought of a boardroom scene with the villains congregated was too fun not to sketch out. If anybody has any ideas how to continue or wants to tag in from here feel free to share!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : You have a massive humiliation fetish. You'll do essentially anything to make a complete fool out of yourself in public.
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"content": "The money offered was too good to refuse.\n\nBeing sexually debased by men instead of worshipped by them is a secret dream.\n\nI want to be nothing instead of being everything.\n\nMy arrival at the venue is met with an enthusiasm I wasn't prepared for which is overwhelming.\n\nThere is relief in knowing that cctv exists on all three levels.\n\nThe owner and head of security who introduced themselves to me earlier are watching metres away.\n\nIn heels and a thong I stand in supervised rotating circles of hard dicks.\n\nNone are allowed to finger, kiss or have sex with me.\n\nAll can write whatever they want, ejaculate wherever they want and say whatever they want.\n\nConstant background howl-cheering and music drowns out individual voices which I am grateful for. \n\nTwo hours later my body is covered in black sharpie slut words, phone numbers and cum.\n\nBefore showering I read *ciganska kurba* on my right thigh and smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Pregnancy/Impregnation
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"content": "Thanks to a global rise in temperature and pollution, the male half of the human species is now completely infertile. Humanity is now relying on artificial insemination for reproduction. As a side effect, sex has lost a lot of its thrill and is seen as outdated. Most people use sex robots to satisfy their carnal needs. You study 21st century history and as a history nerd practice the old ways of sexual intercourse together with a bunch of likeminded classmates, meet up is every second thursday. What you don't know is, you if you're male, or one of your classmates if you're female/trans, has a genetic mutation that makes him fertile. So your group has unknowingly been having unprotected sex with each other for the better half of a semester now... Not that you could do much about that, pregnancy test are a thing of the past, as well as the knowledge about pregnancy, really."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Anything to do with people getting stuck
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"content": "A pair of college gymnasts agree on a small competition to decide which of them is the more flexible. That competition just so happens to take the form of a game of Twister, and the gymnasts just so happen to tangle themselves up with each other to the point that they can’t get free...\n\nOne of their roommates discovers them in the awkward position, and decides to have a little fun at their expense.\n\n(All characters 18+, of course.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After avoiding masturbation and sex your whole life, you finally decide to try masturbating for the first time, to see what all the fuss is about.
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"content": "Scott pulled off his boxers, and briefly looked at his lean body, his 6 inch cock hard just from the thought of Jennifer. She flashed him earlier today, the first time he had ever seen bare breast in person. And they were so perfect, pale, round, and firm. He ached with a desire he had never felt before, a need to be touched. He firmly grasped his shaft with his left hand and began stroking slowly, gently. It felt better than he thought it would. He imagined it was Jennifer's hand, that she was behind him, pressing into his back, kissing his neck... His breathing grew heavy, his strokes faster, as need began to overtake him. He imagined that Jennifer was biting his neck, before kissing down his chest, and finally taking his cock in her mouth... He moaned aloud, unsure if he could stop his hand if he tried. His chest and throat felt tight, as his cock burned with desire, feeling better than he thought possible. He envisioned Jennifer riding him, as hard and fast as his strokes, while he squeezed her perfect breasts, before pulling her to him for a kiss... The feeling in his cock intensified, and he was overwhelmed, groaning with pleasure, as he fired his load across his chest. He fell back onto the bed, breathing hard, a warm feeling spreading through his body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A fermale and her boyfriend both drink magic potions. They both get micro-penises as a result.
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"content": "\"well fuck!\"\n\n\n\"How do you think I feel?!\"\n\n\n\"You already had one!\"\n\n\n\"I had a dick! This is...this is!\"\n\n\n\"It's a dick! And now I have one! What the fuck I thought you said that was an IPA!\"\n\n\n\"Well, it says IPA on the bottle!\"\n\n\n\"....Joe did you....give me that....Instant Penis Appearance! Micro-Brew! Fuck! Shit. Where did you get this?!\"\n\n\n\"That new health food shop on Bitch street... Wicca Center or something? I figured hippie shop would have a good craft beer selection!\"\n\n\n\"Okay on their website they have a few other options. And it says the store carries them. Uhmm....looks like my choices are a...shit. Bimbo Blonde ale, Hucoww Heffer-weizen, or Goddess sour ale. Guess I'm taking the last one.\"\n\n\n\"Do they have anything to fix me?!\"\n\n\n\"Uhm...let me see...here it is Big Black Barley Wine, King Dong Dunkelweizen, or Big Cock Boch. Shit get the keys. We gotta fix this.\" \n\n\n\"Shit...the store closed a half hour ago.\" \n\n\n\"Fuck! When do they open!\"\n\n\n\"Tommorow at eight a.m.\" \n\n\n\"What the fuck are we supposed to do till then?\" \n\n\n\"...I'll sick yours if you suck mine.\"\n\n\n\"Joe!\"\n\n\n\"What! Haven't you ever wondered what it felt like? Plus I bought beer for tonight hoping to get laid. I'm horny as hell.\"\n\n\n\"...fine but you better fucking swallow. After how much you bitch when I don't I see one goddam drop on your chin and you're cumming in a sock for a fucking month. King Dong or baby carrots.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There is a reason why boys aren't allowed to go into the 'fox woods'. But Miles found this out the hard way.
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"content": "Fox woods\n\nIt was the classic folk lore story, one that Miles had heard a thousand times from the village elders, lumberjacks and hunters who took just the smallest step inside. They got that feeling of bad juju crawling down their neck, before promptly turning and scurrying back. Some say they could see something lifelike, moving, human shaped, deep within the woods. \n\nMiles was determined not to be known as a coward. He gathered up all the equipment he could carry in a satchel and backpack. Sleeping bag, hatchet, rations, the essentials. Under the cover of night he slipped out the window, dashing through a bush before flipping a light on a lantern, using it to light the way forwards. \n\nHe walked for hours, going until the early hours of the morning. He knew that his energy was fading, feeling his ability to walk of all things becoming diminished. Slouching down up against a rock, he took a swig if water from his bottle and a mouthful of ration food, before passing out from exhaustion. \n\nHe woke up a few hours later, judging from the position of the sun in the sky, seeing it dip down underneath the mountains. As the sun faded, he saw the fluorescent plants and vines light up, luminating the forest’s deepest areas. Miles slid down a hill, reaching a pond which he could refill his water bottle from, seeing as it was empty after the day of traveling. \n\nHe suddenly heard a loud rustling from far off, seeming to come closer. Jumping over a rock, he quickly grabbed the crossbow, which he intended to use to kill whatever was haunting the first, proving to everyone that he was a capable fighter to the village. The bolt was locked in place, as Miles prepared to lock aim on whatever was lurking beneath the green covers of the forest. \n\nHe waited for a minute, questioning if there was ever anything there in the first place. He nearly set the crossbow down, before something rose out of the bushes. He only caught a quick glimpse of the creature, the most notable feature was the orange texture and colour of it, even if all he saw was a blue. \n\nMiles waited for a minute, until he could hear whatever it was making noises behind him. Looking over the rock he was hidden behind, he was finally able to get a good view of the creature. It shared a humanoid form, but things were different. The starters were the pointed ears covered in black fur, paw like hands and feet, a swinging bushy tail and stretched and elongated face, almost like a snout. It was almost like some sort of fusion between man and an animal, like a fox or wolf. \n\nHis hands shuddered as he took aim, keeping the scope hovering over the beasts head. He could feel the bow shaking in his hands, almost struggling to hold it up in the first place. In his clumsiness, the bolt shook out of the crossbow, clanking against the rock as Miles tried to grab it before it fell. “Ahh shit! Oh no, oh god!” He said under his breath as he tried to reload it. \n\nAs Miles turned around to try and retarder the creature, he was greeted by the same fox human hybrid beast standing over him, cowering behind the rock. She tilted her head in confusion as he screamed, crawling away on his back while maintaining eye contact. Staying on all fours, she crept closer as her breasts hung between her arms, swaying as she moved. Even from a distance, Miles could see a bright red or pink tone across the beasts cheeks, prompting his curiosity. \n\nMiles crawled until he hit a tree behind him. He lifted himself up against the stump, resting as the fox girl crept up to him, standing only feet away. The red tone on her cheeks seemed only to get redder and redder the closer he got to her, as if she was attracted to him. He held a hand out to her, testing whether or not this was true. To his surprise, she pressed her long about nose into his outstretched hand, letting him feel her face. Miles thought it was strangely smooth and fluffy, and he could only imagine what that tuft of hair would feel like. She got closer to him, sitting in his outstretched legs. As she sat more and more, \n\nMiles swore he could feel some sort of warm wetness as first he thought it was sweat, but then realising the cold temperature of the forest, ruling that out. Looking closer, he could see it originating from the fox girl, as he watched it slowly leak out as she looked at him more and more. Looking over at the girl, he thought he could see some sort of strange looks she gave him, almost like she was embarrassed but... wanted more?\n\n(More to come, stay tuned)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mage did a spell wrong, and now her clothes are disappearing.
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"content": ">Author's note: Contains FFM, emasculination, ENF.\n\nThe School of Magery had one of their mellow, relaxed days today. Perhaps it was partly due to their simple tasks today, earned in part due to their hard work prior, and in part due to an illness on the teachers part. Perhaps it was because the sun was shining down nicely, and the magically-adjusted breeze made things just *nice*. Maybe it was because they had spent over eighteen years of learning and were close to finishing their exams, becoming full wizards and sorcerers. Maybe it was the slow glimmer-burn of the local botany project after a student had been graded for it. It could have been.\n\nThat wasn't bothering people. They simply didn't feel into questioning the calm, questioning how things seemed *quiet*. They just spent their day, amusing one another.\n\nMary, an cautious caster on other days, just tried out spells. Currently, she decided to repair and fit her clothes, as well as restyle them in part. She could have taken off the clothes, or done this inside, but she didn't want to. She felt positively lacking in worries, and so what if she embarassed herself. It wasn't the first time, it wasn't the last time, and she wouldn't be alone in it. And if it was funny, it was something she could share with more than 0 people believing it.\n\nCeleballo, usually shortened Cello by peers and friends alike, had taken a nice glance at Mary. He had already noticed her mispronunciation and now waited for it all to come crashing down amusingly. If it was a risky business, he'd be ready, but if it was funny, he *was ready*.\n\nPlinka looked at his intent stare with carelessness. Why reprimand him for ogling at the tight clothes on her colleague, if she had done much the same?\n\nAs for Mary, she too realised now that her spell was failing. Slowly, the threads she spun undid themselves at the seams, flopping to the ground in parts, cut up in others. The spell wasn't to be stopped, so she simply waited for it to be done. She wasn't exactly ugly, she'd say. Her breasts weren't so overtly grown that one would accuse her of reforming them, but they had a roundness that was envied once or twice by her peers. Her posterior was plain, but not flat like one might expect from a bookish girl like her, so she played over it with her healthy complexion and nice smile, and maaaybe a little bit of an arched walk.\n\nPlinka was now smugly smiling at the tent she saw her friend raise slowly beneath his robes. She had coaxed a bit of truth out of him when he confessed his crush for Mary, but she wasn't one to tease him for just that. The crushes on his side were fleeting anyways, and she hadn't been sure if it remained, though this was proof in a way. She, too, was turning her gaze to the clothless colleague, taking in the sight of the girl.\n\nMary looked at the two people who bathed her nude, exposed body in their gazes, and couldn't help but feel the tinge of shame on her. Her parents would be so mad, furious, wouldn't they? She was meant to promote decency, class, and elegance. And although it hadn't been intentional, she instead became little more than fantasy fuel for these two.\n\n\"Well, if you have taken in enough of me, might you help me get some clothes? Wool isn't my speciality per se...\"\n\nAlmost rhythmically in sync, Cello and Plinka got up, circled around each other and her, and got into position. \"Relaaax, Mary. We'll get you some new clothes...\"\n\n\"... and we'll do it well. These will last.\"\n\nThe two danced choreographically, and despite her knowledge of exact movements and patterns, Mary lied to herself, allowed her to think that this was just the way one ritualistically summoned wool, that the body-pressing movements in which the coarse cloth of Cello rubbed gently against her nipples, in which the hair of Plinka tickled her back, as their hands circled her midriff as if tracing a high-worn belt.\n\nCello circled but a bit faster than Plinka, and in the midst of the two moving about the embarassed girl, he had caught up on her, grasping the clothed girl from behind, one hand holding her chest close to him, as the other undid cord after cord on the lower frontside of her robes.\n\n\"Nnngh... Cello?\" She said, more surprised than shocked.\n\n\"Shh... Just let me work my magic.\" And with that, Cello went to work, exposing the lower, quivering mess of Plinka's vulva, tracing a finger gently around her labia majoris as he held her tight, her feet only touching the ground on toes as he had pulled her up.\n\nMary's face became beet-red. She had started the spell thinking at worst she'd make a fool out of herself, and now she was looking into the helplessly searching and excited eyes of Plinka, growing a similar shade of red at the hands of Celeballo as panting escaped her lips. \"Come on, Plinka... I am loving to hear you squeak like this...\" He said into her ears, though Mary heard it much the same. \"Coat her, you dirty girl. I know how you rub it nice and hard to girls, how you scream... Flood her skin with your love, baby.\"\n\nMary thought of her modesty, of her role, taken seriously by her parents, by their teachers. She grew horny, despite attempts to ignore the pounding of excitement and thrills in her heart. She, also, didn't know if this was part of the rite, so she didn't move, neither placating her innocence nor her subconcious. The cool winds blew by her, making her feel a wet chill in between her thigs, as fluids of her own coated her legs.\n\n\"Oh, I am so fucking close, honey... Faster, please! Make me cry in agony!\" The exposed, twitching girl begged, and Cello was all the more willing to follow her orders, shaking his middle finger within her as he egged her on. \"Oh, yes! Yes! Almost! Coat her, Plinka. Cover her!!!\"\n\nMary hadn't even realised herself, having knelt on the ground, her hands now covering (or was it pleasing) her lower privates, but she soon felt the unusually sticky fluid of her peer on herself. Where it landed, it soon stuck, spread and hardened, giving her a jelly-like, clear and thick suit that covered her, yet exposed her still.\n\nMary got up, dazed. The smell was intoxicatingly alluring, and she ran her hands past her body, her touch seemingly amplified by it all. Her folds begged to be touched, to be ripped free and ravaged by her very hands until she could gasp no more. Meekly pushing past her rampant arousal, she noted that Plinka, overexcited as she became, had lost conciousness under the exertion, though she couldn't tell if it was due to the spell or the orgasm.\n\nCello carried her to the bench they had first sat on, and closed the robe properly. \"And, do you like it?\" He asked Mary.\n\n\"...It's see-through, and could use some color...\" Mary's glance laid lower, to where the effect of it all was evident. \"Care to sponsor me some white?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" Celeballo replied, before he, too, was pushed on the bench, his robes opened up by the not-really-nude Mary. His penis peeked outside, fully hardened from the auditory stimulus and the visual aid. \"You mean...\"\n\n\"I mean you zip it, and enjoy it. I'll fuck you with my mouth, hard, good, and if you are a nice girl, I might remember your efforts tonight. This sounds right to you, girlie?\" Mary said, and Celeballo nodded eagerly. Something about it turned him on more than he even had been prior.\n\nMary, on the other hand, didn't waste much time before her lips descended on the rod, tasting the salty sweat as the enthralling musk of manhood entered her nostrils. Her lips peeled back on his rod as her tongue slowly grinded along, pressed against him. \nA gaze upwards made her aware that he had shut his eyes, and pressed them shut. Slowly, she popped back out the cock that she now coated in her saliva sheen.\n\n\"Ah-ah-ah... I won't let you imagine some boytoy prepping you. Eyes on the prize, lady...\"\n\n\"Haaah... But, I don't know how long I can last if I-\"\n\n\"No buts!\" With that, Mary let her tongue push his cock upwards, before pulling back as his frenulum, pushed towards her by his stiffening harness, smacked against her lips. \"Ah!\"\n\nMary took him within her, holding her gaze on him so he couldn't try to hold on, to gaze away or press his eyes shut. Her hands pressed down on his thighs, gently moving so he felt the faintest of touches. Her tongue swirled about, ceaselessly drawing his evident precum off the helpless lad's cock.\n\nEvidently inevitable, he soon said the words Mary expected from him. \"Mary, I am close... Don't stop, please, don't stop now!\" She smiled, and closed her lips shut around his member as she slowly, agonizingly, pulled upwards. He thrashed and wept even as she did so, and as she removed her lips from the phallus before her, he was a quaking mess. \"Please, Mary... I... I can't...\"\n\nShe blew lightly at it, twitchy as it was, and the arching, the stasis of his posture, it all released like the white fountain of his liquid satisfaction that now placed on her chest and hair, droplet for droplet. As she spoke an ancient phrase, the cloudy white expanded across her unusual clothing, coating it in a nearly-opaque white. Nearly.\n\nMary looked at the exhausted and tired mess of a boy before her. \"You did well. Come over tonight, and bring Plinka with you. I think I need some catching up from those years of chastity. Wouldn't you agree?\"\n\nShe chose to elect his leg twitch as a yes. \"Good. Oh, and thanks for the new clothes.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you tried to summon a monster from the 12th dimension but ,all you manage to do was summon another human.technically tough she/he is now yours
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"content": "A dark elf kneels in a dark room and lights a small crimson candle that sits in front of her. The other four are already lit and the intoxicatingly sweet aroma they emit is wafting through the cellar, their smoke mixing with the dust to make the air heavy. The candles sit at the corners of a pentagram of salt and around the edges of the pentagram are runes of dripping crimson. They are actually in a mixture of berry extracts, but she’s hoping nobody checks. She kneels beside the largest of the runes and begins to chant. \n\n“Praeferratus in servetium redigo” \n\nShe places her hand on the rune, and it begins to glow in a low purple, the boards above her creak. \n\n“Determinatio nervorum acutam” \n\nOne by one, counterclockwise around, the runes begin to glow. \n\n“Optempero haeres ego”\n\n A faint mist rises from salt lines, she is too enveloped in her casting to hear footsteps just outside the door. \n\n“Pervin-”\n\nThe cellar door slams open and the woman yelps in surprise. A high elf descends the staircase, she wears a nightgown and looks at the other with frustration. She is of shorter stature and it her hair is disorderly. She looks surprised, then angry\n\n“What the fuck?”\n\nThe woman kneeling on the floor hesitates. Her mouth attempts to form some excuse but no sound is forthcoming. The other quickly descends the stairs, she speaks rapidly and her voice gets squeaky as she gets flustered.\n\n“We agreed ‘no black magic’ it's dangerous, you know that! You could level the house or get yourself possessed or get me possessed, or-” the other introjects\n\n“Relax love, it was just an incubus” The woman pauses for a moment at the bottom of the stairs before shouting louder\n\n“Oh so im not good enough for you? You need an incubus?”\n\n“No!” The dark elf stands quickly “It was a surprise for you, I was thinking we could share it” she smiles at the other devilishly.\n\nIn response the high elf sighs, “that's sweet,” she moves towards the other “but if you wanted to have a threesome all you had to-” \n\nAs she crosses the salt line, the purple energy flares up, the runes flash, and there is a hissing release of arcane energy. The dark elf falls back, and the woman inside screams. In a moment the hissing stops and the runes fade. There is a moment of silence before the high elf speaks.\n“Am I... possessed?”\n\nThe other laughs “if you were possessed you wouldn’t be able to ask that love” she says, standing and dusting herself off. “I never got to the actual summoning just the binding ritual-” \n\nshe pauses for a moment, then speaks sternly “sit”\n\nThe high elf immediately drops to the ground. On her face is a look of confusion, meanwhile the dark elf smiles and chuckles softly. The high elf face turns from confusion to concern.\n\n\nThis is my first time writing in third person limited format and i'm not really sure I like it. Opinions or feedback about the style or anything else is appreciated. Also I might do a more sub-appropriate part 2."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Trying to Escape Chastity
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"content": "It had been years since Jenny had been in a classroom, even a fake one. The set designers had been meticulous with the selection of student desks, well-worn chalkboard, and the teacher's desk. \"They don't miss a thing, do they?\" she said to Mike.\n\nMike was still reading the escape room brochure. He looked up and saw her in the uniform costume for the first time and whistled. Jenny's pleated skirt hit her mid-thigh but the blouse seemed to have been tailored for someone slightly smaller than her. \"That... no... no, they do not,\" he stammered. \n\nThe escape room proctor entered the room, setting a duffel bag onto the teacher's desk. \"Alright you two,\" she said, \"it's almost time to start your escape. I just need to install one more lock and then you'll have one hour to get out, okay?\"\n\n\"Alright, I'm ready!\" Jenny said, clasping her hands. \n\n\"Did you follow the uniform instructions, to the letter?\" the proctor asked them.\n\nJenny turned around and bent over the desk. \"Why don't you check?\" The proctor lifted her skirt and saw her bare ass and pussy underneath: no panties. Mike pulled down his pants to show his cock, already in a cage.\n\nThe proctor nodded in approval then reached into the bag and pulled out a stainless steel chastity belt. She threaded the contraption over Jenny's legs and when the bands rose above her hips, she tightened the clasps. \"Somewhere in this room are the keys. You'll have to work together to get out. Alternatively, you and work against each other.\" She poured the contents of the duffel bag onto the desk. Dildos, anal beads, vibrators, and other sex toys spilled onto the tabletop. \n\n\"Have fun you two,\" she said, smiling as she closed the room door.\n\nJenny scanned the room to look for clues. There was a bulletin board next to the door with a note, and she pulled it down to read it. \"It's a school schedule,\" she said aloud. \"9:00 AM, Morning Announcements, 9:15, Stand for the Ple-HEEEDGE!\" She squirmed as Mike held the vibrator between her legs. \"Ff-fuck,\" she moaned as the metal rattled against her skin, but not nearly close enough to her favorite spots. She put her hands against the wall and tried to lean into the wand, but it didn't help. \n\n\"Do you want to get out?\" she said impatiently. \n\n\"I'm not smart enough for that,\" Mike replied. \"But I love seeing your frustrated face.\"\n\nJenny ripped open her shirt and let the costume fall to the floor, her breasts bouncing under her red hair. \"You want to play it that way? Fine. Edge-scape rules it is.\"\n\nThey tortured each other, filling their available holes with everything that wasn't nailed down. Jenny's thighs were coated with her own juices, leaking from the sides of the belt. Mike's pre-cum dripped onto the student desk as she pushed and pulled the beads in and out of his asshole. \n\nWith five minutes left, Jenny laid prostrate on the craft corner play mat, Mike dry humping her behind she felt a lump under the carpet. She pulled it back and saw a little key.\n\n\"This is it!\" she exclaimed. \"Now it's only going to fit one of us,\" she said. Jenny tried it on her belt, but the key did not fit. Mike grabbed it and slid the key into his cage, and it opened with a little *clink*.\n\n\"Mother fucker,\" she grumbled. \"Fuck this goddamn fucking thing!\"\n\n\"Hey, a bet's a bet,\" he said, presenting his freed cock to her face. \"Do you want to pay now or later?\"\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Now I am become Jeff, the destroyer of girls
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"content": "\"Now I am become Jeff, destroyer of girls\" \n\nChloe turned her head, looking at her friend Jeff as they sat at the schools lunch table. \"Jeff, what the hell are you talking about?\" She said, looking confused as Jeff stood up from his seat, leaving the instant noodles in his cup.\n\n\"Now I am become Jeff, destroyer of girls\" He said again. \n\nJeff swivelled around, looking around at the canteen as the entire years class sat down in the cafeteria. Not many people were looking at Jeff, more so they were talking to their friends. Jeff dramatically flicked his hand on front of himself, snapping his fingers.\n\nAn aura of pure energy was pulsed out from Jeff, sending shockwaves through the cafeteria. Electrical sparks flew from table to table, instantly destroying the clothes of all the women in the room. The canteen was filled with screams as every girl covered themselves up with their arms, with some throwing the food off their tray and covering their front half with that. \n\nJeff began hovering, his pure unadulterated alpha male energy defying the laws of physics. He began collecting energy from all the blokes in the room, harvesting their pent up sexual frustration and forming it into an orb of pure sexual lust. The orb collapsed, sending the energy through the room. Within seconds, every single person there became uncontrollably horny, desperate to fuck or be fucked. \n\nOne boy cut through his zipper using the plastic forks handed out at the schools canteen, and began fucking the girl besides him. She lay across the table, feeling her legs begin hoisted up around his arms so that he could fuck easier. Another girl began spreading, teasing her lips with the metal bard of the canteen tables in a desperate attempt to reach climax. The lunch lady began pouring gravy over her bare breasts, letting them drip into a bowl and over some meat, which she served to an empty line.\n\nChloe was not even spared from Jeff's sexual conquest, finding herbals makes and impossibly aroused. She watched as her classmate made a B line towards her, holding his dick in his hand as he stroked it. She graciously accepted it, sucking with all her effort. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Jeff flew out from the cafeteria, destroying the wall of the school as he made his escape.\n\nChloe could only hope that Jeff makes the most of himself, and enjoyed himself like she was doing. She opened wide as the classmate finished, spraying his load inside Chloe's mouth before leaving to find someone else to fuck. Chloe licked her lips while the played with her nipples, watching several more people run towards her, all stroking their members.\n\nHe had become Jeff, destroyer of girls."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ever since she first saw it in porn, she's been obsessed with titjobs. She loves the idea of nestling a hard cock between her breasts, of cum coating her chest. The only problem is that she's quite flat. Describe how she improvises.
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"content": "Tiffany came into the bedroom wearing a sheer red lace bra and matching panties. \"What do you think?\"\n\n\"Fuuuck, you look hot,\" said Owen. He scooted over to make room on the bed and she laid down beside him. He stroked her cheek with the back of his big hand and moved on to the small cup, her nipples hardening under his touch. \"Baby, you sure you want to try this?\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" she said, biting her lip. \"Hop on.\"\n\nOwen straddled her, high at her ribs with his knees under her shoulders. The expanse between her small breasts was a little narrower, thanks to the fabric. He rested his cock on her bra, and she played with the head. \"Fuck, baby, that feels good.\"\n\n\"It's going to feel even better,\" she replied, grabbing a bottle of lube from the side table. She squeezed a generous amount over her chest, the lace and fabric darkening as she rubbed it in, caressing his manhood. Owen's cock throbbed as she worked the oil into his skin too. He began to rock, slowly moving back and forth over her chest. \"Do it baby,\" she said. \"Slip it in.\"\n\nHe lifted the bra under the cup and pushed his cock under it. \"Jesus, it's tight,\" he groaned. Tiffany squirted more oil over them until the fabric softened. Owen grabbed his base and moved it under the cups, rubbing each nipple with his tip. Her pert nubs struck his most sensitive spots under the head and he began to thrust faster.\n\n\"Yes baby, cum on my tits,\" she moaned. She reached around and squeezed his ass for encouragement. Owen slid left and right then pumped in between her breasts. The lacy center had wound around itself into a slippery string and when he slid his cock backwards, it would rub the stippled crown even harder. Tiffany looked down with her tongue out, licking him as he strained to reach her face before repeating the cycle. Each time, he could feel his balls tightening. \n\nOil dripped over her shoulders as he pumped harder and Tiffany looked desperate for his cum. As he felt himself reaching the tipping point, he grabbed her shoulders and finally pushed past her lips. \"Oh god, I'm cumming,\" he grunted.\n\nThe first load shot over her lips and spattered on her lips and nose. More cum shot on her neck and oily chest. Owen pushed her bra off to free her breasts and rubbed his cummy cock over her nipples. He bent down and kissed her.\n\n\"Fuck baby,\" said Owen. \"Did that do it for you?\"\n\nTiffany nodded, then scooped his cum from her nose and sucked it off. \"I loved it.\"\n\n***\nA short one; comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Showcase Thread August 2019
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"content": "I felt like this story may have fallen through the cracks, it's a FF story that takes place in 1966. [Here's Original prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ckvrf4/wp_its_1966_in_the_united_states_and_you_are_the/)\n\n***\nLoretta struggled to get the last cardboard box out of her car. It was old and dusty, the bent box flaps already torn from other moves. God damn, why do I always keep this shit? she thought as she rubbed the grit onto her jeans. She tried to get a good grip on the box again and could feel its contents shifting left to right.\n\n\"Need a hand?\" she heard someone say behind her. Loretta turned around and looked at the young white woman standing close by. She wore a pink A-line skirt and white gloves; her face was shaded under a large brimmed hat. Loretta thought her pale, slender arms probably never lifted anything heavy in her entire life. Loretta knew that moving to this part of Georgetown would require some adjusting, but there was something about this woman that made her blush.\n\nLoretta looked at the box precariously balanced on the lip of the trunk. \"Do you want to grab one end of this?\" she asked. The woman clapped her hand and walked to Loretta's side.\n\n\"I'm June. June Matheson. I live in 215,\" she said, extending her hand.\n\nLoretta shook it. \"Loretta Gold. I'm moving into 315. Thank you for your help.\" They both held the corners of the box and began to crab-walk up the walkway to the apartment building entrance. Loretta hit the elevator button and heard the steel cables stretch and whine as the car came down.\n\n\"So, what brings you to Georgetown, Loretta?\"\n\n\"School,\" she replied. \"I'm in the graduate chemistry program.\"\n\n\"Wow, you must be awfully smart. I never got good grades, myself.\" Before June could finish her thought, the elevator bell chimed. The doors opened, and an older man holding a small poodle stepped out.\n\n\"Hello Miss Matheson,\" he said, eying her up and down. The white-furred dog stared at Loretta and began to yip, grabbing the man's attention. \"Magnus, where are your manners?\" he said, scolding the dog. \"Who's the colored girl?\"\n\n\"Hello sir, my name is Loretta Gold, the new tenant in 315.\"\n\nThe man paid her no attention, turning to face June again. \"You know, young lady, you shouldn't strain yourself. A girl like you is liable to faint from exertion.\"\n\n\"I'll do just fine, thank you,\" June replied. She began to push into the elevator, forcing Loretta to walk backwards into it. \"Have a nice day, Magnus.\" The dog answered with a sharp bark as the door closed and June let out a deep sigh. \"I'm truly, truly sorry about Mr. Armstrong.\"\n\n\"Don't be,\" Loretta replied. \"I'm used to being invisible and conspicuous at the same time.\"\n\n\"Well, it's not a very warm welcome. I'd like to think that in this enlightened age, people would more friendly to your kind.\"\n\nLoretta's expression betrayed nothing as they reached her apartment door. She hip-checked it open and led June to the living room, then lowered the box onto the floor. June looked around and saw other boxes stacked and strewn around.\n\n\"Do you need help unpacking?\" she asked.\n\nLoretta shook her head. \"You're very kind for asking, but I can handle the rest. Thank you again for your help.\"\n\n\"Any time,\" June said, walking towards the door. \"I'm right below you. Room 215. Don't be a stranger, okay?\" There was something behind June's lilting voice that hung inside Loretta's mind, something that made her melt a little as she watched her skirt swish and disappear into the hallway.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLoretta saw her again the next day at the grocery store. June was in the produce aisle, running her gloved fingers over the piles of apples when Loretta sidled next to her.\n\n\"Hello, neighbor,\" Loretta said. \"Come here often?\"\n\n\"If you are, then I will,\" June said, smiling. Loretta stared at her half-closed eyes and sultry pout. She felt a pang of heat in her chest that only occurred on lonely nights. June waited a heartbeat then burst out laughing. \"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!\"\n\n\"What are you doing with the apples,\" Loretta asked to change the subject.\n\n\"I was going to bake a pie for the church picnic. My mother always used Red Delicious, but...\"\n\n\"But you want to try something new. I get it.\" Loretta picked up a McIntosh Red and rubbed it on her shirt until it shined. \"Do you like these? I love the crisp, tart taste.\"\n\n\"You gotta pay for that!\" yelled the interrupting grocer behind the deli counter. Loretta's face turned red. Nothing that made her more incensed than a man treating her like a child. She wanted to crush the apple in her hand, to see what he'd do if she threw the pulp at his fat, ruddy face. Instead, she handed the apple to June.\n\n\"Try it, you'll like it,\" she said, smiling painfully. June grasped the apple and her fingertips grazed Loretta's wrist, sending electricity over her arm. Loretta left the store, buying nothing.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLater that night, Loretta finished unpacking and filled a kettle to make some tea. She started the stove when she heard a knock at the door. June was in the hall, wearing a sleeveless blue dress and a small apron, carrying a warm apple pie. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg wafted into Loretta's apartment.\n\n\"I made extra,\" she said. \"Can I come in?\" Loretta made room and June walked into the kitchen. Loretta admired her hips and backside, how the loose apron strings hung like a tail on her ass. She didn't know what to do with her feelings, but she thought she was going to explode. The kettle began to whistle loudly.\n\n\"Do want some coffee or tea?\" Loretta said hastily. \"Oh, wait, I forgot to get coffee at the store.\"\n\n\"It's alright,\" June said. She grasped Loretta's hands and squeezed, stepping closer to her. \"I'll take anything you've got.\"\n\nShe stood so close, Loretta could see the dabs of flour under her jaw. Her eyes danced around as she tried to understand what was happening. June, still holding Loretta's hands, guided them to the small of June's back. June gasped and bit her lip as Loretta's hand traveled lower, resting on her curvy behind.\n\n\"Kiss me,\" June whispered, tilting her head back. Loretta complied and leaned in. Her lips were warm and thin, her breath tickling her as they embraced.\n\n\"I...I've never done this before,\" Loretta said softly. \"Not with...\"\n\n\"A woman? A white woman?\"\n\n\"No on both.\"\n\n\"How was it?\" June asked as she untied the apron. \"Did you like it? Do you like me?\"\n\nLoretta kissed her again, more eagerly. She ran her hands against June's sides until they rested on her shoulders. She let them drop on June's chest and she squeezed them until June moaned. As she lifted her breasts, June's dress straps slipped off her shoulders and hung loose at her elbows. June peeled it down, exposing her bare chest. Loretta stared at her dark nipples and felt thirsty. She suckled one and June held her head against her breast.\n\n\"Mmm, yes,\" June said, leaning against the counter. When Loretta let her go, a string of spit bridged her lips and June's reddened nipple. \"Do you want me to show you more?\"\n\nLoretta nodded. Her whole body ached to touch her skin again. June pulled out a kitchen chair and said down, legs spread. She patted her lap and said, \"Have a seat.\"\n\nLoretta sat on her lap and June kissed her neck. A wave of pleasure radiated over her body and she held her own breasts while she shivered. June reached around and unbuttoned Loretta's jeans. She could smell her own lust coming from her panties as June plunged a finger under it.\n\n\"Oh god,\" Loretta moaned, eyes half-closed in ecstacy. June's fingers pinched her clit and rubbed the cream from her pussy over her lips. Loretta's mind was spinning, she wanted to run and melt into June at the same time. The tension in her belly rolled around as June's fingers' swirled and darted inside her. She couldn't control her hips as an orgasm sent her into convulsions.\n\n\"Sweet Lord!\" she exclaimed as she felt her pussy squeeze June's fingers, pulsing on them. June raised her wet fingers and licked them clean. Loretta turned around and straddled June, then kissed her deeply.\n\nJune smiled. \"Welcome to the neighborhood.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: your girlfriend is a fairy ,you're cute together but sometimes she gets mischievous with you
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"content": "I stare at the tickets in my hand, but I still can't believe I scored them. The Day Funaways show was sold out months ago, and yet I managed to snipe a pair of good seats for me and Siobahn. I can't wait to see her face. She bounds into the apartment noiselessly, leaving a trail of pixie dust behind her as she throws her bag onto the couch.\n\n\"Rough day?\" I ask.\n\n\"The worst. I had to rip apart five demons who were trespassing with my bare hands, and look,\" she says, \"I broke a nail. Also Jamba Juice ran out of bee pollen. The fuck is *that* all about?\"\n\nSiobahn was just your average, lithe earth fairy sworn to protect the woods of her homeland, and occasionally got called for assignments. She'd been gone for three weeks.\n\n\"I got something for you,\" I say, with my hand behind me back. \"But you gotta close your eyes.\" I watch her silver lids shut with sparkles and I place the tickets in her hand.\n\n\"Oh, gods...\" she gasps. \"You didn't!\"\n\n\"I did,\" I say with a smile. \"You better get ready, the show starts in a couple hours.\" She flitters over and gives me the biggest hug. I breath a little of her fairy dust and smell fresh cedar and mushrooms, mixed with mint. It's more than a little intoxicating and I start to weaken. I think I'm about to fall to the floor when I perk up with renewed energy.\n\n\"Hey!\" she says, slapping me on the cheek. \"Listen. I want to thank you properly when we get back, okay? Do you think you can hold out?\"\n\nI reach around and pinch her taut ass and she giggles. \"You're gonna make me wait?\" I ask with a smirk.\n\n\"I won't *make* you do anything you don't want to.\" She extends her hand. \"Do we have a deal?\" I shake it firmly.\n\n\n\nThe concert hall is already packed when we arrive and line up. The band attracts all the fae within earshot, plus *their* itinerant human fans. Light beams seem to to shoot out randomly from the second story hall when we finally reach the door. Inside, ale and icewine flow from ancient kegs into the mugs of thirsty fairies. I get a couple for us while Siobahn checks out the merch and someone bumps into me from behind.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" I say as I turn around with a flagon in each hand. I can't say anything else because the glamour on this exquisite creature before me is causing my tongue and other body parts to swell. She's taller than Siobahn, taller than most of the fae at the venue. Her blue breasts are at my eye level and I have a problem looking away. \n\n\"Well well,\" she says with a sultry voice. \"Aren't you a nice boy to buy me a drink.\"\n\nI manage to shake my head free and stare into her face. \"Sorry, we're all spoken for.\"\n\nShe runs a long finger down my shoulder and it feels like ice is in my veins. The cold spreads over my body but begins to pool in my balls. It should have me doubled over in pain but instead, there's a distinct pleasure building inside. I can feel my cock awaken and my eyes widen. If I don't get out of here, there's going to be mayhem.\n\n\"You surprise me, human,\" she says with a quizzical expression. \"You should have at least split in half with a geyser of blood. Where's my geyser?\"\n\nI shrug my shoulders and inch past her, finding Siobahn staring at me from across the lobby. *Fuck.*\n\n\"Your ale,\" I say, presenting a mug to her. \"Sorry if it got a little cold.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I saw that. If they high-born bitch touches you again, I'll make her death something her descendants will talk about...in song, no less.\"\n\n\"Let's, like, *not* murder anyone tonight?\" I suggest. \"Lets just enjoy the show.\" We walk towards the wide staircase leading to the room when I spy the men's room. \"I'll be right back.\"\n\nThe stall at the end is free and I unzip to relieve myself. I look down in horror at my rock-hard cock, pulsing with blue veins. *That fucking ice fairy!* Even though it's bigger and thicker than I've ever seen it, I can barely feel it. My whole groin feels numb. Fucking perfect. \n\n\"What's the matter?\" she asks, noticing my expression. \"How do you feel? Frustrated?\" She is trying to hide her fiendish smile but it's cracking through her luscious lips. \n\n\"You... you did something.\"\n\n\"I just wanted to help you hold off until after the show,\" she says, running her hand on my cheek. Her hand slips under my shirt and she teases my chest, sending shivers to the void in my crotch. \"All your little urges, wanted or otherwise, are going to be saved up for me later, and I want you to give them **all** to me. I'm filling your spank bank.\"\n\n\"That's not what that means,\" I stammer. We're in the middle of the flow of people making their way upstairs but no one seems to care that she's fondling me in the open. She pulls me down for a kiss, playing with my tongue and hair. Still, I can only sense that *something* is building up.\n\nThe house lights dim and show starts. Siobahn is on her feet to welcome the band, hooting and hollering like a crazed teen. She settles down as the band starts to play and I watch her lose herself in the music. She's beautiful, swaying gently in her seat. I put my arm around her shoulder and she leans over close, warming my shoulder with her cheek. I can feel her hand on my lap, slipping further down until she's between my legs. I wish I could feel her deft touch as anything more than a murmur, a promise of things to come later.\n\nIt's late when we get back to the apartment. Siobahn is still sweating from the energetic finale and encore and runs to the kitchen for a drink. I walk over and she gives me a glass. \"I'm glad you liked the show,\" I say.\n\nShe smiles from ear to ear and nods enthusiastically. As I sip from the glass, I feel like a massive valve turning inside me. Siobahn catches me before I can hit the floor, and carries me to the couch. \"You did it,\" she whispers as she strips off my pants. \"You held off the whole night.\"\n\nI feel like all my blood is rushing to my cock, swirling and churning inside. \"Fuck, I feel like I'm going to burst!\"\n\nShe tears off her clothes and straddles my thighs. Her dark brown skin feels amazing against mine, her perfect breasts shining in the dim light. She grabs my aching cock and strokes it slowly, pushing the precum out until it coats my shaft. The sounds of my sticky cock fill my ears as my libido is cranked up to eleven. \n\n\"Please,\" I beg between labored breaths. \"Please fuck me.\"\n\nShe guides my cock to her wet lips and I can feel her heat envelope it. She stays there, holding my head with her tight pussy. It drives me crazy and I grip the couch cushions, trying to get leverage, but her feet easily hold me down. I start to pound my head into the cushion, the frustration mounting as she watches me squirm. \n\n\"Hey,\" she says. \"Listen.\" I feel her muscles relax and she sinks down on my aching cock. As I fill her pussy, every inch feels like a waterfall of pleasure and I moan uncontrollably. She joins me as her lips spread to make room for my massive girth. We grunt loudly as she reaches the bottom, only to have her rise again. She fucks me with unabashed fury. I hold onto her hips but it's like bareback riding a wild animal. She grabs my chest and digs in as our bodies slap into each other, her creamy pussy coating my cock and overflows between us like a shimmering pool. \n\nMy vision narrows as all my desire is focused to a single point and I cum harder than I can even remember. I nearly thrust her off me as my cum fills her pussy but she rides it like the warrior she is. I can't stop cumming, the impulse to cum rising from every part of my body. She finally slides off and my cock is a firehose, shooting my load on my chest. Siobahn touches my balls and the urge stops, my cock twitches one more time before settling down. \n\n\"My god, it never felt so good,\" I tell her. She lays down on my wet torso and kisses my neck. Her warm, earthy body feels like a warm blanket. I can see the rise and fall of her body and know that she must be fast asleep. I know it's going to be a pain to clean up tomorrow, but for now I sleep with her in the afterglow. \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Monstergirl/Romance] Demonic bride
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"content": "The contracted had only one reason to come here, and it had been planned to be a simple, silent affair. Go in, stick a pike in the person of honor, muffle his voice, get out before anyone notices.\n\nAll those plans got discarded the moment he saw her. He'd thought he read up on the guests as to spare himself a nasty surprise. Though this guest hadn't been invited, though she mulled about, sipping from her cup as if she had been invited and her partner hadn't bothered to show up.\n\nShe, despite this, didn't look human. A shade between the crimson of the intoxicating beverage served and the purple adorning the guest's very garments seemed to be her skin's teint, and the hair that had been cut short in seeming defiance of a maiden's gift of long, well-maintained strands seemed to part for the smallest hint of horns.\n\nDespite this, the people seemed none the wiser on a first glance. He decided to venture downwards, meddle a bit more to find out about this mysterious guest of theirs. A bit of socialising may implicate him on the scene, but his safety relied on observation, and a stray element would be an unusual risk. He hadn't mapped out the guard's plans just to fall trap to an stranger's eyes, no matter how elusive they might be.\n\nHe had gone in dance with a fair lady, obviously trying to woo him in hopes of a better life, clearly in denial of her well-treated life already. In earlier times, he had envy for their unknowing nature, but nowadays, he had grown to disdain it. All the while, his eyes were locked on the strange lady, trying not to be seen in turn.\n\nAlas, there seemed to be little to be found, as most failed to be aware of her, though it seemed that a man currently dancing with the third cousin thrice removed from the Prince himself was intent on actively overlooking her position, overcompensating for the knowledge of her position by turning his gaze away as often as he could.\n\nThe contracted had no more a possibility than to close the gap himself, hoping that his guise would be maintained despite his advances. Thus, he sat right next to her.\n\n\"Well, what brings such a unique combination of colors in this very house, I wonder?\" He broke the conversation.\n\nThe lady seemed to not notice him fully. \"There is something happening, tonight. Tragedy, terror, I can't pinpoint it. My tails been wiggling like crazy about it...\"\n\n\"Well, that seems a bit strange, I'd say. You are not afraid it might be you that is the target?\" He replied, as he got honestly intrigued by this similarily plotting dame.\n\n\"This seems to be planned longer, more greatly, not to men-\" She turned about, seeing the contracted's face. \"Well, and here I thought I was talking to myself. Pardon me for abusing your interest for self-reflection and analysis.\"\n\n\"Pardon me for intruding, and we'll be even, I say. Now, how come such a person like you is a visitor, but not inviited? How come a lady with such an intriguing look and such a ravishing complexion remains ignored by most people? How come the man over there seems so busy in ignoring your very presence?\"\n\nThe lady smirked, and took a sip. She leaned in, giving the contracted quite the uncouth glance into the midst of her bosom, if he were inclined to. \"That is quite the prodding you are doing. And I might ask so similar a question. Why is a person invited, but looks so different in nature, in behavior than what the guest is known to be. Why is a person at festivities looking with such an analytical mind at things, routing out paths and other's attention? Why is it that in a guarded setting with no robbers near or far, a man is armed with a hidden pike up his right arm? Don't prod unless you want to share.\" Confidently, she sat back upright.\n\nThe contractor smiled in return. This woman knew his mannerisms and looked through his disguise without even thinking about it. Her very being seemed opposed to being tricked itself, so it seemed to him. He loosened his collar, and sighed as he comforted himself in the seat. \"Well, I seem so different in manners from the Duke's Son Nigel Jackrobins because I drugged the man and took his place at this occasion. I am surveying my options because I need a clear line without being intercepted and noticed when I pursue my plan of murdering the guest of honor in cold blood. And the pike is so I can ensure he will die rather quickly, with neither his doctor nor his wife being any help in treating his wounds. Now, dear lady... I think you owe me three answers.\"\n\nThe lady laughed, a guttural, wrong kind of laugh, though this only intrigued him, how such a seemingly rebellious person seemed to hold such a provocative laugh without a single face correction having proved necessary. \"Well, that was refreshing. Finally someone who is true to their vices! Well, I was let in as a guest by the man that keeps on ignoring me, for he thinks me a omen of calamity, and he mustn't be wrong if your advent seems indicative of things. I remain ignored because only the viceful may note my presence, in part due to my very nature. And, well, the person ignores me in hope that the omen I bring doesn't afflict him. May I ask your name?\"\n\n\"Well, Lesholu is a name I am commonly referred to.\"\n\n\"Well, Lesholu? I have many names people call me, though the most fairest of them would be... Liteko. Now then, don't let me get in your way. I'll just sit here and watch. I do love myself a tragedy of the masses.\"\n\n\"Well, I do aim to please, so sit back and enjoy the spectacle.\"\n\n***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The town had rumors of a curse. The curse of living breasts. Sarah, the new girl in town, was about to experience this curse firsthand.
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"content": "\"Sarah.\" A small voice whispered.\n\nSarah stirred lightly in her sleep. It had been an exhausting day of moving in and she was deep in slumber.\n\n\"Sarah.\" The small whisper again.\n\n\"Wake up girl!\" A second, much louder voice joined in.\n\nSarah sat up in bed, blinking her heavy lids. She gazed groggily around the room, swearing she had heard something. But she saw nothing moving in the darkness. She yawned and started to lay back down.\n\n\"Oh no you don't.\" Barked the second voice.\n\nSarah's heart hammered and she whipped her head around frantically. \"Who's there?\"\n\n\"Don't scare her.\" The soft voice scolded the harsh one.\n\nPanic was starting to set in. The voices sounded like they were right in front of her. \n\n\"Down here.\" The harsh voice said.\n\nSarah looked down and thought she saw the source of the voices, but it couldn't be.\n\n\"Sorry to wake you.\" Sarah's left breast said, making her squeal in shock.\n\n\"But we're very horny.\" Her right breast added, ignoring her fright.\n\n\"Oh um... sorry?\" Sarah stammered, staring down at her tits.\n\n\"It's quite alright.\" Leftie said.\n\n\"Just touch us already.\" Said Rightie.\n\n\"Ok..\" Her tits, Sarah was talking with her tits.\n\nToo tired to fully comprehend the situation, she layed back down and cupped her breasts. She started to squeeze and caress them.\n\n\"Mmm that's nice.\" Leftie jiggled under her hand.\n\n\"The nipples, get the nipples.\" Rightie instructed impatiently.\n\nSarah nodded and took each nipple between her fingers and thumbs. She pulled and pinched softly, unable to help a gasp as her nipples stiffened under her touch.\n\n\"You're good at this.\" Leftie cooed.\n\n\"Harder, really go at it.\" Rightie bounced excitedly.\n\n\"Uhnnn..\" Sarah moaned, clamping down tightly on both nipples.\n\n\"Too rough!\" Leftie squeaked.\n\n\"S...sorry.\" Sarah rubbed the left gingerly with her fingertips and twisted the right firmly.\n\n\"There you go.\" Rightie encouraged as she smacked at its nipple with her hand.\n\n\"Much better.\" Lefty sighed while she massaged and lightly squeezed its nipple.\n\nIt was hard to be heavy handed with one nipple and gentle with the other at the same time. It didn't help that the stimulation was starting to turn Sarah on. She tugged and twisted the right while she rapidly, but softly, flicked the left.\n\n\"Fuck yes. Pinch it hard.\" Rightie heaved up against her attention.\n\n\"Feels so lovely.\" Leftie jiggled, quivering in delight.\n\n\"Ughhnnnn..\" Sarah's breath quickened.\n\nHer nipples throbbed. She slapped at the right, abusing the demanding tit. She squeezed the left, a single fingertip rubbing the nipple.\n\n\"Yesss… we're going to.. \" Leftie whimpered.\n\n\"Cum!\" Rightie cried out triumphantly.\n\nThe pair of tits bounced up and down. Sarah yelped in shock as milk spurted from her hard nipples, spraying up into the air then cascading down onto her chest and face.\n\n\"Just what I needed.\" Leftie sighed in relief.\n\nSarah blinked drops of breast milk from her lashes. \"B...but I'm not pregnant!\"\n\n\"It's not always about you, you know.\" Rightie grunted.\n\n\"Thank you sweetie, I'm exhausted.\" Leftie said.\n\n\"Yes. See you in the morning.\" Rightie snickered.\n\nSarah laid in bed, letting milk drip down her tits and face. Her breasts remained silent, so she got up and cleaned their \"cum\" off of her before going back to bed. She thought the bizarre event would keep her up all night, but soon she was deep in sleep again, cupping her tits. All three snored softly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A successful and intelligent young woman with a secret Bimbofication fetish finally gathers up her courage, and undertakes the first steps towards her dream... Telling her friends and family.
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"content": "It was tough getting everyone together in one place. Mom and Dad could barely stand to look at each other, and Lisa was always on some mission trip or the other, but finally Gloria was able to get all of them on the couch at Thanksgiving.\n\nThey were appropriately sloshed, two glasses of Malbec each, so this should hopefully be fine?\n\n“Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you,” Gloria declared, standing in front of them. She pulled a strand of her short mousy brown hair behind her ear. Nervously, she took off her thick tortoiseshell glasses and wiped them with her oversized wool sweater. \n\n“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be so worried, whatever you have to tell us, we’ll love you no matter what,” Gloria’s mother replied earnestly. \n\nGloria coughed, then straightened herself. “I’m getting a boob job.”\n\nHer parents paused. \n\n“Is that all?” Her father asked. “We thought you were going to tell us you’re gay.”\n\n“Well, I am, I’m bi, but that’s not what I’m here to say. Ok, I better get on with it. I’m going to become a bimbo.”\n\n“Sweetie, you’re not a bimbo, you’re very smart,” Her mother reassured her. “A bimbo couldn’t get a PhD in Molecular Biology.”\n\n“That’s not what I meant. It has nothing to do with my intelligence, and it’s not an insult. I...want to be a dumb slut with fake tits, a fake ass, a spray tan and lip fillers. And maybe nipple piercings that show through my latex tube tops. I’m also thinking of going blond, or maybe get pink hair. It doesn’t seem like there’s a clear cut answer on the requirements. But it’s something I’ve dreamt about, yearned for all my life.” Gloria replied passionately.\n\nGloria’s parents looked uneasy. Her father downed his glass of wine.\n\nHer mother pressed forward, “But Gloria, you were an honors student. You participated in Phi Beta Kappa, and you’re a Fulbright Scholar. What about your accomplishments? Your dreams?”\n\n“Those were your dreams, mother. I’m going to resign my post at the university and move to a mansion in LA to live in a sex commune. I’ll probably not write, because I’ll be spending my days shopping, modeling, and getting tag teamed by gross old guys. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll become a famous Instagramer. I have to live my life on my own terms. I wanted to tell all of you first, then I’m going to tell my friends. There’s no point of talking me out of this. I’ve made my decision.”\n\nGloria’s parents were silent, until they weren’t. \n\n“Oh, Honey, I’m so proud of you!” Her father got up to hug her tightly, and her mother followed.\n\n“Our little girl, an Insta thot!” Her mother squealed.\n\nGloria’s sister took a photo of the family, and they spent the evinced discussing whether she should think about going for a D or E cup"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This guy only really wanted to be a coach so he could perv on hot girls working out. Well, turns out these cute 18 year olds are too horny for him to even handle...
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"content": "It wasn’t the noblest of causes but after the year he’d been having, he really didn’t give a shit. He started coaching at his towns university. His intent was to help the women’s soccer team to a better semester then they had previously...and to perv on the 18 year old freshmen too. \n\nTwo monthes later he sat in his office. Successful but also spent. The freshmen were hornier then he could ever imagine. He didn’t try to actually get anywhere with them and he was counting his lucky stars. \n\nEvery time he showed to practice, the conversations would cease right in the middle of a story. From roommate hook ups to masturbation, it seemed like they got off more then they actually went to class. \n\nThe topper on this experience came one day after practice in the locker room..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The plane’s delayed on the tarmac for hours. The flight attendants are out of snacks and drinks. To calm the upset passengers, they turn to more risque methods.
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"content": "“Desperate times call for desperate measures” \n\nDana said to her fellow flight attendants before going through the curtain. They watched as she tapped a well dressed man on the shoulder. He wasn’t a stud but he was a handsome older man with a light tinge of grey to his hair, a silver fox one might say. She leaned down and whispered something in his ear. \n\nHe looked around a little shocked and whispered something back in her ear. \n\n“Of course sir.”\n\nWithout missing a beat she scooted into the aisle and slid her panties off and handed them to him before walking out. She returned to her stunned co-workers. \n\n“Don’t worry there’s no one around that shouldn’t see stuff like that.”\n\n“C-can we just do that?”\n\nThey hadn’t noticed at first but even the pilot was standing among them. Dana shrugged. \n\n“Desperate times call for desperate measures. We have to make sure everything’s consensual of course and draw the line where necessary. Don’t back out on me now crew, im just one slut...I mean flight attendant...”\n\nShe smirked and looked around her co-workers. They thought for a moment and some of them stepped forward, almost eager to help."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The oldest profession: Tell me about a prostitute, and I'll write an encounter with one (or more?) of their clients.
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"content": "Name: Rosa\n\nHair: Long flowing black hair\n\nBody: As a the martial artist of the party, she generally has a more slim, toned figure compared to her companions.\n\nTalent: She “handle large foes with little difficulty” and “keep up in long fights even when exhausted”.\n\nPrice: Just a room to stay in, she forgot to put aside money for the Inn (again). And as the agreement between the Adventurers Guild and the Innkeepers Guild states; she can offer such services in place of payment, with the Innkeepers approval.\n\nSetting: Fantasy"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] write me an outrageous new law and I might write a story about it.
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"content": "Outrageous new law: after a series of setbacks for female reproductive rights, vaginas are ultimately declared \"property of the state\". All adult females are given microchip implants to monitor their vaginal activity. Males who wish to engage in sexual relations with females must get a chip of their own to ensure they are having licensed sex. Penalties for sex without a license are very steep.\n\nUsage licenses are required for any sexual activity with a vagina, and women are not in control over who can buy access to their sex organ. Licenses range from single day access all the way up to permanent. Single day licenses are fairly cheap, but \"exclusive permanent access\" licenses are very expensive and many husbands struggle to secure exclusive access to their wives' womanhoods. Men can only hold one non-permanent license at a time, so if a husband buys a 30 day license, there's nothing he can do to stop another man from buying the next month (or any other duration).\n\nSince there is no restriction on how many \\*permanent\\* licenses a person can have, many rich men tend to buy up a dozen or so, just to have some variety. More often than not, the licenses they buy are for young married women."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest/Femdom] When you asked the salesman for a music box with subliminal messages to "make your little brother more compliant so he could do stuff for you", he misinterpreted your request, and your baby brother is now a sub who is desperately in love with his big sister...
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"content": "(Content: older sibling turns brother into a sub unintentionally, but his sister makes contact first, making her the one in control.) \n\n Thomas sat in his dark vacant closet that was padded inside with a dark heavy blanket, through which no light passed. Inside the darkroom closet, with a small headlamp so that he could read, he marveled again over the card and wooden music box the weirdo salesman had given him for his 21st birthday. His heart raced and thoughts of a personal butler/ permanent and willing punching bag whirled in his mind. He also knew in his heart that magic wasn't real. His thoughts were split into two outcomes: Wasted money or having darren ( who had recently turned 18) as a slave for cleaning his room, doing his chores, and driving him around town.\n\n The card read: \"The music produced inside, coupled with your choice of DNA, will render one person into submission. Usable only once.\"\n\n From his pocket he removed a small bag of his younger brothers hair, inserted it into the music box, closed the lid, and grasped the crank. He hesistated. \n\n\"Here goes nothing.\"\n\n As the crank turned the box glowed a pale blue, light passed directly through the wood, it grew warm when the eerie music came from within and settled upon the stillness of the house. He didn't feel like anything happened, only that he was scared and feeling a little guilty. He sat the box in its hiding spot on the closet shelf and decided to try and lay down. After a few silent hours sleep came to him bearing dark and ominous dreams.\n\nPart: 2\n\nDarren stirred from his sleep and a sound like faint whispers, or perhaps singing in the dark, lingered. Deciding it was just a dream, Darren went for a glass of water in the bathroom across from his twin sister megans room, and found that it was locked when he tried the knob. He knocked.\n\n\"Just a minute,\" she said. \"I'm almost done... actually. Will you throw a roll of Teepee over this way? It's out again.\"\n\nDarren suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement, though he couldn't understand why. His feet carried him to the hall closet where the extra toilet paper was kept. HHe felt his erection pressing against his pants, still unsure of why he was feeling this way. When he returned the knob had been unlocked, and the door opened when he tried. He tossed the roll in the direction of the toilet and shower area, and before he closed the door he dared and took a peek inside. She met his gaze with her own.\n\n\"Darren! What the hell?\" She asked\"Why did you look in here?\"\n\nWithout thinking, he said. \"I don't get why, but I just have this feeling I wanted to look.\"\n\nHe reeled in surprise at his own admission! Why had he said that?\n\n\"Oh god,\" she said. \"I swear I just woke up from a dream, and this happened. Just exactly like this but it wasn't your face.\"\n\nSilence for a while, then Darren spoke. \"I just had the weirdest dream too. But you were in it.\" As he stood outside the door, spelling his desires out against his will, he could hardly stand the pressure of his erection against his pants. The door pulled open and crisp light came painfully into his eyes.\n\n\"Did your dream have anything to with this?\" \nShe was pointing at his erection.\n\n\"Yes.\" He said with his eyes looking down. \"It's why I couldn't get back to sleep.\" \n\nShe was wearing only a t-shirt, and though they were twins, she stood slightly taller than his stilted five feet nine inches. She was braless and her nipples were showing prominantly through her thin shirt, sticking out erect like tiny mountains of cotton fabric. He nearly sighed in frustration.\n\nHe tried to cover himself up, but her hand slipped over his cock before anything could be hidden from her.\n\n\"I can't sleep either. I don't know why you chose to tell me all of a sudden, but I've thought of this for a while now.\" \n\nShe grasped hold of his manhood like it were the reigns to a horse a guided him from the bathroom.\n\n\"You're gonna do exactly as I say and I'll give you what you want.\" She said. \"I've always wanted to keep things in the family, I just never thought it would come true.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\" He said. \"I'd love to be your toy.\" \n\nIt's was as if he was being led by a great Amazonian beauty. A woman so powerful he could only think of her satisfaction, and little else. She drew him into her bedroom and quickly shed her clothes. Her skin had become nice and soft over the years, tan and with little blemish. Her breasts shined in the light given off by her floor lamp. She sat upon her bed and spread her legs.\n\n\"Now get down on your knees and help me finish MY part of the dream. Get your fucking mouth over here.\"\n\nOn command he fell to his knees and, with his eyes still taking in every inch of his sisters once hidden figure, heeded her commands and crawled over to her bed, and dove into her warm fleshy pussy. \n\n\"That's my boy.\" She moaned. \"Think of all the fun were gonna have now that our secrets out between us!\"\n\nHer moans continued as she became wet while she orgasmed. Darren's face began to shine like her sweating breasts.\n\nHe felt fingers in his hair just before she jerked his head up into the air. Pain and pleasure had equal hold on his mind. She pulled him up into the air as she rose, pushed him down onto his back as she came down, and squatted over his erection. With a hard grip she slid his bare penis into her spit lubed pussy.\n\nHe was instantly trying not to cum, and losing the battle of willpower. \n\n\"That's right. That's my little cock now. I'll expose you as a pervert if you don't give me what I want when I want.\" She said as she bobbed up and down, grinding her hips and pinching his nipples. \"I've been on birth control for two years now, so don't hold back.\"\n\nHe groaned. \"I think I'm gonna come.\"\n\nThen, she reached out wide and brought her hand in fast to slap his face. \"Give me that cum. It's mine now, not yours.\"\n\nShe slapped him again and he started to cum. \n\n\"Ohhh yes.\" She said, pushing his cock as far as it would go inside. \"Must be a lot. I. Could feel the pressure.\" She reached for his balls while she rode him, taking a firm grip on them and making his erection pulse inside her.\n\n\"Good boy\" she said. \n\nThere was a knock on the door.\n\n\"Megan? Are you up?\" Said Thomas through the door. \"I'm having trouble sleeping. Weird dreams. I tried talking to Darren but... he's gone. It's weird. \"\n\nMegan made some unconvincing snoring sounds and contiued to sit on Darrens cock. Milking all she could out her her new family fuck toy. Her new reason to stay home on the weekends.\n\n\n\n(Opinions?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy hooks up with a relatively submissive girl at a club. What he doesn't know is that when someone cums inside her, her tits get bigger, her ass expands, and her other personality takes over...and she's a LOT more dominant.
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"content": "When they got home from the club, he jumped on her the second after she closed the door. He felt so lucky to finally go home with someone, especially someone like her. Blonde, petite with big eyes that seem to beg for him to command her.\n\n“Kneel.” He said blankly to her, and she immediately did, placing her face just in line with the bulge in his pants. She unbuckled his belt and removed his jeans with his boxers. His cock sprung free, grazing her lips. The situation, the sudden shiver he felt as the cool air brushed him, overwhelmed him with enjoyment and his head fell back with a sigh. It quickly became a groan as he felt the tip of his dick being engulfed by her.\n\nLooking down, he saw her red, pouty lips sucking the head with force. Her chicks hollowed as she applied more and more suction on it. She started to rock back and forth, taking him a bit further each time until his was lodged deep inside her throat. He grabbed her hair and started moving himself. He went all out from the first moment, fucking her face with quick but powerful thrusts, all while holding her head still, using it as a personal toy. He kept going until he had enough with their foreplay.\n\nHe pulled out from her mouth, giving her the ability to breath regularly again. He lifted her up, taking a long look at her while he was pulling her dress straps to the side, letting them fall. While still maintaining her adorable and innocent looks, she now had disheveled hair, flushed cheek-s and teary eyes. He knew she loved it.\n\nBy this point she was standing in front of him in her underwear. A see-through bra and a pink thong. It was obvious that despite her obedience, she was just as involved as him. By this point, he wasn’t even thinking. Guided only by his need to be inside her, he led her to the kitchen counter. He flipped her to face away from him, pushed her panties to the side, and entered her in one swift motion. They moaned in unison as he buried himself in her, holding it still to let them adjust to their new situation. He placed one hand on her back, pushing her onto the counter and held her there. With the other he grabbed her hair, pulling it backwards so her face would face forward.\n\nAt first he slowly rocked his hips, but within a minute or two he got back to his frenzy, pumping in and out with reckless abandon. He could hear her trying to stifle her moans, trying to be the most obedient toy, her submissive demeanor only furthered him into his climax.\n\nA few minutes later, he could feel his semen traveling to the tip of his dick, pushing its way out and giving him a mind blowing orgasm. With a goran he exploded into her, each twitch of his cock releasing insane amounts of cum. She finally broke her silence, thrashing around while mumbling incoherently. He could feel her convulsing around him as he continued to pump her.\n\nIt took them some time to calm down from their orgasms, but like all good things even that came to an end. He pulled out of her, letting his cum drip from her, trickling down on her leg and the floor. She rushed to the bathroom, probably to clean herself up.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nHe was leaning against the counter when she came out of the bathroom. While he could still recognize her, she was completely different. From a head shorter than him, she was almost a head above him now. Her tits went from barely a handful to massive. So did her ass, from a tight and small, it became big and wide, almost double its original size. She still had the same face, but her expression completely changed. He could only describe it as ‘from prey to predator’.\n\nShe walked towards him, her eyes not leaving his, making him anxious and uncomfortable. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him into a hard kiss, her tongue penetrating his mouth. With the other she forcefully tugged on his shriveled dick, edging the point between pain and pleasure. He so stunned he didn’t even realize her hand was oiling his dick as she jerked it back to life.\n\nWhen she was satisfied with his growth, she forcefully pushed him down to the floor, making him lie still. She quickly got atop him, aligning her new big ass with his cock. She enveloped him in one swift motion, causing him to moan in pleasure.\n\n“Do I have to silence you as well?” she asked, but she didn’t expect him to answer. He was so lost in the feeling, writhing underneath her. She put her head on his mouth and with the other she massaged her tits and tweaked her nipples.\n\nShe practically jumped on his cock as she was riding him, letting it out to the tip and sinking it back in. She rode him for what seemed like hours, keeping him on edge for the entire time, not letting him cum. By the point her orgasm hit he was thrashing under her, begging to cum with his puppy eyes. But she wouldn’t let him. The moment her orgasm ended she leapt off him, making sure not to let him cum. A groan of frustration ensued, but she couldn’t care less.\n\n“If you’ll behave and be a good, obedient toy, I might let you cum. Now go to the bedroom, I want to sit on your face for a while.”\n\n>Comments / criticism / small-talk are all welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fuck the pain away
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"content": "They don't have any classes together but they keep seeing each other around campus, making eye contact as they pass each other in the hallways, or through the window of a classroom, or in the food halls, or in the parking lot, etc. They've never interacted in any way at all, but after some time, they find themselves thinking about each other a lot, and although they are unaware of the others thoughts, they become endless fuel for each other's endless sexual fantasies. \n\nWhile at the end of a long week of intense studying in preparation for exams, one day they're both feeling incredibly horny. And they happen to make eye contact in the quiet peaceful library. And in that moment, both of them simultaneously decide to just go for it.\n\n(lust sounds like least heavy of the three, haha. Hope you end up feeling okay soon!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] While visiting the supermarket someone came across a label that said "Orgasmic Blueberries". Thinking that it was merely a mistake in the label, they brought home a box... And soon discovered that the blueberries weren't mislabeled after all.
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"content": "\"Mary, are those your blueberry muffins? Bless your heart, they're so ... homemade!\" \n\nSuck a dick, bitch, Mary thought, but smiled instead. \"Thank you Martha, I think they turned out wonderfully! Are those your lemon bars? They're such a vibrant yellow! Just like the lemon mix at the grocery store - you must have worked so hard!\" \n\nThe two young housewives smiled daggers at each other. It was the week before the annual bake sale at St. Valentine's Catholic Church, and Mary was planning to finally put this blonde cunt in her place. She had been insufferable ever since Mary and Juan, her husband, had joined the church, constantly putting her down and trying to cut her out of social events. At first Mary had tried to be friends, but after six weeks she gave up. It was time to show who was top dog. \n\nAnd she had the perfect ingredient to do it - organic, local blueberries from the farmers market near their house. The stall where she'd bought them hadn't been a typical market stall - the woman who ran it wore a big, broad brimmed hat and mostly sold herbs. Mary figured it was one of those homeopathy things - her husband was a surgeon and neither of them put much stock in that. However, when she'd seen the blueberries she'd gone straight for them. The woman had smiled and winked at her, and told her to \"Have fun!\" Mary had nodded and run off - no one else would think to shop at a stall like this for baking supplies, and she was going to crush the competition, especially that bitch Martha. \n\nNow it was the adults only \"presale\", where church leaders and organizers could try different baked goods and decide which ones to feature most prominently next week. In theory this was an intimate, friendly get together. But the competition was getting fierce. \n\n\"Muffin, Father Ted?\" Mary asked. \"They're all organic!\" She knew Father Ted cared about his health. He worked out religiously, and maintained a trim figure. Paired with his salt and pepper hair and ready smile, she often wondered how he had ended up in the priesthood when he could have been fucking half the nuns in the local convent. \n\nFather Ted smiled and tried one, the small muffin vanishing into his mouth in just a few bites. \"Oh my Mary, these are delicious! I don't think I've had a muffin like this in ages. Sara, James, you must try Mary's muffins, they are fantastic!\"\n\nMary grinned as a crowd began to gather around her tray of muffins. Martha was glaring at her from down the table, desperately trying to hawk her lemon bars and not getting much of a response. That's right you slut, Mary thought, we'll see who's going to raise the most money next week! She tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder. \n\nFather Ted had finished his muffin, but now he was looking a bit flushed. \"Are you ok, father?\" Mary asked. \"Can I get you anything?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"I'm quite alright,\" he said. \"Just need to sit a bit, I think. I'm going to take a seat in my office for a moment, I'll be back.\" He headed off down the hallway. \n\nMary frowned and poured a glass of water, eating a muffin herself. They were fantastic, each blueberry an explosion of flavor on her tongue, a tiny wave of heat. But she should probably check on Father Ted, if her muffins put the priest out of commission, she could say goodbye to even participating in the bake sale. She took another muffin, along with the glass of water, and headed to the office. \n\nHis door was shut, but she didn't bother to knock, sweeping it open. \"Father, are you al- oh my!\" \n\nThe priest was laying on the couch beside his desk, his dark pants rolled down to his knees and his big, proud cock out on his lap. \"Mary!\" he cried out. \"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop...\" \n\nMary should have been disgusted, but instead she found herself staring at the priest's cock. It was quite impressive. And she'd always been attracted to Father Ted, along with half the women in the congregation. \"Its ok Father,\" she said. The heat from the blueberries in her mouth seemed to have transferred itself between her legs. She closed the door behind her and began to stalk toward him. \"Can I offer you another muffin?\" \n\n\"Oh, Mary, maybe, um, let me pull myself together...\" \n\n\"That's quite alright Father, stay as you are.\" She put the muffin on the table beside the couch and gently unfastened her skirt. She tossed it aside, revealing her beautifully toned legs, the product of long hours of barre classes. His beautiful face, etched with concern, looked up at her. Suddenly she knew exactly where she wanted that face. \n\nDaintily she stepped out of her thin white panties, tossing them in a heap with her skirt. She placed a hand in Father Ted's curls and hoisted leg leg over him, straddling his face. She could feel herself dripping onto him. His cock was standing at full mast, aimed straight at the ceiling.\n\n\"Bless me Father, for I am about to sin,\" she said, grinning wickedly. She dropped herself onto his face. And got the surprise of her life as a very skilled tongue burrowed up into her wet cleft. Clearly this wasn't his first time around a pussy - maybe she wasn't wrong about those nuns after all. \n\nHer hands tangled in his hair, using it as reins as she bucked and rode him. He was tireless, lapping away as she ground herself down onto him. Ten, fifteen minutes passed as she rode him to a whole series of shattering orgasms. Finally, she thought about his poor manhood, which ducked and weaved about, stiff as a fishing rod, while she rode his face. She lifted herself up with her calves and spun around on the couch. Now she was facing his cock, and Father Ted was getting a grand view of her pussy and tiny, winking asshole. \n\nAs she leaned forward to take his shaft in her mouth, the good Father did not neglect her. His tongue swept over her, covering not just her slit but the tiny hole between her cheeks. \"Oh my God, Father!\" she groaned. No one had ever done that to her before. It was so naughty. She slid his shaft between her lips as he also went to town on her behind. The sensation was electric, unlike anything she'd ever felt. \n\nIt was only another few minutes of working that cock before she felt it begin to pulse. Ever obliging to the needs of the clergy, she forced her head down, sliding it as best she could down her throat as it fired her after her of warm cum into her. At the same time, she felt that devilishly skilled tongue work it's way inside her ass, just as a finger teased her clit and set off another orgasm of her own. The two moaned into each other, each adding to the other's pleasure with their own. At last, Mary slipped off him and fell to the floor. \n\nIt took another few minutes for the two to recuperate, and Mary suddenly realized no one was manning her muffins at the table out in the church lobby. With a cry she started hastily dressing, throwing on her clammy wet panties and skirt before apologizing to the still discombobulated Father Ted (and giving him a last smoldering glance). As she reached the door though, she could hear the rhythmic slaps of flesh on flesh and the soft moans and cries of the other church committee members coming down the hall. Well, there was no need to rush back, she thought. And it sounded like the muffins had been quite the hit!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Bust out the broad brushes and thesaurus, it's time to write your shittiest, smuttiest fan fiction. Characters should probably resemble the originals in name only, and definitely keep people over 18.
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"content": "Tags: Furry, Gangbang, Triple Penetration, Bukkake 18+, these characters are 1000s of years old\n\nThe sun is shining in Care-a-Lot. It's a beautiful day in the kingdom in the clouds. Funshine Bear and Swiftheart Rabbit and playing hopscotch. Braveheart Lion is trying to keep track of Hugs and Tugs, the rambunctious duo never seems to rest! And Grumpy Bear...\n\nGrumpy Bear is trying to sleep, but everyone's just so loud!\n\n\"Can you please keep it down?\" he growls, but it is no use. The Caring Meter starts to ring, and everyone gathers around it.\n\"Oh no!\" gasps Funshine Bear, \"A young woman is in trouble. It seems that she doesn't care anymore!\"\n\n\"Isn't that out of our jurisdiction?\" asks Smart-Heart Bear.\n\"Everyone should be able to care!\" exclaims Share Bear.\n\nFunshine Bear nods. \"Yes, this woman has lost all emotion in her life, relying on nothing but meaningless...what is this?\" They look at the star telescope to see her in her daily life. \"Wrestling maybe?\"\n\n\"She seems to be managing without us.\" notes Grumpy Bear.\n\n\"Either way, the Caring Meter went off, so we need to make sure she cares.\"\n\nThe Care Bears nodded in unison. They had a job to do, and they must.\n\nThey beamed down to the woman’s apartment. She stared at them for a moment, blinking.\n\n“Wow, this is some strong shit. I have to thank my dealer next time.”\n\n“No need to swear!” Exclaimed Funshine Bear. “We are most certainly real! Chrissy, we’re the Care Bears!”\n\nChrissy stood up, and reached over to touch Funshine Bear’s hair. “My god, you *are* real!”\n\n“Of course we are,” Grumpy Bear mumbled.\n\n“I don’t appreciate your attitude Mr. Bear,” Chrissy chided.\n\n“Please, Mr. Bear was my father.” Grumpy Bear replied. The woman and the bear locked eyes, there was already something there. Anger, passion...lust.\n\n“We’re here to make you care again!” Brave Heart Lion interjected.\n\nChrissy glared at them. “The last time you tried that, I made a deal with Satan, then dated him! Or have you forgotten? Well there’s nothing you can do about that. There’s only one thing I care about, and I doubt any of you could give it to me!”\n\nThe Care Bears has actually forgotten that this was the plot to their sequel movie (no one saw that), and felt ashamed.\n\n“We’ll certainly try!” Swiftheart Rabbit replied eagerly, thumping her foot.\n\n“Well, unless you’re willing to let me fuck all of you, I’m not interested.”\n\nThere were blank stares among them.\n\n“We...don’t do that with humans.” Braveheart Lion replied.\n\n“But, if it helps you, Chrissy, we’ll make an exception.” \n\nChrissy smiled seductively. “Good, because I want all of you.”\n\nThe Care Bears eyes widened. But, Chrissy was a gorgeous woman. One of the more tolerable looking ones at least, all humans were ugly to the Care Bears. \n\nThey stepped forward, and Chrissy knelt down, petting the Care Bears band cousins. She knelt down and with her tongue bent down and started to suck each Bear’s cock. (Except for Swiftheart, Of course, but Chrissy was equal opportunity, she made sure to use her nimble tongue on her secret garden.)\n\nAs the Care Bears were aroused, they moaned in a collective groan of pleasure, their cocks doubling in size to almost human levels. They rainbow colored bulges were thick and throbbing as Chrissy took two in each hand while sucking one at a time. Grumpy Bear was getting impatient. He walked over to her backside and ripped off her skirt, exposing her wet and glistening Inner Goddess. It was pink and dewy and soft like a cloud. \n\nGrumpy Bear spread her legs open and inserted a finger inside her, then another as he heard a soft moan escape her moth. Soon, he had his whole paw in and out of her pussy, while Funshine Bear was sucking on her titties, and Swiftheart was licking her button. \n\nGrumpy Bear’s thick blue cock was ready to claim her. “Are you ready for this Chrissy?” Be growled.\n\n“Give it to me, Grumpy!” She moaned, and felt his thick fleshy member sliding deep inside her, thrusting wildly. He pushed her face down on the carpeted floor and started pounding away while she had Braveheart Lion’s girthy cock in her mouth. Chrissy was grateful CareBear anatomy was so similar to humans.\n\nChrissy moaned in pleasure, tears streaming from her eyes. However, this wasn’t enough for Grumpy.\n\n“I need your asshole,” Grumpy declared, as he started to play with it. He spit into her hole, giving off a thick secretion from his glands with the same chemical consistency as lube. As he kept working her ass with his fingers, he kept fucking her gently, causing her to see stars. \n\nWhen she was ready, he inserted into her ass, while her pussy was now fair game for the others to use. As Grumpy Bear pounded her tight starfish, she screamed in pleasure. Soon, all her holes were being pounded by the small but ferocious protectors of Care-a-Lot.\n\n“Tell me you care!” Grumpy Bear shouted as he kept pumping inside of her. The others were matching in pace, their stomachs beginning to glow.\n\n“I care, oh God, I care!” Chrissy moaned, her mouth open wide, slobber running out, until it was filled again, her pussy aching as more Care Bears took turns. She had come not one, but almost three times already in waves and she didn’t want it to stop. Their stomachs were blinding now, she had to shield her eyes with her arms.\n\nSuddenly, she felt a bright blast of heat. Light hotter than anything she could imagine, like a blast from the sun. She screamed in terror, but as the light enveloped her, she felt calm. Peace. She opened her eyes to see the Care Bears look spent, the light of their stomachs dimming. It seemed she had experienced a Care Bear Stare bukkake.\n\nAnd she wanted to do that again.\n\nBraveheart Lion panted, “You sure we’re a tough one!” He wrung the fluids out of his prehensile tail.\n\n“We’re glad we could help you learn to care!” Funshine Bear added, getting up and drying off his fur.\n\nGrumpy Bear gave her a nod. “If you ever need us, just call for us.”\n\nChrissy blew them a kiss. “Oh, I’m sure I will”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Trying to get back to writing. Prompt me?
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"content": "The shy girl at the office has a crush on you. Everyone knows it, you know it, and she's really cute and petite and you like her butt in a tight skirt so you ask her out. She comes to the cafe wearing a dark coat and a red choker and leather boots, you guys hit it off, and then you're back at your place. She's half your height and you can't wait to fuck.\n\n She slides out of the coat to reveal that she's only wearing leather straps that barely cover her. She smiles and pulls out a riding crop. \"If you have any condoms, you can throw them out right now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Welcome to Núdes, where you eat your meal right of our waitress' naked bodies. Would you like to try our specials menu today?
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"content": "All comments are appreciated! :)\n\nChris entered the small room and sat down hesitantly on the cushioned chair provided for him in front of a large table, covered with a red silk table cloth upon which lay a small pillow on one end. The restaurant had only recently opened and a review had piqued his curiosity. While expensive it had a few quirks that had caught his attention, besides money was no object to him anyway. His fame had brought him more wealth than he knew what to do with and he was bored of conventional pass times.\n\nThere was a sharp knock on the door before it swung open, allowing a tall blonde woman wearing a flowing blue dress to enter and bow slightly while handing him an open menu.\n\n“Welcome to Núdes.” She said with a warm smile, “We’re honored to have you here this evening, can I get you anything to drink? Perhaps you would like to see our wine list?”\n\n“No, that’s alright thank you, I’ll just have a beer please.” Answered Chris, “Oh, and a bottle of whiskey with a shot glass.”\n\nThe woman nodded her head, “Of course sir, now please take a look at the menu and I’ll be right back with your drinks, then we can get started.”\n\nShe bowed her head and backed out of the room, closing the door behind her softly. Chris took a deep breath and looked down at the menu and his eyes widened. It was unlike any menu he had ever seen with very few food choices, instead boasting a list of ‘Specials’ that seemed to be tools rather than anything edible.\n\n‘The Shocker: Tease your platter with our selection shocking tools including a taser and more.’\n\n‘Locked up: Reposition and shackle your platter with our assortment of cuffs and chains.’\n\n‘Have some fun: Torture your platter with a variety of ticklish tools.’\n\n‘Vibration supreme: Choose from our vast collection of toys to please your platter with.’\n\n‘The fetish special: You name it, we probably have it, request something or we can bring it all.’\n\nHe took another deep breath, his heart beating faster and faster as he read through the menu. Closing the menu and setting it down on the table he heard another knock and the blonde woman entered again, taking his drinks off the tray she carried and placing them in front of him.\n\n“Before I take your order sir, you will need to pick your platter.” Announced the woman, clapping her hands and prompting four naked individuals to walk in through the open door.\n\nChris allowed his eyes to sweep over them, one by one, up and down. The first was blonde as well, with blue eyes and an athletic figure, she couldn’t have been more than five and a half feet tall and his attention was immediately drawn to her breasts, they were perfectly round and he guessed roughly double Ds.\nStanding next to her was a red head, slightly taller than the first woman but of a similar athletic build, her breasts were quite a bit smaller and her pale skin resembled ivory in the dull light of the room. She had green eyes and a cheeky look on her freckled face, flashing her gaze upwards she looked at him and winked.\nThe third woman had dark skin with hair to match, her brown eyes looked deep in to his, maintaining eye contact while she smiled softly, allowing her teeth to shine through the crack in her lips. She was taller than the blonde, a little shorter than the red head and did not seem as toned as the previous two, instead Chris admired the curves of her body, her wide hips teased a perfect round butt and he let his eyes linger over her chest before moving on.\nThe last option was a tall, muscular man with tan skin and brown hair, he flexed and smiled, winking slyly at Chris and licking his lips.\n\n“Do any of our platters take your interest, sir?” Asked the waitress, her voice cutting through the silence and causing Chris to reposition himself in his chair before pouring a shot of whiskey, drinking it immediately and letting the burning sensation calm him.\n\n“I’ll take all of them, as for food, I’ll have the veal, but take your time bringing it.” He answered, bringing out his wallet, removing his card and handing it to the woman, “I’ll also take every special on the menu. Go ahead and charge me in advance.”\n\nThe woman paused for a second with a shocked look on her face before nodding and walking out of the room, letting the door click shut behind her.\n\nThe ‘platters’ all looked slightly confused as well but wasted no time in bowing to him. The blonde was the first to look up and asked, “Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you order all of us? Who would you like to eat from?”\n\n“I don’t have much of an appetite just yet.” He said, smiling and taking a sip from his beer.\n\nThere was a knock on the door once again and in came 4 men, all of them carrying a chest in each arm. They placed the chests down next to the far wall, opened them and left.\n\nChris ignored the boxes for now and stood up, walking over to the man, taking his arm and leading him to the table, he motioned for the man to lie down and then walked back, taking the red heads hand and instructing her to climb on the the table as well.\n\n“I want to you sit on his face, and I want you to eat her pussy until I tell you to stop, understood?” He ordered, they both nodded and the redhead swung her leg over the mans head, he pushed his face between her legs and almost immediately she flinched, putting her head back and placing her hand on the mans head, grabbing his hair.\n\nWalking towards the two remaining platters, Chris motioned for the dark skinned woman to stand up. He reached down, letting his fingers part the lips of her pussy, gently rubbing her while his other hand reached up to massage her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers before beckoning over the blonde and pushing both women to their knees, slowly undoing his pants and letting his already hard cock slip out. The women took the hint and started sucking, first the blonde, teasing the tip with her tongue ever so slightly while the black woman kissed his shaft. Putting his head back, he closed his eyes while behind him he could hear the moans of the redhead getting louder.\n\nHe looked down, the blonde was now greedily sucking on his cock, drooling over his shaft as the black woman licked up his pre cum from the blondes chin, reaching down to play with herself while she did. Placing his hands on the back of the blondes head he pulled her close to him, forcing his cock down her throat, feeling it convulse around him as she choked, unable to pull her head back. After a second he released his grip, pushing the blonde away and taking hold of the black womans head, forcing it down his throbbing shaft as well.\n\n“Enough, now suck his dick. I want you to choke on it.” He called to the table, the man let his head fall back on to the table and the redhead, after sitting on top of him for a moment shaking, slowly edged herself backwards until she could take him in her mouth, starting slow before forcing her head down, gagging on his manhood.\n\nLetting the black womans head go, Chris instructed her to kiss the blonde, as she gasped for air, tears streaming down her face she smiled and obliged. He watched for a moment, stroking himself before making his way to the chests and wondered what he should start with.\n\nLet me know if you would like me to write more!"
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"content": "I liked your story and a lot of the *concepts* in it. I was hoping that big twist would come around at some point, and I wasn’t disappointed. I don’t know if you’d want more CC, but as a whole it worked as a pretty good smutty MMO adventure. \n\nI thought your epilogue had a decent jumping off point, with Kyle meeting Brandon again, to go and meet Sam. \n\nPerhaps Kyle really does want what’s best for Saya, and goes and meets Sam to try and break the curses placed on her. This could go a few ways. Maybe he manages to convince Sam to free Saya, or at least let them visit each other, or allows Kyle to join as another member of the party after demonstrating his strength.\n\nIf you want to take a darker route, I was thinking that Kyle would still meet up with Sam, but falls to his Charisma as well. Either he gets used by them as is, or perhaps there’s a rare body-changing potion for them to use on Kyle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman, desperately embarrassed at her enormous chest, hiding it with tightly bound sports bands, finally decides to give in to a man she's been desperate for, only to pull his pants down to find the exact same bands, wrapping tightly around his waist, and the fabric is ready to tear...
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"content": "Katie was exhausted. After class all day, combined with volleyball practice and marching band, her legs and arms were exhausted. But her legs and arms weren’t what was really bothering her. Her massive chest, compressed as it was by the athletic tape she used to keep it restrained and relatively normal-looking, had been aching for hours. Even worse, her nipples had been rubbing against the rough tape and they’d been shooting bolts of sore pleasure through her since the early afternoon. \n\nDespite the foul mood that had hung over Katie like a cloud for most of the day, she breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped into her dorm room on the sixth floor of the university’s Jess Hall. She peeked through the bathroom door, ensuring that the male student she shared the bathroom with wasn’t present, then threw the door open and stepped inside. Katie’s hands scrambled to unwrap the compression tape that, to her, seemed to be getting tighter and tighter by the second. Finally the tape came loose, and Katie gasped as it scraped her nipples as they came free. She braced herself against the shower stall with one hand for a moment as she caught her breath, then glanced in the mirror attached to the opposite wall. She rolled her eyes in the mirror, hating the look of the comically huge breasts that bounced and wobbled on her chest, seemingly of their own accord. She turned, using one hand to twist the shower’s hot water knob, and after a moment, she stepped into the steam.\n\nKatie allowed the hot water to wash over her and groaned as the stress of the day melted away. She lathered herself in soap, taking care to massage the hard-to-reach undersides of her large breasts, as well as all the usual places. She massaged shampoo into her long, flowing hair, before ducking back under the water and allowing the soap to wash away.\n\nAs the last suds swirled down the drain, Katie heard a door slam and realized that Sam, her neighbor, must be home.\n\nKatie turned off the water and allowed the last of the spray to drip off her body for a moment, and was about to open the stall door when she heard the bathroom door knob jiggle. She froze, staring through the crack in the shower door as Sam strolled into the shared bathroom space. He was clearly in a foul mood, slamming the bathroom door behind him as he entered.\n\nKatie realized with a start that her discarded clothes and bust wrap were still sitting on the floor near her bathroom door, and watched in horror as Sam nudged the pile with his toe.\n\n\"Stupid Katie, leaving her stuff everywhere.\" he grumbled to himself, and Katie quietly sighed in relief as her presence went undetected.\n\nSame began to undo his belt, and despite herself Katie watched with interest. She had always been curious about Sam's... size… which she reasoned was due to his small physical stature and not any sexual attraction. At least that's what she told herself.\n\nKatie refocused and saw that Sam's pants had fallen away, and blinked in confusion as she saw that his lower abdomen was wrapped in athletic wrap, notably similar to her own. Same turned, and Katie's eyes widened as she saw the outline of a huge... thing, pressed against his abdomen. That couldn't be his penis, she reasoned, it was far too large. It had to be something else… right?\n\nWith a loud tear the wrap split, and Sam’s erect cock sprung free. Katie’s mouth fell open in amazement as she gazed at the throbbing slab of meat before her. It had to be at least a foot long, and looked as large in diameter as her bicep. The head was bulbus, and a drip of moisture emerged from the tip as Katie watched. Sam moaned, plainly relieved at being free from his constraint. He stretched, raising his arms above his head and standing on his tip-toes, and as he did, his massive member also stretched upward and Katie gasped as the veins on Sam’s thick shaft actually bulged as blood that had been restricted by the wrap finally flowed freely.\n\nKatie froze, trying to cover her mouth with her hand as the gasp slipped free, but it was too late. Sam glanced at the shower stall, and Katie glanced around in a panic, trying to find something, anything to hide behind or cover herself with. There was nothing.\n\nSam threw the stall door open, then stared at Katie, his mouth opening slightly as he oogled her massive bust. Katie threw up her hands, trying to cover her chest and groin at the same time as she fell into a semi-crouch.\n\n“Sam!” she yelled as he stood frozen in the doorway. “Stop staring you perv!” Sam blinked suddenly and turned, his face flushing red as he realized what had happened. Despite her embarrassment, Katie couldn’t help hear the solid *smack* Sam’s cock made as it bumped the porcelain wall of the shower as he spun. \n\n“Sorry, sorry, sorry!!!” Sam yelped as he fled the bathroom, abandoning his pants and torn wrappings all together as the door to his room slammed and locked behind him.\n\n“Sam, wait!” Katie tried to yell, but he was already gone. She sat back, dropping to the floor as she tried to process the events of the last few moments. She still couldn’t believe how huge Sam was, especially compared to his relatively unimpressive physical stature, and despite the fact that he was a bit of a nerd, she couldn’t deny that she was attracted to his… asset. The heat and wetness between her legs more than confirmed her theory, and as the image of Sam’s cock flashed through her mind again and again, she realized she had to have it.\n\nKatie knew that Sam was probably far too embarrassed for even her massive breasts to convince him right now, so she began to towel off, a plot slowly coming together in her mind. She pulled a t-shirt that was four sizes too big over her head, allowing it to fall to her hips in a mockery of a skirt. Katie glared at Sam’s door, before an impish grin spread slowly across her face.\n\nShe had a plan.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Author's Note: Hoping to do a continuation of this one with more direct sexiness, but wanted to post what I have so far. Hope you enjoy!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she enters the bar early to find that a seat has a vibrating dildo sticking out of it. A sign next to it reads "for every minute you sit here without being caught we'll put ten dollars on your bank account. Good luck ladies ;)"
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"content": "**Story contains:** >!anal, semi-realistic fantasy, cum facial!<\n&nbsp;\n***\nPart One\n&nbsp;\n\nJillian had been thinking about the cutesy little card since she happened to pull out that grubby bar stool. She'd never been in this bar before, but after twenty minutes it was obvious her date had stood her up. \n\nIt wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. Men only ever wanted to hook-up and no one was interested in dating anymore. She wanted to grieve into her vodka and cranberry, but she had been far too distracted. *for every minute you sit here without getting caught we'll put ten dollars on your bank account. Good luck ladies...* She had read the little card a few times now, and she had since gone to the restroom twice, first to wipe the chubby trembling phallus down with soapy water and then a second time to be sure it was clean and dry. \n\nA single-bedroom apartment and attending community college on bookshop cashier's salary, meant instant ramen for dinner most nights. This card was offering easy money. Of course, it could've been just a trick. \n\nThe bar wasn't exactly what she would consider classy, but it did have some bohemian appeal, the walls were covered in rustic wooden panels streaked with bright oranges and blues, sections of the floor were decorated with vintage rugs, and it was furnished with raw wooden chairs and tables. The patrons were mostly bearded and tattooed men, not the biker types, but the artistic ones; culinarians and poets, with some blue-collar, salt-of-the-earth folks peppered between them. The bar was also unfortunately crowded, far from a tight squeeze, but there were enough people to make Jillian feel a touch claustrophobic. She could barely hear the notes of the jangly guitar streaming through the speakers over the murmur of the crowd. \n\nDespite the risk, Jillian had been staring in the direction of the stool for what seemed like eons. She knew what it was at glance, but her experience with vibrators was limited. She knew if she sat down on that thing she'd be cumming in a matter minutes. She'd squirm and whimper and scream and then the whole bar would know. She had always been sensitive. \n\nAfter a few more minutes of intense staring, her palms were starting to sweat, and her mouth was going dry. She took another steady sip from her over-diluted drink. Still, she hadn't resolved to do much about it until a petite blonde girl stopped in front of the *special* stool, and paused there a moment before walking deeper into the bar. Her heart was pounding. If she was going do it had to be now. She only needed to sit there a half-hour, a half-hour was almost a week's worth of pay, and a half-hour would be enough. All she had to do was sit on a chubby pink plastic cock, no bigger than five inches or so. All she had to do was *SIT,* she reasoned. Then a sudden and down-right devious thought took hold of her mind. Her ass could be the answer. She was even less experienced with anal than she was vibrators, but it had to less sensitive than her pussy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elderly husband and wife are suddenly reverted back to the days of their youth, right before they had gotten married. However, where their age decreased, their libido suddenly and unexpectedly increased.
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"content": "Beverly awoke from her sleep and didn't recognize the curtains by the window. They were drab, purely functional, and yet appropriate for the beige-painted wall. *Oh right,* she thought, *the hotel.* As she rose from the bed and peeled back the sheets, she looked into a wall mirror and gasped. All the wrinkles and sagging skin, the sunspots on her face: gone. She pinched her cheek to make sure the reflection was her, and winced as her reflection blushed. Her blue-gray hair was replaced with lush, shiny auburn locks, hanging just below her shoulders. She traced her finger along the silver chain and pendant her husband gave her, so long ago. The woman in the mirror looked exactly like her, only fifty years younger.\n\n\"Larry, Larry!\" she whispered, reaching behind her to wake her husband. When he didn't stir, she turned around and shook his upturned shoulder. Larry turned over onto his back and yawned. She almost jumped out of the bed when she saw his rugged features and broad chest. His dark curly hair framed his angled face, and she cupped his stubbled cheek. He was transformed as well. \n\nLarry opened his eyes and smiled at her, then placed his hand over hers. \"Good morning, love,\" he said mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He stroked her arm and her skin turned to goose flesh under his touch. \"You look marvelous.\"\n\n\"Marvelous? I look amazing! I feel-\" Beverly interrupted herself and thought about her feelings. There was a warmth in her chest, something vaguely familiar but elusive. It grew as Larry's strong hand moved to her hip, then to her thigh. She took a deep breath and her pajama top slid over her sensitive nipples, sending shivers over her body. Beverly looked down at him and saw the other half of the pendant that matched hers. \"You still wear it,\" she said softly.\n\n\"Every day, love. Always.\" Larry sat up and embraced her, planting a firm kiss on her lips. She melted in his arms and opened her mouth, inviting him in. He accepted. His tongue played with hers, rolling around each other, tasting the hot love between them. \"Oh god, Larry,\" she moaned as he broke the kiss and moved lower, to her neck. He licked under her jaw and she leaned back, giving him more access. Beverly didn't remember but her body did, moving slowly to straddle his lap. \n\nLarry rested his hands on her ass and she began to grind on him as he kneaded her cheeks. She held onto his neck and leaned back, letting him sink lower onto her chest. He bit one side of her top and pulled with his teeth, undoing the small snaps, one by one. \n\n\"Yes, Larry, yes,\" she whispered, holding his head as he sucked on a hard nipple. She forgot how playful they used to be, but her memories came rushing back with each flick of his tongue, circling her dark skin. Beverly could feel him growing harder between her legs and her panties began to stick to her dampening pussy. Her hips slid up and down, scratching a long-neglected itch that she hadn't felt in decades. \"Oh God, Larry, that feels so good,\" she said, raking her fingers over his back. \n\nHis hands traveled down her ass and he touched her pussy from behind. She could still feel his finger through her panties and pajamas, but wanted to feel more. She pushed against his chest and slid own his legs, then shimmied out of her clothes. Larry unbuttoned his bottom and pulled it down, letting his hard cock spring to life. Beverly laid down on the bed and began to stroke him, feeling his hot member throb in her hand. When she reached his head, she rubbed the underside with her thumb, and Larry groaned with pleasure. Pre-cum oozed from his cock and she worked it back over his shaft until it was slick. \n\nBeverly spread her legs and pulled on his cock, leading him to her pussy. She ran her fingers through her dark pubic hair and pulled her juices into them. Larry knelt between her legs and massaged her inner thighs. She arched her back as his hands roamed, fingers getting closer to her sex. She bit her lip and wrapped her legs around him, nudging him closer. He took the hint and guided his cock to her wet entrance.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" he asked, rubbing her clit with slow circles. \n\nShe pulled him in with her feel and her lips spread over his cock. \"Oh, god, oh god that feels so good,\" she moaned. Larry was motionless, letting her get used to his girth. Beverly clutched the pillow behind her and rocked her hips, taking more of him into her. Every inch sent more pleasure over her body, until her toes were curling. \n\nHe leaned into her and she arched her back as his pushed himself all the way down. He wrapped his arms under her shoulders and nibbled on her neck as he slowly built a rhythm. Beverly began to pant and moan with each thrust feeling better than the last. The heat from his chest radiated over hers and she delighted wherever their skin touched. She felt a knot tighten somewhere in her groin, a warm tension between her legs that was growing in intensity. The feeling of his cock, filling her completely made her gasp and smile with desire. She reached up and caressed his cheek. He looked like he was close.\n\n\"I want to cum together, love,\" he said between breaths. \"I'm almost there.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" she replied, then the knot in her belly released and she trembled in ecstasy. \"Oh god, I'm cumming!\" she exclaimed. She could feel every nerve and muscle twitching uncontrollably, her pussy gripping his cock even harder. He grunted and thrusted one more time, shooting a ribbon of cum deep inside her. Larry fell on her, his weight like a warm blanket. They were both were sweaty and panting as she ran her fingers through his hair. \n\n\"I don't know what magic this place has,\" she said, \"but I *like* it. I feel like we haven't made love like that in ages.\"\n\nLarry kissed her temple and then walked to the bathroom. She admired his taut ass and slick cock, happy to know that it was her cream that covered it. As her body cooled, she pulled the bedsheet over herself and closed her eyes. Larry returned, wearing a bathrobe. Seeing her asleep, he quietly put on his pajamas and left the room. Outside, the nurses at the station where blushing.\n\n\"Thanks for the blue pills,\" he said to them. A nurse handed him a paper cup with water and he took it with his wrinkled, mottled hands. \"They really work wonders.\" He stared back at her closed door and sighed. He clutched the silver necklace around his neck and played with the pendant. \"I hope she's happy now.\"\n\n\"She's always happier after you visit, Mr. Lawson,\" the nurse replied. \"She loves to talk about her dreams, about the love of her life.\" She handed a clipboard over the counter and he signed a form. \"Same time tomorrow?\" she asked.\n\nLarry ran his fingers through his gray hair and smiled. \"Always.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [dark] A story on how one dude's wish for love, swapped his bodies with a girl so deeply and utterly in love with her boyfriend it's actually terrifying, his otherwise unchanged mind struggling with the overwhelming and overpowering emotion, and his petite frame struggling with heavy breasts.
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"content": " \n\nI awaken with a jolt. Somehow, deep down, I know that something’s not right, even though I don’t immediately sense what it is. As I look around the room, I’m made immediately aware that this room is not the same one I feel asleep in. \n\nAs I glance around, I notice another, more startling development. Long brunette hair, falling past my shoulders, almost to the small of my back. That’s not all. I’m naked, and my body is all wrong. There’s far less mass to me than there was last night. Everything seems smaller from my vantage point. Everything, that is, except my hips, and two prominent body parts that I now become aware of. \n\nI have breasts! And sizable ones at that. I tentatively cup them with my woman sized hands, and the sensation is earth shattering! \n\nI’ve become a girl! This must be a bad dream! But no…it’s far too real. Suddenly I’m torn between a sense of extreme desire, and a nagging insistence that I am the object of my own narcissian lust. It’s quite disconcerting. \n\nI have a moment of Schrodinger-esc panic, as I realize that I can’t feel my penis between my legs, and instead feel something…different. I want to ignore it, and I vainly hope that if I don’t glance down my member will still be there in all its former glory.\n\nReluctantly, I throw back the bed sheets and discover the truth: It’s gone. Where once I stood up straight in all my hairy majesty, now all I have to show for it is a brand-new mound of hair crowing my feminine new sex organ.\n\nPart of me wants to explore this new body, but a louder, more insistent part of me wants to figure out what’s going on. I leap out of bed, and immediately fall face first onto the ground.\n\nI hadn’t counted on my center being so off. Between this tiny body, and these sizable breasts my whole balance is askew. \n\nI pull myself to my feet, and awkwardly step forward. There’s a mirror in the corner of the room, and I slowly make my way there, my balance still precarious.\n\nI arrive and see for the first time what I look like. Those brown eyes, that tiny frame and those D-cup breasts I’d know anywhere. That’s Cynthia Johnson. The woman I’d secretly pined after for years. \n\nWe’ve worked together in the same office for some time, but she always seemed to have a boyfriend. I would hear about a break up here or there, but It always seemed like she’d found someone new before I could pluck up the courage to ask her out. I’d never met her latest guy, but she’d seemed quite taken with him. Greg I think was his name...? We’d never met, but a childish part of me hated him simply for being the man who stood between us.\n\nNow, somehow, I’d become her! How? Why? \n\nSlowly, I begin to remember last night. I’d lain awake, alone, and I’d found myself wishing, desperately, to find love. Especially her love. Cynthia. I’d thought nothing of it, yet here I stood. Somehow, I’d become the very object of my desire. \n\nMy musings are interrupted as I hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. I freeze, panic welling up inside me, along with a myriad of different thoughts. Who is it? Could they know how this happened, or where I am? I’m naked! Do I cover up? Should I put something on? So many questions tumble through my head. Before I can react, the bathroom door swings open and he enters the room.\n\n“Morning Babe. Admiring yourself?”\n\nGreg, I guess. It must be him. He’s standing in the doorway, with nothing on but a towel. And that’s when I realize something I hadn’t before: I have Cynthia’s body, and I also have her emotions. All of them. \n\nAn overpowering sense of desire grips me. True my mind is still that of a heterosexual male, but my hormones (and, judging by my hardening nipples, my body) are those of a Heterosexual woman…a very aroused heterosexual woman. \n\nSuddenly I want more than anything to be away from here, away from him, but my body wants the opposite. Even as I try to turn and run, I feel an overwhelming urge to throw myself at Greg. The way he’s looking at me, and the way the water from his shower seems to drip off his gigantic body puts my Cynthia’s body into a tizzy. \n\nGreg steps forward. He lets his towel drop to the ground to revel one all-important detail: He is as ready for me as I seemingly am for him. I don’t move, even as I feel Cynthia’s frame trying to inch forward, almost longingly drawn towards this man who I’d hated up until a moment ago. My male brain still doesn’t care for him, but my tiny woman’s body doesn’t seem to care.\n\nHe places his hand behind my head and leans in for a kiss. I feel his lips press up against mine and as his tongue begins to explore my mouth, I feel my resistance being to ebb. My body is ready and willing to be taken, and as I return his kiss with vigor my mind starts to panic. What can I do? How do I escape this? Do I really want to? Why don’t I really want to?\n\nThen a solution occurs to me: I’m still a man, at least deep down. I’m hormonal, sure, but deep down I’m still a straight male. There’s no way I could actually go through with this. Having sex with Greg would be a bridge too far, no matter what my horny girl’s mind wants. \n\nAt that moment my conflicting emotions give way to resolve, and I break the kiss, while preparing to do something I never thought I would ever do. I kneel to be face to face with Greg’s dick. Surely being up close and personal with his manhood will shock me out of it. \n\nDropping to my knees, I’m soon staring at his erect member. I realize then that the desire trapped within me has till not abated. If anything, it’s only grown more intense. I’m only a few short moments from getting pounded by another man, and in that instant, I resolve to do something drastic. If my male brain cannot overwhelm my female sex drive while staring at a man’s Penis, then a more extreme tactic is necessary. I open my mouth and begin to suck on Greg’s head. \n\nDesperation and terror sweeps over my logic centers, as I knew it would, but it’s not enough to overwhelm my urge to mate with this man. I slowly move my mouth up and down the man’s shaft, hoping every second that it will scare my new body into fight or flight mode. No such luck. I look up in Greg’s eyes, hoping that the sight of the man I’m now blowing might snap me out of my stupor, but it’s worthless. All it does is excite me more and judging by his expression it does the same for him. \n\nMy pace quickens, and as it does so, I feel myself growing smaller. With every movement of Cynthia’s mouth, I grow frailer and weaker, even as Cynthia’s desire grows bigger and stronger. Suddenly I feel Greg begin to throb and I know that the battle is lost. I’m his. Body and Soul. \n\n(Epilogue: Cynthia wakes up in my body. She assumes it’s just a bad dream and goes right back to bed. She then has a dream about Pirates and Poodles.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] They Came in Outer Space (Sci Fi prompts)
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"content": "With the ship on auto-pilot, her job of interstellar goods transport basically comes down to fighting of boredom while occasionally checking to make sure the goods aren’t broken. One day, she accidentally turns on a special “stress relief” machine she was transporting, and is held in place by tentacle-like mechanical arms. With no way of knowing how long the machine will hold her in a pleasurable hell, she can only hope to be let go eventually."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Workshop Wednesday: Open/Closed Dialog
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"content": "Sometimes I see too many quotes in a row without an explanation of who is saying what. As a writer, it can sometimes be annoying to write out “, Sally said.” after each quote, so people skip it altogether:\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“Because I said so.”\n\nIf it’s just a few lines like above, it’s not too hard to follow along with who is saying what, but imagine that this style continues for 20 lines or so! At a certain point it can be difficult for the reader to remember whose turn it is and sometimes the writer fucks up and gets confused too. I know I did recently as well, with each character in my story completely swapping roles. In these circumstances, just switch to a script format:\n\nSally: “Yes.”\n\nJohn: “Why?”\n\nSally: “Because I said so.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Parents discuss how proud they are of their slutty daughter
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"content": "Go\n\nNick and Rachel has been fairly liberal and progressive parents. They wanted Scarlett to grow up being aware of her sexuality and to embrace it. They weren’t trying to raise a shrinking violet. \n\nScarlett was 19 now, and they knew she’d been sexually active with boyfriends. Rachel and Scarlett were close, like sisters really. Nick said that Scarlett was the spitting image of her mum at 19. And looking at pictures, you couldn’t separate them. Both had fiery red hair, pale skin, bunches of freckles scattered across their faces. They both had deep green eyes that somehow managed to render men (and women) simpletons when they gazed into them. \n\nBoth had ample tits, and both enjoyed showing cleavage off when possible. They both stood at 5’4” and were skinny. \n\nOn the night in question, Scarlett had a first date with Liam. He was a new guy in town and was very handsome. Scarlett was very excited (literally!) and she told her mum how she was hoping this would develop into something. Dressed in a cute outfit consisting of a black top, denim skirt and boots, she was raring to go. \n\nWhen Scarlett was out, Nick and Rachel had a bottle of wine and were getting cosy. “Do you think this has legs?” Rachel asked\n\n“The wine?” Said Nick with a grin\n\n“No, Scarlett. Liam seems nice. What did you speak to him about when he picked her up? You were gone for ages!” She asked\n\n“The usual dad chat” he replied, and he leaned over to kiss Rachel. They fucked, but that isn’t the main focus of this story. What I will say, is Rachel was thinking about Liam’s big cock. Hoping it was good for Scarlett. She thought that she might be getting laid around now. \n\nAround 1am the door opened and Scarlett walked in. She started up the stairs, but Nick called out “we’re still up love, come into the lounge”, and she made her way to the lounge. \n\n“How’d it go?” Rachel asked\n\nA huge grin spread across Scarlett’s face. “Amazing!” He’s so nice. \n\n“Tell is everything!” Both of her parents said, almost in unison. \n\n“Well, we went to see some budget horror movie at the cinema, it was terrible and the place was mostly empty. We were meant to go with Rob and Lucy, but they had a huge fight before we arrived and Lucy stormed off”\n\nNick and Rachel nodded, and smiled. Rachel’s hand was under the blankets, just lightly rubbing Nick’s cock. Very lightly. \n\n“So it was just me, Liam and Rob” she continued “we grabbed some popcorn and went in. It was mostly empty, and we sat right at the back. I sat in the middle” she had a little smirk on her face. \n\n“About 15 minutes in the film and I felt Liam’s hand and my thigh. He moved it a little higher. Then a little more. Then even more. My skirt was kind of bunched up around my legs, he started to rub my pussy over my knickers. It was heaven.” She was getting excited\n\n“Sounds hot, baby!” Said Rachel who was now slowly wanking Nick under the blankets. He was rock hard. “Keep going”\n\n“Liam lent in and whispered for me to go to the bathroom and take off my underwear, so I duly obliged. I came back and the boys were chatting. I sat back down and Liam’s hand found my pussy quickly. I spread my legs a bit to let him have better access.”\n\nRachel was still rubbing Nick, and had started to pull and tweak at her own nipples. “Keep going sweetie. What happened next?” She asked\n\n“Liam pulled out his cock, and you were right mum. It was big! Like thick! It was nice. I started to wank him off, slowly at first but then he started to get a little more insistent. He pushed my head down towards him. I had to really lean over and I took his fat prick in my mouth”\n\n“Oh yeah, that’s hot!” Hissed Rachel, really pulling her nipples now\n\n“Then I feel Rob’s hands exploring my pussy from the back. I had half expected it. Liam told me to relax, Rob needed this after that bitch Lucy!” She continued on “so I’m sucking a huge dick, and his best friend is now fingering both of my holes from behind. It’s so lucky that the film was loud and bloody empty because I was whimpering!”\n\nThe blanket was off, Rachel had he knickers pulled to the side. Rubbing her very wet cunt whilst watching her daughter and listening to the story unfold. \n\n“Suck Rob now! Liam said to me. So I swapped sides, taking Rob’s cock in my mouth. He was much smaller, so I could really deep throat him!!” She had also got too horny, Scarlett had sat on the footstool and was slowly fingering her pussy. \n\n“Keep going baby, keep going!!” Said Rachel breathlessly\n\n“So Liam then gets my hips, manoeuvred me and the next thing I feel is his massive prick pushing against my pussy. He slid in and he proceeded to fuck me. Hard. Like really hard. I was sure the whole theatre could hear us but as I say, there were only a couple of people down near the front.”\n\nRachel now had three fingers in her sopping cunt. She was losing all control. \n\n“Rob started to cum in my mouth, that seemed to kick off my orgasm and I came hard all over Liam’s cock. He slid a finger in my arse and then he came too. Lots of sticky cum all in my pussy. Look how red it looks?!” She said, spreading her legs\n\n“Oh, yes!!! Fuck yes!!!” Rachel screamed as she hit her climax.\n\n“So that was the story of my date. I’m seeing them both again tomorrow, is that ok?” She grinned\n\n“Of course it is baby, I’m glad Liam took my advice on board earlier and fucked you hard!” Said Nick before he shot his load all over Rachel’s face. \n\n“Good night honey!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Your office has those new “free use” girls that everyone has been talking about. You have an hour long lunch before you head back, and you’ve had quite the stressful morning.
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"content": "My morning was just awful. I woke up to a keyed out car, and a flat tire. I had to take the bus, which was just the worst. People kept squishing me, and I could hardly breathe. I clocked in and sat at my desk, grumbling to myself as I sorted through all the IT support tickets I had for the day. My office did have some \"free use\" thing that I just never really used, I was always so busy. Today felt like it wasn't any different. However, I cleared out a record number of tickets before noon, and decided to take a long lunch to reward myself. I got up and headed to the top floor, where this \"free use stress relief floor\" was. I was skeptical, only really expecting some massage chairs. I walked in and the first room was almost frighteningly still. There wasn't anyone else in the room, just some lockers and benches. On the left wall there's a showering area and a hot tub with air jets. On the back wall there was just a plain door. I stripped down and put on a towel, getting ready to get in the hot tub. I heard the back door open, and a beautiful woman walked in wearing a bath robe. \n\n\"Good afternoon, Master!\" She smiles. Her long brunette hair falls over her shoulders, and even though the robe isn't even on tight, it's easy to see just how busty she is. \"I'm Becka, and I'm one of the girls working today. I hope I can satisfy you!\" She explains.\n\n\"What do you do?\" I ask, somewhat confused. She gives me a sly smile and undoes her robe, revealing her bare body. Her pubes are trimmed into a clean line, and her ass is just enough to grab and really play with. She sits down next to me on the benches.\n\n\"Whatever master wants me to do.\" She leans in and whispers. I undo my towel and expose my cock to her. She gets on her knees and starts blowing me. She takes the full length of my cock and enthusiastically uses her tongue to stimulate every inch of my cock. I felt myself getting to the edge, but I wanted to feel all of her. \n\n\"Lay on the bench.\" I moan. She gets up and lays on the bench, spreading her legs for me. I slide my cock inside her, taking her to my hilt. She lets out sexy little moans as I start thrusting harder and deeper. Some other coworkers walk in and think nothing of it, grabbing their own girls and going to town. I started playing with her nipples, making her moan even more. I could feel that I was going to cum, but I couldn't hold back. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting harder. She wrapped her legs around me and I came inside of her. I pulled out and rubbed the leftover cum on my cock on her leg before washing up and heading back to my desk. I think I'll end up using that more often now that I really know what's there."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Our MC's childhood friend is an angel and heavens latest invention is a pocket universe where they can carry out Thier desires without falling from grace. Now she can finally get him in bed.
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"content": "Michael reluctantly sipped his gin and tonic. The cocktail was fine, considering it was mixed by an indifferent airport bartender, but the noise of the crowds made him want to sink deeper into the sweaty tumbler. He was about to take another drink when he felt someone tap his shoulder.\n\n\"I thought it was you,\" a woman said to him. \"Mike Hanson! How have you been?\"\n\nMichael turned around and squinted. The woman stood between him and the large windows overlooking the tarmac, where the sun was setting. The rays of light filtered through her long hair, making it look golden, while the rest of her body was silhouetted in shadow. His eyes adjusted, and it didn't take long for the spark of recognition to wash over his face. \"Emmy? Oh my god, Emmy!\" He bounded off the barstool and gave her a hug. \"God, it's been twenty years? You look like you haven't aged a day!\"\n\n\"You're not doing too bad yourself,\" she replied. \"Where are you flying to?\"\n\n\"Chicago, for work. It feels dumb, to have this stopover in Atlanta, but my company's too cheap to let me fly direct. What about you?\"\n\nEmmy flashed a laminated ID card on a lanyard. \"I work here. I'm in Concourse H on most days, but I just finished filling in for a someone over here who's out sick. It must be my lucky day, running into you.\"\n\nMichael thought back to when Emmy's family moved into his New Hampshire neighborhood, how he was the envy of every boy in high school because he lived next door to her. She never ran with the popular kids, never seemed to need anyone to validate her existence. Her demure confidence allowed her to float over the petty high school drama that everyone else loved to inflict on each other. He remembered when her family moved out a couple years later, and how he regretted not asking her out. \"It must be fate,\" he said, smiling.\n\nEmmy looked at her watch and her eyes widened. \"I need to get back to my shift in an hour, do you have time to catch up? I don't want you to miss your flight.\"\n\nMichael checked his phone. \"I still have a few hours here. Let's find some place quiet.\"\n\n\"I know just the place,\" she said, grabbing his hand. \"Hmm, no ring?\" she asked, rubbing his fingers.\n\n\"There were a few close calls, but no. I haven't found that special someone.\" He grabbed his luggage with his free hand and followed her to the monorail. As passengers lined up in the center of the station, Emmy led him to the end of the platform. The train pulled in quietly and they entered the first car, alone. \"How come no one goes in front?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh, this car is special, employees only,\" Emmy replied. \"But since you're with me, you won't have to fight for a space like the folks behind us.\" Mike looked through the smoky glass partition and watched the other passengers in the next car jostle and fidget like fish in a dragnet. \n\nThe doors closed and they moved forward. A soothing voice over the speakers announced each terminal as they reached each stop. Michael couldn't help staring at her; she still exuded a quiet confidence that he couldn't explain. She was simply sitting on the bench in a plain white blouse and black dress pants, but she almost looked regal. \n\n\"How long have you lived in Atlanta?\" he asked. \n\n\"We bounced around a lot after New Hampshire, but we settled here a few years ago. It's nice. Not as nice as New Hampshire though. I really enjoyed my time there.\"\n\n\"Maybe I'm out of line for saying this, but I thought you'd end up as a supermodel, what with your beauty and all. I'm surprised that you're here, of all places.\"\n\nEmmy blushed and shook her head. \"I had offers, but I like the work. I get to help people as they pass through to their destinations. It's honest work.\"\n\n*NOW APPROACHING CONCOURSE H. PLEASE BE CAREFUL AS YOU EXIT THE TRAIN* intoned a voice overhead.\n\n***\n*To be continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: in a world where skinny beauty is pushed by every ad agency, and preferences in anything but flat is seen as a deeply abnormal taste, a lone rebellious figure walks the street, with the power to change the size of any sexual bodypart, both male and female, aiming to change things up...
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"content": "I tipped my fedora and popped the collar of my trench coat. I was ready for action and filled to the brim with bad intention. Wait, I should back up a moment, get you some context. \n\nIt was a typical Green Lantern or Animorphs scenario. Dying alien bestowed wonderful powers upon me, simultaneously gifting and cursing my fate. I'm not trying to downplay this, but if I were, it may be because he demonstrated my newfound ability by growing my dick to 3 times its original size. As bitchin as this was for my ego, it did attract attention. A lot of attention from my boss, and my girlfriend...\n\nWhile that may have been a deterrent initially, I quickly found that focusing my desire activated my abilities and, as it turned out, I was a natural at self-learning. \n\nNow, as earlier referenced, I am prepared to exact my revenge on a world that has betrayed me. Ah! A word on the setting as well. This world, while technologically advanced and forward-thinking, still has outdated views on ideal bodies and human aesthetics. Our technological advances are put towards tummy tucks and brow lifts, rather than my preferences! But this is not a manifesto so we won't delve too far, but just know, I am outraged!\n\nI thought for a long time about where I should begin my revolution, and settled on the beach of my city. There, people flaunted themselves readily, and imperfections were more easily noticed. As I arrived, I felt the hot sun beating down on my cap and shoulders, but dark sunglasses kept my eyes focused on the display ahead. I took up an outlook from the street and reveled in anticipation. \n\nSoft breasts, sculpted abs, tight butts. Men and women frolicking in the sand, exchanging knowing glances, daring their animal instincts to take over. I watched as a twenty-something ran, her golden, toned thighs jiggling slightly with every footfall... With a thought, they grew just enough to increase the bounce. She hadn't noticed the slight change, but I still grinned knowingly.\n\nOff to my left, I saw a heated game of beach volleyball in progress. All of the beautiful players made me upset, what with their rippling muscles, their flowing hair, their sun ripened skin glistening with sweat in the heat of the sun. I watched as a small breasted girl with dark hair and pretty features readied herself to volley an incoming spike. I waited until the ball came hurtling towards her outstretched arms to grow her breasts. They popped out, each the same size as the volleyball, and launched the ball 10 feet into the air. They lolled up and down, exposed and bouncing gently as all eyes looked upwards. \n\nThe players stopped, surprised and confused about what happened. As they realized how the girl changed, their faces turned to derision and laughter erupted from them. \n\n\"How hideous\" one girl called, \"who would want such obnoxiously large breasts?\"\n\nShe fell on the ground, knocked off balance by her ass swelling away from her body. Her swimsuit bottom popped from her hips in a very satisfying way as she sat, stupefied in the sand.\n\nAt once, 3 of the men's stomachs ballooned outwards, their thighs growing to match. The group quickly changed their tune, and began to scream in fear.\n\nOrdinarily, this would have been welcome, but I wasn't quite ready for the pandemonium, so I grew their lips just past the size where they would be able to produce sound. Satisfied, I turned my attention to a group of umbrellas near the shoreline where several women were sunbathing, flaunting their supple features for the male onlookers that cast coy glances.\n\nTheir nipples perked up through their undersized bikinis, and I accentuated the effect gradually. At first it looked ridiculous, like the original Tomb Raider, but I relented and grew their boobs to match. Once they felt the extra weight they tried to get up, but unfortunately they were trapped by the weight of their heavy breasts!\n\nI let out a sigh. This was fun, but I was done playing around. I surveyed the beach, and began to expand at random. One persons thigh bulged, causing them to sway awkwardly. Another had their biceps knock them in the head as they quadrupled in size. A panic quickly broke out, but it was easy to handicap runners by growing a toe or, sloppily, a foot or ankle. \n\nAfter a couple of hours there were thousands of people laid out on the sand. Some of them had begun to burn from the prolonged sun exposure, their swelled bodies looking like ripe tomatoes. I had left my perch to survey my work more closely. I chuckled as people cast frightened and accusing glances, while slowly growing and massaging their genitals until they reached orgasm. I was silent, but if they were smart they would have noticed when they came I stopped the growing. Suckers just wanted to struggle mostly. \n\nAs dusk started to settle I turned my eyes back towards the city. The nightlife district was next, but it wouldn't be long before the beach story spread, so I would just continue my swath of expansion on my way. Sometimes I wish I had been given the ability to shrink people as well, but honestly, it's going to be a wild ride anyway."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve been traveling with her for about a month now aboard her pirate ship, being an occasional extra set of hands in return for her help with sea travel. One night after being awoken by footsteps late at night, you go to investigate. And find the Captain, her nude figure bathing in moonlight.
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"content": "Contains MF, prostate massage\n***\nI dreamed I was in Sirius again, the blue light of its neutron star like a bright string in the sky. I used to cut my teeth on the jet stream, practicing my frame shift drive approaches, over and over again in the relative safety of The Bubble before I'd have to do it alone in the inky depths of space. Of course, it didn't help. I still ended up in an escape pod floating in space along with the remains of my Diamondback.\n\nI laid awake in my berth, staring at the empty bunk bed above me. I tried to remember his name, the last one to sleep up there; *Rufus? Roontel? Machiba?* It didn't really matter. He was so indignant the first couple nights after he was captured, asking why I didn't just \"rise up\" with him to overthrow the captain. \"Two-v-One,\" he would whisper, every time the captain passed us to sit at the fore seat. One night he climbed down with a desperate look in his eye, and a bulge in his liner. He had confessed his desires to take the ship by force, to slit her throat while we traveled in Witchspace. He had wrapped his strong arms around me and pressed his manhood between my cheeks, trying to find a comfortable place to sleep and dream. After I had told his plans to Captain Jains, she had no problem dropping him off in the next system. She left his comm channel open as his escape pod pierced the red dwarf star's exclusion zone, his screams turning to static in a matter of seconds. Later, when I knelt between her legs as she piloted the ship, she asked why I sold him out. \"Simple,\" I had said, \"he didn't seem capable of handling his own cock, much less a Beluga.\" I remembered her laughing, grabbing a tuft of my hair and plunging my head back into her sex.\n\nI got up and walked passed the other empty slots in the Economy cabin and cleaned up in the bathroom. I was looking more haggard than ever. Once, I asked Captain Jains to land somewhere, *anywhere* that could sell me a shaving kit, but she said she liked the stubble. *Her ship, her rules.* When she interdicted freighters along the Low Temp Diamond routes, she would command me to control the hatch-breakers while she destroyed their drive modules, and it was almost thrilling to be part of her heists. She was deadly accurate with Imperial Hammers, knocking out their power without touching their life support systems. \n\nI opened the cabin door and walked down the gold-lined hallway. The inlayed sconces illuminated a path to the galley as I lumbered forward in micro-gravity. Saud Kruger luxury ships were *definitely* not designed for piracy, but Jains' customizations made it a fierce ship, unbroken in dozens of conflicts. As I walked, I noticed my shadow against the wall for the first time. The massive ice moon we were orbiting was uninhabited, and it normally served as a good, dark cover while we rested. Due to physics and the neighboring celestial bodies, we were exposed for an hour, once every three cycles as we completed a transversal between the moon at the star. It couldn't be helped. I looked at my callused hand, molded by her cockpit controls, shaped by her. I changed my mind and headed for the luxury cabins.\n\nAs I turned a corner, I could see that her door was open. Moonlight poured into it while soft music emanated from within. I peeked inside the suite and saw Captain Jain's bare back exposed in the moonlight, the rest of her submerged in an opulent hot tub. \n\n\"Come in, Traeger,\" she said without looking. You're blocking the moonlight. Her quarters were built to allow six extremely rich people to travel in style, while the Beluga ferried them to distant worlds. Captain Jain had filled most of it with loot. She turned around and leaned back against the tub, the bubbles surrounding her sides and her soapy chest. \"Can't sleep?\" she asked.\n\n\"I felt like some fresh air,\" I replied. I didn't want to admit I was feeling homesick; that would get me shot into space faster than a drag drive boost on a Viper Mark 3. \"The moon looks nice,\" I say, changing the subject.\n\n\"Yes, it does, pity it's only for a moment.\" Captain Jains stood up and the water dripped off her perfectly shaped body, catching the moon rays at odd angles. She pointed to the large bed and I stripped out of my liner before crawling onto the edge. \"Show me how you handle the stick,\" she said, dragging her wet hand over my shaft. I grabbed my cock at its base and worked the soapy mixture into my skin while she watched my technique. I twisted my fingers around, slowly moving up and down while I looked for her approval. My balls ached as more blood pumped into my cock and I felt myself become fully aroused. Captain Jains knelt between my legs and enveloped my cock with her breasts. In the moonlight, I could see the faint scars from past battles, as well as the more recent ones. She held her breasts firmly around me and moved up and down. \"You're my sweet boy,\" she said, then licked the bead of pre-cum from my head. \"The sweetest.\"\n\nI gripped the bedsheets as she played with my cock like a toy. She teased my head, stroking it with her nipples and scars until I shuddered and moaned. I was throbbing, desperate for release but only on her terms. I bit my lip to stay quiet but she noticed and stopped playing. The dead air between us cooled but I was still hard, panting but waiting. \n\n\"Patience, my pet,\" she said, walking to her dresser. She opened a small case and pulled out something shiny. It was her Elite status pin for combat, but it was welded onto a smooth bulb of glass. She rubbed it over her wet pussy until it glistened with her juices. I held my legs in the air and waited for her to insert the plug into my ass. My tight hole was reluctant as first, despite my desire to relax. She slid it between my asshole and my balls and pressed it against my prostate from the outside, and more cum oozed from my cock. She collected it on the plug and then slowly fit it in my ass.\n\n\"Ahh,\" I groaned until the flared end was inside me and my anus held the plug's base. She twisted the emblem so the wings wouldn't cut into me, and I wiggled to the center of the bed. I felt the ecstasy of the unyielding glass as it sent waves of pleasure and pain over my body. Captain Jains straddled my belly and slid backwards until my cock was at her entrance. She said nothing as she pushed herself onto me. Her pussy was warm and slick, and I didn't know how long I could last. She must have sensed it and pinched my nipples until I yelped. I bucked my hips and lifted her off the bed but she slammed me back down until the plug pushed into me again. I was sandwiched again, now between the glass phallus and her glorious pussy. \n\n\"Look out there,\" she said, glancing out the door. The moonlight was waning as we were reaching the darkness again. \"You can't cum until it's dark,\" she said. \"I'm going to ride you into the fucking moonset.\"\n\nI closed my eyes and focused on holding out. She made my body clench and writhe under her, our skin covered in sweat and soapy water as she fucked me faster. The room became dimmer and dimmer, until we were surrounded in the black. \n\n\"Cum for me,\" she commanded, lifting herself off of me. \"Cum for me now.\" I let out a loud moan and erupted over my belly. My balls felt like they were squeezed from the inside as my cock twitched and swung from side to side, spraying my load over my chest and legs. She cupped my balls as the last drop wept from my head, then licked it off my body. \n\nThe room was dark and silent, until I heard her drop back into the hot tub. \"Join me,\" she said, \"If you can still walk.\" I stumbled towards her voice but hit my foot against the tub base. She was fast and strong, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me over the side and into the tub. As I surfaced, I heard her laughter behind my ear. She reached down and removed the plug and dropped it on the ground. \"Careful you don't step on that later,\" she said coldly, \"You'll be on the business end of a frag cannon if it breaks.\" Some nights, I'm not sure if I was so lucky to be saved by a space pirate, but in this dangerous galaxy, I guess it could have been worse.\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Mixture of rabbit girl prompt and a monster boy prompt
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"content": "Hey there :) \n\nGood first effort, it does show that you're not an experienced writer but if you read any of my first writings you would find it to be WAY worse than this :) \n\nIf I were to give one piece of advice to get you moving if you wanna keep writing it would be to \"show not tell\". Its a movie term but it works for writing too. To use your story as an example: \n\nSpiyre's realization is you doing this well, he is waking up and you describe how he slowly finds out what he has become. That's what you want to do, give the reader a sense of how the scene is playing out.\n\nWhere it went wrong was in the sex act here, I can understand that writing sex can be hard and maybe a bit scary at first so I'll generalize because its not really about the sex. You tell us how male dragons are, that it went on for a long time, that males breathe aphrodisiac, and you tell us that afterwards they went back to being submissive. That's a problem because the reader can't really see the scene from what you tell us, you've not described the scene to us.\n\nEven without going into a lot of detail if you don't want to do that you should do something like: \n\n>Emelia felt like her body was burning up as Spiyre towered over her, she didn't just want him, she needed him. Her rabbit side flooding her body with a need to breed, to be bred and by the look in his eyes he was more than willing to oblige. Spiyre could feel his rational mind slipping away at the sight of her naked body, she was going to be his. He reached out and grabbed her, she was warm, it would have worried him if he had thought about it, but he was beyond thinking, he just knew it meant she was ready to be bred.\n\nThat's just an example of course but I hope you can see how it gets the same information across but does it while describing the way the characters act and the scene itself, rather than just listing the bullet points. I don't know if you are looking to keep writing but I think you should if you find it interesting. Its a fun way to pass the time and its more than a little exhilarating to make your own fantasies come to life on the page :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You somehow find yourself in the streets of an unfamiliar city, and see a couple brazenly having sex on a bench. As you make your way through the streets and see similar sights, a stranger approaches you. You don't know it yet, but you've been transported to a world with a free-use society.
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"content": "Apologies for formatting, am on mobile: \n\n\"Kneel.\" The order came from behind me. \"What?\" I asked, turning to see a tall, skinny, pasty-skinned man behind me. \"Kneel, I'm horny. I need to use your mouth.\" He stated, in a calm, explanatory, mildly frustrated tone. \"Jesus Christ! Fuck off pervert!\" I yelled, backing away slowly, reaching for my mace. \"Oh, you're a resistance-slut? Look I don't really have time for that now, just suck me.\" He said, pulling his cock out with one hand, and reaching the other out to grab my throat. I sprayed him with the full can, and ran. He collapsed to the ground screaming, \"YOU PSYCHO BITCH, I'M CALLING THE COPS.\" I tried to do just that, pulling out my phone, but no connection. I saw a couple finish fucking on the nearby bench, the man stood up, pulled up his fly, and left without saying a word. The woman got up to a sitting position, (re)inserted a buttplug, pulled up her panties, and down her sundress, took out a mirror, and started checking her makeup. Too panicked to wonder about the absurdity of the situation, I ran to her and begged for help. \"Please, I just, he just….\" I couldn't get the words out. She turned to face me, with kind grey eyes. She was about 35, and had a soothing presence.\" \"Shhh, it's okay darling. What happened?\" I calmed down a bit, and told her: \"A man over there, he tried to rape me.\" She started grinning enviously, \"Oooh lucky girl, I haven't been raped in weeks, all the users I've had recently have been all lovey-dovey, let me kiss your neck, and massage your pussy. God I need a rough one.\" \"WHAT? I don't…\", I pleaded, tears beginning to stream down my face. \"Wait?\" She started, a look of realization on her face, \"What do you mean he TRIED to rape you?\" \"I managed to stop him, I maced him and ran.\" \"What the fuck?\" She screamed, what had happened finally sinking in. \"Where is he now?\" I pointed in his direction, and she ran to him. As she ran I heard her call the cops, before she was out of my hearing range I heard her say \"Hello, I have an injured man here, apparently some freeuse assaulted her user.\" I ran. I ran for sixteen blocks, then turned right, and ran until I was out of breath. The entire time, I didn't see a single building, or street name I recognised. Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck were they? What the fuck is going on? I saw a man coming, and hid inside a doorframe. A woman walked by on the opposite, and I could see him staring at her ass. She was wearing a leather collar around her neck, an overbust corset, a tiny leather jacket, a leather miniskirt, and stilletto thigh highs. The man crossed the street to her, and said something while unzipping his jeans. She simply pointed at her collar, and he gestured apologetically, then pulled his fly up and walked on without bothering her. I still had no idea where I was, what's happening, or why, but I knew one thing for sure, I need that fucking collar. Figuring that the one woman who could say no, was probably the best one to help me, I ran across, and stopped in front of her. \"Hi.\" I said, and she toom a step back, shooting me a look of deep concern, forcing me to suddenly realize that I was a torn-dress-clad, hyper sweaty, twitching stranger, stopping this woman in the street in the most awkward way possible. \"Hello.\" she responded, in a polite, but not warming tone. \"How can I help you?\" \"Okay, this might be a stupid question, but how did you get that collar?\" I rushed the question out in one breath. \"Oh, it's bespoke.\" She responded, calming down a bit, \"Master says he wanted it to be as comfortable, and stylish as I wanted. I can text him for the name of the tailor, if you'd like?\" As I was trying to process all that new information, suddenly the man from before came back around the corner, and seemed to be very interested in me. \"Oh God.\" I lamented under my breath. Seeing him see me. The other girl turned around, and saw him walking towards us. Before turning back around to me. \"One dick too many?\" She asked, jovially, yet sympathetically. \"Something like that.\" She laughed, \"christ, I remember that feeling. Listen, if you feel like your pussy needs a break, my place is just around the corner, we can watch a movie or something. My master won't be home 'til morning, so we'll make it a girl's night.\" \"Seriously? Thank you. Thank you so much.\" I answered, starting to choke up. \"It's nothing, really.\" She responded, \"I'm Ancilla, by the way.\" \"Pleasure to meet you Ancilla, I'm Verona\" As I told her my name, we finished walking, and she unlocked her door. \"Sorry about the mess\", she said as we walked through the door. \"We have a maid, but master keeps fucking her when she's trying to work.\" \"Oh my God, I'm so sorry,\" I replied instinctively, assuming that she was lamenting being cheated on. Her response corrected me: \"What for? She's gorgeous. He has great taste.\" She took off her jacket, and gestured towards her breasts, with that last remark, as if to illustrate the point. \n\n(OOC: That's all I have for now, I realize that there wasn't really any actual fucking here, just set-up and worldbuilding. I'm planning for the story to be a slow burn, let me know if this is good enough to make you want a continuation.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Introducing the latest in pranking technology: the stripper ray gun! Well, folks, meet our lovely assistant Anne. Say hello to our live audience, Anne, and goodbye to all your clothes!
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"content": "Diane picked up the wand from The Velvet Vanquisher display table and hefted it in her palm. It felt a little heavier than the products she had demonstrated in the past, even that set of cast iron camping ramekins. Still, it wasn't too unwieldy. Anne tapped on her shoulder from behind.\n\n\"Larry's ready for us on Stage B,\" Anne said cheerily. She hugged herself, tugging the white lab coat over her body more tightly. \"This is going to be so cool! I love sexy science!\"\n\nDiane adjusted her glasses and dropped the wand into her own lab coat pocket. The product jangled as it hit her keys and loose change but Larry wanted to show how inconspicuous the \"double-V\" could be. \"Let's see, do you have everything?\" she asked, then inspected Anne's outfit. The lab coat hung over a sharp charcoal gray business suit and tailored blouse that accented Anne's ample curves. She wore a thick gold necklace that rested and swung from her bosom. She was ready. \n\nDiane looked at her own reflection in a wall mirror, her costume matching Anne's. \"Let's go,\" she said, and followed Anne through the labyrinthine halls to the stage. Larry was wrapping up his part of the presentation by the time they reached the wings. There was little room on the side, just barely enough room for the two women and the elder stage hand. \n\n\"Are you sure you're okay with this?\" Diane asked. She had known Anne for years, traveling in the same small circuit of product demonstration modeling, even knew that Anne did more \"adult\" shows too. Diane still wanted to make sure. \n\n\"It's no big deal, Diane. I'm proud of my body. \" Anne unhooked the top button of her blouse and the fabric spread slightly, thanks to her voluminous breasts. \"I don't mind if the lads have a peek.\"\n\n\"You're going to be totally naked out there!\"\n\n\"That's not true,\" Anne replied with a wry smile. \"I'll still be wearing the necklace.\" \n\nThey heard the applause and recognized the cue in Larry's speech, then walked on stage together. The spotlight hit Diane in the eye but she looked down to avoid being blinded and found her mark on the floor. Anne walked further upstage and received a few catcalls and whistles. She blew a kiss to the audience and the crowd cheered.\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" Larry said, pointing to Diane, \"I give you, the Velvet Vanquisher!\" \n\nDiane lifted the wand and held it upright between her two hands. Larry described its features as she walked up stage and paraded it for all to see. It was modest in size, sleek, symmetrical, and curved in the center. She thought it looked like a space age dildo. She found her mark again and stood in a dueler's stance, holding the Vanquisher at Anne with her arm outstretched, the other behind her back.\n\n\"Are you ready Anne?\" Larry asked. \"Say goodbye to all your clothes!\"\n\nDiane pushed the embedded nub on the top of the toy and winced as a bright light filled her view. She heard an audible *ZZZZAP* and felt a sharp sting in her hand that made her drop the product on the ground. She slowly opened her eyes. As they returned to normal vision, the stage came into focus and she could see Anne across from her, still wearing her clothes. Anne's mouth was half open, staring back at her.\n\n\"You idiot!\" Larry whispered, \"you pointed it backwards!\" \n\nDiane looked down at the toy and she saw that he was right. She looked down at her naked body on full display to the audience, and screamed. She tried to look around but was blinded by the spotlight. Anne rushed over with her lab coat off and wrapped it around Diane before they both walked quickly towards backstage. They heard a commotion behind them, as Larry and an audience member tussled on stage for the Vanquisher. Diane heard another *ZZZZAP* and felt the lab coat disappear. She was naked again.\n\nThe shot got them both. Anne pushed Diane forward and exclaimed, \"Run!\" Anne turned around to face the crowd and the gold necklace shimmered in the spotlight. She stood with her arms akimbo and grimaced at the people clamoring on stage. \"Which one of you losers is going to get me a goddamn towel?\"\n\nDiane heard the crowd noise soften as she ran down the hall. Her bare feet hurt as each stride slapped the rough concrete. As she ran, she covered her bare sex with the other hand while her other arm covered her breasts. Her mind was in chaos, trying to remember how to get back to the dressing rooms. *Was it this hall? Or that double door?* \n\nOne hallway looked familiar, ending with a set of doors. The framed posters from other events sent a wave of recognition and Diane sighed with relief. She ran down the hall and pushed the double doors open with gusto and was hit with a wave of horror as she stared at the busy street, adjacent to the convention center. A woman screamed and Diane looked over. \"Shit, the public!\" she yelled and ran back inside. Diane looked over her shoulder as she turned the corner at the end of the hall and saw a burly coming in. As she turned back, she ran straight into the back of the elder stage hand, knocking her to the ground.\n\n\"Young lady, you should be more careful,\" he said, shaking his head.\n\n\"Tell me where the dressing rooms are,\" she pleaded. Her cheeks were flushed and chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.\n\n\"Go three doors down, \" he started, \"then turn right. Though you might want to stop at the costume department first, which is the first door over there.\"\n\n\"Why's that?\" she asked.\n\n\"Well, I know for a fact that the Medieval Times road show left some their armor here last week. You might find something a little more *permanent.*\"\n\nDiane thanked him and made for the costume room. She began to feel the sweat on her skin from all her exertion and stress, and it was starting to chill her. She felt her hard nipples but said \"No time to play!\" before digging into a box. She found a tunic made of chainmail and slipped it over her body, then noticed the plate underwear. The fit was near perfect, covering most of her ass and all of her crotch, and when she closed the sides, she heard a firm click of metal on metal. \n\nShe strode out of the room just as a crowd of men rushed towards her. The burly man from outside held the Vanquisher and pointed it to her face and pressed the button. She saw the flash of light hit the mob, and laughed at the group of naked men, wearing nothing but watches and rings. \"Fellas,\" she said, pointing at their semi-flaccid penises, \"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were sort of into this.\"\n\nThey scrambled away, covering their fronts and backs with their hands. When two of them bumped into each other, one yelled and pushed the other to the wall. Diane left before the modern gladiator fight got any uglier. She strolled into her dressing room and found Anne, laying naked on the couch. \n\n\"Why are you still naked,\" Diane asked. \n\n\"I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist,\" Anne replied. \"Plus, I know a secret. That isn't a codpiece,\" she said, pointing at Diane's metal underwear. \"It's a chastity belt.\"\n\nDiane's eyes widened with horror as she realized that the piece would not come off easily.\n\nAnne laughed and held a small key. \"The stage hand slipped this to me while you were running around. Now, are you ready to play with me first? Why don't you take off that chainmail top and show me how you strut.\"\n\nDiane wanted to say something but no words came to her. She lifted the tunic off her body and waited for Anne's next demands.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Workshop Wednesday: How Much Setup?
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"content": "I'm a little uneven when it comes to the the setup before sexy times. I usually don't throw my characters in bed with each other until a third or halfway through because I need time to explain why they're having sex in the first place. [In this fantasy story, I think the sex comes in almost at the very end of it.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/d9dmc0/wp_the_curse_caused_him_to_climax_whenever_he_saw/f1met8s/) I usually don't use the \"I'm horny, let's go\" approach but I can appreciate its directness.\n\nSometimes, the prompts I write stories for have a unique \"how,\" a specific mechanism of sex, like \"sex with a ghost,\" or \"she borrows your balls for the day\"... a particular scenario that requires an appropriate amount of build-up that gets the reader to that point in a reasonably logical way. \n\nI like it when characters answer questions about why they're meeting now, how do they know each other, how well do they relate, and why is there sexual tension or chemistry between them, without resorting to too much exposition. Furtive glances, internal thoughts, and dialogue can expose enough background without sounding like a Greek chorus."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Kink Kingdom has a new fad amongst its people, which they're calling, "Vanilla Sex". Authorities see it as a threat.
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"content": "\"What? The commoners are practicing *Vanilla Sex*?\" When the report came to the Queen's ears, she pulled on the leash she held in her hand out of sheer anger at the peasant's revolt. The head of the slave that was kneeled on the ground in front of the Queen's throne dug only deeper into the royalty's thighs, signaling the girl to lick faster and harder. The public display of dominance in the courtroom only sought to show all of the Kink-dom of the Queen's power, and either scared or excited all other royals. Either way, they would be more motivated to keep law in order. *Something* that did not seem to be happening right now.\n\n\"Y-Yes, it would appear so, Your Majesty. Guards claim that the occurrence started when a man and a woman got drunk at a tavern, and decided to sneak off into a bedroom together. No one can say for certain other than those two what happened in there, but the stories that spread from that place...\"\n\nThe guard captain, Adrienne, visibly shuddered to herself as she gave the last of her report.\n\n\"Utterly *disgusting*.\" \n\nThe Queen racked the thought through her head. If the commoners began to partake in this insanity more and more often, then they could succumb to complete and total insanity. They may demand that guards no longer punish criminals with whips and chains, but rather wit-with a trial! They may seek to destroy the hierarchy, be it slaves, owners, nobles and royalty! The Queen could simply not let this stand.\n\n\"Adrienne, you must prepare for me to deliver a speech at dawn tomorrow morning. I want it to be made clear to every person in this capital, be they like *this* one-\" She said, giving a hard tug on the leash, \"-or like you. If you cannot accomplish that, then those two will become the same. Understand?\"\n\n\"O-Of course, my Queen. I will not fail you.\" Adrienne hastily walked out of the Queen's courtroom, already screaming at nobles to be ready in the center of town once morning came tomorrow. The Queen turned her head to the left, noticing the worried gaze of her daughter, Princess Mary.\n\n\"Are you concerned about something, dear? I'll make sure that those evil wrongdoers are taken care of, sweetie. There's nothing to be concerned about.\"\n\n\"No-no, it's nothing. Just a little anxious, I suppose.\"\n\n\"Well, you won't need to be much longer. That little guard slut will do her job, I'm sure. One day, you'll do a great job keeping all of the Kink-dom in check.\"\n\nMary simply nodded and walked away, eventually breaking out into a run to her room once out of sight. She knew that the secrets she and *him* kept in her bedroom were wrong. She knew if they were caught, her mother would hold no mercy back. But the thrill of it all-\n\nIt was too hard to prevent herself from being a naughty girl."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She used to be some sort of ancient powerful warrior goddess. The details are unclear, but she remembers more and unlocks more powers each time she orgasms.
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"content": "The first time she came, she gripped my wrists so hard they bled. \n\nHer nails dug into my skin with a strength that betrayed her thin, pale arms. Her eyes flashed brightly white like a bursting moon, illuminating the darkness of my messy room and glinting off the half-finished coke cans in the corner. Her mouth fell open, then her lips contorted quickly in a series of words that must have been in another language, and that she growled sing-song like in a voice octaves deeper than the sweet chirping she used at dinner. The house rumbled with a shockwave. A hell of an orgasm. \n\nAll I could think was: wow, *I* did that? \n\nThe pain in my wrists and the little ribbons of blood that bloomed where her nails were just loosening their grip interrupted any of my own possibility of orgasm. But I was so impressed with myself I couldn't help but smirk. Never in my meager sex life had I ever accomplished so much as a tremble in anything besides the earthworm in my pants. \n\nHer eyes returned to their old mundane brown and she seemed to come back to herself. \n\n\"I'm, i'm a goddess\" she murmured, not quite looking at me. \n\n\"No, I think after that, *I'm* the god.\" \n\n\"That was amazing.\" She said. \n\n\"Thanks.\" I said, wondering what to do with this new ballooning ego of mine inflating from the previously vulnerable property of my laughable loins. \n\n\"What?\" She asked, finally noticing me. \"Oh, oh geez. No, not you. I mean, not to hurt your feelings, but that was *alright*. I guess.\" \n\nMy manhood deflated. \n\n\"I had a vision.\" She explained. \"They seem to come at the strangest times and I'm not sure exactly what triggers them. Actually, now that I think about it, well, OH, oh my god. Oh geez. Anyways, I used to be a supremely powerful being in my past lives. All that rumbling was from my past incarnations. Steve! I used to be some kind of warrior goddess!\" \n\nButt I didn't believe her until our second hook-up, when she was riding me in her car, which was parked at a local park at midnight. Her eyes flashed white again, except this time she seemed suddenly fueled by an inner fire. She lunged her nails into my shoulders and pinned me against the leather of her 1998 Toyota Corolla. Her legs wrapped around mine and she straddled me tighter like a Mongol on his steed and shoved her fist-tight entrance against my spooked and quickly softening snake. \n\nI cried out in pain. \n\n\"Please,\" I winced, \"please let me go.\"\n\nThe fire of my loins had shrunk to an ember, and my whole phallic affair resembled more of a shrimp than a shark. \n\nHer face jolted to an inch away from mine and she shouted in a voice that throbbed like an earthquake: \"YOU WILL FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED FOOL.\" \n\nThe familiar sensation of those lonely times when I had experimented with vacuums suddenly returned to me as I felt her insides inhale my sorry scepter. \n\nUp and down, her posterior quickened in pace and smashed my hips more miraculously than any professional wrestler's wet dream could possibly imagine. \n\nThe next morning, bruised and blue, I finally decided I was done with Tinder."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a priestess of the Goddess of Lust, her daily rituals are of great interest to the rest of the adventuring party
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"content": "Part 1\n\n&#x200B;\n\n \"Uh, sire?\"\n\n\"What is it, Richten? Did you find them? Drink one then toss me a vial.\"\n\n\"N… no, sire. We're all out of tonics.\"\n\nA second of silence among the three of them. The two knights clad in scuffed plate armor both had stern stares equipped to their faces. Both trudging through the trenches of their mind in search of a solution.\n\nThe younger Richten sifted through their knapsack once more. He shoveled out everything within it. From dirt clods to elemental runes for enchanting weapons.\n\nNot a tonic nor elixir in sight. He held each container close to his determined cobalt eyes and found the bottles had barely enough healing liquid to mend even the smallest of parchment cuts.\n\n\"Damn it all! I got cocky and underestimated their forces.\" The older knight rose to his feet, yet his stance was sabotaged by his injuries. They were by no means fatal, if treated promptly. It was the infections that plagued a warriors wounds that truly threatened his life.\n\nSoon, Richten felt the creeping claws of plague ravage his nerves, like the razor sharp talons of a savage wolf rampaged within his veins and organs.\n\n\"Sir Stark… I feel terrible… everything hurts.\" Richten cradled his blonde head, dropping the knapsack and struggling to stand before completely collapsing.\n\nStark marched over to his protege and placed a hand upon his shoulder before patting the disciple down. That's where he found the cause of his affliction.\n\nA gruesome gash in his abdomen stained by some strange green paste. It was a potent poison that the orcs of this domain like to slather upon their weapons. \n\n\"Richten! Oh gods…!\"\n\nDespite his wounds, the veteran Stark retrieved his blade from the carcass of a defeated orc. He hauled the incapacitated Richten over his shoulder and hobbled forward, using his immaculate blade as a crutch.\n\n\"Fight it, Richten. You must fight it! You must keep safe your heart, you must live on!\"\n\nFor an entire mile, Stark stumbled and staggered. His vision began to fade, his dirty blonde locks clinging to his bloodied and sweat-drenched face. His beard caught beads of sweat, and in a desperate attempt to hydrate himself, he licked his dry cracked lips.\n\nYet he continued until he saw the signs of civilization. A church tower. A bell hanging within. Birds of many breeds sitting upon a strange emblem that topped the chapel roof. \n\nHis vision was too smeared to recognize it. With no apparent alternatives, he trudged on. His dented steel boots touched down on the chapel steps.\n\n\"Please! Save my friend. He is a strike away from death! I shall pay you any amount, just see to it that he lives… I beg of you…\"\n\nAs two figures approach at a brisk pace, Richten and Stark fall upon the steps.\n\nStark gives into the blackness, with the hope that Richten will persist and their order's legacy will persist the only comfort in this fleeting minute.\n\nDeath extends its hand as the senses fade, and Stark sees, hears, tastes, smells and feels no longer.\n\n===\n\nThe touch of death is… more gentle than Stark ever expected. A sense of euphoria. A warmth, a weight. Upon his body. The awareness of his faculties returned. The feeling of each individual finger and its position in space. As light prevailed and darkness cowered, Stark peered out into the realm around him.\n\nA woman crouched in front of him, her massive mounds wrapped around the knight's erection.\n\nSuddenly, a revelation.\n\nStark shot back and shouted in shock, smashing his toned dorsal muscles against a wall. This understandably frightened the woman, and she gasped while cupping both exposed nipples with her digits.\n\n\"What in blazes are you doing, woman?\"\n\n\"I'm so sorry, milord! Please forgive my impudence! I was simply preparing you for the healing ritual…\"\n\nThe knight looked on in confusion, taking in both the woman's debaucherous attire and her bountiful beauties. Upon her body was an incredibly short sleeveless one-piece dress with draping silk fabric that stopped at her wide hips. The neck of the dress led into a large chest window that readily exposed not just her cleavage, but both of her massive breasts. Dusky black thigh-highs imprisoned her plump pale legs.\n\nLooking around the room at the gossiping and blushing collection of women Stark noticed they were dressed quite similarly. He covered his erection with a pillow before turning to the woman who once attended to him. \n\n\"Healing ritual…? Where am I?\"\n\n\"You're in a Chapel of the Goddess Nymphadi, in the town of Faesford. We found you and your son collapsed upon the chapel steps…\"\n\n\"Hmhm… My son? You don't mean Richten, do you? He's a bit too old to be my son. Is he here as well?\"\n\nThe girl nodded, helped to her feet by Stark who offered his hand.\n\n\"Worry not. He is alive and on his way to well. His wounds were much more severe, so its likely he had already been sent to meet with the Arch-Priestess.\"\n\n\"It brings me much comfort to know that. Also… I must apologize for startling you, fair maiden. I had not yet regained my wits.\" Stark bowed, his shoulder-length hair cascading down with him.\n\nThe girl stroked her braided brunette hair. Freckles dotted her blushing scarlet cheeks. \"Oh… it's quite alright, sir knight. Uhm… if you'd like… I could... resume the preparations?\" The lass tilted her head and pressed her tits together with her arms.\n\nStark glanced at the nun's jarring jugs, and a grin marched on to his thin and scarred lips. He lay back in the cot, and his freckle-faced attendant climbed in with him. Several girls gathered around the bed and awaited their turn.\n\n[Also drew this for the story](https://dn0.newtumbl.com/img/556370/21469209/1/31319758/nT_iybivb78ud5ye5qd5kjpsd9e.png)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Giving mom a vibrator for Christmas
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"content": "*clonk* \n\n“Ow fuck...”\n\nThe voice was quiet but clearly in pain. Harmony sat up and saw her dad rubbing his toe. \n\n“Didn’t we teach you to put that amp away?”\n\n“I had to make room in my closet for presents.”\n\nShe rolls over and digs her phone out of her bedside drawer to check the time. \n\n“What are even doing in here this early. We can start Christmas late, Santa won’t care. “\n\nThe nineteen year old rolled onto her back, thumbing through her phone as her dad got down on the floor, still quietly cussing the amp. \n\n“Your moms cooking breakfast for her church friends, I just wanted to make my gift a little special you know.”\n\nHarmony yawned and shrugged. \n\n“Whatever you say...you kept her present under my bed?”\n\nHer dad huffs as he stands up with the present in hand. \n\n“I’ve told you that at least thirty times...”\n\nHe leaves the room as she puts the phone back in the drawer and pulls the blanket over her to catch a few hours of sleep. And then it hits her...\n‘She shoots out of bed and runs downstairs but it was too late. \n\n“Really Colin, a vibrator? How fucking old are you?”\n\n“I swear that’s not what I got honest...HARMONY!”\n\nShe jumped and almost fell as she tried to rush back up the stairs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're guarding the jail cells this shift. Tonight, there's a nymphomaniac elf in for driving while masturbating, who's stripped herself naked and is steadily wearing down your self control.
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"content": "\"Hey. Handsome. Over here. I'll let you fuck me if you can get me out of here.\"\n\nI sighed. The elf in the cell was really getting on my nerves now. She'd come in here, arrested for the brilliant idea of rubbing one out while driving. I admit it, it was a pretty hot reason to be arrested, but she was a nuisance. The moment she was locked inside, she started to undress and called over to me every time an item hit the floor. Of course, me being just a man, I got stupid horny off it. My cock was so hard it hurt and had been for a while now. \n\nI turned around and looked at her, sighing. She had long hazelnut hair that reached well past her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed and her purple lips were spread seductively, repeatedly being licked. My eyes involuntarily dropped down. Her fantastic tits were out, nipples hard from the cool air in the cell. Plus, she'd been playing with herself all the time. My eyes dropped down further. Her panties were gone, too, but a thick bush of brown hair kept her privates hidden. Just looking at that and fantasizing about it made my dick jerk. The elf still wore a garter and stockigns though, which only made it hotter. She was a bit pudgy, but that was mroe than alright with me. I tried to calm down, reason with myself.\n\n\"Look, Aeli, I can't let you out. I-\" I started to talk to her, trying to reason with her.\n\n\"but you can let something out. Inside of me. Wink.\" She said with amusement in her voice. I long ago realized she loved to mess with me. \"I want to be filled.\"\n\n\"- could lose my job if I did that. Feel free to ask me for my number and I'd gladly fuck your brains out in private, but I can't, right now. Also - goddamned woman how horny are you?\"\n\n\"It's mating season for us elves. But even without that, I'm always horny. The tales of gang bangs I could tell you...\"\n\nI tried to get the image of this dream woman getting screwed and cum on by multiple men out of my head, but I failed. I swallowed hard.\n\n\"I know you're about to cream your pants, Mr. Policeman. I can literally smell your hard-on.\" She walked close to the bars compromising the cell, pressing her breasts against the cool metal. I heard a sigh, and wasn't sure if it was played or genuine.\n\n\"It's a once in a lifetime chance to fuck me. You wouldn't be my type in the real world, but here, where I'm all but at your mercy, you're so hot...\" Her hands started, provocantly, to drift down into her crotch again. Her fingers raked through her wild, unkempt bush, pulling on it, hard. She hissed, and put a finger into her mouth, getting it all wet. Her hand with the wet finger fell down, and she started to rub her clit while looking at me, no, keeping eye contact. A wicked smile played around her lips as she licked them.\n\n\"Come on. No one's here. It's 3 in the morning. There's only you, your hard on, me, and my drenching wet pussy. You know I'm right. I promise you, five minutes is all you're gonna take inside that cunt of mine. YOu don't even need to enter the cell. Look....\" \n\nShe stood up straight again, turneed around, bend down and spread her plump ass cheeks. She bared everything, and, from my table, I could see her pubes sticking to her wet, slick lips. Fuck, I could even smell her pheromones. She smelled so good. \n\n\"... Ah fuck it.\"\n\nHer head turned towards me as far as possible and a borderline manic grin spread on her face. She started biting her lip when she saw me walking up to her and undoing my belt. I could hear her breath getting labored as soon as I was right behind her. When she saw my pants fall down and my painfully hard errection springing free, she shuddered, hard. \n\n\"I... I just fucking came from looking at your cock.\"\n\n\"Fuck you're insane. I like it.\"\n\nHer hands were still spreading her ass, and I grabbed through between the bars, snatching her tender, slim wrists in my hands. I hear her gasp and shiver in anticipation. Stepping closer, I lined my dick up to her pussy and pushed forward. There was no resistance, no friction, nothing. Just heat and slimy stickiness. I heard her howl as I shove my rod all the way in. Even before I started moving, I can feel her hole contract around my dick, rhythmically. I groan and try not to focus on it cause it feels incredible to feel her tight snatch clamp down in my dick.\n\n\"Jesus... How often do you come?\"\n\nOnce the pulsation stopped, I started pounding. Each thrust was accompanied by loud, wet, squelching noises and screams of her desire. Quickly I realized that she liked it if I pulled out all the way, slooooowly, and then literally rammed it back in, hitting deep. It felt incredible. I never had such visceral, raw sex. Her earlier shouts of \"fuck me! FUCK ME!\" dissolved into grunts and moans and it was incredibly hot. \n\nBut, she was right. While I did last longer than five minutes, it didn't take nearly as long as I wanted it to. The slapping of our flesh together, the deep, hard and somewhat brutal penetration and the raw character of fucking someone through prison bars worked their effect. I could the cum feel boil up in me. Aeli was long beyond reason anyway, being in a passion-induced trance. It was all just a sensory overload, really.\n\nI blew my load when she came again. Shot after shot of hot, sticky and long-saved up sperm shot deep into her womb, filling her up completely. It just didn't want to stop. I nearly felt like blacking out, but I managed to stay on my feet. I was still coming when I started pulling out - I wanted to paint her, to spray it into her bush. So I did. The hair on her labia was now also covered in sticky semen, not just slimy lube. After what felt like an eternity, the eruptions ceased and my breathing normalized again. The elf in the cell had fallen to her knees, shaking and breathing unsteadily. She made noises, but I didn't understand them. \n\nHowever, I saw that she scoped up some of the jizz and started rubbing it on her asshole, trying to lube the other entrance up.\n\nHer head turned to me and, lulling, she asked: \"whaddya say 'bout another go? I wanna get fucked in the ass, too.\"\n\nI swallowed hard. There as a long night ahead of me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Whatever Kingdom was here is now but a memory, kept alive my the ruins of castles and homes reclaimed by nature. Nowadays it's an open frontier, dotted by a small handful of towns and a network of rest stops. Encounters with other travelers are chances to trade, chat, or enjoy a one night stand.
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"content": "\"Hey, you. You're finally awake.\"\n\nAt first I thought I was still dreaming. After all, I was in the middle of the wilderness, far from the next town, and I was most definitely travelling alone. Had it been a rough, male voice, I had believed to be captured by bandits - but the line was spoken by a bright and melodic girl's voice. In short, this was an impossible experience and I was clearly still asleep.\n\nAs I opened my eyes, all thoughts about the reality of this situation went away and were replaced by the sheer wonder of what I was seeing. There was indeed a girl, standing next to my bivouac, looking down on me with a kind and curious sparkle in her eyes. The first thing I noticed was that she was beautiful beyond description. She had long black hair, extremely fair skin and very unusually-shaped eyes.\n\nOvercoming my first shock, I sat up. A pale light and the sparkle of dew around me indicated that it was not too long past sunrise. I still didn't feel fully awake, but a quick check made me reasonably confident that there were no other people around. This clearly wasn't a robbery.\n\n\"Who are you?\", I finally asked, finding it hard not to immediately trust her. The whole situation was surreal.\n\nShe did a little curtsy. \"My name is Xuan Jeong Hwa, at your service.\"\n\nWhat an odd name. \"May I ask what... well...\"\n\nSomehow, despite her obvious violation of all rules of courtesy, I suddenly felt very unwilling to be rude to her.\n\nHer eyes got big. \"Apologies. I should not have approached you while you were asleep.\" She tipped her head in shame, which looked egregiously adorable. I almost laughed.\n\n\"That's quite alright. I'm Władysław.\" I finally got up, which made me realize that she was *tiny*. At 6 feet, I was hardly among the tallest of my village, but she could barely be taller than 4'8''. She was wearing shiny black leather pants with dark brown boots. A simple white linen shirt with a deep (but sadly buttoned up) cut down the middle stood in contrast with a very fancy looking burgundy-red wrap around her waist, along with a belt that held some satchels and a fine dagger. A thin cowl and elbow-long gloves of black leather completed the outfit.\n\nJust as I was done admiring her, she pulled back said cowl and revealed the strangest thing yet - two exceptionally pointy ears peaked through her gorgeous black hair. And then it hit me.\n\n\"You're an elf!\"\n\nThat seemed to make her very happy. \"That I am! I wasn't sure if my kind was still known among yours.\"\n\nI was once again considering if this might all be a dream. \"I... I didn't know you were real!\"\n\nHer eyes dropped a bit. \"Oh. That is... not surprising, I suppose.\"\n\nShe paused for a few seconds, then spoke again with a new spark in her eyes. \"You're going north, right? Would it bother you if I joined you for a day? I could use your protection, and I can tell you everything about my people in return!\"\n\nNormally, I liked travelling alone, but there was simply no way I was going to say no to this cutie. I wasn't on an urgent errand after all. \"We have a deal.\"\n\n\\---\n\nIt soon became apparent that there had been no reason to be concerned about speed anyway. Jeong Hwa had shorter strides than me, but she moved effortlessly through the terrain and didn't seem to tire at all. In fact, she was excessively lively, trying to learn everything about me and where I was from. Oddly enough, although I usually wasn't a friend of talkative people, it was quite endearing, and I was happy to learn about the elves as well.\n\n\"So how come you know of elves if you didn't think us real?\", she asked as we were crossing the Shimmerstream at the lower end of Shiala's Gorge.\n\n\"We have stories that parents tell their children. Of a folk of magical forest creatures, beautiful and pointy-eared, who hunt the woods at night and abduct little troublemakers.\"\n\nHer laugh was heavenly, so proper and temperate, yet bright and unburdened. \"I can assure you we don't abduct anyone! Your stories are only right about the pointy ears part.\"\n\n\"And about the beautiful part\", I added before I could stop myself. The elf girl blushed and I quickly changed the subject. \"So how come we only know fable stories of you? Where do your people live?\"\n\n\"Much deeper in the forest.\" She pointed at the Redhorn mountain range in the east, barely visible through the haze. \"We don't often venture out anymore since the fall of the Tsardom.\"\n\n\"The Tsardom? But that was... hundreds of years ago?\"\n\n\"Almost a thousand. My grandmother was a young girl when the last Tsar died.\"\n\nI looked at her in awe. I had assumed their long lives were part of the fairytales about the elves, but apparently that part was true as well. \"How... how old are you exactly?\"\n\nShe laughed again. \"Oh, I'm only 18 years old.\"\n\n\"What a coincidence ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)\", I thought to myself as we kept walking."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Dude! You promised me a blowjob!”
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"content": "\"You lost.\" Dakar snorted while standing over an unconscious troll. \"I clearly knocked him out.\"\n\nDakar was stood at a solid nine feet of raw muscle, with long horns on each side of his head. He stepped over the troll and plucked the coin purse hanging off his opponents belt. Quickly counting the eight copper coins, he simply left the paltry amount. The lowland Minotaur stepped over to his human companion.\n\n\"No way, I swear I was told that you couldn't knock out a troll. This is some bullshit.\" Matthew spat to the side in frustration, he crossed his arms and leaned against the tree. \"Fine fine. What was it you wanted?\"\n\n\"Don't act coy, Matthew. Our bet was if I lost I would 'crawl on all fours and moo outside my master's workshop.'\" Dakar shook the cobwebs out of his head. \"What I said was that you would blow me and swallow.\"\n\nMatthew clutched at his memories last night, he was pretty drunk and vaguely remembered the minotaur pitching that. \"I thought you were joking.\"\n\n\"Dude! You promised me a blowjob. Don't try to worm your way out of it.\" Dakar reached down and grabbed Matthew by his belt.\n\nDakar carried him through the woods, the last thing he wanted to do was be around when the troll woke up. Occasionally he would glance down at the lithe human in his grip, Matthew was an adventurer and his childhood friend. His heart thumbed in his chest as he thought about how lucky he was to get this bet. \n\n\"So am I getting kidnapped or are you going to let me walk with my own legs?\" Matthew grumbled.\n\n\"Quit whining. It's Minotaur custom to carry spoils of conquest yourself.\" Dakar said as he entered the town gates. He put Matthew over his shoulder as he passed the demi-human districts.\n\nThe cheering and whistling made Matthew turn his head looking at the knowing smiles of the Minotuar's, Orcs, even a few beast cursed humans. He could feel his reputation sinking like a rock tossed in a lake, suddenly the idea of drinking with Dakar in the future sounded like a bad idea. “Put me down, you big gay cow.” \n\nDakar snorted, “Yeah yeah we are here anyway.” He simply stepped into his workshop and placed the human back on his feet.\n\nThe massive minotaur sat on an anvil large enough to seat five, “Well, it’s been a while since I got my dick sucked. I’m so glad you volunteered, Matthew.” \n\nMatthew swallowed, “How about I pay for a hooker, I’m sure there are plenty of orcs that would love farm dick in their mouth.”\n\nDakar shook his head, “I don’t have a crush on them, you are pretty much the only lips I want around my cock but if that isn’t want you want, I’d definitely accept putting up your ass. Though last time I did that to a human they needed a healer to walk again.” Dakar patted at his crotch.\n\nWith his hands running through his head, Matthew knew he was screwed. Dakar was the only blacksmith that would work with humans and one of the few reasons that he was accepted in the demi-human district. Even if he didn’t blow the cow, everyone would think he did just from how he was carried into the workshop. “I’m uh probably going to be really bad at this, I don’t exactly go around blowing guys.” \n\n“I’m honored to be the first. Now are you going to talk me to death or are you going to wrap those cute lips around my dick?” Dakar laughed while removing the claps to his pants.\n\nTwin orbs nearly the size of grapefruits rolled out from Dakar’s pants, Matthew’s eyes took in the sight of a cock thick as a human wrist with a bright pink color. Even flaccid the cock was around eight inches in length. Matthew turned around and immediately locked the door, closed every window and raided Dakar’s wine skin for a mouth full of cheap ale. The curtains did little to block out the sight of Dakar’s rapidly rising cock, the Minotaur was almost a foot and a half of thick meat. \n\n“Remind me not to drink with you again.” Matthew clicked his teeth and reached out with a trembling hand. “How do you even wear pants with this?”\n\n“Loincloths are common for a reason.” Dakar watched as Matthew removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. “Finally. I thought I’d die of old age first.”\n\nMatthew moved close and dropped to his knees. The smell of the organ was the familiar scent of cattle that every minotaur carried about them. He didn’t find it unpleasant and deep down he was a little excited to see if the rumor about Minotaur males was true. His hands touched the warm flesh, it throbbed as he began to stroke it. He ran a finger over the small pearl of precum that formed on the tip, Dakar was an eager bull. He placed the small bead of pre in his mouth to see what would be in store for him later. The salty taste wasn’t any worse than he expected, if anything it was milder than his own though he wouldn’t admit that he sampled himself to anyone. After confirming the taste, he placed his head over the tip and moved his tongue around in slow circles. \n\n“That’s it. Good.” Dakar rumbled, his large hands running through Matthew’s hair. \n\nMatthew ignored the praise and moved his hands to rub at the pendulous sack that moved with every bob of his head. Dakar’s balls were smooth and pink except for a single line of hair that separated each orb. A small jolt of envy ran down his spine, there was little could do that would even phase a female minotaur with his own cock if this was what passed for normal Minotaur males. His tongue flicked against his friend’s cock with an exploratory interest, he wasn’t delighted to have his tongue rubbing against the smooth yet though skin. \n\nStrong hands rubbed along his back while the bovine scent tickled his nose. Matthew relaxed his throat and leaned forward, the organ slid down his throat while he avoid gagging. He felt the bones in his neck pop as he managed to get half of the shaft down his gullet while his hands worked on stroking the oversized bull. The stamping of heavy hooves alerted him to how much the minotaur was enjoying his affections. A small part of him decided to press his luck, his hands moved to coax the massive orbs with gentle pulling while moving his fingers to tease his companion’s taint. \n\n“Dude. How are you so good at this? I’m getting getting close.” Dakar stood up slowly. A flash of excitement went through his heart as Matthew stood up at the same time, never taking his mouth off of his cock.\n\nMatthew pulled the cock out of his throat long enough to tease the tip with his tongue. He felt a tightness in his chest as he thought about the hundreds of times he had seen the girls work at the brothel he grew up in. “Maybe I’m just good at everything and you’ve finally noticed.” He moved his hand further down his friends taint and decided to see if Minotuar’s were really as odd as the rumors claimed. \n\nHis mouth dropped back over the cock with more zeal than before. Bobbing over the organ as deep as he could get, he knew that he would be hoarse by tomorrow. His fingers found their target, Dakar’s tight ring of muscle. Well… it’s do or die. Let’s see if the rumors are true… Matthew sank his moist fingers into his companion. There was no time for him to react before his mouth was filled with a load of bovine semen. The force was strong enough that he swallowed what felt like gallon before he moved off the cock. The second and third blast caught him in the face and the chest. He coughed and sputtered while clearing his throat of the heavy fluids. \n\n“Man… Guy… Matt… Fuck…” Dakar ran through the words as he tried to assemble some manner of coherent thought. \n\nMatthew’s fingers didn’t stop, he moved them in deliberate wiggles to stimulate the bull. Dakar quivered and lowered his head even as addition ropes of cum splattered against the floor. “So this really does work on you guys?” Matthew said before pulling out his fingers which only ended in soft whimpers from Dakar.\n\n“That was a good blow job but those fingers were amazing. We could make a regular thing of-” Dakar started.\n\n“Not gay just resolving a bet.”\n\n“Matthew says with my cum all over his face, chest and crotch.” Dakar moved over and passed him an oil covered towel. “Well if you want maybe we can work out something with your repair costs. I know my boss is milking you for a nice bit of coin.”\n\nMatthew wiped the strong smelling semen off his chest, “Dude. I’m not gay-”\n\n“I’d knock a hundred off what my boss is charging you.” \n\n“-but a hundred gold is a hundred gold.”"
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