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Write a story using this writing prompt: It’s been years since your divorce. Your friend is trying to get you to date again, but it’s becoming increasingly clear that they have someone in mind for you.
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"content": "After Deb and I broke up, I slipped into a desperate state. She took 50% of everything, which doesn't sound so bad until you realize that we didn't have all that much, still living in a bachelor pad and barely scraping by, and she left me for a millionaire with several houses and an oil field, and didn't even need, let alone use or even keep, most of the stuff she got out of the settlement. Anything that she couldn't split down the middle as was (and seriously, do you have any idea how frustrating it is to loose half of a pots and pans set?!) got sold, and the profits split in two. Away went my car, bed, half of the lounge sweat, half the crockery set, and even half the cutlery. In case you were wondering, she started out trying to take all the knives or all the forks, but my lawyer managed to wrestle her down to half the knives and half the forks.\n\nSpeaking of which, my lawyer, odd though it sounds, has been my best friend through this entire mess. We were old buddies from high school, reunited after college, and we kept in touch after that, getting drinks at a local bar together whenever we could. When this chaos showed up on my door step with a proverbial shot gun, he missed other better playing cases, and showed up soon after with a proverbial cannon.\n\nWhen everything was split in two, after a few months, I was going insane trying to do anything (what with a saucepan so massive it made for twelve and then some, and a pot so small it made a an egg and a quarter of an onion) he offered to give me a boost off by letting me stay at his place. He helped me sell all of the other crap left behind (pardon my language) and twisted some arms to get me a new job. By the time I left his place one-and-a-half years later, I had saved enough for the down-payment on a house, and he even gave me a proper mattress to boot. He dug into his own pockets to deeply, I was amazed there was anything left there at all, but he still stayed generous, not even asking for payment back.\n\nAnyhow, that leads us up to last Wednesday. We were having drinks at our usual haunt when he brought up the subject of dating again. I remember giving some cop-out answer along the lines of, \"Yeah, well, I don't know. I'm not sure I could handle that again,\" but he was nothing if not persistent.\n\n\"No, just hear me out,\" he convinced. \"Look, I have this friend; not normally your type, but super hot, I mean sizzling. They're young, available, and looking for someone who is getting older, but not so old it doesn't work yet, if you catch what I'm saying.\"\n\nI cringed. \"Getting older? Great...\"\n\n\"I don't mean it like that and you know it,\" my friend shook his head. \"Come on. They like horses, wearing nothing but socks in bed, and playing with toys of the adult verity. Now I hunted out your tinder bio from when we were in high school, and those are three oddly specific boxes marked with a big red check.\"\n\nI laughed. \"Well, I guess you're right. I just have to meet them. What's their name?\"\n\n\"Sugar.\"\n\n\"Sounds like the name of a dancer from such a house of ill repute.\"\n\n\"You'll have to ask that yourself,\" my friend chuckled. \"I'm going to set up a date for you two for Saturday evening. All you have to do is pitch.\"\n\nWith that, he paid and left. There was to be no backing out now.\n\nSaturday morning he sent me a location, an affordable joint in town, priced comfortably between cheeseburgers at Wendy's and the French place no one can pronounce the of down the street. Long trousers were required, and a suit was suggested to impress my date. I went on the safe side and looked sophisticated. I showed up a minute or two early, but it seemed they had too, as I was informed they were already waiting at the table.\n\nThe waitron lead me through to a quiet booth in the far corner overlooking the sea, and showed me which table to sit at. My heart skipped a beat.\n\nBefore me sat a young man in his early twenties, dressed in tight trousers, a simple button up, and a leather jacket, crossing his legs elegantly and idly observing the menu. He looked up, and then stood to greet me.\n\n\"You must be Jake?\" he asked sweetly. \n\n\"I...indeed. And you must be Sugar?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"You look a little,\" he paused, \"upset. Is there something wrong with my attire, or something?\"\n\nI blinked to clear my head. \"No, I'm just surprised.\"\n\n\"Ah. Well, I guess I'm surprised, too,\" he smiled mischievously, \"but definitely not in a bad way.\"\n\nTo that I had no answer. We sat down at the table, and I opened up my own menu. \"Have you ordered something to drink?\" I asked.\n\n\"Not just yet,\" he shrugged, putting his hands over his eyes cutesyly. \"I like to play Russian roulette, and let my fate order for me,\" he chuckled, peering through his fingers.\n\nI opened my mouth to speak, but quickly shut it again.\n\n\"Will you play, too?\" he asked, leaning forward. \"Let me pick your drink?\"\n\n\"Uh,\" I paused, \"Sure.\"\n\nThe waiter returned, and the game was on.\n\n\"I think he'll have,\" my date mused, \"a beer, Castle Lager.\"\n\nThe waiter glanced at me, and I nodded to say 'it's okay'. \"And this young man will have a vodka martini, like James Bond. So, shaken, not stirred.\"\n\nMy date lit up with delight. \"Ooh, I'm looking forward to this! I have never had a vodka martini,\" he laughed.\n\n\"And I've never had a Castle Lager,\" I replied.\n\nI think the waiter was a little worried about us by this point, since he had another waitron keep an eye on us for the rest of the evening, although I'm not sure which one of us he thought was going to hurt the other.\n\nThe drinks arrived, and while I wasn't particularly impressed with my drink, Sugar seemed elated with his. \"Ooh, we'll play for food, too?\"\n\n\"Alright,\" I shrugged. At this point, there was nothing really to loose. I was this far into chaos, and I couldn't get out. \"I am allergic to shellfish though.\"\n\nHe paused, and nodded. \"Okay, good. Well, I'm not allergic to anything except boring people.\"\n\n\"I hope I don't cause a reaction,\" I joked.\n\n\"Oh, but you are,\" his devious smile returned. \"Just a very different one.\"\n\nWas I reading too far into this? Who knew. I had to choose a food for him.\n\nThe waiter returned, and he ordered me T bone, although he did ask me to say how done I liked it. Safe bet, I supposes. I ordered him a steak and crisp salad.\n\n\"You said you don't like boring,\" I reminded.\n\nWe waited for the food to return, and started to talk about this and that.\n\nAt one point I asked, \"So, where do you get the love of horses from?\"\n\nHe replied with a melancholy smile and replied that he did know. \"I've just always liked them, I suppose. You?\"\n\nI nodded. \"I grew up on a farm with three of the darlings. If you're going to pick up after them, you teach yourself to like them. There are few things as rewarding as grooming a horse for months, feeding at, and watering it, and teaching it to obey you, then the sweet payoff of going for a good gallop in the mountains.\"\n\nWe reminisced about horses for a while, and then food arrived. We may have sat a little wrong on the drinks front, but the food was perfect. The night drew to a close, and I paid the bill. The sky was clear and starry, and beautiful. Oh so beautiful!\n\n\"I really enjoyed that,\" I admitted.\n\nHe smiled. \"That makes to of us,\" he grabbed my tie and pulled me closer, intertwining our lips, and forcing his tongue into my mouth.\n\nI felt my hands wrap around his waist as I followed suit, gently feeling out the moist interior of his mouth. He slowly withdrew, wrapping us together for just a moment before pulling away.\n\n\"You know,\" I mused, \"I heard that you like to sleep in nothing but your socks. I don't suppose that's true, is it?\"\n\n\"Would you like to test the theory?\" he offered.\n\n\"Hmm, yes. That sounds like a good idea.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ancients wrought a spell of transformation upon their favorite concubines, granting them enduring youth and beauty, but they never used the magic upon themselves. A naive sorceress who has unearthed the spell soon learns the reason why.
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"content": "\"Sisters, REJOICE!\" Bellowed the young woman, as she stood atop the podium, in the acolyte prayer room. \"For too long, the concubines of the ancients have monopolised eternal youth. Why should these self-proclaimed guardians of the old ways, and they alone, have the right to live forever, while the rest of us whither and die?\" She continued, as the rapping on the barricaded doors grew louder. \"In this book, locked away in the archives for 3,000 years, is the secret of how their former lovers granted them this gift. We can only speculate as to why they did not grant it to themselves first, but we shall not make that mistake!\" she spoke, as the crowd began to energetically nod, along with her, her sisters ever-more eager at the prospect of neverending beauty. \n\nThe women in the next room began to panic. The door was too well barricaded, and they had no tools, nor magic with which to break it. Not since the fall of the old Empire had they felt so much misgiving. To be a bride to a priest had been considered noble in those days. If the priest were to free you of the fears of age, all the better. None of their \"Masters\" had ever told them of the cost, until the collar was already around their neck. Their sisters-in-servitude, could not forewarn them either. They were hexed. Attempt to speak of the cost of eternal youth, and the words will catch. Attempt to write them down, and your hand shall spasm uncontrollably. None can know, so the methods are kept secret, and the reasons secret too.\n\nThe girl in the hall began the ritual. She forged a collar of bronze, and submerged it in the potion that she had prepared the previous night. She recited a prayer to the old gods, in the tongue she had studied since her first day in the palace. She stripped naked, purified herself, and swallowed the potion whole. \"Watch me Sisters!\" She proclaimed. \"Today, I become a Goddess!\", and with that, she fastened the still scalding collar around her neck, knowing from the book that it would not burn her. It would have been kinder if it did. With that final step completed, she felt her eyes roll back in to her skull, her hair began falling out, from every pore on her body. Her muscles began spasming, and stomach emptied itself on to the floor. Her temperature rose until she honestly believed that she was burning alive, and for just one second, everything went black. \n\nShe awoke, but she was entirely paralyzed. She could not move so much as an eyelid, and she certainly couldn't speak. She began to panic. She attempted to do her breathing exercises, to calm herself, only to realize that she had no breath. Despite her panic, her heart was not racing. She heard one of her sisters scream \"check her pulse\", and another one reply \"She's dead\". Panicked screams erupted, and the dead-girl heard others clamoring to the door, scrambling to remove the barricade. They succeeded. \n\nThree immortals entered the room. They saw the young woman lying there, the collar around their neck. Girls everywhere screamed, \"She's dead! Oh Gods, she's dead!\". The eldest of the three attempted to reassure her. To tell her that she wouldn't stay dead long, but the words caught in her throat, as they had a thousand times before. She grabbed the least hysterical of the attendants, and asked \"Has anyone else done the ritual?\" \"No.\", \"What name did she carve in to the collar?\" \"What?\" \"Part of the ritual is carving a lover's name in to the collar. Who did she use?\" \"None, I think. Last I heard she was a virgin.\" FUCK. \n\nThe ritual is simple enough. Take a woman as your lover. Have her swear herself to you, \"Forever\". Then carve your name in to the collar, and seal it to her neck. She remains your faithful, pleasant servant forever, as you grow older, whither, and die. The girl dies, her new \"Master\" calls her from the grave, and she rises again, more alive, and vibrant than ever. But try this trick on a virgin, and there can be only two results. The first, is that she spends eternity as a conscious, yet immobilised, living corpse. It is the kinder of the two. The second option? She belongs to the world now. The sisters brought the mindreader in, and asked the girl plainly: Do you want us to ressurect you? There is no going back.\" \"Yes.\" The girl responded. Anything had to be better than this. \n\nThey acquiesed to her wish. A name was carved in to the collar, that of the eldest immortal priestess. Though she looked no older than the girl she was trying to save. She asked through the mindreader, \"May I make love to you? It is the only way to revive you.\" The girl consented, and the ritual began. The priestess kissed the frozen girls lips, and her whole body felt warm, but pleasantly, she suddenly began to realize that she had always found the priestess quite attractive, even if they'd never spoken directly before. The priestess began to remove the girl's clothing, and as she did so, beautiful memories began to fly through the girl's head, of flirting with the priestess in class, and during breaks. How had she not recalled this before. The priestess began to work her way down, and began fondling the girl's breasts, and kissing her nipples. The girl could feel her muscles again, even if she couldn't move them, and more memories began to resurface. Memories of her priestess taking her, and pleasing her, every night since she arrived at the academy, of being used, and loving it. HOW HAD SHE THOUGHT HERSELF A VIRGIN ONLY A SECOND AGO? She's clearly been in love with the most wonderful, pleasing priestess since she arrived here. \n\nThe priestess continued climbing downwards, and began kissing the girl's thigh, before moving in, and eating her pussy, slowly teasing the area around her clit. As she began to pant, (\"Holy shit, I can breathe again!\"), and a new wave of memories flooded in, of how she had felt in the old days, when the empire was still strong, and the Priests' spell of immortality was still respected. She could no longer remember who her family were, who she was before the priests enchanted her, and she no longer cared. They had been dead millenia anyway. Why the hell was she insisting that she was only 20 an hour ago? Her mistress brought her closer, and closer to orgasm. Her heart started racing again. She could feel the hot blood spreading to every inch of her body. She was brought back to the final days of the empire, when her mistress sat with all the male priests, each commanding their concubines to their every sexual whim, her mistress dressed like the concubines, but sat along with the priests, commanding her, and taking great pride in it. Her mistress finally sucked on her clit, with all the strength of her mouth, and the girl screamed in pleasure, her orgasm crashing in to her, almost as hard as the effects of the potion had an hour earlier, and a final sequence of memories came crashing down on her, the years since the empire fell, of helping to gather the records of magic, and assemble them in libraries, of establishing brothels, where the girls whose masters had died would work through their neverending grief, by serving a thousand new ones, of using the funds to maintain the orders of young women established to preserve the old concubinal rituals, of combining these three to establish the temple system. A thousand generations flowed through her, as she was so many pass by. This was her life. This has always been her life. She no longer even remembers thinking she had a different one. \n\nThe priestess stood up, and wiped her mouth on the girl's now discarded robe. She knew what the final step was. She remembered it well. One little command, and the girl would fully awake from her paralysis, never to sleep again. \"My love, \" she sang, softly, but authoritatively: \"Arise, your Mistress commands it.\" The girl obeyed. The numbness wearing off, and her motor skills returning. \"My Mistress\", she thought. \"I have always loved, and obeyed her. Of course I'll obey her now.\" She could not remember who she was before her mistress commanded her. All she knows is \"Mistress\", that is her only truth. Just as \"Master\" was her priestesses only truth, three thousand years before. The difference, thought the priestess, is at least this poor girl won't have to spend three millennia grappling with trauma, wrestling with the real memories slowly returning to her, following her master's death. Her mistress will never die. She'll serve in happiness forever. It's kinder this way. \n\n\"Come girl\", her mistress commanded. I have some tasks for you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] [CC] Human Bovine Chronicles
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"content": "I like cowgirls and lactation, so I came into this with high hopes. I can't say that I care much for the enslavement and depersonalization though. there are some compositional layers, but typos happen to us all so I don't really hold those against anything. I'm not sure what parts of this are core to you and thus essentially baked into the world, but I sort of like Serena, though I wonder how much it's worth worrying about her personality, given the way The story goes.\n\nThe description of her being unsteady on her new legs, and how much she enjoyed the grass was nice.\n\nI'd say that things started off with lots of promise but then went downhill after the farmer showed up. At least to my tastes.\n\nIncidentally, why is the IP tag there?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [MP] Please can some on give this story a happier ending so I can sleep at night?
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"content": "Sakura felt something shift inside her, as Haru-Kun gave her the earring. Somewhere deep inside of her body, her heart and her owner registration protocols were in conflict. Everything felt scrambled, and she wasn’t sure who her owner *was* anymore. She did know one thing though; her heart belonged to Haru-Kun. She pulled him into a warm hug, her I-cup breasts squishing between them. He was super surprised by the sudden gesture but, as much as he might have blushed, he didn’t complain.\n\nHer womb felt like it was in flux, between Kazuki-San and Haru-kun, and part of her wondered when she would get another text from her illicit lover. The text never came though… Through his online friends and profiles, Sakura found rumors that he’d been arrested, picked up by the cops after groping the commissioner's daughter on a train. She wasn’t sure where he’d gone, but wherever he was, he was never coming back again. She was surprised at how she felt… Did she even really miss him? She felt like... *she didn’t care*. In fact, a slight smile seemed to cross her lips. Haru-kun called her to dinner, and that slight smile turned into a broad grin, a glint of light from the heart shaped earring in her ear catching her eye, as she turned her head and saw her reflection in the mirror. A blush passed over her cheeks and a warmth spread through her chest, as she thought of herself as Haru-kun’s girlfriend.\n\nHaru-kun was almost bowled over, as Sakura rushed to him, drawing him into a hug.\n\n“Are… are you okay?” he asked, looking into her smiling face, “You’re crying.”\n\nShe was, and she’d only just realized. She tried to blink away some of her tears, but they just kept coming. She had to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand. “You’re just so sweet, Haru-kun.”\n\nHe smiled. “It’s just dinner...”\n\nSome time later.\n\n“Haru-kun… you’re so tall...” Sakura said, as she placed her hands on her boyfriend’s lean chest, fresh from the shower.\n\nHaru blushed. The years had been kind to him. A growth spurt, and time on the school swim team had made him tall, lean and fit. His bones and muscles hadn’t been the only things that had grown though… As he looked down at his sexy cowgirl girlfriend, her giant breasts jiggling while she felt up his chest, another part of him was having a growth spurt of its own. Haru’s manhood was tall, heavy, and thick, growing all the more so, as he became fully erect. The tip of his penis brushed against Sakura’s belly, as he stiffened up, and both of them blushed.\n\nHe picked her up in his arms, drawing a light gasp from her, and he carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back. They kissed, as he climbed onto the bed above her and positioned himself.\n\n“Are you ready?” he asked.\n\n“I’m always ready for you, Haru-kun,” she said, already so wet that the answer should have been obvious.\n\nLeaning down and kissing her again, Haru drove his hips forward and pressed himself into Sakura’s sex. His thick manhood was a perfect fit, and she squirmed in pleasure, blushing and moaning underneath him, as he started to make love to her.\n\nSakura’s tail thrashed under her, and she grabbed onto her own breasts, beginning to knead and massage them. She squeezed and groped herself, releasing a steady stream of milk, as they had sex, Haru leaning down to suck on her nipples more than once, gulping down her rich milk.\n\n“Give it to me harder!” she moaned, already nearing her capacity for sensation, but still wanting more.\n\nHaru nodded and obeyed, quickening his pace and driving the cowgirl wild. His endurance was more than enough for her now, and she could feel an orgasm building, as his thick member plunged and probed through her tight depths.\n\n“Ha… Haru-kun… cum inside!” Sakura moaned, as she felt her climax drawing near.\n\nHis own hips were finally becoming unsteady, the pleasure of his girlfriend's tight, milking sex getting to be too much for him, and it was all that he could do to plunge himself in deep, the head of his manhood kissing her womb. She burst into climax, and he erupted inside her, his seed bathing her womb, as they came together. Clutching him to her, she rubbed her nipples and her clit against his body, awash in total ecstasy.\n\nDeep inside her womb, his sperm were welcomed by her eggs, her protocols triggering on overload. “OWNERSHIP MATCH 100%” was the only thing they registered before burning out permanently. Haru and Sakura were a perfect match, forever.\n\nThe two cuddled together on the bed, enjoying each other’s bodies. “I love you, Sakura,” he said.\n\nShe smiled, her face beaming with comfort and satisfaction. “I love you, Haru-kun.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and that one partner of yours with whom it's never quite over decide to make yet another go of it. This time around, however, you are surprised at how their tastes have changed.
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"content": "Catherine’s email was concise, as usual: *8:00 PM, Pesca.* Over the years, we had built an economical language that didn’t need to convey subtext. I knew what she wanted. It was the only one reason she emailed at all. I cleared my appointments and got ready.\n\nThe old bottle of shaving cream felt full, but was choked with dried old foam. Had it been that long? Warm water and a little rubbing cleared the nozzle, and the old familiar minty fresh scent filled my nose as I lathered myself in the shower stall. The first drag of a new razor on my chest sowed tingles under my skin, a uniform tract of cool heat, followed by another, then another. I was no sasquatch, but she preferred smooth-on-smooth contact, and if I were honest, I loved it when she noticed. Moving lower, I carefully shaved between my legs. My arousal helped to tighten the skin, and I let my free hand wander over fresh goosebumps that would need soothing before dinner. \n\nI arrived early and sat at the bar, pondering where the year had gone since we last met. My world had remained comfortable, more or less unchanged since our tryst at the Hyatt. Perhaps I had become complacent at work, living on the plush of clients who were easily steered, or maybe the comfort of slipping into a bottle of red alone at home had become too hard to resist, but tonight, I had no new stories to share.\n\n“Buy a girl a drink?” she asked, sneaking from behind. Catherine wore a long black sequined dress and white pearls, a formal *ensemble* that made her stand out, even among the theater goers eating here. “What are you having?” she asked.\n\n“Vodka soda. Something a little clean, before we get… started.”\n\n“I’ll have an Old Fashioned,” she told the bartender, then sat down. \n\nI was surprised. Even before we broke up, reconnected, and then started *benefiting* from our new friendship, Catherine had only drunk wine. “No Pinot Grigio?”\n\nShaking her head, she wrapped her hand over mine and pinched my drink. “I like the sweet.”\n\n“*You’re* sweet,” I teased stupidly. Her drink came and we adjourned to a booth with an oversized circular banquette. Sitting next to her in the center, I asked, “Are we expecting company?”\n\n“No, but I *do* have an open-minded friend if you wanted an extra set of hands. And breasts.”\n\nAnything Catherine offered was tempting, but I declined. “Yours are plentiful enough.”\n\n“Too bad,” she sighed with a tone that sounded like a door closing. “Bev is an angel. She just finished grad school, sweet disposition, a generous lover.” \n\nThe word turned my cheeks red and warm as the server came. I ordered another cocktail and something light but was surprised when Catherine ordered steamed lobster with drawn butter. She must have sensed my confusion.\n\n“I know, right? This is new, and I’m not just talking about the shellfish.” She slipped her hand under the tablecloth and found my lap, a sudden frisson bringing it to life. Leaning closer, she whispered, “I’ve come to appreciate a nice, public spectacle.” I caught my breath when her fingers raked over my inner thigh and found a hint of my soft cock. Her placid expression belied the eagerness in her fingertips. “I won’t do anything, that you don’t want me to.” \n\nThe rush caught me off guard and I compulsively scanned the room to see if anyone noticed. Of course they hadn’t, but my mind scrambled to understand what was happening. I enjoyed her attention, the feeling of her warm hand. Swallowing hard, I kissed her cheek. “Can you take it a little slower?”\n\n“A man of culture,” she beamed and let her hand travel. My pants tightened as she traced the outline of my lengthening shaft. “I’m glad you’re not shocked. I haven’t had much luck finding a partner with the confidence to play, at least not someone who also wasn’t a total creep.” With a pinch of her fingers, my fly unhooked and the zipper dropped. “You shaved for me. I can feel the little patches you missed.” She looked with bemusement, my face smiling and smirking, eyelids fluttering with just a flick of her wrist between my legs. “Are you still alright?” she asked, brushing my cheek.\n\nI was nowhere near close, the experience still jarring though exhilarating. “I don’t want to finish here,” I confessed. She nodded and slowed even more.\n\n“Of course not. You can’t have a dinner date without the date, right?” She sidled closer and sipped her drink. “Do you think you could do the same for me? Touch me, under the table? We won’t get caught, I promise.”\n\nOffers… tempting offers… I answered with a firm squeeze of her thigh. She hiked up the dress revealing smooth skin and a garter belt attached to lace stockings. My fingers trembled, but her expression remained unfazed. \n\n“Are you nervous?” she asked, swirling the cherry in her drink. I could smell the bourbon as she leaned into my neck. “You’re doing great.” Touching my arm helped to ease my nerves, and in her eyes, I could see a new spark of joy, some small acknowledgement that my slow, soft caresses over her panties were desired. Our server approached with salads but she whispered, “Keep going. Faster.”\n\nIf the waiter noticed anything amiss, he said nothing. Perhaps the tablecloth wasn’t moving as much as I feared. She spread a leg over my own and settled into the new position, then tucked into the mixed greens on the table. “It’s great,” she told him. “I love the warm dressing.” When he left, she dropped the fork and reached under the table. Pulling her panties to the side, my fingers touched her wet folds for the first time, again. Both our postures changed as we found our new normal: a curled finger in her pussy while my thumb massaged her swollen clit. \n\n“This salad, is *amazing*.” When she fed a forkful to me, this, the most mundane public display of affection made me blush the most. My eyes wandered around the room, looking to see if we were observed. We were performing two shows at the same time: a traditional dinner, confined within the proscenium of the booth, while underground, the edgy, black box theater encouraged feverish participation. I loved them both. \n\n“I didn’t realize that we reached the sharing dinner phase of our friendship.” Trying to hold my fork and stab a cherry tomato proved difficult with my off hand. At the same time, Catherine squeezed her muscles over my finger, the slick starting to pool in my palm. The little red jewel rolled out from under my fork and sped off towards the salt and pepper shakers as I felt her shudder, gasping for a full breath.\n\nShe straightened her dress and took a hold of her drink again. “Thanks for playing. How did it feel?”\n\n“New, but familiar. I’m afraid I couldn’t do that all the time. My heart wouldn’t be able to take the pressure.”\n\n“That’s alright,” she sighed as our dinners arrived. “The search goes on.” \n\nI cut into my flounder while Catherine tied the complimentary plastic bib around her neck. Tearing the claw spilled the crustasean’s hot juices all over her plate and the golden bowl of liquid butter. There was a primal quality to her technique, eschewing the impotent little rods and forks for brute force as she plucked succulent meat with her hands. I couldn’t believe they were the same ones wrapped around my cock. \n\nShe closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as the claw meat, dripping with butter, passed her lips. As she smiled and chewed deliberately, I caught the eyes of a couple; two older diners across from our booth. A simple wave, the universal sign for mind your damn business, and they turned back to their meals. Meanwhile, Catherine’s bites became more unctuous, sensual, and spectacular, butter dripping off her chin. \n \n“I’ve changed my mind,” I blurted. \n\n“Pardon?” \n\n“About finishing… here. I want to. Can we? Can-” She placed a soaking wet finger against my lips.\n\n“Before dessert. For now, let’s enjoy this before it gets cold.” We continued eating. The ominous lobster transformed from a red alien creature into a bowl of neatly piled shells, like a tiny reliquary dedicated to Poseidon. She ordered a tarte and coffees then waited until the server turned before sliding under the table.\n\n“What?” I whispered, “I thought this was going to be like before!” My cock stood at attention the moment her hands fell upon it.\n\n“Scoot lower. A little more… perfect.” I tried to look calm as she took me in her mouth. Shaving was *totally worth it*: warm, deep, just as I had remembered. The underside of the table certainly made it awkward, but Catherine adapted, focusing on my head while gripping my thighs. The room began to spin as I edged closer and closer to a climax. Catching the eyes of the older diners again, I smiled like a kid on class photo day. They must have seen something, a hint of agony, a heel from under the tablecloth. I looked at the void where my partner had sat, then pointed towards the restrooms. They smiled and nodded with me, returning to an unheard conversation, just as I lurched forward and came hard into her mouth. Fast hands squeezed every drop from base to tip while above, I trembled as casually as possible. \n\n“Is the coast clear?” she asked a moment later. I tapped the seat cushion and she rose gracefully, emerging from the tablecloth like Venus de Milo. “That was great.”\n\n“*You’re* great,” I corrected her. “I’m just a good backup plan.”\n\n“A *great* backup plan. What’s next?”\n\n“I can get us a hotel room with a balcony. Want to stay in an fuck like rabbits?”\n\nCatherine snuggled against my arm and it felt good to be with someone again. “Oh, you always know the keys to my heart.”\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her little sister just turned 18. She's only been with boys up until now. Never with a grown man with skills. As a birthday present she decides to give her her husband for the night.
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"content": "(Remember this is just fantasy, always practice safe sex <3)\n\nLea moaned as her husband, Kurt, filled her lush with his load. She rubbed his chest as his cock pumped every last drop into her. She dismounts, curling up next to him. \n\n“God you’re amazing. “\n\n“Only because I have such a beautiful muse. “\n\n“Kurt knock off the cheesy shit.”\n\nThey both laughed and kissed, slowly, their tongues dancing around the others. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. \n\n“Now that you’re all drained and satisfied, I want to talk to you about something Kurt. “\n\nHe looked down at her puzzled. \n\n“My sister turns eighteen tomorrow and I was thinking of lending you out, letting her know what it’s like to be with a man instead of a boy.”\n\nKurt grimaced a little. \n\n“I don’t know Lea, doesn’t that seem...weird. “\n\n“It’s definitely unconventional, but I think you’d both really enjoy it. You get to explore a woman very similar to me, she gets to know how good she’d can really be. What it’s like to completely satisfied. How amazing an orgasm can feel...”\n\nKurt smiled a bit and nodded. \n\n“You’re ok with Lea?”\n\n“Yes of course, it was my idea. Tyra’s cool with it too, we were just waiting on you stud.”\n\n“...ok I guess one time couldn’t hurt. Live a little for once.”\n\nThey smiled and kissed again. \n\n“There’s the adventurer I first fell in love with. The man that was wheeled into my hospital because his friend paid him to try bull riding...drunk.”\n\nKurt laughed and face palmed. \n\n“The worst two hundred bucks I ever made.”\n\n…\n\nKurt knocked on the door and the birthday girl, Kylie, answered clad in jeans and a loose t-shirt with her long brunette hair tied in a ponytail . She shyly invited him in. \n\n“I’m sorry I’m not wearing super sexy Kurt.”\n\n“It’s fine, trust me that stuff doesn’t matter in the long run...” \n\nShe smiled and hunched her shoulders. \n\n“So Kurt...w-where should we start?”\n\n“Eager?”\n\nShe nodded and relaxed her shoulders. \n\n“I um had a little fun by myself this morning thinking about this...”\n\nKurt smiled and pushed her hair back. Kylie felt a nervous twinge that quickly disappeared as Kurt’s lips kissed her neck softly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as he continued to kiss. \n\nHis hand traveled up and down her jeans always stopping just shy of her crotch. He did the same as he went up her shirt, never touching her breasts. He pulled away from her neck softly and unbuttoned her jeans. Kylie laid back and let him work. \n\nKurt reached his hand down the open flap of her jeans and started to rub her through her underwear. He rubbed her pussyfooted and teased her clit as she moaned softly. It was he knew just the way right way to touch a woman to make her wet. \n\nHer jeans and shirt were soon discarded to the floor and his followed suit. His hands and lips continued to work, teasing her nipples while exploring the inside of her panties. Kylie was so wet, so hot, she didn’t want him to stop. She repressed a small squeal of glee as Kurt knelt on the floor and gently spread her legs. \n\nHe kissed up her bare thigh slowly and did the same to the other side. He pressed his lips against the wet spot on her panties. He slid them down and she stepped out of the them as he pressed his lips to her bare, soaked pussy. \n\nKylie moaned and discarded her bra. Again it seem like he know just the right way to maximize her pleasure. His tongue worked her pussy like it was the hundredth time he’d given her head. She could feel her orgasm building quickly. The gentle teasing of her clit while he lapped up her juices was too much and Kylie came, holding Kurt’s head in place. \n\nShe blushed as her orgasm finished. She was soaked, her body was burning with pleasure, she couldn’t wait for more. His boxers soon joined the rest of their clothes in the floor and he gentled changed her position. He knelt on the couch and rubbed her legs as his cock made contact with her pussy. \n\nThat brief touch was almost enough to make Kylie cum again. Kurt gently slid his cock into her. She arched up off the couch just a little as he began to slow fuck her and rubbed her thighs. He stayed slow until her moans f\tell into a steady rhythm and he picked up the pace. \n\nHer moans were more frequent as he sped up. Kylie closed her legs against his hips, her pussy tightened around his cock, she was eager to cum again. It didn’t take much longer until she did, leaving his cock soaked as she moaned. \n\n“Kurt...fuck...”\n\nShe couldn’t finish as another quick orgasm hit her, making her legs shake. \n\n“C-can you cum in me?”\n\nShe asked, her voice high from pleasure. Kurt smiled and nodded. His cock throbbed in her, ready to fill her. He slowed down as she closed her eyes and felt his warm cum shoot into her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The best part of having big boobs is being able to grope your soapy tits in the shower after a long day.
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"content": "The first thing to come off were her shoes, the heeled pumps hitting the floor before she even took a step forward in her stocking covered legs. The black suit piece with accompanying shirt, straining against her chest was the next thing to go; one, two, three buttons popped off after the other in quick succession. She breathed out a sigh of relief as the suit fell to the floor. \n---\n\nWalking through the small entrance of her apartment, she entered the bedroom, setting herself down onto the edge of the bed. Her arms lifted up into a stretch, back arched, her chest swaying to the side with the movements, and only the large bra holding them in place. That wasn’t for long though, her hands reaching to the small of her back, unclasping the garment that had restricted them for the longest time. They swayed, plump and full before relaxing. The next thing to go was the skirt, a zipper running down the side of her thigh held up no chance against her dexterous hands, being tossed in the far corner once it was defeated. The stockings which protected her legs were plucked off the surface and slowly shifted down the remainder of the leg, dangling from her foot before it was shook off. The last thing to go was the scrunchy which held her blond ponytail in place, a swift flick of the wrist launching the elastic hair tie to the farthest reaches of the room.\n\n“*Ah~! That feels so much better.*” Stacy aired her approval to no one in particular. She bore her nudity with pride in her one bedroom apartment. Her body currently on display to only herself would be considered much too sensual for any of the middle managers she had the unfortunate issue of working with. Their predatory eyes had the habit of turning towards her.\n\n“*Gross pigs,*” She muttered on her breath. She had worked hard to get that position, but some days it felt like they only saw her for her body.\n\nLifting her bare form from the bed she made her way to the bathroom. The mirror greeting her, reflecting an image of blue eyes and plump lips. Bending over to turn the water on for the shower, she felt the hot water drip over her fingers. Satisfied, she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her head, arms and breasts.\n\nShe didn’t blame her body for how voluptuous it was, it was actually quite pleasant to receive compliments at times, she just wished the compliments came from someone she was actually be interested in.\n\n“*Then I might let them look at me as much as they liked,*” She said smiling to herself as she began to apply soap to her arms and legs.\n\n*Would it just stop at looking?* A voice from the far corner of her mind asked her.\n\n*Mmm, no.* She thought. *If they were already going to be looking at me, I wouldn’t mind if they also touched me.*\n\nHer hand caressed her left breast, the soapy fingers adding stronger sensations to the act. She could feel her pussy start to ache, knowing that if she started now, she wouldn’t be able to stop until she was satisfied. Fully aware of this, her other hand grasped the second breast, the two hands acting in concert as the fingers slowly ran their way from the bottom to the top and back again. Her nipples hardened, the action causing her to rub them as the motion of her hands passed over them, sending pleasant sensations throughout her body. As she continued to pay attention to her chest, the sensation between her legs gave her pause. A deep primal throbbing gave rise to one of her hands leaving the bountiful orb to travel south in-between her legs. Her pussy, begging to be caressed, received two dedicated servants, the fingers running up and down the length of the slit.\n\nStacy felt her legs begin to tremble, and her breathing picked up, “*Ah… Ah… Mmm~*” Under the warm sensation of water, her legs folded, and she knelt down on the porcelain tub. One hand pinching her hard nipple, while the other ran up and down her wet pussy. She bit down on her juicy lip, the tension slowly rising within her body. She knew what that meant and she wanted it above all else in this moment. Her fingers now plunged greedily into her pussy, her moaning barely drowned out by the water around her. In, out, in, out, until her body clenched up, her legs squeezed closed, trapping her fingers in her climaxing pussy. \n\nShe climaxed thinking about how much she wanted someone watching her. She liked the greedy eyes that were around the office. They proved the statements about her looks through action and not just shallow compliments she was used to having. That, however, was a dirty secret she wouldn’t even admit to herself.\n\n---\n---\nDefinitely the most sexual piece I've written so far. I also had [this picture](https://cdn.awwni.me/20hkt.png) for inspiration. Let me know what you think (about the story or the picture)!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Too much of a pain in the ass to move, the large lavender sofa was passed on from tenant to tenant, the sole witness of the sexual encounters in apartment 2B.
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"content": "Jenna sighed and placed the keys on the kitchen counter one final time. After three years, she was finally moving out of apartment 2B. She and her roommates, sorority sisters in college before they moved in together after graduation a few years back, were going separate ways - Ashley was moving to Seattle, Liz was moving in with her boyfriend Sam, Sheila was moving closer to her job, and Jenna... well... she couldn't afford the rent on her own.\n\nAll her stuff was packed and loaded into the truck, but she still had an hour to kill until her landlord came by for the security deposit assessment. The only thing left in the apartment was her backpack and the large lavender sofa. Too much of a pain in the ass to move, they managed to get the new tenants to buy it from them for cheap.\n\nJenna, exhausted from all the lifting and moving, stretched out on the couch. She felt its well-worn cushions, and started to reminisce about her memories with it. It was there when she moved in - not sure how it got there, really - and she certainly made good use of it.\n\nIt was on this sofa where Jenna first had sex with her now-ex, Andrés. It was a random Sunday afternoon in June, they had just come back from their second date at a brunch spot down the street, and after watching a few minutes of TV, realized that nobody else was home. Everyone was either away for the weekend or at work. Andrés, who was a talented lover but a bit shy, needed some prodding. After she started fondling his crotch and unzipped his jeans, he protested. \"Whoa, didn't you say you had roommates?\"\n\n\"They're all gone.\"\n\n\"What if they come back?\"\n\n\"They won't. I promise.\"\n\n\"...OK. But-\"\n\n\"Sssshhhh.\"\n\nJenna slid Andrés' jeans down and slipped her hand into his boxer briefs, gently massaging his growing erection. He leaned over and kissed her passionately, slipping her shirt off and unclasping her bra. Jenna smiled as she remembered the memory vividly. It started gentle, but got pretty heated - perhaps the thrill of fucking him in the common room did something for her? It was also pretty hot that day, and the AC in the apartment never worked all that well. She remembered digging her fingernails into his sweaty back, as his cock thrusted in and out of her. She remembered his little moans as she straddled him and pressed against his chest. She remembered taking his cum on her chest and neck, being incredibly careful (she hoped) to not spill any on the couch cushions.\n\nJenna sat up and pulled out her phone. She took a quick selfie of her on the couch, the barren apartment in the background, and fired it off to her group text. \"Gonna miss this place! sooo many memories on this couch, movie nights, group dinners, that time SOMEBODY spilled wine on it 😉\"\n\n\\---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] The Carte Before the Hoarse
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"content": "This was exceptionally sweet and cute. I also feel like you captured the very relatable feeling of struggling with writer's block while trying to force a story. Jessica and Mark both come across as likeable, and their familiarity with each other is well expressed. Mark's artistic skills and specific domain are also creatively employed,coming in just when I was wondering how he pulled that off. Good tactile and sensory detail. A really enjoyable story!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Older men, younger woman or non-consensual
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"content": "A wealthy entrepreneur has hired a beautiful young woman as his assistant. He doesn't think much of how suggestively she dresses, until he catches her more than once looking at porn at work. Finally, he propositions her, offering her a bonus for \"extra duties\" and, despite having a partner, she's such a horny little sexpot that she hardly even wants to resist.\n\nBonus points from me if the partner finds out and is mostly turned on/ amused, knowing and accepting her nature."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A "What's your kink?" personality test from a shoppers magazine.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: A \"What's your kink?\" personality test from a shoppers magazine."
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"content": "Tears flow from my eyes as he leaves slamming the door angrily.\n\nThe shattered glass panel makes his exit more powerful.\n\nPainfully his slurs reverberate in my head as I shiver freezing on the cold tile floor. \n\nI look at the personality test that we took together naked following sweaty hate sex.\n\nIts smeared with blood from my mouth when he viciously bit my lip.\n\nIts wet from soaking up our orgasms after he forced it into my vagina.\n\nIts crinkled from being stuffed down my throat until I could barely breathe. \n\n*Your result: Somatic masochist*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Mrs. Robinson scenarios
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"content": "An inexperienced young adventurer stumbles into a seemingly abandoned temple while trying to escape a rainstorm. His curiosity draws him deeper into the temple, where he discovers a lonely women living inside it. Turns out, she's the very goddess the temple is dedicated to. Hundreds of years of total solitude have left her a little affection-starved, so she's eager to please the adventurer in any way she can."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] What kind of trouble lays within a kinky dungeon?
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"content": "[WP] The Impossible Dungeon itself is pretty straightforward. Gate keeper, big door (get the key from the gate keeper), magican, tiny door (use a magic spell from the magician to make it bigger), fight the ultimate imortal bad guy, get the treasure. Fortunately, our hero has maxed out on Charisma, and gotten to the boss without actually fighting his minions, and he's agreed to just **give** her the treasure. Unfortunately, it's in exchange for sex."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After missing a couple of payments, she reluctantly made a deal with the landlord.
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"content": "Judy took one last habitual look in the mirror at the door before leaving her apartment. The plain hoodie and sweatpants weren't doing her any favors. *Perfect*. Dave asked to meet her in the superintendent's place, in the basement. Descending the stairs, she thought about the mishaps that brought her there: the revoked stipend from grad school, a part time job that *suddenly* overbooked her timeslot, and her own entrepreneurial spirit. *Lucky me.* Reaching the end of the basement hallway, she rang the buzzer.\n\n\"Right on time,\" Dave said, opening the door. \"I wish I could say the same about your rent.\"\n\n\"Heh, me too.\" Judy decided to play more submissive, because she judged, accurately, that Dave was a prick. His Brooks Brothers french cuffed shirt with the boorish banker's collar reminded her of the creeps back when she had danced, who'd wave cash in front of dancers and expected *special* treatment. \"Um, thanks for letting me do this.\" She heard a toilet flush, followed by the sink. \"Vinnie's still here?\"\n\n\"Yeah, he's here,\" Dave said, grinning. He gave the super a high-five before sitting in a beaded recliner. \"He fixes *everything* in the building. Even this.\"\n\n\"So how is this going to work?\" Judy wasn't expecting a third. The superintendent didn't look too bad: stocky but a little bigger around the belly. His Italian nose was framed with a large black mustache. *I never fucked a stereotype, but there's a first time for everything.* \n\n\"Didn't your momma teach you about the birds and the bees,\" Vinnie said. \"You a virgin?\"\n\nShe answered him by unzipping her hoodie, bare breasts pushing the fabric apart. A little twist of the shoulder made them swing wide, bumping into each other. Lifting one to her mouth, she craned her neck and licked the nipple. Vinnie's jaw dropped. \"What do *you* think?\"\n\nHe stepped forward but she put out her arm. \"Not until I hear from Dave what the deal is. I thought we were fucking away the last two month's rent.\"\n\nThe landlord huffed. \"I didn't say that, exactly. Afterall, I'm a married man. That being said, I also like a good show. So you and Vinnie are going to do it-\"\n\n\"Do. What.\"\n\n\"*Whatever* you guys feel like doing, so long as I nut to it. Easy.\" He pushed against the recliner until it unfolded, then unzipped his pants. Vinnie followed suit. \n\n\"I appreciate that you shaved,\" she said, moving down to her knees. His uncut cock was still a little soft but she wanted to fix that. Holding it up against his belly, she started low, licking his balls.\n\n\"Oh, oh fuck,\" he groaned. Peeling off his shirt, he caught a glimpse of Dave, massaging his crotch and hastily looked down. Judy could tell he was affected. \"I gotta admit, this is fucking weird.\"\n\n\"Just ignore him, okay? Just look at me. Look at my tits. Do you want to touch them?\" she raised herself a little and gasped when he bent down to hold them. Calloused fingers wrapping under her, they felt amazing, a profound signal of strength in each digit. As he massaged them, she coaxed more excitement with a rake of his thighs. \"That's it baby, just focus on me, and I'll focus on you.\" A long, wet lick on the back of his shaft got him hard again, but her lips on around his head awakened it. \n\nVinnie was silent, his breath, catching when she pulled her lips under his head. The salty flavor of his cock filled her mouth and nose, and she moaned as she pushed down. He grabbed a handful of her hair and began to thrust, fucking her mouth. A hand around his base helped to keep her from choking, but it wasn't necessary, not for him. She glanced over at Dave,openly stroking his cock, the loose belt buckle ringing like a broken wind chime. *The man loves a good show*.\n\nShe pushed off and let her saliva drip from the corners of her lips. Rising up, she kissed him, rubbing her wet mouth over his. A hand on her ass, pinching, groping, sliding up to access the waistband. When he realized she hadn't worn panties, Vinnie's eyes went wild. She smiled back. \"No need to ruin a pair.\" It only took a light tug to bring her sweatpants down to her knees. She was proud of the fact that she could make her ass jiggle with a small hop. The super approved, his hands, kneading each cheek, fumbling closer to the middle where he could part them to find her warm, wet sex. \n\n\"Wait.\" She pulled a condom from her pocket and tore the wrapper. \n\n\"Hey,\" Dave complained, \"no rubbers.\"\n\n\"It's *our* bodies,\" she replied. \"Everyone needs to play it safe. This isn't a fucking porno.\" Vinnie nodded and took the condom, carefully unrolling it over his cock. She stroked him again and he groaned. \"See? Still feels good, right?\"\n\n\"Fuck yeah, fuck,\" he mumbled. \n\n\"Speaking of which,\" the landlord said, \"I need one more element.\" He rose from the chair and walked to the half-window facing the street. When he opened it, the sounds of the street and sidewalk rushed in.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Judy was nervous. There was nothing quiet about her pleasure. Anyone on the sidewalk could stop and listen. From her vantage point, she could see the pairs of shoes, crossing the window. \n\n\"Is this a problem?\" Dave looked like the kind of pedant asshole who'd go back on his word if given the chance.\n\n\"I want the shades drawn. They can hear us but that's it.\"\n\n\"Deal.\" He pulled a sheer yellow drape across, and the outside world took on a dreamy opaque quality, then sat back down.\n\nJudy hobbled to a couch and bent over, facing Dave. With one knee on an armrest,a hand on the back, she slid the other hand between her legs to part her pussy lips, spreading her own cream over her entrance and clit. Dave was clearly enjoying the view. \"Whenever you're ready,\" she told Vinnie, but looked straight ahead at the landlord. \"Go ahead and...ahh.\"\n\nA little adjustment of her legs allowed Vinnie to slide into her pussy, all the way down to his base. She felt his girth, filling every crevice inside her until it took her breath away. Grinning wildly, she looked over her shoulder to show him respect, and he reciprocated, thrusting a little faster. He kept her steady, alternating holds at her waist and ass. *Fuck, fuck, feet!* A pair of boots stopped in front of the window, and a shadow fell over it, as if they were bending down. \n\nA rush of heat flashed over her body. Dancing was one thing. There were expectations. Fucking for free-loading strangers was something else entirely. Dave must have noticed her blush, because he grinned like he had just won the lottery. *Prick*.\n\nAs much as she enjoyed Vinnie's dick, Judy needed a little more. She rubbed her swollen clit until waves of pleasure tingled over her body. Moaning, eyes half open, lost in desire, she looked at Dave, who was beet red and furiously masturbating. They locked eyes when she came, screaming and shaking as the orgasm rippled through her body like a shockwave. The silhouette of a head peering in the window made her clench.\n\nHer mouth must have been too tempting. Dave rocketed out of his chair and jumped onto the couch, shoving his cock past her eager lips. She could smell his cologne in the dark curly hairs, her nose bopping into them with each thrust. Somehow, the three of them found a pace that they all could follow, like a complicated moaning piston. \n\n\"Shit, shit, shit,\" Dave stammered, taking hold of the back of her head. He gave one hard thrust and came down her throat, the extra load leaking from her lips. Judy smiled and laughed, squeezing his balls until the last pearl rose from his head. Gasping for air, he fell backwards onto the couch and had to wait for Vinnie to finish. The ghost in the window had mysteriously vanished.\n\n\"Gimme those titties,\" he grunted, pulling her upright. The super pinched her nipples and sucked on her neck, giving everything he had into her pussy. His singular focus was infectious, making her blush as she relinquished more control of her body to him. Her second orgasm pulled him over the edge with her, and she felt the bulge inside her while Vinnie came hard and loud. He stepped back, letting his exhausted cock side out, covered in her cream. \"Fuck that was so good.\"\n\n\"Mhmm. I liked it. Did you, Dave?\"\n\n\"Shit, that was amazing. Definitely worth two month's rent.\" \n\nShe raised an eyebrow. \"Would you...would both of you, want to extend this alternate payment method?\" Looking at Vinnie confirmed he was down, but Dave was hesitant.\n\n\"It's a lot of money. I can cut the rent in half. That's the best I can do. If I don't bring in some revenue, my wife will kill me anyway.\" Something about his tone made her think he wasn't lying. Whatever he wasn't getting at home, made her a little sad. \n\n\"I can live with that.\" Turning to the super, she stroked his chest. \"You don't mind if we do this again, do you, our little show?\" Judy smiled. It wasn't her best negotiation, but it still felt gratifying. Putting on her clothes again, she made her way to the stairway. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a familiar pair of boots at the top: the same ones at the window. Taking a deep breath, she continued upstairs, prepared to negotiate again. *Lucky me.*\n\n\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A pornographic cooking show
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"content": "Who says porn can't have high production value?\n\nIn a semi-recent ploy devised by PornHub, a new cooking show was launched on their platform which combined the greatest portions of Martha Stewart and Brazzers House. Complete with guest appearances, genuinely helpful cooking guides, and literal *hours* of brutal, joyous, cum-covered sex, the new show, *Crème a le Coq* became a truly famous pornographic production.\n\nThe fame of CalC came, in no small part, from the guest appearances. The directors of this new deviant production didn't bother with A-list celebrities, no. Instead, they shot for something millions of times more effective. Localized women. Much like *Wheel of Fortune,* CalC took on the title of a traveling show, moving across the country to find women people ***knew*** to host them on their show.\n\nOkay, we've talked long enough about logistics. But what does an actual episode of *Crème a le Coq* look like? To answer this question, let's take a look at the pilot episode, arguably the most popular of the bunch.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nThe show begins with the resplendent logo of the show: fancy french lettering comprised of bright burlesque-esque neon bulbs, and a very well-made depiction of a penis ejaculating on a cake.\n\nA fitting logo, it seems.\n\nThe logo fades out to reveal the now infamous set of the show, a massive kitchen with a homey atmosphere, complete with cooking utensils and vibrators (or dildos) alike hanging on the walls and poking out of cabinets. Standing within this kitchen, clad in only a bright pink apron, is the show's host: Alexandra Ramos. Her tanned, buxom body is barely concealed by the tight pink fabric, her long black hair is held up in a messy bun, and her hazel eyes sit atop a smiling face, which peers at the camera with evident glee. \n\n\"Hello, everyone!\" Ramos happily says to the camera. \"Welcome to the first official episode of *Crème a le Coq,* the first-ever cooking show for adults only!\" \n\nAlex then turns around and steps over to one of the cabinets, where she retrieves a large box of condoms. This simple motion puts her prominent rear on full display, and in turn reveals much more of herself as she bends over to grab the blue cardboard box. Alex returns to the main counter set just in front of the camera, and places the box on it. \n\n\"As I'm sure you all can see, this show will involve a lot less cooking or talking, and a lot more sucking and fucking. And, all thanks to PornHub, this episode will include someone local! From here in Miami, Florida, please welcome... Jenny McGill!\" Alex's announcer-like voice calls to the camera, which prompts the view to shift from Alex's shining face to a blonde woman in a light blue apron stepping onto the stage. \n\nJenny's physique differs from Alex's greatly. Where Alex is stacked and buxom, Jenny is lithe and tender, although certainly not lacking in curves of her own, which is made perfectly clear when Jenny turns sideways to greet Alex, revealing an ass that jiggles like Jello-o with every step Jenny takes. Jenny seemed to be a girl who enjoyed the beach, which was evidenced by a bikini-shaped tan line that could be seen from around the apron. \n\n\"Hiii, Alex! Thanks so much for having me! This show sound like *loads* of fun!\" Jenny exclaims, a wide smile on her face. \n\n\"Oh, it's a *pleasure* to have you, hon. Now, let's get to the *meat* of this show, shall we?\" Alex replies, before reaching under the counter, retrieving a large metal bowl, and setting in on the counter. \"Today, ladies and gentlemen, we'll be preparing a special dish for all of you... a cake! Jenny's already got plenty of it, but we're making enough to share.\" Alex says, before teasingly throwing Jenny a glance. \n\nJenny giggles and nods. \"Oh, yes! You see, we've actually got a lot of hungry mouths to feed, don't we? Let's meet our taste-testers!\" Jenny announces, before the two of them begin to make their way to opposite ends of the counter, gesturing to either side of the set, where several men clad only in chef hats stride into the kitchen. Alex, seemingly remembering something, walks over to the middle of the counter, and grabs the blue box she had left there before. Then, with a mischievous grin, opens a cabinet and throws the box in. \n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Something truly unique
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"content": "In a fantasy world women can't orgasm unless they're holding a certain type of gemstone and having an orgasm crumbles it into dust.\n\n-A small nation of amazons runs out of gems and is driven to invade their much larger and more powerful neighbor by their increasingly desperate leaders.\n\n-Someone from r/ femaleorgasmdenial manages to open a portal to this world and buys up all the gems to force the world to conform to their fetish.\n\n☆-Someone from r/ femaleorgasmdenial gets stuck in this world and captured. She is forced by scientists to orgasm repeatedly which is torture to her as she is into orgasm denial.\n\n-Stimulation while no gem is present is used as the preferred method of torture by most civilized nations.\n\nI think the one with the star is the most unique but I figured I'll throw all my ideas here and let you choose."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was about to find out exactly why her friend has the nickname "Bondage Queen".
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"content": "Another spoonful of cereal entered Alyssa's mouth before she hesitantly looked up at her roommate across the kitchen table. Her eyes rested for a moment on the woman who looked so... so unassuming! Alyssa had never really taken Ella for anything more than a vanilla girl, having clearly bought into the facade that those innocent, blue eyes had hid underneath a pair of formal square frames. But the rumors... most specifically the nickname she heard tossed around in association with Ella... it wasn't as if Alyssa could simply ignore it and move on with her life!\n\nBut how do you even approach a subject like that? Simply ask her out of the blue? Over *cereal*? She didn't want to make things awkward between them even though it already was for Alyssa, as she'd struggled to even hold a proper conversation with Ella this entire past week. Perhaps though... that was more the reason to just get it out of the way.\n\nAlyssa rested her spoon in the bowl before opening her mouth, letting out nothing but a breath of air before she bit her lip. She softly shook her head at herself after closing her eyes for a second, finally opening both her eyes and mouth, looking directly at her roommate.\n\n\"Uh, Ella... I-erm... heard a few... things about you a little while back.\" Even what *should* be the easiest part of this conversation was a struggle to fully spit out.\n\nElla looked up towards her roommate, a eyebrow slightly raised as her head racked the possibilities for a moment. \"Look, Ted and I just broke up... well more specifically, I dumped him, so I'd strongly suggest you take any sort of disparaging remarks from him with a shaker's worth of salt.\"\n\n\"Yeah I know... I know,\" Alyssa began, \"but it's from *more* people than him. T-There's even a... a nickname of sorts that I've heard more than once, and I... don't *want* to intrude on your personal life but it's hard to avoid the subject if you ever come up in passing conversation, so I'm really sorry but I just *have* to ask-\"\n\n\"Relax, Alyssa. I'm well aware of the reputation I carry around here. You interested in learning a bit more about the 'Bondage Queen' that lives in your apartment?\"\n\nA flush of crimson rushed to Alyssa's face as she gently nodded. \"Is... is it like... metaphorical, or..?\"\n\nElla seemed to think to herself for a moment, before a slight smile grew upon her face. \"Well... should you wait out here patiently like a *good girl*, while I prepare a few things in my room, I could simply show you rather than tell.\" Almost nonchalantly, she rose from her chair and headed to her bedroom, while Alyssa simply stared ahead at where she once sat. That... couldn't possibly be... surely not! An implication like that was entirely unimaginable out of the blue, and... and... why did her heart flutter wildly when Ella said \"*good girl*\" like that?\n\nAlyssa hadn't the courage to even rise from her seat, barely able to make out the movement from Ella's room in her ears. She continued to sit, minutes flying past at speeds that made a snail look swift, as she tried to maintain some semblance of control in the thoughts that spun wildly through her head. It was not until a voice called out her name that her blank stare into nothingness was interrupted, causing the woman to skip yet another heartbeat.\n\nThe door was still closed, but the voice had clearly invited her in. She slowly stood up, sauntering to it. Her hand rested on the doorknob when she reached it as a clear sign of hesitation, before curiosity more than anything compelled her to turn it.\n\nA spread of ropes, tape, leather and rubber across Ella's bed was the first thing that came to Alyssa's eyes. She simply stared at the array of items, thinking that regardless of its purpose, there was far too much for a single person to hold.\n\nAnd then she looked at Ella, who was dressed in an outfit that Alyssa would've never guessed for her. A black, leather corset constrained her waist as it barely covered the tips of her breasts, still exposing more of them to her roommate than she'd ever seen. Matching boots were laced up to the middle of her thighs, the heels of which gave Ella a few inches over the astonished girl. She kept her gloved arms crossed at her stomach as she stood with a confident, sure stance that made the woman just... *feel* more powerful.\n\nAlyssa was left utterly speechless at the pair of sights. Perhaps it had been the suddenness, and the overwhelming stream of information that had entered her brain all in a moment. The outfit alone... how *d-different* Ella looked... that was enough on its own to take her breath away. But the one who had rendered her dazed did have a few things to say.\n\n\"Which do you think you'd prefer? Out of the bindings?\" She pointed back to the bed, and a stammering response was all Alyssa could muster.\n\n\"Y-You don't mean o-on me... I... couldn't possibly!\"\n\n\"Relax, we'll take it slow, Alyssa. We can, and frankly should, begin with a safeword like... 'pineapple'. Simple, right?\" A slight nod of reassurance followed the suggestion. \"Now, you can't tell me that you're not the *slightest* bit intrigued by what it would feel like, to have the coarse ropes covering your skin and seemingly tightening at every struggle, or perhaps the soft embrace of leather...\" The question gradually formed into a whisper directly into Alyssa's ear, almost entrancing the woman with those enticing words. And as the idea built itself up in her head... she couldn't help but be convinced.\n\n\"R-rope...\" Alyssa responded softly, and Ella nodded in response.\n\n\"A fine choice. Rest yourself on the bed, and cross your wrists behind your back.\" The command was fulfilled without an ounce of resistance, and Ella followed shortly behind her, taking a place on the bed where she could easily access the vulnerable wrists of the submitting girl. A hand rested reassuringly on one of Alyssa's shoulders, lightly rubbing and gently playing with the strap of her tanktop before it slithered down her arm and to the coil that awaited its usage.\n\nAlyssa shifted ever so slightly as the rope was wound around her wrists, slowly tightening at the expert touch of Ella's hands. They were nimble and effective, knotting the rope securely in place. She enjoyed watching the lightly bound woman softly struggle, shifting her shoulders back and forth as her hands strained against the rope, her fingers searching for a grip on the knot to no avail. The sweetest part was watching Alyssa come to the conclusion on her on that this single rope was inescapably as her shoulders finally rested, accompanied by a soft sigh.\n\n\"How do you feel?\" Ella asked, taking a moment of genuine care for the newbie. \n\n\"I... *physically* fine, but this feels kinda...I-I don't know how to put it. Like a warmness, maybe nervousness in my body. But maybe that's just..?\" Alyssa seemed to ask it, yet who else but herself could give her those answers?\n\n\"Would you like to try more?\" \n\n\"Yes... I would.\" With that confirmation that lacked a second of hesitation, Ella carefully pulled the woman entirely onto the bed, laying her flat on it as her back rested on her arms, pushing aside all the other restraints she had. Her skilled hands began to travel down to Alyssa's ankles, binding them in a similar manner to the girl's wrists. She repeated this at her knees and thighs, securing her legs much more solidly than her arms. Alyssa threw herself against them, struggling with her entire body to try and escape the tight grasp of the trio of restraining done to her legs.\n\nNot an inch of slack was given to her. Heavy breaths escaped her lips as she looked down at her bindings, then towards Ella.\n\n\"I can see just how you got your reputation... you really are good at this, aren't you?\"\n\nThe domme let out a soft giggle. \"You sure know how to butter me up, don't you?\" She paused for a moment before crawling closer to Alyssa. \"So... you still enjoying yourself?\"\n\nAlyssa nodded. The tighter the ropes seemed to get on her, the more the embarrassment seemed to slip away. And in its place... formed excitement. \"I'd love to explore more of... *this*, with you as my guide. Would you... please?\"\n\n\"Of course.\" Ella responded, with a proposition of her own forming. A finger trailed down gradually from being planted on Alyssa's cheek, along her neck until it began to circle the ring of her chest. \"And if you're interested, then perhaps we could *both* explore a few new areas of our own...\"\n\nThe bound lady looked deep into Ella's eyes, which she now realized were parted with the frames that were once covering those beautiful irises ever so slightly. Alyssa blushed a little as she realized the audacity of what she about to ask. \"Perhaps we could seal this all with-\"\n\nHer sentence did not need to be finished for Ella to plant a kiss on Alyssa's wanting lips. The second of surprise was quickly replaced by a stream of bliss, overwhelming her body as she wanted nothing more than to continue this sweet, passionate embrace as they pushed softly against one another, soft moans of pleasure escaping each other's lips as they endearingly blessed each other's ears. Ella only reluctantly broke away for a moment to propose a rhetorical question to *the*... no, perhaps now she was *her* girl.\n\n\"Shall we continue?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A handsome knight is sent in to slay the evil witch queen. But the witch queen only sees her new toy.
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"content": "Remi trudged through the Forbidden Forest in his full armor, sweat running down his body. His king sent him to investigate a recent series of deaths occurring in the neighboring town. The residents warned Remi of the mysterious danger in the forest, but he told them he must do what his lord commanded, that he was the strongest knight in all the realm, that the threat would be quelled with no issue.\n\nNeeding a rest, Remi sat against a tree and drank from his water skin. Insects chirped. The sun was barely visible through the foliage. Dampness permeated the Forbidden Forest. Remi jumped up, startled by a snake slithering by. “Fucking snakes!” It disappeared before he could draw his sword. \n\nRemi eventually came to a large clearing in the forest. An innocuous log cabin stood in the center with a well off to the side. Maybe a reclusive woodsman lived there, whittling intricate toys for children. Perhaps they would have some clue as to where the threat resided. \n\nRemi, cocksure and unafraid, walked up to the cabin and peered in through the front window. He saw a cauldron near the fireplace, chairs, a staff, a table covered in potion bottles, and a woman in a lavender robe with red hair sleeping on a bed. Remi’s cock twinged at the sight of her.\n\nThe wooden door opened quietly, but Remi’s armor clanked and clattered, ruining all hopes of a stealthy entrance. Still, the woman slept unperturbed. As quietly as he could, which wasn’t very quiet, he walked toward the red-headed woman sleeping on the bed. Remi took off his helmet and set it on the floor. Through her robe, he noticed her bountiful bosom rise and fall with her breath. He leaned over her and smelled eucalyptus. His body filled with lust. Invigorated and aroused, he began to slip her robe off.\n\nEngrossed in the beautiful woman before him, Remi hadn’t noticed that the snake from earlier had crawled up his body. Before he realized what was happening, the snake bit his neck, and Remi collapsed.\n\n***\n\nRemi opened his eyes, his vision blurred. His head was pounding. Barely able to look around back and forth, he took in his surroundings. The sun had set. Candles burned. Jars of god knows what sat on shelves, which Remi hadn’t noticed when he first entered. The woman from earlier, her back toward him, stood by the table. There was a soft _poof,_ and smoke billowed up from the table.\n\nThe woman turned around and walked toward Remi, who was seated in a chair. She had a metal cup in her hand. “You’re awake—finally. What enchanting eyes you have. You truly are a fine specimen, perhaps the most beautiful man I’ve come across to date. Your sandy hair, olive skin, and defined, scarred muscles—you’re delectable.”\n\nRemi looked down and saw he was completely nude. He moved his mouth, but no words came out. He tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t budge. \n\n“You won’t be able to speak or use your legs for quite some time…” she said. “Sorry about that. But here, drink this, it will help keep your strength up.”\n\nThe cold metal cup against Remi’s lips sent goosebumps across his skin. The liquid ran down this throat, and warmth radiated throughout his body. Moments later, he was able to move his arms and hands a bit. Also, surprisingly, his cock hardened, pointing right up toward the ceiling. Remi blushed.\n\n“You do not disappoint, my brave knight.” She set her metal cup back down on the table. “My name is Ceres. And if you wish to live, my pet, you will do what I tell you. If you don’t obey, the cost will be dire. There is one rule. It’s a simple one. If you come before I tell you to, you will die.”\n\nRemi slowly nodded his head.\n\nCeres walked behind Remi’s chair and draped her arms around him. He felt her ample breasts press against his back. She reached down and ran a single finger along the head of his cock, petting it like an animal. “What a gorgeous cock.” It twinged. “Excited, aren’t you?” Ceres wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock and started stroking it while kissing Remi’s muscular back.\n\n“You’re a real pervert, sneaking into a woman’s home while she’s sleeping. Were you going to force yourself on me? Is that what you were thinking of?”\n\nRemi barely shook his head left to right, his movement still restricted.\n\n“Bullshit. I know men, and you’re all disgusting creatures. Filth.”\n\nCeres let go of his cock and walked in front of him.\n\n“You should have enough dexterity in your hands now. Stroke your cock, you animal.”\n\nRemi slowly moved his right hand toward his cock. He managed to wrap his fingers around it.\n\n“That’s it, that’s it. Move your hand up and down, stroke your hard cock. Nice and slow, we’ve got all night.”\n\nCeres pulled up another chair and placed it in front of Remi. She took a seat and caressed her body through her robe, her stiff nipples visible through the fabric. “Would you look at that? My big tits are just as excited as your big cock. Do you want to see them? That’s what you were after earlier, wasn’t it? A look at these beautiful breasts?”\n\nRemi nodded his head in agreement.\n\nCeres slipped her robe down off her shoulders, revealing her large, sagging breasts. No potion she brewed could reverse the effects of time and gravity. She ran her hands along her sides and up to her breasts, pinching her erect nipples. “You like these tits, don’t you?”\n\nRemi, blood pumping through his body, pushed through his muscular lethargy and pumped faster.\n\n“Be careful, my dear knight. Remember the rule? Come too fast, and that’ll be the end of you. If I were you, I’d slow down.”\n\nRemi reluctantly slowed his pace, fighting every urge in his body to try to break through the temporary paralysis and pin the sexy witch Ceres down and fuck her.\n\n“Did they send you to kill me?”\n\nRemi nodded while he jerked himself off.\n\n“You’re all fools, utter fools. Men, they only think with their cocks. But you know what? I can appreciate the primal urge. It turns me on. My pussy, it’s soaking wet right now. Do you want to see?”\n\nRemi nodded.\n\n“Only on one condition. Switch to your other hand.”\n\nRemi did so.\n\nCeres took her robe off the rest of the way. Fiery red hair covered her mons, pointing down toward her pussy. She spread her legs open, grool dripping between her dangling lips. Running a finger between them, she wiped some of her juices up and cleaned her finger off with her tongue.\n\n“Do you want a taste?” Ceres ran her finger between her lips again, walked up to Remi, and stuck it in his mouth. Remi’s cock got harder and more warmth radiated throughout his body from the magical grool.\n\n“Faster, you scum! This is too easy for you, I can tell.”\n\nRemi stroked faster. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.\n\nCeres, back on her chair, began rubbing her clit, slowly at first. Then she picked up her speed. “Do you like my pussy, dear knight? It’s wet because of you and your hard cock. I can tell it wants to be inside of me. Deep inside, pounding me. Just like this.” Ceres inserted two fingers into her pussy, sliding them in and out.\n\nRemi’s head fell backward, and he moaned ever so slightly.\n\n“Is that pre-come I see? You’re awfully close, aren’t you? But you better not come, I’m not finished with you yet.”\n\nRemi reluctantly stopped rubbing his cock, which was twinging out of his control, wanting anything but a respite.\n\nCeres left her chair and got down on her knees in front of Remi. She licked the pre-come off of the head of his cock and kissed his shaft. Ceres grabbed his cock and stroked it herself with both of her hands.\n\n“You’re _so_ hard. I can tell you want to come, just by the throbbing of your cock. I bet you want nothing more than for me to crawl on top of you and fuck you silly. But that’s not going to happen. Sorry, my dear knight.”\n\nCeres tightened her grip and pumped even faster for a few moments. Then she stopped. Then she sped up. The cycle of fast, slow, fast, slow continued. More pre-come ran down his cock. She lapped it up again and then returned to her chair, leaving him on the edge orgasm.\n\n“Y-y-you b-b-bitch,” Remi managed to get out in a faint whisper. \n\n“You are a strong one, indeed. No one’s ever been able to manage a single word before. I’m a bitch, am I? So be it.”\n\nCeres’ snake crawled along the floor and up Remi’s body, wrapping itself around his neck.\n\n“My little friend will tighten its grip with each word you say, so mind your manners and keep your mouth shut.”\n\n“F-f-fuck you,” Remi whispered. The snake tightened around his neck, causing him to gasp.\n\n“Back to it, my pet. Both hands this time.”\n\nRemi grabbed himself. Ceres got back on her knees in front of him and took his scrotum in her mouth. Remi’s ass cheeks tightened, on the cusp of orgasming, and she yelled out, “No! Don’t you dare.”\n\nSnake around his neck, gasping for breath, he let go of himself and shook violently in the chair. Once he calmed down, Ceres took him in her mouth, applying pressure with her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down. Remi grabbed her hair with his hands, pulling and tugging at it. She stopped, stood up, and slapped him.\n\n“No touching you piece of filth!”\n\nThe snake tightened around Remi’s neck once again.\n\nBack on her knees, she grabbed Remi with her right hand and rubbed her clit with her left. The room smelled of sweat. Ceres panted. Remi struggled for breath.\n\n“Come on me, come all over me!” Ceres yelled. Remi’s whole body bucked, and semen flew from his cock, covering Ceres’ chest. “That’s it, that’s it, you dirty, filthy knight. Your warm come is just what I need.” Ceres let out a loud moan, her body shaking as she orgasmed.\n\nThe snake loosened its grip and slithered away. Remi gasped for air. Ceres stood up and walked over to the table. She wiped off the come off her chest with a finger and inspected it. “What glorious come, it’s just what I need.” She collected it in a glass potion bottle. “You did well, my dear knight. You shall live to see another day. I’ve never had a pet last longer than one night. What fun we will have.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Strangers On A Train
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"content": "A very well crafted tale. I enjoyed the intimate space that it created and the sense off all that happens. The details are all quite welcome and we get a strong sense of the history and relationships at play. Asides to past encounters with her doms and recollections of their preferences and kinks are well integrated with the ongoing action in the present. Overall, it creates a mix of sensation that drives us forward throughout. There's a good focus on sensation and on the emotions that are keyed to all that happens. The sense of arousal is well-conveyed. The \"play-acting\" nature of the encounter is evident from the outset, and throughout on multiple levels, but this can serve to keep the story safer/saner and keeps things a bit more comfortable, so it's a reasonable path to choose. This was a very good story. Nicely done!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex in a world that lacks any form of sexual slang terminology
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"content": "I originally wrote this for [an old prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/axn1k5/wp_a_couple_is_the_actual_worst_in_the_world_at/), but I figure it's also relevant here...\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n“My dear wife Sophia,” said Roger as he climbed into bed sporting a large tent in his boxers. “Shall we do our marital duties before we go to sleep tonight?”\n\nSophia’s nipples hardened and became visible through her nightie as her eyes watched Roger’s bulge slide under the covers. “Yes please, darling,” she smiled in anticipation.\n\nRoger said: “Have you heard how people are doing the marital act these days? They actually say sexual things to one another while they’re doing it! They’re calling it ‘dirty talk’.” He hesitated before asking: “Is that something you might like to try, dear?”\n\n“I would like that very much, husband,” Sophia smiled warmly as she lifted up the hem of her nightie, exposing her nether regions under the covers. “Let’s try it tonight. Now if it’s not too much trouble, kindly rub your hand against my clitoris.”\n\nRoger eagerly slid his hand up his wife’s thigh, slowly moving towards the area where she most liked to be touched. “Is this the kind of rubbing you had in mind, dear?”\n\nSophia sighed happily as she relaxed into the bed. “Oh yes, Roger… Gosh, your hand feels rather nice on my inner thigh.”\n\n“I know you like to be rubbed like this,” agreed Roger. “I similarly would like for you to rub your hand on my penis.”\n\n“Yes, I am aware that you enjoy it when I rub your penis,” smiled Sophia as she ran her own hand over her husband’s thighs, lightly rubbing his bulge through his boxers. “It feels unusually large at the moment, from which I deduce that you must be enjoying our dirty talk so far. Am I correct?”\n\n“Yes, I am loving our dirty talk, Sophia,” Roger affirmed, his penis twitching and swelling a bit more at the unprecedented adventurousness of their naughty conversation. “My penis is growing even larger and can no longer fit comfortably in my pyjamas. Would you please take it out for me?”\n\n“Oh!” Sophia gasped at the pleasure of her husband’s fingers rubbing her clit, feeling her vagina start to moisten. “Yes, of course I will extract your penis from your pyjamas, darling.”\n\nShe slipped her hand in through Roger’s fly and wrapped her hand around his penis, then pulled it out through the hole and began to slowly stroke the shaft up and down. “I am now running my hand up and down your large swollen penis. Is that what you want me to do, Roger?”\n\n“Oh golly!” exclaimed Roger at the feeling of his wife’s hand stroking his penis, and he intensified his own hand’s ministrations on her clitoris. “Oh yes, your hand feels lovely on my penis, Sophia. If there is in your past some educator who taught you how to touch a man’s penis, I should very much like to congratulate him.”\n\nSophia giggled at her husband’s remark as well as the pleasurable sensation of his hand on her clitoris. “Don’t be silly, Roger. You know I’ve never rubbed body parts with any man other than you.”\n\n“Nor I with any other woman but you, my dear,” Roger said fondly, running his hand up his wife’s body to fondle her breast. “Incidentally, I hope it is not too forward of me to say that I quite like the size and shape of your breasts. They always help me get excited if you know what I mean.”\n\n“You really know how to flatter a lady, Roger,” Sophia smiled proudly. “Ahhh… I am glad you like my breasts so much, because my nipples feel very nice when you touch them.”\n\n“Yes, I know you like having your nipples touched, you sexual being,” said Roger, running a finger around his wife’s erect nipple.\n\nSophia giggled. “Not as much as you like having your penis touched, you sexy person,” she retorted, increasing the speed of her hand running up and down her husband’s shaft.\n\n“Oh, *fudge*!” Roger groaned in pleasure as he felt the blood pulsing through his hard penis. “Sophia, your hand drives me into a state of questionable mental health! If you’re not careful, I might ejaculate my seminal fluid all over our bedsheets and make a sticky mess!”\n\n“Don’t worry about that, darling. My vagina is fairly well-lubricated now, so I think I’m ready to do it in…” – Sophia paused for suspense – “…*the missionary position!*”\n\nRoger was so excited to hear her say that, he practically jumped on top of his wife.\n\n“Yes Roger!” Sophia gasped excitedly. “Go ahead and place your penis inside my vagina!”\n\n“Oh gosh!” groaned Roger, unable to hold back. He slid the tip of his penis into his wife’s vagina, then slid the rest inside.\n\n“Oh *sugar*!” exclaimed Sophia. “Roger, it has come to my attention that your penis is now inside my vagina, and I greatly encourage this new development! Thrust it in and out of my vagina!”\n\nHer husband obligingly started thrusting his penis in and out of Sophia’s vagina. “Flipping heck!” he exclaimed. “I am thrusting in and out of your vagina, Sophia! Your vagina is a very stimulating orifice in which to put my penis. Your vagina is such a comfortable fit for my penis.”\n\n“Oooh yes, Roger!” agreed Sophia. “*Darn*, it feels so – oh! – so lovely when you – oh! – thrust your penis – oh, like that! Oooh *fudge*, thrust into me until it temporarily decreases my IQ!”\n\n“Oh, I will, my darling wife!” promised Roger, thrusting his penis harder and faster into his wife, pressing her body down onto the bed as he lay on top of her. “Oh and by the way, I really enjoy doing my marital duties with you!”\n\n“Oh!” moaned Sophia. “I likewise enjoy doing my duties, dear husband! Oooh, I love the way you hold me in your arms as we – oh! oh! oh! – act out the desires that our species evolved through natural selection!”\n\n“Oh Sophia, you lovely incubator,” panted Roger. “I hope you don't mind me mentioning that I am really looking forward to using your womb as a depository for my sperm.”\n\n“Oh darling… yes, I am looking forward to that too, you excitable sperm-producer. Oh! Please fill up my vagina with semen from your penis! Oh, oh, oh! Do you have a lot of semen built up in your testicles?”\n\n“You are such a penis tease tonight, my dear!” Roger grunted, thrusting into his wife faster and faster with abandon. “You are quite correct, my testicles are extremely full of semen! I so intensely desire to inseminate you!”\n\n“Oooh yes please Roger… Oh, oh, oh, I am approaching maximal pleasure!” Sophia panted. “Oh, OH, OHHHHHHHH!”\n\nSophia wrapped her legs tightly around her husband’s back, holding his penis inside her vagina as it began to spasm uncontrollably. “OH, this feels pleasurable!” she shrieked.\n\n“Urrrrgh!” Roger groaned, as his penis pulsated and began to deposit semen in his wife’s spasming vagina. “Golly, I enjoy inseminating my wife!” he gasped.\n\nThe couple moaned incoherently as they climaxed together. Eventually their mutual pleasure subsided, the spent husband collapsed on top of his wife, and the two of them lay together in a post-coital cuddle.\n\n“That was really quite exciting, Roger,” Sophia murmured. “At times like this I feel a considerable bond with you, probably due to the release of oxytocin during our marital duties.”\n\n“I feel the same way about you, Sophia,” Roger whispered back.\n\nAnd the happily married couple drifted off to sleep, dreaming of dirty talk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Homewreckers, incest and flipping the narrative
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"content": "1. He got drunk. Real drunk. Now hes in a strange hotel, trying to piece together what just exactly what happened last night between him and the tasty little femboy in bed with him.\n\n2. A girl gets dirty with her bro under the guise of teaching him how to woo a lady.\n\n3. A woman invites a stranger into their house, and the guest is quite smitten with her. That is until her husband appears and gives her a passionate fucking right in front of the strsnger.\n\n4. Just bros hanging out in the showers until a girl comes along to clean herself up. Even when they discover the girl is actually a guy, all eyes are on his girly ass and wide hips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: With sex work now completely legal, you and your buddies are poised to release the latest ride-share app
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"content": "**Birds & Bees**\n\nAll I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding as I explored the app.\n\nMia, one of my friends from the Bay Area Recreational Softball League, asked me to be a beta tester for the new app her start-up was building. “We want to be first to market.” I even had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before they would send me the app. It was serious business.\n\n“You’ll catch on quick—it’s pretty simple,” she told me. “But let’s keep the premise a surprise. I want to hear your honest reactions, from signup to when you’re finished, okay?”\n\nI got the beta invite for Birds & Bees. I tapped the link, and the app downloaded on my phone.\n\nI launched Birds & Bees, and it walked me through the signup process. I took a selfie to upload as my profile photo. I entered my name, gender, nickname, email, and password. The app made it extremely clear my name would be private. I approved Location Services. All pretty standard. It wanted a payment method. I typed in my credit card details.\n\nThen it asked me what kind of sexual encounters I was interested in. My cheeks got warm. The gender options were male, female, non-binary, trans, and some I wasn’t even aware of. I selected female. Next up was body size. No preference. Then onto ethnicity. Again, no preference. Age—no preference. The final options were kinks—foot fetish, anal, BDSM, role-play, etc. I left them all turned on.\n\nBy the time I finished setting up my profile, I had begun to get a sense of what the app was for. I had heard murmurs about some changes to California’s laws for sex workers, but I didn’t know the exact details. Mia knew I was single and sexually modest, so I guess she wanted someone new to the world of sex work to test the app.\n\nThe main screen of the app was a map showing my location as a blue dot in the center. Little pins popped up around me with pictures of women in them. I tapped a few, bringing up their profiles. The first person was an older white woman with brunette hair wearing a nightgown. Three dollar signs were next to her nickname, “Dominique.” I swiped through her photos, most of them with her holding a whip, dressed in black vinyl lingerie. She was sexy, that’s for sure, but too adventurous for me.\n\nThe next profile I opened from the map was a younger black woman with a shaved head. “You’ve never seen sexier toes then these,” her bio read. Her second photo was her feet, and they were delicate, painted a light green. I wasn’t really up for that either.\n\nThe third profile, and the one I ended up selecting, was a curvy woman with a septum piercing covered in tattoos with black hair. What can I say? I prefer ink. Her nickname was Raven, and she had two dollar signs next to her name. “Up for anything, but no kissing.” I’m not sure I wanted to kiss either, so no qualms from me.\n\nI tapped the schedule button. The app said she was available now. It asked me what I was looking for. Handjob, blowjob, intercourse, anal, fetish play, and so on. Next to each item was her rate. Not quite ready to commit to anything more experience, I selected the cheapest option—handjob with dirty talk, finish on breasts—from the list. Birds & Bees asked for the meetup location, and I approved my apartment building’s address. I wrote a note about how to use the callbox. The app then requested to charge my card $60, which I approved.\n\n“Raven’s ETA is approximately 37 minutes,” the app said.\n\nI started sweating. My cock hardened. I’d never paid for sex before. I never had a problem with the idea, but it seemed like something I’d never do in my entire life. Hell, I’ve never been to a strip club.\n\nI paced around my apartment, tidying up the little messes that had been accumulating over the last few weeks. I drank a big glass of water, took a deep breath, and sat on my couch.\n\n_Bzzzzzz!_ I jumped up, startled. I walked over to the intercom. “It’s Raven from Birds & Bees.” I unlocked the door, and she entered the building. About a minute later, she knocked on my apartment door.\n\n“Hi,” I said, hardly able to look her in the eye. She was wearing tight black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black denim jacket, with a black tote bag slung over her shoulder.\n\n“Nice to meet you,” she said.\n\n“I-I’m new to all this. My friend works at Birds & Bees and asked me to test it.”\n\n“Cool,” she said. Raven looked around my apartment. “Nice place you got here.”\n\n“Can I get you anything? Something to drink or some food?”\n\n“I’m good, thanks. Let’s get to it. I’ve got another appointment after this. All these new users are keeping me busy. Just a handjob, right?”\n\n“Yup,” I said.\n\n“Well, you pick the spot.”\n\nI walked over to the couch. Raven got down on her knees, took off her jacket, and slid off her shirt. Her prominent love handles and bountiful breasts aroused me. Her chest was covered with a mandala tattoo, both of her arms with sleeve tattoos.\n\nRaven unbuckled my belt and took off my pants and underwear. My penis stood right up, relieved of no longer being held back. “What a sexy cock,” she said matter-of-factly, grabbing it. Her hand was cold at first. She smelled of lavender.\n\n“How’s that feel, you dirty boy? Do you like it when I rub your hard cock? I’m _so_ wet right now.”\n\nRaven knew what she was doing, that much was certain from the beginning. She rubbed the head of my penis with her thumb, then she’d stroke fast and hard, then go in slow-motion with almost no pressure, alternating back and forth. Once in a while she’d massage my scrotum ever so softly with her other hand.\n\nShe kept talking dirty, but I tuned it out, studying the tattoos on her arms. There was a moon, a bird, a cat, a ring of waves. Lost in her tattoos, her scent, and the pleasure of her hands working my cock, I got closer to orgasming faster than intended.\n\n“I’m going to come soon,” I said.\n\nRaven got closer to me and stroked faster. I looked at her face. She was staring right at me. My heart fluttered. My ass tightened. Every ounce of pressure in my body was relieved, and my semen sprayed all over Raven’s breasts.\n\n“How was that, you dirty boy?”\n\n“Amazing,” I said, breathing heavily. “Let me get you a towel, sorry for the mess.”\n\n“Don’t worry, I’ve got one.” Raven reached into her tote bag and pulled out a hand towel. “Where’s the bathroom?” I pointed over toward it. I pulled on my boxers and pants. She walked back out not long after and put on her shirt and jacket.\n\n“I really enjoyed that,” I said. “Thanks.”\n\n“Glad to hear it. Hope to you see you again soon,” she said as she winked. “Have a good one.”\n\nRaven left my apartment, the transaction complete. My heart was still pounding, my head was swimming. I grabbed my phone and opened Birds & Bees. It popped up right away, asking for a review. I gave Raven five stars and a $10 tip. Was the handjob worth $70? I’m not an expert on the monetary value of sex, but I had a nice time. Money well spent.\n\nI told Mia about the experience the next day at a coffee shop, and she was pleased that it went so well.\n\n“Are you going to use it again?” she asked.\n\n“Sure, I don’t see why not. Next time I’m in the mood, I’ll give it another go.”\n\n“Why don’t you try something more adventurous next time? You’re more vanilla than I imagined,” she said, laughing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rules of the game are simple. There is one married couple in one hot young stud.The hot young stud has one full hour to do whatever he likes with the wife, while the husband watches. The wife can opt out any point she wants. But the longer she goes the more money she wins.
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"content": "Janie’s legs are shaking uncontrollably as the stranger behind her jackhammers her asshole. She stares at the wet condom on the table with cum dripping out of it. She can’t really breathe as her body starts to tighten for what will be her third anally-induced orgasm. “You got this honey!” her husband, Chris says, clapping and wooing for her. She tries to smile at him but can barely focus her eyes, they roll back, her mouth is hanging open and drool is running out of it like a leaky fire hydrant. Her knees buckle and she barely catches herself before a moan and a half giggle escape from her throat. She can feel wetness running down her leg from her sopping pussy as the man behind her suddenly bangs hard into her ass and his cock pulsates for a solid twenty seconds before he pulls out. He walks backward and sits in a chair behind her. Camera two follows him, arcing around in front of him to show his red, exhausted, face. Sweat is pouring off of him. Camera three moves under Janie to show her asshole dilate and contract while cum drips out. Her pussy is red and sore and wet. Camera one shows her husband, excited and cheering then spins to show her face, also exhausted, still in ecstasy, and pouring sweat.\n\n“CONGRATULATIONS!” the host says, walking back onto the set. “You lasted one hour in the ‘medium-level’ room. If you two walk away now, you will have made three-hundred thousand dollars!” The husband whoops and claps. “Now, there is a challenge room. Room three, the ‘hard-level’. If you go to the next room, it’s all or nothing. If you, Janie, tap out at any time you’ll walk away with nothing. Or you can finish one hour and walk away with a combined seven-hundred thousand dollars!” Her husband claps wildly. \n\n“We got this baby!” he screams, “You can do this! You were MADE to do this!”\n\n“I don’t- I’m not sure…” \n\n“It’s a yes or a no and you’ll be moved there IMMEDIATELY!” The host says. Janie can’t catch her breath. \n\n“Yeah, yes…” she says, gasping and panting.\n\n“That’s my GIRL!” her husband shouts but he sounds far away to her. The ‘male talent’ stumbles up to her and whispers.\n\n“You don’t HAVE to do this you know? I can-can barely walk. You must be out of it.”\n\n“Yeah, but we-we need the… money.” she stands up, her perfect fake tits don’t move much as she positions herself and takes a last deep breath before smiling. “I can do this.”\n\n“Yeah,” the talent says, “Ok.”\n\n\\-\n\nThe lights flicker on in room three. The cameras are already moving around the room, gliding on invisible tracks. Janie stands in the middle of the room, her husband is sitting by the door. There’s a couch, a mattress, and a table at the other end of the room. Janie wobbles a bit before the host, out of the room, says “THIS IS ROUND THREE, ALL OR NOTHING! BRING IN THE TALENT!!” The door opens and six men walk into the room. Janie gasps.\n\n“You got this honey!” her husband yells, but she’s not sure she’s ‘got this’ as the men circle around her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Somewhere in the back of her head, a little voice kept telling Rachel - insisting, really - for her NOT to wear any panties under her skirt, even if this was just her very first date with Brad. So she didn’t. And good thing too! - as was abundantly clear when she first entered the restaurant.
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"content": "Something was telling Rachel not to wear panties on her first date with Brad. She hit it off with him but she thought that’d be a little forward, especially since she didn’t do one night stands but no matter how much she moved the purple unmentionables around in her hands, something was telling her they weren’t needed. \n\nShe punched the restaurant into the gps and started off. From the outside the restaurant looked like any semi-formal/semi-casual restraint but once she stepped inside and saw Brad hunched over with his head down, she knew something was up. \n\n“Hi” she said with a smile. \n\nBrad slowly lifted his head. \n\n“You look beautiful Rachel. “\n\nHe just as quickly returned his head to its previous position. Rachel say down next to him and rubbed his back. \n\n“Is every-“\n\n“Hayes, party of two, Hayes party of two?”\n\nRachel’s jaw dropped at the hostess that called for them. She was dressed in something Rachel wouldn’t even call risqué, her nipples and pussy were covered but just barely. Rachel’s raised her hand so they didn’t lose their table and Brad lifted his head. \n\n“I didn’t know Rachael I’m sorry. I tried to cancel the reservation but they said it was too late. I tried to call you but you must been driving, I’m so sorry, my friends set me up.”\n\nRacheal looked past the hostess but still couldn’t see into the restaurant. She slowly stood up and walked over to the hostess. She blushed as she could patrons inside mingling all wearing about the same if not less amount of covering that the hostess was wearing. \n\n“What kind of place is this?” Racheal wondered out loud.\n\n“It’s our once a month Dine and Fuck!” The hostess said clearly excited. “We don’t usually see couples here so we were surprised when Mr. Hayes made a reservation for two. We were even more surprised when he showed up wearing so much clothes. “\n\nRacheal looked behind at Brad, who was more or less curled into a ball and smiled. \n\n“How little do we have to wear to get in?”\n\n“Oh you guys can dine fully clothed if you wish but it might be a little awkward. We don’t force our patrons to do anything they don’t want to. “\n\nRacheal shrugged. \n\n“I know but when in Rome...” she said before moving closer to the hostess’s ear “and besides I have a good feeling about Brad. “\n\nThe hostess and Racheal laughed as Brad sat up. His mouth hung open a little as Racheal causally pulled off her shirt, revealing her purple bra. She stuffed the shirt into her purse and looked at Brad. \n\n“I’ll uh, I’ll stay clothed if you don’t mind Racheal...”\n\nShe shrugged with a smile as he joined her. She gently kissed his cheek. \n\n“I don’t Brad. “\n\nShe could feel him sweating through his sports coat. She wasn’t sure if it was the heat or embarrassment but she was determined to make the best of this little prank. Slowly as the night went on Brad loosened up. Their date ended with him in his undershirt and dress pants and her, of course, in her bra and skirt. \n\n“I can’t believe we did that...” Brad said to Racheal once the two were outside. \n\nRacheal laughed and kissed his cheek again. \n\n“D-do you still want to go out again?” Brad asked shyly.\n\n“I got a good feeling about you and me Bradley Hayes, I wouldn’t have stuck around tonight if this was enough to ruin it. “."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She probably shouldn't have let herself be seduced with a pack of chocolate cupcakes, but she knew it would be more fun if she went along with it...
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"content": "Geeta sat back at her desk after lunch and stared at her growing inbox. *Death by a thousand incident tickets*. The work wasn't new, but it felt especially soul-crushing on her birthday. Opening the service desk application, she noticed that Walter had assigned the bulk of them to her while she was out. She grabbed a screenshot of the ticket count and pasted it in an IM to him: `Happy Birthday to me 😛`\n\nThe production support coordinator's reply was typically corporate: `Better to be busy than not. Also Happy Birthday.` \n\nShe read the final sentence in his typically flat voice. Even though he wasn't the most charming person in the department, she could always count on Walter to have her back to work. His furtive glances at her large chest during team meetings did not go unnoticed either. Geeta wasn't blind. In *especially* boring meetings, she had also imagined him in ways that were \nless than professional. When he caught up with her in the break room a couple hours later, he was holding a pink cardboard box.\n\n\"Um, these are for you.\" The box lid was sealed by a small sticker with the logo of her favorite local baker, owned by an Italian woman who's display cases were filled with fresh cookies, cannolis, and tiramisu. Her authentic Roman desserts were uncommonly good. Geeta slipped her fingers through the seal and opened the box.\n\n\"Oh, oh thank you,\" she said. Inside the box were four chocolate cupcakes, the most American item in her store. Each one was garnished with dark chocolate ganache and a plastic stick and sign proclaiming, \"Happy Birthday!!!\" as if the extra exclamations made it louder. No doubt they'd be delicious, but she thought the pervasive idea, that *everything* improved if it were \"hand-held,\" was annoying. Masking her mild disappointment, she put the box on a counter and hugged him. *Well, at least he works out.*\n\n\"I wanted to apologize,\" he muttered, arms around her, blushing. \"It's been busy as you know and you're uh, really the best… the sweetest!\" His brazen hand moved lower until it rested on her skirt, right at the shelf of her ass. \n\nGeeta froze. *Things have escalated*. She thought about her options: whether to slap him, call HR, or *really* push him. Perhaps they could just have a little fun. His face was red, suddenly not confident in what he'd just initiated. His embarrassment looked cute. Geeta decided she wanted to celebrate her birthday in style. Reaching behind, she cupped his hand and moved it even lower. \"Go ahead and squeeze,\" she whispered, \"nobody's watching.\" When she felt his other hand join on her ass, she gasped and smiled. The bulge in between them grew harder and she felt her dark cheeks flash hot.\n\nWalter looked out of the break room blinds and she was right, no one seemed to notice. Still, he broke away to turn off the lights and close the blinds before locking the door. Geeta was dimly illuminated by the vending machine but he could tell she was unbuttoning her top. \"Oh god, you're so hot,\" he mumbled, kissing her deeply. \n\nShe liked his earnestness, pushing her lips open when his tongue, hand on the back of her neck. The pressure felt wondrous. Unclasping her bra, she let his other hand slide up her belly and cup a breast, too big to fit in his palm. The man knew what he liked. \"Let me take off my top, proper.\"\n\nTaking a step back, she peeled back her shirt and let her bra fall into her hand. Holding them both at her aerolae, she shook her breasts and watched him lick his lips. \"I'll let you suck on my tits after I get my birthday present.\" Geeta dropped to her knees, pawing at his pants. They fell down with a heavy *clunk* and she fished out his hard cock through the fly of his boxers. Nuzzling into his crotch, she moaned, \"Happy Birthday to me.\"\n\nIt was his turn to moan softly as she licked the head, just to watch it twitch, then wrapped her lips around it. Walter tasted salty and sweet, his musky scent lingering on her tongue as she ran circles over his tip. Pulling back, she could feel the underside of his head on her lips and she squeezed, watching him groan in delicious agony. It felt good to be appreciated for her skills. The wetness between her legs started to soak her panties. \n\nTwo fingers wrapped around his base and she slowly stroked him, bringing her hand to her mouth. As her head bobbed faster, he reached down and grabbed her breasts, pulling her nipples upward. Geeta moaned with appreciation. They stayed like that, sucking and teasing each other until Walter, panting harder, tried to hold her ears. She stopped him and took him out of her mouth.\n\n\"Cum on my tits,\" she gasped, pumping his spit-covered cock with both hands. He grunted, thrusting his hips into her hands until the first rope of cum shot onto her chest. She giggled, pulling more loads over herself, rubbing his head against a nipple until it dripped with his cum. Tapping it against her skin made a satisfying splash, and she rose to kiss him. When he bent down for her breast, she was surprised. \"You don't mind the mess? Some guys have a thing about cum.\"\n\nWalter shook his head. \"Do you mind if I clean you in the process?\" \n\nShe didn't. Sitting on the counter, Geeta reached for a cupcake and started eating while he licked his own load from her hard nipples. *Fuck, I need to eat more chocolate cupcakes.* The dark ganache was cloyingly sweet but smooth and rich, and she hoped Walter found the taste of her tits to be just as enjoyable. His hand slid inside her skirt and he looked at her, expectantly. \"Getting greedy, aren't you Walter?\"\n \nHe slid it out and rested it on her thigh. \"Sorry, I should have asked.\"\n\nKissing him with chocolate covered lips, she smiled and hiked up her skirt. \"Do what you want, and I'll tell you if you're better than this cupcake.\"\n\nHe started to gently rake her inner thigh, first at the knees, then slowly higher. She leaned back and let him, closing her eyes as she chewed another bite of cake. When his thumb grazed her wet panties, she arched her back and looked at him, still suckling at her breast. Dabbing a little frosting on her other nipple, she guided him to it. Maybe it was a waste of ganache, but sharing was a virtue, and Geeta was a virtuous woman. \n \nWalter's fingers finally breached the fabric of her underwear and slid over her swollen clit. It felt electric, one, then two of them rubbing and circling her sex. The smell of it, mixed with his scent on her chest, perfectly paired with the sweet bitter notes of the cupcake. He lingered at her opening, spreading her slick over the folds and she thought nothing but desire to feel him inside. *Perhaps later*. He nuzzled into her neck as she rode his fingers, pumping into her pussy, faster and faster until she, moaning in his ears, reached the point of no return. All her pent up energy, the knot in her belly released and she came hard, smashing the remnants of the cupcake onto the counter. \n\nAs the shaking subsided, they both stood still for a moment, not knowing what to do next. Geeta held her chocolate covered fingers, and Walter held his pussy soaked hand. \"Wanna taste?\" they asked at the same time, and she giggled. \"Jinx!\"\n\nIn the contest of taste, both agreed that it was a tie, and that further competition was necessary. Geeta looked forward to it.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hi my name is Bob, and my sexual fantasy is doing a very evil woman.
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"content": "New to group therapy I sit in a circle of unfamiliar faces where one man is standing.\n\n\"Hi my name is Bob and my sexual fantasy is doing a very evil woman\"\n\n\"Thank you Bob\" says the psychologist as he sits down opposite me. \"Anyone else?\"\n\nMotivated by the frosty reception of every girl who wouldn't talk to me earlier, I rise to my feet.\n\nStrutting into the centre of strangers I stand in silence, unzip my dress and step out of it.\n\n\"Hi. My name is Gypsy and my sexual fantasy is to have sex with Bob right now\""
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"content": "After weeks of watching others doing it, Abby caught one, all by herself. A presentation submitted for ad review was almost cleared for use at a big meeting tomorrow, but thanks to training and sharp eyes, she caught an error that could have been an embarrassment to the company. Normally, there'd be no time for a re-submit since it was already after hours, but in this case, the presenter was her boss. Proud of herself, she bounded down the hall to show it to her. \n\nEmily's door was closed with the window blinds drawn shut, but Abby could see faint light seeping from the edges. Without thinking, she knocked on the solid wood door and opened it at the same time. \"Emily, I did it! I-\" \n\nWords stuck in her throat as she took in sights, sounds, and *smells* in her boss's office. Emily faced a wall, panting, sitting at the L-shaped desk wearing wireless headphones. She was reading a text-dense document on the large monitor; one hand under her open shirt, the other one, lower. Abby almost yelped and started to back away when her boss finally noticed.\n\n\"Stop,\" Emily said, cooly. The confidence in her tone was something Abby had always admired and respected. Gesturing for her to stay and sit, she waited until Abby closed the door and took a chair before closing one button in the middle of her shirt. Emily swivelled to face the shocked new hire, taking off the headphones. \"The door was closed, was it not?\"\n\n\"Y-yes, I was just so excited and I knew that you were presenting tomorrow… I didn't mean to interrupt.\" Abby swallowed and stared at the outline of her pert breasts, pressed in a tighter, overshadowing the smooth expanse of skin below. It made her self-conscious about her own body. Emily was in great shape. She kept her black hair cut short at a severe angle that revealed a long neck and toned shoulders and arms. The pinned marathon bibs and framed rock climbing photographs on her desk were a clue as to how she got them. She *earned* them. \n\n\"Do you recall the section of the employee handbook regarding closed doors?\"\n\nAbby's nervousness abated as her focus shifted, trying to recall *anything* that she'd seen or done more than a minute ago. Her eyes brightened as the words flashed in her mind. \"You mean, the part about Absolute privacy after hours?\" She hadn't memorized the language, but Abby knew that failure to follow company rules could lead to termination. Embarrassment and regret washed over her sallow face. \"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. It won't happen again.\"\n\nWhen Emily saw her reaction, she softened. \"Hey, hey. It's alright. It could have been worse. This time it was just me in here, but just so you know, I'm not always alone, and my partners can be less forgiving.\"\n\nThe air still felt electrically charged, but Abby relaxed a little in the chair. Stifling a tear, she spoke softly. \"So, you're not going to fire me?\"\n\n\"What? No. That would be absurd, wouldn't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess so,\" she replied with a nervous laugh.\n\n\"Instead, I'm going to give you some positive reinforcement.\" Emily's tone was serious. \"Take off your clothes.\" \n\nAbby stopped laughing. \"I'm sorry, what?\"\n\nHer boss stood up and took off her shirt and black trousers, already unzipped. Emily's red panties rode high over her hips, swooping down to a narrow stretch of fabric, barely covering her sex. She could have been a fitness model, a warrior princess, or a goddess. Maybe all three and more. \"Abby. Take off your clothes.\"\n\nShe knew she could leave, that the door wasn't locked, the job wasn't important. The next corporate gig could be right around the corner. In this crowded city, she wouldn't even have to find new parking. Still, Abby wasn't a quitter. Standing up, she pulled the elastic that held up her long blond hair, then ran her fingers down the middle of her shirt, undoing each button in slow motion. As more of the air hit her bare skin underneath, she felt goosebumps rubbing against the fabric. \n\n\"You have great taste in underwear,\" Emily commented, looking at her satin bra. \"It fits you well.\" \n\nAbby blushed. \"Thank you?\" She had never received compliments like that, certainly not from other women. Bracing it with one arm, she reached back with the other to unhook the clasps and the thin straps fell off her shoulders. Slowly, she pulled away her arm and her two large breasts hung at their natural position. She was hot and cold at the same time, unsure of what to make of Emily's stoic expression. Instead of overthinking it, she unzipped her pants, letting them fall to her ankles. \"Good enough?\"\n\nHer manager twirled her finger and Abby stepped out, turning around for her. It felt like being roasted on a spit like Greek gyro meat, and yet her nipples were hard from excitement, knowing that Emily was watching her curves so intently. She spun around again, more slowly, and when she completed the turn, the boss was next to her, as if by magic. \"Oh my god, how did you move so fast.\"\n\nEmily ran a hand over her cheek, sliding it to the back of her neck. \"I was focused.\" She pulled Abby closer until their lips grazed gently. Her breath was sweet, but her eyes looked for an answer to an unspoken question. Abby responded by kissing harder. Between soft moans and smiles, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end each time Emily stroked her skin. \n\nHands slid lower to asses, and the pair found themselves standing with their legs and arms intertwined. Abby's eyes rolled back with pleasure the moment tender lips were pressed into her neck. Heat raced up and down her body, from her cheeks to her sex as they explored every inch of skin. \"What about positive reinforcement?\" she asked between gasps.\n\n\"Does this feel like punishment to you?\" the manager asked, rubbing the outside of her panties. \n\n\"N-no, that… that feels pretty good. *Really* fucking good. I mean, how does this discourage me from barging in again?\"\n\nShe stood back. \"Good point,\" Emily replied. She led her around the desk and moved her swivel chair, then positioned a balance ball in front of her computer. \"Have a seat.\"\n\nAbby complied and glanced at the monitor. The document wasn't corporate ad copy, it was erotica. Scanning the top paragraph, the story involved four women enjoying the company of a very lucky man. Sweaty bodies groped and spread for each other, their throbbing desires articulated in fine detail. Abby licked her lips. \n\n\"I want you to read this aloud while I play with you. Do you know what I mean when I say that?\"\n \nAbby nodded despite not really knowing the specifics, placing all her trust into the manager's hands. \n\n\"If you can get to the end without an orgasm, I'll consider the slate cleaned and nothing else will happen.\"\n\n\"What if I do? I mean *don't*?\" Abby's mind was spinning with curiosity. \"That is, what happens if I fail?\"\n\nEmily smiled broadly. \"Then I start scheduling 1x1 meetings until you learn.\" Sitting close behind her, she wrapped her arms around, cupping one breast while the other hand slid under the waistband. Her fingers skimmed over her bare pussy and settled over her clit. \"Begin.\"\n\nAbby's eyes widened as she felt electricity all over her body. Turning to the monitor, she opened her mouth to read the first paragraph, but only groaned as Emily's fingers gently circled her clit. The sensations made her wet, barely able to breathe, but through sheer determination, she focused on the words and started to read aloud. \"...Nadja took him into her mouth, gladly. He pulsed inside her, blood rushing through him as she ran her tongue along the underside of his- *oh, fuck*...\" Slumped back, Abby closed her eyes again while two fingers below spread her folds back, and a third finger dropped into her wet pussy.\n\n\"That's not what it says,\" Emily teased. Fingers out, she waited for Abby to catch her breath. \"Want to try again?\"\n\nShe did and she didn't. A girl could get used to being finger fucked by her boss, but Abby took pride in her work too. Nodding, she straightened her posture and continued reading. \"... his shaft. She moved her hands around him, squeezing his bum… *hngh*...both for her own enjoyment and to get the proper… *Mmm*... leverage to move her head up and down. As she did, she tightened her lips around him, tongue dancing over the head...\"\n\nFeeling more used to Emily's finger, curling into her pussy, she read with more confidence, riding the waves of pleasure as she spoke. The boss encouraged her, stroking her hair, cheeks, and breasts before inserting a second, then a third digit. \n\nAbby slapped the spacebar with a shaking hand as her pleasures grew more intense. Three quarters through the story, she started to wonder if she'd make it. Already, her hips were no longer hers, they rocked into Emily's hand. Her legs swung open and closed, looking for a release that was still buried inside her sex. The words she read were a blur, scrolling through more lurid sex than she'd ever read before, pleasured like no other time. As she read the final sentence through a strained voice, she bit her lip and begged. \"Please, please let me cum.\"\n\n\"Cum for me, pet.\" Emily pressed her strong fingers deep and Abby clamped over them one last time, moaning and laughing as her orgasm sent her body into shudders. Holding her close, she waited until the motion subsided before licking her fingers. \"Good, you were so good. The slate is clean.\"\n\nAbby dressed again, the feeling of her soaked panties chafing against her pants. \"I promise, no more barging in when the door's closed.\"\n\nEmily cupped her face and kissed her sweaty brow. \"And, if you see that the door is open, even just a crack, feel free to knock.\" \n\nAbby couldn't wait for the chance.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome. Also, if you haven't read [The Spear of Humanity](http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/NadjaKarsk/38007/The-Spear-of-Humanity), you need to rectify that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have the ability to rewind time by 30 seconds at a time, a pretty handy 'redo' power. You decide to use it to your advantage when talking to your crush
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"content": "\"Nice watch, by the way.\"\n\nI turned it over on my wrist. It looked like any old smartwatch-- you couldn't tell where the screen met the body, and there weren't any buttons, but it was a nice little number. \"Got it while I was in Japan. You like it?\"\n\nRachel smiled back. \"Yeah, it's kind sleek, you know? It suits you.\"\n\nI glanced at the screen as if checking the time. A square-ish blue symbol flashed up, filling the screen just for a moment. I committed it to memory.\n\n\"You think I'm sleek?\" I asked, jokingly. She shook her head.\n\n\"I mean it fits your aesthetic, dork.\"\n\n*Not the answer I was hoping for.* I visualized the glyph from a moment ago and suddenly I was looking at it on my watch again.\n\nA handy little trick, but it only worked for thirty seconds, so it wasn't like time travel.\n\n\"I'll take that as a compliment,\" I said.\n\n\"Uhh.\" Rachel cocked an eyebrow at me. \"You should? Why, did I say it weird?\"\n\n*Nope. Not that.* I jumped back again.\n\n\"What's that supposed to mean?\" I asked.\n\n\"What?\" She asked, \"I'm just saying!\"\n\n*Ugh. Redo.*\n\n\"You sayin' I'm 'sleek,' or something?\"\n\n\"Mm. Maybe...\" Her response bordered on flirty, and I resisted the urge to pump my fist in the air. I was on the right track. I dismissed the glyph from my mind and took a right, Rachel backtracking to follow me. The alleyway was a good shortcut-- it took you across to the other side without having to go all the way around-- but nobody came here because it was a heat sink for the buildings it was in-between, and nobody looked in because there was never anything there.\n\nI glanced at the watch again, and a new symbol came up. Checkpoint set.\n\n\"Why are we taking the alley? You in a hurry?\"\n\nI stopped and turned around. \"Nah. Just needed some privacy,\" I said, stepping in close and grabbing the back of her neck. It took one firm squeeze and her legs caved, sending her to her knees. I wrapped her ponytail around my hand and cranked her head back.\n\n\"What are you doing--\" I cuffed her in the mouth, silencing the protest immediately. I already knew how to do this quickly, but I only had at most twenty seconds. If I got down to the last five before dismissing a checkpoint it always got me panicked. I tugged down my pants and let my cock out. I shoved it into her mouth, using her hair as a handhold, and felt the familar resistance of her gagging as I pushed past her tonsils.\n\nThere was never enough time to fully enjoy this, and no sooner was I fully hard than I felt the reset-glyph pulsing in my forebrain like a headache.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, I know.\" I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let it rest on her face, savoring the image of her sticky, cock-drunk expression before I reset.\n\n\"Why are we taking the alley? You in a hurry?\"\n\nI didn't even answer this time, I just grabbed her and pinned her face first to the wall. Pulled down her panties and stuck a finger in. The noises of surprise, mixed with her sudden, shuddering moan as I fingered her just the way she liked it, had me at full mast much quicker this time. I slid inside and she could barely voice a protest between thrusts-- just half-formed words turned into squeaks and moans with every clap of her ass on my hips. The thirty second mark got close, and I wasn't even close to satisfied.\n\nReset.\n\n\"Why are we taking the alley? You in a hurry?\"\n\nI turned around and shoved her, knocking her to the ground. I folded her legs up over her head, tugged her panties to the side, and just started fucking her on the asphalt, not even waiting for my dick to be hard.\n\nReset.\n\n\"Why are we taking the alley--\" I whirled, wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. Her knees buckled, tears streaming as her lungs fought for air, mouth watering, her legs kicking and flailing as I hoisted her off the ground. I dropped her, and she crumpled to the floor, wheezing and coughing.\n\nReset.\n\n\"Why are we taking the--\" I turned and delivered a vicious backhand, knocking her headfirst into the alley wall.\n\nReset.\n\nI threw her face-down and fucked her like a dog before she could speak.\n\nReset.\n\nI stripped her naked and left her there, alone and confused.\n\nReset.\n\nI watched her sob and cry and break down bit by bit, broken by words.\n\nReset. Reset. Reset.\n\n\"Why are we taking the alley? You in a hurry?\"\n\nI considered the one thing I'd never done during a loop. The one thing I hadn't tested. It was tempting.\n\nI shook my head, dismissing the checkpoint. \"Nah.\" I said, and I meant it.\n\nI wasn't in a hurry at all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Make me some lewd limericks.
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"content": "(These were originally going to be separate limericks, but then I decided to string them together into a loosely continuing story.)\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere once was a woman called Heather\n\nWho always complained of hot weather\n\nWhen she saw a hot guy.\n\nBut the real reason why\n\nIs she was rubbing her legs together.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Heather fell for a new crush\n\nHer brain would start turning to mush.\n\nHer heart all a-flutter,\n\nHer mind in the gutter,\n\nAnd her pussy starting to gush.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer brother was also quite lusty.\n\nHe noticed his sister was busty.\n\nHe just had to explore\n\nHeather's lingerie drawer.\n\nThen she found her bra strangely crusty.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHeather was a pretty young chick\n\nWho smothered her mouth in lipstick.\n\nTo her father she'd claim\n\nTasteful art was her aim\n\nBut really she just liked sucking dick.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOnce Heather showed up to class drunk.\n\nHer strict teacher threatened to flunk.\n\nShe said \"oh please sir,\n\nIf I may defer,\n\nI'll blow you and swallow your spunk!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHeather got a job doing adverts\n\nFor a clothes company selling skirts.\n\nWhen directed to tease,\n\nShe took off her undies,\n\nAnd flashed her cunt for all the perverts.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe cancer fundraising committees\n\nHad no luck with jingles and ditties.\n\nThen they found the answer\n\nTo stopping breast cancer:\n\nPay Heather to jiggle her titties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHeather's boss was married and stable.\n\nHis restraint was easy to disable.\n\nThe moment they kissed,\n\nHe couldn't resist\n\nJust bending her over the table.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"God damn you!\" his cheated wife swore.\n\n\"Why go stick your dick in a whore\n\nWhen I often suck it\n\nAnd I often fuck it?\"\n\n\"Only she lets me in the back door.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [TT] Sex at an Airshow
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"content": "This was a fun little scene, a pleasure to read two people enjoying themselves with breezy dialogue and the sturdy chair. The one handed waves at the end added a little comedy as well. Nice work.\n\nAs far as criticism, I'm not a fan of starting a story with a character sketch, or in this case, two. Instead, you could have Ryan looking for Eric(k)a and spotting her, based on her physique. Alternatively, you could intersperse her physical attributes while she's sitting. \n\nFor example: \n\n\"Erica's extra long legs allowed her to sit comfortably on his lap, backed up against his chest.\" \n\nTake all that with a grain of salt. Those are just my preferences as a reader. Thanks for sharing your story!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me your Dubcon, Incest, Transformation, Mind swapping and gender swapping ideas.
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"content": "Mind-swap/Transformation:\n\nA personal trainer is best friends with a librarian. One is 6’11”, and the other is 4’2”. They mainly get along because of the looks they get when they’re out in public, because of the crazy size difference.\n\nOne day, for one reason or another, they get Freaky-Fridayed. The trainer gets the librarian’s body, and the librarian gets the trainer’s body. The power difference weighs on them, and the bigger one decides they want to be more than just ‘friends’"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This genie is relatively benevolent but also horny as fuck...
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"content": "There were advantages to working in a group. Support, strength in numbers, the option to socialize.\n\nHowever the benefit of working solo was that anything she did alone was entirely her accomplishment, and that brought with it a sort of pride, knowing that the professor couldn't take credit for any of her work here.\n\nAs she brushed away the loose dust with gentle hands, the sunlight beating down on her caught the dull glint of gold.\n\nA thrill ran through her, and for a moment she considered calling the others over to watch... but then the rest of the team would bully her out of the pit and end up excavating it themselves.\n\nPerturbed at the very idea, she kept her mouth shut and continued to clear away dirt until she'd fully uncovered a large bottle, shaped not unlike a bong.\n\nIt was filthy, but the blue glass beneath the dirt and grime was a vivid, frosty color, and as she dusted it it came clean with remarkable ease, revealing the swoop and curve of decorations, impressions of naked silhouettes cast in ancient gold. The stopper was topped with a gemstone of precisely the same pale blue as the bottle, which meant either the bottle was crystal or the stopper was glass.\n\nShe giggled a bit at the thing. A fancy bottle, dug up in the desert. \"Wonder if there's a genie inside?\" She joked in a deep, sarcastic imitation of the men on the excavation team. As if to keep the joke going, she grabbed the long neck and rubbed the length of it.\n\nFrighteningly, the bottle grew suddenly cold in her hands, and with a POP like a champagne bottle the stopper popped out, as if pushed from the inside. Her hand darted out and caught it before it could hit anything, and she sighed in relief before seeing what was pouring out of the bottle.\n\nSmoke. Pale blue smoke rolled out in thick, soft trails-- more smoke than the bottle could possibly have held, filling the pit she knelt in. She inhaled to try and speak, scream, make any noise at all, but got a mouthful of smoke and the words wouldn't come. The cloud billowed around her and for a few long moments she was lost. She had no idea where she was or what was going on--\n\nThen the smoke cleared, and she was standing in a beautiful oasis-- a secluded paradise the size of a house, ringed with trees thick with fruit, and in the center of it all was a glassy pond, the same pale blue as the cloudless sky above, fed by a crystal-clear waterfall that flowed down a smooth rocky slope.\n\nIn short, she still had no idea where she was or what was going on.\n\nAfter a few moments, she stood, the sugar-fine sand beneath her shoesfirm yet soft as she approached the pool and peered over the edge.\n\nThe water was clear and fine, and for a moment she was tempted to strip and dive in-- it was so much cooler than it had been a moment ago.\n\nThen the surface of the pond broke without warning, and an utterly nude figure rose up-- a tall, tan-skinned man with veritable acres of rippling muscle across, water trickling down the grooves and contours of his chest as he shook out his long black hair. His face was lit with joy, and a cry of freedom filled the air, accompanying the splashing of water and of course, a scream of surprise and terror.\n\n\"Hello!\" He cried out, rushing to the edge of the pool as quickly as she could blink and clutching her shoulders with wet hands. \"Thank you! Thank you so much!\"\n\n\"Whoa, whoa, whoa!\" she shouted, swatting his hands aside and staggering to her feet. \"Who the hell are you and what is going the FUCK ON!?\"\n\nHe laughed, \"OK, OK! Guess you guys haven't heard from us genies in a while. I'll break it down, you take a seat.\" He gestured, and she stumbled into a hammock that had not been there before.\n\nClimbing out of the pool, she got a better look at him. He looked like a man in his twenties, of indeterminate but clearly Mediterranean descent. The water on his skin beaded and rolled off, and there was an oily sheen to his skin and hair. His dark eyes seemed to sparkle and his smile never seemed to falter. His only clothing appeared to consist of golden armbands and anklets, jewelry that looked suspiciously similar to the decorations she'd seen on the bottle a moment ago, bound to his skin by delicate chains. And when her eyes strayed down, she yanked them straight back up, hoping he hadn't seen her meatgazing him.\n\n*Christ, that was big.*\n\n\"I am The Mighty Akhum. As they once called me.\" He said, bowing, then straightening up and flexing, making the golden figures wrapped around his biceps writhe as though reveling in the feeling of his muscles against them.\n\n*Mighty was righty-- god in heaven, he's a hunk.* She swallowed hard, trying desperately to keep her eyes on his face.\n\n\"I was trapped in that in-*fernal* bottle, and you have freed me. I am eternally grateful, and as thanks for my freedom, I would offer you three wishes to fulfill your hearts desire.\"\n\nSo it was literally a genie-in-a-bottle situation. Straight out of a Disney movie, were it not for... God, stop LOOKING.\n\nHe clapped his hands together, and she heard rolling thunder in the distance. \"So! Sit back, relax, and wish away, darling. We've got all the time in the world. Hell, tell me a little about yourself.\n\n\"Uh, hi. I'm Alex... I'm an archeologist-- or, a student of archeology. I kinda... OK, um, Mighty Akhum? Can I ask a question?\"\n\n\"Shoot, baby. I'm all answers.\"\n\nAlex threw both her hands forward, gesturing very clearly to his nether regions. After a moment of confused silence, punctuated by Akhum cocking (oh god) an eyebrow, she gestured again, more forcefully, and added \"WHY ARE YOU HARD RIGHT NOW!?\"\n\nAkhum did not look the least bit sheepish. \"Honey, I have been stuck in that bottle for a good two-thousand years and *then* some. Do you know what it's like in there?\" His expression darkened with frustration. \"Imagine a shackle on every limb, a collar 'round your neck, a gag in your mouth, you're blind, mute, deaf, and held in place by a thousand thousand chains. You can barely squirm in your restraints, you can't smell anything but your own sweat-- you think I had enough wiggle room to *touch myself*?\" \n\n\"OK,\" she threw her hands up, \"Point taken. Just... it's distracting.\"\n\n\"Yeah. I wasn't called \"The Mighty\" for taking on the Galloping Hordes. Though that was a fun afternoon, Jidassi and I will have to catch up when I see her again-- *regardless,* I'm still waiting on those wishes of yours.\"\n\nAlex took a deep breath. \"OK. OK. Three wishes. Easy stuff. Don't try to cheat the system, just wish for what you want.\"\n\n\"You wanna take a dip?\"\n\n\"Pardon?\"\n\nAkhum gestured to the water. \"You're tense. You could afford to loosen up a little. Like I said, we got all the time in the world.\"\n\nAlex thought about it. Take a dip in a tropical oasis with a hung and handsome hunk?\n\nShe didn't have to think about it long."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A free-spirited and seductive princess decides that her new minder isn't going to ruin her fun... In fact, maybe they'll get to be part of it...
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"content": "It was no secret to her that there were assassins.\n\nWar was fought by armies, but the Empire needed to deal with insurgents, heretics, and spies on a regular basis. The paladins were for publicly smiting such problems, and the assassins dealt with them quietly, behind locked doors.\n\nSo, she knew that when her father dismissed the legionaries that had thus far been her bodyguards, she knew immediately that he'd assigned her a more competent handler-- one who could protect her and keep her in line.\n\nShe never saw them-- they must have been masterful in their stealth because the most indication she'd ever had of their existence was a series of frustrating coincidences-- doors and windows being locked when they shouldn't have, servants catching her where before they'd never cross her path.\n\nShe'd not been able to get away for a second, not even when she was out of the castle, on the grounds. She'd tried to ride off the path during one of her horseback-riding lessons, and found the horse would not step off the path. Normally, they were unswervingly obedient, but it stubbornly refused to let her ride it away. Her instructor had laughed when he noticed.\n\nThese, and the prickle on the back of her neck-- the feeling of being watched, were the only indication of her new handler.\n\nShe'd not had the least bit of fun-- fun that wasn't inked into a schedule-- in a week. She was on the verge of tears, and she did not want to let her father have the satisfaction of breaking her.\n\nSo, one night, when she'd found her bedroom door locked and felt that familiar prickle on her neck, she decided she was going to have some fun with her silent observer.\n\n\"I'd like to take a bath before I go to bed.\"\n\nThere were a few moments of utter silence in her room, broken suddenly by the soft click of the oiled lock opening.\n\nThrilled, she made her way, barefoot but still in her nightgown, to the bathhouse a floor down. She was already stripping when she felt eyes on her.\n\nHer body was modest, but developing steadily. Soon enough she'd have the kind of figure her mother did. If looks could kill...\n\nOnce she was out of clothing to strip away, she stepped into the bath-- a sunken pit, with steps leading down. The water was cool, but she didn't hesitate as she stepped in, the flower petals o n the surface scattering in her wake as she found the right depth and let herself drop below the surface.\n\nWhen she rose up from the water again, she threw back her long, blonde hair, almost dramatically. She was putting on a show at this point, but she pretended it was all normal for her. She lathered herself with fragrant soaps, then slowly rinsed them off. Once she was certain she was clean, she upended a flask of oil onto her back, shoulders and chest, then began rubbing it in with long, slow motions. She considered asking for help rubbing it into her back, but thought it would be even more fun to show how flexible she could be by doing it herself. It was painstakingly slow work, but at last her pale skin gleamed like polished marble, and she stepped into the steam room, reclining gracefully as her sweat beaded and rolled down her body. It made her skin crawl in the most delightful way, and she knew he (it was surely a man) was watching her closely now. A few times she thought she'd seen motion-- near the door, in the corner, just over her shoulder-- but after the third she conceded she'd get heatstroke before long, and decided it was time to go to bed.\n\nGathering a bathrobe around herself, she made her way back to her room, taking the quickest possible path but finding nobody in the same halls as her.\n\nOnce she was in her room, she discarded the robe and pulled back her bedcovers before stretching out on the sheets.\n\n\"It must not be very comfortable, wherever you're hiding. Hanging from a window, or in some cramped crawlspace I don't know about, or-- I suppose even standing up for too long would be tiring.\" She heard the door's lock click while she was speaking. Not as gently this time.\n\n\"If you'd like to get more comfortable... you could keep an eye on me from... up close?\"\n\nShe heard it. It was breath, shorter than a sigh and barely audible-- like a sharp, amused exhale through the nose. She imagined it came with a smile, a small grin on a sharp jawline.\n\n\"I understand. You're not allowed to be seen, it's your job not to be seen.\" She sighed, \"I'm just so lonely here. I sneak out because I want company that doesn't HAVE to be nice to me, doesn't have to say things like 'Your highness,' or 'your grace.'\" She closed her eyes and rolled over onto her back.\n\n\"If you're going to keep me from going out... couldn't you at least give me a little bit of company? Where it matters?\"\n\nSilence. No response. She opened her eyes and was startled to find the room was dark. The candles were out, the windows were shut, the only source of light was the moon, shining in through the balcony doors.\n\nAnd then she heard it.\n\nIt was soft breathing at first, then knots coming undone, fabric folding, all the velvet-soft sounds that made her smile at first. Then came the ones that made her spine crawl: she heard knuckles popping, stiff muscles cracking, and then, the unmistakeable sound of a short blade scraping out of an oiled leather sheath. She was beginning to feel anxious-- no, afraid. She was afraid she'd crossed a line, made him angry or inspired some dark, sinister desire instead of mere arousal.\n\nThen she saw it. Less than a silhouette with the moon waning, but it was there. Black-on-black, she didn't so much see him as she saw indistinct shifting in the darkness. She felt something lean on the mattress at the foot of the bed, and she flinched back in alarm. She felt him approach, and ended up backing up to the headboard. A hand touched her face, a hand that was soft, but not smooth, a velvet to her silk, and where it cupped her cheek, she felt warmth spread. Then she felt a cold tingle as the edge of a blade touched her neck. He wasn't cutting her (not yet, she thought morbidly), he was just letting her feel the edge rasp against her skin. She held perfectly still, but for the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was sure he could see exactly what he was doing. She was blind, but he lived in the darkness. He was born in it, cut from it the way a dress was cut from cloth.\n\nShe'd taken the concept of being watched by an assassin so lightly. He was reminding her. It was not a gentle reminder.\n\nShe shivered. The knowledge that the man cupping her cheek so gently could just as easily end her life was intoxicating. The only thing that kept the crawling horror down was her sheer arousal and anticipation.\n\nThe blade retreated, and she assumed he had set it aside because another hand cupped her other cheek. She felt breath, hot on her face, and let herself be pulled close.\n\nShe heard him lick his lips.\n\nAnd then he kissed her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Transformation, Incest, Mind Control. Send me Prompts!
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"content": "Nadine's job had her traveling a lot. To keep her husband and her happy she had a real voodoo sexdoll made. It looked and felt just like her and she felt it when he did anything to it. Unfortunately, he died in an accident and died, but Nadine still needed make a work trip. Luckily, her two son's and her son in law are able to help her go through the house and pack up her late husband's stuff for her, while she is at a busy business conference."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Intense fear pranks with embarrassing reveals and no hard feelings
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"content": "You're the naive one in your circle of friends and that sometimes means you're strung along but you trust them. After all, no one has ever gotten hurt and you all are still close friends. \n\nYou're invited over to your friends house or hangout spot, to try out the latest VR headset. Your friends tell you it has the latest haptic feedback. It even needs you to wear a harness, tights or a body suit. \n\nThey have you try a sexy dating Sim and you realize that you can feel the things your lover in the game does, thru the suit. \n\nOnly, there is nothing special about the suit and the VR headset is just visual and audio."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantasy or Sci-Fi Bondage Prompts
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"content": "a) In the (not-so-far) future, masters don't use ropes or restraints. They simply enable override (that slaves gave up willingly) of the slave's wetware... And if the master can read your thought... do you still need safewords? \n\nb) In the not-so-distant future where most experiences can be done in VR, one shibari master insists on doing things the old-fashioned way... with proper hemp rope. However, he thought he was doing a demonstration to a mannequin. He didn't know the mannequin is a VR proxy prototype... connected to you... and you will feel EVERYTHING the mannequin does... \n\nc) As the most junior royal guard, you've been assigned to guard the princess, who had been cursed to seduce everyone for a period of 24 hours. Why you? Because you're homosexual. Unfortunately, they didn't know about your side-job... shibari master. It is for her own good..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man finds his wife/girlfriend/etc. asleep on the couch and decides to relieve a bit of stress. Being half-succubus, she's pretty big into the idea.
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"content": "Your own moan stirs you half awake, as you feel the lips of your pussy spread by a welcome intrusion. Fingers are playing with your smooth pussy lips, as a hand grips your hip. You moan into your pillow, writhing instinctively, as your unseen lover caresses you from your tiny waist, along the wide curve of your hip, and to the round lobes of your ass, stopping there to give you a gentle grope.\n\nEven in your half-asleep state, you can feel the sexual energy starting to feed you and, as a succubus, you’re always *hungry*. A knee spreads your thighs apart, and you feel the lower half of your body being shifted on the bed, your large breasts squishing against the sheets, as you’re repositioned. With your thighs spread wide apart, you feel someone over and above you, something electric and bulbous approaching your sex. Soon, something thick, firm, hot and heavy is sliding into your hungry depths, and your hips flex to allow it in deeper.\n\nThe weight of a body pins you down to the bed, bigger than you and deliciously firm and warm. One hand snakes under your petite torso, gripping and groping one of your massive, heavy breasts, and the other finds its purchase on your hip, holding you tightly, as whoever is pinning you down continues to slide his cock into you. You moan again, a thin line of drool leaking over your plump lips and down onto your pillow, pooling against your cheek. The feeling of being gently impaled on this exquisite cock is delicious, and your clit is already stiff, dragging along the sheets beneath you and filling your mind with pleasure.\n\nHe hilts himself inside you, filling you up and stretching the wanton walls of your pussy around his heavy, perfect cock. You roll your hips, flexing yourself around him and soaking up the pleasure that radiates from every patch of your sex, your body on autopilot. He, too, is luxuriating in the feeling of being joined with you, and you can sense his every sexual pleasure, as he basks in the sensation of your needy, grasping pussy squeezing and flexing around him, practically begging him for his seed without your bodies even moving.\n\nYour tail, squeezed between the two of you for much of it’s length, nonetheless wraps around him, stroking his side and urging him on. It’s entire length is an erogenous zone, and the pressure, the skin-to skin contact, and the stroking only add to the growing clutter of pleasure you’re bathing in.\n\nSlowly, at first, he starts to move his hips, drawing himself out of you, the effort made more arduous by how tight and grasping you are, even being soaking wet. He thrusts forward, and every spot in your quim is stroked anew, little quivers of pleasure rippling through your body and fluttering into your sleep-soaked brain. Your little mouth is open, and your tongue is all but lolling out, your eyes still closed, even as your body writhes against the sheets, your hips trying to follow his, and your chest pressing your bust into his hand.\n\nHe starts to grope your heavy breasts, his hands overwhelmed by the soft, jiggling, overflowing bounty of your tits. His palm finds one of your large areolas, and your body shivers in pleasure, as the little bumps brush against his skin. His fingers wrap around one of your stiff, thimble-sized nipples, and he tweaks your tender nub between his thumb and forefinger, making you sigh and groan with sleepy, erotic bliss.\n\nHis hips have found a rhythm, and he’s properly fucking you now, your heavy ass jiggling as he bottoms out on every steady stroke, his each thrust stretching you full and sending a new jolt of pleasure through your sex. He still pinning you down to the bed, his thighs spreading yours, and the pressure on your body makes your pearl rub delightfully along the soft sheets with every motion that either of you makes. Soon your sleepy mind is struggling to both grind your clit against the covers and to meet his thrusts at the same time. You can’t judge how well you’re doing in any way more meaningful than the fact that you’re in absolute heaven.\n\nYou moan and pant as if you were in heat, your eyes crossed behind your closed lids, as the sensations build and build. A climax is rapidly kindling inside you, growing hotter and more insistent, until it suddenly bursts through you like a backdraft. Your entire being is alight with pleasure, and your mind is consumed by it. Only lust, only sensations and sex exist for you, as your ravenous pussy starts to quiver.\n\nHe presses his full weight down onto you, squashing you into the mattress, as he plunges himself into your sex and erupts. He pumps a geyser of cum deep into your womb, its warmth spreading throughout your tummy, as your pussy greedily milks his seed from him, feeding you in your sleep. Fresh, new waves of pleasure emanate from your womanhood, as you feel yourself being nourished and energized. His thick cock pumps heavy pulse after heavy pulse of cum into your body, until your belly actually feels heavy with its new meal. His body rests atop you like a weighted blanket, his breath ragged in your ear, as he finally relaxes, your womanhood still milking his cock.\n\nHe pats you on the ass, as he starts to pull himself out. It is a long, slow motion, pulling his thick, still half-hard member from your vicelike pussy, and the both of you can practically feel suction. A new, exquisite torment of pleasure ripples through your body at this last bit of stimulation for your oversensitized pussy. One of your hands drifts down to your tummy, rubbing slow circles over your filled and satisfied womb.\n\n“Thanks babe,” he says, his voice comforting and familiar, as he goes back to wherever.\n\n“Mmhm...” you hum, as you wriggle happily back into the blankets, going back to your nap with a smile on your lips.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\nClearly, they have a couch that folds out into a bed.\n\nComments and feedback welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elizabeth thought wizards were supposed to be helpful but this one kept magically removing her clothes at the worst times
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"content": " Elizabeth could feel the cold air on her naked skin, and she knew it had happened again without even having to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, counted to ten, and quietly banished all thoughts that would lead to her strangling her best friend. She finally opened her eyes to take stock of her situation, and sure enough, her clothes were neatly folded on the shelf she had been stocking.\n\n\"Every time I sneeze.\" She fumed. \"This happens every time I sneeze, *and it's allergy season!*\" \n\nShe thanked whatever Gods hadn't been responsible for her current predicament that she was almost completely alone in the store that night. Her manager, Gladys was probably asleep in the front office, and Alan never bothered to leave his register when he worked late shift. She risked a quick glance for Derek, the only unaccounted for coworker, before grabbing up her uniform and making a mad dash for the back room.\n\nElizabeth angrily tied her apron back on, and grabbed the store phone off of its hook. It took her a few minutes to remember Missy's number, and even longer to remember that she had to dial out first, but she wasn't about to risk going up to the front break room to grab her phone out of her locker. The phone rang and rang, and Elizabeth felt her temper flare.\n\nShe had asked Missy to cast a few helpful spells to help her study for her exams. Nothing big or extravagant, just little things that would help with memory and clarity of thought. Missy had given her a potion and warned her not to ration it out, otherwise there may be “side effects”, but for most part everything had been fine. Sometimes her eyes would change colors, other times her fingernails would glow in the dark. It was harmless.\n\nBut this? This was unacceptable. She felt a tickle in her nose, and her entire body went rigid. The feeling quickly passed and Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief. Finally, she got an answer on the other end of the phone line. \n“H-hello? Lizzy is that you?” Missy’s voice was tinny, as if she were nervously holding the phone at arm’s length. \n“Missy! You horrible, evil witch!” Elizabeth cried. “Are you magicking off my clothes every time I sneeze, or did you give me a bad potion!?”\n\n“I gave you that potion a month ago!” Missy huffed. “I told you you either had to drink it all at once, or throw it out after three days!”\n\nElizabeth blushed. Now that she thought about it, she did sort of remember Missy mentioning something about fermented potions and wild magic. She bit her lips and twirled the phone cord, silently grateful that Missy couldn’t see how embarrassed she was.\n\n“Is there- Is there anything you can do to help me, Missy?” Elizabeth pleaded.\n\nThe other end of the line was quiet. \n\n“There’s nothing I can do without seeing how the magic is malfunctioning first hand.” Missy confessed. “Usually these kinds of things are the result of magical buildups in your system, so try taking something for swelling in the meantime. It sounds weird, but it usually works.” She advised, sagely. “Or get yourself off, that usually works too.”\n\nElizabeth opened her mouth to tell her friend, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way in hell that she was going to rub one out in the dirty back room of a grocery store, when Derek suddenly rounded the corner.\n\n\"I've gotta go Missy, I'll see you after work!\" She yelled, slamming the phone back onto the receiver and kicking up a small cloud of dust. She winced, and dove out of the way, inadvertently running into Derek and causing them both to tumble to the ground. \n\n“Whoah Liz, what the hell is the matter with you!? Derek shouted from underneath her, but Elizabeth was frozen in abject terror. \n\nThe tickle in her nose had returned.\n\nShe barely had time to register that Derek had even spoken to her, when a mighty sneeze rocked her entire body. She opened her eyes for a brief second and barely made out the outline of her clothes, once again folded neatly on the ground nearby. She looked up at Derek, his face a mask of shock and confusion, when suddenly she sneezed a second time. \n\nShe saw stars, and a flood of sensation washed over her. With her eyes screwed shut, Elizabeth wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to her, but there was one thing for certain. She was feeling skin against her skin. *And something else pressed against her stomach.* She opened her eyes and immediately felt her blush return. There was a second pile of neatly folded clothes next to hers. \n\n\n“Hey, uh, you mind telling me what’s going on Liz?” Derek asked, gesturing vaguely at their nakedness. \n“Well, it’s kind of a long story. Would you believe me if I told you a wizard did it?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An excitable Kakuen, a frumpy orc, and a monk begin a journey to seek enlightenment. Enlightenment looks a lot like defeating demons by fucking them.
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"content": "In the early morning, coming out the north gate of the city of Summergale, there was a most curious sight; a coffle of slaves being led by a knight on horseback. \n...No, they weren't slaves. They are the heroes of our tale. \nPotoo, an excitable monkey-like being, ever eager and ever lustful. Chained up as a precautionary measure against his 43rd attempt to ravish the innkeeper's comely daughter. \nGork, a grumpy green tusk-jawed warrior, the very image of a barbarian orc. A former raider begrudgingly turned adventurer, put in shackles following his carousing and trashing of the inn two nights ago. \nAnd Tetsu, a pious, travelling monk who forswore material pleasures and vices. Bound and fettered as a form of mortification, though he still annoys the innkeeper by barely spending anything. \nThe knight is an NPC hireling who is escorting them out of the city and to their destination, and thus not especially important to the story. \n&nbsp; \n\"Remind me, please. *WHY* are we going out here?!\" Gork loudly growled as the three of them marched along. \nTetsu sighed, turning his head slightly to answer the orc behind him, \"The tomb of Ragnar the Brave lies up here. Some kind of demon has taken up residence, presumably plotting to corrupt Ragnar's remains.\" \nGork wrinkled his nose, \"Half-demon or full demon?\" \n\"...Full demon.\" Tetsu answered after a while. \n\"And you signed us up for this?\" the orc growled, \"I'm not sure you noticed, but you can't kill demons like normal! You need a cleric to dispel them, not...us!\" \nPotoo, having been gagged after one too many lewd comments, said nothing. \n&nbsp; \n\"Look, it'll be fine. Demons are intrinsically creatures of darkness and corruption. The mere presence of an enlightened being will repel them.\" Tetsu explained. \n\"And you're enlightened, mister bondage-fetish?\" Gork snarked. \nTetsu turned to half-glare at the orc, \"I practice humility and deny myself mortal pleasures in order to rise above them. To find gratification solely in kindness to others is the path to enlightenment.\" \n\"Translation, 'My sole purpose is to be a worthless fucktoy, please use and abuse me'.\" Gork whispered to Potoo, who giggled through his gag. \nTetsu's eyes narrowed, \"And how do you propose to gain enlightenment, Gork?\" he almost growled. \n\"Fucking.\" Gork answered simply. Potoo nodded eagerly. \n\"Excuse me?\" \n\"Fucking.\" Gork repeated, \"As in, sexual intercourse, willing or not.\" \n&nbsp; \nThere was a pause. \n\"You cannot be serious.\" Tetsu said in disbelief. \n\"I am.\" Gork responded with a hint of glee, \"Standard orcish ritual. Fuck a volunteer or a captive until you cum. Put your heart into it and when you cum, you briefly enter a state of bliss. Shamans do it all the time to commune with spirits.\" \nTetsu's expression was even more incredulous (Potoo's eyes were sparkling with joy), \"You think you can dispel a demon by...having sex with it? Having your orgasm in its company?\" \nGork's smile widened, \"You bet y-\" \n\"AAAND here we are!\" the knight interrupted, \"So sorry to interrupt your conversation but we have arrived at your destination! I'll have your keys and equipment in a moment! Thank you for walking with Summergale Horselines, we hope you'll remember us the next time you trash an inn!\" \n&nbsp; \nA few minutes later, Gork and Potoo had been unshackled and the latter ungagged, and equipped with their respective weapons and armor. Tetsu the monk remained bound per his personal preference. \nThe knight had departed on their horse back towards Summergale, making haste to avoid hearing any crudeness out of Potoo's mouth. \n\"So, we're here. At Ragnar's Tomb.\" Gork summarized, \"Potoo goes in to find and disarm any traps the demon might have set, then you present yourself, your enlightened soul free of hatred and gloom, to banish it back to the infernal depths.\" \nTetsu slowly nodded, wondering when the orc had appointed himself leader of the expedition. \n\"And if that doesn't work (it totally won't), Rape Ape and I will do things *our* way.\" Gork finished. \n\"I object to my characterisation!\" Potoo objected, then thought about it, \"Wait, no, I'm fine with this.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elizabeth loves going to the forest and skinny dipping in one of its many lakes. Unfortunately, one day someone finds her.
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"content": "Elizabeth stood at the edge of the lake. She looked out at the water illuminated in the rising moonlight and smiled. \n\n“Beautiful.”\n\nShe took another cursory look around before stripping off her clothes and underwear. She folded them neatly and hid them behind a rock. She stretched, a small bit of sweat already forming on her forehead from the balmy summer night. She slowly stepped into the lake and sighed a sigh of relief. \n\nLiz loved the quiet. Living in a college town after a life in Texas took its toll on her but this was her way of getting away from, easing that small bit of homesickness that crept up every now and again. The quiet sounds of crickets, the warm water, it brought back so many memories of discovering love and sex with the good old boys back home. \n\nUnfortunately she wasn’t the only college student that enjoyed the quietness of the lake. The spot became a hotspot for bored or stressed students to let off some steam. Either with substances or sex. Liz knew the lakes reputation but figured she was far away from the main hang out. \n\nThe water was still as she gently floated along. And then she saw the flashing lights. The cops knew the areas reputation as well as anyone. While they might not find any students doing anything they may encounter the naked sophomore taking a swim. Then things go from bad to worse as Liz hears people dive into the lake. She freezes and looks back. \n\n“Fuck...”\n\nShe says under her breath realizing she’s out in the middle of the lake and her clothes are a good swim away. Hearing the unknown divers swimming closer and closer, she decided to huddle down as much as she could. \n\n“Hey Elizabeth!”\n\nHer stomach dropped, her face turned white. The voice of the encroaching swimmer burned her eardrums. Getting caught by cops was bad, getting caught by random students was bad...but getting caught by her older sister was something else. \n\n“Hey Kel...what are you doing...nevermind.”\n\nShe smiled a shy smile as Kelly stopped swimming, closely followed by her boyfriend. The smell of pot and sex took over the air and Liz had to resist her shudder. \n\n“Me and Dave...”\n\n“Kel!”\n\nKelly, and Liz looked over and saw cops searching the lake with flashlights. Before Liz could say anything. Dave and Kelly dove under water. It was only a minute but it felt like an eternity before they came back up. Liz’s face went from white to bright red as Dave turned away from her and her sister stared a hole through her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You bought one of the first commercially available telegraphs. Wasting no time, you start sending some of the world's first sexts
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"content": "Contains >!Softcore Sunday, solo masturbation, encouragement, and dirty Morse code!<\n\nYou may need a [translator](https://morsecode.world/international/translator.html)\n***\nCorinne quickly parked her carriage near the train station and took to the boardwalk with long strides, the pace nearly blowing off her large straw hat. She stepped inside the empty lobby and greeted the agent with a curt smile before joining him in the cage. \"Good day, Mr. Peters,\" she said breathlessly.\n\nHe smiled and closed his pocket watch. \"Right on time, Miss Dressen. Quite a bit of work for you today.\" Corrine followed his eyes towards the back office, where a large stack of onion skin papers laid atop her desk, waiting to be keyed into the telegraph. The office was small and cramped, but the ability to close the door, to block out the noisy life outside, was essential for sending and receiving messages. \n\n\"I'll get right to it sir,\" she said at the threshold. Hanging up her hat and coat behind the door, she adjusted her dress before sitting at the desk and pulling the first sheet, bound for Boston. \n\n> DEAREST N. ARRIVED IN LAWRENCE. WILL SEND FOR YOU AS SOON AS I AM SETTLED. H.\n\nShe pulled a small brass lever that energized her key to the Eastbound line and it emitted a short hum. The town was connected to the world once more. Her finger hovered over the button and she tapped the destination code, then unleashed a flurry of dotted and dashed signals, sending the message to the next agent in Kansas City. Stamping the sheet with the current date, she paused to imagine their lives, separated by unknown circumstances, bridged only by a long wire and good people like herself. It made her feel proud to be so nimble with the telegraph, tapping the electric button with a language even Mr. Peters barely understood at all. The paper floated gently into the completed bin.\n\nFor one hour, Corinne silently worked, relaying messages of love, hate, and sorrow to her faceless comrades. From the corner of her eye, she watched the clock. All the messages had to be sent by noon, but the stack barely shrunk. Corinne never missed her deadline, but knew it was time for her break. Peeking into the lobby, she could see Mr. Peters through a window by the train platform, readying parcels. She sat down again and changed lines, connecting to a single spur further south. Almost immediately, the key sprung to life. \"Right on time.\"\n\n`.-- .... .- - / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / .-- . .- .-. .. -. --.`\n\n*Enough,* she replied with slow taps, looking down at her pleated top. *Perhaps too much.* Corinne bit her lip, wondering about his own state of dress.\n \n`.. / .-- .. ... .... / -.-- --- ..- / .-- . .-. . / .-- . .- .-. .. -. --. / .-.. . ... ...`\n\nShe did too and told him as much. As she unbuttoned her midriff, the key tapped on its own again.\n\n`- . .-.. .-.. / -- . / .-- .... . .-. . / -.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / .-- .- -. - / -- -.-- / .... .- -. -..`\n\nSliding her hand in the gap, she felt the goosebumps on her skin, the tiniest film of sweat pulling against her fingertips. With her other hand, she relayed her desires and waited for his next instruction.\n\n`- --- ..- -.-. .... / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -... .-. . .- ... - --..-- / - . .-.. .-.. / -- . / .-- .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / ..-. . . .-..`\n\nTeasing herself, she sent back a response in lurid detail, the smoothness, heft, and subtle bumps her fingers caressed. *How does that make you feel?* she signalled.\n\n`- .... .. -.-. -.- / .- ... / .- / - ..- .-. --. .. -.. / .-. .. ...- . .-. .-.-.- / .. / .- -- / .-.. .. .- -... .-.. . / - --- / --- ...- . .-. ..-. .-.. --- .--`\n\nThe thought of his ardent desire made her smile. Despite never meeting her paramour, Corinne had constructed him whole cloth from their past dalliances: black curly hair framing a steel gaze, arms like trees, and manhood that few breeches could contain. Perhaps he was like her, able to vividly imagine another person deftly massaging the intimate parts of her body. Unconsciously, she spread her legs under the desk and the beginnings of her own arousal bloomed. *I am a river as well* she replied.\n\n`.-.. . - / -- . / ..-. --- .-. -.. / .. - --..-- / - --- / -.-. .-. --- ... ... / .. -. - --- / .--. .- .-. .- -.. .. ... .`\n\nCorinne stifled a moan as she hiked up her skirt and reached under. With her eyes closed and her finger tapping on the button, she described for him every curl and curve with an attention to detail that would put Merriweather Lewis to shame. With both hands on her body, she listened to the telegraph key, droning with lust.\n\n`... - .-. --- -.- . / .. - --..-- / .-.. . .- ...- . / -. --- - .... .. -. --. / -... . .... .. -. -.. / -... ..- - / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .. -. .... .. -... .. - .. --- -. ... --..-- / .. / .- -- / - .... . .-. . / .-- .. - .... / -.-- --- ..- / -. --- .--`\n\nThe room filled with the sounds of her soft moans and the code for the letter N, staccato dot and dash repeated for as long as it took for him to finish. She was always surprised and admired his skills. Reaching her own climax, she lurched forward and fell into the desk, panting and heaving from the release. Slowly, peacefully, she signalled her completion. Turning her head, she looked at the clock, then the pile of unfinished messages to be sent. *Our time is up,* she tapped.\n\n`.-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. .. -.- . / - --- / -- . . - / - --- -. .. --. .... -`\n\nIt was tempting, to finally meet the man she loved from afar, but this town was very small, and in some ways, very cruel to certain types of women. She hoped that the measure of time between his message and her response would not be taken as a denial. *Not tonight, but soon. I long to meet as well.* \n\n`... .- -- . / - .. -- . / - --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .-- ..--..`\n\nThere was no question. Looking outside at the long stretch of cable wire strung along the railroad, she sighed and thought about the world. *Yes, and meet me in Kansas City, one week from today.* Corinne flipped the line switch before he could reply, giddy with excitement. Waving herself as she left the office, she found Mr. Peters, still on the platform. \"I must take a short break before the general store closes,\" she said, pointing to her carriage. \n\nHe looked at his pocket watch. \"Will you have time to complete the telegrams?\"\n\nDuring her service, Corinne had never missed a deadline. \"Of course, Mr. Peters, my fingers are magic!\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's been a month since everyone in the world swapped bodies with someone else. A couple meets up for the first time in their new bodies.
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"content": "It had been a full month since the worldwide change had happened and the world had changed completely. All men and women had switched places although it all seemed to be contained within each country, language and age, so culturally the disasters were minimized. In most places, it led to a better understanding of the opposite sex and respect. In some other male dominated societies, former women were glad to suddenly have so much power and were reluctant to relinquish it. Here in America, the government was temporarily switched to a pure democracy with every person voting on every issue. It was chaotic at first but now everything seemed to be normalized. It was determined that everyone would retain the property and titles they had before the switch and mediation would be set up for massive wealth disparities.\n\nLuckily, most people had a direct switch with someone else, so swapping bank accounts with my counterpart was easy. We promised to keep in touch and share photos of ourselves but otherwise were happy to move back to our old houses and restart our lives. Today, I drove home to swap everything with the former man who was now in my female body, and I in his. Looking at myself from my now male form, I saw how beautiful I really was and how silly I had been for being so self conscious about my appearance all of those years. I could tell that she was looking at her old body the same way. We shared a few glances and I broke the tension, suggesting that we have a little roll in the hay.\n\nShe giggled, without outright refusing, and we joked for a minute about our curiosities regarding our former bodies. She wanted to know what her cock felt like and I wanted to know how my pussy felt from the other side. After a few minutes of back and forth, I suggested that we have a drink and discuss what we really needed to focus on: document signatures, division of assets, and other practical planning. I obviously didn’t need any of my old clothes but might like a few sentimental items and a few things for my boy-turned-girlfriend.\n\nJust then, I heard a knock at the door and I opened it to see a beautiful redhead with freckles. Her clothes and hair were disheveled, as if she couldn’t figure out how to do her hair and had simply bailed on wearing a bra. She had a somewhat tomboy-ish appearance, with a loose flannel shirt and jeans. She looked me up and down and meekly asked, “Stacy?”\n\n“Yeah...I guess it’s John now,” I answered, laughing. \n\n“I’m Stacy too!” My old body appeared behind me at the door. “We were just going through all of our stuff and figuring out what to keep for you. First off, what’s your name and second, do you want to come in for a cocktail?”\n\n“It’s Jessica, I guess and yeah, I could definitely use a drink! John, can you carry my bags inside for me?”\n\nNodding, I begrudgingly took her bags and held the door open for her. “Sure thing little lady! I’ll get some drinks and meet you two in the bedroom.”\n\nAs Jessica followed Stacy into the bedroom, I could tell that her eyes were lingering on my former ass, just as I now was on hers. I could hardly blame her. Memories of all those former walks to the bedroom must be messing with her head, as it was with mine. I could swear that I saw Stacy look back and do the same, her mind not fully ready to be attracted to guys.\n\nWe walked into the bedroom and I got to work on the girls’ make up and show them a few other girls’ tricks. I picked out a few sentimental items and helped both of them look through my wardrobe and try a few things on. “This used to be one of my favorites,” I told Stacy as I handed her a summer dress, “it really shows off your assets and matches your blonde hair!” Watching my old body disrobe, I couldn’t help but feel turned on and felt a bulge growing in my pants. Rummaging through my underwear drawer, I turned to Jessica, “Why don’t we find something for you. Here, this matching green set should match your eyes and I’ll find something to go over it. It looks like you’re close enough to my C-cup size so this should work out.”\n\n“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you John?” Jessica took off her top and struggled to put on the bra. I guided her hands to the hooks behind her back, then helped her adjust the straps. As I positioned the cups over her breasts, I caressed them and felt her nipples grow erect. She bit her lip and we shared a glance for a second, before she turned away she took off her bottoms and I saw a cute little landing strip over her pussy. She picked up her bottoms and studied them for a moment. “Really Stacy, a thong?”\n\n“It feels better as a girl, trust me,” the new Stacy responded for me. “Feels like boxer briefs do as a guy.” Jess begrudgingly slid into them. I could hear a SMACK as I reached for the green dress and turned around to hear Stacy say, “girl, your ass is sexy!”\n\nSurprisingly, Jess giggled and smacked her right back. Gradually, they grew more playful with each other; with Stacy groping Jess’s body as she slid into the green cocktail dress that I handed her. Jess returned the favor, grabbing Stacy and pulling her into a tight embrace. Before long, Jess went in for a kiss and the two girls were making out and cupping each other’s breasts. Jess pulled away for a moment and said, “Woah, that happened really fast! I’ve spent the past few years learning every inch of your body and loving it. It’s hard to turn all of that off.”\n\nStacy replied, “I don’t mind! I’ve been chasing girls my whole life too and I’m still attracted to them, even if I’m starting to get a bit curious about men.” She held out her hand to me, beckoning me over to the two of them. “What do you think, John? Are you curious about us?”\n\n“I am,” I replied, feeling the bulge in my pants. I took her hand and drew myself closer to them, then placed it on my cock. “Maybe you two can show me how to use this thing.” As she stroked my cock from over my pants, I pulled in Jess for a kiss and placed one of her hands on my cock.\n\nWe kissed for a moment, trying to find our old rhythm before she pulled away suddenly, without releasing my cock from her grasp. “I’m sorry John. I’m just not ready to make out with a guy yet. Like Stacy said though, I’m certainly getting curious about men but feeling a bearded chin is too weird for me. However...” she said with a smile, unbuttoning my pants and zipping down my fly, freeing my cock and stroking it alongside Stacy.\n\nI cradled her neck and looked into her beautiful green eyes. “I understand, Jess. Watching the two of you feels amazing. Why don’t you show me how much you love my old body.” I cradled Stacy’s neck with my other hand and drew them together again, pushing them together and caressing their bodies. I moved my hands down to each of their backs, unsnapping their bras and unzipping their dresses. The two of them released me from their grips and undressed each other, giggling and groping as they moved all over each other’s bodies.\n\nI took off my clothes and guided them to the bed, Stacy laying on her back while Jess draped herself on top. Watching them begin to finger each other, an idea popped into my head. I opened the night table drawer and reached far into the back, pulling out what used to be my favorite toy. I positioned my cock over Stacy’s pussy, letting Jess guide it in with her hand, then turned on the vibrator and pressed it up against Jess’s pussy. I heard a moan escape both of their lips as I pushed my cock into Stacy and the dildo into Jess. Jess bucked against the vibrator as Stacy laid helpless and took me in.\n\nAfter a minute, I felt Jess shudder and pull away. “I need to feel your cock inside of me,” she said as she turned to me. “Slide up on the bed Stacy, and I’ll treat you like a queen!” Stacy complied, sliding back on the bed and playing with her breasts as Jess lapped at her pussy. I positioned myself behind Jess in doggy style, removing the vibrator and pushing my cock deep into her pussy.\n\nAs I pumped, Stacy began to act as my cheerleader. “Fuck her harder John!” I pushed harder and faster. “Slap her ass John!” I gave her a light tap. “You can do better than that! Smack her ass!” I smacked a bit harder and heard a whimper from Jess. “I better see a handprint on her ass later you pussy!” With that, I landed a huge blow to her left cheek, causing her to fall face first onto Stacy. “Just like that! Again” I gave another huge smack on the other cheek as Jess struggled to reposition herself. “Now spread her cheeks and fuck her again!” I did as I was told, spreading her cheeks wide and pushing deep into her again. My cock stiffened and Stacy could tell what was coming next. “Now grab her hair and come inside her!” I grabbed a handful of Jess’s hair and pulled her backwards, arching her back and causing her to clench up, then shooting my seed deep into her pussy.\n\nSlowing my pumps, I slowly released my grip as we both collapsed on the bed, panting and laying on our backs, facing each other. Her hand found its way to my cock and slowly stroked it, as her lips met mine. Stacy slowly crawled to the end of the bed and took my cock in her mouth, slowly blowing me. Breaking away from our kiss, I sleepily asked Jess, “Can we keep her?”\n\nShe nodded slowly and replied, “I think we’re going to need a bigger bed!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If an undisciplined mage has sufficiently powerful lusts, they might spontaneously, unknowingly, summon a demon of lust that *will* satisfy them...
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"content": "*All characters (featured and mentioned) are 18+.*\n\n*Trying out a bit of a new scenario for me with this piece; an embarrassed \"getting caught having sex by your roommate(s) in the middle of the night\" story with a few twists and magical elements thrown in. Curious how this one lands, so questions, comments, constructive feedback are welcome as always!*\n\n*Hope you enjoy the read!*\n\n***\n\nLike so many other gifted graduates, Natalie had been well-spoiled for choice when it came to the subject of where she’d pursue the next step in her education. Yet, out of all the other options, the Old Keep College of Sorcery had held out a special appeal for her; one that she could never seem to put her thumb on…\n\nIt certainly wasn’t the housing situation on campus.\n\nThough the individual rooms in the dormitory building were of decent – even large – sizes, they were cluttered with lines of heavy, clunky, obtuse desks and two-level bunk-beds, among all the other furnishings necessary to house anywhere from ten to fifteen students at a time…\n\nMagic was a diverse subject, with a body of knowledge about it so absurdly large that it was virtually impossible for one person to become proficient in every avenue of the topic. Because work in the field, however, usually required at least some degree of interdisciplinary expertise – and often a great deal more than “some” – sorcerers long ago began specializing their studies and forming cooperative professional groups; achieving the much-sought-after interplay of the different branches of magic by working together.\n\nThe dorms at the College being so densely packed “served to familiarize students with the close-knit, barracks-like nature common to many of the Enclaves and Covens they’d join following the completion of their degree programs.” Or, at least, that was the recruitment-pamphlet speech’s reason for it... It held true to an extent, but the widely-suspected truth of the matter was that the density of the dorms was a way for the school to enroll as many students – and bring in as much tuition – as possible… Though the school itself and its instruction were considered prestigious, its administrators were also notoriously avaricious…\n\nNow almost a year into her studies at the College, Natalie had become reasonably accustomed to life among her dozen roommates, understanding of the various personalities, and tolerant of the myriad idiosyncrasies... The one thing that still bothered her, however, were the frequent midnight commotions that seemed to so frequently plague the space… \n\nCommotions like the one that woke her, tonight…\n\n“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Julia! Again!? Seriously!?” \n\nAdding her voice to the small chorus of other women groaning, grumbling, and cussing their displeasure at being roused in the middle of the night, Natalie reluctantly began to stir in bed.\n\n“The fuck’s goin’ on?” One of her roommates sleepily slurred as the sounds of creaking mattresses and shifting sheets replaced most of the perturbed voices.\n\nNatalie managed to struggle into a sitting position in her bunk and brought her hands up to her face, rubbing out of her eyes the few precious hours of sleep she’d managed.\n\n“Who fuckin’ cares. Exams are tomorrow morning; everyone go back to sleep.” Another yawned an order, even as several others defied it by lighting their wands to see by.\n\nBlinking back tears as her eyes adjusted to the almost painful brightness filling the previously pitch-black room, Natalie reached into the shallow cubby stamped into her headboard and fumbled in blind search for her glasses.\n\n“Oh, Jesus! Julia, what the hell!?” A third roommate guffawed, prompting a wave of murmurs, gasps, and swallowed laughter to ripple through the room.\n\nFinally locating her glasses, flipping them open, and perching their bridge on her nose, their arms behind her ears, Natalie finally quelled her watering eyes and peered into the illuminated room. Even before she saw what all the noise had been prompted by, she had already guessed.\n\nTo “foster cross-cooperation and encourage students of different majors to assist each other even outside of shared projects” – recruitment-pamphlet-speak for “save money by not having to hire as many dedicated tutors” – each dorm’s occupants were cherrypicked. When the numbers allowed for it, there was always at least one person in each room who corresponded to each of the majors the College offered. In her dorm, Natalie was the Alchemy major. The girl who bunked directly above her – Elise – was the Invocations major. Their roommate directly across the aisle – Ana – was the Oneiromancy major. Bunking below her was Julia…\n\nNatalie didn’t know Julia particularly well. She knew they were the same age – nineteen, with Julia being just a month or so older than her – and that they were the two youngest women – the only two freshmen – assigned to this particular mock-Coven, this year, but, beyond that, very little. Her impression, however, was that the girl was rather meek; very shy and soft-spoken by nature. She was so quiet, in fact, she seemed almost ghostly; an assessment only compounded by her tall, thin figure, her pale skin, silvery grey eyes, and the snow-white hair she wore just past her shoulders. Even her major seemed to reinforce the ethereal aesthetic Julia had about her…\n\nGoetia... Summoning…\n\n“Fuck’s sake, Julia…” Ana – whose shocked outcry had first woken everyone – repeated in a growl as she leaned over the edge of her bunk, looking into Julia’s.\n\nAs she finally hoisted her dangling upper torso back into her own bunk, giving Natalie a clearer view of what was happening.\n\nThe dim, slowly-strobing purple light that seemed to fill Julia’s bunk was familiar, but no less strange to Natalie as she observed it. Its source seemed to be somewhere within the cubby in Julia’s headboard; the light was brightest, there. Natalie assumed it was the girl’s wand.\n\nWith each pulse of purple light, Natalie could just barely make out a figure... More outline than silhouette, the apparition came into a view as a collection of thin, shimmering lavender strokes somehow suspended in the area of deeper hue. There was no opacity – no opaqueness – between these faint lines, but, all together, they seemed to indicate the rough shape of a person – a man – kneeling in Julia’s bed…\n\nEach time the glow faded, this man disappeared… Each time Julia’s wand lit up purple again, he reappeared, and his position seemed to have changed… But, even as the colors and the visage faded, evidence of its presence and motion remained clearly visible in the stark white light of so many wands…\n\nAnother drawback to having so many roommates, Natalie had come to realize, aside from being woken up in the middle of the night so often, was the almost total lack of privacy... If you did something or if something happened to you that was embarrassing, there were a dozen people in the room who saw it happen… Natalie could imagine just how keenly aware of that fact Julia was at the moment, and how red her face must’ve been under the pillow she was desperately hiding it under…\n\n(Contd.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] The older sister you have been in love with all your life comes home with a surprise fiance. Make your move before she is gone forever?
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"content": "\"Kelly, can we talk?\" I said as I closed the door to her bedroom behind me.\n\n\"What's up?\" She asked, still looking into the mirror, touching up her makeup after the long drive home from college to introduce her fiance.\n\n\"I just need to tell you, before I don't have another chance. I love you.\"\n\nShe laughed a little. \"Uh yeah, I hope you do\"\n\n\"No, I mean.. I'm in love with you. I have been for years and I can't bear the thought of you getting married and leaving.\"\n\nShe stared into the mirror silently.\n\nI continued, \"I know its weird or something but I don't care, i'm crazy about you. You are absolutely perfect and I can't imagine anyone else caring about you as much as I do. He will never be as good for you as I want to be.\"\n\nShe looked eyes with me in the mirror for a moment, then looked down.\n\n\"I..\" She stopped herself, and breathed deeply.\n\nShe turned around in her seat to face me, and the moment she did our lips met, I brushed my hand across her cheek and rest it on her jaw. \"Pick me,\" I said, \"i'll treasure you forever, no one will ever treat you better.\"\n\nShe blushed beet red, pulled away, leaning back on her desk, elbows propped on it slightly behind her back, her breasts pushing forwards against the fabric of her t-shirt.\n\n\"I know what you mean. I really do. But i'm not going to leave him. We have had some fun a few times when we were younger and didn't know better or maybe we just didn't care, but it isn't going to be like that.\"\n\n\"Like what..\"\n\n\"Like.. Us, together. I want to be a teacher, I can't be, like..\" she looked her closed door, clearly considering how far her words might carry out the door way. \"I can't be like, the teacher that gets with her brother.\"\n\nI nodded. My heart was breaking. My hands were on her shoulders. \n\n\"But..\" She said.\n\nMy stomach flipped.\n\n\"Maybe we could, just once in a while..\"\n\nThat was all I needed, I kissed her again, deeply, ran my hands all over her, worshipped every curve. She rocked her hips forward, ground against me. I pulled her shirt up and off.\n\n\"We want to have kids.\" She said, \"Soon. He will be a great father, I want him to raise them but, I don't want him to make them. He just isn't like that, for me.\" She moved to her bed, pulling me on top of her, wrapping her legs around me. We kissed aggressively, riding and grinding against one another. She was so warm down there. \n\nI pulled off her shorts, and finally felt my sister's warm, moist pussy. She pulled me forward, inviting and demanding me inside. She felt amazing, enveloping the head of my cock as she steadily pulled me inside.\n\n\"You can never say anything, i'll never tell him. He will raise our children for us, and never know. They will all be yours.\" Her voice got high pitched and whiny and she began steadily riding my cock. Her breathing came heavy.\n\n\"I want you to come inside me, please. I want you to knock me up so we can raise them for you.\" I grunted, she could have demanded anything of me. I felt like I was drugged on the scent and sensations of fucking my sister's raw unprotected pussy. The lewd things she was whispering to me somehow became the most important goal on this earth.\n\n\"Come inside me please, get every drop of your cum deep inside my pussy, I want you to get me pregnant please.\" She pulled my head next to hers, her legs were wrapped around me, I couldn't tell if I was fucking her or she was fucking me. She continued to whisper dirty things into my ear. \"Every thanksgiving, every Christmas, we will get together and fuck like this and you will knock me up every chance you get. He is going to be such a good babysitter for you, he's going to spend 18 years taking care of every load you pump in to me.\"\n\nIt was impossible, her pussy was so warm and moist and velvety. I couldn't last any longer even if I wanted to.\n\n\"Come inside me please, come in your sister's pussy please I want your sperm in my eggs please please\"\n\nI did as I was commanded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] [CC] Ferocia's new pet.
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"content": "I was hesitant at first because of the tags but I liked it. It is a well written story and the moments prior to the sex were really exciting for me although I wish there were more details about the sex itself. Maybe it could have been improved if you wrote about how Gedd got slowly (or quickly) dominated. I also liked the world building. A really interesting species made a really interesting story. It also made me wonder how would be the mating be for the less scary predators. I’m picturing a superior being the same height as an inferior that acts all friendly but there’s just something “off” about them. Then as the inferior calms down all of the sudden the superior one shows their true nature but that’s just an idea of mine. Good story nonetheless.\n\nI also noticed a spelling error where you wrote “gear” instead of “fear”."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I just finished tightening the rope around my wrist when I heard the front door open. My heart pounding, no one is supposed to be home till Monday.
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"content": "Self-bondage is far more erotic than most people realize.\n\nAs fun as it can be to put your trust in someone else and let them string you up as they see feet, self-bondage can be just as entertaining. Though, obviously, it's a far different kind of thrill. Self-bondage is more of an activity that utilizes one's solitude to realize your own fantasies for yourself as opposed to having another realize their fantasies upon you. It can also be incredibly dangerous, via the lack of a lifeline available in a partner. But for most people that danger is part of the thrill, even when it ranges from the banally near-harmless to life-threatening, and everything in between.\n\nToday is an *in between* day.\n\nI bend my arms just slightly and pull my wrists downwards, feeling the rope tighten around them and pulling them back into position above my head. I moan softly into my ballgag at the sensation. I settle my weight in the high-heeled platforms, getting into a comfortable standing position. I feel my cage throb with my manufactured carnal desire, as I begin to settle into my fantasies.\n\nAnd then I hear my front door slam shut, followed by the sound of your voice.\n\n\"Muffin? You home, baby? Mommy's home a little early from her trip, sweetums! The conference was a bit of a bust. I thought we might order a pizza.\" I can hear you calling as enter, setting down my clinking, unorganized purse and kicking off your shoes.\n\nThe volume of your voice seems to increase with every word. It's growing clearer, and I know you're growing closer. I struggle against the ropes around my wrists, desperate to get out of my predicament. Damn knots! They're stuck! My panic increases tenfold as I hear you right outside my bedroom door.\n\n\"Sweetie? You in there, honey? Everything okay?\" You chirp, the motherly concern dripping from your tone as you give my door a trio of knocks.\n\nMy fate is sealed as I finally hear the door creak open, followed by a soft gasp. I don't think either of us planned for you to see me in this state.\n\nNaked, aside from the steel chastity cage locked around my cock and a pair of your high-heeled pumps. My arms are suspended above my head by a rope that I've secured to the ceiling. A ballgag forces my jaws apart while an eyeless gimp hood keeps me dehumanized and shrouded in darkness.\n\nI attempt to squeal and whimper into my gag, trying to explain myself with my incoherent, muffled noises. I'm met only by silence. Barefooted, your footsteps are far quieter on my carpet than they'd be with shoes. I only hear every third or forth step, but I think you're circling me. I feel a hand brush over my femininely flat chest, then grope at my behind. I flinch and whine and continue to struggle until I feel you grasp me beneath my balls, by my chastity cage.\n\nYour voice is right in my ear as I feel your foot kicking apart my ankles, forcing me into a more uncomfortable position.\n\n\"Spread them a bit wider, darling. You're dripping precum all over mommy's glossy Louboutins.\" You voice is low and breathy, and seething with annoyed displeasure the way it does when I forget the dishes.\n\nI squeal softly into my gag and do my best to protest as I feel you lift the chain from around my neck, depriving my of the tiny brass key that hangs from it. I feel you give my cage a tug by it's tiny lock before your voice comes once more. It isn't as close this time.\n\n\"Think I'll just hold onto this.\" You sigh softly.\n\nThe brief, silent pause feels like a thousand years.\n\n\"So here's the deal, pumpkin. Mommy just drove 40 miles home from a conference that had far less booze than she was expecting. And I come home after that disappointment to find that my darling son has returned home from college just to act like a whore. In *my* house.\"\n\nI whimper. I can hear the rage in your voice just as sure as my own heartbeat in my ears.\n\n\"So I can unlock you from that little cage, or I can help you get out of those ropes. But I can't do both. Your call, sweetheart.\" You purr angrily, your soft fingers pluck the slobbery rubber gag from my lips.\n\n\"I love y-\" I quickly try to gasp out, my words shoved back down my throat as you stuff the gag between my lips once more.\n\n\"Undecided. How unfortunate. Perhaps you'll be more decisive in the morning. Goodnight, muffin.\"\n\nI hear my door slam shut once again as I'm left alone to struggle in my ropes and enjoy a chastity session within a cage that has never been tighter."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The American found that each time he saw evidence of China's rising power, he couldn't help but grow more and more aroused.
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"content": "*Disclaimer: I don't even know. Just know you probably shouldn't read this*\n\n\"No!\" Liberty shouted as she thought about China's numerous crimes against humanity. As her anger spiked, her clit grew larger and larger, slowly becoming a cock. \n\nShe thought about the oppressed Hong Kongers, enraged at the loss of their basic democratic freedoms, and her clit-cock grew as she pushed her Chinese assailant off her. \n\nWith bitter memory of the Uyghurs trapped in concentration camps, being used for organ trade and slave labor, she compelled her newly formed member larger than the member of the surprised man that stood before her. The lives of 3 million innocents trapped like animals grew her newfound manhood by inches. \n\nThe man from China, now trapped and submissive, could only shudder as the American futa spread his cheeks and entered him. Democracy for Tibet, for Xian Jing, and for all who lived in tyranny was met with Liberty's cock.\n\n\"As we say in the U.S. - ugh!- Give me liberty, or give me dicks!\" Her pussy-cock erupted into the dishonored man, as loads of semen filled his asshole. The Chinese sympathizer, seeing the truth in the wrongs his country had committed from the semen that flowed from the western world, stood up and began the long journey of bringing basic fucking freedom and dignity to his people. \n\n*The end. Comments welcome :).*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A holstaur teacher falls for one of the burly farm boys in her agriculture college class.
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"content": "Mary was the first Holstaur to become an instructor at any university or college in America. It was quite a prestigious title. Very aptly, she was the professor of dairy management at The University of Nebraska. A farmer school if there ever was one. \n\nThere were some stipulations to her appointment, though. Mary was overseen by a special handler during classes in order to ensure she kept on track with class and didn't get overly aroused or cause too much trouble. She prided herself on being cool, calm, and very professional. Unlike most of her kin, Mary was an intellectual, she could discourse on numerous subjects and was incredibly knowledgeable in her field.\n\nThat was, of course, until the first day when Wayne walked into her classroom. She noticed him immediately. A 6'5 farm boy who was obviously here to get a degree to run his own dairy farm. She could tell he'd grown up on one just by the way he sized her up when he sat down. Mary thought it likely that Wayne had worked with Holstaurs before. \n\nShe began the class, went over the syllabus and discussed the semester's course content. The whole time, she found herself stealing glances at Wayne who never took his eyes off of her. The class dragged on for what seemed like forever. She dismissed at the end of the hour and after the students cleared out, she took her snack of grass she'd brought from home to ease her mind and help her relax. It helped tremendously. Her handler went on break and she began reviewing the content for tomorrow's class. \n\nNot five minutes passed before Wayne entered the classroom again. Mary was caught off guard. \"Oh! Mr. Brackman, did you have a question about the syllabus?\"\n\n\"Actually it was more of a personal question, professor Lynne.\" \n\n\"Please, call me Mary.\" She giggled. Mary could feel herself getting flustered.\n\n\"Well, *Mary*. I couldn't help but notice you eyeing me up pretty good in class today. Had me marked from the door, really.\"\n\nShe sighed heavily, her J-cup breasts sinking down as she did. \"It was that obvious, huh?\"\n\nHe laughed. \"Yeah, but hey, it's alright. That's why I'm here again. I had a proposition for you.\"\n\n\"A proposition? Mr. Brackman, while my actions weren't exactly orderly, that doesn't give you the right to try and blackmail me.\"\n\n\"Woah woah woah, slow down, Mary. That's not what I meant. Look, I've worked with both cows and Holstaurs my whole life. The Brackman dairy is the third biggest in the state. I know cows. That being said, I would like to get to know you a lot more...\"\n\nMary was surprised, but also amazed. She'd met hundreds of human males in her life but Wayne was different. She had to accept. She stepped from behind the desk and closed the classroom door. She stepped back over to Wayne and pressed her bust into his chest and leaned to his ear. \"I'd love to.\"\n\nAs a sign of approval to a Holstaur, Wayne massaged her breasts for a moment before asking her when and where would work.\n\nMary told Wayne she'd meet him at her car in an hour. She had to finish up some paperwork. \n\nMary found him leaning on her Prius waiting for her, just like she'd said. His lifted truck was parked next to it. He gestured for her to get in the passenger side, and she climbed in. They drove for almost an hour before they pulled into the Brackman Dairy farm entrance. \n\nWayne took Mary to a private field used exclusively for Holstaurs. It was quiet and nobody was around. He laid a blanket out on the grass and had Mary sit down. \n\n\"So, can I get a look at you?\"\n\nMary nodded.\n\nWayne started with her hair. It was long, very long. Her chocolate brown braids ran past her butt and just past the base of her matching tail. He took a moment to feel her black and tan horns and he made sure to scratch behind her large bovine ears before moving on. \n\nHe pulled Mary's top down and released her massive breasts. They were already beginning to leak at the touch of a human. He groped them rather thoroughly before taking a suckle of milk from her left breast. He made sure to show how pleased he was with the taste. \n\nWayne stood her up and had her get entirely naked. One reason he was so attracted to her was simply her lack of bovine features. She seemed more human than cow. She had normal human feet, and her skin was a typical pale Caucasian, besides a few dark brown cow-spots here and there.\n\n\"D-do I make you happy, Wayne?\"\n\n\"Oh, very much so, Mary. You're incredible.\" He kissed her once and then twice.\n\nMary was becoming exponentially more aroused. This man was going through the motions of courting her. Mary's real world training was out the window as her base instincts kicked in. She laid face down and stuck her rear end at Wayne. \"Then take me, you specimen! Fuck me hard! Turn me into the obedient cow you want me to be. FUCK!\" \n\nWayne didn't need any more convincing. He took that heifer pussy like he was seizing his own property. Which, really, he probably was.\n\nThat semester flew by. Wayne passed with an easy A and Mary quickly descended from professional instructor into a grade: A certified mess. By the time she handed out the final, she couldn't compose herself. She was gradually mooing more and more, and she relied on videos to supplement lectures. \n\nMary quit after that semester, she soon married Wayne and moved onto the dairy farm. He continued to go to school, but Mary had her ear tagged and began producing milk for the family and farm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The heat is torture, but the park seems empty, surely there would be no harm slipping out of this sweat soaked workout gear.
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"content": " The park was much quieter than it usually was. Perhaps it was the heat, which had lingered in the evening much longer and much more fiercely than the fading light would suggest. Nathan, however, pressed on. This was his usual circuit: three laps of the lake, to the ampitheatre and back, then home. It wasn’t the most exciting or scenic running route, but it was convenient.\n\nThe twenty-four-year-old wore, as usual, short gym shorts, a tight black tank top and a pair of fluorescent yellow running sneakers. He was handsome and athletic, with modelesque features and a body toned by his athletic lifestyle. As he ran sure-footed along the paths and tracks of this urban oasis, an inexhaustible supply of sweat pumped endlessly from every pore of his body. It ran in glistening rivers down his face and neck, and plastered every inch of his flimsy clothing to his body, making them stick to him like a second shining skin.\n\nHe had to do something. He reached a drinking-fountain and guzzled noisily, allowing himself a few moments’ rest. He was naturally confident - with a body like his he deserved to be - so felt no qualms about peeling off his tank top. There, revealed, was his bronzed and toned chest, with its sculpted pecs, big dark nipples and washboard abs. His chest glistened and shone in the last few rays of sunlight, and he instantly felt a little better… but still not completely comfortable.\n\nNathan glanced around him. There was the ever-present roar of the city traffic that surrounded the park on all four sides, but no-one in the immediate vicinity. Another glance. Still no-one. Holding the water-fountain with one hand to keep his balance, he removed his sneakers. Then his shorts. He slipped his sneakers back on, and stood there in nothing but them and his very tight black briefs. Nathan found a conspicuous rock and hid his shorts, tank top and phone behind it, before running on.\n\nIt was an amazing feeling, the breeze on his almost completely bare body. The sweat still poured, and glistened, but the sensation more than made up for his continued overheating. He decided to break from his usual route and run past the main entrance to the park, with its cafe and restrooms, where he knew, even at this time, there would be more people. Sure enough, they saw. They gawped. They raised eyebrows… and he loved it. Loved the physical feeling of running in nothing but sneakers and briefs, and, perhaps even more so, loved the looks, the attention.\n\nBy the time he got back on his usual track, however, he was still feeling the heat. He had another drink of water from the fountain, and considered cutting short his evening jog. But that wasn’t Nathan. He was never one to quit. Another feeling crept over him. The thrill, and the desire for more of it. What could he do? How could he…? He glanced around. He was safely away from the crowds at the main entrance. He listened. Nothing but the distant traffic and the trill of the insects. He could practically see the natural amphitheatre at the bottom of the stream-cut valley that ran through the park. There were trees either side of the path. Plenty of cover. He’d be there and back in no time.\n\nHe returned to the rock hiding-place and added his briefs to the pile. Naked except for his sneakers, he began to jog. His skin still ran with sweat, and a cocky smirk was firmly planted on his features. The body. The face. The contrast between the tanned skin, the fluorescent yellow of the sneakers and the darkening colours of the twilight park. Every step made his veiny, perfectly-proportioned dick swing wildly, but he enjoyed every pendulum oscillation. He was half-hard as he reached the amphitheatre and doubled back toward the water-fountain.\n\nA noise. People. He froze for an instant, then did the only thing he could, darted into the undergrowth that lined the path. He remained, motionless, listening. The voices died away, but Nathan decided to play it safe and remain in the vegetation, off the main path as he made his way back toward his clothes.\n\nHe could see the rock where he’d hidden his stuff. It was perhaps sixty yards away. There, between them and his modesty, was the source of the noise from a few moments ago… a couple, setting up a picnic..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A succubus. A curse. A leaked identity, and student eating habits. Cute royals, evil bodyguards, freshman weight gain that for some reason just makes you more busty. Enjoying yourself, despite everything. And effective wardrobe choices for the pragmatic libertine.
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"content": "Well, this was certainly a tour de Force! It was amazing to see that many different ideas and plot strands worked into a single story, and for that story to have come across so consistently well. Everything is integrated quite nicely, and it fits together surprisingly well into a world of that makes sense.\n\nIt seems that Leila is the actual soul stealing sort of succubus, so it stands to reason that people would perceive her kind as dangerous, as opposed to succubi that don't actually kill anyone, but she has some control over it, and it's not as though she's killing people *rapidly*, so going full \"exterminate!\" against her would definitely be overly harsh. She's still A person with free will, after all, and we get a really good picture of her personality and motivation throughout the story. Likewise, we can see that the society that she lives in would be intolerant ever, so that no doubt contributes to the persecution as well. Regarding her though, she's extremely clever and resourceful. A decent judge of character after a fashion too, though capable of making misjudgments. She's very well-rounded in that way, and she's fun to follow.\n\nOften succubi are as busty as they please or quite mutable, but this was an interesting way of handling how a succubus' figure works, becoming lewder and more alluring the more essence she has absorbed.that it's gotten a bit beyond her control as of the middle of the story or so is an interesting lead into things that may happen later.\n\nThe prince was lovely, and I feel like he and Leila shared one of the better scenes of the story. There was a real sense of tenderness and discovery there and the interactions between them were rather sweet. A shame to see them split up as they were, but those bodyguards really did have her dead to rights. I suppose you'd expect no less proficiency out of royal bodyguards, and certainly they could serve well to keep the Prince safe generally, at least, even if not terribly satisfied and perhaps a bit lonely.\n\nThis curse was excellently played out. These bodyguards really did have their resources lined up and a creative mind driving them. It also led to some really good scenes. In particular, with the druid. That was an excellently executed accidental exposure and bondage followed by some excellent interplay between the characters \"negotiating\" things, as such that leaves everyone look rather good. The following instances of the curse coming into effect were both comedic and saucy. again, I'm a surprise to the amount of content you were able to get in here.\n\nUltimately, I'd say that you've woven a very nice setting out of a great mini plot threads. We had a protagonist who was fun to follow and a series of adventures, misadventures, and escapades that made for an exciting and interesting tale with nice saucy bits included as well. I feel like we've gotten a quite full picture of Leila's wife and times as a student mage, and what we have feels complete. Not least of all with her clever way of preserving her clothes through the curse... :-)\n\nThis was a nicely synthesized interpretation of far more prompts than any story ought to be able to support! I'm super impressed and this was a fun read! Thanks for responding to the (multitude of) prompt(s)!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Telepathic One Night Stand
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"content": "This story really goes hard on the kinks, just like You might expect out of a telepath. I guess that's one of the advantages of immediately knowing your partners desires and limits. This was really in depth with its exploration of the psychological effects of going back and forth between fear and relief, and, in that, it kept up a lot of tension.\n\nIt really is interesting to see how a mind reader interacts during a first encounter / one night stand with someone with such potentially hardcore kinks, as would normally require a lot of advanced notifications/negotiation. Here, instead, we end up with improvisation, and a nail file used for an erzats scare! Really fun to see how much more the pedal can be put to the metal in the circumstance. Of course, things are brought back, and it's made explicit what's going on and that there is no real danger. This doesn't stop her from falling for similar tricks again, of course, but that's part of the story is fun.\n\nThis was a good take on the premise and a fun kink to explore using it. This was a fun story with an interesting edge do it. Thanks for responding to the prom!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An AI embedded in a new toy learns what pleasures you the most every time it is used, leading to some crazy combinations you didn’t think you’d enjoy
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"content": "He wasn’t really sure what to expect. A friend had told him to buy the thing, but it didn’t look like it would bring much to the table. She’d raved about it though, talking about the best orgasm of her life, so he figured he’d check it out.\n\nIt looked like just a small little stimulator, for women it rested right inside the opening of the pussy, for men it slid over your balls, with a round electronic piece that rested right on his taint. Probably just buzzed a little to add some extra pizzazz to his normal routine. Alright-could make things more exciting, more potent,and he was up for that sort of thing. Although he doubted it would totally blow his mind.\n\nHe strapped it on, and turned it on. A slight buzz pulsed through his low abdomen, and it made him shiver-ok, maybe this thing would be worth it. He reached down to start stroking himself, and the feeling intensified. Mmmmm....well.....\n\nAll of a sudden it clamped down a little harder and his whole body contorted, he felt jolts moving through his ass, his torso, his toes, his ears, his throat. What the actual fuck? He nearly reached down to pull it off, but he couldn’t coordinate himself to get it.\n\nThe sensation of someone licking up his toes was real. Not fake, real-he could feel a hot wet tongue moving up his ankles now, his calf, his thigh, around the base of his penis to the head. He shuddered, his whole body started aching. \n\nAs the feeling of being licked and sucked continued a new feeling began. His throat began to open, and his mouth starting watering. There was something in it! Oh God! He had never told anyone he wanted this! He started sucking, matching rhythm to to feeling on his cock. \n\nElectric pulses continued through him. His nipples, shoulders, hips, and thighs were quivering, pain and sweetness alternating in a way which he couldn’t describe if he wanted to. The feeling moved into his ass, and circled around just the right spot, getting more and more intense by the second.\n\nHis hands started clawing at his chest, and his hips moved involuntarily, pounding the air while his whole body twisted and writhed. His throat was full, his dick was wet, his ass was stretched, and his whole body was throbbing with the most complicated and intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his life. He was moaning and groaning and yelling and crying from pleasure all at once.\n\nHis dick exploded, cum releasing in hot thick waves from so deep inside him he though he would turn inside out. His body shuddered and heaved and it just kept coming, the sensations not slowing yet. His eyes rolled back and all of him shook with pleasure. The sensations slowly backed off, as he began having less and less intense spurts of cum from his cock. His whole body was tingling, and he was soaked with sweat and cum. His muscles aches and his body was totally limp.\n\nHe felt the small button disengage and relax again against his body. Holy shit- she had been right! He smiled to himself as he went to touch himself again...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Risk of getting caught in the act
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"content": "She'd been teasing and flirting with you all throughout the flight, only bad luck keeping the two of you from joining the mile-high club. Now though, you're both in the airport for the same late-night layover, and she's keen to finish what she started, if you are.\n\nBonus options if you're adventurous...\n\n>!One or both are any combination of : Monstergirls, succubi, or futanari.!<\n\n>!The girl above is a camgirl or the like who wants to film a public vid of the act for extra fun!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] A reclusive comic book illustrator lives alone in an apartment building. When someone moves in next door, they can't tell if they've become inspired by their neighbor, or if the neighbor is their comic character come to life.
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"content": "This was a rather interesting premise to operate from, and the story certainly has more than its share of fascinating incidents.\n\nI liked all the character details and particulars. It was certainly a surprise when horns poked through the wall, and not every girl has a statue of Baphomet! It almost seemed like the story might be going in another direction for just a moment. Nonetheless, Penny is certainly unique, and The bronze statue provides just one more layer of the quirky details that fill in her personality. Randall too, in his seclusion as a cartoonist comes across with good depth, and we get a good picture of his motivations as we follow him.\n\nRandall's interactions with Helena, and the ways that he handles his art all ring true, coming across as just what one would expect of a web artist and touching on the ways that an artist's creation is often seen to take on a life of their own and or respond to conscious and subconscious thoughts in ways that aren't necessarily intentional but which are often interesting. Using porn for anatomical modeling is a common practice for many reasons! Not least of all because you can get lots of figures and lots of poses with very little *obstruction*...\n\nThe bit of opportunistic voyeurism that comes in seems natural enough, and we get a sufficient exploration of Randall's being lured to watch, his emotional and essentially instinctive drive to follow what feels good in the moment, followed by a bit of regret immediately afterward. We get good tension as well when He's confronted with the evidence of the act potentially being revealed. We got a good moment of \"does she realize?\" not least of all because if she simply needed a color sample, she could have taken a piece of the crumbling wall, in all likelihood. Nonetheless, it turns out that Penny likes an audience! And things turn out well for all. I like a happy ending, and this certainly was one.\n\nTo some extent, I was surprised that the premise didn't go further or in a more elaborate way. That everything turned out to essentially just be a big coincidence was kind of unexpected, in a way. I suppose there's a potential fate/kismet sort of element going on, but I honestly expected a bit more of a supernatural / existential sort of element To come into play. Things turned out to be surprisingly grounded.\n\nThis was a good story about a couple of strangers being united by a series of unlikely events, with good levels of emotional closeness and intimacy. We really do get the sort of slice of life action punctuated by unlikely incidents that characterizes a lot of web comics. It's rather fitting in that way. This story was a good read."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You get your sister's old phone. You find some interesting things on there
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"content": "(Bold indicates text messages. No space indicates it’s the same person.) \n\n**Hey my phones trashed Brianna so I’m using my sisters until I save up for a new one.**\n\n**Maybe Brad will give you some overtime**\n\n**Yes just what I want even more time for him to ogle and droll over me -.-**\n\n**Lol Have you found anything...juicy on there Paula?**\n\n**Gross!!! That’s my sister you creep!**\n\n**🤣 maybe I should come over and inspect it**\n\n**Listen it’s weird enough to know you want to bang my sister could you be less explicit about it please 🤬**\n\n**Not as long as it embarrasses you! 😝😝😘**\n\n**😡😡😡😡😡 don’t you have a test to study for**\n\n**Ugh party pooper...how about I come to your place to study so my roommates can enjoy the dorm alone for a change?**\n\n**Brianna Jade Mino you are not coming over here to try and look for dirty pictures of my sister you creep**\n\n**Phewy...fine fine I’ll just study here...tell your sister I said 👅**\n\n**…I have no classes tomorrow but don’t be surprised if I’m on campus waiting for you missy**\n\n**lol you know I’m just trying to work you up. Alright I’ll go study, goodnight 😘**\n\n**Night! 😘**\n\n*a couple hours later*\n\n**Hey so I actually may have found something I shouldn’t have by accident**\n\n**Details?**\n\n**Nothing like dirty put I found a picture of a woman**\n\n**A woman? Not your sister?**\n\n**No someone else I don’t recognize her but she’s got a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes**\n\n**Really?**\n**Paula?**\n\nA few more minutes past without a reply. Paula’s deeper then she wanted to be but now she finds herself digging through the files on her older sisters phone.\n\n**OMG**\n\n**Hey is everything ok?**\n\n**Brianna my sisters gay and head over heels for someone named Kelly. Her text messages are filled with mushy texts between the two up until last month when it just stopped**\n\n**OMG this is huge...I have a chance now?**\n\n**Fuck off!**\n\nShe closed the conversation and instantly regretted her actions but the twenty two year old knew she would smooth it out with Brianna. Her friends attraction to her sister was always a source of humor between the two but now wasn’t the time. \n\n“I can’t believe this...”\n\nShe screamed as the phone vibrated in her hand. She tossed the phone on the bed but it continued to vibrate. She left it still for a few seconds until the voice mail picked up and an upset woman spoke.\n\n“Fuck wrong number”\n\nThe stranger hung up and Paula picked up the phone to check the call log even though she already had her suspicions about who the mystery caller was..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Would like some fantasy prompts involving magic and malesub.
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"content": "The sorceress of a spell shop begins subtly altering her aide into the perfect assistant. Just things like make him feel a little happier when around her or the shop, *want* to put a few extra hours to help her out... and of course, to take care of *her* needs just as well as the shop's.\n\n(I figure the \"alteration\" can include some kind physical transformation as well, I didn't specify since I wasn't sure what types you liked)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a license to fuck
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"content": "License to Fuck- (incest and genderswap)\nTom's first week with the license had been a real whirlwind. He fucked his tease of a boss at a team meeting, hooked up with several coworkers, and even fucked a stunning looking stranger in line at the supermarket while her husband looked on helplessly. Thanks to the magic of the license nobody could say anything about it. The husband was furious but he magic bound him from acting against him\n\nHell it even grew his dick. It started at six inches and grew a quarter inch each day. It was Friday now and he was getting close to eight inches. The growth seemed to get helped along the more he came, but he had been just too busy all day long. Now his sister was coming to town and his mom had begged him to pick her up at the airport.\n\nTom was told when he picked up the enchanted license that it was powered by his desires and it would in time reveal parts of himself he didn’t even know were there. So far he didn't have any surprises, until he saw his sister Allie in the terminal. Allie had always been a tomboy, but while she was away at college she was starting to look downright androgynous. She stood at 5'4\" with a narrow frame and a small chest (but not completely flat) with short hair shaved on the side and grown out on top. It had been dyed from its original blonde to a bright blue. \n\nHe never considered his sister in a sexual manner but she walked to him with such confidence. Something about her leather jacket over a black t-shirt and tight jeans got him thinking for a split second before she got up to hug him. After an enthusiastic hug Allie pulled back and looked up at Tom with an odd look.\n\nBefore he knew it she had dropped to her knees and started unbuckling his pants. He was too horny to resist. She pulled his dick out and marveled at it for a moment before taking the length of it down her throat. Tom looked around awkwardly at the busy airport around them as she bobbed up and down quickly making wet noises as she did. People only really turned to stare once I was cumming on my sisters face in public. \n\nAllie snapped out of it and ran to the bathroom to clean up. We silently got her baggage and got to the car. \"Um, Tom…\"\n\n\"Sorry, I got a fuck license last week, and…\" Tom started his apology.\n\n\"Wait.\" Allie stopped him before he started the car. \"You actually got one! I met a girl at college that had one. It was pretty hot dating her until we went to a rock wall as a date. The safety supervisor was pretty hot and before I knew it my date was getting tied up with climbing gear and fucked by a whole train of guys.\"\n\n\"Yeah… I got one.\" Tom sheepishly answered.\n\n\"Oh, so you wanted to get blown by your sister in public,?\" Allie asked in a teasing tone.\n\n\"I hadn't thought of you that way before but…\" \n\n\n\"Don't worry about it, Tom. Just drive home quickly before I try to jump you again.\" Allie said with a teasing laugh and a smile.\n\n\nThey got home and got through dinner. Tom agreed to stay the weekend in his old bedroom and Allie in hers. They said good night to the parents early. Allie beckoned Tom into her room and he silently followed. \"Have you found any new kinks yet?\" Allie asked as she pulled out his hardening cock.\n\n\"Just you.\" Tom said as he leaned down and pinched her nipple through her t-shirt. After properly worshipping his cock and sucking his balls Allie finished undressing him. She left her shirt on but took off her jeans and panties. Tom was still in shock as his boyish sister lowered her pale skinny frame on his thick cock. Her tight pussy squeezed it as she rode him. Tom thought about how she mentioned dating a girl, but he noted that she rode dick like a pro. Eventually Tom couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Allie by the sides and rolled her on her back. He fucked her as hard as he could and emptied his balls inside her.\n\nTom fell asleep in her bed thinking that this was as weird as it would get. Cumming in your sister in her childhood bed as you tried to guess her sexuality. He was wrong. He was shaken awake by Allie. \"Tom is that you?\" She whispered. It was still dark in the room. He figured it was right before dawn.\n\n\"Of course it's me who else fucked you last night?\" Tom said it but the voice wasn't his. This shocked him awake and he sat up with a jolt. His hair was down to the middle of his back and chestnut brown. He had what he assumed were A-cup breasts, but what most surprised him was he was missing his dick. When he grabbed for it his hands instead grazed over a very sensitive pussy with just a small triangle of hair above it. He was so much smaller and shorter.\n\n\"You must have some specific kinks, bro.\" Allie giggled. She stepped back. She was wearing some baggy basketball shorts and an old t-shirt for pajamas. Then he saw it, something was poking forward in her shorts. She hooked her thumbs down and pulled her shorts down with a motion. Her big dick flopped out startling Tom. The rest of her body was the same but she now had an intimidating penis that was easily over a foot long. She put a hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth to her throbbing monster of a dick. \n\nTom gingerly sucked on the tip. \"You know who you look like right now?\" Allie asked as she grabbed either side of his head and forced her dick gently further down. As she did she peered at Tom's back. \"Holy shit, you are. You're Riley Reid.\"\n\nTom had spent a lot of time watching her videos, but now he was in her body sucking a dick that just appeared on his tomboy sister. Then he felt a shiver through his body. He was getting wet. His dick sucking skills were sub-par. So, Allie pushed back Tom in this tanned petite pornstar body. Allie looked down on him like a hungry wolf. She grabbed him and slid her new dick into his pussy. It drove him wild. He couldn't help it, he started to scream in pleasure. It was a regular missionary fuck but Allie was going in as hard as she could.\n\nWithout surprise, their parents heard and flung open the door. Allie didn't stop regardless. Her well shaped pale ass bobbed up and down as their parents looked on in silent confusion. Allie came with a scream and Tom did soon after collapsing with Allie's dick sliding out of her and her cum oozing out as well.\n\nAllie explained it all. It was all thanks to the magic license. Their mom admitted they got caught in something similar once and the only way out was to play the fantasy out. Tom had to get it all out of his system. \n\nDespite just getting freshly fucked Tom stayed looking like Riley Reid. Their mom told them to come down and have breakfast. Tom came down in nothing but his baggy shirt with cum down his leg. Allie had her shirt and shorts on that she was wearing when she woke Tom up. It was an awkward breakfast. Tom's dad kept eyeing the sultry Riley Reid look-alike across from him.\n\nTom could feel his eyes all over his changed body. When his Mom had to go run some errands he decided to be nice and offered to do the dishes. Tom assumed Allie had gone to take a shower, but he stayed doing dishes in his shirt that now hung like a dress. He froze when he felt a hand behind him lifting the bottom of the shirt. A thick finger in his pussy. It wasn't Allie, he knew that, but he was almost afraid to look behind himself.\n\nIt went from finger fuck to feeling his tits to a thick cock pushing into his pussy. He brought his head down and pushed his butt back. Tom never looked back. The cock came in him and walked away. While Tom was still recovering Allie came in demanding a blowjob. While Tom worked on his deep throat technique Allie wondered. \"Maybe we're still this way because you want an ass fuck?\"\n\nIt didn't work. Tom spent the weekend getting fucked before he finally turned back. At one point his mother grew a cock too. It didn't stop until he passed out from exhaustion."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your mom reviews your erotic stories
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"content": "I was absolutely sweating bullets. Seeing my mom holding one of several note-books that were painted with my self-made smut pieces. Peeking through the door and watching her gently thumb through every single page.\n\nShe wasn't just perusing them, gathering evidence to use against me and proclaim me some sort of debaucherous misfit.\n\nShe was carefully scanning them. Every single word reflected in her ruby eyes. Every few seconds, a gasp would escape from her, and she would clutch the neck of her sweater. She was engrossed, even peering through the slightly open door I could register the scarlet blush upon her chin.\n\n\"My little Leo... this is how he feels...\"\n\nShe toyed with her raven black hair, held her free hand against her huge pillowy breasts, her tail snaked out of her jeans and fluttered, small horns wriggled through her locks and jutted out softly from her head.\n\nI never intended for this to happen, I hadn't even considered this would happen. I had aroused my succubus mother without a word. Or at least, without a spoken word. My amateur smut novellas stoked the fire within her, and her true form was emerging.\n\n\"M.... mo.....mm...\" I couldn't speak, the words were caught in my throat. My mind was racing with possibilities, and what actions what lead to what conclusions. My writer's mind trying to formulate a through-line of events.\n\nI didn't know what to do. Should I barge in and tear up the works I penned over the last few years? Deny their existence? Or own up to it? Mother seems to be wildly enthralled with them. If I admit to their creation... would she...?\n\nNo! She's my mother! I can't think that way! Even if we aren't blood related... even if she is only my adoptive mother...\n\nWithout a second thought, I pushed the door open farther, and creak of its hinges alerted my blushing mother. Her eyes were misty, as if she were on the verge of tears. Did I misinterpret her? Was she actually upset? I wish I had just thrown myself down the stairs at this point.\n\n\"M... mom... those... they're...!\" I began to raise my voice. I had started on the path of denial, but I knew it would be futile. \"They're all...\"\n\n\"Lovely.\" She said with a smile, her spaded tail wagging softly. \"They're all absolutely lovely.\"\n\n\"Eh? You... you think so?\" In disbelief i inquired. She did like them, and that fact granted me a decent shred of pride as a writer. Even if it was from my mother, a person who was biologically designed to adore me. Although she was no human. The sexual nature of those short stories were likely appealing to her sinful side.\n\nShe approached me, standing barely taller than me. She gently grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm against her bosom. Even through that thick sweater I could feel the weight and softness of her left breast.\n\n\"M-mom, what are you doing?\" I asked, shocked... but not outraged. I kept my hand upon her boob. I had no intention of letting go.\n\n\"It makes mommy so proud to know that her son is such a wordsmith...\" She grinned, leaning forward to offer me a kiss. There was no escape now. Her saliva was sweet, her tongue lathering mine in her spit in its effortless domination. Her taster twirled around mine, dragging its slimy wet weight against every inch of my own tongue. She drew away briefly. \"...And that her son loves his mother enough to think naughty thoughts about her.\"\n\nShe hit the nail on the head, a vast majority of the pieces within my note books centered around her, the things I wanted to do with her... the things I wanted her to do to me... even the stories that didn't feature her specifically had characters that greatly resembled her.\n\nI saw the notebook fall harmlessly upon my bed, freeing up my mother's hand to grab the tenting bulge in my pants. Swiftly she ran through the button and zipper, then fishing my shaft and testicles out from my boxers. Her delicate pale hands gently sidled across my length, her thumb rubbing the glands under my urethra with a tender, slow pace.\n\nIn turn, I dug underneath her sweater and found her bare breasts. No undershirt, no bra... just a pair of perfect pillows and some shy sunken nipples to suckle upon. I licked those sheepish nubs down like a sucker, stuffing as much of her areola as I could into my mouth and orbiting around her nipple with my tongue. My spit drenched her teat in a glossy splotch of moisture after I quickly drew off with a plop.\n\nMy mom tore off her sweater and escaped the confines of her jeans, revealing her entire plump, alluringly voluptuous body. She fell onto my mattress, taking me with her and ending up on top of me after rolling a few feet. I had forgotten how strong she was, she is a demon after all.\n\nThe head of my cock was pointing skyward, so painfully close to my mother's dripping wet pussy that I felt the instinctual urge to thrust my hips up. But my mother had me on lockdown, sitting upon me in such a way that she had all the control.\n\n\"Leo... \" She cooed, grabbing the notebook and flipping through it. \"Tell mommy what story you want her to read to you first.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bimbofication and other magical alterations: Help me with an (interactive) plot or two
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"content": "\"Losing self control to libido\" is more my thing than vapid bimbofication, so feel free to tweak these as you see fit to hit your niche:\n\n1. Full Moon starts to rise over the carnival and Jeff's best friend suddenly gets panicky. Pulls Jeff into the fun house and apologizes for what he's about to do as he starts freckling and rubbing his chest.\n\n2. James' girlfriend has always wanted to lose herself to a weekend without inhibitions, and has found a magical libido ring to try out. \n a. The ring is so effective she can't keep her hands off of herself or James, begging for more. \n b. Problem is it's a men's ring, so while she's as horny as a 19 year old boy, she's starting to look like one, too. >! (I'm thinking more androgynous/enby than full FtM transformation, but whatever works for the story.) !< \n c. Estrogen affects the libido. Fat makes estrogen. Ring increases the libido by _rapidly_ putting on the right kind of fat in the thighs, hips, butt, breasts, etc. \n d. The ring \"bonds\" to the girlfriend, and James figures out he can activate it remotely by holding (but never wearing!) the ring and saying the magic words. He loves timing this to boost her exhibitionist side. \n e. (...etc.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a fantasy video game world, your stat also corresponds with the size of your breasts, ass or dick. One party who just started finds this out when they all level up after completing a really difficult quest together.
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"content": "Novice adventurers were always informed to keep multiple sets of armor available, especially for longer periods away from a market. If that rule could not be followed, then rely on having cheaper clothes available. \n\nOf course, some adventurers, either ill-prepared or ill-advised, go out into the world with little more than dreams of gold and glory. To forewarn future generations of adventurers, a tale will be told of a particular trio.\n\nIt was a particularly unimpressive team that went out to venture one day; the determined warrior Richard always ready for a fight, the educated witch Titania, and the always sturdy tank of a woman, Buntilda. Their quest of the day happened to be facing a disgraced noble turned bandit. \n\nThe camp, hidden deep within the nearby forest, was home to few bandits. Dangerous in large numbers, but easily manageable when Buntilda taunts her enemies with her firm buns, leaving Titania free to shock them to submission and Richard to strike the remainder down.\n\nThe noble, however, was a bigger problem. Skilled in combat, and a magic charm to resist the temptations of Buntilda's taunts, they relied on Richard's speed to parry any strikes incoming towards Titania and her petite tits. Buntilda, after minutes of chasing the agile opponent down, finally was able to grab him and slam him down. Upon pinning him with her buns, they won.\n\nEvery adventurer knows that it is after the boss is defeated that they are able to learn from their experience and improve. It is commonly known as \"levelling up.\" But there's other things this process does to you...\n\nIt started with a surprised yelp from Titania. She looked down in shock as she saw her chest grow, from barely beyond beestings to delectable mounds of perky breast, having her robe rise up slightly to cover the new mass. Richard felt his armor get tight in the crotch, and rushed to remove his platemail to reveal a growing bulge. As for Buntilda, her downed victim screamed for air, tapping on her growing ass for mercy. She was none the wiser until it was too late.\n\nThere are two lessons to keep in mind here, for those that paid attention: Longer sessions away from a market will require larger clothing to accomodate your assets, and bounty missions cannot be claimed if your target suffocates to death under a fat ass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You live across a building and it wasn't unusual for you to get glimpses of the people who lived there through the windows. One day you are going through your life as usual when you see something that makes you stare.
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"content": "contains >!voyeurism, MF PiV sex!<\n***\nMuriel sipped red wine from her balcony and briefly wondered if her cheeks were warming from the setting sun or from the burgundy. Catching the daily fiery display was one of the perks that had originally sold her on the high-rise apartment. Sitting twenty storeys above the street, she enjoyed a calm, commanding view of the city. She squinted and the distant line of brakelights on the highway blurred and morphed into a thick red snake that curved away, retreating to the suburbs, to cookie cutter shopping malls and an embarrassing waste of land and resources. *That could have been me still*. \n\nSwirling the last swallow in her glass, she looked across a short distance to the mirror image of her high rise building, the yang to her yin. Exterior glass elevators gracefully lifted passengers in a mechanical dance that she found oddly calming, especially at night when the dark structure became pockmarked with squares of light. A dot of color caught her eye, something familiar about the shade of purple rising in one of the glass bubbles. The car stopped a few floors below hers, and Muriel could see the packed elevator more clearly. Inside, a woman wore an enormous headpiece, the kind of fancy, elegantly overstated hat that ladies wore to premier horse races. The plum organza with black lined edges obscured the wearers face and shoulders, and as riders began to empty, she moved into the center of the elevator. The doors closed with only her remaining. As the elevator continued up, she could make out more detail; yellow pheasant feathers, iridescent roses framing a large green jewel. Muriel was astonished. *I thought my hat was one of a kind*. \n\nIt had been a few years since she had attended the Preakness, in fact it was the *only* time she went to a horse race, and she had gone all out. She used to enjoy a bit of spectacle, especially with her husband at the time. They had fucked in a stable, privately owned by one of his partners, the strong scent of animals putting them both in the mood. Muriel remembered the straw had not been as soft as fairy tales led her to believe, and she picked off the errant stalks and blades from her knees and sweaty inner thighs. She had always told him that he was hung like a horse, and when she held onto the leather reins hung on the stable wall, his massive cock filling her pussy from behind, she *knew* it, felt it in her fucking bones.. Back then, George had the means to keep them both happy, and probably still did. Half of a fuck ton of money was still a fuck ton of money. \n\n*The hat.* Muriel entered her walk-in closet and looked in the back, to the racks and shelves of \"one-offs\" she retained. Pulling down a large decorated hat box, she lowered it to the ground and lifted the lid. *Empty. What the fuck?* It was there, six months ago when she moved out of George's house; at least she *thought* so. Now she wasn't so sure. He could have taken it back, given it to one of his mistresses. As she thought more about the missing hat, a little sadness and resentment crept into her heart. \n\nLooking back across the balcony, she noticed the empty elevator, already descending; no way of knowing where the hat wearer went. As if summoned by her will, a light turned on in the apartment across from hers, the sheer curtains barely obscuring the figures and furniture inside. Behind the semi-opaque screen, the hat-wearing woman approached the window and pulled back the curtains and looked straight ahead, locking eyes with Muriel. *That bitch has my hat!*\n\nShe wanted to storm off and find her, to interrogate the stranger and mostly, to get back her headpiece, but hesitated when another figure came up behind: a burly, statuesque man, tanned skin and completely naked. The woman paid him no mind, still standing at the window, staring. *She sees me. Does she want me to watch?* Two hands wrapped around her waist and moved higher, groping her breasts under the black top. *She looks bored.* Even when the hulking bronze man nuzzled into her neck, she gave no response, not to him. Muriel read something entirely different in her eyes. \n\nThe shirt tore like nylons, revealing a thick gold necklace and purple lingerie, a lace bra that accentuated her modest breasts. His large hands palmed each one, squeezing and kneading them, until her tits fell out from under the fabric. As he rolled her nipples between his fingers, Muriel imagined feeling the sharp spike and dull ache in her own body, between her legs. *Fuck, this is hot.* Unzipping out of her dress, Muriel sat on the balcony in her underwear legs spread for the woman to see. For the first time, the woman smiled and nodded.\n\nMuriel slid her hand under her panties and felt the wetness against her skin, slow circles brought the slick to her hood, the clit still hiding inside. She loved the build up. Across the building, Mr. Tan undressed the woman, leaving her naked, save for the necklace and the hat. His hand wrapped around her hips, stroking her bare sex. Muriel's slender fingers couldn't hope to imitate his thick digits, but she tried anyway, letting her imagination fill in the gaps. She dipped two curled fingers into her hole and bit her lip, her muscles exquisitely clenching around her knuckles. No stranger to self love, Muriel knew her own buttons, but something about watching the couple, watching the woman *watch her back*, made the feeling more intense. \n\nThe woman pulled back slightly, then leaned into the glass. The purple organza crushed between her and her cheek, but her breasts began to swing into the glass as her lover drove in and out of her pussy. Muriel had never been fucked standing up, and the thought of it made her masturbate faster. *God, I am so fucking wet*. Annoyed by her panties, she hastily rolled them down her smooth legs and threw them over the balcony. The other woman seemed to laugh, a broad smile quickly replaced by a gasp. The air against Muriel's damp skin felt bold and refreshing as she slid her fingers with renewed vigor. \n\nVision blurring from the pleasure, she looked at the other woman, also in the throes of ecstasy. The tank of a man pummeled her, four hands spread wide on the glass. When Muriel couldn't hold back any longer, she let out a moan into the ether, cumming hard against her thrusting hand. It seemed like they climaxed as well, long slow strides replacing the frantic pace before. Muriel never came so hard; never with George, never with herself. She closed her quivering legs and tasted herself, thinking about what just happened. \n\nAs she stood, the woman opened the window and flung the hat like a Frisbee. Caught on a thermal draft, the headpiece swirled and dipped in the air, defying gravity until it landed at Muriel's feet. The fact that it was indeed her hat seemed like a small, inconsequential detail. Muriel picked it up and smelled the woman's scent and sweat, still on the brim. Inside, she found a piece of paper, with a room number. Fitting it on her head, Muriel went back into her bedroom to find the sexiest lingerie she owned and a trench coat. They were waiting for her.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a Ninja, she was more used to not being noticed. So when she joined the traveling party to their homeland (at the request of her liege) she felt a bit out of her element in the foreign land, her curves and "exotic/dangerous charm" not helping her avoid attention.
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"content": "Pt. 1\n\n\"I like your clothes, they're very exotic. Is that how women dress in your home country?\"\n\nSena took another big sip from her drink and tired to politely shut the conversation down once again. \"They are just normal clothes.\"\n\n\"Eeh, maybe where you come from...\"\n\nGiven that her skills as a ninja mostly relied on her going unnoticed, Sena had opted to dress in normal servant's clothes to give the impression she was travelling with the adventurers as their maid or concubine, but the further they got from her homeland, the harder it was to slip into the background. Apparently now, even the plain clothes she had selected, with their many folds for hiding blades were giving her away. \n\n\"Travelling with these guys, I bet you're like, some sort of super secret martial artist, right?\" The man sitting on her other side interjected.\n\nUnsure of how to operate in a casual tavern atmosphere like this, despite the group's urges to \"just chill out,\" Sene had isolated herself, more watching the festivities than taking part. Now though, these two locals had decided to latch on to her and wouldn't leave her alone. Whether they were looking for an in with her companions or genuinely just looking for an easy fuck, she wasn't sure. Usually this wouldn't be a problem, usually she wouldn't be the focus of attention.\n\nShe was sure that she had training to counter this but her weeks with the group and the drink were making her sloppy and she couldn't remember what she was supposed to do. \n\nOne of the men supported her as she leant to the side, clearly not used to the gin she was drinking. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation, pressing up against him and ignoring their questions. She must be drunker than she realised.\n\nUsually, it was her policy not to let anyone get within striking distance of her but though she'd never admit it, the constant paranoia and strategy was exhausting, and made all the more so by the pointlessness of her skills on their journey so far. There had been a few instances where her more martial skills had come in useful or where she'd acted as a scout but she was out of her element. There was no place for ninja out here, so who said she couldn't have a moment of weakness? That she couldn't just enjoy human company for once rather than posting on the edge of camp as a human watchdog or isolating herself to avoid being caught up in any potential ambush?\n\n Sene giggled like a schoolgirl as she felt a rough hand slide over her strong thigh. The slit down the side of her dress made this easy and in retrospect, she could see why her outfit might draw a little attention out here, where people dressed for the cold and didn't show much skin. \n\nShe finished her drink as the men stammered out another question; asking if she wanted to come up to their room to talk more. It would be quieter there, they assured her. \n\nWordlessly, she stood, only a little unstable and allowed them to lead her out of the bar area and up the wooden stairs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Forced to watch mom fuck
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"content": "Watch mom\n\nIt was far from the first swingers party my wife and I have attended. In fact my wife was bound and determined that tonight I would stay close by and watch her get fucked. I usually just snuck off and got my own little piece of entertainment but she wanted me to be stuck there watching. She found some handcuffs with a long chain and I was stuck next to her for the night.\n\nKira, my wife found a young stud pretty quick and pounced on top of him on the couch in the living room. People had been filtering in and out and I just people watched while Kira bobbed up and down on the dick next to me in plain view. It didn't bug me, I just wanted some attention of my own.\n\nAs I sat bored a crowd filtered in carrying a naked woman. She was obviously older but in great shape. Her brown hair flew in her face, but something felt familiar. I ignored my wife as she slid down on the large throbbing dick right next to me. The crowd gathered and the woman got up to her knees to start sucking the dicks that were lining up. \"Alright, boys, I want that cum.\" The mystery woman said and I instantly knew who it was.\n\nIt was my mom. She still hadn't seen me. I had nowhere to run, and my wife didn't notice a single thing. Mom had a level of skill with those dicks that made me uncomfortable. She made one guy cum in her mouth and swallowed the whole load. After that she bent over and announced she wanted to be overflowing with cum. \n\nThe first guy lined up and started to fuck my mom as hard as he possibly could. He grasped her meaty hips as her ass jiggled and swayed wildly. He finished way too quick and left my mom's pussy dripping cum the next guy moved in and I found myself hard. My wife saw me massaging my hard on and unlocked the cuffs. \n\nOnce I was free I snuck over and grabbed a complimentary mask the hosts laid out as a joke. I slid behind the third man to fuck my mother. She never looked back once at who was fucking her. Once it was my turn I grabbed a nearby tube of lube lined my dick with her asshole. She looked right as I slid my dick into her tight asshole. I think the masked worked. If she did realize who I was she didn't say anything. She did however moan and push back against me.\n\nAs I got into the motion I looked back to see if my wife noticed. She had some new guy in her mouth and some older man ramming Kira from behind. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. \"Dad?\" I asked in a surprisingly loud voice that stopped the room. Kira's head snapped back and stared at my dad who was ramming her from behind. She had a look of surprise and confusion that only got bigger when she looked over at me. Mom turned and looked at me with surprise. I kept my rhythm and came in her asshole at what I suppose was the split second she realized who I was."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [M/M] Captain America's adventure in China (part 1)
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"content": "I'd say the character is inconsistent with the original Captain America. Captain America isn't really a spy, but a super-soldier mixed with an ideal (hence super-soldier serum) and so a cloak and dagger mission makes little sense for him. The whole point of his shield symbolically is to be a protector, and sneaking is antithetical to that unless necessary (see Winter Soldier for an example)\n\nIn addition, the serum itself doesn't really work like that. It is supposed to be an amplifier of an individual's characteristics (Steve Rodgers is selfless and caring, so it enhanced those traits). It is also not really dependent upon a character's relation to anyone else. Steve has numerous conflicts, such as in Civil War, where he is at odds with other Americans and his powers aren't diminished as a result. \n\nFurther, Captain China's unhealthy obsession with comparing himself to his American counterpart comes off as a bit desperate. I always believe that 'show, don't tell' is completely applicable to written stories and this one is no exception. If you want to establish a cruel, malicious yet 'sexy' antagonist to our good captain than you should have him do something that displays this.\n\nFor example, maybe have him strip an entire city of their basic democratic freedoms and right to petition the government that is supposed to represent them. \n\nHowever, if we are supposed to root for Captain China then maybe have him do something unexpected yet noble, like Freeing Tibet from unjust oppression.\n\nIn final thoughts, I don't understand what the stakes are. What does Captain China intend to do with this serum? Are you implying that his nation is making an unstoppable army, and if so what does he intend to use that army for? Wouldn't that make him the villain if he made a giant army purely to conquer others?\n\nAll and all, I think it needs a little work but is still salvageable. I hope this helps :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a messy breakup and losing their job, our protagonist decided to go hitchhiking to find themselves. Unfortunately, on a road in the middle of nowhere, the rain won't stop. Hopefully someone will pass by soon... 👍🚘
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"content": "I was thankful at that moment, I really was. A stranger taking along a soaked, soggy mess of a passenger, with no benefit for it was uncommon. It was... relieving? I felt saved, I guess.\n\nOf course, stuck in the middle of nowhere, sat in a car with broken radio and plenty of rain makes for talks. And the downpour also meant that there was no telling for me when we'd arrive somewhere near civilization, so no dodging topics, I presumed.\n\nThinking back, a part of me realized that this was a stranger, and there was nothing to prove, nothing I had to hide. I told him of my plan to hitchhike. Told him how I grabbed my bags and headed north, to wherever it could have led me. Go through fields, take five, wander about, lose yourself. I told him that he'd probably not get it.\n\nHe told me he understood. I listened as he told me he was different in a way he couldn't tell other, a way they just wouldn't get. Not mum, not dad, not Shirley. I don't know who that Shirley was, but I presumed. I hadn't a mind to prod.\n\nI, however, had wound up sneezing, and he tossed to me a pack of paper handkerchiefs. I wiped my nose, and then took the rest of the pack to try and wipe what little I could without exposing myself fully to a stranger in a car, driving along the rain on a highway to nowhere.\n\nHe asked about my job, and I shrugged, sighed, and said I had none. I asked him about his, and he said he did some organizing work. He asked if I did this more often. And I asked, if he meant the hitchhiking or the not having a job part. He laughed, a faint one that told me he had tried not to prod, and I laughed, a giggly one that I couldn't hold in no matter how embarrassing I thought it sounded.\n\nI told him that it was a no on both fronts, and before he could ask, I told him I was alone and kind of lost the last few weeks. And I asked what he would do if he felt like he wasn't home with Shirley, and had to find something, anything to cling to.\n\nHe shrugged. He sighed. Then, he said he would probably grab his wallet, a blanket and his laptop, and just drive for a day or two. Maybe pick someone up on the way. I grew beet red. Apologies were had, and the deafening silence of pouring rain stilted talks.\n\nA bit later, I had to admit I lost track of time. It was cloudy, dim, and I couldn't tell if I had sat outside for hours or been inside the car for minutes. A while later, he drove onto the side of the road, and stopped the car. Outside was still no house in sight, nothing but a field of produce and a road dividing it. I asked if I should get out. He laughed, and explained that he needed a break. He told me to reach into the bag on the back. I did so, and pulled out one of the bottles inside. After reading the contents, I took out another bottle of drunken goodness for myself.\n\nA few sips later, I eyed the steering wheel - It was clean if a bit stained by sweat of hour-long holding by his hands. He saw me look... and offered me to drive. I politely declined. I knew not a thing about driving, and thought I hadn't needed to since I met Damian. I told how Damian had taken me for rides, and asked things in return. He, of course, couldn't understand who Damian was. I take it he presumed, though he didn't seem to prod.\n\nHe uttered two words then, more direct than I had ever. \"Fuck Damian.\"\nAnd I said back, more in a mutter than him. \"Yeah, fuck Damian.\"\n\n\"Fuck Damian.\" He replied. \"Fuck him.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Fuck Damian!\" I now said, almost as loud as the rain itself. \"Fuck Shirley too.\"\n\n\"Fuck Shirley, am I right? Fuck them all!\" He said. \"Let em eat shit for all I care!\"\n\n\"Eat shit, Shirly!\" I cried out. \"And you too, Miss Walthers! Who's incapable of selfreflection in face of mistakes now, huh!\"\n\nSoon it had become a mixture of liberation and childish expletives. \"Fuck her!\", one of us yelled, and the other chimed in, cussing out the world, it's inhabitants and our circumstances. And despite name-dropping Damian, what he did wasn't on my mind. What he said wasn't on my mind. What was on my mind was me.\n\nI took a breath, and as he was getting ready to drive again, I said it. \"Thank you. You were exactly what I needed. I think I really need someone like you.\"\n\nHe removed his hands from the steering wheel again, and turned the car key, leaving the car's engine to grow deathly quiet. Pounding rain but accentuated how loud the sound of him removing his seatbelt was. I grew worried. Did I say something wrong?\n\nHe leaned over to me, closer and closer, as his eyes transfixed onto mine. I shied away, but a quick peck closed the gap, leaving me a tense, stuttery mess. I heard, felt his breath on me, saw him get up, climb over. I looked at him opening my seatbelt as he dared for another kiss, not prodding further than my very lips.\n\n\"You're breathtaking, you know?\" He said, showering me with worthless, revocable compliments as he took what was presented to be his. He placed a hand on my shoulder, trailed kisses along my cheeks and along the neck as I shook, still wordless, eyes closed. It was too familiar, too common.\n\nA hand trailed my chin, I heard him ask. \"You want more?\" He asked it, and I did, I was supposed to, I was used to. I should, and I could, and it would be right and easy and what he wanted me to. I would enjoy it, I had enjoyed it before, hadn't I? I had wanted him down there, right? And I was surely aroused because I desired him, and because I desired him I was aroused, yeah?\n\nI opened my mouth hesitantly, but he spoke first.\n\n\"You don't want this...\" He said, more to himself, than to me. And for once, I realized that he was many things: conflicted, presumptuous, and yes, aroused. But he was not Damian. He was someone who picked me up for no benefit. He was someone who just took a road and met a roadie, unaware of any baggage as he rode himself on a highway to nowhere.\n\n\"Please stop...\"\nI whimpered it out more than I could say it. And a tiny part, the one that was used to going along, having to go along, was sure at that moment that he wouldn't listen, and could blame the rain.\n\nThat part was silenced as with a thud, he built distance between the two of us. Separated by the gear shift, I remained pressed against the door as he tried his best to give me room.\n\nHe sighed, his eyes pressed shut. He pushed the back of his head into the cushioning. There was the nag in the back of my head, saying I should leave, run. That he was like Damian, that he was just hesitant to pull through. But that was it, he was hesitant. Damian never was hesitant. Not when I met him, and not when we broke up. He said what he meant, and meant what he threatened.\n\nAs I argued against my inner caution, I heard him speak, cussing himself out. \n\"Ffffffffffuck me, I guess.\"\n\nI had no mind to misinterpret his words, yet couldn't help but snicker. \"Yeah, fuck Damian.\"\n\nHe had teared up. Not that I was one to talk. I was a blubbering mess behind it all, looking half like a drowned sea witch and half like a madman's daughter. \"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to- well, I thought you wanted to. Wait, it isn't your fault, I really should have asked before I... uh. I should get to driving. If I go and drive, we should hit a city in the next hour. I'll be out of your hair s-\"\n\nI had placed my hand on his shoulder. I didn't realize when I did, but he stopped, and looked at me. I gave a smile. \"There is a thing someone I met on my roads told me that I think of when I feel like I did something wrong. So, repeat after me: Fuck Damian.\"\n\n\"...Fuck Damian?\" He said, looking perplexed.\n\nI egged him on. \"With more energy. Fuck Shirley!\"\n\n\"Fuck Shirley.\" He said halfheartedly.\n\n\"And fuck! This! World!\" I cried out, and won him over.\n\n\"Fffffuck this world!\" He yelled belligerently. \"Fuck this rain for making me think you were just a bit soggy around the eyes! Fuck mum's dating advice! And fuck me for having to roll with a stick in my pants. Let's drive!\"\n\nI smiled. \"Hey, man. I understand. If you want, you can leave me in the car for a few minutes while you... you know.\"\n\nHe looked at me. He blinked once, then a second time. Then, he blushed, and got out of the car.\n\nI took the bag, and fished out another beer, pulled out a blanket, and got cozy. Comfortable. Curious. It took about two thirds of the bottle to put me into a mood to ogle. I took a glance through the window, seeing him, nude from the bottom's down, hairy legs and facing away from the car. He was in hurry to finish, and desperate to boot. And a few seconds of glancing later, so was I. I wasn't drunk enough for intimacy, and certain that a certain D-word would sneak it's way into my thoughts again if I would, but I still had needs, and was, well, primed to drop pants and get to it.\n\nHe finished first, but I wasn't far behind, I'd guess. My toes curled shut as muscles tensed, and the breathing stopped. Then, relaxation as a gasp for air rushed in, a smile formed, and the tingle of release ushered the little death out of the door.\n\nHe got in, and looked not at me, getting ready to drive. And he looked ready. I teased. \"So, how was it for you?\"\n\n\"Wet, unsatisfying, and cold. Did you want pics?\" He asked, annoyedly. \"I'd prefer if- Huh, your blanket looks the same as mine.\"\n\n\"It is yours. Look, I was cold, drunk and needed cover in case I took longer than you. Did *you* want pics?\" I asked with a smirk.\n\n\"...I am really bad at reading a mood, you know?\"\n\nI dropped the blanket, revealing my lack of pants. \"Good. I am bad at setting one. I guess we both get to learn.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) A young man moves in with his bi older sister and her bi girlfriend, who both almost instantly try to get him to join them in bed~
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"content": "\"Shut up. I love the ideas he has going on in his head....Go on....\" His sisters girlfriend, Sally motioned for him to continue and then hid behind her wine glass.\n\n\"Of course you guys must....uh....bathe together. You know, soap each other up, shave each other, shampoo each others hair....make out.....\" Lena was a little alarmed at how much wine her little snot of a brother could hold. He was not so little anymore, taller than her in fact, but he was just the kind of entertainment Sally loved. And frankly, she'd rather have Sally to herself at the moment.....\n\n\".....you have to say \"make out\" after everything we do?\" Sally rolled back on the couch and laughed, \"I bet we mulch the lawn and take out the leaves and I hold her face in my gardening gloves and tongue fuck her.\" Sally was encouraging him in the worst way but Lena loved that hearty laugh.\n\n\"Fuck.....that's hot.\" He slurred.\n\nSally got off the couch and staggered towards him, propping herself up on the armrest of his recliner, \"So......thousand dollar question, Lane. Lena.....you ever jerked off to big sister?\" She whispered so loudly the neighbors could hear.\n\n\"Last night\" he said deadpan, \"You should have seen her when she was still in high school......\"\n\nLena rolled her eyes and reached out for more Pinot. It was her fault, she'd loved leading him on and then dashing all his hopes for years. He put his arm around Sally's neck and whispered, \"I thought I loved her, you know.\" Sally sprawled on his lap and the recliner fell back, knocking his glass out, \"Join the club, kiddo. Once she dumps me, I'm gonna come to you for some chocolate, whiskey and pity fuckin'.\" Sally was a couple of years younger than Lena and both had struggled to commit to each other, given they both had other lovers, some in common even. \n\n\"No!\" Lane proclaimed with extreme melodrama, \"You're so fucking sexy Sally. No one would ever leave you....\"\n\nNow Lena was laughing, but the chortle fizzled out as Sally was shamelessly groping his....the little shit was hard and tenting his shorts. \"Is that for meeee?\" Sally put an arm around his neck and licked his earlobe. He squeezed her close and started kissing her neck.\n\n\"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU.\" Lena screamed, \"Lane, don't come here and make a move on my girlfriend, you fucktard weasel shit. She's not a whore for you to use. And you......\" She pointed at Sally, \"...you....\"\n\n\"Whore!?\" Sally said in that infuriating sing-song way. She turned to Lane and said, \"You got money, gimme a dollar.\" Lane dug into his back pocket and gave her his entire wallet. Sally flipped Lena off, then stuck her middle finger in Lane's eager mouth. \"There....I'm his whore now. You happy!?\"\n\n\"Ladies.....Ladies...\" Lane lifted Sally in his arms and rose to his full height from the recliner. \"What's this really about? Listen, I love you both for letting me crash here. I don't want trouble. I'm just.....you're fucking lesbians and .....\"\n\n\"BI-sexual Lane.\" Lena corrected, \"We're bi. I just took a big fat cock right on the recliner you were sitting on last weekend and I am going to take a cock or three this weekend as well. And your favorite whore does the same.\" Lena grinned with malice, but then regretted what she'd said. They both looked legitimately hurt.\n\n\"He's your brother, booboo....\" Sally took a stand, \"What the fuck!?\" There was a long painful pause, they could hear the air conditioner click on. \n\n\"Group hug?\" Sally suggested. Brother and sister joined her.\n\n\"Sorry!\" \"Sorry!\" \"Sorry!\" All three said with a large measure of slurring......\n\n\"Lane, I love you but Sally and I are having relationship trouble. It's.....got me on edge.\"\n\n\"Lena, baby - for real, I want your little brother.\" Sally was making eyes at him \"Dude's hard just thinking about us. And don't be a prude....you wanted to fuck your own dad.....\"\n\n\"What?!\" Now Lane had the righteous rage.\n\n\"Admit it Lena, you're turned on knowing little bro wants a piece of your fine ass. Wait a minute, Lane and Lena.....really?\" Sally chuckled, \"Okay whatever, Lane - your big sister is too much of a slut to act so righteous. What say you...me....tag team her? Hmmmm......\" \n\nThey never left that embrace, Lena felt two hot mouths on her, a cockhead poke her stomach and her girlfriend slap her ass. She wanted to push them away but they were just so into it....\n\n*Fuck, this was hot.....* Lena thought.\n\n\"Ok..ok....Lane I want to fuck you because you're tall and hot now and ugh it's so disgusting but I want it.....\" Lena confessed. They all laughed.\n\n\"I'll let you two commit incest\" Sally said, graciously while slipping a hand into Lena's pajama bottoms. \n\n\"No...Sally, baby. I want you too.\" Lena dug her fingers in Sally's hair and yanked her close, \"And don't tell me what to do, bitch!\"\n\n\"Fuck this is hot...\" Her brother was grinning and trying to feel up both of them.\n\n\"Say that again and I'll strap on fuck you in the ass\" Lena shot back at her brother, with half the conviction as earlier.\n\n\"Fuck, that is hot.....\" He said again, until Sally laughed and pushed his face into her bust. \n\n\"To bed baby\" She said to Lena, \"This one is probably going to blow his load in ten minutes and once he's night night I want to be your fuck slave....\" Lena growled and her brother's muffled voice barely escaped from her girlfriend's chest as they slowly, awkwardly moved to the bedroom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: in this world everyone has a word that instantly makes them super horny. the main characters is "the"
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"content": "This is kind of a femboy to some degree, and it's more of a story than blatant porn, but I liked the prompt.\n\n——\n\n\nMoth adjusted his headphones, keeping his eyes to the ground as he waited for the bus. Even just accidentally reading someone’s lips could be enough to activate the latent magic, and getting hard wasn’t exactly productive to him getting to work without being sexually harassed. He hummed under his breath, tapping his nails on the back of his phone case.\n\nWhen he felt the rumble of the bus coming, he looked up, keeping his eyes moving and avoiding looking at the mouth of anyone near him. He stepped to be toward the front, and with his height, people slid in behind him. He went to push his bus pass in, only to notice the sign on top of it and slide down his headphones. The bus driver aggressively tapped his finger on it, grunting out “Read the damn sign. Maybe if you weren’t the kind of asshole that wears headphones when they get on, you’d have heard me say the same thing. The reader’s out of order, so the fare’s cash only.” Each time his Word was said, Moth’s cock twitched with interest, the man’s mouth glowing blue for a split second each time.\n\nMoth dug out his wallet, pushing in the bill and change before pulling out the transfer pass, muttering “Thanks,” before pulling his headphones back up. He stood by the back door, putting his wallet back. He kept his eyes averted from the crowd, watching the city whip past as he waited for his stop to come up. He used his appearance, long hair with a shave side, black lipstick, lanky and aloof at best, future serial killer at worst, to keep people from trying to get his attention. Sure, at work, it wasn’t really an issue, but it had been previously.\n\nWhen Moth worked retail, a wide eyed, innocent 15 year old with a squeaky voice and enough anxiety to give a moose’s entire family tree heart attacks, it was a little traumatic. When you’re a teenager, getting hard every time someone says one of the most common words in the English language to you is horrifying. He made it about a month before he got multiple complaints, and he was fired without ceremony. His boss felt bad, sure, but the last thing the business needed was claims that they let a sexual harasser stay employed because they felt bad for him. Getting hard during interviews for fast food and just about anything else he could apply for went about the way you’d expect, while his interview skills were fine, him squirming with a rock hard cock didn’t endear him to potential bosses.\n\nOver time, he lost his sense of shame. Getting hard at funerals, weddings, cousin’s parties, he couldn’t help it. The only way to avoid it was to tell people to avoid the word “the” and that was about as likely as him winning the lottery and removing his drive to get a job entirely. He kept applying, trying to get any kind of work, but years ticked by with only rejection. His parents even tried to get him a job, using their resources, but they knew how common his Word was, and they weren’t surprised when he still wasn’t hired.\n\nOn his 18th birthday, he wore his tightest jeans, some band tee for a group that probably wasn’t even together anymore, and pulled his biggest hoodie on, flipping its hood up to hide his face. His parents were well respected where he grew up, and it’d probably hurt their reputation even more if people recognized him. He’d started as a waiter in the brand new gay club that’d opened the next town over, and the customers loved seeing his Word work on him. They’d make up every excuse to say it to him, leaving him panting and glassy-eyed as he tried to force his cock to relax. He was given breaks, but he spent most of them just focused on trying to relax. He’d never be able to stop from feeling horny when his Word was used, that was how it worked for everyone, but he managed to start ignoring the brain fog, to some degree.\n\nHe started moonlighting at the strip club, wearing what was really little more than a pair of boxer briefs and a fishnet top with his high top sneakers. The pink color glowed under the club lights, and with each new piercing, he added more tiny lights on his body. While he had multiple tattoos in black ink, the otherwise invisible UV ink ones stood out at the club. Nobody seemed to mind the feminine look his long hair gave him, or the way his tiny ass looked in the skintight shorts, but when he was requested to serve, not just tend the bar, he spent a good few minutes, biting his lip. It was nervewracking to think about it, but he agreed to it. When he’d turned 21, he started working at the strip club full time, and thinking about it made him chuckle to himself. He’d been worried about backlash, but his parents were just glad that he was working.\n\nWhen the bus doors opened, he hopped out, heading straight to the club. The bass was so heavy that he could feel it through his sneakers, and he let his headphones fall around his neck. He wove through the people standing around, heading straight to the back. His boss met him there, leaning against a wall as he waited. “Nice to see the star show up,” he said, snorting. “I’m just fuckin’ with you. Schedule’s over there for next week,” he paused, thinking carefully about his words. “Virgo’s off today, kid who works with you normally?” He started talking faster, watching Moth as he turned off his phone and chucked it into his locker. “That’s the third strike the kids gotten, he’s gonna have to find another club. We’re not a charity, and the least he could’ve done was call or apologize after the fact.”\n\nMoth stopped, growling deep in his throat. “Are you fucking with me right now,or was that an accident?” he asked, yanking his shorts up. He stuffed his cock in, the bulge obvious and almost obnoxiously so.\n\nHis boss waved his hand, rolling his eyes. “No, it’s just annoying to word police myself. It’s not my fault your Word is… so common.” he patted Moth on the arm, walking out of the back and toward the front. Moth flexed his toes, stretching as he mentally prepared himself for the blasts of blue light and horniness that were sure to follow.\n\n——\n\nHe perched in a client’s lap in a private room, the bulge in his shorts twitching as Dale spoke to him. It was just stream of consciousness rambling, anything to say Moth’s Word. Moth was panting loudly, his heart pounding in his chest so hard that he was surprised it wasn’t visible, and he whined when Dale pulled his hair, making him stop arching like he wanted to cover himself up. “Now, now, pretty boy. The point of the the money the client spends is that the good boy the client is getting the services from lets the client see him, right? Isn’t that the point?”\n\nMoth made a pathetic, keening sound, and Dale chuckled a little. “The more you whine, the more I want to say the word ‘the,’” He slid his other hand up Moth’s thigh, squeezing his hip and pulling Moth closer. “The only reason I’m using the Word so much is for you. The second you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”\n\nMoth blinked his mascara coated lashes, glittering with unshed tears. “I can’t cum just from my Word, you’re not the first to try.” He swallowed audibly, sniffling a little. “It feels like my cock’s about to literally fucking explode from the pressure.” He avoided grinding on Dale’s lap, his nails digging into his shoulders instead. “If you touched it, though,” he mumbled, not really wanting to be heard. He’d always been so comfortable and confident, and seeing him on the verge of crying from not being able to cum on his own was delicious.\n\nDale pulled his hair again, getting Moth to arch his back. He just repeated the word over and over, Moth’s vision going entirely blue. Dale squeezed his hip hard, probably leaving little bruises, and Moth whined. He could feel every nerve in his body screaming, on the verge of orgasm but denied by whatever magic. When Dale shifted to rotating through languages, though, Moth’s back arched without his thought, tears rolling down his face as he came hard, absolutely sobbing with relief. His body sagged as he finished, unable to hold himself up. Dale released his hair, holding him by the lower back and between his shoulder blades. “Good boy,” Dale whispered, rubbing his back. “You did so good, Moth. I’m proud.”\n\nMoth wiped his face with a shaky hand, trying not to laugh. “Apparently I need to go to South America,” he let out a long breath, it catching in his throat a few times as his body still shook. “Fuck, that was amazing. I could kiss you right now.”\n\nDale shook his head, snorting. “Pass, I’ve already got to get your cum out of my pants, I don’t need your lipstick on me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The location of this random porno gif looks a lot like your bedroom. Wait, no, you recognise something... that *IS* your bedroom! And the performer looks like your housemate in a mask!
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"content": "I settled down in my bed, let my hair down, undressed, and spread my legs, ready for some fun. I load the porn site on my laptop, and start browsing the videos, the thumbnails enough to make my pussy wet.\n\nEventually, I clicked on the video “Big cock fucks petite teen while parents are gone,” and lay back to watch. The video started with the girl kissing the man’s cock, slathering it in saliva. I rub my pussy gently as I imagine taking a massive cock in my own mouth.\n\nHang on… that room looked familiar. I peered closer and realised that the bedroom in the video had the same wallpaper as in mine, a flowery design. I shrugged, and continued masturbating. Wallpapers must be common enough, right?\n\nThe man picks the girl up and pushes her onto the bed. With a jolt I realised that the bed had the same sheets as my bed! On the bedside table I recognised the same items on my own table. That was my alarm clock!\n\n“What the fuck,” I whispered to myself as the girl got pounded into the bed. This was my bedroom. I listened closer and heard the man whisper something in a British accent. My roommate, Dylan, was from England. \n\n“What the fuck?” I say out loud. There was no doubt in my mind now that Dylan was the one on my screen, fucking some girl on my bed. I recognised the room as my own now, my mind no longer dulled by horniness. I watched with vague disgust as the girl grabbed *my* pillows, and leaked her juices on *my* sheets.\n\nAnd yet… there was something else. Something kinda… hot about it. Seeing this girl with my roommate’s cock deep inside her in my bed suddenly seemed really fucking sexy. My pussy became wet again, and I slowly circled the clitoris as Dylan switched to fucking the girl’s asshole.\n\nAfter cumming, I saved the url of the video, and closed the tab, feeling… weird. On the one hand, Dylan making a porno in my bedroom without my knowledge was fucked up, and wrong. On the other hand… it was pretty hot. I decided to confront him about it.\n\n“Hey, Dylan?” I asked innocently, entering the living room.\n\n“Yeah?” he asked, reading his phone.\n\n“I was just… browsing these videos, and I found something interesting.”\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“Yeah, come and see,” I said, beckoning him into my room.\n\nI opened the laptop and reopened the page. Dylan’s face fell as he saw what he was watching.\n\n“Oh, shit. I, uh…”\n\n“Is that you, fucking that girl?” I asked sweetly.\n\n“Uh… yeah.”\n\n“Is that my room?” I asked, my voice sugary sweet.\n\n“Maybe.”\n\n“And is that… my fucking bed?” \n\n“Uh…”\n\n“You dirty fucker!” I yelled. “How long has this been going on? Is this why you’ve been offering to change my bed for me?” Dylan nodded, looking sheepish. “You… fuck.”\n\nDespite myself, I felt my pussy getting wet again. Looking at the video again, I realised just how hung Dylan really was. He must have been eight inches at least, and the girl was enjoying every inch of it. “Fuck,” I said again, barely a whisper.\n\n“I’m sorry” said Dylan.\n\n“Who is she?” I asked, pretending not to notice the yearning in my pussy.\n\nDylan shrugged. “A friend.”\n\n“You look awfully friendly,” I said. Then, despite myself, I said “You’re, uh… big.”\n\n“Oh,” said Dylan, looking embarrassed. “I guess…”\n\n“How big are you?” I asked, trying to act casual.\n\n“7.5 inches,” said Dylan.\n\n“Really?” Then, my body took over. I removed my top, exposing my breasts, and pulled down my shorts.\n\n“Oh. Should I…” said Dylan, making to leave.\n\n“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said, my voice deep and husky. “I want this,” I pointed at the screen.\n\n“What…?”\n\nI bent over, baring my shaved pussy. “Fuck me like you fucked her. It seems only fair, since you used my bed.”\n\nHe didn’t need to be asked twice. After the sound of a zipper, I felt his monster meat forcing its way into my pussy, filling me up and scratching that deep, primal itch. “Ohhh, fuck yeah,” I moaned, backing myself onto him.\n\nIt didn’t take him long to work up some speed, fucking me harder and faster with each stroke. My sweet little pussy took the pounding gratefully, his cock pushing against my g-spot with every stroke, sending me into a world of bliss. “Fuck…” I wailed, as the pleasure became too much to bear.\n\nI felt him speed up, and shoot a stream of hot cum deep inside me, and that was enough to send me over the edge. The orgasm came, a rolling wave of bliss that touched every inch of my body, and made my hair stand up on end.\n\nTurning back to face him, I was shocked to see he had his phone out. With a sheepish grin, he said, “What? You don’t expect me to keep this to myself, do you?”\n\nI considered it for a moment, then shook my head. “Go ahead,” I said. “Maybe I have a career as a pornstar in my future.”\n\n“You would do well,” he assured me. “You would do so fucking well.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She hadn't known about the taboo against solitary bathing prevalent on this planet, nor about the cultural practice of assigning a bath buddy to those without one.
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"content": "\"What the fuck are you?!\" Kristi exclaimed.\n\nIt was her first night after landing at the consular mission, and after a long day of settling in, going through the ridiculous rituals involved with meeting all the alien dignitaries, laying prostrate before the windbag of an UN ambassador with his beady little eyes while he reminded her of her low rank in a low ranking department on a low ranking planet, and choking on the noxious saccharine sweet shit they called atmosphere on this continent, Kristi was desperate, like fucking angrily, on-the-verge-of-a-breakdown, crazily desperate for some time with nobody else around. Nobody to ask her anything. Nobody to imply that she needed to do something but couldn't be fucked to ask it. Nobody to test her mettle as a fledgling first-year xeno-cultural attache officer. \n\nShe’d just peeled out of her uniform-slash-envirosuit, and she needed this fucking bath, and her bath did not fucking need this, whatever the fuck floating pink octopus bullshit thing was. It wasn’t one of the aliens, she knew that, it looked nothing like their hulking, furred massive bodies, or any of the various pets they kept. \n\nAlso, well, it was floating, which was weird.\n\nThe thing purred. It really fucking purred. What the fuck. \"I'm a --\" the thing made an inhuman sound \"-- which I get doesn't really work in your language, but the translation is something like 'bath buddy'.\"\n\n\"I don't need a fucking bath buddy,\" Kristi was going to lose her shit, she really was. \"Get the fuck out of here. This is the human-only part of the mission. And this is my private fucking quarters. Leave. Now!\"\n\n\"Well, yeah, I totally getcha,\" the thing said. Kristi couldn't figure out where the sound was even coming from, it seemed like the whole thing was just making sound as its tentacles writhed around aimlessly, splashing the water, swirling around in the air. \"But I'm just a robot, so the whole 'no aliens' rule doesn't really apply here.\"\n\n\"You're a robot,\" Kristi said, letting her lack of belief lay evident in her tone.\n\n\"Yeah, you know, like whirrrr, bzzzzz, clank clank. A robot.\"\n\n\"You're fucking kidding me.\"\n\n\"I am fucking not.\"\n\n\"Fine. Whatever. You're some weird purring pink floating robot. Congratulations. Get the fuck out of my bath.\"\n\n\"Ah, well, yes, I see from your body language that you'd like that.\"\n\n“My body!?” Kristi yelled, curling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them tightly, “You’re watching my body?”\n\n“But the thing is, I really cannot leave,” the robot said, plaintively. \n\n“What do you mean, you can’t leave. Just get out the fucking same way you came in, however the fuck that was.”\n\n“Well, yes, I suppose. But, the thing is, and you’re new here so I know you don’t get it, don’t know it yet, maybe haven’t heard about the local custom...”\n\n“For a robot you’re sure bad at getting to the fucking point.”\n\n“Well, basically, on this planet, you cannot bathe alone,” the robot said. \n\nThere was a moment of quiet where Kristi looked at the robot while the robot managed to twist its tentacles into something resembling an awkward, embarrassed human pose. “It’s why the tub is so big,” it continued. Kristi had never seen a robot look sheepish before, didn’t even know it was possible. “And since you’ve got nobody else here in your quarters to join you, I’m here to save from this frightfully horrid faux pas.”\n\n“Faux pas,” Kristi repeated, nonplussed. \n\n“Yes, a quite terrible one, I’m afraid.”\n\n“How terrible?”\n\nA small stream of filmy liquid poured from the floating robot’s middle blobby part. “Some bubble bath to calm your nerves,” it said.\n\n“Tell me how fucking terrible,” Kristi insisted, raising her voice.\n\n“Oh, frightfully terrible. Stupendously, flabbergastingly, overwhelmingly terrible. It’s best not to think about. Plus, think of the benefits. With a bath buddy, you’re far less likely to drown,” the robot said, adding this last part cheerfully. \n\n“I’m not going to fucking drown. Tell me how terrible.”\n\n“Well, if you insist, which you certainly have been doing, for one, your invitation to the Third Holy Siblings Regional Orphanage Charity Gala would have to be rescinded.”\n\n“Is that bad?”\n\n“Ohhhh,” the robot cried, “Absolutely dreadful. And Her Oatiness the Honorable Judge Shadella of Lower Modm would cancel her speaking engagement at the commencement of the UN Mission Upper Orbital Temporary Interstellar School for Challenged Teens.”\n\n“Her Oatiness,” Kristi repeated.\n\n“An odd title, yes, I suppose,” the robot said, “Her family is known for producing much, well... something that the UN has chosen to translate as ‘oat.’ But that’s not the point, canceling her speaking engagement would do tremendous cultural harm.”\n\n“Because I took a bath by myself,” Kristi said drily.\n\n“Yes, the taboo runs strong. Which reminds me, you would also be executed.”\n\n“Executed!?”\n\n“Well, perhaps ‘executed’ is a strong word. Definitely your head would be separated from your neck. That is usually fatal for your species, right? Yes, I believe so. No, definitely, in the scheme of things, bathe with a buddy. Far safer, I do say. Far more sociable, too.”\n\n“Yeah, no shit.” Kristi shook her head, wondering what type of backwater hillbilly assignment she’d gotten herself into. Four more years, she thought, then she’d be done here, maybe even get some say over which planet she was posted to next. Could she make it four years here?\n\nOne of the robot’s tentacles descended into the water, glowing. “Here, let me help keep the water warm,” it said. Then it added, “See, there are other benefits, too.”\n\n“I already have a heater, and it doesn’t watch me as I bathe,” Kristi said.\n\n“I can also have a wide variety of popular music, local tunes, Earth melodies, and folk compositions from across the known space.” A horrible screeching noise began emanating from the robot.\n\n“No, off! Off! What the fuck was that?”\n\n“The Ulthima Darling Choir’s winning entry to the second to last Starchaser Spirit Poem contest. It was quite highly lauded, by both critics and the masses.”\n\n“It’s fucking horrific.”\n\n“You’re horrific! That’s quality music. I’m totally judging you right now.”\n\n“Get the fuck out of my bath.”\n\n“Oh,” the robot sighed, “We’re back to that again.”\n\n“Yes, that. Again. How would anyone even know if I bathed alone?”\n\n“Well, I would tell them.”\n\n“You wouldn’t!”\n\n“I’m just a simple robot doing my simple duty. So let’s just say, I cannot leave. But... would it make you feel better if I turned around?”\n\nKristi waited a beat. The robot didn’t seem to even have a front or back. “Yes,” she said anyway.\n\nThe robot slowly spun around. It’s tentacles rearranged, though, and, once done, effectively Kristi could tell no difference. But the thing wasn’t going to leave, so Kristi rolled her eyes, unfolded her limbs, and laid back into the tub. It was, now that the robot pointed it out, a rather large tub. And with Kristi’s petite body, she had plenty of room for her own space while the weird pink floating robot kept to its own side.\n\nDamn, but that bubble bath was soothing. Ok, maybe this robot wasn’t all bad, she thought. \n\n“Robot,” Kristi said. \n\n“Yes?”\n\n“Can you... do that heating the water trick?”\n\n“Happy to, miss!”\n\n“Don’t call me ‘miss.’ And can you make the water swirl around a little bit, too?”\n\n“Ok, let me know what you think of the speed.” The robot dropped more tentacles into the water, spinning them around like a propeller, forming a current in the tub, and soon the water was flowing gently over Kristi’s body, taking her tension away.\n\n“Not bad, robot,” she said.\n\n“I also offer massages,” the robot said.\n\n“As if you know the first thing about human bodies.”\n\n“I’ve studied many species’ biological forms intensely, actually,” the robot said, “For ... reasons.”\n\n“How reassuring.”\n\n“I also can detect brainwaves, and have other measures to know your exact level of stress.”\n\nKristi sat up. “You can read my mind?”\n\n“Hah! No. Your fleshy biological minds are far too incoherent and defy ‘reading.’ But your basic emotional state? Sure. How do you think we’re having this conversation? I sure don’t know how to read your face.”\n\n“Huh,” Kristi said, thinking it over, “Well, ok, I guess, then.”\n\n“You guess... that you want the massage?”\n\n“No, I guess that I’m ok with you reading my mind.”\n\n“I’m not reading your mind,” the robot sounded hurt.\n\nKristi didn’t say anything. She wasn’t going to let herself be emotionally manipulated by some stupid robot. \n\nBut damn, this bath was soothing. And the idea of a massage did sound tempting. So far, the robot hadn’t lied, or done anything else... too weird. Maybe it was worth a shot?\n\n“Robot,” Kristi said, “Ok, I want the massage. But just my shoulders. Nowhere else. No funny business.”\n\n“Right away,” the robot said, voice strangely happy.\n\nTwo of its tentacles extended across the tub in a way that sort of unsettled Kristi, but when they softly, strongly, gently, expertly began kneading her shoulders, her uneasiness melted away.\n\nFuck, this thing is good, Kristi thought. She closed her eyes, let the delicate, warm pulsing of the robot’s pliant limbs work the tension from her muscles. \n\nAfter a bit, the robot said, “I’ve been working your shoulders, as you asked, but I’m detecting tension in your neck, back, and arms, as well.”\n\n“It’s fine,” Kristi muttered, the robot helping her enjoy the bath more than she expected, “This is good. Get those places, too. Do whatever.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Friends who know your kinks and fantasies always give the best birthday surprises!
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"content": "“Happy Birthday Jake!” I said excitedly as my husband arrived home from work. I walked to him and gave him a big hug and a kiss. “I don’t want to rush you baby, but your friends rented the Moose Lodge for your party tonight, so you need to get in the shower!”\n\n“Wow, not even time for a little present, Em?” He said, disappointingly.\n\n“Well just one, since you’ll need it for the party.” I took his hand and lead him upstairs while he gave me a firm squeeze on the ass, as is tradition when you are following your other half up the stairs. \n\nI opened my dresser and took out a small wrapped box and handed it to Jake. He quickly unwrapped it to reveal a black leather collar that said “Jake’s Slut” in red embroidery, with a red rope about three feet long attached. His eye grew wide when he looked at me. “You said I’d need this tonight?” He whispered.\n\n“That’s right sir, you also need to pick out my outfit for tonight so I can get dressed while you shower”. \n\n“What are you saying Emma? I’m to parade you around your friends on a leash?” \n\nI noticed him growing in his Grey suit pants, and hand gave him a little stroke through his pants. “That’s correct babe” I said as I gave his hard cock a firm squeeze. \n\n“Fuck Emma, I thought you were kidding when you agreed to let me do this someday. Oh my god i can’t believe this is happening. When I fantasize about this you’re wearing that Red jumper with the long pants, no bra or panties. Ok I’m getting in the shower!” He said as he pulled his suit off with lightning speed and headed for the shower. \n\nI got dressed and took a look in the mirror. With almost any movement of my legs my chubby tits and ass jiggled, it was almost pornographic. I went into the bathroom to ask him if my ass looked fat and caught a glimpse of him washing his rock solid cock. He told me my ass did indeed look perfectly fat and he would be done in a minute.\n\nWe drove to the party, he made sure to hit as many bumps as possible while watching my tits bounce around in my jumper until we finally arrived. I pulled the collar out of my purse and handed it to him. He fit it around my neck, the perfect amount of tightness to make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He gave me the rope and told me not to go anywhere while he got out of the car and came around to my side. He opened my door and I handed him back the rope while he led me out of the car. \n\nHe led me into the hall, everyone was waiting for us as we entered to a chorus of happy birthdays and then whistles from all of our friends. He waved and I blew kisses to the crowd. \n\nThere were about 25 people, men and women, our entire group of friends. He didn’t realize it was a surprise party since we had told him when and where it was. \n\n“Why are there a bunch of chairs pointed at the little stage?” He whispered in my ear and the only thing I said back was “you’ll see in a minute, daddy”\n\nMy best friend, Rachel, took the stage and called for everyone to take their seats, and for Jake to come to the stage and “bring your slut too!”. The crowd laughed. We all knew what was coming, except for Jake of course. I could feel dozens of eyes on my ass as I was escorted to the stage by Jake and I was exploding with excitement. I had been nervous about this moment ever since I had decided on it and got the blessings of all of the attendees. Rachel handed Jake a glass of whiskey, she told him it was his favorite, Balvenie, and directed him to a chair. “Sluts don’t get chairs, they kneel” she announced to the crowd while pointing to the floor in front of him.\n\nJake’s eyes were full of surprise as Rachel straddled his lap and pulled her shirt up, pulling Jake’s face into her tits. She pulled his head out of her cleavage and told him happy birthday and gave him a kiss on the cheek as the crowd cheered her on. She stood up a bit and started undoing his belt, this the button on his pants and finally the zipper. She gave him another kiss and whispered “Enjoy” into his ear before dismounting him and leaving the stage to take her seat.\n\n“Happy birthday Jake” I said seductively. “Now lets give them a show”. I winked and pulled his throbbing cock from his pants. The ladies whistled for him and his face was flush. I gave his cock a lick all the way from the base to the tip. Jake was still being a little shy when I engulfed the head of his cock with my mouth, although I heard a slight moan before you whispered “I fucking love you babe”\n\nThat’s when I started going to work on his perfectly hard dick. I forgot anyone was watching and let my love of sucking dick wash over me. I have no idea how long I was doing it. I worked my mouth up and down him, looking directly into his eyes on occasion. He had the biggest smile on his face, and it made me so excited to see that he was enjoying it.\n\nI came up for air for a bit to stroke his shining, salvia drenched dick, and whispered to him to fuck my throat. His hand firmly latched onto the back of my head and he pushed as he easily entered my tight throat. He releases pressure so I could come up and then quickly forced me back down, repeatedly filling my tight little throat.\n\nEventually he said “I’m going to cum on your gorgeous face” and i mumbled “please daddy” with him in my mouth as he pulled my up by my hair and i felt the first spurt go into my mouth. The rest drenched my face, much more than usual. I sat back on my knees, and remembered where I was, a crowd of people looking at me with cum all over my face and my make up fucked up. A mix of cum and saliva on my jumper and a wet spot between my legs. I hadn’t thought about this, and we still have a few hours of partying to do. \n\nRachel ran up and told me to smile and took a picture of me, cummy face and bloodshot eyes and all to send to Jake. “Don’t worry hun, I bought you some spare clothes” and she winked at me and went over to Jake. She kissed his cheek and said “nice job you fucking stud” before patting his waning hard on on its head. \n\n“Happy birthday daddy” I said with a devilish smile, and he replied with “you are just a dream come true, darling”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You just got this epic new sextoy. Least that's what you thought it was, until the golem showed demanding the return of it's missing organ.
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"content": " \n\nI could barely contain my excitement as I slid my key into the lock of my apartment. Thoughts of what tonight was going to be like hadn’t stopped running through my mind, ever since package excepted dinged on my phone. Hopefully, Brad hadn’t opened it, I didn’t need his side long glances this evening.\n\nThe place was dark and still, Brad must have gone to work. My package sat on the counter unmolested. I swooped it up, a tingle of excitement ran through my body. Practically skipping to my room, I locked the door behind me… just in case. Placing the brown unmarked box on my bed I turned on some mood music as I stripped off my clothes. The box had been taped *really* well, and I struggled to open it. Ripping the tape free, half the box coming with it… my new toy flopped on my pink and white comforter.\n\nIt was disappointing, it was not what I had ordered at all. Where were the sparkles and why wasn’t it pink? Picking up the limp gray dildo, I was determined to get off tonight. It had a weird attachment at the base, I had an awful feeling that I had gotten someone’s strap on by mistake. But hadn’t I seen one on the website? That some of the new strap-on’s got hard when played with? Yes… yes I did, it was some knew feature they were bringing out. My excitement piqued, this was an adventure, a sexy adventure.\n\nBringing it to my mouth, I gently licked the tip eliciting a twitch from it. A shock of arousal raced from my crotch to my nipples as I began to suck more greedily. It started to grow, nearly tripling in size making it hard to work my mouth around it. Running my tongue up the hard-gray shaft, I played with my nipples forcing myself to take it slow. Moving my fingers down my body as I gently rubbed the head on the roof of my mouth, the sounds of my sucking threatening to out tempo the music.\n\nI felt the sticky wetness of my excitement as I spread my womanly lips, touching ever so gently my clit. I wanted it inside me so bad the thought of it almost making me cum. But it was big, bigger than I was used to, but I had time, I had all night if I wanted. Slowly I moved two fingers deep inside me, I caressed and stretched myself preparing for this massive cock. I increased my tempo nearly gagging myself in my excitement. “Fuck it” I said as I pulled it away from my eager mouth. Spit wet, it twitched and throbbed as I rubbed it along my nipples.\n\nMoving it down and rubbing its head across my opening, wetting the tip. I grasped it with my two hands working it in. Just the head at first, in and out…in and out. Moaning with pleasure moving it deeper, feeling its hard ridges and veiny texture pulsating within me. I wandered briefly if it could cum, and what it would taste like? But it was deep inside me now and I wasn’t going to stop for anything.\n\nRhythmically I moved it, in and out…in and out, rocking my hips wanting everything it could give. It filled me and I wanted more. I wanted to come, to scream to the world of this new glorious invention. It was so deep, I only had the clasp at the end to hold onto, leaving one hand free. Slowly I moved my free hand up, pinching my nipple and rolling it between my thumb and finger, pulling it ever so slightly. I could feel myself tightening, it was almost to much, it was so *BIG*. I tensed as euphoria rolled over me, causing me to cry out in a deep and guttural moan.\n\nI could hear commotion outside my door. Brad must be home, he sounded drunk like he was tripping over things. I moved my finger down to my clit and rubbed furiously, shoving the dildo hard and fast into me, wanting to come again and not caring who heard. Arching my back, the orgasm rolled over me, screaming out in silence not able to breathe from so much pleasure.\n\nSomeone was banging on my bedroom door. “STOP, Ashley stop… fuck sake, stop right now!” said Brad. He sounded winded, and my door creaked from his pounding.\n\n“FUCK YOU BRAD!” I yelled out in gasping breaths. Laying there attempting to ignore him as the after shocks ran through me. He continued pounding on the door demanding that I stop what I was doing and open the door. Why couldn’t he let me cum in peace?\n\nGiving up I gently removed the dildo, it glistened from my wetness. I could hear Brad grown from behind the door. I held it throbbing in my hands as if it were begging for more. I kissed it on the head, tasting my sweetness, whispering to it that we would have more fun later… after I dealt with Brad. He continued to pound on the door yelling at me to open it. Fine if he wants it open, I’ll open it, maybe he’ll get the hint that if it’s a rocking don’t POUND ON THE FING DOOR. \n\nI flung the door open cradling the still hard dildo between my breasts unashamed of what I was doing. Brads tall muscular gray golem body leaned heavily on the door frame; he was panting heavily like he had just ran a marathon. He looked at me with bare restraint. “That’s my dick,” he said between breaths.\n\nI looked down at my new toy, still hard and throbbing between my breasts, its tip tickling my chin, then back up to him. He bit his lip as the door frame creaked. I didn’t want to give up my new toy! Never looking away from him I brought my new toy up to my mouth. “It’s not your dick, it’s my new toy,” and I kissed it ever so gently. Brad let out a loud moan as he came, his cum filling my face, dripping and running down my breasts. It tasted like freshly cut grass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a bit of fun, you decide to prank your girlfriend by turning yourself into a pair of panties. You realise you may have the wrong birthday when her mother open the box.
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"content": "PART 1/2:\n\n&#x200B;\n\n“I still remember that day. How can I ever forget it? Everything started last year, in May. It was particularly sunny that day and I was walking down Weird Street. I rarely go to that part of the city, but I had to start looking for a birthday gift for Amalia, my girlfriend. I know she likes to be surprised, and even though I’m not fond of witches and their trolls, I have to admit they are the best ones out there to flabbergast a loved one.\n\nSo that’s what brought me to Weird Street. I was walking around, thoughtfully looking for ideas. The place was empty, except for the usual customers that were easily recognizable by their long cloaks and their dark hoods, I wondered how they could wear those clothes under such a radiant sun. After a while wandering, when I thought it was time to go home and look somewhere else, this girl went out of that shop. She was tall, thin, blonde, and shining more than the orb in the sky. She was probably hotter than it too. I kept watching her until she was too far, and when I turned back my face almost hit a pole with a colorful poster flying next to it.\n\n“TRANSMOGRIFICATION: THIS NEW ELIXIR WILL TURN YOU INTO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOR 12 HOURS”\n\nEven if transmogrification isn’t new, it gave me interesting ideas for Amalia. At first I thought about gifting her a present she wouldn’t like, which would then transform back 12 hours later into the most beautiful jewel she would have ever seen. Suddenly the image of that girl came back to my mind, and to be honest, it was mostly her beasts I remember. Just thinking about them was enough to turn me on, and that’s when I made the stupidest decision of my life. I decided I would transform into a pair of panties.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt first, panties sounded fun. I planned to put myself, transformed into the cutest panties, inside a box that I would leave next the Amalia’s bed the morning of her birthday. That way she would put me on, and I could spend the day playing with her, moving slightly to force her to put me back in place, tightening from time to time. I imagined all that movement under her pants would feel just like if something was rubbing her vagina constantly, without her being able to stop it. And that’s without describing the pleasure this could bring me too.\n\nSo I went for it. I bought this elixir and looked for panties she would like to wear. I found one, it was of a pretty light blue, and I knew how well it would suit her, or more like how well I would suit her.\n\nEverything started to go wrong when Mathilde and her husband, Amalia’s parents, came to the city to visit their daughter for a few days. They OBVIOUSLY had to stay at our place because they know I don’t like them, and pissing me off is their favorite hobby. So here I was, cooking for them twice a day, having to pretend I was happy they were there, even though it felt like worse than hell. The hardest part was that they were sleeping in the room next to ours, and walls are thin. Their daughter being there meant they couldn’t do anything, but that also meant I couldn’t do anything with Amalia, and you have no idea how difficult it is to resist her, especially as she carefully and completely undresses before going to bed. Her birthday was in a couple of days, and I couldn’t wait for her to unbox my gift.\n\nWhen the day finally came, I made sure to wake up earlier than usual to sneak out of the bedroom. I grabbed a small magic box (you know, the ones that close and wrap themselves once you put the present inside), I put it on the floor next to the table, put my feet into it, and I drank the whole potion at once. The taste was terrible, but that was far from being the worst part of my day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man runs into his old babysitter. After talking with her for a bit, they start feeling some sexual tension that they need to take care of immediately.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains MF, stammering and boob fetishism in a mild form.\n\n\"Hey, Margaret? That is you! It has been so long!\" Gary exclaimed as he spotted the aged woman in the park. She was reading a magazine of \"Garden Governance\" for her own leisure and hadn't spotted him first.\n\nA glance from her magazine looked for the face the familiar voice belonged to. \"...Gary?\" She now placed the magazine down and got up. \"Wow, you have grown.\"\n\nGary let out a nervous giggle. \"I sure have. You've grown younger still, though.\" A compliment, much like the ones he said when he was ways younger, when he was still in need of a babysitter. A compliment which after all these years turned Margaret bashful. \"Oh, stop it you womanizer. What are you doing in the park, anyways. Shouldn't you be working at this kind of hour?\"\n\nBy now, Gary sat down next to Margaret and relaxed in the shade. \"Nope. I took the day off. It is sunny, and windy, and the perfect day to just enjoy life. And you? Who's your project this time?\"\n\nMargaret let out a laugh that felt nostalgic. Gary had been one of the first to realize that she didn't just watch the kids she babysat. She often taught them hobbies they would find useful. Gary himself had learned pottery and origami, and yes, this \"project\", as he called it once he realized what she was teaching him, was no different. She gestured to the swing. \"Barry's the name. Energetic little rascal. He doesn't realize it yet, but by the end of the year, he'll be so good at crocheting that his mother will be envious.\"\n\nGary smiled. \"Knowing her, she probably is already envious of you.\" In response to Margaret's raised eyebrow he explained. \"She'd probably love to swap places with you. She'd get to raise her kid, spend time like this, and have... you know.\"\n\nShe looked at Gary in confusion. \"Have what?\"\n\n\"You know, she'd have ^^bigger... \" The rest of his sentence trailed off into the incomprehensible.\n\n\"She'd have what? You need to speak up or this old lady won't understand you, you know?\" Margaret said in a tone similarily to her time as his babysitter.\n\n\"She would have bigger, you know. God, this is awkward to say. You know, more of these.\" He said, gesturing at his own chest.\n\nFinally, Margaret understood what he was trying to say. \"Oh... You really think they are bigger?\"\n\nGary nodded enthusiastically. \"Yeah, absolutely. Margaret, your's are, like, the biggest the town knows. I know of several people who have gotten a serious crush on - well, you know.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Margaret sighed. \"I didn't get asked out in a while, especially not because of my boobs.\" Gary winced at the word. \"Are you sure you aren't lying?\"\n\n\"No! I swear I tell the truth. I even had to talk some sense into some of my classmates recently because they wanted to take a shot at you.\"\n\n\"Oh, you talked some sense into them? Why that?\"\n\n\"Well, I, uh...\"\n\nMargaret saw the embarassed man next to her, and blushed. \"Ah...\" \n\n---\n\nExactly thirteen minutes and fourty-fiveseconds later would be when Barry, having gone for an audacious stunt off the swing and having landed poorly, would be in tears crying for Margaret or his mommy. Someone from his class, a girl named Bianca, took to helping him, which would be a start of what looked to become a life-long friendship.\n\nOf course, Margaret didn't notice that, as she was inside the men's stalls, the doors closed shut and towering in a state of undress above Gary. A smile formed on her face, and she looked at the stammering adult before her, with a mixture of arousal, nervousness and wonder coating his expression.\n\n\"See, it's just an old woman's body. Nothing more.\"\n\nGary, if he had confidence in him, would have rejected. He would have said his thoughts that no, she was showing not a single blemish on her body, that her voluptious body was the envy of all, that she could have made a killing as a model. Instead, he stammered something far more embarassing: \"Y-you are p-pretty.\"\n\n\"Oh. But you aren't such a bad catch yourself, you know?\" Margaret leaned down, her breasts swaying down as her hand wandered to his crotch. There, at the blackened pants of his she found the zipper and after a quick brush on his crotch, she opened it. By now, Gary's cock was ready for action and jumped out of the opened pants.\n\n\"Going commando? You naughty boy. Didn't I tell you that it's going to chafe?\" Margaret sat down on his legs, her exposed, hairy entrance mere inches away from what it wanted. \"Give your babysitter a kiss, hmm?\"\n\nGary leaned in, and kissed a friendly peck on her lips. He held his eyes closed, and truth be told, his classmates back in his junior year hadn't been the only ones crushing on Margaret. He was a trembling mess, as his brain seemed to reward him for finally getting closer to Margaret.\n\nMargaret, however, wasn't close to be satisfied. \"No, Gary. You need to kiss right. Come here, and open wide.\" She led his head and leaned in for a wet, french kiss. Her tongue wrestled with his, and when before his feelings was best described as \"fuzzy\", he was by now feeling like fireworks inside hsi minds. Almost instinctively, he began to grasp on the older woman, holding her close, pressing himself against her voluptious body.\n\nMargaret seperated the kiss, and turned around. Her back to him, she placed her crotch squarely at his. \"Come on, guide it in and get your prize. You want to do it, don't you? Gary? Don't you want to **fuck** me?\"\n\nHis body went on autopilot, guiding in his penis into her welcoming folds and pushing in. His movements were untrained, and he thrusts often when she tries to pull out. He hadn't felt like this before, and the warmth of her insides, the maddening pleasure from his dick, and the mental stimulus that it was Margaret riding him was making him go wild. \"God, I, ah! Fuck, this feels so good!\", he yelled out.\n\nGary was not going to be taught anytime soon, so Margaret had to take initiative and figure out the pace on her own. She waited until after he thrusted to move away, and pushed back only to get him back onto the seat. Slowly, the rhythm became enjoyable and the loud, hard slaps of his toned thighs against her bottom echoed loud enough that anyone coming by would have a good idea what was going on.\n\n\"Turn around!\" Gary exclaimed. \"Let me see them.\"\n\n\"See, ah, what?\" Margaret asked.\n\n\"Your, hah, you know, the...\"\n\nMargaret pushed down hard, ceasing his thrusts, and hilting him to the base. \"No, Gary. I don't know what you mean. And unless you say what you want to see I can't show you.\" Gently teasing as to not making him limp, yet not giving him any more pleasure in it, she urged him on. \"Come on, Gary. You can say it. Your babysitter doesn't mind if her project is a foulmouth. Just say it.\"\n\nGary was a quivering mess. \"Plese, let me- ah!\" He strained against her crotch, trying his hardest to thrust, though to no avail.\n\n\"Say boobs, Gary. Say you want to see my breasts. My melons. My 'milk jugs'. Or my bosom.\"\n\n\"I- I... I want your b-b-boobies, Margaret!\" He stammered out.\n\n\"Good boy.\" She said, pleasedly. She got up and turned around, leaving his wavering smile filled with he sight of her chest. He got to work on them, and kneaded, teased, sucked on them like there was no tomorrow. His crotch, abandoned entirely by his mind right now, was once again met by Margaret's own wet folds, who now took reigns herself.\n\n\"I love your breasts! I always did! Every night I masturbated, I thought of them, and of you!\" Gary blubbered out, his face weeping tears of joy. He hadn't felt this strong of emotions before, and the small part of his brain that was still rational became worried he'd not come back from this.\n\n\"Yes, compliment me more! Make your mommy squeal!\" She encouraged him, her body by now sweaty and aching from the effort, and aching for more.\n\nBy now, Gary had begun burying his face in between her mammaries, clutching her body as he rode on for dear life. Besides his childish and mindless wails of \"I love you!\", he couldn't vocalize much more. Not to say that Margaret fared better, holding him equally close to her chest and grinding her hips to somehow get him in deeper.\n\n\"I, I - Gary, I'm about to cum! I- Ah, ah! Yes!\" She felt the throes of climax wash over her, a feeling multiplied as she saw him thrust in and felt him coat her insides in his babymaker batter.\n\n---\n\nRoughly thirty minutes of cleanup later, the two exited the stalls discreetly and went back to the park. There, Barry - as well as his new friend Bianca - were waiting.\n\n\"Where were you? You were just gone! I did this really big jump, you should have seen it!\"\n\n\"Sorry, I met an old friend, and lost track of time.\" Margaret said, embarassed.\n\n\"Man, whenever I tell that to my mom, she doesn't believe me.\" Barry said. \"Anyways, this is Bianca. She got me a bandage since you -\" He looked away demonstrably, \"were not here.\"\n\n\"Oh goodness gracious. I hope nothing too bad happened. Hello, Bianca. I am Margaret, Barry's babysitter. It is nice to meet you.\"\n\n\"Hi.\" Bianca said. \"So, can I play with Barry? There is this see-saw that needs two people.\"\n\n\"Sure. Go on ahead. And don't worry, I won't leave again anytime soon, so if there is something, I'll come.\"\n\n\"Okay. Bye!\" Bianca said, and dragging her new friend along, took Barry to the see-saw, leaving Margaret and Gary behind.\n\nMargaret looked at him. \"What do you think? Cooking? I think I will teach her cooking.\"\n\n\"Cooking is nice. Maybe acrobatics?\" Gary replied.\n\n\"Aw, don't kid yourself. She's gonna be heads over heels for him anyways. That's not acrobatics.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Celebrating their anniversary, a wife steps out of the bedroom in a new bra and panty set to surprise her husband. What she finds is him bound to a chair by a couple of thugs claiming he owes them money. Seeing her, the thugs decide there may be another way to settle the debt.
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"content": "One of the thugs happens to be a part-time fashion designer and recognizes the underwear.\n\nThe wife steps back into the bathroom, changes her clothes, and gives the thugs her panties and bra, which she bought, on sale, using the money she found under the couch.\n\nCoincidentally, it just so happened to be the exact same amount that her husband owed the thugs.\n\nWith the underwear being both *very* rare and in perfect condition, the resale value should be more than what she paid for.\n\nThe thugs untie her husband and thank her for the bra and panties...\n\n...\n\n...and then they all *FUCKED!* The End."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Aheaglock. It's a NERF gun, except when someone gets shot with it, they make a certain face and become very, very aroused.
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"content": "*In a certain top-secret research facility situated deep inside the Thar desert, India, there was research going into an aspect that would be considered very much taboo and \"lewd\".*\n\nThe Aheaglock. A portmanteau of the Japanese word *ahegao* and the Glock, a semiautomatic pistol, which was popular in many, many law enforcement agencies and armies alike as a reliable sidearm, even adapted into a model of a toy gun that shot foam bullets. Now what was *ahegao*? Many called it a kink, others called it \"degenerate\", but it's the name for a facial expression, an expression that displays absolute bliss, and loss of control, other words, it is, \"the facial expression a woman makes when she's cucked silly\".\n\nNow why this research? Well, the Company was the leading manufacturer of sexual implements like toys, lube and other apparel, but what the company was known for was the extreme efficacy of these products. The dildos would bring even a person with a monstrous libido to a quivering mess in a matter of minutes, and the lube would increase arousal to an extreme extent, to the point where partners couldn't resist one another. Now one could understand the reason for the secrecy, for anyone with such information, could go to the top of the sexual products industry.\n\nIn pure white lab coats, and gas masks, Asst. Researcher Beth was reporting to the Head Researcher, the results of the experimentation on a new breakthrough, one that could potentially make all competitors bankrupt. It was a certain serum, that contained genetically modified bacteria which would travel to the brain and trigger the areas that control facial expressions, love and arousal. The bacteria seemed to have no ill-effects, as they couldn't survive in the brain for long and would die due to the lack of nutrition. Their livespans could also be stretched by controlling the nutrient medium they were grown in.\n\nAs for the delivery mode, skin patches, needles and darts were suggested, but were denied due to being too \"unsexy\". In a brilliant stroke of genius, Asst. Researcher Carl suggested using NERF^(TM) darts a method of delivery of the serum. There could be minuscule pressure-release system at the tip that would release the serum as soon as it hit something. As for the effect times, they could be varied by changing the size of the dart. Besides, the NERF^(TM) darts wouldn't hurt a lot a lot, and they just needed to manufacture the darts, which was very inexpensive. The NERF^(TM) Glock was chosen as a suitable launcher, due to it's small size and ease-of-use, and customizability.\n\nAsst. Researcher Beth said, \"Sir, the serum has passed trials with Monkeys, Chimps, Mice and we are awaiting your approval to begin trials on Human subjects. The serum appears to be highly effective in inducing a temporary euphoric, orgasmic state that does not fall off on repeated use.\" In other words, the body wouldn't develop a resistance, leading to the constant state of arousal at every use. But the Head Researcher already knew all this. He said, \"Your team claimed that it had introduced another feature as a sort of \"easter egg\", I presume. Please describe it to me.\". \"Uh oh\", thought Beth as she stammered out, \"S-Sir it was Asst. Researcher Jack who suggested the feature.\". Everyone knew Jack to be a hentai lover. He would always talk about Hentai at lunch and at every opportunity he got. Besides, he was also responsible for the art on multiple products that made them popular worldwide. The Head Researcher was silent and requested her to continue. Beth said, \"Jack made edits that also caused the bacterium to stimulate the facial nerves to create this *ahegao* face\". The Head Researcher smiled and said, \"Authorization for Human trials granted. I will assign some testing personnel immediately.\". As Beth got up to walk away, the Head Researcher said, \"That feature by Jack, test that one too.\". Nodding, Beth walked away, slightly intrigued at the Head Researcher's final request.\n\n\\--TO BE CONTINUED--"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] With dueling being seen as barbaric, the nobility turn to more traditional means of getting satisfaction: naked wrestling
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"content": "CW: forced orgasms, dub-con hand-on-penis, mouth-on-penis, and fingers-on-anus/prostrate sex\n\nCA: puns, vaguely roman/naval setting\n\n\"I demand your satisfaction!\" The chballenge had been issued, and the two men would \"fight\" the next day.\n\nAfter many years of war, there were too few men left in the navy for the headstrong young men to be permitted to squander their lives dueling over petty disputes. There also were too few women left in the navy for the men who preferred women to be properly, erm, satisfied. Disputes were common among unsatisfied men. The captain of this particular vessel had decreed that all fights would be done as naked wrestling, and would continue until either one party climaxed or someone gave up. The show tomorrow wasn't the first duel since the new rule, but it might be the first one to last past a pin. Most folks gave up as their opponent was reaching for their member. These two men were particularly headstrong though. I guess we'd all find out tomorrow if they're also *head*\\-strong.\n\nCyrus and Arrius stepped into the makeshift ring, naked as the day they were born. \"You have it cumming\" Cyrus taunted. \"The only climax in this event is gonna be yours\" Arrius jeered in response. A spear was stamped hard on the ground one, two, three times. The match began. After a few traded blows, Arrius dove for Cyrus's knees, tackling him to the ground. Turning and kneeling with his legs on either side of Cyrus's chest to keep him from using his arms, Arrius reached forward with one hand to grip Cyrus's formidable shaft. A few spectators traded glances, and at least one sailor reached out his palm to another, indicated that a bet had been won and lost. It seems that some folks expected Cyrus to be the one on top, and that many were surprised he hadn't tapped out.\n\nCyrus wasn't out of it yet. After rocking his hips to dislodge Arrius had proved futile, he worked a hand free from where his opponents knee had pinned it to his side. Gasps were audible in the audience as he brought his fingers not to his opponent, but to his own mouth. Arrius was still pumping away with one hand as his eyes widened; Cyrus's hand had escaped but instead of trying to free himself from being pinned, he was slowly circling his opponent's puckered ring. Cyrus's index finger teased Arrius's sphincter in slow circles, a sharp contrast to the quick and strong strokes Arrius was inflicting on Cyrus's phallus. \"For the love of Jupiter, slicken it up a little,\" Cyrus shouted. While he was bound to win if Arrius kept going without lubrication, he was also bound to end up with a friction burn on his dick. He had plans to coax a sympathy fuck out of one of the few women on board after the duel. Sympathy for losing if he lost, and sympathy for being unsatisfied if he won.\n\nA rag, dampened with olive oil, was tossed into the ring. Taking the rag, Arrius greased Cyrus's shaft before continuing. This time though, he slowed down. If he wanted to win this, he needed to figure out how Cyrus liked to be touched. He tried to focus, but his attention kept drifting to Cyrus's finger as it traced a lazy spiral on his cheeks coming closer and closer to his opening. Cyrus smiled. He could tell by the interruption to Arrius's rhythm that it was working, which meant it was time to escalate. Cyrus licked his finger one more time before slowly pressing it against Arrius's entrance. The whimper from Arrius was all the indication he needed to confirm that he was on the right track. That Arrius had completely forgotten to keep touching him was a fun bonus. Slipping his other hand free, Cyrus began to softly caress Arrius's back. \"That's a good man. You're doing great. This is going to feel so good\" he murmured, unsure if Arrius could make out the words.\n\nHe pushed at Arrius's pleasure spot like he was sliding a coin on a counter. He'd made the same motion many times before while considering whether to purchase an additional measure of wine at a [popina](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popina). *To buy?* Arrius gasped as Cyrus's finger brushed forwards. *Or not to buy?* Arrius Whimpered as the finger retreated. \"Oh?\" Cyrus said, intrigued, \"Would you miss this finger if it left?\" He pulled his finger back until just the tip was inside, eliciting a series of plaintive noises from Arrius, and then withdrew completely.\n\nThe crowd stood in awed silence, and the captain smiled. This was exactly what she had hoped for when she enacted this rule. Yet... This had gone far enough for today. Her quarreling sailors had become oblivious to both the crowd around them and the quarrel that had brought them to this point. \"Arrius, do you yield?\" Her voice rang out. Arrius blinked. There was no longer a finger inside him. His captain was asking if he yielded. There was a crowd. A crowd watching. \"Ye-Yes. I yield,\" Arrius said loudly, before turning to Cyrus in a quieter voice, \"could we finish settling our disputes in private? I'm a bit shy of the crowd.\" \"Of course Arrius, but I expect us both to lose before either of us sleeps\" Cyrus replied with a wink.\n\nThe captain smiled as the two sailors walked out of the ring and towards their sleeping quarters. \"Well, what are the rest of you waiting for, get to work!\" she shouted, \"We still have a ship to sail.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The teacher asks us to read eachothers poems
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"content": "*I stand on stage before an auditorium full of students parents.*\n\n*Kneeing on either side of me are six other St Joseph high school girls my age*. \n\n*Wearing my navy blue blazer, grey skirt and white shirt they wait with excited anticipation*.\n\n*Reading my own poem as a dare, we all know I will get suspended once I finish it*.\n\n&nbsp;\n\n\n\"I orgasmed when he took my vagina\"\n\n\"I smiled when he kept my ripped skirt\"\n\n\"I shuddered when his butterfly knife cut my thigh\"\n \n\"I came when he penetrated me anally until it hurt\"\n\n\"I screamed when his teeth stole a piece of my neck\"\n\n\"I got wet when his mouth thieved a kiss\"\n\n\"I cried when his hands robbed the breath from my lungs\"\n\n\"I greyed out in pure masochistic sexual bliss\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College professor purposely fails one of her smartest but shiest students so she can offer him a good time in exchange for the grades he should be getting.
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"content": "\"Hey, Marie. You wanted to talk about your teacher, Professor Smith?\"\n\n\"Yes, she told me she gave me a bad grade on purpose, even though I did well.\"\n\nThe campus police lady sits back. \"so why did you come to me?\"\n\n\"she said I had to have sex with her to get a good grade,\" Marie mumbles. \n\nThe police officer's eyebrows go up. \"Uh huh. Do you have any proof? you know I'd love to chase this down, but without proof it's your word against hers.\"\n\nMarie's face darkens briefly, then she picks up her phone off the desk between them. \"Yes I do, I recorded the conversation. it's legal here,\"\n\npolice lady motions to continue.\n\nMarie plays the recording, and police lady's eyebrows nearly disappear into her hairline. \"all right, I guess you weren't kidding, she really did say that to you. I really didn't expect that from a woman.\"\n\nMarie stares at her incredulously. \"why would that have anything to do with it? she's my professor and I need this grade to graduate!\" Marie briefly looks furious before schooling her features and breathing herself to calmness. \"I did well in this class, why is she doing this? she's cute, she's not that much older than me, if she weren't my professor maybe I would kiss her or something but this isn't right I don't have to --\"\n\n\"Yes, dear, of course. chill out, the police are on this. she'll get what's coming to her.\"\n\n\"no, wait, I just wanted her to -- change my grades back -- please don't do anything that would make her hurt me?\"\n\npolice lady stares at Marie. \"do you want me to do anything or not?\"\n\n\"just warn her this isn't okay and to change my grades back?\" Marie is starting to have trouble hiding her emotions.\n\n\"Look, I'm not sure you're talking to the right person. If you don't want me to arrest her over that rather high quality evidence you just shared with me, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. Maybe go talk to someone who can actually punish her.\"\n\n\"I DON'T WANT TO PUNISH--\" Marie nearly shouts. \" Okay. fine. I'll find someone else to talk to.\" She gets up to leave.\n\n\"How ELSE are you going to get her to do anything?\" the lady asks, throwing her legs up on the table.\n\nMarie storms out of the room, frustrated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mysterious app seems to show people in lewd situations whenever you take their photo with it. Strangely, these pictures always come true...
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"content": "CW: NONCON. mind/body control. dubcon around photo use. A little casual misogyny. Mild profanity. mentions a variety of kinks in the spoiler at the end. \n\n\neditorial notes: I write in a nonsensical mix of past and present tense. I also use commas excessively. Apologies. \n\n\nJames leans in, snorts and smirks, \"that's a good one. Where'd you find the deepfake filter?\" \n\"It get's better,\" I respond, tapping on the image. The picture of Jame's girlfriend animates. She lays down on the floor and one limb at a time reaches out slowly as her body stretches itself into a spread-eagle position. \"They don't have the eyes right,\" James mutters. Sara's eyes are glitching a little, moving rapidly from side to side. \"Maybe they'll fix that in the next patch\" I respond, \"but more likely they'll just charge extra for it\". James and I both eyeroll at that one. DeepFil, apparently short for \"Deeper Filter\", was still in closed beta and still had almost all of the features locked behind a combination of paywalls and grayed out \"Coming Soon\" banners. \"Eagle\" had just shown up as a filter earlier today. \n\n\nI had been hesitant to use a picture of Sarah, but James insisted. He wanted to see how realistic it was, and Sarah would send him nudes when he was traveling for work, so he had some data points to compare to. The picture I started with was benign enough. Just a picture of Sarah sitting on the floor on her yoga mat. We wanted the algorithms to be able to tell her body type, but uploading a nude to start from would have been going too far. \n\n\nThe results were incredible. The generated video panned around her, starting with a great up-skirt shot. \"Wow,\" James says clearly in awe, \"how that did it, I don't know, but that's a pretty damn close match.\" Panning clockwise, the background showed their fireplace, the hallway that led to their bedroom, and \"Wait. How did it get all that from one photo?\" I ask, suddenly very concerned. \"Eh. We have a Nest and had a 3d walk-through tour done by the realtor when we were thinking of moving back east,\" James was... less concerned about this than me \"it probably just took the geodata from where the image was located and plugged in the closest house it could find an interior for.\" *Wow*, I think, *Privacy really is dead*. Still, James was the computer geek not me, if he thought it wasn't worth worrying about.... I was probably just overreacting. James grinned at me with wide pupils, \"let's see what some of these other filters can add.\" I hand the phone to him, \"it's your grave if Sarah finds out.\" \n\n\n \n\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\[DEEPFILL Coming Soon!\\] \\[PHIL $2.99\\] \\[GARDEN $2.99\\] \\[TACO FACE $3.99\\] \\[SWAT TEAM $5.99 ~~$9.99~~\\] \n\n\nnotes to myself to remember what clever associations I made for each option are in the spoiler. Will try to return to this later this week and write out another filter, plus the protagonist+james finding out that this is real for Sarah. Feel free to comment with suggestions for filters. Bonus points for names with puns, and/or names that match the names of actual snap/insta filters. \n\n>!DEEPFILL = long hard fucking; PHIL = famous (in this world) pornstar plumber Phil joins the scene; GARDEN = Zuchinni + condom + PIV; TACO FACE = someone's face meets someone's vulva; SWAT TEAM = gangbang with spanking!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While burning the midnight oil you see a shadowy figure in your office hallway. Upon investigation you find an incredibly lonely ghost
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"content": "So this might not be as erotic as you were hoping for, but I have plans to expand it. This is more or less the intro. If you like it, you can find this part and any future parts on my profile. Enjoy.\n\n\n*The Ethereal Bond*\n\n\"Fuckin' 'ell\" sighed James. It was already 3 a.m. for the 3rd night in a row. The cool air of the Autumnal night rolled through the open window. The full moon beamed through the window frame and illuminated the otherwise dark study. In the study stood a sturdy desk. It was littered with papers, writing implements and books. James made an effort to put in order what was in front of him, but shortly gave up.\n\nBeing a writer wasn't easy. Although he already had a successful book that made him money, his alternative lifestyle still took its toll. The door to the study creaked open slightly, catching James' attention. He stared the door down as if it were likely to make a run for it.\n\n\"I'm fuckin' losin' it,\" he said to himself.\n\nFrom the crack of the door came the slightest blue glow. It was so faint that James knew it was just his tired eyes playing tricks.\n\n\"I see you there, there's no sense in hiding. You can come on out,\" he said mockingly to the door. To James' surprise, the door opened further and in came a translucent, blue-hued girl.\n\nJames stared in shock. He didn't actually think anyone would be there. In fact, he knew there was no one there. His sleep deprived mind was just playing tricks. Yes, he thought, it was simply a hallucination.\n\nJames humored his deletions. \"Why were you watching me?\" he asked the girl. The girl looked down nervously as if she couldn't think of an answer.\n\n\"I… I don't know. I was just…\" she stammered nervously. Her voice matched her appearance in a way. It was soft and timid. James' delusion began to become clearer. The girl had an aura about her. Her long hair matched her skin tone. She was white, stark white, with a bluish hue to her. Her features were soft, and she couldn't have been over 5'3\". Though she looked like a young woman, it was impossible to discern her actual age. Though the curves and features of her body were not obscured, they seemed impossible to truly comprehend.\n\nJames was becoming amused. He could perhaps use this for a story at a later date. He decided to test the lengths of his imagination.\n\n\"Come girl, what is your name?\" James commanded. The girl timidly stepped toward him.\n\n\"My n-name's Abigail, bu-ut people call me Abby,\" she said shyly, averting her eyes.\n\n\"Again, why are you watching me?\" James asked.\n\n\"I don't know,\" she replied, still uncomfortable.\n\n\"Why are you so nervous? You're supposed to be the ghost right?\" To this, Abigail did not respond.\n\nJames looked closer. She wore a white, flowing, dress-like garment. It was plain and ended about her knees. On her feet she wore knee high socks, also white, and no shoes. As he thought what to say next, his mind started to stray.\n\n\"If you're going to watch me, then I'll watch you. Pull down your top.\" It's not every day you hallucinate up a ghost girl, he thought, might as well check out some ethereal titties while I'm at it. \n\nShe blushed, her cool white cheeks turning a shade darker blue. \"You mean…\" she started, but she seemed to get the idea. She brought shaking hands up to the sleeves of her dress and pulled them down. Her modest chest covered by a lacey, almost ornate bra was exposed. She blushed harder as she stood there, waiting for his next command.\n\n\"Come closer, let me touch you,\" he told the girl. She hesitated for a moment, then got closer. Surely this will dispel the illusion, he thought. She waited, eyes closed tight, for James to reach out and grab her, but he didn't. \"Hold out your hand,\" he commanded.\n\nShe nervously extended her hand to him. James took his hand and put it in hers. It went through her. There was a bizarre sensation as if his hand just phased through a window pane. It was neither warm, nor cool, but both at the same time. James looked at Abigail in shock once more.\n\n\"You're real, aren't you?\" he asked in disbelief. She nodded her head yes. James was stunned. He then remembered his lewd request. \"Pull your dress up. I'm sorry, I didn't think you were real,\" he said apologetically. She nodded with thanks and covered her chest. \"Why did you do it anyway?\" James asked.\n\n\"Because I'm bound to you,\" she replied. He gave her a confused look, so she went on. \"Some time ago I was cursed to live in this house forever without anyone ever seeing me. I'm completely unnoticeable for most people. It was said that if anyone ever discovered me, I'd be bound eternally to that person. So even though it made me uncomfortable, I had to do it. I have to do anything you say.\"\n\nThey looked at each other and blushed. They both knew what the other was thinking by 'anything you say'.\n\n\"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was like that. I shouldn't have told you to do that,\" James said apologetically.\n\n\"No you're not,\" she said flatly. James was taken aback by this. \"I've been watching you for a long time. I know what sort of things you fantasize about.\" Her demeanor almost completely changed when she said that. James was really creeped out, but then her demeanor returned to that of a shy girl. \"But I get what it's like to be lonely. I haven't felt the warmth of a person in so long that I don't even remember it, so if you want to touch me go ahead, even if it's in an uncomfortable way.\"\n\nJames was stunned by this; he didn't know what to say. Abigail smiled at him as if she loved him. James put out his arms to pull her into a hug. As if reading his mind, she returned the outstretched arms. Their embrace was one of the strangest feelings he'd ever felt. It was like being submerged in a warm and icey bath at the same time.\n\n\"How old are you?\" James asked.\n\n\"I don't know. I don't remember how old I was before becoming a ghost, and I don't remember how long ago I became a ghost. The only thing I remember are the distant sensations of what it's like to be alive. I haven't felt warmth in a long time, so thank you. Besides, I don't think the law cares how old your ghost is, but if it makes you feel any better, I don't feel like a child.\"\n\nAbby laughed slightly and James blushed. She was getting more comfortable around him. It was true that the second he saw her his mind was creating dirty fantasies. She was so innocent looking. He always had a thing for the good girl type.\n\n\"Are you a virgin?\" asked James. Now he was the one who was nervous.\n\n\"I think so,\" she replied. \"I don't seem to recall the sensation of being with a man.\" James felt a little rush of excitement. She could be hundreds of years old and still wasn't taken. Abigail's bashful voice came back, \"I… I can read your aura,\" she said. \"I can tell you're thinking about me.\" She blushed again.\n\nNot that you need to read auras to tell what I'm thinking, James thought. It was disconcerting to him that she could read that off of him however.\n\n\"I can't read your mind,\" she added. \"I can read your feelings. I can read if you're angry or if you're happy. I can read if you're feeling lewd as well.\" She laughed again.\n\nJames was tired and confused and just a little bit freaked out. \"I'm going to go to bed and think on this. I'm not really sure what to make of it.\" He still wasn't sure whether or not he was just going insane.\n\n\"Ok. If your bed is lonely, all you need to do is say the word.\" She smiled at him as he stumbled toward his bedroom. He got undressed and laid down in bed. His mind reeled in confusion over what just happened, but sleep soon came to put his mind at ease."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] DC Universe
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"content": "I’ve got a handful. All characters 18+, of course.\n\n(1) “Sunbathing” -\n\nTaking advantage of some rest and recuperation time after a recent mission, an exhausted Supergirl takes up Starfire on an invitation: Find the warmest, sunniest beach they can, and spend a weekend sunbathing to recharge their powers... Of course, that’s not *all* they’ll be doing...\n\n(2) “A Different Sort of Journalism” -\n\nTired, bored, and working late at the Daily Planet, Lois Lane decides to entertain and distract herself for a while by writing something other than the newspaper column... Namely, a *very* descriptive account of her latest encounter with the Man of Steel...\n\n(3) “With Her Own Lasso” -\n\nProud and powerful, the Princess of the Amazons exercises great control and restraint in fulfilling her duties as a protector of mankind... But, even she needs to let loose every so often, and, when she does, her partner always knows just how tight she likes the knots and how much she enjoys not being in charge... The Lasso of Truth makes sure of that...\n\n(4) “A Long Night Beneath Wayne Manor” -\n\nIt wasn’t the first time she’d been there, and it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time it had been just them - the Cat and the Bat - and nobody else... And damned if they weren’t going to make good use of the privacy and wide-open space...\n\n(5) “Redheads” -\n\nSequestered in his tiny Bludhaven apartment, sidelined from his work, waiting on a broken arm to heal, Dick had, of course, expected visitors every so often; friends and coworkers checking up on him... He had expected Kori, and he had expected Barbara, he just hadn’t expected them *together*..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Tried my hand at a prompt with a kink unfamiliar to me
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"content": "Let me preface this by saying; I am far from an authority on \"what is or isn't good writing,\" so, please take all of this with a grain of salt. You have a creative idea, the story is there, but the imaginary is still a little fuzzy. The story is doing a little more “telling” rather than “showing.” So, it feels just a little disjointed, but I think you’re really close. I think some minor character development would help. Just a few lines to make us care about Becky as a character. She could also use some deeper displays emotion especially in those \"scary\" moments, it would make the story more dramatic and engaging. Kudos on the dynamic sentence structure and editing. I didn't notice any errors (personally, I suck at editing). I hope you didn’t find any of that discouraging, your writing has a lot of potential, and I hope you keep at it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Crowdsourced erotic lit for college class? Yes please! Your inputs + my writing = FUN
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"content": " Here's some of my prompts, might add more later\n\n1. A nobleman visits the home of one of his potential suitors. However, he ends up tricked and seduced by his bride-to-be's femboy twin brother.\n2. An ambitious mage somehow ended up the understudy of the world's simultaneously most beautiful and clumsiest witch. Another experiment gone wrong has left him the victim of a powerful lust spell.\n3. It was a tough decision, but the hero agreed. To save the realm, he submitted his body to a demon queen most pleased.\n4. A man finds his wife asleep, and decides to toy with her massive jugs after a hard day at work. Being a demon of lust and sloth, this sort of thing is right up her alley.\n5. Ever since that cute, twinky red-head was assigned as your mecha co-pilot; his plump tight ass and cute little bulge has been a constant distraction during missions.\n6. He was always the girly guy in the group, the long haired, wide eyed pretty boy. So why was it such a shock to the guys to see him rocking that sexy (nurse, witch, etc.) costume at the Halloween party?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] It'd meant to be a sweet fun gesture, but the way her eyes went wide and then her lips curled into a smirk, telling her that as it was her birthday, you'd do *anything* she says today, it may be a new experience for both of you!
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"content": "\"Thanks, Doug. That was lovely and thoughtful as always.\"\n\nDoug smiled. Emilia was always a sweetheart, and he made sure to get her something thoughtful and nice. No, not jewelry, and since she's not his GF, nothing gauche like sex toys or lingerie. Nope. This one is handmade. Took him a couple weekends in his workshop.\n\nEmy smiled as she turned toward Dough on the couch and folded her legs underneath her. \"It is my birthday, and I do have a birthday wish. And I want you to grant it.\"\n\nDoug chuckled, \"Your wish is my command.\"\n\nEmy pouted, \"but you haven't heard the wish yet!\"\n\n\"I trust you would have picked something reasonable.\"\n\nEmy started to look a bit flushed and embarrassed, \"Well, uh... \"\n\nDoug sensed a weird vibe from Emy, and he moved closer to offer support. \"Was it your boyfriend? Whatshisname... Seth? What did he do?\"\n\nEmy shrank back a bit, \"No that's not... Well, we did break up, but that... \"\n\n\"Why that no-good SOB! I'll go punch his lights out!\" Doug sprang up.\n\nEmy grabbed Doug by the waist, her hands (accidentally?) came to rest on his... junk.\n\nDoug froze.\n\nEmy did not move her hands way. She stood up and put her cheek on his back. Her hands did not move.\n\n\"Forget him. I have you.\"\n\nDoug could feel himself harden, and his heartbeat accelerate. And his mind... a confusing jumble of images... pleasure, pain...\n\n\"I want you.\"\n\nEmy's voice brought him back to the present. He's breathing hard, but not due to sexual excitement. He tried not to think about the actual reason, but it is lurking in the back of his mind...\n\nDoug disentangled Emy's hands from his crotch, turned around, and held Emy, looking down at her face. It was then he noticed she wore perfume today... and no bra, because he can feel her taut nipples pushing against him.\n\n\"Are you sure, Emy?\"\n\n\"I am certain. I want you to make love to me. No, to fuck me. Fuck me hard.\"\n\nHe can feel her hands on his buttocks... and squeezing. He blinked away the images that sensation brought back...\n\nHe gently removed her hands. \"You know my rules.\"\n\n\"Yes, I've heard you mention it to other girls plenty of times.\"\n\n\"And yet you want this.\"\n\n\"It is my birthday wish. I trust you would be... considerate with me.\"\n\nDoug took one deep breath, \"Very well.\" He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he looks... colder? More menacing? More in control?\n\n\"Emilia, take off all your clothes now.\"\n\nEmy had seen this transformation before, from regular Doug to \"Master Douglas\", but this is the first time she had seen it up close. Even his voice is lower, more... commanding. She quickly obeyed, without putting on a show like she originally planned.\n\n\"For the duration of this scene, you will only speak when spoken to. Your 'slow down' safeword is 'yellow'. Your 'stop everything' safeword is 'red'. Do you understand everything I have said? Answer in full sentences.\"\n\n\"I understand. Slow down is yellow. Stop is red. Only speak when spoken to. How do I address you, sir?\"\n\nMaster Douglas gave a silent chuckle, as Emy clearly had been reading some BDSM romance, \"For this scene, just 'sir' will be fine. I will not do pain or degradation tonight. Are you ticklish?\"\n\n\"Maybe a little, sir?\"\n\n\"We will find out. Lay down on the bed, and assume the cross position, face up.\"\n\nEmilia did so, and watched intently as Douglas fastened her wrists to hidden leather cuffs near the headboard.\n\nThen Douglas surprised her by tying her ankles together. She was wondering how will she be fucked with her ankles like that when she realized he had secured a rope to her ankles and she's bent in half with her ankles near the headboard. Another rope was added to her thighs to the ends of the bed so she cannot even shift sideways.\n\n\"Are you comfortable, Emilia? Can you hold this position?\"\n\nShe considered her predicament. She's not used to her ankles so high, but the rope does support some of the weight, and the bed is holding her weight. And she imagined Douglas' weight on her legs, pushing her down... \n\n\"I am okay, sir.\"\n\n\"Will you take a blindfold? Or do you prefer to see what's going on?\"\n\n\"I.... I would like the blindfold, sir.\"\n\nHe placed the heavy-duty blindfold on her, and it securely covered her eyes. Not a gap remained, even near her nose.\n\n\"Are you ready?\"\n\n\"I am ready, sir.\"\n\n\"Very well... Let's begin.\"\n\nFirst came the gentle touch of his lips on hers. She kissed him back fervently, and when his tongue teased her, she replied in kind. But when she raised her head, he retreated. Soon she learned the lesson, just rest there, and let him do what he wanted, for he brought pleasure. She can feel herself getting wetter, and she started moaning.\n\nShe heard him chuckle. His kisses soon moved south, and his hands explored her ears, her chin, her throat, from a soft back-of-knuckle caress to a quick pinch, he played with her head, her chest, her nipples, her arms. The slow trace from her wrist to her armpit with a finger send shivers up her spine, and when it ended with a hot kiss and suckling of her nipples, she nearly climaxed right there. He is almost perfectly reading her body language, enticing her to want more, soothing her down when she gets close. She had heard of edging in her romance novels, but never like this...\n\nThen his hands reached her waist and her belly button, and she giggled. His hands paused, but only for a moment, Then they dug mercilessly into her sides and started tickling her. All her breath escaped in a large whoosh, and she started laughing uncontrollably. And he was relentless.. she couldn't take a single breath, as she was stimulated like never before... she was saving her breath to scream yellow when the hands suddenly stopped.\n\n\"Emilia, are you all right?\"\n\n\"Huh... huh... give.... give me... a.... minute...\"\n\nThe hand reappeared at her waist, but it was a soft caress, that moved down to her buttocks, then up to the back of her knees, then all the way up to her ankles... then became a single finger on each leg, tracing back down, to the knees, and to her core.\n\nShe can feel her core getting warmer... and wetter. The hands repeated the trip three times, and by the third time, she was moaning, anticipating the pleasure to come.\n\nThen she felt his kiss at her core. His tongue explored her nether lips, even touched that area between her core and her backdoor.\n\nThen his hands spread her knees apart, and his tongue touched her clit, and she saw stars.\n\n(continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tradition dictated that female acolytes had to make themselves available for the pleasure of male worshipers. Oddly enough, it was the acolytes themselves who best supported this rule.
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"content": "Throughout the service they would walk up to the worshippers and tease them. Whether it was grabbing there bulge or playing with the other female acolytes in front of them, they couldn’t stop teasing and messing with the worshipers. Sometimes, they would strip to their underwear mid-worship and begin to have sex with each-other and make all of the worshipers watch. During communion, worshipers are bread, drank wine, and group fucked the acolytes. From the start until the end, the girls would line up in different sex positions and get fuck by the worshipers. The acolytes tried to stay quiet but the men made a goal of trying to make them moan very load. The only problem was cumming on the acolytes in church was not allowed. So after the service, the acolytes would take all their clothes off and get cummed on by all the men as they exited and eaten out by all the women."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Sleeping with the boss
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"content": "This was a really good take on the premise. I feel like we get a good deal of inside into Adrianne's personality and her attraction to Jack. The intimate contact with her lets us share in her arousal and follow along with her every emotional beat, as she searches for what the situation may be and what her response ought to look like. The plot, as you've designed it, captures a lot of the sexy aspects of the situation, and you've situated them in a very believable and well fleshed out milieu. The situation evolves into a rather hot little dominant / submissive sort of thing, and I think that it works well.The real meat of the story is the anticipation, but the sex is also well handled. This was an erotic story with a nicely executed through line. Thanks for responding to the prompt!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A college goth gal is in a study group with a meek mousy girl. They both have feelings for the goth’s Ex Gf, but are too proud/shy to admit. Luckily, said Ex isn’t oblivious and has an obvious solution.
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"content": "It was 10 after 9, the other girls had left, leaving just Maria and Bella. \"So... Uh... Thanks for the pizza\" Maria offered, though Bella simply replied with a thumbs up and kept tapping away on her Switch. Both sat there, both done with homework, but their rides were an hour away, Shelly then entered.\n\n\"That slutty bitch is here, in her trashy get up... So.... Revealing, it shows off so much, her perfect ass, that pussy... I still remember that... Taste...\" Maria's drifted off to smuttier places by the second, all Bella's could muster was a staticy nothing. Shelly plopped down next to them, her barely contained D breast bouncing.\n\n\"How are you, skank?\", Shelly asked her typical preppy bitch way. \n\n\"Who are you calling skank?\", Maria rebutted\n\n\"You. Anyways, I didn't know you were into pastel girls.\", Bella looked up\n\n\"I'm not on a date!\"\n\n\"Ohh! So your just getting dinner before you eat her pussy out and dump her on the street somewhere?\" Bella and Maria had bright red faces.\n\n\"I mean, I can't blame you. Look at that face! I want to put her in my pocketbook, take her home with me.\" Maria looked on flustered, she knew Shelly was queen of catty bitchery, but this was something. She looked to the girl next her, who was cherry red and quietly stuttering, rapping her arm around the poor girl to reassure her.\n\nShelly picked up a slice of pizza and looks it over. \"Pineapple and thick crust, still no taste in pizza, oh well, I got food at my place, anyways, why are you girls here?\" \n\n\"It... I'm... Uh...\" Bella finally piped, flustered beyond belief\n\n\"Take your time, sweet ass time, sweet ass.\" Flirting was too much for the quiet pixie dream girl. \n\n\"We're here for study group that's ended and are waiting for our rides.\" Having some strange instinct come over her, Maria held the petite introvert to her, trying to comfort and shield her, but accidentally nesting her head in her cleavage, flustering her further.\n\n\"Really, why don't you come back to my place, watch a movie or two.\"\n\n\"Knowing you, it's probably \"yuri schoolgirls x tentacle rapist 5\" or something.\" Bella was now firmly between the \"big goth tiddies\" her discord friends to kept talking about wanting.\n\n\"You should recall we finished that series back when you were my \"pet\".\" Shelly smirked.\n\n\"Don't-\"\n\n\"I wonder if your sex kitten uniform still fits.\"\n\n\"OK, OK, I'LL COME OVER!... *Sigh* But nothing sexual, ok?\"\n\n\"Ok, nothing sexual... (Unless you beg)... My car is outside. Oh, and you should stop smothering the girl before she dies the good death.\" Maria looked to see Bella's head tucking the Iron Maiden shirt between Maria's DD tits, before pulling out the little girl and offering a few \"I'm sorry\"s. Once she came to her senses, all drove off to Shelly's place. Maria was confident she could hold her cool..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After many years, Gender Equality has won in the Free Use world. No longer it’s just men that can demand sexual favors of women, it’s everyone to everyone now. And honestly people have never enjoyed it more.
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"content": "Catherine and belle just got off work, such a stressful day at the office, their company had a \"fun-time\" but it was at the same time as the lunch, this so the employees could focus on work instead of each-other, (some have whispered the intent was to build frustration that would be channeled productively) either way, they were stressed and knew how to cope.\n\nWhen free-use of women became accepted, they realized they would need to entice men if they wanted this treatment, but since it became equal, anyone not explicitly forbidden was free prey... I mean free-use.\n\nConstant sexual stimuli to both men and women were presented, weather it was seeing someone get nailed on a street corner, no shame in media, or constant hookup ads on social media, sex became as casual as watching tv.\n\nCatherine and Belle knew there were always cute boys by the park. The came across a group of boys listening on their radio to some music, playing cards. \"Hey boys\" \"What up?\" \"Oh, just strolling through\" bell started toughing one of the boy's shoulder, hinting at what she wanted. They guy said \"We got one more round\" Catherine said \"Winner gets to go first\"\n\nWhen the game was over the winner said \"Well, it would be rude to compare these sweet ladies, I'll let the coin decide\" \"First, lets get on some beds, we live together just down the street\" said Belle, This living arrangement was explicitly so they could bring boys over.\n\nThey went to the girl's house and the girls had their holes filled cum dripping everywhere as the boys had their cocks in mouth and pussy, as usual, everyone went home satisfied. The girls smiled at each other, and went to bed, ready to repeat a similar process tomorrow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a lazy, rainy afternoon, with nothing better to do, an elf decides that she has a craving for the taste of cum.
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"content": "PT. 1\n\nA droplet of rainwater splashed against the steel edge of a readied arrow. Split in twain, only to traverse down its faces and reform. It fell from the point of the bladed tip that sat at the lowest of elevations, and plummeted into the forest floor below.\n\nLyndir sighed and huffed. At current, there was a simple drizzle, but the heavens threatened the land below with a downpour. The woman holding the bow relented, slowly releasing the string forward and return an arrow into its quiver.\n\n\"Thank you, divine skies.\" She pouted, recounting an elven tradition very much sarcastically. The eventual heavy rain would not only scare away her prey, but stain her equipment and possibly even plague her with the affliction of the common cold.\n\nThe trek back to her ornate castle manor was effortless. Lyndir, a mocha-hued dark elf, was a fairly experienced ranger for her age. If not for this untimely whim of the gods to grace the earth with blessed water, she would no doubt be hauling the hide and meat of some rare beast.\n\n\"Lady Lyndir! There you are! Where have you been? Duchess Arenthia was worried about your disappearance!\" A fair-skinned, round-earred man in worn scholarly robes jogged to the elvish woman's side, a wooden umbrella held in his hands and offered to his lady.\n\n\"Oh, clam your steed, Theodore. Mother knows of my hobby.\" Lyndir smirked lightly, running her fingers through the lengthy white stream that is her snowy white hair. Usually straight and well-kept, the rain and gusts of nature's storms tossed and turned her locks some amount.\n\n\"Indeed, but you know you must not leave the castle without an escort!\" He retorted, opening the balcony door that led into one of countless keep chambers. Magnificent marble adorned with sprawling reaches of grape-vines and other fruit-bearing flora lined the halls, with the occasional banner sporting her family insignia under the grand emblem of the Faithava Empire. \n\n\"Father will not spare his elven guards, and the human guards are too finicky to sit still as I hunt. They all too often scare my prey away.\"\n\nTheodore felt secondhand embarrassment as well as a vague inkling of guilt by association. The wars of old have long since passed, but the rivalry between man and elf will live on.\n\nTheodore just noticed the state of Lyndir's body. The rain had left her soaking. She wore her usual hunting armor, a red and black set of plates that were essentially a chain-mail bikini. Her massive breasts were on wide display, capped only by a duo of breast-plates that barely met the size of her fists in coverage. Exposure to the elements and their magical energies is what fuels their abnormally long life-span, and so most elven clothing and armor is very... sparse. If Theodore didn't know this little fact as an ambassadorial scribe, he would've figured the elven race just an empire of exhibitionists.\n\n\"Uhm... m'lady. You're absolutely soaked... allow me to fetch you a towel.\" He blushed, turning away, desperately hoping he hadn't been caught staring at her glimmering wet curves.\n\n\"Hmm... that sounds boring.\"\n\n\"P-pardon, Lady Lyndir?\"\n\nLyndir made her way to her personal chambers with the befuddled Theodore in tow, sweat starting to slowly form upon his young, relatively handsome face. His eyes were a sapphire's blue, and stared at Lyndir with a bubbling mixture of confusion, intrigue and appreciation.\n\n\"Lock the doors.\"\n\nTheodore did as he was told, placing his tome upon a desk before closing an iron latch over large wooden doors. As he turned around to inquire about the reason for this instruction, he saw Lyndir's minuscule hunter plating clack against the stone ground.\n\nShe was stripping naked.\n\nTheo's back hit the door, and his hands slapped against his eyes. One finger lifting up to unblock his view, as his body fought back against his inhibitions. He began to babble, his mouth running in an attempt to divert energy from other certain locations.\n\nLyn caught his chin with her surprisingly delicate coffee-colored digits, shutting him up before pressing her thumb against his lips. Up this close, Theo could see that Lyndir was sporting a blush too, though not nearly as searingly red as the embarrassment radiating off of the scribe's bewildered cheeks.\n\n\"Undress your self. Then join me in the tub.\" She smirked, letting him go as she sauntered towards one corner of the room that sported an immaculate water feature. A tub with a size more akin to a pool, lay under it, built into the rock and stone the earth. The castle was built into a cliff face that sported underground grottos which were subsequently woven into plumbing systems for the entire castle.\n\nTheodore was too stunned to process his instructions, and yet his body was moving on its own. As if the gods forbade his mind to interrupt his body until it was too late, he hadn't realaized he was within the bath until he set foot in the chilly water."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Things have changed a lot, since the impact of that bimbonium asteroid...
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"content": "Bimbonium : a rare mineral that just entered our world by an asteroid. Nobody knows where it comes from, how it formed or even how it is even scientificly possible. \nWomen exposed to bimbonium radiation experience symptoms of increased horniness, decreased IQ, and their assets would grow in size, but never too large, and their skin would become smoother.\nMen started to wear bimbonium jewlery, if a woman didn't catch she was feeling lightheaded and run, she would soon be on her knees, forgetting any word with more than 3 syllables, begging to please.\nAt first there was a pushback, until female influencers found the shiny pens so generously gifted to them made thinking too hard.\n\nMinor exposure would have short term effects, they would blank out, and crave cum on their engorged, rounded breasts, and their smoothened skin for a while, but eventually come back to their senses, and return physicaly to normal. the more exposure, the longer effects, but there was still a demand for permanent effects.\n\nSome scientists tried to study the effects, but every women exposed to it became so horny, men who studied them had to spend half their time fighting the urge to fuck them, and the other half fighting off the bimbo's urge to fuck. Work got done... slowly. Until one scientist found a plant that could protect women from the effects of bimbonium.\n\nShelly was a respected researcher of biology, she was careful to avoid bimbonium, but even she had days where she had cotton candy for a brain. Since she was straight, as well as the fact bimbonium didn't change orientation, she could study women exposed. Their low IQ making them docile lab rats. She was paid in the anti-bimbo plant, but secretly looked for a permanent cure. Her reports were read throughly, so she knew she could only get away with so much. She allways had setbacks to making it permenant, until she finaly discovered how to protect herself from the IQ effects without the plant. A drug that could help her, but only worked on IQ and only for 36 hours, reseting each time tooken. A couple days later, she ate her salad, but it tasted funny, she was worried \"oh no, did they not give me the plant?\" A man walked into the room.\n\n\"Hi shelly, you see, your work on countering the IQ effects was remarkable, we thought your inital tests on the subject you tried to keep secret were astounding, but we thought you should be the one to really enjoy the fruits of your labor.\" \n\nHer pussy was drenched almost immediately, \"Shelly, I like you, I love your work, but I think you need more motivation, and don't you feel good right now?\" She tried to resist, but everything in her fought against it. \" So good\" she said. The man undressed, and told her she could do whatever she wanted. She tore her cloths off and fucked him, riding him hard and fast. He spoke \"we hid the flavor the last few days, let your sexual tension build, but you thought it was just normal, you can feel like this all the time if it's permanent\" Screaming \"Yes!\" When she was finished, she stood up and said \"oh goodness, I... will finish the project\"\n\nHer boss ordered the antibimbonium plant to be exterminated, and convinced congress that it caused cancer and should be banned. Don't look at his methodology, trust him, he was a scientist.\n\nHer frustration fueled her work, until she finally made it so one girl stopped showing signs of bimbonium effects declining, she had no decline for 3 days. Finally, a permanent bimbo. Shelly then eagerly gave herself the treatment, and told her boss. Her boss asked her if she would continue work, she asked what work she woukd still do? \"Simple: said her boss \"help treat everyone.\" Shelly said \"I want a deal\" \"make one\" \"once half of all women have been treated, I am your permanent pet fuckndoll, and you never give me the IQ protection again\" \"Deal\"\n\nShe worked tirlessly to get women to be treated, often by expowing them to bimbonium and using their compromised state to lead them to treatment. Other times by giving steo by step guides to men workdwide. One day her salad didn't taste right again, and herbhoss came in and said \"well, you have one day left\" she was excited, she wrote to all her male friends and family her final farewells, and that night, kneeled down.\n\nShe had a few minutes left when her boss came in, she pinned him on the bed, and passed what time she had left by riding him, until she orgasmed and said \"my head feels fuzzy he he\" she never had a complex thought again.\n\nWomen everywhere were now enjoying permenant bimbonium treatments, and their masters' cocks."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The Suk'Kok goblinoid tribe has a potent and lewd magical artifact in their possession...
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"content": "The Suk'Kok, on the surface, have a pretty standard marriage ritual; a couple takes their vows and exchange **identical** rings. However, to prevent arguing between the new couple and to ensure equality between the men and women of the tribe, a spell is placed on their rings.\n\nEngraved on the inside of each ring is the tongue of their ancestors, a long dead language, passed on only through the tribe's shawmen.\n\n*I Submit Mine Heart To Conquer & Cherish*\n\n*I Embrace Thy Heart To Conquer & Cherish*\n\nNeither of the newlyweds actually know which ring they received & the spell doesn't activate until they consummate their marriage.\n\n▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎\n\n>!Incase you didn't figure it out, it's a Sub/Dom Spell.!<\n\nSuggestions:\n\n>!Removing the ring breaks the spell but it's equivalent to a divorce.!<\n\n>!An explorer falls into that whole 'Accidentally married the Chief's daughter/son' troupe.!<\n\n>!The Suk'Kok are extinct. The rings are discovered by a graverobber. After a night of drunken fun, the graverobber suddenly has a flip in personality.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (EU) Daily Life Of A Runway Model In A World Of Exhibitionists
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"content": "[Official Story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j7po86/the_daily_life_of_a_runway_model_in_a_world_of/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)\n\n<AN: ^[#.#] = Time Line>\n\n<^[1.1] comes before ^[1.1.1] , but during ^[1.2] >\n\nPart 1 - History ^[1]\n\nEver since the Sexual Freedom & Liberation Ack, fashion has shifted more & more towards exposing one's self.\n\nFashion moguls call it '*Exposure*'.\n\nMany models thought this just meant less clothing; some just went nude with a pair of heals & some makeup. Those that did often didn't make it. Most of their careers were based on some fashion designers layering cloth over them until they were satisfied, alway pulling the eyes focus to their work & away from the one wearing it.\n\nWhen the switch happened, they had no chance.\n\nThis new era of fashion centers around the wearer. 'Exposure' is all about showing off one's vulnerability; the few models able to do this while projecting an air of confidence & power were raised to a whole new level of fame."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monstergirl who care!
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"content": "I have three prompts. Take whichever you like the most:\n\n1. A mischievous tanuki girl likes to play pranks on everybody except you. The reason is simple: she has a crush on you and she is really, REALLY bad at hiding it.\n\n2. Your best friend is cheetah girl. One day you noticed she has been following you all day long. As it turns out she is in heat and since there’s no way in hell you’re outrunning her so might as well “help” her.\n\n3. Despite popular belief bat girls are actually pretty shy and your girlfriend is no exception. Despite that she is determined to give you a nice anniversary."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man suddenly obtains the power to create clones of himself. His girlfriend sees this as an opportunity to satisfy a recent fantasy: getting gang-banged.
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"content": "“Hey babe, I’m home!” I walked through the door of our apartment and dropped my laptop bag on the couch. Following the smell of dinner cooking I went into the kitchen and found my boyfriend, Leo, chopping up veggies to go in a stir fry. “Mmmm, I love it when my man cooks for me!” I wrapped my arms around Leo from behind, my lips kissing his cheek as I nuzzled into his neck.\n \nA voice chimed in from behind me. “That’s the clone, Emma.” I turned around to see Leo leaning against the doorway, a half frown/half smile on his lips.\n \n“Oops!” I giggled as I disentangled myself from Leo and made my way over to Leo. “I always get that wrong.” Feeling not an ounce of remorse, I gave Leo a hug and a deep kiss on the lips. “But, I mean… he is technically you, right?”\n \nLeo’s “Yes” and Leo’s “No” echoed through the room at the exact same time. Leo’s lips quirked as he hugged me tighter. “Well, yes, I suppose he is. I suppose they all are.”\n \nI led Leo over to the couch, leaving Leo behind to finish cooking. “We talked about this, babe. They’re you, you’re them. He knows what you know and you know what he knows. You said… they’re not… separate from you. You create them… and then you… god there’s really no better term for it… you re-absorb them, whenever you want. They’re you… all of you. They let you be in two places at once… they let you *do* two things at once. It’s incredible!”\n \n“You’re right. I know you’re right.” Leo sighed and nodded. “It’s just….” His phone rang in the bedroom and I glanced over. By the time I looked back at him, a third Leo had split off from Leo’s body and walked into the bedroom to answer it, even while Leo continued speaking as if nothing had occurred. “I sometimes feel like I’m dissociating. Even though I know everything they’re doing, it sometimes feels like it’s happening to someone else.”\n \nI gave him another big hug, lightly scratching his neck the way I knew he liked. “I know. I know. But I promise we’ll get through this together and pretty soon it’ll feel normal, like they were always a part of you.” I held him close for a few minutes, wondering if there was anything I could do to help him adjust. Wondering if maybe some of those things I’d been fantasizing about might be just what he needed.\n\n***\n\n(Part 1 of 2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A new app has released that gives Yelp-like reviews of people's sexual performance. You are horrified to see you only have 3 stars as you scroll to the review section
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"content": "We've all been here before. A new app comes out and the Twittersphere makes sure everyone knows. Pretty soon, it's on everyone's phone and everybody is using it. A year ago, it was a little-known piece of social media used for short-form videos based around music and comedy. It was called TikTok, maybe you've heard of it? Well as of last month, the new king of the app store was Fuckr.\n\nA lot of people compared it to Yelp. It allows you to make an account and review the sexual performances of any users who also have accounts. And since it took off so fast, everyone has an account. At first it just seemed like an interesting new facet of social media. We all already knew some of each other's sexual history, but being able to accurately graph a single person's sexual conquest soon drew comparison to sites like LinkedIn.\n\nElla went ballistic when she made an account on a whim and returned the next day to find she suddenly only had 3 stars to her name, with more than 10 new reviews. When she tried to learn more specifics about her inexplicably low score, she found that the app had spared her feelings; she was actually only a 2.8 on Fuckr's scale of 1 to 5.\n\nShe'd have to see some of these reviews.\n\n> ★★★★☆ From TylerBrown96\n\n> TylerBrown96 writes: *\"Eager to please and very generous, but unskilled. Head was very toothy and she had trouble with any position besides missionary, but she'd let me put in in her ass and finish inside.\"*\n\nHer ex of more than two years. Tyler really felt this way? He'd never complained before now. They'd even hooked up a few times after breaking up! Was her only redeeming quality in bed her willingness to engage in taboo penetrative activities? She'd have to read more...\n\n> ★★★☆☆ From TimmyT420\n\n> TimmyT420 writes: *\"She's a great kisser and really good with her hands, but a little overconfident. She thinks she gives good head and she just doesn't. She sucks dick like she's drunk, and not in a fun way.\"*\n\n> ★★☆☆☆ From Maples33\n\n> Maples33 writes: *\"She's as tight as a drum, but she won't shut the fuck up. She sounds like a donkey with a broken leg and it just doesn't stop. At first I thought I was just too big for her, but she makes the noises even when I'm just fingering her. Total boner killer. Would not fuck again.\"*\n\n> ★★☆☆☆ From 3ric_xx\n\n> 3ric_xx writes: *\"She let me take a pic of her with my splattered across her face, but that was the highlight of the session. I've had more fun with a FleshLight.\"*\n\n> ★★★★☆ From Maggieeeexo\n\n> Maggieeeexo writes: *\"I don't think she's accustomed to being with girls and I could tell. But she's got a really nice body and a great ass. I really enjoyed having her sit on my face while I put my mouth to work. She could use a bit more practice in with the ladies, but she's a natural pillow princess. Just my type.\"*\n\nElla wasn't pleased with what she read, but she couldn't figured out what the huge issue was until she saw a review with only a single star. No way! But how could she possibly know the damage that a single online post could do to her self-confidence, even after reading all this...\n\n> ★☆☆☆☆ From LarsDD5\n\n> LarsDD5 writes: *\"She said she was packing through Europe when we met in a pub. She was pretty enough. But I can see now that the international assumption about Americans applies to fucking American girls; stay far away whenever possible.\"*\n\n\"Fuck this app.\" Ella scowled, pressing the **DELETE ACCOUNT** button."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're invited to a party. The theme: Magical, Mixing-up, Madness!
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"content": "\"Girl, this is crazy! I mean, I was suspecting *something* but not *this!* How does it even work.\"\n\n\"Oh, thanks. I was hoping you would like it.\"\n\n\"I didn't say that, and please answer my question.\"\n\n\"I know you didn't, but I could tell; *I have my ways.* Anyway, it took me **two weeks** to finish the circle around the house. The rules are simple; you can add or remove whatever you want, nothing more, nothing less. That's about it.\"\n\n\"Huh, well that's pretty cool. What if I need to use the bathroom, but I don't have the right equipment?\"\n\n\"Oh, that was a simple one; the circle suppress the urge if you don't got the right stuff. Careful though, as soon as you leave, it'll hit ya all at once.\"\n\n\"On that note, what happens when I leave? What if I don't have all my parts back? What if I wanna go back to normal?\"\n\n\"Uuggh! Listen, the circle **reads intent.** It does what you want it to, it won't let you die, and it won't let you kill yourself. If you *want* four arms, then you can keep them; you wanna be sexless, then fine, but it'll give you a hole to pee out of; and if you wanna go back to normal, then **'POOF'** your back to normal. Whatever you want, you got it.\"\n\n\"But what if..\"\n\n\"**Enough with the 'What ifs'**, go out there and have some fun. We even got a poker game going on in the back; you **love** poker!\"\n\n\"But I didn't bring any money.\"\n\n\"Who said anything about money?\"\n\n(A.N. Feel free to continue the story.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your sexy bff knows nothing about monster bio. So, of fucking course, she throws you a surprise birthday party in middle of mating season. You don't know if you'll be able to resist... claiming her...
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"content": "Selena sets the bottle of champagne on the table among the charcuterie boards, and other bottles of alcohol. She made sure to pick out all of Luca’s favourite foods, and drinks. It was HIS surprise party after all. \n\n“That’s it, its done. He’ll be here any moment now, I’m so lucky I had that spare key,” she squeals to their mutual friend Becky. \n\nBecky smiles at Selena in mutual excitement. \n\nLuca has been feeling irritated all day at his job. His suit so hot and constricting. He should’ve just stayed home. Luca almost forgot it was his birthday considering he was not feeling his usual self. He knew he’d be in heat soon but now on his birthday. It came once a year but it was seemingly random and never on his birthday before. \n\nComing into his apartment building the only thing he wanted was a cool bath and something to watch on Netflix. Luca opens the door and before his eyes even focus on the scene before him. \n\n“Happy Birthday!” “Surprise” \n\nAll his friends yell at him. What the fuck are they doing here. What the fuck is happening. Luca’s eyes dart to Selena’s. Hot, curvy, fat tits and ass Selena. She runs to him and jumps into his arms hugging him. \n\n“Do you like your surprise,” her bubbly voice greets him along with her doe eyes. \n\nSomething comes over Luca and it is as if he is in the peak of his heat right at this very moment. He knows he has to wait for everyone to settle in though. \n\n“Yes I love it,” he says kissing her cheek, almost too tenderly. \n\n“Thank you so much everyone for coming, I’m so happy and greatful to have so many amazing people in my life, but don’t stop on account of me, keep drinking,” Luca finishes with a chuckle. Soft laughs are heard around the room and people go back to what they were doing. Figuring they’ll talk to Luca when he didn’t *just* get through the door. \n\nSome people do come up and begin to create small talk. The simmer in his loins calms down as Selena walks away but he can barely resist claiming her on the floor in front of everyone. \n\nFinally Luca gets a moment alone. Selena is refreshing drinks and food when he grabs her roughly by the arm. She wears a small black dress which hugs her in all the right places. Luca’s heat is becoming too much for him. \n\n“What’re you doing,” she whines but Luca continues to drag her. He takes her to his room and locks the door. \n\n“Fuck Selena, this was bad timing.” \n\n“What you don’t like it?” She pouts, her eyes almost welling up. \n\n“No, no, I’m in heat, I don’t know how to explain this properly to you.” \n\n“Like I think I read about this in a book. This wear-wolf was burning up coz he was so horny and basically almost fucked anything that could walk, it was kinda funny, kinda hot though.” Selena trails off remembering the book. \n\n“Yes Selena, and I’ve had my eye on you, I’m going to claim you,” he tells her. \n\n“Luca we’re at a party.” \n\n“I know. Its bad. I need to do this or it won’t go away. Would you rather I go hit on one of your friends see if she wants to?” He asks, getting angry, and impatient. \n\n“No don’t...” she trails off. \n\nLuca wastes no time. He peels her dress off knowing she has to wear it again soon. Without warning he just bends her over the bed. \n\n“Luca you’re being so rough,” Selena pouts but this excites Luca more. \n\n“This is nothing,” he warns. \n\nLuca enters Selena, her pussy stretches around his large cock and she audibly gasps. Selena begins to clutch onto the sheets as Luca thrusts in and out of her. \n\n“If I knew you’d be so willing to bend over for me, I’d lock you in my room the entire time I’m in heat.” Luca teases as he fucks her. When she simply moans a whiny no in response he thwacks her ass. Not quite hard enough to hurt too much. \n\n“Luca!” She yells out and he begins to fuck her harder than before. \n\n“You know you’re mine now?” He asks but she doesn’t say anything. “I’ve claimed you, you’re bonded to me sexually.” \n\n“Luca why didn’t you say something,” she whines\n\n“I was so hot in heat I honestly forgot.”\n\nLuca holds onto her hips as he glides in and out of her. He can feel himself about to finish. He leans down kissing her shoulder blades as he goes quicker. Selena clutches the sheets, her breathe heavy, her head empty. \n\nLuca cums inside her. Selena feels the warm liquid inside her, and then dripping down her thighs. \n\n“I don’t like you right now,” she pouts from the bed. Unmoving even after Luca removed himself from inside her. He lays down next to her their heads side by side. \n\n“Why not?”\n\n“You claimed me, didn’t even give me a choice on that, I only agreed to fuck you Luca, now what? What is sexually bonded, it sounds so bad.” \n\n“It just means sex won’t really feel as good with anyone but me. You’re technically free to do as you please though.”\n\n“What do you mean technically?”\n\n“Now that I have claimed you, I feel sexually bonded to you too, you’re mine, I’m not jealous but I am possessive, I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else if I’m honest.” \n\n“And what if I do?”\n\n“You’ll come back to me, unsatisfied. Tell me all about your escapades then take your punishments.”\n\n“Punishments? Luca what’re you saying, you’ll hit me? Thats wrong I’m a person Luca I don’t-“\n\n“Sexual punishments...” he trails off, grabbing her face to calm her down and shut her up. \n\n“Oh,” Selena blushes looking down. “Still, I-“\n\n“You’ll enjoy every minute of it.” \n\n——-\n\nOkie its gotten long enough if anyone wants part two just reply to this :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Quiz style game show where the contestants are each hooked up to a machine guaranteed to bring them to orgasm, eventually...
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Quiz style game show where the contestants are each hooked up to a machine guaranteed to bring them to orgasm, eventually..."
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"content": "\n\n“Helllllloooooooo viewers and welcome to FuckBuddy Studios newest game show, ! Let’s meet our contestants. First Emily LeBouex, a 5’6” goth girl with DDs and legs that stretch the Mississippi!”\n\nEmily blushes and laughs.\n\n“Our second contestant, Missy Blue, a curvy redhead who has gotten praise for her through and sloppy blowjobs!”\n\nMissy waves to the camera with a shy smile. \n\n“And last but defiantly not least. She’s a 6’6” goddess who needs only name, Jamacia!”\n\nShe waves to the camera with a very confident smile. \n\n“And now let’s meet our host, eight inches of vanilla delight, Tex Morrison!”\n\nThe camera zooms in on Tex as he bounds the stairs and takes his place behind his podium. \n\n“Hello everyone and welcome to . Each porn starlet is playing for a cash prize of $500,000 and their first starring role in FuckBuddys next big movie! Now how does this game work, well there will be three rounds of trivia questions ranging from pop culture to actual smart people stuff like chemistry and shit. Each round the questions get harder and for every question our starlets get wrong, the sybian they are currently sitting on will slowly be turned up. At any point they can tap on their podiums to quit the game if they can’t take anymore. The winner is either the starlet with the most points or the last one sitting. Let’s start the show!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Geeky college girl has the whole house to herself. What's the harm in walking around naked? What is the worst that can happen?
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"content": "Zoe laid on her bed in her underwear, halfway paying attention to the travel documentary streaming on her laptop -- the host was busy eating street food in Southeast Asia, it was nothing groundbreaking -- while at the same time flipping through anime tags on Tumblr on her phone, when her reverie was interrupted by a phone call. “Mom” the screen glared. \n\nZoe’s thumb hesitated over the ‘reject’ button before she sighed and let her conscience get the better of her. \n\n“Hi, Mom,” she said, answering the call. \n\n“Zoe, dear, what took you so long to answer? What are you busy doing?” Her mom started in immediately. \n\n“Just watching tv, Mom,” she said, letting her disinterest echo in her tone. \n\n“Shouldn’t you be studying?”\n\nZoe rolled her eyes. “What did you call about, Mom?”\n\n“Why do I have to call about things? Why can’t I just be calling to talk? I just miss my little sweetheart!”\n\n“I was just visiting you two days ago, Mom, for, like, two whole weeks.” Zoe pushed her glasses back up. “We talked then.”\n\n“But you’re there alone, all by yourself in that big house! You must be frightened!”\n\n“Mom, we talked about this,” Zoe said, “My roommates get back in a few days, right before New Years. Plus, I kind of like being here alone, it’s so relaxing.”\n\n“Relaxing, hah! You should be studying.”\n\n“Mom, it’s a Sunday morning in late December. I promise you no college student on Earth is studying today. We’re between semesters, anyway. I don’t even know for sure what classes I’m in.”\n\n“You’ll get your top picks, you always do.”\n\n“Thanks, Mom,” Zoe said. \n\n“So, that’s it?” her mom asked.\n\n“That’s what?”\n\n“You’re just going to sit around your house, wasting your life away with your cartoons?”\n\n“I’m so glad we could have this chat,” Zoe said, sarcasm seeping through her words. \n\n“Fine. Fine. I know when I’m not wanted,” her mom said, “I was just calling to say hi. So I said it. Now I’ll let you get back to your Japanama or whatever you call it.”\n\nZoe’s eyes rolled even harder. But whatever, anything to end this call. “Thanks, Mom. Talk to you later,” she said, then adding, “Love ya.”\n\n“Love you, honey,” her mom said, then finally hung up. \n\nZoe shook her head as her phone flipped back to where it’d been before she was interrupted. She started scrolling again, trying to remember what she’d been thinking about before the call. She shook her head. It wasn’t working. \n\nZoe sighed and stood up, spotting herself in the closet door mirror. She’d tied her dark hair into a practical knot above her head, and was wearing a basic bra and panties. “Not bad,” she said, checking out her curves, posing sexily. “I’d fuck me.” And yet... maybe she should change out of these basic clothes, and into something sexy?\n\nShe unclasped her bra, sliding it off, letting her perky tits free. Then she pushed her panties down, wiggling until they’d dropped to the floor. She glanced in the mirror. “Damn, I look good naked,” she said.\n\nThen, as she was reaching to slide open the closet, another idea popped into her head... She grinned, seeing her reflection grin back at her knowingly. “Well, seeing as that I’m home alone...” she said aloud, “Might as well stay one sexy naked bitch.”\n\nFeeling naughty, Zoe left her room naked, sauntered down the hall nakedly, and walked into the kitchen, naked. She poured a glass of water, naked, and drank it deeply, letting some of the drips splash down onto her chest. She grinned, this was great. What next, though? she thought.\n\nZoe did her laundry naked, sorted the mail naked, organized the living room naked, and hung some new posters on the all, all naked, enjoying the freedom, the tease of an indefinable inappropriateness. What some of her guy friends would do to see this... she grinned.\n\nThen finally, still naked, she laid down on the couch to rest. The heater kicked on, and Zoe felt the warm air blow over her. The breeze tingled her skin, reminded her again of her own nakedness. This day was a rare treat, Zoe considered. If her mom or roommates had had any idea... well, they didn’t. It felt like she was crossing some line, doing this, even though she was alone in the privacy of her own home. Zoe smirked. And being alone... \n\nZoe grabbed her phone and began flipping through Tumblr again. With her other hand, she let her fingers drift down, fingertips brushing over her nipples, belly, and hips, before resting gently against her pussy. She wasn’t necessarily going to masturbate, she thought. \n\nA few minutes later her fingers were of course leisurely traipsing back and forth across her slit, operating on their own agenda, building her heat. She found herself paying more and more attention to the more risque posts as she let herself nestle into the warmth spreading throughout her body. \n\nAfter a few more minutes, she dropped any pretenses and was watching straight-up porn. She’d curled her knees back against her chest and was pounding her entire hand up into her swollen pussy, her tits bouncing along as she shuddered and gasped. \n\n“...and they’ve been paying--oh wow, wow!” a man’s voice said.\n\nWhat the fuck?? Zoe froze and sprang her eyes open wide. She flinched back to find the landlord, just standing there, in the doorway. Another man she didn’t know was beside him. They were staring at her, looks of shock on their faces. Shock and... something else. Their eyes flickered over her body as the moaning and grunting sounds of fucking came from her phone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "ooh Daddy Im cumming!" "Hi cumming Im Daddy"
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: \"ooh Daddy Im cumming!\" \"Hi cumming Im Daddy\""
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"content": "**Hi Cumming, I'm Daddy**\n---------------------------------------------\n\n*Soft,* Melina thought, her arms wrapped around Nathan, *Everything's so soft.* \n\nSmooth limbs entangled each other on the silky sheets, with moaning being the only sound through the cool, autumn air of the room. The taste of each other's soft lips, gently nibbling each other as tongues pushed playfully at each other, were all that mattered for the two lovers. \n\nWarmth was all that mattered. The wetness of each others' mouths, as their faces danced gently but with muted passion, was all that mattered. Intimacy was hard to come by with the prevalence of hookup culture and both of them knew, what they felt right now was *real*. \n\nTheir hands moved up each others' bodies, expert explorers of every tiny landmark. A mole here, a scar there, some sexy stretch marks to kiss as they went down. Melina gasped as Nathan suckled on her neck and kissed gently down, mouth parted taking in her perky little nipple in his mouth softly. \n\nNathan loved it. From her soft, black hair to her small, adorable face, Nathan was hooked. Every inch of her skin was perfect, even when she thought she had imperfections; if anything, it was her *imperfections* which made her so perfect. \n\nWith a chuckle and a breathy moan, Nathan sucked on her perfect little nipple as his hand reached to finger the nub on the crest of her wetness. Melina moaned in pleasure as his tongue tickled her nipple, his fingers so passionate she could barely focus on which form of stimulation felt better. \n\nShe could feel a tension building up, her toes curling in ecstasy, as her knees crossed each other preparing for what was to cum. Melina's moans got louder and louder until she could no longer hold it back. \n\n\"Ooh daddy, I-ah, I'm cumming!\" The words spilled out over the breathy moans of the cool room. Nathan kept fingering and sucking as an idea crossed his mind.\n\nWith a grin, he replied, \"Hi, cumming, I'm daddy.\" \n\nMelina could barely process the words as an orgasm worked its way through her. The pleasure overrode any annoyance she had towards the corny joke as her thighs clamped Nathan's fingers between two fleshy pillows. \n\nAs Melina finished, she whispered, \"Yes, you are.\" In an instant, Nathan paled in shock and shakily responded, \"No way…really?\"\n\nWith a laugh, Melina pulled Nathan close and said, \"Gotcha! That's for making me cum to a dad joke!\"\n\nNathan laughed before replying, \"I mean, I would've been fine if it happened. I was just…surprised for a second.\"\n\nWith their faces inches from each other, Melina said, \"Well, you can pretend to put a baby in me right now. I just got my IUD last week.\" \n\nWith a smile, Nathan pushed his cock into her and chuckled. Tonight was going to be a fun night."
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