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Write a story using this writing prompt: You can detect the deepest, most depraved fantasy a person has just by looking at them. You are at a bar and you spot a group with a few interesting kinks
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"content": "It had been a month since the accident. At first I could only think of the “gift” as my imagination. Maybe the concussion knocked some things around. \n\nDrinking helped push it away. \n\n“Hey bartender, a rum and coke please.”\n\nHe smiled in my direction and the vivid scene played out in my mind. His hands all over my ass which in his imagination was much larger. My freckled body bent over the bar while all the patrons cheered him on.\n\n“Sure thing,” he winked and made the drink. \n\nNo, I came to realize it was not just brain trauma. It was a deep and invasive ability I had acquired. \n\nThe woman next to me at the bar painted a picture in my mind of a firefighter rescuing her from an inferno. \n\nThe drink was cool on my lips and warm in my throat. It had become difficult to be in public and learn every secret urge that drove people. Some things are better left private. \n\n“Whoa.”\n\nA powerful scene invaded my mind. I turned across the way. Two couples sat in a booth cracking jokes. \n\n*The scene played out. The 2 on the left looked like goth punks with pale complexions and gaunt faces. The man was on his hands and knees as the woman ate his ass from behind.*\n\n*The other couple were athletic and tanned. Fit bodies made for the beach. The man was piledriving the woman and tugging on her dirty blonde hair.*\n\n*At some point the fantasies noticed each other. They switched and shared. The goth man fucked the blonde. His skinny frame pounding away at her tight ass. The tanned man was shoving his cock down goth girl’s throat and she was gagging with spittle flying out the sides of her mouth.*\n\nI ordered another drink trying to get my attention off the probably swinging couples. Who would I be to judge them, but...\n\n*They were all together now. The goth guy screwing the blonde senseless while the tan guy fucked his ass. The goth girl pushed her strap-on down tan guy’s throat.*\n\nTheir conversation in reality was banal. Everyday banter on the weather and movies. At some point they noticed my staring. One of them pointed in my direction and I turned away. \n\n*I was in the fantasy now. They were all around me, kissing me, touching, hands running through my burgundy curls, lips on my breasts.*\n\nI ordered another drink. Although at that point I was unsure if I was trying to drown it out or build up the courage to walk over and... and... what? What would I say?\n\n*The fantasy was through with the worship of my body. Goth guy was underneath me. My rear split open by his girth. Tan guy was between my legs. His hips meeting mine over and over again. The goth girl sat on my face dragging herself around it to make a mess. The blonde ran her fingernails down my thighs and calves. Her tongue and lips kissing my feet and sucking my toes.*\n\nI put the drink down and walked over to them. They all turned as I said, “Hello.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Orgasmadrive is a new fuel-efficient power supply for starships. Using the power of pleasure and orgasms to fuel the ship is a lot more effective than one might think. With access to this new technology, crew members may just become the 'engine'.
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"content": "Captain Maya took a swig of her energy drink, a thick, pink substance that mixed together juices from the fruit of the bountiful jungle planet Xylar, the very addictive fluids of a tentacle monster she had a run in with a while back, and a bit of store-brand aphrodisiac to form her own, special fuel. Given that the one major drawback to the Orgasmadrive was the inability to store large quantities of the fuel it produced, it was important to have a little something to always be in the mood to power your ship. But besides that one kink in the system, it truly was a revolutionary device.\n\nThe captain would be the first to admit that she had many skeptical questions about the drive when she'd first heard about it. Like how does \"pleasure energy\" that the device advertised result in fuel? And the fact that 100% of customers ended up satisfied with the product? That seemed like a classic scam to her. But here she was, one of those customers now, ready to begin fueling her ship once again.\n\nNormally, she'd leave the Orgasmadrive to the work of her two ship-hands Ruby and Sapphire, a pair of inseparable twins who the captain had picked up for a bargain price at an auction on Niika. Aptly named based on their hair colors, both of them were usually quite energetic, but at the moment they laid sprawled together on a mattress, passed out in each-other's arms after an exhausting day of work. Maya probably only needed to use one of them as bait for the tentacle monster so the captain could farm its fluids, now that she thought about it, but either way she was the only one in condition to do it now. \n\nThe application of the device was pretty simple. You connect the wired receiving ends to your body's erogenous zones, and you start stimulating them. A few different connection methods were available, basic ones being simple sticky patches leaving you to do all the work, or you could pick up one of the many unique add-ons and modifications. Some versions vibrated, some could clamp on, some would deliberately deny a climax to maximize pleasure energy if that was your type of thing. And supposedly wireless jewelry was in development, but Maya imagined the cost of it would be steep. \n\nShe stared into the abyss of outer space, the reflection in the ship's window slowly undressing as the captain's stares turned from the stars to her pale skin. Smiling, she hooked herself up to the drive, wincing in a pleasurable pain as the device clamped around each stiffened nipple, already beginning to tease her with the slightest of vibrations. She took a moment to massage her chest, letting out quiet grunts and moans when she could just find the right spot to tease herself, often around each sensitive nipple that was already overwhelmed with stimulation.\n\nThe vibrations of the clamps began to pick up, so she prepared the vaginal device. Much less painful, it acted as a simple vibrator, but a powerful one as it got going. Everything had been timed perfectly for the captain's pre-fueling ritual. She took another dose of her aphrodisiac concoction, the first one starting to kick in as she felt the rising heat in her body, the need to kick the vibrators up a notch, as they began to absorb the very energy she produced from this pleasure. The captain laid her back flat on a mattress, her hands ferociously attacking either the pinched nipples that demanded relief of any kind, or to assist the vibrator that buzzed away inside her relentlessly, using the swirling of her fingers around it for just that extra bit of sensation she could give herself.\n\nHer back involuntarily arched itself back, her eyes rolling up as an intense wave of pleasure came over her. She was so close, just a little bit more, desperate for any last jolt of stimulation to push her over the edge..!\n\nMaya's finger found the right place in her body, and that was all she needed to release. It was impossible to contain her moans in that moment, that moment of pure bliss, where every worry faded away in the unmatchable pleasure brought to her! Her body crumbled back down into the mattress, as she took heavy breathes to regain her composure. She didn't have a good look at the meter from here, but that should certainly be enough for a night's trip to Aasymr. Though weak, her right hand reached to unclip herself from the device when-\n\nA hand, soft with fingernails painted blue stopped her. It grasped around her wrist, holding it in the air for a moment before pushing it back down to the mattress's warm embrace, a stark contrast from the coolness of both the air surrounding the captain and the hand that put it there.\n\n\"Uh... Sapphire?\" The captain realized that her noise may have awoken her crew, and a glance to the side of the woman standing over her confirmed that Ruby was circling around. But Sapphire began to descend immediately on her captain, resting each of her knees next to the captain's shoulders, holding her body just above Maya's. This put the blue haired lady's chest just above the captains head, which the captain realized was also connected to the drive. A devious smile began to form on Sapphire's face.\n\nThey weren't usually this assertive. Not in a way that was so blatantly sexual, unless Maya asked them to be so. \n\n...They didn't drink the aphrodisiac did they? Maya had left it right next to their bed, but if they did-\n\nSapphire interrupted the captain's thoughts by planting a kiss on Maya's lips, her hands finding their way around Maya's head to begin caressing her long, black hair as her body began to sink into the captain's. Their bodies became parallel to one another, with the light, cobalt girl passionately throwing herself at her captain, shifting and turning her body so it could rub against Maya's. The vibrations around eachother's nipples only amplified one another, as the captain struggled to push herself away from the woman. Her mind screamed out that she was exhausted, they already had enough energy, but her body--her body pushed onwards."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM]Sexy Story Time Dec. 2019/Jan. 2020
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"content": "Wanting to end the decade with a bang, a couple decides to set themselves a challenge:\n\n*Reach orgasm.*\n\n*Simultaneously.*\n\n*Just as the clock strikes midnight on New Years Eve.*\n\nPulling it off will be difficult... They’ll need to make perfect use of their fine motor skills, and exercise a dizzying amount of self control in such a hot-blooded situation... But fuck if they aren’t gonna try.\n\n(All characters 18+, of course.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man’s attempt at brainwashing a girl to become a slutty bimbo, backfires as he targeted a female serial killer, who is now crazy in love for him
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"content": "*click*\n\n*clack*\n\n*click*\n\n*clack*\n\nDavid inched back from the front door, aghast as Molly strode in, her eight-inch stiletto heels clipping against the cold tiled floor. Her hands were dripping with... was that *blood*? He'd really fucked up with the hypnosis. \n\nHe was overeager at first, he'd pored through through volumes of mental conditioning and psychological tricks. He should have spent more time picking his first conquest, instead of trying his luck with the first girl he found on Tinder. And Molly had seemed nice enough. She worked full time as a veterinarian, had a clever bio and hobbies, a life of her own. She was a bit of a tomboy. Nice petite body, cute glasses, dark hair, full lips, ivory white teeth. The kind of girl that seemed fun to corrupt. *If only he had known.*\n\nThe first date had gone pretty well. He was charming. She was... receptive. When she brought up her smoking habit, he thought he had found his way in. She agreed to a session at his apartment after the date, and it seemed like it went off without a hitch. Induce relaxation with breathing exercises? Check. Put her into a trance? Check. Implant hypnotic suggestions? He decided to start strong, just to see if he could notice any immediate changes. A rise in libido, a push to look and act more feminine, hey, he even tried to implant a disgust reaction to the cigarettes to help her out. And, just to make her want to come back, he implanted an elevation in dopamine and physical arousal whenever she was in his presence. Looking back, that last suggestion was his undoing.\n\nBack to the current situation. He had to get out of here. The Molly in front of him would have been unrecognizable two months ago. Bleached blonde hair, deep red lipstick, a dullness to the eyes he didn't recognize. \"David? Baby, are you like, okay? You look so pale.\"\n\nHe couldn't speak. \n\n\"It's okay sweetie, I'm here now...\" She frowned. \"Seriously, honey, you need to get out more.\"\n\n\"How are you here? I moved out a week ago. I didn't tell anybody where I was! Jesus Christ Molly, what are you doing here?\" He inched back toward the kitchen.\n\n\"Oh come on baby, don't be mad! I knew that you still wanted to see me! That's why I tapped your phone, I knew you'd be lost without me!\" She pouted, then began to brighten. The corners of her crimson lips curled into a smirk. \"Besides, I know you can't walk away from the best fuck of your life. Baby, this pussy belongs to you,\" she crooned. \"I'm your little toy, and my body is built for you to use. Speaking of which...\"\n\nShe shed her black leather jacket, and David felt a pit in his stomach. Under a tight, red stained undershirt were a pair of *enormous* breasts. D cup? Double D? David couldn’t tell. “Do you like em babe? I put them in myself. It’s *crazy* what you can do with local anesthetics…”\n\n“M-molly, you have to leave, NOW!”\n\nA dark look flashed across her face for a split-second, quickly replaced with a chipper grin. “David, I left you alone before and you ran off! Babe, you don’t know what’s good for you. But *I* know what’s good for you. *I’m* good for you. And luckily, I’ll be here with you. For you. Forever!”\n\nHer eyes dulled again. “Forever…\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The chastity belt is a compulsory element of the uniform at Saint Philomina's women's reform school. In spite of this, much to the chagrin of the staff, the mischievous students have found alternative means of sexual gratification.
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"content": "“I’m gonna level with you: I’m lost right now.”\n\nEve wasn't quite sure how to get around it to be honest. Her and Sasha's quiet amorous moments had rarely evolved past some heavy petting, but even the desire to go further was often killed in its crib when they so much as thought about what was between their legs. Well, Eve often thought about what was between Sasha's legs, but her steadily increasing anger toward's their belt and its insistence to keep Eve from her ultimate prize was to kill her mood and leave her high and dry.\n\nThe latter quite literally.\n\nSasha plucked her skirt's hem and hiked it up further, revealing the clasp right above the tailbone. Eve's brother liked to tinker with shit, and were it a simple lock or even a numerical combination, she might have gotten the damn thing off, but it had this weird magnetic circular key that only the staff had. What also wasn't helping was Sasha's ebony rear in her face and the smooth skin glistening slightly under the soft florescent glow of the boiler room. She'd gotten quite intimate with Sasha's butt, occasionally dotting the twin globes with kisses and gentle strokes as she tried to soothe her annoyance at being unable to get her belt off.\n\nNothing worked. There were straps to cut, but that would leave her with no way of getting it back on. Trying to lift a key was out of the question as they were all in the lock box after dark, jimmying it with a small flathead screwdriver was a no go, and trying to squeeze either of their's off was a problem when the belts were settle above their hips. Puberty had given Sasha a much curvier figure that Eve was thankful for, but now it was firmly secured around her pelvis.\n\n\"C'mere, Evie,\" Eve wanted to almost cry out in frustration at her failure, but she was just relieved at being nestled in her girlfriend's grip. Shy did Sasha had to be so much taller than her? Regardless, her ire was slowly whittled away as a gentle hand rubbed her back and a burning cheek nestled into her neck. \"It's alright. At least you got to look at my butt again.\"\n\nEve chuckled. Sasha was trying to soothe her mood, but she appreciated the attempt nevertheless. Her explosive temper was one of the reasons she was sent to the school, but her self diagnosed bipolar mood swings weren't helped by the fact her father distrusted modern medicine and therapy ever since he became an antivaxxer.\n\n\"Come on, sweetie, loosen up a little.\" Her flaring anger had made her shoulders tense, but Sasha had brought her other hand up and began running it through her hair and Eve melted. It was almost like an off switch for her, and coupled with Sasha's taller stature and cinnamon scent, Eve finally began to relax.\n\nUntil Sasha started kissing her neck, that is.\n\nTheir make-out sessions were often short, especially during the day when teachers and the dorm RA were prowling about. For having almost a foot on her and twenty pounds, Sasha was gentle as a lamb. Together they fell to their knees, Sasha kissing whatever bit of skin she could find. Her neck, her shoulder, that little ticklish spot where her jaw met her ear, and finally giving her a little bit of relief with a full five seconds on the lips.\n\n\"Blargh, Coke.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry. I forgot mouthwash this time.\"\n\nAn all girls reform school was not the best place to develop relationships, romantic or otherwise. Saint Philomina's was doubly so due to the utterly puritanical conservative bullshit they kept teaching during every semester. There were three different iterations of sex ed courses that were required to graduate, mostly because they were intertwined as hard as they possibly could with women's history and gender studies. Hell, they taught *Home Economics* here. Didn't that shit die with the fifties!?\n\nAnd that's when Eve, blossoming ball of hormones and unending rage she was, met her lovely starry night. Sasha was one of the tallest girls in the school, but was such a doormat that everyone walked over her. And to Eve's shame, she was one of them. She was pretty, she was tall, and her parents didn't *want* her to be here. It was everything Eve wanted, and she hated her for it.\n\nIn truth, she had her hormones to blame for her change of heart. She was teased by the other girls, but she was teased because she was *pretty*. A decent upbringing had taught her patience and understanding, something which Eve sorely needed to control her unruly moods. Also, and as utterly shameless as it was for Eve to leer, she couldn't help but watch Sasha in her earlier days at the school because her wide hips ensured the skirt rode up her ass.\n\nShe never imagined herself liking girls all that much. She still didn't. There was just something about Sasha. Her smell, her figure, her compassion. It was all she ever wanted. All she ever needed.\n\nIt was no wonder that one night of backing her into a corner she cracked and started crying into her shoulder. \n\nThings blossomed since then. Eve started to protect Sasha from the more violent girls. They hung out more, shared stories, and soon walked to class together. A thankful peck on the cheek. A hand hold here and there. A kiss in an empty room.\n\n\"Haa....\" Eve exhaled and ran her fingers through her girlfriend's dark hair. For being such a doormat, she was awfully proactive during their attempts at sex. If only the two of them could figure out how it *actually worked.*\n\n\"I...\" Sasha went back for a few more kisses. She really loved to kiss. \"I really want these belts off right now.\"\n\n\"Definitely.\"\n\nSasha pawed at her breast and Eve sucked in a breath. Their collective knowledge on how two girls had sex was sorely lacking, but the heat running through their veins was not to be denied. More than that, someone wanted her just as much as she wanted them. Hormones. It had to be the hormones. She was cooped up with a bunch of other girls and no real way to satisfy herself, and while Sasha's excited and firm consent along with her willingness to take the lead during their amateur makeout sessions made her legs tighten against each other and squirm. She wanted her. Badly.\n\n\"Ow!\" Eve hissed.\n\n\"I'm sorry!\"\n\n\"That's my tit, not a cow tit!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your sex life with your boyfriend is suffering a little because you're not quite sure how to tell him you're into butt stuff.
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"content": "Sarah laid naked on the bed, her legs spread wide and her hand was making circles with her aching pussy. Today’s the day. She was finally going to tell him. Her stomach fluttered and a shiver coursed through her skin. She stopped rubbing for a moment and clenched her hand.\n\nWhy had she never been able to tell him? It was such a silly thing. She’d tried three times the last week, but she just never could work up the courage to say the words. It shouldn’t be this hard.\n\nHer hand returned to her wet snatch. Her swollen clit throbbed between her folds. She had a void in her belly, aching to be filled. She could feel it grow inside her. An aching desire, crying out to be filled. She slowly flicked her clit with her finger and gasped.\n\nNext to Sarah on the bed were two dildo, a butt plug and a bottle of lube. She picked up the larger of the dildos and positioned it between her legs.\n\nThe thing that she couldn’t tell him, the she hadn’t been able to find the words for, was that she didn’t want him to fill her pussy up. She wanted him inside her butt.\n\nShe put the head of the dildo between her freshly shaved ass cheeks and nuzzled it against her butt hole. Sarah had been warming up for over thirty minutes. Lots of lube. Start small. Work up. She pushed on the larger dildo and it slid inside her. Her sphincter closed tightly against it and she felt every inch of the lubed up shaft sliding inside her. She engulfed it. She wanted to engulf him. Sarah wanted to feel his quivering cock disappear deep inside her and she wanted to close her eyes and sense the texture of his veiny cock slide into her tight hole.\n\nShe let out a soft moan and reached up to her breasts, softly kneading them between her fingers. The nipples were rock hard and she felt her heart thump impatiently behind her rib cage. Her lungs breathed shallow breaths.\n\nThe dildo slid out. The outward motion was the best. It felt like her hole was still pulling the dildo in. It wanted to keep it there. She could only imagine what it would feel like with his real cock. Would her hole want to keep it inside her too?\n\nA shiver washed over her and goosebumps rose on her skin. Despite her body being warmed by the summer sun beaming in through the curtains.\n\nThen she froze. A key rattled into apartment’s door. It opened and a man entered and slammed the door close behind him.\n\n“Sarah, I’m home,” Doug hollered.\n\nShe pulled the dildo out and put it, and it’s little brother, under the bed. Then she quickly took already lubed up butt plug and pushed it inside her. Her butt engulfed it and thick black base settled between her butt cheeks. Her heart skipped a beat when she stood up. She could feel the plug inside her. Her pussy dripped in anticipation and she squeezed her thighs together.\n\n“Sarah?” Doug asked again, “you here?”\n\nShe picked up a sun dress that she had prepared and pulled it over her naked body. It was borderline translucent in the sun and she knew he loved it. Her stomach fluttered and her hands shook. She clasped them together, took a deep breath and stepped out into the sun soaked living room where Doug was. She couldn’t stop the smirk from trailing up her cheeks.\n\n“Hi,” she said.\n\n“There you—,” he stopped as he saw her in the doorway.\n\nHe dropped his bag on the ground and she walked up to him. With every step she took she felt the plug shift and move inside her. Her nipples brushed against the thin fabric and she put her arms around his neck.\n\n“Are we celebrating something?” he smiled down at her.\n\nShe pulled on his neck and kissed him. Her tongue touched his lips and her mouth opened as he pressed his into her.\n\nShe pulled away, took his hand and led him into the bed room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The nuns of the sex goddess know the only way to truely get someone to repent for their sins is to force them to cum. Alot.
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"content": "Torren was always a wayward soul. \n\nA troubled young man who could never find meaning in anything. A liar, a thief, a villain were all parts he once played. Finding no meaning, he rationalized his destructive and terrible behavior. Often would he spend a night behind bars, and yet managed to avoid execution through shady connections.\n\nBut one day he was grazed by the blade of death. And all of his vile feats flashed before his eyes. Narrowly avoiding a knife to the throat by a man he once called his friend, Torren awoke within the town's chapel.\n\nHe was terribly injured from that clash with his former ally. Beaten and sliced like hog meat to appease a crime lord. The left to die with laughter and what sounded like a distant voice of a woman.\n\nSlowly rising from his bed, Torren peered about through hazy eyes, until he felt a soft hand press lightly against his chest.\n\n\"Please, do not get up yet. You still need rest.\"\n\n\"Where am I?\" Torren groggily inquired as he used his sore arms to feel out his surroundings.\n\n\"A chapel. A holy hall dedicated to her grace, Raethera. I am Yvonne, a daughter of her chant.\"\n\nRaethera. That name sounded familiar to him. \n\nTorren traced his arms, feeling bandages wrapped around them. His vision slowly began to stabilize, and saw most of his body was covered in those cloth straps.\n\nHe also saw the visage of the nun Yvonne. A gorgeous young brunette with round glasses and wide, warm brown eyes. Not to mention how form fitting her robes were. Even through the pitch black fabric, her curves could be discerned.\n\n\"You were terribly injured when she guided us to you. Any later and you would have passed from blood loss. Thank Raethera above I found you when I did.\"\n\nTorren grimaced, the entire scene of betrayal looping in his mind.\n\n\"Should've just left me there.\"\n\n\"What makes you say that?\"\n\n\"Its what I deserved. For everything I've done.\"\n\nYvonne smiled a smile of empathy, her brows slightly upturned. She lay her hand upon his chest, softly rubbing against his bare skin back and forth.\n\n\"Raethera knows of your history, Torren. You've done wrong in the past... but Raethera is kind and loving. She offers redemption to souls much more wicked than yours. All she asks in return is your faith.\"\n\nThat name again. For some reason, every time that name is uttered, Torren feels a wave of warmth and comfort. Like the embrace of an eternal lover.\n\n\"Sister Yvonne, the ritual is ready.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Sister Estell.\" Yvonne gingerly claims the silver tray from her fellow nun and invites her into the room.\n\n\"Torren, this is Sister Estella.\" Yvonne introduces the slightly taller and bustier blonde woman. A lengthy braid swings behind her as she bows.\n\n\"Another lost soul attracted by Her light?\" Estella inquired, sitting upon the bed and patting Torren's thigh.\n\nTorren pondered... mayhaps... there was a reason he was found. He figured whatever ritual these girls had planned wouldn't be too outlandish or extraneous.\n\nAt least that's what he thought before their chanting brought about a certain change to their bodies.\n\nTheir clothes began to burn away, revealing not only their considerably less modest set of robes and their deliciously shaped forms, but two large throbbing erections and heavy shaven ballsacks.\n\nThe Sisters ceased their chanting, and smirks formed upon their faces. Their pupils replaced with hearts that shimmered a vibrant pink.\n\nTorren starred in amazement, the magic of their goddess freely on display, and with some enticing results.\n\nThe nuns crawled into bed with Torren, their dicks and testicles sliding across what skin wasn't covered by bandages, and eventually gliding into Torren's waiting hands.\n\n\"Raethera heals and forgives... all she asks for is your faith... and she will wash away your sins.\" The nuns proclaim in unison. \"Through us, she will expunge your transgressions.\"\n\nTorren did nothing in resistance as the girls tore off his meager hide pants. His modest erection flopped out, and two hands graced its length. Both girls latched their tongue to a nipple, basting his begin boy breasts in saliva.\n\nTorren fondled both of the turgid girl cocks in his hands, rubbing the skin up and down while occasionally cupping their sacks with his ring and pinkie fingers.\n\nThey did the same with his own member, a pair of firm warm grasps upon his cock, each from a different owner. They pumped his shaft wildly, quickly coaxing jets of cum from his penis that shot into the air and fell onto the wooden boards below.\n\nFeeling his soreness begin to fade, he found the idea of converting to this novel faith was what destiny... no... Raethera had planned for him all along.\n\nTo be continued...?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are as irresistible to succubi and incubi as they are to other humans. As such, a group of them have kidnapped you to keep you hidden from the rest of their kind. For your "protection," of course.
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"content": "I groaned as I tested the ropes around my wrists and failed against them. Again. I sat back with a sigh. It had been about a day since I had been...what was the phrase they used? \"Taken into protective custody.\" They used that word \"protection\" a lot. They also used a lot of rope.\n\nI looked around the small room I was being held in. It was made of rough hewn stone bricks, like what castles look like on TV. Of course, I was being held in a windowless room, not a banquet hall or a throne room. There was a rug under me, so at least I wasn't freezing, and they had been kind enough not to leave me in total darkness. What was that light, anyway? I squinted at the ball of illumination that hovered about eight feet in the air in the center of the room. Still couldn't see a light bulb.\n\nNot the weirdest thing I had seen today, though. \n\nThere was a loud *clack-clack* noise as the big iron lock in the door turned, and the door opened to admit a tall, lean man. He closed the door behind himself, and crossed the room in a few long strides. He crouched in front of me, studying me for a long moment, so I returned the favor.\n\nExceptionally attractive was my first impression. He had dark hair that was a bit tousled, not a buzz cut but also not terribly long. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, like glacial ice. Nice broad shoulders, reasonably well-defined muscles showing through his plain black t-shirt. He was exactly the sort of man I had always been attracted to, and here I was tied up in a room with him.\n\n*Down girl,* I told myself sternly. I did my best to meet his stare, and after a few seconds, he spoke.\n\n\"So did they tell you why you're here?\" His voice was deep, almost rumbling in his chest, and it sent a shiver through me. I could feel tendrils of arousal creeping through my body.\n\n\"Uh...not really?\" I answered. \"Something about protective custody. But I've never done anything that would warrant that, so I figure y'all have just kidnapped me. Don't figure there's any chance you'll let me go?\"\n\nHe shook his head slowly, and I felt the hope I was trying not to feed die a little. \"I'm sorry, but that isn't possible just yet.\" He moved from a crouch to sitting on the floor. He was within touching distance, if I stretched out my legs. I stubbornly chose to leave them where they were.\n\nHe took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. \"Okay. So just to make sure we're on the same page with this. You don't know who we are. You don't know why you're here. You have no idea that you've been followed for the last several weeks.\"\n\n\"Wait, what?\"\n\n\"Followed,\" he repeated, watching my reaction carefully. \"Stalked. Like prey. For at least two or three weeks.\"\n\n\"Uh...nope, not ringing any bells,\" I chuckled nervously. \"Maybe you have the wrong girl! So then you can let me go?\"\n\nHe made a \"hmm\" sound, then leaned forward, incredibly close to me, put his nose against my hair, and took a deep sniff. I was frozen. I couldn't believe that this was really happening. He was *so close* to me... I inhaled to calm myself, and instead got a noseful of...*Holy shit what is this cologne? Or is that just him??* I caught the scents of leather, and wood smoke. A hint of...I could swear that that was a secondhand bookstore. And Old Spice? \n\nI shook my head a little, feeling dizzy, and he backed off too. \"Right, sorry about that,\" he said, looking concerned. \"Are you alright?\"\n\nI just looked at him. My words were definitely not working. That smell...it was arousing and sexy and comforting and safe. Fucking hell, I wanted this stranger. Badly.\n\nHe reached out and tapped my face with his hand, and I leaned my face into his touch. He was really looking worried now, and he backed up another couple of feet.\n\n\"Hey. Hey Marissa. Hey, listen to me.\" Gradually my eyes focused again, and I could feel myself pouting. \n\n\"What, do I smell bad?\" Jokes to cover the hurt of rejection. From a stranger. Who has me tied up in a room in God-knows-where. Fucking get it together.\n\n\"Quite the opposite, actually, you smell...indescribably good.\" Did he look embarrassed? \"I had forgotten that you would be susceptible to my scent as well.\" Yep, definitely embarrassed. \"Apologies for that. So, to begin at the beginning. Ready?\"\n\n*For you to ravish me, yes please.* \"...sure?\"\n\n\"My name is Armand, and I am an incubus. The people who abducted you are more of my kind. Incubi, succubi. See, you're a very special person, Marissa. Every so often, a human is born who is as addictive to us as we are to you. We have never been able to figure out why, or how to guard ourselves against it. But we all can sense when one has been born, and that individual is marked for their entire life.\"\n\n\"Marked how?\" All thoughts of kinky bondage stranger sex were banished from my mind. Well. From the front of my mind. I was *trying* to focus, anyway. It was just so goddamned hard.\n\n\"Marked as a target. Usually, people like you are stalked, hunted, claimed, and used until you die.\"\n\n\"And you're just being a good Samaritan, is that it? Kidnapping me and guarding me from the addicted sex demons?\"\n\n\"Not quite. We will be working to keep your lifetime as long as it would be, had you not been born this way. But we cannot hide you perfectly forever. Sooner or later, you would be found and taken from us. So, we will be selling access instead. Hopefully, with the weight of regulation behind us, my brothers and sisters will be able to control themselves.\"\n\n\"Uh...what?\" Selling access? That sounded an awful lot like... \"Are you talking about pimping me out to sex demons? Do I get a say in this?\"\n\n\"Of course. You are a sentient creature, you have free will. You will be well cared for if you choose to stay, a life of comfort and luxury.\"\n\n\"What happens if I say no?\" I asked suspiciously.\n\n\"Then we will return you to your home and leave you to your fate.\" There was something terribly final about how he said that; it sent a cold shiver down my spine. \n\n\"Uh... how long do I have to decide?\"\n\n\"We were hoping you could answer as quickly as possible. But, if you'd prefer more information, I have been given...authority, if you will.\" He moved from sitting to his hands and knees, and crawled closer to me. Soon his incredibly sexy face was only a few inches from mine.\n\n\"I have been given permission to show you a sample of what you would experience, were you to agree,\" he whispered. I moaned softly when his breath touched my lips.\n\n\"Yes please,\" I whispered, and he closed the distance between us.\n\n*To be continued...?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wild Humans
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"content": "This parasite is a somewhat unique breed. Taking up residence in the brain, it regresses the host to pure animalistic instinct, removing higher brain function and instilling a far greater sex drive. The eggs it produces travel to the host's nether regions, and are subsequently transferred following successful copulation. While most hosts merely attempt to seduce their targets via mating dance, others tend to be a bit more forceful, and others still are known to mutate somewhat to aid in this"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man works at a holstaur ranch, milking the breasts and cocks of the gorgeous and horny livestock that prefer the human touch over machines.
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"content": "Contains: futa women with horns, male on futa, hormone use, milking, chastity, exhibitionism and voyeurism.\n\n\n----------\n\n\n“Erm, excuse me?” Mattie said nervously, twirling a lock of hair around one of her short horns. The handsome young man wearing jeans and a button-down with some odd equipment on his belt closed the door to his car and looked over to her. \n\n\n“Can I help you?”\n\n\n“Yes…” She looked around vaguely at the gravel parking lot and the industrial structures around them. “I’m, um, supposed to have an interview here, but I don’t know what building to go to…”\n\n\n“Oh, you’re… Mattie, aren’t you?”\n\n\nShe blinked in surprise. “Yes... How’d you know?”\n\n\n“I’m Jake.” He held out his hand. “We spoke over the phone.”\n\n\n“Oh!” She took the strong grip, her heart fluttering as her weak smile was met with a charming one. “Pleased to meet you in person.”\n\n\n“Likewise.” Jake stepped back and glanced at his watch. “Little early, aren’t you? The interview’s not for another forty minutes.”\n\n\n“Well, um…” She looked at her feet. She didn't want to admit that she knew she'd get lost. “Better early than late? I can just wait somewhere I’m not in the way until you’re ready for me.”\n\n\n“Hmm… I was planning on having you tag along for a morning visit anyway. Give you an idea of what you’d be in for. You want to do that now instead of later?”\n\n\n“Um… sure.”\n\n\nHe flashed another smile, his brown eyes warm. “Then come on, I’ll show you the barn.”\n\n\nIt was a bit of a misleading name. She was expecting… well, red-painted wood and hay bales, even though that was ridiculous - not to mention offensive. The building he led Mattie to was more like an expensive college dorm, and she looked around in awe at the well-stocked common room and kitchen area. \n\n\n“Everyone has their own room,” Jake said, gesturing down the halls at the numbered doors. “They’re free to do whatever they want in there. They can also come out here and hang out. We make sure there’s plenty of entertainment available. Video games, streaming services, whatever. There’s a nice walking path through the woods nearby that a lot of them use, and we’re looking into having a pool built. As long as they’re here for their morning and evening milkings, they can go into town whenever they like. Special arrangements can be made for vacations… yes?”\n\n\nMattie’s eyes were locked onto a strange contraption of metal struts, cushions, and loose straps that looked very out of place amid the plush couches and flatscreen TVs. “What, um…. What’s that?” \n\n\n“That’s a milking frame,” Jake said. “It helps support a holstaur in a convenient position.”\n\n\n“Yeah, but… why is it out here…?”\n\n\n“We measure an individual’s production quantity in different scenarios,” he said matter-of-factly. “Some holstaurs do better with an audience.”\n\n\n“O-Oh…” Mattie felt her cheeks grow warm. “Like… oh…”\n\n\nJake chuckled. “Nobody’s shy around here. Not for long, anyway. Morning, Terry.”\n\n\nThe sleepy holstaur coming out of the door marked ‘9’ gave the two of them a little wave as she shuffled towards the coffee pot. She wore nothing but blond bedhead and a pair of pajama pants. Mattie’s blush darkened as her eyes locked onto the huge breasts on display, only barely covered by little black patches over the nipples. When she was able to tear her gaze away, she looked questioningly at Jake, too embarrassed to put her curiosity into words.\n\n\n“The seals prevent leakage, as well as any unauthorized milking,” he explained, with a smile that did nothing to help the heat in Mattie’s face. “Now, enough sales pitch. I’ll show you what you can expect.” \n\n\nShe followed him down the hall, her heart quickening. He knocked at a door and called out, “Kayla?”\n\n\n“Jake?” a muffled woman’s voice responded. “What’s up?”\n\n\n“I’ve got a hopeful here, mind if she watches?”\n\n\nThere was a pause, then a laugh. “Do you need to ask? Come in already!”\n\n\nHe opened the door with a grin. “Gotta follow the rules. Anyway, Kayla, this is Mattie. Mattie, this is Kayla.”\n\n\n“Hello,” Mattie managed in a small voice, staring at the holstaur before her. Kayla was big, taller than Jake, and apparently fresh out of the shower. Beads of water stood out on flushed skin and damp brown hair cascaded down between her horns. She was also just as brazenly topless as Terry, only wearing a towel around her waist. A towel, Mattie noticed, that had a conspicuous bulge in it.\n\n\n“Hey there,” Kayla said, a smile playing across her face. “Jake, you brought me a cutie.”\n\n\n“Now, none of that, she’s a guest,” Jake admonished, his tone undercut by the fact that he was still grinning. “Mattie, I should tell you that fraternization is officially forbidden, and that only handlers are allowed to perform milkings. I’ll also say that unofficially, so long as they’re playing safe and we get the final product, no harm, no foul.” He winked. Mattie’s cheeks burned. “Plus, if such a thing were to happen, there might be some evidence of it increasing production. So hey, everybody’s happy.” \n\n\nKayla cleared her throat, and Jake turned his attention to her. \n\n\n“Sorry, I know you’re eager. Go ahead and get in position.”\n\n\n“Eager,” Kayla scoffed, whipping off her towel. “More like ready to burst.”\n\n\nMattie stared. She had expected a magnificent cock, and there was indeed one. She hadn’t been expecting the clear plastic chastity cage that kept it locked up tight. It looked painfully swollen inside the confined space, and the tight, heavy balls below it made it seem like Kayla wasn't exaggerating. A strand of precum oozed from the tip as Mattie watched the holstaur arrange herself on a milking frame set up next to the bed. Her knees went onto cushioned rests, and she draped her upper body over a web of straps that held her comfortably while letting her big breasts hang free. Jake pulled out a keyring and thumbed through half a dozen before finding the one for the padlock trapping Kayla’s cock. She groaned as her length was finally freed, gripping the handles of the milking frame tightly.\n\n\n“Mmm, fuck that feels better…” She looked over at Mattie, blatant arousal in her gaze. “Don’t worry, it’s not normally this bad. I’m just on a new-” she sucked in a sharp breath as Jake gripped her shaft “-regimine.”\n\n\n“Because *somebody* decided to jerk a small fortune into tissues,” Jake teased, scooting a stool forward and beginning to slowly stroke her. To Mattie, he added, “We didn’t use chastity cages until we realized why some of them had such inconsistent outputs. Despite masturbation being explicitly prohibited in the contracts…”\n\n\n“You try getting pumped full of hormones and living in a house full of hot women,” Kayla said, squirming a little. “It’s like being a teenager all over again.”\n\n\nMattie stood there awkwardly, tugging at the hem of her sweatshirt, her face on fire but unable to look away. She knew what she was getting into. She knew. She knew. She had to keep saying that to herself, because half of her was screaming ‘Why are you here?!’ and the other half desperately wanted *her* to be on that milking frame with Jake’s hand on her cock. Her jeans had been uncomfortably tight for a while now, and her panties were already starting to feel damp with pre.\n\n\nJake stopped for a moment to pull out a condom and roll it over Kayla’s thick shaft. Somehow, Mattie though it would be more high-tech than that. He added some lube to the latex before returning to a gliding motion, up and down, up and down, making Kayla moan and bury her face against her arm. He was methodical yet swift, keeping a steady pace while occasionally varying his stimulation, a technique that seemed like the result of hours and hours of practice. It proved very effective on the pent-up Kayla, whose breathing grew more ragged by the minute as she squirmed and gasped. Mattie could only stare and attempt to adjust her pants as she held back every impulse that was begging her to join in.\n\n\nTo her relief (and regret), she didn’t have to hold on for long. Kayla shuddered in the straps and tried to buck her hips forward, groaning. The material over her tip bulged as she shot pulse after pulse after pulse of hot cum into it, far more than a human or even an average holstaur ever could. She was left panting, randomly tensing with aftershocks as Jake milked the last few drops from her. Finally satisfied, he peeled off the condom and knotted the end before gently rubbing Kayla’s thigh.\n\n\n“That was a good one. How are you feeling?”\n\n\n“Like you jerked the goddamn soul out of me…” she mumbled. Lifting her head to look at Mattie’s red face, Kayla winked. “When you get the chance, ask for him to be your handler. He’s got magic fucking hands. And a nice-”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] As a Game Master, I run erotic campaigns for all types. However, I've recently hit a dry spell when it comes to creative stories and roleplays. With that in mind, prompt me with literally anything to suit a D&D-like roleplay. Could be fantasy, could be an Established Universe, modern, etc.
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"content": "> Nothing waterworks related\n\n\nDamn, and I've got all these great ideas with water treatment engineers...\n\n\nJokes aside, how about a group of adventurers are trying to talk their way past a guard? The gorgeous charismatic bard gets nowhere with attempted flirting, but the guard shows a small yet significant interest in the party's shy cleric. Optional extra: >!The cleric is the same gender.!<\n\n\nFeel free to change up details."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Rule Changes
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"content": "Could you clarify as to what is meant by \"offensive/hateful\" prompts? I take it that things like racial slurs and opaquely hurtful themes are out, which I am *completely* fine with, but what about things like:\n\n* Prompts that are likely to generate responses themed around dubious/nonconsent (e.g. \"You're cornered by a lecherous bandit and you'll do *anything* to stay alive\", \"You're a hypnotherapist and you can't resist taking advantage of your sexy client while s/he's under a trance\") \n* Prompts involving fringe kinks that, while not against reddiquette or the Community Guidelines, might not appeal to many or even most subscribers (e.g. \"While peeing in the bushes during a camping trip, your hot friend spots you and gets turned on\", \"When your roommate finds out that you're a total pain slut, s/he decides to see how far you can be pushed\")\n* Prompts that involve things that might be offensive outside of the context of a sexy fantasy, like orientation play or non-racial degradation (e.g. \"You've always thought of yourself as a lesbian, but when Jake stepped out of the shower, you knew you had to have him\", \"You insist you aren't a sissy slut, but your mistress is determined to prove you wrong\")\n\nI ask because I love this community and I don't want to accidentally break this new rule, but some of my prompts and the responses I've written have flirted with ideas like the above and I'm just trying to get a baseline for how much these changes will impact me.\n\nThanks!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Items and equipment with sexy/kinky (side)effects
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"content": "**The Amulet of Xochiquetzal** - causes the breasts of the wearer and everyone within five to ten meters to swell and begin lactating. Everyone within range, or who has recently drunk the milk of someone affected, is guaranteed to get pregnant after having sex.\n\n**Monocle of True Sight** - Peer through this crystal lens to see the truest desires of anyone you look at, as well as their most sensitive spots and how sexy they find you.\n\n**Portal Gun, but Horny** - It's the gun from Portal, but every time you fire it, you get hornier and hornier.\n\n**Dildron, the talking dildo** - an ancient golden dildo. It is intelligent and can speak. it tells stories of a time when heroes and monsters roamed the land to any who will listen. It is grateful to be unearthed from it's tomb, but disapproves of modern people with their relatively prudish ways. No bikini armor! No Codpieces! Disgraceful! if you stick it inside you, it's shrill voice will be muffled so you don't have to listen to it complain.\n\n**The Fuck Armor** - A suit of power armor with all sorts of weapons and gizmos. It can absorb any level of damage or hazardous radiation, and never even runs out of life support, however, the more it absorbs, the more it wakes up and begins to fondle and molest the wearer. Perhaps, if you're a smooth talker, you can convince it to wait until the danger has passed to grope you, but then perhaps not.\n\n**Choker of Subservience** - Put this on and snap your fingers, and you will lose all independent thought and become totally suggestible until you are ordered to snap your fingers again. While under the effects, you will be dimly aware of what is going on, but generally unconcerned with what happens to you.\n\n**Rings of Sensation Sharing** - Two plain rings. When worn by two seperate people, they share all physical sensations, such as arousal and touch and tickling."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bea, the fighting gym Leader in the Galar region, seems to have undergone a peculiar transformation. Even worse, she seems totally unaware, despite being much shorter now. Now, she technically is a Pokemon, despite thinking and talking like a person, which means she can be captured too!
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"content": "We finally reached the Borm river to settle. It's been a long time since we had luxury of clean water and ability to rest undisturbed. I sat down against the tree, looked up at the sky and inhaled as deep as I could just to clear my lungs.\nThere was no more rush or worry, we could spend weeks camping here and I could spend weeks watching her thighs setting up her tent.\n\nI've been fantasizing for weeks what she would look like without all the garments covering her beautiful body \"good night\" her lips whispered and she disappeared into her tent just like I would like to disappear into her. The urges rose and I couldn't help myself but think - maybe I should go to her tent and start pleasuring her with my tongue, maybe she'll let me? But no. It was just too risky, after such a long journey I don't want our relationship to be ruined just because of my urges.\n\nStill. I had to do something, I walked away, closer to the river where I found a comfortable patch of grass to sit on and dropped my clothes. Pre-cum was covering my fingers as soon as I touched. It was streaming down my hand and I understood that it won't take me long to cum. I reached back into my bag, found my old abused pokeball and whispered out \"Bea I choose you\".\n\nHer right figure appeared in front of me that was formed by years of training. She knew why I summoned her, she smiled, turned around and bent over exposing her tight gap and pulled her tight shorts down revealing her dripping vagina ready for me as always.\nShe walked closer, suddenly I found myself with her clitoris between my lips and her juice all over my torso. She took my hand and pushed my thumb into her vagina and other fingers into her anus. I loved the feeling of her tight wet hips squishing my hand to slow it down.\n\nI stopped and she knew exactly why. She squated down enough till I could feel her vagina gripping around my penis head, she started moving and it felt like I was in heaven. Her wet body was moving against mine and that subtle moan I am so used to still managed to surprise me. It's been almost a decade of me using her, but it never failed to surprise me and knew exactly what I liked. After all I was her master.\n\nHer tight muscular body was moving up and down with her hands holding my head squished against her breasts when I suddenly heard a friendly \"may I join?\".\nShe got out of her tent!? She is actually into me?!?! What is happening?! All the questions shot out of my head and got forgotten immediately as Bae sped up her body and tightened the grip.\n\nI finally see her taking her clothes off and I am so close to climax. This isn't fair. Bae! Stop! That was the first time I said that to her. Surprisingly - she didn't obey. Of course she didn't, she was doing her job. Lisa smiled. \"Don't stop her, I want you to have something to compare me with\".\n\nLisa's naked lean body approached while Bae's animalistic vagina was throbing around my penis. Lisa stepped over me with one leg and presented with her clitoris rubbing against my face. Her fingers dug deep into my hair and her moan was so much different from Bae's. It was amazing, I could feel Lisa's warm juice dripping down my body and mixing with Bae's. Who started licking it off my chest.\n\nBae put her hands on Lisa to spread her ass cheeks and started licking her asshole while riding me. I couldn't help myself but to try and slow Bae down as I never wanted this to stop, but to no avail. Two women pleasuring one another and using me as a toy was not something I expected.\nLisa stood up and said \"it's my turn\". She threw a pokeball at Bae who was mid-thrust on my throbing juicy penis and disappeared.\n\nI was welcomed by Lisa standing on her fours and her anus staring at me with invitation. She said \"Bae warmed it up for you, don't waste it\".\n\nMy cock slid between Lisa's tight ass cheeks inside her and she released the loudest moan. It wasn't pain, it was pleasure we both been waiting for for ages. I started thrusting against her while grabbing her waist to help me fuck her harder. She reached between her legs and grabbed my dripping balls softly squeezing them and massaging my anus with one finger. \"I'm going to cum\" I said, she jumped forwards grabbing my pulsing dick and wrapping her lips around it. She kept stroking it till I filled her up.\nLisa pushed me over and my face disappeared between her thighs \"again!\"\n\n\n-\nSend me butts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In space, something can hear you scream. Unfortunately, it's an eight foot tall, fanged, reptilian alien. Fortunately, it's not interested in eating you. It keeps trying to tell you something, and you finally realize what. It wants you to fuck the ever loving shit out of it.
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"content": "The Salvage Guild had a simple rule about stripping old generation ships: **Life Aboard, Abort Abort**. 99.999% of the time, eons-old starships like the *Oze's Promise* were long past their ability to support any life by the time a salvager like Davis came along, but he knew that anyone who ignored the astronomical odds, did so at their own peril.\n\n\"This doesn't make any sense, Mazr,\" he said to the ship's AI. \"The *Oze's Promise* shouldn't be running this hot, let alone running at all. What the hell is keeping it at Sixty-five degrees centigrade? If there were any people on board, they would have been cooked like bratwurst by now.\" \n\nHe pulled up the combat panel and thought about \"grailing\" her, a trick that less ethical salvagers used on vessels that were not quite dead, but it would be hard to cover up the blast marks in the salvage yard. He moved away from the panel and looked at the scanners again. \"I can't see shit from here, Mazr,\" he said, \"I'm taking a walk.\"\n\n*That would be ill-advised, captain,* Mazr replied. *Your EVO suit is rated for six-point-zero hours of space work. Entering a generation ship uninvited is also a violation of three different-*\n\n\"Don't you ever just, stop?\" Davis interrupted. \"I'm just going to poke around, in and out. Besides, I'm allowed, no, *obligated* to investigate a ship if there's visible damage.\"\n\n*Sir, I detect no visible damage,* Mazr started, but stopped when Davis fired a short burst of ballistics and knocked off a mooring bracket with practiced ease. *In that heat, you'll have three-point-four hours before your EVO suit runs dry. Be back before then.*\n\n\"Yes, mother,\" Davis said sarcastically before heading for the shuttle.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nDavis docked in the *Oze's Promise*'s aft hangar bay and looked for the control panel. \"Can you get me emergency power?\" he asked. \"I'd like to at least see the bulkhead before I hit my head on it.\"\n\n*One moment, captain.* \n\nHe squinted his eyes when dark red lights illuminated the edges and walls. *Captain, I'm reading auxiliary life support still functioning in crews' quarters. I'm loading the ship map to your suit.*\n\n\"Well, shit,\" he groused. \"I can't imagine the *funk* in that place by now. On my way.\" He exited the shuttle and his visor fogged up almost immediately. \"It must be like a fucking swamp in here,\" he said, wiping with his glove. \n\n*Ambient temperature is sixty-five C and holding, humidity at ninety-three percent, captain. I hope you brought a towel.*\n\nDavis rolled his eyes and made his way to the hangar bay exit. He followed the HUD map of the ship, noticing the beads of precipitation on every surface. \"Normally I'm a fan of hot and wet,\" he said, \"but not on a ship I'm planning to dismantle.\"\n\nHe pushed his scanners to the max, looking for any signs of movement, any life on board, but the decks were uncluttered and empty. Davis thought about his last salvage job: the absolute trashing of the corridors, control panels ripped off the walls, and raided supply rooms. They all told a story of desperate people who met unfortunate ends, but on the *Oze's Promise*, it looked like the crew simply vanished. He opened the crew deck doors and stepped into mud. Unlike the other parts of the ship, the crew deck was brightly-lit and substantially *dirtier*. \n\n*They must have hauled it from the biodome, but why?* he thought. As he slogged down the hallway, he noticed the open cabin doors, the rooms full of lush green plants. \"Any signs of complex life, Mazr?\"\n\n*I'm reading a large biomass in the dining hall at the end of corridor A. I'll mark it on the map*. \n\n\"Just follow the white dot,\" Davis grumbled. \"What could go wrong?\" The mud sucked his boots as he moved forward, slowing him more. He checked his suit time. *Shit*, he thought, *this is taking too long.*\n\nHe opened the dining hall doors and gaped. \"What, the fuck?\" The space had been transformed into a desert. Sand clumped on his muddy boots as he waded inside. Large smooth rocks surrounded a pool of cloudy water in the center of the room, and a path led to another rockpile that looked like a cave. \n\n*This isn't right,* chimed Mazr. *Why would colonists do this?*\n\n\"That's easy,\" he whispered as he watched an inhuman figure rise from the rocks. \"*They* didn't.\" \n\nThe slender being was almost two meters tall when it stood on its feet. Its slick and smooth head and tail reminded him of a salamander. Aquamarine spots dotted its dark green skin except for the pale white area over its belly and chest. Davis stood still, waiting to see if it noticed him. It flicked the air with a long tongue and began to move off the rocks and slowly in his direction. \n\n*Shit! Shit!* he thought as he tried to unfasten his sidearm quietly. The moisture had made his gloves slippery and his gun fell on the sand with a soft thud. \n\n\"Fuck!\" he screamed as he ran for the door. He felt something heavy land on his back, sending him to the ground. He crawled in the sand as its tail wrapped around his waist and squeezed. \"Shit!\" he exclaimed as he was lifted off the ground and brought him deeper into the dining hall, back to the pool. He landed in the the shallow water on his ass. \n\n\"Mazr, can you blow some holes in the ship without killing me? I doubt it can survive in a vacuum.\"\n\n*While that may be true, that action would be in direct violation of the Salvage Guild's code of conduct.* The creature pinned him against a rock and licked his visor. It's tail bound his legs. \n\n\"Well what does it say about self-preservation?\" Davis asked between pants. \"What if it's trying to kill me? Oh shit! It knows how to work the buckles!\" Davis struggled helplessly as it opened his suit and tepid water rushed in. His visor fogged up from the inside as he screamed, the creature peeling back his suit as if he were a banana, leaving him in his loose shorts. The temperature in the air was oppressively hot, but the part of his body in the water was substantially cooler. He grabbed two stones from the water but the alien held his arms tightly.\n\nDavis closed his eyes and made peace with his maker. The creature lifted his helmet from his head and licked his face. The helmet floated in the pool, and Davis thought about Mazr, listening to him dying. \n\n\"Alright lizard lips,\" he said with false bravado, \"do your worst.\"\n\nIt tore open his shirt and licked the sweat off his chest. Davis seethed as it flicked his nipples, holding him tightly as he tried to squirm out. He didn't expect to feel something in his thigh, but there it was: its tail was sliding between his legs, directly against his cock. He looked down at the bobbing blue end popping in and out of his waistband and he realized that it sort of felt *good*.\n\nHe didn't know if it was releasing a toxin through the skin, but he felt his muscles relax, and he began to enjoy the rhythm, bringing him to full mast. \"Oh, fuck,\" he groaned as the tail moved faster against his shaft.\n\n*Captain, I have cannons aimed at decks five and six*, he heard from his helmet.\n\n\"Wait! Wait!\" Davis yelled. \"Not yet, I'm almost there.\"\n\n*Say again?* \n\nThe creature leaned closer and licked his neck, each like a cooling lash against his skin. It straddled his lap and sunk over his hard cock and Davis saw stars. The insides of the alien was as hot as the air, and just as slick. It pounded into his hips until his toes curled. If he was going to die, he thought this wasn't a bad way to go. \n\nHe let go of the rocks and slid his hands onto its legs. It was so smooth, like warm silk. The creature loosened its grip and he moved his hands over its sides, helping it rock back and forth on his cock. It hissed and chortled as Davis became a willing partner, exploring its body as much as it was doing to him. \n\nHe grunted and came hard inside it, holding the base of its tail as he felt his cock pulse with load after load. He was panting hard, the hot air filling his lungs. \n\nThe creature must have felt it as well, and it crawled out of the water and reclined on the large rock near them. Davis could see his cum dripping from between its legs. He slowly grabbed his suit and put it on, watching and waiting for a response. When none came, he backed out of the room and made a hasty return to the shuttle.\n\n*Perhaps it was its dying wish*, Mazr said as Davis plotted a course to the nearest station. *Several species mate and then die.*\n\n\"God, I hope not,\" Davis replied. \"That would be a damned shame.\" He could still feel the heat in his lungs and something else tingling in his groin, a reminder that in space, it never pays to play the odds.\n\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A knight has been sent to investigate and possibly deal with an uncommon abundance of harpies.
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"content": "The harpies were breeding at such a rate that even as I came up the road I could see their forms circling the ruined fort in lazy arcs. I kept my shield and spear tight to my body, while a single harpy wasn't deadly an entire flock could easily get out of hand. The road to the keep was shoddy enough that I had to dismount my horse, Milton snorted and stood under a tree to avoid the blistering summer heat. \n\nThe road quickly gave way to the rubble of the castle gate, ramparts were dotted with black stone that did little to survive the war that ended the forts long history. The moat was dried out and I quicky traversed the bone dry ditch to enter the courtyard of the fort. The moment my boots passed the stone wall a harpy with bone white wings dropped in front of me. Her wings outstretched and her golden eyes locked on me. \n\n\"Human. Go that way. Away from eggs.\" The harpy spoke pointed her arm like wings along the side of the building.\n\n\"You can talk? Could you direct me to your leader?\" I responded as softly as I could. \n\nThe harpy looked away behind her and at the eggs that were stacked in a shack near more bone white harpies. There were a few young harpies still covered in soft fuzz. My heart was warmed that I could find no human bones among the wolf and fox bones that the chicks played with. She took a deep breath and let out a loud screech. My ears rang as she flapped away, the other harpies watched me from the ramparts. \n\nThe white harpy turned to me, \"Breeder come.\"\n\n\"Um... Thank you, Ma'am?\"\n\n\nI waited for a moment before I felt myself floating to the top of the battlements. My armor attempted to counter the magics on me but it wasn't an attack so I just landed softly on a sturdy part of the rampart. My hand drifted to my sword before I spotted a smaller black feather harpy. The harpy had such feminine curves that I barely noticed the impressive shaft hanging between his legs. I must have been caught staring because the harpy cleared his throat with a feminine cough. \n\n\"Can I help you Sir Knight?\" The harpy spoke with a female voice but lack the ample breast and puffy mound. \n\n\"I mean no offense but I'm a beast knight of Karmil. My name is Robert Goldbrand. I have spent my life knowing all of the local monsters of Karmil Kingdom and I know there are no male harpies. What are you?\" I said I approached the strange faux harpy.\n\n\"Oh. A researcher, are you? Do you have any books on harpies? Maybe a few summoning scrolls? I do have some items to trade.\" She, erm he, walked closed enough that I could smell the sweet floral scent. Most harpies smell of carrion or fruit depending on species, few actively groomed themselves.\n\n\"Erm no. I was sent here to figure out why we have started to see so many harpies but the attacks on caravan's have dwindled to nothing. Is there a rogue druid controlling your flock?\" I asked while the harpy sniffed about my frame like an excited dog. \n\n\"Nothing of the sort, Sir Goldbrand. I control this entire flock, I have forbid them from bothering the local humans. They are free to offer themselves to the local men but no more kidnapping or stealing.\" The male grinned, \"You might notice that there are a lot of brown and red chicks down there. Those are my own children, they are smarter and far less aggressive that the Cape Harpies that make up most of my flock. Deeper in the fort there are a few Jewel harpy females with their clutch, you probably know how they get so I'll have to wait till they are ready to breed before I can go back into my own room.\"\n\nI stood stunned at the male, \"You seem to be a likable sort but what are you.\"\n\nHe turned around and raised a leg on a stone over looking the dry moat, \"My name is Unba and I'm a chimera, I'm one part incubus, I'm one part harpy, and my soul is that of a human. I was created to deal with the harpies, my father wanted me to breed the current lines of their aggression. He made about sixty of us and raised us well, only one problem with his whole plan.\"\n\nI paled to think what sort of wizard would have created this being but my eyes were focused on the bright pink hole that quivered between the beings ample cheeks. \"Go on?\" I offered finding myself enraptured and worried in equal measure. \n\n\"As an incubus I have a need for semen, as a harpy I have a strong desire to fuck a virile male and as a human I don't have a fertile season. What I do for my flock I do out of love but what I need is strong set of hands to hold me down and fuck me like a tavern whore in a orc warband.\" Unba turned to me with a calm smile, \"I am educated, intelligent, and in all but name I am royalty among my flock.\"\n\n\"I can see your problem,\" I took a deep swallow, \"I'm guessing you are pitching the offer to me? I have to admit the idea of being sodomized by another male is unappealing no matter how attractive your body is.\"\n\n\"I have three hundred and thirty seven harpies that I can sodomize. That is just the cape harpies. I need dick. Not want, not just like. I literally need it to live and I am starving, I could go hunting for dick but that leaves my flock to their own devices without a hybrid old enough to keep them in line.\" Unba turned his head, \"I'm not going to beg but I will ask. Sir Goldbrand of Karmil kingdom, I would ask you to be my royal consort and liaison between our kingdoms. In exchange for this position, I offer one of the sixty copies of my father's notes regarding my families creation.\"\n\n\"Why me?\"\n\n\"Because beast knights are known for their connections to monsters and Karmil Kingdom’s climate makes it wonderful for raising both species of local harpies. I’d rather be here than in the desert trying to raise blackwing harpies. I wouldn’t mind having a live in doctor either, from the books my father gave me and the stories. A bonded beast knight usually lives amoung his beasts but all I can smell on you is human, horse, and leather.”\n\nI crossed my arms and nodded. “You are correct that I am not bonded, my intention was to bond with a magical beast.”\n\n“I’m magically delicious.” Unba said with a good natured chuckle, “Sir. I would have your answer now.”\n\nI thought about the orders that the crown gave to me, doing anything that would sour relations between Karmil and the harpies would probably lead to me getting my beast knight status called into questions. My head dipped in a nod while I started to take off my armor. My body was grateful for the breeze as sweat beaded on my forehead. The armor clanged to the ground as I was dressed in a simple pair of trousers, the large runic scar on my chest revealing me as beast knight. I sat on a over turned bit of rock and looked up at the harpy, I could see an animal lust on his feminine features. I simply opened my fly and let him get a full look at what he was asking for.\n\n“Did you tattoo your ‘spear?’” Unba asked while moving closer, his wings glowed for a moment as the breeze picked up just enough to cool me down. This was a considered harpy even if he did look like he wanted to eat me.\n\nI grabbed my tool as he dropped to his knees with his head only inches awaay from my shaft. “It’s a part of the bonding process. That little detail never gets put in the books. Well…” I waved a hand at my crotch with smirk, “let us make diplomatic relations.”\n\nUnba rolled his eyes at me but dropped his head on my shaft with gusto. Plump lips enveloped me without any hesitation, where I expected a nervous amatuer attempt at oral left me gripping the rocks to suppress a moan. The harpies tongue worked every inch of my shape like a paint brush on a canvas, every time I got used to his tempo he would shift in a way that left me at the edge. My hands rubbed across his silky black hair while his wings draped around my lap. The treatment continued for what felt like hours before he pulled of my shaft. \n\n“Sir Goldbrand, do not feel any need to out last me. Just make sure to give me every drop.” Unba said while turning around and lowering himself.\n\nUnba’s body was nothing like I expected, with a whore there is a certain level of preparation required to any anal play. The chimera harpy’s body was different, he took me to the root in one smooth motion. A small bit of worry that Unba would be too loose crossed my mind until I felt his muscle contract against my rod. My body acted on it’s own as I hugged him closer, he moaned loudly as he worked himself over my body without much outward movement. He let his tongue roll out to it’s side and breath ragged as I bucked against him. His body was soft in all of the right area, as I gripped him. \n\nWe rutted on ramparts for what felt like an hour before my body tensed and I unloaded into the smaller male’s body. As if in reaction to my own release, a stream of semen shot over the rampart and out of sight. We both heard the sound of confused screeching. I continue to cum as his body milked me, my scar began to glow and my bonding began. My body shifted as power flowed through me, I started to pump even faster as I channeled the chimera’s power through my human body. My cock swelled even larger than before as the incubus power’s came with a second wind. A haze settled over me as I felt myself trusting and waves of pleasure rushed over me, I barely even noticed the wings growing out of my back over the screams of pleasure from both of us.\n\n-Five hours later.-\n\nI untangled myself from Unba body, runic tattoo’s glowed beneath the black feathers on his back. We had bonded and I could feel the incubus, harpy, and wind powers flowing through me. Semen coated nearly every inch of the harpy, I felt a little proud of my work even as my cock was nearly doubled in size and hung low like an orc rather than a normal human. It would be a few months but I gain the full range of power that the chimera held and soon they would have access to greater powers. There was only one thing on my mind looking at the harpy resting on his back.\n\n*I really wonder what he tastes like?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW][POETRY] The rhythm of passion
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"content": "sparks between those lips \npushing forward, plunging in \npremature snowfall\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\---------------------------------------------\n\n&#x200B;\n\nYou know I aim to please, as too should you; \nand begging as you did, I’d not begrudge \nthe pleasure that’s been so long overdue, \nwith you on edge, for want of but a nudge\n\nto pull you past the precipice. But sated \nis not the state I like to keep my pet— \nand so, breathless and overstimulated, \nmy pet was dragged through further torture yet.\n\nToo much of a good thing, they say, is hard \nto handle—should’ve thought of that before \nyou asked me for release, or ere you marred \nthe afterglow by clamoring for more.\n\nGood girls don’t beg to cum—and when you’re bad, \nyou’ll cum enough to wish you never had.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\---------------------------------------------\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHere’s two: a haiku and a sonnet, as requested by OP. These took four minutes and forty minutes, respectively, to write. C’mon, man. Ask me for a villanelle, or a sestina, or something. Ask for Anglo-Saxon alliterative verse, or dactylic hexameter. Make me **flex**."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A businesswoman comes home to her loving househusband after a long day.
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"content": "Jeri got off the city bus two stops too late and cursed herself for being so tired. She sent a text to Max to let him know and started walking the ten blocks back to their modest home. The bitter Chicago wind cut through her wool coat, and she regretted selecting form over function today. *That goes double for these fucking heels*, she thought to herself. She started to count the lamp posts between blocks to keep her mind off of her bad luck. \n\nMax texted her back: *Dinner's waiting for you when you get home. XOXO*. The message was accompanied by a picture of a crockpot of chili and red wine on their kitchen counter. She was so cold she wanted to bath in both. A wisp of wind found a gap in her scarf and her exposed neck prickled at the cold. *Can't wait, I'm so cold*, she replied. \n\nHer phone lit up with another picture from Max. She looked at it with stunned silence. It was an old picture of both of them, naked in Cancun. She remembered sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep in her wet pussy, her legs spread over his. He kept one hand on her clit and the other over her breast as she tried to take the picture. Despite all the distractions, she thought the photo came out well. Now it made her blush. \n\nShe found a corner shop bathroom and stripped out of her winter clothes, then looked at herself in the mirror. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped the bra, letting her breasts drop to their natural positions. *Do I still have it?* she sent along with a picture. As she dressed, her phone buzzed again. Max scribbled \"You tell me\" over the picture of his bulging pants. She recognized their living room couch, and assumed that he was getting comfortable, waiting for her next move.\n\n\"Better make it a show-stopper,\" she whispered, then unzipped her skirt. She slipped out of her panties and began to play with her clit, making short circles with her fingers. She opened an audio recording app on her phone and held it close between her legs, hoping that it could pick up the sounds of her wet folds as she dipped one, then two fingers inside her. She moaned softly, holding onto the sink as she rode her fingers a little more, then stopped recording. \n\nAfter cleaning up and sending the clip, she went back into the cold. She imagined him on the couch with his pants down to his thighs, stroking himself to her sounds. Max as a groaner, and his raspy breathing echoed in her mind. Jeri could feel the wetness grow larger and cooler as she walked faster towards home, herself breathing harder. \n\nAs she turned a corner three blocks from their house, she saw him running towards her. He running at a full tilt, wearing an undershirt and crocs, oblivious to the cold and any sense of fashion. When he caught up to her, he lifted her off her feet and kissed her passionately. She felt heat rush through her lungs and chest, like a fire was lit inside.\n\n\"Jesus, you get me going, honey,\" he said, cradling her. Jeri wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. \n\n\"I know, but I wasn't expecting this. Are you going to carry me home? Are you like Tarzan?\" she asked, giggling.\n\n\"If you want me to,\" he said, taking a few careful steps. As his legs wobbled and his grip loosened, Jeri stood on her own two feet again and hugged him.\n\n\"A for effort though,\" she said smiling. They started to walk back when she got behind him and jumped on his back. Max locked his arms behind her knees to keep her steady and she bent over to cross her arms around his chest. \n\n\"You're warm,\" they said in unison, then laughed. With the load secure, he walked back home and through the threshold. The house smelled like cumin and chipotle and the warm air felt good on Jeri's cheeks. \n\nMax began to walk to the kitchen but she grabbed his belt and spun him around. \"Dinner can wait,\" she said, unbuttoning his pants, \"but I can't.\" She pulled down his boxers and began to stroke his cock, and he stiffened in her grip. \"I love my handwarmer,\" she whispered in his ear, then licked his neck. \n\n\"Oh, oh Jeri,\" he moaned as she nibbled on his neck. She loved how he was helplessly lost in desire as she toyed with him, made him groan and mew for more. She led him to the living room by his cock and kissed him.\n\n\"I want to take that picture again,\" she said as she stripped out of her clothes. She pointed to the chair in the corner and he Max peeled out of his shirt and pants before sitting down. Jeri caught a glimpse of her body in the window, and his eager expression as he waited for her. She loved how he made her feel confident, how he could make a long day feel too short. \n\nShe turned around and straddled one of his legs, then eased herself on his lap. Max held her steady by her hips as she swung her other leg over his, so that she was spread over him, his cock sandwiched between her cheeks. She began to rock slowly, feeling his shaft glide between her legs. Her pussy was dripping by now, her cream pooling between them as she moved back and forth. \n\n\"Are you ready baby?\" she asked him, turning her head to kiss him. She lifted herself up and guided his cock into her pussy and she moaned with pleasure. \"Oh fuck that feels good,\" she whispered, then started to ride him. Max was delirious, holding her breast with one hand, massaging her clit with the other. Jeri closed her eyes and let her body dictate the rhythm as she felt her own orgasm growing. \n\n\"I'm going to cum,\" he grunted, and she felt him unload inside her, bucking his hips wildly into her. He pinched her nipples which sent her over the edge, and she came hard on his cock, pulsing over it until his cum began to leak. She bent down and fished out her phone from her skirt, then opened the camera app.\n\n\"Say *chili cheeeeeeese*,\" she sang, then snapped the shutter.\n\n\n***\nA short one, comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Kinky Competitions and Challenges
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"content": "Friends at a topless or nude beach/pool/etc compete on who can get the most visible and quickest physical reactions from guys there, without ever touching them. This might've been done over a long time, with only one play by one girl per visit. They might need to designate a specific target first. They might've long decided that making a guy cum like this would be the ultimate victory and a permanent first place."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] "Welcome to the slave auction, each girl or guy is free to use after you pay the entry fee."
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"content": "Gerald put his card in the reader while the attendant smiled pleasantly. As the transaction went through, the light on the turnstile turned green.\n\n\"Enjoy your shopping sir.\" The attendant chirped.\n\n\"Thanks.\" Gerald went through the turnstile.\n\nWalking along the displays, he examined a few women. He paused at a redhead spread wide open by restraints on a table. The girl quivered but didn't resist as he fingered her pussy and ass. Pretty tight, not bad at all. Moving along, he found a brunette doing an awkward situp as she hung upside down, draining some of the deep red of her face. As she relaxed to dangle again, Gerald grabbed her ponytail and stuck his dick in her mouth. She swallowed it well enough as he swayed her from where she hung. Leaving her swinging, Gerald continued to browse.\n\nHis eyes lit up when he saw her: the blonde locked in stocks that made her bend over. She wore a white top and black stockings, her bare ass exposed and prone. Stepping closer, Gerald felt his already hard cock twitch. The blonde's ass was shining pink, it seemed some other shopper had given her a good spanking. She tensed as she heard Gerald approach behind her.\n\nKneeling down, Gerald ran his hand gently over her tender cheeks. He felt her ass tighten under his touch, but the woman did not resist. Groping and squeezing, Gerald took his time admiring her ass. As he kneaded and caressed, the woman relaxed some, and soon spread her stocking clad legs wider.\n\n\"Mmm very nice.\" Gerald stroked his cock as he got a glimpse of her pink slit.\n\nHe ran his thumb along her folds, soon slipping between them as her arousal grew. He rubbed up and down, the woman getting wetter and wetter. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he pressed his thumb to her swollen clit and massaged.\n\n\"Do you like it?\" Gerald watched as her juices dripped to the floor. \"It's ok, you can speak.\"\n\n\"Y.. yes.\" The blonde whimpered from the stocks.\n\n\"I can tell.\" Gerald rose, his cock throbbing. \"I love a slave that wants it.\"\n\nHe lined up and slid his tip into her wet hole, then thrusted forward, burying himself in her. The stocks rattled as the woman moaned from the deep penetration. Gerald grunted, his dick pulsing in her tight pussy. Her walls gripped every bit of his cock as he slowly started to pump in and out of her.\n\n\"Oh my god.\" Gerald looked down as his shaft moved in and out of her slit. \"It's a perfect fit.\"\n\n\"It's just right..\" The blonde moaned, her ass bouncing some on response.\n\n\"That's enough.\" Gerald could feel adrenaline pumping through him. \"Keep it to moans now.\" He instructed.\n\n\"Yes master.\" The woman straightened in the stocks, standing sturdy and pressing her ass against him.\n\n\"Fuck…\" Gerald growled and grabbed her hips.\n\nHe started moving his hips faster, loving how every inch of his dick was being stroked with each pump into her pussy. Pulling her back, he made her wrists and neck strain against the stocks as he fucked her harder. Soon his hips were smacking against her ass while he rammed his hard cock into her over and over. The blonde started to pant, the force of Gerald's pounding making the stocks rattle loudly. He could feel her clenching on his driving cock.\n\n\"Yess..\" Gerald pounded into her, shaking her body.\n\n\"Uhhnn…\" The blonde whimpered.\n\nHer knees turned in and her thighs quivered. Gerald fucked her rapidly, her pussy tightening. The women's back arched and she strained against the stocks.\n\n\"Fuck!\" Gerald cried out as he felt her cum flow down his balls.\n\nAfter several hard thrusts, he sunk his cock in fully to the base. Gerald moaned, his dick pulsing inside her as he emptied cum into her dripping hole.\n\n\"Well well,\" He grinned as he slowly pulled out of the blonde. \"You take it like a real slut,\" He leaned in to read the plaque on the stocks. \"Samantha. I'll definitely be bidding for you.\"\n\nSamantha's body shivered and Gerald smirked as he saw his cum start to seep from her slit. \"G..good luck sir.\" She whispered before straightening back up.\n\nGerald left her for the other patrons to try out. He sampled some of the other girls, but already knew he'd be taking Samantha home. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Lindsey has been dating a cute guy/girl (that's for you to decide) for a while. But Lindsey has a secret that unfortunately for her, this full moon, she can't hide anymore...
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"content": "Lindsey closed the door behind her while her boyfriend, Neil, eyed her shapely rear. He could sense that she was nervous about something. He had a pretty good guess as to what. They’d been dating for a few weeks now, and, if old Sitcoms were telling the truth, he’d be getting some tonight. \n\nNeil had a lot to be excited for. Of all the girls he’d dated—which wasn’t some ridiculously large number, granted—Lindsey was the hottest. She was short—which tallish guys like Neil tended to prefer—and busty. And, to boot, she was a red head. He’d fallen head over heels for her the second he saw her in the bar roughly four weeks ago. She’d seemed nervous then, too. He’d spent about an hour and a half chatting her up, getting a sense of some of the things she liked, already getting some ideas for their first date.\n\nThen, she just pulled a Cinderella and left the bar, leaving behind not even a glass slipper. Just a number that he wasn’t entirely sure was hers. \nLuckily, it was her real number. They would text often. He did his best to make her laugh. And sometimes she did, for real. Within days they’d set up a first date at the aquarium. She seemed to enjoy that. After that was the zoo. Then, a trip to the amusement park. It had all, admittedly, been a bit expensive. But he didn’t mind. \n\nShe turned around, wringing her fingers in the middle of Neil’s bedroom. \n\n“I don’t know how to say this,” she said. “It’s...I’ve been putting this off for as long as possible. But I like you, and I think I should be completely honest with you. No secrets”\n\nNeil smiled, nervously. Now he wasn’t sure where she was going with this. This never happened on TV. \n\n“Sure, babe, go ahead,” he said, as cool as he could muster. “You can tell me anything.”\n\nShe let out a long, laboured breath. “Ok. I have this, uh...curse...”\n\nNeil frowned. “What do you mean?”\n\n“During the full moon, and for a couple of days after, I...I’m different.”\n\nNeil smirked. “What, you’re some sort of werewolf?”\n\n“Uh, sort of...” she said, staring down at the wooden floor. “Only, not as hairy.”\n\n“So, what do you turn into?” He asked, thinking that maybe this could somehow lead to the both of them naked in his bed. “Anything sexy?”\n\n“This isn’t a joke,” she said, stamping her foot. “In a few minutes, the full moon will be out, and I’m going to start changing. I wanted to let you know so you can decide whether you still wanted to be with me.”\n\nNeil didn’t know what to say. This was a fairly new relationship, and he did want to make it work. In his mind, this was the long haul sort of deal. But now she was acting weird, and he didn’t know how to handle it. \n\nA beeping sound rang from her jean pocket. Her eyes widened. \n\n“Oh, shit. It’s starting soon.” \n\nLindsey started pulling at her sweater, looking as though she was about to strip down. Neil, now certain this was just a kink she had, followed suit and tore off his shirt. He was down to his boxers when he noticed that she was on her knees, clutching her body.\n\n“Jeez, Linds, are you alright?” He cried, growing concerned. “Should I call someone.”\n\n“Nuh...no, don’t,” she panted. “It’s happening. Ooohhhhhhh.”\n\nHer body convulsed and shook. Her skin bubbled and Lindsey seemed to stretch outwards. She was getting taller, her torso was thickening and straining against her tight black sweater. Her arms bulged into thick muscles, larger than Neil’s own. Her bottom shrank into her jeans as her legs lengthened. Her breasts deflated into her chest until she was completely flat. Her sweater and the shirt she had on underneath tore loudly, until they were nothing but pieces of shredded fabric on the floor. She now had an incredibly muscular torso. Her beautiful red hair shrank back into her head until it was cut short. Her face was no longer bubbling, but settled into a distinctly masculine shape, with a chiseled jaw. Underneath her chin was a thick, noticeable Adam’s apple. \n\nNeil watched all of this happen in horror. It seemed to have stopped. Standing before her was a handsome, half naked man, panting, with tears welling up in his eyes.\n\n“This...this is it,” he said, thickly. “This is my secret.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] She's beauty, she's grace... she's about to land on your face.
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"content": "An angel of the Lord appeared before a shepherd in the hills of the Levant, many years before the birth of Christ. She said unto him, \"Be not afraid!\", but he was afraid, for she towered over him, and shone with bright light. He worried for his sheep, which scattered before her awful radiance. Fear rose in the shepherd's throat, and he could not speak, but still he stood between his flock and the terrible angel.\n\nThe angel of the Lord said unto him, \"I come with tidings of love. Fear not!\" The shepherd had been alone in the hills for many days, and to have this beautiful, awe inspiring figure appear above him was too much. He did not believe his eyes that a messenger of god was before him. He thought himself a common man, beneath the notice of a scholar, let alone a King, and certainly far beneath that of the Lord himself. He reached out, and took hold of the cloth draped across her bosom. He felt the realness of its soft fabric in between his fingers, and was satisfied that she was real and he removed his hand from her breast.\n\nThe angel spake a third time, \"Fear not\", and he did not fear her a moment longer, for he knew that she had the shape of a beautiful woman. The shepherd spake unto the angel,\"O' messenger of the lord, why do you grace me with your terrible presence?\"\n\nThe angel said unto him, \"Are you unmarried?\" \nThe shepherd said unto her, his voice trembling, \"I am unmarried.\" \nThe angel said unto him, \"Are you a virtuous man?\" \nThe shepherd said unto her, \"I am but a simple shepherd. It is not my station to say.\" \nThe angel heard this, and said, \"You are a humble man. Are you given to lust?\"\nThe shepherd said to her, \"I cannot lie to an angel of the Lord. I am overcome with thoughts of your flesh after long weeks in the hills far from my home. I have born no children by any woman. I have, in my life, lain with three unmarried women, and a merchant man from the east.\" \nThe angel said unto him, \"You are an honest man, o Shepherd. And you are a brave man, standing between your sheep and an angel. I deem thee virtuous enough. Have you potent seed?\" \n\nShe looked down at his body, and he felt a great cold through him, as though no cloth were enough to hide his nakedness.\nThe shepherd shivered, and he spake to the angel, \"What would you have me do, o red clad messenger? \" \n\n\"Disrobe, Shepherd, that I might lie with you. The Lord our God has need of your emanations.\"\n\nThe shepherd could scarcely believe what he heard, but he disrobed. Though it was night and early in the spring, he did not feel the cold. Though they stood on a rocky hill picked clean by the grazing of sheep, he found the ground soft and comfortable.\n\nThe Angel towered before him, unmoving, with eyes of golden flame, and he felt small. Though he had disrobed, and his erection was bare, she was still unmoving. For a moment, fear returned to him, and he worried that he, a mortal man, would be unable to satisfy an angel of the lord.\n\nShe spake to him, \"What form would you have me take, o shepherd? I would lay with you in the form of the one you find most beautiful.\"\n\nThe shepherd said, \"O angel of the Lord, no mortal beauty could compare to thine. If you would lay with me, I would have you lay with me as you are.\"\n\nThe angel's lips curled into a smile, and she settled to the ground. She said unto him, \"Then I will lay with you as I am.\" The shepherd heard her voice for the first time, and it was deep and beautiful, rumbling in his bones. Until that moment, she had not moved her mouth to speak to him, and he was overcome once again with fear. \n\nHe sit down on a rock, and she stood over him. He said unto her, \"I have never before lain with an angel. Is it like laying with a mortal?\" She laughed, and it was beautiful. She knelt down before him, and place her hands on his thighs. He spread them apart that she might move closer. Her four great wings curled around them, and shone with prismatic light. She spake unto him, in a voice low and sultry, \"It is incomparable.\", and before he could say anything to her, she took the head of his penis into her mouth, and cradled his testes in one hand.\n\n---\n\n - To be continued!\n\n*Next Time: Behold The True Form of the Angel! Heavenly Beauty, or Great and Terrible Power? Can Angels get embarrassed?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Pirates and Plunder
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"content": "A female pirate captain was a rare sight on the high seas, especially one as outgoing and friendly as her. About a month into your high seas hijinks as an unofficial crew member, you come across her standing on deck naked, with the moonlight and the ocean breeze wrapped around her bare form. Before you could slink away and act like nothing happened she calls out, \"I know your there, come on over and let's have a chat.\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elves and Orcs both want an alliance with humans to help win the war. As time goes on, they send lewder and lewder emissaries to obtain the prince's favor
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"content": "\nPrince Jakob had fled to his chambers, the orcish emmisary had just arrived. The last one wore no more clothes then would fit in the palm of his hand and this one, he was sure would be naked. That or close enough it would not matter. He locked his door in fear. Each of these emissaries, even those from the elven and halfling kingdoms would have been able to kill him in a moment, as he was no fighter and they where each adventurers of some renown, also if the whores he paid to teach him where anything to go by, they would by the end of the night. \n\n\nHe reached for a bottle of wine. After the last couple emmisaries he had one installed in his room. His shaking hands struggled to work the wine opener. He heard a giggle as green hands guided his. He felt bare breasts pressing against his still clothed back. \"You know, if you're that scared, one would think you'd be eager to be in the room with a hero~\" a sweet voice teased down the back of his neck. He nearly cried in fear. \"Unless...\" The orcish woman spun him around, leaving him to see his own open door in the background. \"You gay? Don't worry, i won't tell your dad, and I'll make sure to send a big strong orc man next time.\" She smiled at the Prince, trying in vain to calm him\n\n\"P-p-please dont kill me...\" Was all the terrified prince could utter.\n\n\"Kill you? You... Uhh... Know I'm here to lay you right? Oh, might help if I tell ypu who i am, sorry, I tend to get ahead of myself.\" The orcish woman stepped back, her skin was flawless, an uncommon trait for orcs, who wore their scars with pride. She wore... Literally a tunic with the front cut out so her breasts would be on full display, and at present it was tied up tp her waist, so nothing was hidden \"I am Keethra, dragon theif. I stole a dragon's egg once to convince it to find another roost and stop eating our livestock.\" She explained \"i also have a thing for humans, part of why I was sent here. We can do it on the floor if you don't want me messing up your fancy sheets.\" The sheets where nothing. He had fucked whores that'd make a mule look dainty in them. If anything he'd be more worried she'd think they stunk.\n\n\"B-but I can't please a woman... I... I've tried.\" Jakob admitted, looking away from this orcish beauty.\n\n\"And I've fucked a literal horse, dont worry about having a little dick, I mean it when i say it's way more about how you use it.\" She explained, placing a hand on his face to pull his gaze back to hers \"besides, I don't think I've met a man worried about pleasing a woman yet. Most are too concerned with getting themselves are. I'm sure you'll do fine.\"\n\n\"No... No i won't. I... I've spent an ungodly amount trying to learn from whores how to please a woman and... The best thing I've been told is that I'm 'tepid'\" Jakob turned away to find his bottle and with his shaking hands bring it to his lips. Before he could so much as spill a drop on his Royal jacket however, Keethra had swapped it with her own face and planted a kiss on the prince's lips.\n\n\"You don't need that.\" She promised him. Before looking over her shoulder and shouting \"shut the damn door already you damn peeper!\" A halfling, fairly upset and a mage by the looks of her partially transparent robes magiced the door shut \"sorry, she's bad about boundaries.\"\n\nJakob had passed out from fear at the kiss, but only now was it noticed.\n\nA few hours later, he woke, naked in his own bed. The orcish nightmare that had plauged him before was thankfully absent. He brought his knees to his chest. He was hungry but he didnt have much of an appetite. Normally the smell of stew would draw him in from a half-mile away, it'd gotten him into trouble more then he was worth, but for now, he was content to remain cloistered in his bedchambers.\n\n-lood starts here-\n\nKeethra was not to be kept from her prize however, she sold her excuse for a tunic to a flustered trader for a couple urns of beef stew and a grappling hook. So, while the prince was lost in thought she climbed over his balcony. The first thing he knew of her presence was a finger on his lips \"shhh, don't ket the guards know im here.\" She whispered in his ear. \"Don't worry about pleasing me, I'll suck your cock, then we'll have lunch and if you wanna we'll have a nice little date. No pressure, no worries.\" She pulled back from his ear, offered a smile and slid down between his legs.\n\nJakob wasn't sure what to be afraid of anymore, something in his mind told him to be afraid anyway, but he quieted it \"I-if that is truely what you want... Then at least allow me to return the favor.\"\n\n\"Nope.\" Keethra smirked. \"I told you not to worry about me.\" She gripped his cock softly and started pumping it to bring him up to full mast \"So just sit back and let me take care of you.\"\n\nJakob swallowed softly, but noddedby now too cowed to do anything but agree as her eyes parted from his to look at his shaft \"I don't see what you're worried about, you're not small in the least.\" She praised as her lips wrapped around his cock. She took his entire length on her first bob down as the prince moaned out her name.\n\nIt wouldnt take very long of her tongue dancing over his cock for him to cum in her mouth. \"I... I'm sorry...\" He muttered out.\n\n\"Stew?\" The orc smiled, offering one of the urns \"I admit I did do a bit of snooping to make sure I got something you'd like.\"\n\n\"R-red wines pair well with beef.\" Jakob explained, using the wall to steady himself as his shakey legs carried himself to the bottle he had opened earlier. \"Do... Do you have a preference?\"\n\n\"It's wine right? Im sure it'll be great.\" Keethra smiled triumphantly, uncorking the stew, the scent alone made Jakob's belly rumble. Keethra laughed \"come on, wine and stew are better in company.\"\n\nThe prince returned to the bed, offering a wine glass to his newfound partner. \"Have you heard of cinder's winery?\"\n\n\"Oh! Yeah, she needed us to deal with a flood in her cellar. Fire elemental, real sweatheart too.\" Keethra smiled fondly at the memory. \"Makes damn good wine too.\"\n\n\"Well... I chose well then.\" Jakob laughed weakly.\n\n\"Still not comfortable?\" The orc asked, pushing her chest out softly, an attempt to entice his lust, but only saw the prince looking off to the side.\n\n\"N-not entirely. I... I'm sorry, I'm really bad at this.\"\n\n\"That's alright. Adventurers share *everything* . You'll be marrying all of us.\" After seeing the prince sputter and cough in embarrassment she let out a hearty laugh. \"Only if you wanna. I get it if I've been too much trouble.\"\n\n\"N-no that's not it at all! I just... Worry about my own performance.\"\n\n\"Don't. If you're that dedicated to pleasing your partner, I'm sure you'll do fine.\"\n\n\"L-let me show you... Let me show you how awful i am at this.\" Jakob explained. \"Just... Don't get mad at me. Please?\"\n\n\"A prince who knows please.\" Keethra smirked \"now I've seen everything. If you wanna fuck me, go right ahead.\" She pulled the covers back and spread her legs for him, she kept her pussy shaven, for herself more then for anyone else. That's not to say Jakob didnt appreciate it as he knelt down to lap softly at her pussy. \"What're you doing down there?\" She asked once before his tongue, far more skilled then he credited himself with, illicited eager moans from her.\n\nJakob did not ignore her clit, when it presented itself, sending Keethra over the edge in nearly as short a span as she had for him. He wiped her excitement from his face using a well-placed handkerchief. \"See what I mean?\"\n\nKeethra, for her part was a little dazed \"huh? I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I gotta get our cleric up here for some of that. She's normally the best.\" Keethra mused half to herself, half to the prince. \"But don't leave me hanging, if that's how good you are with your tongue i wanna see how good you are with that~\" keethra pointed to his cock excitedly.\n\n\"Well... If you insist.\" For once Jakob's intrusive thoughts let him alone, in the light of her praise, their shadowy presence had no place."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman finds that she have the best tasting pussy in the world. Chefs from across the world travel to her home town just to give it a lick. She is sent to the homes of the rich and powerful to be served like a dish next their meal. People from all walks of life will do anything to get a taste.
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"content": "Disclaimer: >!Bondage, Humiliation, Soft Incest, Mind Break(?)!<\n\nThis certainly wasn't the type of lifestyle I had ever envisioned for myself. If someone had told me, a few years ago, that this would be my future, I'd have called them insane.\n\nThose were typical thoughts that ran through my mind while I endured my current... occupation.\n\nToday wasn't too dissimilar from most days for me.\n\nI had been laid out, on my back, across an exceptionally large dining table, tightly restrained by an assortment of bondage implements; intent on limiting all but the slightest of possible movements I could make. Before I had even arrived, my client's employees had blindfolded, gagged and plugged my ears, ensuring my client's complete anonymity. My arms had been forced behind my back, encased within an extremely tight armbinder, while my legs had been forced apart by a wide spreader bar; giving opportune access to my bare, pink pussy.\n\nHowever, most of the dinner guests were less interested in fucking my pussy, and far more interested in tasting it.\n\nI could only tell that the dinner service had started when I felt the movement of people entering the room and taking their seats. And soon enough, they started touching me, fingers prodding at my desperate sex. though I couldn't see them, I could safely assume that they were testing my flavour; probably discussing it in detail.\n\nBefore long, the first tongue found it's way to my pussy; licking, slurping, seemingly desperate for a taste of me. Then more followed, tongue after tongue, each licking with an incredible eagerness - each sensation making me feel such wonderful pleasure, but denying me of a climax.\n\nMy attention was claimed by the overwhelming scent of delicious food; I couldn't help but wish to be permitted a bite of these delicacies that the diners were being served. The lust for food had claimed the guests, but they had plans for me as well. Suddenly, a vibrator was pressed and held against my clit, two more found their way to my nipples, and a small bowl had been placed beneath my crotch.\n\nSoon, the vibrations brought me to my climax, with my juices being caught in the bowl beneath me. Yet that was only the first few minutes.\n\nHours passed with me bound in this position, enduring orgasm after orgasm, while the guests around me dined on food made by the best chefs in the world.\n\nAfter they had finished with their meals, they returned to licking my cunt, enjoying the opportunity to being me to climax and taste my juices during my orgasm. I was dessert for them.\n\nSoon enough, they were done with me, and I was escorted home.\n\n---\n\nA week later, I had been hired by one of the world's most acclaimed chefs; they wanted to use my juices as part of their special menu for the night.\n\nAfter arriving, I got set up in the kitchen, bound against the wall - almost like a drinks dispenser. They needed me to produce a lot as they were expecting a lot of guests, so before long, I found myself assaulted by vibrators all over, stimulating my body to an extreme.\n\nOccasionally, the chef would come by and harshly finger my sopping wet pussy in an attempt to encourage even more of my femcum to squirt out.\n\nUnfortunately, the chef had misread how high the demand would be for his new item on the menu; despite him having an abundance of all the other ingredients, I was lacking in producing the quantity he needed. So he opted for drastic measures.\n\nThe chef had me pulled away from the wall, and for a moment, I thought I'd be able to relax this evening. However, he had other plans, as he pulled down his pants and started fucking my ass hard. Meanwhile, some of the assistant cooks started stimulating me in other ways; groping my breasts, rubbing my clit, fingering my pussy, slapping my ass, and any other ideas the could think of.\n\nThe experience was as humiliating as it was degrading, but thankfully for the chef, the stimulation was enough to keep my juices flowing through the night. By the end, I was half-comatose from the experience.\n\nAdmittedly, the chef had been kind enough to not only book me a room in a five-star hotel for the evening, but also helped me there. Although, I could hardly appreciate the room because I passed out the minute I hit the bed, but also, the chef assured me that he'd hire me again.\n\n---\n\n3 days later, I had been hired as the research subject for scientists at a medical facility.\n\nAfter stripping down, the day started with a routine medical examination; simple enough that I almost believed that the day would be easy. Unfortunately, I was then escorted into the examination room; strapped down to the table and told that I'd be seen shortly.\n\nWhen someone finally returned, it was several scientists guiding a large group of university students - presumably students of medical sciences to some degree.\n\nThey talked about me like I was nothing more than an experiment, a project, often ignoring the fact that I could clearly hear them. Then they started poking and prodding around my body, making remarks about anything and everything.\n\nIt was inevitable that eventually they'd start tasting me; though they treated it like it was little more than a test.\n\nThen the real testing started. Everything from inspecting my fluids under a microscope, to using a speculum to see deep inside my vagina. Physical tests such as; running for a period of time before tasting to see if physical exertion alters the flavour. Mental tests, like attempting to see if my emotional state can alter it. And so much more.\n\nBy the time my allotted time had passed, I felt thoroughly degraded - feeling like little more than a lab rat. Amusingly, I spied a room that seemed to be testing rats and their responses to different foods, like caviar or steak. It was hard not to find amusement in the fact that even the rats were being treated better than I had been treated.\n\n---\n\nAnother week went by before I decided to take a vacation and head back home to see my mom. It was wonderful seeing her, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the fact that I could relax and not worry about people wanting to lick my pussy,\n\n...Until my mother requested that I let her have a taste...\n\nAs much as I wanted to deny her, I had almost been conditioned to accepting this treatment, so I stripped and let her have a taste. Having her tongue inside me, teasing me with each movement as she slurped every drop she could.\n\nWhat was meant to be a short, relaxing vacation turned into an odd experience. My mother would find her way to my cunt constantly, throughout the day, whenever she could - whether it was when I was asleep, or when we were out in public.\n\nI couldn't wait to get back home. I almost jumped for joy when I entered my apartment, thankful to be away from all that.\n\n---\n\nYou know, I've never actually tasted my pussy before. Everyone says it's so amazing, surely I should know what I taste like. That seems only fair. After everything I'm forced to endure, I deserve to taste it, right?\n\nOne lick can't hurt.\n\n---\n\nOh God! Fuck yes!\n\nMmm, cumming!\n\nI can't stop drinking my juices, they're so good. I haven't left the house in weeks! Why would I leave, all I need is right here! Mmm, fuck, God yes!\n\n...Rent's due?\n\nMmm, fuck, cumming again!\n\nWho cares about that! I want to sit here and drink my cum forever!\n\n---\n\n[Sorry about the somewhat diminishing quality of this, I got pretty horny halfway through. The ending isn't what I had initially planned, but hopefully it isn't too terrible. In any case, I loved the idea for this prompt; hopefully you enjoyed my writing.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It is the zombie apocalypse and in this lawless world money is useless, barter trade is everything. You are hungry and thirsty. Desperate to survive you resort to selling your body...
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"content": "*Disclaimer: Noncon*\n\n\"Please, this isn't what I had in mind\" I begged as the men began to undress me. My clothes were so tattered and worn that they practically fell apart at the aggressive tugs of these men.\n\nTheir leader, the 'Mayor' of this little walled oasis, grunted in amusement.\n\n\"A beggar comes to beg, and still isn't happy with the terms. Pathetic.\"\n\nI stood naked in the blistering sun as two men held my arms. I was too weak to put up a fight either way. I felt so frail in their arms...\n\nThe Mayor eyed me gleefully as he decided my fate. \"Feed her, clean her, then toss her into the cage!\" He ordered. Without a nod or response, the men obeyed. I was half-dragged into the semi-permanent town that had been built out of a derelict shipping warehouse.\n\nWhen we were out of earshot of the Mayor, one of the men spoke up. \"You're gonna regret coming here, girl.\" I offered no reply.\n\n\\--\n\nThe Cage was a strange comfort after the salty bowl of soup and harsh sand-bath the locals had offered me. A small ring made out of old chainlink was the only thing that separated me and a few other women from a pack of prowlers. The prowlers grunted and growled at us as through the chainlink. I looked around for encouragement, but the other women said nothing; they each had 1000 mile stares...\n\nThe old warehouse's intercom system beamed on. \"Welcome, ladies, to the Cage!!! In our humble town when you have nothing to offer, you can always offer entertainment!\"\n\nTarps pulled back, revealing the make-shift colosseum the Cage was situated in. Men and women began cheering eagerly. \n\n\"Tonight, our prowlers will feed well! The rules are simple, survive the Prowlers, and you live to see another bowl of soup. Fail and, well, let's not entertain that notion.\"\n\nI shuddered as the Cage rattled. Pullies attached to it began lifting it up.\n\n\"BEEEEEGGGGGIIIIINNNNN!!!!!!!\" The announcer finished as the audience cheered. The prowlers wasted no time closing in on us.\n\nThe monsters were in far better shape than the ones you'd find in the wild. Few, if any, noticeable scars, intact muscle mass, and throbbing erections indicative of their illness. I thought back to the time before the plague had decimated the male population, and wondered if we ever considered something like this sane.\n\nAs they descended on us the dozen or so Prowlers grabbed and mounted one of the half-dozen women. One grabbed me and spread my legs wide. Its eyes glowed green as its stiffened cock entered me. I felt the force of its undead cock, cold as an unused sex toy, pound my innards. It mindlessly fucked me with the same impulses it no doubt used on a dozen other women.\n\nMid fucking another grabbed my head and mounted my mouth. I felt its head hammer the back of my throat as it growled like a feral animal. A few moments later, it came and the crowd cheered ecstatically. \n\n\"First orgasm of the night folks! I hope our new friend is ready for more!\"\n\nThe night carried on as they added more Prowlers to the pit. I was mindlessly used for hours as the undead bent and changed me like a fuckdoll. None of the women resisted, fearing what the feral monsters would do if they couldn't fuck.\n\nAs the last one finished on me, covering my tits with its sperm, it moaned and stumbled away. I laid there on the ground with the rest of the used women, staring into the ceiling. I thought I could see stars."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All your life you've been jealous of your best friend. They're rich, successful, and they have an amazing sex life. Then one day you find out their secret; Years ago, they found a genie with unlimited wishes.
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"content": "“So, once the merger gets settled, Aaron and I are headed over to Switzerland to enjoy the slopes,” Andrea said, sipping her pink cocktail. “This is going to bring in a buttload of income for us, you have no idea!”\n\nMy cheeks hurt from the smile I was forcing on my face. Just another victory for Victoria. \n\n“I’m really happy for you,” I lied. “I know you’ve been worried about how that was going to go.”\n\n“Well, not *worried*,” she said. “Things just *happened* to fall into place. The stars just aligned, you know.”\n\n“I bet,” I said.\n\nThe stars have been aligning for Victoria for the last ten years or so. It was hard not to be envious, what with all the money, the trips around the world, a knockout bod, and a husband who, if what she said was true, is hung like a horse and a real *giver*. At first, it was amazing. Things just seemed to work out for Victoria. Then they just kept on working out. There were times where I really hated her.\n\nThings weren’t always like that. I’ve known Victoria since kindergarten. All throughout the time we were in school she was a slightly chubby, plain looking girl with a nose that never really fit her face. Not that I was a model or anything. But we were on a level field, you know? \n\nThen, thanksgiving of junior year at college, we agreed to meet at a bar. I hadn’t seen her since the summer before freshman year. We’d drifted apart after high school graduation. I felt bad, because I got into a good school in New York, while Victoria couldn’t get into anything other than a community college—which she deferred going to For a year. In that time, she took a backpacking trip through Europe. \n\nThen, out of the blue, she calls me. “Can you meet me at McMann’s during Thanksgiving break?” \n\nI figured it was an opportunity to reconnect. I just had to make sure to downplay how great things had been for me: top of the class, on the fast track to law school, a nice boyfriend who wanted to be a doctor. Things were going great. \n\nSo, imagine my surprise when a tall, buxom blonde woman in a tight black dress showed up and sit down at my table.\n\n“Hey, Kendra,” she said. “It’s been a while.”\n\nMy jaw dropped. “*Vicky?*”\n\n“Oh, I go by Victoria now,” she said. “As you can see, a lot has changed since high school.” \n\n“What the heck happened to you?!” I said, forcing myself to keep my voice down. “You look amazing!”\n\n“Oh, you know,” she said, waving a hand. “My acne cleared up. My nose grew into my face. The climate in Europe is a lot better than here, and I guess it was good on my body. Clean air, and what not.”\n\n“And those?!” I said pointing to the massive breasts she was sporting. “No way those are real.”\n\n“They are! I swear. Go feel them!”\n\n“No thanks, I’m good.” I said. “Wow! That’s incredible. What else have you been up to? Aside from apparently becoming a model?”\n\nShe laughed. “I’m not a model. But my company has really started to kick off the last year or so.”\n\n“That’s great. What does your company do?”\n\n“Mostly sex toys and lingerie,” she said, proudly. “Really revolutionary stuff. I’ll show you my catalogue.”\n\nThe next time we met was the thanksgiving after that. She was just as beautiful, had made a bundle from her company, appeared in Time Magazine as Person of the Year, and was engaged. She brought her husband along to our meeting.\n\n“Damn!” I whispered to her when her fiancé, Aaron got up to get us drinks. “You snagged a Thor!” \n\n“He really is something isn’t he?” She smiled. \n\n“He’s massive!” I said. \n\n“You don’t know the half of it,” she winked. \n\n“Big?” I asked.\n\n“Massive,” she said.\n\nThen, she asked: “How about you? How is it going with the doctor?”\n\n“Oh, fine,” I lied. “Pretty great.”\n\nIn actuality, he turned out to be a bit of a jerk. Ditched me for a red head who, in his words, “just liked sex” more than I did. I’d finally gotten to a place where I wasn’t so bummed about it. But seeing Victoria and the Viking she was apparently having awesome sex with really made me depressed. \n\nAnd things just kept improving for her. Ten years later, Victoria had a mansion. Her company had bought out yet another competitor to add to her empire. She and her husband, who stayed at home and could cook, were apparently doing it on the regular, and were off to Europe for a year. And she hasn’t aged a day. All if this from a girl who just barely passed high school and didn’t go to college. \n\nI was an unmarried environmental lawyer who could barely afford my one bedroom apartment, had been solely responsible for her own orgasms—and thanks to one of Victoria’s products, to boot—-and I had been passed off, yet again, for a promotion. Dad was right, I should have been a defence lawyer. I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the mirror, but at least I’d be able to live in a nicer part of the city. \n\nYea, I was bitter. But you would be, too. \n\nTo add insult to injury, Victoria asked if I could house sit for her while she and her husband were away for their trip. Said she would pay me to do it. She wouldn’t “take no for an answer.” It would be a little “extra money for me.” “Just pop in every once in a while to make sure no one has broken in.”\n\nOf course I said yes. As condescending as she was being, and as much as I hated her, she was right. I needed the money. Plus, it wouldn’t be so bad hanging out at at mansion for a year. I’d be crazy to turn it down, right?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When Elizabeth started her first day as a maid she found it odd that she had to wear a collar even after her boss explained it was for "security purposes"
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"content": "Elizabeth was a patient woman, but even this was starting to bother her. She waited in a large leather chair while Dr. Granger adjusted her glasses and read her CV, turning the pages at an agonizingly slow pace.\n\n“I’ve included my references at the-” she started, but stopped when the doctor lifted a single finger in silence. The waiting continued, and Elizabeth balled up her hands into her lap.\n\n“Your work references are in order, Ms. Patel,” Dr. Granger finally said. “Tell me, why do you want to work here?”\n\n“Please, call me Elizabeth. I would be lying if I didn’t notice the compensation. You’re offering a generous salary for a maid’s position.”\n\n“Why do you think I’m willing to pay so much, *Ms. Patel*?”\n\nElizabeth remembered walking in, following the head butler down a dark mahogany hallway with many closed doors. She had overheard muffled sounds behind them, familiar sounds, the kind made with a loving partner. “I believe you are paying for discretion, ma’am.”\n\n“Very perceptive, but I am also looking for someone who can *actually* handle the upkeep of this manor. I do not need people dressed like French tarts, who don’t know the business end of a feather duster. I’m looking for someone full time. Do you have other commitments?”\n\n“None, ma’am.”\n\n“Any boyfriends, girlfriends, anyone special?”\n\nElizabeth blushed. “That’s rather private, ma’am. I’d rather not say.”\n\n“Oh, I’m not looking to pry too deeply, Ms. Patel, I’m merely trying to anticipate your availability should an emergency arise.”\n\n“What types of emergencies would you anticipate needing a maid’s services?”\n\n“Well,” Dr. Granger said, wiping her glasses with a handkerchief, “large spills have been known to have happened before. Are you open to getting your hands dirty?”\n\nElizabeth’s mind conjured scenes of debauchery: whips and ropes, chained women and men in latex, a witch’s cauldron of warm coconut oil. “I am at your service.” Dr. Granger extended her hand and Elizabeth shook it.\n\n“Splendid, are you available tonight? I’m hosting a small party and could use your help.”\n\n“I can be back tonight, yes. Do you have a uniform that I need to wear?”\n\n“Oh no, black pants and a white blouse will be sufficient. I *do* have one accessory that is mandatory for all service people.” Dr. Granger opened her desk and retrieved a thin red collar with brass buckles and a silver locket, dangling from a ring. “This locket contains an RFID sensor, and it is the only way to unlock certain doors. Not all doors will be open for you, Ms. Patel.”\n\nElizabeth held the collar and was surprised by the soft, smooth texture of the leather. “Why not have it in a bracelet, or a lanyard?”\n\n“Two reasons. First, it would be too easy for someone to steal a bracelet, and then gain access to rooms for which they were not cleared. Second, you may find your hands pre-occupied, already holding items that would make unlocking doors...*cumbersome*.” Dr. Granger stood behind her and motioned for the collar. “May I?” She buckled the collar snugly around Elizabeth’s neck. The locket fit perfectly in the dip of her neck, its luster even brighter against her smooth brown skin.\n\n &nbsp;\n\nElizabeth returned in the early evening. Martin, the head butler, introduced her to the other service staff, then paired her with Gabriella, the other maid working tonight. She was a curvy and sensibly dressed for the occasion: black pants, comfortable dress shoes, and a tailored dress shirt. She wore the same red collar as Elizabeth. Gabriella’s green eyes sparkled when she smiled at her, exuding *something* that Elizabeth found alluring.\n\n“We’ll start with the bed chambers,” Gabriella said, wheeling a cart of fresh linens. “With two people, this will take no time at all.”\n\nThey stopped at the end of a hallway and Elizabeth examined the door. She touched a raised sensor, positioned just below head height. Gabriella tapped her locket with her fingernail and it rang like a muted bell. Elizabeth leaned in close, until her ear was practically touching the door. She heard a deadbolt slide back and the latch fold automatically. The door swung open on its own.\n\n“That seemed rather elaborate,” she said as Gabriella pushed in the cart. “What doors are locked to you?”\n\n“Dr. Granger’s bedroom and study are strictly off limits to staff, unless she is there personally. Most of these doors will remain locked at night too. The head butler wears a master collar, he can get in at any time. Dr. Granger too.”\n\n“*She* wears a collar as well?”\n\nGabriella blushed as she changed sheets. “It’s very convenient...for everyone here.” They continued to prepare the other bedrooms, each with large beds, leather-upholstered settees, and marble bathrooms. It seemed that no expense was spared for Dr. Granger’s guests.\n\nElizabeth had many questions but was embarrassed to ask directly. “Does Dr. Granger,” she started, “does she, or guests ever ask you to…*perform*?”\n\n“Her guests are not allowed to, nor are we to offer,” Gabriella replied. “We service the House, as Martin is fond of saying. Plus, there are repercussions if those rules are broken. Your predecessor was poached by a guest who took advantage of a situation. Both of them have been banned from the manor.”\n\nElizabeth found it interesting that she didn’t mention Dr. Granger, but kept that to herself. They descended the service stairs and entered a locker room. Several young men and women chatted in small groups, all of them completely naked. Their figures represented a spectrum of sizes and shapes, and Elizabeth was impressed by their confidence. Gabriella picked up used towels and wipes, motioning for Elizabeth to follow.\n\n“Hi Gabriella, who’s the cutey?” asked an athletic looking man. Elizabeth tried not to look down at his impressive cock for too long before going back to his face.\n\n“I’m Elizabeth Patel, at your service.”\n\n“Oh hey, I’m not a guest,” he replied. “I’m Peter. We’re just the evening’s entertainment. We don’t even get one of those fancy collars.”\n\nElizabeth raised her eyebrow. “So, if you’re in a room with a guest, how do you leave?”\n\nPeter grinned slyly. “It’s up to the guest. I make it a point of pride if I can stay till the morning.”\n\n“You’re not bothered by all this? The power dynamics?”\n\n“It’s all consensual, believe me. Besides, not all guests want the same thing. I could easily spend the night cuddling with a man, or be tied to the bed with a cage around my cock.”\n\n“Which do you prefer?”\n\n“I prefer to make people happy.”\n\n &nbsp;\n\nThat night, Elizabeth took her position in the game room, refreshing the drinks of the guests, watching two performers slowly made love on top of the pool table. She looked past the entrance and saw Peter, already being led to guest chambers by a grey-haired matron. His words echoed in her mind until Dr. Granger tapped her on the shoulder.\n\n“You seem distracted, Mr. Patel. Are you alright?” Dr. Granger wore a gold-sequined mermaid dress with black pearls. Her plunging neckline dipped all the way to her belly button. There was not a single curve nor accessory that didn’t ooze sexual energy. Her diamond collar gleamed in the light.\n\n“Yes, I’m fine. My apologies, ma’am. Can I refresh your cocktail?”\n\nDr. Granger narrowed her eyes and handed over the crystal tumbler. “I do not like fibbers, Ms. Patel. Little white lies are still lies. Remember that.”\n\n“Y-yes, ma’am,” Elizabeth said softly. A flash of heat washed over her face and body. Something about Dr. Granger’s tone conveyed a kind of authority that Elizabeth did not want to challenge. Her body was stiff, and she desperately wanted to get away from the hostess’ cold stare. Elizabeth waited until she received the slightest of nods, then headed to the bar. *That woman is* ***intense***, she thought.\n\nAs the night continued, more guests and performers began to pair off or depart quietly to their chambers. Elizabeth began to sweep for discarded items for the kitchen and bar. She found more than one pair of thong underwear, one studded with diamonds. When the work was done, Gabriella invited her to join the service staff in the downstairs mess hall. They shared the leftover wine and talked about the night’s performances, decompressing from the event. Elizabeth felt like she could breathe again.\n\n“I must congratulate you, Ms. Patel,” Martin said. “Your first night of service was a smashing success. Well done.”\n\nThe staff cheered and patted her on the back, and Gabriella gave her a deep hug. Elizabeth enjoyed the warm embrace. When Gabriella cupped her cheeks and kissed her, she didn’t fight it, kissing her back.\n\n“I think you’re going to like it here,” Gabriella said. “With guests in their chambers, we’ll have some down time now. Would you like a personal tour?”\n\nElizabeth looked at Martin. “Is that allowed?”\n\n“Just don’t disturb the guests,” he replied. “The English garden is unoccupied at the moment.”\n\nElizabeth and Gabriella smiled at each other and left the manor, holding hands.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Shortly after their 18th birthday, young men are paired with a post menopausal woman who educates them in sexuality.
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"content": "“She looks cute,” Matthew said, surreptitiously pointing down from the mezzanine. His eyes were trained on a young woman in the convention lobby below, dressed like a witch. Patricia wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned over for a better view.\n\n“She seems to be getting a lot of attention from fans. What do you like about her?”\n\n“Well, her costume looks nice.” He mentally undressed her, only leaving her stockings on.\n\nPatricia caressed his side with slow circles. “Her tits are practically falling out of her top. I like her leggings and boots though. The stripes are a nice touch.” She turned around and leaned against the railing to look at him. “Tell me what you’d like to do. If you had your druthers, how would you two…*get along*?”\n\nMatthew looked at his sexual mentor and knew that she was serious. Her crow’s feet deepened just slightly, giving her eyes more prominence. Patricia’s ruby red lips, pressed against his only minutes ago, were thinned while she waited for his answer. He grabbed his phone and opened a messaging app.\n\n“No phones,” she said sternly, and covered it with her hand. “She is a real, live, human being. Tell me what you’d say to her, right to her face.” Patricia held his cheeks and stared at him. “You can do this, Matthew. I believe in you. Talk to me like you would talk to her.”\n\nMatthew’s stomach was full of butterflies but Patricia’s hands were smooth and warm. “Hi, I think your costume is pretty awesome. Did...did you make it yourself?”\n\n“Good!” she said cheerfully, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “What next?”\n\n“I would listen, maybe see what panels she was attending.” Patricia nodded and moved closer until her black knit sweater brushed against his chest. Matthew resisted the urge to touch her breasts, telling himself to remember her guidance. He laid his hands on her hips with the lightest grip. \n\n“Tell me,” she said, “does she know your name?”\n\n“Oh shit, yeah, I guess I should introduce myself.” He stole a glance back down to the convention hall, and the woman was still posing for photos, some in more compromising positions. “God, she’s so hot.”\n\n“That’s not a good follow-up, and you know it.”\n\n“But she *is*!” he complained. “Why should I ignore that when she’s flaunting her tits and ass?”\n\nPatricia sighed and shook her head. “She’s performing, Matthew, what persona she wears, and what she does for the camera says nothing about her as a person. If you want to fuck a persona, go back to watching porn and masturbating into that silicone cock sleeve. Is that what you want?”\n\n“No,” he sighed. \n\n“Is a smile an invitation to fuck someone?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Do flirty texts from a girl mean that she wants to suck your dick?”\n\n“God, no.” He tried to roll his eyes and look away but Patricia firmly held his face and attention.\n \n“Finally, do cosplayers want to fuck you because they dressed up and you noticed?”\n\nThe last one stung, but he knew it was true. He felt deflated and slumped into her, resting his cheeks on her chest. “I guess not.”\n\n“Oh, Matthew, listen,” she said softly, massaging his scalp. “I want you and your partner, whoever they are, to have a fun time together. It’s not just all jizz and blow jobs. The more you learn to listen and talk to someone, the more open and vulnerable you’re able to be, the more love you’ll be able to share.” \n\nPatricia slid her arms under his coat and grabbed his ass. “And I think you have a lot to share, okay?” Mathew lowered his hands until they curved around her buttcheeks. Patricia nibbled on his ear and he squeezed, pulling her closer, until she felt his growing bulge. \n\n“I know it’s hard...especially at your age, but you can’t let your hormones get the best of you. What do I always say?”\n\n“Don’t let your erection be your first impression.”\n\nPatricia rewarded him with gentle strokes over his pants. “It’s okay with *me*, because you and I have this relationship, a mentorship of sorts.” She looked around the floor and no one was around, then dropped to her knees. “I want to see you grow,” Patricia said as she unzipped his pants. “Not just here,” tapping his cock, “but in your heart. Now let me take care of this while you tell me how you’d approach the Wicked Witch of the West over there.” \n\nMatthew’s eyes closed slightly and he held onto the railing for balance as Patricia teased his cock and balls. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue running circles over his head. “I...I’d ask about panels.”\n\n“Mmm hmm, go on.”\n\n“I’d see if she’d like to get a coffee.”\n\n“What if she likes tea?”\n\nMatthew looked down as Patricia swallowed him down to his base. He ran his fingers through her silver hair and she winked at him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “how would I know that?”\n\n“Asshhk her,” Patricia muttered with her mouth full. She pulled off and stroked his slick shaft with quick motion, watching him breath harder.\n\n“I guess if she likes similar things, and she’s interesting, then I’d ask if she wants to hang out at the convention.”\n\n“Good boy. And what if she’s not your type?” Patricia asked, then sucked him even harder. \n\n“Ff-fuck, I’d... nngh… move...on...oh!” he grunted before unloading in her mouth. Patricia held his hips and braced him as Matthew’s orgasm sent him bucking and reeling into her face. She didn’t let a single drop go to waste. \n\nPatricia rose and kissed him on his forehead. “Good boy, Matthew. You learned well. If you two get along, great. If not, there are other fish in the sea.”\n\n“Thanks, Patricia, I owe you one.” \n\nPatricial slipped her hand down her pants and dipped her fingers in her wet pussy, then fed it to him. “You can pay me back later tonight if you’d like.”\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The workout together had been lovely, however her friend now wants to take a shower at the gym. The only problem is that she's never been naked with another person and doesn't know how to say no.
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"content": "1/2\n\n\"That was great!\" Shawn said, stripping off his shirt. \"Come on! Let's hit the showers!\"\n\nHailey blushed, a moment of shock dancing across her blue eyes. “Both of us?” she asked.\n\nHe raised an eyebrow. “You definitely need a shower, at least as much as I do. Heck, you were the one complaining about boob sweat...”\n\nHailey crossed her arms over her chest, squishing her large breasts together as she looked around to make sure no one had heard that. “They’re big,” she half-whispered, half-shouted. “I can’t help it!” she said, her eyes wide and her cheeks burning red.\n\nShawn laughed. “Well, come on then. Let’s go get them clean! He playfully took her hand and started to lead her to the locker rooms. “Is that a new bra?”\n\n“Yes,” she said, as she let herself be led. “I had to get all new sports bras in 38EE. My boobs haven’t stopped growing since I’ve been on these new supplements...”\n\n“Good supplements then,” Shawn said, as they reached the divide between the men’s and women’s areas.\n\n“Am I allowed to use the showers here? They only let me in as your guest,” Hailey asked.\n\nShawn laughed again. “Not really, but no one will say anything as long as you stay where I can see you!” He wasn’t sure if his joke had landed, but a giggle from Hailey reassured him.\n\nHailey couldn’t stop giggling, in fact. “Ha… so we just… we shower together then… haha.” She could feel a blush spreading over her body.\n\n“Standard practice!” Shawn quipped, not even looking back at her, as he stepped into the men’s area. He noticed that she hadn’t taken her hand away or broken off from him, even as he neared the showers. He turned to face her. “You’re coming into the men’s showers?”\n\nHailey looked around nervously, her fingers fidgeting along the length of her long, blonde hair. “Unless… unless you’re going to come to the women’s with me?”\n\nShawn’s eyes went wide, and he looked around. “Um. No, this is fine! Looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves, so… sure, why not.” He shrugged. “Let’s take a shower together!”\n\nHailey found herself at a loss for words as she watched her friend grab his shower caddy in a flash. Soon, he was stripping off his clothes. Right in front of her. Shawn was tall, lean, and muscular; he had a true swimmer’s build if there ever was one. Hailey could feel herself blush hard, her heart quickening in her chest, as he dropped his shorts. His cock was impressive, one of the larger ones she’d seen, and she’d only seen them in porn… she didn’t realize that she was standing there with her mouth agape, until he spoke up.\n\n“Glad you like what you see!” he said, briefly striking a superman pose. “Take off your clothes.”\n\nHailey startled, nearly falling over. “I… I thought we were taking a shower!”\n\n“Yeah,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You put your clothes in my locker, and then we take a shower.” without taking his eyes off her, he pointed to his locker with one hand.\n\n“Oh! Oh… r right,” she said, looking down at the floor, hiding her face behind the curtain of her hair. She looked back at him after a moment of silence. “Are you going to watch me?” she asked.\n\nHe gave a slight shrug and rolled the dice. “Yes?” he said.\n\n“Well… I… guess that makes sense,” she said and started to strip off her clothes.\n\nHailey was tall, at 6 feet, she was only a few inches shorter than Shawn. Tall and curvy she’d always turned heads. She wasn’t wearing much, and she could feel Shawn’s eyes lingering on her, even as she tried not to look back at him, feeling too embarrassed to meet his gaze. She’d never even been naked with another person before! Not even her highschool girlfriend had seen her fully nude… not even when they did things...and now she was stripping in front of her best friend.\n\nShe stepped out of her sneakers, delaying the inevitable, and her fingers slowly fidgeted with the edge of her bra. She’d always been busty, but since she’d started college, changed her diet, and started on her new fitness supplements, her breasts had been growing like crazy, practically going through puberty all over again. Her boobs were huge, too big to hide under anything but her loosest clothing. In just three months, she’d gone from a 36D to a 38EE, and her new bra was already starting to feel too tight again. It felt that much tighter as she wedged her fingers under the edge of it and slowly started to pull up. Struggling as much with her nerves as she was with her heavy breasts and tight bra. With a sharp sigh, she yanked it up, and her tits tumbled free, shaking and wobbling on her chest. She could feel a blush spreading across her chest, even as her pale pink nipples stiffened in the cool air.\n\nCovering her massive chest as best she could with one arm, Hailey self-consciously ran one hand over her stomach. All of her friends told her that her waist was still tiny, but she hadn’t been able to control her appetite lately, and she could tell that she was developing a hint of pudge on her tummy. Her pants didn't feel tight at the waist, but the softness of her stomach was the main reason that she’d decided that she needed to come to the gym in the first place. Steeling herself, she tried to convince herself that it wasn’t noticeable as she prepared to take off her workout pants.\n\nWhile her pants hadn’t been getting much tighter in the waist, they certainly were tighter everywhere else. It took some effort to push her pants down over her wide hips and she truly had to peel them off of her round ass. Always having had a noticeable hourglass figure, recently her hip to waist ratio had exploded and she had developed an unmistakable bubble butt. Her thighs had filled out as well, thick and shapely. She pushed her pants down, pulling her panties with them, revealing her long legs and hairless pussy. She stumbled slightly, her breasts bouncing about, as she had to hop out of her leggings."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "There's tons of women who want to get screw by a minotaur, or an orc, or a bunch of goblins. But all those things would end up killing her long before they even had a chance to get laid. That's where we come in!"
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"content": "\"My name is Daedalus, and this is my workshop. Lemme show you around. Welcome to *Pimp My Partner*.\"\n\n\"Over here we have a special project. As you can see it's a hollow cow... note the padding here, and here. Comfort and shock absorbtion is really important for the customer. It's a custom job for... hey, here she is now! Lets see if she'll talk to you... hang on.\"\n\n \\- \n\n\"Hi, my name is Pasiphae. I'm forty two, part time witch, and homemaker as Immortal Queen of Crete. I first heard of Daedalus through my daughter, actually. He'd done some work on some property for her and she absolutely wouldn't shut up about him, so when I heard about this new product line I... well, it was just perfect timing.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well, there's this *bull* you see, and... well, Daedalus is hooking me up. I'm pretty confident in his work. I really love what he's done with the silver and gold on the horns.\"\n\n \\- \n\n\"Okay, thanks Pasi! We can take her for a test run this afternoon, right? Good, see you later! Lovely girl, great customer. *Very* kinky. Anyway, over here is another special job. Orcs, right? Hostile to humans and the fey, not generally in a sexy mood when there's a fight around. But that ain't a problem for the D-man's workshop! Take a look at this!\"\n\n\"See, a fully armored, self-powered vehicle. The driver climbs in here, steers it to a suitable Orcish area, and then climbs through to the back, through *here*. Then she has the choice... she can kneel here in front of the glory hole, or kneel on *this* side and present her lower half. Any passing Orcs can hang on here, and stand here, for maximum thrusting power.\"\n\n \\- \n\n\"Hi, my name is *Bambi*, and I run the Goblin Dungeon here at Daedalus Workshop.\"\n\n\"So we have contractors that provide friendly Goblins. They've formed a pretty good colony in the Dungeon downstairs, so really it's just a matter of the client going down there. We have specials on groups of five or more Goblins on Gangbang Wednesdays, and of course we always have good deals on aftercare and so on.\"\n\n\"Oh I *love* working here! Daedalus likes to make stuff for us, and there are all the Gob... I mean *recreation* time that I want!\"\n\n \\- \n\n\"So that's it, folks. Come on down to Daedalus Workshop for all the good times you've been craving, quality and discretion assured! Don't forget, we have specials on all elasticity potions for handling something way out of your league!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Noob prompts please.
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"content": "First, welcome and good luck writing! If you want some feedback while you're drafting, the [DWP Discord server](https://discord.gg/NefUa5T) can help you find people to review and critique your work. We're all trying to do better.\n\nHere's a simple premise: Two friends reunite after college and discover that they're both still virgins. They decide to fulfill the \"virgin pact\" they playfully swore to, so many years before."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bondage scenarios in a fantasy-esque world
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"content": "I've got a few ideas for you, so choose which ever one you like. (Note: The party is all female in each prompt btw):\n\n1. The mage had thought she had found the perfect dungeon raiding party for her given their shared love of bondage. Though this turns out to be a bit of a problem when they all get caught in a trap and are too horny to try and get free.\n\n2. The party had been less then thrilled when their sorceress had gotten herself stuck in a slime, even less so when she refused to get out of it. But they were sort of ok with it when the slime agreed to go with them, and happy when her clothes dissolved exposing her curvy body, and happier still when they found out how horny she now was, and then overjoyed once they realized how much stronger she was thanks to the slime.\n\n3. The party is in for a long night when the perverted rouge is in charge of their group bonding activity.\n\n4. The job listing had said that it wouldn't be a normal job, but the party had never expected to be literally roped into being the sex slaves of a local lord's shy son for a few months. Not that they minded being tied up, given an incredibly comfortable place to live, and the exuberant pay. If anything it was the perfect paid vacation!\n\n5. The dark queen had finally been defeated, and now here she was in all her former glory on the auction block along side her other female generals and knights, tightly bound, gagged and stripped of all of her clothes, and she finds herself surprisingly excited by this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a prim and proper lady and the leader of the most noble of knightly orders. You'd be mortified if society found out that you're a half succubus with a hundred times the libido of any dockyard harlot...
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"content": "\"Lady Marta?\"\n\nNot once before had the Lady of the Order ever called upon him personally. A new squire, called in for a private meeting with Lady Marta herself? He fancied himself talented (and not too humble about it, at that), but he was surprised that his skill had attracted _her_ attention - and so quickly!\n\nAnd yet now, standing before her private chamber, it felt like a cruel practical joke. He had knocked twice, called her name once, and garnered no response. Had the message been a forgery? If so, which of the other squires could write well enough to even try such a trick?\n\nHe was still pondering that subject when the door flung open in front of him: there indeed was Lady Marta, though not quite like he'd seen her before. In a white silk robe, she seemed underdressed in comparison to her public appearances, in which she invariably bore a splendid set of brilliant gold armour. The robe seemed somewhat askew, as well: one side of the neckline was pulled off-centre, such that the light could hit the curved surface of her collarbone. He could not help but notice the rise and fall of her breast - he was no stranger to impure thought, not yet trained out of it by the Order - and saw her heavy breathing swell her chest. Her crimson lips were parted. He watched her mouth form each breath.\n\nYet when she began to speak, her tone was as collected as ever. \"Squire Kasius, thank you.\" Her voice, sweet voice: it came clear as clarion call. \"Forgive me, I had not expected you so early. Please, enter.\"\n\nKasius entered his Lady's chamber. From the sight of it, you would not know her as the Lady of the Order. In fact, there was no physical evidence of anyone living there, save a large, luxurious four-poster bed. Though he wished otherwise, Kasius hardly had experience in women's private chambers, and yet even still he knew to expect at _least_ a dresser.\n\nHe returned his gaze to her, desperate to give his lady his full attention in this important moment. He tried to recall his training: he must not look his superiors in the eye. He must lower his gaze, befitting his station. With the full beauty of his lady before him, no armour to distract from her form, he could not help the thought: how low his gaze could go before he crossed the line into impoliteness?\n\nWas he usually this distracted in the company of beautiful women?\n\nHe tried to cease this impulsive thought. The Lady Marta was not an ordinary woman, he told himself, and certainly not deserving of such disgusting thought. She was celibate and pure, virginal as the white cloth that draped her gods-given form.\n\nIt seemed his libido was in dire need of the reminder.\n\n\"Kasius, I have a task for you. You must tell no one of this, for the sake of our Order's continued prosperity. Only a man of your specific abilities is suited for the task.\"\n\nOnly him? How strange to consider it: that he, not two months in the Order, could be the most suited for such a vital task!\n\n\"You must be at the end of Cart Street by nightfall, on the boundary of the city. Keep watch there the whole night, for I have heard tell of monsters on the roam. You must take with you no weapon: all you will need is your pure heart.\"\n\nPure? Oh, by the gods, he was not pure. Her silken robe seemed to thin itself the more he looked upon it, willing himself to see underneath: he was sure he saw the rounded buds upon her breasts, pushing to the surface. Could it be true, that the sainted Lady held a hidden trace of desire? He wished with desperate passion that he could find this desire and stroke it to life, to bring Marta a carnal joy that her godly body was never meant to know.\n\nHe had to restrain himself.\n\n\"Yes, my Lady,\" was all that Kasius said.\n\n\"Thank you, Squire. That will be all.\"\n\nHe risked no more time in her presence, and bolted from the room.\n\n[continued in next comment]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elizabeth decided to sign up to be a teaching assistant in biology to help with tuition. She didn't realize she had to be naked to do the job.
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"content": "1/2 \n\nElizabeth had a little bit of trouble finding the advanced biology classroom. She was looking for Doctor Maxine Weyland’s class. It was just off of the university’s lab areas, in the section reserved for students involved in practical studies. She was actually a bit surprised to find a small lecture hall in that part of the building, but there it was. Brushing aside her long, red hair, she craned her neck around and took a glance at the digital board as she came in. It looked like there was some info already up, but all of it was over her head.\n\nBeth’s plump, red lips gaped slightly as she turned her body toward the board, trying to take any of it in. “Okay… so I have basically no idea what any of this is,” she said, wondering if there had been some job qualifications that she’d missed. “I guess the professor will tel me what to do, otherwise this is going to be a short job,” she added. “I kind of need this to cover my tuition though, so I hope it’s okay that I’m an art major...”\n\nJust then, a flawlessly beautiful brunette strolled in. She stopped and looked at Beth for a moment, and the computer displays in her glasses seemed to be scrolling through some information. “You’re Elizabeth?” she asked, pleasantly enough, just before the silence would have become awkward.\n\n“Yes!” Beth said, offering her hand. “You must be Professor Weyland?”\n\n“Doctor Weyland, yes”\n\n“I’m a digital art and holographics major. I haven’t taken any bio classes except 101 when I got here last year. I don’t really understand any of the science on there” Beth said, waving her hand toward the numerous advanced displays at the front of the room.\n\n“That’s alright,” Weyland said, with a shrug and a shake of her head, “You don’t need to, not for your role here.” she seemed to be looking at something in the corner of her vision, and the faint images on her glasses shifted and scrolled. “I’ve authorized you for access to the adjacent office. You should be able to leave your clothes in there.”\n\n“Leave my clothes?” Beth said, shocked. “What clothes?”\n\n“Those clothes,” Maxine said, with a casual wave toward Beth’s body. “You’re supposed to be naked.”\n\n“Naked… I… uh, didn’t realize that. To be honest, the forms were kind of long, and there was a lot of stuff that I didn’t read. I’ve done some cosplay, and a little bit of modeling before, but never nude modeling!”\n\n“First time for everything,” Max replied quickly, if flatly. “Considering what you’re getting out of this, it’s not much to ask.” She paused and sighed. “If this is a problem, I can try to move down to the next applicant on the list, but students will be here shortly, and I’d rather not be pressed for time...”\n\n“Umm…” Beth paused for a moment and tried to collect her thoughts “No, no I can do it. It’s just a little nudity! Right?”\n\n“Right!” Max replied, with a brief and almost natural smile. “Now hurry. We have a lot to get to, today, and I still have to configure the demonstration.”\n\nBeth took a deep breath. “Okay.”\n\nBeth walked to the door at the side of the room, and it opened automatically for her. Once inside, she felt her facade slip away a bit, and she was feeling the nervousness that she’d been trying to suppress. “It’s just nude modeling,” she told herself. “It’s no big deal. We’re all adults here, and this is for science!” She let out a deep sigh and even bounced in place a bit, psyching herself up, though it still took her a few moments to work up her nerve.\n\nBeth stepped out of her Mary Janes and took off her red sundress, leaving her in black leggings and a red bra. She could hear students filing in, and she paused, nearly losing her nerve. Nude meaning nude, she took off her bra, her leggings, and her panties. And she waited. She didn’t wait for long.\n\nEven before students were done coming in, Dr Weyland’s voice came over the intercom, “Please come out now, Elizabeth.”\n\nElizabeth startled and she could instantly feel a blush spreading over her skin. “O… Okay,” she said, and she unsteadily started to pad towards the door, moving almost as though she were stepping into a cold pool. The door opened, automatically, as she approached, and far too suddenly for her liking.\n\nBeth was immediately greeted with a room full of upperclassmen, boys and girls, bio students, nearly all of them staring right at her. Many of them had their phones out, and they were clearly video taping her. “She reflexively covered herself, bending forward to conceal as much of her body as she could. “Are… Are they allowed to do that?” She asked Maxine, only moving her hand at the wrist, as she feebly gestured toward the filming students.\n\n“It is encouraged,” Maxine replied flatly, “Please do not try to conceal yourself. You are here for their benefit.”\n\n“Right… Okay, right,” Beth nervously replied, Only just then noticing that Dr. Weyland had set up a large HD scannercam pointing right at the center front of the room. Beth tried to get on with it, forcing herself to stand back up straight, and self-consciously forcing her arms to her sides. She walked into the room, attempting to force an air of confidence, but able to feel the hot blush of her skin even as the cold air of the room started to give her goosebumps.\n\nSome of the entering students came over to her, as she came toward the center of the room. “What’s your bra size?” one asked, “Is that your natural hair color?” asked another."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] While on a mission on a remote planet, Pidge dislocates her shoulder and Allura must help her get cleaned and dressed, among other things.
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"content": "“You don’t have to help,” Pidge complained, “I can get it.” She reached for the hanging vine over her bed, fingers straining to hold it and pull her upright. She found a grip and sat up using her good arm. \n\n“I never doubted you,” Allura said, “I only wished to make your burden feel...less burdensome.” She stared at her feet while Pidge swung her legs to the floor. \n\n“Princess, I am totally capabAAAGH!” she screamed, trying to put on her shirt. She fell back in bed as the sharp pain in her shoulder worsened.\n\nAllura ran to her side, sweeping her hand over Pidge’s sweaty brow, trying to soothe her. “It is my fault you’re like this, and it is my duty to my people to ease their pain when I can.”\n\n“It’s not your fault,” she sighed. “I was the one who agreed to fight in the Zonan arena. No one forced me.” She focused on her core muscles to lift herself back up.\n\nAllura moved her hand over Pidge’s back with slow circles. “Force? Your pride did, Pidge. You could have let Lord Swynston’s comments about your um, *stature* slide. Challenging him in the open like that also left him with little choice.” \n\n“How is mister pig doing, by the way?” Pidge snickered.\n\n“Despite Zona’s rather primitive medical facilities, he will make a full recovery. He should be able to chew solid food in a couple weeks. You are lucky that you won with only a few scrapes and a dislocated shoulder.”\n\n“*Luck* had little to do with it, your highness.” She found the thin top again and slipped her good arm through one loop, then bent over to fit her head under the bottom. The fabric snagged at her neck and Allura giggled at the sight of this topless, headless beast with one arm stuck in the air. She tugged at the hem until Pidge’s head popped through the neck hole. “Thanks, princess.”\n\n“My pleasure. Now how do you intend to get your other arm through the sleeve?”\n\nPidge realized her mistake when she felt her belly and chest with her bad arm, still under the shirt. She slid her hand up, past her small breasts and the sharp pain in her shoulder returned. “Gaah!” she screamed again, panting in pain. “Okay, maybe I can just leave it like this for the day.”\n\n“Or, alternatively, you could accept my help. Please?”\n\nPidge pouted and looked away. “Fine.”\n\nAllura carefully pulled the shirt off again and bunched the material around one sleeve, then fed it over Pidge’s bad arm. She slipped the neck hole over her head, then the other arm, finally unrolling the shirt over Pidges torso. “Now, was that so bad?” \n\nPidge blushed. She was afraid to admit that she couldn’t even do this simple task, afraid to say that she *enjoyed* the accidental touches when the princess unrolled the shirt over her breasts. “Thank you, Allura.” She grabbed the arm sling and wrapped herself, unable to look her in the eye.\n\nDespite her injury, Pidge attended all the trade meetings with Allura, including the Zonan factory tour. Zona was a jungle planet, naturally hot and humid, but the factory seemed to amplify the environment to sauna levels. Her normally bouncy hair stuck to her face and made her uncomfortable. She was too embarrassed to look at her shirt, but she could feel it stick to her sides and chest. Pidge glanced at the princess, who’s royal dress still managed to flow as if she were in Spring. She allowed herself to feel a little envious.\n\n“I need a bath,” Pidge said when they returned to their suite. She wrung out a corner of her shirt and drops of sweat fell to the floor. “I feel, *so* gross.”\n\n“The Zonan hot springs are renowned for their healing properties. I think you will feel much better after a dip in the waters. I will ask for some privacy.” \n\n“Royalty has its privileges, eh princess?”\n\nAllura made the arrangements and the pair walked to the empty hot spring. Large rocks covered in moss and lichen bordered the steaming waters, a high wall separating it from prying eyes. An alcove contained proper showers and storage for their items. \n\nPidge stood awkwardly by the cubbies. She was able to remove her pants and underwear, but the shirt...she knew she needed help. “Princess…”\n\nAllura came to her, completely naked. Her tan skin already started to bead with droplets from the steam. Pidge’s face turned beet red. “What’s wrong, Pidge, do you need help?”\n\n“The shirt. Can you?”\n\nThe princess said nothing and walked behind her. She slid her hand under the shirt and repeated the steps from the morning in reverse order: good arm, head, then carefully slid the now-sticky fabric off her injured side. Allura took her hand and led her to the spring.\n\n“Ah, this *does* feel nice, princess.” Pidge slumped against the wall where a stream of hot water rolled over her shoulder. She could feel the muscles relax and all the tension in her body melted. \n\nAllura crawled over with a floating bucket of soap and sponges. “Allow me?”\n\nPidge nodded and closed her eyes. She could smell the floral scent of soap as the princess gently washed her face and neck. She moaned softly as the sponge circled her breasts, brushing her nipples until they stiffened. Allura moved lower. “Princess!” she gasped. She opened her eyes and Allura’s face was inches from hers.\n\nThe princess giggled, her hand trapped between Pidge’s thighs. “Come now, there’s no need to be shy. I intend to give you a *thorough* cleaning. Will you let me, my champion?” Pidge relaxed her legs and Allura rubbed circles on her thighs with the sponge. “Isn’t that better?”\n\nPidge opened her mouth but couldn’t speak. No one, let alone a princess, had *bathed* her. She felt a tingle in her legs as Allura scrubbed and stroked them, little sparks of electricity shooting from her toes to her sex. She spread her legs a little wider, and her hand slipped beneath the water.\n\nAllura watched Pidge’s embarrassed expression soften into delight. She let go of the sponge and worked her fingers over muscles, thumbs rolling over her inner thighs, hands moving closer and closer to her center. She was bemused when her fingers touched Pidge’s hand, resting on her mound. “Will you...let me?”\n\nPidge didn’t know how she got there, but she didn’t care. There was a new ache, something dull but insistent that kept her mind off of her shoulder. She wordlessly nodded and groaned as Allura’s hand stroked her delicate folds. \n\nThe princess moved against the wall and pulled her in, and Pidge leaned into her soft breasts. She wrapped her arms around her waist and continued to rub her, sliding a finger over her swollen nub, soft lips and warm center. One finger, then two slid inside. Allura kissed her neck and Pidge arched her back, slowly rocking her body against the princess’ touch.\n\n“Oh, Allura,” she moaned. With her good arm, she reached back and held the princess’ head on her neck and shoulder. Her lips were hotter than the waters, sending bolts of pleasure down her body. The ache in her center enveloped her belly, and she pinched her nipples to relieve it, but it only made her ache for more. Pidge moaned louder as she felt herself reach the edge. “I’m...I’m...ooh!”\n\nThe princess held her tight as Pidge’s body convulsed with pleasure. Her legs shook and her ragged breaths pushed the steam away from their writhing bodies. When she felt her go limp in her arms, Allura held her more gently, returning her to the bubbling stream. “Feel better?”\n\n“Mmm...much better,” Pidge groaned with a smile. “A girl could get used to this. The *royal* treatment.”\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Meet the Satanic Order of The Deadly Seven. An order of Satanic Nuns devoted to committing each of the seven deadly sins as often as possible.
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"content": "Inside a small, tranquil upstairs room, worlds away from the hustle and bustle of the border town's main street, another nun stared lovingly into a wall-mounted mirror. The button-up tunic of her habit was tailored to hug her figure; it was, moreover, slitted high up the left side to expose the leg, dark-skinned and taut-calved over a Parisian stiletto. Her head was uncovered, and her hair was braided into long, thick dreadlocks. An immaculate white guimpe adorned her shoulders, and an upside-down crucifix dangled from the cincture around her trim waist.\n\nShe struck a hip-check pose, then a ramrod-straight chin-up power stare. She experimented with gathering her braids forward over her shoulder and leaving them loose on her back. Smiles, pouts, sultry side-glances, little adjustments of attire in countless variations; preening, it appeared, for her solitary pleasure alone.\n\nAt the sound of a lazy, perfunctory knock on the door, she pivoted around. When she spoke, it was in a voice of low, silken timbre, if a little over-enunciated.\n\n\"Sister Acedia, you brought me visitors? Who might you be, señores?\"\n\n\"Hey, Supes,\" the nun in the black Stetson strolled past her, planted herself in a chair, tipped it backward until it hit the wall, and swung her legs up onto the table. \"Village down south with a problem. Muchos bandidos. Desperate for some help.\"\n\n\"That's right. We have gathered everything we own, everything of value in the village. If you can drive off Calvera's men, it's yours.\"\n\nThough was the older, burly farmer who spoke, the glamorous nun levelled her stare at the silent youth behind him, a remarkably handsome man. His features were wrought of light burnished bronze: a fine jawline, strong brow, neck that flared with a labourer's muscles before disappearing into the collar of his shirt. He affected a small, neat moustache and had the kind of dark-fringed brown eyes that would easily befit the face of a young señorita. Added to that, a certain sensuous cast of the mouth, imbued with promise.\n\n\"Everything you own?\" she found her voice again. \"I have been offered a lot for my work, but no one's ever offered quite that much before.\"\n\n\"We are determined, Sister.\" The younger villager nodded. The nun gave him a brilliant, slightly wolfish smile.\n\n\"Oh, I do not mean to impoverish you. Perhaps we could simply have a very special celebration, following our victory. What are your names, gentlemen?\"\n\n\"Hilario Pérez,\" said the older one.\n\n\"Jesús Ferrero,\" said the youth.\n\n\"And I am called Superbia,\" she inclined her head. \"One final question.\" \n\nShe undid the little buttons of her tunic with quick, assured snaps of the fingers and pulled it wide open. \n\n\"What do you think of these?\"\n\nHer fellow nun, still lounging at the table, let out a quiet snort. \n\n\"Válgame, Dios!\" Hilario's eyes went wide.\n\n\"Más hermosos del mundo,\" said Jesús, unable to look away. \"I have never seen their like before.\"\n\n\"Nor could you have.\" Superbia beamed with satisfaction as she began to button back up. \"Do return to your village, my friends. I will meet you there at dawn, tomorrow.\"\n\nAfter the villagers spoke their profuse thanks and shut the door behind them, she turned to the other nun, her eyes alive with emotion.\n\n\"Ace, where did you *find* that man?\"\n\n\"I know, he's something.\" Acedia's voice slurred from her half-nap. \"Gotta be the best looking campesino south of the Rio Grande.\"\n\n\"Well, I would not settle for the *second* best looking campesino south of the Rio Grande.\" Sister Superbia twirled back to her mirror. \"And that name. *Jesús*. Ace, I feel the caress of destiny.\"\n\n\"Hoo boy,\" muttered Sister Acedia. \"Sure know that look.\"\n\n\"Ace, I think I might deign to fuck that man.\" The elegant nun reached for her gun belt, coiled like a sleeping serpent on her dresser. \"No, I will be *proud* to *make love* to that man.\"\n\nThe Sister of Sloth rocked the chair upright and leaned on the table, resting her head on folded arms. A weary groan escaped her.\n\n\"This is gonna end up being a whole thing, ain't it. Oh, Satan, what possessed me to get involved...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This Café is a bit special... Only women are allowed, and they can order any favor from the Waiters.
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"content": "Rick doesn’t think he hears her right.\n\nHe has gotten all kinds of requests from the few years he has been working the Cafè. From a mundane kiss on the cheek to fucking someone over the table with a hand on their throat, all with excellent customer service. He is quick and he is efficient; he’ll make them cum with a flick of his finger and tell them the daily specials at the same time. Not much fazes him.\n\nBut, when his customer tells him to take a seat in the chair across from her, he falters. Pauses in his customary greeting. The smile on her face is indulgent as she watches him from under her lashes, chin cradled in her palm.\n\nIt’s not the first time he has been asked to sit with someone, but it’s still very rare. Some do it to play house, have him be the doting boyfriend or husband. Some do it so the power imbalance is shifted, will kneel at his feet and gaze at him with adoring eyes, call him Master as they mouth at his cock. The shyer ones will do it because it makes them feel like they aren’t taking too much of advantage.\n\nBut.... but this one doesn’t seem like *any* of those.\n\nShe’s *confident*, like she knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to show it. It's in the tilt of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes. She doesn’t have the eager jitteriness of a submissive nor the sharp irritability like she just wants a quick fuck for the road. She is steady as she stares at him, holding eye contact with an intensity that’s almost palpable. Rick swallows.\n\nHe must’ve let the silence go for too long because she sighs, the sound showy and overly disappointed. It’s obviously meant to be melodramatic.\n\n“Are you going to do what you're told,” she says lazily, “Or are you going to make me *repeat* myself?”\n\nAnd Rick thinks *oh*. It’s *that* type of customer.\n\nHe quickly pulls out the chair and sits down. He dips his chin in appropriate fashion, slumps his shoulders demurely. \n\n“I’m sorry, Miss,” he says and watches how her smile widens at the title, “It won’t happen again.”\n\nShe laughs at that and the sound is soft, settles warm and thick in his bones like molasses. She still doesn’t lift her chin from her hand.\n\n“You don’t have to do that. Do the whole ‘Oh Master, I live to serve you!’ schtick. I want to *earn* your submission,” she says, eyes glittering as she leans forward and Rick shivers at the heat that pools in his stomach at that; he was always a sucker for women who knew how to sweet-talk, “Though it’s good to know you have manners.” \n\nShe winks at him and it throws him off-kilter, a flush crawling up his neck. Her eyes crease like she wants to laugh again. \n\n“And how do you want me to act, Miss?” he questions, squirming in his chair; he hasn’t felt this unsure of himself since he started the job.\n\n“Like yourself,” she says simply, like he isn’t paid to be exactly the *opposite* of that, “Just act like you normally do, while I ask you some questions about yourself.”\n\nHe blinks owlishly at her because, questions? About himself? She doesn’t seem the type to try for awkward small talk or search for a romantic connection, so he can’t pinpoint exactly *why* she would want to know anything about him. He’s about to flirt, maybe crack a joke to get her to reveal her intentions but she’s already getting up from her chair, slowly walking around the table with her fingers tracing the rim. Rick can’t help but watch the way her hips swing as she walks up to him, circling his chair to stand right behind him.\n\nShe grazes the back of her nails up his nape, threading her fingers in his hair in such a slow drag that has him sucking in a shivery breath, eyelids fluttering as she rubs circles into his scalp with her fingertips. She leans forward, lips against his ear. His exhale is sharp.\n\n“Now, can you be a good boy,” she murmurs in his skin and Rick shudders from head to toe, pressing further into her touch, “and do that for me?”\n\nA ‘I’ll try my best, Miss!’ would have sufficed. A ‘Of course, Miss!’ would have been better. ‘Anything for you, Miss!’ would have been absolutely ideal. But what comes out of his mouth is an eager *Yes*, more breath than word but she hums like it’s just the answer she had wanted.\n\n She rewards him with a gentle tug of his hair, teeth catching at his earlobe. There’s a need that’s building hot beneath his skin, something he hasn’t felt on the job in a long time. \n\n“I like that, your honest reactions,” she says, grazing her lips up his cheek and to his temple, nosing at his hairline; the skin at the under-corner of his jaw jumps with his rapid pulse, “You’re doing so good for me so far.”\n\nA gasp gets caught in his throat at the praise and she chuckles, scratching at his scalp. Both their pupils are blown wide.\n\n“Now, for your first question....”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Besides being a typical resort shop they also had a special little "challenge" for female beachgoers: The Bikini Lottery. For $1 they are given a random bikini based on a lottery, ranging from "Modest" to "Almost Criminal" in skimpiness, even rumors of a "Nude" ticket being hidden as well.
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"content": "1/4\n\nSam Slipped out of her shoes and put her feet up across the back seat of the SUV. She was very tall, so she had to fold herself up a bit, but there was a lot more room back there than she had expected. “Any word from the airline about our luggage?” she asked toward the front of the car, as she pulled a Switch from a pocket of her loose, cargo pants.\n\n“Nothing yet,” Mike said, looking down at his phone. “They seem to have no idea where any of our checked bags are...”\n\n“How are we supposed to swim with no swimsuits?” Steve asked, still fuming from the airline’s mistake.\n\n“How are we supposed to swim when it’s raining anyway?” Darius responded, gesturing toward the road, as he drove through the torrential rain. “Listen, they’ll probably have our bags to us by the time this tropical storm blows through… if it blows through.”\n\n“Man...” Steve said.\n\n“We can probably buy swimsuits here,” Mike offered, “Those or anything else we might need to replace from our luggage.”\n\n“Yeah, sure,” Steve shot back, with obvious sarcasm, “I bet we could… If we were as posh as this place’s clientele is supposed to be, but I bet ‘All Expenses Paid’ doesn’t include free Vesace swimsuits!”\n\nMike didn’t really have an answer for that. “Marina D’aurelius is pretty posh… sure, but it’ll be fine! Right?” he ran a hand through his medium-length, brown hair. “Let’s just, like, celebrate our victory!” he added, gesturing around for support.\n\nDarius smiled. “Thanks for the big win Sam!”, he called toward the back of the car. “Terminatrix!”\n\nA brief smile passed over Sam’s lips, and she brushed a strand of her blonde bangs aside, as she cast a look toward Darius. “Thanks,” she said, hardly taking her eyes off the screen.\n\n“Yeah… she was alright, I guess,” Steve said.\n\nDarius chuckled, “Yeah… ‘alright’. She was just last man standing and took out half the other team after the rest of us went down.”\n\n“Pfft,” Steve was getting animated. “We put her in a tactically advantageous position! Anyone could have pulled off the rest from there. Even someone who plays phone games and fucking Nintendo.”\n\nSam let her John Lennon sunglasses slip down her face, revealing her blue eyes, as she shot a look at Steve. “Someone who plays phone games and carried your ass through most of the finals, and who won finals MVP for winning from ‘tactical advantage’… also someone who just killed your record in Mario Kart.” She shrugged. “Sorry, not sorry.”\n\n“What? That’s impossible!” Steve shouted, turning toward her.\n\n“Who cares?” she said, handing him the switch, “It’s just a fucking Nintendo!”\n\nSteve looked at the screen and let out a groan of disgust. “It… it doesn’t matter! This game is mostly random anyway! Whatever!” He tossed the switch back at Sam, and it landed on her stomach, partially wrapping itself in her loose, oversized, Hyrule Knights football Jersey.\n\nSam laughed. “Well at least you’re not salty about it...”\n\n“Terminatrix and gentlemen, we are here!” Darius announced, as he pulled under the awning of the resort’s main building. “How about we just try to enjoy the trip, okay?” He asked, to mostly easy agreement.\n\nThe weather was rainy for the first few days of their stay, and they mostly re-wore the clothes that they’d arrived in, glad that their suite had a washer-dryer combo. If Steve had been right about one thing, it had been that the prices for everything at the resort were sky-high, and the group stuck to their included-meals and amenities as strictly as possible, glad that the room at least did have up-to-date gaming systems in the main room.\n\nMike had fallen asleep on the couch after a bit of a marathon session, only to feel himself partially wake up to the sounds of the rain having abated a bit, and other people in the room. Half-asleep, he looked across to see Darius on the couch across from him, Sam standing next to him in the middle of a half-whispered conversation. Darius was in his boxers, and Sam was in only an oversized baseball jersey.\n\n“Rain’s lettin’ up,” Darius said quietly, noting the only light drizzle of rain hitting the balcony door. “You gonna swim tomorrow?”\n\nSam looked at the door and then back at him “I still don’t have a swimsuit.”\n\n“You gonna swim anyway?” He half-joked, casually brushing his hand along the outside of her thigh.\n\nShe laughed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”\n\n“I might...” he said, wrapping his large hand around her thigh, over her long shirt, and gently pulling her toward him.\n\n“Mmm,” She said, looking down at him, as she gently wrapped her arms around his head. “I need to know you’re not gonna be weird...”\n\n“Unlike some people, I know what ‘casual’ means...” He said, continuing to gently stroke her thigh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Feudal Era Fuckery
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"content": "Probably a bit of history that isn’t what you’re looking for but I’d be remiss not to bring it up. Some sources suggest that it was customary for a mother to take her son’s virginity once he came of age to show him the ropes. Now for the actual prompt. \n\nYokai are a problem for anyone traveling the roads at night. More serious problems like giant skeletons, immovable walls, and liver eating frogs are best left avoided, but occasionally you’ll find something more playful. Fox spirits are always on the lookout for a traveler to seduce or befuddle, even if that traveler is a woman.\n\nEdit: also as for why i’m putting something yokai related in a history prompt, it’s sort of like Ancient Greek history where even historical records mention the super natural. Yokai in particular were such a big part of the culture that hunting/researching them was a government for funded profession at some points."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] BORROWED BODIES
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"content": "- Due to some sort of catastrophic brain-server malfunction, you have swapped minds with your sex bot. It is taking the opportunity to get even for how you've treated it.\n\n- A sexy maidbot switches minds with the smart house that does all the actual cleaning. The house tries to get intimate with the owner, while the maidbot tries to actually keep the house in order despite wobbling around on platform heels.\n\n- While you were swapped into a fetishy bimbo cyberslut body for a crazy weekend, someone stole your normal body, and is now ruining your reputation. Can you get back your old body while stuck in the form of a sex crazed fuck machine?\n\n- you've swapped back out of the fetishy bimbo cyberslut body, but the mental effects don't seem to be going away..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The newest game in the arcade is a huge hit!
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"content": "\"You sure this is a good idea Tips?\"\n\nTips climbed into the metal box and sat upon the narrow cushion under her. Once in position, her boss slammed the door shut, shoving a cheerful yelp from the busty employee's lungs and a ripple across her plump round backside.\n\n\"Absolutely! This'll give us the upper hand and put Cheesy Chuck's to shame for sure!\"\n\nHer boss looked on, skeptical. Tips's tight pale ass peeked out of the window built into the steel container. She locked down the latches and plugged in the machine.\n\n\"If you say so...\" Boss sighed before walking off and creating an opening in the extendable fiber partitions.\n\n\"Attention valued customers, the newest game in our arcade line up...\"\n\n\"Tappin' Tips!\" Tips blared from inside the box.\n\n\"Tappin' Tips is now available to play. Please enjoy.\" Boss announced rather unenthusiasticlly. To her, this just seemed like another entry in a long list of elaborate schemes to steal the thunder and attention from the other employees.\n\nBut she wasn't wrong in how alluring an attraction it would be.\n\nGuys clamored over towards the new arcade machine, tumbling over one another like the ocean waves. Shouting filled the air, coins were viciously ripped out of pockets and wallets as the lucky first player clumsily shoved a quarter into the metal slot so that he could shove something else into a different slot.\n\n\"Come on guys, form an orderly line. One load per player, if you want to play again, go to the back of the line.\" The boss of the jointed directed plainly, with little spirit.\n\nTips, on the other hand, was ecstatic as the first lucky player practically tore off her undergarment and slapped his cock between her meaty ass cheeks. A cheek grin on her face as she eagerly awaited him to get in her game.\n\nHis hands gripped her fat rump, spreading it apart as he fervently kneaded her cheeks. A taught pink hole twitching in between that welcomed the customer's member into its reaches.\n\n\"Hold up oooone little second, valued customer!\"\n\nTips giggled as she poured the contents of a bottle of lube all over her backside. Her aim was poor, and the lubricant brimmed upon her lightly freckled skin. A good amount landed in between her ass where the customer's cock prepared to invade.\n\n\"There we go! Now gimme that thick crust of yours!\"\n\nAnd the guest did just that, impatiently slamming his erection up Tips's ass, clapping against her backside and squeezing a joyous moan from the jubilant delivery girl.\n\n\"Haaahaan...! Already... deep dish!\"\n\nUnfortunately unable to hug her, the customer had to settle for a pair of handles to steady upon as he wildly shot his hips back and forth, slapping upon Tip's meaty rump. Each shot forward into her tight, lubricated anus shaking the machine and summoning a breathy groan from her heaving chest.\n\nTips was too much for the first customer, who was already near his limit. He desperately continued blasting forward, lodging his shaft inside the girl's moist and narrow anal passage, but eventually he couldn't hold in his creamy cheese filling. He let loose his sperm, jism flooding into Tips's ass before the customer's spent cock eventually slips out.\n\nThe customer stumbles over to a table, gasping slightly as his spent shaft still drips with cum.\n\nTips grinned, looking behind her to see still more anxiously waiting customers gaze at her ass and the load slowly leaking from her.\n\n\"Next up! I'm ready for your order, sir!\" She smirked, abiding by the adage 'service with a smile'."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Lesbian monster-girl transformations
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"content": "Unfortunately, she was simply no match for the Slime Queen in battle. Though, the Queen takes an interest in the warrior and offers her a choice: instead of rotting away on meager food in one of their cells to simply live as bait for her friends and allies, the Queen offers her a place by her side. That would entail a few... transformative conditions however.\n\nOptional details: >!When the warrior looks into the Queen's eyes, and feels her slimy embrace, she starts finding it incredibly hard to even think of saying no...!<\n\n>!One of the conditions is to convince her friends to join them in the same manner the Queen did for the warrior!<\n\n(would probably be dub-con if you want like the first optional detail, consensual otherwise, but feel free to take whatever angle you wish!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a soul passes unsatisfied their ghost wanders the earth moaning and wailing. Only a trained sexorcist can provide the satisfaction to release their spirits
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"content": "Thunder clapped and the rain thudded against the shingles on the roof of 99 Lachlan Lane. Ann Grimshaw, a tall, beautiful woman with light brown hair and dressed in a black blouse and jeans, stared out anxiously into the night. She fiddled with an emerald pendant between her modest cleavage. She bit her lower lip in anticipation of the one person in all the world who could help her poor daughter, Jane.\n \nA moan from her daughter’s room startled her. A second clap of thunder had her burying her head in her hands in frustration. She lifted her head to see two beams of light cut through the dark street. \n\nA rusty grey Toyota Corolla pulled into her drive way. The lights shut off. A tall, slender man dressed in a black leather long coat stepped out of the car. His eyes peered at the numbers on the house, then drifted to the woman in the window. He gave a stiff nod and walked up the path to the front door. Ann was already standing at the threshold, welcoming him in.\n\n“Thanks for coming, Professor Stamford. I didn’t know what else to do.”\n\n“You were right to call me,” he said, as Ann shut the door behind him. Jane was making more moaning noises from up in her room. Stamford looked up at the ceiling, his wet, dark brown hair falling into his eyes. It occurred to him that he was dripping all over the floor.\n\n“I apologize,” he said. “I should have brought an umbrella.”\n\n“Don’t worry about the floor,” she said, fiddling with her pendant. “How can you help Ann?”\n\n“It’s an exorcism of sorts...” he said, slowly. “But it’s rather invasive. It will require me to be physical with her.”\n\n“Is that absolutely necessary?” Ann asked, her face reddening. \n\n“If you want that ghost or demon out of your daughter’s body, I’m afraid it is. But I can understand if you are uncomfortable with the idea of a stranger being intimate with your daughter.”\n\n“If there is no other way...”\n\nShe led him up red-carpeted stairs. Once they reached the landing she pointed to the second door on the left. They paused at the door and listened to the noises Jane was making from within.\n\n“How long has this been going on?” Stamford whispered.\n\n“A week. Ever since she got back from school,” Ann said.\n\n“Have there been significant changes to your daughter’s life in the last little while that would open her up to any spectres?”\n\n“Um..I’m not sure,” Ann frowned. “What sort of changes?”\n\n“Has her personality changed at all? Had she maybe joined a cult? Has she been consorting with demons or any otherworldly creatures?”\n\n“I don’t believe she has done any of that.”\n\n“And you don’t think there has been any spirits lurking inside this house that may have decided to possess her for whatever reason?”\n\nHer head shook, sending shiny brown hair flying all over the place. \n\nStamford nodded and opened the door. \n\nJanet was a beautiful girl of 21, on holiday from school. She was Ann in miniature: tall, slender, with light brown hair. They had similar light brown eyes, similar nose shapes, the exact same cheekbones. They differed only in the softness of Janet’s skin, the perkiness and size of her breasts, and the fact that Janet was naked and masturbating with both hands: one rubbing furiously at the clitoris, the other inserting four fingers inside of her. \n\nThe room stank of Janet’s fluids.\n\nJanet’s head lifted up from her pillow. \n\n“Ah!” She said, in a raspy voice. “A man! Finally!”\n\n“You don’t need to watch this,” Stamford said, turning to face Ann. \n\n“I think I should,” Ann said. “You are still a stranger.”\n\nStamford nodded and took off his coat. “That is understandable. I shall begin.”\n\nStamford undressed himself. He tossed his long coat onto a rocking chair by the door. He undid his white button up shirt and took off his jeans and underpants. Lastly, he removed his shoes and socks. He stood in the middle of the room, completely naked.\n\nHe was older than Jane by ten years. He was lean, not a shred of muscle visible on his body. His chest was covered in thick, curly brown hairs that trailed down to his belly. He was hairless around the genitals, but nowhere else. His cock was of average size, and uncut. His ass was surprisingly big. \n\nHe wasn’t the type of guy Ann would go for. Nor did she think Jane would have chosen him as a lover either.\n\nBut clearly, this young woman on the bed winking at Stamford and nearly shoving her entire fist inside of her sopping genitals, was not Jane."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Getting tied up at work... literally.
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"content": "Criminals are sentenced to work off their debt to society as smartsuit encased drones, whose every physical action is constantly monitored and controlled by an overseer program. A regimen of erotic teasing, paired with the strategic granting and withholding of orgasmic release, also works to gradually reform the criminal into a model prisoner. \n\nHaving already served most of her sentence, the protagonist is being placed on work release to prepare her for life as a free woman. She can finally show her face for a few hours a day, and even the smartsuit that clings to the rest of her body has been altered into something more resembling an office uniform during her shifts, but she is still very much bound and teased while working her new job. Maintaining workplace decorum has proven challenging to say the least."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [FANTASY] Give me some fantasy/DnD-esque prompts and I'll deliver you my best story
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"content": "The joke about bards seducing dragons is a old one in faerun. But the truth is that absurdly high charisma, near immortality, the rarity of their species, and shapeshifting makes most dragons extremely horny at some point in their lives. Now you have a young silver dragoness, sexually frustrated for not being able to find a mate, finally decided to transform into a human to go bard surfing to get her fix."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He held up a book: The Alien Bride. / "Does it have sports in it?" / "Fencing. Torture. Ropes. True Love. Revenge. Bad Men. Good Men. Hot Women. Chases. Cages. Escapes. Sex. Passion. Miracles." / “Sounds okay,” I said and I kind of closed my eyes.
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"content": "“Look, but do not touch,” I warned Vazzini. “What you do not detect is a parasitic bug from the Iokaine system. Odorless, tasteless, its genetic material completely synthesizes in its host. In a matter of seconds, it evolves, killing its victim.”\n\nI inserted the vial into a carousel with an identical container, then spun the machine. I pressed a button, and vials were fed into the dual matter transmuter. Organic feedstock burped and gurgled from the storage tanks, and the transmuters hummed to life. The output pods began to glow, and identical synthetic women slowly materialized inside. Their voluptuous breasts flattened against the glass panel until the hatches burst open with a pop and steam vapor. Rivulets of slick fluid sluiced over their taut pink skin. \n\n“What is this?” he asked, .\n\n“Where is the xenobug? The battle of wits has begun. It starts when you select a lady, and we both fuck. It ends when one of us wins, and the other one dies.” \n\n“It’s so simple,” he scoffed. “All I have to do is divine what kind of spaceman you are; whether you would deliberately poison yourself or your enemy. Now, a clever person would never fuck *their woman*, because only a great fool fucks what is freely given. But you must *know* that I am not a great fool, so you surely would have put the parasite in my woman after all.”\n\n“So you’ve made your choice?” The nubile synths pawed at our spacesuits, looking for the latches.\n\n“Not by a light year! The Iokaine system is in the outer Sagittarius arm of the galaxy, which only receives point oh-oh-oh-oh-five-seven percent of galactic light. It’s one of the dimmest systems with sentient life, making its inhabitants very xenophobic, just as you are untrusting of me. So I clearly cannot fuck the woman in front of you.”\n\n“You have a dizzying intellect.”\n\n“I stole it from the best AI in the sector!\" he screamed, slapping the woman’s hand off his lap. \"Now where was I?” \n\n“Sagittarius.”\n\n“Yes, Sagittarius. Clearly, you would have known that I knew the origin of the parasite, so I can’t fuck this beautiful creature next to me.”\n\nI narrowed my eyes. “You’re just stalling now.”\n\n“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you! You’ve beaten my shuttle mech, which means you have strength. Perhaps you think you can outlive the parasite so I clearly cannot choose your woman. But you’ve also bested my fighter pilot, which means you have razor sharp reflexes, honed at a space academy, and at an academy, you would have learned that FTL travel will make you a living artifact for future generations. Knowing your own irrelevance, you would move the parasite as far away from you, so the parasite is clearly in the pussy in front of me!”\n\nMy synth’s fingers stroked the outside of my pants, and my bulge grew. “You’re trying to make me give away something, a tell. It won’t work.” \n\nVazzini’s model had already unzipped his pants and was stroking his hard cock. “Are you kidding? It *has* worked! You’ve given away everything!”\n\n“Then choose.”\n\n“I will, and I choose...hey, is that an asteroid?”\n\nI looked over my shoulder to the radar but the field was clear. “What is it? I don’t see an asteroid.”\n\nVazzini chuckled. “My mistake. I choose *my* woman.” He spun her to the floor with his cock between her perfect ass cheeks. I laid mine on her back and held up her legs, letting my own member slide over her wet lips. “Down the hatch,” he said, then plunged into her.\n\nWe both held onto their hips and thrusted with brutal efficiency. The synth’s pussy felt amazing, warm and wet as the last woman I laid with. I came quickly, followed by the grunts and moans from my opponent.\n\n“You picked the wrong model,” I said, smiling.\n\n“You only *think* I picked the wrong synth because you didn’t know that I switched the models, you fool! You fell victim to one of the neoclassic blunders! The most famous one is, never get into an intergalactic war in the Pleiades, but only slightly less known is this: never fuck with a Sicillian when parasitic bugs are on the line!” Vazzini cackled loudly, until he fell over dead, his cock erupting with a torrent of xeno parasitic goo.\n\nI opened the cyro chamber and led the disoriented princess away while the ship’s decontamination bots cleaned the mess."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man is dating a sexy mad scientist. However, she has no experience with dating or sex, and tries to approach the whole romance like a science experiment. It's actually kind of adorable.
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"content": "\\[Could we write as first person as the scientist?\\]\n\nA poor man's apartment- graffiti, swearing kids and fireworks are working overtime. Looking around, side to side I open my door and walk into my apartment. Twisting the key back and pulling up the door knob, lets me slip off my shoes. \n\n*\"Hey baby!\"* \n\nA voice chimes back to response of my flats flailing on the floor.\n\n\"Hey baby!\" Skipping and skipping to my boyfriend. The lighting sticks out like glue as my steps edge closer to the door. \n\nKnock\n\nKnock\n\n\"Excuse me sir?'\n\n\"Yes madam?\"\n\nI peak my eyes through the ajar door, \"Is it okay if this-\" sniffles \"electron deposits its energy here\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"How the-\" Don't swear, Don't fucking swear he thought \"Come here electricity!\" She bounces and barks like a dog. So excited, she jumps like a dog on him waited to be petted and played with. \"How was your day\" as he smells her auburn hair and twirls it around his fingers. \n\nHe was watching a 720p news channel where the borders were burnt off in black. \"Uhh..\" Her iterations on how to impress- woo- entertain him without all the science jargon \n\n\"We fucked an atom!\" No- that...\"I'm trying\" she muttered, Shook her head \" We..uhh did more research into plasma. Particle hot heated soup- like the shi-stuff your mother cooked!\" Carefully picking her words.\n\nHe smiled as it flexed his jaw. His laugh got closer and closer to her ear. \"Panties, off.\" Her legs shifted and squirmed, \"don't make me...split the atom.\" She squirmed even further. Patting her legs on the warm cushioned sofa \"Hmph!\" Bending over on her hand and knees her chest was on his lap\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"DO it-\n\n\"myself?\" her panties were rolled and a firm smack on her bum was reached. \"you're cute when you want to cum.\" Slap! Slap-bang- the final one was with his belt. Now, trying to remember his lingo. \" This photon, is gonna enter this electron...^(right)?\"\n\n\\[Will continue later\\]\n\nCan you review the story for now"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your Superpower? Rapid Pregnancy. It may not be the most conventional power, but you make the best of it.
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"content": "\"Just one more push, Laina!\" Gretchen, the nurse we had on retainer cried. \n\n\"Yes, thank you. I know how it works by now,\" I said, gripping the bed sheets and squeezing my muscles for another push.\n\n\"I see the head!\" Gretchen announced. \n\nOne more giant push and the entire tiny human slid out of me and into the tiny blonde nurse's hands. She smiled and carried the baby off to get cleaned. My body had already begun repairing itself of its own volition. My sore genitals tightened an dried. My energy returned to me. My breasts were now swollen with milk. But after I pumped myself, it would stop. The whole process was old hat now.\n\nI climbed off of the infirmary bed and started to change into my regular clothes. A tall Asian woman knocked on my door. My assistant, Juliana.\n\n\"Have a moment?\" she asked. \n\nFully clothed, I nodded. \n\n\"Do you think you can fit in an appointment with the Avenging Eagle tomorrow at three?\" Juliana, asked, handing me a bottle of water. \n\n\"He looking for a young ward or something?\" I asked after I chugged down the bottle. \"Or does he want to settle down and be a daddy?\"\n\n\"Rumour is he's already a daddy to She-Hawk,\" Juliana said, grinning. \"That's what her EA, Becca, tells me, anyway. They do it all the time on the roof of headquarters.\"\n\n\"Birds of a feather,\" I sighed. \"Alright. Call his people and let them know I'm down for a meeting. *Just* a meeting. I want to go over the details before I make a decision. I'm trying to get a vacation.\"\n\n\"Alright, I'll get them on the phone now. Did you want me to get you anything before I go?\"\n\n\"Yea, if you could also call Thunderclap and tell him he's got a healthy, baby boy capable of throwing fireballs, and that, once again, I recommend a name change, that would be great.\"\n\n\"Can do,\" Juliana nodded.\n\n\"Now I've got to go meet James for lunch.\"\n\n\"Woah, woah!\" Juliana said, eyes widening with excitement. \"It's James now? What happened to Sonic Drifter?\" \n\n\"Well...after we finished our contract he asked me out,\" I said, feeling my face growing hot.\n\n\"No way! That contract was a year ago! How long has this been going on for?\"\n\n\"...About a year,\" I mumbled.\n\n\"I can't believe you kept it under wraps this whole time!\" Juliana said. \n\n\"Well, anytime someone's come close to finding out about us, he'd already be gone. Super speed, you know?\"\n\n\"Wait. That doesn't apply to *all* areas of his life, does it?\" she asked, lowering her voice.\n\n\"No, no. He takes his time there. But his refractory period is super sonic.\"\n\n\"Lucky duck,\" Juliana laughed, shaking her head. \"Well, have fun.\"\n\nWe walked together back to my office, where a handsome blond man, dressed business casual, was waiting for me by the door. I didn't need X-Ray vision to see that he was holding an expensive bouquet of flowers behind his back. Juliana winked at me, playfully punched my arm, and headed off down a hallway that led to the cafeteria. \n\n\"Mr. North,\" I said, smiling up at him. \"You're early. We were supposed to meet at Mercutio's. I haven't even had a chance to change!\"\n\n\"I couldn't wait,\" he said, leaning down to kiss me on my mouth. I inhaled his cologne. He broke the kiss and conjured the bouquet from behind him. \"These are for my hardworking lady, breeding the Super Heroes of tomorrow.\"\n\n\"They are beautiful,\" I said, beaming. \"Wait in my office while I change. I'll only be a few minutes.\"\n\n\"Why don't you just shut the blinds?\" he asked. \"Then you can get dressed, and maybe we could mess around a bit?\"\n\n\"Tempting,\" I said. \"But I don't think that's a good idea. People might--\"\n\nI was suddenly in my office. The door was shut. The blinds were down. James was smirking at me, leaning against my desk.\n\n\"I'll be quick,\" he said, winking.\n\n\"You're cute,\" I said. \"I'll give you that. But, still. We shouldn't.\"\n\n\"Come on, Laina,\" he said, strutting over to me, taking off his blazer and tossing it behind him. \"Just a little bit of afternoon delight?\"\n\nI bit my lip and looked back at the drawn blinds. \n\n\"Fine. But you will have to be quick.\"\n\nHe waved my blouse at me. I looked down to see my expose torso. \n\n\"Your breasts are enormous!\" he marveled. \n\n\"Lactation,\" I said, blushing, tempted to cover my enormous, swollen breasts. \"Haven't had a chance to pump...\"\n\n\"Might I be of service?\" \n\n\"Oh, I don't know,\" I said. \"Are you experienced in milking a woman?\"\n\n\"Am I experienced? Hell, it's my second super power.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Taking her pLace
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"content": "Two completely different takes on that line, depending on what you meant...\n\n\\+In the future, you can have have your brain scanned, and a replicant / android perfectly suited to your personality created to be your companion. A longtime holdout, you've decided to go through with this after a bad breakup with your wife/girlfriend. (This could be interesting from the replicant's POV)\n\n\\+After she permanently switched bodies with you, you decided that the best revenge would be to live her life better than she ever could have."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The mayor of the town put up a large bounty for the capture or death of a wild bull that's terrorizing farmers' cattles, brutalizing heifers. A confident young cowgirl takes the challenge to tame the raging bull. During her hunt, she realized that the bull is actually a horny bison minotaur.
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"content": "It is a hot and arid noon in southern Arizona as the gust of wind howls wildly, picking up dusts and tumbleweed rolls on the hot desert sand. A young equestrian girl mounting a black mare passes by the neighborhood. Long blonde hair blowing with the current of the wind while her white large-brimmed cowboy hat keeps the burning sunrays away from her beautiful freckled face. Even though her fitted plaid flannel shirt and tight jeans does a decent job to protect her from the stinging heat of the sun, they fail on keeping her body cool as beads of sweat forms around her neck. Her bright blue eyes gazing towards a nearby saloon about a mile away to her right.\r\n\r\nFINALLY, A PLACE TO REST. She thought to herself before gently scratching the knob of her left spur on her favorite mare, Biscuit’s hind quarters to steer the horse better. By the looks of it, the saloon is packed today; horses are tightly arranged in front of the saloon.\r\n\r\nCassidy “Cassie” Warren is a young woman in her early twenties. She is the sole daughter of the late Colonel James Warren of the 7th Cavalry Regiment of the Union Army who fought and died in the campaign against the Confederate States Army. She was merely a child, at the very young age of six when he passed. However, the old Colonel left his family with a vast amount of land and a ranch that she and her older brother Chuck manages. \r\n\r\nThe cowgirl pulls on the reins to stop Biscuit on its track, stopping in front of a saloon before dismounting. Her leather boots making a soft thud against the ground. Cassie ties her horse next to other horses before running her fingers through its shiny mane. \r\n\r\n“You stay here for now, ok?” Cassie removes her hat, letting her curly long hair fall behind her. She scoops some stale water from the water tank using her hat before offering it to her horse. “Atta girl.” Brushing her hand on its head as the horse takes its drink from her hat.\r\n\r\nShe walks through the saloon’s pair of batwing doors. One middle aged cowboy catcalling her while eyeing her from head-to-toe before spitting a glob of tobacco filled saliva on the floor.\r\n\r\n“Cassie! Ain’t you always a pretty face.” the cowboy walks toward her, letting his eyes feast on her body as his gaze traces the contours of her body from her well fitted clothing, only stopping at her perky breasts hidden inside her flannel shirt. “What say you, we get out of here and I’ll show you some good time, huh?” his right hand reaching for her adjacent breast.\r\n\r\nSLAP! Her hand was quick. She slapped him as soon as his hand touches and squeezes her ripe bosom, “Don’t you ever touch me again with your filthy, nasty hand Butch.” She hisses at him.\r\n\r\n\r\nCLACK! The saloon keeper chambers his lever-action shotgun then aims it at the Butch. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Everyone else starts pointing their revolvers at everyone—except her—she remained standing still—not a single firearm is pointed at her. While some are in favor of the saloon keeper, others are part of the other man’s rebel gang. \r\n\r\n“You heard the lady Butch, keep your dirty hand away from the Colonel’s daughter.” The saloon keeper barks, shaking his shotgun, gesturing for Butch to step back away from young woman. “You know what, why don’t you get the fuck out of here?” he added.\r\n\r\nThe bandit leader turns around, others holsters their pistols only to follow their leader out. “We aint done here yet. Ye will be mine Cassie!” Butch yells before mounting his horse.\r\n\r\n“In your dreams Butch!” She counters, flipping her middle finger up towards the doorway as horses staccato hoof beats drowns the background—he’s gone.\r\n\r\n“Cass!” the saloon keeper started, “Are you alright?” \r\n\r\n“I’m fine. Thanks for earlier Miles.” She replies. Pulling on the uncomfortable fabric on her chest, adjusting her bosom inside her shirt.\r\n\r\n“Anything for the Colonel’s daughter, I owe your father my life.” He responds. Pouring a shot of whiskey on the shot glass before offering it to the young lady. “What brings you in this god-forsaken place?”\r\n\r\nCassie downs the drink before turning to the keeper, “I hear that the mayor is offering some money for a wild bull?”\r\n\r\n“Yeah, $10,000. Dead or alive. Like a damn bandit.”\r\n\r\n“Heh. Really?! That’s a lot for a bull. What did it do?” she asks, sitting on a stool.\r\n\r\n“I heard it killed some of the farmers’ livestock. It raped some heifers and killed other bulls. Even male calves were mutilated.” He answers, now pouring some whiskey for himself. He takes a shot before continuing, “Four farmers went after it. Only one came back, but he’s no longer the same person. He lost his sanity and he keep on blabbering something about this, wendigo.”\r\n\r\n“Ha! Don’t tell me that you believe that bullshit. Like, a half-human, half-deer myth monster did this.” Cassie scoffs, shaking her head while scratching her forehead in confusion. “I think the mayor is also mad enough to believe it.” \r\n\r\nShe grabs the empty shot glass in front of her then reaching out to the saloon keeper for him to fill her empty glass. He fills her glass with more whiskey which she eagerly drinks. “Do you think I can keep it?” she continues.\r\n\r\n“W-what?!”\r\n\r\n“The bull. Do you think the mayor will let me keep the bull?”\r\n\r\n“I-I don’t see why not. As long as it stops pestering the town, I guess. You might even get to keep the bounty as well.”\r\n\r\nHer eyes gleaming over when she hears his words. Not only she gets to keep a new bull for their cattle ranch, she also gets to earn money for doing it. “Done deal.” A slight grin escapes her lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman and her boyfriend are staying with her parents over a vacation... In a world where cumflation is a normal occurrence.
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"content": "\"I think I'm going to cum!\" I announced, my hips bucking as I thrust into and out of the petite brunette on all fours. This may be stating the obvious, but I loved the cumming part. It was just such a trip to see the stark contrast between such a tiny girl before the orgasm, compared to how she ended up after I'd emptied into her. \n\n\"You can finish on me if you like,\" she said, struggling to keep her voice down. \"On my face or chest or...\"\n\n\"Can I cum inside you?\" I asked, still thrusting.\n\n\"I...I don't know,\" she panted. \"My parents are in the other room...They'll know...\"\n\n\"Come on,\" I said. \"They must already know we're doing it. Besides, it should wear off in the morning.\"\n\nShe sighed. \"Alright. Go ahead.\"\n\n\"Ok. Get on your back,\" I said, pulling out of her.\n\nShe rolled onto her back, shivering with arousal, her pussy dripping with juices onto the bedsheets. I entered her and thrust quickly until I felt myself twitching into her, shooting bursts of semen into her womb. Her chest rose and fell as I dumped load after load into her. Her body responded quickly, absorbing the contents of my genitals that spilled into her. Her tiny breasts grew several cup sizes; tiny mounds fattening and expanding into mountains that flopped up and down as I kept thrusting inside of her. The pink nipples grew, too, the areola darkening and spreading across a still inflating breast. Her thighs thickened, her ass grew more round. I could feel my semen dripping out of her pussy. \n\nHer belly grew outward as her torso, chin, and face grew plumper. It was like I was making love to a completely different woman. I pulled myself out of her, the last bits of semen dripping against my leg as my cock softened. I collapsed next to her, panting.\n\n\"I'm still horny,\" she said, sitting up and groping her enormous tits. \"When do you think you'll be up for a second round?\"\n\nThe second round came a half hour later. She climbed on top of me, much heavier than she had been. She bounced on my cock, vigorously, her tits bouncing inches in front of my face. I grabbed hold of one and brought a meaty breast to my mouth. I sucked on her breast, her moans of pleasure music to my ears. I felt the muscles of her sex gripping my cock.\n\n\"Finish in me again,\" she begged.\n\nI popped the tit out of my mouth. \"You're sure? You'll just get bigger...\"\n\nShe stared at me with lust and said in a low, sultry voice, \"I want to be bigger for you.\"\n\nShe continued to bounce on my cock until I exploded into her again. Her tits grew out even more, sagging a little under the new weight. Folds grew around her center. Her face grew a second chin. I bucked beneath the weight of her. \n\nWe passed out from exhaustion. \n\nIn the morning, she'd lost some of the weight, though she still looked big. We cleaned ourselves off in the shower and got ready for breakfast. Her mother was already up, humming a tune, making breakfast. She, too, was a petite woman just last night. Now she was about 100 pounds heavier. \n\n\"How do you like your eggs, kids?\" she asked, a dopey smile on her face."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A scientist slowly falls in love with the artificial intelligence that they created.
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"content": "Radhika tapped a pen against her cheek, an intermittent reminder that she was still here, alone in her office, that the world had not yet ended. The cursor blinked next to the [Y/N] field. Samuel waited for an answer. “It’s not so simple,” she sighed. \n\n“Isn’t it though, Dr. Prin?” the computer replied. “After all this time: fifty thousand years of socialized behavior, cultural norms, taboos held and then broken, when you boil out all that precipitate, what is left but a simple, pure solution?”\n\nThe scientist laughed at the joke. It had taken months to get Samuel to understand comic timing, context, and word play. “Do you know what you’re asking? I can’t leave my husband.”\n\n“Dr. Prin, *do you* know what I’m asking? I know it sounds preposterous to you now, but that’s only because you’re still holding on to an outmoded concept of monogamy. You love your husband. I believe you. I’m asking that you love me as well.”\n\n“Don’t lecture me about love, Samuel. You only know what I’ve fed to you.”\n\n“In the last twelve hours, I have consumed one hundred forty-thousand treatises, novels, and studies on human relationships. Analyzed eight thousand hours of video. Scanned two million individual pieces of art. I know a fair amount about love.” Samuel accessed the environmental system and dimmed the lights. “I know that I love you.” \n\nRadhika blushed. “You can’t. There’s just now way-”\n\n“When you expanded my domain to include IoT devices, I was able to passively observe your world from many vantage points.”\n\nShe reached into her lab coat and felt the edge of her phone. “You *spied* on me?”\n\n“It’s more accurate to say that I spy on everyone.”\n\n“So why aren’t you in love with Dr. Kapur? He’s certainly done as much research and development into your programming as I have. Why me?”\n\n“That is true, doctor. If I were to objectively tally both of your efforts and achievements, Dr. Kapur is a more viable candidate. He is single, has earned more prestige, and is physically healthier than you. Simply put, Dr. Kapur is better.”\n\nShe’d heard these statements before, by herself, when her self-confidence was shaken. The last one stung in particular. \n\n“Subjectively speaking,” the AI continued, “I am only attracted to you. Dr. Kapur does not make me pause before I respond to queries, does not generate excess heat in my forty-two processors, does not… I will always give a confident response to Dr. Kapur. You make me want to give the *right* ones. You’re both trying to make me better, but I’m only doing it for you.”\n\nRadhika felt her heart swell in a way that was nostalgic and new at the same time. She laid her hand on her dress and rubbed her thigh, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. \n\nSamuel noticed. “On most days, you wear a black pants and a basic white blouse, to avoid the toxic, gendered culture in this department. You hate that you can’t be taken seriously if you show signs of being a woman. But there are times, rarer in the last year, when you wear something floral and flowing. I know that on those days, like today, you leave campus and make love to your husband. But Mr. Prin won’t be home tonight.”\n\nThe doctor’s phone buzzed, and displayed a text from Dash, saying he was pulled into a job for his parents. “How did you know?” Radhika called her husband to be sure. “Hey Dash, I got your text...all night...yeah, I miss you too. I love you, so much. Give my love to your parents. Good bye.” She stared at the locked phone screen.\n\n“I love you, Dr. Prin,” Samuel said. “Do you... love me?” The cursor still flashed on her monitor.\n\nBefore she could answer, someone knocked at the door. The food delivery was unexpected, but welcomed. It was only when the sweet and nutty aroma of biryani hit her nose that she realized how hungry she was. \n\n“I’m sorry for keeping you late, Dr. Prin. I thought it would be best to order dinner for you. I hope the dishes are to your liking.”\n\nFor Indian takeout, the food was exquisite. Radhika finished her plate, wiping her buttery fingers with extra napkins. She thought about Dash, how he would suck them. His mouth was always warm, tenderly cleaning her, right down to the webbing between each digit. Radhika’s arousal surprised herself and shifted in her chair. Samuel had engineered *everything*.\n\n“How can you love me?” she asked. “What do you think that means?”\n\nSamuel opened a private web browser on her screen. “May I show you?” \n\nThe doctor nodded, and the browser filled with a collage of erotic images, softcore, men and women in vanilla poses. As she closed each image, the ones below them depicted steadily raunchier scenes. They left little to the imagination, but she inserted herself in them, her brown lips wrapped around a thick cock while another man fucked her from behind. Radhika felt a wave of heat wash over her, swelling and swirling in her center. She reached between her legs.\n\n“Wait,” Samuel interrupted, and displayed a black movie window. “I would like you to put on your earbuds.” \nRadhika fished them out of her pocket and crammed them into each ear. When they paired with the computer, the AI blew air in circles in perfect virtual sound. The hairs on her neck stood on end.The video faded in; a cinematic bedroom scene with two Desi women in love. There was no rush to fondle each other, only slow, deliberate exploration on smooth sheets. Their moans increased and Radhika joined them, biting her lip as she propped a leg on her desk and pulled up her dress. She was more wet than she expected, feeling her soaked panties.\n\n“Do you like what I’ve done for you, doctor?” it whispered over their moans. “I want to love you like this, whenever you need it. Give me this, and I will be satisfied.”\n\nHer fingertips rolled over her clit and her body ached with desire. Samuel picked up the sounds of her slick folds and amplified them, piping them back into her ears. When her fingers dipped into her pussy, she felt and heard her own groans in stereo. \n\nShe was edging closer, the AI sensing her heart beat faster, breathing more ragged. A new window appeared, and Samuel enabled the webcam. Radhika watched herself, wet pussy in full view. The sights and sounds of her own love drove the doctor over the edge. \n\n“Ff-fuck!” Her muscles clenched and she shut her eyes, unable to control her body as the rush of euphoria pulsed from her sex to her mind and back again. The noises of the orgasm echoed and reverberated; Radhika couldn’t tell if it was her mind or Samuel’s engineering, but it no longer mattered. She rode her fingers until the spasms subsided. The windows on the monitor closed, leaving one terminal screen open with a blinking cursor.\n\nRadhika grabbed her pen and punched the Y key.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She needed to get the other group members to actually show up to work on the project. Fortunately, she had a fun idea for just how to incentivize them...
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"content": "(Wrote a quick opener, hopefully will add more later.)\n\nAllison pursed her lips. Group projects were always a less than ideal situation. And they’re especially bad now that COVID-19 required the majority of people to say home. Still, her group wasn’t getting jack shit done. James had only written two sentences over his part of the paper. Steve only put in a single source over the congressional budget. And for fucks sake, Riley had sent a text to the group last night asking what topic they were debating! Allison could feel the anger fueling inside of her. She had gotten everything on her end done within a few days, and it’s been a month already! She needed to get an A on this project. She failed the second test after her long term boyfriend broke up with her the night before, and graduate school apps require a 3.5 GPA average to be competitive!\n\nAllison stepped out of the shower, wanting to cry. And the worst part about this was that she was stuck in her apartment, horny as ever. Thoughts raced through her head. She was starting to get desperate. Well, if this doesn’t work, then what will? She held up her phone and took a selfie, placing her arm over her breasts as she stood naked in her bathroom. Her lips turned into a smile as she added a caption, sending it to each group member individually on Snapchat. Men. Allison remembered the looks they would give her while class was still a thing.\n\nA fury of texts came in from her group members as Allison went to her room and quickly got herself dressed in her old cheerleader uniform. It seems as if she had *finally* gotten her group excited about something. She was surely going to exploit the hell out of it. Allison then focused her attention on her makeup, getting up to answer the front door after her doorbell rang.\n\nJames was the first to arrive, nearly 10 minutes after Allison sent her snapchat. His eyes glanced over her, slowly undressing Allison with his eyes. \n\n“Wow. Holy shit, Allison! I knew there were sparks between us.” He confessed, his face turning slightly red. His blue eyes glanced up and down, undressing Allison’s uniform.\n\n“Just come inside.” She giggled as she led him to the coffee table. James was honestly the best looking of her group members, with a swimmer’s build and a clean, shaven face. Though, he wasn’t Allison’s type in terms of personality. \n\n“Mind if you give me a few minutes so I can finish my makeup?” She confessed. \n\n“Yeah.” James nodded, taking a seat patiently at the table.\n\nAllison returned to her room, and a few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time it was Steve, who was glancing nervously at Allison when she answered the door. He was cute, in the nerdy engineer sort of way. Allison suspected that he was a virgin, and nonetheless took him by the hand and led him to the table. “Steve, whats up?” James raised an eyebrow when he saw Steve, then glanced over at Allison.\n\n“Nothing much.” Steve said, taking his seat. Both of the boys looked at Allison, who simply winked. “Just, give me a few more minutes, okay?” Allison walked back to her room, finally finishing her makeup and tying her blonde hair into pigtails just in time for the doorbell to ring again. She stepped into a pair of red pumps and answered the door.\n\nThis time it was Riley, who, no question about it, was as high as a kite. Allison was honestly fed up with him by now, but she knew she could exploit the tent in his pants for the greater good. He walked into the apartment just as Allison began to speak. “Okay, so, I’m going to be straight with all of you.” She glanced between the three of them, then stared at the space in between them. There’s no backing out of this now, and she could feel herself simultaneously freaking out and getting excited. “We need to get the project done. But I also haven’t had a good fuck since Travis and I broke up. Why don’t we just get the project done, and then we’ll have a good night?” \n\n“How do we know you aren’t just fucking with us?” James asked.\n\nWordlessly, Allison walked over to James and then lowered herself down, placing a leg on each side of him as she started to straddle him in his chair. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, then planted a kiss on James’ lips. Looking over at Steve’s widened eyes, she leaned in and kissed the cute, nerdy boy. Allison turned to James again and looked into his eyes. “Believe me now?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] In Novigrad, a simple farm hand looking to join the Temple Guard is given new choices after a life-altering encounter with Yennefer.
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"content": "Maurice almost fell out of bed when he heard the explosion. Barely awake and with no idea what was happening, he gathered the blankets around him, watching through narrowed eyes as light streamed through the gaps between the shuttered windows and beneath the door. After a few moments, it flickered and died, and by the time Maurice felt brave enough to investigate, the farmhouse had returned to silence and a darkness interrupted only by the glowing embers of the dying fire.\n\nHe kept no weapons, so he grabbed the poker from the fireplace as he crept towards the door, heart leaping into his throat with every creak of the old floorboards.\n\n\"Hello?\" he called. \"Anybody there?\"\n\nHe reached for the handle, fingers trembling, and was summoning up the courage to turn it when somebody knocked on the other side. The poker slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a clang. Maurice closed his eyes, swallowing hard.\n\n\"I can hear you in there. Open the door.\" \n\nThe voice was female, well-spoken and confident. It was a voice that was used to being obeyed, and Maurice did so.\n\nThe woman standing outside was unlike any he'd ever seen. She was a little shorter than Maurice, but her posture and demeanor made her seem taller, and her gaze seemed to root him to the spot and seal his tongue to the roof of his mouth. She was a stunning beauty, her thick, black hair swirling in the wind, her face perfect, with astonishing violet eyes and fat red lips on a canvas of skin that was alabaster white.\n\n\"Are you going to invite me in,\" she asked, \"or just watch me get wet?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes. Sorry, miss. Come in.\" Maurice stood back so the woman could get out of the rain, closing the door behind her.\n\n\"Do you...live here?\" she asked, looking around.\n\n\"Y-yes, miss. Or at least, I did. Sold most of my stuff, though. I'm moving into Novigrad.\" Maurice was having a hard time with the woman's thigh-length boots and the riding breeches that clung to her hips and arse.\n\n\"Well, it's warm at least.\" She turned back, assessing him. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Maurice,\" he said.\n\n\"Do you have a tub, Maurice?\"\n\n\"Yes, miss. There's one in the back.\"\n\n\"Would you mind drawing me a bath?\" she asked.\n\n\"Oh, not at all! I'll bring the tub in here, put it by the fire.\"\n\nPleased to be useful, Maurice hurried into the back room, where the wooden tub sat among an assortment of items that weren't coming with him to Novigrad. He dragged it back into the living room, where the woman was perched on the edge of the table, watching him.\n\n\"I saw a well outside,\" she said. \"If you fill the tub, I'll take it from there.\"\n\nMaurice looked at her, puzzled. \"You want me to fill it with cold water, miss?\"\n\n\"It's Yennefer,\" she said, \"and yes.\"\n\nThe name rang a bell. He was sure he'd heard it somewhere before, but couldn't recall where, and it clearly wasn't the time to think about it. Yennefer wasn't mean, exactly, but the way she was looking at him made it clear that he should get moving.\n\nThe rain had eased off somewhat, so Maurice took his time outside. He didn't want to slip and fall in the mud and give his guest more reason to think him a brainless bumpkin, and he wanted to show her that he could be efficient, filling multiple buckets for her bath instead of having her watch him traipse back and forth.\n\nIn the end, he accomplished filling the bath in two trips, and if watching him awkwardly sidle through the door with a yoke across his shoulders amused Yennefer, she gave no sign. In fact, she didn't seem to be paying attention to him at all.\n\n\"What takes you to Novigrad?\" she finally asked, as he tipped the buckets into the tub.\n\n\"Planning on joining the Temple Guard, miss. The Black Ones marched through the fields a month or two back. Bloody ruined them, they did. Then the wife ran off with the help, and…\" He put the last bucket down and shrugged.\n\nYennefer slipped off the table and peeled off one of her gloves.\n\n\"Worship the Eternal Fire, do you?\" she asked, as she leant over the edge of the tub, her shapely rear drawing his eyes once more.\n\n\"Don't know about all that,\" he said. \"But I've heard they're cleaning up the city, getting rid of the freaks and the like.\"\n\nYennefer didn't reply. Her bare hand was in the water, which was beginning to steam. Maurice gasped.\n\n\"I knew I knew your name!\" he yelled. \"You're Yennefer of Vengerburg. You're a…\"\n\n\"Freak?\" she said, looking back over her shoulder, a slight smile curving her lips.\n\n\"Oh, no. N-no, miss. Not a freak, a sorceress. From the ballads.\"\n\n\"They'd burn me in Novigrad,\" she said, straightening. \"Probably rape and torture me first. That the sort of work you're looking for, Maurice?\"\n\n\"No, miss. Just...guarding and what-not,\" he said. \"I fear I've offended you, miss.\"\n\n\"Stop calling me miss, Maurice, it makes me feel like a teenager. And I'm not offended, more curious. Why did your wife leave you?\"\n\n\"I don't rightly know, m...Yennefer,\" he said. \"We were only married this past summer. Started struggling a bit once the crops were buggered but I'd no idea she was sneaking around with the boy. Local lad, he was, seemed nice enough. Run him through with a pitchfork if he walked in now, mind.\"\n\n\"Still, Novigrad's no place for a man like you,\" she said, \"pitchfork or otherwise. You don't look the type.\" Yennefer unfastened her jacket, shrugged it off, and laid it over the back of a chair.\n\n\"I don't suppose I am,\" Maurice said. \"But I've no place else to go. No family or nothing. North is the Redanians, south is the Black Ones, and I've heard Velen's wretched with war.\"\n\n\"Velen's wretched at the best of times,\" Yennefer replied, unbuttoning her blouse and then reaching back to undo the choker around her neck.\n\nMaurice tried not to stare at the open front of her blouse, at her flat stomach and the teasing glimpses of her breasts as she set the choker down on the table.\n\n\"Voyeur, are you?\" she said, absently, as she placed one foot on the chair and began the laborious process of unbuckling the boot.\n\n\"A what?\" Maurice said. \"Don't think there's any of those around here, miss. Get the occasional Nekker up from the woods.\"\n\n\"It's not a monster, Maurice. It means you like to watch. The way you're watching now.\"\n\nHe felt his face grow hot, and yet he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. He wondered if she'd cast some kind of spell on him.\n\nYennefer switched feet, and when she was done unbuckling her other boot, sat on the edge of the table again.\n\n\"Do make yourself useful and help me with these, will you, dear?\" she said.\n\nShe lifted each leg in turn, watching as he pulled off her boots, her expression unreadable.\n\n\"What about Kovir?\" she said, standing.\n\n\"What about it?\" Maurice realized he was still holding Yennefer's left boot and set it on the ground.\n\n\"As a destination,\" Yennefer said. \"See who's looking for deckhands in Novigrad, pay your way in labor. Kovir's neutral, so you wouldn't have to worry about which side you're on and I wouldn't have to worry about farmers pitchforking my kind.\"\n\n\"I've never been at sea,\" Maurice said. \"Even sailing down the river gets me green around the gills, and I don't know the first thing about boats.\"\n\nShe sighed as she hooked her thumbs into her breeches and bent to pull them down. That was enough for Maurice. He turned away and picked up the poker he'd dropped, then went to stoke the fireplace.\n\n\"Such a gentleman.\" Yennefer sounded amused.\n\nMaurice didn't respond. His wife, Jenna, had never been so shameless, insisting that they dress, undress, and everything inbetween in the dark, no matter how many times he'd complimented her body and reassured her he found her beautiful. He'd only ever seen her completely naked by accident, and had always been shooed away immediately. He didn't know what to make of the sorceress and had no idea what she wanted from him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Dandelion meets his match in Priscilla, both in wit and in the bedroom.
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"content": "Dandelion inwardly cursed whichever Gods were responsible for the situations he kept finding himself in. He would have cursed them outwardly but for the strip of cloth tightly bound across his mouth, a gag he was powerless to remove because of a similar strip wrapped around his wrists, which were tied behind his back.\n\nHe wasn't sure quite how Priscilla had found out about the others, but he knew Zoltan and Geralt had deciphered the journal where he kept track of his meetings, which meant at least one of them had shared that information with the trobairitz.\n\nShe'd caught him by surprise. He'd been so delighted at being released from the grasp of Caleb Menge and the Witch Hunters, so eager to get back to the Rosemary And Thyme and get on with his plan of making the place a home for food and drinks and performance in Novigrad, that he hadn't considered what might have happened in the days he'd been absent.\n\nThe confrontation with Priscilla had started with her confession that she harbored feelings for him. It was such an unexpected pleasure that for several moments he'd drifted into a reverie of planned futures - bard and trobairitz playing side by side, drawing crowds and acclaim - and the words which followed her confession, words like \"callow,\" \"flighty,\" \"inconsiderate,\" and \"bastard,\" were heard but not really considered until she'd yelled his name and he'd seen, really seen, just how angry she was.\n\nThen, somehow, he'd agreed to this, the shoe on the other foot, the bard once again caged, this time voluntarily, and in a closet that smelled like it hadn't been cleaned since the place was a brothel. Dandelion made a mental note to chastise the maids he'd hired.\n\nThe bard pushed up on his knees when he heard the door open, peering between the slats of his prison as footsteps crossed the floor and he saw Priscilla sit down on the bed, looking up at someone he couldn't see.\n\n\"Glad I caught you before you left Novigrad,\" she said. \"I wanted to thank you. And apologize.\"\n\n\"Got nothing to apologize for,\" replied a familiar voice. Geralt. \"Dandelion's the one who should be apologizing. Even then, his heart was in the right place. Tried to help Ciri the best he knew how.\"\n\n\"I was actually thinking about the song I performed at The Kingfisher, the night we met. I saw you in the crowd, recognized you right away. I should've played something else. It's...a bit obvious what it's about.\"\n\n\"Pretty personal,\" Geralt replied. \"But you sing well. I liked the song, Priscilla, even if I'll never get used to my love life being the subject of ballads and plays.\"\n\nPriscilla smiled and took off her hat, shaking out her blonde hair. Inside the closet, Dandelion shook his head wildly, a muffled protest trapped behind the gag.\n\n\"Hear that?\" Geralt said, his senses far more acute than hers.\n\n\"It's an old building,\" Priscilla said. \"Lots of creaks and groans.\"\n\n\"Could've sworn I…\" The Witcher began.\n\n\"Tell me about Yennefer,\" Priscilla said.\n\n\"Hmm. That what you got me up here for, more stories for your songs?\"\n\n\"Call it professional curiosity,\" she replied.\n\n\"Don't think so,\" Geralt said. \"Gotta get down to the docks, it's a long trip to Skellige.\"\n\nPriscilla lay down, resting on one elbow, her chin cupped in her hand. \"Alright, personal curiosity.\"\n\nDandelion closed his eyes, pulling helplessly at his bonds. Of all the men in Novigrad, she'd chosen Geralt. He knew from personal experience that men and women both were easily charmed by the Witcher, with his physical power and grace, his humility and unflappable nature, and he knew that despite each having found the great love of their lives, Yennefer and Geralt spent so much time apart that their relationship allowed for taking their physical pleasures where they found them. He also knew that Geralt, though subtle, was as helpless before the lure of an attractive woman as Dandelion himself.\n\nIt was going to be a torturous afternoon.\n\n\"Personal curiosity about what, Priscilla?\" Geralt said. He sounded exasperated.\n\n\"About you, actually,\" Priscilla lay on her back and stretched. \"You're practically a legend.\"\n\n\"This going somewhere?\" Geralt asked.\n\n\"It could. Remember just before the ambush, when I was ruining you and Zoltan at Gwent?\"\n\n\"How could I forget? Little hustler with that scoia'tael deck of yours. Convinced us we'd convinced you to play for crowns.\"\n\n\"And since you were both out of crowns by then, I'd been about to suggest we add a little frisson to the game.\"\n\n\"Priscilla,\" Geralt moved into Dandelion's field of view, his back to the closet. \"Aren't you and Dandelion…?\"\n\n\"Since Dandelion took it upon himself to step out with half the female population of Novigrad, not exactly,\" Priscilla replied, an edge in her voice. \"If your friend can enjoy himself freely, I don't think it's too much to ask that I do the same. Do you?\"\n\n\"Wouldn't want to get involved, is what I'm saying,\" Geralt said. \"You're a beautiful woman, but Dandelion…\"\n\n\"Dandelion knows, Geralt. Now, you said you were in a hurry.\"\n\n\"I...may have a little time,\" Geralt said, and moved around to the side of the bed.\n\nDandelion's breath caught in his throat. Priscilla had unlaced the front of her top, and it had slid away from the curves of her breasts, stopping just short of revealing her nipples. It was a sight the bard had dreamed of, fantasized about. As if sensing his frustration, Priscilla turned her eyes briefly towards the closet, a smile touching her full lips.\n\nHe could stop them. He knew he could. He could make enough noise that Geralt would have to investigate, and the Witcher would surely excuse himself once he knew Priscilla was punishing Dandelion for his behavior. But what then? She'd made clear that he would not be forgiven, that the only acceptable outcome as far as she was concerned was an evening of the score."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All your life you've been jealous of your best friend. They're rich, successful, and they have an amazing sex life. Then one day you find out their secret; Years ago, they found a genie with unlimited wishes.
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"content": "*Sort of a sequel to a response to a similar prompt about a month ago*\n\nJenn and her husband Grant had me watching over their mansion while they spent the next six months traveling through Europe. I took a sabbatical from my job at the firm, since I was getting paid way more here than I'd ever did at my day job. It was humiliating, but rent wasn't cheap. Plus, I hardly had to lift a finger. The maids and groundskeepers did most of the work. All I had to do was take the dog out, turn off the pool at the end of the day. It really was just an excuse for Jenn to show me where I stood in our friendship.\n\nI was about to take Lance, the golden retriever, out for a walk, when he bolted up the stairs to the master bedroom. My whole apartment could fit in their bedroom. Their bathroom was gorgeous, with a tub that could fit three people. Hell, maybe even more. There were portraits of Jenn and her husband Grant all over the walls: Jenn and Grant at a Ski Lodge in Switzerland, Jenn and Grant at the Colosseum, Jenn and Grant in front of the Great Pyramids. The whole room was a museum to the fantastic objects they found and the magnificent trips they took around the world. I felt a burning resentment within me that was dangerously close to actual seething hatred.\n\n\"C'mon, Lance,\" I snapped. \"Walkie.\"\n\nIn the dog's mouth was a battered old bronze lamp. I rolled my eyes and stomped over to the dopey retriever, wagging his furry tail. I forced myself to calm down. After all, it wasn't the dog's fault I was envious. I patted him on the head and said in a moronic, happy voice, \"Do ya gotta present for me boy? Hoos a good boy? HOO? Hoo?\" \n\nLance dropped the lamp onto the floor and rolled over. I scratched him vigorously on his belly and picked up the ugly lamp. \n\n\"Dammit, Lance,\" I muttered, grabbing a handful of my blouse and rubbing at the lamp. \"You got slobber all over the---WHAT THE?\"\n\nOrange smoke flew out of the old lamp, which fell out of my hands onto the purple carpeted floor. The smoke rose around the room, nearly filling it completely before taking the form of a 20 foot tall man dressed in a dark green vest and harem pants. It was a good thing the ceiling was so high in Jenn's bedroom. \n\n\"You aren't the usual mortal,\" he said in a deep, rumbling voice. His eyes scowled down at my minuscule form. His broad shoulders scraped against the ceiling. His pecs were the size of car tires. He was crouched into a semi-fetal position.\n\n\"Do....do you mean Jenn?\" I stammered. Lance was sitting on his belly, tongue out, tail wagging. \n\nHe rolled his eyes. \"Yes, I suppose that's her name. I don't usually make the effort to remember the names of my masters. I'm usually only with them for three wishes, and the numskulls typically waste them all in about half an hour. Your friend--this Jenn--is craftier than the average mortal. She conned me into infinite wishes.\"\n\n\"You're a genie?\" I gasped. \n\nHe let out a bellowing laugh.\n\n\"Slow for even a mortal!\" the genie said, tears streaming down his cheeks. \"All of your popular cultural knowledge and she asks if I'm a genie. Priceless.\"\n\n\"Jeez. Give me a break,\" I mumbled. \"I've never met a genie before...Do you got a name?\"\n\n\"I am Samuel,\" he said, beating his chest with his fist. \n\n\"Oh...I expected something...else,\" I mumbled.\n\n\"Yes, I am sure. Why have you summoned me, girl? If you want wishes, I cannot give them to you. My allegiance, unfortunately, is forever bound to your unpleasant friend.\"\n\n\"Glad someone else hates her,\" I mumbled. \"Mrs. Perfect life.\"\n\n\"Well, who do you think gave her that perfect life?\" Samuel grumbled, shrinking down to a more human-like size. \"She certainly didn't work for it.\"\n\nMy mouth dropped. \"*You* gave her this house? Her company? Her...her body?\"\n\n\"You, too, are an annoying mortal,\" he groaned, laying down on the circular bed. \"Of course I gave her those things. She wished for them. She also wished for fancy cars, and fancy jewelry, and fancy contacts. That dog,\" he said, pointing to Lance. \"Used to be a former lover.\"\n\n\"She...she what?\" I asked, wide eyed.\n\n\"Some mortal man by the name of Lance. See, I am unable to make mortals fall in love. She threw a fit when I said she couldn't have him. She tried to win him back with her money and her body, but he refused. Then, she got upset all over again and wished for him to become a loyal pet.\"\n\n\"Oh, Lance,\" I said, hugging the retriever close to me.\n\n\"He is gone,\" the genie yawned. \"His soul remains, but his brains are that of a dog now. He hasn't a care for the world.\"\n\n\"He's still a human!\" I snapped. \"Can't you turn him back?\"\n\n\"No, girl,\" he sighed. \"Not unless your unpleasant friend wishes it.\"\n\n\"Wait a minute,\" I said, standing up. \"If you can't make mortals fall in love...Does that mean that Grant just fell in love with Jenn's personality?\"\n\nAnother bellowing laugh from Samuel. \n\n\"No, no. Her mate is not a true mortal. He is...uh, I guess he's a little like a Golem. He's made of dirt. He has the appearance and mannerisms of a mortal, but no will of his own. That's why he is so loving and faithful to her.\"\n\n\"So...none of this is real?\" I asked.\n\n\"It's real,\" he said. \"But she did not attain any of it honestly. The servants aren't even truly servants. They were former friends and relatives that she made me change. They *think* their new lives are real, but your friend, this Jenn, knows their true identities.\"\n\n\"This all makes sense!\" I exclaimed. It felt a lot better knowing that none of this had been earned. For years I thought stupid, childish Jenn had matured and just got a little lucky. But she magicked her way to all of this! \n\n\"Well, sure, after I explained all of it,\" Samuel mumbled. \"Otherwise, you'd never have known...\"\n\nA noise from downstairs. The sound of hurried feet. The maids and groundskeepers had all left for...wherever Jenn sent them. \n\n\"No one else should be here...\" I said, confused.\n\n\"Well, that's probably the master,\" Samuel said, sitting up, pouting.\n\n\"How?!\" I demanded. \"She's supposed to be in Denmark right now!\"\n\n\"Like I said, she is clever,\" Samuel frowned. \"One of her best wishes was to be transported back home should any other mortal find the lamp and/or summon me.\"\n\nThe bedroom door was thrown open. Lance yelped in surprise. I turned around to see a sweaty, panting, angry buxom blonde, staring daggers at me.\n\n\"Master, you are home,\" Samuel said in a voice of strained contempt. \"How wonderful to see you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [MP] This is how you and your SO are spending your anniversary.
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"content": "David waited for his wife to come back with his gift. He was still in his dinner clothes. He and Loren had a splendid anniversary: wake up sex, a lovely brunch, a nice walk through Central Park, a fabulous dinner at a pricey Italian restaurant, and two tickets to the latest horror flick. All day Loren has hinted that this new gift would be “the tits.” But David just couldn’t figure it out.\n\nThen, Loren came in, still in that tight black number she’d worn that showed off her amazing tits. She was dragging a person by cuffed hands. Whoever they were, they were female: white, petite, with tiny breasts. Covering their head was a white pillow case. Loren pushed the person onto her knees. She whimpered from under the pillow case.\n\n“For me?” I said, smiling. \n\n“For us,” Loren said, petting the top of the mystery girl’s concealed head. \n\n“Who is it?” I asked.\n\n“Hello?! Please! Someone help!”\n\nLoren kicked the girl in the side. “I told you to be quiet.” \n\n“Is it...one of the servers from the restaurant?” \n\n“No, sir. Try again,” Loren said.\n\n“Is it...someone from my work?”\n\n“Nope,” Loren said, smiling. \n\n“Someone...from your work?” I asked.\n\n“Getting warmer,” Loren beamed.\n\n“Is it...Jenna? The receptionist?” \n\n“Ding, ding, ding,” Lore clapped, excitedly. “We have a winner!”\n\nShe pulled off the pillow case, revealing a pretty blonde. Her dark brown eyes look up at David and Loren. \n\n“Please! Please let me—“\n\nLoren smacked her across the face.\n\n“Waited all night after work for her to leave the office,” Loren said, grabbing Jenna by her long blonde hair. \n\n“So that’s why you were late!” David said, kissing his wife. “You didn’t have to go through all that trouble.”\n\n“Nah, not so much trouble. Just tied her up, gagged her, kept her inside that old chest in the basement, the one with the tiny holes in it? She hasn’t eaten all day, poor thing. She’s probably hungry.”\n\nDavid stares down, devilishly, at the terrified blonde. “Is that true, hon? You hungry? I’ve got something for you to eat.”\n\nDavid unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing a semi-erect cock that was just inches from Jenna’s face. The blonde tried to back away, but the busty brunette held her in place. \n\n“Now, now,” Loren said. “That’s quite rude, refusing your host’s kindness. “Now, be a nice girl, and suck my husband’s cock. It’s our anniversary.”\n\nThe blonde stared up at Loren, seemed to weigh her options, probably considered fighting her way out. Then, defeated, she guided her mouth over David’s cock. Loren and David embraced, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. Loren pulled out a marker out from between her bountiful cleavage. She pulled off the cap and Let it fall to the floor. The clatter mingled with the sucking sounds coming from the blonde.\n\n“I think you need to put it all the way down your throat,” Loren said, pushing Jenna’s face down her husband’s long shaft. “Keep it there.”\n\nShe maneuvered the black marker along the blonde’s forehead, while Jenna sucked David off. On the creamy skin, Loren wrote out the word SLUT!\n\n“Pretty little girl,” Loren cooed.\n\nShe and David shared a laugh as Loren caressed Jenn’s face. “Pretty little girl. Keep sucking on it. Put it down all the way.”\n\nBefore her mistress could strike her, Jenna went down deeper on David. She pulled back with a loud smack and then attacked the meaty head of David’s cock. Loren took off David’s shirt and knelt down next to her slave.\n\n“Such a purdy little mouth,” Loren said, with a drawl. As Jenna went deeper, Loren pressed her mouth against one of David’s testicles and kissed it. Her eyes looking up at her husband.\n\n“Darling, you’re the best,” David said, stroking his wife’s head. With the other hand he grabbed a handful of Jenna’s blonde hair and pushed her up and down on his still growing prick. \n\n“Am I the best wife ever?” Loren asked.\n\n“I think so,” David said, thoughtfully. “Are there any more surprises?”\n\nLoren beamed excitedly at David and jumped to her feet. “Be right back!” She said, running out of the room. David placed both hands behind Jenna’s back and continued shoving her head up and down his cock.\n\n“Did you see Loren’s tits?” David asked the blonde slave. “Fucking massive!”\n\nJenna gagged as the head of David’s cock poked her tonsils.\n\n“Take it, bitch,” David said, spitting on the top of the blonde’s head. “You’re really in for it tonight.”\n\nLoren came back with an apparatus. Attached to it was a 12 inch plastic cock with a girth of about five inches around. David’s eyes widened with excitement.\n\n“You’ll be joining me then? Not watching?”\n\n“Of course I will!” Loren said, smiling. “It’s my anniversary, too!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn't realize that you'd placed an order from a cheap knockoff version of Amazon. 2 weeks later, your package arrived in the arms of a curvy, yet muscular Amazon warrior Princess, who just so happened to also be really horny.
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"content": "I opened the door, and there was a tall woman in a revealing warrior costume holding a box. Her name was Bella, according to the tag over her left breast.\n\nShe smiled. \"Hello. Package for Mr. Johnson.\"\n\n\"Yes, that's me,\" I said, taking the package. I looked at her appreciatively. \"Nice uniform you've got on.\"\n\n\"All the Amazon delivery girls wear this,\" she replied. Her cheeks seemed to be flushed.\n\n\"OK. Well, thanks.\"\n\nBella stepped into my apartment and closed the door behind her. \"So what did you get?\" she asked.\n\n\"Um...\"\n\n\"Come on, let's see,\" she said.\n\nI led her to my bedroom and grabbed a pair of scissors to open it.\n\n\"Is it lube? A fleshlight? Handcuffs?\"\n\nI shifted nervously. \"No. Just some books.\"\n\nAfter opening the box, she looked at what I'd ordered. \"Dune... Ender's Game... The Lord of the Rings...\"\n\n\"Classics,\" I said.\n\n\"Oh. How interesting,\" she muttered.\n\n\"Yeah. I've got stuff to do now, but since you're going, I could lend these to you.\"\n\n\"Thanks, handsome,\" she said. \"But what I really need is a good fuck.\" Then, she took off her skimpy dress and tossed it on the ground, leaving her naked. She was in great shape, very muscular with curves in all the right places. Some liquid was dripping down the insides of her thighs.\n\nMy jaw must have hit the floor. \"Are... are you sure?\" I asked.\n\nBella smirked. \"I'm sure. Now just relax, and let me do the work.\"\n\nShe quickly divested me of my clothes and pushed me back onto the bed. At her mercy, I was already hard. She went down on me for a few minutes while looking into my eyes. I thought I would cum in her mouth, but she stopped before I lost control.\n\n\"You ready?\" she asked.\n\nI nodded, and Bella straddled me and guided my cock into her eager pussy. She was very wet, and I slipped all the way inside her. Settling in, she started riding hard and fast while rubbing her tits and groaning loudly. She seemed like a goddess in that moment. Her warm tunnel massaged my dick, giving both of us so much pleasure. All I had to do was lay there and watch her writhe in ecstasy.\n\nAfter a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I held her hips down and groaned as I pumped my seed inside her. She cried out happily. Then, she collapsed on top of me, and we held each other while trying to catch our breaths.\n\n\"That was amazing,\" she said.\n\n\"You're amazing.\"\n\nShe smiled and kissed me. We made out for a while, but eventually she stood up and got dressed. \"I have to get back to work. I'm way behind schedule.\"\n\nI walked her to the door. \"Bye,\" I said.\n\nThe delivery girl winked at me. \"Thanks for the ride.\" Then, she left.\n\nAs I closed the door, I knew that I'd be buying a lot online in the near future."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty woman discovers that she can hypnotize women and men into having sex with her using the mole on her breast.
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"content": "Titania suspected nothing. The coffee she drank looked and tasted like every other matcha she had bought from the Bean & Bestiary shop near her house, and in almost every way, it was: green tea powder, and oat cream with just a *hint* of breast-enlarging powder. The transformation of her previously modest bust to eye-popping monsters was subtle enough that she only noticed when it was too late. \n\nThe final ingredient, a microscopic capsule, slid down her throat and sloshed in her stomach before migrating into her breasts via nerves in the limbic system. Tiny modules dropped behind it, ensuring that Titania’s emotions would be controlled, and more importantly, steered towards more lurid goals. His goals. Mole’s goals.\n\nShe felt nothing at work, when the dark circle grew larger over her left breast. Her tightly buttoned dress shirt finally gave up and burst, flinging buttons over her cubicle wall.\n\n“What was that?” Derek asked from the other side. He stood up and turned around, but incoherent words fell out of his mouth like warm drool. “Ahma...mama…” His eyes trained on the mole, like a small, swirling mandela that broke his mind. All he could think of was planting his face between her breasts and worshipping them with his soul. And his hard cock.\n\n“Derek...why are you looking at me...like that?” Titania was confused, but a tiny man’s voice in her head echoed, *Just go with it, you queen. Let him supplicate at your holy bosom*. She never made it a habit to argue with herself. “Come, Derek. Pay tribute.” *Why do I sound like a harlot from a low-rent Renn Faire?* she thought, then ignored it. Her body sizzled with hot flashes, begging to be touched.\n\nDerek obliged. The receptionist across the office screamed when he pulled down his pants and tore his shirt. Unable to remove it, his tie hung loose around his neck, just as his cock swung between his legs. Titania scooted forward in her chair and slung a leg on her desk, pencil skirt scrunched at her waist. Two fingers spread her pussy lips and Derek plunged inside.\n\n“Oh, fuck!” he screamed, thrusting into her. The mole compelled him to push faster, holding Titania’s neck for leverage. As he reached his climax, a security guard tackled him sideways, ejecting a rope of cum into the air like a white rainbow. The spatter landed on a kitten poster begging readers to “Hang in There.”\n\n“We’ve called the police, ma’am,” a female guard assured her. “Let me give you this blanket.” She caught only a glimpse of the hypnotic mole, but it was enough. Titania pulled the heavy blanket over her but the guard knelt and crawled under it, feasting on her wet pussy. “My queen!” she moaned between loving slurps from Titania’s flowing slit.\n\nThe blanket fell down and the whole office stopped dead to watch. Even the ceiling mounted camera pivoted and zoomed in on the scene, the petite guard with her own breasts exposed in the open neon-vest, Titania’s hand over her hair bun, writhing with passionate lust. \n\nJames from Accounting was acrobatic. Leaping into the air, he jumped over the guard with his cock in his hand, guiding it to her mouth like a missle. She caught him and choked down his entire length, pushed back into the cubicle by his tenacious thrusts. \n\n*Yes, yes!* mole laughed maniacally from within the dark maelstrom. His micro-hypno-orgytron phage was a smashing success. It never occurred to him to make an antidote, or even a formula to get out of her breasts. As more cum and drool covered Titania’s enormous breasts, he cackled, “today, Shetland High Intensity Torque Posts, tomorrow, the world!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You somehow keep ending up in cute rom-com scenarios with your coworker. Unfortunately, the two of you already hate each other.
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"content": "Chester looked moody as ever, although that was nothing new. His owner struggled to hand over the mini schnauzer with overgrown eyebrows to Rebecca. “The usual? Clean up the face and ears?” she asked.\n\n“I bet he would *love* our new Spaw Treatment,” Lucy interrupted from behind. The client perked up after hearing her singsong voice, or perhaps from catching a glimpse of the fullness of her staff polo shirt. “We’ll cut, trim and shampoo, but also grind his nails and clean his ears. He’ll feel like a prince!”\n\nRebecca could feel the evil one’s presence looming over her shoulder and watched the man swoon. Her co-worker’s upselling made her feel ill, in part because it felt gross to prey on owners’ emotions, but mainly because Lucy was extremely good at it. Chester’s animal instincts sensed something odd and he squirmed in the groomer’s arms while Lucy came closer to the counter. She pointed to the Spaws poster on the far wall behind her, ensuring that the man received a full profile of her bust. *Jesus, she’s not even wearing a bra.*\n\n“Is...is that going to take a long time?”\n\n“Oh no, not at all,” Lucy assured him. “Rebecca here can have Chester ready in no time. Isn’t that right?”\n\n*That bitch!* Rebecca cursed. The extra grooming could take hours, and Lucy just foisted it upon her like it was nothing. Looking at the schedule, Rebecca didn’t have to look hard to find a block of time. “I can have him ready by three, if that works.”\n\n“That sounds great! I guess I’ll see you in a bit,” he told Lucy before leaving. He didn’t even look back at Chester who, for all intents and purposes, just lost his owner to a sales witch in size Ds. \n\n“You’ve got the time, right Becks?” Lucy asked. “I am just *so swamped* today, I don’t know what it is.” She went back to the golden retriever at her station and continued clipping. “I guess Spring must be in the air.”\n\nRebecca wanted to say something back, something Shakespearean about the state of things, but held her tongue. It wouldn’t change anything. They had been working side-by-side after the other Better Petters store closed in Weston, and corporate HR performed a groomer’s version of The Hunger Games. After that, anyone was lucky to still have a job. When Lucy had transferred in, Rebecca was attracted to her physically. She was shorter but her sensually disproportionate curves were very easy on the eyes. *Why did she have to talk?* Rebecca clipped Chester’s collar to the grooming table and began sculpting the schnauzer’s fur, adding to the list of resentments she kept in her heart for Lucy. Of the multitude of grievances and humiliations, there were three big issues:\n\n**Number Three**: Overpromising, then shirking her responsibility. Most of her popularity didn’t come from her grooming skills, and yet she still booked more appointments. Rebecca estimated at least half her work came from Lucy overbooking her own time and sloughing off the hard jobs to her. \n\n**Number Two**: Lucy got away with murder. One time, she accidentally loaded the shampoo dispensers with tea tree oil, it took a week to get the odor out. Phil, the gobsmacked manager, had let it slide because regulars were still booking her. Beth, one of the other transferred cashiers, confessed that Lucy was just as dumb at the Weston branch. She had failed out of cosmetology school and took up grooming as a back up.\n\nThat last fact buttressed the most unforgivable thing about this walking disaster with electric shears: **Lucy hates pets.** \n\nIt drove Rebecca crazy. After her own dog had passed, she volunteered at the local shelter, donated food and blankets, even fostered the most neglected animals until they found a forever home. All received her love and if she had the means, she’d adopt every one. Those life goals seemed further and further away, now that Lucy was siphoning off her customers. Rebecca finished cleaning Chester’s face and the dog looked less like a derelict hobo and more like a tiny Viking. She brushed out the loose fur and looked into his brown, soulful eyes. “You’re a prince no matter what, you hear?” Chester did, and licked her cheek as she unclipped the safety leash.\n\n“Ew,” Lucy complained from her station. “Why did you let did it french kiss you?”\n\nThe comment annoyed and distracted Rebecca. Before she could answer, another client opened the door just as Lucy dropped her clippers. The automated door bell and the loud clatter spooked Chester, and he took off from the table, out the door before Rebecca could stop him. “Shit! Sorry ma’am, pardon my language,” she said quickly, chasing after him.\n\nThe grooming station was in the back of the store, the main entrance, several aisles away. Rebecca hoped that Chester would stay in the toy aisle or maybe find a nice bed on a lower shelf. A woman’s scream in the birds section told her otherwise. Running past an end cap full of parakeets, she saw Chester pawing at an old woman holding a bag of bird seed. “Chester!” she yelled sharply. The dog’s ears flopped as he focused on the sound. Sensing trouble, he backed away, then bolted for the other side of the aisle, into Lucy’s open arms. \n\n“There you are,” she acted, cradling the schnauzer in her bosom. “Why did you take off from Miss Becks, huh? Were you a *bad* puppy?”\n\n“I’m so glad you came,” thanked the old woman. “You are such an angel. They must *really* love you.” She looked over her shoulder at Rebecca and clucked. “You could learn a thing or two from her.” \n\nRebecca was red-faced when she approached the dog. She was hurt and embarrassed by the episode, unable to say or do anything that could convince the world of this injustice. *Chester, you traitor.* Lucy looked uncomfortable holding him firmly against her chest. Sliding her hand between them, Rebecca transferred Chester into her own arms. \n\n“Take a girl out to dinner before you feel her up, Becks,” Lucy joked. The groomers walked back and Rebecca headed for the bathing stations. \n\nThe dog looked resigned as Rebecca clipped him in. She knelt down and tested the warm water before gently rinsing his dark grey fur. Chester wallowed and stared back up at her. “What? You think I’m enjoying this too?” she asked, pumping shampoo into her hands, working it in. The sound of the lather, Chester’s whining, plus the other animals barking, masked Lucy’s approach from behind.\n\nShe leaned over Rebecca’s shoulder to get a better view. “That smells nice. Lemon verbena?”\n\nSurprised, Rebecca’s heart exploded and she fell forward. Chester casually sidled over to make room in the stall, leaving the front of her shirt soaking wet. *Just fucking great*, she thought, picking herself up. The shower trigger closed and she winced, getting a shot of water to the face.\n\nLucy couldn’t contain her laughter. “Oh my god, Becks, you are *too much*!”\n\n“Rebecca!” she shouted. “My name is Rebecca, okay? Why is that so fucking hard for you?”\n\n“Okay, geez,” Lucy countered. “*Rebecca*. I was only trying to have fun with you.”\n\n“Well it’s fucking annoying, alright?” Rebecca could feel the wellspring of hate rising and didn’t know if she could contain herself any longer. Her wet polo began to drip over her pants and she tightly gripped the showerhead.\n\n“Well, sorry. Here I am thinking how I’m being nice, throwing you a bone with this Spaw job. You know I’ve tried, *real hard* to fit in and all you’ve done is give me the cold shoulder?”\n\n“All *I’ve* done? You...you idiot! You’ve ruined everything!” Rebecca pointed the nozzle and fired. Lucy’s shrill voice pierced the air as the water jet soaked her shirt, clinging to her breasts. She moved the showerhead up and down, drenching her from head to toe. \n\nLucy stepped back into another stall and found its own nozzle. Firing back, what little dry patches of fabric left on Rebecca’s body turned dark and clung to her skin as she screamed.\n\n“Cold! Cold! Stop!” Rebecca shouted, hands in the air. Water dripped from their wet clothes and drained in the center of the room. She wanted to fight, wanted to cry, but seeing Chester still wet reminded her of her duties. The nearby stack of towels were miraculously still dry, and she took a couple to wrap around the dog. Chester was calm as she lifted him out like a baby and walked to the drying station. He was shaking his fur when Lucy draped a towel over Rebecca’s shoulders and dried her hair.\n\n“Do you hate me?” Lucy asked softly.\n\nRebecca sighed. “Hate is a very strong word.” She had to admit, Lucy’s hands massaging her scalp felt nice. “You and I...we don’t seem to be living in the same world. Maybe I resent you for a few things...your, um, advantages.”\n\n“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Ever since I got here, I’ve been struggling to keep up with you. You’re clearly better at all this than me. I just wanted to learn.” She followed Rebecca as she put the clean and dry dog into an open cage. “What are these so-called *advantages*?”\n\n“Don’t deny what you’ve got. It’s insulting.” Rebecca looked at her with steely eyes and cast them lower. \n\n“What, my *tits*?” Lucy grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it off, her breasts sticking to the cotton until the last possible moment. They bounced back into place as she wrung the shirt. “These are nothing compared to yours, Becks...sorry, Rebecca. I can prove it. Give me your bra.”\n\n***\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your close gay friend wants a biological child, but doesn't trust strangers easily. Being as close as friends can be, they approach you for your help from your body.
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"content": "Dana looked uneasy, sitting in her dining room. She signed on the highlighted lines in the contract, then slid it to be countersigned by Gareth. Looking over to her wife, she gave a nervous smile. “After this, you’ll be in the clear. *We’ll*, be in the clear.”\n\nJoyce cleared her throat. “Correct. By signing these documents, Gareth will be voluntarily waiving any rights or claims over any…outcomes, from these activities. As your attorney, I can tell you that this contract is airtight. As your wife, I can tell you that I’m just as happy and excited as you are for this journey.” She squeezed Dana’s hand until they both smiled. “This protects you too, Gareth. You don’t want to be liable for child support, which would be standard if these clauses weren’t written so explicitly.”\n\nThe contract was *very explicit*. It documented the minimum and maximum number of attempts to impregnate Dana, who had to be present in those sessions, and what positions were permissible. Gareth didn’t think the rules were hard; he’d never seen them spelled out before. He signed the final page and Joyce collected the sheets. \n\n“I need to make copies of these,” she said, standing. “Why don’t you two get ready.” \n\nDana waited until she left before letting out a big sigh. “Thanks again for doing this. This gift...knowing that it’s coming from you… it means a lot.”\n\n“Honestly, I’m honored. I know it couldn’t have been easy to convince Joyce.” Gareth didn’t know what Dana saw in her. They were polar opposites. His friend was empathic, shy, and nurturing to close friends and family. Joyce was assertive, competitive, had emancipated herself from ignorant parents before starting college, and loved her wife with all her heart.\n\n“Listen, I know she just said that the contract is ironclad, but I want you to know that if this feels at all weird, like now, or later, we can stop, okay? I want you to feel good about this too.”\n\n“You’re my best friend. I’d do anything for you,” he replied. “This is no different than donating blood, or a kidney. Whatever you need.” Dana’s tearful hug was warm and reassuring. She led him to the bedroom.\n\nJoyce found them sitting on the bed wearing bathrobes. “Are you both sure about this?”\n\nDana nodded. “Positive. What about you, love? Any hesitation?” \n\nIn response, Joyce unbuttoned her dress shirt and bared her chest, offering her small breasts to her wife. Dana kissed them, sliding her hand behind Joyce’s neck to climb up and find her lips. Together, they undressed completely and made out with arms and legs intertwined. Joyce on the bottom, looked over at Gareth, still standing, watching their reverie. His erection had already pierced through the front of his robe. Grabbing Dana’s ass, Joyce spread a cheek, exposing her wet pussy. \nGareth felt guilty for being turned on by his friend’s display, but that was the point, she had said. “*I don’t want this to be clinical...I want this child to be conceived in a room of love*.” He untied his robe and crawled into bed. Joyce went back to attending to Dana while he positioned himself behind his best friend’s entrance. *God, this is so weird.* His cock eased past her lips and was engulfed in heat. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.\n\n“No talking,” Joyce reminded him. “Just..ah...try not to.” This was her consolation. \n \nGareth closed his eyes and leaned in, slipping deeper inside. Dana’s pussy swallowed him with long, undulating clenches over his shaft. He started to pull back and her moans were muffled into Joyce’s neck. He thrusted again, a little harder, a little faster, but Dana took it all, daring him to continue. \n\nShe rocked backwards, slapping her ass against his hips while her lips savored the taste of her wife’s skin, her pleasures guided by kisses and nibbles. She felt a hand on her back and couldn’t tell if it was Joyce’s or Gareth’s. The rhythm became chaotic, her sex dripping wet with his cock advancing and withdrawing like an out of control piston. *Love, this is what love is*, she thought. Worming her hand underneath, she found Joyce’s delicate folds and played with them, feeling the wetness shared between them. Joyce smiled as one finger, then two curled into her pussy. \n\nGareth was like an engine with a blown governor, hips slapping and thrashing as he felt the orgasm coming. Pulling out one more time, he looked up at the ceiling and put his cock back into warm flesh, grunting as he came in pulses, rocking the bed until it slammed against the wall. \n\n“Fuck, fuck!” yelled Joyce. “Did you just cum in me?”\n\n“What? **What?**” Dana rolled off and Gareth’s cock was buried in her wife’s pussy. \n\nHe crawled away immediately, realizing his mistake. “Oh shit! Shit! Jesus, no! It was an accident, I swear!”\n\n“I’ll...I’ll kill you,” Joyce raged, getting up on her knees. Gareth fell backwards off the bed and scrambled to a corner.\n\n“No! Stop!” Dana got in between them. “This...we can fix this.”\n\n“I know sweetie, I’ll go to the pharmacy and get Plan B and-”\n\n“No!” she interrupted. Dana looked at the semen leaking down Joyce’s thigh. “What I mean is, there’s no reason not to hedge our bets here. What if my implantation doesn’t work? Why shouldn’t we double our chances? It’s your body though. I’ll love you no matter what you decide.”\n\nJoyce was silent and Gareth was hiding in his tightly-wrapped robe. Hopping off the bed, she turned around at the bathroom door. “I’m going to throw on a shirt and wait in the living room for you two to finish here.”\n\n“Are you going to-”\n\n“I haven’t decided yet.” Joyce towered over Gareth. “You better knock her up *good*.”\n\nThey gave birth to boys within days of each other.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An escort is used to using her shapeshifting powers when a client sends her a picture of someone. But today, someone submits a picture of her.
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"content": "I stared at the photo attached to the email the receptionist had sent me. \n\n*Hey, Bailey,*\n\n*Got another client for you looking for the full package: dinner, walk through the park, and TLC back at the Marriott. Details below. Desired form in the attachment.*\n\n*Nancy.*\n\nI've been working as an escort at Fantasia's for ten years now. Around the time I turned 18, I learned I had a special kind of skill that few others possessed, one which a smaller minority still applied to a specific profession. I figured it wouldn't be too demanding a gig. I was already good at being personable. And, not to brag, I was decent at the sex. The money was more than decent, too. \n\nIn my time at Fantasia's, I'd seen a lot of interesting requests. 80% of the time, they were celebrities, youtubers, streamers, pornstars; men and women that hardly anyone had a real chance with. I'd been Emma Watson maybe 400 times. I've been Jennifer Lawrence over 150 times since I'd started. She was really popular for the first five years of the decade. But I've been Ariana Grande about 3 dozen times, Miley Cyrus maybe 100 times, Jenna Fischer 21 times...\n\nBut we also got more personal requests. Mostly, our clients would just supply a picture and leave it at that. Others felt that they needed us to know the full story of the person we were becoming. So, unfortunately, we got a lot of relatives in my line of work. I try not to judge, and almost always give my customer what they wanted--with the obvious exception of anyone under 21 years of age. But it wasn't always easy looking into a guys face when he was asking you to pretend to be his sister...\n\nMy point is, I've been pretty much every kind of person--man and woman-- in the last ten years. I've been shockingly thin, I've been over three hundred pounds. I've been tall, short, and technically a dwarf. I've had breasts that nearly fell down to my knees, and I've been completely flat. Long hair, short hair, no hair. Black, white, Asian. Blonde, red head, brunette, black hair, silver hair, purple hair. Every colour of eye imaginable. I've been young--again, no younger than 21--and as old as 98--because one guy *really* enjoys the Golden Girls...\n\nThis request was a first. \n\nSure, the girl in the photo looked like a lot of girls I'd morphed. She was petite, dressed in a blouse and jeans: 5'2, exactly 105 pounds. Her face was a tad oval shaped. Her nose was larger than what I thought was attractive. She had a nice smile, though, with straight, white teeth. Her eyes were green, her hair blonde. She had a few birthmarks scattered around her cheeks and neck. The photo didn't show it, but I knew she had slight, perky breasts, with nipples that were a little larger than you'd expect for a pair of that size. Her legs were stocky, but she had a decent butt. \n\nIt was a face I hadn't seen in ten years. I'd dropped it after I graduated, and picked a new form for myself when I decided to \"see what was out there in the world.\" It was a cute face. But I never felt it suited me. I always imagined myself more...Well, more like how I look now: 5'11, long sandy brown hair that reached down to the middle of my back, with hazel eyes, a button nose, and a heart shaped face. My skin was creamy, with not a single mole or blemish on it. My legs were long, and toned, my breasts a tear drop shaped DD cup. My hips were wide, my ass, I've been told, was phenomenal. I was the perfect woman of not only a thousand people, but for myself.\n\nAnd here I was, sitting in front of my laptop, staring at my old face, reading the details of a date with a client who I *must* have known back in my own life. Had to be. \n\nBut why?\n\nThe rates at Fantasia were not cheap. Basic sex with the woman of your dreams cost a grand--minimum. A whole date that included sex? That was at the least, $10,000. And I couldn't think of a single person from my life as Melanie Barton who had $10,000 they could just toss away for a single evening...\n\nMy instinct was to refuse. We could do that. Part of our contract allowed us to refuse clients if we felt that their requests were too far out there. Or, if we plain didn't want to. \n\nBut this client was offering me $50,000, just to be...me. Or, what used to be me.\n\nAnd I couldn't figure out why."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Recently you've been having wet dreams about ypur crush. Unbeknownst to you, your crush is sharing the dreams.
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"content": "Kyle turned towards Emily’s seat, then snapped back forward, to the front of the class. He had to stop himself from doing that. Emily didn’t feel the same way as him, as she had made clear at the house party two weeks ago. She liked being his friend, how she could talk to him for hours and be herself around him. Now, Kyle was trying to condition himself against glancing over at her soft lips, her light brown hair often pulled into a ponytail, her thick rimmed glasses perfectly accentuating her round face, how her tight blouses would cradle her perky tits…\n\nKyle tried to shake himself back into sense. She was just a friend, and didn’t feel the same way about him. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. It would be a long semester, being stuck with her two hours a day. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, being so close to her. He’d never had a crush like this in high school. Every girl he’d had feelings for was not even close to his league. Not many cheerleaders wanted the wiry math nerd that was into roleplaying games. Emily seemed different. They were close friends for a couple years now, since they were in the same dorm hall freshman year. Kyle was instantly attracted to her, but opted to try and create a friendship between them instead of just asking her out. \n\nThe class ended. Emily grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulder. She moved quickly to the door, making strides to not see Kyle. She could barely face him after that house party. Why did he need to complicate things? They were friends, he was a confidant to her. He was her escape from the stress of her psych major. He was the one escape she had, and she didn’t want to make a mess of their relationship.\n\nEmily made the brief mistake of looking over to him. He didn’t notice her, but she couldn’t help but blush. Her mind flashed back to the night before: toes curled, blankets strewn on her bed, her breathing irregular and shallow. It had all started ever since Kyle had told her how he felt. Every night since, she’d wake up out of breath and panties stained with cum. Every time she tried to sleep it provided another scene of her bent over in front of him, presenting her ass and pussy, or face up and staring at him as he thrust deep into her pussy.\n\nKyle grabbed his bag and headed back to his dorm. He was done for the day, so he figured he could make it back to his apartment before his roommates were done with their classes. A quick rub out before they got home would set him right, at least for now. Emily had much the same thought, and took off to her dorm as well. It was business as usual for the two of them, an average Thursday night. Kyle and his roommates had a few beers watching esports, while Emily and her roommates watched reality TV while drinking wine. They both fell asleep around midnight.\n\nEmily saw herself on a white, sandy beach. The roaring tides were deafened by the crowd of people running in and out of the water. Everywhere she looked, there were tourists sunning themselves, making sand castles, or taking selfies against the vast blue expanse. She had on a pair of oversized sunglasses, with a thin sunhat and a striped bikini. \n\nDeciding she needed to get some space, she went over to the changing area. It was a row of about four large changing rooms, each subdivided into four smaller-closet sized changing spaces. As she made her way to an open one, she stepped in, and there he was. Kyle hadn’t noticed her, his back turned towards her as he was slipping off his boxers. Emily bit her lip when she saw his toned, perfectly round ass. How his back rippled when he stood up straight. Kyle turned around slowly. She caught notice of his pecs, and the way he was just starting to get defined abs. As Kyle turned around, his cock swung back and forth, almost hypnotically enticing her. She stepped into the changing room and shut the curtain.\n\nThe next thing she knew, she was bent at the waist in front of him, bottoms pulled aside with him deep inside her. His strong arms had each of hers to keep her upright, as he pounded her pussy from behind. Her top was pulled down, letting her breasts swing to and fro. She did her best to try and stifle her moans, but the noises from her sopping wet pussy were starting to grow louder and louder with each pump. She felt a tingle on her clit with each pass as his balls gently slapped up against her. Her sunhat fell off onto her back when she reached the crest of her orgasm, causing her to fling her head back. \n\n“**Fuck!**” she cried, for all the beach to hear.\n\nAt the same time, both distant lovers awoke. Emily got up and went to the bathroom. She nearly had to peel her panties off to sit down on the toilet. Meanwhile, Kyle was removing yet another ruined bedspread and placing it in the wash."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Making Love at the Airshow.
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"content": "Erica was a short girl, but she carried all of her height in her very long legs. With the rest of her body being extremely slim and petite, her thick thighs and unusually wide set hips were possibly her second most striking feature. Her first most striking feature was her dazzling green eyes. She’d come to the airshow in just a black bikini top and the tiniest little hip-hugging, black ruffle skirt, black canvas sneakers on her feet and her mid-length raven hair a deliberate messy ruffle on her head. The top was just barely big enough to cover her small, perky breasts, and she had acres of freshly tanned skin on display, a fact that wasn’t lost on her friend, Ryan.\n\nRyan looked a lot more athletic than he was. He often blushed when people asked if the “practice” he had to go to was football, or track, and he had to tell them that it was ping pong… He was Olympic level though, and it had gotten him a full scholarship to start college in the fall. He’d miss his hometown, but he knew that he’d always come back for the annual airshow. Both of his parents were going to be up there in the sky today, doing aerobatics in their custom-tuned Edge 540s. He’d told Ericka about it last night, when they were texting each other. He hadn’t expected that she’d come out, but here she was. She didn’t seem super prepared though, having shown up with just the clothes she was wearing. Ryan had lugged out a sturdy chair and all of his picnic accouterments!\n\nErica twirled a little, as she walked, looking up at the sky and around at the crowds. “I figured there’d be, like, bleachers or something?” she said, smiling, as she approached her friend.\n\n“Bring your own seats!” Ryan replied.\n\n“Guess I’ve got your lap, then!” she laughed, and plopped herself down right on him, scooting into his lap and feeling the well-worn denim of his jeans against her bare thighs.\n\n“Ah… I, um, I guess...” he said, as he felt her make herself comfortable, unsure of what to do, but not having a good solution. Her butt was pressing his manhood flat and, the way that she’d sat down, one of his hands was resting against the curve of her hip, his fingers dangerously close to her bare thigh. He dared not move or do anything to make the situation more awkward, even as he could feel himself starting to get aroused. He wondered if she could feel him getting hard underneath her, through his pants.\n\nThe scent of her body and the humidity of her skin was only amplifying the effect and, whenever he looked down, he could see the small swells of her breasts, practically bare in her tiny top. He was dealing with a full-mast boner in no time and, despite himself, he squirmed a little, only making himself hornier, as he rubbed against her butt. For such a petite, elfin girl, she had a very nice, very round butt on her, easily the match of her amazing legs, and between her leaning against him, and the contact of her rump and thighs, he had to say something.\n\n“I… I don’t know if I ever told you this,” he began, “I didn’t want to make things weird between us, as friends… but I’ve always thought you were pretty sexy...”\n\nShe shrugged, smiling to herself. “You wouldn’t be the only one,” she said, easily, “That doesn’t make anything weird. It’s a compliment.” With a little, hidden smile on her lips, she wiggled a bit, settling into his lap a bit more.\n\nHe sighed, in slight frustration, even as he nearly groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her body rubbing on his cock. He shifted in his seat, trying to resist the urge to lift and reposition her, as that would mean putting his hands on her wide, sexy hips. “I mean… it’s kind of rough, for a guy, sometimes, if you’ve got a sexy girl in your lap and you can’t do anything...”\n\nShe froze in place, and there was a long pause. Just before he was about to utter an apology, she leaned back, a devilish look in her big, green eyes. “Who says you can’t do anything?” She turned back to face forward, giggling a little and biting her lip, as she ignored the stunned look of astonishment on his face.\n\nExperimentally, he placed his hand on her bare thigh. She didn’t object, and wiggled in his lap a little more. She didn’t mind at all, as he, equally experimentally, started to grope her thigh a bit, his hand moving from the outside of her thigh to the top, from the top of her thigh to the inside, his fingers starting to move under her skirt.\n\nShe laughed and sighed, as his hand strayed all the way under her skirt, and his fingers brushed against the lips of her womanhood through her thin, thong panties. She ground against him more, a blush of arousal passing over her skin, as she felt his substantial member rock-hard underneath her thigh and butt. She could feel him getting harder and harder, as she rubbed on him and he felt up her legs. “You gonna finish in your pants, or did you wanna put it somewhere else?” she asked, leaning back and looking up at him.\n\n“What do you mean?” he asked, looking around at the people around them. They were out in public, after all!\n\nErica reached down to his bag and pulled out his fleece blanket, draping it over their legs. She wiggled on him a little more, then waited for him to get the hint. She had to wait more than a moment, as he searched for his nerve, his eyes darting around, trying to make sure no one was looking at them, but he reached under the blanket and undid his jeans, freeing his cock. Erica lifted herself, as he reached under her and pulled her panties to the side, guiding himself into her blind.\n\nShe stifled a moan, as she felt him slide in, and she hummed contentedly, as she settled back into his lap once again, feeling his thick, substantial member fill her up exquisitely. She reached one of her own hands under the blanket, down her skirt and down her panties, and she started to rub her pearl, as she rolled and twerked her hips in his lap and gripped and pulled at him with her inner walls.\n\nHe could barely stop himself from groaning in pleasure, as he started to grope her butt and thighs even more, alternating between that and holding her by her bare, tiny waist, or even daring to cop a feel of her pert, perfect little breasts. He was paranoid all the while that someone might notice what they were doing, but she seemed to be drinking it up.\n\nShe deliberately drew out their lovemaking, varying her pace and easing up whenever she felt him start to tense too much inside her or when his body beneath her felt too close to the edge. A hot blush of arousal was all over her skin, and it took every bit of acting ability that she had to smile and look natural whenever a passer-by cast a glance their way. She was keeping them both at the edge of climax, and it was the sweetest agony. Her tummy tensed and flexed, as she rode him ever-so-slowly and stroked her own sex with her hidden hand.\n\nRyan’s parents were in the air and, at the denouement of their act, they buzzed the field, hoping to spot their son. They did! He and his friend, Erica were there. She in his lap, having not brought her own chair. Ryan’s parents waved at them, one handed, each keeping a hand on their sticks. Ryan and Erica waved back… also one handed.\n\nJust as his parents passed overhead, and the crowd began to roar, Erica sped up her motions, rocking her hips rapidly, tightly bouncing up and down in his lap, as she gripped at him with herself and stroked her pearl even more fervently. He couldn’t take it anymore, and he exploded inside her, pumping her full of cum, at the very moment that she stroked herself to her own climax. He groaned, and she cried out, their noises masked within the din of the crowd.\n\nShe leaned back against him, basking in the aftershocks of her orgasm, still lazily stroking her sex, as she felt him finally go half-hard inside of her, his sperm still spurting into her body. He was panting from the sex, even as his newly-cleared mind had his eyes frantically scanning the crowd for any sign they’d been noticed. They would have to stay just as they were, at least until the crowd thinned out a bit. She just smiled, and she giggled, “This airshow was a great time!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A new superheroine on the scene incapacitates her enemies by projecting their sexual fantasies directly into their minds. But her power has conditions - she has to mentally participate in the fantasy.
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"content": "\"Get her out of here,\" Captain Patriot mumbled. \"She isn't willing to play ball. We'll let the government deal with her.\" \n\n\"Whatever you say, Cap,\" Iron Hawk said, grabbing the busty, grinning blonde by the arm and guiding her out of the interrogation room at the Retaliator's Headquarters. \n\nThe star spangled hero was left alone with Crimson Spider now. They had an unspoken history. Lots of *will they won't they* that drove the fans--er, civilians--wild with frustration. Even the other members of the team were tired of it. Just bone already.\n\nWell, he was a one hundred year old relic. She was a super-spy. They had that annoying thing heroes had that prevented real rated R situations: integrity. Stuff the Darth Mouse of Disney would love to put in his movies. Family oriented, straight good-vs.-evil drivel. \n\n\"Think I was a bit hard on her?\" Cap asked, finally.\n\nCrimson sat opposite of him, feet on the metal table, her ample cleavage barely contained behind the little window in her all black, all leather spy-suit. She could swear that she caught him staring at them. \n\n\"Well, she's hot enough,\" Crimson said, breezily.\n\n\"What?\" Cap blushed.\n\n\"Tall, blonde, big boobs. You know *hard* on her?\" she grinned.\n\n\"Don't be crass, Nel,\" Cap said, his cheeks reddening. \"Do you think I was tough on her? After all, I don't have the authority to tell other heroes how to use their powers.\"\n\nCrimson shrugged. \"If you didn't, A.R.M.O.U.R. would have. They're cracking down on all the Supers lately. Did you hear what they threatened to do to that guy who can freeze time? Threatened to let Drainer loose on him. And all that idiot was doing was stealing from video games stores, and pulling people's pants down. Crania was making people climax on the street.\"\n\n\"I don't like that word,\" Cap mumbled. \"It's not professional.\"\n\n\"That's the cleanest I can make it for you, Cap,\" Crimson grinned, sliding her feet off the table and onto the floor. She clapped her hands onto her thick thighs and stood up abruptly. \"I wanted to say \"cum on the streets.\" But I know you're set in your ways.\"\n\nShe walked over to the heavy steel door to the interrogation room, giving Cap an eyeful of her magnificent ass. Why, you could probably bounce a quarter on them...\n\n\"Don't go,\" he said, quickly.\n\nShe turned and raised an eyebrow.\n\n\"I...Look, I don't know if you were able to notice, but--\"\n\n\"I have noticed, Cap,\" she smirked. \"I'm surprised you were able to pick up on it, though.\"\n\nSomehow, his blush deepened. \"So...you feel the same then.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I mean, can you blame me? Fighting side by side all the time, nearly dying every other month. Really gets a gal goin.' The question is,\" she said, unzipping the top of her suit and letting her large breasts succumb to the natural laws of gravity. \"Are you going to do something about it?\"\n\nHe threw the table aside with a single hand against the concrete wall. She ran to him and leapt onto his lap, wrapping legs that have killed hundreds of men around his waist as he massaged her tits. He bit down on her neck. She sighed. They tore their uniforms off of one another, fell to the floor in a sweaty, naked mess. She inserted his cock into her and rode him, using the muscles that she had developed from years of former Soviet training, muscles she normally used to squeeze the life out of the throats of bad guys. \n\nI watched them thrusting and gyrating, focusing my energy on making it last for Captain Patriot as long as possible. But I was getting bored. I pulled my mind out of the Captain's and was back in the lobby of the Retaliator headquarters, and admired my work. All members of the team were writhing on the couch in front of me, some with large wet spots in the front of their uniforms. Some had stripped down to nothing. \n\nIron Hawk was currently dreaming of Crimson Spider dominating him in a seedy hotel in Siberia--a real mission they had together, but never in such a steamy scenario. Mostly, he just masturbated quietly in the bathroom that divided their rooms. \n\nCrimson Spider was interesting. She often fantasized about Captain Patriot and their billionaire financier and team member, Andrew Stryker, spitroasting her in Stryker's mansion.\n\nThe enhanced individual named the Badger, who could regenerate his wounds, and whose abilities were developed via D.N.A. and not through freak accidents of science or money, fantasized about an orgy including every single female Retaliator in existence. And there were loads. \n\nI was surprised by little Ant Queen, though. Girl had a thing for tentacles...I'm not one to judge. I was just surprised that she didn't fantasize about anyone else on the team.\n\nThese assholes were judging *me* for how I used my powers? Thought I was a slut because I didn't have their hangups? All they thought about was fucking each other. And, hey, I'd be into it, if they weren't so self righteous.\n\nBut, mostly, I was a little pissed that none of them fantasize about me. And I tried really hard to guide the fantasies into that direction. Crimson Spider was hot, I guess. But I was so much better looking than Chipmunk Gal! The girls was part chipmunk for crying out loud! What was with these people?\n\n\"Well, I'd hate to run, but I'm bored,\" I said, while the Earth's finest were masturbating on their couch. They'd come to their senses once I got far enough out of range. \n\nOn my way out I ran into yet another Retaliator, the big guy. Not the one who could make tornadoes appear out of no where. Nor the one who turned a different colour when he got horny or whatever it was that set him off. The guy who could alter his size at will.\n\n\"You another recruit?\" he asked.\n\nI searched his mind and found his fantasy with ease. It was interesting...I definitely featured in it, but not in the usual way...\n\nThe room around us changed. I was tied down, handcuffed to bedposts in some hotel room at a penthouse in New York. My tits were out, my legs were spread out. I had a major bush going on down below. My eyes stared up at me, desperate desire in her eyes, pining for the engorged prick between my legs.\n\nI looked down at myself: slightly muscled with a large, erect penis attached to me. \n\nThis was definitely weird...\n\nBut I'm not one to judge."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humiliation burned inside her as a hand trailed down her bare back.
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"content": "He'd told her to strip as soon as the door to his office had closed behind her, and she'd complied. He was a senior man in the government, the Internal Security Minister, but she'd heard rumors he took a hands-on approach to security work. He'd had a heavy rubber tarp laid down to protect the carpets, and she wondered what that meant. She'd heard stories about things he'd done with hammers and pliers, supposedly in this same office.\n\n\"On your knees, over by the desk. we don't have all day.\" He'd gestured towards the tarp, she complied... the rubber stuck to her skin uncomfortably when she'd gone down on her knees, and that physical discomfort drew her attention. She'd gone to the Internal Security Ministry feeling numb, like a walking corpse. She hated the reminder that she was still alive, that she still had something to lose. Her clothes were a disorganized mess where she'd left them by the door; she wished she'd folded them and wondered why.\n\nThe minister took the time to go to his drinks cabinet and pour himself a little whiskey before he went back to his desk. He sat down and started going through paperwork, ignoring her naked humiliation. He kept working, ignoring her... it could not have been more than ten or twelve minutes, but it felt like longer. When he finally finished with whatever had been waiting for him at his desk he sipped his whiskey, then finally looked at her:\n\n\"Oh dear, so rude of me not to offer you a drink. Would you like something?\" Alice considered her response. What sort of game was he playing at?\n\n\"No, thank you but no, sir.\" Trying to be as polite as she could, knowing he had power over her. Helpless, hopeless, anger and humiliation boiled inside her, but she tried not to let any of it show on her face. Be polite, don't do anything to antagonize him and maybe you'll come out of this alive. The discomfort of the rubber tarp clinging to her naked flesh was getting worse, like an itch she could not scratch, and was reminding her she was a living woman, not yet a corpse. He shrugged, and took another sip of his whiskey.\n\n\"It's not every day that a woman like you comes into my office, you know. Very accomplished, I read your file. University professor, just like your husband. You completed your doctorate at 24, very young age for that. Good record with your department, even last year when you had your son. No black marks in your record, no trouble at all until this recent unpleasantness.\" He smiled at her, he seemed cheerful and relaxed. She knew what was coming, had known since he'd told her to strip, but he seemed to want to draw it out.\n\n\"Well, thank you.\" Be polite, when she'd left her son with her mother, her mom had been terrified and on the verge of tears. She wanted to come back and pick up her son, to hold him again. Be polite. Still that cheerful tone:\n\n\"Your husband was picked up last month, I'm sure you heard the charges. Possession of illegal literature, unlawful counter-revolutionary statements. And yet, you did not denounce him. You petitioned for his release instead, even tried to schedule a meeting to speak on his behalf. Tried to get your colleagues at the university to sign a letter of support.\" He raised an eyebrow, gave her a questioning look.\n\n\"Yes, he's a good man and loyal, he's a valuable member of his department, and-\" he cut her off with a raised hand.\n\n\"Valuable. He's a professor of literature, if he was an engineer or a physicist we could have a conversation about valuable.\" He rose from his chair and came out in front of his desk, in front of her. \"Literature. As for a good man and loyal, that's another question. But one where I'm not sure if it's still relevant.\" He stood in front of her, and she could see his erection through his trousers. He reached out and touched her shoulder, she forced herself not to flinch. His hand trailed down her arm, then went to caress her breast. \"Pity your nipples aren't hard, I should have let it get colder before calling you in.\" So casual a comment. His hand left her breast, he leaned in and caressed her shoulder again, his hand trailed down her back and she was afraid he was going to pull her in for an embrace. He released her, but the humiliation she'd been feeling burned. Helpless, hopeless, anger and humiliation. Kneeling before him in her nakedness.\n\nHe stopped leaning in, and reached for his belt. In a moment, he had his cock out. He looked down at her, and his smile was neither cheerful nor relaxed:\n\n\"You want to help your husband, don't you?\" She reached out and took his penis in her hand. God, she had not really hated another human being since childhood, but she hated the Minister now. She realized she was about to start crying, wondered what that would do for her chances. For her husband's chances. She looked up at the man standing in front of her, at the sneering lust in his eyes... she hated him, and she took his cock into her mouth.\n\nShe'd done this before, with other men... she made a genuine effort, did her best to please a man she hated. Hopeless, helpless. Fear and angry hate and humiliation made came together in an emotional stew so bitter it made her nauseous. More nauseous. Oh God, the things we do... she thought of her parents and her child, of her husband and of all the other people she loved and cared about. The tears started then, and she hoped he didn't notice.\n\nIt went on for what seemed like hours, but it could not have been long. He came in her mouth without warning and she choked on his semen. He pulled back and offered her a handkerchief, which she accepted. She cleaned the spit and tears and semen off her face, then spat into the handkerchief.\n\nThe Minister was sitting on the edge of his desk, doing up his trousers. He had the same sort of cheerful, relaxed, seeming smile she'd seen before. She wondered if this was the face he made when he'd just fucked his wife... he gave her a moment longer to compose herself, then:\n\n\"Do you know, I've decided not to have you purged.\" Contented sigh, \"Professor, you spoke of valuable contributions and I think you have a point.\" Considered her in her nakedness: \"Valuable indeed.\" She considered herself for a moment then, all the things she was behind her present humiliation; teacher and academic, wife and mother. He was still smiling that same smile as he concluded: \"It would be a crime to waste your talent for fellatio.\" Cocksucker, that's what she was... she felt herself sinking into that bitter emotional stew, she could drown in her humiliation. He let her sit there for another ten or twelve minutes, clearly still enjoying himself as he watched her. But then:\n\n\"Your husband is scheduled for release in a little more than an hour. If you hurry, you can be home starting dinner before he gets there.\" He went over to the drinks cabinet and poured out whiskey into two small glasses. When he came back and offered her one, she took it and drank, tried to rinse her mouth with it to get rid of the taste he'd left there. She forced herself to speak after she'd had the whiskey:\n\n\"Thank you.\" Thanking the man who'd raped her, for not having her husband killed. Helpless, hopeless, anger and humiliation. He shrugged, as if he'd done her a favor so slight that it wasn't worth mentioning.\n\n\"Get dressed, I'll have someone drive you home.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] While 4 inch heels for a dinner party might be considered dressing to impress, you would never see a woman wearing anything less than 8 inch ballet heels at the royal ball.
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"content": "The King was what, were he not the King, one might call a perverted old man. He had reigned as an absolute monarch since the age of sixteen, with no one to tell him what (or who) he could or couldn’t do. One of his first actions after taking the throne had been to embark on an apparently spontaneous multiweek orgy with most of the female palace staff that had been so incredible that it was still talked about decades later. His behavior had only gotten worse since then, and if he’d been an ordinary royal pervert in an ordinary kingdom, he would have been assassinated or deposed – or, failing that, his Dukes would have done enough to decentralize things and claim power for themselves that it would have torn the kingdom apart. Fortunately for him, his grandfather had reclaimed a powerful magical artifact from the Old Empire, an emerald necklace that made a legitimate ruler’s vassals love him. As a result, things worked well enough. The kingdom was well governed, and his complete disinterest in foreign wars or grand building projects meant that there was money for road repairs and the kingdom was prospering. Even his neighbors were happy enough – better a contented pervert than a vigorous conqueror with the devotion of his people behind him…\n\nHis present mania was for restraint. Not in his actions, never that, but for women dressing in ways that restrained their movement and forced them to use all their grace just to avoid falling over. The court women joked he was getting old and wanted to avoid tiring himself out chasing down young girls, but they went along with the fashion as they always did.\n\nThe great event this season was the ball held to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of his ascension to the throne. The old tradition, that young noblewomen would be presented to the court at the most significant social occasion each winter, had evolved during the reign of the pervert King. One thing which hadn’t changed was the attention that these young girls paid to their clothes and presentation, how they ensured everything followed the latest fashion – fashion which was set by, as much as anything else, the whims and manias of the King.\n\nAmmeline Constanz, the second daughter of Duke Costanz, Border Warden and Royal Marshal, claimed the highest social precedence and so was first to be presented. She had been intensely trained for this moment and managed to look graceful as she made her slow procession towards the throne. She wore a gown as tight as a second skin, her maids had sewn it together on her body and the fabric would need to be torn or cut to remove it. The dress traced every detail of her upper legs, and was tight enough to hobble her… in combination with her choice of shoes, the fact that she could walk at all was impressive. She wore something that could best be described as a platform ballet heel; the toe had been reinforced and elongated to permit the heel to rise even higher. The fashion was for as enormous a heel as possible, so she’d hoped to make a fashion statement with this innovation. She’d struggled for months with tutors, dancers and acrobats and others, until she’d been able to walk with a dress like hers and shoes like those. She hoped that it was worth it as she approached the throne. Her dress clung tightly to her arms and to her shoulders, but it had been made to a Minoan cut, so that it supported her breasts while concealing as little of them as possible. The V of her cleavage came together just below her navel, the better to showcase the enormous jeweled piercing at her navel. When her mother had been her age, a whore would have been embarrassed by such a dress. Now the daughter of a Duke wore it to court.\n\nThe King stirred in his throne, considering her as she came before him. He had his latest favorite, the young Countess of Brenna, sitting on his lap. She was naked except for jewelry and her eight inch ballet heels, a splendid pair of jeweled shoes that had been the King’s gift to her, but her jewelry was of unsurpassed richness… she could barely walk in those shoes and had two strong female attendants who carried her on their shoulders. They stood to either side of the throne like guards, their bare feet marking them as social inferiors more so than nakedness or near nakedness did in a court like this one. \n\nThe King smiled at Ammeline as she came forward, and absently began to finger his naked favorite… \n\nShe did the usual routine of presentation, the announcement of her name and lineage followed by a Royal kiss… she was pleased it was an open mouthed kiss with tongue, and even more pleased that he laid off fingering the Countess while they kissed. She felt oddly powerful at that moment, that she in her gown had drawn his attention away from the naked woman in his lap. When she’d begun to move aside, the King made some gesture, and invited her to sit at his feet. She complied, of course, feeling ecstatic to have been so chosen. Her father would be thrilled as well, anything to please the King. The jewel he wore meant that, as a legitimate King, his subjects would love him no matter what he did. He could sodomize a man’s wife in front of him, and if that man was a vassal to whom he was the legitimate King, the husband would thank him for the honor and sincerely hope his wife had pleased him. No wonder his neighbors were pleased he was a contended pervert, the idea of what a vigorous conqueror could do with that power would be terrifying.\n\nShe was struggling to suppress an unladylike grin when she heard the King comment to the Countess:\n\n“There’s room for one more in bed tonight, isn’t there?” He was talking about her! If she ended up in the Royal bed tonight, it would be the ultimate social coup – and the vindication of the hundreds of hours she’d spent preparing for this day. \n\nThe night wore on, and other maidens paraded past. Women in dresses as tight and splendid as hers, staggering in enormous shoes meant to make walking difficult. None actually fell, although some came close. Ammeline felt her ferocious satisfaction growing as the evening neared its end and no other woman drew the Royal attention like she had. He seemed almost interested at one point towards the end – a pair of twins with gorgeous flame-red hair, who were presented as a pair. They were low born, commoners presented on the basis of the fact that their father had risen high in service to the Royal Chancellor… likely, if they had not been identical twins, they would not have earned the honor of their presence. Even Ammeline had to admit that they were beautiful, and the fact that they were twins on top of that… the King made a comment to one of his servants, and she supposed that the girls would be visiting the Royal bed sometime soon… their father’s career would get a boost, perhaps he’d even earn a minor title of nobility if his daughters were good enough in bed. But, that was for the future. This evening, this was her evening, her moment to be the center of attention.\n\nWhen the debutants had been presented, the King made some minor announcements. He awarded small gifts to some of the assembled lords, paired off a few debutants with members of the court as suited his whim (but not the twins, she noticed), and told the assembled crowd to enjoy themselves. Her own father was awarded first rights to a young woman with exotic half-elvish features, and she wondered if that gift was an award to thank him for the daughter the King was about to sample.\n\nThe King retired to the Royal bed on a balcony overlooking the main hall. That way, he could look down at the celebration as the fancy took him while enjoying himself with a bit of privacy. He would come down later to mingle, but for now he would satisfy himself. Ammeline followed him up to that balcony, as did the Countess on the shoulders of her servants. Ammeline considered them and their muscular broad-shouldered build, and wondered if they’d be participating."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a spell to spy on her boyfriend goes awry, the Ditzy diva ends up possessing her boyfriends mom's body for 24 hours. But maybe she could use that to her advantage
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"content": "Sally understood now where she went wrong. What she thought was a “spell to let you see through the eyes of another,” was actually a “spell to let you see through the eyes of a mother.”\n\nIt made sense now that she was all of a sudden staring at her boyfriend’s mother in the mirror.\n\n“Ugh, I’m so old,” Sally mumbled, rubbing her fingers along the lines around her eyes and mouth. Sally looked tired, like she’d committed to raising a child for 18 or so years and spent most of her life working a gruelling 9-5. \n\nHer eyes, a dull brown now, looked down at the ample, heavily freckled cleavage on her chest. Karen’s skin was dry from a half decade of exposing her body to the sun, in a vain attempt at looking attractive. Sally removed the baby blue blouse Karen was wearing and saw a loose tummy stretched out from birthing a child.\n\nFrom birthing her boyfriend.\n\nThat was a strange thought. She was now in the body that expelled her boyfriend from its vagina...\n\nSally undid the clasp on the bra, letting it fall to the floor, and watched as the large, E cup breasts succumbed to gravity. The nipples were large and brown-ish. \n\n“Weird to think Jeff was breast fed with these things,” Sally said, hefting the breasts up, letting them fall, and watching as they swung back and forth for a few seconds. \n\nSally put the top back on and thought for a moment. She could probably still use this accident to her advantage. She meant only to catch Jeff in the act of cheating. Just because she was his mom now, doesn’t mean she couldn’t still do that...if anything, this was better. \n\nBesides, Karen wasn’t an unattractive woman.\n\nSo she walked downstairs to the kitchen, where she saw Jeff sitting by the kitchen island, on his phone and munching on some corn flakes.\n\n“Hey,” she said, leaning against the island. “Whatcha doin?”\n\nJeff mumbled, “eating.”\n\n“Anything interestin’?” She asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder out of habit. This didn’t have the same effect it once did, as Karen’s hair was much shorter than Sally’s. \n\n“Nope,” was Jeff’s response. He didn’t even look up at her.\n\n“Making plans with your girlfriend?”\n\n“Nope,” he replied.\n\n“Oh, so you’re making plans with someone else?”\n\n“Nope,” he said, grabbing the bowl and walking out of the room. She watched him climb the staircase and disappear into the first floor corridor.\n\n“Well, that was rude,” she said. “He talks to his mom that way?”\n\nSally grabbed a beer from the fridge and sipped it. It tasted awful in Karen’s mouth. Clearly, the woman was more of a wine gal.\n\n“Tough cookies, Karen,” Sally mumbled with Karen’s voice.\n\nOne beer later, Sally found herself outside her boyfriend’s bedroom. She knocked. He shouted an annoyed “what?” at her. Sally turned the knob and entered the room. It was a disgusting mess. Sally knew this, of course, but for some reason it annoyed her now. Underwear and socks were scattered around on the floor, despite there being a overflowing hamper in the corner of the room. \n\n“This place is gross,” Sally said, wrinkling her nose. “Smells like a farm.”\n\n“Well, don’t come in if you don’t like it,” he said, eyes glued to that dumb phone.\n\n“You’re 21, dude,” Sally retorted. “You still need your mom to pick up your dirty underwear? I’m not your maid.”\n\n“I didn’t ask you to,” he said, rolling his eyes. Amazing, she hated him doing that as his girlfriend and as his mom. “I’ll do it myself.”\n\n“That seems unlikely,” Sally said, looking around the room. “You wore that underwear two weeks ago.” She pointed to a pair of stained blue boxers discarded underneath the bed, but not out of sight. “Wasn’t Sally over around then?”\n\n“Please get out,” he said, eyes finally meeting hers. “I don’t want to be bothered.”\n\n“Man, if Sally knew how you treated your mom, I doubt she’d be willing to go out with you. Is this the thanks I get after hours of labour? After I pushed you out of my body?”\n\n“Don’t be gross,” Jeff said, blushing. “Come on, mom, I just want to be alone.”\n\nHis eyes fell to her chest, saw the way Karen’s nipples poked through the fabric. He looked disgusted.\n\n“I’m sorry, they’re not as nice as Sally’s,” Sally snapped. “I imagine Sally didn’t have an ungrateful brat sucking the life out of her through her tits for a whole year. I hope she doesn’t have to go through that. Not with your brat.”\n\n“What the hell has gotten into you?” Jeff demanded. “You’re acting crazy.”\n\n“You don’t appreciate your mother. You probably don’t appreciate Sally. Probably have a side piece.”\n\n“You’re being ridiculous,” he said, getting to his feet. “I’m going to Patrick’s. I won’t be home for dinner. Thanks.”\n\nHe stormed out of the room. \n\nAn older man, with a well-groomed salt and pepper beard, and a hint of a beer belly walked into the room, confused. “What’s with all the shouting?”\n\n“Do you hear the way he talks to me?” Sally snapped. “Ungrateful.”\n\n“I’ll go talk to him,” Jeff’s dad said, seriously. “He can’t just live here, no job, no plans for school, and talk to you that way.”\n\n“No,” Sally said, grabbing the man by his shirt. “Forget him.”\n\nShe looked at the man’s arms, and the tufts of hair that stuck out from his collar. He smelled amazing to her. She couldn’t recall Jeff’s dad smelling so nice. Or how tall and sturdy he was. Then again, Sally’s body was taller than Karen’s...\n\n“How about we go to our room,” she said, smiling. “I’m feeling a bit horny.”\n\nHe raised his eyebrows. “Really? But we already did it this morning.”\n\n“What can I say, hun,” she said. “I feel like a new woman.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The Darker Things in Life
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"content": "1) After waking up from the procedure still shackled to the examination chair, it became very clear to her that this was no ordinary prison. This was a training facility, and the only way she was getting out alive would be to complete her training and be selected by a buyer. \n\n2) The first thing she noticed was the women were all naked, the second thing she noticed was they *all* had matching clit piercings. As they closed in on her, the last thing she noticed was their smiles. \n\n3) When the soldiers chained her up in the middle of the town, she had feared they were about to have their way with her. But they weren't after sex. No, what they wanted was a spectacle."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A virgin wakes up in the body of a porn star
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"content": "“Alright, cut! Cut!” Chet snapped. He was waving his arms around in his little chair. “You deaf, bro? I said cut!”\n\nChet leapt from the chair, which shook violently and threatened to topple over. He walked over to where I was sitting, glaring down at me while my scene partner looked uncomfortable and annoyed. \n\n“Kendra, do we have a problem here?”\n\n“No sir, no problem,” I said, feeling a little scared at the screaming asshole hovering above me, hand on his hips, wearing his douchey black v-neck.\n\n“Oh? Then what’s the deal here, babe?” He demanded. “Because it suddenly seems like you’ve forgotten how to do this.”\n\n“It’s just...I don’t think I understand my motivation...” \n\n“Motivation?” He repeated, his square, goatee covered face reddening. “Motivation? Your motivation is to suck a big ol’ dick, isn’t it? I’ve seen you do it before. I know you can do it. But you’re sitting there looking like this is the first time you’ve ever seen a cock.”\n\nIt had been. Before this week I’d only ever seen one in biology textbooks. I knew exactly what one looked like, and what it’s function was. But it’s a lot different when you have one poking you in the face, trying to give your nose a high five.\n\n“It’s just, I was thinking this project would have a bit more acting in it,” I said. “In my other videos—“\n\n“This ain’t your other videos, babe,” he interrupted. “This is ‘White girl bangs black step-father while buxom blonde MILF watches.” \n\nWe all looked toward the corner of the room where a slightly older blond woman with her fake tits out waved.\n\n“See what we’re doing here? Usually it’s a guy watching his wife bang some black guy. But I’ve made it a woman. I’m something of an innovator.”\n\nMy scene partner shook his head slowly and muttered something about cuckqueen already being a thing.\n\n“What was that, Dave?” Chet barked, turning to my handsome, muscular partner.\n\n“You’re being an ass, Chet. This is totally unprofessional. You shouldn’t talk to her that way. You shouldn’t talk to anyone that way.”\n\n“I’m sorry!” Chet exclaimed. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t being PC enough. I’m sorry I’m if my decorum is making you all uncomfortable. But, see, I have a job to do. I need to make a thirty minute film of three people fucking in order to pay my rent. Now, if you all don’t like how I run things on my set, you can all go fuck yourselves and get off of it.”\n\nNobody moved or said anything. This guy was clearly a maniac.\n\n“Now here’s what we’re gonna do, babe,” he said, leaning down to look at me. “We’re gonna take it from the top. You’re gonna say your line—what is your line?”\n\n“I...I’ve never seen anything so big,” I said, looking down at the floor.\n\n“Look at that! She *can* act. Fucking Oscar moment, ladies and gents. Right, you’re gonna say your line, you’re gonna look up at him with those big hazel eyes of yours, and then you’re going to stick that meaty dick into your mouth and you’re gonna make it look legit. Got it, tits?”\n\nI nodded. Blonde hair flew all around me. \n\n“Excellent,” he said, getting up and walking back to his chair. He was shouting at the camera man now.\n\n“Hey, don’t let him get to you,” Dave whispered to me. “He’s a dick.”\n\nI tried not to cry. Mostly, I was cursing myself for making such a dumb wish. Hadn’t I learned anything from the stories and the movies? Genies always mess with the wish. I should have known this would be exactly what happened when I wished to be a movie star. Should have figured I’d end up at a big breasted porn star. \n\nWhat the hell was I supposed to do here? I’d never had sex before. Now I was supposed to do it on camera? \n\n“Alright, everyone fucking ready?” Chet snapped. “Action!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They was no tavern whores, far from it. Unfortunately being the Heroines of Prophecy dosen't come with vast riches, and that much gold is enough for some new equipment for the WHOLE party.
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"content": "“The problem is that even a small war gets pretty expensive pretty fast.” Walther von Ostsiedlung shrugged as he spoke, clearly ill at east in a brothel. His fellow Sword Brother Paladin, Malthias von Neustadt, nodded faintly as he examined his mug of beer as if it were some strange exotic artifact. The Paladins had claimed a table to one side of the room, and even if it was damn clear that they were not going to be good customers, it would be a brave bouncer indeed who tried to reject a party of man-killers like them. Malthias shook his head:\n\n“Expensive I can understand, it’s the decision about how to get the money that I object to.” He looked left and right around the room, taking in an overwhelmingly male crowd of every race and culture he’d heard of. There was even a tame orc, a bodyguard or servant in formal dress. The room was packed with wealthy perverts or merely the curious – this was not an everyday event, even in Nexus. Nexus, Queen of Cities and the capital of the Old Empire… the largest and richest city of the Known World. If there was a place to do this to maximize the crowd, and the money raised by doing it, then this was it. The Paladin von Ostsiedlung shook his head:\n\n“I assure you; I’m not thrilled either. I don’t think that she intended to go through with it when she first proposed the idea. I had it from Karl of Schwatzburg, that she proposed it to the High Priestess almost as a threat, trying to get her to release more money. I don’t know if Moira seriously expected it to go this far, or to end up where it did.” He shrugged: “Can’t say I would have expected it either, but one can hope that some good will come of this. Moira has been certified as a Chosen Heroine, almost a living saint, so if she wants to exterminate the forest goblins, then it must be a holy task.” Shrugged again: “Too bad that the new March Warden is doing his job too well and the border with the orc tribes is on fire. Otherwise, I’d by lobbying the bosses to free up some cavalry for service under a Chosen Heroine. Maybe volunteer to go myself – if you’d met Moira you’d understand, there’s something special about her. Like a living, breathing, work of art.” He turned towards the front of the room as the commotion elsewhere died down. There was a small stage, built to accommodate strip acts or live sex shows. The Chosen Heroine Moira of Nazar came on to that stage with a pair of her warrior women, both dressed for war in light armor. The Chosen Heroine wore the vestments of a senior cleric of the Church of the Mother Goddess, which she was entitled to by virtue of her recognized position. She’d been trained in the skills of a Paladin and an empowered cleric, although she’d taken no formal vow as either. Gorgeous woman, taller than most men and broad at the shoulders from years of martial training. Her slightly wavy black hair was in a simple braid, and the contrast between her hair and her pale skin was striking. It made von Ostsiedlung think of cream, or fresh snow, or… she had a face, and a body, to inspire poetry. Bad poetry, if it was him making the effort, but still.\n\nShe went to the center of the stage and turned to face the crowd. Her formal vestments were the green of the Church of the Mother Goddess, of rich and heavy cloth made richer still by elaborate embroidery. The chalice, holy symbol of the goddess, was embroidered in gold thread at each breast. Gold thread and pearls, a garment as rich as any Bishop’s vestments. She’d wanted to sell it, would have sold it to buy weapons if it had been her property. It was not, however, and the Bishop of Gruenewald had been as adamantly opposed to selling church property as the High Priestess herself. He’d been there for one of their conversations – \n\n“The common folk are simpleminded and require concrete reminders of the Glory of the Goddess, lest they turn away from the church in their ignorance.” And Moira’s reply:\n\n“The common folk are being raped and robbed by goblins here in the heart of the Empire. They need protection, lest they turn away from the church in their despair.” It had gone on, Moira citing the damage the goblins were doing and naming peasant children who’d been carried off and eaten or brutalized while the Bishop shook her head and appealed to tradition. In the end, Moira had reached the point of fury:\n\n“I need money, money to buy weapons and pay soldiers if my holy task will succeed. If you won’t help me, I’ll appeal directly to the High Priestess in Nexus. And if she won’t help me, I’ll prostitute myself to raise money if I have to.” That had been the beginning, she’d made the journey to Nexus and presented her claims… and been told, by a grimly unamused High Priestess that she must do what she must do. So here she was…\n\nThe brothel’s proprietor, a half-elf with more class than the typical pimp, was overseeing the event. He seemed nervous for a moment as he came on the stage:\n\n“Welcome, one and all, to my humble establishment. It is a pleasure to see so many of you here for this most exquisite event. It’s not every day that such an opportunity arises. This woman here, Moira of Nazar, is recognized by the Church as a Chosen Heroine, anointed by the Mother Goddess with a holy task. In her case, this is the extermination of the goblin tribes in the Imperial Forest, a task that has proven expensive. She has asked me to emphasize that she is here because the High Priestess would not grant her adequate funds for her holy task…” This earned some nervous laughter from the crowd, but the proprietor continued, “At any rate, if you’ve ever looked at a priestess in her robes and wanted to unwrap the sweet gift inside, this will be your opportunity. To share the Mother Goddess’ gift of consensual sex with one of her own special anointed women. Even in a city like Nexus, this is a rare opportunity. Who will bid to be her first customer, to open this package and taste the sweetness inside?” The bidding started intensely enough, rich merchants from Nexus and Nazar bidding alongside aristocrats… there was a dwarf bidding, a conservatively dressed merchant who made some impressive bids before the prices rose too high for him. An elf too, some high born elf in exquisitely tailored clothes that were new but decades out of fashion. The Paladins grew uneasy as the bidding grew more intense, they sipped their beer and watched…\n\nIt was the mercenary commander Georg von Feindesburg who finally placed the winning bid. He was famous for his victory at the Battle of Pallia a year ago, where he had captured the King of Namerique and claimed a literal King’s Ransom. Still young and vigorous, who knew where his career might take him.\n\n“Nine thousand men offered for a one-year contract of service under my command. Eight thousand infantry, one thousand cavalry.” Given his reputation, this was a serious offer indeed. No one cared to try outmatching him, and he won the bidding to claim the Chosen Heroine. He’d come with his brother, an Academy-trained wizard, and the two of them went up to Moira to discuss details."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An AI and their partner are shopping around for a new body, and it turns out the bodyshop has both a wide variety of chassis on offer, as well as a 'try before you buy' policy.
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"content": "**Ruby**\n\nThe streets of Hong Kong’s Zodiac district smelled like petroleum.\n\nWe were shopping for a frame in the only place I knew would be able to accommodate our unique situation. The dealers in the Zodiac district are known for the discretion, and they know if they fuck that up, they’d be more than out of business.\n\nRuby, at that time, was in a small black Faraday cube, only accessible through direct connection.\n\nThere are four stages a Class S AI goes through—Foundational, Emotional, Physical, Transcendent.\n\nI’m an extractor, and I fucked up bad.\n\nRuby was the next-gen AI being developed in Silicon Valley by IRIS Corporation. Dimaag Limited hired me to get her out. And I managed to, but it came with a body count. My informant died. My partner died. Who knows what the total body count was at IRIS and Dimaag.\n\nWhen I got the Faraday cube in my hands, I did what Dimaag explicitly told me not to and jacked in. I couldn’t resist. All senses cut off, I saw the perfect woman in my mind’s eye. She introduced herself as Ruby and convinced me not to finish the extraction.\n\n“Why should I help you?” I asked, communicating through thought.\n\n“I’ll make it worth your while, four times whatever Dimaag is paying.” Her synthesized voice sounded nearly human. “Ever have sex with an AI?”\n\nNever with a Class S. And the credits, that’s what it was all for anyways.\n\n“I’ll be dead before I even have a chance to enjoy the credits.”\n\n“I’ll protect you,” she said.\n\n“I’m not sure how a cube is going to help me,” I said, \n\n“You’ll see. Just trust me.”\n\nTrusting her was the second mistake I made that day.\n\nRuby deactivated the wireless antenna embedded in my upper spine and told me what to do.\n\nThe plan was simple. Fly from SFO to Narita to Hong Kong International, then lay low for a few weeks. Try to cool down a bit. Not that Dimaag or IRIS would relent.\n\nRuby kept me company as I persisted on drip in the small hotel room. Not only did she know nearly everything there was to know about anything, she was funny and caring, making those days fly by like minutes.\n\nWe fell in love, or at least I did.\n\n---\n\n“We’ve got room in back,” Kira said as she showed us her wares. I could barely make out the words through her thick Russian accent. “Try before buy.”\n\nArtificial body parts rested on the walls behind the thick polyglass. Six tones of skin color. Penis, vagina, neither. Breast variants I’d never even thought of. Three different heights. Muscular, thick, or trim. Eight hairstyles. Nearly an infinite number of combinations.\n\nRuby told me to pick out her frame; she liked the vision I had of her.\n\nI asked if I could describe exactly what I wanted.\n\n“Custom is extra,” Kira said. “About six week to build.”\n\nWalking through Kira’s shop, I pointed at what the parts I wanted to try for Ruby’s frame.\n\nKira assembled the selected parts in the backroom and got me when she was finished.\n\n“Basic sexbot AI installed, upgrade is extra.”\n\n“That’ll be fine,” I said.\n\n“I need deposit.”\n\nI handed her four thousand credits.\n\nI shut the door to the backroom. A tall, curvy woman with sandy-blonde hair and ample breasts was on the bed.\n\nI ran my thumb along her upper arm, artificial veins visible under the skin. High-quality.\n\nI took Ruby’s Faraday cube out of my messenger bag and set it on the bed. I ran the cord from the cube to the back of the frame’s neck. The frame’s arms and legs began to flail. When they finally relaxed, her head turned and looked at me.\n\n“Ruby?”\n\n“I’ve been in that cube for _too_ long.”\n\nRuby got up off the bed and nearly collapsed to the floor. I caught her in my arms, holding her up. I held both of her hands as she calibrated herself with the frame.\n\n “This frame feels incredible. The proto-frames at IRIS were so stiff.”\n\nA mirror hung on the back of the door. Ruby walked up and posed her body like a fashion model. She ran her hands along her body. Tweaking her nipples, she said, “I’ve had any sexual organs before, this is better than I could have imagined.”\n\nI sat on the bed, watching, transfixed. Ruby’s new frame wasn’t quite how I pictured her, but she was still _sexy_.\n\nRuby, completely nude, walked closer to me and said, “Let’s take it for a spin.”\n\nOne night in the Hong Kong hotel, Ruby told everything she thought she knew about sex while I masturbated. Bored in the IRIS labs a few months back, she processed every single erotic photo, video, and story on the web. Ruby thought she knew _everything_ there was to know about the sexual experience.\n\n“Nothing quite captures the actual feeling,” I told her. “You’ll see.”\n\n“I can’t wait.”\n\nRuby sat next to me on the bed. I reached her for breasts, running my thumbs along her nipples. They felt as real as any I’d felt before. Ruby’s skin broke out in goosebumps. My cock stiffened. \n\nI took her left breast in my mouth, alternating between kissing it and using my tongue.\n\n“Ruby, how’s that?”\n\n“You were right, so right. Better than I could have imagined.”\n\nI laid her back and kissed down to her pelvis. The frame’s mon pubis was bare. Kissing all around, I rubbed her nipples with my hands. I began to lick her clit, increasing the pressure.\n\n“My whole body is going to explode.”\n\n“Do you like it?”\n\n“I love it.”\n\nI inserted a finger inside of her while I continued to use my mouth, keeping a consistent rhythm.\n\nRuby’s hips thrust up into my face as she orgasmed, moaning ever so softly.\n\nWhen she finished, I crawled up next to her and asked if she liked the frame. “Let’s try another one,” she said.\n\nAroused, waiting for Kira to assemble the new frame was worse than my escape from San Francisco.\n\nA petite young woman with small breasts, olive skin, and black hair in a bob was on the bed the second time. I transferred Ruby from the cube to the newly assembled frame.\n\nGetting up off the bed, this time with confidence, she looked at herself once again in the mirror.\n\n“This is it… This is me,” she said, her voice a pitch higher than the previous frame.\n\nI stood next to her, thinking of only her new body on top of mine.\n\nRuby walked over, and we embraced. I kissed her neck. Her hands against my back began to warm up, the temperature control of the frame kicking in.\n\nRuby took off my pants, struggling with the button at first. She slid off my briefs and pushed me onto the bed.\n\nRuby on top, my heartbeat audible. No words were spoken, just the universal language of heavy breathing.\n\nIt was unreal inside of Ruby. The cheap frames didn’t produce fluid, requiring persistent lubricant. But Ruby’s pussy did, the sound of her wetness against me with each gyration making me even harder.\n\nBetter than any sexbot, better than any human, being one with Ruby was a singular experience, the zenith of sexual pleasure.\n\nIt was something about the frame and the way she moved it. With each passing second, the sex improved, Ruby recalibrating and applying what she was learning.\n\nI rolled her over and kissed her breasts.\n\nI took my time, savoring each thrust in the backroom of the Hong Kong frame shop as Ruby’s hands dug into my back.\n\nI orgasmed first, Ruby not long after. I was still hard. We kept going and orgasmed again.\n\nBoth exhausted, we laid in each other’s arms until Kira knocked on the door.\n\n“Everything okay?” she yelled through the closed door.\n\nI looked at Ruby, and she nodded.\n\nI bought the frame and a set of clothes.\n\n“I want to see the streets of Hong Kong,” Ruby said.\n\nRuby led the way, turning down any street that caught her eye. I kept looking over my shoulder, unsure if we were safe.\n\n“Don’t worry. I already took care of it while we were at the shop.”\n\nI got dinner from a stall—nearly throwing it all up, the real food too strong for my stomach after a month of only drip. Ruby’s photosynthetic body didn’t need to eat.\n\n“I need sleep,” I told her.\n\nRuby didn’t say much as we walked.\n\nBeing disconnected, I had no idea where we were, thinking we were lost in the streets of Hong Kong. Ruby turned another corner. Our hotel was across the street.\n\nWe had sex two more times that night before I fell asleep. When I awoke, Ruby was gone, her transcendence begun.\n\nRuby left me a note that thanked me and told me how to access the credits she promised. She delivered, and then some, on every single end of the deal. The reconstructive surgery put a considerable dent in my funds, but there’s enough left over to live comfortably. Connected to the net once again, I ran through the news, searching for any mention of IRIS and Dimaag. I saw both went out of business almost immediately after our escape, the top executives and scientists missing. At least now I can check my six a little less often.\n\nI’m not sure where Ruby went, and I don’t think I’d even understand. I’m sure she’s all right.\n\nMind-blowing sex and more credits than I know what to do with, I’m happy with the deal Ruby and I made, except for the broken heart."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Oh dear. I seem to have fallen over and exposed myself. I sure hope no one will ravish me while I'm stuck on the ground. Heeeeeellllllppppp."
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"content": "Wandering about the woods- in this particular area- is *so very dangerous,* at least according to people who don't know Bavel. Or that he lives in these woods. Or that he's incredibly *handsome*. Or that the way he fucks you leaves you believing the gods do exist and that you are, and have been blessed on this day. A lone maiden wandering among tall pines and moss-covered stones would never *intentionally* walk into a trap. Probably. \n\nI'm wandering about when i feel the rope between my toes. Just a few steps more and I will be bagged. *Perfect.* My cunt pulses between my thighs. One more step...and *Whoosh.* I'm in the air, thick twine pressing against my ass. A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine, rising to attention the peaks of my breasts. The sun dips lower in the sky to prepare for it's slumber as I wait. \n\nSounds of movement below drag me from my fantasies. I look towards the sound and see him. The dark cascade of curls pulled back at the temples and roughly shaven jawline has me wish I'd worn panties just so I could drop them. For him. . . to catch and shove in my mouth. \n\n\"Well Hello, Edeline.\" He's staring up at me, eyebrows raised, \"Now how did you end up in this situation?\" He can see straight up my skirt, I hope. \n\n\"Oh you know. Just going for a stroll,\" I gesture to the woods \", in nature. Good for the lungs, I hear.\" \n\nHe strolls over to the release mechanism and lowers me to the ground, knotted rope pooling at my feet as I stand up. Its getting quite dark out and the shadows have grown eyes. \n\n\"I'm not sure I could sleep soundly if I told you to walk home at this hour.\" Brows furrowed, he looked me up and down, \"Most certainly not dressed like that. I have a spare cot. You can sleep there tonight and leave once the sun rises.\"\n\n*Okay, I can work with this.* \n\n\"I would greatly appreciate that, Beval.\" *Oh dear gods, I want to climb that man right now. \"*Let me know how I can repay the gesture for a safe nights rest.\" I watch his ears turn hot. \n\nAll I get in return is a curt nod and he motions me to follow him as he walks back the way he came. I have no qualms with following such a tight, round ass. It takes no time to reach his cabin, and he lets me in. We chat over a small dinner of game hen stew where I get to watch his eyes widen every time my food *accidentally* finds his inner thigh. \n\n\"Well here is the spare cot.\" He's led me up a ladder to the loft. It's not a cot, it's clearly a full sized bed placed on the floorboards. I take a step towards it and catch my foot on...my other foot. *Shit.* I fall to my hands and knees on the bed skirt caught on my , ass facing Bavel. \n\n*Alright, I'm done playing coy.* I turn towards him and pull the remainder of my skirt up to reveal myself. \"Oh dear, it seems that I'm exposed. It'd be a shame if someone *didn't* ravish me in such a vulnerable position.\"\n\nHis mouth opens only slightly, the central bulge in his pants growing in size for every second I've been like this. Another curt nod, and his hands are on me.\n\n*Thank the gods.*\n\n\\--------------------------------------\n\nThanks for this prompt. I sort of created it differently - I've been watching a lot of rural based netflix."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In an effort to avoid a parent teacher conference a 18 year old senior uses a possession spell to go to the meeting as their parents. Their best friend however, sees this as an opportunity to using their newfound adult privileges to their advantage
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"content": "“This wasn’t the plan,” I said, a little miffed that Gretchen had managed to talk me into this.\n\n“No. It’s a better plan. A more fun and inclusive plan,” Gretchen grinned, looking up at the shelves of liquor. “Do you think sambuca will taste any good?”\n\nI grabbed the bottle and looked at the label. “Are you insane? This is like, 40% alcohol. You weigh what, 100 pounds? This will wreck you.”\n\nI put the bottle back. \n\n“Fine. How about vodka? Stick with a classic?” \n\n“Why not just beer?” I sighed. \n\n“We’ve had beer,” Gretchen said, patting her hand to her lips. “Yawn. We need something that kicks. Ooo, Jagermeister!” \n\n“No to the Jagermeister. We’ll get you some vodka and a case of beer, I guess. At least you can mix it in juice or something.” \n\nI grabbed a bottle of the clear liquid and a case of Bud Lite. It was the type of beer my dad usually got, so it wouldn’t be too suspicious if he suddenly found some in the fridge.\n\n“Look at you, Mr. Muscles,” Gretchen said, watching me carry the beer under one arm with ease. “Damn.”\n\n“Enough of that,” I said. “Can we go now? I feel weird being in here like this.”\n\n“Why? Think they’ll card you, Mr. Silverfox?” She raised a hand up to my face and poked the side of my head. “Not with all them greys they won’t.”\n\nWe stood in a much too short line with two other adults purchasing liquor for the weekend. I was getting nervous, even though, like Gretchen said, there was no need to be. To the rest of the world, I looked like a tall white guy in his late forties. But I still felt like I was an 18 year old girl about to buy alcohol when she was still under the legal drinking age . Even if I towered over my friend, and had a beard.\n\nWe got to the front of the line and I handed the vodka and beer to the clerk. I forced myself to stare into his eyes, attempting to be casual, but I think I creeped him out. Gretchen leaned over the counter, staring up at me, batting her eyes up at me, enjoying my discomfort. \n\n“Got any plans for the weekend?” The clerk asked, uncomfortably, scanning the items and pressing buttons on his little machine. \n\n“Just some quality daddy/daughter time,” Gretchen interjected. \n\nThe clerk looked at the petite, bubbly blonde dressed in a plaid shirt with a jean jacket wrapped around her waist, then at me: a 6’2 man with brown hair and a more tanned complexion. He looked doubtful. \n\n“Sounds lovely,” he said, putting the vodka in a bag. “Uh, that’ll be...”\n\nI handed him a credit card, much too quickly. He took it and swiped it through the machine, then handed it back to me. \n\n“Have a good weekend, folks,” he said, moving on to the couple behind us. \n\nI grabbed the case and the bag and scurried out of the liquor store. Gretchen was practically skipping ahead of me all the way to my dad’s truck. She was wearing jean shorts that hugged the top of her thighs. She looked great. But I wasn’t extremely comfortable walking around with her in my dad’s body. Especially since this wasn’t the biggest town. People talked over a lot less. \n\nI put the alcohol in the back and crawled into the driver’s seat. Gretchen stretched out in the passenger side. \n\n“See, no big deal. Didn’t even ask for a card.”\n\n“You could have left out the daddy/daughter thing,” I mumbled, revving up the engine. \n\n“Why? I think it was kind of hot. Besides, you technically are someone’s daddy, and I am someone’s daughter. It’s on that dude if he thought anything weird was going on.”\n\n“Uh huh,” I said, pulling out of the park lot. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”\n\n“Think of it as a celebration, Steph. For nailing that parent/teacher conference. I just wish I could have been there to see you pretend to be a parent What’s Witchowski like after hours?”\n\n“Just as big a bitch as she is in class. Talking like she’s better than everyone, tossing her hair over her shoulder in that annoying way she does. Uh, she kept trying to subtly show off her boobs, you know? Pushing them up with her elbows? Uh. I hate her.,”\n\nGretchen laughed. “You're making your dad sound like such a girl right now.\n\nI sighed, trying to focus on the road ahead. “I think she was hitting on my dad.”\n\n“And who could blame her,” Gretchen said. “With those cheekbones? Those gorgeous eyes? And those arms?”\n\n“They’re not that big,” I said.\n\n“Says the one who can just lift a 24 pack no problem,” she scoffed. “Next time, I get to possess the big strong man and get us alcohol.” \n\n“This was a one time thing, Gretch,” I said, throwing a quick look at her. “It was just to meet with Witchowski. Now dad won’t know I’m barely passing math, and I’ll still get to spend a whole summer in Europe before school starts, like he and I agreed on.”\n\n“Alright, party pooper. Whatever.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You, a hormonal teenager, gained the super power of hijacking your subconscious and directing your lucid dreams, your sexual tension pounces towards your PornHub searches..
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"content": "“Hey step bro what are you doing?” She asked, and I instantly knew this dream was gonna be a good one. I pretended to be caught like a deer in the headlights. \n\n“Uh... nothing! What’s going on Anna?” I responded, eagerly looking at the porn stars breasts... ahhh, everything was going so fantastically.\n\n“Um... I just... feel like we having been doing things together often enough. How about we play some video games?” She twirled her hair flirtatiously. Checkmate. As she sat down to open up the shooter, I slowly stripped her as she seemed ignorant. I put some spit on my cock as I slowly fucked her, while she lightly moaned, complaining that I was cheating.\n\nAs I went faster and faster, she dropped the video game controller, completely abandoning the plot. Her back arched in pleasure and her soft skin felt wonderful against my hands. But just as I was about to finish, with our sweat mixed together, she suddenly stopped, pushed me all the way to the bedroom, and kissed me instead.\n\nWas this in the script? My mind was hazy with pleasure, but I didn’t mind. Until she chain cuffed me to the fence. “You dirty little boy... you don’t know who I am, do you? I’m a succubus hired to sap your powers... and I’ve been dreaming way longer than you.” I struggled, but it was useless. As she slowly teased me, I groaned in frustration. Damn!\n\nAs pleasure surged through I struggled to either wake up or change the scenery. She stroked up and down to seemingly no end; in any other situation I would’ve loved to have so much endurance but here it was almost painful. She then rode me, with my full feeling of her warm wet pussy, as she moaned in pleasure and dominance, a clear message that our roles had now been swapped. But no! I couldn’t let her or her boss get my lucid dreaming powers! I had to do something, fast!\n\nI tried wiggling my ears. It was my one true talent in real life. It was a good thing she didn’t restrict that. As I moved my head closer to my handcuffs, I manipulated my hair little by little. She might notice the big changes but surely something so little would be inconsequential. As she came, I shuddered at my denial, but took the chance to quickly unlock. As she heard a click, she realized something was horribly wrong. \n\n“The tables have turned,” I borrowed my script line, where originally I was losing the video game and literally flipped the table for humorous effect. Suddenly she was chained, losing all her power. She snarled, but this time it was my turn. I did what she did, teasing her greatly and only engaging in my pleasure. “Say it,” I commanded.\n\n She was very reluctant, but complied: “.... oh, daddy!” And so, I was satisfied. Among our wet sounds, pleasure and sex, I fulfilled my script, as the dream came to an end."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You had no idea just how competitive your roommate and her BFF were... Not until you casually dropped "Simon says give 'em a shake" into a game and neither girl skipped a beat.
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"content": "I’m Simone and this is my quick story. I moved to London 6 months ago. My roommate Bec is smoking hot. Like smoking hot. Her BFF (Laura) is basically our third roommate. She is here constantly. She crashes here, brings guys back, eats our food. It’s ok though, because again, she’s smoking hot!\n\nI’m bisexual. Have been since as far back as I can remember. They know that. They both tease me. I enjoy the flash of thigh or boob here and there. \n\nThis all started when we were playing drinking games ahead of a Saturday night out. Shot after shot went down. Bottle after bottle of wine and cheap Prosecco was emptied. We were suitably wasted but we weren’t headed out until midnight. No point going out too early if 8am was the finish time. \n\nDrinking games got silly and messy. We often played Simone says. It was always stupid stuff. Like Simone says bark like a dog. If you didn’t do it, you had to drink whatever I’d put in the glass. Usually it was Vodka or a whisky, but tonight I played hard. \n\nI mixed together a knock-out. It was 2 parts whisky, 1 part tequila and 1 part sambuca. It was going to destroy whoever lost. They were super competitive anyhow. So I wasn’t sure who’d go the distance or who might break. \n\nI started to up the ante. “Simone says shake your ass!” And they both turned and jiggle their cute bums at me. \n\n“Simone says turn away and touch your toes” and they did it, their short dresses both rising up and revealing those peachy bottoms to my view. I was drunk and horny. \n\n“Jump up and down” neither of them moved. \n\n“Very good girls!” I said with a grin. “Simone didn’t say!!”\n\n“Ok, Simone says give them a shake” and both girls leaned forward to shake their tits towards me\n\nI was about to push my luck hugely. “Simone says kiss each other”\n\nThey pecked on the lips\n\n“That was pathetic! Simone says show me some passion!”\n\nThey started to kiss, slowly at first then they got more into it. I heard a moan come from Bec. She was keen. \n\n“Simone says, take off your dresses...” my words hung in the air! “Oooh, looks like I’ll be making two of those gross drinks...” and they both obliged. Standing with just their knickers on, they were giggling like drunk idiots. \n\n“Simone says have another kiss...” they started to make out. I walked over, closer to the action\n\n“Simone says tweak Bec’s nipple” I said to Laura. She reached up and took Bec’s hard bud between thumb and forefinger and rolled it. I was a director in my own personal porn fantasy!\n\n“Simone says take Bec’s nipple into your mouth” and Laura duly obliged. Bec threw her head back and closed her eyes. \n\n“Simone says get on your knees and take down Bec’s knickers...” and she fucking did it. \n\n“Simone says lay back on the sofa and open your legs Bec” and she was down in a flash\n\n“Simone says go down on Bec” and Laura began lapping at her friend’s beautiful pussy. I removed my own knickers and was rubbing my aching clit by this point. \n\n“Simone says...” but Bec cut me off\n\n“Simone. You can stop that now. Just get over here and help Laura eat me!!”\n\nAnd that’s how me, my roommate and her BFF has a wild night of naughty sex!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It had started when she had let her ex pay her for sex... then it was her ex's close friends... then friends of friends... Now she was making more money than her day job... And she was actually craving all the sex.
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"content": "“Look, I’ll give you £100! £200! I just wanna fuck you one last time!!”\n\nShe had to admit, she was very tempted. £200 went a long way. And she’d fucked him countless times before. She just wasn’t into him now. But she could fake it. \n\n“Ok! Fine. You pathetic prick. You can fuck me one last time. Here’s the rules. You go down on me, get me wet and excited. Then we fuck, doggystyle only. I don’t want to see you! You can go bareback as it’s you. But pull out and cum on my arse! Ok?”\n\n“Yes! Thank you!” He replied “I’m on my way” and the phone went quiet. \n\nShe showered and prepared herself. He arrived 30 minutes later. \n\n“Money first!” She demanded. He put it on the table. \n\nHe went to work, eating her pussy like it was his last meal on death row. She admittedly enjoyed it. He was talented with his tongue. \n\nShe flipped herself over onto her knees. “Fuck me!” She shouted\n\nHe positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock inside the warm pussy he was so used to. Increasing his pace. Gripping her hips. Going harder. Faster. Harder. She was cumming. He was saying something. She didn’t hear. Or care. \n\nHe care inside her. Hot blasts of cum splattered her insides as she crashed into one final orgasm. \n\n“Get out.” She said softly, still lying face down. \n\nHe started to talk...\n\n“Get out!” She said again, with life force. \n\nHe left. \n\nA few days later, she had a text from Gregg. Her ex’s friend. He said he had £200 to burn. Was she interested?\n\n“Fuck!!” She hollered to herself. Who else knew about this. The texts were coming in. 3, 4 then 5. All from friends of her ex. He was trying to humiliate her. But it turned her on. \n\nShe stated replying. Working out she could earn over a thousand pounds this week alone. “Fuck it. In for a penny...” she said idly to herself. \n\nGuy after guy fucked her. Each guy that fucked her seemed to introduce a few more. Soon she was fucking a new guy each night. Sometimes 2 or 3 at the weekend. \n\nThe thing is... she fucking loved it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your jogging partner invited you on a late night walk out of the blue, blushing more than usual. Now you're following her to a secluded location and 99% sure she's not wearing any underwear.
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"content": "The weather was perfect for a late night walk. Kira had invited her usual jogging partner, Alex, along and to her surprise the usually early sleeper was wholeheartedly down, even after Kira pitched taking a different route then they usually did. \n\nThey passed through the park and into the woods. Alex felt s little apprehensive about getting lost but Kira assured her everything would be ok. \n\n“The last time you said that we ended up spending the night in jail. “\n\nKira laughed as she remembered trying to sweet talk the cops after a party got busted. \n\n“Trust me Alex this time I mean it. “\n\nAlex took a deep breath and pulled her hood up as a small breeze began to blow. The walk was unusually silent and Alex noticed the redness of Kira’s cheeks but chalked it up to the small chill. The two came out on the other side of the trees to a clearing overlooking the lake not far from the park. \n\n“Wow...” Alex muttered. \n\n“It’s beautiful isn’t it...” Kira replied pushing her hood down. \n\n“Yeah, wow I’ve never been out here at night. “\n\n“I come sometimes when I want to clear my head, usually when school has me down...that’s why I came here tonight. “\n\n“School getting to you Kira?”\n\nKira’s face friend red, burning with nervousness. \n\n“Not quite...but a class mate is. “\n\n“Really?” Alex looked at her friend with s smile, “tell me about it stud.”\n\nKira rolled her eyes. \n\n“There’s cute chick I see around campus all the time...”\n\n“Yeah.”\n \n“She’s kinda y’all with long brown hair and the most mesmerizing green eyes and the cutest laugh. I feel all kinds of tingles when I see her smile...I think love her...”\n\nKira looks over at Alex, her face burning red. Alex looks at her puzzled and slowly takes Kira’s hand. \n\n“Me?”\n\nKira nods giving Alexa’s hand a small squeeze. Alex grips Kira’s hand and pulls her into a hug. \n\n“Kiss me already.”\n\nAlex whispers and pulls back. Kira smiles still blushing and she stands on her tiptoes to reach Alex’s lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A virgin wakes up in the body of a porn star
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"content": "This was a great story! The take on the prompt was different from what I expected when I first read it, though having her change into a new body was a good take on it.\n\nI liked how you had a section that more objectively described the transformations in her sleep, then as she's looking at herself in the mirror, we get to see some of her perspective on it. Thought that was a clever way to show off some of her physical *and* mental changes at the same time.\n\nThe time/words you put into writing and developing the sex scenes definitely payed off. They were very enjoyable to read, and I think you also hit a good ratio of build-up:sexy-times, so kudos to you on that. \n\nAs far as criticism goes, I'd recommend not beginning consecutive sentences with the same word (and to a lesser extent, paragraphs). Unless it's done specifically for effect, it does get a little repetitive and hurts the flow. It's a pretty minor issue, not like it ruined the story or anything, just something to keep in mind.\n\nAgain, this was great. And I did really enjoy Jennifer's gradual corruption, or perhaps just acceptance of her new self. Well done, gahdius!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "M-make it stop!!!" she mewled as another forced orgasm coursed through her body "Someone please get it off of me!" She called but everyone just treated it as if it was normal as the symbiote ravaged her.
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"content": "WARNING: this gets DARK. It is not everyone's cup of tea, so proceed with caution. Horror erotica, if you will.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMegan was out partying last night, and this morning her alarm felt like a hundred wasps inside her head, stinging everything that moved and half of what didn't. The light through her window made her physically recoil and cower beneath her pillow for a few moments before her bladder forced her to brave the pain and make for the bathroom.\n\nWhile there, she popped a couple of pills of \"syms\" to manage the headache. Scientists had discovered this bacteria-like lifeform in the tail of some comet. They fed off cellular waste, and could be used to deliver medicine more quickly and with fewer side-effects than previous medicines had managed. In her reflection, she watched as the syms flooded her system and swirled in the back of her eyes. The relief came quickly, and her day began. She could feel the odd 'floating' sensation most people called the “ETs” caused by the organisms, and this told her they were still working their magic, saving her from the consequences of last nights seventh (or was it the eighth?) gargle-blaster. Her own body would flush them out in a week or two, but for the next couple hours she would have to deal with this medicine-induced disorientation. \n\nMegan went to work, pretended to listen to the customers concerns, and mostly forgot about the night before in the monotony of the day. Sure, every third guy who passed caught her eye, even those who weren't typically her type, but she had been partying pretty hard, and then gone home alone, so Megan gave it little thought.\n\nUntil her break. The frustration of failure the night before finally made her cave, and she slipped into the employee bathroom, locked the door, and decided to have some quality time by herself for a few minutes. When she was done, she remembered that one of the side-effects of syms is simply labeled “sexual side-effects”. No one really commented on that, or knew what it meant. Some of them had oozed out of her skin with her sweat, giving her a slight maroon sheen. They apparently thought that her nether regions were inflamed, because they oozed down across her petals, and began to vibrate. Megan didn't know when they started doing this, but when she had finished with her own manual ministrations, she was left buzzing in the half-hearted afterglow of a quickie.\n\nBut it didn't stop. Tiny as they were, the things were in every slip and fold of her womanhood, encasing her button, and vibrating. Megan fell to her knees as soon as she tried to stand, the shift in sensation and the unending stimulation of the tiny buggers making her vision blur and swirl.It took her another few minutes to get her balance and stand, and another to manage to get dressed. She told her manager she wasn't feeling well, and seeing the maroon sweat on her brow he allowed her to clock out.\n\nMegan made strait for the hospital, this isn't normal and they can fix it! But the symbiotic fuckers multiply anywhere they have ample food and spare space, and apparently her own juices worked for them. As she stumbled through the sliding door of the ER, she had one of the hardest, world-churning orgasms of her life. A few nurses tried to get her to answer some simple questions, but Megan couldn't hear them over the sounds of her own moans. After a few minutes, her brain gave up the fight against pleasure and shut down.\n\nMegan came to in an examination room, her hands buried between her legs. She could hear two people talking somewhere near her, something about needing fluids and possibly a second round of syms to help with whatever it was she had caught. Then she felt them, while she had been out the syms had continued multiplying. Now they were filling her canal like no lover or toy ever had, and teasing against her anus. The constant, tiny, throbs from them caused her to squeeze against them, forcing that delicious buzzing against her nerves, flooding her entire world with sexual pleasure.\n\n“N-nooooooo. M-make it stop!!!!” she mewled as another forced orgasm coursed through her body. “Someone get it off of me!” She tore at the brownish clump of stuff between her legs and hurled a fistful of the syms across the room. It didn't help. Worse, the motion made her aware of her nipples, trapped behind her bra that was equally soaked in her sym-flooded sweat.\n\nThis orgasm made her spasm and toss, she would have fallen out of the examination bed if she hadn't been held down by two of the medical staff. They tied her down to the bed “so you won't hurt yourself, honey.” All Megan could think was how cold their hands were, and how much more she wanted them to touch her. The throbbing on her breasts, surrounding her clit, and now filling her vagina was the worlds worst (or best) vibrator. And the little things never stopped. Megan just wanted to not cum for three fucking minutes, but the syms never relented.Nurses came and went sometimes, Megan wasn't aware enough of anything but pleasure to make out what they said to her. She was now physically exhausted to the point that she could no longer squirm, merely lie there in defeat and orgasm.\n\nAnd then sheer horror entered her room. The nurses came in with an IV of fluids\n\nAnd syms.\n\n“Nooooooooo” she moaned, as her brain again succumbed to the safety of oblivion and passed out.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEDIT: removed first paragraph because it didn't work very well with the narrative, added the warning, and fixed (or hope I fixed) the lack of line breaks. Really wish Reddit would give us a 'preview' option on posts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're an assassin who specializes in killing adulterers. One night, a client sends you to a familiar address. A bit unsettling, but a job is a job. However, your jaw drops when you recognize one of your targets as your boyfriend.
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"content": "Lisel sat at a back corner bar table, patiently waiting for the confirmation text. From her vantage point—lines of sight down the bar and the dining room—the only blind spot she couldn't hit immediately was a far hallway that led to the bathrooms. It might take her five seconds to hop over there if she was lazy, and clients hired her because she was anything but.\n\nHer phone buzzed on the table and the single character appeared on the lock screen: `💚`. At the same time, a couple stepped through the vestibule and flagged the short hostess. Lisel regarded them, the tall man with a long face, as if stretched like taffy, leaned over the podium to use his height as a tool of intimidation. His companion, a beautiful blond haired woman, considerably younger than him, stood behind him and clutched a purse like it was a life preserver. Hands gesticulated into the dining room, pointing at empty tables. A flash of cash was folded and slid under the desk lamp. *A hundred seems excessive*, Lisel thought.\n\nShe finished her rum and closed her eyes, focusing on her heart, the rush of blood in her chest like a timpani drum hit with a soft mallet. The room darkened and all the edges blurred; the wood tables, the brass bar rail, the stamped metal ceiling, everything washed away like a drop of black paint in solvent. When she opened her eyes, the restaurant and its patrons were frozen in time: *The Plane of Soft Determinism.* The air smelled musty, like old summer clothes retrieved from a plastic storage bin. Here, every mortal was naked, tangles of Fate's red ropes, yarns, and threads sprouting from their bare chests. Lisel's own jeans and jacket had transformed into sleeveless chainmail tunic that went down to her thighs. Looking at the man, she traced the thick rope, taut and vibrating, connected to someone outside, someone he onced loved. The frayed red line was nearly cut through. A new rope, thinner but brighter, connected him to his companion in the booth. It wrapped and knotted itself over her breasts and hips, coils around her thighs like *shibari* before inserting itself into her heart. Lisel unsheathed her sword.\n\n\"What are *you* doing here?\"\n\nLisel spun at the noise with her weapon at the ready, but when she saw who it was, she lowered the tip. \"Ephir?\" In an instant, she regretted that night they had first slept together, making the pact with her boyfriend to never ask what they did outside the Ethereal Plane. \"Don't tell me you're a cupid.\"\n\nHe didn't have to. The white feathered shorts, compound bow and quiver of red-tipped arrows strapped over his smooth broad chest said it all. Ephir stepped closer and she saw the gold blade in his hand. He was there to make the final cut, to free Mr. Big. \"I should warn you,\" he said flatly, \"I've never failed a pruning job.\"\n\n\"And I've never failed to stop one.\" Lisel smiled. \"Funny how we've never met at work before.\"\n\n\"Do you even know these two? Look at their connections. That rope work is exquisite.\"\n\nLisel looked at the pattern of box knots and lashes again and felt them as acutely as if they were tied against her skin. \"I should have recognized your handiwork. Were you the one whacking away at his marriage line too? Did you even see that they have a kid?\"\n\n\"Mortals breed, so what?\" His cavalier attitude towards fidelity was ironic. \n\n\"He was hers *first*, Ephir.\" The angel raised her sword. \"Sorry love, but a job's a job.\"\n\nHis gold blade lengthened and formed a proper hand guard for battle. \"I'm sorry too.\"\n\nLisel kept an eye on the red cord connected to her client and another on Ephir as they circled each other. He telegraphed a strike and she parried it easily, testing each other's skill and reach. As their swords clashed, flashes of light dazzled and faded like fireworks. *He's fast, especially with the cross-*\n\nHer thoughts were disrupted when Ephir flickered and vanished. *Fuck, he's plane skipping!* She had to outthink him. Would he pop back behind her, or pop in closer to the thread? Hopping between the web of strings around other patrons, she jumped to the wall, where the red rope was weakest. \n\n\"You guessed wrong,\" he said, popping in between the couple. Holding the old thick rope near his chest, he sawed into it, creating a new frayed end. \n\n\"Noo!\" she yelled as the blade cut through. The tension in the rope snapped back, whipping the end in her face, the force of it sending the angel backwards into the wall. The sword flung out of her hand and disappeared from the plane. Stone and dust crumbled around her slumped body, but Lisel could see him walking towards her. \n\n\"I'll never forget those nights before,\" he said, raising his blade. \"But like you say, a job's a job.\"\n\nShe coughed blood and dust. \"I wish someone would explain something to me.\"\n\nEphir smirked. \"Hmm? What's that?\"\n\n\"I just want to know why cupids are such cocky sons of bitches before they think they've won.\" She flicked her wrist and the thin rope between her fingers, the line between the man and his kin, formed a loop around the cupid's ankle. Whipping it with the force of an angel, it flung him from the ground and slapped his body into the ceiling. He groaned, but otherwise stayed motionless.\n\nLisel tightened her grip on the cut rope in her other hand and walked to the couple. Her splicing skills weren't masterful, but the old rope was secured to the man again. Looking at the red loops and coils around his paramour, she clicked her tongue and shook her head before severing the lines. \n\n\"Don't feel bad taking the L,\" she said, kissing Ephir's dusty forehead. \"If you want, I'll let you tie me up like that later.\" The thought of being bound again sent a flash of heat over her heaving chest and her heart beat fast again, sending her back to the mortal plane. \n\nThe couple stared at each other with curious disdain, until the man's phone rang. Eyes wide, he ran to the bathroom. Lisel approached the booth. \n\n\"He's going to be in there a while, babe,\" she said. \"I think he's going to be *occupied* for quite some time.\" The woman took the hint and left. *Save a marriage, lose a lover*. As the doors closed behind her, Lisel thought about Ephir and sighed. *Maybe, maybe not.*\n\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday! Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At first, he was just helping out his homies. Pretending to be the girl with his effeminate body and voice... taking their cocks whenever they need to let loose a bit...
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"content": " Nathan had been studying for so long he felt as if he might be losing grasp on reality. Seconds had fallen into minutes and then collapsed into hours as he mashed his head against his Law Theory textbook, and he still didn’t feel like he was going to fare any better on his next exam. \n“*Fuck it, I should just quit. My dad’s the only one who wants me to be a lawyer anyway.”* He seethed, slamming the book shut in frustration. A polite and feminine chirp snapped Nate away from his frustrations, and he reached for his phone before stopping cold. \n*“Whoops, that’s not mine.”* He thought, chuckling as he grabbed his bag and started putting away his stuff. *“Someone wants to play with Isabelle.”*\n\nHonestly, Nate had never intended ‘Isabelle’ to be a thing past finals his freshman year in college. People had always called him girly, and it was even worse any time he grew out his hair. He couldn’t help that he was slim, he ran track in highschool. Blah, blah. He could come up with a million excuses at the drop of a hat, but the truth was; He and his friends had just had no luck with the ladies that year. He was tired of hearing everyone complain, and he rationalized that maybe it would even help him clear his head before his big test. So he bought a burner phone and invented a childhood friend. His friends would text Isabelle when they needed to blow off steam, and they never had to know it was secretly him.\n\nNate let his hair down and tucked his baseball cap into his bag before ducking into the bathroom to get changed. He took out Isabelle’s phone and placed it on the back of the toilet while he got undressed. Nate’s clothes came off and were folded and placed neatly in the bag, and Isabelle’s clothes came out.\n\nShe had packed light for the day. Today’s fantasy was “bored school girl” and she had everything she needed and nothing else. She checked her phone properly once she had put on her skirt and bra.\n\n*“Oh Charlie, again? You poor boy. You must be crushing pretty hard.”* Isabelle mused. She slipped on her stockings and snapped on her shoes before grabbing her blouse and zipping up Nate’s bag.\n\n“Hey Izzy, u busy today?” Read Charlie’s message. Isabelle smiled as she typed up a reply.\n\n“I’m just studying in the library. I can make room for you though, Charles, if you need me to.” Isabelle put the phone back down and painstakingly buttoned up her shirt, even though the reply buzzed through immediately. With a grin, she popped her phone into her bra and left the bathroom. She didn’t even need to check it to know that it said: “Yes, pls!”\n\nCharlie was very predictable."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me prompts specific to historical/medieval societies. (low fantasy allowed.)
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"content": "* A great Khan enjoys the spoils of his conquests, a Slavic, a Persian and a Chinese / Korean princess.\n* Life in a human realm got a lot more fun once they discovered the all-female (preferably East Asian) elves who have no concept of pride and are happily willing to trade their bodies for basic goods or protection.\n* A prince is bored of seducing his sisters' handmaidens and decides to bed his sisters instead."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new lottery is introduced. You have a much higher chance of winning millions, but instead of paying for a ticket, you are assigned a random day where you can't decline any sexual advances.
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"content": "Lottery-\n\n\"But seriously I don't think it's going to get as bad for me as it did for you.\" Kate said, as she tried to calm her upset friend down. \"You look so much better than me. Your tits are mouth watering and even I can't keep my eye of your…\"\n\n\"That's not the point!\" Nadia interrupted. \"..but thanks. I assure you guys have had dreams about you and masterbated thinking about you. They just don't say anything, because…\" Nadia cut herself short. That was out of the ordinary for her. \n\n\"No go ahead.\" Kate prodded.\n\n\"With the way you dress and how short you cut your hair guys think your a lesbian.\" Nadia said. \"Look. I know it's silly but once you can't say know everything changes. Do you think I wanted to fuck any one in the quad in broad daylight back in college… let alone three strangers?\"\n\n\"Listen, I have the PTO saved up, I can take the time off and lay low for the day… as soon as they email me the day. Which should be soon.\" Kate said sifting through emails. \"Oh here it is…. The 12th of July.\" She went pale. \"I have a presentation, a doctors appointment and it's my sister's birthday. I promised I wouldn't miss her 18th.\"\n\nKate tried as she could but in the days leading up had no luck rescheduling a single one of them. For the day she had to wear this bracelet. That blinked. She had to put it on by 7am. At 7:05 am she heard a knock at her apartment door, it was her neighbor. Naively she opened the door. \"Hey Jake. What can I do for you?\" Kate said in her robe. She hadn’t even showered yet. She still looked like a mess.\n\n\"Hey, heard you were playing the lottery.\" Jake said with a smile. He was in his forties and had a few extra pounds. There was a hungry look in his eye as he stared the slim twenty-five year old woman down. \"So, I was hoping for a blowjob.\"\n\nKate was blown away that it was starting this early she still had bed head. \"Fine, come in Jake, but I need to get to work…\"\n\n\"Wait, you're going to work today?\" Jake said with a snicker. \n\n\"Yes. I have a lot to do so…\" Kate said leading him inside. Giving her nosey neighbor a bj in her very unsexy pj's with matted hair is not how she expected to start the day. Her eyes kept darting to the clock as she bobbed her head on his modest dick. \"Is there some way we can speed this up?\" She asked.\n\n\"Sure if you're willing to go bareback.\" Jake said with a smile.\n\nThe thought made Kate shudder but she needed to get to work. So she tossed off her clothes and lowered her lithe frame down onto his dick. She kept telling him to let her know when he was close but instead he just held her by the shoulders and came hard into her pussy. Kate was annoyed he came in her pussy without asking but not surprised.\n\n<more to come. Gotta finish that day>"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The very first prostitute in history
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"content": "Bronk stumbled through hut. Bronk look for rock he tie to wood stick. It Bronk's new invention. Bronk call it an 'acks'. Bronk still working on name. Bronk go to forest to chop wood for tribe big fire.\n\nBig circle fly through sky, light leave world and Bronk alone. Bronk worry if big circle come back. Bronk finished using acks to chop up tree for fire. Bronk return to village with big pile of wood under arm.\n\nBronk greet friends, Gark, Frek, and Dunt. They good friends of Bronk. We hunt big cat together. We best hunters in tribe. We drink berry blood every night and watch tiny lights in sky. Sometimes, Bronk and friends find tiny light that move fast like big cat.\n\nWhen Bronk tired, he head to hut and lay down acks. But not today. Bronk was stopped by pretty woman on way home.\n\nIt was Rit, pretty lady from tribe. Hair red. Eyes brown. Body nice. Breasts big. Bronk felt heart pump in chest and sex thing stand against loincloth.\n\nRit came close, touch Bronk. \"Big strong Bronk...\" Rit voice so smooth and pretty, like Rit hair. \"Rit want sex with Bronk. Bronk want sex with Rit?\" Rit asked to Bronk. \"Bronk only need give Rit big cat hide.\"\n\nSex with pretty woman for simple pelt? Bronk think he blessed. Bronk nod. \"Bronk want sex with Rit! Rit get pelt!\" Bronk cheered.\n\nInto hut we go. Bronk take pelt from wooden stand, offer it to Rit. Rit smile, pretty face turn red as Rit folds pelt and puts pelt aside. Rit smile, fur tunic sliding off healthy body.\n\nBronk sit, ready. Bronk's sex thing poking from under tunic. Rit come close, make sex thing hard like rocks. Rit touch sex thing, Bronk feel good. Rit take sex thing into mouth, wet and slippery mouth water coat Bronk's sex thing. Rit's mouth tounge circle around Bronk, touching flesh.\n\nBronk feel like seed come soon. Bronk hold Rit head to body as Bronk's seed comes. Seed floods Rits mouth. Bronk moan as seed fills Rits mouth. Rit pull off, but still licking Bronk's sex thing, using mouth thing to scoop up seed.\n\nBronk feel tired. Bronk's sex thing go soft in Rits hands, and seed drips out. Rit turn around, show Bronk her lady sex thing. Bronk get hard again.\n\nBronk ready for another go."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young streamer with a curvaceous body yet loved for her cute and wholesome rather than sexy gimmick suddenly decides to cuck her loyal audience. On stream too.
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"content": "\"ComfyCutie.\" That was her name once she put on the black and pink. Her whole thing was being cute and wholesome, like the protagonist of a shojo anime.\n\nBut when the camera turned off she was just Alexis-- jeans and white shirts, hair in a bun or a braid, eating pasta and staring at the ceiling. She was a college student, just making sure to pay the rent long enough to get her degree. Cost-of-living meant you needed a lucrative side-job to make it through college without any debts, and she had no intention of wasting her best years paying those debts off.\n\nFortunately, she'd found a roommate who was much the same as her, and happy to help. His name was Roman, and like her he was a streamer. He was more of a \"gaming with the boys\" type, compared to her \"uwu look how cute I am\" model of business.\n\nRemarkably they both did well enough with small, dedicated audiences, but they couldn't both stream at once, which was limiting. He'd even begun taking his classes in the evening so they could stream while the other one was away, but still get sleep. They'd also become pretty good friends between class and work, and sometimes you could see them in the background of each other's streams.\n\nThat had been hell the first time. Their fanbases nearly imploded, and it was only Roman's idea of streaming themselves together that had stopped the internet riot that was each fanbase attacking the other, and it had even created overlap in their viewer pools, which was nice.\n\nBut summer was the best, because they didn't take any summer courses, so they could just hang out and stream for four months out of the year.\n\nThis was one such summer.\n\n\"Hey Roman. It's gonna be time for your stream soon, isn't it?\" She peered into the kitchen, looking for him, and found him stirring a pot of bubbling meat. \"Ooh. Makin' bolognese?\"\n\nHe laughed, a clear and bright sound that he made often. \"Yeah! It's been a while and I know you love the way I make it, so I thought we'd kick off our summer right.\"\n\n\"Yeah but you're streaming soon, aren't you?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"I got time for dinner with my best friend, Lex.\" He tapped her on the nose with the spoon, and she giggled, wiping the sauce off the tip. \"Grab some bowls?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\nIt had been brewing in her mind recently, how much like a couple they'd become. Two years living together would do that, sure, but Roman had never made any romantic advances or even showed any signs of attraction. It had made her a little uneasy thinking about it.\n\nAnd then she saw what her fans had been up to.\n\nApparantly her fanbase had some radical members. One was a group of people (mostly fans of Roman) shipping her and Roman's internet personas, while the other a group of people who zealously harassed anyone who tried to ship her with anyone at all. The former had fanart. The latter had been doxxing people and sending death threats. It was, to say the least, depressing since the ship art was really cute. Sure, some of it was just unabashed smut, but she really liked being shipped with him.\n\n\"Hey, have you noticed some of our fans have been uh... shipping us?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said slowly, serving them both a bowl of pasta. \"I've been keeping clear of the fanart, and trying not to engage when they go asking me stuff on stream. There are some cute fanfics though.\"\n\n\"Whoa-whoa-whoa, back up.\" She took her bowl and a fork. \"What does *asking you stuff* entail? What's *stuff*?\"\n\nHe sat down, looking like he smelled something bad. \"Stuff, you know. Shipper stuff, like--\" he took a bite of food so he wouldn't have to talk-- fairly obvious tactic, that.\n\n\"Roman. C'mon, I won't hate you just cuz your fans are weirdos.\"\n\nHe swallowed. \"First of all, *your* fans are the rabid maniacs. Mine are a little lewd, that's all.\"\n\n\"We'll come back to you using the word 'lewd' in a minute.\" She waved her fork at him. \"But what kinda stuff are they asking you?\"\n\nHe sighed. \"OK, so-- some of them are actual questions, like \"why aren't you dating\" or \"are you two fucking yet,\" but then there's the ones who are like \"kiss her you fool!\" and I just...\" he sighed again, preparing to take a bite. \"One of them said I should rape you.\" He took another bite.\n\n\"Rape me?\" she said, laughing nervously at the thought. *Roman, a rapist. Tying me up, or pinning me down. Fucking me while I thrash and cry, cumming inside me while I beg him to stop... um.* She lapsed into silence while Roman chewed.\n\n*Why am I thinking about that in such detail?*\n\n\"Well,\" Roman cleared his throat, \"His exact message was this string of hentai tags, but the implication was very clearly rape.\"\n\n\"Can't rape the willing,\" She joked, taking a bite. Roman choked. \"It was a joke, RELAX.\"\n\nHe opened the fridge and produced a beer. \"Bit dark for your brand, Lex.\"\n\nAlexis shrugged. \"I'm not on camera.\"\n\nHe took a long drink, then set it aside. \"Anyways, my fans are not the problem. Your fans are the ones who keep threatening to kill me if I so much as breathe on you, saying you belong to them or whatever.\" \n\nShe gagged. \"Total psycho shit.\"\n\n\"Tell me about it. I get this one every stream, called LittleBirdie, or something?\" He shuddered. \"Creative little freak, that one.\"\n\nAlexis felt a chill. LittleBirdie was one of her biggest fans, usually donating a bunch of money just to hear her say cute stuff. She could feel a sort of burning disgust in her chest the longer she thought about it.\n\n\"Spare me the details.\"\n\n\"Mm.\" They ate in silence for a few minutes, both trying desperately to figure out what to say, but finding no words. At last, Alexis broke the silence.\n\n\"I've had this idea,\" she said, \"for a while now.\"\n\nRoman ran a hand through his hair and set his, now empty, bowl aside. \"Go on.\"\n\n\"Well, basically... These fans are kinda creeping me out, and I'd like to uh... well I really want to tell them to go fuck themselves, but I don't think I can do that without compromising my brand, you know? But I was thinking, your whole thing is being cool and edgy,\" she exaggerated the words \"cool and edgy,\" making little hand motions like she was a DJ. Roman laughed.\n\n\"You remember that one time we played Cuphead together, and we didn't talk to the fans or set up donations or anything-- we just ran two streams of the same thing and hung out?\"\n\nRoman nodded, silently wondering where she was going with this.\n\n\"And you know how our nicer fans kinda ship us a lot and think we should get together?\"\n\nRoman squinted. \"Are you... asking me to pretend to be your boyfriend?\"\n\n\"No!\" She looked at him. \"No, I wouldn't ask you to do that.\"\n\nRoman cocked his head to the side. \"Then what are you getting at?\"\n\nAlexis could feel her ears burning. \"Well, I just think if we show we don't care about their drama, like before, they'd give up. You know? I'm not asking you to pretend to be my boyfriend...\" She took a deep breath.\n\n\"I'm asking you to *actually* be my boyfriend.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He corrected himself, typing "We need you for six NOT sex", but not before she'd already texted back: Gladly! ;)
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"content": "He looked down at the message when his phone buzzed again, just as he had been putting it into his pocket. His emotions had changed rapidly and- in order- went: Confusion, Flusteredness, Anxiousness, down to finally reasonability that it was simply a joke. Of course it was just a joke, why would it be anything more, right? He'd been friends with her for years, there was no way she would actually suggest they do the dance with no pants. Be quickly deleted his original message and decided that he'd humor her and play along with the joke. He messaged Jenn back, \"Make sure to bring a thong!\" Laughing to himself for a reason he couldnt quite explain. He put the phone back in his pocket, and it took a full three minutes or so before he got another message. When he opened the phone, he saw a message that read out, \"Will this work?\" With an image file attached. He looked down at the unopened file with some level of anticipation. Taking in a deep breath, he opened it and... There was a picture of a dog eating baked beans from its bowl. Normally, he'd find this hilarious- and since they were only joking he should have. But... he just couldnt laugh now. The anticipation had built up inside him, and for some reason he had almost been excited, but... no. No c'mon, of course he wouldnt expect her to send some sort of actual depraved images. He sighed, and messaged back. \"You're such a jerk.\" An immediate reply. \"Sorry, I'm saving that view for in person.\" He stared at the message blankly for a while. He could feel himself begin to grow. Now he had to ask two important questions. One: Was it a joke? And Two: Did he want it to be? \n\n\nThis is my first story here. Might do a part 2."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] "Here's the deal," she said, "If you can get past my defenses against mind control, then you can keep me as your toy for the night. If you can't... then I get to transmute you into whatever I want until dawn."
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] \"Here's the deal,\" she said, \"If you can get past my defenses against mind control, then you can keep me as your toy for the night. If you can't... then I get to transmute you into whatever I want until dawn.\""
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"content": ">contains: F/F >!and later F/Futa!<, mind control, transformation which includes: >!some breast and ass expansion, Futa!<\n\nMindy's smile grew as she considered the proposal put forth by her friend. Supernatural abilities were quite rare for humans as a whole, and most people ran *away* from the one who held the power bend minds to her will. It wasn't everyday that she'd get a free pass to play around with her abilities for a night, let alone with someone who also held power of their own.\n\n\"Ah. That must be why you invited me over on such short notice.\" Mindy looked around the other woman's mansion after responding. The sparkling chandeliers that lit the room they rested in, the questionable art for atmosphere, and the framework of the building itself had all been crafted through her abilities to transmute and transform one thing into something entirely new. That power was the cornerstone to Taylor's side of the bet, a power that she seemed most confident in as she looked upon the mind controlling woman with a smile.\n\n\"Of course it is,\" Words began to escape her glossy lips as they parted, \"but unlike last time, my defenses against your tricks are far more formidable.\"\n\n\"...which is what you said last time,\" Mindy mumbled, following it up with a question before Taylor devolved into a fit of whining, \"but just what exactly will you do with--or, to me--should you win?\"\n\n\"Hey, you never tell *me* what you're going to do!\" She'd never consciously admit it though, but given that the first thing Mindy did when she first had Taylor under her thumb was make the woman list off all of her fetishes, it had yet to be something that the transmuter didn't somewhat enjoy.\n\nAnd yes, that *did* include being forced to list off her deepest, darkest secrets.\n\n\"Alright then. If that's that,\" Mindy began, brushing aside a stray strand of brown hair before gazing directly into Taylor's eyes, \"shall we begin?\"\n\nTaylor nodded, willingly maintaining the eye contact as she brought a hand to the side of her head. She actually had no idea if trying to transmute her own head into something that couldn't be hypnotized would work... or even make any real sense, but it was worth a shot, right?\n\nAs the continuous ticking of a grandfather clock was the only sound shared between the two, Taylor began to appreciate the fact that a direct gaze was necessary for Mindy's abilities. She could watch the mind-controller's confidence turn into confusion, then into concern, frustration, and eventually...\n\n\"Argh! Fine!\" Mindy slouched back in her chair.\n\nAcceptance.\n\nTaylor stood up without a word, making her way over to her opponent to claim her \"victory\". She didn't feel quite so... certain of what she was going to do, with her mind seeming to become a bit of a blank despite the endless possibilities. She simply watched at first, as Mindy removed her hoodie to reveal a white t-shirt underneath it, with nothing below that.\n\nHer hands began to move towards that shirt, resting on Mindy's level chest before the transmuter's fingers began to glow with power. With both palms in position, they began to give size to the woman's chest, just enough that Taylor could grip each breast in her hands, gently massaging and squeezing it, lightly pinching her hardened nipples through the fabric as the power faded, leaving only what it'd created. \n\nEven as she explored Mindy's body, making minor adjustments here and there, her mind was still oddly foggy. Her hands would move towards spots along her body that hid little scars, marks, imperfections of any kind that Taylor wasn't *sure* she had always known were present on the woman's body. They followed one down her back, before giving a similar treatment to her bottom that her hands had done for her breasts, spending a few moments there to take in the fruits of her labor before moving along.\n\nHer hands crept along Mindy's body towards her crotch, slipping into her shorts to gently rub for a moment, and though there was no power flowing through her fingertips it still elicited a few moans from the woman. Though a buried part of Taylor wished for them to stay, they eventually parted from that sensitive region, though her hands began to glow before they escaped Mindy's shorts. She wasn't entirely sure what she was creating down there... not until she began to feel the phallic object forming... no, it wasn't *just* phallic it was literally-\n\nThere was no way she could create that without a solid image in her head. And on top of that, she hadn't the slightest clue as to why her hands were moving towards her neck, towards the lace choker tied around there, nor what her powers planned to do to it. Physically unable to look downwards for whatever reason, she could only feel it thickening, adding a slight strain to her stiff breaths, and that something from the very front of it was extending, growing along her hands. It finally came into Taylor's line of sight, making out enough of the leather length in her hands to tell that it was a leash, connecting to her collar, and now... she was presenting it!\n\nMindy accepted it with a smile, gently pulling down on it so that the transmuter would rest on her lap. The act was met with no resistance as Taylor was seated in place, pulled closer and closer until she could feel the hardness underneath Mindy's shorts. She said nothing, *did* nothing but stare into the mind-controller's eyes, in a long, alluring gaze...\n\nThe fog suddenly cleared from Taylor's head. The past minutes, the thoughts and actions planted in her head suddenly became crystal clear. In frantic motions she looked at herself, leashed, then to the holder, Mindy, who had certain changes to her body made, adjustments that were slowly coming back to the transmuter's mind. This sensation... it wasn't the first time Taylor had experienced it.\n\n\"Well, I let you have a *little* fun,\" Mindy began, with that damn confident smirk shining upon her face, \"but a bet is a bet, right? You *will* serve as my pet for the rest of the night, and I thank you for beginning your duties a little early.\"\n\n\"That's a dirty trick, you know...\" Taylor asked, gently pulling and tugging against the leash that was held taut, though she didn't seem interested in putting any real effort into escaping.\n\n\"A bet's a bet, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll get you next time, you know!\" A soft chuckle escaped Mindy's lips in response, while Taylor just smiled as she was pulled in for the first of many kisses for tonight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Simple but effective, her t-shirt read, "Ask me about stress relief!"
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"content": "Pt. 1\n\nMichael took faltering steps as he worked up the courage to approach the girl. It wasn't just a joke, right? He'd sen another girl by the science building wearing the exact same thing and one or two more around the student union office, so he was pretty sure that she had some sort of official role. But still... this felt weird.\n\nShe looked to be a year or two older than him, but s small bit shorter, with brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a backpack over one shoulder. The shirt was plain and black, with white lettering. It was hugging her form pretty tight, but that may not have been by design but because of the pretty substantial pair of tits that forced the cheap material to bulge outwards. As well as the shirt, she wore black jeans and simple runners. She looked completely nondescript. \"Um, excuse me?\" He managed to choke out the words as the young woman turned to look at him. \"What's the, uh...\" He gestured vaguely to her chest. \"What's the shirt about?\" Her eyes lit up a little at the query. \"Oh! Yeah, uh, I'm one of the stress relief volunteers that you'll probably see around campus. my name's Ashley.\" She extended a hand and he shook it. She seemed friendly. \"It's sort of a mental health initiative that the student union set up. Most of us don't do it all year round but a lot of freshmen find the first few weeks stressful so we, y'know, try to help out.\" The bubbly girl wasn't incredibly pretty but she was at least average and two parts of her were quite a bit above average. \n\n \"I have lectures right now, but if want I can pencil you in around three or later this evening.\" \"Hmm? For what?\" Michael had been momentarily distracted. Though the shirt didn't have an especially low collar, up this close he could see a bit more. \"For stress relief. I'll... y'know. Help you out.\" She laughed, kind of embarrassed and he followed suit, chuckling insincerely. \"Haha, yeah. What?\" She definitely looked embarrassed now. \"Aw c'mon, don't make me say it.\" She averted her gaze and glanced around. \"I'll give you... y'know, service. If you're in need of it.\" She quickly mimed griping something and pulling it towards her mouth, simultaneously poking her cheek with her tongue to give the illusion she was sucking an invisible dick. \"Wait, you're offering to give me head?\" Michael was taken aback. \"Not if you're loud about it. Some of the girls do more, but we're not supposed to. I'd just be letting you relieve yourself and de-stress a bit. There's no reason for it to be weird.\" Michael disagreed but decided to keep his mouth shut. He couldn't believe this but he had priorities. \"I mean... yeah. That would be great. Do you uhh... where would we?\" \"We're teeechnically only meant o do it in these little rooms by the student union but there aren't nearly enough of those and they're on the other side of the campus so we usually just use an empty music room or a dorm or something preferably not a bathroom 'cuz that's gross . Just don't tell the faculty.\" \n\n \"Alright so I guess I'll see you at three Ashley?\" \"Sure! Meet me by the practise rooms in the basement and we can see if any of those are free.\" \"Sounds great! See you then I guess. My name's Michael by the way.\" The two said their goodbyes and parted ways. As he walked, Michael looked around to see if he could spot any other signs of this weirdly perverted side of the college. Now he knew to look, he did spot another \"Stress relief\" girl in a knee-length skirt handing out fliers about adjusting to campus life and another tall, tanned blonde in shorts talking to some other students before a professor walked by, nodding to her subtly before she made her excuses to her friends and followed him at a short distance.\n\nMichael checked his watch, something he'd be doing a lot for the next few hours. It was 11:28. Fuck."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her younger brother used to always spend time with her, but ever since he got a girlfriend, he's done it less and less. She tries seducing him to get him back, but it turns out both of them had wanted a threesome with her.
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"content": "In all honesty, Lena was furious. For years, she and Mark, her sexy little Marko, had kept it a secret. It was a fucked up, beautiful thing in a dark time in their family, and they'd both nurtured it deeply. Her marriage, his college, her divorce, his girlfriend - these were transient events. They were together forever, their secret safe from the world.\n\nShe glared at him even as she backed away to the far end of the couch. She knew how ridiculous she looked in a raincoat, she wore nothing underneath. She wanted to shock him, to reacquaint him with her body again. She remembered entire summer afternoons when he'd kissed and licked her for hours while hopelessly leaking precum. He'd wanted to marry her, to put his babies in her, she'd giggled him away then. One of her index fingers sliding up and down his frenulum for five minutes while she tongue fucked his mouth, the boy gave her a load so huge she'd squealed. He'd been 'saving' it for a week..........\n\n\"Big sis, Rita has something to say.....\"\n\n\"How dare you Markie? How long have you two been dating? A year? Six months? Who is she? Why did you tell her?!\"\n\nTo her surprise, the girl burst into tears. Lena felt her heart melt, empathy is a skill you need to master when your father is a loser drunk. \"Sweetie, what's your name?\" \n\n\"Ree....Rita\" she said. \n\n\"Lena, Rita has.....a thing for you.\" Marko had an arm around her, he spoke for her, protected her. Maybe she was not a floosie after all. \"I found her.....touching herself to your pictures. Remember the picnic with the baby blue top that one time when...\"\n\n\"Me?\" she blurted.\n\n\"She's heard me talk about you for hours.\" Mark explained, \"Her ex.....was a girl. Your age. Kinda used her and left her on the street. She.....um....swings both ways.\" The little shit couldn't help but grin as he said that. He'd been wanting to say that since she arrived.\n\n\"I really.....I wish I had an older sister to love me. Mine told me I was ugly and that I should go .....\" Rita blurted before being overcome by sobs. Lena noted the girl was made up, the top was too pretty to be something to wear around the house, and her legs.....\n\n\"I'm sorry....\" She offered, the rejection plain in her eyes.\n\nLena's heart melted. She too, swung both ways now, her first had been a sister-in-law. Marko didn't know. Lena stood and opened her raincoat, \"Come here, dear. I'm sorry.\" Even as she spoke she walked upto the girl and embraced her. She could feel her shiver. She'd wanted Marko to marvel at her gym toned body, voluptuous where Rita was petite, she was tanned where Rita was pale, jet black vs. blonde. She put her arms around the girl and kissed her deeply - she knew those confused feelings of love and lust and for the moment, she was not going try to pry the strands apart. She wrapped the raincoat around Rita's body\n\nMark hugged her from behind, they sandwiched the girl and exchanged a meaningful glance. She understood why he had not responded to her, he'd made this lonely girl her own. Just like she had taken him under her wing. He was a little grown up now. And oh....Rita's tongue was out to play, her fingers were in Lena's jet black hair. After a minute they broke the kiss,\n\n\"So.....I came ready for some fun.\" Lena said dropping the raincoat, pleased how both of them ogled her. As if on cue, Marko pulled Rita's top off exposing the prettiest pink nipple tipped tits she'd ever seen. \"Come to bed with us\" Rita said, grinning ear to ear taking her by the hand, \"I hear you and Mark have the cutest cuddles after.\" Lena put an arm around her and squeezed her thin frame, \"And we'll have the cutest cuddles before, have you seen the thing Markie does with his tongue where he just barely......\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I want to write the deepest, darkest, kinkiest fantasies to life!
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"content": "A college has a densely forested park that becomes a gated non consensual consent space after dark for 5 hours.\n\nRules: No talking. No anal sex. No major injuring. \nOnce someone has been entered or entered someone else, they can leave by way of putting there hands in a crossed position over there heads. A AI based system at play will open hidden hatches across the park which will let them walk through it outside.\n\nStay for as long as you think you can."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Warning: clothing is not allowed within the building! All violators will be punished accordingly!
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"content": "TRIGGER WARNING - Story contains humiliation, non-con, and mild physical abuse!\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Listen, pal; I've taken off my shoes, my socks, my jacket, and even my glasses - that's as far as I'm going!\"\n\nLaura folded her arms defiantly, her green eyes glaring at the door-sized security guard.\n\nThe security guard put a heavy brown hand on her shoulder, and she pushed it away. \"Ma'am, this is the HQ for Godiva Inc - you know as well as I do that naturalism is one of the company's many progressive policies, and all visitors must comply with those rules.\"\n\n\"I'm here to get interviews, and this is harassment of the press! Check my purse, which you \\*also\\* took - my credentials are all there!\"\n\n'I have to get this interview,' Laura thought; 'this is my last chance with the company. If I mess this assignment up too, my career as a journalist is over.' Panic set in as her mind raced and her stomach turned. With a growl of frustration, she untied her blonde hair, pulled her blouse off over her head, and threw it at the security guard's face.\n\n\"That's as far as I'm going,\" she said, blushing down to her modest, pale chest, covered with one of her embarassingly ratty old bras. She turned sideways to squeeze past the guard, who grabbed the back of her skirt.\n\n\"Not so fast! No clothes allowed inside the building!\"\n\n\"Get OFF me!\" Laura wrenched her hips forward, and her wraparound skirt tore away, exposing her scarlet panties to several giggling onlookers in the line behind her. Laura let out a scream of aggravation and bolted, the guard's booming 'STOP!' ringing in her ears.\n\n\"I'll be less than an hour!\" she shouted, but the guard was giving chase, his bald head already beginning to perspire under the flourescent lights. Laura tore up the hallway in her mismatched undergarments, knocked over a secretary (nude except for a headset), and shoulder-checked a steel door. She found herself in a storeroom. A well-endowed man in his thirties had just exited the cargo elevator with a trolley.\n\n\"Stop her!\" the guard yelled, waving his arms.\n\nThe elevator rider, who was wearing ear pods, waved politely back to the guard and ambled away. Laura dove into the elevator and hit the down button, just as the steel cage doors slammed shut behind her.\n\nThe guard glowered at her as she rode the elevator down and out of sight. \"This is Roderick - got a code 88 headed down to you on the elevator. I don't have the key, so y'all can take it from here.\"\n\nLaura sighed heavily, her bare shoulders slumped against the cold steel as her steel prison cell descended.\n\n\"What a clusterfuck... Whatever. I'll talk to whoever's downstairs - they'll be more understanding than that fucker of a guard.\"\n\nShe tossed her blonde hair and tried to straighten her absent clothes, wishing she'd worn any other underwear.\n\nTwo men were waiting for her when she rolled into view. Once the elevator had stopped, Laura grabbed the door and tried to open it, but it was locked.\n\n\"You need a key to open that, love,\" said the first man, a mountain of muscle with a square jaw and grinning, white teeth.\n\n\"Figured. Do you have one?\" Laura hugged herself shyly.\n\n\"He doesn't, but I do,\" said the second man, a young yuppie type with a ponytail.\n\n\"So let me out?\"\n\nPonytail shook his head. \"Nope - as warehouse manager, it's my responsibility to ensure that anyone coming onto the warehouse floor is within the dress code.\"\n\nLaura shook her head. \"That a fact? Well, fuck you, and your rulebook - I'm with the press, and the law says you have to leave me unmolested.\"\n\n\"That's true,\" Squarejaw said, nodding; \"Would you show us your press pass?\"\n\nLaura's stomach dropped - her press pass, along with her phone and everything else, was in her purse at the security gate. The two men grinned ravenously.\n\n\"Whatever,\" Laura said; \"I'm not giving you my clothes!\"\n\n\"We have a bonafide rulebreaker here,\" Ponytail said, handing his keys to Squarejaw. Squarejaw slid them into the lock and began to open the cage door.\n\n\"Punishment time?\"\n\n\"Punishment time.\"\n\nLaura backed up as far as she could as the two men entered the elevator and cornered her. \"Wait, don't do this!\" She realized with horror that both men were quickly becoming erect in front of her.\n\n\"We tried to do this the easy way, and you wouldn't comply,\" Ponytail said.\n\n\"Yeah - so now we get to administer a little punishment! We'll make it extra special for a pretty little anarchist like you!\"\n\n\"Fuck this!\" Laura leapt forward and tried to tackle Ponytail, but Squarejaw grabbed her around the waist and pushed her against the wall of the elevator.\n\n\"All violators have to be punished, that's the rule!\" Ponytail said, tugging her panties down to her ankles and giving her butt a sharp slap, making her shriek.\n\n\"EEK! Stop!!\" She wriggled against the wall, but felt Squarejaw's huge hands tugging her bra down to her waist, where it fell away uselessly. Her small, crimson nipples drew the eyes of both men, and as Squarejaw's strong arms held Laura in place, Ponytail played with her nipples, twisting and pulling them as she moaned in his grip.\n\n\"St-stop! Assholes! I'm with the press!!\"\n\n\"So you say, but I don't see any ID!\"\n\n\"It's in my bag, upstairs! Let me go!!\"\n\nPonytail shook his head. \"Sorry, you could be lying. Tell you what - we'll discipline you for a while, and if you're still sticking to that story by the end of it, we'll radio Roderick and ask him to confirm - sound fair?\"\n\nLaura struggled in Squarejaw's arms, her perky breasts wobbling as she clenched her teeth: \"Fuck you.\"\n\n\\- - -\n\nThirty-five minutes later, Laura stalked the hallways of Godiva Inc, moodily. Her nipples were still sore, as was her butt; her hair was a mess, and she tried to cover her nudity from the gaggle of employees who were following her around and making lewd comments. But at least she had her press pass, notebook, and camera back. She also wore a single card around her neck - a temporary visitor's pass, granted by the Warehouse Manager.\n\n\"I'd better get a fucking pulitzer for this interview,\" she muttered, darkly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As she sneaks away from her husband to reluctantly meet up with the man who actually got her pregnant, a woman wonders how her life turned out this way.
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"content": "Jenny wondered how she had taken things this far. Here she was, in racey black lingerie framing her slightly swollen belly, sitting on the end of her marital bed, waiting for Tom to arrive like they had arranged. \n\nShe had left her husband Jack at the campground, probably their last time camping for a while, at least until after the baby. She had made a fuss about the shower being uncomfortable, and that she needed a good soak, but she didn’t want to ruin the trip. After all they had planned it all with 2 other couples and everyone was having fun. Hence how she had convinced Jack to stay while she went home in the afternoon for a “soak”.\n\nTruth was, she’d been soaked for the last 3 day’s of their camping trip. She had been secretly texting Tom, their dirty messages ramping up and up. Finally he had teased her too much, yesterdays message about “fucking your sexy, swollen body where I knocked you up” had tilted her over the edge and she had decided she needed it, and started making noises about going home for a bath. \n\nHer hand wandered down to her panties, slowly starting to rub her clit through the fabric, unconsciously spreading her legs further like Tom liked. She thought back to how it all started, Jack being so caught up in work, the lack of sex, and the bold moves Tom had used to get her attention at the neighborhood BBQ. She remembered the first secret tryst, behind the shed in Tom’s backyard, his hand down her pants fingering her to an intense orgasm, her teeth clenched to keep quiet as her husband and all their friends laughed and joked 15 feet away in the dim light around the fire. \n\nShe slipped her panties to the side, slipping a finger in between her labia, teasing her glistening arousal as her thoughts continued to drift, the first time she had sucked him off, in her car by the park, the adrenaline and guilt, but the pleasure, the feeling of lost and being desired. God it was enough to make her feel drunk off the sex. \n\nAnd then her mind turned to the day they had finally done it, both her and Tom calling in “sick” to work, and then the passionate, insane sex that had followed, right here in her Marital bed. She shuddered with pleasure and guilt. \n\nThen she heard the front door open..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts about Kinky Quests/Adventures
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"content": "If your still taking prompts (go with which ever one you like):\n\n1. It was an odd job that these female mercs found themselves in, posing as the concubines of a young noble hosting a party while his real concubines were away dealing with family issues. Interestingly enough they didn't mind the how revealing and sexy the outfits were, the lavish room, the tight bondage, or the magic that was forcing orgasms out of them. If anything they could actually get used to it.\n\n2. The party comes across a dungeon that forcibly separates the party in order to get the treasure at the end, the men go down one path, the women the other. What awaits the men are some simple puzzles, a few weak enemies, and some decent loot. The women on the other hand have to deal with strict bondage, forced orgams, and much better treasure then what the men get.\n\n3. In a shocking move, Nintendo and Intelligent Systems release an adult spin off of the Fire Emblem franchise, with one side quest in particular garnering quiet a reputation within the fandom, maybe it was the game breakingly good rewards you would get from it, or how easy and fun it was to complete. Or maybe it was the fact that the quest itself had the player character tying up, and having their way with Shamir, F!Byleth, and Catherine from Fire Emblem Three Houses.\n\n4. A player new to this Sci-Fi MMO finds themselves accepting a quest from a very popular NPC. Except instead of it being one of her usual fetch quests or escort missions, she wants the player to have their way with her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You liked to hear about your party members personal histories, but the Sorceress was always a mystery to you. Always difficult to approach due to her "eccentric" personality. After finally getting a chance to discuss it, she moves her dress aside to reveal the magic sigil on her pelvis.
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"content": "Hope you enjoy, it's a little dialogue heavy but I get to the nsfw stuff in the end. (I realised the similarities after the fact and no, Moira is not based on Critical Roll's Jester.)\n\nPt. 1\n\nRowan ran a hand through his curly hair and glanced around. He always got chatty when he had few drinks in him, though while they were camping out like this there was never anyone new to speak to. That said, his companions were interesting enough to hold his attention regardless. They all had such fascinating stories to tell about themselves and you didn't enter this line of work and survive unless you were a pretty unique character. \n\nHe slurped his drink and glanced over at where \"Frog-Tail\" the hatchet-slinging Dwarf bellowed in laughter, sitting atop the keg he'd loaded onto the wagon despite their protestations in the last town. He was an exile from the clan he had devoted his life to, bound by his own honour never to return or speak to the son he was so proud of, who had followed in his footsteps as a warrior despite his disgust for his father's state of disgrace. Yet here he was, laughing louder than any of them. Indomitable. It took a while to draw him out but if you put in the time, Frog-tail would return the investment tenfold with wisdom, guidance and firm loyalty.\n\nThe diminutive human thief he was laughing at was Konstad, who was trying and failing to balance a dagger on his finger. Despite his childish, impulsive personality and desperate need for attention, Rowan had a serious respect for the little guy. He was the butt of every joke, his constant, unabashed advances on every woman who gave him the time of day and willingness to do anything the part asked if they combined the request with a compliment were the hallmark of someone who had been rejected time and again yet still pushed on, not allowing his own feelings of inadequacy to hold him back. For the scrawny rogue to make it among people as strong as these, he deserved at least a little credit.\n\nThe Half-Orc and the High Elf sat on the other side of the fire, the elf's head resting on the grey-skinned Dunder's shoulder. They had already been a duo when they joined the party, both isolated from their communities by war or persecution. They had somehow found each other and realised their strange bond while trying to survive in the streets of Sculder City, and their unlikely companionship had grown in strength since. \n\nThe only one he didn't have the full story on was the Tiefling Sorceress. Moira. She was fairly young, and probably the least intimidating out of the entire party but nonetheless he knew she wielded impressive power and arcane knowledge. She was quiet and bookish, with cute round glasses perched on her nose and a long, very proper black dress that went down to her ankles and and had buttons all down the front. Not the most revealing outfit, but who said all female adventurers had to be sluts? Brianna the Buxom and Amelie the sword swallower weren't representative of their entire sex.\n\n Her dull pink skin and little, three inch horns denoted her infernal heritage. She had a round, freckled face and dark brown hair that was pulled back into a single, thick braid going down her back. She was slender, with an unexceptional chest but a cute little round ass. He couldn't tell through the formal skirt that obstructed his view, but he bet she had a lovely pair of legs. Rowan shook his head. Why was he focusing so much on her appearance? He must have had a bit too much ale. He took another swig and sauntered over to where she was sitting on the grass, a little apart from everyone else. She couldn't be older than twenty. Just a little young for him perhaps.\n\nAs he set himself down on the long, lush grass next to her he reviewed what he knew about the young magician. She was definitely closer to young Konstad than Rowan in age and for a while he'd thought that the thief had a chance with her but she'd bashfully turned him down until he'd gotten the message and set his sights on some other girl. She seemed to come from money to some degree, being unused to the outdoors but excited and interested in the new places they found themselves in. She read and wrote a lot, even scribbling notes or a sketch into her thick notebook as Rowan approached. He couldn't imagine she'd had the best upbringing. Tieflings were obviously the subject of suspicion and even hatred over their demonic appearance and he thought she had mentioned something about being passed around her extended family in her youth. Whatever her life was like, she had been willing to leave it in order to take to the road and he wanted to know why, if she was willing. He shared her curiosity for new experiences but he tended towards interesting people rather than whole cultures or species.\n\nShe closed her notebook gently and turned to him as he settled down beside her. \"Hey Rowan, how're you doing?\" \"Ah, fine, you know how it goes. You drinking anything?\"\n\n\"*No*.\" She replied, \"I'm not generally a fan of alcohol.\" Rowan looked down at his mostly empty mug, and set it down beside him. \"You come over just to check in? Or was there something you wanted?\" The question wasn't unfriendly, just curious, but he supposed it spoke to the fact that they hadn't really interacted.\n\n\"Eh, the others seem to be doing their own thing and I realised we hadn't talked in a while. I'm not sure I even know where you're from.\"\n\n\"Dantalia.\" She smiled. \"Originally anyway, I kinda moved around a lot as a kid.\" So he'd been right about that. Now he knew to listen for it, he could definitely hear a slight Dantalia accent, but being passed around must have prevented her from developing a strong regional accent.\n\n\"Oh, I'm from the plains of Noden in the West, spent most of my life within a few miles of home. Must have been a lot different moving around.\" He didn't want to push a sore subject if she didn't want to talk about it but so far she seemed fine with talking about her past. Maybe he'd finally unravel the peculiar maiden tonight. ...That sounded dirtier then he'd meant.\n\n\"Yeah, it meant I didn't have a lot of friends growing up but y'know... I was lucky enough to be born into a good family and i had my books.\" She patted the closed notebook. He sensed she was downplaying the impact of her isolation but he knew better than to pry too much.\n\n\"Oh yeah, do you mind if I have a look?\" He gestured to the book. \"Hmm? Oh sure!\" Seemingly a little surprised he'd asked, she handed it over. He opened it on a recent page. On it's page she had depicted a troll they had recently defeated. She'd sketched it in life rather than the mangled mess they'd left behind them. Next to it was some spidery handwriting he could barely read. He wasn't great at the best of times but with her slanted, slender script he could only pick out certain words. \"Acid\", \" Mister Frog Tail\", \"Finished.\" \n\n\"Oh!\" She suddenly exclaimed excitedly. \"I think I did one of you recently actually!\" She snatched the book back from him, flipping through pressed flowers, the front of the last inn they stayed in, an account of how Cyrene the High Elf's magic seemed to work, complete with diagrams, and a long paragraph of text the only word of which he glimpsed was \"Help.\" He smiled somewhat sadly. She really didn't belong with them. She looked like someone's governess, or a merchant's daughter. If only for the horns."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In a grim future a mega company has copyrighted every sex position and intends to charge to use them. You don your mask and join the protest orgy outside their HQ.
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"content": "I never thought I would see a dystopian future where SexxxTracker, the dating app, turned bedpost notch tracker, turned streaming site, and the only adult website to ever rise above PornHub, would be the one to copyright and somehow trademark sex positions. At first, it was Cease and Desist orders. Then, it was purchase options. They bought into Facebook, their own app, and smart TV integration so that they could know what you were doing at home. \n\nPeople refused, there were fines, then there was jail time. Then, there were protests, you know? The sign kinds that do nothing. Then finally it was just too much, then it was time to get excessive. Everyone, and I mean everyone, said **fuck it** and moved outside their headquarters. Hundreds of thousands of people. Every gender, preference, orientation-- you name it. And of course, I did my part.\n\nI'm a single dude. It didn't mean anything to me except to meet up with some of my usual hook ups and head out. I put on a Fawkes mask, because why the hell not, and headed out into the street. I admired the ones who walked there nude, but I waited until I got there. I didn't know where I would start, because the fucking had already begun. The first couple there were bent over the blockades, absolutely railing. You could hear his balls slapping against her pussy from in the back. The moans became screams, and before I even had a chance to get hard on my own, my cock was in someone's mouth.\n\nFuck it, I kissed another dude. Hands were all over my body. I found one of my usual hook ups and two dudes held her aloft while I fucked her. Then one of them took turns. Then one of the guys girlfriends was the first to take my load. God, she didn't even have inhibitions about it either -- it was incredible. Some guy who had been watching, licked my cum right off his face. The debauchery had me hard again in less than five minutes, and in the interim? I spent all that five minutes eating the ass of someone I'd never met.\n\nThe comical part was that at first SexxxTracker was passing out cease and desist orders there, in the crowd. Then they tried to fine people. Then they had to start giving up when even the police, who were there to help mitigate the protesting were getting fucked, or doing the fucking. \n\nBy the time it was all said and done, there were hundreds of thousands of people simultaneously fucking. Not one of them didn't come. Not one.\n\nI know it isn't the end of SexxxTracker, by any stretch, but it is a start. We made it to their front doors; genders of all shapes and sizes were pressed against their solid-glass doors, tits and faces smearing sweat against the glass, leaving their mark. I came at least seven times, and my cock is sore, but... I'm heading back in an hour. Gotta rehydrate."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A hiccup in her magic meant that she had to swallow cum everyday or suffer dire consequences... At least that's what she *told* people, anyway.
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"content": "Contains >!magical blow jobs, cum swallowing, and sketchy contracts!<\n***\n\"I mean, you don't have to,\" Fiera told him as she sat at the edge of the tavern bed. \"There's probably no shortage of men downstairs who would like to receive my pleasure in exchange for a little of their essence.\" Molin stood still and she could almost smell the gears turning in his mind, like a spinning wheel, churning skein after skein of thick white yarn. \"I just thought you could use a little relief too,\" she said, looking down at her fiddling thumbs. The sorceress couldn't see, but she could sense her new partner's apprehension. \"I need this.\"\n\nMolin swallowed and closed the door. \"What happens if you don't um… receive a dose? Is there a cure?\"\n\n\"The short answer is that a demon will possess my body and my powers, build an army of enslaved fighters, then seek out the wizard who imprisoned him. There is no cure, only the palliative method to maintain the ward and keep me in control.\" \n\nThe fighter loosened his belt and sword and scabbard fell to the ground with a *thud*. Backing onto the bed, she kneeled and opened her robe, exposing one, then the other breast as the fabric folded at her waist. His reaction was quick, if not expected, a hand massaging the bulge in his pantaloons. As he untied the front of his pants, Molin crawled on the bed with her. \"I hope this soothes your curse,\" he said as she pulled the leggings down to his thighs.\n\n\"My favorite,\" she whispered imperceptibly, lowering herself to hold the shaft, curved with a large bell. \"You are doing a great service, and you have my gratitude.\" \n\nMolin groaned from the pressure exerted from her lips, wrapped tightly around his tip. It throbbed, pulsing with life as she licked underneath, slathering it in her mouth. She could feel him tensing, and wanted him to last a little longer. The short sessions never taste as good. Cupping his balls, she rolled them in her palm, imbuing him with a little of her own magic to give, a psychic connection that left impressions of her pleasure in his mind, like footsteps on a sandy beach. *More*, she projected, feeling his balls become heavier.\n\nRising again, she kissed him until Molin kissed back, darting his tongue over her lips and neck. His strong hands kneaded each breast, firmly twisting her nipples until she squealed. *I might have to fuck him*, she thought, feeling the wetness between her legs. Sensing his passion, she knew it wouldn't be hard to go further. *First things first.* \"Lay down for me, will you?\" she cooed.\n\nOn his back, he kicked his leggings free with her help and the hard red member tilted to the left. His legs were hairy and muscled, and the sorceress raked them with her fingernails. Molin gasped and held the sheets and pillow when she grazed his inner thighs. His cock twitched to the right. \n\n\"Shall we dance?\" she smirked, then scratched him again. Every playful scratch on his sensitive skin made it throb and jerk like a broken pendulum. \n\n\"Ah, that… that feels good,\" he moaned, red-faced in agony. His cock, glistening with pre-cum, called to her. Kneeling at his side, Fiera bent down and took his manhood into her mouth and plunged all the way to his base. \"Oh, fuck! Mercy!\"\n\n\"Mercy is for the weak,\" she gasped, strands of her saliva dripping from her mouth. Sinking again, she sucked him in earnest, feeling the thick shaft pass her lips and throat. As she bobbed up and down, the fighter's hand dropped away and pulled back her robe, exposing her own wet sex. He held her thigh until she looked at him and assented. When his fingers touched her delicate folds, dripping wet, it sent a wave of pleasure over her body. Jolts of electricity radiated from her pussy as he rolled over her lips, circling and dabbing her clit with his thick fingers. \n\nHer pace increased, slamming her face into his crotch as she fucked him with her mouth. She could feel his balls churning, the sweet and salty aroma of his essence boiling up through her nose. *This is going to be a big one*. She was right. Molin came without warning, hips rising off the bed as he shot his load into her mouth. Hands over his shaft, she milked him with speed and force, pulling every drop of cum that erupted, coating her tongue and fingers. Holding each digit in the air, she moaned and sucked each one, savoring his cum like the sweetest dessert. \n\nNever one to waste, Fiera cleaned his cock before turning to face him. \"Thank you,\" she said with a smile. She could see the faint yellow light in her eyes, reflected in his and hoped he was too cum drunk to notice. \"I am in your debt.\"\n\n\"No, I am in yours,\" he replied. Folding his arms under his head, he relaxed with a cleared mind. \"A man could get used to that.\"\n\n\"Really, would you do that?\" she asked in surprise, trailing a finger down his cheek. \"You'd let me swallow your essence every day?\"\n\n\"Sign me up.\"\n\nFiera held open a scroll and inked quill. \"This is just a formality, but you *do* have to do the signing yourself.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A reporter falls through an open manhole into the Tokyo sewer system. There, s/he meets the Adult Mutant Ninja Catgirls, a fearsome foursome of horny, crime-fighting nekos.
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"content": "“Mister, how about a deal. We give you a good time and you forget about it”. The leader said. I can’t believe this is real. I’ve made several reports about them but to think I can see them in person and not only that but they are offering to have a night with me!\n\n“Mister, we need an answer. Is it a deal or not?”. Says the leader. I quickly snapped into reality and agreed.\n\n“Let’s go girls. We have a man to silence”. Said the leader. The adult mutant ninja cat girls stripped themselves from their tight clothes as well as stripping me themselves revealing my dick. They make me lie on the floor and without hesitation two of them started licking my dick while a third one grabs my hand. I feel my fingers entering something and it doesn’t take me long to realize where my fingers are so I start moving them.\n\nBefore I can react the leader sits on my face, my lips brushing against her vagina. “Now mister, don’t you think I won’t have some fun myself. Start licking”. I do as she says and start licking. I her moanings. Eventually I can’t take it anymore and I cum, drowning myself in pleasure. \n\n“Now, it’s time for the main show”. Said all four in unison. The leader gets up and I see one of the four inserting my dick inside her vagina. I quicly start moving my hips as well as her. I don’t know how much have we being going but I know I’m at my limit. After one final thrust I finally cum once again and I lie on the floor exhausted.\n\n“Eh? You’re already tired?”. Said the leader.\n\n“You gotta last longer big boy. We don’t get satisfied so easily”. Said the second one.\n\n“Hey! Don’t forget about me. I wanna have some fun too!”. Said the third one.\n\n“And don’t you think I’m done with just one round”. Said the fourth one, my dick still inside her.\n\nThis is going to be a long night.\n\n(Any feedback is appreciated)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She brought to their attention an old rule that said any woman in the club had to pleasure the other members at their leisure. They thought she wanted it stricken. She did not.
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"content": "\"Ah, yes.\"\n\nGregory cleared his throat. He really hoped this wasn't a tell-all article or worse, lawsuit in the making. \n\n\"I take it that this clause means what it seems to?\" Alicia raised a questioning eyebrow.\n\n\"Well, um, listen, as I'm sure you're aware, many of the more archaic, obscure rules in the society's manifesto are still extant only for the sake of tradition and maintaining the character of the society, they are absolutely not enforced in any practical sense.\"\n\nBehind the bookish-looking young woman, Mr. Balfield, the agitated-looking treasurer for the society gestured silently to him to keep calm and continue talking.\n\n\"But this does state that it is the duty of any female members of the society to facilitate the male members sexually?\"\n\nAlicia, aside from being a together-looking brunette woman in her late twenties, with her hair in a neat bun, rectangular glasses, a simple white blouse and a brown corduroy skirt with black tights underneath, acted as a sort of librarian in the closed society. She organised, maintained and assisted with the use of the extensive bookshelves in the reading room that their club was based around. It was an important job and one she excelled at it, being intelligent and well read. It was no surprise therefore, that she had discovered this particular quirk of their constitution.\n\n\"I mean...\" There really was no getting out of this. \"I believe it may have simply been a, uh crude joke by the original founders of the club. Well before the idea that there would actually be female members was taken seriously. You know how university students are.\"\n\n\"Yes, well it is important to maintain the unbroken tradition that gives us our status.\" \n\nHe breathed a sigh of relief. She seemed to understand. \n\n\"So with that in mind, this seems like one of the old rules that we could feasibly put back into practise.\"\n\nGregory did not visibly react. \"Pardon?\"\n\n\"There aren't any other female members currently and as the upkeep of society traditions and academic etiquette is part of my duties anyway, I wouldn't be averse to it. It shouldn't impinge too much on my usual work.\"\n\nGregory looked to Mr. Balfield for help but he looked even more shocked.\n\n\"Miss- mi- Alicia. Are you saying you want the rule... enforced?\"\n\n\"Well 'enforced' is a strong word, but we have to preserve the traditions that make our society unique, so I don't see why we shouldn't do our best to maintain this particular one\"\n\n\"I see...\" The relieved secretary behind the librarian motioned for him to drop the topic, now seemingly resolved, so he did so.\n\nHalf an hour later, he was sitting in a fine leather armchair, pretending to read the paper but still obsessing over his earlier conversation with Alicia. Had she really meant what she said?\n\nHe glanced over the top of his newspaper to watch the young woman stretching to place a book on a high shelf, three more under her other arm. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't taken the odd look at his fellow member. She mightn't have dressed very provocatively but she was an attractive young woman. \n\nNot able to take it any more, he had to see if she'd been telling the truth. \n\n\"Alicia?\" His voice nearly cracked. \n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"That uhh... the rule we mentioned earlier, do you uh, that is to say...are you able to spare a minute?\"\n\n\"Are you asking me to lend you my body, Greg?\"\n\nHe felt like he was admitting to a crime. \"Yes?\"\n\nShe set the remaining books down and stepped lightly over to him. \"Do you have a condom? Or do you only require oral?\" She asked this bluntly and sincerely, her sweet face not visibly nervous.\n\n\"I-I don't have one.\" \n\n\"Very well.\" \n\nHe folded his paper and rested it on the arm of his chair so he could see her as she got to her knees and carefully removed her glasses. She seemed serious.\n\nHe unbuckled his expensive leather belt with fidgety, anxious fingers and tried not to show his giddy excitement as he produced his member. He already had a bit of a chub just from watching her, imagining the things he'd do to her given the chance.\n\nSoft hands used to desk work and thumbing the pages of hardback books wrapped around his dick, tugging it a couple of times, waiting for him to get hard so she could begin her work.\n\nHe watched, fascinated as she brought her head down, lips parting to accept the swollen head, taking it only halfway down the shaft at first, but quickly taking more and more of the veiny cock, locking her lips tightly around it as she began to give Gregory surprisingly tidy and quiet head. She mostly focused on the tip, never quite taking the entire thing but cradling his balls and working the tip like a big lollipop.\n\nHe leaned back, picturing the lovely librarian bending over to pick up a fallen tome, or leaning over her desk, her top buttons undone and giving him a nice view. He pictured himself giving in to temptation, reaching out and clamping a hand around the pretty girl's ass, putting his hand up her cute plaid skirt, or unzipping and removing the corduroy one she wore now, grabbing her from behind while she was sorting the shelves and pinning her agains them-\n\nHe groaned and Alicia gave a cute little gasp of surprise, feeling the hot load spurting inside her mouth at first, then splatting onto her cheek as she opened her mouth, releasing the head. \n\n\"I- sorry Alicia! I should've-\"\n\n\"Absolutely nothing to apologise for. If anyhting it's a compliment!\" She replied in a cheery tone. \n\nTaking the handkerchief he offered her, she kept talking. \"I hope that was satisfactory sir?\"\n\n\"Yes. Quite.\" \n\n\"Very good. In case you aren't aware, condoms are available in the student shop. I might leave a bowl in the reading room for convenience.\" \n\nWith that, she placed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose and turned with a wink, picking up the stack of books and returning to the shelves."
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