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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pill has been invented which promotes breast tissue growth, but it takes a while before the results become noticeable. One man has the 'clever' idea to add the pill to his spouse's daily vitamins. She notices right away, but rather than call him out she switches her vitamins with his.
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"content": "*Thanks for purchasing from \"The Female Enhancement Company.\" Our new pill, \"The Breast Enlarger,\" will increase the size of your breasts in order to make them a size you are more comfortable with. Disappointed with your flat chest? The Breast Enlarger will help you out! Want to have a larger bra size than you currently have? The Breast Enlarger is just what you need!*\n\n*Warnings: The pills contained in this package have been produced in accordance with what was filled out in your form, and as such are suited for you only. Consumption by anyone else may not work properly. Also be aware that there are side effects to these pills even for the people they are specifically designed for, and you may experience symptoms such as strong arousal and/or stimulation in your vagina. These symptoms may be even worse if the pills are consumed by the wrong person.*\n\n*Directions: There are multiple pills of different colors contained in this package. Each one has a different purpose. They are color coded based on your preferences. The brown pills are the main pills. These are the only ones you have to take if you only care about getting bigger breasts. Take one each day until you run out of brown pills. If by that time you desire bigger breasts still, fill out the form at the bottom of this sheet to request a refill. The pills take at least a week to visibly take affect, and the affects will not stop until at least a week after you finish taking the pills. This is a slow process that takes awhile, and we hope to make it work faster in the future as we make new discoveries.*\n\n*If you think your breasts have grown too large, or go back to preferring the original size of your breasts, or want to modify the shape of your body to better fit the new size of your breasts, this is where the pills of the other colors come in handy. Each one is color coded so that you know which one has which affect. This way, you can modify parts of your body without fully going back to your original body shape.*\n\n*The red pills...*\n\nMike stopped reading the directions. He had already read all he needed to know. A few weeks ago, he had filled out the form online to what he wanted it to be, and ordered the package of pills as a surprise for his wife, Susan. He intended to replace her daily vitamin pills with the breast expansion pills, and watch her surprise as her breasts grew over the next few weeks. He had gone so far as to customize the pills to be the same brown color of her vitamin pills, so that she wouldn't notice that her pills had been switched.\n\nSneaking into the bathroom, Mike opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out Susan's vitamin pill bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he emptied all the pills out of it into the garbage can and covered them up with some bits of garbage to hide them from her sight. Then he carefully removed all of the brown pills from the breast growth pill bottle and placed them in Susan's empty vitamin pill bottle, which he then placed back into the cabinet.\n\nHe looked at the rest of the multicolored pills in the breast growth bottle. \"I don't need these,\" he said to himself. \"My wife won't need her breast size reduced because she'll love her large breasts.\" He threw the bottle of pills into the garbage can and covered it up with some more pieces of trash. \"I better keep the directions though,\" he said to himself. \"Just in case I want a refill.\" He went into his bedroom and stuffed it into the drawer on his nightstand. He knew the next few weeks were going to be fun.\n\nSusan arrived home an hour later, and sat down to eat dinner. Mike needed to run out of the house for a few minutes because they were out of hot dog buns, and while he was out buying some, Susan remembered that she needed to write a letter to a cousin and mail it the next day. She looked around for an envelope, but couldn't find one. She wondered if Mike maybe had one stuffed in his nightstand drawer, and opened it to check. \n\nThe words \"Breast Enlarger\" immediately caught her eye as the drawer opened, and Susan immediately snatched the paper up in horror. Her eyes skimmed through it, hoping to find that Mike hadn't done anything to her already that she didn't know about.\n\n*The brown pills are the main pills.*\n\nBrown pills? Yes, of course. Her daily vitamin pills. Mike must have switched them on her. Was it too late? She rushed to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. The pills looked similar to the ones she normally took every night before bed. She see any difference. But if Mike had really been so cunning, of course he'd have gotten pills that looked exactly like hers. Was there a way to tell? Her eye caught Mike's vitamin pill bottle on the same shelf. He took the exact same pills that she did every night. She would be able to look at his to see if there were any difference between the two pills.\n\nSure enough, the pills in Susan's bottle edges that were slightly more rounded than the ones in Mike's bottle. It was clear that he had switched them on her. But when? Had she already been taking them for a few days now, and would soon be seeing her breasts start to grow? The paper said that the pills took at least a week to get the full affect. But, if Mike had thrown away her pills in order to replace them...\n\nSusan's hands dove into the garbage can and there were all of her pills, along with the bottle with the multicolored pills in them. She sighed in relief as she read the label on the bottle. It said the date of that very day. She hadn't taken any of the breast expansion pills yet. She was safe.\n\n\"Quite clever of you, Mike,\" she said to herself with a chuckle. \"Unfortunately you failed to properly hide the evidence.\"\n\nShe heard Mike's car pulling up in the driveway, and her first thought was to open the door and confront him about the pills. But then another thought crossed her mind.\n\n\"If you want big tits, Mike,\" she said to herself with a smile, \"then you will have them.\"\n\nOpening her pill bottle full of breast expansion pills, she emptied it out into her hand. Then she opened Mike's pill bottle and dumped his pills into her bottle. Then she put the breast expansion pills into Mike's bottle, replaced the lids on both, and placed them back on their proper places on the cabinet shelf.\n\n\"This is going to be so much fun,\" she giggled.\n\nShe managed to sit back down at the kitchen table before Mike came in through the door.\n\n\"How have you been doing?\" he asked.\n\n\"Oh, I've been just fine, dear,\" she said, trying to hold back her laughter.\n\n\"That's good,\" said Mike. \"Now let's eat our dinner and go to bed. It's getting late.\"\n\nIn the bathroom that night, Mike and Susan showered together and brushed their teeth. Then it was time to take third pills. Susan noticed Mike watching eagerly as she took her pill bottle out of the cabinet, but kept a straight face and pretended that she knew nothing about what he'd done. She opened the bottle, took out one of the pills, put it in her mouth, drank a sip of water, and swallowed it. Then she watched as Mike did the same thing. He took his pill bottle, opened it, obliviously took out one of the breast expansion pills that Susan had placed into it, put it in his mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed. And after he swallowed, Susan smiled.\n\nMike woke up the next morning with a hardon, something which did not usually happen in the morning. He wondered if Susan had been stroking him while he was asleep, but she appeared to be fast asleep next to him. Deciding not to worry about it, he got dressed and went to work, but he kept feeling the urge to stroke his cock, and that urge wouldn't go away.\n\nAt lunch break, he locked himself in the restroom, pulled down his pants, and stroked his cock, imagining how great Susan's tits would feel in a few weeks. After a few minutes, the most amazing orgasm he'd ever felt rumbled through his cock, and a big load of cum spurted out of it and into the toilet. He couldn't believe how good it felt. But the interesting thing was that he continued to feel the urge to stroke even after this. It didn't go away.\n\nHe was still feeling horny when he returned home that evening. \"Susan,\" he said. \"I need you to suck my cock right now.\"\n\nSusan was surprised to hear this, but knew that this probably had something to do with the pills. So, not wanting him to catch on, she pulled down his pants and wrapped her lips around his cock, licking and sucking as it grew hard in her mouth. Mike groaned and moaned loudly, and eventually came without warning into her mouth. And it was a big load too, even bigger than the one he let loose earlier that day. There was so much cum that Susan wasn't able to swallow it all, and some of it leaked out of her mouth and down her face.\n\n\"That was delicious,\" she said. \"We should do that some more during the next few weeks.\"\n\nIt turned out that Mike asked her to blow him again that same night at bedtime, and came even harder, and in the middle of the night she was awakened by the sound of Mike stroking his cock hard and fast. \"I sure hope he doesn't figure out what's going on,\" she thought to herself again.\n\n(Continued below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: use this prompt as an excuse to write/post the smut you've always wanted to do, but could never find the right prompt for! :)
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"content": "Note: contains DD/lg relationship, but not incest. Both characters are over 18+.\n***\n\n\"Daddy,\" she mewed from the corner of the bed, \"I was such a good girl today.\" She had carefully removed her pencil skirt and charcoal blazer and hung them in the closet before changing into lingerie. She turned around and pulled a sheet of paper from under her frilly pillow and presented a checklist to him. \"I came home from work and then I did all my chores today...even the hard ones.\"\n\n\"That's good, I'm so proud of you,\" he said, stuffing her long hair behind her ears. \"You get a gold star.\" He pulled out a sticker sheet from his pants pocket and affixed a shiny star onto the sheet and then handed it back to her. \n\nShe bounced off the bed and hugged him, caressing the front of his crisp dress shirt. \"Thank you daddy,\" she said, then put the paper on her desk. He admired her petite frame, veiled by the sheer pink teddy that didn't quite cover her round, tight ass, then moved closer behind her. He slapped her bare pussy from behind, startling her.\n\n\"Did you practice your instrument?\" he asked, as he rubbed one finger between her slit. \n\n\"It...it wasn't on the-hnngh...list,\" she whimpered. Her ass stung and tingled but she could feel her juices coat his hand. She gripped the edge of her desk and lowered herself until he supported her weight with his probing finger.\n\n\"It's on the permanent list, remember?\" He grabbed the back of her neck with his free hand and guided her head down, until her cheek was pressed against the desk surface. \"How much punishment do you think you deserve, kitten?\"\n\n\"Ah-ah-all of it,\" she said. She couldn't see his expression behind her, she could only feel the dampness and cold air between her legs, where his loving hand was removed. \n\n\"Let's go with ten,\" he said gently. His first strike hit her square on her ass, leaving a palm print that began to redden. He followed it with other on her other flank. Her cheeks bounced as she yelped and took each spank. His aim was focused, turning her pale ass three darker shades of pink. \n\n\"Mmm, Daddy, I'm sorry,\" she moaned as he rubbed his palm over her hot skin. \"I'll remember to practice from now on.\"\n\nHe lifted her upright and slid the top of her lingerie down to her waist. \"If you don't practice, you won't get strong fingertips, like these,\" he said, groping her breast. \"Don't you want to make Daddy proud?\" She gasped for air as he squeezed them hard and twisted her nipples. \n\n\"Yes! Yes, Daddy,\" she screamed. \"I want to make you so proud of your princess. Please, please Daddy.\" She desperately wanted to grind her spanked ass into him, to feel him grow between her cheeks, but she knew better, and waited. \"Tell me what to do, Daddy.\"\n\nHe led her back to the bed and she crawled onto it. \"I want you to practice for me,\" he said. \"Practice your fingering technique.\" \n\nHe eased her down onto her back, with her head over the edge of the bed. She slowly traced the outline of her breasts, waist, and hips, until her fingers reached her bare mound. She slid three, then four fingers into her pussy and she fucked herself, never taking her eyes off of him. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his hard cock, watching her lick her lips in anticipation. \n\n\"Don't stop,\" he commanded as he rested the head of his cock on her nose. She tilted her head, eager to have his cock in her mouth, but he lifted it away. \"What's the magic word?\"\n\n\"Pl-please,\" she said between short breaths. \"Daddy may I please suck your cock?\"\n\n\"You may.\" He slipped past her wet lips and she licked his head, taking more of him into her mouth. \"Baby, your mouth feels so good, do you know that?\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" she hummed, unwilling to let him go. She pumped her fingers faster, in and out of her pussy until the wet slaps echoed in the room. His cock stiffled her moans when she came, hard against her fingers. Her mouth was filling with more saliva as he pushed further down her throat. When she reached her limit she grazed his thigh with her free hand and he instantly removed his member. She let the bubbles of spit overflow from her cheeks and dribble to the floor. \n\n\"Good girl,\" he said, rubbing his cock against her cheek. \"Tell me what you want, princess.\"\n\n\"I want Daddy's cock in my pussy. My fingers don't feel as good as when you fill me up. Fill me up, Daddy. That's what I want.\"\n\nHe hopped into bed and turned her over, holding her spread legs in the air. He guided her sex to his throbbing cock and waited until she whimpered, teasing her slit with his shaft. \n\n\"Daddy, please,\" she begged. \"Please Daddy, please.\" The anticipation was killing her, and she could do nothing but wait while he played with her clit with his cock. He thrust inside her without warning and she melted. \"Yes, fuck yes, Daddy!\" she exclaimed.\n\nHe was not gentle, thrusting hard and fast into her wet pussy. He leaned over, pinning her to the bed until her ass was lifted off, her legs trapped over his shoulders. She groaned passionately under his body as he threw himself into her, losing herself in her own lust. She couldn't speak; didn't want to. He hooked his thumb into her mouth and she pulled against it, feeling his raw power controlling her. She came and came again as his cock found her most sensitive spot, deep inside her delicate folds and sent her over the edge.\n\n\"Daddy, cum inside me,\" she panted. \"Cum inside your good little girl, please. I need to feel it all, oh please oh please oh-\" She could feel him shoot his load into her and she arched her back, squeezing his cock as hard as she could. He held her by her sides and supported her as he pumped more and more cum into her eager pussy. \"Oh Daddy, thank you, so, so much,\" she said, caressing his cheek. \n\nHe gently lowered her and withdrew his slick shaft, his cum mixed with her cream spilling out of her pussy. He rolled her on her stomach and rubbed it over her ass, massaging it all back into her cheeks. \n\n\"Do you want some lotion, baby?\" he asked, gently rolling his hands over her back.\n\n\"No, thank you, Daddy,\" she replied. \"You're all I'll ever need.\"\n\n***\nMy first DD/lg story. I don't really write these but I hope I got the elements right. 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Write a story using this writing prompt: After rushing to push a young woman out of the way of an oncoming truck, he's certain of his own demise... So he can't believe his luck that he manages to wake up in a hospital, and with nary a scratch on him! That is until he looks down, and finds a pair of breasts on his chest...
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"content": "I slowly opened my eyes, and was instantly greated by bright lights on the hospital ceiling. So bright, I had to close my eyes again. I was alive. I was probably terribly scarred and beat up, but I was alive.\n\nI didn't really know what came over me when I pushed Karen out of the way of that truck that came unexpectedly around the corner. Maybe it was because she had been so nice to me when we talked together outside the mall we ran into each other at. Maybe it was her sense of humor that I loved. Maybe it was even her stunning beauty. Long hair, beautiful smile, perfect body. Her boyfriend, whoever he was, was a lucky man.\n\nSo I had acted out of concern for her, not wanting any part of her to be damaged, when I shoved her out of the way of that truck. Sure, I had gotten hit by it instead, and was probably severely injured now, but at least I had protected her from the same fate.\n\nI heard the doctors talking in the room all around me. \"Good, you're awake,\" said one of them. \"Good news. With the exception of a small head injury, you are completely uninjured and can go home safely.\"\n\nI couldn't believe it. I had no injuries? This was wonderful! I could go back to doing things like normal.\n\n\"So, how long do want me to stay here?\" I asked, and noticed to my surprise that the voice that came from my mouth was not my own. It sounded completely different. Almost female in tone.\n\n\"What's wrong with my voice?\" I asked, hearing this strange female voice come from me again. Things were really weird.\n\n\"Your voice sounds fine, miss,\" responded the doctor.\n\nMiss? *Miss?*\n\n\"Very funny,\" I said sarcastically. \"Let's be serious now, okay?\"\n\n\"I'm being perfectly serious, miss,\" said the doctor.\n\nThis drove me into frustration, and I sat up to tell the doctor how I felt about his sense of humor. And that's when I saw them. Those two, fairly sized, female tits on my chest. With a little shriek, I jumped back a little bit.\n\n\"I'll come back in a minute and tell you when you can go,\" said the doctor, and left the room.\n\n\"No, no,\" I said to myself. \"I really hope this isn't what I think it is.\"\n\nGetting up from the hospital bed, I walked up to the mirror that stood in the room. There was Karen, staring back at me. I was Karen now!\n\nWhat happened? Did my body die, and my brain was transferred into Karen's body? That was the only possible explanation. Walking slowly towards the door, I put my ear to it and listened to the voices of the doctors and nurses on the other side. It was hard to make out everything they said, but what I did hear confirmed my fears.\n\n\"... hit by the truck... severe concussion \n... brain damage ...\"\n\n\"She died ... his body horribly destroyed ... surgery ... brain ...\"\n\n\"... the kind of life he'll live like that ...\"\n\nI heard the handle of the door being turned and quickly rushed back to the hospital bed before the doctor entered the room again.\n\nSo it was true. My body had been fatally destroyed, Karen had died from a concussion, and my brain had been placed into her body. I hadn't saved her at all. I had killed her by shoving her and making her hit her head. I was happy to be alive, even if it meant losing my old body, but knowing that I had lost somebody who had been so kind to me made me feel depressed.\n\n\"So, Karen,\" said the doctor. \"I've spoken with the other doctors. You can go home now.\"\n\n\"Please,\" I said. \"You don't have to call me Karen. After all, you know that's not my name.\"\n\n\"It's not?\" asked the doctor.\n\n\"No,\" I said. \"You know that.\"\n\n\"I do?\" he asked.\n\nI could tell he was deliberately playing dumb. Maybe this was part of the way this kind of surgery worked though. I had to become Karen now. I didn't even know this kind of surgery was possible until a few minutes ago, so it was very obviously not something revealed to the general public yet. It all made sense. I had to pretend to be Karen, and forget that I was ever my true self. The doctor was just making that easier for me by referring to me by the name I would go by for the rest of my life. It helped.\n\n\"Thank you,\" I said to him.\n\n\"Your welcome,\" he said, and gave me a reassuring nod.\n\nLuckily for me, Karen kept her address on her phone, so I was easily able to find my way to the house I'd be living in for the rest of my life. When I entered, there was a man sitting on the chair inside. This must have been Karen's boyfriend.\n\n\"Karen!\" he exclaimed with joy as he rushed to me and gave me a big hug. \"I was so worried about you. I thought I might lose you forever.\" He gave me a big kiss on the lips. This took a minute to get used to, because I had never kissed a man in my entire life, but I found it wasn't too bad.\n\nJohn (as I soon discovered his name was) was happy to spend time with Karen again, and this lead to us watching TV late into the night. John would occasionally place his hands on my tits and sometimes rub and squeeze them, which I found I liked. At last, John got up from the chair and undressed. \"I bet you've been missing sucking my dick, haven't you?\" he said. \"Well, go ahead. It's still as ready as ever for you.\"\n\nI hesitated. I had never sucked off a guy before, but I also knew that I was Karen now, and I had to do exactly what she did. So, I kneeled down and wrapped my lips around John's dick, making him moan. I decided to tease him a little bit, and I gave his tip a few little licks, humming and moaning on it. Then I began to suck.\n\n\"Oh, fuck!\" said John. \"You've gotten better at this! It's never felt this good before!\"\n\nHe shoved his dick deeper into my mouth and down my throat. Karen must have been used to this, because her throat instinctively adjusted to fit his dick without gagging as much.\n\n\"Oh yeah,\" said John. \"This is so good. I'm going to cum early because of this.\"\n\nHe gave a few long gasps and at last became as still as a statue with his ecstacy. A few seconds later, I felt the head of his dick twitching in the back of my throat as it shot its cum down it. It was the only part of him that made any movement for the next twenty seconds.\n\nWe fell asleep together in bed that night, and I was awakened the next morning by John licking my pussy. This was a feeling I had never had before, and I was loving it.\n\n\"Hey baby,\" said John. \"I've missed waking you up this way, and I bet you've missed me doing it as well.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I moaned. \"It feels so good.\"\n\n\"And it's about to feel even better,\" he said. He climbed on top of me and slid his dick into my pussy.\n\n\"You're nice and sensitive from all that licking,\" he said, \"And I've been stroking my dick all morning. Just give me a hard fuck and we'll both cum together.\"\n\nHe began thrusting, and pleasure was a kind I had never known before. I began thrusting with him, we fucked harder and harder, until at last we came together. He shot a huge load a cum into me, and I exploded over his dick. It was my first orgasm as a female, and it felt greater than I could have imagined. I was starting to enjoy being a woman.\n\nAfter sex, John got dressed and went to work, so that I was left to myself. I heard a knock at the door, and opened it to be greeted by... me! Or at least, my old body, now scarred and bruised.\n\n\"Don't worry!\" said my old body. \"It's me, Karen!\"\n\n\"But I thought...\" I said. \"I thought that...\" I couldn't finish my thought.\n\n\"Let me guess,\" said Karen. \"You thought your old body was dead along with my mind, and you had your brain placed in my body.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I answered. \"That's exactly it.\"\n\n\"You would have been right,\" said Karen. \"Because I did think your body was going to be dead when I switched us. Fortunately, we both survived, but I didn't get to explain it to you before you left the hospital.\"\n\n\"Wait a minute,\" I said. \"Wait just a minute. Are you saying that you have the ability to swap bodies with people?\"\n\n\"Of course I am,\" she answered. \"I've been able to do it since age 13, though how I got this power I still haven't figured out.\"\n\n\"But why did you do it?\" I asked. \"I thought you were dead because of this whole thing. I thought I accidentally killed you by making you hit your head.\"\n\n\"I saw your body laying there, unconscious, and I felt sorry for you,\" she answered. \"I knew it was unlikely you were going to live, and that it was all my fault. I couldn't live with that knowledge for the rest of my life. So, right before I passed out from hitting my head, I swapped our bodies.\"\n\n\"You risked your life to save me?\" I asked. \"You thought you were losing your life to save mine? But why did you care that much?\"\n\n\"Because you were so nice to me at the mall,\" she said. \"I didn't want such a good friend of mine to die.\"\n\n\"But I heard the doctors outside the door talking about what had happened,\" I said\n\n\"Do you really think you can hear exactly what they say through those walls?\" she asked. \"They could have been talking about any of the hundreds of other patients there.\"\n\n\"Well,\" I said. \"This is a bit awkward. Should you just switch us back now?\"\n\n\"Well,\" she answered, \"That all depends on whether you want to keep your new female body or not.\"\n\n\"You mean,\" I said, \"You don't care if we switch lives forever?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" she said. \"I'm enjoying this new body actually, and judging from how sweaty you are, I think you've been enjoying my boyfriend quite a bit.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I answered. \"He's great.\"\n\n\"So,\" she said, \"If you want to keep things this way, then we can. We can have entirely new lives now this way.\"\n\n\"You know what?\" I said. \"I like being you. And if you like being me, then I'm fine with you never switching us back. So let's keep it this way.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Karen. \"But let's meet up again sometime and hang out.\"\n\nAnd that's how I got a new life as Karen, and had many fun times with her boyfriend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your sleep paralysis demon is hot.
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"content": "> content: demon, MM, sleep paralysis, no actual sex\n\nI woke to the sound of the howling wind blowing through my window, curtains waving in the wind. I shivered as the elements chilled my naked skin, tearing the blessed comfort of my sleep away. Any night where I could sleep calmly without being woken up I the middle of the night to an uncomfortable chill would be nice. I wasn’t the kind of man who could bear the cold.\n\nWhy was the window open? I thought I closed it, latched it shut, but the sight in front of me as I lay on my pillows challenged my memory. Too cold. I had to close it.\n\nMy arms and my legs, I couldn’t move them. Of all the nights to wake up, lucid and paralyzed, I had to have left the window open. My sleep sickness had taken hold for the last year, quickly becoming a problem, one the doctors had no answer to. Try as I might, I couldn’t manage anything. I couldn’t lift myself, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t do anything about the cold.\n\nA deep, drawling voice rolled over me from the foot of my bed. “Are you awake?” I shivered in fear. Who was that? A neighbor? A friend? No... it had to be worse.\n\nThud. Thud. Thud. Heavy steps came closer. The floorboards creaked under the weight of the interloper. \n\nI tried to run, slide out of my bed. I tried to look, see what it was. I couldn’t. I tried to close my eyes, fall asleep, pretend this was a dream. I couldn’t. I never could.\n\n“Are you ignoring me?” that deep voice questioned. “Don’t hide it. I can see inside your mind.” \n\nThud. Thud. Thud. The footsteps started circling around to the window in front of me. A massive person towered over me, his face seemed to be covered in hair. Two horns protruded out of his forehead like a demented goat. I had to scream, pray for relief, for this demonic man to leave me be. Was he the cause of my sickness, my paralysis? Was I possessed? \n\n“Oh, you seem to have a bit of an issue,” he rumbled. “Paralysis? Here, let me shed some light on you.” \n\nHe lifted a hand, and a spark of light bloomed into a hovering flame. I would have gasped if I could, not just at the unnatural fire above my bed, but at the sight of the demon. Goat’s horns, rough and knobbled stood above a wild face covered in flowing black hair like a lion. He was naked below that, and I could see his muscular build. His legs were equally impressive, and he had no sense of modesty as his member hung in front of me. \n\n“Oh, you’re scared? Don’t be. I won’t harm you or possess you. Devils like me, we don’t do that.” He smiled as he spoke, reassuring me. \n\nI shivered. I had no choice but to trust him, but I was cold and terrified. A midnight visit by a devil was an ill omen. \n\n“You’re cold?” he asked, his insight proving true as I nodded at him in my head. “I’m sorry, I opened up the window when I entered your room. It’s so hot in the infernal planes. Here, I’ll close them shut.” \n\nHe walked over to the window, and with a gentle motion, he shut the windows and latched them. The howling wind went away, and the chill left as well.\n\n“I know I can’t hold a conversation like this. I can see parts of what you’re thinking. There’s a bit of gratefulness, but still fear and apprehension. This isn’t a way to hold a conversation.” \n\nI agreed in my mind again as he pulled up a stool to sit down in. I must have been more curious that fearful, as he seemed to loosen up. The church had always taught a fear of devils and demons, but he seemed civilized. Hardly the beasts I was taught about.\n\n“I’m sorry about intruding like this. I just wanted a way out of hell, just for a few hours, and a portal led me right to your home. You must have some grim specters hanging over you.” \n\nI had to agree. This sleep paralysis was exhausting me, not to mention the stresses of satisfying the nobility I was attached to. There was no room for a good night’s sleep, or a moment of tender feelings. \n\nThe demon nodded again. “Stressed. Pent up. I understand. I’m a minor lord of the infernal planes myself, and the thought of ascension always drags on my mind. The searing heat as well...”\n\nHe talked in that calm voice of his, and I listened. I forgot about my predicament, and I listened to his problems. There was a lot that was similar, that feeling of an uphill battle for both of us. \n\n“It all, just makes you feel so helpless.” he admitted. “Our mental states might be so fragile, and that’s even before we come to you. Lying there, like a tender lamb.” \n\nI was ashamed at my own helplessness. I wanted to ask him for help, something to distract me, to tire me back to sleep.\n\nHe raised his eyebrow, adding it to the mane of dark hair around his face. “You’re interested in doing things? Well, let me take a look first.” He rose from the stool, and gripped my blankets and cast them off, exposing my naked form to the air. \n\n“Ah, you’re marvelous. Just like I thought. A demon’s skin is never this smooth, and never so beautiful.” I was surprised at the attention, but it was welcome. I felt pride at the compliments, pride in my body.\n\n“And this cock.” He leaned down, examining my own penis. I thought about more, what I wanted him to do. Ravish me, tease me, take me from my nightmarish waking moments. He didn’t do anything but cradle my cock, gently rubbing it and encouraging my pleasure. \n\n“Interested? I said I couldn’t read your mind precisely, but I can tell some things about you. I won’t take you like this, but if you’d write a letter for me, I’ll see what I can do the next time to drop by.” \n\nHe let me go, his calloused hands leaving my cock. I felt disappointment at that, and disbelief a demon would not indulge in more.\n\n“You don’t mind if a take a smoke, so you?” \n\nI nodded at him in affirmation, my paralysis wearing off a tad. Curiouser and curiouser. Were all demons so kind?\n\n“Thanks. It’s not often that I can treat myself to a vice like this.” He lit the smoke with a snap of his fingers, the fumes entering my nostrils, the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.\n\nHe was gone when I woke up in the morning, the sheets placed over me again and the window shut. “Did that... really happen?” I said to myself. The window, the sheets, the demon... \n\nI looked around, and I saw the end of a cigarette, and a dim light floating above the corner of my bed, right before it winked out of existence. Proof that he had certainly visited. A promise he would visit again.\n\nNow, what to write in that letter."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][TT] You learned two things tonight: 1. Your Palico knows a fondue recipe that can transform them into humanoids, and 2. Your Palico, who fearlessly hunted monsters side-by-side with you, is also madly in love with you.
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"content": "(I had an idea and I had to go with it. It's going to be a quick one)\n\nThe whiskered cat boy pawed at me insistently, his palico-sized suit of armor discarded on the ground. He had the same chestnut skin color as his fur was, besides a black splotch around his nose and whiskers. \n\n\"Me-ow! Partner! Come on, go on and 'hunt me' me already!\" \n\nI sighed. Ever since he started transforming himself, he got so randy. \"Not now, okay? I have research to do,\" I said as I sharpened my bone greatsword. It brimmed with electricity, ready to shock anything I could slice with it, but my Palico was ready for something else. \n\n\"Come on! You can go hunting another day! I won't stay like this forever and you keep teasing me with your sexy looks! I'm hard and ready!\" He climbed on top of me and started humping my furred armor with his cock. \n\n\"I wear the Kirin armor because it helps with lightning damage, not because I want to show off.\" I reached around and grabbed my yowling Palico by the scruff of his neck and dropped him in front of me. \"How do you turn into a cat-boy anyways?\" \n\nHe beamed up at me, and dug around his... somewhere and pulled out a pot of melted cheese. \"I got this fondue from the Mewoscular chef!! He said it would get me swole, but instead it turned me into a boy!\" He offered it to me and I took it, careful not to breathe the stuff too deeply. \n\nAn idea popped into my head. \"Wait, if it turns you into a humanoid palico, what happens if I feed it to a Wyvern?\" He looked nervous at the suggestion, which must meant I was onto something. \"Come on, my feline friend, let's go test it out!\" I slung my greatsword on my back, and picked up the wiggling cat-boy, eager to try and see what would happen."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Inspiring tales of sodomy
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"content": "*The Cupid-class Androgynoid is designed specifically for people who love ass and only ass. Its default features include: a minimalist two fuckable holes, them being ass and mouth; wireless behavioral controls that determine their levels of boyish and girlishness; and the Blank Slate Chassis, which allows you to modify them as pleased due to their necessary components being more compact than any model in the last thirty years. If you're an ass-lover, the Cupid is the robot companion for you!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It is almost impossible to make an angel cum. Males may ejaculate but, both sexes almost never really have an orgasm. Angels are fine with this they don't really have the urge. But for the rare human-angel hybrid, it's a curse that comes with their heritage.
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"content": "One angel, decided they wanted to experience and orgasm, so they decided to go to Earth. There was a rumor that demons could make anyone have orgasms, some even fucking a person to death, only to die in the utmost bliss. The angel was beyond curious and needed to satisfy their curiosity.\n\n​\n\n​\n\nP.s. I am not a skilled writer so if anyone wants to add feel free to do so. I'm sorry in advance if this isn't how these things work."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Pidge never expects to run across anyone, so she only brings a towel to her nightly showers
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"content": "The drumming finally stopped and Pidge let out a sigh of relief. After the ceremonial greeting and the ritual dinner song, the Arusians aboard the castle-ship continued their celebration of goodwill with a drumming circle that lasted for hours. She was glad to get a little peace and quiet, even if it came at this late hour. *It's only for a few days*, she thought as she calculated the distance back to their world. *I can hole up here for a few more days.* Pidge turned in her bed and she scrunched her nose as it hit the spot on her pillow where she had just laid. She cursed her bad luck, remembering how the Arusians spilled the cold soup into her hair at the banquet, earlier that day. The smell seemed to have gotten worse over time. She lept out of bed and pulled a clean towel buried under the mess in her room then headed out.\n\nThe ship was quiet, except for the dull hum of the engines that reverberated through the bulkheads. Pidge tiptoed past the crew quarters but her boots were too loud for her liking. She took them off and walked barefoot into the utility room, where the washers cleaned all their uniforms. *It's going to take at least an hour to get these clean*, she thought as she stripped out of her shirt and pants, then loaded a machine. She wrapped the towel around her naked frame and snuck towards the showers.\n\n\"Ah,\" she sighed. The warm water jets felt stimulating on her scalp as she rubbed in the shampoo. Apple scents and lilac filled the steamy shower and Pidge slowed down to enjoy it. There was no rush, not at this time of night, she thought. After checking every square inch of her skin, Pidge turned off the shower and walked back to the hook where she left her towel, only to find it missing.\n\n\"Where in the world-\" she started to murmur when her eye caught the corner of her towel, slowing dragged away into the locker room. *Shit! Someone is here!* she thought. Pidge looked around the showers but there were no other coverings. The drops of water on her skin began to cool rapidly, and she ran her hands over her arms and body to flick them off before sneaking over to the locker room entrance.\n\nShe spied two members of the Arusian delegation aroundo the corner, not much taller than the bench in between the metal lockers. They were speaking in a tongue she didn't understand, but she could read their body language: they were fighting over the towel. She watched them tug at the ends, pulling each other back and forth, with the bench in between them.\n\n*Just what I need*, she thought. *Towel creates intergalactic incident.* Pidge looked at their positions and calculated her required speed to pass the bank of lockers without them noticing. She twitched her lips and summoned all her energy, then bounded as quick as her bare feet could take her. She stopped and listened from the next row, hoping that they were still arguing, but it was silent. She slowly crept back and peeked around the corner. The occupied aisle was empty.\n\n\"THE GODDESS!\" she heard from behind her, and she jumped out of her skin. The two had run along the other side of the lockers and spied her bare ass sticking out in plain view. Pidge sprinted for the exit and didn't look back. She could hear them speak louder as they followed her, but there was nowhere she could turn, no nooks nor alcoves to hide.\n\nShe bolted back towards crew quarters with her eyes trained on the bulkhead doors. As she passed through the lounge and kitchen, she only noticed the flash of yellow of Hunk's shirt when it was too late. She look at him as he stared back at her, slack jawed, holding a plate with leftover Arusian cake. It fell to the ground with a clang and the sound snapped Pidge out of her frozen state. She ran, red-faced and hot back to her room. She locked the door and panted with her back against the wall, listening for anyone following. She could only hear her racing heart.\n\nIn the morning Pidge got ready for breakfast and practiced what she'd say to Hunk: \"It was just a dream. You saw nothing. Those Arusians sure look like naked runners in the dark, right?\" She took a deep breath and opened her door, and almost tripped over the pile of neatly folded clothes and her boots at the doorway. There was a note on yellow stationary:\n\n>I talked to a couple Arusians last night over coffee and cake. They had quite a story to tell but I told them about the built-in castle-ship training simulations, how they can be very realistic. \n> \n>BTW, I think these are clean... -H.\n\nPidge picked up her clothes and put them back in her room and waited until the heat left her cheeks, then thought about how she wanted to thank Hunk for his discretion."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Genitals exert a physical force like magnets. Opposite sexes attract, same sexes repel.
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"content": "Contains mmmmmm perpetual hands-free circle jerk\n***\n\"I can't believe this works,\" Donny said as he entered the communal shower. His short towel was wrapped tightly around his waist and fluttered as he approached the men. Even from this distance, he could feel the hum growing stronger as he walked closer. Five muscled men stood in a circle with their backs facing the center. Donny admired their svelte or toned bodies, broad shoulders, and finally their cocks, in varied states of arousal. His friend Tony was closest to him and waved him over as they widened the circle to accept the new man.\n\n\"It's fucking great,\" Tony said, massaging Donny's shoulder with one hand. Donny peeled off his towel and looked at the tuft of hair around his flaccid penis and ran his fingers through his mound. \"Hey, don't do that,\" Tony said, grabbing his arm. \"Let the circle and physics do the work.\"\n\n\"Are you guys ready?\" asked a grey-haired man. \"Donny, this is your first time but it's real easy, just follow along and you'll have a great time. Let's start by getting closer.\" \n\nThey each took small steps backwards until each man's shoulders touched their neighbors. Donny felt the beads of Tony's sweat rub on his skin, while his other neighbor's skin was warm and dry. He rolled his shoulders and neck like he was getting ready for a fight.\n\n\"Everybody, get ready to turn 90 degrees in three, two, one.\" At the bottom of the count, all the men slowly turned inward. Their cocks vibrated as they each approached their front man's ass, the repelling force smushing their cocks against their thighs and bellies. Each man held the person in front of them by the shoulders for balance as the cocks behind them pushed their hips forward, but the ass in front pushed them back.\n\n\"It feels like I'm wearing skinny jeans, two sizes to small,\" Donny said, breathing hard. The waves from Tony's ass flicked his cock left and right as it tried to find a place to rest. Donny marveled at the pre-cum dripping from his head, defying gravity as the waves pushed it back over his hard shaft.\n\n\"Okay,\" the leader said, \"Another 90 degrees in three, two, one.\" They all let out a collective groan as they pointed their cocks to the center. Each of them were now fully erect and exhibiting maximum repulsive force, vibrating with energy. \"Step in on three, two, one.\"\n\nThey stepped forward in sync and their cocks repelled from each other, swinging wildly on their own. Tony draped his arm behind Donny's neck and he followed suit, hanging his arms around his partners while his cock danced before him. The leader swung his hip inward, propelling his fat cock towards his neighbor, who's own penis pushed away in the other direction. His cock did the same thing to *his* neighbor. Until a slow wave of cocks began to run around the circle. When the push came back to the leader, the force was amplified and pushed his cock even harder to his neighbor. The wave grew stronger and faster after each cycle, until it was tugging on their cocks, pulling their pre-cum with with every turn. \n\n\"Oh fuck,\" Tony groaned as he came first. He sent a stream of cum arcing into the center, followed by another load that spattered against his neighbor as the wave flung it. Donny held him up as the orgasm made his legs weak. \n\nThey all came shortly after, spilling their loads in the air and on each other but still supporting themselves in the circle until the last man emptied his balls on the floor. After they caught their breaths, the men widened the circle until the sexual force lost its influence over their members, and they showered off.\n\n\"It's not really perpetual motion,\" Tony told him later, \"but it's close enough.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When Suzy drinks the funny looking water bottle on her roommate’s dresser, she doesn’t realize that she has downed a sex potion that makes her feel like she is in heat for the next 24 hours...
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"content": ">MF, no transformations yet, maybe later?, writing in third person feels clunky to me, CC welcome! \n\nEver since she drank that water Suzy had been inexplicably horny. She'd already gotten off with her vibrator a few times now, and the feeling still wouldn't go away. \n\nMaybe it was some weird werewolf thing, Suzy's roomate, Clara had been dating a werewolf for a few years now, several times a month she wouldn't come sleep in the dorm. Suzy had suspected they'd been banging off campus, but this sensation was way too much. Maybe she should just suck it up and ask Clara for help.She pulled out her phone and started texting.\n\n\"What is in that weird drink on your dresser??? Liquid Viagra?\"\n\n\"Oh no, how much did you drink?\"\n\n\"....all of it? I was thirsty, we don't have any normal bottled water left\"\n\n\"Girl, you gotta stop messing with my things, maybe this'll teach you a lesson. But if you want, Jonathon has a friend or two that might be able to help you out, if you're down for that.\"\n\n\"I'd be dtf just about anyone right now, it's a plus if he's hot.\"\n\n\"LMAO, never thought I'd hear you say that! Okay, we'll see who's available right now. Expect a knock on your door in a little bit.\"\n\nClara was right, normally Suzy would never have just had sex with who-ever, but right now, dick sounded great. No dates, no cuddling, just dick. Thinking about that worked her up even more. This guy better get here soon. She was laying on her bed, already naked, rubbing her clit again. Fantasizing about how good it would feel to be fucked. She laid like that for awhile, getting off once again, and starting again as soon as her sensitivity died down.\n\nThere was a knock at the door to clear her thoughts. \"Come in!\" Suzy yelled at the door, she didn't feel like getting up, her clit deserved more attention. \n\nThe door open, and a tan college aged guy walked in, he was well built and strong looking. \"You must be Suzy?\" He was oogling her body, not many humans willingly tried their mating drink, much less such a high dosage. \"You're on birth control right? I prefer bare backing\" He smirked.\n\n\"Yes, the pill, now get the fuck over here and start pounding me.\" Why was he just standing there talking? He needed to be inside her right now.\n\n\"Much obliged.\" He pulled out a similar looking bottle to the one she had drank. \"I'm not in heat right now, but your hormones are raging against my senses, this'll just help me last as long as you need.\" He took one gulp and sat the drink down. Pulling off his shirt and shoes, he was already hard, with his enhanced sense of smell he had been able to smell her hormones before even entering the dorm. As the drink started working, his senses dulled, and he focused in on Suzy's body. Blonde, cute little breasts, pussy soaking wet with her own juices. Her breathing was heavy and she let out little grunts of pleasure as she got closer to climax. The stranger positioned himself over Suzy, pulling her legs around his waist. \n\n\"So how bad do you want this?\" He was just teasing at this point. The tip of his cock was touching her pussy's lips, while she kept rubbing her clit. In response she tried bucking her hips forward, but his other hand held down her waist, \"you're very impatient huh?\" She moaned in reply. \n\nHe pushed his tip in, she was so aroused, her pussy felt amazing, he thrusted hard, and her pussy took him all the way to the base of his shaft. His instincts were starting to kick in, and he couldn't help but letting go and repeatedly thrusting hard into to Suzy. She was enjoying it just as much as him, her pussy felt so good filled with cock. This was going to be a good night after all.\n\n​\n\n>Kind of ran out of steam near the end \\^\\^; let me know if you want to know how the rest of the night turns out!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I'll put your prompt through a neural net and clean up the results into something coherent.
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"content": "A woman takes up work as a milkgirl; After successfully inducing lactation, she is hired to stay at a client's house for a set period of time in order to provide them with her milk any time they want, directly or indirectly as instructed. Sex is explicitly not part of the service, but she is warned that the experience can be quite intense, and could make her want to do things that she otherwise wouldn't."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] I wrote an SCP styled article about a virus that turns you into a werewolf. CC greatly appreciated.
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"content": "I only learned about SCP a few months ago, so this is coming from a \"newish\" reader. I don't know how much detail each report is supposed to have, but I had fun reading it. A few things I noticed:\n\n>...and is to be only **delighted** to researches testing its anomalous properties.\n\nPerhaps you meant 'distributed?'\n\n​\n\n>It cannot be confirmed when the first instance of SCP-3621 occurred, but references point to...\n\nInstead of writing a contradiction, strike that part out and start the sentence with \"The first recorded instance of contamination...\"\n\n​\n\n>Anomalous properties begin to manifest upon contact with *an instance of* SCP-3621.\n\nI'm not sure you need to \"an instance of,\" which gets muddier when you start referencing instances of 3621-01. Is the contamination vector airborne or by touch? I think there could be a tangent there if you wanted to write more. When you list the timeline, can you add unit labels, like hours, to the numbers?\n\n​\n\n>...begin to experience a rapid degradation of the skeletal structure...\n\nAre the victims, *melting* under the weight of their unstructured flesh? That's pretty harrowing.\n\n​\n\n>Reports of instances \\[possessive?\\] distress and status cease at this point, following minor brain death.\n\nDo they become less responsive before, or after brain death. Can unpack \"minor\" brain death too?\n\n​\n\nI hope this helps. Thanks for sharing it!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Most people have a sword or sheath. You have a bow. What's that like?
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"content": "Jordon finished packing his suitcase and looked out of his dorm room window. Even though the space elevator was miles away, it hung in the air like a thick rope. He thought it looked like a noose. *Two months at home, what could go wrong?* he thought, then chuckled.\n\n\"What's funny?\" asked Artemis, standing in the doorway. The Ccellian crossed their arms and walked inside.\n\n\"Oh, it's just this antiquated tradition of coming home from school,\" Jordon replied. \"It's been centuries since Terrans left the homeworld but my people, my family...they still celebrate Thanksgiving.\"\n\n\"Ah, the annual gathering feast. I recall professor Xnorp talking about it in the last season. Were your parents pilgrims?\"\n\nJordon laughed and sat down on his bed. Artemis followed suit and sat on their own bed. \"Pilgrims? With the black hats and the big buckles? No, Artie, they were not. We just gorge on synth-turkey and stuffing then argue about politics until everyone falls asleep. They're hardly *pioneers*. Not like you. It must have been hard, being the first Ccellian at Perseus Universal.\"\n\n\"At the time, my pod did not understand it, \"Artemis said, nodding. They stroked their arm slowly and gazed out of the window. \"My siblings warned me not to get too close to aliens, but I was not stopped. Our education system is eleven degrees more efficient and comprehensive than the Terran one, but I am glad I came. They understand now too. They have been learning along with me.\"\n\n\"I can't imagine what it's like to be connected to your pod all the time,\" Jordon said. \"How do you *not* go crazy, having all their voices all the time? Don't you ever wish you had something just for yourself?\"\n\n\"It's not all the time, Jordon. We all can mask our intentions for short periods of time. This is especially helpful during courtship.\"\n\n\"Ooh, I hadn't thought of that.\" Jordon reddened as he tried to imagine Ccellian sex. Artemis was bi-pedal but had four long arms, covered in shimmering blue skin. Their large almond-shaped eyes were reminiscent of early Terran depictions of alien invaders. Their arms terminated in three thick fingers that bent in all directions, almost like tentacles. Jordon thought about his girlfriend back home, who broke up with him within the first week of leaving for school, and in his mind, he constructed a scene where she was naked, writhing on Artemis' body. He thought about their prehensile digits probing her, how she'd suck on them as if they were a bouquet of blue cocks.\n\n\"Are you alright? You became silent for an abnormally lengthy time.\" \n\n\"Oh! Um, yeah. I was just, thinking about something stupid.\"\n\n\"You do that often, do you know that? I have observed you during the season and you always turn inward when discussing courtship. In the interest of *intergalactic diplomacy*, would you be willing to share your thoughts?\"\n\n\"I was just thinking about sex... Ccellian sex... with Terrans,\" he said, embarrassed. \"More specifically, what it would be like if my ex hooked up with you. I mean, you're not her type, no one is *her* type, to be honest. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like. I haven't seen you naked before so I filled in the blanks with my imagination. You were hung like a horse. You're welcome.\"\n\nArtemis laughed and stood up, rubbing their arms. They walked to the door and closed it, then slowly turned around. \"Would you like to see?\"\n\nJordon's hair stood on end. Never in his life did he imagine that he'd go to school with an alien, much less see one *au naturel*. He nodded slowly and silently. Artemis held the sleeves of two arms and pulled them in, then peeled the school sweatshirt over their head. Their blue skin transitioned to a large patch of yellow fur that Artemis stroked with three hands. They continued downward and pulled down the matching sweatpants. The yellow fur extended below their torso, running on the insides of their legs. \n\n\"That's not what I expected,\" Jordon said, staring at Artemis' sexless crotch. \"I don't know why I thought you'd have similar genitals.\"\n\n\"The Terran Bias is a known phenomenon, though I hope this helps dispel any myths. Ccellian courtship would be hard to explain when there are certain assumptions.\" Artemis sat down on Jordon's bed and held their arms over their chest. \"One thing we both share is a mutual understanding of *self-care*, when it comes to courtship. I can see that you are aroused, Jordon. Would you like to take care of that? I admit that I'm curious.\"\n\n\"I am too, \" Jordon said, adjusting the bulge in his pants. \"So, you want to masturbate, together?\"\n\n\"Yes, that is what I'm proposing,\" they said. \"I must admit that I have studied Terran biology and understand the mechanics in theory, but I would like to see it, if you could share that.\"\n\nJordon didn't know why, but the thought of being observed while he jerked off made him even hornier. He took off his clothes and retrieved a tablet from his desk. As he held his cock in one hand, he used his other to load a pornographic video. Soft moans of young women pleasuring each other filled the room and Jordon began to slowly stroke his cock. \n\n\"You are heterosexual, and yet you enjoy watching females courting each other?\" Artemis asked. \n\n\"Y-yeah,\" Jordon said with halting breaths. \"I love their soft curves, how the women look when they are enjoying each other. It's so hot.\"\n\n\"Indeed,\" they said. \"I do not have a *cinematic* reproduction of Ccellian courtship. I will ask the pod for help.\" Artemis closed their eyes for a moment, then bit their lip. \"It's coming. My siblings are providing for me.\" They stroked the yellow fur with three hands, running them up and down their body. Artemis raised their fourth limb and licked the forearm. \"Mmm,\" they moaned as they slid their head from their wrist to their elbow.\n\nJordon looked away from his tablet and watched Artemis play with themself. Their forearm muscles began to swell, becoming more defined as they made it wet. He noticed thin red lines where Artemis licked, growing longer and thicker, like rows of red scars that ran the length of the inner skin. Artemis held out their arm and began to run another appendage over it. Jordon could see their forearm splitting open along the tight red strands, their tentacles moving through the space in their arm until the strands began to vibrate. Artemis licked their lips and leaned back, enjoying themselves as they fingered their open arm. They noticed Jordon staring and smiled. \n\n\"Would you like to feel me?\" they asked. \"Come over, and I will feel you too.\"\n\nJordon was mesmerized as he crawled next to them. Artemis wrapped an arm around his shoulder and reached for his cock with their tentacled hand, then used another arm to guide his hand over their shredded arm. The red strands were taught and humming as he ran his fingers over them. He thought they felt like the the bow of a violin. \n\n\"Mmm, yes, Jordon,\" Artemis cooed, \"like that. Just stroke it, feel how hard it is, just like your own member now.\" Jordon squirmed when they coiled around his cock and moved up and down his shaft, in time with his own strokes over their red strands. He noticed a secretion seeping up from it, glistening and fragrant as he moved along the length of their arm. He found a soft spot in the middle and his fingers sunk into their arm and Artemis gasped. The strands tightened around his fingers and he could feel them pulsing around him. His fingertips breached the other side of their arm and he saw them covered in something slick. \n\nHe groaned as Artemis found the soft spot under his balls and massaged his taint. Pre-cum began to ooze from his tip, running over their tentacles. \"Oh god,\" he said, \"that feels so good, Artie.\"\n\n\"I concur,\" Artemis whispered. \"With your hand in me, move it back and forth, mmm yes, like that,\" they said as Jordon swept his enveloped hand. He felt their tightness as he got closer to each joint, then the strands relaxed again as he withdrew to the center. \"I am close,\" Artemis said, pumping Jordon faster.\n\n\"Me too, me..argh!\" he exclaimed as a rope of cum spurted onto his chest. Artemis did not let up, pulling more of his load over his belly and their tentacled hand. Artemis released him and their body began to spasm, shuddering on his bed. The room was filled with a loud, low tone, emanating from from their slick arm. The strands were humming as Jordon played them. Jordon felt his hand trapped in one place as Artemis reached their climax, their arms holding him down as the strands sang their song. When it was over, Artemis moved their arms away and preened their fur again. \n\n\"That was, illuminating,\" they said. \"The video of women in sexual congress had quite an effect on you.\"\n\nJordon didn't want to admit how little he thought of the video, how much he enjoyed Artemis' touch. He swallowed hard and patted them on their thigh. \"Yup, lesbians are the best.\" \n\nArtemis looked at him with their large, steady eyes and Jordon swore they could see right through his lie. \"Enjoy your time with your family, Jordon,\" they said. \"I look forward to seeing you soon.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP][TT] Batgirl is forced to strip to follow Catwoman into a nudist colony to retrieve her dad's stolen notebook.
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"content": "Robin: Are you sure about this Barb?\n\nBatgirl: No of course not but she has my fathers notebook it has everything about her recent heists. Locations, items, all that was missing was concrete evidence and stealing that notebook mine as well been turning herself in.\n\nRobin: I don’t know this still sounds like there’s a better way...maybe I should come with...owowowOW!\n\nBatman: Ignore him. If you think this is the best way, you have my full support. How’s the beater car treating you?\n\nBatgirl: Like the flu\n\n*Batchuckle*\n\nBatman: Remember if you need anything me and Robin...actually, I’m just a phone call away. \n\nBatgirl: I can see the headline now “Eccentric Billionaire Bruce Wayne” traipsing around a nudist colony \n\nBatman:…right...just keep in contact and store your suit in the safe in the trunk. Lucious made it so no common thug can break in. Good luck.\n\nHe hangs up and Batgirl stashes her phone in her purse, the only thing she’ll be carrying into this assignment. She took a deep breath and stepped out of her car. She made sure to leave at night so the more rural roads were empty and no one would notice Batgirl driving in full costume to the nearby nudist colony...in a beat up ‘74 Bug to boot...even if Bruce made sure it was equipped to the nines. \n\nShe stood in the quiet parking lot just outside the colony. The sign lit the sky; “Bush Gardens Nudist Colony: Lawsuit free since ‘73”. She looked around making sure she was alone. And even though it was just her, her face turned a deep red and she was hesitant to start stripping off her Batgirl costume.\n\n“I guess I have no choice...”\n\nShe slowly undid the cape and tossed in the trunk safe. Next she slowly undid the zipper, she did have to admit it always felt good to let her body breath. The utility belt came next and the tights followed, all tossed into the safe with her top soon following. She closed the safe and it locked itself. \n\n“Thank you Lucious.”\n\nBatgirl looked down at herself. She stood in just a modest pair of purple panties and a matching black bra, alone in a parking lot. \n\n“No turning back now I guess...”\n\nHer body was hot with embarrassment. She unhooked her bra, slide a]her panties off and tossed them in the trunk. She took a long look at them in the trunk before shutting it. \n\n“The things Batgirl will do for justice...”\n\nShe starts to walk through the parking lot towards the main office. She keeps her arms crossed over her chest and her purse dangling from her waist to cover her pussy. She walked into the front office and up to the desk. The woman behind the desk smiled and stood up.\n\n“First time?”\n\nBatgirl nodded. \n\n“Well don’t worry, even the most nervous of people get used to it. There are someone people here that were too shy to even lose their underwear’s and now...”\n\nShe stopped listening. Honestly she didn’t care what the woman had to say, she just wanted to get her apartment number and her key and get out of the open. \n\nWith all the paperwork done the woman behind the desk handed her the key and pointed her in the direction of the apartment. \n\n“Thank you for your help ma’am.”\n\n“No problem Barbara! Just call if you need anything. “\n\n*I’m becoming a human contact list...*\n\nShe chuckled to herself as she walked slowly, still covered, to her temporary digs. Unbeknownst to her was the woman that quietly trailed her from the parking lot. \n\n“You’re a long way from Gotham Batgirl.”\n\nThe woman smiled and took off for her apartment...\n\n*The Next Morning*\n\n*knock knock knock*\n\n“Fuggg”\n\nShe practically slid out of the bed and rubbed her eyes as she walked to the door. \n\n*knockknockknock*\n\n“Coming...”\n\nShe turned beet red again. She opened the door and kept her body behind the door. \n\n“Hello?”\n\nThe person was gone but left on her doorstep was a piece of paper with a note written on it. \n\n*Let the games begin Batgirl*\n\nShe groaned and closed the door...\n\nShe stared at the door. She was showered and awake, something had to be done about the rumbling in her stomach and there was no food in the apartment. \n\n“You’re freaking Batgirl, this should be a cakewalk.”\n\nShe mumbled to herself as she took the doorknob and slowly pulled the door. She stepped into this brand new world, again with her arms across her chest. Her red hair hung down but wasn’t quiet long enough for the Eve look. People walked about the town as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She figured to them it wasn’t.\n\n“Well you know the old saying...” she muttered letting her arms fall to the side. \n\nA warm breeze grazed her bare nipples and her face turned red, but not from embarrassment. She took a breath and began to walk through the town. People greeted her as they would anyone else. She didn’t feel like Batgirl, she felt like Barbra Gordon, a plain, shy woman in over her head. \n \nShe stepped through the doors of the look finer and the black haired woman sitting at a corner table, sipping her coffee immediately caught her eye.\n\n“This seems too easy...”\n\n“Excuse me ma’am?” \n\nThe waitress asked but got no reply as Batgirl walked silently over to Catwomans table..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every second year the community performs in the festival of fertility. Tonight is the night...
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"content": "Constructive Criticism is welcome. This is just an introduction, so there's no sex yet. \n \n***\nPart One\n \n\nKilligan studied the row of naked women standing shoulder to shoulder a few steps away from the forest's edge. He swallowed hard. He wasn't sure if the misty rain was the cause of the tremble in his knees, or if it was just nerves.\n\nThe Festival of Fertility was still in full swing back in town, he could still hear the faint music even though they were leagues away. With the rapid population decline, the Festival of Fertility was meant to be a night where all forms of contraception were expressly discouraged and sex was to be celebrated openly. He had, in spite of all his misgivings decided to take part in the Heart's Hunt, a contest particularly designed so the uncoupled could share in all the providential fornication. Like so many of the others, it was the first time he was old enough to participate. He knew what was expected, but not what to expect, there would be some chasing and some catching and if you were quick or lucky then —random debauchery? Little was explained, but there were rules. After three horn blasts, the hunt would begin and on the fourth, it would end. They were to drink the Heart's potion on the first, the women would run on the second, and the Hunters would give chase on the third.\n\nHe and the other Hunters were only given breechcloths to wear, and the misty mid-day rain left his feeling damp and clingy. Alternatively, the women wore nothing but streaks and palm-prints of bright paint all in festival shades of indigo, cerulean and rose. They all seemed just as nervous as he was. They had stood across from each other for nearly 20 minutes now, and for the most part, everyone was silent.\n\nThe distant hollow ring of the first horn blast sent a shiver down his spine, it was the signal to drink. Killigan carefully lifted the primitive bowl to his mouth and steadily swallowed down the Heart's potion, the taste was herbaceous and mildly-sugary, the Luminaries said it was a potent aphrodisiac, he could feel a warmth flow through him as he swallowed down the last of it, but otherwise felt nothing. He let the bowl fall from his hand and glanced from side to side, a row of nearly forty men to his left and the twenty or so to his right had all done the same. There were fewer women, forty-two to be exact. A single prize could be claimed again and again, but more than likely he would end the night alone, the thought seemed less disappointing than he imagined, it was almost comforting.\n\n\"Hey, Killigan!\" A syrupy sweet feminine voice shouted from down the line of women, \"—Don't trip, you might get mistaken for a girl!\" It was Cordelia's voice, he finally found her. The girl who once suggested he probably would've died in The Great Retrogression.\n\nSome of the other Hunters laughed, but Killigan only huffed.\n\nCordelia was friendly towards most, and some would've even called her courteous, he didn't know what he did to provoke her ire, but she seemed to hold a special disdain for him. She contradicted him during their daily lessons and berated him at every turn. One morning she had even spat in his breakfast, because his porridge \"looked a little bland,\" when he protested, she gave him a shrug and a wink and went about her business. What made it made it worse was; Cordelia was absolutely gorgeous. She was tall and lean, fair-skinned with a light dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her nose was petite and her lips were full. Her hair was blonde, streaked with auburn hues, and long enough to reach just past her shoulders.\n\nUsually, she was dressed in leathers or pretty sundresses, but today like the other girls, she was naked, her bare shoulders and cheeks streaked with lines of indigo body-paint. He had never seen her naked before. She had a long, slender torso, toned thighs and calves, her breasts were smaller than he had expected, but even though he hadn't seen her ass unclothed yet, he knew it was fantastic, it was shapely and thick, and on more than one occasion he imagined spanking her, not just to teach her lesson, but because, despite himself, the girl excited him.\n\nAnother blast of the horn called them back to silence. The women turned and melted away beyond the trees. Cordelia was fast, faster than most of the other girls, but if he could catch her, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. The breechcloth was growing tighter, he couldn't tell if it was his imagination at work or Heart's potion taking effect.\n\nNow the men were growing restless, they all shifted in place and a murmuring rose up the line. The collective anxiousness caused a fluttering in Killigan's stomach.\n\nThe third blast had barely left the horn when the men began to run. Killigan's knees ached from the first step, and the two men closest to him flew off into the woods as if they were half-beast. Cordelia would be good and fucked by the time he caught up to her. As long as he'd get to teach her a lesson he decided it didn't matter. Maybe, it was better that way? \n \n\nEdit: Grammar (writing is hard). Thanks u/RandomsAccounts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Help me Populate a (maybe Fantasy?) Town Full of Fun Figures
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"content": "Norbert Allblight is the town graveyard keeper. Contrary to most of his profession, he is a rather happy fellow who does his best to be of use to the town. He gives biology and geology lessons, arranges flowers for the local florist, writes poems or songs for the local bard... His calling in life is simply being useful and liked by the community. \n\n\n(i hope you enjoy this charachter. If not, i apologise! i hope you get a couple of fun prompts soon enough!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Kermit and Piggy
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"content": "She read the text message and was disappointed: *FLIGHT WAS DELAYED, I'LL BE HOME LATE. DON'T WAIT UP. -K* She tugged on her satin robe with the feathered lapel, the one she knew that he loved. Between the flight and traffic, he'd be gone for a few hours. She wiped off the heavily packed makeup from her face, then put out the lights. The orange Malibu sunset filtered through the plantation shutters in the bedroom and reflected in her vanity mirror, forcing her to look away from her reflection. *The show must go on*, she thought.\n\n\"It's time to get things started,\" she muttered as she opened the dresser drawer and took out her green vibrator. She slid the soft, velvet end to open her satin robe, letting her breasts hang heavily, then clicked the black and white button. The toy whirred slowly, but after a few more clicks, it began to move in wide, chaotic arcs, waving around uncontrollably in her hand. \n\nShe laid in bed, moving the toy over her most sensitive areas, her thoughts drifting to another time, another place. The vibrator collided and crashed into her breasts, each time like a slap on her skin. She looked out the window as the shadows darkened, and she heard the distinct rhythm of the *wakka wakka wakka* on the other side. Nothing got her hornier than knowing when someone was enjoying her performance. The shadow of the pork pie hat on her ceiling confirmed who her voyeur was. When she couldn't stand the teasing, she turned the end of the vibrator inward and slipped it inside. She moaned softly, taking her time with each stroke, thumbing her hood each time the toy reached her deepest point. She felt more cream against her thighs as she moved closer and closer to the edge.\n\n\"Hhngh, mngh, heh,\" she moaned. \"Heh...heh... Hiiii-yah!\" she exclaimed, closing her shaking legs over the vibrator as she climaxed. She was exhausted, but still reached for her phone and turned on the camera. She spread her legs and took a picture of the creamy mess, then messaged him back: *THIS IS WHAT I CALL MY MUPPET'S SHOW.*\n\n***\nA blissfully short one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] I didn't want to say yes to [THIS], but then, I hadn't thought I'd enjoy [THAT] either, and enjoying [THAT] was how I ended up here!
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"content": "I looked over to my bedside table, my eyes barely able to focus in on the unused ribbon of toilet issue, gently folded like a curvy accordion. I could feel the drops of hot semen on my chest and cheeks, the excess flowing over my fingers; my unbridled, uncovered load spattered on my naked body like a Pollack painting. After I sucked my thumb, taking my first furtive taste, I knew that I had never been so dirty and yet so satisfied in my life.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest]A night spent browsing vintage golden age porn yeilds an remarkable discovery: "Grandma?!"
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"content": "I was shocked. The woman who I just nearly bust a nut to was my grandma. I didn't realize it until I spotted the mole on her face, under her left eye and right next to her nose. Yes, it was her as a young woman. She told me she did some stuff as a young woman to earn a living, but I never thought it was *that*.\n\nYet here she was. Naked except for a garter belt and stockings, kneading her massive tits with one hand, while some guy plowed away at her nethers, sinking deep into her fabulously bushy pussy. Another guy shoved his prick into her mouth, the way to the root. A woman kneeled next to my grannie, sucking on her free tit while being rammed from behind. \n\nI didn't even notice that I continued rubbing my dick. It was wrong, so incredibly wrong, to wank to your younger grandma, but oh so hot.\nWhen the guy working her snatch came, he pulled out his dick just in time and shot his load into her magnificent Bush, onto her flat stomach and a bit even landed on her tits. \nShe reached down, scoped up some of the spunk and started fingering herself. That's when I lost it.\nI came as hard as I've never done - I felt ashamed and filthy, but I wanted more of this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Women are always a hot topic in expansion/growth/transformation, but how would a story about a young man's sudden transformation? (Heigh/Muscles/Dick)
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"content": "Damian rolled in bed and looked at the clock, 12:30 am. It was Tuesday night and he hadn't slept a wink. He was overcome by anxiety. That girl he had met in the library yesterday had still never texted him back. He had a chemistry midterm tomorrow that he was sure he would fail. The squeaking of bed springs in the dorm room next to his was not helping him sleep either. Finally, after muffled groan of \"fuck... fuck... fuck...\" the squeeking stopped and Damian drifted off to sleep.\n\nWhen he opened his eyes he was standing among the clouds. There was nothing but blue skies and a brilliant sun over head. \"Good evening my godson.\" A deep voice boomed behind him. Damian turned on his heel. An old man with a trimmed, white beard and a crisp blue suit smiled behind him. \"Hello Damian. I am your fairy god father. I have been watching you for the past few months, and I have finally convinced the powers that be to let me help you out a little bit. Now have some fun young man.\" He flashed his dazzling white teeth and snapped his fingers. Damian woke with a start.\n\nHe was back in his dorm room, which was now light. He bolted up, sitting straight up in bed, eyes wide open. His roommate had still not returned. Probably staying at his girlfriends tonight. The clock now read 8:33 am. Damian's whole body felt tingly. And his white briefs that he had worn to bed last night felt tighter, so did the undershirt he wore. Damian looked down at himself. \"Ho. Ly. Fuck.\" He thought to himself and jumped out of bed.\n\nHe was a good six inches taller, probably around 6'3, and his body was a dizzying collection of firm, tone, bugling muscles. His biceps were thick, the size of tree limbs. He tore his undershirt off over his head, the side of it literally ripped slightly. His broad chest was a solid wall of abdominal muscles that looked like they had been sculpted from marble. Two v-lines, an adonis belt, led to a pair of tighty-whities that now looked ridiculously small over his huge frame. Two tree trunks of muscular legs descend from their. In the pocket of the briefs a prominent bulge protruded, like someone had stuffed a pair of thick, wool hiking socks in there. Damian ripped off his underwear. A thick rope of cock unraveled between his legs. His eyes bulged. It was completely soft, but much longer and thicker than it had been yesterday, even fully hard. \n\nDamian gazed in wonder at himself for a full minute before he snapped to. He had that test at 9:00 a.m. \"Fuck!\" he said, outloud this time. He had been hoping to study a little more this morning. That wasn't happening now. He ran to his dresser and opened it to find a whole assortment of new clothes. Everything was brand new. His moth hung open for a second. What the hell was going on? He threw on a polo shirt, boxer briefs, and jeans. All fit him perfectly, the polo fitting snuggling over his muscular torso. He grabbed his back pack and raced out of the dorm room.\n\nHe barreled down the stairs and flew past the dormitories. He long legs carried him with easy at a fast pace. He raced across the quad and flung himself through the doors of the examination room. Five minutes early. He sat down and hound himself not even out of a breath. He pulled out a pen and pencil, and waited for the chemistry exam to be distributed. He glanced at the graduate student walking up the steps of the lecture hall, distributing the exams. She a tall brunette and was drop dead gorgeous. Damian found himself staring at her bright blue eyes and dimpled cheeks. And then he found her smiling back at him...\n\nBefore he knew it, she had arrived at where he was sitting. She handed him a test with a smile and, \"Here you go.\" He muttered, \"Thanks.\" And found his voice to be deep and husky, rather than his prior squeaky, awkward tone. The graduate student/proctor then turned to walk down back to the front of the lecture hall. Damian's eyes popped. Her black yoga pant hugged a tight, petite, and perfectly round ass that popped out just a little. He felt a shudder in his jeans. \n\n\"You may begin.\" She called out to the 150 person lecture. \n\n\"Oh fuck.\" Damian thought to himself as he opened the first page. \"I'm gonna fucking fail.\" He opened the first page and found the first question, an array of letters and numbers. If this had been yesterday it would have been a complete mystery to him. But now, as he looked at the page, it was so obvious. He knew the answer. It took him 45 second to write down the correct answer before turning to the next question. That was too was incredibly simple. Damian found himself blazing through the whole test. Eight minutes later he was finished and was sure he had aced it, although he had now idea how. \n\nHe closed the exam and looked up to find the graduate student staring up at him. She quickly looked down at the laptop in front of her. Even from half-way across the room he could see her blushing. Damian couldn't help himself from smiling. He also couldn't help but stare down at her gorgeous face, remember the elegant curves of her body when she stood close to him, and the perfect roundness of her rear end when she had walked away. He couldn't help the flow of blood down to the python between his legs. Five second later he could feel it stretching against his boxer briefs and inching down the leg of his jean. Ten second later he was rock hard as he stared down at the gorgeous grad student who was still blushing and trying so hard not to look up at him. \n\n\"Well I better had in my test,\" Damian thought to himself. \"Time for the ol' tuck and hide.\" He sat up slightly, reached down to slip his dick up into the waist band of his jeans. \"Hugh, this is a little more awkward than it used to be.\" He stood up slightly to get a better angle. \"There we go.\" then he grabbed his test and stood all the way up. He glanced down chest to check. Sure he could feel his member extending all the way up to his belly button, but it was tucked safely against his body, no one could tell. Right?\n\nThe whole class was still fixed on their tests, so for sure no one noticed as he strolled down the steps to the front lecturn where the gorgeous brunette sat. She look up at him, still blushing. \"Here you go.\" Damian said with the deep, confident voice as he handed her the exam. \n\n\"Woah, that was fast,\" she said in a whisper, so as not to disturb the other test takers. Now Damian's best friend Alex would have popped in a \"That's what she said.\" Damian held back though. \"Yeah, I've got some free time now, if you want to grab coffee when you're done with this?\" He gestured to the exam.\n\n\"Sure.\" She blustered, turning redder and smiling sheepishly. \"Here's my number.\" She said, writing it down for him. \n\n\"Thanks babe, see ya.\" He said, nonchalantly before heading out of the room. As he got to the door, he turned around to look back at her. He found her staring and he threw her a wink before raking her body with his eyes. Damn she was fine. He felt his bulge pulse, trapped against his belt. Damian let the door close behind him and headed towards the nearest bathroom.\n\n[To be continued]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man and woman awaken nude after being abducted by aliens. The room has nothing but a loudspeaker and a camera. Every hour the loudspeaker squeals and they are compelled to have sex with each other.
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"content": "A/N: This short story took a completely unexpected turn from how I originally envisioned it as I looked for a way to wrap it up. Also, long time, first time.\n\nWarning: >!Alien succubus death!<\n\n(1 of 3)\n\nXXXX\n\n*Hour 0*\n\nJohn blinked as he woke up. Fog clouded his mind as he tried to remember if he needed to go into work today. Yesterday was Thursday wasn't it? Or had it been Saturday? No, it had definitely been Thursday. He sat up, hunched over, as he rubbed his temples. He hadn't gotten blackout drunk since his early 20s which was almost twenty years ago. That was before he got married, had two kids, and just drank a single beer or glass of wine with dinner *Jesus, when did get so old?* The thing was, he didn't have a splitting headache or an aching body. It was just hard to remember what happened last night.\n\nSomeone shrieked behind him and he jumped up to his feet. He yelled and pointed at the woman on the floor. The raven-haired Asian woman lying there was decidedly not his blonde-haired American wife. The room made of some dark blue material they were in was decidedly not his bedroom. It felt soft and warm against his feet but didn't feel like any sort of cushioned fabric he had ever felt before.\n\nThe woman shrieked again as she scrambled to her feet and backed into a corner of the room. When her back hit the wall she looked around her and shrieked again when she looked down. Her arms shot up to cover her breasts then her crotch then back again before she settled on using on one arm for each. It wasn't until then that John looked down and found he was completely naked as well. He covered himself with both his hands as he backed away to the opposite corner of the room.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" John said as calmly as he could in this strange situation. \"I don't know what's going on.\"\n\nThe woman kept her eyes on him but didn't say anything. She looked like she was about to cry with her shivering lips and blinking eyes but she didn't. All she did was try and press her body into the corner as much as possible.\n\nJohn took this time to look around and found his first impression of the room was accurate. The only thing he noticed now was that whatever material the room was covered in seemed to pulse again his feet and back, almost as if it was alive. But that was crazy.\n\nWhat John's eyes couldn't see were the small difference in texture in the center of the ceiling where a speaker was installed and in the corners where black lenses tracked the two people inside.\n\nRight as the shock and adrenaline of waking up in a strange place with a stranger started to die down, a squeal came from above them. Both of them look up in shock, surprise, and fear but couldn't locate the source of the sound. The high pitched noise reverberated inside of his brain. It didn't hurt but all of his thoughts were being drowned out by the noise, and then it went silent.\n\nJohn looked around to see if anything in the room had changed after the sound and saw the woman doing the same. Nothing was any different. At least not that he could see. A couple of moments later though, he felt the incredible urge to piss, except it wasn't quite the same feeling as that. It felt like…To his shock, his dick started to stiffen and press against his hands. He tried to think about anything to calm down, not wanting the woman to think he was a perverted freak, but his dick continued to push against his hands until he was completely hard, so hard that it felt like it was longer and thicker than it had ever been before.\n\nHe looked up and saw the woman rocking side to side on her feet with her eyes focused on the floor. Her hips moved forward and back as her hands moved against her body, almost as if…he launched himself forward. Her eyes shot up at his sudden movement and she leaped at him.\n\nAs he got closer, he saw that her small, pink nipples were stiff protruding from her petite breasts. The light in the room glistened off of the streams of excitement running down her thighs. She was just as excited as he was.\n\nThey crashed into each other. He was almost a foot taller and much heavier than her so he easily pushed her backwards. Her hands shot to his cock and he groaned as she wrapped her small hands around it and began stroking. She gasped when his hands grabbed her firm ass and squeezed. His hips jerked as she ran a palm around the tip, smearing the precum pouring out of him and easing the stroking of her hands.\n\nThey reached the wall and she let out a soft grunt as her back crashed into the soft cushion. The difference in their heights meant he needed to crouch down in order to line things up. Her hands helped by pushing his cock down. In his rush, he thrust up before she had him in place, sliding his cock along the length of her warm, inviting lips. She moaned and bucked her hips as he stroked back and forth. Her hands clawed at his back as though she was trying to pull his body into hers. He could have stayed like this forever but soon wanted, and needed, more.\n\nThey tried again. This time, he lifted her up a little by her ass. This time, they got the fat head of his cock notched at her entrance. This time, he pushed up into her pussy.\n\nIt was the tightest, wettest, and hottest hole John had ever been inside of. The Asian woman taking his long, thick cock threw her head back and grunted from being split open. Her face was a mixture of pain and ecstacy as he slid deeper and deeper inside. A never ending moan filled the room as he slowly stood up. When only the last couple of inches remained outside of her tight cunt, her moans turned into a keening as her body began to shake and shiver. \n\n\"I–Iku! Iku!,\" she cried into his chest as he buried himself completely inside of her.\n\nJohn didn't understand what she was saying but he knew what the rhythmic clenching of her walls around his shaft meant. He wanted to go over the edge right along with her but he wanted something else even more. Without giving her a moment to adjust to him or come down from her orgasm, he began to thrust up into her.\n\nHe slid his arms underneath hers then up to her shoulders to pull her down against him. The pressure inside his balls made him need to push every bit of his cock inside of her. Her tits and hair shook every time he crashed into her. Every time he sucked in air to power his thrusts, the flowery scent of whatever she used to wash her black, silky hair flooded his nose and made his cock throb.\n\nThe woman cried out that first word she said over and over again until she could only mutter it almost silently. Her cunt never stopped squeezing his cock though and that quickly took a toll on him.\n\n\"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!\"\n\nHis hips lost their steady beat as they bucked up into her and his balls clenched. That squealing sound from before filled his mind with a white hot light as his entire body tingled. He was cumming so hard, he had to stand on his toes, pushing his twitching cock as deep inside of her as it could go. Rope after rope of thick cum spat out of his cock and filled her cunt to the brim until their mixed juices flowed passed her tight, gripping lips and down her legs.\n\nAfter what felt like forever, his balls had nothing left to give even though they still clenched as though they did. When it was finally over, he pulled back and collapsed from the strength of his orgasm. Without his cock holding her up, the woman slid down the wall. Without his cock plugging her, his cum poured out of her. It kept dripping out of her even after her butt hit the floor and she fell over. The volume of it surprised him because he had never cum so much, or so thick, in his life.\n\nWhat he saw next shocked him. Wherever their juices fell, the floor pulsed underneath the puddles and then it looked like their cum got absorbed by it. He wanted to scramble away from the strange material but he was exhausted from the fucking but, evenmoreso, his orgasm. Besides, there was nowhere else to go.\n\nThe woman whimpered and he looked over at her. She had her hands on her stomach, rubbing it slowly. From the aching in his cock and balls, he had a feeling why she was doing that. Her eyes moved to him and her cheeks flushed before she looked away again. He looked away before he struggled to his feet and stumbled to the other side of the room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Willing and Eager to be a Victim
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"content": "(Dark) whether they're innocent or guilty, any woman who undergoes the government's enhanced interrogation process become so reconditioned by their forced arousal and implant controlled orgasms, the only chance they may live anything approaching a fulfilling life afterwards is as a government sanctioned joybringer. However, an innocent woman is treated as a government employee, whose excellent wages and benefits are passed on to her next of kin, while the guilty are treated as state property. \n\nKnowing that her parents are in dire financial straits, a young woman deliberately engineers the conditions that would get her picked up for enhanced interrogation, without committing an actual crime."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: after being captured by the orc clan you realize that they’re not so savage after all... just a bit backed up.
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"content": "The blindfold finally came off.\n\nMy eyes need time to adjust from the darkness to the bright mid-day sun, and in that time I could feel my hands still bound by coarse rope that dug painfully into my skin.\n\nAs my vision equalized, I was greeted by the sight of three tall, green-skinned women. Scars all over their body and leather scraps cloaking their unmentionables.\n\nIf they were orcs, they were the most beautiful orcs I've ever layed my eyes on. Their bodies were toned, yet still somehow curvy and buxom. No ridiculous underbite in sight, just a small fang poking out from their lips.\n\n\"Sa'zak. Utagi fa un gur.\" The tallest spoke. I couldn't understand a word of it. But her voice was commanding. She must be their leader. Her hair was long and unkempt. Raven hair that flowed downward messily. Golden eyes gazed upon me with stern curiosity.\n\n\"Ketesh. Va un gur ah letel vah, Lezra.\" Another one spoke up, shorter in height and in hair. She sounded a bit monotone, and looked generally disinterested in me.\n\n\"Za... Lezra-shu. Vata... meh go un gur?\" The meekest sounding and shorter of the three. Her hair was messy too, but her bangs framed a beautiful face with gentle eyes and an uneasy expression. The rest of her locks were bound up in a ponytail.\n\n\"Ketesh. Un gur sa.\"\n\n\"Ket...\" The shyer of the three turned to me and crouched before me. She gently untied the large cloth gag that prevented me from speaking.\n\n\"H... human?\" A word I recognized stumbled out of her mouth.\n\n\"You speak Andarian?\" I inquired, trying to gauge her knowledge of my tongue.\n\nShe seemed to light up, a smile forming upon her face.\n\n\"Yes! It not perfect, but Ahnu can speak it! Me Ahnu, by the way. This Lezra, she's chieftess. That Terah, she war-planner. Ahnu... Ahnu is cattle watcher.\" That last sentence was uttered with a bit of embarrassment.\n\nIt was intriguing to find an orc with such decent knowledge of civilized tongues, but as a knight of the Andarian Crown Army, this put worries in my head. And what's worse, my armor and weapons are no where to be seen. I could do nothing in this situation.\n\n\"Where am I? Who are you people?\" I sternly asked. I bit of guilt scrapped my heart as the sudden question spooked Ahnu. A sneer from Lezra and Terah started to make me sweat.\n\n\"Ah... we are orcs. This is Skull-Rend tribe. You are here to be... uhm... to be lover. Soga te.\"\n\nBefore I could wrap my head around the situation, the other two orcs lifted the leather flaps guarding their crotches. Huge green penises flopped out from the pockets built into the flaps. Their balls swinging softly but heavily.\n\nAhnu revealed she was no different, a stern jade erection twitching at the sight of me.\n\nLezra stepped forward and pressed her viridian cock head against my cheek.\n\n\"Gasha va un ga sa te vah.\" Unknown words, but her cocky smile was more than enough to understand her.\n\nAgainst my efforts and the severity of my predicament, I was aroused. My shaft began to harden under the simple cloth flap covering my waist.\n\nI swallowed spit as Ahnu stood up beside her chieftess, her cock mere inches near my face.\n\nTwo thick green cocks shoved themselves against my face, and eventually one slipped into my mouth and relentlessly sunk down my throat. The other simply brushed against my cheek and awaited its turn."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where pregnant women have every rights! Oh, and their libido during pregnancy is terrifying
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"content": "A scrawny youth prowled through the thick morning crowd of shoppers at the outdoor market, keeping his eyes peeled for opportunity. This was his hunting ground, and he knew it well. It did not take him long to spot a customer whose purse hung loosely from her shoulder, distracted by loading peaches into a plastic bag....\n\nHe broke into a sprint, grabbed the strap, and yanked hard. By the time she found her voice, he was already down the street.\n\n\"Hey! Hey! That guy took my purse! Someone stop him!\"\n\nHe turned the corner, oblivious of the police cruiser creeping lazily down the avenue. The two cops within broke into chuckles.\n\n\"One unlucky son of a bitch,\" said Officer Jose Barrera to his partner, Officer Kylie Jones, as he hit the gas pedal.\n\n\"...A28, we've got a four-eight-seven at 101st and Hawthorne, suspect on foot, pursuing in vehicle...\" radioed Jones.\n\nJust then, a sports utility vehicle exploded out of a side alley at obscene speed. It blasted through a red light. Screams and claxon horns were heard from the crossing as pedestrians just barely threw themselves out of its path and incoming traffic swerved and tangled.\n\nBarrera slammed the brakes and turned the steering wheel, trying to fish-hook the cruiser off the collision course, but it was too late. The SUV swiped it hard, nearly lifting it off the pavement; the officers inside were shaken like ragdolls.\n\n\"Fuck,\" Jones rubbed her forehead. She was feeling the effect of a mild concussion. She looked over to her partner.\n\n\"I'm good,\" Barrera answered the unspoken question. He opened the door and stepped out, his hand hovering near his belt, by the sidearm and taser.\n\nThe purse-snatcher was long gone. The SUV had come to a violent halt on the sidewalk, against the facade of an old commercial building. Barrera circled it quickly to reach the driver's side; as he approached, the door opened and a large pink shape wobbled out of the totalled vehicle.\n\nHe had his sternest, drill-sergeant-grade chewing out all lined up for the reckless driver, but he bit it back the moment he got a better look.\n\n\"Are you all right, ma'am?\" he asked instead, quietly and politely.\n\n\"Never better!\" said the young woman with curly red hair. He could smell the scent of alcohol on her, but there was nothing to be done: she was also visibly pregnant, a good seven months in. She was dressed only in a flimsy maternity dress of thin viscose, quite revealing of her contours. And a pair of flip flops.\n\nShe reached into the SUV and pulled out a large, grey rifle. It looked unfamiliar; if Barrera had to guess, it was most likely a military-type Heckler & Koch.\n\n\"Things to do, scores to settle!\" she announced chirpily.\n\n\"What the... oh, pregnant.\" Officer Jones joined them. \"Do you need a tow service for your vehicle, ma'am?\"\n\n\"Who cares about that? I just drove it out of a dealership an hour ago.\" the redhead shrugged. \"But you know what I could really use? Your pretty copper mouth right here!\"\n\nShe lifted one leg and rested its heel on the edge of the SUV's driver's seat. Jones exchanged a glance with Barrera.\n\n\"You know,\" Barrera said, trying to get his partner off the hook, \"I could take care of that for you. My wife loves me going down on her, I've got a lot of practice.\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it, Barrera,\" Jones sighed and stepped forward.\n\nThe driver lifted the hem of her dress; like most pregnant women entitled to solicit frequent sexual relief from any adult of legal age, she hadn't bothered with underwear. The height was a bit inconvenient, but Jones dropped into an awkward crouch and quickly got to work amidst the coppery curls under the big belly.\n\nBarrera turned to the side, trying to be considerate. He stroked his moustache with his fingers and glanced at the sky. At least the pregnant woman's monstrous libido meant that it wouldn't take Kylie very long to get the job done. Barely a minute in, and the little squeals and moans were coming along nicely.\n\nThe sounds reminded him of his wife's reactions to cunnilingus. He wasn't lying when he said he did it often, and lovingly. Maybe that was the secret of their marriage; five years and still going strong despite all the challenges of a cop's life. He thought back to the early days. It was tough going for a while, but Rita's pregnancy changed everything. Suddenly, there was a house, a couple of cars, a nice nest-egg of savings. She had been allowed to take anything from anywhere, and she had made good use of the privilege. A responsible pregnant woman, his Rita, not like this idiot here...\n\nAs if in reply to his thoughts, he heard a series of loud moans, accompanied by a prolonged burst of deafening gunfire.\n\n\"Jesus!\" Barrera ducked on reflex. There was a sound of breaking glass high overhead.\n\n\"Thanks, piggies!\" the redhead patted Jones's head, tugged her dress back down, and waddled off down the avenue, rifle propped up on her shoulder.\n\n\"Come on, Jones,\" said Barrera. \"Let's radio this in, and I'll get you a coffee.\"\n\n\"Get me mouthwash first,\" Jones spat to the side. \"Fucking preggos, man.\"\n\n\"Don't knock it till you've tried it, I guess.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A slutty Instagram fitness model is clicking through her DMs one day, laughing at all the dick pics, when one in particular stops her dead in her tracks.
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"content": "Dicks were nothing new to her, visually speaking. It was early in her model days, before she was labeled as a \"social media influencer\", when she would receive dick pictures in her DMs, from fans and freaks alike. As her body and fame developed, the pics sent to her increased. Granted, she shouldn't have invited more photos, but it was always funny to her seeing guys constantly try the worst possible method to woo her.\n\nShe bit her lip at the constant pictures of man meat, turned on by the thought of so many guys who would jerk off to her photos doing bench presses in sponsored bras and squats in tight leggings. She chuckled at the number of pictures featured guys with small ones paired with big-ego texts, like \"I can give you the workout of your life, baby\". It was humorous to think they were in her league.\n\nAs she scrolled, her smile dropped. She stopped on a photo, and looked at it. She zoomed in to look, and now she knew there was no doubt: Someone at her gym has a big dick.\n\nShe held no shame that she was a size queen, and that her tight, toned frame became putty when she was with someone who was blessed. She has spotted true whoppers in her DMs before, and the rational woman in her fought hard against her inner slut to not ask those anonymous men for their contact information. But someone who went to the same gym, and looking at the reverse image on the clock in the background, around the same time, was beyond tempting. She had to know who.\n\nShe felt her had go towards her pussy as she thought of her mysterious stud. The photo was taken in the men's locker room for sure, but her time working there showed the familiar sticker arrangement of the gym's logo at the corner of the lockers. He had to be taller than her, although a bit slim. It looked like his side has some kind of tattoo, but from that angle it was hard to tell what it was or how big it is.\n\nShe moaned, thinking of the features he could have. That was when in one moment of clarity, she decided. She still has friends that work in the gym. She will do whatever it takes to get the dick.\n\nWhatever it takes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The magic mark on her pelvis allows her to tap into immense power to preform incredible feats, at the cost of making her intensely aroused relative to how long she used it. If she uses it for too long without breaks, she risks breaking her mind through sheer arousal... permanently.
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"content": "Hello all! First time posting on this subreddit, and I'm posting on mobile as well, so if this looks wonky I apologize. \n___________________________________________________________\nAccording to her own unimpeachable word, Iris possessed by such a genius that her ability outstripped every single one of her peers, and her elders as well. No other magus could ever hope to stand against her ascension.\n\n \n\nAnd it was with this utter confidence that she struck a contract with Hell as a young teenager, successfully summoning and binding one of its queens, a being so achingly, entrancingly beautiful that it defied sight and description, that it was said men and women who beheld her form stabbed out their own eyes and ears or fell into such a depression they fell to the ground where they stood and lost all desire to live. \n\n \n\nAnd all Iris wanted was for Hell to give up its power to her so that she may grow even more powerful. She asked this of one of its queens, looked into her eyes, took in her infinite beauty with nothing more than a sneer. When the negotiations were done, Hell took its parting shot, jealous of her abilities. Hell gave her the power she wanted, albeit in the form of a gaudy, whorish tattoo over her lower stomach (no, lower) that refused to be covered by clothing. All she had to do was ask.\n___________________________________________________________\nAll in all, Hell’s price was pathetic. To give her so much power, in exchange for inflaming her lusts, was in her opinion, a trade stacked in her favor. All she had to do was use the brand in the depths of safety, whether it be stone walls or walls of flesh, and Hell would never be able to extract its ultimate reward from her.\n\n \n\nIf she was never in trouble, if she was intelligent enough to ration it out, it wasn’t a price, merely an annoyance. Her limited wardrobe annoyed her more, as well as the occasional stupid question.\n\n \n\nIt was in this way, advancing her own studies, performing great feats of magic, deriding Hell, gathering acclaim beyond belief, that she entered adulthood and beyond.\n\n \n\nShe was Great Iris: Grandmaster of the Arcane Flowers, Ritualist Supreme, Army Slayer, Archmage Amongst Archmages, Dragon Incarnate. She was a slender, pale woman in her early thirties, with long brown hair, green eyes, and an arrogant mien.\n\n \n\nAnd she faced a conundrum. Her beloved city, Gem’s Roost, had one flaw: it was next to a country of people who worshiped an inferior god, a country of desperate expansionists who wanted far more than they had. When they attacked, Gem’s Roost would have to be first on their itinerary, not just because of its location, but also because of its great mineral wealth. And she had received word that the nearby country was readying itself for an invasion.\n\n \n\nIt was this question that Iris solved, pages and pages of parchment thrown aside as she quickly sketched and refined the details of a massive ritual circle that would not only repel the invaders, but rout and scatter to the winds. She’d smite them with a brutal fist and that would be that.\n\n \n\nThe military adviser’s plan was genius, and simple. Iris would apply her ritual circle beforehand using whatever she needed, and then leave it dormant until it needed to be invoked. Ahead of the army, the citizens would retreat as a whole to give the illusion that the city was utterly empty and abandoned for the taking. Once the enemy army entered to claim the spoils, Iris would set off the trap.\n\n \n\nIt took days to paint and anoint and measure the circle, to make sure that everything was where it needed to be. And where a circle of this magnitude would need an enormous amount of assistants, she instead powered it herself using her own prodigious knowledge and strength and the prize she took from Hell.\n\n \n\n“I just have to wait,” she whispered to herself. She finished the circle, and it was the day that other country’s army was marching up to her beloved city, ranks swelled with all manner of soldiers and criers. The final preparations were done underground, so it was an underground chamber where she was staying for now, room lit brightly with lanterns, shadows flickering against the wall, seated on a cot.\n\n \n\nAnd with all the magic she used, she was aroused beyond belief. Hellishly so. Her body burned, sweat beaded on her skin, she found it hard to breathe, and to wear clothes. Her body was reacting in predictable ways, and she resisted its desperate cries as best she could. It took all of her willpower as she couldn’t help but think of the people in Gem’s Roost, the meek apprentice magicians that were intimidated by her, the strong workingmen, the nobles dressed in all the latest fashions. All manner of people flashed through her mind as she had nothing to do but wait for a signal she hoped would come.\n\n \n\n“I just have to wait,” she repeated to herself, a mantra for sanity. A hand lay itself on her stomach where Hell’s brand was, and her body twitched and contorted, and she let out a girlish gasp of very ungirlish pleasure. All the little things set her off, and it was to her shame that she gave in again, because every other time she tapped into the brand’s power, she could never escape having to pay the price.\n\n \n\nShe didn’t think about it, she just kept an eye on the door and leaned back on the temporary cot, hand coming down over her long skirt to rub at her own crotch, using the fabric to amplify the searing pleasure she felt. She gasped a ragged moan, the sound tearing itself from her throat like a fleeing bird. She couldn’t stop once she began, trapping the fabric between her fingers for leverage and rubbing harder and faster. Every pull upwards, every “scrub” downwards made her squeak and moan, twist and writhe, her entire body not being able to stop itself from luxuriating in Hell’s price. \n\n \n\nMinutes passed and she soon had enough, bunching up her skirt in her hand to pull it upwards so she could attack herself the way she loved, fingers pumping inside frantically until she found that wondrous spot that rendered her mor and more insensate the longer she rubbed it.\n\n \n\nOr she would, if the door didn’t open with frantic energy. “Archmage Iris!” The messenger shouted as he ran into the room. “The army of bull men are here, now is the time for you to destroy them!”\n\n \n\nIris jumped to her feet, and hoped that the messenger would never speak of the large wet spot on her skirt that was plainly visible for all to see, or of the way her body shook and shook, or of her sweat, or of her very flushed face. “Yes, yes, I’ll get to it,” she said impatiently, waving him off. “You may leave now.” She turned to where she’d activate the circle, and the door closed.\n\n \n\nShe didn’t need to chant, she’d already done it, and the circle’s matrices kept the resonant sound within its confines. She didn’t need to supply materials, she’d already done it. All she needed to do was to add some of her magic, to make the circle come alive.\n\n \n\nExcept it didn’t. The circle was incomplete, an inherently unreasonable thought because she made sure it was perfect, where did--\n\n \n\nAh. Just ambient magical drain. Nothing important. Except for a circle of this size, she’d have to tap into her brand again, a fact she found to be irritating in the utmost. It took no time to correct this, and when she did, she collapsed onto the ground, unable to move from the spot. She wasn’t aroused like she used to be, this was… greater. A state of arousal she’d only reached once before, something so all consuming that it threatened to envelope her mind completely, hollowing it out. If she only pushed a little bit more…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: not particularly handsome, a bit scrawny, far from well hung. whats the secret that makes him so great in bed?
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"content": "Troy was the boy's name. The youngest in the squadron, and his youth reflected in his frame: A slim frame that knew little of hard work, and only a tad more of empty kitchen cupboards. In practice duels he is always defeated quickly, overpowered in most cases and outclassed in others. And even in the locker rooms, it's easy to see he isn't blessed by the divine. Yet the women around the base all speak of him.\n\nIt was a question that plagued every man in the squadron. How was this young man, far from the expected visage of an alpha, able to be the stud around here? It was a question that I needed to find out. To my surprise, it was a question he was willing to answer.\n\n\"Give me five minutes.\" That was all Troy said as he led me to the empty gymnasium, where we practiced our duels. He tossed me one of the rubber batons from our class, as he held another.\n\n\"Are you trying to challenge me right now?\"\n\n\"I'm showing you my secret. Just give me five minutes.\" And so our duel began. As usual, Troy was clumsy in footing and hesitant in his strikes. Had it been a class day like any other, I would've rushed in, tripped him, and taken my win easily. However, my victory was based on another condition, one that needed me to drag this on as long as possible.\n\nThis duel was a true test of patience; Troy would very slowly circle me, and then swing his baton after a few seconds. I was able to easily parry everything he did. I started to entertain myself by circling him, feinting strikes, and even parrying his strikes from a switched stance. It was during a single moment where I thought this was a waste of time, the single moment of slipped focus, that it happened.\n\nHe blew past my guard and struck me in the shoulder. My baton rolled on the floor, where it laid stiff against my shocked body. How?\n\n\"Pay close attention.\" Was all he said, as I picked my baton up, and we returned to the start positions. This time, the duel was far more intense. Troy's footing was even, light on the balls of his feet. He struck quickly and suddenly, with the odd feint or two that kept me guessing every second. I found my own strikes being parried, although I recovered enough to not be taken advantage of. \n\nIt took all of thirty seconds before I relied an old trick; a timed dodge before taking him down to the ground. As I lay on top on him, I started to notice our breathing was the same. His inhale matched my own, and my exhale matched his.\n\nTroy explained everything later on in the mess hall. \"Sex is like dancing, which is like fighting. You need a rhythm. I can't match any of you guys in size or strength. But if I can match your rhythm, then I read your movements, and I can beat any of you.\" He stated this matter of factly as he ate his sandwich. Given what just happened, I was inclined to agree.\n\n\"But five minutes is too long. You couldn't ever win a fight by stalling for five minutes.\"\n\n\"But I can in sex. I can read a girl in that time through foreplay. Some touch, some tongue action, and I can figure out how to make her scream my name.\" \n\n\"And your dick is able to do that?\" He smirked.\n\n\"I use all tools at my disposal. That's what we learned in class, no?\" Cheeky fucker. I've ignored a lot of the lovey-dovey shit I've heard girls talk about in romance novels, because I figured it was fantasy. Who knew that this kid out of anybody unlocked the door to every girl's orgasm?\n\n\"But Andy,\" he started. \"Are you gonna tell everyone?\"\n\nI looked down into my coffee. \"You taught me. It's only right for them to learn from you and you alone, if you want to.\" With that, I left him alone.\n\nIt was a story I told the younger guys every few years when they lamented on their lack of success with girls. If you work with your tools, you can accomplish any mission."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Time for the mandatory penis inspection, guys. Please try not to cum until at least the 15-minute mark."
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"content": "*The year is 2114. Women have forcefully coaxed control of the world from the hands of all known governments. Men are now little more than slaves. Only the best looking men are allowed to live, and even then they are kept alive to serve as breeding stock, pets or simply as toys. The old and unattractive are executed. Male children are kept on strict diets and fitness regimens to ensure their physical prowess is achieved by age eighteen, where they are sold like livestock to any woman that will purchase them.*\n\n*This is the personal account of one such product during his testing phase. Designation MRK-342200. Known to his fellow livestock as 'Mark.' Accessing Product's Memory Matrix...*\n\nThis wasn't the final stretch. This wasn't the last challenge. This was the gauntlet just before it. The testing phase. The step where they check your worth. Where they verify whether or not you're worthy of the dollar. I've heard stories from the other guys, about how they've seen their friends get axed right in front of them. A bullet through the head of any man who didn't pass. Some guys who've been presented in auctions still have their friend's blood on them.\n\nThey grab us and throw us into groups of ten, and then bind us to the floor with these strange magnetic locks. We're left naked. We're just animals anyway. Why give us clothes? Just a bunch of rabid men.\n\n\"Eyes up, mutts! Today is the day of your salvation! The day that your goddess will show mercy upon you! Of course, that is only if you prove that you are worthy of mercy and salvation!\" \n\nA woman clad in pure white, swinging around an electric baton that she carelessly sparks on and off. She dragged the conductive end across the chin of a friend of mine. Julius. She flipped the switch on the stick and it zapped his ebony cheek. Julius grunted in pain, an excruciating number of volts passing through his body in that one second.\n\nHis pain ignited a flame of anger among the group. We all spent our lives together. Bleeding, sweating and falling together. Pain to one of us was pain to all of us. But there was nothing any of us could do. Our restraints were too strong, and anyone that even looked like they were considering fighting these electric shackles was kicked with spiked heels or smacked with another electric baton.\n\n\"Men... pfft. What a toxic species. How did we live with you maggots for so long?\" One guard scoffed, her hands gliding over the unshaven part of her head.\n\n\"Oughtta just kill 'em now. Put em out of their misery. Don't even need 'em.\" Another remarked, with a voice too deep to be a woman's.\n\nThe main instructor smirked. She was the most attractive of the few women in the room. While the guards were overly muscular and most had shaved off half of their heads, the instructor had long, straight blonde hair and a more naturally curvaceous frame. Probably appointed as instructor to inspire obedience and arousal in us guys, since these mutant brutes they employ as guards didn't do much for us.\n\n\"Settle down ladies... even wild animals deserve life on Mother Earth. Now. It's time for your inspection, boys.\"\n\nThe instructor snapped her fingers, and a guard came in, pushing along a heavy cart.\n\n\"Just like on your preliminary test, you will be judged on your performance today. However, the judgement will be more... permanent. Your partners will be these old-world toys that you savages mass produced back in the old days.\"\n\nThe cart was pushed forward, and a hill of sex toys spilled out from its bucket. Onaholes, pocket pussies, even anal beads and vibrators.\n\n\"Pass one to the man behind you. You fuck whatever you end up with. If you can't last 15 minutes...\"\n\nOne of the guards raised her hands, pointed her index and middle finger, and pretended to shoot with it.\n\nI was stuck with some strange sort of toy. A soft plastic mold of a woman's abdomen. It only reached from her breasts to her thighs, and a large plastic cock protruded from its crotch. Several other guys got the same thing, and we all looked at each other with shamed, uncertain gazes. The toy only had one hole, and the breasts were rather small. It was clear what the main attraction on this thing was.\n\nI apprehensively stuck my cock into the anus of the toy, it was tight, but cool and lifeless. It was a toy after all. It was incredibly difficult to stay hard with the inane stiffness and inanimate nature of the old toy. It was at least a hundred years old.\n\nOne man raised his hand, and asked for some lubrication to make the process a little bit more enjoyable.\n\n\"Sure, of course!\" The instructor responded, sauntering over and hovering above the inquiring man. She slid down her miniskirt and revealed a hard, throbbing cock being constricted by her pantyhose. \"Here.\" She tore open a hole in her stockings, and her penis bobbed right out as she sighed in relief."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Kinky Spells/Curses
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"content": "An adventuress is cursed to slowly choose skimpier and skimpier armor, going from fully armored from head to toe, to bikini armor, to microkini armor, to fully naked. The cursed adventuress thinks this is completely normal and don't see why anyone would raise an eyebrow, because *of course* raiding tentacle monster dens while stark naked with her boobs bouncing around is a great idea. She thinks the townsmen that gawk at her nude body are just immature."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cosplayer you regularly do photography for asks you to help 'retire' some of her costumes.
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"content": "Due to all the stories I currently have in the fire at the moment, who knows if I’ll get the chance to finish this. We’ll see. All I can say is that this prompt was too hot to ignore. \n\nWarning: step-father, step-daughter relations are destined to abound. Other than that, here we go…\n________________________________________________________\nPart 1 – Beauty and the Beast \n\nAubrey Summers was going to miss conventions. \n\nAt the ripe old age of twenty-one, the bubbly nerd girl was uniquely poised to move on to other endeavors. Her college days were almost ending. Aubrey had one more semester left to complete at her elite, East Coast university, that is, until the real world would eventually come calling her name. \n\nStill, a farewell to the good old days was definitely in order. Pulling up on the street in her 2016 Prius, Aubrey clicked the garage door button, driving inside her parents’ house (she was back home for the holidays), eagerly stepping out of the car to examine a box of clothes sitting in a nearby corner of the room. \n\nOn the cardboard face of it, in swooping, cursive text, it simply read: *“Aubrey’s Costume Wear: May It Find A Good Home”.*\n\nLooks like her folks had the same idea in mind as she did: yes, it’d probably be best to simply give away these little gems to some suitably geeky, eighteen-year old girl in her prime. Can’t keep this up forever. \n\nAubrey sorted through the pile of loose apparel, smiling as she walked down memory lane. Her pearly whites shown in the middle of the garage as one by one, professional looking garments were pulled from the box and up to her preening, hazel eyes. \n\nBlack Widow’s latex catsuit. \n\nRed Sonja’s medieval battle bikini and sword. \n\nD.va’s famous white and purple lycra ensemble. \n \nOne year, she even went as San from *Princess Mononoke*. Curse her friends and family for thinking that (foreign) choice was too much of a deep cut. \n\nThe world should worship at the altar that is Studio Ghibli. \n\nIn any case, Aubrey was pleased with herself. Each and every costume was meticulously sewn and embroidered, showcasing textbook accuracy to the source material. These were more than merely weird little outfits to a girl like her. No, these duds were a symbol of Aubrey’s personality. \n\nOf her devotion to fandoms everywhere. \n\nThen, she spotted it. Yes, it was her favorite cosplay piece of all time, fresh from six months ago. Her greatest ever achievement in the name of fame and fantasy.\n\nWonder Woman’s red, white, and blue livery. \n \nIt took no less than 20 weeks to put the whole thing together. Blood, sweat, and tears went into this baby, and it was certainly the talk of the town when it first made its San Diego appearance. \n\nAubrey even won the coveted 2019 ‘Best Dressed Award’ that day. \n\nShaking her dorky brunette head out of that particular reverie, Aubrey ran her fingertips over the maroon red material of the (admittedly) skimpy breast plate… drawing a clothier’s touch along the seam of the dark blue warrior skirt at its base… picking up a pair of hand-made, hefty brown boots with a swell of pride. \n\nAubrey was almost gushing. It was a proud moment, showing off the faux silver Bracelets of Submission on her wrists, whirling around the bright yellow rope that constituted her very own Lasso of Truth on stage. And the tiara. \n\n*Oh… the TIARA!!* \n\nWithout warning, Aubrey felt a tapping on her slim, bare shoulder, breaking her from her trance. Standing up, twirling about on the tips of her toes, she spun to face… \n\nHer beloved step-dad. Greg. \n\nGrinning like a Cheshire cat, Aubrey pursed her supple, ruby red lips at her dearest Daddy. Since her biological father bolted the day she was born, Aubrey couldn’t remember a time when she *didn’t* look up to Greg as the man of the house. \n\nSure, he was a bit of a nerd. Glasses, brick-like Dad bod, ugly sweaters in the winter, the works. But she was his biggest fan nonetheless. \n\n“Daddy, oh how I missed you!” Aubrey cried out, embracing the older man. She was wearing her contacts today, so no spectacles to speak of. The hug pushed her sizable, heaving bosom against his rigid chest, those double D fun bags being the genetic result of having a mother who was, to put it bluntly, *supremely* well-endowed. \n\n“I’m so glad we’ll get to spend Christmas together before I have to go back off to college,” the giddy girl exclaimed, clapping her tiny hands together, jumping up and down on those thin, strappy stilettos. This quick series of movements only served to further showcase her hot, young body, especially that thicc, rounded buttocks of hers, which erotically bounced and wobbled just beneath a short, leather pencil skirt she adorned. \n\nGreg tried not to stare. \n\nMy. How his step-daughter had ***grown.***\n________________________________________________________\nEnd of Part 1. Def let me know your thoughts everyone concerning the direction I decided to take this in so far. Heck, maybe I’ll continue it if people really jive with this first post. Thanks for reading!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monsters, Non humans, Aliens Oh My!
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"content": "Hoarbriar, a monster that takes the form of a exceptionally attractive human male in a giant thorny rose bush. Once it appears outside of a village the sent of the roses slowly drives every woman mad with lust. It then begins appearing in their dreams and luring them away one by one in their sleep by seducing them and leading their sleepwalking bodies out of town. The fate that awaits them is uncertain, but some of the few survivors that remember the experience clearly regret escaping. \n\nBasically a siren for women that lives on land."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Medical breakthrough cures cancer and a host of other diseases. Optimizes bodily systems, including metabolism, temperature regulation and, naturally, sexual function. However, there are side effects-the body sees clothes as foreign objects, treated people are no longer actively fertile
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"content": "It was chaos. The new vaccine was so strong that the Center for Disease Control was pushing for distribution as fast as possible. But pharmaceutical factories could only go so fast, and the drug companies were dragging their feet to maintain an artificially limited supply to raise prices while the new drug, now known as 'Adonis' was rolled out. A waiting list was developed. Those most ill or at risk were placed on top priority. Either fortunately or unfortunately, the Keelers all carried a genetic defect that predisposed them to early onset Alzheimer, one of the many diseases prevented by Adonis. \n\nIt was May 5, 2020, when they got the letter saying that they were approved for immediate injection. On May 6, they went to the hospital and received the shots, passing by hordes of applicants begging to be moved up on the waiting list. \n\nMark Keeler was 21 years old, a college man home for the summer, and he didn't notice anything at all from the shot. He didn't notice anything the next day either. His sister was saying her clothes felt itchy and his parents spend most of the second day in their bedroom with the door closed. The next day Mark tried so hard not to stare at his sister's noticeably larger breasts in that little white tanktop as she ate her breakfast, or her perky nipples pressing through. She excused herself to a very long shower immediately after breakfast and Mark headed out to the gym. \n\nMark began to realize how good he was feeling that day as he settled into the rowing machine. As he began to workout a feeling of strength and confidence began to grow and overflow in his body. As his biceps tensed in the forest green shirt he wore, they seemed bigger. They felt bigger. He upped the weight. \n\nAs Mark made his way around the weight-room, he realized how powerful he felt. He also noticed more female glances headed his way. He found that he was smiling to himself on more than one occasion, but he didn't do anything about it. When he finished benching more weight than he ever had before, he headed to the lockerroom for a quick shower. \n\nThere were two large, communal showers in the men's lockerroom. As he approached he heard grunts from the far shower growing louder and louder. He then realized they were mixed with feminine groans, and then the sound of flesh on flesh. The rather awkward and conservative Mark turned red and headed into the other shower. When in public Mark always showered in his swim trunks, he was a modest guy and preferred his privacy. Although he had to admit the swimsuit felt extremely itchy that day. As he soaped up his body, the grunts and moans from the other shower grew loader and loader. After ten minutes of cleaning himself, the slapping sounds of most likely male thighs against a female ass (at least that's what Mark imagined) were even more forceful. They had grown steadily in frequency and volume over the last ten minutes without a pause or break. As Mark reached into his swim trunks to clean his private areas he paused, and not just because the woman in the other shower had started to scream. With his soft penis in his hand he felt... heavier? Bigger? \n\nFive minutes later the screams and grunts were at an unbelievable volume and Mark scuttled out of the shower and changed into clean clothes. He headed home.\n\nThere was a quiet dinner at home. Mark's parents excused themselves early and said they were going for a walk in the park. His sister said she was meeting a friend at the theater. Mark was alone, and for some reason, rather tired. He turned in early. He slipped into bed wearing a white undershirt, that fit a little more snuggly than it used to, and tight white briefs, that hugged a bulge that looked a little bigger than usual. At least Mark thought so. He drifted off to sleep.\n\nHe dreamed of the women who had smiled at him at the gym. The glint in their eyes. The tightness of their sports bras. The perfect fit of their spandex shorts. He dreamed he had gone up to that gorgeously fit blonde and introduced himself. Mark didn't remember the rest of his dreams. All he knew was that when he woke up with the biggest and hardest morning wood of his life. And that his white briefs were absolutely drenched in his cum.\n\n[To be continued...]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] For want of an heir
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"content": "Part 2\n\n****\n\nA uneventful sleepless night passed. Alexis tossed and turned, never fully getting comfortable. She felt exposed and vulnerable, like she was sleeping in front of a wolf’s den, feeling like any sleep would lead to her awakening pinned to the ground by a hungry wolf. She finally dozed off into a short dreamless slumber, and awoke to see that Ruby had left, presumably on another shopping trip. “The least she could have done was say good bye. I hope she isn’t gone all day.” Alexis stood to, her robe had fallen off during the night. She looked into the mirror and saw her full frame on display. Her muscles had been looking less defined recently, presumably from the lack of exercise and rich food this peaceful year had afforded her. She had neglected to cut her hair for the last few weeks, letting it extend down to slightly below her jawline. And her breasts looked almost as if they had grown slightly. Not so much as to be noticeable under her clothing, but still. She wasn’t sure if these revelations were the result of any real physical change or if it was just a result of the events of the last few days.\n\n“I need to get a replacement, and not a small one like that disgrace. I need something I can sleep in, I can’t keeping going restless like this.” She sat down on the bed to think. “How am I going to get one. I can’t ask anyone to get it for me. I know where to find one, near the harbor. I hope it’s still there. Maybe I could ask Ruby to... No, I can’t let here near those sailors. Not without an escort. And what would anyone say if a queen was seen buying...” She turned her eyes to the pile of dresses Ruby had bought yesterday. “The last time I needed one like this I put on my sisters dress and disguised myself as a random noble girl. Maybe I can...” She clinched her fists. “I can’t keep walking around Ruby like some dickless cock in a hen house. I need something and I need to today.“\n\nShe threw on the plainest dress she could find and pulled a cloak over her head. She peaked outside the door and saw that the halls were empty. Her appearance looked noble enough that no one would ask if they saw her, and she had left instructions with the guards to allow a woman fitting her description in if she dropped her name, claiming that she was expecting the arrival of one of her sisters.\n\nShe hastily rushed out of the palace, avoiding eye contact with everyone on the way out. Walking down the busy streets in a dress and without the familiar weight between her legs left her with a strange unease. At once she felt like she was in some amorphous danger and still drew some excitement from it. The breeze between her legs and the occasional stare from men on the street. She felt uncomfortable, but there was some part of her that seemed to enjoy it. She hadn’t dressed like a woman in years, and still this feeling was new. “I feel like my stomach is turning. Why was I more comfortable when those bandits attacked? All i’m doing is wearing a disguise. Why i’m I so-“\n\nWhile she was thinking to herself, a cart came rolling down the street and collided with her. Her reflexes allowed her to brace herself and stop the cart in the process, but dropped the satchel with all of her money in it in the process. The hood of her cloak fell back as she struggled to steady herself and push the cart to the side of the street.\n\n“Well, you’re quite strong, and exceptionally beautiful.” She turned her head to see a handsome young man holding her satchel. “You dropped this.” He said she he handed it over to her.\n\n“Tha-“ She realized that she was still deepening her voice. She faked a cough before speaking again in a lighter tone closer to how she naturally spoke. “Thank you. You should watch your cart.” She said stoically.\n\n“No, thank you. Some hooligans stole from me and pushed my cart away when I saw them. Of course it’s not all bad, they let me meet you.” He said with a wink.\n\nShe felt herself blush slightly. “Well thank you for the compliment but i’m afraid i’m a married ma- woman.”\n\n“Aren’t all the good ones? If that changes, let me know.” He said as he wheeled the cart off. \n\nShe continued her walk towards the harbor. The memory of how he talked to her stuck in her mind. “Do I really look that good? What am I saying, it does not mater.” She felt a urge radiating from between her legs, one she hadn’t felt since she was a young girl. From before the day she was locked into that accursed apparatus her father made. “Stop it stop it. You’re a king before all else. Before any urge my body forces on me. I can’t let myself thing like this.” \n\nShe ran the rest of her way to the port, a place surrounded by drunken sailors and stores selling things the general public would find disagreeable. She found her way to a shop that sit a few paces from a brothel, a “medicine” shop selling oriental aphrodisiacs and other paraphernalia. More importantly it was the same shop she visited when she first cracked the lock off her chastity belt after fleeing the castle and realizing that she still needed something the scratches an itch it left behind. She walked through the doors and saw walls and displays full off animal horns and whale penises. A old man looked over the counter to address her. “Hello dear, what brings you to my humble place of business?”\n\nAlexis walked up to the counter. “I’m looking for a marital aid.”\n\n“You’ll have to be more specific, that’s what half of this is.”\n\nAlexis tried to find a less crude way of putting a thing but the frustration of the day caused the words to escape her. “I want a metal cock and something to attach it too so I can wear it.”\n\n“Oh, well I bet your husband is the submissive type. Or are you a prostitute?” He said with a creepy laugh.\n\n“I’m not sure what’s more impressive. How little of your business that is or the fact that you asked me the same thing years ago.” She realized what she said too late, hoping that he didn’t hear her.\n\n“Hmmm... Oh right. I remember every customer I’ve ever had, I thought you looked familiar. You were that twelve year old girl in the fancy clothes.”\n\n“I Was Not Twelve! I Was-“ she stopped when she realized how deep her voice was becoming. “Just show me what you have before I leave.”\n\nHe pulled out a case containing a armament of artificial phalluses, ranging from 3 to 20 inches in length and from wood top rose gold in material. “Is this what you want? The straps will be extra but one will work with all of them.”\n\nShe looked through them until she found a pricy silver one that looked more or less the same as the one she was use too. “This is pure silver correct.”\n\n“Hey hey, I might be a perverted old man, and proud of it if I must say, but i’m not a cheat! Everything here is as described.” He said with a crass and raspy old voice.\n\nShe was ready to produce her money and be done with this nightmare until her eyes fell upon one in the corner that was the same length but looked like it was made of two cylinders with one over top the other and a small knob at the base. “What is that?”\n\n“Oh that, it’s something I got in recently, some fancy invention from Thery. It works as normal but has some other weird functions.” He picked it up to demonstrate. “It’s ridged like this but if you turn the nob the the top cylinder comes off. You can fill it with whatever. Put it on like this and turn the nob again to lock it. When you want it to squirt out the just turn the nob again and push it down. For what you want it for, just fill it up, lock it, and when you want to fill a guy’s ass just turn the nob and thrust.” He said as he made a crude thrusting motion with he hips.\n\nDespite the circumstances, this made Alexis’ eyes light up. “Does it come in silver?”\n\n“What is it with you and silver is that your kink or something. I’ve got iron and rose gold. Not playing either, real stuff. Got it from a pirate that thought it was copper, don’t tell anyone.”\n\n“Fine, gold works. I’ll go with both.” She said she she slammed most of the money she had in her satchel on the desk.\n\n“Pleasure doing business with you. I’ll throw in the strap for free, go and try it on in the back room if you want.” He said pointing at a door at the back of the building.\n\nShe took everything she bought and the new strap mount to the back and hastily buckled it on. The familiar felling and leather and against her skin and the sight of a silver length put her at easy in a way she couldn’t explain. She grasp her hand around it and preformed a few short strokes, sending the phantom sensation that had eluded her for the past two days coursing up her body. She let out a slight purr before stopping herself before she got too excited. “I... I can’t go doing that here. Not near that pervert. He’s probably listening. And I can’t go wearing this, not one this long while i’m wearing a dress. I guess I can go without it for a while longer.” She sighed as she undid the straps and set what she had bought into her satchel.\n\n“Pleasure doing business with you. But maybe next time don’t jill off in the back room without asking me if I want to watch.”\n\nShe blushed and ran out as quickly as she could. “Damn, he heard me! Oh well. Soon I’ll be back too the palace and I can show Ruby this. At the very least it will make conception easier for us.” She thought with a smile."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A knight gets wise to the fact that a witch is peddling cures for succubus curses she herself is letting loose upon the country side. He figures its time to serve some justice.
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"content": "“So you say, you had a succubus sleep with you whilst your wife was next to you in the very same bed?” The knight had to confirm the strange story he just heard. \n\n“Yes, exactly. It was terrifying to say the least,” the man says sweating, his wife stood next to him giving him the stink eye. \n\n“But its fine,” his wife pipes up. “The witch in the woods gave us a cure. A simple banishing powder, salt and dragons blood she said.” \n\n“It’s curious how she can banish them so easy,” the knight comments. \n\n“Yes but she really is a blessing upon the town,” the wife informs the knight who’s passing through. \n\nNot all places are as fond of magic as this one is, and the knight has no issue with it but he does find this succubus situation quite peculiar. As the knight roams the town, a natural extrovert, he talks to many men and women a like. And a fair few of them, too many to be a coincidence have this succubus problem. The knight has traveled to many lands, there is far and few lands he has not been. And never once in his journeys has he experienced such a high concentration of succubi. \n\nNow this got the knight thinking. What do the succubi want with this town? None of the men are particularly good looking, or particularly smell good. It’d be different if they were all gorgeous laying on beds of roses. Or rich, or powerful. Sailors, warriors, those types. But these were just ordinary men. \n\nThe witch had been mentioned a number of times and the knight finally asked if the witch was charging them anything for the cure. And it was merely pennies worth, just enough to cover her materials really. But he followed the trail further, he wanted to meet this witch. This town’s lord and saviour so to speak. \n\nA young man led the night to the woods, down the natural pathway and toward the witch’s cottage. It was strangely picturesque, not what you’d picture to be a witch’s home. There was potted plants lines up out the front. Flowers pouring out of them, like waterfalls. The house was bursting with nature. They were spilling out of the brim of every window. \n\nThe young man excused himself, and the night was left alone with the witch and her cottage. He walks up to the door as the boy disappears and knocks. The sound of glass and metal clinking and clanking is heard abruptly before a stumbling woman comes to open the door. \n\nThe knight looks down to see the witch. A rather young woman, with caramel coloured hair bleached from the sun flowing down her back at every angle. Her sun kissed skin and deep amber eyes didn’t scream witch to the knight. But never the less this was her. \n\n“Are you the witch?” He questions her rather abruptly as soon as he manages to speak. \n\n“Yes, how may I help you?” She says wary that there is no knights in this village so he must he a traveler or a foreigner. \n\n“I came to discuss the succubus problem the township seems to be having,” he says and her eyes widen. \n\n“Oh, come in, come in,” she tells him. “Yes its been a big issue for the town, they’re everywhere these days but its okay I’ve been helping every single one of them. Its a simple banishing spell really.” The witch reassures him. \n\nShe is seated at a small wooden table in her main room, but the knight insisted on standing, to stretch his legs. \n\n“You know in all my travels I have never seen so many afflicted men in one place,” the knight tells her to gauge her reaction but she simply nods. \n\n“Yes its a strange occurrence, I only wish I could help more,” she sighs. \n\nThe knight is walking around her small cottage, the witch watches him like a hawk. But its too late. He stumbles upon her book of shadows, open to the pages of summoning. How to summon a succubus is right there. He picks the book up and brings it over to her, slamming it on the table. \n\n“What is this?” He growls at her, making her reel back away from him. \n\n“Its just some light reading, I wouldn’t look too deeply into it...” she tries but he’s convinced she’s been summoning the succubi. And she has. \n\n“Don’t lie to me,” he says, grabbing her thigh roughly and squeezing. “I can tell when witches lie.” \n\n“Oh?” \n\n“Why would you do such a thing to a town that cares for you?” He interrogates. \n\n“I just wanted to feel needed, I swear I just did a few but then they kept multiplying, I had that page open coz I was trying to work out how to reverse the spell...” she tries to explain. \n\n“Even if that is true, you must be punished for your initial wrong doings.” The knight takes his belt and sword off, throwing it to the side of the cottage before throwing the young witch over his shoulder. \n\n“What’re you doing?” She screeches. “Please don’t hurt me...” \n\n“You said you wanted to feel needed, and I can’t make any promises.” The knight finishes his statement off by giving her a rather hard slap to the ass before demanding to know where her bedroom is. As she begins to protest he slaps her again and she answers him. He takes her there, dropping her onto the bed. \n\nThe knight begins to rip the witches dress right from her body leaving her stark naked in front of him. \n\n“No undergarments, you should be ashamed of yourself.” The knight comments, pulling his cock out of his pants. The witch stares at his hard cock and back up at him. He grabs her by the long hair and leads her onto her knees in front of him. \n\nHe pushes his cock into her throat choking her. He pulls out, and repeats himself over and over. The witch’s eyes are watering, and the knight looks down at her. \n\n“Do you enjoy feeling needed?” He growls at her, wiping her tears away softly. \n\n“Yes.” She quietly answers putting his cock back into her mouth. \n\nHe continues to lead her, holding her hair in his tight grasp to control the pace of the experience. Once he decides she’s had enough he pulls out abruptly. He picks the witch up and positions her so her ass is hanging over the bed. \n\n“Remember, you must be punished for your actions.” The knight warns her. \n\n“I thought you just punished me?” She says confused. \n\n“No, I was showing you what it is to be needed. I’m going to punish you now, and its going to hurt.” He tells her and she hears him removing his belt. \n\nShe feels fire go through her body as the first hit lands on her ass. Its like nothing she’s ever felt before. It comes again, and again, and she’s gripping the sheets. Panting. The fire hurts but its also warming her insides. She feels a wetness trickling down her inner thigh, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. \n\nHe grabs her by the hips and spreads her legs, wiping the liquid off her thigh with his fingers he presents his hand to her. \n\n“Is this what usually happens when you get punished?” He demands. \n\n“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been punished.” She wants her voice to come out snarky but it just comes out breathily and honest in her exhaustion. The knight shoves his fingers in her mouth and demands that she suck on them. The witch obliges, but decides to bite the knight, eliciting a long string of curses and the witches hair being pulled back. She can almost see his angry face from behind her now. \n\nThe knight positions himself at her entrance now, and begins to fuck the witch. She can feel his rather large size inside of her, the feeling of pressure is all the way up in her abdomen. The witch moves her body to match his rhythm which makes the knight continue with his aggressive ravishing of the witch. \n\nShe feels her body contracting around his, arching her back, and screaming for all the gods and goddesses. The witch feels continuously satisfied and fulfilled by this encounter. Moments later her body decides to finish again, causing the knight to go over the edge and finish in the witch. \n\nHe helps her clean up, and they bathe together. She follows the knight to her door naked and he warns her if she puts more spells out onto the townsfolk he’ll be back to punish her again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Now available on the magicnet. Watch pretty elves take their first Big Orc Cock on ORCED.com
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"content": "**Orced (Part I)**\n--------------\n\n*Dammit, I can't believe we got caught,* Anira thought as she hung by her arms, chained to a wall. Everything had been going well until the point where the ambush occurred. *If Vanya hadn't gotten us that bad intel, we would've never gotten caught!*\n\nIt did not matter anymore though. In any case, they were caught, stripped of all items and armoring, chained to the walls with nothing but rags that barely covered their private parts. The elven girls suffered in silence, the voice removal spell cast on them allowing them nothing but cries and moans. Anira shivered, the tips of her hardened nipples poking at the thin rags as she looked on angrily around the room for something, *anything*, that would help her escape.\n\nAs Vanya, Arwen, and Anira struggled against the chains of the dungeon wall, the dungeonkeeper walked in, a smiley-face drawn on the burlap sack mask on his head. \n\n\"Well, well, well, look what we have here,\" the dungeonkeeper said as he clapped his hands together for dramatic effect. \"It seems we've caught some lower level members of the infamous Nightlock Thieves' guild. We've heard all about you, helping in the Thief King's complicated heists, and wow, what an attractive group you are.\"\n\nArwen spit at the Dungeonkeep's feet, eliciting a chuckle from the muscular man. \"Funny how you thieves haven't broken out of these restraints yet…because you can't! They're enchanted locks and unless our *wizard* opens them with a very specific spell, you're at our mercy so I'd give a little *respect*.\" \n\nWith an angry spit back at Arwen, the dungeonkeep continued, \"Now, you see, we needed a punishment but the high-elf council has a contract with our race, the humans, that prevents us from causing physical injury to each other. As such, we can't physically torture you for information about the whereabouts of your loot and even if we could, we have no doubt that you've already sold it, squandering the hard-earned profits of your victims.\"\n\nThe Dungeonkeep took a pause giving a look to the three elf girls that sent shivers down their spines. \"We found a loophole though. It said no physical injury but it said nothing about mental or reputational harm, as such, we've developed a solution for us to punish you while re-earning the hard-earned savings of your victims.\"\n\nWith a slam of the dungeon door, an assistant led six huge orcs into the dungeon. \"You will be used by these orcs, your faces and nude bodies broadcasted to the Magicnet defiled by them on pay-per-view until you have repaid the debt you owe to those poor, poor victims.\"\n\nThe girls yelped in protest but no words came out. \"Uh-uh-uh, this isn't for negotiation. Besides, you all *deserve* to be punished and we both know nothing hurts more to an elf than being dishonored. You'll be dishonored, having interspecies intercourse with a species that we *know* you elves hate as primitive and animalistic. Have fun!\"\n\nWith that, the Dungeonkeep and the assistant left the dungeon as the wizard entered with a magic broadcasting crystal and his staff. \n\nIn a dramatic voice, the wizard announced into a microphone behind the camera, \"Now available on the Magicnet, watch pretty elf girls take their first big orc cock on ORCED.COM!\"\n\nIn an instant, the wizard cast an obedience spell on the three elven girls, stripped their rags magically, and released the chains on the wall\n\n*Fuck,* Vanya thought as the orcs walked up to them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Gender flip a traditional cuckolding trope/cliche
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"content": "Note: I ain't a fan of the cuckold fantasy trope, but I need to practice writing small scenes. Lemme know how you like.\n\nHannah stared blankly through the crack of the bedroom door. Inside, her boyfriend Jake was fucking Stacey. Or maybe, it was Stacey that was having the ride of her life on Jake. She wanted to look away, wanted to pinch herself awake from what she saw, wanted to see more...\n\n\"Hannah, so you did make it!\" Stacey called in between breaths to her. Hannah meekly pushed the door open and walked through. Stepping closer to their romp filled her nostrils with sex, and suddenly she felt a betraying sensation between her legs.\n\n\"W-Why?\"\n\n\"Because your man, and that monster he's got, deserves better. I'm better.\" She felt her knees go weak as they continued to fuck in front of her. She fell to the ground, her hand slowly sneaking its way inside her pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cavepeople
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"content": "* Early man used to worship a “Mother Goddess” and conduct fertility rituals. Describe what you think would occur at such a ritual.\n\n\n* There has been historic evidence that Paleolithic societies were more matriarchal than modern ones. Write a story with a dominant woman. \n\n\n* Cave painting. Write a story of a man or woman using “inspiration” to create a peice of art that would last for all time\n\n* Some evolutionary biologists theorize that polyamory was prevalent in some early cultures. Run with that"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your friends convince you to go to the strip club to help you get over your ex, turns out it’s amateur night and your crush or attractive coworker is performing.
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"content": "\"Dude, it's been a month. You need to get some titties in your face and forget about Amy.\"\n\nJim was right, but I was still moping and unmotivated. Still, I had the money and paying for Jim and Blaze's covers always made me feel generous. I definitely had the money leftover now that I was single again.\n\n\"Besides, I'll drive so you can get hammered.\" Jim really knew how to sell a good time.\n\nThe three of us rolled up to Filthy McNasty's about midnight. I rolled out a big bill to pay for three covers and got forty singles back. We strolled through the doors in our finest clubbing outfits and were just looking for seats when we heard a shout.\n\n\"Richard! Richard, that is you!\" I looked and saw Lafawnda, a coworker from the hospital wearing an entire layer less clothing than I was used to. I barely had time to notice how little cloth was over those curves before she was hugging me.\n\n\"Ah, hi Lafawnda. These are Jim and Blaze... \" Apparently they had decided to make themselves scarce immediately. Great friends, better wingmen.\n\nShe just laughed and said \"I'm up next. Come on.\" Grabbing my hand she led me down to the front in what I called 'gynecology row'. \"Let me know how you like my new routine.\"\n\nI had about thirty seconds to wrestle with the fact that I was about to see one of my coworkers in the buff before she started and I stopped thinking. She had apparently been working on twerking to Megan Thee Stallion and it had paid off. Her curvy ass jiggled out of her g-string like it was made to do nothing else.\n\nWhen the second song started and she took even that off I was floored. She spun around the pole and then crawled towards me. I would have sworn my jaw was literally on the floor when she slid down into my lap and started putting her tits directly in my face.\n\nI barely had the presence of mind to just keep throwing dollars.\n\nWhen the dance was over she said \"Wait right here.\" I couldn't have done anything else; my erection wouldn't let me walk.\n\nShe returned after collecting her money and sat right in my lap again, still completely naked. \"Wow, that was amazing! I've got to ask, though, why? You've got a masters degree and you don't need the money.\"\n\n\"This is who I am. I love doing this. I love to strip and grab dicks, especially big ones. Besides, I've got money for the champagne room experience.\" She laughed and squeezed my hard cock as she said this.\n\n\"And right now, I think it's time we went and made a mess.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Before your ghost can pass on to the next life, you need to help your shy, awkward friend get laid.
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"content": "They were kissing. It seemed quite passionate, to be honest. I was a little proud of her. It was awkward, at first, like almost everything Lily did when boys were involved. But once she got the rhythm down, they’d progressed to French kissing. \n\n*Thats my girl,* I said to Lily, telepathically. *Don't psyche yourself out. Just do what feels natural to you and I’ll be out of your hair and onto whatever the hell comes next.*\n\nI picked up on Lily’s thoughts. *shut up, you’re distracting me.*\n\nI laughed to myself, but said nothing more. I just watched from my spot on the dresser across from the bed. Lily managed to bag a rugged brunette, total dark and mysterious type that she didn’t typically go for. He wasn’t massively built, but toned. I could see that from the way his pecs sort of strained against his t-shirt. Lily was straddling him, still fully clothed, unfortunately. Homeboy took a chance and rounded second base.\n\n*Oh crap.* Lily thought, still kissing him, her hands around his neck. Her body tensed up.\n\n*Come on, Lil,” I said, struggling to keep the annoyance out of my voice. *Just go with it.*\n\n*What if he thinks I’m a slut?* she asked. \n\nIf I could roll my eyes, I would have. *It doesn’t matter if he does or not, dude. You’re both just looking for casual sex. He’s just thinking about how hot you are. That’s it. So why don’t you take off your shirt and show him?*\n\n*What if he doesn’t like what he sees?* she asked. *I doubt I look like the girls he usually goes for.*\n\n*Uh, take a look, genius,* I snapped. *he has his tongue down your throat. I’m sure he’s into you. So let him get into you already!*\n\n*Easy for you to say* she thought bitterly. *You were stacked when you were alive.*\n\nNo need to rub it in, I thought bitterly to myself. Hell, if it weren’t for the idiot who ran a red light, I’d probably be the one getting some right now. But that’s not what fate had in store for me. Apparently, I was supposed to play Clarence to Lily; get her laid so I could get my wings, or whatever. It was annoying. I’d been stuck here, tied to Lily wherever she went, for six months. Every time she got a guy to come home with her ended the same: she would decide she didn’t want to, and he would be packing up his shit and heading for the door, no doubt with a massive case of blue balls. We tried numerous guys: gym rats, bad boys, nerds at the comic store. They either made her too nervous, or ejaculated within minutes of her touching them. With every day I was getting more pissed off. I just didn’t get why she wasn’t getting it. I could not leave until she banged someone. What was so hard about that?\n\nThe guy—whose name was Issac—made a move to pull off her shirt. Lily pulled away from his lips. I knew what she was going to say. \n\n“Look, I’m sorry, but—“\n\nNope! Not happening. I wasn’t going to spend another six months following Lily around not getting laid, watching everyone else walk around breathing air and getting to do what they wanted. Uh huh. I was being patient and understanding for way too long.\n\nI evaporated into smoke as she was telling him that she really liked him, but couldn’t right now. Maybe another time. Then she paused. She shivered. I slid down her throat in my vapour form. Her body tensed up. Her head fell backwards as I poured myself into her petite form. Lily’s head shook, her head snapped forward. I was in."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [EU] (Dragon Ball) The Time Traveler
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"content": "I’ll assume dragonball xenoverse rules as a setting just because that’s the best example of time travel for this. To skip the plot prompt read, a female saiyan invader from before their planet blew up. I’m one of those people that thinks that Fasha being the only full blood female saiyan we got too see is criminal. That’s the prompt itself but I’ll give a summary of how I think this could have happened. \n\nA time patroller is accidentally sent to a random world back to a time before before planet vegeta was destroyed and gets cut off from communication. They end up fighting off a saiyan invader who sticks around. After a few months of her constantly picking fights while he waits for the time patrol to come get him, she admits that she wasn’t just looking for a rivalry. Strength is sexy after all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A high-class university has an alternative tuition option available to female students: rent yourself out after class
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"content": "Dog Days\n\nThese days a lot of people who got into university couldn’t afford to pay their tuition after a semester or so as such the university created a work-study program that would help people to pay tuition. In the mornings you would go to class and in the afternoon you would come down to work in order to be picked up by whoever was interested in renting you out for the night. As time went on certain people began to take advantage of these services in order to exhibit their kinks in a safe environment, these people tended to pick out those that they liked and became frequent patrons.\n\nI was a young grad-student with long blonde hair from a good family that had paid for my education out of pocket when I had first enrolled. Since my senior thesis, I had become a frequent patron of the “Rental Program” as they called it. On this day I was wearing a long black cloak as I walked in, I nodded to the woman at the desk who pressed a button and charged my account as I walked into the back room where the rentals waited. As I entered a younger girl with short red hair wearing a hoodie shot up from her seat excited “Mistress!” I pushed her hood back and stroked her short red hair with a smile as I looked down at her “Hey cutie.” She smiled up at me as I placed a bright red collar around her neck “Alright now sit girl.” And with a smile, she dropped down to her knees with her arms folded in front of her. I then chuckled and attached her choke chain collar with her leash, I then turned around and gave the leash a short tug as I began to walk out the front door.\n\nToday we strolled along through the campus green, a few other people had Rentals out with them as we strolled. She was being a good puppy this afternoon simply walking at my heel, I reached down and stroked her head as I sat on one of the benches. She sat in front of me, I then reached down and removed both her choke collar and her leash “Lay down girl.” She laid down on her chest with her arms under her shoulders, she looked at me with a happy smile. I then set down my backpack and unzip a section of it to reveal a tube of tennis balls. Her eyes lit up as I revealed these, I popped it open and then held the ball in hand for a moment before throwing it, however she laid there still waiting for me to release her “Go get it.” I said and she took off running on all fours across the campus green before grabbing the ball in her mouth and bringing it back to me. As she returned I scratched her under the chin and she faithfully dropped the ball for me, we spent about twenty minutes playing like this before I leashed her back up and we headed over to my apartment.\n\nAs we walked through the door I smiled “Strip pup.” She looked up at me with a happy smile as she pulled off her clothes and then took them in her mouth and carried them over to the dog bed I had in the corner for her. While she did that I stepped into my bedroom and pulled a trunk out from under my bed and pulled it open to reveal a large number of sex toys and restraints, I pulled out a strap on and slipped into it before returning. “Display pup.” She rolled over onto her back with her legs spread wide shaking her chest back and forth while whimpering for me. I smirked and grabbed her by the collar yanking it close as I slammed by body down against hers launching the strap on forwards into her. She bowled as I continued to slam my body against hers, she was a good girl and this was what a good girl deserved. As I pulled her close and she good feel the strap on pushing deeper and deeper causing her to let out a wet moan trying to keep it all in I placed a kiss of her cheek “That’s a good girl,” before she came all over the strap on and the strap on launched its load into her. I then pulled out and walked off to go shower as she curled up on her dog bed to relax.\n\nThis was the reality that was mine, my puppy by my side. Maybe this shitty world did have its upsides?"
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"content": "Well since no one else will take a crack at some of these prompts, here we go.\n\n**Warnings: some Dub-Con, BDSM, blood play, transformation, rough sex and general obvious unholiness if that's your thing.**\n\n---\n\nEzras had to rethink his choices in life. Granted, he'd been doing a lot of soul searching lately in general. He didn't understand why he made the choices he had, but it always paid to have some sort of clarity.\n\nWith that, he was fairly sure he'd really done it this time. The chains holding his arms over his head told him he wouldn't be able to escape the slab he was stretched over. And the smell of ash and embers reaching his nostrils told him it would all be over soon.\n\nA flash of energy was followed by the heavy noises of bare feet on concrete. Megaira loomed over him now, her sigil she'd emerged from smoldering back to nothing. Her tongue flicked slightly at him, the only sound now the soft clapping of her thighs as she moved around him.\n\n\"Are you comfortable mortal?\" She asked sternly.\n\n\"M-Megaira, please, I-I can explain.\" Ezras meekly offered. She simply pushed a large finger to his lips and began to move downward. She found his member, pushed her snout to it and huffed deeply. She felt him shudder at the sensation. Adorable, she thought.\n\n\"I smell... another cunt. A harlot. Draupadi.\" She said as her eyes narrowed. Her voice grew from a lighter than expected tone to the growl of a savage beast. Ezras shook now in his bindings.\n\n\"DID YOU FUCK HER?!\" Megaira demanded. Her teeth made a sound akin to a knife being sharpened as she talked. One mammoth hand cupped his bits and squeezed.\n\n\"NO! I didn't fuck her!\" Ezras panicked, \"I don't even know who that is!\"\n\n\"One of my familiars.\" Megaira answered, \"One that especially loves to steal what few pleasures I gain myself. That fucking whore.\"\n\nEzras had to recall what she'd mentioned in passing during their time together. How she was a renowned berserker for one of the gates to the underworld. Her brutality unmatched, one of those able to subdue even Cerberus himself barehanded.\n\nSpeaking of barehanded, he was fairly concerned about the rough grip on his shaft she maintained while she debated things to him about the relationships between herself and other demons.\n\n\"-Are you listening??\" She said as she gave a light, yet painful, tug.\n\n\"Yes!\" He promised, \"I'm listening. Don't fuck anyone! Anyone else! Got it!! Youhavemywordpleasedon'tpullitoff-\"\n\nShe released her grip and took one large step over the slab to sit. His legs were pinned now, and she watched his pained expression with an inkling of glee. Granted, she understood why. But, if she shattered his pelvis, she knew she could rebuild it with ease.\n\nEzras held his breath as she leaned forward now, her massive body and breasts smothering him.\n\n\"Foolish Ezras. Pain is only temporary.\" She chided. \"You may fuck the women of your village. That is no issue to me.\"\n\nA violent stroke of his cock caused him to cum immediately, a strand flying past her head.\n\n\"But, you are mine forever.\" She issued. \"Now then, how do you wish to proceed?\"\n\n\"...Wat?\" Ezras answered.\n\n\"I promised you benefits to this.\" She reminded him. \"The time has come to seal our deal. Your body is fragile. I will fix such things.\"\n\nBefore he knew it, another flash had taken place. He was greeted by another member: hers. It was massive and ribbed in ways he couldn't comprehend.\n\n\"Either you take the lead, Ezras, *or I will.*\"\n\n\"I'll lead!\" Ezras promised, \"Leading sounds good!\"\n\nThe dick she'd wielded disappeared in another flash. Now, her tongue and maw were focused on his own. To his horror, it began to glow a variety of colors despite the lack of pain. Speaking of the lack there of, this had to be the best pleasure he'd ever felt. No woman from his homeland could compare.\n\nMegaira paused however to open that maw of hers and clamp down on her own hand. Blood welled, and before he could readily comprehend, she let the flow dribble onto his face.\n\n\"Drink.\" She requested amiably.\n\nHe did so with some reluctance. And then things really kicked into high gear. He again felt some pain. But it felt good. His dick had swollen, engorged to a size he'd never seen it. Odd symbols ran up one side, and it held a wicked downward curve in it's semi limp state. At the same time, he felt something beyond what he'd ever felt. The only thing he could describe it to himself as, was strength.\n\nHe didn't think he could break those chains. He knew he could.\n\n\"It is done.\" Megaira grinned. \"You were a but a lowly merchant. But now. You will rule this land.\"\n\nEzras felt alive in ways he couldn't comprehend. And as he reached full-mast, his cock weighted like a club, he watched as Megaira laid back. Despite her size, she was quite limber for a large girl, having put her legs up towards her head to display her sex for all to see.\n\n\"I'm yours.\" She commanded. \"Ezras. Come and get me.\"\n\nHe snapped the chains as if they were made of straw. Before long he was jackhammering her as hard as she wanted, taking time to finger her and fondle her breasts as needed.\n\n\"Hah, see what I did there?\" She commented.\n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"Come (cum) and get me?\" Megaira snickered at his eagerness.\n\n\"Your wish is my command.\" He chuckled in response.\n\nBefore she could finish however, he had began moving even harder than before. To her amusement, Ezras had the nerve to tell her to take it all. Which was rich coming from him.\n\nBut it wasn't all her. Before long, they'd switched positions and he was pummeling her from behind. The size difference was one thing, but he balanced on her with no issue, never withdrawing from his job. Although, she sensed something from his clothes piled nearby.\nBy the time she formed a question, something splashed Megaira's back and legs and she yelled in triumph. Ezras simply began rubbing in deeper, sending her completely over the edge.\n\n\"W-what have you done!\" She snipped.\n\nEzras, at a full stroke, leaned in to explain. \"You like that? *It's holy water.* I'm gonna' fuck the devil out of you.\"\n\nHe squirted some on her clit and she went rigid. He knew such meager magic wouldn't actually kill her. No. But it would give him some leverage. And get her off. Before long, the massive demon was a quivering, wordless mess under him. When she did cum, so did he, and it was worth an hour's work.\n\n---\n\n\"Alcazar? Is something wrong.\"\n\nThe mage turned to look at his group. It was as if a thousand voices cried at once, then grew silent somewhere in the nearby mountains. The hell was that??\n\n\"Ummm...\" He finally answered, \"Probably nothing? I don't think we're in danger.\"\n\n\"...Are you sure?\"\n\n\"Yep.\" Alcazar checked again, \"Let's get this gold home.\"\n\n---\n\nDespite their fling, Ezras hadn't softened yet, and that began to concern him. But before he could answer, that familiar pair of large arms draped over his shoulders.\n\n\"It won't go down.\" He fretted.\n\n\"Not yet.\" Megaira cooed. \"Hope you have some buffs with that water. It's gonna' be a long night.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Passing the time during a hyper-speed jump.
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"content": " - the crew sets out to have every possible combination of crewmembers fuck. start with all the pairs, then threesomes and work their way up from there. there's even a big chart in the mess hall where people check off the people they've banged each morning.\n\n - Space-time paradoxes associated with FTL travel allow people to bang themself from the immediate past or future. Also, sometimes there are just ghostly duplicates of people, or versions from alternate realities.\n\n - the ship AI has swapped the balance of gasses in life support without telling anyone, so now they're all breathing aphrodisiacs. It comes to a head in the first officers' meeting of the journey.\n\n - the engineering deck is holding a competition to build the ultimate sex bot, and they need judges.\n\n - the ship's psychic navigator has become a beacon for interdimensional fuck demons to manifest within the walls of the ship.\n\n - A couple sneaks outside in a shuttle to have zero-g sex alone under the inhumanly beautiful light of hyperspace\n\n - turns out the new cook has no idea how humans work and accidentally spiked breakfast with a potent aphrodisiac. the cafeteria quickly devolves into an orgy.\n\n - the ship's AI spends the trip slowly, gently, setting people up on dates.\n\n - the officers lets the crew use them like a sex slave during the trip, with the understand that as soon as they return to normal space, everything goes back to normal immediately, or there will be /serious/ consequences.\n\n - During the jump, the ship and everything in it becomes four dimensional. people do sex acts that are impossible with only three dimensions. it's like the human body becomes an escher painting. It's not for everyone, but some folks swear it's the next best thing to meeting god.\n\n - a couple having sex, but the artificial gravity is buggy and it keeps turning on and off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girl friend and your mom have switched bodies, and the only way to undo this is to have sex with one of them. So it's either fuck your smoking hot milf of a mother or do the regular with your gf. Why not just do both?
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"content": "Loren had been acting off for the last little while. Anytime we went out together, she kept herself at a distance. Lagging slightly behind me when we walked around the mall, sitting on the opposite end of the couch while we watched movies, reluctantly holding my hand. She just seemed to lose interest completely over night one day, and it hurt. I was worried that she was tiptoeing around breaking up with me. So, the other night, when she came over for dinner, I told her: “if you’re going to break up with me, you may as well do it, because I can’t stand you being weird around me anymore.”\n\nShe looked at me, mouth agape. “Break up with you?” She stammered. “I don’t want to do that!”\n\n“Could have fooled me,” I snorted. “You won’t even touch me. We haven’t had sex in ages.”\n \n She looked down at the floor, blushing. “I just...haven’t been in the mood.” \n\nI found that hard to believe. Loren jumped my bones on our first date three years ago, and we’d been having sex consistently ever since. Now she wouldn’t even kiss me. The most I’ve gotten in a long while was a quick peck on the cheek, which ended in her scurrying our the door.\n\n“You’re lying,” I said, flatly. \n\n“No, no. I swear!” She pleaded. “I just haven’t been myself lately.”\n\n“Well, I wish you’d be yourself again,” I snapped, getting up from the kitchen table. It was childish, I suppose. But I was angry, and hurt. And I was incredibly pent up. I stormed up the stairs to my bedroom. I slammed the door and lay down on my bed, panting. \n\nI heard my mother’s muffled shouting from downstairs. \n\n“You’d better go fix it!” \n\n“Think about what you’re asking me to do!” Loren shouted back. “How can I do that with him?”\n\n“You’re being incredibly selfish,” my mother said. She sounded disgusted. “Am I going to have to go up there and do it myself?”\n\nA pause.\n\n“You wouldn’t.”\n\n“I’m tired of this. It’s been going on for too long. If you don’t do it, I will.”\n\nUtter silence. Then, the chair loudly screeched against the hardwood of the kitchen floor. Heavy thuds pounded the staircase. Then, a knock at my door.\n\n“I don’t want to talk to anyone,” I shouted.\n\n“Please...babe,” Loren said. “I want to apologize. Please, just give me a chance.”\n\nI sighed. I could tell her off. But I didn’t have the energy. I got up and opened the door. She stood there in that new, heavy white sweater she’d been wearing lately, the one that was so big on her that it covered her ass. Her hair was always tied up nowadays. I hardly ever saw it down anymore. \n\nShe walked into the room, still avoiding contact with me. \n\nShe paced around the bedroom, stopping at the mirror over my dresser and frowning. \n\n“I owe you an apology,” she said, turning to look at me. Her eyes were a piercing blue. \n\n“Oh? Do you?” I shot back, sarcastically.\n\n“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad girlfriend. It’s just...I’ve been going through some things.”\n\n“You’ve always talked to me about your problems before,” I sulked. “Why not now?”\n\nShe snorted. “This isn’t your usual sort of problem. Trust me.”\n\n“Try me.” I challenged.\n\nShe sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t feel like myself,” she said. “Just trust me. I haven’t been feeling...sexy. It’s not you it’s...”\n\n“Don’t,” I said, quietly. “Don’t say that. Don’t use the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ bit.”\n\nMy eyes watered. I swore in frustration. I couldn’t believe I was crying in front of Loren. Not now, in the middle of what was clearly the end of our relationship.\n\nShe had been about to say something, but stopped. “Come here,” she said.\n\nDespite my anger, I walked over and sat down next to her on my bed. She looked me in the eyes. Then she pressed her lips against mine, softly. I pulled away, at first. Then our lips met again. We made out like that for a few minutes. My hands itched to touch her, but I didn’t want to press my luck. Then she said, “it’s ok. We can...”\n\nI lifted her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She was wearing what she’d once referred to as “a granny bra.” She said she wouldn’t be caught dead in a thing like that. “Not when I’ve got these,” she would say, groping her large breasts. \n\nThose were the old days, though. She really did change in this last little while. My hands reached around to unclasp the bra, but I paused. \n\n“You’re sure?” I asked.\n\nShe nodded. \n\nThe bra came off. I was reunited with the two, heavy mounds of peachy flesh on my girlfriends chest. In my excitement, I grabbed at them, a little harder than I’d intended. She gasped. I was no longer thinking with the head on my shoulders. I gently pushed her onto her back. Her breasts jiggled a bit as she fell back onto the mattress. I bent down to suckle on her breast. She blew out a breath of air. Her nipples, ghost-like on her breasts, became erect. She was breathing heavily. My hands worked on the zipper and buttons of her jeans. I pulled them off with such force that her legs momentarily lifted from the bed, landing with a hard thump. I moved my head away from her breast and frowned. Granny panties. \n\n“Keep going,” she said, eyes closed. “Hurry.” \n\nI licked the nipple of her other breast for a while, my right hand moving down to her crotch, sliding under the boring, beige undergarments, typically worn only on laundry days. She was wet. That was a relief. My index finger found her clit and made slow circle movements around it. \n\n“Ugh.” She gasped. \n\nThen I slipped my index finger into her pussy and—\n\n“Stop! I can’t!” She cried.\n\n“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”\n\n“Get off me,” she said, cringing away from me. “I’m sorry. I thought I could. But I can’t do it. It’s to weird.”\n\nBefore I could say anything, my bedroom door was thrown open. My mother stood there, angrily.\n\n“I fucking knew it,” she snapped.\n\n“Mom, what the hell!”\n\n“You don’t want to switch back! You’re trying to steal my body, and leave me in this!”\n\nI stood between them, confused. What the hell was going on?\n\nLoren laughed. “I don’t want your body, you dumb tart. I happen to like my body! I want to be with my husband. Do you think I want to have to start over with student debt, living in the house of someone else’s parents? Fuck no I don’t.”\n\n“Liar!” My mother spat. She had an ugly look on her face.\n\n“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”\n\n“We switched,” my mother said, crossing her hands over her chest. “*Someone* found a spell book at a garage sale. They were *apparently* trying to find a spell to make their boobs bigger. It happened the last time I was over for the night. I woke up the next morning and I looked like this,” she said, gesturing to herself. “Lucky me.”\n\n“I’m sorry,” Loren snapped. “I may not have boobs bigger than my head, but my body was perfectly acceptable for me. It’s certainly fine for my husband.”\n\n“Oh, don’t I know it,” my mom said, pulling a face. “He hasn’t left me alone in a month.”\n\n“Can you two stop being crazy for five seconds?” I demanded. “This isn’t funny.”\n\n“Look, if you won’t fuck him, I will.”\n\n“Mom!” I cried. “What the hell has gotten into you?”\n\n“I’m telling you, I’m not your mother, genius,” she groaned. “I’m Loren. I’ve been stuck as your mom for about a month. We figured out a way to switch back. You’d have to sleep with one of us. To completion. Then we’d go back to normal.”\n\nI stared at my mother, mouth agape. “This is insane.”\n\n“But *someone* didn’t want to play ball. She’s been avoiding you for the last month. I wonder why that could be?”\n\n“I keep telling you, I don’t want your stupid body!” Loren raged. “I just can’t stand the idea of being penetrated by my own son!”\n\n“Well, I’m tired of it. I’m tired of going to your dumb job. I’m tired of going to bed with your husband. I’m tired of waking up every morning with my back hurting, and my bones creaking.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “I’m tired of the hot flashes!”\n\nI felt uncomfortable for about a hundred reasons. I couldn’t stand the sight of my mother crying. \n\n“Fine, Loren,” Loren said. “I’ll do it. But I don’t want to look at him. He can take me from behind.”\n\nMy mother looked up and scowled. “I’m not leaving. I’m staying here to make sure the whole thing happens.”\n\n“No way is that happening!” I argued. “You two have lost your minds.”\n\n“Fine. Have it your way.” Loren pulled off her panties and knelt down on my bed. “Come on, hon. Make it quick.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In hell sinners are punished based on what they did. Murderers die over and over, unjust rulers endure poverty and exploitation and rapists well....
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"content": "*Disclaimer: Noncon (it is hell, after all), TG, forced fem, and hell-themes.*\n\nHeat.\n\nMy eyes shot open and I witnessed a mountain of a being towering over me. 'Demon' came to mind instantly. His skin was orange and veiny. An unspeakable look of hatred and amusement showed on his face as he stared down at me.\n\n I tried to crawl away, but my already old body felt too weak to move. I looked down, and to my horror, I was emaciated.\n\n\"Wh-wh-wher-\"\n\n\"You know where mortal!\" His voice was so loud I heard it in my head. I tried to plug my ears, but again my body wouldn't comply.\n\nHe cackled \"Adam Knight! Died at the ripe old age of 76, smugly thinking he'd get off scot-free for a life of violence and depravity!\"\n\n*Oh God, oh god I'm so sorry. Please.*\n\n*\"*Save your breath whelp! He doesn't want you!*\"* He pointed, I felt like I was shrinking.\n\n\"But I... Ah, I have a special spot for you!\" He scooped me up and started walking. Each step shook the earth. In every direction, I saw the fields of hell. Some men and women were pushing a boulder up a hill, and it slid back down, crushing them. Some were being kicked to death by child-sized demons before being resurrected. All of them had a resigned look in their eyes. \n\n\"Wh-Wh-What\"\n\n\"Earth is busy now! We need more hands to keep up with demand! Unfortunately for you and your choices, that means breeding stock.\"\n\nThis was absurd! I'm a man, and even in death, I doubt I could be used to breed.\n\nWe approached a giant lake that at first glance appeared to be lava. As I adjusted my eyes, I noticed that it was in fact a sea of tiny tentacles. Squeezing me like a ragdoll, the monster hurled me into the pit at full force.\n\nI hit the surface with slimy THWUMP and the tentacles began crawling all over me. They flowed into every orifice, crawling in and out through me. I felt each pinch, prick, and slimly crawl as they nibbled on my old flesh.\n\nEven deep in the pool, I still heard the monster's booming voice.\n\n\"Now! Witness your new life take shape!\"\n\nThe micro-tentacles swarmed me, binding with my weakened body to reform me. They began melting into skin and ligaments, growing over bone-thin arms and legs and shaping into new muscle and sinew.\n\nSomething was deeply wrong though. Instead of my former self, the tentacles began forming a wider pair of hips. My new skin settled to be softer and free of hair. My fears were confirmed when two clusters formed on my chest; large DD breasts began to take shape.\n\nI screamed, and tentacles swarmed to my mouth. I felt them crawling into my throat and brain. My voice quickly became much higher pitched. I shuddered to think about what they were doing in my mind.\n\nThe floor of the tentacle pool opened and spat me into a room that looked like it was made of pink flesh. My now much wider ass landed first, and I finally had a moment and the strength to study my new body. The tentacles had given me the body of a curvy, young woman. She was much like the ones I used to, well, 'date'.\n\nI looked around and gasped a now female gasp. Along the walls were mounted hundreds of women, all of whom were either being fucked by demons or violated by tentacles. At the far end of the room was an empty slot. Without consent, my body began moving itself towards the new spot.\n\n\"What?\" I said in a softer voice. \"Stop! Don't!\". My new body wouldn't comply. My ears filled with the moans of squishes of hundreds of women being fucked as I slowly walked. I knew I was about to join them.\n\nTears were in my eyes \"Please, I'm so sorry.\" I pleaded. The body lined itself against the wall and fell backward. The wall absorbed me, leaving my new pussy, ass, and hips exposed on one side. On the other, my head and tits joined an immaculate room of other mounted female heads. Some looked forlorn, some looked blissful, but they all looked mindless. \n\n\"Ah, another one.\" Called a blond with a Swedish accent from across the room. \n\n\"Well, welcome. I was Elias, though that doesn't matter anymore. Word of advice, try to enjoy yourself.\"\n\nStill crying, I continued to plead \"This is wrong! I'm a man!\"\n\n\"Now now\" Elias tried to comfort. \"You 'were' a man.\"\n\nI couldn't see, but almost instantly I felt two rough hands grip my hips. I was entered so aggresively I nearly let out a scream. My new womanhood expanded to occupy the unnaturally well-endowed assailant.\n\n\"First customer, eh?\" Elias continued. \"I'd say it gets easier, but in all honesty, you just get lewder.\"\n\nI continued to cry, knowing my fate was here.\n\n\"Now, now\" Elias tried to comfort in a soft, female tone. \"If you do well enough as breeding stock, then in a century they may let you be a trophy sleeve for noble demons.\"\n\nI was fucked for at least 5 minutes without pause. Nails dug into my thighs as the cock writhed in an out of me. My arousal rose, but I didn't climax.\n\nThe beast shuddered and released a torrent of slimy semen. I could smell it through the wall, and feel it dribble down my ass. As soon as it pulled out, I felt tentacles take its place. They were much gentler, finding my sensitive spots and playing with ass and pussy.\n\n\"Be careful if you get tentacles\" Elias warned, apparently alerted to my moans. \"They may plant an egg in you if you get too arouse.\"\n\nI tensed up immediately, trying to avoid orgasming now. It was too late. They teased my clit with vibrations and I felt the first female orgasm of my new life. I convulsed aggressively in the wall. I felt an orb-like object get inserted.\n\n\"Not to worry too much. They'll hatch on their own in a while. Just... try to relax.\"\n\nI felt the light leave my eyes as I realized that fucking was my future.\n\n*The end, feedback welcome.*"
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"content": "[Day 0]\n\nIt had taken years of training and months at the academy, but [Kelly Smoak](https://cdn.pornpics.com/pics/2013-11-10/119634_01big.jpg) was finally a police officer! She'd wanted this ever since she was a little girl. The uniform, the gun, busting bad guys— it all stunned so cool to her! When she was offered a job at the 13th precinct, she jumped at the opportunity. Furthermore,within a week of being there, the commissioner had a special assignment for her. \n\n\"I know you just got here and you're still a bit too green, but you're perfect for this assignment,\" the commissioner said, looking at Kelly from behind his desk. \n\n\"I'm excited, sir! I can't wait to show you what I can do!\" Kelly replied, chipper as always. \n\n\"Well, it's not really an exciting job. There's a very elusive serial rapist making the rounds in this city. Word is he kidnaps girls from the local high school and college and keeps them as a part of some sick harem. People say, though, that he goes to Grohl High School. Since you look so young, we were hoping you could go undercover and get us some information on him.\"\n\n[Day 3]\n\nUndercover jobs had always seemed so cool to Kelly. While she knew it was nothing like the movies, she still took some inspiration from movies like 21 Jump Street. Maybe it would be fun! She could make some friends and bust some bad guys! Her second first day of high school started today and she was both excited and anxious. \n\nAs she walked into class, all eyes were on her. She was definitely a blind bombshell. She was the kind of girl that would be popular in this setting, at least now. Gone were the braces and acne. Now, her bright smile and sizeable bust attracted all of the attention she could ever want. It was the perfect honeypot. \n\n[Day 8]\n\nHer suspects so far were Mike Fera, Tim Yoslav, and Fasim Guara. All three were incredibly handsome young men who had girls swarming then constantly. They each had easy access to women around the small town, so they never had to worry about where to get their next victim. \n\nThey were, however, complete assholes. They bullied a lot of the less-popular kids, like Jack and Philip from the science club. Still, the three guys were incredibly suave and easy on the eyes. Each time they hit in Kelly, she could feel herself grow wetter. They were giving her the attention she wanted when she was younger and now she was getting it. \n\n[Day 13] \n\nTwo more girls went missing: Miley Roe and Kendra Destin. They were both two girls that Tim had dated earlier on in the year, but now they had vanished without a trace. Kelly had to keep contact with her supervisor to a minimum, so she needed help from outside of the precinct. \n\nShe'd made sure to do her own research into the matter, but could come up with nothing. Whoever this was covered their tracks really well. She didn't have time to be distracted. \n\n[Day 17]\n\nShe'd gotten distracted. Tim had asked her out on a date and now she was back at his place, on her knees, sucking his cock like a dutiful slut. She was amazed at his size and sloppily gulped his cock happily. She felt so wanted and so sexy. He came inside of her mouth, ordering her to swallow it all down. *So commanding,* she shivered, obeying. \n\nThe rest of the night involved her on her back as she was fucked mercilessly. She was lucky she was on birth control or otherwise, she'd have definitely gotten pregnant. Though, there was always a chance. \n\n[Day 28] \n\nSeven more girls had gone missing. The three guys were the common denominator, but Kelly was a bit too busy to notice. Word has quickly spread about her being an easy slut. Mike, Tim, and Fasim spent a night with Kelly, using every one of her holes and leaving her as a cum-filled, delirious mess. \n\n[Day 29]\n\nKelly woke up, gagged, tied to a bed and very confused. *Shit, I let my guard down and then those three...* Kelly struggle against her binds, but found it difficult. Not because they were particularly well-done, but rather because she was so weak. They'd given her something... she wasn't sure what though. \n\nThen, her captor entered the room. *Jack?* \n\n\"Hello, Kelly. I'm sure you're confused. All of the other girls were. That is until they feel in line. Tell me, have you noticed yourself feeling oddly more aroused lately? Of course you have! Drugging your food and drinks was surprisingly easy. You'd think for a cop you'd be more careful,\" Jack stopped, standing by the side of her bed now. \n\n\"Oh yes, we know all about your, Ms. Smoak. You were sent here to stop us, but now, you might be our greatest conquest yet. You see, we're definitely the lower-tier of the school's totem pole. Even when you're incredibly horny, you won't fuck us. But that's why we spend weeks drugging you until you're vulnerable. Then we snatch! You might ask why I'm telling you all of this? Well, soon enough, you won't even care.\" \n\n[Day 36]\n\nKelly was put in a stockade, her face currently being fucked by Jack while her cunt was stolen by Philip. They constantly took turns on their newest victim. She knew they were trying to break her. Every day, they came in and injected her with something that made her sanity slip further and further away. But she had to remain strong. \n\nUntil her body shook once more as her overly-sensitive cunt came around Philip's cock. \"That makes, what, sixteen in the past hour?\" Philip laughed, emptying his balls inside of her. \n\n[Day 49]\n\nKelly was buried under the covers as she eagerly sucked Philip's cock. Her master was so smart! She was lucky he could do all the thinking for her. She was just a dumb, blond, bitch. Her place was between her master's legs, pleasuring his magnificent cock. She lived him more than anything. \n\nShe'd learned about their other conquests; girls like Miley and Kendra, if they were unsatisfactory, were sold to other men. In Kendra's case, she never broke. That fiery spirit made her worth a lot of money and she was eventually sold to be some rich king's concubines overseas. Kelly, on the other hand, had been the perfect pet. \n\n[Day 73] \n\nKelly returned to the precinct with no new information on the case. Of course, she knew the returen, but did an excellent job hiding it. She couldn't give up her masters! \n\n[Day 105]\nMaster Jack now owned the commissioner's wife and daughter. The older woman and young, mid-twenties college girl had gone missing,vanishing without a trace thanks to Kelly covering her master's tracks. \n\n[5 Years Later]\n\nThe sex ring that both men started blossomed and expanded, allowing them a veritable criminal empire. The small town had become known for cheap sex and adultery as men's own wives turned out to be beholden to the kingpins of this crime town. It was impossible to pin anything on them, though. Whether it was blackmail or Kelly covering things up, the men continued with their schemes unabated. Kelly, for her part, was the loyal slave, healing kidnap and train women for the harems or to be sold. If course, all of her money from being an officer went straight to her master. Eventually, she was even named comissioned as the last one \"resigned.\" \n\nShe was at corrupt as it came, lending her skills and positioning to her master's criminal syndicate. She rubbed her pregnant belly, excited about what the future held. *Being a cop is awesome,* she thought to herself with a smirk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Guro!
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"content": "Personally, I have zero interest in guro, but I'll throw some ideas at you? maybe? I don't really understand what the appeal is so maybe these will miss the mark\n\n - a coven of fancy gentlemanly vampires have their newest guest paralyzed and are serving him as the still living centerpiece of a grand feast.\n\n - you are a masochistic time traveler. you get yourself into dangerous, sexy situations, then send your conciousness back to safety when your current body is on the verge of death.\n\n - Dr. Frankenstein is putting the monster together when it wakes up, half assembled on the table, and has its way with him.\n\n - getting pegged by a transformer isn't as fun as it sounds when their dick is /literally/ a jackhammer. good bye internal organs.\n\n - the tribe of ogres demands you service them. Every ogre who is unsatisfied is another broken bone, and you better believe they'll keep going when you have no bones left to break.\n\n - you are being fucked by the xenomorph. maybe if you satisfy it sexually, it will only eat you a /little bit/ and you'll survive long enough to get medical attention.\n\n - some sort of giant eldritch space goddess is dissecting you like a bug, still alive, and fawning over how cute each of your internal organs are as she pulls them out and puts them back, freely killing you and reviving you over and over again just to see what will happen\n\n - An explorer falls into the extradimensional realm of cthulhu. They are being torn apart by tentacles for ten thousand years. They are being seduced by a bevy of human suitors. They are being eaten alive by bugs. They are being stretched across the outside of a tesseract and their brain cannot process it as anything but the purest, more exquisite pleasure and a string of contextless scenes from lives that are not their own."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] I bet her parents thought they were being soooooo funny when they chose her name.
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"content": "When she was younger she'd heard adults making fun of her name, hell it was odd to hear it compared to the other kids on the school register but to her it was just her name... that was until college and she realized the connotations that could come with her name. Now she didn't just hate her parents for calling her this... she loved them for it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was a typical weekday in which Around had to go to college, morning routine was done. Grabbed a slice of toast and downed a glass of orange juice and began her journey to class.\n\n\"What day is it today?\" Around thought to herself, she'd been so tied up all right writing on her favorite fan fiction boards that she'd lost track of when in the week she was.\n\n\"Ah, Thursday!\" Around thought, crossing the road to the college. \"That means I haaaveee... Yes! I've got Chemistry first!\" Around had only taken this class as she had heard a bunch of the jocks in her school were surprisingly talented at it and had chosen to all do the class together in order to continue staying friends with similar hobbies and talents. \n\nAround... had no clear... 'Chemistry' for the class you may say. She could pass at a C level fairly simply but to her she had no passion for the class, she was here for the lab partners and the only experiments she wanted to do was with them! \n\nAround skipped into class with her floaty skirt and took her seat at the back corner, kicking closed the door behind her, she had arrived early for this. \"Time to warm myself up!\" Around thought slyly as she shifted around in her backpack. No one else was here yet so she had some time to prepare for her eventual class experiment. \"Now where were they?\" Around thought to herself, she'd definitely let them in her bag from the other night. \"Ah! Here they are! Phew I'm not sure what I would have done without these\" Around sighed with relief.\n\nWith one more glace around the room to ensure there was no one here or coming in, Around reached up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, sliding a small flared pink butt plug into her ass. A small moan escaped her lips as she pressed it inside, making sure not to push too hard and to loosen up as best she could. This was her first time trying anything like this but had great expectations of today's lesson. With a newfound confidence doing a task like that would give a girl, Around stood up and removed her underwear, kicking it off of her school shoes and into her backpack. \"Won't be needing these for a while\" she thought and began preparing her next item. A small hairpin in order to keep her hair out of the way, it's important to remain safe during your experiments of course and hair is a very easy thing to get caught. Lastly she fasted a small heart shaped choker around her throat, just for fun she thought and sat down waiting for class to start.\n\nAround checked her watch, still 8 minutes until class starts and realistically 'those' guys won't be on time. \"What's a girl got to do to kill time\" she thought, frustrated that she was this early. Next time she would have to time things better. \"Although...\" She thought to herself, \"I suppose a little more warm up time couldn't hurt\". Giving one last cursory glance towards to the closed classroom door she brought her leg up and rested it on her desk, facing the window. \"Wow, what a rush! I've never felt so naughty and slutty before but ughh I love it!\" Around thought to herself, she couldn't wait for the class to arrive. With a few minutes to spare Around began to rub her clit lightly... \"mmMMm\" she moaned lightly\" she knew she wouldn't have the chance to pleasure anyone but those boys when they arrived so she thought it might be smart to give herself some more 'tender and gentle' loving beforehand."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Elves come in all sizes, shapes and colors... but what unifies them is the desire to suck dick.
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"content": "[MM] (Part 1 of 2) (This is actually my first attempt at writing erotica so constructive criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated!)\n\nWilton watched the tavern in awe, eyeing the sea of beautiful multicolored elven maidens as they reveled in the baccahanalian soiree.\n\nWilton belonged to a company of mercenaries that had recently helped rid this elven village of a nasty infestation of imps. \nAs a thank you to the heroes, the owner of the 'Rainbow Room' inn decided to hold a feast in their honor, inviting many lovely elves to join them.\n\nWilton blushed as he watched the prismatic darlings rock to and fro to the music, a pool of red, blue, green and pink writhing to the spritely tune, swallowing up his drunken comrades in sultry waves, leaving nothing but the trousers they were wearing behind. \n\nWilton shuffled to the bar, nervously laughing out apologies as he bumped into the lewd patrons of the tavern. \n\nHe had only just sat down on a barstool when a plush, leather-clad behind made its home right in his lap. The warrior stifled a yelp, quickly adjusting to accomodate his friendly new companion, who flashed a cheeky, blue lipped grin at Wilt. The green haired darling snaked an arm around Wilton's shoulders and placed another hand on his chest, stroking through the fabric of his shirt. \n\n\"Hi,\" the green haired elf purred, fingers snaking through Wilton's curly red hair, twirling the fiery locks around softly. Wilton's face flushed crimson, eyes wandering from the strangers soft, blue painted lips, down their lithe frame, pausing for a moment on her flat chest. \"first time at the Rainbow Room?\" His new friend asked. \n\nBefore Wilton could answer, a plump, pink haired elf rose from behind the bar, licking her lips with a satisfied chuckle. A weak kneed man followed behind, a stupid grin on his face as he wobbled away, leaving behind a generous tip of copper coins.\n\n\"Sorry about the wait sweetheart, these mercenaries are as antsy as they come.\" The shapely pinkette hummed with a knowing smile, leaning over the bar towards Wilton and offering a generous view down her blouse.\n\n\"Elena, I have a first timer here.\" the elf grinding in Wilton's lap purred, turning to the busty barmaid \"I think he needs a drink. Could you mix him a rainbow shot?\" \n\n\"Sure thing, Lo.\" Elena agreed with a cheerful chirp, turning to mix the colorful drink, humming to herself as she worked. Wilton couldnt help but eye her ass as she knocked her hips back and forth, earning him a soft peck on the cheek from Lo and a naughty laugh \"Someone's excited\" Lo gushed, hand drifting to Wiltons stiffening crotch \"we'll get to that.\"\n\nElena turned back to the couple, sliding a neatly mixed shot in front of Wilton. Wilton eyed the liquid in the glass for a brief second, astounded by its shimmering, prismatic nature. Before Wilton could take hold of the glass, Lo snatched it up, tilting her head back and filling her mouth with the drink.\n\nWilton blinked as the drink dissapeared before him, turning his attention to the mischievous thief. Before he could say anything, Lo pressed her lips to Wilton's, prying open his mouth with an impish tongue and coercing the drink down his throat. \n\nCaught off gaurd by the sudden invasion, Wilton grabbed hold of Lo's ass. He gripped at the leather-clad cheek as the alcohol slid down his throat, leaving a sweet, burning sensation in its wake.\nLo hummed into Wiltons mouth, holding the kiss a moment later before pulling off the confused human with a sweet 'pop' \n\nElena cheered the two on as they shared the lurid kiss, pouring another shot for the couple. \"I see you've taken a liking to my brother.\" Elena said with a wink, ushering the shot towards Wilton. \n\n\"Your..brother?\" Taken aback, Wilton turned to look at the green elf on his lap, who by now had slid down onto his knees beginning to unfasten Wiltons belt.\n\nThe androgynous greenie looked up at Wilton, half lid eyes offering a naughty stare \"I don't mind if you don't.\" He said fingers snaking into the waist of Wilton's trousers, waiting for his new friends reaction.\n\nWilton's bright crimson blush returned to his cheeks, looking around him at his comrades who where far too busy with elves of their own to notice him. \"I don't think this one even works here!\" One mercenary hollered, still pumping into the slutty elf with wild abandon. \"Do they even sell drinks...?\" Another asked as a blue haired elven man sucked his cock, ignoring his blunt questioning.\n\n\"I er- uh, I guess I don't mind.\" He stammered with a nervous laugh, hoping to break the tension. Lo smiled and began tugging on Wiltons pants, giving his butt a couple of soft pats, urging him to lift a moment so the offensive garment could slip past his hips.\n\nElena watched as her effeminate sibling took Wiltons shaft in a well-manicured grasp, thumb tracing the seam of his cock from base to tip, stopping to draw soft circles on the head.\n\n\"No need to be nervous, love,\" Elena coos from behind the bar \"all elves are expert dick suckers, even our males.\" \n\nWithout warning, Lo's tongue rolls from his mouth, letting a generous helping of drool roll onto Wilton's turgid shaft with a wet, shameless 'plap'.\n\nWilton tried, and failed to surpress a soft moan, gripping at the edge of his barstool, he absentmindedly bucks into Lo's soft grip, his spit-slicked member sliding lasviciously between the elve's dainty digits. \n\nLo gave a coquettish laugh as he bagan pumping the human's throbbing cock with wild abandon, delighted by the lewd, slippery sounds the spit soaked organ made beneath his grip.\nAs Lo worked Wilton into a blushing, moaning, mess he kissed at his exposed thigh, working up, up, up to his sex. \n\n\"You're quite smooth, Wilt.\" Lo commented between gentle, blue lipped pecks. \"Somebody you're trying to impress?\" He teased, tongue rolling from his mouth, landing on the base of Wilton's smooth cock.\n\n\"I think its called manscaping\" Elena chimed in bluntly, leaning on her elbows to examine Lo's work. \n\nWilton wanted to speak up, perhaps explain why he was so clean shaven, too embarassed to bring light and too distracted by his new androgynous friends ministrations. \n\nElena watched Wilton's embarassed expressions, stifling a snort of laughter, she felt a brief moment of pity for the man. Then again, she thought, he was getting his dick sucked. Not much to complain about. \n\nShe took a moment to look around her tavern, eyeing the many mercenaries as they where serviced by her beautiful barmaids.\n\nIt dawned on her that she was the only one in the tavern not getting any action. Well, besides the goblin working in the kitchen, but she was a bit of a prude about these kinds of events so she wasn't expected to participate."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex in the Air
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"content": "Aeolus looked down upon the cyprus lined hills as he flew into Ardua and thought how *small* they looked from his vantage point, like green freckles on pale skin as he whipped passed them. The trip would have taken weeks, if possible at all by horse, but the Keeper of the Winds came to this desolate land by other means. \n\nHe spotted the modest temple of Juno, built atop a craggy mountain. Long, ancient ropes hung from an overhang, allowing mortals who wished to supplicate at her altar to climb for their lives. Aeolus landed with a gentle breeze around his feet, blowing wisps of dust from the stone floor.\n\n“I am here,” he announced, then lit an oil lamp. The fire spat hot embers into the air and a blue smoke plume began to cover the vaulted ceiling. The smoke cloud sparked with lightning and Aeolus watched as a pair of feet, followed by smooth legs pierced through the cloud cover and descended to the floor. The goddess towered over him like a giant. \n\n“Welcome, Aeolus,” Juno said, fixing her robe. “Thank you for coming. You are here to *collect*?”\n\n“I do not wish to keep a debt unsettled,” he replied. “Long memories are unreliable and I prefer to live in the present.”\n\n“So be it.” Juno snapped her finger and another woman, young, naked, and beautiful, fell unceremoniously from the cloud.\n\n“Ow,” she said, rubbing her butt. \n\n“She is...stunning, my queen,” Aeolus said, stroking his beard. He walked around the woman as she rosed and dusted herself off. “Not a mark on her.”\n\n“Um, I’m *right here*,” she said flatly. “Deiopea, nice to meet you. You can call me DP if you like.” She looked up at Juno and pointed at Aeolus. “You want me to hook up with this dude? He looks decrepit.”\n\n“*Marry* him, DP. He is younger than you. Looks can be deceiving as well.”\n\nAeolos nodded and untied his robe. His grey haired chest was thick with muscle, and as DP lowered her gaze, she raised an eyebrow. Licking her lips, she said, “That’s, that’s a lot to take in.”\n\n“Perhaps you aren’t convinced,” he said, “that we would not match well. I propose that we court, if it pleases our queen.”\n\n“What did you have in mind?”\n\nA gust of wind rushed behind him and he collided with DP, their bodies flung off the temple cliffs. She screamed in his ear but he was unmoved as they plummeted down the rocky face of mountain. In a moment, the winds shifted and they were hurled into the sky on a geyser of air. \n\n“You...you’re doing this?” she asked as they rose past the temple and ascended towards the clouds. \n\n“I am the Keeper of the Winds, DP. They bend their wills to mine. Now I am asking you to be a Keeper of something else.” Aeolus held her waist and pulled her closer until she could feel his manhood between them. \n\nDP reached down and felt his hard, hot shaft. *Not bad, for a mortal*, she thought. As the winds buffeted against her body, she noticed that tendrils of air seemed to focus on her sex, and the thought of being fucked by wind aroused her. “Show me your skills, Aeolus,” she whispered.\n\nAeolus spun her around and her legs dangled, held up only by her hips. He cupped her full breasts and nibbled on her neck until she moaned with delight. His cock rested between her ass cheeks as they rose even higher.\n\nDP could feel the cold air spreading her delicate folders, and she gasped as tiny gusts circled her clit like devils. She could feel her wetness collect between her inner thighs and cooling her skin. \n\n“Do you want it?” he asked as an invisible finger slid into her wet pussy. Her body shook with anticipation, feeling hot and cold at the same time.\n\n“Mmm hmm,” she moaned. “Please, I let me have your cock.” The cold air in her pussy was replaced by something substantially thicker, and hotter. “Oooh, ff-fuck,” she groaned. \n\nAeolus held one breast and played with her clit as he fucked her in the thinning air. Her pussy felt amazing, pulsing and milking his cock as he went deeper into her. She reached behind her head and pulled his face into her neck and he inhaled her scent, like a wild animal.\n\n“Gods, yes, gods yes,” she whimpered, overcome with pleasure. Every slam of his cock into her pussy sent electric shocks through her body until her legs twitched. He was relentless and she loved every minute of it. At last, she reached the point of no return and the knot in her belly untied. “I’m cumming!” she shouted, and her muscles convulsed with an air-splitting thunderous orgasm. \n\nAeolus lost control and came even harder, filling her with one load, then another. The air around them dissipated and gravity pulled them back down. He nearly passed out from the rushing of air and the lack of oxygen, but woke up to find himself cradled in her warm, perfect bosom. The winds caught them again and they began to slow at a gentle rate. Aeolus grinned and supported her as they descended back down to the temple, DP still heaving from exhaustion. \n\n“So,” Juno started, “will you be his Keeper?”\n\n“I will,” DP sighed. “I guess I needed to fall in love first.”\n\n***\nSorry for the cheesy ending! Comments and feedback are welcome.\n\n*edit: updating and correcting based on feedback*."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Monthly roundup thread, 25th of February 2020
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This crew has some strict rules on the mater, sex between species is ok if they can pass the Harkness test first. Now you have a naked alien woman grinding against you.|Another_Filthy_Casul|u/IkaRessdix\n[4, 20](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/et5mfv/wp_a_young_man_works_at_a_holstaur_ranch_milking/)|[WP] 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.|IkaRessdix|u/macktosh\n[1, 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/et3fv3/pm_i_wanna_try_couple_sentence_short_stories_so/)|[PM] I wanna try couple sentence short stories so prompt me! 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So the surprise she had in store for you at the mall was extra surprising when she lifted her skirt to reveal nothing underneath, save a thick vibrating dildo stuffed firmly within her pussy.|TheWebExplorer|u/advanced_advancement\n[23, 76](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/eske80/wp_demihumans_or_monstergirlsboys_usually_have_a/)|[WP] Demihumans (or monster-girls/boys) usually have a lot more erogenous zones than a human. Seeing as you are dating one you see it as your duty to find and stimulate all of them.|kamking|u/boundwriter, u/RedLightErotica\n[6, 31](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/esd25q/wp_in_this_world_once_you_hit_puberty_your_balls/)|[WP] In this world, once you hit puberty, your balls and/or breasts will enlarge the longer they have gone without being milked. 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For some though, it's worse than others.|Deviladvo|\n[0, 80](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f3jcll/iptt_turns_out_that_crafting_armor_out_of_a/)|[IP][TT] Turns out that crafting armor out of a tentacle monster isn't the greatest idea...|boundwriter|\n\n\nBest authors:\n\n* NotSoBadWolfe (new, but holy crap dude you got a lot of upvotes!)\n* boundwriter (as usual, but with a ton of contributions)\n* RiggingAdvocate (as usual)\n* unfortunatemole (as usual)\n* wanted to stay anonymous, but you know who you are\n\nMost prompts: The usual suspects. :P\n\nAs usual, you're totally encouraged to point out any stories you've liked (to read, or write)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Casual nudity has become the norm. It's not uncommon for both sexes to strip down in a public setting
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"content": "“You’re late,” Chuck said as Phillip dashed from the cab. The traffic wind blew his tie over his blazer as he cantered over to the sidewalk. Chuck looked at his watch. “What happened?”\n\n“I love you too, man,” Phillip replied, embracing his boyfriend. He felt their cocks rub against each other, Chuck’s scruffy mound scratching his bare skin. “Ooo, *someone* forgot to shave.”\n\n“No time, I had to get ready for a presentation up town.” Chuck looked at the sign above *The Black Kettle* and pointed at the door. “Is this place any good?”\n\n“Yeah, I get lunch here all the time. Come on.”\n\nThe hostess sat them at a small table near the a center fireplace, both of them grateful for the extra heat. They didn’t have to wait long before a cute waitress approached them, wearing a black apron tied over a polo shirt and black pants.\n\n“Welcome to The Black Kettle,” she beamed. “What can I get for you?”\n\nPhillip ordered without looking at the menu. “I’d like the bottomless chili, please, and some lemon water?’\n\n“How big is the bread bowl,” Chuck asked, pointing at the menu.\n\nThe waitress untied the top of her apron and lifted her shirt, revealing a modestly sized breast. She cupped it in one hand and said, “Hmm, it’s a little bigger than this. Hey Heather! Can you come over here?” Her co-worker lifted her own shirt and her breast was larger, her brown nipples looking down at Chuck. “That’s more like it, sir.”\n\n“Can I get the French Onion soup in a bread bowl?”\n\n“Excellent, I’ll get in your orders.” As she left, they noticed that her pants were merely waders that went up to her knees. They were held up by sensible garters around her waist, her sex covered up by plain cotton panties.\n\n“Hmm, I wonder what *she’s* hiding,” Phillip mused. \n\nWhen the soup arrived, they placed their folded napkins on their bare laps. Chuck grazed the tip of his cock with the napkin corner and squirmed a little. \n\n“Still sensitive, huh?” Phillip asked.\n\n“Well you gave it quite a workout.” He reflexively dropped his hand to his shaft and massaged it until he felt comfortable. “How’s your asshole?”\n\n“Tender,” Phillip said, grinning. “Still tight as a drum.” He dragged his shoe between Chuck’s legs and patted his balls.\n\nChuck felt his cock stiffen and the napkin tented over it. “You always do this to me.” \n\n“You love it.”\n\nChuck rose from the table and his hard cock snagged against the tablecloth. He groaned softly as he pulled it away. As Phillip followed him to the bathroom, the waitress covered their bowls with metal cloches.\n\nThey rounded a corner in the back hall and Chuck waited for Phillip to turn around and kneel. “I’ve got to eat and be ready for the next meeting, so make it quick.”\n\n“I always do.” Phillip grinned slyly and inhaled Chuck’s cock. He slid his tongue around the ridges of his head, watching Chuck close his eyes and grip the wall behind him. He played with Chuck’s soft balls, warm in his hands and felt the skin tighten. As he came up for air, he stroked Chuck’s wet shaft with speed and intimacy, raking his inner thighs. “Cum for me Chuck, give me your sweet, sweet cum.” He took his cock back into his mouth and sucked even harder.\n\nChuck grunted and pulled Phillip’s hair as he felt his balls ache with pleasure. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” he whispered, and Phillips cheeks swelled. He arched his back and humped his face until every last drop was milked from his cock. \n\nPhillip stood up and wiped his face with a handkerchief. “Feel better?”\n\n“Y-yeah, much.” He looked at his red cock, still wet and dripping. “Can we do anything about this?”\n\nPhillip reached into his pocket and handed him a disposable thong. The black strings rode Chuck’s crack a bit, but would have to do. \n\n“I look silly,” Chuck complained. \n\n“You look *fine*. Now let’s eat so you can get back to your meetings.” He slapped Chuck’s ass and laughed as they went back to their table.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The office's new 'Cheer Squad' certainly improved morale. You just wish that they weren't so... enthusiastic?
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"content": "*disclaimer: some noncon*\n\nI kept my nose down and focused on typing out a report. *Don't look at them. DONT look at them. Ah dammit, I looked at them!*\n\nManagement's new 'Civility, hospitality, energy, empowerment, and reinvigoration' or CHEER leaders, smiled at me and started my way. Their curvy portions swayed as they neared to my desk. *I just wanted to get work done! I don't need a handjob every time I look frustrated!*\n\n*\"*Hi Mike!\" Monica beamed. She had the perkiest breasts I'd ever seen on a 20-something. Dressed to the nines in a cheerleader outfit, she radiated energy. *Why do you take this job so seriously?*\n\n\"Feeling tense?\" Jenny followed up with an equally perky response. Her mid-drift showed; it was flat as a washboard. She lifted her cheerleader shirt up to show a tit. I tried to avert my gaze, but a man can only be so polite.\n\n\"Hey Monica, Hey Jenny. Look, I really need to get this report done. Do you think we could pass on the...\" Monica's hand went down my pants, She immediately started playing with the head of my penis. I felt the tingle of pleasure as it hardened.\n\n\"Now Now, Mike, rules are rules.\" She playfully chastised. Her fingers danced around my cock as she massaged oil onto it. Jenny began undoing my pants to help.\n\nThe idea had come from China, of all places. Management had heard that introverted programmers there were given perky young cheerleaders to flirt and encourage. It had been such a rounding success that when our company saw the numbers they decided to do one better. I had smiled gleefully when I signed the approval papers a few months ago. Now, several dozen handjobs, a few blow jobs, three rough fuckings, and one pegging (not my idea) and I wanted to kick my former self's ass.\n\nMonica giggled. \"You look so frustrated Mike. I think we're going to need more cheer than normal.\" She brought her head to my cock and started kissing the tip. I moaned and clenched my armrests, resigned to the fact this was happening.\n\nI know what you're thinking. 'This sounds awesome, why are you complaining?' Yeah, I thought that too. It always sounds awesome until you actually have to get some work done each day. The policy was made compulsory, and the sessions made entirely at the discretion of the cheerleaders. They could give me some 'cheer' whenever they felt like it.\n\nMonica reconsidered the blowjob and instead unlocked the backrest of my chair. I feel backward instantly as she hopped up on my lap and mounted me. No panties under her skirt, in case you were wondering. Behind said cheerleader skirt, I felt myself enter her tight pussy. She rocked front and back as her muscles tightened to grip me. Jenny ran her hands through my hair and started kissing me. Aggressively, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. \n\nI could only imagine what the rest of the office was doing as I was forcefully fucked by these two. I'd become a tangled mess of arms, hair, and lips on my office chair (kudos to the chair's manufacturer by the way). \n\nI came, feeling the full force of pleasure as Jenny held my lips to hers and Monica held me down to take my load. It felt like an eruption of pleasure as my legs kicked in vain. Monica dismounted me and wiped me down with a moist-towelette. I jumped at the after-orgasm stimulation. \n\n\"Hope you liked that, Mike!\" They said in unison as Jenny zipped my pants up. I forced a smile, fearful that they'd try again if I didn't. \n\nAs they walked away I leaned into my desk as close as I could, determined to never be caught looking around again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] A noblewoman hires some "dancers" to "entertain" her adorable, innocent younger brother. After hearing the noises of passion coming from his room, she gets too curious for her own good and goes to investigate.
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"content": " Myrisa always found herself cleaning up after her foolish little brother, ever since she hired those twin dancer as entertainment Alyx had been occupied with them. Though in truth she had become suspicious over the past few days, and cleaning his room seemed the best way to discover any secrets he may hide. She was straightening the ruffled sheets on his bed when she heard a familiar voice from outside his room. \n \n\n \n “Come on Alyx, lets go play in you room.” Lilith said from just outside the old oak door. \n \n\n \n Myrixa heard her brother laugh as responded. “You two are so eager today. Slow down will you.” \n \n\n \n “We just enjoy the time we spend with you young Alyx.” Carmyn said with a wanton tone. \n \n\n \n As Myrisa listened she found herself pondering her option. She could just wait for them to walk in and stop whatever they planned to do to her beloved little brother; or she could stay and see what happened. Before they reached the door handle Myrisa had made her way over to the large closet opposite her brother bed, she shut the door behind her and kenlt down to look through the keyhole. Within moment she saw the twins drag Alyx into the room, Lilith lead him over towards the bed as Carmyn drew his curtains shut. \n \n\n \n Myrisa struggled to see until a few candles lit the room with their dull glow, the perfumed scent of lilacs filled the room slowly as the two girls stripped her brother down. As Carmyn's hands unlaced his trousers Myrisa found it hard to sit by and just watch. *Who does this little whore think she is? I should have known better than to hire these girls.* Her hands clenched her dress as she leaned in closer to see better. \n \n\n \n “Alyx you call us eager, yet your cock seems to be as excited as we are.” Carmyn stroked his thick member as Alyx began to moan softly. \n \n\n \n Alyx kissed her as he began to undress the sparsely covered sisters. Their thin dresses feel to the floor as they pushed him into the embrace of his soft father bed. Alyx laughed as he took them in his arms, his hands fondled their breasts clumsily which made the two girls giggle. “It is hard to resist you both, I've been waiting all day to see you again. My studies can be so boring.” He said as a moan escaped his lips, Lilith and taken him into her mouth while he was distracted. \n \n\n \n “Of course young lord, we were hired for your entertainment after all. It is only right you should enjoy us.” Carmyn kissed him passionately as they wrestled tongues for a brief moment. \n \n\n \n Myrisa found that she had nearly torn into her dress with her nails, these low born women had seduced her innocent beloved brother and she had seen enough. She stood abruptly and flung the door open, Alyx and the girls looked over shocked as she rushed to the window and threw open the curtains. \n \n\n \n “So this is what I am paying for! A bunch of whores to sit around and toy with my baby brother!” Myrisa grabbed both of the women by their arms and lifted off the bed with surprising strength. The girls stumbled to their knees as Alyx watched in shame."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A swordsman couple are totally lovey dovey and things are great. There is just one problem though, they are both doms. To keep things fair they agree to have duels before sex and the winner gets to have their way with the loser. (You may choose winner and loser)
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"content": "(Not really lewd in the first part, I got a bit carried away with the swordfighting aspect. 2nd part will have all the fuckin')\n\n[MF] (pt. 1 of 2)\nGaspard reeled from the shock of a dulled training blade as it caught him in his ribs, breathing a laboured 'oof' he quickly backpeddled to gather himself. \n\n\"That's one point contact.\" Olivia, love of his life, his most trusted companion, and quite literal pain in his side chided. \"Do try to keep up, Gaspy, I can't have you going soft on me.\"\n\nGaspard's face flushed a bright crimson at the nickname, contrasting his sun-kissed skin. \"I'm not out yet\" he reminded her, readying his sword again with a flourish \"We're tied.\"\n\nThe couple's travelling companions watched from the sidelines with little interest. This was just another of their many contests. \n\n\"Twenty coppers on Gaspard.\" A female goblin muttered to her taller friend.\n\n\"Really? You just saw that hit right? His defense is stalwart but he just can't keep up with Olivia.\" A human man replied with a cocked eyebrow.\n\n\"Does it matter? You two know how they get after a fight.\" The half-elf spoke up with a chuckle \"Better have your earplugs ready for tonight.\" \n\nThe goblin hadn't even thought of that \"Gods, you're right..no matter who wins we all lose.\"\n\nThe human shook his head at his companions comments \"You two are incorrigible..\"\n\n\"Hey, its not my fault they fuck like rabbits in the wide open.\" The goblin tutters\n\nThe half-elf nods \"I didn't know Gaspard could tie knots so well..\"\n\n\"They where in the woods!\" The human retorts with a scoff.\n\n\"Yes, but we still *heard* them, Wilt.\" The half-elf chirped, stifling a bawdy laugh.\n\nThe goblin woman cackles, remembering how red Wilt had gotten when they discovered the swordsmen's woodland affair.\n\n\"Don't you go acting like you don't get loud, too, Mirajane.\" The half-elf smirked, chastising the goblin. \"And in the middle of camp, no less.\"\n\nMirajane's green cheeks burned bright red as she hung her head in shame. She punched the smug half-elf in his thigh before turning back to the fight.\n\nGaspard rushed at Olivia, gripping his sword with both hands, he swings at her side in a wide arc.\n\nOlivia huffs as she turns into the swipe quickly, swiftly raising her sword to her side to block the blow. She gives the flat of her sword a shove, bunting Gaspard's blade away.\n\nGaspard cursed under his breath, turning quickly to try and swipe at her other side. A mistake.\n\nWhile Gaspard had his back turned during his flourish, Olivia gave his arse a quick smack with the flat of her blade. \"Two points contact\" she cheered.\n\nGaspard buckled forward onto a knee, leering over his shoulder at his lover. \"You know, you could have just hit my back..\"\n\nOlivia taunted at Gaspard, sticking her tongue out and making a sour face. \"And *you* know that if you shake it at me, I'm gonna smack it.\" \n\nWith a coy laugh, she leaned down to help him off the ground, peppering a kiss on his jaw.\n\n\"I hope you didn't forget the rules, Gaspy.\" She hummed a lurid chuckle \"Winner gets Whatever. She. Wants.\"\n\nGaspard rolled his eyes, returning the kiss quickly. \"Round three,\" He said ushering her to prepare for their next bout.\n\n\"But I wanted more kisses..\" she pouted at Gaspard, who smiled and blew her one with a cheesy wink.\n\n\"BLEGH! On with it lovebirds! Ive got money on this fight!\" Their green skinned spectator barked, crossing her arms impatiently. \n\nGaspard glared at the goblin as he turned to ready himself for their final round of combat \"Lo, keep her quiet, I need to focus.\" He huffed.\n\nHe readied his sword directly in front of him, staring Olivia down intensely. \nHis spectators could tell he was on edge. He had been on a losing streak with her lately, so he was eager to win, and that made him more prone to mistakes.\n\n\"She's got him in his head..\" The half-elf muttered.\n\n\"Gaspard never did well under pressure.\" The human agreed.\n\n\"Shut up, you two. 's not over till it's over..\" The goblin hissed. \n\nThe two warriors charged at each other, meeting in the center of their make-shift fighting ring. \n\nTheir swords met in a flurry of swings, connecting with metallic, ear ringing 'tings'.\n\nOlivia swung low, Gaspard blocked low. Gaspard attempted a jab, olivia effortlessly knocks the blade away with a parry. \n\nGaspard was sure he had a clear opening on Olivia. She was winded from her volley of swipes, he thought, now's the perfect time to strike.\n\nGaspard huffed laboriously, moving to bring his sword up to jab ar her core.\n\nBefore Gaspard can bring the weapon any higher than his waist, olivia stomps on the blade, driving it into the dirt with a grunt. She kicks down on its base, hopping into the air with a flourish and a shout, training sword smacking into the chainmail of Gaspard's abdomem with a metallic ringing. \n\nIn a moment the match is over, leaving Gaspard on his back, winded and red.\nThe goblin woman curses and shouts, begrudgingly throwing a sack of her wager on the ground before stomping off. The other two spectators collect their winnings before following the short woman. \n\n\"Good fight, you two!\" The human cheered over his shoulder.\n\nThe half-elf nodded \"Good luck with her, Gaspard!\" He giggled\n\nGaspard peered up as his beloved stood above him with a triumphant grin and a naughty twinkle in her eyes.\n\"I'll get you next time..\" He huffed, leaning up on his elbows before her boot slowly pressed him back down.\n\nShe reached into her hair pulling out the long silky ribbon holding her hair in a tight ponytail. She slinked it around her fingers slowly, looking down at Gaspard with a soft tutter\n\n\"Whatever. She. Wants.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me your most horrific suggestions! The more twisted, monstrous and hellish, the better!
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"content": "A certain percentage of ladies, post pubescent and 18+ are selected as candidates after finishing a high school education to become ‘Human Bovine Girls’, whether they like it or not. This is to help supply dairy for the worlds needs, after a virus wiped out many cow populations. They’re taken to isolated farms, and given injections to induce lactation. Now that they produce, they’re be milked every day, multiple times. To help increase yield, walking upright is prohibited, and just to put icing on the cake, many farms prohibit clothing that covered the breasts, to help assist farmhands in accessing their cow’s breasts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The merchant ship surrenders when the jolly roger is spotted, hoping the pirates will just take the goods and go. But the pirates soon learn that a young man traveling with the ship has wealthy connections back home. He's taken aboard as prisoner, where he's met with a surprising sight...
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"content": " “So this is the boy who claims to have money back in Rougarth?” Lisa asked as she starred down at a young pale skinned man with solid black hair. Kyle gave her a kind smile as she studied him. \n \n \n “My name is Kyle Balyrix, I'm sure you know of that name. They will pay to have me returned, as long as no harm comes to me.” He said in a surprisingly firm tone. \n \n \n Clara laughed as she stood over him, her yellow eyes narrowed as she took his face in her big hand. “That make him royalty captain, that's a nice payday for the crew.” She said as she let him go. \n \n \n Lisa gave a smirk as she hoped off her tall chair, Kyle was surprised to see how small she was. The captain couldn't be anymore than four foot and six inches, and her chest was rather small. But her full hips and thick ass made him sure she was at least around his age. *How did this girl become a captain of a pirate ship?* As he pondered his inquiry Lisa ran her finger down his chest, he backed away as she smirked. Clara placed her hand behind him so he could not move. \n \n \n “Number one I feel this boy can be more than a single payday, if he's truly of dragon blood then he could bare us strong children. Ones that would be sure to rule the seas of Arcanix one day. I mean it's not harming him if he enjoys it.” Lisa began to unlace his shirt, Kyle blushed as Clara's free hand began to remove his trousers. \n \n \n Kyle fidgeted a bit as the two women stripped him and themselves down to nothing. He blushed as the full bodied Clara's pressed her massive breasts against his face. “Be a good boy and suck on em, put that quick tongue of yours to work.” She forced one of her nipples into his mouth as Kyle's tongue brushed against it, she let out a slight moan as she took his left hand and ran it along her pussy. \n \n \n Lisa took his thick member into her hand as she began to lick it wildly with her tongue. As her spit ran down his cock she began to rub it gently using the saliva as lubricant. Kyle couldn't help but moan as he began to suck on Clara's breasts, moving between them both at his leisure. Kyle let his free hand find Lisa's sex and he slid one of his fingers inside of her, it squeezed it tight as he began to rub the walls of her pussy. His left hand slid a three fingers inside of Clara as she began to grind against him wanton for more. Lisa took him into her mouth as his cock became half hard, she quickly moved his member in and out stroking the underside with her small tongue. Kyle moaned loud as he nipped at Clara's nipples which made them stiffen, he let a second finger work Lisa's pussy wider which made her moan on his cock. \n \n \n As soon as Kyle was hard Lisa removed his member from her mouth and straddled him, she slid her tight pussy down over him which made his cock twitch with excitement. Lisa groaned as she forced herself to move her waist, Kyle took his free hand and began to message her small breasts. Her pussy began to open up more as the veins of his cock scrapped against her inside which sent an odd feeling through him. Clara moved her head down so she could kiss Kyle, she wrestled his tongue with hers as he began to work her pussy with four fingers. He vibrated his hand wildly which made her cover him in juices, Kyle fought against her tongue hard which made hers squirm more. Lisa finally took the full length of his cock inside of her as she quickened her pace, her thick ass slapped against his balls as she leaned back on his thighs for better leverage. \n \n \n Kyle was surprised by how nimble she moved up and down the length of his member, her tongue lolled as her tiny pussy somehow devoured him whole. He could barely contain himself as her lewd little flower wrapped around him and squirmed so much that he felt himself swell with seed. He held himself back as he began to violently work Clara's pussy with his four fingers, twisting as writhing them so she could not anticipate his next move. The two women yelled in pleasure as they used Kyle to fulfill their perverse desires. \n \n \n Kyle felt Lisa put more force in her motions as his cock began to twitch uncontrollably as he fought the urge to cum. She leaned forward letting her long silver hair drape over his chest and face, Lisa seemed to stare into his soul with her strange crimson eyes as she smirked. Her sex began to writhe in such a way that Kyle lost all control, his seed exploded as she slammed down on his cock. Her womb drank all of his essence as she slid off of him, but his cock still remained erect. Without warning Clara slid down on him and began to assault him with her sex. She took in his length with ease as she pinned his hands to the ground with surprising strength, she rode him so hard that Kyle felt his waist may break. She rocked her hips in such a way that his seemed to slither in and out of her like a serpent, the wall of her sex rubbed him from so many different angles that it sent a tingle down his spine. \n \n \n Clara continued to ride him with such vigor that Kyle soon felt his cock swell with seed again, his ball began to ache as he moaned out loud. Clara gave him a kiss as she put all of her weight into her thrusts, Kyle felt her womb latch on to the tip of his cock and her sex milked him with unreal finesse. His tongue began to loll as his cum gushed from the tip of his cock, it filled Clara so much that he felt it's warmth running down the length of his member and dripping out of her pussy. She sat on him not removing herself from his cock, Lisa crawled up next to him and gave him a kiss. \n \n \n “That was a fun time boy, I'm sure when we reach port you will never want us to leave your side.” Lisa said as she gave a devilish smirk. \n \n \n Kyle's mind swam as he began to lose consciousness, he could here Clara chuckled as his vision turned to black. “Of that I'm sure captain.” She said as the world faded away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The world's most recognizable male pornstar is just trying to enjoy a day off, not be aggressively flirted with by every other woman who sees him.
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"content": "“That’s a problem that a lot of guys would kill for,” the production assistant told Mason. “I mean, not everyone has sex literally thrown at them. Here, rub this in.”\n\nMason massaged a daub of oil into his pubic hair until it shined. “I know, *woe is me,* right? I just wished I could get away from it all, just for a little while.” He returned to his mark and the production assistant stood in front of the camera with a slate. “Sibling Ribaldry Twenty One, scene three, take one.”\n\n“Action!”\n\nThe pornstar gently cradled Mason’s balls and looked at the camera held above his shoulder. “I know we shouldn’t bro, but how am I supposed to ignore all *this*,” she said, slipping his long cock into her mouth. She slurped and moaned, only stopping when the director changed angles. Mason was rock hard but his mind was elsewhere.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMason parked his car at the marina and pulled out the PA’s hastily scribbled note. He spotted the small sloop, moored at the end of a dock. “Just punch in the keycode at the gate,” he said to himself, “then you’ll find my keys under the fifth buoy.” Mason was grateful for a chance to go solo sailing. When the PA brought it up, he was reminded of his one year in college, and joining the sailing team. He thought of waves lapping the sideboards and the peaceful waters. *Beth*. He crept onto the boat and untied the lines, the head sail catching enough wind to pull him away from the marina. Later, he went below deck to unpack his bag, and was surprised when he heard an *oof* when the duffel landed on the bed.\n\n“Who’s there?” he yelled. He looked for something menacing to hold but settled on the plastic “Billy Bass” wall decoration. \n\nA woman pulled the blanket off her face and blinked. “What...the fuck? Who the fuck are you?” she yelled, pulling the blanket over her chest. \n\nMason was dumbfounded. It had been a long time since he wasn’t recognized. “I’m sorry, I’m Mason. Paully said I could borrow his boat.”\n\n“You know...Paully?” she stared at his broad chest and arms, shielded by a fake fish. \n\n“Yeah, uh, I work with him.”\n\n“Oh, so you must be in show business!” she said excitedly. “My stupid brother, he must have forgotten about me being here.”\n\nHe replaced the plaque on the wall. Nobody said *show business* unironically. “I’m sorry, you are again?”\n\n“I’m Kelly, Paully’s sister. Well, *half-sister*, but that sounds stupid, like *that* really matters.”\n\n“Funny, you’d be surprised,” he chuckled. “I take it you’re not from around here?”\n\nKelly shook her head. “Canada.”\n\n“What brings you to L.A?”\n\n“Civilization. I got sick of milking cows in the middle of nowhere and when I turned nineteen, my mom suggested that I look up Paully in California.” She fished out a folder of letters from a desk, then plopped back on the bed. “We were writing and calling for a while when he suggested I come out here.”\n\n“It must have been a big shock, coming here, I mean. You’re drifting in the ocean right now.”\n\n“Seriously! Holy shit!” Kelly ran past him and stumbled on deck. She held onto the mast and stared into the inky darkness. “I can’t see land! Fucking cool!”\n\nHe joined her as the boat rocked and sent her backwards into his arms. “Are you alright?”\n\n“Y-yeah,” she said. “I don’t mean to get too personal, but do you work out? You’re like, hard as a rock.”\n\n“No worries,” he snickered, “I get that all the time. Listen, I was just going to sail for a day and then come back, but I can bring you back to shore now. I really didn’t mean to shanghai you.”\n\nKelly looked back at him, her eyes reflecting the moonlight. “No, this was unexpected, but would you mind having a little extra company?” \n\n“Sure, I don’t mind at all. I was going to get supper ready. Are you hungry?” he asked, heading back below deck.\n\n“Yeah! I bought some food today and put it in the pantry, if that will help,” she sat down at the stern and listened to the waves and birds.\n\nMason cooked chicken and pasta, then served it on two plates. “Here you go,” he said, handing one to her. “Pasta Masonara, an old family secret recipe.”\n\n“I can see the empty jar of Ragu.”\n\n“That was my mom’s secret!” They both laughed and tucked in. \n\nKelly shared more of her trip here, her impressions of Los Angeles, and what she wanted to do. Mason was careful not to reveal too much about his profession. \n\n“You cooked, now I’ll clean. That’s the rule, at least in Alberta.” She shooed him back on deck and he walked to the bow with a long cushion. The ocean breeze felt magical and refreshing. Stars twinkled from the clear skies and he let himself think about Beth again. \n\n“Mind if I join you?” Kelly said, gingerly holding onto the rail. She reached the bow and tripped on a mooring, falling into his arms again. “I’m such a fucking klutz.”\n\n“Hey hey, you’re doing great for someone who’s never been on the ocean before. You’ll get your sea legs.” He stroked her arms and felt her do the same. She sidled closer to him and inched closer to his face. Mason could feel her warm breath on his neck, and he felt his own desire stirring below her. Kelly licked her lips and opened her mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to take her right there, to peel off her pants and let her get fucked by a pro. *A professional*.\n\n“What, what is it?” she asked as he kept her away. “Am I being too forward?”\n\nHe laughed and shook his head. “No, you’re doing just fine. It’s just...I was reminded of work.”\n\nShe gave him a curious look. “You never said what you do.”\n\n“Take a guess.”\n\n“Well, I don’t recognize you, so maybe you’re a stuntman?”\n\n“Close, but no. I *do* do all my own action scenes.”\n\n“Oh, like Tom Cruise! I mean, you’re obviously bigger.”\n\n“So I’ve heard.”\n\n“Come on, where have I seen you?”\n\nMason was surrounded by the vast Pacific but felt cornered. “I’ll show you later when we get back to shore, okay? It’s uh, getting late.”\n\n“Fine, okay.” She slid off his lap and made her way back to the cabin. \n\nHe peered into the porthole on the side and watched her take off her shirt and unhook her bra. His face felt hot, like his first shoot. Kelly put on a looser top and slipped under the bed covers. When the lights turned off, he made his way back to the stern. \n\n“Good night,” he said, spreading the cushion onto the deck. \n\n“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” she said from the darkness. “There’s room here for two.”\n\n“I...that would be imposing too much.”\n\n“Are you gay, Mason?” she asked flatly. “I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry!”\n\n“Look Kelly, you’re a nice kid. You’re new to LA, maybe a little naive, how about you just get some rest.”\n\nShe stepped out from the cabin wearing panties and the shirt, her pale legs catching the reflections of waves. “I am not a kid.” \n\n“I’m sorry,” he backpedaled. “I know. You are a grown woman, able to make her own decisions.”\n\nShe silently took off her shirt and waited for him to make the next move. Mason put his large hand on her hip. Kelly’s skin was soft and cool as the ocean breeze. She melted with his touch, falling into his chest again, but with purpose. Her hands pawed his sides, exploring his muscled physique until her fingers reached into his waistband.\n\n“I’m a pornstar!” he blurted.\n\n“W-what?” \n\n“Porn. I make porn...I mean, I’m in adult movies. I just thought you should know.”\n\nKelly crossed her arms. “You’re joking. You? Mr. Shy guy?”\n\n“I have a macho persona, on screen, yeah. But it’s not who *I* am.”\n\n“I don’t believe it.” \n\n“Just because you don’t, doesn’t make it untrue.”\n\n“So is Paully a pornstar? Ew!”\n\n“No! No, he’s a production assistant.”\n\nShe walked back into the cabin and pulled her shirt back on, seemingly in a daze. “I was going to ask him for a job...Fuck!” She closed the cabin door without saying another word.\n\nMason felt awful. It was too late to go back to the marina now. *Better let her sleep on it.* \n\n&nbsp; \n\nMason rolled his shoulders as the sun cast light on the deck. He didn’t sleep well, in no small part to the hard floorboards. He looked at the closed cabin door and thought about knocking, but decided against it, opting to set the rigging and rudder to head back to shore.\n\nKelly came on deck later, just as he trimmed the main sail. “Good morning,” she muttered. \n\n“Morning. I brought some coffee. It should be in the pantry.”\n\n“Yeah, coffee sounds good.” Kelly started to head back down but stopped herself. “I’m sorry if I was a bitch last night. You sort of bowled me over.”\n\n“I’m sorry too. I should have told you earlier.”\n\n“*Paully* should have told me earlier. I don’t think I would have come out here if I’d known.”\n\nMason didn’t know how to answer that. He tied down the sails and checked their heading before coming below deck. Kelly followed him into the galley kitchen, which was not built for two people.\n\n“I’m curious,” she said. “Can I see it?”\n\n“What, now?”\n\n“You show your cock on camera for money, for millions of people to jerk off to. I’d like to see what all the fuss is about.”\n\nMason backed out of the galley and stood by the bed. “Are you sure?” When she nodded, he unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his pants. \n\n“Jesus,” she gasped, “that’s….that’s impressive.”\n\n“It pays the bills,” he replied, pulling up his pants. “Any other questions?”\n\n“I have several...if you’re okay with answering a naive little country girl.”\n\n“Woman. Don’t sell yourself short, Kelly.”\n\nThe trip wasn’t the day off he was expecting, but Mason felt oddly refreshed, watching Kelly’s expressions as he told her stories...the happy ones as well as the sad ones. He felt like he was a rookie again. He tied the boat back to the dock and Kelly gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.\n\n“Thanks for being a gentleman,” she said. \n\n“Thanks for not jumping overboard.” He stepped onto the dock and turned around. “I know this place that does killer pancakes. Are you hungry?”\n\nKelly smiled broadly and reached for his hand to disembark."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The Great War continued, seemingly for centuries. On the annual Day of Life holiday, both sides on a deadly front take a break from killing each other, to find and cherish what humanity they had left.
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"content": "When dawn breaks, I'm sitting on my pack behind a burned out car, watching the sky. You'd think the sunrise would lose its charm after a while, but it breathes temporary life into this ruined and largely abandoned city, a slow motion explosion of colors that spreads from the horizon, purple and then orange, the sun's gaze catching broken glass and twisted metal.\n\n\nI push up into a crouch, turning towards the car, straightening until I can peek over the top. My mouth is dry, my heart hammering in my chest, waiting for the shot I won't hear until I'm already dead or dying.\n\n\nSilence. I scan the nearby rooftops. When I see the flag, I feel something I haven't felt in weeks, maybe months.\n\n\nHope.\n\n\nIt's tattered and dirty, but the color and design are unmistakable. It's a flag of truce, representing Life Day. I lost track of the days some time ago, so I can't be sure if it really is February 6th, but I know, we all know, that entering combat under a Life Day flag is a war crime.\n\n\nI stand up, shading my eyes with my hand. I see a helmet emerge beside the flag, then an arm, waving at first, then beckoning. The sniper who's spent the last three days trying to kill me is now signaling me to join him.\n\n\nMy body hates me. Three days hiding behind a car, crouching or sitting or curled up trying to grab whatever sleep I could. When I stand and shoulder my rifle and pack, my knees and back scream, but I walk. I get my head down, get into a rhythm, and put one foot in front of the other. By the time I reach the building where the sniper nests, I'm beginning to loosen up. Good thing, too. The power's been off here for a long time, and the only way up is via the stairs.\n\n\nTwenty flights. It's an old office building, the carpet torn and burned, graffiti on the walls. The stairwell smells like mildew and stale piss. I count the steps to distract from how exhausted I am, how close to collapse. There are 400 altogether. At the end, the door to the roof, held open by a pack much like mine to prevent the sniper from being locked out.\n\n\n\"I'm coming out,\" I call.\n\n\n\"You're clear,\" a female voice says.\n\n\nShe's sitting with her back against the low wall that surrounds the rooftop, a redhead in a tank-top and combat pants. If I'm surprised to find the sniper is female, I'm dumbfounded by her size and appearance. She's barely five feet tall, and I'd be willing to bet her weight falls short of triple digits. Her hair is jaw-length on one side and clean-shaven on the other, and the tank-top reveals tattoos on her chest and stomach, and - as I lower my rifle and approach her - bars through each of her nipples, clearly visible through worn and dirty white cotton.\n\n\n\"Happy Life Day, soldier,\" she says, and smiles at me.\n\n\n\"Glad I got to see it,\" I reply. \"I was getting desperate enough to make a run for it.\"\n\n\nShe glances at the sniper rifle leaning against the wall beside her, as clean as if it was brand new.\n\n\n\"You might have caught me napping or eating,\" she says.\n\n\n\"What's your name, soldier?\" I ask. The war has been going on since I was a child, becoming increasingly low tech, especially in close quarters, as supply lines have been interrupted, the chain of command less certain. Out here, most of us consider ourselves guerrillas, traveling alone or in small squads, rank and insignia increasingly irrelevant in the face of survival. Soldier has become an oddly unifying catch-all, even as we try to kill each other.\n\n\n\"Heather,\" she says.\n\n\n\"I'm Mark.\"\n\n\n\"You're a sight for sore eyes, Mark,\" she says.\n\n\nI smile when she says my name. It's hard not to. I can't remember the last time I heard it from the mouth of another.\n\n\n\"I'm all out of rations,\" I say, \"otherwise I'd share.\"\n\n\n\"I've got you. Come sit with me.\" She pats the ground beside her.\n\n\nAnother thing I can't remember is the last time I was this close to a woman. I can't take my eyes off her as I settle down against the wall, my knees popping, and she picks up a small container wrapped in a blanket and opens the lid, revealing a treasure trove of foil-wrapped military rations. It's freeze-dried garbage, but I'm starving, and when she hands me one, I tear it open and devour the flavorless, beige contents, my stomach gurgling in what might be protest and might be satisfaction.\n\n\n\"Just you?\" she says.\n\n\nI nod, chewing. Up close, she's startlingly pretty, with green eyes, freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and her pale cheeks, and a fat-lipped mouth that's a sensuous wake-up call to parts of my body I haven't had time to think about in a while. She doesn't look like a sniper; she looks like a teenage girl playing at war.\n\n\n\"I'm used to my own company. You guys usually travel in packs. What gives?\" she asks.\n\n\n\"I was in a four-man squad,\" I say. \"The others…they didn't make it. Lost the radio, but last I knew, my dust-off is about eleven klicks from here. That's where I was headed when you started trying to kill me.\"\n\n\n\"Think they'll be there?\" she says.\n\n\n\"I have no idea, but where else am I gonna go? This place crawls.\"\n\n\n\"Be a good day to get some miles under your belt,\" she says.\n\n\n\"It would, but I'm not sure I have it in me,\" I reply. \"I need sleep.\"\n\n\n\"The offices on the floor below are in pretty good shape,\" she says. \"No squatters. At least, not anymore. We could bed down there.\"\n\n\n\"Let's check it out.\" I didn't fail to notice that 'we'.\n\n\nHeather wraps her stuff in the blanket and we shoulder our rifles. On the way inside, she scoops up her pack and the door closes behind us. We go down one floor and push through the doors into an open plan office area. It's eerily quiet, and a sobering reminder of life before the war. The electricity must have been long gone by the time anybody got up here; the computers and equipment are largely untouched, chairs neatly pushed under desks. The graffiti and vandalism is here, too, though, and a cool breeze slips in through broken windows and tattered blinds.\n\n\nHeather leads me to a large, private office. It looks untouched except for thick layers of dust, two leather chairs and a large desk, a bookshelf against one wall filled with tomes about marketing, management, and teamwork, relics of a bygone age.\n\n\n\"We can shut the door to keep the wind out, jam a blanket underneath. Cozy,\" she says."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female mage accidentally summons a spirit of sex rather then the one she wanted. the spirit's goal is to convince her that sex magic is the best method of magic so he/she can become her familiar and escape the spirit realm.
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"content": "The candles flared around the summoning circle, casting hazy green light over the room. I knelt just beyond the circle, staring up at a great painting of the being I wished to invoke.\n\n\"Heed my call!\" I called, hand raised high. The flames of the candles began to swirl inwards, converging into a great inferno in the center of the circle. No heat came from the eldritch fire, and I stared into its raging core with conviction.\n\n\"From beyond the stars I summon thee!\" I called, lowering my hand to touch the edge of the flames, \"Come forth and accept this shape I provide, come forth into my world!\" The flames surged, bathing my naked body in strange, horrible light that made my skin tingle. I pulled my arms back, eyes closed, until my palms flared with magic. \"Now!\" I roared, slamming my hands forward into the fire, a pulse of energy repulsing me as the flames were forced down.\n\nThe creature that emerged, skinless and misshapen, pushed itself from the portal and clawed its way into the material world. I clutched my amulet, engraved with an Elder Sign, tight as it took form. In the end, the faceless creature faced me, spindly and membranous. I had given it the form of a Night Gaunt\n\n*Darling... I believe you chose the wrong form*\n\n\"What?\" I asked, half stunned that the ritual had worked. The voice pounded in my head, though the headache was miniscule compared to summoning sickness.\n\n*Come now darling... Were you summoning a shapeless, or were you summoning a Sodom?*\n\nI stared, dumbfounded, before looking up at the painting. It depicted a corona, flickering and difficult to focus on, flitting about like a dreg in the sea of souls. When she looked a bit harder, she noticed the pink tinge... A mismatch of pigments and a cutting of corners. She had depicted a Sodom, beings that feed upon sensual dreams and delight in the pleasures of flesh.\n\n\"Fuck!\" I groaned, standing up without regard for my nude body, \"Damnit... I'm sorry, i'll just banish you an-\"\n\n*That won't be necessary my darling*\n\nThe shell it took began to glow, bulking up its body and standing itself upright. A rather large, girthy shaft formed at its crotch, and with a dragging of claws it cut itself a mouth upon its face through which it smiled a toothy grin.\n\n*\"I must say Darling, yours is a very beautiful form\"*, it spoke in a smooth, sultry voice. I looked over, tying up my blonde hair back into a ponytail, before scowling and covering my perky breasts and untouched slit.\n\n\"Don't get your hopes up, Sodom, I didn't summon for a romp\", I glared up at the towering entity, even as it tilted its head\n\n*\"You desire power, yes? A familiar, with which to learn stronger magic?\"*, it tilted its head inquisitively, folding its arms and tapping its fingers, *Do you know the magic of sex?* I raised an eyebrow, narrowing my eyes at the lecherous creature from beyond.\n\n*\"Want me to teach you?\"*\n\n\"Eh fuck it\", I said at last, unfolding my arms, \"Show me what you got, Sodom\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You hide your face when you do porn. Your friend doesn't realize you're the star of their favorite video.
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"content": " “Your roommate let me in,\" said Dave from Thomas' bed, never looking up from his phone. \"She said you were in the shower and just to make myself comfortable.“\n\nThomas smiled and rolled his eyes. “Oh fantastic. What are you watching, you’re like glued to the screen.”\n\n“There’s this really hot guy on PornHub. I love his videos.”\n\nThomas laughed and laced next to his friend on the bed. \n\n“When Vee said to make yourself comfortable I don’t think she meant break out the porn. “\n\n“It’s not like I was jerking off. Here wanna watch. “\n\nThomas moved in a little closer and blushed. His stomach dropped and his chest tightened. Dave was so focused, or so horny, he didn’t notice. Thomas didn’t need to look at the name of the uploader, he knew it was one of his. \n\n“He’s so hot. He’s got such a nice cock, and his body unf!”\n\n“Easy, I know we share a lot but…”\n\nHis thoughts trailed off as he kept watching the video. \n\n“Yeah I know. I’m just so excited because Im waiting for a custom I won from him to be delivered...”\n\nDave kept talking but Thomas had tuned him out. He didn’t know Dave was one of the winners of his contest and now one part of the deal was rushing through his mind. \n\n*The video will include an exclusive face reveal*\n\nThe two eventually met up with Vee and went out for dinner. Thomas struggled to hide his discomfort. He knew when Dave got home, there’d be a message waiting for him on PornHub. And he would see that his favorite amateur porn was his best friend...\n\nAs soon as Dave stepped into his apartment, he grabbed his iPad, locked the door and threw his clothes off. He logged into his PornHub account and sure enough waiting for him was a notification from BiMrT, Thomas’ username. \n\nDave snuggled into his bed and turned on the private video.\n\n“So I guess I should just rip the band aid...”\n\nDave’s eyes widened at the all too familiar voice that opened the video..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Tell the story of a succubus who lives in the Soviet Union.
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"content": "On the evening of 3rd November, 1984, Andrei Andreyevich Gromyko came buckets.\n\nThe Foreign Minister was sitting on the edge of his bed, wearing only an unbuttoned dress shirt. A young woman knelt before him, naked and blonde, and she held the head of his penis in her mouth, her tongue working quickly side to side. Behind the thick-framed rectangular glasses, his eyes closed. He gulped the stale air and his face muscles twitched in that nonsensical, comical way that afflicts even the most dour of men at the point of no return.\n\nThe woman's eyes were open. They were blue, but it was a strange kind of blue, a little brighter than it had any right to be. She was looking up at him, studying him with a preternatural calm, even as her throat absorbed his surplus production. \n\n\"You make me young again, Katyusha,\" Gromyko said at last, and heaved a final great sigh. The flood of pleasure made his words slur a little.\n\nShe let him go, and lifted the edge of the bedsheet to wipe her mouth. \n\n\"But you are not young, Andrei Andreyevich.\" She stood up, splendid in her nakedness, and sat beside him on the bed. The tone of her voice was not taunting or even teasing. It was warm and a little melancholy. It was a voice accustomed to speaking goodbyes.\n\nGromyko reached around and gathered her closer. Pressed into the smooth skin of her upper arm, his fingers looked gnarled, ancient. She had full breasts, a slim, feline midsection, and a thin sprinkling of pubic hair, as though someone had playfully stuck a tiny sheaf of golden wheat between her thighs. He had greying fuzz on his chest and stomach and arthritic knock-knees.\n\n\"I need to make a decision,\" he said.\n\n\"I know.\"\n\n\"I could use your help.\"\n\n\"Oh, yes?\" \n\nShe smiled at him. The high cheekbones and wide-set eyes she possessed were sometimes considered hallmarks of classical Russian beauty, but for all its haughty symmetry there was something slightly, intriguingly sour about her face.\n\n\"Shall I make your mind even clearer?\" Her hand moved to his reddened, slowly recovering manhood.\n\n\"No, no. Not that. I could use information.\"\n\n\"Ah. This is about our rising star from Stavropol, isn't it? The great reformist?\"\n\n\"I would just feel more at ease nominating him if I had... something to control him. Kompromat is best. But even the measure of the man, the kind you can provide, it would help.\"\n\nKatya kissed his cheek and gently extricated herself from his hold. She bent to reach for a pair of plain, state-factory underpants, which had been discarded on the floor during their encounter.\n\n\"Everyone wants power,\" she said, threading her feet into the holes and pulling the panties up. \"You, Ligachev, Tikhonov, Grishin. Everyone wants an edge. Kompromat. I would be happy not to hear the word again. Poor Chernenko is on his deathbed and you are like black crows on the windowsill, pecking at the glass.\"\n\n\"That's because it's important, Katyusha. Who is next is the most important thing. It could make or break the nation.\"\n\nShe stood up again and shrugged on her bra. The bedroom was small and neat but lifeless. A few portraits on the walls, a faded carpet of patterned red. A chest of drawers with a radio on top. It was typical of those discreet apartments on Kosygina Street, homes to everyone and no one, away from the glamour of the Kremlin. She had been in many of them.\n\n\"I will see what I can do,\" she said.\n\n★\n\nLater that evening, she stood in the breadline, where she did not belong, beautiful and regal in her grey hat of karakul fur and her double-breasted nutria coat. The people in front and behind her gave her looks of every kind: envy, which she understood, contempt, which she could understand with some effort, and sometimes lust, which she understood best of all. She returned looks of sincere love, but they wouldn't, couldn't trust them for what they were.\n\nA gust of cold November wind bit her cheeks and she turned her head to spare her eyes. She could have skipped the line with her credentials, or simply charmed her way to the front. She waited her turn all the same. She still believed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Vacancy at the Starry Passage Bordello
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"content": "Staff Ideas by Genre:\n\nReality Fiction: Two college age girls are foreign twin sisters who are almost identical.\nBoth are tall, slim, leggy beauties with a particular requirement; They HAVE to be together. The reason is that they are in a deeply incestuous and torrid love affair with each other. One is dominant to her sister, while the other is happy to submit.\n\nFantasy: A new girl begins working at the Bordello; An Orc (or Half-Orc) woman with green skin, cute tusks, an athletic set of muscles, bubble butt and huge tits!\n\nShe really likes pretending to be her client's slave girl. Thus submissive green beauty wants to serve with pleasure!\n\nSci-fi: The latest in robotics is the Simulated Earth Recreational Virgin Artificial Robotic Toy. Or SERVANT for short. It's appearance is variable within Earth Human parameters. It's personality is also adjustable. This Bordello is actually the SERVANT showcase. If you like the SERVANT, you could pay the difference between the rental cost and it's regular price to own it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She works for him as his secretary: taking calls, arranging meetings, keeping track of his appointments, etc. But whenever the two find themselves alone together, she knows she's the one who's REALLY in charge, and she loves every second of it.
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"content": "Another late night at the office with no one around to keep him company except Georgia, his secretary. It wasn't that Mr. Simpson need to stay late. There wasn't so much work that his after-hours attendance was necessary. In fact, he was at the office late by his own design. A few too many trips to the water cooler, a lunch break that ran just a touch too long. It would look as though he just needed an extra hour or two to finish up the day's tasks.\n\nBut he and Georgia both knew that neither of them were there to work.\n\nMr. Simpson's tie was fastened snugly around his wrists, securing them behind his back. It was his periwinkle blue tie, with the thin spring green stripes. The knots, which Georgia remembered from her time as a girl scout, were tight enough to keep Mr. Simpson bound without being so tight that they damaged the garment's fabric.\n\nMr. Simpson was kneeling behind Georgia as she bent over his large cherrywood desk, amusing herself with her cell phone.\n\nHer ankles were spread wide. His face was buried deeply between her pert, round asscheeks. Her panties were stretched demeaningly over his head. His tongue was lapping eagerly at her tightly puckered pink starfish of a tailhole. Her skirt was lifted high enough to leave her entire cream-colored backside exposed. His unchecked stiffie was making his slacks far too tight.\n\n\"Can you taste my boyfriend's cock on that hole, little man? Maybe even a hint of his load? He gave me a pounding for the ages last night. I could barely feel my legs when I got up this morning. Miracle I made it into work, honestly.\" Georgia snickered to herself, knowing how much it tortured Mr. Simpson. Not her chatter pertaining to getting fucked by another man; he *loved* that. The torturous part was that he couldn't touch himself while he listened and worshiped his secretary's bubbly behind. \"So can you? Taste him, I mean.\"\n\n\"N-No, ma'am, Ms. Post.\" Mr. Simpson pulled his face up to answer quickly, gulping down a breath before diving back into his young secretary's butt.\n\n\"Pity. Well, maybe one day you'll get to find out what a real man's load tastes like when you lick it out of my cunt. Would you like that, little man?\" Georgia purred, glancing back at her boss and away from the iPhone game she'd been giving half her attention to.\n\nMr. Simpson moaned softly into Georgia's ass as the hard-on in his trousers gave a mighty, needy twitch. A second climbed from his lips as he lifted his head to answer his queen. Georgia loved listening to him grunt and groan like a beast as she fed him only a morsel of what other men had received from her.\n\n\"O-Oh my god, yes~ Y-Yes, ma'am, Ms. Post. P-Please.\"\n\nGeorgia snickered and raised an eyebrow at her boss as he nibbled his lip and looked like a flustered child.\n\n\"Did that make you cream yourself, slave?\" She chirped, pursing her lips. Mr. Simpson shook his head frantically in response.\n\n\"Promise?\" She smiled, close to a giggle. He nodded and smiled back meekly.\n\n\"I've been doing the, uhm... Exercises. The ones you showed me, Ms. Post, ma'am.\" Mr. Simpson explained, glancing away and letting another soft grunt escape his lips as his member gave another spasm in his slacks.\n\nThe exercises he was referring to were meant to enhance his endurance. While at first Georgia found it hilarious the way that she hardly had to lift a finger to have her premie bitch of a boss emptying his nuts into his tightie-whities, the amusements grew old quickly. She resolved to improve her toy by enforcing a routine for him.\n\nEach night, 7 days a week and 365 days a year, he edges himself. He edges and edges and edges until he simply cannot take another teasing half-stroke, however long that takes. And at that point, he ceases without orgasm so as to leave himself built up yet unresolved. It's been quite effective. He no longer jizzes his pants on a whim, and can even last close to 90 seconds in his queen's bare hand.\n\nHe's quite proud of himself.\n\n\"I can tell, my little cuckie. Very nice.\" She snickered softly, rolling her eyes. Only someone as pathetic as her boss would classify not cumming in your own pants as an accomplishment. \"Now get back to tonguing my hole.\"\n\nMr. Simpson nodded excitedly, cramming his face once again into his new favorite place."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Any sport/competitive event but the loser(s) become cumdump(s) for the winners fans to use.
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"content": "The final whistle blew, and Jenny hung her head. The scoreboard displayed the final result, 2-1 to the home team. Her team had slipped to their 7th defeat in as many weeks, and it was going to happen again. Her fellow teammates turned and began the slow walk back to the dressing rooms and their fate. It was hard enough being the worst team in the league, but ever since the FA had introduced the new rules, it had become much harder.\n\nThe intentions behind the rules were clear, and the players had been given a simple ultimatum – agree or lose the sport. The attendance levels at women’s football had been steadily declining, and it had become no longer financially viable to operate the female league. So, in an effort to drive up the crowd numbers, the governing body had introduced a simple, but incredibly effective plan. The male fans of the winning team were given an hour after the match to sexual humiliate the losing players as much as possible. They even gave it a name – The Power Hour. There were a few rules involved:\n\n1)\tIn order to attend the post-match humiliation, the fan must have been at the match since kick off.\n2)\tThey must be wearing a shirt of their supported team (to help encourage sales of merchandise)\n3)\tNothing is off limits, but the men must ejaculate on the faces of the players.\n4)\tThe players are not allowed to clean up at any time during the hour\n5)\tThe players must not resist any male advances during the hour, including but not limited to – vaginal sex, anal sex, multiple penetrations and forced lesbian interaction.\n6)\tFor major games, including cup finals and derbies, the humiliation may be televised.\n7)\tNo condoms are required but may be worn if wanted.\n8)\tAt the end of the hour, the team captain must lick up and swallow all the cum that is on her team’s faces.\n\nJenny and her team made their way into the dressing room, where the wipe down plastic sheeting had already been draped over all of the furniture. She could hear the clamour coming from outside the door, as the first of the celebrating fans queued up for the humiliation. She looked around at the dejected expressions on the faces of her team, and followed suit as they began to strip off. Suddenly, their coach, Hannah, burst in.\n\n“Girls, quickly, it’s a big crowd today and we need to be ready for them in 3 minutes. We can’t afford to be fined like last week.” The previous week the team, angry after loosing due to a dodgy refereeing decision, had been late opening the door for the humiliation hour. As a result, the hour was extended to 2, and the team fined half of their match fee.\nThe women quickly pulled off their kits and, one by one, sunk to their knees in the regulated positions. As the captain, Jenny was closest to the door, as was expected to handle more of the fans than the rest of the team. So, she sat, on the cold hard floor surrounded by the naked figures of her players, awaiting the arrival of the opposition fans.\n“All ready girls?” this came from Andrew Durrant, the referee. He\n was stood by the door, casting an appreciative glance over the naked women. “Shame I can’t take part in this one” he made eye contact with Jenny. “You’re a good-looking bunch”.\n\nHe swung the door open and the first fans came pouring into the room. Jenny was immediately surrounding by 3 men, two of which already had their cocks out. \n\n“Suck it, loser” said one, and Jenny dutifully opened her mouth to take in his stiffening dick, it wasn’t a bad size, she thought as she took it to the back of her throat. The other dick in her eye line was much bigger, and belonged to a muscular looking man in his late 20s. He guided her free hand and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, slowly starting to wank him off as she continued to suck the cock in her mouth. The third, a fat, sweaty and bald man, reached down to fondle Jenny’s tits.\n\n“Nice” he muttered, before standing up and dropping his trousers. His dick was tiny, and Jenny almost laughed when she saw it. She took her hand away from the dick she was sucking and began to stroke the third man’s tiny penis, using just her thumb and forefinger. All around her the room was filled with grunts and gagging noises as the entire team were engulfed in horny fans and dicks. Samantha, the goal keeper, had already been told to bend over, and a larder man had started to fucker her roughly from behind. Sam’s eyes had glazed over as she tried to shut out the violation happening to her body, focusing on the other man she was busy entertaining with her mouth.\nThe man with his cock in Jenny’s mouth began to thrust into her, shoving himself further and further down her throat. She gagged, and he withdrew, tilting her head up so he could look her in the eye.\n\n“What’s the matter, too deep for you, bitch?” He didn’t wait for a response, instead he pushed her head back down and forced himself back into her mouth, resuming the thrusting with renewed vigour. The man with the big cock was laughing as Jenny struggled not to throw up on the dick that was probing her tonsils.\n\n“Nice one Dave,” he said to the thruster “Show her who’s fucking boss”.\n\n‘Dave’ was going faster and faster now, and he started to grunt and moan as his orgasm approached. At the last minute, he pulled out of Jenny’s mouth and shot 4 thick ropes of cum on to her face, where they mixed with the tears and saliva that was already covering her.\n“You got a slutty mouth” He said, before spitting on her in one final act of humiliation. He tucked his softening cock back into his jeans a turned to walk out. As he left, the next man in line entered the room. The fat man, obvious unable to hold out any longer and the sight of Jenny’s cum covered face, let out a high pitched squeal as he also orgasmed, producing a surprising about of semen for a such a small cock. Some of it landed in Jenny’s mouth and she almost wretched at the taste. He scurried from the room as the new man took up his place in front of Jenny.\n\n“I want to fuck you” said the man with the massive cock “but you got to get me wet first” Jenny obliged, and took his giant shaft into her mouth, coating it in a mixture of spit and cum, assuring it was sufficiently lubed so it wouldn’t hurt too much when he tried to penetrate her. Once he was satisfied, he picked Jenny up by her hair and bent her over the nearby bench. She braced herself, just as another two cocks arrived next her face from unknown men who had just entered the room. She took one in her mouth, trying to emulate Samantha’s calm at the impending rape, but the man behind her was too big. As his cock pushed into her, she screamed. He was stretching her open so wide she thought she might rip open. He buried himself to the hilt, before pulling out almost all the way and beginning to pound her. She felt some one next to her, furiously wanking his cock, and then the warm sensation as this stranger shot his load, her third, on to her cheek. Some of it splashed onto the shaft of the cock in her mouth, and the owner swore.\n\n“Watch where you fuck shooting, mate.” He said, before thrusting it deeper into Jenny’s mouth. “Clean that off me”\n\nAs this was happening, Jenny was still in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was getting pounded by the enormous cock behind her. There were similar situations happening all around the room, as the girls were being fucked in all available holes. A large black man was balls deep in the left back’s arse and she was screaming and crying in agony as his huge cock tore her up. The man fucking Jenny leaned over to whisper in her ear.\n\n“I think I might do that to you in a minute” She almost broke down at the thought, but before he had a chance to defile her any more, her tight pussy proved to be too much for him. He pulled out, spun her around and exploded all over her face. Just as this happened, the man she had been sucking did the same and she was treated to two simultaneous loads.\n\nThis continued in the same fashion for the rest of the hour. None of the girls were left with any holes un-fucked, although luckily for Jenny, the man who eventually used her for anal wasn’t anywhere near as big. After what seemed like a lifetime, the referee blew his whistle which was signal to stop. The few men that were close were allowed to finish up, and Jenny received another load from a frantically wanking man as a parting gift. She had taken 18 cumshots in the past hour, and she and her team were completely covered in spunk. The room smelled of sex and sweat. A few of the girls, the sluttier ones, had manged to orgasm during the ordeal, and one, Samantha, was furiously masturbating, trying to get over the edge after an hour of brutal fucking had left her unsatisfied.\n\n“Jenny” the referee turned to her “you know what you have to do now” Jenny crawled to the nearest player and began to lick all the cum off her face, making sure she swallowed all of it. There were fines in place for those captains that shirked this duty. Samantha let out a loud scream as the sight of Jenny eagerly lapping up the cum sent her over the edge.\n\nJenny moved around the room, cleaning up each girl’s face and, occasionally, their bodies, until the entire team was free from dripping semen. She felt sick, having swallowed it all. \n\n“Well done.” The referee again “You managed to service 164 men, as a team, and Jenny you just swallowed a record amount of cum for the power-hour! You should be proud. I think I’ll recommend that the video footage of this is posted online, it’s a momentous achievement.” He smiled at the room. “OK, go get yourselves showered. Better luck next week!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Stories of Possession
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"content": "Facing certain defeat, the lust witch hid her soul away inside her amulet. She is still filled with the arousal that is part and parcel of her magic. Yet being deprived of a body, she is now trapped in a state of hopeless erotic torment. Meanwhile, the ones who defeated her (adventurers? Church inquisitors?) do not suspect at all that her spirit remains hidden among their looted possessions, just waiting for an unsuspecting vessel to don the amulet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Breaking into the home of a mage had been a gamble.
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"content": "This was a fun little magic bondage story. I enjoyed the magic enabled double-teaming and futanari fun that our thief ended up enjoying. Ultimately, this was a happy ending for all. Both the sex and the bondage are well described. The [original prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fk1ayt/wp_breaking_into_the_home_of_a_mage_had_been_a/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) didn't specify gender, so I suppose it could have still fit there, but it was a few days old even if not a week."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An experimental treatment for anorgasmia left her kind of constantly low-grade horny and radically more sexually adventurous. The treatment did work though. She has absolutely no trouble reaching orgasm anymore. No trouble at all.
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"content": "Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.\n\nHayley had already been on two Tinder dates tonight. It was 1am, she was in the back of an Uber home from a guy's house, and she could still taste his cum in her mouth.\n\nThe last week had been... well... an adventure. Hayley, see, she had suffered from anorgasmia for her entire adult life. Until Monday, she had only heard about orgasms from friends, TV, porn -- but never experienced one herself.\n\nNot for lack of trying, of course. She had tried masturbation -- although she gave up early on -- and had sex something like a dozen times, and while it was nice, it mostly just felt like work. Only after a therapist dug into her sex life did she learn it wasn't just her fault. Multiple doctors visits later, she managed to enroll in a clinical trial for Orgavidron, an experimental drug to cure anorgasmia *overnight*. Honestly, Hayley mostly did it for the $500. Orgasms might be nice, but they're probably not all they're cracked up to be anyway, she figured.\n\nShe took her first pill Sunday night as per the schedule, which called for her to attempt her first orgasm on Monday. Monday night, 10pm, curled up alone in bed -- that was the moment that would change Hayley's life forever.\n\nShe was supposed to mark off every orgasm on a sheet of paper. By Wednesday she filled up what was supposed to be a chart for three weeks' time. Tuesday on its own accounted for fourteen orgasms, each one seemingly more intense than the last, in a marathon masturbation session that lasted more than three hours.\n\nThursday, Hayley's sexual energy started to completely take over. She left work early to go home and masturbate more, completely addicted to the new, incredible sensation. Desperate to push herself even further, she signed up for Tinder (using the sluttiest photos she could take on a moment's notice) and had sex with a random guy that night. She probably scared him off with how ravenous she was, because he didn't return her texts the next morning, leaving her to find a new partner on Friday.\n\nAfter spending all day at work insufferably horny, she got started in the early evening, wasting no time downing a vodka tonic at the bar before going up to Ryan's apartment and aggressively fucking him, climaxing on his cock over and over again until he nearly passed out. She managed to arrange to meet another guy at another bar around the corner, and their messages made the intent clear - they left after 5 minutes, and Andre wasted no time getting Hayley's clothes right back off. Hayley screamed with pleasure as Andre pushed deep into her pussy, giving her orgasm after rollicking orgasm before cumming all over her face, tits, and hair.\n\nAs Hayley gently massaged her clit through her skirt in the backseat of the car, she got a match from a guy on the next corner. She fired off a topless selfie she took at work, and her match sent a dick pic in response - and he was *extremely* well hung.\n\n\"Pull over here,\" she asked the driver."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Maybe "Eldritch Horror Hunter" wasnt the best job choice for an Elf who's into hentai......
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"content": "1/2\n\nKimmistrelle sashayed through the woods, her long, blonde ponytail swinging back and forth in counterpoint to her wide-set, curvy hips. The slim and busty elf moved easily along the trail, her long legs quickly carrying her through the forest terrain, even in the thigh-high, five-inch heeled boots that she was wearing. Decked out in a low-cut, cropped, red halter top and a matching red miniskirt, with brass-and-leather bracers on her arms and wands and daggers strapped to her thighs, it was hard to tell if she was out adventuring or headed to the club. Truthfully, Kimmi liked to be ready for both! “Mint! Are we still on the trail?” she asked, a smile on her plump, red lips and her green eyes sparkling, as she turned to the pixie flying behind her.\n\nMint paused in midair, her long, green hair fanning out behind her, as she summoned a ball of magic into her hands. The magic’s blue light glowed over her pale skin and green minidress, as she peered into it, searching for something. She spun and scrolled the magic, until she found a red dot, zooming in on it. “We are!” she said, “Whatever’s been stalking around town and spying on all those girls went right this way!” She cast out a streamer of magic, which left a trail leading toward the east, more or less the direction they were going.\n\n“We’re gonna do it this time!” Kimmi said balling her fists in excitement and hopping in place, her large breasts bouncing in her top. “When Lana said she’d draw me a comic, how many pages do you think she meant?” she asked her friend, stopping and looking back, with a curious expression on her face.\n\n“I can’t believe you let them pay us in hentai...” Mint said, rolling her eyes at her perverted master’s antics.\n\nKimmi’s full lips formed a pout, for a moment. “Taking *part* of our payment in barter is good business! Plus, a low rate means that they won’t hire some other adventurers to snake this one out from under us!”\n\nMint sighed. “Well… I’m not gonna complain about free pralines...”\n\nThe two followed the trail well out of town, eventually coming to the wreck of a small crashed airship, mostly intact, but obviously long-grounded. “This thing must have been here for years!” Kimmi whispered, kneeling behind a tree root.\n\n“There’s someone inside,” Mint replied, fading into near-invisibility, even as she peered into another ball of magic.\n\nThe place did look like it might be inhabited, still useful as a building, if not as a ship, and bearing signs of recent use that Kimmi’s sharp eyes could find on careful inspection.\n\n“Let’s sneak in!” Kimmi said. She whispered a spell that muffled her steps, and she pulled on a brass ring attached to a leather strap on her right bracer. The bracer let out a puff of steam, and her hand was surrounded by an arcing aura of electricity. She started to sneak forward, Mint silently drifting behind her.\n\nThe two easily made their way to the ship, and Kimmi picked the lock on the door leading to the interior. The ship was definitely inhabited, inhabited by an art collector, no less.\n\n“Whoever lives here’s got good taste,” Kimmi said, feeling a tingle in her womanhood, as her eyes scanned over the lewd paintings and posters on the walls, many of which depicted elven women in the throes of passion, bathing, or in the most lewd and revealing outfits. She picked up a bound book of drawings, flipping through it with her left hand and finding it to be the tale of a sexy elf being kept as a pet by a small band of orcs. A blush and a lewd smile spread over her face, as she could feel her clit getting hard. “This one’s great too!”\n\nMint nodded, shortly, trying to stay on task. “That can be in your share of the loot, then!” she whispered. “Y’know… if we don’t get caught!”\n\n“Okay! Okay!” The blondie elf replied, setting herself back on task.\n\nThey came to the stairs down to it, and found that the entire hold of the small ship had been converted into a single apartment. At the far end, near the bow of the ship, a single, tall, cloaked and hooded figure stood hunched over something, quietly grunting and rubbing at himself. Kimmi moved silently, sneaking up behind him, but he seemed to notice something, as she drew near.\n\nThe tall figure sniffed the air. “Mmm! What’s that smell? Smells like girl all of a sudden!” it said, it’s voice sibilant.\n\nHer cover blown, Kimmi lunged for it with her electrified hand. The figure was too quick for her though, and dodged, quickly darting halfway across the room, letting out a loud scream. Kimmi formed a finger gun and shot a bold of electricity after it, but it dodged again. “He’s fast!” she shouted, “We’re gonna need a barrier! Don’t let him escape!”\n\n“On it!” Mint shouted, flying to the center of the ceiling, as she gestured her way through a spell. A green aura burst out from her, forming a force field that hugged the walls and blocked the exits.\n\nThe cloaked figure continued to dart around the room, screaming, as Kimmi tried to nail it with lightning bolts. One bolt caught its cloak, burning it away. In the center of the room stood some mad cross between an octopus and a nightmare, an uncountable mass of tentacles supporting a spherical head which bore two giant eyes and a great mouth... it was oddly cute. An odd blush passed over Kimmi’s face, her eyes going wide, at the sight of the eldritch monster.\n\n“Ahh! Who are you!” he shouted, shielding himself with some of his many and varied arms, as he swatted away his burning cloak.\n\nThe slender elf drew herself up tall, sticking out her tits, as she brought a hand to her chest. “I” she said, “am Kimmistrelle the Quick,” she said, and paused.\n\nThere was no glimmer of recognition.\n\nKimmi raised an eyebrow. “I’m Steelshadow?”\n\nNothing.\n\n“Feyblade of the woods?”\n\nWhen there was nothing, still, Mint interjected, “She’s Kimmi the Insatiable.”\n\nA hint of recognition passed over his inhuman visage. “The… the stripper?”\n\n“Yup, that’s the one!” Mint replied.\n\nKimmi blushed and sighed, as she raised her palms. “Everyone needs a job to pass the time in town, okay?” she said, “I’m a *dancer*, when I’m not out adventuring.” Her eyes trailed over him again, her tongue licking her lips, despite herself. “Who are you, anyway?”\n\n“I am known as Grex!” Grex said.\n\n“I’m Mint,” Mint added, from the ceiling.\n\nKimmi started to step forward. “Well, Grex, it seems like you’ve been prowling around the town peeping at girls! What gives?”\n\nGrex might have blushed, but it was hard to tell, his mass of tentacles did twist around in a nervous seeming way, though. “I… I can’t help it,” he said. “My kind… can only go so many years without mating.” The presence of a girl in the room affecting him, many of his tentacles seemed to be sprouting rather phallic heads. “It becomes a nearly uncontrollable… urge. I find myself wandering toward town, compelled to at least… look. I flee whenever anyone spots me… I don’t know what would happen,” he said, his phallic tentacles rising toward Kimmi, moving as though they were searching, yearning for her, “if I let myself get near a girl… I JUST WANT TO BREED SO BAD!” he said, half-lunging for her.\n\nKimmi gracefully executed a backflip, even though he stopped himself, and even though the feeling that shot through her was composed less of fear and more of a sudden shock of arousal. As her heart raced from the startle, she could also feel her nipples getting hard and her womanhood getting soft and moist, her clit firming up.\n\n“Well...” she said, her breath starting to become heavy and her eyes transfixed by the thick, heavy cocks reaching towards her. “Maybe… maybe you need to find a girl who’s… into that sort of thing.” she was starting to blush uncontrollably, her pussy wet and her stomach fluttering at the thought of a thorough fucking and a womb full of his seed, followed by a swelling tummy. Kimmi couldn’t believe what she was saying, as she deactivated her bracer. “Maybe there’s something I can do to help,” she said, stepping forward and stroking a finger along one of his cocks, making his body quiver.\n\nHis cock swelled rock hard at the silky touch of her finger. “Don’t… don’t tease.”\n\n“Oh… I’m not,” she said, as she reached under her skirt with her other hand. She pulled at one string, and then another, and she pulled her untied panties out from between her legs, dangling them on one slender finger."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Theirs a small chance that when bitten by a vampire, you instead become a luspire. Instead of drinking blood, you drink sexual fluids (cum, semen, etc.) to live.
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"content": "“Lets not go down “pledge” street. Circle around to Lincoln and take Wabash.” Lucy directed, checking her phone for routes. \n\n“Er, no. Pledge is the fastest way to the store!” Mina was Lucy’s best friend and housemate. They met on their first day on campus two years ago. Mina has this short black hair and hides her tight body shape under sweaters and loose jeans. Lucy has a huge head of red hair, pale skin, and a bouncy hourglass body. Mina was trying to fix her sweater that hand gotten caught on a door handle, Lucy helped her off the handle and pulled some knotted cotton to smooth the bunching. Somehow they clicked. BFFs. \n\n“Fuck!” Lucy kicked the dashboard with her boot and crossed her arms. \n\n“What the fuck has gotten into you lately? You’ve been a huge asshole for the last three fucking months! Don’t kick my dash!” Mina screamed, as she turned onto Flag St. lovingly called ‘Pledge St.’ by the local fraternities since this is where they humiliate and test their pledges. It’s also where a hundred or so half dressed men will be. Lucy’s stomach grumbled. *Fuck, I can smell their bodies!* She thinks, a type of ‘blood lust’ taking over her senses. \n\n“Let me out.” Lucy whispered.\n\n“Here, now?!” \n\n“RIGHT FUCKING HERE!” Lucy shouted and opened the door before the car had stopped. \n\n“YOU’RE BEING A BITCH LUCY!” Mina screamed. “I’LL SEE YOU AT HOME, BE CAREFUL!”\n\nMina floors the car, it lets out a little screech as it heads down the road. Lucy stands on the sidewalk: she can barely think. There’s a man with a toga sheet on, drinking Two beers at once while spitting in some eighteen year olds face. *I could be that eighteen year old* Lucy thinks. *Fuck, you have to control yourself. Come on!* Then it was over. Two guys in cut-off Jean shorts walk over to her. She can’t hear what they’re saying through the sound of her heart beating. She reaches both hands out and touches the impressive bulges in their shorts. The guys look at each other, down their beers, and unzip their pants. Lucy smiles and bends at the hip, pushing her butt into the air as she takes the first cock into her mouth. *They got hard so fast* she sucks *Hopefully they cum quick, I’m so hungry!* she wraps her hand around the other cock and begins stroking it. \n\n**THREE MONTHS AGO** Lucy was walking home from class when someone grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her into the tree-line of the nearby green belt. It was hard and fast and she found herself being dragged deeper into the woods. She struggled as she realized what was happening. Whoever had her was *strong*! It was effortless to move her and her twisting and slapping made no difference. Soon they stopped and the person tossed her, TOSSED HER, into a grassy clearing. The person was on top of her before she could react, the landing had knocked the air out of her - and maybe bumped her head. She never saw them walk towards her. He pulled her head to the side and whispered “you’re going to be such a lovely bride!” Then sunk two sharp teeth into her neck. She tried to scream, to move, to kick, to claw, to do anything but it was like she was paralyzed. She just laid there as blood flowed out of her and this person was sucking it up. His cold lips were pressed hard against her neck and she felt her blood coursing out. She grew sleepy. Her energy to struggle faded and she relaxed into it. Her sight grew dim. The stars in the sky began to disappear into black. \n\nSuddenly she was awake. Laying in the clearing of the woods. The sun was halfway across the sky beating down on her. She sat up, weary and disoriented. *Did I try to take a shortcut and fall down?* she turns to stand up and sees a massive stain of dried blood in the grass all around her. Her shirt is covered in blood on the right side. She touches her neck: two tiny raised scars. She has a strange taste in her mouth. She wipes her lips and dried blood crumbles off. *What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?*\n\nShe rushes home, Mina is out already. She takes a shower. Bright red blood washes down the drain. She makes sure the tub is clean if blood before she gets out. She gets dressed and grabs an apple from the countertop and takes a quick bite. Her stomach instantly turns over. The apple tastes like ash, she throws up in the sink. She drops the apple and grabs another. The same thing, this time she throws up harder, it hurts more and her body aches. Her stomach grumbles. *So hungry!* \n\nShe hurries to class, but along the way one of the jock-bro’s starts catcallling her. “Hey there! Hey! Your ass looks great in those jeans! Those jeans would look better on my floor!”\n\n“That’s not even the right way to say that line asshole!” Lucy walks up the steps of the townhouse to confront the man. As she gets close to him she can suddenly smell food. Sweet and filling. Her heart races and she jumps on the man, ripping his shirt off of him. He doesn’t fight it, he tries kissing her but she pushes his head to the side and bites his neck! He tries pushing her off yelling about how that’s not his kink but she’s strong now. She doesn’t have the same teeth as the thing that bit her last night. She’s annoyed and hungry. She sees his blood on his knuckle where it had hit the concrete porch and scraped open. *Thats not what I need* she thinks. His cock is still hard, my mouth is watering, she undoes his pants and slips down his body and takes his cock into her mouth. He smiles and relaxes, putting his hand on her head. He begins thrusting his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Lucy’s throat. This lasts about a minute before he cums: when his load hits her throat and tongue - Lucy is overcome. She swallows hard, *food at last!* she keeps sucking, needing more! \n\n“Woah, you’ll- you’re going to have give me five minutes!” He tries to push her off but she keeps sucking and jerking him where she can get fingers in. He keeps struggling but she hold onto his hips and jeans. Finally he shutters and hives a little spurt of cum. *not enough but it’ll do*!\n\nShe hurries to class. She can barely think strait, she needs more food now. The teacher: male, in his 40s, attractive but a little out of shape. Recently divorced. She waits for class to let out and stays behind. After a little flirting and taking off her shirt because it’s *so hot* in the room today: hi cock is out and she’s drinking his cum. “Spit in my mouth!” She demands, he does - getting some on her face but mostly in her mouth. \n\n**NOW** she’s sucking the other frat guy’s cock. His friend who came already has wandered off. The other guy is staggering a little and grunts like a boar when his lets out a stream of cum! The most she’s had from a single source! \n\nAs he sits in the grass on the lawn of a frat house, his cock still out, six more guys lead by the first frat guy come to Lucy, their cocks out. Lucy smiles and drops to her knees. “Spit in my mouth first,” she demands, “then give me your cum!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] SEVEN DEADLY SINS
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"content": "They destroy those they touch, consuming them to the core. When left \"unfed\" they hunt humans and spread their poison. Thank the gods they only require feeding once a month. Being their keeper is my punishment for my own sexual deviance.\n\nEvery month it's the same routine, find a woman, confirm her lack of connections, drug her, take a piece for myself, and then usually Wrath takes the lead. Sometimes they last the whole month, sometimes they last hours.....\n\nHowever, this month something changed..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) A serf lady was impregnated by a perverted nobleman. The serf lady gave birth to a daughter and passed away during childbirth. The child grew up to become a beautiful young woman who ended up serving the same household until she caught the attention of the same nobleman.
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"content": "18 years later.......\n\nAnastasia had grown into a beautiful young woman, mimicking her mother in almost every way from her volumptuous breasts to her simple features with the exceptions to her face being slightly rounder, her waist a bit thicker and she had raven black hair. \n\nEldric had grown older, larger in the midsection, and a lot less pleasant. He and Liam had grown apart long ago, ironically over a woman. Liam had refused to share her, to which Eldric took as a personal insult, then Liam had gone on to marry the whore, who had given him two strong males to raise and inherit his name. \n\n\"Anna....pssstttt Anastasia...... Wake up.... It's a full moon tonight.\" Theodore whispered as he tapped lightly on her door. \n\nShe didn't know it but she now resided in the same room her biological mother once had. \n\nAnastasia rolled over and stared at the figure in the doorway. She could just barely make out young Theodore's face flickering in the light of the torch. She knew it well from memory though. \n\nHe was a young boy of his early teen years, so sweet and simple. She could remember when he had been born, Sir Eldric had been elated he had a boy. However, as the boy had grown it was obvious the blatant disappointment that Eldric felt for his son. Theodore was small, thin as a rail some would say, he could barely even lift a sword, and was far better at reading than he was horseback riding. They had grown up in the castle together, playing when Anastasia had finished her chores, or Gayla, her mother let her finish early. They had even considered themselves siblings at a point because they, bedside Sir Eldric, were the only ones with black hair. Anastasia always assumed her father had the same hair but Gala refused to tell her about him. According to her he had impregnated her and abandoned her here. \n\n\"Theodore, you should be in bed.\" Anastasia whispered back as she got up and grabbed her coat. She knew the boy wouldn't go to his chambers, not when he was in one of his thinking moods. He always seemed so fascinated by the moon, especially when it was full. \n\n\"Oh come on Anastasia, no one will know. Please come with me.\" He begged. \n\n\"Oh fine. But we have to be quiet, I don't want your father to catch me out at night, in the dark.\" \n\nTheodore looked down, \"I promise, I would protect you, I'm sorry .\" \n\nThough they never openly talked about they both knew Sir Eldric had been trying to bed Anastasia for years."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bodies for sale
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"content": "Come on down to Discount Sleeves! We've got a body for everyone! Massive dicks? We got 'em! Tits? Six ways to Sunday! Tentacles? Hell yeah! Mention this ad at your next visit and get half off your first test drive! Just past the chop shops on I-405, Take a left at the Denny's, but if you hit gang territory you've gone too far. Hours vary. Ask for Pedro. No refunds, no guarantees, bodies are sold as is. Paper trail not guaranteed, cash up front only.\n\n---\n\nImagine the 'fuck you, Baltimore' ad, but with sexy genetically engineered bodies instead of cars."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everything is going really great in this new relationship except one thing... Your partner is kind of shy and deferential in the bedroom, but you wish they'd Dom you a bit... You wish they'd Dom you a lot, actually...
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"content": "*Hiya! This is my first time writing one of these so any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)*\n\nJeanine sighed contentedly as she flopped back on the bed, enjoying the post orgasm shivers still running up her legs. Jason, her latest fuck-buddy and all around Hunk, grinned from between her legs where he had just spent the last ten minutes letting her ride his face like a cowboy breaking in a new colt.\n\nAbsent-mindedly stroked a finger along the soft flesh of Jeanine's inner thigh. \"Are you feeling okay babe?\" he whispered gently, \"Was that good?\"\n\n\"Honestly I would have thought all the quivering and moaning would have given it away\" she laughed, tousling his hair. \"That was fabulous babe thank you, you know most guys aren't interested at all in helping me get off once they have finished\". \n\nJason blushed, Jeanine knew from the conversation they had the previous night that Jason was a lot less experienced than her when it came to sex so he was still a little shy about the topic. \"Well you know, when you have put so much effort into making ME feel good the least I can do is return the favor\", he responded. \n\n\"Well I'm very appreciative\". Jeanine laughed again before stretching and indicating she was going to hop in the shower now.\n\nAs the hot water cascaded down her body soothing her muscles and washing away the bodily fluids that had started drying onto her from the long night of enjoying Jason, Jeanine found her fingers straying back between her legs. The problem, she mused as she sank down to sit on the floor of the shower with her knees spread and fingertips circling her clit, was that sometimes guys were just too damn NICE. Jason was a great lover, there was no denying that! The number of times he had made her cum in the last twelve hours had certainly proved that, but sometimes what she wanted wasn't to be respected. Sometimes she didn't want to have her every wish fulfilled and request granted, sometimes she wished someone would just...\n\n\"Jeanine.\" Jason's voice sounded different somehow as he stepped into the bathroom, thrusting the door open without knocking like he owned the place. \"Jeanine I hope you don't think you can get away from me that easily, I'm not done with you yet.\". Jeanine's eyes flew open in shock her fingers frozen in place, no longer furiously working towards her fourth climax for the morning despite only being seconds away.\n\n\"Foolish girl\" Jason tutted, and again Jeanine noticed it seemed deeper than before, more authoritative. \"Jeanine you know you are not allowed to pleasure yourself without my permission.\" \"I beg your p-pardon?\" was all Jeanine could manage in response as she scrambled to pull herself back to a standing position. The slippery floor of the bath which her shower sat above made it difficult to balance and by the time she had reached fully upright Jason was already standing right next to the bathtub with a stern look on his face. Jeanine couldn't help but drop her eyes from Jason's and found herself staring instead at his rapidly stiffening cock. Was it somehow... bigger than before? Regardless Jason was clearly ready for another round and Jeanine couldn't say no to that.\n\n\"O-okay babe well I'm definitely down for another round, can you just give me five minutes to finish up in here?\" Hypnotized by Jason's growing member she didn't notice him reaching for her until it was too late. All of a sudden she felt his strong fingers, which had so recently brought her so much pleasure, wrapping their steely grip around her right wrist. With nothing but a surprised yelp Jeanine felt herself being deftly spun around to face the wall and Jason stepping into the tub behind her, her arm twisted far enough up her back that it didn't hurt too much but would clearly start to if she tried to struggle.\n\n\"No Jeanine I won't, clearly I need to teach you who is in charge here.\" With a wet 'thwack' Jason's palm slammed into Jeanine's dripping butt cheek hard enough to immediately leave behind a bright red mark. Jeanine, still completely overwhelmed by the situation she suddenly found herself in, let out a loud moan in response to the sharp pain in her left buttock.'Thwack'. Jason swung again, this time leaving a matching hand print on the other cheek. Jeanine found herself letting out an even longer moan as she felt her clit start to throb harder than it had since Jason arrived at her apartment the night before. She felt Jason's breath on her ear as he leaned forward to whisper to her. \"Here are the rules Jeanine, I expect you to follow them or you will be punished. One\", 'THWACK', \"you will obey my every command immediately without argument. Two\", 'THWACK'. The burn on Jeanine's buttocks was a permanent sting from Jason's constant attention. \"you will refer to me as 'Sir' or 'Master' any time you address me. Three\", 'THWACK'. Jeanine could feel her whole body becoming flushed as the pain from her spanking and raw desire from her aching clit melded together to result in another desperate moan of pleasure. \n\n\"you may not reach climax without my explicit permission. Am I understood?\"\n\n\"Y-yes\". There was a pause, silence stretched between them. After five long seconds, 'THWACKKK!'. This time Jason's hand made contact much harder than previously and Jeanine could tell she was being punished. She screamed, just now realizing that Jason had been going easy on her. \"Yes Sir! Yes... Master! I understand Master!\" she whimpered. \"Good girl.\" Jason responded. Jeanine felt his weight pull back as he stood up away from her ear, strong arms still pressing her up against the cold shower wall. \"Now we are going to play a little game, I like to call it \"Please Sir, May I Cum\".\" \n\nJeanine felt Jason release the wrist he had been holding to keep her under control, however before she could react he had already wrapped his arms around her waist and easily lifted her petite frame over the edge of the bathtub and out into the main bathroom. Roughly he shoved her towards the vanity and quickly rearranged her so that she was bent over the sink. On tippy toes her hips were bent over the porcelain lip with Jason's firm hand pressing her face to the cold glass of the mirror. \n\n\"Now here is how the game works.\" Jason growled, his other hand squeezing a bright red butt cheek to emphasize she should listen. \"I'm going to fuck you, and any time you think you are going to climax you will ask me permission.\" Jason's fingers slipped lower, brushing softly against the outer lips of Jeanine's now dripping vulva. Jeanine felt her legs begin to tremble as the effort of holding herself up on her toes was already starting to become difficult.\n\n \"Y-yes Sir\". Jeanine managed. That appeared to satisfy Jason as he withdrew his hand again. In the mirror, from the corner of her eye she could see him rearranging his body position and soon felt the head of his thick cock rubbing along the outside of her exposed slit. \"Now I can promise you this Jeanine, the first time you ask permission you will not be allowed to cum.\" As he slid further forward the now slick head of Jason's member bumped Jeanine's sensitive clit causing waves of pleasure to cascade up her body. \"The second time you ask permission, you will NOT be allowed to cum.\" Jeanine felt Jason pull back again and whimpered desperately trying to grind herself on nothing but air. \"The third time you ask...\"\n\n Jeanine gasped as Jason finally entered her, her soaking pussy offered no resistance as he slid deeper and deeper until his full 6.2 inches (she had measured earlier) was buried to the hilt. It seemed to hit every erogenous zone she had all at once and the resulting tsunami of pleasure made Jeanine certain that she was already about to lose Jason's game before they had even started. \"S-sir, m-may.... I?\" she stuttered as the top of the tidal wave loomed over her threatening to engulf her.\n\nJeanine's eyes snapped open as she sat of the floor of the bathtub. \"Jeanine?\" Asked a soft voice from behind the bathroom door. \"Jeanine are you okay?\" Came Jason's considerate voice. \"You have been in there half an hour now, I just wanted to make sure you hadn't fallen and hurt yourself?\". \n\nJeanine groaned in pent up frustration. \"I'll be out in just a sec, hold on\". \"Okay no rush baby\" responded Jason, clearly relieved to hear her sounding okay. \"Damn nice guys\", Jeanine muttered as she slowly pulled herself back up out of the bathtub."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a very specialized personal trainer. You train people to be better at sex.
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"content": "Jason looked at his face in his bathroom mirror. I could see him through his own eyes – or more specifically, the contact lenses I instructed him to put on. He was typical for one of my clients: a man that has taken great care of his physical well-being, paired with a characteristic smile that could charm most women. But like all of my clients, when it came to the actual act, his performance wasn’t stellar.\n\n*“You look fine, Jason. Take a deep breath, and remember what we’ve learned, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”* I whispered into his ears – not directly, of course, but through the impulses sent to his brain from our company’s long-distance communications amplifier. I’d tell you how that works, but I’m not one of our company’s techies, I’m just the gal that teaches clients like Jason how to better pleasure the women they bring to bed.\n\n*“I won’t lie to you Roxy; I am pretty nervous about this.”* said Jason to himself in the mirror laughing both shortly and awkwardly. *“Nobody else has ever watched me have sex before, let alone critiqued my technique during it.”*\n\n*“Hush darling, you’ll be fine. Just breath, be confident and listen to my instructions when I give them.”* I was speaking to him with my professional calm and comforting voice, all the while slowly lowering a finger toward my more unprofessional desire for my job – I watch people fucking for hours, so of course I get turned on… \n\nTaking a long and deep breath, Jason psyched himself up in the mirror one last time before exiting the bathroom.\n\nThe woman sat waiting for him on his bed was wearing a black lace one-piece lingerie bodysuit that I would love to peel off of her. *“I want you, Jason.”* She fluttered her eyelashes, he breathed heavily. Approaching her hesitantly, he ran a hand through her hair before unexpectedly mashing his lips against hers in a rather aggressive kiss.\n\n*“Go easy, Jason. Use your hands more.”* My advice was quickly taken, as he allowed his hands to begin exploring her body – cupping the supple swell of her breast through the material of her undergarments, prompting a breathy gasp from her as she moved round to kiss his neck. *“Good job, Jason… Y-You’re doing great.”* I stifled my own moans to him whilst I continued to toy with the outer folds of my pussy. *“Now you want to take off her lingerie, and pleasure her first, before you do anything else.”*\n\nJason smiled and licked his lips, motioning downward with his eyes as he tugged her lingerie to the side, his finger coaxing her clit with the circular motions that I had shown him. Mirroring him as he slid a finger inside her, I clenched my pussy around my own. My mind floated away as I let his actions take control of my hand, my legs were splayed wide apart on my office chair, my body echoing the woman he was with. The sweet, sensual music of her breathy moans at each tiny flick of his finger easily made me ride on the edge of an orgasm. \n\nI was proud of Jason, my finest student. I’ve trained him how to use his hands and his cock, and now I wanted to have his cock inside me. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and slid them down. Oh fuck, I needed to have his cock inside me. I sat back and watched the crescendo of his hard cock and her wet pussy with a feeling of stronger arousal and pride. I caught my reflection in the black screen as I deactivated the video-feed, my tousled hair and brightly reddened cheeks making me look like I was just about ready to jump on the next cock I saw – I suppose then it’s a good thing that Jason was my last client of the day, and I’ve got a lucky husband to go home to... \n\n\n&#x200B;\n\n \n**It's my first time doing a prompt, and I'm fairly new at writing erotica, so any criticism would be appreciated!**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] an unUsual Gift
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"content": "Sarah’s new boyfriend can’t seem to cum from blowjobs, so after a several attempts over several dates, she kindly offers to let him jack off and cum in her mouth, and she makes it clear she’s glad to swallow.\n\nThen after sweetly and enthusiastically swallowing his cum that way for the first time (on just their 8th date in two months), when it’s clear that they’re really “going steady” - she lovingly offers to swallow his cum anywhere and anytime he wants, whenever he feels the urge."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Random Spell Prompts
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"content": "hey I accidentally made a story with just spell names. But don't feel compelled to follow it,\n\n---\n\n- Astral Ceremony of the Babysitters\n- Transform Wannabes\n- Divine Puddle of Silliness\n- Induce Ranting in Schoolteachers\n- Invoke Fertilizer Golem(note: fertilizing is what it *does* not what it's made of)\n- Batter Jet\n- Assault of Batter\n- Dark Transfiguration of the Schoolteachers\n\na secret coven of young witches is discovered by their teacher, but with some quick thinking...\n\n\n\n---\n\nand some other fun ones:\n\n- Dominate Church Ladies\n- The One Hundred Chants of Lady Seeking\n- Working of Seduce Screaming Amazons(very situational spell, but can save your life)\n- Bind Boyband\n- Incatation of Enlarge Spears\n- Control Lounge Singer\n- Ogre's Good Touch(they're not all savage brutes)\n- Prismatic Transfiguration of the Pornography Angel\n- Occult Ritual of the Milkmaid\n- Summon Pornography Fairy"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You found out that your roommate was into self-bondage after saving them from a mishap, but it hasn't made things weird. Or... so you thought. The frequency of these 'mishaps' has been increasing...
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"content": "Lena tried to read her book, but the noise coming from Joan’s room was a distraction. The hours of thumping on the floor, a kind of soft, muffled violence, occasionally punctuated by human groans, had become a regular occurence in the apartment. The living situation was becoming intractable. Fridays were the worst because while Lena worked, Joan had the whole place to herself. It was as if she’d saved all her pent up energy during the week to have one long session of self-pleasure, one that kept going even when Lena came back home. \n\nThere was a heavier thud, and Lena knew that was Joan, falling on the floor, probably spent. *Now or never*, she thought, closing the book. “Joan, I’m opening your door, okay? I think we need to- oh my god!” \n\nJoan was crumpled on the floor, a sweaty mess of blond hair, ropes, vibrator, and a silicone bit in her mouth. Lena had no idea how she managed to tie her legs and arms by herself, but the model train with a short riding crop taped to the caboose still circled the floor on its oval track. It wasn’t hard to figure out where Joan had been kneeling. \n\n“Hrrp,” she mumbled. Lena undid the clasp and her roommate took in a deep breath. “Thanks, I, uh, I’m sorry about the noise.”\n\n“Uh huh, sure. Do you want any help with the rest of this?”\n\nJoan shook her head and rolled to the foot of the bed, to a strategically placed door hook screwed low into the foot board. She shimmied in front of it until a loop in her bonds snagged the end. Leaning forward, the knots untied in rapid sequence and her arms were freed. Red lines over her biceps and breasts were all that remained of their self-inflicted bondage. The vibrator strapped against her clit was turned off and discarded before Joan untied the rest. \n\n“This looked elaborate,” Lena said, picking up a model building with little people, glued to the roof. “Seems unnecessarily realistic.”\n\n“Well, when you’re roleplaying a giantess caught by a small but kinky farming community, you have to go all out.” Joan hit the stop button on her phone, mounted on her desk. “At the hobby shop, the owner told me these are called *ho scale*.”\n\nLena thought about her father’s own collection back home and tried not to sully his memory with today’s. “It’s pronounced, H. O. scale.”\n\n“Right. Ho scale.” Joan smiled and luxuriated, naked on her bed. “Oh, yeah...stretching feels so much better after being tied up. You should try it.”\n\nLena reddened at the presumption that she hadn’t. “I’m not a fan of torture. When I feel like getting off, I do. No setups needed, just my hands and a web browser.” \n\n“Don’t get me wrong, quickies are great. I love to cum in the morning after a good night’s sleep. Wouldn’t trade it for the world! But when I have the time,” she said, brushing her fingers over the welts on her thighs and ass, “I like a little *extra*.”\n\nLena couldn’t help staring at her hand as Joan traced the rope marks, and hated herself for being so easily aroused. There were boundaries, and her roommate was pushing over all of them. Joan was gorgeous: smooth olive skin, soft muscles that held onto her markings, breasts that hung heavy, and a thin strip of hair that pointed to her otherwise bare sex. Lena was about to leave when Joan reached for her hand. “Stop it, Joan. Just stop.”\n\n“I can’t help being who I am...what I like…*who* I like.” \n\nA warm finger grazed under Lena’s wrist, sliding from one knobby bone to the other. She sat at the edge of the bed and stared at the open door, just a few feet away, give or take infinity. Behind her, Joan crept closer, stroking her arms, shoulders, and sides until Lena shuddered. “Boundaries. Ethics,” she repeated. “We’re just good friends. We-” Joan’s hot breath at her ear stopped Lena dead.\n\n“We could be friends with benefits,” she whispered. Wrapping her arms under Lena’s was difficult without her markings painfully burning, but she managed it, finding the outline of a bra. \n\n“I...I don’t think I can...with another woman,” she mumbled, words becoming difficult as Joan’s roaming hands found more skin under her shirt. “I need sex with a guy!” Lena stood upright and made for the door, then stepped on a model car. She fell on her ass and screamed, holding her stinging foot. \n\n“Oh my god, are you okay?” Joan was quick with a jar of balm and knelt at Lena’s feet. She raised the injured foot and inspected it before rubbing the icy-hot paste into the arch. The smell of camphor and mint filled the room. “I’m so, so sorry. Really, I am! This whole time I’ve been trying to give you some signals and I haven’t been reading yours.” \n\nLena could only look up at the ceiling. The pleasure from the foot massage made her sex tingle. The voice in her head that was, only a minute ago, shouting how wrong this was, faded to a dim echo. Her toes curled reflexively as Joan’s fingers hit new nerves, an express train to her aching pussy. Lena lifted her other foot and presented it.\n\nJoan gasped. “I had no idea!” She repositioned herself so that the injured foot rested on her lap and she could fully work over the other. Using both hands, she pressed into the arch with her balm-covered thumbs and kneaded it. Lena looked adorable, trying to keep a straight face while clearly enjoying the massage. She had an idea. “I want to try something, okay?”\n\n“Whatever,” Lena replied, “just...please...don’t stop.”\n\nMoving closer, Joan raised the feet and planted them on her chest, toes over her nipples. Lena’s knees bent severely but now, her crotch was in reach. Joan pulled the pants down to her thighs and rested her thumb on Lena’s swollen clit.\n\nLena had no idea how badly she needed to feel Joan’s breasts between her toes. Nipples slipped between them, swiping left and right, circling her arches, just as Joan was circling her clit. As she climaxed, Lena accidentally squeezed the nipples between her big curling toes. Only when Joan screamed did she open her eyes to see what she’d done and pulled back her feet.\n\nJoan leaned back on her arms and let Lena’s feet drop back to her lap. “Well I guess we’re *both* learning a few new things today, aren’t we?”\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe following Friday, Lena came home from a long day at work and popped open a beer. She sat at the kitchen table and kicked off her shoes, finding Joan’s bare, bound chest underneath, hard nipples eager for some attention. She stroked them with her stocking covered feet and they both groaned with mutual pleasure, both of them finally finding some common ground.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To truly feed her cum-swallowing fetish, Sarah’s sheepishly negotiates a platonic FWB agreement with her new male roommate. (See more details inside)
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"content": "Sarah was on her stomach, atop her sheets, reading, in just a green t-shirt, black knee socks, and black lace panties, her long, brown hair draped over the sides of her face like a curtain. She tried to review some material for one of her classes, but it didn’t seem that important. She already understood it backwards and forwards, and she was distracted by the porn she had been watching on her phone earlier. A bit of nagging horniness kept tugging the corner of her mind. She’d heard her roommate, Mark, jacking off in his room last night. She pretended not to notice, like she always did, but the thought of him stroking himself off and spurting a hot load of cum had gotten her turned on. She masturbated, like she always did, but there was something tantalizing about having what she wanted so close yet so far. Even as she tried to focus on her book, some part of her was conspiring a way to get her the one thing that she wanted most. She didn’t look up when she heard the door open, but she did kick her feet just a little.\n\nMark was still surprised to find his roommate lounging in just her panties. He had been surprised when she had agreed to move in! He needed someone on short notice, his friend having flaked right before the semester began, and he wasn’t sure that anyone would be willing to move in to the small studio apartment, especially not a girl. Sharing the space with her had been weird, especially when her “bedroom” was the larger, open space of the apartment, even though he’d offered to uproot himself from the partially separated sleeping area, when she’d moved in. They’d become good friends in the month since then, but he still felt a little bit unsure of how to handle her habit of hanging around openly in her underwear. He always made an effort to have pants on, when he was out of the cubicle that served as his bedroom.\n\n“Um… I’m home,” he said.\n\n“Mm,” she answered,not looking up, “How was class?”\n\n“It was… fine,” he said, and he paused, as he put his things down, trying to screw up his courage. “Sometimes, I feel like it’s kind of hard not to look, when you walk around in your panties.\n\nSarah looked at him, smirking, with one eyebrow raised. “Go ahead and look then,” she said, “I don’t mind… it’s actually my second or third biggest turn on.”\n\n“You can’t be serious,” he said. He remembered that she’d been clear about just wanting to be friends and roommates, when she moved in. “I mean… the thing is, I might feel like doing more than look. I’d probably want to jack off, and there’s no way that you’d be fine with me just doing that whenever.”\n\n“I am,” she offered, the idea actually turning her on. “Try it sometime.”\n\nHe chuckled. “Yeah, no way,” he said, as he picked up a pack of ramen. “Is your first biggest turn on me jacking off?” He clearly wasn’t taking her seriously.\n\nSarah found her resolve, sitting up in bed, facing him, her plump breasts revealed, now that she was no longer on her front. There was a flutter of nerves in her stomach, even as she confidently stated her idea. “I think that we should be...” she searched for the right term, “friends with benefits. My favorite thing to do… my biggest fantasy… the subject of all the porn I watch… is swallowing cum.”\n\nHe dropped his ramen packet, the bag of noodles smacking and crinkling onto the floor, “What?” he said, his mouth agape.\n\nShe looked at him evenly. “Now… this is just casual, just something between friends, but I would LOVE to swallow your cum.”\n\nHe was still stunned. “How would this work?”\n\nShe shrugged. “I’m still not interested in having sex with you, but you can look at me all you want, and you can jack off into my mouth, anytime you want, 24/7. Of course, If I decide that I just want cum sometime, then you have to give it to me. I do love to give a good hand job or blowjob, but that’s up to me. I’ll decide what I want to do, if I want your cum on demand.”\n\n“I masturbate at least twice a day,” he said, incredulous.\n\n“I know,” she said, nodding, “You do it in the shower, and you do it in bed, and every time you do it, my mouth waters, and I feel like it’s a terrible waste that all of that cum is going into the drain or some tissues, instead of into my mouth.”\n\nMark blushed furiously, as he realized how often she had caught him wanking. Still, he tried to look her in the face. He had to see if she was just putting him on. Her green eyes were twinkling, as he looked her dead on, trying to get a hold of what she meant by it all. “What do you get out of all this?” he asked.\n\n“I told you,” she said, “I get to swallow your cum. I don’t want you to underestimate just how much I want this.”\n\nBy now, hearing his hot roommate talk about how much she loved swallowing cum, Mark was rock hard. “You’re serious?” he asked, one more time, as he hooked his thumb into his pants.\n\nShe nodded, smiling. Sarah could feel a blush passing over her skin, her pussy starting to tingle with arousal at the idea of getting to satisfy her cum craving, at the idea of getting to satisfy her cum cravings anytime she wanted. She licked her plush, full lips, as Mark tentatively pulled down his pants.\n\nMark’s thick, hard cock sprang out, as he pulled his jeans and underwear away from his crotch in one motion.. He took his stiff rod in his hands, and he slowly started to stroke his foreskin up and down. “I can look at you?” he asked, looking at her already, his eyes tracing over the swells of her breasts in her tight t and her bare creamy thighs.\n\nShe nodded again, giggling, “Look at me; look at porn; look at whatever you want. I’m just your friend who can’t wait for you to cum in her mouth.”\n\nThat very idea did get him going pretty well, and he sat down on the couch some feet away from her, looking at her body and imagining his cock at her lips, as he stroked his thick, heavy member. He had to push through some embarrassment and nerves, doing it in front to her, but he came to find the situation kind of… hot. He felt himself getting close. “I’m almost there!” he said.\n\n“Cum in my mouth then,” she said, and she parted her lips, making a pad with her tongue.\n\nHe realized that he was the one jacking off, so he would have to bring it to her, and he got up, still stroking himself and close to the edge, and he brought his aching cock to her lips, erupting just as he placed the head of his cock on her tongue. He jacked himself off into her waiting mouth, as he came, filling her mouth with his cum, as she closed her eyes in bliss. Groaning and stroking his cock, he milked every drop into her mouth. When she was sure that he was done, she licked the last drops from his cock, and kissed the tip, her tongue still playing over his head.\n\nSarah savored her mouthful of cum, moaning and sighing, as she swallowed it, her fetish for swallowing cum was so strong, that slightly clenching her pussy, as she gulped it down, was enough to give her a gentle orgasm. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at Mark, as she licked her lips.\n\nHe almost got hard again, even as he was breathless and stunned, still weak from his climax. “You’re welcome?” was all he could manage.\n\nSarah smiled and hummed contentedly, as she wiggled in place a little, clearly pleased to have cum in her stomach.\n\nMark caught his breath a bit. “And I can just casually cum in your mouth, whenever I want?”\n\n“24/7,” she replied, smiling.\n\nOver the next couple of days, he finished at her lips every time he jacked off, bringing his cock to her face and cumming into her waiting mouth. She always licked the tip clean and smiled as she thanked him, swallowing his cum every time.\n\nHe was studying at his desk, when she actually came over to him.\n\n“Turn around. I want it,” she said, feeling an especially strong craving for cum that afternoon. He turned, and she pulled down his sweatpants. Without much fanfare, she easily took his cock into her mouth and started to lick and suck on him, as she bobbed her head in his lap. He was groaning in pleasure almost instantly, amazed at her skill at sucking cock, even if he wasn’t surprised. She fingered herself, as she sucked him off, and she too was moaning in pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to get the both of them off, and a powerful climax quaked through her, as he came in her mouth for the third time that day. Sarah swallowed her mouthful of cum, “Thanks,” she said, “That hit the spot!” A little tremor of pleasure and arousal coursed through her as the satisfaction of her cum craving and at how erotic she found the situation.\n\nThe two became closer friends, each thoroughly enjoying their unique friends-with-benefits arrangement.\n\nOne night, Sarah awoke to feel someone shaking her shoulder.\n\n“Open up,” Mark said, stroking his cock near her face, having started jacking off to porn in the middle of the night, deciding to finish in her mouth.\n\nEven in her sleepy state, she was all to happy to oblige, eagerly taking him into her mouth and humming contentedly, as he pumped his cum into her.\n\n“Thanks,” he said, as she sleepily licked him clean.\n\n“Mm hm, thank you...” she mumbled, as he pulled away. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, slipping back asleep to dream of sucking cock and swallowing cum, her nipples stiff, as her hand found it’s way between her thighs.\n\nOne morning, she was feeling especially daring. She had him jack off onto a toaster strudel. He had to hurry, stroking himself furiously. He had friends coming for a study session. She decided to help him out, placing one of his hands onto her large breast, letting him feel her up, as she whispered in his ear how much she needed his cum in her mouth and how much her mouth was watering for his cum. He came all over the hot, strawberry pastry, which she rolled up to keep the cum warm. His friends arrived, and she caught his eye more than once, moaning and taking another bite, the two of them the only ones who knew why she was enjoying the glaze so much.\n\nThey exchanged a secret look, as she finished it, licking his cum from her fingers."
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"content": "He’s passed out at the party. Josh was 20, hot as lava and by all accounts he was hung! But, the problem for Becky was... he was gay. As gay as the day is long. So no low cut top, or flirty chat was going to help her. But she had an itch, and the only way to scratch it was with Josh’s monster dick. \n\nSo, there he was. Passed out at her party. She got a couple of the guys to carry him up to her bed so he could sleep it off. They left, she stayed. She was going to ‘help’ him.\n\nShe pulled off his shoes and socks, undid his belt slowly and slid it out through the loops. Next came the top button, and then the fly. She wiggled the jeans down until Josh lay there in just his electric blue hipster briefs. His giant cock easily visible. Sleeping now, but Becky would wake it. \n\nShe slid his briefs down and discarded them and his flaccid cock rested on his inner thigh. 8” easily already. Not hard. Uncut. Heavy balls dropping below. \n\nShe was wet. Very wet. She resisted the urge to touch herself. She wrapped both hands around the giant cock and gently rolled the foreskin back. She revealed the enormous purple head, and gave it a lick. Yum. \n\nAs she rolled his foreskin back and forth, slowly wanking his unreal dick up and down, he started to get hard. Slowly and surely, his mast gloriously unfurled to a full 11”\n\nBecky was gobsmacked. She pulled out her phone and took some snaps for later. For now, to business. She lowers her head and licked every inch of that glorious meat pole. \n\nShe opened her mouth as wide as possible. Relaxing her jaw. She popped his fat helmet into her mouth. She paused to let her mouth adjust. She started to work up and down. Slowly bobbing her head. Taking inch after inch. She got stuck at about 6 inches or so.\n\nRelaxing her throat as best as she could she pressed on, pushing his prick deeper into her pretty mouth. \n\n7 inches. 8 inches. 9 inches. She couldn’t get any more in. \n\nShe used her hands to wank this beast as she swirled her tongue around his glands eliciting soft moans and Josh’s hips started to buck softly. He was fucking her mouth. \n\nShe slid a finger into his arse and his hips increased in rhythm. As he sped up, she tried to match his thrusts. Massaging his arse and his balls, she felt in a world of ecstasy. He finally grunted and came in her mouth. She swallowed what she could but it kept cumming. Costing her face. \n\nShe left him to sleep and went to clean up. As she went into the bathroom, she heard Josh murmur “thanks Becky, nice work!” As he rolled over and began to snore"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a conversational moment, that's after some passionate sex. Could be wholesome, or tense, or sad, or funny, up to you.
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"content": "Her back arches, her left leg gives a twitch he always thought was adorable. She takes three steady breaths, like she always did when she climaxed, exhaling through her nostrils, her brown eyes shut tight. Their bodies heave and rest while their fluids mingle. His hands, large, rough, were at her hips. Her hands, so lithe and soft, press against his taut pecs. He watched the most minuscule of beads of sweat fall between her breasts. Then his eyes look up at her dark, glistening face. \n\nThey are still.\n\nAfter a moment, she climbs off of his softening member. She takes quick, tiny steps that were practically bunny hops, to the bathroom to clean herself of his seed. His arms go to the back of his head, a movement that was practically automatic by now. He wasn't even conscious that he did it any more. \n\nShe returns, and immediately starts searching for her clothes, strewn about haphazardly around the hotel room. \n\n\"It's on the lamp,\" he says, pointing to the space behind her. She turns, giving him a view of her round bottom. She walks over to the lamp and grabs the panties. She puts them on.\n\n\"Don't say it,\" she said, quietly. \n\nHe says it anyway. \"You don't have to leave.\"\n\n\"You know I do. This isn't right.\"\n\n\"That's your opinion,\" he says, stretching along the bed. She tries not to stare down at the tall Adonis spread out on the hotel bed, his rippling form tempting her to crawl back in, and let him take her again. \"I'm of the opinion we're doing nothing wrong.\"\n\nShe squeezes herself into a pair of blue jeans.\n\n\"We're from different worlds,\" she says. \"What we're doing is wrong. If Michael found out...\"\n\n\"I like the danger,\" he says, smiling. \n\n\"He'll kill you,\" she says, seriously.\n\n\"You're worth it,\" he replies.\n\n\"I don't want your corpse on my conscience,\" she said, finishing with the clasp on her bra. That was typically a sign that the night was over.\n\nHe sighs and sits up against the headboard. Arms folded against his chest he watches her continue to get dressed. She looks into the full body mirror and fusses with her short, curly hair. His eyes fall to the curve of her spine, and are once more on her supple rear...\n\n\"What if we ran away?\" he suggests. \n\nShe laughs, addressing his reflection in the mirror. \"Don't be an idiot.\"\n\n\"I'm serious,\" he says. \"We could disappear. Michael would never find us. No one would.\"\n\n\"Where do you propose we hide?\" she asks, turning around, hands on her hips.\n\nHe shrugs. \"I know of some places. Places not even Michael knows about. I've been here long enough. Or...\"\n\n\"Or...\" she echoes.\n\n\"Or I can defect.\"\n\nHer eyes stare deeply into his, brown on dark green. They are in a war of gazes, and they've reached an impasse. \n\n\"You're not defecting. Not for me.\"\n\n\"Yes for you,\" he says, seriously. \"You're all that matters.\"\n\n\"You just like the sex,\" she says, smirking. \"You don't even know me. Not really.\"\n\n\"You won't let me get to know you!\" he says, incredulously. \"It's always sex, and it's always here. I'm not complaining about the sex, of course...But I'd kill to know you. All of you. I want only *you*. Forever. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.\"\n\n\"You'll go back home, do your job, and forget about me,\" she said, now fully clothed. \"And I'll do the same.\"\n\n\"I'd rather die, then,\" he said, his head bowed low. \"It's not like how it is where you live. Your lot get to come and go whenever. I'm stuck here with all of them,\" he nods to the hotel window. \"Billions of them. You ever hear what they're thinking? Truly awful things. They covet their neighbour's possessions--their husbands and wives. They envy one another's jobs and houses and pets and implants and UGH. They're disgusting. They're filth. They're...\"\n\n\"They're the future,\" she said, quietly. \"That's what this is all about, Asphodel. It's about the humans.\" \n\n\"I hate them, Celeste,\" he grumbled. \"And I hate this dumb war. What do I care who gets Earth? There are infinitely better planets. Besides, our kind don't factor much in the end, do they? It's all amounts to what *they* want.\"\n\nDespite herself, despite how foolish she knows it would be, she walks over to him and sits on the bed. She strokes his head and pulls him to her clothed breast. He does not weep, but the labored breaths he takes say more than tears ever could. \n\n\"If it helps, I really want to go with you,\" she says, sadly. \n\n\"That makes it worse,\" he says. \n\n\"I know.\"\n\nThey embrace again. Her clothes are once more on the floor."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She didn't realize she'd have to go through a 'special examination' to complete the interview.
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"content": "I still liked to do freelance gigs from time to time. Jennifer Carter, the young, blonde trophy wife of a banking executive needed a telepath to accompany her on a “business trip” that sounded more like a party junket. Seemed like a fun gig. She’d called me in to a last minute “Extra interview” at the fashion workshop her husband had set her up with. She was busy when I got there, so I took a seat in the lobby.\n\nWhen you have long legs and thick thighs, they say that you’re not supposed to wear miniskirts, but I never let that stop me. They also say that you shouldn’t have your bra visible, but my breasts were nearly the size of my head, and I could never stand to hide them. The guy sitting across from me, in the waiting room, sure seemed to be appreciating my fashion sense. I had a mile of cleavage on display, my white blouse unbuttoned enough to frame my huge, creamy tits and give everyone a direct peek at my black, lace bra, which was visible through my shirt anyway. My tiny, black pencil skirt circled my tiny waist, snug around my wide hips and round rump. He was staring at my thighs, practically openly. I smirked to myself, feeling a tingle in my pussy, as I recrossed my legs. I licked my plush, red lips, when I saw the bulge grow at his crotch. I could feel his lust, getting hornier myself.\n\n“Valerie Nine?” a voice called, from the next room.\n\nI guessed we’d have to leave things off with a tease… I stood up in my five-inch Mary Janes, and I gave him a wink, as I ran a hand through my brown hair, smoothing my long pixie-cut. He got even harder, and I felt a tingle across my clit. It was delicious.\n\nI headed into Jennifer’s office. He hadn’t told me why he needed me to come in. I was surprised that she wasn’t alone. There was an older guy, very fit, sitting on a couch by the bar.\n\n“Miss Nine… Valerie? Thanks for coming in,” she said, “This is my husband.”\n\nThe old gray fox stood up. “It seems, that if you’re going to accompany my wife on her trip, you’ll be privy to her most intimate thoughts… and given the reputation of telepaths, likely much more.” He approached me. “I propose, that I won’t be paying for your services, unless you submit to a ‘special examination’.”\n\nI raised an eyebrow. “You want to fuck me?” He was being coy, but he was transparent enough, to me. His gaze trailed over my body. He kept his face still but, internally, he was trying to formulate an answer. His cock was already stirring though, as his eyes traced the line of my cleavage. I decided to head him off, in a way he found surprising. “Sure, that’s fair,” I said, and I unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, letting my heavy tits swing free.\n\nBoth he and his wife were starting to blush, as I reached under my skirt and untied my panties, pulling them out from between my thighs. I turned and grabbed onto her desk, casting him a glance over my shoulder. “Go ahead.”\n\n“I… ah… hmm. I hadn’t expected you to be so… amenable” he was surprised, but he was stuck. It was hard to tell which way he was going to go on this, but I was horny enough to be fine with it either way. There was a long pause. “It’s fine. I’ll trust Jennifer’s judgment on this matter.”\n\n“Suit yourself,” I said, shrugging, as I scooped my tits back into my bra. I reached out to Jennifer, telepathically. “How’d I do?” I asked.\n\n“I told him you were bold, but he didn’t believe me. You passed with flying colors,” she thought.\n\nI gave her a little smirk, as I buttoned my blouse."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Forced Cuckolding
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"content": " - Your little sister's giant cock and bottomless libido makes her too dangerous to be left alone with your new girlfriend, but she owes you a favor, so maybe she'll be nice and not steal *this one.* Maybe.\n\n - The princess watches as her beloved prince charming is is ravaged by the evil queen. Even worse, he seems to like it.\n\n - A superhero's arch-nemesis discovers his secret identity, and decides to hit him where it hurts: his girlfriend.\n\n - Kidnapped by orcs, a married couple of nobles are chained face to face only a few feet apart, with a front row view of the monsters railing their spouse, and reducing a graceful, beautiful lover to a quivering, brainless mess."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] In a fantasy world, there is a religious order that sees the female form as sacred. As a result of this belief, the female practitioners of this religion choose to go nude.
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"content": "“Excuse me, miss, I don’t think you should be walking around in public without clothes…”\n\n“It’s part of my religion.”\n\n“I’m well aware of that religion, but it’s causing a stir… could you at least put a robe on, or something?”\n\n“Absolutely not. The female body is sacred and covering it up is not what the Lord would want.”\n\nAs one of the top supporters of the Church for the Sanctity of Women, Alice would not stand for any suggestion that she cover up. She crosses her arms out of frustration, her oversized bust squishing a bit underneath them. \n\n“Not to be rude, but people are staring, and…” the guard pauses, knowing there would be no way he could win the argument. Not against the very stubborn woman he was, admittedly, very attracted to.\n\n“It’s not rude at all,” she replies, her voice and face softening upon realizing that he was caving quite easily. Now she raises her voice, for the witnesses to hear, “And, if anybody is interested, I’m headed to our church right now. Everyone’s welcome if they wish!” \n\nWith that, Alice smiles and gives the guard a little bow before walking past him. His eyes trace her figure as she passes, not really trying to hide it anymore - she couldn’t see him.\n\nUpon arriving at her destination, she realizes that she’s gained a decent sized crowd behind her, almost perfectly half women and half men. She opens the door and lets the crowd in, happy that her religion had gained such interest, although not quite understanding why so many men gave her strange looks. Maybe they just didn’t understand her religion fully.\n\n“Thank you all for coming to today’s ceremony! We hope all of you walk away enlightened, and willing to come back!” Alice calls out, walking around the mix of new and old inductees to the front, where she always gave her lessons. Her two sisters (not really her sisters, their title is as such) join her, one on either side of her, and slightly behind.\n\n“Since there are a lot of new people here, I feel like we should start with the basics of our religion. Sister Mary, could you elaborate on what I mean?” She starts, turning towards the sister on her right and letting her take her place.\n\nMary smiles and steps up, projecting her soft voice across the room, “We believe that the female form is holy, and that covering it up is a sin. So could the women here that are interested in joining our holy Church please relieve their bodies of the sinful burden of clothes?”\n\nTo even Alice’s surprise, all of the women present quickly strip and set their clothes at their feet. Maybe they wouldn’t be a small church like they had been."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Sarah discovers a way to teleport 40+ years back in time into the body of her maternal grandmother, only to discover exactly what a body she had back in 1979!!
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"content": "\"Your grandpa was such a handsome man,\" Nana said, a pleasant smile on her face. \"So tall, so manly! Not like the sort of fellows you see nowadays. No hair anywhere but their heads, all flabby. But my Ted was so...strapping. Worked with his hands. They were always so...\"\n\nHer cheeks reddened slightly.\n\nIt was always nice to listen to stories of my grandpa Ted. He passed sometime before I was born. But Nana was a strong, vocal woman who took care of herself. Took care of us. A real selfless woman who would do anything for her grandchildren. I usually enjoyed hanging out with Nana.\n\nBut today she was having me clean out her attic, and that's unpleasant no matter who you're with. And, of course, none of the other cousins were willing to help. \n\n\"How come you haven't found a man yet, Dana?\" Nana asked. \"You're such a beautiful girl?\"\n\n\"I don't really have the time to date guys right now, Nana,\" I said, putting some old books in a black trash bag to donate to the library later.\n\n\"I'm just saying,\" she said from her spot on an ancient beige, moth-ball smelling armchair. \"You're quite the looker, a lot like I was when I was your age. Of course, I was a lot bigger in the--\"\n\n\"Where should I put this, Nana?\" I asked, quickly, grabbing a blue and white vase of a box labelled \"Decorations.\"\n\n\"Hmmm? Oh, That we can keep. It was a gift from my mother in law when Ted and I got married. Always hated the thing.\"\n\n\"So why are we...Ok,\" I sighed, putting the vase back on box. \"How about this box?\" \n\nI handed her a small, black jewelry box. \n\n\"Oh, lets see, lets see,\" she said, clapping her wrinkled hands together. She opened the top and started pulling out different pieces out--gaudy pearls and earrings, the sort of thing you'd expect a grandmother to wear. Except for the last thing.\n\n\"Oh, I remember this,\" she said, pressing a hand to her face, blushing again. \"This was given to me...well, it was an interesting night. That's all you need to know...Here, why don't you try it on?\"\n\nIt was a necklace. A lot more fashionable than the out dated stuff Nana had in the box. It seemed to be made of bits of shell? Like something she would have gotten at a gift shop in Hawaii or something. \n\n\"Oh, I don't know, Nana,\" I said. \"I wouldn't want to break it...\"\n\n\"Don't be silly. Come here, and I'll put it on.\"\n\nReluctantly, I knelt down in front of Nana, my back to her. She reached around me and brought the necklace to my neck, clasping it in the back. I lowered my neck, but couldn't see it. It was almost like a choker.\n\n\"Now, turn around and lets have a look at ya!\" \n\nI turned around and looked into the smiling, somewhat aged face of my grandmother, into the twinkling hazel eyes. \n\nSuddenly, it felt like I was being thrown backward. I was falling through a long, neon pink and blue tunnel. Images of people and buildings and planes and trains whizzed by me before I came to an immediate stop.\n\nI was no longer in my Nana's attic. I was in some sort of basement with awful beige carpeting and wood panel walls. I seemed to be seated, cross-legged, on a circular bed with sheets strewn about. Sitting in front of me was a man, also cross-legged, completely naked. He had long, curly black hair that fell to his shoulders. He was hairy all over: on his arms, his chest, his legs, his...\n\nI could see his penis. His penis was out, about a foot away from my body. It was long and fat, flaccid. \n\nI fell backwards onto the gross carpeting.\n\n\"Woah, Ruthy,\" he laughed. \"I'm pretty sure it hasn't kicked in yet, love.\"\n\n\"Who are you?\" I demanded, inching away, cringing at the strange, yet somewhat familiar voice that came out of my mouth. \n\n\"Uh...It's Teddy,\" he said, frowning. \"You all right, kid?\"\n\n\"How, how, how did I get here?\" I stammered, getting to my feet. \"I don't know how I got here...My voice...\"\n\n\"Why don't you splash some water on your face, love,\" he said, gently. \"See if that helps?\"\n\nHe pointed to a room just behind me. I stumbled over and opened the door. I searched along the wall in the dark for a light switch. My fingers brushed against something and I quickly flipped it upwards. The room was illuminated and I saw a woman in the mirror, a look of surprise on her face. \n\n\"What...the...\" I said, pressing my hands to the face that reflected back at me. My hair was a lighter brown than normal, closer to auburn. My face was more oval shaped. My lips weren't plump, but thin. On my chest were breasts that were larger than I had by at least a cup size, the nipples much smaller and not as puffy. I noticed I actually had curves now. And I was tall. By, like, a lot. I must have been at least 5'11. My legs were actually long! \n\nBetween those legs was a full bush of dark brown pubic hair. Last I checked, I was shaved...\n\nI was a completely different woman, but not unfamiliar. There was a twinkle in her eyes that I recognized...The face, too, I swore I must have seen in photos. \n\nAnd the strange, well-endowed hairy man called me Ruth. \n\nAnd I was wearing Nana's necklace...\n\nI walked slowly out of the bathroom and stared at the naked man, searching his face to see if a memory of old photographs would make something click. \n\n\"What's your last name?\" I asked.\n\nHe raised his bushy eyebrows. \"Uh...Milton. You know that...\"\n\nMilton. My mom's maiden name. \n\nRuth, my grandmother's first name.\n\n\"I can't believe this,\" I said, pacing the room. \"It must be the necklace.\"\n\n\"Do you not like it?\" he asked, somewhat hurt. \"I mean, I only got it at the market. But it looked nice. And the woman who sold it to me said it had powers...I mean, obviously it doesn't. But it had a nice story--\"\n\n\"I'm not Ruth,\" I said, hysterically. \"My name is Dana. I'm from the future.\"\n\nHe perked up. \"Oh, role play, huh? That sounds good to me. Who should I be?\"\n\n\"You're my grandfather!\" I said.\n\nHe frowned. \"That...that isn't going to work so much. How about if I'm a rich business man?\"\n\nI reached around my neck and struggled to unclasp the necklace. I removed it from my neck and waited for the pulling sensation to come. \n\nIt didn't. \n\n\"No, no,\" I said, growing anxious. \"I can't be stuck here. I can't!\"\n\n\"Hey, babe, look, you're having a bad trip or something,\" he said, standing up and walking slowly over to me. He must have been like, 6'5. His shoulders were so broad when he stood up straight. He had a scent on him that reminded me of early summer. He put his hands on my shoulders. I didn't brush them away.\n\n\"We'll just sit down for a sec. I'll get you a glass of juice and put on the Who. I think that would be nice. Ok?\"\n\nWearily, I nodded, and let him guide me to the weirdly shaped bed. I slumped onto the mattress while he climbed the stairs out of sight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All women have a secret, their boobs can talk only the women they're attached to can hear, but it's common knowledge among the female community that they all do. Just for some reason it's been collectively decided to keep this a secret form men...
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"content": "“Did you hear something?” Brendan asked.\n\nDespite himself, he kept hearing some sort of muffling.\n\n“No?” Nina replied. She continued writing the notes for their conference call. They were videoconferencing, again, and Nina opted for a more relaxed dress code. A cardigan and a rather low cut tank top.\n\n“I think it’s your microphone, could you adjust it?” Brendan asked.\n\nNina lifted up from her chair and adjusted the lid of her laptop. Brendan noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. It seems he wasn’t the only one forgoing his clothes for work these days, though mostly he’d stopped wearing pants. It was maddening. He knew he shouldn’t stare, it wasn’t right. But they were just there...barely covered in a low scoop neck in tight sheer fabric. And they were now pressed against the webcam.\n\n“Did it work?” Nina asked, the frustration creeping into her voice. \n\n“Idiot.”\n\n“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Brendan asked. There must have been a lag in the video, he didn’t see Nina’s mouth move.\n\nNina blushed. “No, I didn’t say anything, we should probably talk about our plans for next quarter.”\n\nThey continued on their discussion, but Nina was increasingly distracted. And Brendan wondered if Nina had roommates, because he could hear two voices in the background.\n\n“He’s awfully cute.” \n\n“How’d you know? You’ve never gotten a proper look at him?”\n\n“It’s not like this fabric isn’t see through, he can see us as well as we can see him. Look how much we’re poking out!”\n\n“Stop it! You’re going to get her fired.”\n\n“Oh, Nina’s a big girl. She knows what she’s doing. Why else would she be showing us off at work- of all places.”\n\n“Could you tell your roommates to keep it down?” Brendan asked. “It’s a bit distracting.”\n\n“Oh we know what’s really distracting you,” One of them replied saucily. \n\n“Excuse me!” Brendan shouted. “I don’t think this is working out. Please tell them to leave or we will have to reschedule.”\n\nNina paused. “There isn’t anyone else here. I’m alone. What did you hear exactly?”\n\nBrendan blushed. “Maybe I’m imagining things. Been cooped up all day, I guess.”\n\nNina looked skeptical. “Tell me.”\n\nBrendan sighed, then sheepishly recounted what he heard, much to her surprise.\n\n“You can...hear them.”\n\n“Yes, we’ve established that.” Brendan replied. He frowned. “Hear who?”\n\n“Um, my breasts.” Nina answered, looking down. “Has this happened before?”\n\nBoth had fallen completely silent.\n\n“Well, not until recently. I saved some lady from choking. Turns out she was a witch and gave me something she called a boon? Basically now I’m a boob whisperer.”\n\n“Oh.”\n\n“Yeah. It’s not that useful. Mostly they just shout obscenities at me.” \n\n“Can you hear mine now?” Nina asked.\n\n“Stop jerking us around and take off your shirt! I want a better look at this guy!”\n\n“You said it left. Boob whisperer, what a chump. I’d bet my nipple he’d be lousy if we had our way with him.”\n\n“But it’d be fun smothering him, huh right? Bet he’d never see it coming if we smacked him in the face.”\n\n“Yeah,” Brendan laughed, “they’re awfully chatty.”\n\nNina bit her lip. “You know, there’s only one way to shut them up.”\n\n“Oh?”\n\n“You have to keep them busy, or covered. I’ve found they usually stay quiet if someone puts them in their mouth.”\n\n“Do you have anyone who would be willing to provide such a service?” Brendan asked playfully.\n\n“I think we should continue this meeting in person, don’t you?” Nina replied with a wink, turning off her camera."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Porn from 2050
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"content": " \n\nMike had had to work late on Friday and was coming home later than usual. He’d been in an odd state of mind recently, anxious about work and other things. He was looking forward to getting home and relaxing a bit over the weekend. The train was coming up on his destination, so Michael stood and got ready to leave. The advertising boards in the train had started playing a longer ad – it was after the 10:00 PM watershed, so they were basically unrestricted. Pornographic scenes played, all cut together - a cute young woman fellating two men next to a swimming pool. Another woman laughing and posing while stroking a man’s erection. Advertising the new season of “Wanna be a Pornstar?” \n\nHe watched the ad – the first woman was back, going down on a blonde with every sign of enjoyment. He swallowed, feeling heat in his face and throat. He was getting turned on, which was awkward in a commuter train. He looked away from the screens, tried to distract himself… there was a woman with spiked blue hair, cute and slender… either she’d won a metaphorical genetic lottery, or else she’d had work done. He wondered what she was like… she was dressed for clubbing, spikes and leather, dressed like a domme but too cute and tiny to fit that role’s stereotype. He wondered what she’d look like wearing a lot less, what she’d taste like if he went down on her. Not helping. He closed his eyes, swallowed, and tried to focus. Succeeded. But decided he’d take care of things when he got home.\n\nHe was hard by the time he reached his apartment. He went for the office, closed the door behind him, and switched his earbuds over to the flat screen. He started with the typical hub sites, checked them for anything interesting… he made himself comfortable. He opened one of the bukkake news channels, had it running in the background. A chubby, middle-aged, blonde was trying to keep her composure and deliver her analysis of developments in the European Union while being fingered. She was already down to white lace panties, white stockings and sensible black flats. He liked this channel – their selling point was that their women had all worked as “real” newscasters in the past, which added something to the thrill. He supposed they might also have a better quality of reporting, although that was a secondary consideration. Things would be getting serious soon, he wondered what they’d do with her. He didn’t think he’d seen her before – was this her first time?\n\nOn to the next thing while she got hot and bothered. They’d brought out some sort of vibrator and were toying with her. Some ads played, trying to tempt him: a Canadian Olympic athlete had just released her first DP scene, and he liked the trailer. It intercut footage of her as an athlete with the fucking and concluded with her on her knees blowing two men, naked except for her silver medal around her neck. She was grinning broadly when her partners came on her face; when they finished, she held up her silver medal (women’s 10,000 meter) and kissed it with cum on her face:\n\n“Next time Gold – and double anal!” No wonder she was getting strong promotion, that shit was hot. He skipped away from the next ad, went to check Wikipedia – who had been the first Olympic athlete to do porn, and when had it made the transition from something shady for those whose careers were over to something almost normal? The Wikipedia detour was fascinating enough to get some of his attention. He was just so much of a goddamn nerd, wasn’t he? He closed the articles and went back to serious masturbation when the news bukkake reached its climax, ten or twelve men ejaculating on her in rapid succession while she was already a mess. They had her hold her eyes open while they came on her face. When they’d finished, she twisted her face into an enormous, obviously fake, grin:\n\n“Thank you, gentlemen. This is Charlotte Halsey, taking your cum.” Hot. So fucking hot. He imagined cumming on her himself. Thought about that, let ads pop up with trailers for recommendations… some CGI content, taking advantage of laws that meant rights to a likeness lapsed after someone had been dead long enough. If you’d ever wanted to see Marilyn Monroe or Madonna take a gangbang, you were in luck. He supposed it was good as a novelty, but it wasn’t really his thing, most of the time. There was a trailer for “Wanna be a Pornstar?” and that had his attention a moment. He liked the group scene, all the contestants lined up and lifting their skirts to flash the camera, eagerly shouting in unison: “I wanna be a pornstar!”\n\nHe clicked through a couple options, edited preferences… a Ukrainian series, small groups competing for who could covertly fuck in the most public place. Mildly amusing, they had a shot of a policewoman breaking down in laughter when she caught a trio going at it in a fountain that had been drained for the winter, right in the middle of a public square. The fact that they didn’t show her joining in suggested it might have actually been a real policewoman. Next… \n\nAn American porn series that included enormous disclaimers that it was all staged with actors. “Rape Van,” a group of men roamed a city in a van, looking for women to abduct and rape. Not quite what he was looking for. It did send him off on a tangent though, calling up classic content from Bang Bus. Very tame, compared to the modern imitator, but he liked it more. Content from the dawn of internet pornography, like erotic archeology. That sent him looking for some of the erotic art recovered from Pompei, proving again that he was a fucking nerd. He got back to actual hardcore by way of the work from an artist who used classical academic painting techniques to create pornographic oil paintings, recreating porn scenes or inventing her own. He liked her work and her concept and was pleased to see that she was getting a show at a major gallery in Chicago in the not-too-distant future. Maybe he’d go check out some of her paintings in person. There was always a demand for genuine human-made art, and if someone’s work became fashionable they could make a good living from it. He hoped that was true of this artist, too – Alice Khan, make a note of that name. One of her paintings got his attention and made him think of the girl on the train earlier that day: it showed a naked man receiving oral from a kneeling, fully dressed, woman who leered up at him. He wondered if the artist had painted that scene from life, thought about the pixie girl he’d seen on the train, imagined her in the position of the woman in that painting. Seriously hot. He came at that moment, taking himself by surprise with the suddenness of the moment. He kept the painting on screen for a long moment as he savored the moment, then started thinking of weekend plans. He’d shower and cook something nice for dinner, and then… maybe he’d go out clubbing this weekend. He smiled, feeling relaxed and content in the post-orgasm haze. Good start to the weekend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alien xenobiologist represents the first of her species to study humans in person. Her human liaison is a like-minded woman from the Earth Science Directorate, and she has invited her to an exciting cultural pastime they seem to refer to as "Netflix and Chill."
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"content": "\"So, you know... how do you do it?\"\n\n\"Do what?\"\n\n\"You know, it...\" Alice, the human, gestured at her lap.\n\n\"Sit down? Bend at the waist? I'm neither a medical professional or a biologist, but I suppose I can tell you the basics about how our system of joints work.\"\n\n\"No, not that! The other thing, you know...\" The alien made some sort of twitching motion which, it had been established, was equivalent to a human shrug:\n\n\"Oh! I think I know what this is! You humans have taboos about these topics, so you've been too nervous to ask directly! Well, I can help. We eliminate waste by - \" Alice cut her off, frustration building:\n\n\"No! The other taboo!\" Frowning:\n\n\"Cannibalism? Incest?\" \n\n\"No! Sex, just plain fucking!\" \n\n\"Oh! Oh, of course. Let me show you...\"\n\nA couple hours later, as the two scientists lay in a tangle of sheets and various bodily fluids, Alice let out a satisfied human sigh. Her clit would be sore, and she felt as if she'd just finished running a marathon. This alien species had a fairly normal mouth for breathing and speaking, but their digestive and respiratory systems were entirely separated. They had a little tube that they used to suck in fluids, which extended from their throat...\n\nWhich, it turned out, was capable of clitoral stimulation like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She'd had amazing orgasms, several of them, before she'd had to plead with her partner to let up. The alien had seemed amused - given the separation of the systems, and the nature of their eating habits, she could have kept up the stimulation for another hour, maybe more, without discomfort. Returning the favor had proved interesting - the alien had something like a clitoris, but it was larger than a human one, and they could not comfortably be sucked with the feeding tube. So her human lover's oral ministrations had been her first experience of oral. She'd enjoyed the clever teasing of a human tongue, pressing Alice's face down between her legs and groaning like a chainsaw in the throes of passion... and in the end, they were both exhausted and extremely satisfied. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe alien made that noise like a chainsaw again, probably signaling contentment, followed by:\n\n\"That was great, but I am still confused about some things from your species' cultural practices around this activity.\" Alice frowned:\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"Why do you associate this activity with food so much? And why some of the specific foods? Popcorn and soda or coffee...\" Alice felt her frown deepen:\n\n\"Popcorn and soda? What do you mean?\" The alien explained:\n\n\"Netflix and Chill, 'come over for a movie,' 'come up for a cup of coffee'...\" Alice sighed:\n\n\"Just euphemisms, that's all. Ways to indicate sexual interest without saying it outright, given the taboo.\" The alien paused for a moment before replying:\n\n\"Ah. I see. Too bad - I brought soda, since we could have shared that.\" Alice considered this for a moment:\n\n\"Soda could be nice. Show me what you have, we can rehydrate and catch our breath before we try round two.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Faries, AKA a higly willing living fleshlights.
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"content": "He had endured six years of intense physical and martial training. When he had finished, he'd hoped for an exciting assignment... or failing that, a comfortable one. In the end, he'd gotten neither. The island was fertile and wooded, but small and without permanent human habitation. Well, without permanent human habitation until a longboat had dropped off one very miserable newly trained Sword Brother, with supplies for a year and instructions to winter over and watch for foreign ships. They'd left him a pair of enchanted glass rods; if he saw ships he was supposed to break one and far away a wizard would be alerted that he'd seen something. The knights could prepare to repel raiders, the villages could be better protected and everything would be fine. Except that there hadn't been a raid in years, things were peaceful in the north. And he was looking at a long and lonely year alone.\n\nIt had been nearly a month before he'd realized that there were fairies living on the island. He'd spent the time repairing the cabin he'd be wintering in and cutting fire wood. Trying to keep busy, trying to keep sane. The first one he saw was a young woman, skimming along the shore waters hunting for fish. She'd given an excited cry and dived down to spear her target, and he'd heard her shrill, high-pitched, voice. He watched her claim a fish nearly as big as she was, and fly off with it, and he remembered hearing about fairies... how much stronger and more resilient they were than you'd expect, for one thing. Back in civilized lands, fairies were rare but he'd seen a few of them. He wondered if he could attract them, wondered if they spoke any language he knew.\n\nThe next time he caught a fish, he went down to the shore where he'd seen the fairy, laid the fish on a flat stone and called out to get their attention. Three of them appeared almost at once, a male and two females, all with wings like butterflies or moths... they made the fish disappear in a moment ,and one of the females came over close to him and seemed to examine him. He smiled at her, returned her gaze. It looked like she'd fashioned crude clothes from birch bark and a squirrel skin, decorated with feathers. She startled him when she spoke:\n\n\"Do you have bread?\" He considered this for a moment, and offered her a piece of hardtack in an outstretched hand. She took it, and gobbled it down with more enjoyment than he thought hardtack deserved. A moment later: \"Any more?\" He knew fairies were ferocious eaters, they needed a lot of energy to keep their wings moving and themselves in flight. He supposed they lived on meat and fish, maybe nuts and berries out on this island... there were no peasants to grow grain, and he didn't imagine that the fairies would be much good at farming. So probably they didn't have much chance to eat any sort of bread, and would enjoy his hardtack as a novelty. He smiled at her, offered the other part of the twice baked biscuit along with a question:\n\n\"What's your name?\" She ate it before answering: \n\"Silver. Call me Silver.\" He kept smiling:\n\n\"And how did you learn to speak my language, Silver?\" She didn't say anything, just flew off to wherever the others had gone. He was a little saddened by the whole affair - this had been the closest he'd come to speaking with someone else in more than a month. That night he made an extra effort, to secure his food from little winged thieves."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She didn't have enough money to pay her share of the rent, so she reluctantly made her roomates an offer.
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"content": "\"Listen, you cover my cut of the rent, and I'll... fuck, I'll do whatever you want.\" Sara swallowed, looking between her three housemates. Tyler was already on board, she could see, the barest hint of a feral look in his eye as he leered down her top, quickly restrained when she caught his eye. Elaine and Paul, however, were going to be harder to convince. The couple looked at each other, then down to her, then back again, a wordless conversation taking place in the awkward silence as Sara squirmed. \n\n\"Whatever we want as in the chores, or...\" Elaine asked, her voice trailing off suggestively, an eyebrow raised.\n\n\"Sure. Just- anything. I'll clean, I'll do- I'll do whatever you tell me to, just please cover this for me.\" Elaine's gaze didn't break, and Sara swallowed hard, realizing she was going to have to say it out loud. \"I'll be the house slut, if you want, too,\" she said, her voice weak and blood quickly rushing to flush her cheeks. The couple made eye contact again, a smirk curling over the women's lips that made Sara shudder.\n\n\"Deal.\"\n\n---\n\nIt had taken about five minutes for Tyler to grab her by the hair and force his cock down her throat. Not that she minded the rough treatment- she'd take a little force over missionary any day- but the lack of restraint was alarming as she choked and gagged on his thick cock, her shirt off, in the middle of the living room.\n\n\"Took you long enough,\" Paul's voice said casually from somewhere around the kitchen area as Tyler grabbed her head and held her lips flush with his pelvis. His face split into a wide grin as he turned to look at where his friend was casually pouring a glass of water, ignoring her thrashing as she realized she couldn't breathe. \"And here I was thinking you'd started to show some restraint.\" \n\n\"Fuck, if you could feel this whore's throat right now, you wouldn't be lecturing me on restraint.\" After a few more moments, he pulled the choking girl off his cock and let her fall to the floor, mascara streaking her cheeks. His hand worked his cock as he looked at her, chest heaving and drool coating her chin.\n\n\"Sit back up, slut, I want to cum on your face,\" he grunted, his hand moving faster until spurts of the thick, white liquid burst forth to drip down her face and hair, marking the start of her time as the house slut. \n\n---\n\n\"Sara,\" snapped a furious voice, jolting the woman up from where she had been lounging on the couch playing video games. The door slammed behind Elaine as she kicked off her shoes and grit her teeth, glaring directly in Sara's direction. \"Clothes off, bend over the arm of the couch. I had a *shit* day,\" she snarled, storming off to her room. The house slut pressed her lips together before putting her controller to the side and slipping off her shirt and pants, leaving on the lacy lingerie she'd been instructed to wear around by Paul earlier. Slowly, she positioned herself over the piece of furniture and obediently waited. \n\nElaine stormed back in, her own shirt off to reveal a simple black bra and holding a cat-o-nine in her hands. \"I don't stop if you say 'stop', you hear me? You can beg, plead, but the only way I stop is if you say 'red'. Got it?\" \n\n\"'Red' means stop, I got it.\" \n\n\"Good.\" With that, she briskly walked around the back and Sara immediately felt the sting of the tails landing painfully hard on her ass, one cheek, then the other in quick succession. She cried out in pain, feeling the red-hot heat of blood rushing to the impacted area as the lighter blows started to hit her, the quick and easy spin of the implement building up light slaps on each cheek, alternating in an irregular pattern. For a moment, she let herself get lulled into complacency when two more sharp blows landed, making her scream and arch her back.\n\n\"Stay on your toes, now...\" The blows started to shift down to her upper thighs, hard and soft, hard and soft, the soft hits decreasing in frequency as one hard blow landed after another, travelling up and down to hit each part of her asscheeks and thighs, making Sara grit her teeth and clench her fists as the pain and the heat from the blows built. \n\nAnd then suddenly, the blows stopped. For a long, drawn out moment, it was just cool air meeting the stinging red heat of her backside. Slowly, she let out the breath that was clenched so tight inside of her, the grip of her fists loosening. Then, gently, the light, soft slaps started again, waking up the pained, sensitive skin in a way they hadn't before. The house slut let out a slow moan, feeling it traveling through her and building the bruises she'd be wearing for the next few days, feeling the intensity rise and fall again and again until Elaine put down the tool and gently ran her hand over the tender flesh. \n\n\"Good girl,\" she said, sounding lightly out of breath as she gently stroked the sensitive area. \"You can get up now, I'm done.\" \n\n\"Ow,\" Sara complained as she stood up and pulled on her shirt again, leaving her pants off so her ass wouldn't hate her as she sat down on the couch again, wincing before grabbing a controller and offering the other to Elaine. \n\n\"So, what are we playing?\" the other girl asked, flopping down next to her as though nothing had ever happened."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Epic pranks (GONE SEXUAL)!!!
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"content": "My moment has arrived! Let's do this:\n\nStealing her clothes while she was washing up in the bathhouse to mess with her was the plan, and you wholly expected to get a little too close for comfort to the business end of her blade for doing this. \n\nBut things took a very unexpected turn when she not only started to sneak through the building, but seemed to be rather aroused as well.\n\nSetting: Modern Fantasy\n\nNothing too campy, but I do like the idea of some friends engaging in shenanigans and getting more than they bargained for (usually in a rather comedic way)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You accidentally sent a picture to your hot friend instead of the random you were flirting with. You got a *very* sexy picture back.
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"content": "It had been a complete accident, and a moment after she'd done it, Alice had seen exactly how it had happened and at least two ways she could have prevented it. Which was not much comfort for her, as she stared at her phone in horror.\n\nMike Chen had been the cute Asian guy she'd been texting for a couple of days, they'd met up at a wine bar and almost ended up going back to her place, but she'd had something early for work the next day, and it hadn't worked out. They'd agreed to meet for drinks again Friday night, and she'd been teasing him... she'd decided to send him a sext while she could blame it on the wine... she'd taken a pussy shot, checked that it looked OK and sent it with a little text - \"Fill me up Friday?\" It was probably the most risqué thing she'd ever done... and then she'd seen who she'd sent it to.\n\nShe'd typed Mike Che - and the autocomplete had called up the Mike from Chemical Supplies as the first result, since he was an older contact and she'd texted him more over the years. She'd just sent a photo of her pussy, lips slightly parted, to a work friend. Someone she'd known for nearly six years since she started working there while she was still a college senior. What would he think? Visions of HR danced through her brain, long meetings and humiliating discussions ending with her getting fired. Oh God... she tried to think of something to write to him, but he texted back first:\n\n\\- Alice? We need to talk.\n\n \n\nWe need to talk. What sort of conversation would they be having?\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe got in even earlier than she'd planned to the next morning. She'd stopped at Tim Hortons on the way in and picked up coffee. If she was going to have such an awkward conversation, was going to have to apologize for that, she could at least offer him a coffee to start. She still hesitated for a long moment after parking her car, not wanting to go in. She considered leaving, quitting via email. But no, it wouldn't be fair to Mike, wouldn't be fair to her colleagues. So she'd go in there. She took a moment to adjust her makeup using the car's mirror, she was wearing a nice charcoal grey pant suit she'd gotten on sale a week ago... it was new, and it made her feel good to be well dressed and looking her best when she was about to go into an awkward situation. Checked her hair, realized she was looking for excuses to avoid going in. Sighed, and opened the car door.\n\nNormally, she went in through the loading dock. It was the quickest path to her desk, but she'd walk past Mike's office. Well, she'd wanted to talk with him. Had come in early to talk with him... so she went to the loading dock.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe was right there at the door to his office as if he'd been waiting. She smiled at him, and pushed past him, she wanted to have this conversation in private. She heard him close the door behind her, and was glad that he understood. She put the coffees on his desk, took a moment to compose herself, then turned around... Mike had his cock out, and it was hard. Alice blinked for a moment, looking at the cock. For whatever reason, the first thought that went through her mind was: Now you know he isn't circumcised. A moment later she met his eyes... he was grinning:\n\n\"Well, seems only fair - you showed me yours, I show you mine.\" She almost laughed, managed: \n\"Mike...\" He did a little stretch, and his polo shirt came off. She'd seen photos on social media before, but hadn't seen him shirtless in person. He was a swimmer, and had the muscles to show for it. She had enjoyed his company for years, but hadn't thought of him as a potential sexual partner - he was a work friend, a colleague... and kinda cute. He was smiling at her, his hard cock was pointing at her like a compass needle towards the north. She smiled, considered the situation... and a moment later she was on her knees. This wasn't quite how she'd expected their conversation to go, but she had to admit, it could be worse.\n\nShe started slow, making eye contact as she took his cock into her mouth. It was a little different, blowing someone who was uncircumcised. She tried using her tongue to play with the foreskin, and he seemed to like that. She started to go faster, take him deeper, and it was hard to maintain eye contact when she did that. He started to groan, she wondered if she had surprised him by taking his cock in her mouth so abruptly. Well, what else was he hoping for, taking it out like that? She kept sucking. She felt his hands on the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair, and his touch was... was kind of nice, a sign of his appreciation, like the occasional breathless groans he made. She would have smiled, if she hadn't had his cock in her mouth. \n\nShe wasn't sure how long it took, before she felt him tense up. She thought about switching to her hands, maybe jerking him off into the trash or... or... no. She also couldn't let him cum on her face, her clothes were nice enough that she didn't want to risk a stain, especially when there wouldn't be time to go home and change. So in her mouth it was.\n\nShe tried her best not to gag when he came, it was not as bitter as some men's cum had been, but there was a lot of it. She had a moment to realize it was swallow or stain... so she swallowed. She swallowed it all, and kept sucking for a moment longer to make sure that he was done.\n\nWhen she got up off her knees, Mike sat on his desk and made a sort of satisfied noise that made her think of a cat purring in contentment. She cleaned the saliva off her face with a Kleenex, letting him know that she'd brought coffee while she did. He was smiling at her, metaphorically floating in post-orgasmic bliss:\n\n\"Coffee and a blowjob? What did I do to deserve this?\" She looked at him, shirtless with his swimmer's body on display. Thought of the in-jokes they'd developed over the years, and the times he'd helped her out when she'd needed it. She could do worse.\n\nShe smiled at him, wondered what sort of lover he'd prove to be when they had more time, and could try things where she didn't remain fully clothed:\n\n\"If you're very good, one day I may tell you.\" He laughed, and sipped his coffee.\n\n\"Before you go... it's Thursday, not Friday, but... would you like to get a drink tonight? After work?\" She nodded,\n\n\"Sure. Think of somewhere nice that we can go. I've got an early meeting to get to... and for some reason I will need to stop and fix my makeup on the way.\" He laughed, and she found she liked his laugh. She left with her cup of coffee, and on the way to the bathroom she took out her phone and pulled up the text conversation with Mike Chen. She made double, even triple, sure that she was about to text Mike Chen, and not the Mike from work:\n\n\\- Sorry, looks like something has come up. Don't think it will work, sorry.\n\nIt probably wouldn't - after all, he wasn't even her favorite Mike, when she got down to it. Speaking of which... she decided to give her Mike a little treat. When she'd locked the door behind her, she got her tits out and took a photo, then sent it over. \n\nShe was walking to the meeting when she felt her phone vibrate, Mike responding to her photo... she got the phone out to check, saw that it was Mike Chen:\n\n\\- What gives? You break up then send a picture of your tits?\n\nShit. She'd have to be more careful, sending messages like that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Welcome to The Bump, the trendiest new club in town. Customers can enjoy the most delicious breast milk in the world, direct from the source
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"content": "My breasts were really getting huge. Drying them off, after my shower, I looked at them in the mirror, and they were easily the size of cantaloupes. They were heavy in my hands, and even though I’d emptied myself in the shower, I could already feel them starting to fill with milk again. I’d be full to bursting by the time I got to work… I sure looked healthy though. My skin was almost as creamy white as my milk, and my breasts were capped with big, stiff, dark-pink nipples. My hair had been growing extra full and silky lately, still black with streaks of platinum blonde, parted by my white horns. My body was hairless from the neck down.\n\nI used to have a modest chest, which was almost unheard of for a cowgirl, but the way that my breasts were ballooning, I’d be bigger than my sisters before Christmas. I couldn’t deny how good it felt, though, and I’d already started to grope myself, even before I was finished drying off. The special shakes that the club gave us to boost our milk production really did the job, and it wasn’t just my breasts that had been getting bigger. I used to have a trim, athletic, almost boyish figure, but the shakes had brought a ton of weight gain and basically a second puberty. My body had become plush and curvy, as my muscles had been covered up by a thin layer of fat. I still felt as fit as ever… I felt amazing, and my tummy was still flat, but my body definitely had a soft look to it. With my big, wide hips, big, soft butt, small, if soft waist, and my ballooning breasts, it was no wonder that I got the patrons going. I worked at a club where they could get breast milk… straight from the source. I’d only started doing it for the money, but I had to admit… I was kind of starting to love it. I could feel my nipples tighten and my pussy tingle at the thought of going in and being sucked, of having my breasts groped, licked, and massaged, while patrons sucked on them...\n\nI went to the kitchen to down my booster, a full 24 ounces of what tasted like a thick, creamy weight-gain shake. I had to admit, the taste had really grown on me, and I actually felt hungry for it by now. I felt hungry a lot, but increased appetite was an effect of making milk AND of the shakes. I gulped the rich, sweet mixture down, feeling it fill my belly. It was like melted ice cream but somehow even richer and thicker. I could almost feel my stomach start to round out a bit, by the time I finished the whole thing, and I rested a hand on my soft tummy, feeling it grow tighter, as the shake filled me up. I licked my lips, sighing, with my eyes closed, as I put the bottle down. I could already feel my breasts starting to tingle, and my nipples were getting stiff. They’d told us that the effects of the “Milkshakes” were pretty much permanent, but I sort of didn't care… My tits just felt so wonderful, and I just wanted them to get bigger and bigger. I wanted to make more and more milk… I almost started tugging at my nipples again, before I snapped myself out of it. Thoughts like that were always super intense right after a booster...\n\nDressing for work was easy enough. I put on a pair of black heels, just to be cute, with matching black ankle warmers. After that, I slipped on a low-cut black sundress… and nothing else. There wasn’t really a uniform, but you learned to be practical, and anything that got in the way wasn’t practical. It was girlier than the jeans and tees that I usually used to wear, but it was easy to put on or take off, and with as hyperfeminine as my figure had been getting, it just seemed to fit me better. With a bit of eyeliner and simple red lipstick, I was out the door.\n\nI was right about being full buy the time I got to work. My breasts were practically sloshing with every step, bloated to almost twice their normal size. I was just so… full! I needed to feed someone! Fortunately, one of my favorite customers waved me over, just as I came in the door.\n\n“Alice! Alice! Are you working today?” Lisette called to me, from a booth across from the door. The dark-elf was super excited to see me.\n\nI was already on my way over to her, as my manager shot a glance over the both of us, an indulgent smile on her lips. “I’ll clock you in,” she said.\n\n“Oh my god! I’m starving!” Lisette said, as I came to her. The petite elf had been flat as a pancake when I first met her but, after weeks of drinking my milk, she was sporting quite the plump little bust… hips too, even if her overall figure was still slim. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride. Cowgirl milk was supposed to be especially good for a girl’s figure, after all. It was one of the main reasons why the club was so popular!\n\n“Hi Lisette!” I said, as I straddled her lap. ‘Cowgirl’ was the most comfortable position for me. “I hope you’re hungry.”\n\nShe licked her lips, eagerly staring at my huge bust. “I am!”\n\n“Do you need me to pull the curtain?” I asked, half-gesturing to the thin cloth that could shield the booth.\n\nA subtle blush passed over her brown skin, as she smoothed aside a lock of her long, snow-white hair. She looked briefly at the curtain, then back at my boobs, her mouth watering. “N… no… that’s okay,” she said.\n\nWhen I’d first started, I’d always wanted the curtain drawn, but now I kind of preferred it open. I wanted to be seen. I could tell that Lisette was kind of getting a thrill out of it as well.\n\nI pulled my dress aside, “Drink up!” I said, and the petite elf almost startled me with how suddenly she pulled me to her and pulled my nipple into her mouth. I moaned, as I felt my nipple slide across her tongue and her plush lips close around my areola. She smiled around her mouthful of tit, and she started licking me. The customers liked to play a game of how many times that could make a girl orgasm from suckling her. I had extra sensitive boobs, so it was easy to rack up the score. My milk was already flowing. Lisette brought both of her hands up to my huge tit… touching was totally allowed, and she started to massage it, kneading my breast and drawing my milk out faster, eager to gulp more and more of it down to her greedy tummy.\n\nI moaned and rocked my hips in her lap, as she suckled me. The feeling of her tongue licking and flicking my stiff nipple, as she sucked and groped me was too much, and I was climaxing before she was even done draining my right breast. She got me to cum again, before she switched to the left one, and I was in heaven, groping and massaging my own just-emptied breast, as she gulped down the milk from my other one. My milk production had gotten so high, by this point, that I actually started to draw more milk from my right breast, before she had finished the left! I just moaned with the pleasure of breast feeding, as I rode my fourth climax, already feeling the fifth on the way.\n\nThe petite elf’s tummy was pretty round, by the time she was fully sated, and she sat back in the cushy booth, her hand resting on her slightly rounded belly, sighing and patting her stomach, as she let out a little burp. “Thanks Alice,” she panted, “That really hit the spot.”\n\nAnyone who tried us tended to become a repeat customer, but Lisette was a real milk-addict. It sure seemed to be treating her right. Even as she had only just started to absorb the milk in her tummy, it looked like her own breasts had plumped up just a little more. “Anytime!” I said, “See you tomorrow?”\n\nWith a dreamy look on her face, the increasingly busty elf smiled and nodded enthusiastically."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ever since she started listening to the file, she's been feeling oddly hornier. Everyone around her just seems so much more... "fuckable", and she's struggling to find reasons not to indulge...
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"content": "Once again, Harold Bloom was giving Bethany a headache. She didn’t know how long she’d been staring at the same page, but the cramp in her hand and the messy scribble underneath the pen signaled a need for a break. *11:45 PM. Shit, I missed dinner*, she thought, checking her phone for places still delivering to the dorms. Hot and sour soup and scallion pancakes sounded perfect.\n\nThirty minutes. It seemed like a long time for such a small order. She wondered what could take so long: perhaps they grew the bamboo to order. Her only frame of reference was the Chinese takeout restaurant back home, a tiny hole in the wall of a strip mall, sandwiched between a bank branch that had been turned into a vape store, and a nail salon. She remembered countless times walking up to the counter, smelling the mixture of sweet, soy, and garlic aromas wafting from the giant woks on hell-fired stoves. Bethany remembered the old man behind the counter with the ever-pleasant disposition, how his hair had turned black, to salt-and-pepper, to pale white when she was still in high school.\n\n*I wonder if he ever looked at my breasts?* The thought came out of nowhere, but snowballed into a full imaginary sequence:\n\n>It’s late, no one else is there except me and the old man. As soon as I enter the door, he walks up from the back of the kitchen and sees what I’m wearing. What I’m not wearing. The pink chemise rises above my belly button, one strap hanging off my shoulder already. The pink fabric matches my panties. He can’t stop staring at them. His disarming, obsequious expression changes to something else but I’m so turned on by it. I pull down the other strap and hold my full breasts from underneath, pointing my hard nipples at him. \n> \n> \n> \n>“I’m here for a pick up?” I say coyly, biting my knuckle. I’m standing on one leg, the other one bent and twisting on the ball of my bare foot. Even though I’m blushing and my cheeks are hot, there is nothing innocent about me. I know *exactly* what I’m doing. \n> \n> \n> \n>He comes out from behind the counter, a foot shorter than me and wearing a white, grease-stained apron. His calloused, wrinkled hands grip my waist and hoist me onto the lone table in the waiting area. I can smell five spice and Szechuan peppers on him, a warm hand kneading my breast as he pulls me to the edge…\n\nBethany’s eyes focused on the ceiling light. She couldn’t remember laying down after ordering, nor dropping her and down the untied pajama bottoms. *12:01 AM* The old man vanished from her mind, leaving behind unanswered questions and a wet spot on her fingers. *Maybe I’m attracted to kindness.*\n\nAs she rose, her wireless earbuds fell back on the pillow. The audio file was still playing on her phone, looping back to the beginning. For months, she’d been listening to meditation to help with more restful sleep, but only recently crossed into erotic audio. The darker dramas turned her off, but some performers hit the perfect blend of vulnerable, sensual tones and stories that were engaging, heart-felt. This particular track was the perfect anodyne to a head full of criticism.\n\nThe harsh white light of the shared bathroom stung when she entered to wash her hands. Water splashed on her sweatshirt cuffs, making her pause to pull up her sleeves. Too late, the damp ends chilled her forearms, everywhere they touched her skin. Annoyed and tired, Bethany bent over to splash her face. She thought it odd, to enjoy the bracing water on her face, but loathe the dampness on her wrists. Standing straight, she watched the droplets slide off her chin, forming charcoal-colored dots on her thick top. *Better just take it off.* She used the pullover like a towel, tamping her face, neck and chest, then walked back towards her room, topless.\n\nHalfway to her room, she spotted Michael, backing out of Althea’s room. Curfew was a bitch. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned around and saw her. “Oh! Hey, I’m sorry!” he blurted, averting his eyes. He looked cute, all red-faced and embarrassed, though she couldn’t imagine why. Based on the muffled grunts coming from their room, he must have been up to his eyeballs in tits already. “Do you uh, wanna put on your sweatshirt?”\n\n“Sure.” Bethany tied it around her waist. “Better?” His reaction led her to believe that it wasn’t. “Jesus, Michael, grow up,” she teased as she walked away. *It’s a shame he was so shy*, she thought, *I bet I could ride him all night*. The thought persisted as she closed her door:\n\n>I hear a knock and I know it’s him. Michael must be curious, and I don’t blame him. We’ve been friends for years, neither of us showing *that* kind of interest in each other. \n> \n> \n> \n>“When did your face become so handsome?” I asked, cradling his cheek. It’s coarse and warm, and I want to draw him closer. \n> \n> \n> \n>“Althea…” he mumbles, staring at my breasts.”She’s...she’s gonna…” \n> \n> \n> \n>He’s trying to be a good boyfriend. That’s so admirable. I want to reward him but I don’t know if I want to blow him now and save my pussy for another tryst, or just bend over and be done with it. I practically have to squeeze his fingers around my nipples to get him started. Somewhere in those tight jeans of his is a cock that I want in me. I’m so fucking wet from his touch, from rubbing the hard outline in his denim…\n\nThe knock on the door shocked Bethany backwards and she found herself looking at the ceiling light again. *12:25* Dusting herself off and opening the door, she half-expected to see Michael, but was greeted by a surprised stranger holding a paper bag of food. His loose hoodie was open, barely hiding a dirty shirt and paunch. Holding up a slick finger, she turned around to get her money. *When did I take off my pajamas?* She shrugged at the thought and handed him cash.\n\n“Th-thank you,” he stammered, backing away.\n\nBethany started to close the door when she had another thought. “Wait, are you, uh, hungry? There’s enough for two.”\n\n“No thanks,” he replied from the end of the hallway, then disappeared around the corner.\n\n“Hmm, shame.” She thought he was cute. Slurping her fingers clean, she wiped them with her discarded bottoms and tucked in her earbuds. Bethany forgot about the soup.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A detective investigating a crime in a setting
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"content": "She was a bit of a vigilante, but she got more done on her own then when she had to do things according to the bureaucratic red tape. Though sometimes she has a tendency to get herself into sticky situations, like right now where she's been stripped naked, gagged, and left tied up (ironically enough, in bright red duct tape) in a locked room while trying to investigate her current case. The vibrators that her captors left her with certainly aren't helping matters."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Theme Thursday: Superpowers
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"content": "*This fits: it's from a couple of weeks ago:*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe was calling again. I was tempted not to pick up, but I knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference. He’d still be by… again, and again. The phone had rung five times. I picked it up before it went to voicemail. “Hello?”\n\nHe was straight to the point. “What, exactly, are you wearing?”\n\nI held my mouth still, for a moment, but the words came out. “A tight red sweater dress, size 2, a black lace bra, size 34FF, black, lace side-tie panties, size small, and black thigh-high socks.\n\n“No shoes?”\n\n“No. I’m at home.” I said.\n\n“I’m going to come over for sex. Will you be there?”\n\nTaking my time, I exhaled a long breath. “Yes.” A mild blush passed over me.\n\n“Did you know that I had this call on speakerphone?”\n\n“No.” My blush was heating up quite a bit.\n\n“How does that make you feel?” he asked.\n\n“Embarrassed,” I said.\n\nHe clicked his tongue. “How does that make you feel, in detail?”\n\nMy skin was burning hot, my face totally red. “Embarrassed and horny. My nipples have gotten stiff, and I can practically feel my clit tingling. I’m getting a bit wet, and my vagina is starting to quiver in anticipation.”\n\n“Do you want to know who is listening to this call?”\n\n“NO!” I said, hoping that he would listen, knowing that he wouldn’t.\n\n“It’s the League of Ultras,” he said, “I was just telling them about how I was going to go fuck Lazerlace.”\n\n“Fuuuck...” I groaned, embarrassed beyond belief, as I ran my hand through my bobbed, red hair. Did he have to put the other supers on?\n\n“Lucia?” He asked. “Do you still want me to come over?”\n\nI inhaled for so long that my lungs hurt, pursing my lips tightly together, still though, I spoke, “Yes...” I sighed so loudly that everyone on the other side had to have heard.\n\n“See you soon.” He hung up.\n\nI groaned, even as I felt myself getting hornier. Great. Now the whole super community knew that I was a slut. Lazerlace – super speed, turns into light, shoots lasers, fucks on command. No one took Forthright seriously, at first, with his ability to make people answer truthfully, but his power was incredibly useful. It had certainly proved useful when we first met, and the first thing he said to me was “What would it take to get you to blow me?” I answered, “Not much. I like sucking cock. Now that you’ve asked, if you take me back up to your room and whip your dick out… I’ll probably do it” much to my shock, right in front of Clocknight. He seemed to get off on laying bare just what an easy lay I was, just like he loved making villains reveal their hidden desires and painful truths. It was always kind of a power trip for him.\n\nI considered leaving my apartment. I could be anywhere else on earth in the blink of an eye. I could go to space… But I knew I wasn’t going to do that.\n\nThere was a knock on the door. I didn’t say anything, just staring at it for a long moment.\n\n“Lucia?” his voice called through the door, “Are you in there?”\n\nI hummed and hopped in place, my large breasts bouncing, as I looked at the ceiling, fighting the urge to answer. “Yes,” I called back.\n\n“Are you going to let me in, or not?”\n\nI crossed my arms and pursed my lips, staring at the door, breathing heavily through my nose. “Yes,” I found myself saying, nonetheless.\n\n“How long, exactly, will I have to wait?”\n\nRolling my eyes, I zipped over to the door in a flash of lazer light. I flung the door open. “There. It’s open. Come in.”\n\nHe didn’t have a secret identity. He was just an underwear model by day and a hero by night. His motto? ‘I have nothing to hide, and neither will you. His signature expression? That insufferable smirk on his handsome face. I made a show of rolling my eyes at him, again.\n\nHe smirked even harder, as he stepped into my apartment. “Tell me, Lazerlace, on a scale of one to ten, how good looking do you think I am?\n\nMy nipples were getting stiff, even as I tried to pretend I was eating a lemon. “Eight… point… seven,” my mouth said, regardless.\n\n“I can live with that,” he said, winking at me, as he stroked his chin faux-thoughtfully. “You know… I’m kind of in the mood to have you just grab the back of your couch.” He pointed a thumb, “So I can just pound you like a cheap slut and blow out of here… what would it take to make that happen?”\n\n“Fuck….” I said, as a long sigh, as I struggled with myself, trying to do anything but answer with my mouth, even as I felt my skin blush and my pussy start to quiver with anticipation. I tried to think of other things. I tried to think of just zipping off to Tokyo… “Just grab me by the hips and shove me over there. I’ll probably get with the program,” I said, fully wet and deadly embarrassed at the same time.\n\n“Cheers, then!” he said, and he placed his hands on my small waist.\n\nSliding his hands down to my wide hips, he pulled me over toward the couch. Pushing me forward, at my back, when we were close enough for me to bend over and grab on. I instantly did, arching my back, as he reached under my dress and untied my panties, pulling them away. His hands groped over the backs of my thick, athletic thighs, teasing me, groping near my pussy, groping my round ass. I was writhing in place, chasing his hands, as they moved, trying to catch his hands between my thighs and hold them there, sighing with need and anticipation, as he roughly gripped and groped my inner thighs, the backs of his hands brushing against the lips of my pussy.\n\n“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”\n\n“Yes!”\n\n“Do you want me to fuck you now?”\n\n“Yes!” I shouted.\n\nHis cock plunged into me, rocking my body, as I supported myself on my arms, holding the back of my couch. He gripped my hips with one arm and roughly groped my breasts with the other, reaching under my bunched up dress. He wasn’t gentle or artful, just fucking me hard and fast, his hands roaming over my skin. I rolled and bucked my hips with his, making him hit every sensitive spot inside me, arching my back and moaning, as I felt his cock stretch and slide through my pussy. He fucked me at a steady pace, fast and hard. It was enough though, and after just a few minutes of being carelessly pounded like a whore, I felt myself getting close. The way that my body, and my pussy, was shaking, he could tell.\n\n“Are you about to cum?” he asked, gripping me to him, as he pistoned like a jackrabbit.\n\n“Yes!” I shouted, “Yes! I’m cumming now!” I moaned, as my climax ripped through me. I went boneless, in his arms, as he kept fucking me, letting him hold me up, the continued stimulation drawing my orgasm out.\n\nHe came inside me, letting himself go and pumping me full of his cum, his sperm leaking down my inner thigh, as he draped me over the back of my couch, leaning down over me, as he pulsed the last spurts of his cum into my body.\n\nHe stroked my hair and whispered into my ear, gently, “Lucia, do you really get off on all this?”\n\nI let a sex-drunk smile cross my lips, as I sighed, “Yes.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elizabeth was dared to stay nude for a day and decided to spend it at home. Unfortunately deliverymen and solicitors knocked on her door more than usual.
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"content": "Staying nude for twenty-four hours was supposed to be a piece of cake, but what looked like an easy dare to do from the comfort of home was turning into one of the most embarrassing days of Elizabeth’s life. “Why does drunk-me love stupid bar bets so much?” she asked, to no one in particular. A hot blush passed over her skin as she cradled her large breasts in one arm, futilely attempting to cover herself as she entered her apartment’s kitchen.\n\nBoth the master and trainee plumbers gave her a once-over, obviously appreciative of the soft, heavy pillows that overflowed the blonde’s arm, jiggling with her every movement. The younger man couldn’t keep a little smirk off of his face. “Ma’am,” he greeted her.\n\n“Yes, hi! Hello!” Elizabeth said, her face burning, as she opened the fridge and hid behind the door, grabbing a couple slices of cold pizza and a whole two-liter bottle of soda. Normally she would have heated the pizza up and pored the soda into a glass, but she didn’t dare linger in the kitchen any longer than she had to. ‘Why did her landlord decide that today, of all days, was when he could finally send someone to fix her sink? And why couldn’t they reschedule?’ she thought to herself. She could practically feel the plumbers gazes on the parts of her body that peeked past the door. She was sure they were looking.\n\nShe was right. Both of them were casting glances her way quite often. Tall and leggy, with a soft, plush figure, she really drew the eye, even when she wasn’t naked. The fact that she was strutting around the place all-bare could only be taken as a tip in the form of a free show!\n\nBeth waived to them again, as she closed the door and scooted out of the room as fast as she dared, her body jiggling in all the most alluring ways, as she did. She had barely set her food down, in her room, when she heard her doorbell ring again. “Ugh… first fast food breakfast, then flowers, then plumbers…. What now?” she whined. Resisting the urge to throw something on, she padded to the door and opened it a crack.\n\nA young Asian man greeted her. “Grocery delivery?” he said, unsure of why she was blushing so hard.\n\nAs he started to list the things in the order, she realized that they were all the things that she usually bought, even if she couldn’t remember ordering them. Being a broke grad student, she could hardly afford to pass them up. She opened the door.\n\nThe young man’s eyes went wide. “Oh wow! You’re… just naked,” he said. “You’re very pretty!” he said, honestly, “But I… have a girlfriend.”\n\nBlushing, she sighed and looked him in the eye. “I’m not coming on to you! This was just a dare… I don’t know why everyone is at my place today!” She sighed dramatically and looked at the ceiling, willing herself to leave her body to no avail. It was only when she looked back down that she noticed that the order wasn’t of her usual size. Instead of being one neat bag, it was at least two or three trips worth. Struggling with conflicted emotions over the windfall and the embarrassment, she simply let her hands fall to her sides, the large, rosy-pink nipples of her mountainous breasts coming into view, stiff from both the cool air and something about all of this that she found … erotic, despite herself.\n\nElizabeth simply grabbed as many of the bags as she could and started to shuttle them to the kitchen, pushing through her embarrassment, fully aware that the plumbers and the deliveryman could see her big tits bouncing nude whenever she was approaching them, that they could see her bare ass, and that they could see her sex both from the front and from behind through the gap in her thighs. She didn’t consciously realize that her sex was starting to glisten. It took her three trips to move all of the groceries and, when she was done, she grabbed a fiver from her coffee table and handed it to the driver. “Have a nice daaaaaaay!” she said, affecting the sunniest tone that she possibly could.\n\n“I… I will!” he replied, as he started back toward his car.\n\nElizabeth stood, nude, in her living room, her hands on her wide hips, trying to compose herself, when the doorbell rang once again. With a fluttering sigh, she strode back and simply flung the door open, not even bothering to cover herself at all.\n\nThere, suited in red-and-white striped jackets, was a full barbershop quartet.\n\n“Singing! Singing! Singing! Telegram!” They sang, each man joining the harmony one at a time.\n\nElizabeth was simply speechless. She stood, slack-jawed, simply staring for a few moments, before her hand simply drifted up, limply making a “go on” motion, as if it were being controlled by someone else.\n\nAll your friends at Sadie’s bar, we know that you can take it!\n\nYou’ll blush your way through all your day, but somehow you will make it!\n\nJust keep to your word true!\n\nAnd, in all the things you do...\n\nImagine well our tears of joy as you hear this song naked!\n\nHer expression blank and her face in a hot blush, Elizabeth’s hands started to slowly clap, as if on autopilot, as only one thought drifted through her head. “Yes… this is *the most embarrassing day*...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantasy, Dnd-esque prompts, can ve anything along those lines
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"content": "Feel free to do which ever one of these tickles your fancy:\n\n1. A group of goblins manage to ambush and subdue a lone adventurer and plan on stealing everything she has that they can fit into their sacks. Though she seems to be getting *VERY* into the very simple bondage they put her in, to the point that the goblins are starting to get freaked out over how horny she is.\n\n2. A spell gone wrong causes a busty sorceress to start lactating uncontrollably for a few hours, and an attempt at correcting the problem leaves her and her two traveling companions naked and tied together for the same amount of time, so with nothing better to do the two companions decide to take advantage of their source of fresh milk.\n\n3. The Evil Queen notices how lonely and lacking in self confidence one of her soldiers is, so she decides to personally see to it that he has a memorable night. \n\n4. The party had made a bet with one of their carriage drivers that if they won the dice game the whole 12 hour ride to their destination would be free, unfortunately they lost and now they would have to spend the entire 12 hour ride naked and trapped in some strict predicament bondage.\n\n5. The horny bard had always been causing problems for the party, from literally screwing them out of their rewards to getting them banned from entire territories from fucking the local lord's daughter. Then along came the cleric of the sex goddess and finally the bard couldn't hold claim to the title of \"horniest party member\" anymore. But at least the cleric and bard are too busy screwing each other to mess anything up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] On my knees, cum please.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] On my knees, cum please."
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"content": "She was an accomplished professional, and proud of the fact. She'd published more than anyone else in her PhD program, taken a double doctorate in difficult subjects and was well on her way to a tenured faculty position at a major research university. Publicly, she was a strong woman who made her mother proud. But that wasn't the only side of her.\n\nShe didn't have the time for a full scale relationship, but she had needs. She'd posted discretely on a couple sites and found what she was looking for. The man was safe, she'd found references for him and he knew she'd left a message with a friend that included his name and a picture of him holding up his driver's license next to his face. She was safe, they'd discussed what she wanted and agreed what they'd do in advance. Safe, sane and consensual. As it should be.\n\nWhich brought her here, kneeling on dirty linoleum in a man's apartment, wearing the sluttiest little black dress she'd been able to find, with her tits and ass hanging out. Kneeling and looking up at him. A tall white man with short cropped hair, dressed like some cross between a drug dealer in a Goth club and a Vampire LARPer. He had a gorgeous body and managed to make his dubious fashion choices seem cool, almost sinister in a sexy way. He smiled at her, and she opened her mouth just a little. His smile became a predatory grin, and she felt a tightness in her throat and in her lower back. Oh God, let the sex live up to the anticipation. He spoke, a harsh commanding voice:\n\n\"Open. Suck.\" And she did. He was gentle at first, but only for a moment. His hands ran through her hair, caressing her, before he grasped handfuls of hair. She sucked, and he used her. She sucked, and he went deeper. She started gagging and he drew back just enough, she kept sucking and he went deeper again. He groaned, but did not speak to her after those two words. He was aggressive, and went deep, but it was still more a blowjob than a face-fucking - he would push her to take him further, but wasn't trying to fuck her throat like she was a porn star. She wasn't ready for that, and neither of them thought vomiting was sexy.\n\nIt went on, and she wanted him as strongly as she'd ever wanted any man. This stranger with a dirty apartment, she didn't know what he did for a living beyond the fact he didn't have a criminal record, but she wondered if he was a drug dealer. Wanted him to be a drug dealer, or someone doing manual labor in construction. Some brute of a dropout, some dumb fuck machine who'd defile her. She felt guilty about her fantasies, which added to her excitement. She was wet, but she kept her hands on her knees and didn't play with herself. Part of the scenario was that this was all about his pleasure while he was using her mouth, she wouldn't start touching herself until he'd come.\n\nIt went on, and she kept fantasizing. Imagined what he thought of her. Some stupid slut that needs to be fucked; not a human being but a collection of holes to get him off. She would normally despise any man who thought of any woman that way, but in this moment it was sexy, it added to the fantasy to imagine him thinking of her that way.\n\nIt went on, and she kept sucking. When he was about to cum, he pulled out of her mouth, and spoke again with the harsh voice of command:\n\n\"Tongue out, eyes open.\" She complied, staring up at his cock while he went over the edge and came on her face. He'd aimed for her mouth and most of the cum went in there, but some went on her lips and her chin, another bit on her cheek. None in the eyes, which was good. He was smiling at her with that same predatory grin she'd seen before he'd ordered her to begin. He let her kneel there with his cum on her face for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only two or three minutes. Then another order:\n\n\"Swallow. All of it.\" She complied, and his grin became a friendlier, satisfied, grin.\n\n\"Good girl.\" She felt a tingle in response to his words, was pleased to have pleased him. He gave a faint sigh, then gestured over his shoulder: \"Bathroom's over there. Go clean up and get in my bed.\" She started to do what she'd been told, but then he had to spoil the illusion: \"You want a beer or something? I'll be a bit before I'm ready to fuck you after this.\" She wished he'd stayed in character, but responded:\n\n\"No, thanks.\" She went to get ready, looking forward to round two and hoping he had the stamina to live up to the scenario they'd agreed on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A time traveller goes back to when their parents were younger. The accidentally walk in on how they were made.
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"content": "\"Remember, Mike, don't do anything that will upset the course of history. You have one mission tonight: make sure your parents procreate so that you can be born.\" \n\n\"I got it, Doc. Don't worry,\" Mike said, standing on the tips of his toes to look over the heads of the crowd for his father. \"What are you gonna do in the meantime?\"\n\n\"Mingle, I guess,\" the old scientist said, burying his hands in his lab coat.\n\n\"Mingle?\" Mike asked, staring up at the Doc, confused. \"That's not really conspicuous, is it? Older dude hanging out with a bunch of college kids?\"\n\n\"Mike, it's the eighties,\" the Doc said. \"Nobody bat an eye at an older man hanging around young folk in this decade. Stuff like this will only come up in the 2010s. Besides, it's not like I'm gonna run for President any time soon. I'll just say I'm a professor or something. That should work.\"\n\n\"Alright Doc, if you say so,\" Mike said, getting uncomfortable. \"Guess I'll find my dad then...\"\n\nMike pushed passed the crowd of rowdy college students, many dressed in denim, everyone of them holding a can of beer in their hands. One of them shouted to him, \"Hey, Matt Damon is here!\" That was the first name he thought of when he first ran into the people who would one day become his parents. Unfortunately, his presence threatened their eventual union, which was not a good thing for Mike, whose existence seemed to be up in the air.\n\nThe time traveler caught snippets of conversations: about how odd it was that a guy who used to act alongside a Monkey was now calling the shots in the US, how the commies had spies all over the place. About a new flick about a group of kids who got detention. Topical things like that.\n\n\"This is a weird fucking decade,\" Mike mumbled under his breath, grabbing a can of beer from the table. From across the room he saw disapproval on the Doc's face. Mike raised an index finger and mouthed the words, \"Just one.\" The Doc shook his head and walked out of sight. Mike saw his dad sitting awkwardly on an ugly green couch.\n\n\"Hey, Greg!\" Mike said, grinning and sitting down next to the man who would, if all went according to plan tonight, become his father. \"How's it...uh, shaking?\"\n\n\"Oh, it's fine,\" Greg said, forcing a smile. \"It's just...I don't know, Matt. I don't really fit in here. It's not really my scene, y'know? Besides, I have this test tomorrow morning, and I really shouldn't be drinking. I'm only 20. My birthday's not for another ten months. What if the cops come?\"\n\n\"Greg, Greg, Greg,\" Mike said, shaking his head. \"College is the best time of your life. It can't just be studying all the time.\"\n\n\"But if I don't study, I'll flunk out. And my old man--\"\n\n\"Just drink up, and have fun for once in your life. How about that girl you were telling me about?\"\n\n\"Nadine?\" he asked.\n\n\"No, no. Not Nadine!\" Mike said, annoyed. \"Michelle. I told you, dude. Michelle is your future. You should talk to Michelle.\"\n\n\"I mean, she's cute an all. But I think she has a boyfriend--\"\n\n\"Greg, I don't really care about that,\" Mike said. \"What matters is that you talk to Michelle. Tonight. Alright? That's important. Now, I'm going to go over there and talk to those people. You're gonna find Michelle, you're gonna woo her like I know you can, and then all will be as it should.\"\n\nMike stood up. \"And don't forget the stuff I told you about pleasing a lady.\"\n\nGreg furrowed his brow. \"The thing about the facial?\"\n\n\"No, Greg. No facial. The thing about going down on her. Really loosens the girl up. Calms her. Then you go in there and, you know, finish. That part is important, dude. Finishing.\"\n\n\"I don't know if I want to do that, Matt,\" Greg said, blushing. \"It sounds kind of gross...Besides, I've been worrying about this whole AIDS thing, and I don't think unprotected sex is a good id--\"\n\n\"She doesn't have AIDS, Greg! Jeez!\" \n\nMike walked away from Greg, shaking his head. \"What a weenie.\"\n\nThe rest of the party was rather dull. Movies like Animal house and Revenge of the Nerds told Mike that college in the eighties was supposed to be wild. But these people...They were kind of lame...They really were just talking and drinking.\n\nSuddenly, Mike felt the need to pee. He pushed passed the crowd of people who would one day royally screw up the economy and then spend five years blaming millennials when he turned the knob to what he thought was a bathroom.\n\nInside the room, he saw a beautiful young red head, laying on her back, rubbing her large breasts, while Greg MacDonald stood over her, stroking his dick while semen flew all over the girl's face. The faces of the two lovers turned to see Mike standing in the threshold of the door, mouth agape.\n\nMike suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his chest. His forehead began to perspire and he felt faint. He raised a hand and saw that it was beginning to fade away. \n\n\"For fuck sakes, Greg! I told you no facial!\" were the last words Mike MacDonald ever spoke before completely fading from existence."
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