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Write a story using this writing prompt: The text read, "My boyfriend won't stop drooling over your massive tits, so I told him we'd have some fun with you tonight! Don't be late!" She gave her phone an indignant pout, but she already knew she was going to come...
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"content": "Pushy Girlfriend\n\nHanna looked down at her phone with disapproval. Another text from Karen, her pushiest friend. She had known her since highschool and Karen always got her to do what she wanted. Even if it was more than Hanna was comfortable with, and as modest as Hanna was she was uncomfortable with most things.\n\nHanna read the text \"My boyfriend won't stop drooling over your massive tits, so I told him we'd have some fun with you tonight. Don't be late.\" She let out a huff and pouted pointlessly at her phone.\n\nThe guys always jumped at the prospect of getting in a relationship with trim athletic Karen but they always seemed to spend their time staring at Hanna's tits. It's not like Hanna could avoid it, Karen was her roommate. Hanna dragged her feet a bit driving home. She told herself she was going to say \"No\" this time. This wasn't the first time Karen had agreed to something before asking her. Hanna was worked up and ready to assert herself when she swung open the door to the apartment.\n\nThe scene before her melted her resolve. Karen was knelt before her boyfriend, Brian who was sitting on the couch. Karen turned with a look of annoyance. \"I told you not to be late. And close the door everyone can see my ass. Then, get those juicy milkers over here.\" Grasped in her hand was Brian's hard cock. It was much bigger than Hanna had expected.\n\nHanna took off her jacket and then peeled the tank top off her thick chest. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as the time Karen promised her psychology professor a threesome to change her grade to an A. It wasn't even a professor Hanna had. So she got fucked solely for Karen's benefit. Plus, the guy was clearly more interested in fucking her. He only stuck his dick in Karen once. Hanna on the other hand walked away from that very sore.\n\n\"See, Baby, they are better in real life.\" Karen purred between licks of his cock. \"Much better than those pictures or the video.\"\n\n\"What video?\" Hanna asked, looking confused with her naked tits hanging.\n\n\"Well, remember Kyle?\" Karen asked in response.\n\nOf course Hanna remembered Kyle. He was from like two boyfriend's back. Kyle was a real pervert. It seemed her out that Karen even dated him, but after some heavy begging on Karen's part Hanna acted like his fuck doll for the last month of Karen and Kyle's relationship. She actually kind of missed him once she thought about it. \"You mean he taped us?\" Hanna was starting to get annoyed with her friend.\n\n\"Oh come on. You know you love this part.\" Karen moved her slim frame and opened her legs to Hanna. The only reason she put up with all of Karen's bullshit was to get a taste of her tight pussy from time to time. It also didn't hurt that Karen was a very gifted pussy eater. \"Sit down and let us suck on those tits.\" \n\nHanna sat with Karen on one side and Brian on the other. Each had a plump nipple in their mouth and Karen's hand was shoved down her pants. She had a much larger chest than Karen. It baffled Hanna how she kept getting breast guys to go out with her, but she definitely knew how she got them to stay. \"Oh, baby wait till you see her give a tit job. Hanna, come on.\" \n\nOnce she was on her knees rubbing that hard cock between her tits she just knew she needed it in her. \"Come on, Baby. Cum on those fat tities.\"\n\n\"Not, yet.\" Hanna called out. Immediately feeling red faced embarrassment. \"I need to feel him in me.\" \n\nKaren had an evil smile that let Hanna know she was in her trap. \"Only if you let him cum inside you.\" \n\nHanna rolled her eyes. It always came to this. Karen seemed to loved watching her boyfriend's or any guy she could convince to Hanna fuck, cream inside her as her tits shook. \"It seems like your boyfriend's spend more time cumming in me than in you.\" \n\n\"Of course they do.\" Karen said with a smile. \"When we start dating I tell them they can use you as my stunt pussy. I get all the credit but you take all the shots.\" Brian's dick slid in and he picked up pace quickly. Hanna's plump body shuddered at how she was being used while Karen sat back and laughed. After a few minutes he was grunting and pulling her by the hips closer to him,as he came inside. Hanna hoped she could get at least one more out of him that night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a small and strange country people from the military organize orgies and offer sexual favors for free. They still carry out their normal duties. They just have an unmatched libido and the government doesn’t care anymore.
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"content": "\"Miss Delle, I don't think you'd be fit to join the military based on what you've said. I'm sorry,\" Adam explains matter-of-factly.\n\nI get mad and reply, \"Then I'll fuck you to be in the military. And please call me Cornelia.\"\n\n\"Sorry Cornelia, but it is true that fucking would be nice now... and you are attractive, and I presume that you have big tits under that beautiful shirt of yours!\"\n\n\"Thank you. I very much do. Let's go to my place.\"\n\nAdam offers, \"That won't be needed, Cornelia, all I need is some quick and rough sex in the other room.\"\n\nWe walk into the other room, which is a dark room with a small ceiling light and a bed. He throws me onto the bed and quickly takes off his shirt before lying down next to me and stroking my pussy beneath my clothes.\n\nHe yanks off my shirt and jeans, then wiggles out of his shorts. \"I'll be quick, alright baby?\" he whispers. Then, without hesitating, he spreads my legs and thrusts into me.\n\nAdam waits for about a second before yanking his dick in and out of me, attacking and biting my nipples as he does. He then violently moves it around inside me before crying out and releasing sweet, hot cum inside me and pulling out.\n\n\"I'm sure you'll fit right in,\" he whispers, falling asleep.\n\nI reply, closing my eyes as well, \"I'm sure I will.\"\n\nI wake up the next day, still in his arms on his bed. I slip my clothes on and wait for him to wake up, which takes about five minutes. He puts on his clothes before exclaiming proudly, \"I guess today's the start of your training, and guess who you'll have to do it with?\"\n\nTo be continued later possibly..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A city guy's car broke down in the countryside. He goes to a local farm for help. The old farmer was nice enough to give him a phone. Then the city man notices the farmer's sexy son cleaning the truck.
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"content": "\"Heyy... uh, so you're taking me back to the city with this, right?\" I asked the farmer's son.\n\nHe turned around and smiled when he saw me. \"Of course! My name's John, by the way. I'm eighteen.\"\n\nI felt a little heat in my stomach. I glanced down at his pants and used all of my energy not to smile too hard when I saw the slight tent. \"I'm Kyle, I'm twenty-five. You seem cool.\"\n\nJohn laughed, \"Don't think for a second I don't see your boner there.\"\n\nI realized he was right. All my blood left my brain and entered my penis. \"You have one too, you know.\"\n\n\"Kiss me. I know you want to.\"\n\nI walked closer to the sexy man that was John, then I locked eyes with him and met my lips to his.\n\n\"Oh, you're damn sexy,\" I whispered to him.\n\nHe whispered back, \"I thought that about you. Being in the city must be so good.\"\n\n\"I'd prefer the farm, I mean, if you were with me.\"\n\n\"Oh, Kyle,\" he said cutely. \"I'm so glad I have a double bed right now.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A beautiful slave girl falls in love with the young Roman Legionary she was sold as a sex slave to
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"content": "\"You're so... beautiful,\" he whispered, three fingers on my pussy.\n\n\"As are you,\" I replied as he kissed me, knowing what I had to say to survive. However, this was the first time that there was some real truth to that statement. \"You know, I've had to say this to a lot of people, but you are the first time I actually loved someone. Please, just don't be rough with me.\"\n\n\"Begging isn't going to help anything, in the end I will choose what happens with you. You're going home with me, so long as I have enough money, which I do.\"\n\nI heard another voice from outside. \"You want her? She's yours, my friend, you've already given me enough money.\"\n\n\"Alright,\" he replied. He turned to me. \"I'm excited for tonight. Are you?\"\n\n\"It makes a big difference if you love me or not,\" I replied, slightly crying.\n\n\"Don't cry!\" he said harshly, making my tears abruptly stop. \"I may or may not love you. But my love won't save you. Nothing can, not anymore.\"\n\nI yelled at him, \"I only have to go through pain like this because you guys can't get pussy. And when I actually love you, you just... fuck me?\"\n\n\"Oh, we've gotta remember who's got the power here. If you don't shut up, I'll punish you. And because you're this rude, I'm just going to fuck you here and now. Don't let me show you what I do to girls like you who come before me, though.\"\n\nHe wrapped his arms around me and ripped my dress in two while pinning me against the wall and taking his own clothes off. He covered my mouth with one hand and used the other to hold my pussy as he thrust in deeply. Some tears leave my eyes, but he ignores them as he continues thrusting rougly in and out.\n\nI felt my orgasm start to come, but I remembered what he said. However, I couldn't control it, not when it felt like this. I moaned loudly as my legs started to weaken and shake, but he pulled out right then and slapped my ass twice.\n\n\"I told you not to. Now, let's go home and punish you for this.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's important for a mage to be bonded to her protector through a link of intimacy. Absent long years of knowing each other, this intimacy can be achieved by more immediate means...
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"content": "\"It's not working!\" Vasha cried out in frustration, and toss the vase telepathically at her matched champion Raj. The toss was pathetically weak, that Raj easily snatched it out of the air, and placed it back on the ground, unharmed. \n\nVasha just sat down on the stool, put her face down on the desk and sobbed, and Raj sighed. While he is her matched champion, and in most cases, her protector, he felt at many times he is acting more as her father or uncle, providing guidance, even though he was only a few years older. However, their circumstances were far from usual, as matched pairs, the half martial, half magic combat teams, are usually the same age, and usually knew each other since very young, to ensure maximum mental and physical compatibility.\n\nRaj and Vasha were total strangers and with a few years of age difference. \n\nVasha's expected partner was tragically killed when they left for the academy, both were prodigies and a few years younger than normal. \n\nAs for Raj... He was hailed a hero after saving the princess and her entourage, but he viewed himself as merely a lucky survivor. It took him a full year to recover. It wasn't his intention to be paired, but the King decided to send him off to the academy, where he was the logical person to be paired with now alone Vasha. As a result, he's older and more experienced than the younger warriors in training. \n\nBut that fact doesn't seem to translate into connecting with Vasha and unleash her magic potentials. She is in danger of failing the course, which would of course, end Raj's journey at the academy as well. \n\nThey had been attempting coordinated moves, where back to back, they can defend against all comers, and turn to unleash the right type of counterattacks... when it works. And it is, as Vasha said, not working. They end up blocking each other's way or tripping over each other, or they both attack the same targets while leaving others uncovered...\n\nIt was indeed a mess. And he is out of ideas... all except one. \n\n\"Vasha? Come here please,\" Raj ordered. \n\nVasha sniffled but made no movement to comply. \n\n\"Now!\" Raj swatted at Vasha's bottom. Vasha yelped and jumped up into a defensive stance. \n\nIt was then Raj noticed the fire in her eyes, but it was quickly doused. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, as if the air itself was charged. He knew that was a flash of magic potential. Is this the key to unleash Vasha's powers? \n\n\"Vasha, what were you just thinking? Please tell me. It is very important.\"\n\nVasha flushed crimson, \"Uh... uh... I... \"\n\n\"We are bonded, you can tell me,\" Raj cooed. \n\n\"I... uh... was turned on.\"\n\n\"You mean sexually?\"\n\nVasha just nodded. \n\nRaj stroked his chin, then sighed, \"Vasha, this will sound very crude, and I am supposed to protect you from things like this, but...\n\n\"I think your magical awakening may be triggered by sex. \"\n\nVasha gasped, then ran into her room and slammed the door. \n\nThis time, Raj sat down defeated on the stool and lowered his forehead to the table, muttering to himself, \"That could have gone better...\"\n\n\\-----\n\nRaj heard Vasha's room door open, but he did not move or even look. He was still debating how to apologize when he heard her footsteps... barefoot. But again, he did not move. \n\nThen he felt a hand on his shoulder. \n\n\"Raj, please.\" \n\nRaj sat up straight, and stretched, then slowly stood up, his back to her. He is taller than her, so he looked down, and saw her face, now clear of any makeup or jewelry, her dark hair simply cascaded down past her shoulders. \n\nShe was beautiful. \n\nIt was then he finally noticed that she was also completely naked. \n\nHe was about to speak his doubts when she silenced him with a finger to his lips. \n\nThey looked into each other's eyes, and that glance told each other what they wanted... and needed. \n\nHe gently palmed her breasts and his fingers brushed her nipples, making her quiver. \n\nThat brought her out of her trance, and she reached over, undid his belt, his zippers, and let his pants pooled around his ankles. \n\nHe lowered his head and put his lips on hers, while undoing his uniform top, and tossed it aside, and the undergarments went as well. \n\nTheir tongues dueled, and teased, and touched, as their hands explored each other. \n\nAnd soon they found themselves in bed, as he maneuvered so she's on top, positioned properly, but her upper body leaned over him. \n\n\"Do you want to do it, or do you want me to do it?\"\n\n\"I... I don't know.\" \n\n\"You can just lower yourself until you feel it, take as long as you want.\"\n\n\"You do it. I trust you won't hurt me any more than necessary.\"\n\n\"I value your trust and our bond.\"\n\n\"Will... will it hurt?\"\n\n\"Only a little, and I'll distract you. Ready?\"\n\nHe maneuvered his hips so just the tip entered her. She started to tighten up, so he brought her head down to kiss her. When she relaxed slightly and responded to the kiss, he moved one arm to her waist to hold her, and the other arm to touch her breast... and pinched her nipple... hard. And during that pain, he thrust into her. Then he simply wrapped her in his limbs to stop her tembles and swallowed her cries with his kiss. \n\nHe gently cooed, \"The pain is over,\", and kissed her tears. \n\nThen he turned over, so she's on the bottom, and he's on top, and he gently made love to her. \n\nAnd soon, she started to moan and not long after, experienced her first, second, and third orgasm. \n\nThey could have done more, but they do need to sleep and practice some more. \n\n\\-----\n\nAs Raj predicted, that sexual bonding pushed their bond to the next degree, and they are now practically moving as one. All the instructors were astonished at the progress they made, and Raj, with Vasha's permission, revealed to the head instructor what they had done. It was then the head instructor revealed that they actually knew sex is a bonding method, but it was removed from the curriculum due to a scandal between a bonded champion and someone in the royal family. The details were... lost. \n\nBut that doesn't matter to Raj and Vasha. They have achieved what they came to achieve and proved that even dissimilar people can be bonded combat champions. That they are great sexual partners are just icing on the cake."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The young woman moving in soon discovers her MILF-y neighbour is a witch with magic revolving around her favorite fetish, and that her neighbour intends to take her as an apprentice for her magic...
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"content": "It was wrong. She knew it.\n\nIt was wrong, possibly illegal. She had a hunch, figuring as such.\n\nShe could be prosecuted for breech of privacy! But like curiosity and the cat, her curiosity killed all apprehension.\n\nOnly a few days since Grace moved in, and weird occurrences began to happen around the apparent building. Lights in the middle of the night? Oh, nothing too out of the ordinary, except perhaps that a lady prefers to emulate nightly clubs in her own home rather than visit them herself.\n\nMore intriguing were the sounds. What Grace could only assume was the woman's voice breaking long swaths of silence. The woman projected her voice, claiming words and letters in a proud volume. Repeating several phonetic sequences for minutes before silence overtook the night.\n\nFinally, her surprising number of male visitors. Nearly every time Grace approached her own apartment door, her neighbor was entertaining some handsome young man. Once, she event caught her neighbor softly and casually caressing the tent of a man as they interacted. She saw the sight through the slight cracking open of her door. A sliver of light pouring through along with the sight of a man's cock gingerly tended to by feminine digits.\n\nNot dissimilar was her viewpoint this day. Watching through a narrow creak as her mocha-hued neighbor stands in her own room. A book in her hand and strange phrases on her tongue. Within seconds, several men appeared from tufts of smoke. Naked, erect, and all smiling as they closed in on the apparent magus. She sat down, hands resting on her lap and mouth ready, agape.\n\nAs the men finished marveling at the magic that brought them here, they began to marvel at the witch and her body. It didn't take long for all her nooks and crannies to be poked and prodded by man-meat. First to be filled, her mouth. Effortlessly did cock glide down her throat, sheathed completely with a delighted groan from the witch.\n\nA man stood behind her, penis in hand as he guided it towards her asshole. His stiff cock tapping lightly against her anus. He pushed forward, meeting little resistance, yet ample heat and moisture. Another trained, experienced orifice brimming with young meat. The two guys both thrust in their respective forward directions, forcing out a grunt that even Grace could hear from the entry door. \n\nExtra men who had no hole to fill simply rubbed their cocks against her body. A lucky two got treated by her expert dark fingers, pumping their rods with great vigor.\n\nGrace hadn't caught the last, climatic moments of this gathering, as she was preoccupied with her cunt and its glistening fluids coating her hands as she herself neared orgasm. In her mind, the fuel of desire was the same scene she say physically, only with herself in place of the witch. Grace had discovered a new world, and she wanted to be part of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She got a great price, going with her to a swingers resort for vacation with her friend posing as a partner. She didn't realize they'd be in a suite with another couple, expected to actually have sex with them... And each other!
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"content": "She got a great price \nSwingers' Resort's nice \nthough sex is \"No Dice\" \nas she said to guys, \nfriend took up same vice, \nrepeats the same lies, \nPlan to realize: \nlove is just pretend. \n\nNow they're in a suite, \nwith lass and a dude, \nFriend is getting nude, \nshe must follow suit. \nThough she's not a prude, \nhad not thought of lewd \nactions to pursuit. \nbut he is well built.\n\nHorny swinger pair, \nask if it is fair, \nif lass can stay with their, \nbefore they start to share. \nSo they could compare, \nand enjoy their care, \nit is quite a scare, \nswingers' kind of new.\n\nFriend thinks it is just: \nHe guesses they must, \nfirst sate their pair's lust, \nthough in mind he cussed. \nShe decides to trust, \nfriend to gently thrust, \nfeigns to be nonplussed, \nthough she is so scared.\n\nSet up on the bed, \ntwo for two is set, \nand the lass is led, \nby the dude she met. \nShe is blushing red, \ntwitching at friend's pat \nlust goes to her head, \nshe just looks at him.\n\nShe says \"Do it now\" \nand friend starts to plow, \nwith skills that don't wow. \nskills she won't allow. \n\"I *ain't* just a cow, \nmake *this* pussy meow, \njust exactly how, \nI *will* show you, friend.\" \n\n\"Gently guide it in, \nas *you* graze the skin, \nit makes her mind spin, \ntell her of this sin: \n'This *is* how it's been, \nsince *the* birth of kin, \nallow *sex* to win \nyou over a ring.'\" \n\nAnd he does improve, \nget's into the groove, \ntechnique to behoove \nshe now makes her move. \n\"You *have* got to prove, \nto the dude that you've \ngot skills to remove, \nlass' lust to her dude\" \n\nShe had not in mind \nto let her friend find, \norgasm in kind, \nhe fucked her behind. \nBut his fervent grind, \nmade her moan in kind, \nand she was to find \nhim cumming inside. \n\nWoozy and aghast, \nand with lust all past, \nshe was quite downcast, \ncould *he* not have asked? \nShe remembered fast, \n'bout the second cast \nhe *had* to broadcast, \nthat they're lovers too. \n\nShe swallowed her pride, \nas friend's cum has dried, \nand tries to just hide, \nher worries inside. \n\"Well, *I* had to bide, \nand *this* dude I eyed, \nnow *make* me your bride, \nit's a swinger's suite\" \n\nDude takes her friend's place \nand they're face to face, \nshe lacks quite the grace, \nsame as in his case. \nShe picks up the pace, \nand decides to embrace, \na cock to encase \ninside her used crotch. \n\n\"You *are* kinda tight\" \ndude says not too bright, \nthough he is quite right, \nmakes *her* face all white. \nShe is in a fright, \nfinding out he might \nfake moans of delight, \ntry to fool the dude. \n\n\"You *got* a great cock\" \nshe said, not to mock, \n\"Wanna try to knock \nme up in leg lock? \nI'd carry your flock \nrock em round the block.\" \nDude is in a shock, \nsays *he* needs a break. \n\nShe finally sees, \nwhat thoughts made him freeze \nNot 'bout birds and bees, \nbut from swinging pleas. \nDude is not at ease, \nlass is at his knees, \nand *they* ask to please, \njust get all things straight. \n\n---\n\nTurns out they did too, \nfind a deal for two, \nand they barely knew, \nSwingers plan to screw. \n\"We saw what you do, \nfelt *forced* go through, \nWhat we say is true: \nthis is our debut.\" \n\nShe begins to laugh, \nat blunders of staff, \naround which they craft, \nwith prices so daft \n\"As on our behalf\" \nshe tells of the gaffe \n\"First time I took shaft \nthis must be witchcraft.\" \n\nNow laughter's abound, \nwith relief all around, \nthere *was* common ground, \nin this moment, they found. \nAs they slept, no sound \ncaused by her dude's pound, \nescaped a lass' mound: \nBy rules they weren't bound. \n\n---\n\nAnd as they awoke, \nthe four shared a joke, \nbetween lady and bloke, \nabout the strange folk \nthat run this resort, \nthat placed huge import \non the sexual sort \nthat they had ignored. \n\nA joke, they all said \nlike they hadn't all bred, \nand like that big bed, \nhadn't made a red head, \non each of their necks \nand much like a hex, \nthey all did vex, \nabout desore for sex. \n\nAnd as it came noon, \nit also came soon, \nthat they sang a new tune, \nand had the girls swoon \nas they truly did fuck, \nand cocks they all suck, \nas the stags start to buck \nand it would be their luck. \n\nThe lass had to marry, \nand she had to carry, \nbut the love didn't vary \nin a family so merry, \nAfter the trip, two by two, \nthey knew what to do, \nfor their bellies now grew \nwith love that pairs knew. \n\nAnd if it's not clear, \nof rules that are dear, \nlet *me* be sincere \nof the lesson found here. \nAsk *for* consent, \nmake *clear* what you meant, \nso *you* can prevent, \nlost lust and lament."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] What it means to be a man...
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"content": " - A macho action hero badass discovers that the cute femboy he rescued from an explosion has a bigger dick than he does. He finds himself blushing and flustered like a new recruit.\n\n - The gender merchant has come to town bearing highly advanced, never-before-seen genders, fresh from the gender groves. Our hero's masculinity is a little worn out, so he's in the market for a replacement.\n\n - The story of a loving relationship that starts out straight and cis, then they both realize they're trans, and eventually swap genders.\n\n - An alien and a robot have a conversation about the ancient human practice of \"gen-derr\" and \"Mask Ulinity\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Petplay!
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"content": "After getting a bit too competitive during a few rounds of smash bros, a busty young woman decides to up the ante a bit to get her male friend to keep playing despite his losses. He wins, he gets to strip her naked, and keep her as his sex pet for the whole weekend. She wins, she gets bragging rights, he has to pay for dinner for the next three days, and he has to tell her who he is crushing on. \n\nWhat she wasn't prepared for was for him to immediately admit that he is crushing on **HER**, which distracts her the entire game and causes her to lose. He offers to just stick to a kiss or maybe a strip tease, but she fully insists on going all the way (partially because she actually was throwing the whole time so he would dominate her.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A "clothed-male/naked-female" first-date experience (semi-public/pseudo-public) from the perspective of Natalie, a formerly kind of shy "librarian" type, coming out of her shell with some new, if slightly tentative self-confidence. Short pixie-cut hair, glasses, athletic body, b-cup (at most).
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"content": "Prologue: \n\nBrushing the sand off my feet I watched the other girls peel off their tight little bikini bottoms and the brightly coloured sports bras emblazened with the team logo, they all had fantastic bodies with firm curves and such taut, perfect skin. I let my eyes linger on my friends backside, the paleness of her skin where it was normally covered, the roundness of her cheeks, that deep crevace between them... It was funny to me thinking how happy it would make the men outside if they could just see a brief glimpse of what I was looking at.\n\nSlipping my thumbs into the waistband of my bikini I slid the elastic over my own round and juicy ass, enjoying the thought of how happy and horny it'd make all those men. I don't know why the thought was in my head but it felt wonderful knowing that I fit in with these beautiful women, that out there the men had been drooling over my body as much as any of the other girls and that they'd be just as eager to see me soaping myself up in the shower. Lifting my top off I looked down at myself proud of my pert breasts and athletic figure, letting my gaze drift down to the neatly trimmed mound between my legs and enjoying the fact it was as perfect as the rest of me before rushing towards the shower with a sudden flush of embaressment. \n\nTaking the shampoo I began to massage it into my hair unable to stop thinking about the view someone would have if they came in now, my chest shoved forwards, firm red nipples sticking out from the pale globes of pert flesh... I knew it was a strange and very vain thought but I wished I could see myself through a mans eyes, feel that lust as his eyes followed the water cascading off my body and running round my slender hips, hungrily feasting on the sight of my supple flesh, delighting in the soft curves and subtle shades.... \n\nLetting my eyes drift over the others I couldn't help but remember how intimidated I'd been by them when I'd signed up three years ago, how I'd almost bottled out because I was scared of being compared to them. I remembered how I felt the first time I walked out onto the pitch in those tight little shorts that left the fold of my butt showing, feeling all those eyes on me and knowing they wanted me... It was embaressing and a bit creepy but I couldn't lie to myself it was a wonderful feeling and one I soon got very used to. I'd never admit it to anyone but I've come to love parading myself in front of the drooling men, bending and sticking my butt out pretending to be focused on the game.\n\nMy hands slid over my body soaping myself up in a sensual daze, caressing my breasts and squeezing them between my fingers. Cupping and massaging my butt, spreading my cheeks so the water could cascade between them. \n'Someone on your mind?' Gemma asked with a soft laugh, suddenly snapping back to reality a deep blush sprung to my cheeks and I stammered an excuse. Trying to change the subject I made a bit of conversation about the game as I rinsed and raced out of there to get dressed as fast as I could, Gem made a joke about who's the lucky guy but I assured her again I just had a lot on my mind, she smirked 'k, well he better be hot!' \n\nAs soon as I got home I stripped and lay on my bed with my hand down between my legs and teasing myself into a horny frenzy. A big wet post match orgasm was starting to become a solid tradition for me. My fingertip slid into my slit and began teasing my most sensitive spots as I remembered all the guys that'd been gawping at me. This time was a little different, I kept imagining one of them getting so horny and hungry for more he sneeks into the dressing room and hides so he can watch me undress and soap myself in the shower, my pussy burning with excitement as I imgine him seeing it glistening and perfect... I wanted to catch sight of him hiding, pretend I didn't know he's there while I pose and perform, driving him absolutely wild with lust! Teasing my clit with one hand and rubbing my pussy with the other I gave myself a wonderful orgasm, my whole body shaking and twitching.\n\nOne was never going to be enough when I was that horny, I took my toy and sat at my laptop with my legs spread so I could gently work it into my tight pussy while I looked up some new sex stories. One that got my attention was about a woman's first time on a nude beach so I got into a nice long session teasing myself with the vibrator sliding it over my sensitive little pussy and working myself with it nice and gently while reading various nude beach fantasies - some of which were really sexy and very erotic. I don't know how many orgasms I'd had but I was still hungry for more, out of fascinated curiosity I began to see if there were any nude beaches near me and began to learn as much as I could about them. \n\nThere was something strange that came up though, I was looking at a gallery of pictures from a woman that visted the beaches regularly when I saw few images of her all made up like she was going to a formal ball, except she was totally naked. Hair, make-up, long lace gloves... All incredibly elegant and well styled, even the little strip of trimmed hair above her pussy was tailored to fit the style and her breasts were lightly powdered - there was no doubt the caption 'my dinner outfit' was supposed to suggest that she was really going to dinner like that but of course I couldn't for a second believe it was true. It stayed in my mind though as I looked through her other pictures, if she'd happy to be photographed naked on the beach and share the pictures on the internet then why wouldn't she eat dinner naked? It open up so many questions though and it got me so wildly horny thinking about all the possible answers. \n\nI'd put my toy down a while ago and I was thinking about getting something to eat as it was already way latter than my normal dinner time but I just couldn't stop reading through all these exhibitionist fantasies. There were several great stories revolving around naked dinner parties, I enjoyed one with an attractive young-woman offered extra pay to serve the guests naked especially the way they leered at her and ogled her sexy body. Then I found something very interesting, one of the friends of the nudest woman had an a sexstory that was made to look like an advert. It was looking for women to attend a CMNF Dinner party at an expensive resturant, it was kinda dumb but really well written and they even had a real website but the things it described were so unbelievibly sexy it was obviously all just a fantasy, though such a good one I had to reach for my toy and finish the night with a few more big orgasms. \n\nIt was still on my mind when I woke up the next morning, I couldn't help but look over the website again and even though it was obviously all just a fantasy I was fascinated. Firstly there were no pictures at all, none evidence that any of these events was real, no real details but plenty of very sexy prose, and the whole set up was right out of a sexstory - of course I didn't believe that if I filled in the form I'd be matched with suitible partners willing to pay for the entire night... There #was# a form though and I really wanted to know what would happen if I filled it out....\n\nPart One : The Screening Process \n\ncoming soon....."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The evil queen rubbed her fingers through the hero's hair as she sipped the wine from her glass, "You are such a good little boy, aren't you? I hope you don't mind me destroying all good that exist". The hero only nodded with glee - the abuse from the outside world drove him to this.
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"content": "\"Please, your highness\" The hero began to plead.\n\n\"Mommy...\"\n\n\"I-\" She continued to run her hands through his hair. He lay naked on all fours at the base of her throne, enraptured by her body. What a fool he'd been.\n\n\"Call me mommy now, my good little boy, and only then will I hear you.\"\n\n\"Your high- momm...\" Had he really fallen so far? The journey had been grueling and thankless. Selfish peasants giving him pointless fool's errands to slay neighbors and dodge taxes. He never felt like a hero.\n\nBut at the feet of his mistress, he felt like her's.\n\n\"Mommy, must you destroy all good in the world? What about me?\"\n\nThe queen spread her legs, her command to lick and listen. He obeyed his goddess without question. Her womanhood tasted of corrupting evil, but the sweetest nectar he'd ever enjoyed. \n\nShe rubbed his scalp. \"I will. You will be mommy's obedient pet. No longer keeping greedy kings in power, you will have only one queen to worship!\" He heard but wasn't listening. Too fixed on pleasing her to care anymore about the question he had posed. \n\n\"And think of all the fun we will have. No longer will you need to dress up as a gallant hero. You will wear only what I tell you to, say what I command you to, think what I wish you to. Your little head will no longer need to be filled with the problems of petty people in a petty world.\"\n\nIt was all too good to be true. He wanted to be a pet for his queen. Stripped of his choices and dignity if it pleased his mistress. He saw now his quest all along had been to lay at her feet and be her obedient dog. \n\nA commander stepped in to notify the queen that the invasion had begun. The free cities of the world were falling one by one, and soon she would rule it all. As he brought his mommy to climax he couldn't feel prouder."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slow burn diary/log
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"content": "Day one: The monster came to my town, he didn't destroy buildings he didn't even break our fence. He terrified me, I heard the legends of the Wolf men but seeing the large monster was another thing. He towered over most men and only wore a simple armband that marked him as a newly accepted pack member. \n\nThe women were paraded out. None were accepted. I felt my heart catch in my throat. The last time that happened we lost almost half of our population in an attack. Then the men were brought out, I was brought before them. The wolf walked down the line not as a scary predator but more like a unsure teen picking out clothes. Then he stood in front of me, I could smell his hot breath. It was so dog like and my fear had me confused that I just reach out and stroked his head. Hey if I was gonna die, I wanted to pet the damn wolf. I got selected.\n\n\nDay Two : The monster came to get me. I expected to be carted off kicking and screaming like the women but the beast simply showed up. He entered my room, picked up all my things and put them on a cart. Then he sat me on the cart and lifted the whole thing like it was a single plank of wood. \n\nDay three: I expected to be in one of the many caves overlooking the town but instead I was in a small tent on the mountain. Two dozen Werewolves barked and growled at the one who claimed me. A few heads tilted in curiousity as they pointed at my crotch. I'm guessing the wolfman didn't care for someone who couldn't bear children. Maybe I'll get sent home?\n\nDay four: The Wolfman came into my tent, he gently plucked my clothes off and stared at me. I wanted to piss myself. I started to curl into a ball on the other side of the tent but he grabbed me and pulled me against him. Claws that could tear apart men in a single swipe were being used to play with my cock. The soft pads and fur felt great against my skin and the cool air made me snuggle closer to his fur. I came quickly and he seemed content. I shivered from the feeling of a huge canine cock pressed against my back. I'm pretty sure he plans to put that in my ass. I'm gonna die being ass fucked by a monster. Shit.\n\nDay five: A woman was brought into the camp, unlike the women from my village this one was dressed in fine furs and glowed with many blessings. The wolfmen paid her respect as she came to inspect me. She looked at me and laughed. \"Oh boy of the village. This pup wants to know your name. He offers his name, It translates to Moon-Moon.\" I gave her my name and she growled something to my captor. He seemed excited and with great effort managed to say : \"Eric.\" \n\nThat's when things got scary, the woman slammed her staff against Moon-Moon head with enough force to draw blood. She turned the staff around and stabbed it into my chest. I felt it enter my heart and it slid out with no damage to my body. \"Moon-Moon is the fool of his pack. They would not allow him to breed but rules dictate he has a packmate of his blood. You will be the lowest among them but Moon-Moon is the fool and even a fool need friends.\"\n\nDay Six: I awoke on the grass, my head ached and my chest felt like it was on fire. I crawl to all fours and found my arms were shaggy even in the night air I could see as well as twilight. A smell caught my attention, I ran toward it. It smell exciting. It smelled right. A figure in the grass, crouched over a bunny. It was eating the tiny meal. I pounced, I felt the figure whine and try to fight me off. The figure was weak. It was a wolfman. My thoughts were addled but something said I could beat this small creature. We fought and I managed to pin it down. I pulled it's tail up and slipped myself inside. A smell came from it, a fear response. The smell drew more wolfmen. Why were they so tiny? I didn't care they wouldn't stop me from claiming my prize. I won! I continued to thrust myself inside of my prized until I was spent. The smell of fear spread from most of the wolfmen while I closed my eyes to nap on top of my submissive.\n\nDay seven: I woke up and pulled myself out of a shivering wolfman. It was moon moon. He looked at me with naked fear. Why? I learned as soon as I stood up. I was almost twice his height, my body was covered in black and brown fur. Moon-Moon rolled over and exposed his belly to me. \"What are you doing?\" I asked. In my head I said the words in perfect human tongue but my mouth let out a series of soft huffs and howls. \n\n\"Please be more gentle.\" He whined, \"I hoped at least you would be kind to me. I wanted to be a good sire.\"\n\nThat broke my heart. I apologized to him. He seemed less afraid almost instantly. I quickly learned that most wolfmen wear their emotions on their furry sleeves. \"What did you do to me?\" \n\n\"Every Forest blessed gets a single direct sire when he is accepted as an adult. My sire deemed me unworthy to breed but he cannot prevent me from choosing my own sire. I chose you.\" Moon-moon looked down. \"Your pack said that you were single, unmarried, unvowed, unblooded, and lacked a trade. They thought of you as disposable. You were the Moon-Moon of your tribe.\"\n\nDid this guy really use his OWN name as an insult? \n\n\"Why am I so big?\" I asked noting the curious wolfmen that would stalk in and out of the edges of my vision.\n\n\"The sire process tends to cover for the weakness of the sire. I am very smart but I am weak because my sire was strong but stupid. You are very strong because your sire is Moon-Moon. Though to dominate your own sire before you were fully transformed is considered the deep insult to a wolfmen. You are now above me in the pecking order until I can beat you.\" Moon-moon smiled a warm smile at me. \n\nDay Eight: Moon-moon woke me with a full deer, a handful of vegtables and washed my fur while I slept. I was dragged to a hunt by the Alpha. I am bigger than him and probably stronger but watching him decapitate a dragon mid fire spit let me know that I should NEVER challenge him.\n\n\"Eric. Moon-Moon is going to hold you back. As a higher ranking member you can force him to stay at home during pack hunts. While you don't have a pregnant female yet, he is less useful than that.\" A Beta named Sun-killer told me. \n\nMoon-Moon told me about the worst bullies he dealt with. Sun-killer had once tried to drown him by leading him to water with Lake spiders in it. Sun-killer was on my shit list but I'd wait to see what I could do about it.\n\nDay Nine: I woke to the smell of sex. It's hard to explain it in human terms but wolfmen give off four sexual scents. Male Dominant : This is a male looking to fuck anything near by. Male Submissive : This is male offering sex to anything near by. Female Dominant : This is a female seeking the strongest male. Female Submissive : This is a female seeking a packmate to start a new pack with. My tent as practically soaked with male submissive scent. Moon-Moon was practically glaring at me while the scent poured form his body. Unlike dogs, wolfmen have a lot more scent glands. \n\n\"Are you okay?\" I asked the Moon-Moon.\n\n\"Would you like to take me again? Maybe a lot more gently?\" Moon-Moon leaned in and licked my face.\n\n\"Didn't that hurt?\" I asked.\n\n\"Well it was my first time and I was eating, and you beat me up before hand. I was scared that you were so upset with your position that you'd kill me.\" Moon-Moon admitted.\n\n\"Moon... Seriously why is your confidence so shit? You are a badass wolfman.\" I asked.\n\nMoon-Moon smiled weakly, \"Moon-Moon is a derogatory name. The idea of two moons in the sky is stupid. I am not a hunter like most of my kin, I was sold to them from my own mother because she didn't want another mouth to feed. You are the first friend I've had ever, I don't know what I'm doing but I want you to like me.\"\n\nBy the golden Gods, this was killing my mood. \"Okay. As of today, I'm not calling you Moon-Moon. You are now Moonbeam. In the village I come from the moon is considered a protector. Being in the moon light is a sign of good luck.\" \n\n\"I'm good luck?\" He asked.\n\n\"My friend, I'm a twelve foot tall wolf monster with a cock the size of my former human arm. If that isn't good luck I don't know what is.\" I pulled him closer, \"Also I never had sex before and I kinda expected you to rape me to death because you kept rubbing your dick on my small human back.\"\n\nMoonbeam looked horrified, \"No I just wanted you to get comfortable. I mean I didn't know how to ask you to put it in my butt when we couldn't speak. I didn't want to rape my friend. Even the women brought here don't get raped, they usually get bit and transformed. They pick their own mates.\"\n\nMy village definitely has the wrong impression of our neighbors. I felt a little aggressive and I wanted to get a bit of practice with this body. \"How about we play a game? We go to the top of the mountain and race to my home village. The first one there gets to stick it into the slower one.\"\n\nMoonbeam tilted his head, \"You could just order me to do anything. You don't own me but I am your subordinate in rank.\"\n\n\"You could have just assfucked me from the time you pick me. Not like human me could fight off a nine foot furball of muscle.\" I counter.\n\nMoonbeam grinned, \"I'm glad I picked you.\" \n\nDay Ten: My ass hurts. Moonbeam is a fast little bastard. I'm going to town and buying some lotions until I get fast enough to beat him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You develop an app that can control someone else’s life. You can warp someone else’s world with a swipe of your finger.
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"content": "Okay, listen. I know what your thinking, alright? \"AGGH this PERVERT son of a bitch wants to make girls finger themselves or guys jack themselves in public for his own amusement and pleasure\", right? That's everyone's first assumption. \n\nAdmittedly, having developed this app when I was 16, I was doing pretty much that. Although, usually to make my girlfriend, who wasn't very touchy mind you, snuggle and cuddle with me for hours on end, and occasionally straddle me like an animal (with infertility to boot) and leave my place with no memory of it at all.\n\nBut that changed. Boy, did it change.\n\nThe first time I really processed what I had created was when my best friend Christian ended up comatose after a nasty car crash. At this point I had all but forgotten about the app. It was still installed on my phone as well as packaged in a hefty Python file of Code on my computer, but I had pushed it into the further recesses of my mind for some odd reason.\n\nAnyways, Christians Girlfriend at the time, this awesome brunette who I am still friends with to this day named Jolene, was considering cutting it off, and with good reason; he had been in a coma for roughly 2 and a half years at that point. It was taking a toll on me too. I was worried about him, visiting the hospital every other day for months. \n\nOne day, I got home, flipped on my computer, and went to my little workspace in Python as a Programmer and UX Designer. \n\nThen, I saw that file. a Scripting source file named 'tool\\_for\\_Katrina.html.'\n\nThis massive file with 2 inches of digital dust and grime on it, left not cashed and untouched for about 8 years at that point, bearing the name of the only person that it was intended for. But then I got curious. Besides cuddles and sex, could it actually prompt something more?\n\nSo I pulled out my old notes from 10th grade, a mixture of Hand-Written notebook paper and Windows Notepad files, and freshened myself up on how it worked: a combination of code prompts, various pheromonal and chemical solutions, and a whole lotta Aerosol.\n\nAround a month of work later, I return to that same hospital room with a finished product. All the original function is still there, but with a new function. I called it \"The Staying Solution.\" If it worked, it would positively influence a person's attachment to someone else, sexual, mutual, affectionate or otherwise. Specifically the person that they were most thinking about. I used it the next time I went to Christians hospital room when I knew Jolene was going to be there, and I struck.\n\nAnd to my surprise, it actually worked. Jolene told me that she changed her mind within a week of my spray-down.\n\nAnd to top it all off, Christian would awaken not two months later, and allegedly as soon as he was out of the hospital for recovery and rehabilitation, he and Jolene had one of the best nights of love they've ever had. To this day, he still is astounded at Jolene's loyalty and integrity during the whole process.\n\nThis occurrence really got me thinking. What ways could I use this for other's benefit?\n\n***Part 2 in the works!***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Gay TF, go wild!
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"content": " - he's straight, but he's been cursed so that any woman he falls in love with turns into a guy. He's learning to work with it.\n\n - I've been abducted by were-femboys in heat, who wish to spread their curse\n\n - Transformers fanfic! Rewind & Chromedome go on a date! Starscream seduces Bumblebee and gives him a lesson in negotiating with an adversary\n\n - Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde are in love. They write each other secret letters, secretly wondering if they'll ever be able to hold each other.\n\n - Pokemon, but with boyfriends. Your loyal twinkmander just needs a few more sexperience points to evolve into Hunkizard. Are you man enough to help him out?\n\n - At first, your robot boyfriend was little more than a chat bot on your computer. You upgraded him to a talking roomba, then a cute little robot buddy. Now, you've got your hands on a military android chassis, and his birthday's coming up. Why not show him what he can do with a human body."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You know someone was sheltered when at 18 years old, they still don't know the difference between male and female parts. You're obliged to help her learn.
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"content": "Peter walked up to his neighbor’s door, carrying a stack of movies, bags of microwave popcorn, soda, and various other snacks. He awkwardly moved his foot up to ring the doorbell.\n\n“Coming!”\n\nA older woman, looking to in about her late 30s or early 40s opened the door. \n\n“Oh, Peter. Glad your here. Steven and I were just about to leave.”\n\nShe grabbed the load he was carrying, moving it to the couch. Peter sighed in relive before walking through the door. \n\n“Thanks Mrs J. By the way, where’s Eve?”\n\n“Oh, that reminds me. There’s something Steven and I wanted to talk to you about.”\n\nA older man walked out of the kitchen, adjusting his watch.\n\n“Oh, Peter, glad you’re here early. There’s something we needed to tell you before we go to eat tonight.”\n\n“I already said that part.”\n\n“I thought you wanted me to tell him.”\n\nThe older man interjected and walked down towards them as he spoke, moving his hands around to add energy to his question. \n\n“No I said- Ok, we’ll both tell him.”\n\n“But who should start?”\n\n“Mrs J, isn’t your reservation in an hour, you two should probably get going soon.”\n\nThe older women turned to see him with a slightly nervous smile on her face. \n\n“Ok. Peter. How much did your mom tell you about Eve’s situation?”\n\n“I know she grew up in a...” Peter paused for a moment to think about his next phrase.\n\n“A cult.”\n\nThe older woman turned to her husband. “Now we don’t call it a cult, that’s overly negative. It was a alternative religious commune. We don’t want Eve to internalize any latened trauma.”\n\n“Maggie she even thinks it’s a cult.”\n\n“Ok, let’s drop it. *ahem* Now, my Sister joined a Alternative Religious Organization when Eve was 3 and moved into a commune, so she basically grew up there. She’s a little sheltered. She’s been trying to acclimate to everything and we were worried about leaving her alone what with Stacy off at summer camp and Jenna having a sleepover.”\n\n“So thanks for babysitting.”\n\n“It’s not baby sitting, she’s 18.”\n\n“Then why did you offer Peter 20 bucks to watch her?”\n\n“It’s demeaning Steven, if you say things like that you’ll hurt her self esteem.”\n\n“Maggie can we not with the pop psychology for one day-\n\n“It’s not pop psychology, it’s facts Steven-“\n\n“I just want a nice night where your crazy sister and her baggage doesn’t-“\n\n“Eve is not baggage, she’s our-“\n\nPeter cleared his throat loudly, drawing the couple’s attention away from their bickering.\n\n“Listen Mr and Mrs J, I got the gist. It’s not babysitting, I’d didn’t even charge. I’m just here trying to get to know a new neighbor.”\n\nMaggie walked over and hugged Peter on the neck. \n\n“That’s right. You’re such a saint. You know the drill, numbers on the fridge. We’ll be back in about 8 hours give or take. There’s money for a pizza or something on the counter. Have fun.” \n\nMaggie walked to the car while Steven walked up beside Peter. \n\n“Listen, you’re a good kid, I trust you with our kids, but I still gotta say it. Don’t try anything funny with her.”\n\n“What do you mean?”\n\n“You know what I mean. You’re the same age, you’ll be alone all night. I know what I would do when I was your age. But her head is already screwed on crooked, don’t do anything that you wouldn’t want us knowing about.”\n\nSteven patted him on the back before walking to the car and firing up the engine. Peter heard the sound of a load engine and a distant bickering ad the car drove away before he shit the door. He had already known that Eve was sheltered, that’s why he brought the movies. He knew she was wanting to watch a bunch of popular movies so she could get the references. But they hearing those two talk about her made him worried. He’d only seen her a couple times, once two weeks ago when she came home in the Jone’s van looking like a 60’s housewife with dirt all over her dress and once a couple nights ago when she came over for diner with barely any conversation. \n\n“What did I get myself into.”\n\nHe heard the sound of a door closing and feet clashing against the wood of the stairs. He looked up to see a young blonde woman with hazel eyes wearing a knee length sundress dress walking dynamically down the steps that made her look almost like she was dancing. She bobbed her head up and down slightly as a set of headphones clung strenuously to her ears. She hummed along with the song as a melodious whisper flew past her lips. \n\n“I’m still standin better than I ever did...”\n\nHer eyes popped up and started down at Peter. She clicked a button what looked to be a new phone and pulled the headphones off before finishing her walk down the stairs, jumping past the last step and running up to him. She grabbed him into a hug that placed them almost claustrophobically close together and help them there for a oddly long time. \n\n“Peter! I’m so glad you came over tonight!”\n\n“No problem.”\n\nPeter tried to step away for a second or two before Eve got the hint and let go.\n\n“Did you bring those movies? I told Sis- I mean Mrs- Aunt Maggie that I wanted to catch up on some.”\n\n“Yeah. I grabbed some of my favorites. If you don’t like any though we can skip them.”\n\n“No, i’m fine. I want to see what everyone is talking about.” \n\nShe walked over to the couch and looked over the stack of the dozen or so movies Peter brought. \n\n“Wow, I can’t believe this many movies came out since I was born. Crazy!”\n\nPeter looked at her inquisitively for a moment, processing what she just said before saying anything, choosing his words carefully.\n\n“Uh, that’s not all of them. Just a bunch I had. There are, like a hundred movies a year.”\n\n“What, one hundred! Wow, I did have some catching up to do. Oh, well. At least it should be fun.”\n\nShe made a slightly awkward smile trying to hide obvious embarrassment.\n\n“Anyway... I’ll go pop the popcorn, you pick a movie. Something fun.”\n\nA bit of apprehension came over him, wondering what he should pick. If what her uncle said was right she might not be able to handle everything. \n\n“Ok... but I kinda have to ask. What rating are you comfortable with?”\n\nHe said trying to phrase the question without being patronizing. She turned around after hitting the button on the microwave and starting the process of popping the bag. \n\n“Um, the best one?”\n\n“No I mean- *Uggg*, are you ok with swearing or a lot of action?”\n\n“Swearing? Oh you mean words we aren’t suppose to say. Don’t worry i’m fine, I’ve been saying things like crap and damn since I came here. Trying to sound more... cool or whatever.”\n\nPeter let out a nervous exhale and grabbed his copy of Star Wars Episode 4. \n\n%#%#"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As lab workers developing a military-grade aphrodisiac, all of you breathe in a lot of fumes.
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"content": "\"Ugh, you've gone into overtime again haven't you?\" My boss spoke between grunts, I knew she was upset at me for exceeding the allowed hours in the lab, but this project was critical, and the General was breathing down our necks.\n\n\"Uh, huh,\" I managed to grunt out not really focused on what she was saying. Inside my head I was trying to focus on the chemical composition of the latest aerosolized sample, but it had gotten really hard to think. Well, that wasn't the only thing that had gotten hard either.\n\nI thrust forward pushing my ridged cock into my boss's warm wet cunt. The aphrodisiac compounds that had been slowly building up in my blood had caused it to become hard as steel. The skirt of her business attire had been roughly shoved up around her waist and I had torn off her panties like a beast. They were somewhere in shreds around the lab. \n\n\"Oh, fuck!\" My boss moaned and whimpered grinding her hips back against my throbbing prick. She was wet, much more than usual and the analytical part of my brain separated from my beastial carnal urges wondered about her hours as she seemed much more aroused than usual. \"Not so hard, you're going to break my tight pussy!\"\n\nI grunted and reached forward my fingers digging into the dirty blonde bun she wore her hair in. I forced her back on my cock dying for release as my body forcefully ravaged hers. Her large breasts were crushed against the desk as I pounded her from behind, the wet sound of my cock ramming her cunt filling the lab. Two other workers were ignoring us. They must have just been starting their shifts because neither was even masterbating. Was it the morning shift already? I had lost track of time.\n\nMy aphrodisiac soaked bloodstream had still allowed me to ignore the other two workers in the lab because they were both male, but when my curvy boss had walked in I had lost it. Even when not under the effects of weaponized aphrodisiac I would have lusted for her. She was older than me by almost twenty years, the mother of three, and a brilliant biochemist but none of that mattered. What did matter was her full succulent tits, wide motherly hips, and slightly chubby round ass. I'd masturbated to thoughts of her after my first interview, long before I had been put on the project.\n\nNow, whenever the dosage built up in my system we ended up like this. Her bent over or pushed down and used to satisfy my urges. The first time I had done it I thought I would be fired for misconduct, but she had licked my cock clean and sent me home for the aphrodisiac to wear off. When it happened again she had smiled and stuck her fingers in her pussy after I finished and licked the resulting mess up slowly. \n\nThe intelligent part of me soon realized that as my hours wore on and I got more and more exposed to the fumes she was always the only female on shift when I needed release. I had raped her dozens of times over the last six months and she had cum screaming each time. The fact that she was married and I was almost half her age was easy to ignore if we blamed the project.\n\nI reflected inwardly on all this and how strange it was that the rational mind still functioned while the body was under the influence of the aphrodisiac even as I pumped a thick load of baby batter into her tight cunt. She squirmed against me, hips trying to milk the cum as she too shuddered and screamed in delight.\n\nMy throbbing erection wasn't sated by a single round however, and my eyes focused on her round plump ass. I could see a glistening lubrication on her rear entrance further telling me she had expected this outcome. I pulled my cock from her pussy with a wet slurp, then forced the head against her well lubricated but still tight ass.\n\nAs she began to whimper and groan from the intrusion the two other techs in the lab shook their heads. One even put in headphones. I sympathized with him but honestly the sooner I blew three or four more loads in my boss the sooner I could go home to sleep off the chemicals and enjoy the weekend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Jim has a special power: His cock changes reality for who sees it.
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"content": "My pitch would play on the idea of his cock having a mind of its own, ie he has little control of the power. He's had weird things happen in the past, so he tries to stay covered up, but then something happens to expose him (maybe a pantsing if you want a karmic element)\n\nOr along those lines he decides to go to the next level with a partner, trying to warn them ahead of time but they of course can't fully prepare themselves for the madness that ensues."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Rule 34 fanfiction prompts.
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"content": "*Serena wants to be bred*\n\nSkyrim 34.\n\nhttps://i.redd.it/1px5zvumudd41.jpg\n\n(I had this prompt in mind with the Dragonborn being a vampire. But feel free to do it how you want.)\n\nSerena, being a pure blood vampire, she is one of the few creatures of the night capable of carrying a child. She knows she wants to bear children. But most vampire suitors are either plotting something for their own gain, or can’t think past their next feeding.\n\nExcept of course for her long time companion and close friend, the Dragonborn...\n\nBut how does she ask him this? She’s repressed her feelings for him out of fear of ending up like her parents. But on the other hand, the thought of his seed filling up her pussy is just so tempting..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought she'd swing by where her boyfriend was hanging out and surprise him with a blowjob or a quickie just for fun, saying she had a "special treat" for him. When he said it wasn't cool for her to interrupt unless she brought enough for everyone, she just shrugged and smiled...
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"content": "\n**Only if you bring enough for everyone XD**\n\nShe smiled and tucked her phone back into her purse. She picked up her keys, hopped in her car, headed off. Her boyfriend was hot and sweet, but he could be so naive sometimes. She found it rather cute, and little did he know he just set up a fantasy of hers. She pulled into the driveway of his friends house, checked herself in the mirror, and headed in. \n\n“Hey Trevor why didn’t you tell us Lola was popping in?”\n\n“Hi Mark. It was a last minute surprise. I have a treat I wanted to give Trevor.”\n\n“Oooh well well Miss Nasty, he’s right through those doors. “\n\n“Thank you.”\n\nShe walked into the back room. Two of Trevors friends were seated on the couch playing an old video game, while Trevor and another friend sat behind them watching. \n\n“Hey babe.” Trevor said with a smile and waved her over. \n\nShe smiled and wrapped her around s his neck and leaned in close to his ear. \n\n“I brought you a treat...”\n\n“Did you bring enough for everyone?”\n\nHis friends chuckled a little and a devilish smirk grew on her face. \n\n“Would you be ok with me sharing this treat with your friends babe?”\n\nHis face turned red as her hand gently caressed the crotch of his jeans. \n\n“Oh Trevor please say yes...”\n\nFive of them laughed, Trevor just sort of smirked and whispered to his girlfriend. \n\n“Would you mind?”\n\n“Babe really?”\n\n“You don’t have to, we can just go out back or some-“\n\nShe kisses his cheek and stands up. \n\n“Trevor one of my biggest fantasies is having multiple guys at once. If you’re cool with it, I am too.”\n\nTrevor smirked a little and kissed Lola on the lips. \n\n“Fellas?”\n\nTo the surprise of no one his friends eagerly agreed except for one, who just flashed his engagement ring and continued with his game. Lola rubbed his shoulder as the others gathered in a circle around her and dropped their pants. \n\nLola took two in her hands and one in her mouth and went to work. She sucked, slobbered, and stroked on every guys cock in equal measure, making sure everyone got a satisfying turn. One by one she took loads on her face, in her mouth, and to her slight annoyed in her hair. Except for Trevors. With his friends satisfied, she smirked at him and stood up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. Then in a flash the couple were off to a guest room upstairs to finish each other off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Your Special other wanted to try out being fucked blindfolded and you obliged their request
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"content": "It was just me and my SO for the night. We were both in the mood, and she asked if I would be willing to blindfold her so we could try it. Of course I said yes. So she pulled a blindfold from her top drawer. It looked a lot like a sleep mask, but it said “love” on it. After putting it on, I kissed her lips. She seemed a little surprised, but that was only because she couldn’t see it coming, or anything I did. I ran my finger up her neck to her cheek, causing her to face that way, then I kissed the other side, again surprising her. She moaned ever so slightly as she confessed that the teasing was hotter because she couldn’t anticipate what was coming. I placed my lips softly on hers, then spanked her. She failed to contain her moan. I removed her shirt and bra and began to kiss her nipples. I then swirled her nipples with my fingers and gave her a surprise kiss on her lips. She told me how wet she was and begged me to fuck her. So, I removed her pants and panties and kissed her wet pussy. She squirmed a little while a soft moan escaped her lips. I backed off a little and just waited. She squirmed a little and asked what I was planning. I then kissed her lips and gave her nipples a little flick. I then kissed each nipple, before subbing her pussy with my fingers. Then I inserted my dick and began to thrust. She grabbed the bedsheet as she moaned. After she came, I pulled out my cock and placed it on her cheek. She opened her mouth to receive my cock, but I instead kissed her lips as I came over her chest. She told me my deception was evil, but she enjoyed it. She removed her blindfold and we fell asleep in each other’s arms."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Slime girls are uniquely suited for work at Fertility Clinics as they can extract, store, and administer samples quite effectively. Hearing about this, Loocy is about to start her first day...
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"content": "Lucy could barely contain herself as she stepped through the door to the clinic. She couldn't wait for her first day at her new job. She walked up to the reception desk, struggling to keep her smile human-sized as she made eye contact with the catgirl sitting at the desk. \n\"Hello, my name is Lucy,\" she said, \"I'm supposed to start working here today.\" \n\"Yep,\" the receptionist said, \"I'll just pull up your paperwork, and... you're good to go.\" \nThe catgirl held out her hand, presenting Lucy with an ID card and nametag. \n\"You're starting in room 23,\" she continued, \"have a great first day.\" \n\"Thank you, I will.\" \nLucy fused her legs into a blob-like form and slithered towards room 23. She slipped through the crack beneath the door, reforming on the other side without even turning the knob. The room was fairly plain looking, furnished simply with a bed, a soft bench, and a small table with a lamp on it. There was also a TV on the wall opposite the head of the bed, and a rack of girly magazines. Lucy took a seat on the bench, her purple form bouncing slightly as she waited.\n\nShe heard the door handle click and saw a young man in a plain t-shirt and jeans step into the room, carrying a clipboard. \n\"Hi, my name is Lucy,\" she said with a smile, \"I'm here to help you with your sperm donation.\" \n\"Um... hi,\" the man said, \"my name is... Mason.\" \n\"Nice to meet you, Mason,\" she said, \"just let me know how you'd like to do this.\" \n\"I'm gonna be honest I... I wasn't expecting someone to help me. I thought I would just be rubbing it out myself, you know?\" \n\"Well, that is always an option, but I'm here to help you in any way you want or need.\" \n\"Now, when you say 'any way'...\" \n\"I mean any way.\" \nMason set the clipboard down and took a moment to check Lucy out. Translucent purple flesh aside, she looked like a rather plain young woman. Only about 5'3\", with bob-cut hair, an almost perfectly flat chest, and only the slightest bit of flare in the hips. \n*Come on, man,* he thought, *are you really gonna turn down free pussy?* \n\"Do I have... other options for help?\" he hazarded. \n\"Would you rather have someone more attractive?\" Lucy asked. \n\"I don't mean to offend you or anything, just...\" \n\"Not offended at all. Just describe what you'd like and we can accommodate your preferences.\" \n\"Okay, uh... I'd like someone with more in the back, if you know what I'm talking about.\" \n\"Of course.\" \n\"And, maybe a narrower waist? That or wider hips, I'm good either way.\" \n\"Yep, definitely.\" \n\"And taller, if that's possible. At least as tall as me.\" \n\"We can manage that, sure. Anything else?\" \n\"Maybe a bit bigger in the chest? Nothing too drastic, just enough for me to grab onto. That'll be it, though.\" \n\"Okay, I'll get right on that.\" \nLucy walked over to the intercom on the wall and pushed the button. \n\"Yeah, I'm gonna need 25,000 cc's in here,\" she said into the mic. \n\"What are you talking about?\" Mason asked. \nLucy opened up a panel in the wall, pulling out a hose which she then inserted into the small of her back. She let out a pleasant hum as her body began to change. The top of her head rose up inch by inch as her bottom began to fill out. Her hips widened and her ass ballooned outward, giving her a distinctly pear-shaped body. Her chest expanded outward, creating a definite curve where none existed before as her eye level rose above Mason's. As she stopped growing upwards, her \"hair\" grew past shoulder length, and the shape of scrubs gave way to that of a nude woman. Lucy looked down at Mason and saw the shape of his erect member pressed against his thigh. With a smile, she pulled the hose from her back and walked over to him. \n\"Now,\" she said in a sultry tone, \"how would you like to deposit your load?\" \n\"Uh... can I, uh... do it u-u-...-up your butt?\" \n\"Why of course.\" \nLucy bent over the foot of the bed, presenting her thick cheeks to Mason. He was entranced by the sight as he removed his pants. Lucy's arms stretched out behind her, and she grabbed Mason by the hips. She pulled him towards her, causing his erect cock to squish into the slime between her cheeks. Mason couldn't help but moan loudly as he felt her inside. It felt like a butthole, but it was sliding up and down his length without either of their hips moving. He braced his hands on her, his fingertips sinking into her gelatinous flesh. Lucy's head twisted around to flash a smile at him, and he felt something new. Something brushed against his tip, something that felt like a tongue. \n\"Oh my God!\" he gasped. \n\"Feel good?\" she asked. \n\"Feels... weird, but... so good!\" \nLucy's arm stretched out towards him, and she grabbed onto his sack with her hand. He felt the slime spreading, completely enveloping his balls as she continued to stimulate his cock. She began to gently fondle his nuts, sending waves across the sack. Mason's hands drifted up Lucy's body, making their way up to her armpits before reaching the limits of his arms. In response, Lucy lifted her torso up, bending her back in a seemingly impossible way, which allowed his hands to wrap around to her chest. He grabbed hold of her perky mounds, squeezing them tightly as he moaned even louder than before. \n\"Lucy, I'm... I'm gonna...\" \nLucy nodded at Mason's words before picking her feet up off the floor. She wrapped her legs around Mason's hips, fusing them together to hold him in place as he came. He could see large globs of his jizz shooting out from his tip and into Lucy's transparent midsection. As soon as he stopped cumming, Lucy released him from her grip and reverted to her previous form, albeit now over a foot taller. \n\"Thank you so much for your donation, Mason,\" she said with a smile as she picked up the clipboard, \"I'm going to go deposit this sample. Just let me sign here, and... done. Give this to the receptionist, she'll see that you get paid.\" \n\"Um, thanks,\" Mason said as he pulled his pants back up. \nHe took the clipboard out of Lucy's hand, then she power-walked out the door.\n\nJennifer sat on an exam table, dressed in nothing but a hospital gown, drumming her fingers as she waited for... something. She didn't know what. The door opened, and Lucy stepped in, ducking slightly as she slipped through the doorframe. \n\"Hi, you must be Jennifer,\" she said, \"I'm Lucy, and I'm here to help you with your insemination.\" \n\"Hello, Lucy,\" Jennifer said, \"I'll be honest, I'm... not entirely sure how this works.\" \n\"Not to worry, you don't have to do anything. I've already got the sperm sample inside of me, I just need to get inside of you to deposit it.\" \n\"Oh.\" \n\"Yeah, sometimes the information packets can be a little hard to read. If you'd rather do this another way...\" \n\"No, no, it's... it's fine, just a bit of a surprise.\" \n\"Okay then. Just lie back, put your legs in the stirrups, and I'll take care of everything.\" \nJennifer laid back against the exam table and set her legs up as Lucy instructed. Lucy lowered her torso down to look up the gown and saw a clear path to Jennifer's pussy. She reformed her hand into a vaguely phallic shape and inserted it into the waiting hole. \n\"Let me know if this gets uncomfortable,\" Lucy said. \n\"You're good,\" Jennifer said, biting her lip to stifle the instinctive moan. \nLucy continued to slide her arm deeper until she reached the cervical opening. \n\"Okay, I'm gonna deposit the semen now,\" Lucy said. \nLucy closed her mouth tightly in concentration as she willed Mason's semen to move through her body. Up through her torso, down the length of her arm, all the way into Jennifer's vagina. Once the sperm was as far in as it could go within her own body, Lucy shot the fluid into Jennifer's womb. Jennifer sighed in contentment as the warm cum filled her up, and Lucy removed her arm from between her legs. \n\"Okay, that should do it,\" Lucy said, \"how was it?\" \n\"Good,\" Jennifer said, \"you... er, it felt really good.\" \n\"Great. I'll have a nurse come in so you can schedule your follow-up appointment. Congratulations on the little one, and good luck with the pregnancy.\" \n\"Thanks.\" \nLucy went out the door and made her way back to room 23. Mason was already gone, and she took her seat back at the bench. \n*A job well done,* she thought, *hopefully the first of many.*\n\nThe door handle clicked, and Lucy turned to face the new donor."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she told her friends that she'd be glad to swing by anytime and help out with anything they thought she could, she didn't expect the primary and most frequent request to be some variant of "Come fuck my boyfriend..."
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"content": "\"That's the third time this week I've been asked to do something like that? Why aren't you fucking your own boyfriend?\" Asked Lacie somewhat bemused. She'd just been around to another friends house fucking another of her friend's boyfriends. She almost wondered why her gal pals were still taken.\n\"I am. It's just that he has a libido I can't keep up. And I'd rather he do it with someone I can trust.\" answered Kellie\n\"Ok, it's just that I expected more normal things like helping you carry the groceries in, or watching the house while you are on vacation. Anyway when do you want me to do it?\"\n\"Thursday 5PM\"\n\n---\n\nLacie arrived at 4:45PM. She rung the doorbell, and out came her friend Kellie.\n\"Hi, how are you?\" she greeted warmly. \"Anyway, I'm off to play bridge with Heather and co. so yeah. Just make yourself at home and when you are ready just let him stick his dick inside you.\" \nShe finished before dashing off.\n\"You sure are blunt eh?\" Lacie replied to no-one in particular. As she walked in. But she was already revved up and ready for it. She walked in with a hungry look in her eyes.\n\n---\n\nSteve, Lacie's boyfriend, was in the hallway waiting for Lacie. \"Can I, urm get you anything? tea? Coffee?\" He asked as she walked in.\n\"No thank you\" Lacie replied as she hooked her thumbs in her shorts. \"Are you ready for me to get undressed?\"\n\"Urm...\"\n\"Ok, I'll wait. No pressure, just say the word. Then just stick it in when you feel like it. In the mean time is there anything you'd like to do to pass the time?\" She said nonchalantly. She then scrunched her face in thought for a moment \"Actually, you can just take my clothes off yourself if you'd prefer. Oh and feel free to touch me anywhere you like.\"\n\"I thought Kellie said you're the one supposed to be fucking me.\"\n\"I don't suppose it matters either way, anyway, where would you like to go?\"\n\"The living room.\"\n\n(Let me know if you wanna continue)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A elf town is ransacked by orc or human barbarians
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"content": "Grug Fancycook pointed to the walls of the impenetrable fort. It held the choke point for the Knifear Sea. A hundred thousand orcs had fertilized its fields over the war effort, more still had sank at sea from it’s ballistae, the land stank of rot, the ocean thick with flotsam and sludge, the only victor here had been the crabs.\r \nGrub pulled a stone from his coat, coarse that would turn to sand as his thumb rubbed over it. He stepped a foot closer to the warchief Goregutz and held up the stone in his view, showing it was the same as those colossal walls hewn out of the cliff.\r \n“It’s the same rock, so what?” said Goregutz.\r \n“Rock isn’t rock, it’s flesh! Watch.”\r \nGrug took out a vial of Grug’s special brew and poured a drop of the custom fleshrot onto the stone, it sizzled and turned to a foamy mass that poured through Grug’s fingers.\r \nGuregutz' face didn’t change from his critical scowl, he watched the foam puddle at Grug’s foot, Grug taking a step back, lower on the mound that offered such a good view.\r \nGrug did not want to be the Chief, he would only become bones if he tried.\r \n“What Grug want? Want fort?” asked Goregutz, pointing at the fort town accusingly.\r \n“Grug want bigger kitchen, want black-fire stone, assistants!”\r \n“Slaves?”\r \n“Yes!”\r \n“Big house?”\r \n“Yes!”\r \n“Big hat too probably…”\r \n“Big cheff hat, biggest in land.”\r \n“Grug want be chief too?” said Goreguts enthusiastically.\r \nGrug lowered himself, offering his hand palm up.\r \n“No! You Chief, I fancy cook.”\r \nGrug waited in silence, he couldn’t see the chief, he had to only hope…\r \nThe chief laughed one loud syllable.\r \n“HA!... Grug get big kitchen, Grug want slave, grug fight like the other runts!”\r \n\\-\r \nGrug gave the giant pot a soft stroke, it truly had been a good kitchen pot, biggest an orc ever had the pleasure of using, it took an ogre to wield the stirring stick.\r \nGrug embraced the almost flat wall of iron that was the post, it was still warm from 4 days of cooking.\r \n“Will see you soon Bessy, Grug fight good and will see you again, give you proper kitchen with roof, not sit in dirt.”\r \nGrug patted his cook leg, a simple wooden pegleg shaped like a wooden spoon, he reached down and tightened the strap on his war leg, a large meat hook attached to the stump of his right leg.\r \nThe orcs were roaring up a storm on the hill, revving themselves for the fight. Grug had not made a good roar in months, not since that runty git tried to steal his recipe book. Grug stepped through the abandoned camp and climbed the hill, his heart beginning to thunder as the wagh chant fueled his fire.\r \nHe was a smart nob, he would save his roar so he could do smart nob stuff.\r \nGrug stood beside Goregutz, looking down at the biggest wagh party he dud-did ever seen. Ogres dragged rock lobbers toward the fort, they smoked green with the most special brew.\r \nBallistae took potshots but they didn’t have lots.\r \n“Fort ad better melt!” said Goregutz.\r \n“It will!” said Grug eyeing Goregutz’ axe… it had to…\r \n“Fire one fancy brew!” roared Goregutz.\r \n3 catapults loosed at the fort.\r \n“I said one ya gitz!”\r \nA single catapult fired a 4th at his words and the bloated gorebeast stomach ruptured on release, dousing the orcs with Grug’s special brew, (patent pending). The crew screamed, melting into soap only to be replaced by one of many spare teams.\r \n3 stomach’s splattered against the wall.\r \nGoregutz leaned forward, Grug too… the wagh died down…\r \nThe stone bled white foam, steam rising as a lump of cliff slicked down the walls like fancy elf stink-pretty bars.\r \nGoregutz let loose a laugh that brought the Wagh back up, Orcs roared, drowning out all thought and sound. Goregutz clobbered Grug with a fist to the shoulder. Grug looked to his warchief to see he held a flag. Grug took the flag and waved it with an outstretched arm, the rocklobberes loosed as one, 3 more exploding on release to melt their crews.\r \nHundreds sailed across the sky, Grug turned to see Goregutz looking at him strangely… it was appreciation.\r \n“You will have your kitchen Grug, a big kitchen!”\r \nGrug couldn’t help it… it had been the best day ever, no day could compare to this and none ever would.\r \nGrug felt the Wagh overtake him, a smile rolling up from his heart to scream forth into a Wagh! He roared involuntarily, in that moment he wasn’t the clear-’eded smarty pants, he was just another runt filled with wagh.\r \nGoregutz roared, drowning him out and the green tide rolled forward toward the foaming melting walls."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was a simple bet. If she didn't find her pregnancy intensely erotic, then she'd be paid handsomely for her surrogacy and sent on her way. If she loved being pregnant though, then she'd have to let them fuck her whenever they wanted, including unlimited breeding...
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"content": "This was going to be the easiest bet to win ever, Annette thought as she walked out of the fertility clinic, positive pregnancy test in hand. She went straight to the Burlington's estate as the contract stipulated.\n\nAnnette actually couldn't believe her luck. She had recently been floundering in life, which was completely out of character for her. An all-star softball player and straight-A student through high school and college, Annette had never had any trouble with finding direction and success. But, a degree in sociology wasn't quite as lucrative as she'd thought, thus her current situation. For the first time in her life she just wasn't sure what to do,\n\nEnter John Burlington. Annette had been drinking at a dive bar and bemoaning her situation when John had approached her and offered to buy her a drink. John was the type of guy she normally wouldn't even give a second glance, but the combination of her situation and the offer of a free drink meant that she accepted the drink and along with it at least a polite amount of conversation. \n\nOne drink turned into five, and Annette had decided that John wasn't half bad. He was a bit strange and seemed fiercely averse to disclosing any information about himself, but he kept the conversation interesting and her glass full. Somewhere in the middle of drink six, John first mentioned what would become the contract.\n\nAnnette sat wide-eyed on her bed the next morning as she read over the papers. She was almost sure that last night had been a dream, but these papers seemed real enough, and there was an official-looking stamp that gave them an even greater air of authority. It was almost too good to believe. All she had to do was get artificially inseminated, have a baby for this insanely rich family, and collect $100,000, $50,000 of which would be given to her on contract signing? And, the only catch was that she couldn't get turned on by my pregnancy? Also, she'd have to live at the Burlington estate estate which had an in-ground pool, full wait staff, and her own private cottage. There were other stipulations about breeding - who even says that - if she did get turned on, but why worry about those?\n\n\"Me, a life-long athlete get turned on by getting fat?\" she mused to herself as she grabbed a pen and signed on the line above her printed name. This was going to be the most, and easiest money she ever made, and she would do it by doing what her body was designed to do naturally. It would be tough living on the estate with no dating life; Annette was a very sexual woman and enjoyed a healthy dating life, but $100K was $100K.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nOne month into her vacation, as she had begun to call it, Annette sat by the pool tanning in her bikini and day dreaming about all the things she'd do with the easy money she was currently racking up. She felt a shadow over her and opened her eyes to see Paul , one of the wait staff, standing over her with one of her smoothies. The Burlington's insisted that she drink these nasty kale concoctions every morning during the pregnancy. But, who was she to question it...their baby, their rules. \n\n\"What do you want?\" Annette sneered at Paul as she gulped her drink and he continued to stand over her lounger.\n\n\"Just waiting for your empty glass, ma'am. You do seem to drink them as quickly as possible. Also, Mr. Burlington has requested me to have our shoppers fetch you a new bathing suit as you seem to have outgrown this one.\"\n\nHow dare he! Annette thought. She spent an hour a day on the treadmill and another hour swimming. She hadn't gained a pound. She couldn't deny, however, that her boobs did seem a bit tight in her bikini top. \"Whatever...it's his money,\" she said dismissively.\n\nThat night when she returned from dinner, there was a small gift box waiting for her on her bed. She hurriedly opened it and found a new baby blue bikini. Annette had nothing else to do, so she took off her clothes and tried it on. As she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but notice the outline of her hard nipples in the bikini top. She ran her hands over her newly enlarged tits and couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her body. Guys had always liked playing with her c-cups, but it had never really turned her on. But now, there was something erotic about having her hands on her tits. They had not only gotten bigger, but also more firm and apparently, more sensitive.\n\nAnnette laid down in her bed still in her bikini and continued to massage her boobs, eventually drifting off to sleep and having the best dreams she'd had since signing the contract. \n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [TT] And old family curse means that her body transforms whenever she gets too horny and can’t change back until she Orgasms.
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"content": "#####[Dragon-Kin](https://images.app.goo.gl/wrK4YUSFaPnmZjqt6)\n\nIt's common knowledge that Dragons were highly sexual being, willing to lay with just about anything that contributes to its horde.\n\nWhat isn't common knowledge is that this trait is passed down to *all* their descendants.\n\nEmily, a seemingly normal girl, came home one day to discover that her best friend has thrown her a surprise party for her 18^th birthday. Never having had a birthday party before, Emily was truly overjoyed, that is, until she started receiving gifts from everyone there."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Jealous older sister fucks her brother's girlfriend to get him to sleep with her.
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"content": "Amber rubbed her eyes when she awoke from her alarm going off. A smile instantly formed on her face when she realised what day it was. Her sanity had long disappeared after she had asked help on Reddit how to get her brother to sleep with her. For some odd reason, one Redditor's suggestion made so much sense to her that she ignored the craziness of the plan, seducing her brother's girlfriend into depravity in the hopes of a reaction from him.\r \nAmber had arranged for her to go on a shopping spree with Willow, the shy and timid girlfriend of her brother, Alex. She lifted herself out of bed and took a quick shower, after which she lifted herself into a tight fitting dress, foregoing putting on underwear. She completed her outfit by putting on her sneakers and hopped outside, blasted by the heat they'd been having the past few days. She got in the car and drove over to Willow's place, knocking at the door after she'd parked the car.\r \n\"Hey Mrs. M, I'm her to pick up my date\", she laughed. Willow's mom had seen Amber a few times and knew her kind of humor, so she laughed back, little did she know Amber was being serious.\r \nMrs. M started, \"She'll be out in a ...\", but before she could finish her sentence, she was almost knocked over by her daughter running past her, jumping into Amber's arms as they gave each other a hug.\r \n\"Bye Mom! Yes to all the questions you're about to ask, besides, I have my big sister with me!\", Willow smiled while the girls walked towards the car.\r \nShe was an only child and had adopted Amber as a kind of big sister after a few weeks of her and Alex dating. Amber was also quite fond of Willow, but her jealousy made her feelings towards Willow conflicted, still under the impression that Willow \"stole\" her brother away from her.\r \n\"I'm surprised you put on a dress\", Amber said once they sat down in the car.\r \n\"Tsk tsk,\" Willow snickered, \"It's way too hot for me to wear my normal outfits.\"\r \n\"Well you look hella sexy, can't believe that body is under those hoodies you normally wear and that you actually own a dress this revealing\", Amber replied.\r \nThe dress itself wasn't as revealing as she made it out to be, but even the bit of cleavage Willow was showing, was a lot compared to the clothes she normally wore. Her skirt was only covering about a third of her upper legs and Amber caught herself staring at her passenger's legs before she put the car in reverse.\r \nWillow blushed from the comment, never seeing herself as sexy or pretty even though Alex had assured her many times that she was a bombshell.\r \nThey continued to have small talk and before they knew it, they arrived at the mall. Both of the girls got out of the car and Willow grabbed Ambers hand in hers, dragging her forward, hardly being able to contain her excitement. Amber was excited for a whole different reason and began to notice she was getting turned on from thinking about what she was gonna do later.\r \nThey walked into a clothing store and looked around, asking each other's opinions and grabbing a few dresses and some other clothes before heading off to the changing rooms. Willow walked into a cubicle and was about to close the curtain when Amber stopped her.\r \n\"Why don't we just share one? It'll be so much easier to show off our clothes instead of having to come out every time\", she said trying to sound calm and collected, but her heart was racing.\r \nWillow thought for a moment but figured it was fine, seeing as the girls had already seen each other in lingerie a few times on their way to the bathroom, when Willow spent the night. Willow motioned Amber over and closed the curtain behind her.\r \n\"Allright, what's first?\" Willow asked her friend.\r \n\"Why don't you try the dress I picked out?\" Amber retorted.\r \nWillow lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her body and head, revealing her underwear to Amber, who caught herself staring at her brother's girlfriend's body. Luckily, Willow's vision was restricted by the dress and Amber managed to snap out of it just as the dress reached her head. Willow tossed the dress on the bench and looked over at Amber, realising she wasn't used to being this exposed in front of her and started blushing. She grabbed the new dress and once again lifted it over her head and allowed it to fall down her body, adjusting it slightly when it fell in place.\r \n\"How does it look?\" Willow asked her friend.\r \n\"It looks amazing,\" Amber started, but her tone changed, \"but ... I think you need to wear this without a bra.\"\r \n\"Oh, yeah, I guess you can see my bra quite well. I've never worn a dress without a bra,\" Willow admitted.\r \n\"It feels amazing Willow, you should really try it. In fact, I'm not wearing a bra right now,\" Amber replied. She almost wanted to lower the top of her dress right there but she knew she needed patience.\r \nWillow caught herself staring at her boyfriend's sister's tits, but she quickly swept away the feeling.\r \n\"I guess I can try it, hold on\", Willow said still somewhat hesitant.\r \nShe turned around and lowered the top of her dress to take off her bra. She was so focused on not exposing herself that she forgot about the mirror. Amber had a full frontal view of Willow and she stared as Willow released her breasts from their prison. She fumbled a bit to undo it and tossed it on the bench next to her. She lifted the dress over her breasts and finally turned back towards Amber.\r \n\"Yeah that's so much beter, it really accentuates your boobs, which look really nice by the way, sorry if I'm out of line her\", Amber said.\r \n\"Oh I don't think they look that great,\" Willow said blushingly.\r \n\"What do you mean, your nipples are perfect on your nice and firm breasts\", Amber continued.\r \nWillow was confused and looked down, but didn't notice her nipples showing. She turned towards the mirror to get a better look and that's when she realised Amber must have seen her in the mirror. She turned back to Amber and her cheeks turned the brightest they'd ever been.\r \n\"I didn't ... realise ... you saw my ... I mean, ... You saw me ... erm ... naked\", Willow stuttered.\r \n\"Oh poor Willow, it's just us girls, you're practically my sister, we're bound to see each other naked at some point with how often you stay over\", Amber reassured her. Without waiting for a response, she lowered the top of her dress to reveal her tits to her \"sister\".\r \n\"There, now we're even and it doesn't have to be awkward\", Amber said. With all the excitement she'd forgotten to hold the top of her dress. It was slowly falling off without her realising and after a few seconds, her entire dress fell to the floor. Willow stared at her boyfriend's sister, completely naked, while Amber didn't bother to cover herself up.\r \n\"Whoops, well that IS awkward,\" Amber said as she burst into laughter. Willow shared a slight chuckle and then couldn't help but ask, \"Wow, do you often not wear panties under your dresses?\"\r \n\"Almost all the time! Sucks having the lines of my underwear be seen through my dress, plus it feels so free and between you and me,\" Amber replied but then started whispering, \"It also makes me super horny.\"\r \nWillow gasped and said, \"Amber! You're so dirty.\"\r \n\"It's not dirty, try it, believe me, you're gonna wanna cum so badly,\" Amber explained. Not waiting for an answer, Amber walked up to her sister and lifted her dress over her head, once again revealing her perfect perky tits. Willow was too stumped to even react and let everything happen to her.\r \nAmber put her fingers on the side of Willow, which sent a shiver all over her body. She slowly moved them over her skin, towards her panties, hooking into the hem of them with her fingers and pulling it off of Willow's body. Amber looked back up and smiled.\r \nWillow finally realised she was completely naked in front of her friend and she blushed. She couldn't help but feel a tingling feeling in her pussy but she decided to ignore it.\r \n\"Well, now that I've had the honor to admire your amazing body, why don't we try on more clothes?\" Amber suggested.\r \nWillow smiled back and both of them tried on some more clothes, not bothering to put their underwear back on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Gentle femdom and erotic humiliation
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"content": "Even though she speaks of him glowingly, he's always embarrassed at how lewdly and descriptively his succubus girlfriend talks about their bedroom encounters with her friends. So she's decided not to talk about them, and instead to show them just how well he fucks her, by absolutely insisting that he put on a demonstration for the lot of them, after which, much to his chagrin, she has promised to show them just how much he loves the tender affections she rewards him with in return...\n\n I suppose his name can be Alan, and the succubus name can be Ember, Though I'm not married to either.\n\nIf you prefer a cowgirl, and perhaps some lactation, then she could also breastfeed him in front of everyone. A cat girl can also be cute."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A slumber party, a midnight streak and a thick bush!
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"content": "\\- Eve's first slumber party takes an unexpected turn, as a truth or dare game has her exposing her naked body to someone else for the first time, when her friends convince her to shave before streaking after they notice her bush\n\n\\- A slumber party turns into a hide and seek game in a nearby forest, when Eve finds herself hiding behind some thick shrubbery when a group of frat boys set up camp with a case of beers (I couldn't resist mentioning the other kind of bush)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He swiped a case of energy drinks from some girl moving into a sorority house. Something about them seemed almost addictive, even if they did advertise themselves as "Just for girls"...
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"content": "John looked over the case of drinks he had snagged from the Tau Iota Tau girls who had been moving in earlier that day. He'd seen them resting on the tailgate of a pickup truck. Honestly, he thought it was a case of beer but energy drinks weren't what he expected at all. Each can was a bright pink with an energetic blonde cartoon character on it. They had the word BEER on the side, but when he looked closer it stood for Bodacious Extreme Energy Restoration.\n\nSkeptically he turned one of the cans over in his hand. He snorted as he read a warning at the bottom of the can. \"Specially formulated just for women! Not for male consumption.\" Really? Was that how they were trying to market this stuff to the air head sorority girls? And that name! Was it supposed to make the women drinking this think they were beautiful just for drinking some shitty energy drink?\n\nCracking open the can there was a brief hiss as the carbonated drink fizzed. Tilting the can back John caught the scent of something subtly sweet, then as he tilted the can up tasted strawberries. To his surprise it wasn't chemical or overly sweet. He blinked, shocked by how good it tasted. Most energy drinks were too sweet or had overpowering tastes that didn't really taste good, just strong. This was subtle and delicious. In fact, before he knew it he was tilting the can back trying to get the last few drops to fall from the drink.\n\nLooking at the case he wanted to grab another can right away but John had always gotten jittery if he drank too many energy drinks. Still, his fingers twitched as he eyed the cans. Grunting he forced the desire to drink another down and picked the case up. He'd drunk the first can still warm but he wanted to try the next one cold. Shoving the case in his fridge he grabbed his things for class. \n\nAll through the day's classes all John could think about was the drinks. The energy drinks had certainly worked, he was awake and hadn't felt tired at all. In fact he felt energetic and perky, but it had also been hard to focus on his classes. When he got back to his dorm he headed for the fridge. Knowing that he would probably be up all night if he drank another he still grabbed one of the cold pink cans. Turning it over he made the decision.\n\nIf he was up all night he could catch up on studying to make up for his poor attention in class. At least that was what John told himself as he opened the can. The fruity scent wafted from the can making his mouth water. The first sip made him close his eyes at the taste. It was even better than he remembered. Was it just this much more delicious when cold? He didn't care and sat on his couch as he finished the can. \n\nThe energy drink settled in his stomach as John finished the can. It was sweet and fruity and caused him to feel happy and perky. Suddenly aware of how much the day had sucked as the first can had worn off made him think he needed to start over. Standing up he peeled off his shirt and headed for the bathroom. A quick shower would help get him properly revitalized, as he turned on the shower he glanced in the mirror. He wasn't a bad looking guy, a few days a week at the gym kept his body clean and well muscled, but as he glanced in the mirror he blinked. Were his abs a little less defined? Maybe a bit less defined in his legs as well. Shit, he would have to watch these sugary drinks and spend a little extra time in the gym.\n\nHopping in the shower, John soaped up and began to wash off. As he did however he glanced downward as he rinsed off his arm. Blinking he noticed that his arm hair was washing away. Blinking he scrubbed at his arm. It quickly became clear that all his body hair was rinsing off leaving his arms hairless. Checking elsewhere he noticed the same thing was happening with his armpits, legs, and crotch. Hairless from the neck down he was terrified to touch his scalp. \n\nJohn ran a tentative hand through his hair. He was relieved to find it didn't wash away. He stared at his hairless chest and ran a finger across his smooth arm. It was worrying but it wasn't the worst development ever. Lathering his hands he washed his face. Suddenly he stopped, opening his eyes he glanced at his hands. His normally short stubble was flocking the soap on his hands. Frowning, he finished washing up.\n\nWhen he stepped out of the shower he glanced at the mirror and examined himself again as he dried off. His skin was smooth, practically flawless and hairless save for the hair on his head. Even his five o'clock shadow was completely gone. Drying his hair he noticed that while that wasn't gone but it was smoother and shinier than usual. \n\nWhen he finished up and returned to the kitchen he glanced at the energy drink. Was that some sort of strange side effect? He worried about it for a bit then shrugged, the drinks were too delicious for him to quit and the side effect wasn't that bad. Lots of guys waxed or shaved to remove excess hair, and not having to shave his beard was pretty convenient. He enjoyed the clean cut look and thought the ladies did too. He threw on some clothes and sat down at his desk to study.\n\nAbout an hour later John realized he wasn’t going to be getting any studying done. He kept losing focus, he was jittery and needed to get the energy out. Being so peppy and perky this late at night was a bit of a curse actually. Slapping on a pair of tennis shoes and some workout clothes he found himself out running before he even blinked. As he ran he found himself switching stations on his music app until he found something pop and upbeat. Normally not his kind of music but it was working tonight.He ran until he felt tired again and then headed home, mildly angry that he would need another shower, but as he peeled off his workout clothes he noticed an odd scent. Was that strawberries?\n\nWondering if he had spilled the energy drink earlier in the day John looked over the house, it wasn’t until he sniffed his workout clothes that he realized the scent was him! His normally masculine and pungent body odor was now sweet and fruity, almost like a girl’s perfume. He muttered to himself as he went to rinse off. Sure, he didn’t like smelling like a gym locker room but he also didn’t want to smell like he was wearing some girly perfume. Still the scent reminded him of the energy drink and he almost fell to the temptation before forcing himself to go to bed before he was up all night.\n\nThe first thing that John noticed in the morning was his hair. During the night it had fallen over his face and occupied his vision. He grunted and brushed it away. Wait… His hair was almost crew cut short! He shot upright in bed, and hand going to his hair. As he pulled strands in front of his face it was about shoulder length and instead of the usual brown it was a honey brown that bordered on full blonde. He stood and staggered to the kitchen, his first thought to grab something to drink to wake up so he could think clearly. He glanced at the coffee pot but decided that was too slow. The pink can was bottom up before he could think about it and the sweet strawberry filled him with energy almost immediately.\n\nRushing in the bathroom he glanced in the mirror. During the night John’s hair had gone from near military short to longer than he’d ever had it in his life. It almost distracted him from the other changes. He’d noticed the lost muscle definition the day before but it was even more dramatic today! Despite his workout and a several hour run, his body had become softer. He could see the added weight on his hips and turning he saw his ass looked more plump as well. Lifting his shirt with dread he wondered how his chest, abs, and arms would look… he was shocked when he pulled off the loose fitting shirt. He had breasts! Not the kind he jerked off to on pornstars, but there were tits! He guessed A cups, maybe B… he wasn’t big but he definitely had a feminine curve to his breasts.\n\nPanicking John stripped down completely to view his body. As he turned and looked himself over in the mirror he was worried about how he looked. His hips were a bit wider, waist a touch smaller, ass a bit plumper, legs a little more shapely, and his breasts were undeniably feminine. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his cock standing proud from his crotch. He blinked, why was he so hard? Was his own increasingly feminine body making him horny? Sliding a hand around his prick he groaned, it felt sooo good to have his soft hand wrapped around his hard cock. He began to stroke, staring in the mirror at the small pair of new grown breasts on his chest. His other hand wandered up to touch them experimentally and he moaned as he felt his fingers brush across his shockingly sensitive nipples. He grunted as he came, cum splattering the cabinet in front of the mirror.\n\nCursing his own urges John cleaned up. It wasn’t until after he was trying to figure out what to wear to class today that he realized his hand had felt different on his prick. Glancing down he saw that his hands were less rough, less masculine, more… feminine. His nails were different, slimmer, longer, and blinked. A reminder on his phone went off and John realized he was about to be late for class. Grabbing a bandage he used for a sprained ankle a while back he wrapped it around his chest, careful not to bind too tight but even the light wrapping was enough to minimize his small chest. Combined with a loose shirt and baggy pair of pants he thought he hid the changes well. He tied his hair back into a loose ponytail and grabbed his bag for class.\n\nPart (1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Help Wanted: Model needed to demonstrate new products to the public at the 'Jouet Adulte Boutique'.
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"content": "Katya walked along the line of boutiques, she was the only Euterp on the street, her hand held the employment note tightly as the Rhokine looked at her with curiosity. What was she doing here… well she knew what, she was going to work in a store. No not a store, a Boutique! A friendly looking Rhokine, tall and strong, made eye contact as they approached each other on the street.\r \n“Are you lost little Euterpe?” he asked.\r \n“Yes Mr, I’m supposed to be w-” she faltered, noting the badge of The Party pinned to his chest.\r \n“Come now, perhaps I can help you get where you belong.” he encouraged.\r \n“I’m working at a store… a boutique...” She held out of the official slip from the Bureau of the Occupation and Integration. “...la Jouet Adulte Boutique” she recited, she hit the consonants a little incorrectly but the Rhokine didn’t seem to mind as he looked over the page.\r \n“Quite the prestigious position, I should visit at some point, would you like an escort?”\r \nYou didn’t say no to The Party but in this instance she didn’t want to, he would stop the suspicious glances and she would not arrive on her first day a nervous wreck. He offered her his arm and she sheepishly took it, walking along, curled into his side as he read her letter.\r \n“Your name is Katya, that is diminutive of Yekaterina and Euterpian for Katherine.”\r \n“You know alot about names.”\r \n“And now I know yours. Hanovo district, you’ve had quite the walk and not a quiet sleep.”\r \n“It does get a little loud but the new train the Rhokine built made getting here a lot faster.”\r \n“The train! Of course. You will be working around Rhokine all day, you are in a rare position of representing your race, make sure you do them proud.” he said, drawing to a stop.\r \nKatya accepted her letter back and looked at the store.\r \n“Thank you… I don’t know your name.” said Katya.\r \nHe bowed politely, sending Katya into a low curtsey before he turned and left. She waited 3 paces before rising back to her feet.\r \n“La Jouet Adulte Boutique” she recited trying to hit the consonants correctly.\r \nKatya tucked the strawberry blonde tipped hair back. He was right, if she was the only Euterpe on the street she needed to represent their best qualities: Dependable, Obedient, Submissive. Katya put her shoulders back, puffed out her chest and stepped into the boutique. The building was stone and had a lot of natural light passing in through the tall windows. Beautiful Rhokine women in high waisted pencil skirts were talking to customers who seemed to be all couples. There were no children for which she was thankful, her walk slowed as she looked up at the high ceiling. The building looked like how she imagined a palace might be from her bed time stories. Polished stone archways that bounced the sun deeper so there was no point of shadow. She approached the counter feeling woefully underdressed in her least tattered office uniform.\r \n“I am Katya… but I can go by Katherine if you prefer.” she quickly added remembering the Rhokine translation, if she was going to work for them they might prefer it. She passed the lady her letter after smoothing it on the polished bench.\r \n“...I was assigned work here.”\r \n“You’re the new model?” she said, looking over Katya, her eyes lingering on her blouse. No, lingering on her breasts, the woman looked at her like she was a prized sow at… did she say model?\r \n“...I assume you have bathed thoroughly?”\r \n“Yes miss…”\r \n“Miss will do fine. Do you…” she eyed Katya once more. “...no you probably have no experience with what we sell here, I believe this will be quite the stimulating experience for you.”\r \n“I am a fast learner and I’m quick to follow orders, Miss.”\r \n“You can put your purse… bag… and clothes in the store room, follow me.”\r \nKatya felt the gaze of customers leave her as she was escorted away. She assumed she would be working in a store room or as a calculator for the till but she was to be a model? They didn’t sell clothes just toys-for-adults, given the name of the store. The store room was small, merely a half dozen shelves with boxes.\r \n“You can put your stuff here, now remove your clothes.”\r \nKatya froze with her bag on the shelf. \r \n“M-my clothes?”\r \nThe woman looked like her patience was wearing thinner than usual. Katya remembered how the man had described it… she was not representing herself, she was representing her race. Her race was obedient.\r \nKatya pushed down the rising nerves, only a blush making it through to her cheeks as she unbuttoned her blouse, the woman's expression softening and giving her a curt nod.\r \n“Your hair is very terpish… sorry, Euterpian, but the customers might like that. Blonde tips are better than grey and the red suits what we do here.”\r \nKatya flinched at the slang term for her race and resisted the urge to ask what it was exactly she would be doing but ‘miss’ was pleased for the moment and it would not do to ask things that would be explained in time.\r \n“Your body is a pleasing shape if a little short. Your body hair is acceptable but we will send you home with a razor to get a closer shave in future.” she said as Katya removed her underwear.\r \n“Will I be given a uniform?” asked Katya as she carefully folded and placed her clothes on the shelf to not damage them.\r \n“My dear, this is your uniform, now follow me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The ditzy dumb Princess has an ass that a war is being fought over. She thinks it's so romantic and believes she'll be meeting her Price charming soon enough! But she soon finds out the war is LITERALLY just being fought over her big royal backside!
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"content": "Anna dragged her finger across the engraved embellishments along the butt of the pistol. \n\n*Heavy.* She thought to herself, turning the firearm over in her hands. It was surprisingly pretty for a tool of death, fashioned out of fine Rosewood, and polished Wolfram. \n\n*Point and squeeze,* the good Captain said before he slipped out of her chamber door. \n\nAnna raised the weapon and chewed her lip as she took aim at her vanity mirror. Her finger slipped up and down the curve of the trigger, but she didn’t squeeze. \n\nAnna was only a niece to the King regnant and a second daughter at that, too far down the line of succession to warrant a proper royal suitor. Still, the war broke out, and there always seemed to raiders and foot-soldiers at her heels. Even now there were reports a enemy ships approaching from the east. At least four ships, set on besieging this tiny fishing village where her royal uncle choose to hide her. \n\n*It was really quite a fuss,* Anna mused to herself. \n\nThe Crown assigned her a several retainers and a dozen house guards once the war broke out. It was meant to be a small inconspicuous force. All because her uncle couldn’t seem to broker a peace between her would-be suitors. \n\nPrince Trystan courted her first, and while he was not the most handsome of her suitors, he was by in far the most wealthy and of a royal pedigree. Ser Williem Foxton was the first to rally his garrison, though she had only met the man once, and he seemed quite distracted, curiously, during their meeting he always seemed to be talking to her back… still he was quite dashing. After he swore to fight for her hand a slew of other men avowed the same…. and then a skirmish broke out and grew from there, until… war.\n\nWhile she thought it queer she was the only member of the family whisked away into hiding, she never questioned her uncle’s judgement. \n\nHer skin shimmered the light of the oil-lamps, her body sleek and shaved bare, covered with a fine sheen of oil, and draped in sheer pink linen evening gown. The grown was more form than function, decorated with elaborate semi-transparent lace along its edges and inlays of lapis lazuli. The captain of her royal guard could not decide if he wished to stare or avert his eyes.\n\nEven though she was nothing but a sprightly maid in her pink satin gown and corset, she had to admit she looked quite menacing in the mirror.\n\nShe grinned at her visage, her hair sweeping passed her shoulders in unrestrained waves aside from the thin interwoven braids that adorned her head like a crown, pinned up with rose-gold hair pin. She puffed up her small corset constrained chest and gave the mirror a mocking-sneer, sweeping a tress of her raven-colored hair from cheek.\n\nShe heard some indistinct shouts, and echoes of distant cannon fire. The raiders were drawing closer.\n\nShe gingerly place the pistol down on the vanity table, and reached under the bed for her *special chest.* \n\nIt was a small leather bound chest lined with black velvet, in which she kept several intimacy-aids, some physicians called *anal dilators.*\n\nShe lifted the lid and let her fingers glide across the cold metal bulbous ends of her toys before taking her favorite one into her hands. She had them all commissioned by a foreign smithy, but this one was by far her most opulent. It was cast from pure rose-gold and adorned with a beautifully crafted owl’s face at its base, its eyes were set with glittering rubies, but perhaps most importantly, it was comfortably sized and gently tapered to a blunted point. \n\nAnna dipped the end of golden plug bowl of awaiting lavender-infused oil and swirled it around the edges of the bowl.\n\nAfter all, if they meant to ravage her as her good Captain suggested she couldn’t risk her womb quickening with one of their brutish babes. It was her duty to her house to remain a maiden until a proper suitor made a proper proposal, but truthfully over the past few years she had become quite fond of playing with her bum. There was something captivating about swelling curve of her ass she couldn’t resist. Of all the women in her royal family only she and her mother had comparable hips and shapely haunches. Perhaps her own was a bit larger and shapelier. Truer still all of her household guard seemed to stare at her ass. Some of them went bumbling in the walls and were still unable to look away. The thought made her giddy.\n\nShe leaned forward, and pulled up sheer pink linen edges of her gown over her waist. Her ass looked even more beautiful in the glow of the oil lamps. She steadied her breath, feeling her heart begin to gallop. She reached back gripping a healthy pinch of her rounded ass cheeks to spread herself open. She could feel her pink ring twitching eagerly. Anna exhaled in a long lusty sigh, and reached around her hip with the opulent plug in hand and placed the bulbous end against her puckered ring. She winced as the cool metal came pressed against her hole. She carefully pushed against the ornate base of the plug, her fingers trembling as she pressed it in and tried to relax. She fucked herself with the tip of it, in and then out, over and over until she was gasping. Her asshole stretching wider around the bulgy middle of golden plug, until her wanton little hole surrendered, swallowing the plug so greedily it made her giggle in shock. \n\nShe felt her eyelids shutter, as she nearly went cross-eyed. The bulbous teardrop shaped plug was comfortably thick, but ever-present. Her pussy was already beginning to weep, and she hardly walk without squeezing her thighs together, it was thrilling, but it made it difficult to concentrate. \n\nShe released her ass cheek sending the meaty flesh colliding with its twin with a fleshy sounding clap. \n\nThen she heard shouts from beyond her chamber door. \n\n“Back away heathens!” Her captain shouted.\n\nThere was a banshee-like scream, and then hail of gunfire. Bullets tore through the door, sending splinters flying. Anna her edge of dress and screamed before ducking behind her vanity, moments later the chamber door flung open with such a violent clatter it nearly came off the hinges. \n\nAnna grabbed the pistol atop the vanity, her hands were shaking so much her finger squeezed the trigger and a bullet hurled into the ceiling. Anna shrieked again nearly dropping the weapon. She tried to calm herself as the first raider appeared at the door.\n\n“What-a-beaut,” the lanky warrior called out, his eyes tracing the curves of Anna’s frame.\n\nThe scene was much more violent than Anna imagined, and the men were far less handsome, still she felt her asshole clench, suckling the narrow base of her plug as she slowly stood upright. \n\n“What are you going to do me?” Anna asked clearly frightened.\n\nShe had her answer when the lanky man lunged for her pistol, but Anna whirled away, brushing his hands aside and swung the pistol up into the bottom of the man’s jaw, popping the the raider’s mouth shut with a violent snap. The man turned a spat blood, backing away Anna, wide-eyed with a bloody grin. \n\n“Aye, must-be-the-Princess,” the bloody-mouth raider said sounding amused.\n\nA squat-and-sour looking man came up along side the first, “That’ll be her,” he agreed while glancing down a piece of parchment and then back at her. His eyes seemed to linger a moment as she scooted back further into the room, “m’lord has good taste… that arse is grounds for marriage.”\n\n“What?” Anna cried out, while trying to catch her breath.\n\n“Oh, begging your pardon m’sis, our Lord, ya-see he’ll be wanting to bugger you— OWWW” the low-set man suddenly exclaimed as the larger man swatted the back of his head with an open hand.\n\n“What he means my dear Princess,” the larger man with bloody grin thought a moment stroking his grizzled chin, “our lord is eager to teat with you, to sue for peace.”\n\n“No, what do you mean my ass is grounds for marriage?”\n\nThe larger man looked puzzled, “Princess, they’re calling this the War of the Rosebud,” he explained, “You haven’t heard?” \n\nThe squat man laughed, “M’sis, all ‘em young Lordlings, and knights are fightin’ over your juicy backside,” he injected hoarsely.\n\nAnna’s eyes widened and her palm suddenly slapped against her own forehead."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was not expected for the peace talks to be so... Sexual, but you can't think of another way to convince the orcs, elves AND dwarves to make peace.
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"content": ">!No sex, just had some fun with dialogue.!<\n\n“I would like to call the first trilateral meeting between the orcs and dwarves.” said Aerin with a smile.\r \nGrug and Silverstein eyed her for a long moment as her smile slowly faded.\r \n“Fucking Elves!” said Grug.\r \n“Aye, quit with the fancy words, what’s this about?”\r \n“The main issue is the growing threat the humans currently represent to all 3 of our races.”\r \n“Fucking humans!”\r \n“Agreed with your sentiment if not your words, scout reports have shown your races are just as plagued as ours. Portals open to a land of black and Iron, a team of 24 humans emerge and take slaves, leaving before a strong defense can be rallied.”\r \n“They don't fight good like elves or dwarves. They kill and fuck off before a right good stomping!”\r \n“What do you propose ye tall and skinny one?”\r \n“I would like to propose a temporary cessation of hostilities so we may focus on domestic defence.”\r \nGrug glanced from the elf to the dwarf.\r \n“She means to stop fighting each other and focus on killing humans.”\r \n“No fucking way! Elves are sneaky fucks, you will stab us in the back!”\r \n“I assure you we will not.”\r \n“He has a point lass.”\r \n“The plan is for us to both withdraw a few troops from the border. We will both slowly reduce our numbers. Your scouts won’t be harmed and well… you can’t find ours anyway.”\r \n“So why in Magni’s blue balls am I here? We don’t have borders, we have cave entrances and mountain passes, you going to just up and abandon your castles now?”\r \n“We were hoping you would stop making sinkholes and we would send you grain in response.”\r \n“That's not happening lassy… we need to expand.”\r \n“Fucking dwarves!”\r \n“But, there is a way ms fair-breasted-for-an-elf.”\r \n“Fucking dwarves.” muttered Aerin, earning herself the strange moment of agreement with an orc. Grug nodded at her before glaring to the dwarf.\r \n“You're mithril mine, elves are shit miners, we would rip 4 times the mithril from those mines. For every three bars we get, you get one.”\r \n“So… surrender territory to you so you don’t conquer our territory?”\r \n“You wouldn’t be surrendering… think of it as consolidation. You wont need to defend it from humans or us anymore.”\r \n“2 to 3.”\r \n“2 to 4?”\r \n“This is all fancy an smart but if humans stop fuckin the orcs, we is gona crush you spindly cunts! … so that means you is gona crush us if humans stop fuckin you! How do we know you is not gonna just up and stomp?”\r \n“We could make an oath.” said Aerin.\r \n“Elves is shifty, always making fancy words to get out of oafs!”\r \n“How about a dwarvish oath…” said Silverstein, winking at Aerin, his eyes running down over her apparently ‘fair breasted’ chest.\r \nGrug eyed the dwarf long and hard.\r \n“Dwarf words are like dwarf bones… dead ard! I’ll make an oath with you little dwarf and fuck you right good!”\r \nSilverstein threw his hands up, turning red. “No no no no! I mean… you are probably a handsome orc but… im not a double pointed pick if ye catch my drift.”\r \nGrug’s face fell as he held the dwarves eyes… “With one of me wives! Not me ya midget! You would up and pop if I did you a good right thrashin!”\r \n“Oh… y-yes, that would be acceptable.”\r \n“We both fuck the elf though.”\r \n“Agreed.” said the dwarf, both of them turning to Aerin.\r \n“I-I could sleep with one of your wives instead.” she offered.\r \n“That’s not how dwarf oafs work and you know it! If elves get all shifty, dwarves is gona help us stomp you!”\r \n“And if we break it, the orcs and elves will both kill us.” said Silverstein to Grug’s nod.\r \n“And if the orcs break it, we will both come together to defend against them. Ballance.” said Aerin.\r \n“Wot!?” said Grug, he looked at the elf and dwarf… then thought long and hard. He motioned to speak several times but went back to thinking.\r \n“Fucking orcs.” muttered Silverstine and Aerin.\r \nGrug’s face grew focussed, making several hand gestures until he looked up. “We agree, now lets fuck the elf!”\r \nAerin looked at the two expectant diplomats… she tried to think of a way around it. The deal was to stop getting fucked by orcs… it would seem it needed just one more elf to save her people.\r \nAerin swallowed hard and nodded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the two local teams ended up playing for the championship, a crowded watch party made a challenge. Whenever the opposing team scores, you take off a piece of clothing. It turns out this would be the highest scoring game of the season.
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"content": "Alice had a secret.\r \nShe stepped into her room and locked the door, pulling a chair over beneath the handle for added security. She walked toward the sockdraw, letting her towel fall away. She didn’t want anything on her skin but this…\r \nIn the back of her sock drawer where you might expect an anxiety reduction rod or crotchless panties she had a secret far more damning. \r \nAlice was an underdog. One of them, a boat anchor sporting red purple green and white wearing supporter of ‘that’ infamous team. She slid the draw open all the way and pulled out the scarf, thick and plush against her cheek. She had it all… knee high socks, skirt, underwear and of course a jersey, a folded beanie sat with it’s purple pom pom. Alice ran her fingers through the combined mass and closed her eyes in bliss.\r \nThe motherfuckers had done it. She had supported them for 2 decades of a 4 decade losing streak. Before she even knew what sporting teams where she was a dockers supporter through and through.\r \nAlice pulled out the babyphoto of her gumming on a docker's scarf. Her foolish family believed she wished to consume the opposition and took it as a good sign but she could never support the eagles.\r \nYellow and blue were shit colors worn by shit people.\r \nAlice stood completely bare, ready to dawn her skin… something she had only ever worn in the bedroom but this was the time…\r \nShe squeezed herself into the purple panties and bikini top, sporting white boat anchors over her crotch and breasts. She took her time with it, running her hand’s over the printed material. Her nipples grew hard to graze against her palm as she felt herself. She slid the socks up silky smooth legs to sit above her knees, the gloves coming down to her elbows. \r \nShe couldn't help it… Alice gazed at her reflection, her cheeks blushing scarlet. God fucking damn she looked good!\r \nAlice pulled on the skirt and jersey and started pulling her long straight black hair up into pigtails, wrapping purple scrunchies around to hold them in place. The purple beanie plonked down on top and then she held it…\r \nThe soft, lovely warm scarf.\r \nIt was thick, had a substantial weight to it. She’d had to smuggle it into her dorm room. Struggling to stuff the whole thing into her bag where none would see it. Getting it out of her home was equally hard, she had lived in one of ‘those’ families.\r \nThe Eagles.\r \nBunch of pansy ass chickens! The dock workers of Fremantle are what made Western Australia great, not some glorified baby snatching bird!\r \n“Alice, it's starting!” called Claire from her door.\r \nShe had to wear the shit eagles paraphernalia to blend, a yellow and blue beanie… but she wore the dockers underwear beneath and apologised when she was alone.\r \nThe 4 decade losing streak was over, the dockers had finally made it to the final for the first time, they had pushed through and now it was the grand final.\r \nThe eastern states lost interest and turned off their TV’s, they didn’t care about the two teams sitting 4000km away. (2500 mi) It was just a game to them.\r \nIn WA… the state where the eagles always won and the dockers always lost, it was a civil war.\r \nThe dockers realised they did not need to hide in shadow, they swung scarves from their car aerials, Wore beanies in the street. They were not afraid and neither was Alice!\r \nAlice wrapped the thick heavy scarf around her neck, it kept her warm despite her lack of top beneath the jersey and she walked out of her room to the top of the stairs of her dorm room. A sea of blue and yellow sprawled out below.\r \nThe room went silent, conversations pausing, heads turning, the only sound where the two commentators discussing the current wind direction. \r \nBear glasses lowered.\r \nEyes bore into her.\r \n“Youre gonna get fucking trashed!” she roared, throwing the room back into beer fueled chaos.\r \nAlice made her way through the surprised faces, they had seen her as only loosely interested in football…. Loosely interested when the eagles were playing that is.\r \n“You’re fucking with us right?” asked Sarah as Alice climbed the back of the couch and plonked herself down in front and center of the TV.\r \n“I fuck not! I’ve always been an underdog!”\r \n“Underdogs win from time to time, the dockers are losers.”\r \nThere was no chance of that. You didn’t come out of a losing streak 2 generations long, make it all the way to the grand final against your sworn nemesis and lose. That's not how the stories worked!\r \n\\-\r \nThe coin was tossed. The dockers captain nodded and pointed down wind.\r \n“Risky… he is banking on the wind holding up but the fremantle doctor will be coming through,” said Simon.\r \n“It’s been late all summer from el nino, if the eagles learned to read…”\r \n“If The Dockers leaned to kick.”\r \nThe TV snapped to squeeze in 3 commercials while they got the ball in place. The guys had gone all out, the screen was almost a meter diagonal and 3ft deep. They had set up a forklift pallet on house bricks just to hold the monster. Alice set her feet up on the coffee table, her socks taunting them. She felt it, the constant glances. She revelled in their dissatisfaction.\r \nThe ball bounced up and two 6ft 6 giants charged each other. Alice’s feet dropped down, showing off was all well and good but this was the game and the damn umpire couldn't bounce the ball to save his life. Everyone leaned forward as the players charged each other, trying and failing along with the camera men to work out where in the mass of bodies the ball was.\r \n“Stop fumbling and kick!” shouted John.\r \nThe screen zoomed out… fuck! It rolled to the left. The eagles had gotten it free.\r \n“No! Stop them!” she cried.\r \nBut the kick flew true and landed in his teammates mark. Down 40 seconds and the eagles were already making moves for an early goal.\r \n“It’s fine, eagles always push too hard and burn out in the first quarter.”\r \n“Dockers don’t push hard in any quarter.”\r \n“Shush!”\r \nThe kick flew true… she lost the yellow dot in the audience… The camera zoomed in on the umpire as the room drew dead silent, conversations paused as eyes turned to the screen.\r \nCome on point… just a point…\r \nThe umpire threw both arms down to declare a goal and the room cheared… all but Alice… her confidence faltered in that moment. Her face felt warm and she pulled the beanie down to hide her shame.\r \n“It’s fine Alice, we're only 60 seconds in… still 2 hours to go.” said Simon as he lowered a stubby over the couch in front of her.\r \nHe was right… It was fine.\r \nIt was not fine. The ball was bounced up 3 times. All 3 times it went straight to the left. The Dockers couldn’t mark for shit. Alice slid off the beanie, it was too hot. She rested it on the coffee table and enjoyed the cold beer in her hands. She glanced at the anchor on the table… It felt like betrayal. They betrayed her first."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I'm in the middle sandwich filling of a happy fulfilling relationship
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"content": "Alice opened 8 more tabs and glanced at the full bar at the top of the screen. She opened google maps on the second monitor and clicked up the first apartment. She read the first line 3 times before a yawn took her by force. She needed coffee first.\r \nAlice tiptoed through the house, not wanting to wake them as she passed into the kitchen. She flicked the kettle on and took out a mug, standing on her toes in the unfamiliar space. The tiles were cold on her feet and she should probably throw on more than just the loose top and yoga shorts. She glanced at the cups as a thought ran through her.\r \nAlice looked at the amazing kitchen she could never afford and placed the cups on the expansive kitchen island. She held a handful of scrabble fridge magnets and laid them out in front of the two steaming mugs, ‘His’, ‘Hers’. Before taking the third cup and creeping back to the computer, the sun had crested the horizon and cast a beam of warm light across her as she began comparing apartments. The cold grey contents, a stark contrast to the lavishly furnished house she had found herself in.\r \nAlice heard them before she saw them. Marcus came into the lounge in flannelette pants, an open robe and holding the coffee with a smile. He took another sip and groaned a happy announcement. Alice smiled to herself and wrote down the viewing time of the apartment before closing the tab of dingy grey photos.\r \n“Mmmm can we keep her?” Joked Sarah as she stepped into the room, sipping her coffee. She wore silk underwear beneath a robe that she hadn’t tied too tightly around her middle.\r \n“I was thinking the same thing.” said Marcus into his mug.\r \n“I’ve found some good places, they have some viewings today.” reported Alice.\r \nMarcus looked up from his coffee and stared into her for a long moment, forming his words.\r \n“You’re an excellent secretary Alice… always early and working hard but this is not work. You can ease up and enjoy your morning.”\r \n“I was hoping to take you out to replace some of your lost wardrobe.” said Sarah.\r \nAlice turned from the screen to see them both looking at her. She was caught off guard and felt her cheeks blush under their gaze.\r \n“I just don’t want to intrude. It was very nice for you to offer a bed on such short notice but I don’t want to be a burden or take adv-”\r \nAlice halted at Marcus’ held up hand.\r \n“Good morning Alice… thankyou for the coffee.” he said in a tone that said, ‘let's start over’.\r \n“Good morning Mr Thatcher.”\r \nHis nose wrinkled and Sarah’s face turned to poorly hidden amusement, she rose running a hand over his shoulder. “I’ll have to call you that later…” she said with a smile in her voice as she turned to walk to her bedroom.\r \n“Marcus and Sarah is fine. Now, no more apartment hunting. Clothes, insurance, dinner and a movie to relax tonight are the only appointments you need to worry about today.” he said in the same voice he would use in the office.\r \n“Yes M- Marcus.” she said, a sheepish grin crossing her lips. It only grew deeper when he smiled in return and rose, the robe falling open to show his surprisingly muscular chest. His work shirts did not do him credit.\r \nAlice turned to the screen, part of her mind screamed they were just being nice… that she should continue looking through apartments. The other lingered on Sarah and Marcus, their smiles, how nice it felt to not wake up alone on a saturday morning. Movie and dinner sounded lovely and her heart raced at the thought. She seemed to never have time to just watch a movie with friends anymore.\r \nAlice hesitated at the computer, her cursor resting over the minimise icon. On a whim she closed the page instead. If she was going to be busy then she would need breakfast. God she loved that kitchen, she could live happily in that kitchen.\r \n\\-\r \nAlice was all but dragged into a store by Sarah. It was well outside her price range but she could fantasize. Alice stood at the clean white blouses, the material was soft against her skin. She glanced at the slightly more eccentric designed blouses with ruffles, different colors. Sarah found her a moment later with an arm full of sundresses. Alice was a yoga-pants-on-a-treadmill type, not a dress-in-the-outside type. She was about to decline when she saw Sarah’s face, she was lit up like the sun and it was infectious. She wanted what Sarah had so she accepted the dresses and made her way to try them on. As Mr Thatcher had said, relax today, work clothes and apartments tomorrow.\r \nShe stood naked in the mirror wearing the same underwear she had worn to work on friday, she needed some essentials.\r \nSarah wasn’t really a ‘no thankyou’ person. She took one look at Alice’s surprised smile and her admiration of the dress, in that moment her fate had been sealed. Alice would have those dresses and there wasn’t a damned thing short of another fire could do to stop it.\r \nAlice felt eyes on her as she walked beside Sarah, the dress wasn’t the kind of thing you wore to blend into the background and the bright thin yellow commanded the attention she had hoped her arse in yoga pants would attract.\r \nSarah smiled a lot at Alice but there was a sadness. Like when you had eaten half an icecream. She saw in her the knowledge that the moment wouldn’t last and she had to make the most of it while it was here. That is why she would not take no as an answer. She was happy and Alice was not going to break her heart by forcing them away from the fun to serious issues like pencil skirts. Not after they had been so welcoming.\r \n\\-\r \n“Help! She is a dress buying madman!” cried Alice as they returned to Sarah’s home. \r \n“What?” said Sarah with mock defensiveness.\r \n“3 shirts, two pairs of pants was the shopping list. How do we have 6 dresses and no pants?” cried Alice. She bumped into Mr Thatcher and sobered abruptly.\r \n“Don’t let old Mr Grizzleguts here spoil your fun!” said Sarah as she stuck her tongue out at him and sauntered off to her room. Alice tried to keep her face neutral… thinking about the serious Mr Thatcher being called Mr Grizzleguts was not helping. He watched Sarah walk away with a soft smile. He turned to Alice, mouthed the words ‘thankyou’ and nodded slightly.\r \nAlice felt struck, Sarah had spent money on her… too much money, yet she had been earnestly thanked. She ran it through her mind as she walked to the room she slept in the night before, laying the bags carefully on the bed and stripping down for a shower.\r \nShe was stepping out of her underwear when she heard a knock. Panic hit her but she forced it away and collected herself. She wrapped a towel around her waist and opened the door.\r \nMarcus quickly looked away and took a step back.\r \n“S-sorry.”\r \nAlice blushed, she had never heard him stutter before.\r \n“It’s quite alright, I was just about to wash up.”\r \n“Do you have any food allergies?”\r \n“No Mr… Marcus.”\r \n“Sorry about intruding.”\r \n“It’s ok.” she said… torn because she wanted him to look at her.\r \nShe watched him leave, her eyes lingering. She wished she could stay."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Getting captured by Harley was ~not~ on Batgirl's to-do list today. She really hopes she can escape before Harley gets up to any mischief...
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"content": "Felt a bit tired when writing this, but I hope you guys enjoy it.\n\nBarbara Gordon felt a twinge of pain run through her skull as she opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was or how she got here, but what she did know was that something was very wrong.\n\n\"Where am I?\" she muttered to herself.\n\nBarbara tried to look around, but very quickly noticed that her body was bound to its position. She was stuck on her knees with her arms chained up above her to some old conveyer belt that ran through the ceiling. What it was used for seemed to escape her, but it and the chains were too sturdy to break.\n\n\"Aw, look who woke up?\" a voice echoed from nearby.\n\nBarbara turned to face the origin of the voice who was standing in a nearby doorway. It was hard to make out who it was due to the darkened shadows, but the accent was clearly from Brooklyn. \n\n\"Harley!\" Barbara cried out.\n\n\"Ya know who I am just from my voice? Well, doesn't that make me feel special?\" \n\nStepping out from the shadows was a beautiful, blonde woman with a toned figure. She walked over to Barbara, a large man at her side who looked rough followed quickly behind with a creepy smile.\n\n\"Where did you take me!?\" Barbara called out.\n\n\"Eh, doesn't matter!\" Harley replied. \"What does matter and what ya should be asking is what are you going to do to me, Harley?\"\n\nBarbara held her tongue as she didn't want to play in Harley's games. Harley noticing the lack of entertainment pulled out a remote and pressed a button which caused the conveyer to move and the chain tied around Barbara's wrists to lift. Barbara followed suit and soon found herself lifted straight up to her tip-toes.\n\n\"And up we go!\" Harley laughed. \n\nBarbara looked down at her feet and noticed very quickly how tired she felt just standing up. It seemed that something was wrong with her body.\n\n\"We poked ya with some drugs,\" Harley added. \"They won't wear off for a day or two and will make ya feel very weak.\"\n\n\"Why did you do this!?\" Barbara replied whilst struggling to stick on her feet.\n\n\"Boredom? I dunno, but I think it had something to do with ya dropping in on the deal I was making. Made things very awkward.\"\n\nBarbara tried to remember the details of what Harley was talking about, but nothing cleared up. It was then that Harley grabbed Barbara's leg and lifted her up, an action that Barbara didn't have that strength to fight off. Harley then reached her hand out onto Barbara's boots and pulled it off revealing her pretty bare foot.\n\n\"I wonder if ya ticklish?\" Harley said whilst reaching down at her foot with wiggly finger motions. \"I am real ticklish, ya know? My feet are and so are my sides. Mr. J loves to tickle me there.\"\n\nBarbara tried to squirm, but could barely summon any strength.\n\n\"Ya know, I wanted to recoup some of the losses you incurred during that deal. So I thought real hard and eventually came up with one hell of an idea. Batgirl is a pretty beloved hero, right? Much more so than Bats himself by the guys anyway. So I thought what would be real funny is if I make myself a little movie, post it somewhere online of Batgirl being demasked,\" Harley said whilst lifting up Barbara's other leg and removing her other boot. \"Then it occurred to me, what if I play a little game with Batgirl?\"\n\nHarley shooed away the big guy who left the room in a huff.\n\n\"A little girl-to-girl privacy is needed here,\" Harley smiled whilst lifting a pair of scissors. \"I figured a fun little game would make a lot of money back. So, then I started brainstorming what would work here? Then it hit me. Ya see, these scissors are going to cut that little suit of yas in tiny shreds until ya naked. Then ya going to run through this place looking for keys. I imagine ya can't fight very well in that state, so I figured I would give you a hint. There are three, one on me and two on my top guys, ya met one of them just now,\" Harley laughed. \"They unlock the front gate, and you can get out, oh and don't worry I put cameras all around, just so everyone can have a nice little video of Batgirl without her wings!\"\n\nBarbara tried to struggle, but still couldn't move very well, definitely not well enough to overpower Harley. \n\n\"You should count to fifty Mississippi's before leaving, now it's time to strip a Bat!\""
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"content": "A) A young woman wants to win the affection of the girl of her dreams, but having little faith in herself, she searches for a love potion. The witch who can make them requires only one thing from her: sex.\n\nB) The mage's apprentice/assistant was ever so helpful, but shy and reserved to a fault. To reward him for his help and to help break him out of his shell, she decides to show him a \"magical\" time\\~"
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"content": "With the power out, Lizzie and Kate found themselves standing there in the living room, not sure what to do next. The TV was not working. The laptop was dead. Even their cellphones had no charges on them. \n\nKate stood their in just her bra and panties. \"Oh my god, Lizzie! All the power is out and I don't know what we are going to do.\"\n\nThough Kate couldn't see it, Lizzie nodded. She was also standing there in just her underwear. And she was also wondering what to do.\n\nLizzie pondered on their situation carefully. \"Well, let's take stock of the matter. We're both young happy nubile sexy young co-eds standing here in the dark.\"\n\nKate shrugged. \"But we're both women. And I know you've mentioned it, but I've never really been keen on that 'game' you want us to play. Not without a shit-ton of liquor in me.\"\n\nLizzie reached out and gave Kate a squeeze on her arm. \"Look, it's not hard. I'll teach you the rules. I pretend that I'm running a dungeon. . .\"\n\nKate perked up at the sound of that. \"Oh, yes mistress?\" she giggled, thinking of handcuffs.\n\nLizzie continued: \"And you play a party of elves and orcs and whatever, and your goal is to get from one end to the other then escape with the gold. . . here I've got some glow-in-the-dark dice, let me show you what you need to do.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A party of fem doms have cleared the cave. The gentle elf and aggressive dwarf have different approaches to how the sub distributes the loot.
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"content": "This one seems really interesting, so here is my attempt. It isn't super sexual, but part 2 will have a lot more sexual elements to it, if you liked it of course. I did really enjoy writing it!\n\nFlit readied his dagger, a blade that in his hands was as dangerous a killing tool as any large weapon or spell. He was a master-class thief who could use his slender gnome body to flit around the battlefield, marking and taking out his prey in an instant, hence his namesake.\n\n\"Any plans, Aera!?\" Flit called out.\n\nTo his left and only slightly behind was a pale-skinned Elven beauty who stood much taller than he did. Her name was Aera (pronounced like aura,) though she did say that that was only a shortening of her actual name. Her smile however, made men falter with little need for a spell and she was so pretty she could even seduce women into stripping naked and running through the streets with a single flick of long blonde hair.\n\n\"Keep calm, Flitty,\" Aera replied whilst giving a wink. \"I promise you that we will win this!\"\n\nTo his right and in front of him was her polar opposite, a stocky, Dwarven woman. She was only a couple of inches above Flit's own height and she had an incredible strength that few twice her size could match. Her name was Jade to match her strong, green eyes and despite her crass tongue (the opposite of Aera's pompous speech,) she carried womanly figure, large breasts and a large rump that attracted the eyes and often the hands of men around (though they end up slammed into a table often enough.)\n\n\"Oy, don't try to flirt with him, you tart!\" Jade called out angrily. \"You need to toughen up a bit short stack and give me a hand over here.\"\n\nThey partied up because of their very symbiotic skillset. Flit was fast, agile and could slip away unnoticed due to his size. Aera was smart, could cast spells and with just a few words could calm down situations or make others join her side. Jade was tough and could bring people back from brink using the blessings of her Paladin profession.\n\nThe issue however? These three had very bad personalities for each other. Flit was cowardly and would let people walk all over him, Aera was sweet, but was arrogant to a point that she was a spoilt princess, and Jade was arrogant, but easily frustrated and often made things worse due to her short-temper.\n\nThis was the cause of their current situation too. The three of them were given info on a mine that had been hidden that could only be found by using a magical map. Getting the map would've been easy enough, but Jade had threatened the only guy who knew of it, a Dwarven Lord. This meant an easy heist had gotten a lot harder when breaking into his manor meant dodging countless guards.\n\nTo make matters worse, when they did arrive, Aera and Jade were fighting about who was the leader so loudly that it alerted all of the creatures inside. It started a big skirmish between the Orc invaders who had settled into the mine after finding it on accident and the trio. An hour or so later and they were standing off against the leader of the Orc tribe, and the last one left standing.\n\nThe trio were exhausted after fighting around thirty Orcs. Flit's legs could barely move after dodging and darting around. Aera had no spells left (and she kept mentioning something about feeling naked because of it,) and Jade was fighting the chief with tired swings that were too wide and slow to make contact.\n\n\"You three have done well!\" the Orc Chief laughed as he dodged Jade's swings. \"I have to admit, two strong women like this get me feeling really randy! I think I will just kill the gnome and get me some loving! I heard Elf and Dwarf ass taste good in the same bed!\"\n\n\"Shut your damn mouth!\" Jade cried out. \"I'll kill you!\"\n\n\"This bastard!\" Aera cried out.\n\nAera kept throwing whatever spells she could muster from her hands. They didn't have much force, but combined with Jade's swings the pair were almost able to do some damage. Flit stood up and on shaky legs he moved into the nearby darkness of the cave. The Orc Chief was too distracted with the onslaught to focus on him.\n\n\"Time to tip the scales into our favour,\" Flit thought as he hid in the shadows awaiting the perfect moment.\n\nA moment past and Aera fell to her knees whilst placing one hand against her mouth and another against her crotch as if stopping something from leaking out. Jade's sword was disarmed and she fell on her butt. Flit continuing waiting and then when he grabbed Jade's arm and lifted her up, Flit swiftly but quietly moved up behind him, hopped on his back and stabbed a blade into the soft part at the back of his skull.\n\nThe Orc Chief fell backwards and Flit hopped off. Jade scampered to her feet and off of the Chief.\n\n\"Took you long enough, you jackass!\" Jade said whilst hitting Flit.\n\n\"Phew,\" Aera added with a blush whilst waddling behind Flit, \"Sweetie, I am so glad you stopped him when you did. Any more magic and something was about to leak out.\"\n\n\"Magic really takes a lot out of you,\" Flit replied.\n\nFlit walked on shaky legs and soon the trio found themselves at the end of the mine. Past the Chief's room was gems and gold galore. They moved inward and as they did Flit quietly moved towards a chest that caught his eye. The lock was intricate, but he was smart enough to jiggle it open and within a moment the other two girls caught sight of a shiny glimmer from his chest.\n\n\"What is that?\" the two girls said in unison.\n\nFlit upon feeling the two behind him slammed shut the chest, but little did he know what kind of chaos he had just created.\n\nIf you liked part 1 then I will write a part 2. I like my pervy stories to have a bit of set-up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Anorgasmia: Though he can finish while masturbating, a man has never had an orgasm during sex. Various women in his life take this as a challenge.
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"content": "**Anorgasmia**\n----------------------------\n\n\"Come on, you've NEVER cum while doing someone before?\" Klara looked at Cory incredulously. The date had screeched to a halt as the pair sat on the loveseat in Cory's apartment.\n\n\"Yeah. I mean, I've cum on them. Well, at least after about ten minutes of jerking off. I've just never been able to finish from being inside someone. It just feels…weird, you know? Like I feel really oversensitive and about to pee. I mean, orgasming feels like less intense peeing but…look, can we talk about something else?\"\n\n\"No, I really can't believe you've never cum inside someone before. Like, not from a blowjob? Or from going raw inside them? It's definitely different without a rubber.\"\n\nCory sighed. They always asked those questions and it annoyed him to no avail.\n\n\"Yes. I've never cum in their mouth, vagina, or asshole with or without condoms. Personally, I prefer condoms since going raw feels too sensitive but my previous long-term partners wanted to do it. Also, I know it's weird but my doctor says it's a condition called anorgasmia. I literally can't finish because it's some kinda mental block.\"\n\nKlara leaned over seductively. \n\n\"Well, why don't I see if I can…fix that?\"\n\nHer hands brushed his inner thigh as she whispered those words while Cory thought, *Oh man, here we go again.*\n\n\"Look, you're welcome to try but it's not as fun as you think,\" Cory sighed as he let himself be pushed onto the sofa by his date. \n\n\"I think I'll do better than just *try*,\" Klara said as she began kissing him, her fingers tracing the outline of his cock over those skinny jeans. \n\nCory just relaxed and let himself go, making out with her. He always enjoyed this part, feeling someone's body against his whether it was a friend, a fling, or a longer-term thing. There was a familiar sense of comfort to the whole ordeal. \n\nThe memories cycled through of each failed attempt. First the red-headed Giselle from the end of high school who had been so excited to do him right when they were both finally legal only to disappoint her wait with a lack of cum. \n\nThen the college years of the various friends-with-benefits, bar hookups, and the odd relationship every once in awhile. All had been frustrated by their inability to make him finish. Cory had always warned them not to have high expectations but they would all inevitably feel saddened, bored, or frustrated by his lack of response or, worse, his loss of bladder control on the few who continued even when he asked them to stop. \n\nCory tried to forget about the time he accidentally peed a bit in a girl's mouth when she kept swirling his tip with her tongue even when he asked her to stop because it felt too sensitive. That hookup ended pretty quickly with her hasty retreat. Cory felt dazed, the memories bugging him even as he felt the attractive blonde body atop his passionately feeling him. \n\nKlara's fingers continued teasing him over his clothes until she could take no more, undoing his belt and removing his pants. Cory felt Klara stroke as she kissed his neck, her other hand pulling his hand to her soft C-cups. Cory enjoyed the moments despite the lack of climaxes. \n\nThe warm, soft skin always felt nice against Cory's hands even though he knew whoever was banging him just saw him as a challenge to be conquered instead of a person to enjoy. It was always the same with them. They would ask him about his sexual history sooner or later, see a challenge to make him busy, have moments of passion, and inevitably give up when he either could not stay hard anymore or when they got bored.\n\nPity how it went. Klara was really going at it too, her lips wrapped around his shaft as her head bobbed up and down. At least she had not triggered his bladder reflex yet. Each stroke, expertly working as he felt the back of her throat. Cory marveled at how each blowjob felt slightly different from the different throat textures to the different tongue movements. It did little to affect him though, his member just barely aroused. \n\nCory would just watch awkwardly, unsure of what to do with his hands. For a brief moment, he considered maybe feeling her hair but it would have probably been weird since he only did that with long-term dates and it was only their third date. It honestly bored him how repetitive the whole ordeal physical intimacy was. \n\nAfter half an hour or so, Klara tried riding Cory only to find herself climaxing as she rubbed herself while bouncing on his shaft. Klara yearned for Cory's completion to synchronize with her's only…it never came. It had been over two hours. Maybe more. Cory was no closer to finishing, his legs asleep from an hour ago and his tip a little sore from the chafing of being pleasured for two.\n\nKlara could only breathily slide off as she murmured, \"So guess it's true, you really can't cum.\"\n\n\"Not from someone else. If you want me to cum in your mouth, I could jerk it for you for about ten minutes if you don't mind being on your knees for ten minutes?\"\n\nKlara just shook her head.\n\n\"Nah, I really have to be going. This was…nice though. Take care,\" Klara answered tiredly as she hastily pulled up her panties and went to use his restroom before she left.\n\nCory sighed. He knew she likely would not be back. There was just a lack of satisfaction for the ladies he attracted and he knew it.\n\n*Well, that was nice while it lasted,* Cory thought as he pulled up his pants and cleaned up the wine glasses on the coffee table. \n\n**The End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest)Born a serf, all she ever dreamed was to serve as knight to the noble lord like her father. She was happy to serve in the castle in hopes of impressing the lord with her sword skills. Unfortunately the lord is not so noble. He's a pervert and worst... they are unaware she is his bastard.
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"content": "**Knighted**\n--------------------\n\nThe songs of swords rang through the air as Serena fought valiantly through the Knight's Trial. Serena fought with all her life to reclaim what was hers, with her whore mother swearing her father was a great Lord and making her promise to be a knight upon her death bed. All those years of barely getting enough radishes to eat, looting subpar equipment from battlefields littered with the dead, and risking her life made getting the chance to become a knight worth it. \n\nAs Serena toppled the last competitor, she held the sword tip at her adversary's chin as he dropped his weapon in surrender to the slow clap of Lord Dwayne. \n\n\"I see our new recruits are of the *finest* pedigree,\" the lord sarcastically remarked, looking at Serena's battered equipment.\n\n\"Alas, whoever you are, despite your lack of house and your battered equipment, you have defeated the other competitors. Advisor Quinn, get her out of those filthy armaments and in my throne room for the *knighting* ceremony,\" the Lord remarked as he went upstairs to the tower.\n\nSerena nervously followed the advisor into the castle as the failed prospective knights got retrieved by their trainers who chastised them for the humiliating defeat by the previously-unnoticed serf. \n\n\"Strip.\" The advisor's orders were cold. \n\n\"W-what? What of a change of clothes?\" \n\n\"You will receive them once you've been fully disarmed. Now, do you want to be knighted or not?\"\n\nSerena gingerly removed her armaments and dropped them to the floor. \n\n\"Good. We'll conduct a pat-down before you get knighted and trained for how to serve Lord Dwayne,\" the advisor said as he ran his hands over the dirtied, fair-skin of the nude maiden. Serena felt embarrassed as the advisor groped her breasts and felt her more *sensitive* areas, parting her folds. \n\n\"Is this fully necessary?\"\n\n\"Do you not want to be knighted?\"\n\nSerena held back her protest as she shook her head. \"No, I want to be knighted.\"\n\n\"Good. Proceed to the baths. A servant will bathe you and provide you robes,\" the advisor said, giving a light slap on the young woman's ass as she left for the next room.\n\nThe bath was an enjoyable reprieve from the humiliating \"search\" from the creepy advisor but Serena felt suspicious on how comfortable he was in abusing his power. What kind of honorable Lord would allow such abuses of power?\n\nSerena tried to push such thoughts of disloyalty out of her head as she enjoyed the soothing hands of the servant maiden sponging her bruised, sweaty body in fragrant water. \n\nSoon after, Serena was in a tunic with the Lord's sigil and the house colors accenting the sleeves. Serena braced herself as she tried her best not to grimace at following the creepy advisor to the Lord she would swear fealty to. \n\n\"Exit my throne room and close the doors,\" the Lord's voice commanded as two male guards saluted him and left, closing the heavy doors of the throne room behind them.\n\n\"You have proven your mettle in combat against the other knight prospects today, not only as a serf but as the first *female* who has passed the examination,\" the Lord said with a perplexed look upon his face. Serena shifted uncomfortably as she now felt a sense of recognition in some of the features of the Lord's face with the short distance between them.\n\n\"Now, normally, I'd just knight them and be done with it but you are not of nobility and you are a *woman*. Therefore, why don't we have a test of *loyalty*,\" the Lord said with a slight glimmer of degeneracy in his eyes. \n\n\"Kneel before me,\" the Lord commanded as he stood up and walked over to the obedient girl. With a calm movement, he began undoing the string of his bottoms.\n\n\"Do you swear to do *anything* your Lord asks of you, to protect and serve with your fullest abilities?\" \n\nSerena felt slightly uncomfortable near the crotch as she began recognizing more and more of how much Lord Dwayne resembled her. \n\n\"I do,\" she said, her heart hammering.\n\n\"Then prove it. Pleasure me,\" the Lord said as he took out his genitals.\n\n\"W-what? I thought I swore to protect you,\" Serena stuttered.\n\n\"No, you swore to protect *and serve*. Now, fulfill your duty, lest you want to be *punished for insubordination*?\" \n\nSerena's dreams of serving an admirable Lord were crushed that day as she took his salty, smelly cock into her mouth, his hands roughly pushing her head down to his base, his tip making her gag as he roughly throatfucked her. Tears flowed as her mouth became roughly used by the man she had regretted to find: her long lost father.\n\nThe aggressive Lord used her mouth like a toy as he happily asked his advisor, \"Osmand, would you please test my new subject's loyalty as well by using her pussy?\"\n\n\"Gladly, sire,\" the creepy advisor grinned as he removed his robes and stroker himself before spreading Serena's legs roughly and pushing himself into her painfully, without lubrication. \n\nSerena was in tears as the duo roughly spitroasted her, feeling violated as she realized her father was such a sexual degenerate and understanding her dreams of being an honest notable knight would be shattered.\n\nIt was a merciful occurrence how quickly Lord Dwayne came in her throat, ending at least half the torture as his advisor came soon after, splattering her perfect buttocks and leaving her deflowered, bloodied pussy dripping. \n\n\"I hereby dub you Sir Slut, keeper of my Sword,\" Dwayne snickered as he slapped her tearful face with his cock before formally knighting the dejected girl. \n\n\"Now clean my cock off and clean yourself up. I'll demand your *services* again later, *knight,\" the Lord laughed wickedly before walking off to be cleaned by his servants, leaving the poor girl in tears and splattered with cum."
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"content": "You do it\n\"Babe. I would do it if I could but I'm a man. So…\" Owen couldn't believe he would be able to put his foot in his mouth this much. Almost as soon as he Said it Brandy excitedly announced she had found the temporary gender change operation.\n\nBefore Owen knew it Brandy had him scheduled for a temporary change. She was so excited to make all the arrangements. Owen felt like he was just kind of along for the ride. Brandy took glee in letting Owen do whatever he wanted with her the night before the operation. \"Oh, you better get it all out of your system because you're going to be on the other side of this soon\" She said with a manic laugh.\n\nOwen was surprised to find out her plans. He thought they would be doing artificial insemination but Brandy was very insistent. They had a brief argument but ultimately he found himself walking into the operation. When it was done Brandy was there with a new sundress and a new name for Owen.\n\n\"I want to call you Wendy. Okay?\" Brandy was beaming. \n\n\"Fine.\" Wendy pouted. \"But you need to tell me your whole plan.\"\n\nThe first part of the plan was simple. Brandy wanted Wendy to get used to sex as a woman. She went down on the newly changed woman until she had a few orgasims but then she got a wicked smile and a dildo. Having sex this way was very different for Wendy.\n\nWendy was very surprised how quickly Brandy put together a list of potential studs. She had pictures and names. \"Well, I don't really know…\" Wendy sifted through the pile of applications. She wasn't happy to see they included dick pics as well. \"He seems nice, but he looks bigger than your strap on… honestly it looks kind of scary but all of his other information looks good.\" \n\n\"Oh if you choose him you will definitely need to learn how to give a blowjob.\"\n\n\"Wait, how do you know something like that?\" Wendy asked skeptically.\n\n\"Well.\" Brandy had a guilty look on her face. \"Not all of these are random pics. Some of these are guys I fucked before we met.\" \n\n\"Well, I'm not sure if I want to fuck some guy that fucked you first.\" Wendy tried her hardest to sound convincing, but the idea did turn her on. In the end she did choose one of Brandy's one nightstands. \n\n\"So it's your choice...\" Brandy smiled wide. \"Do you want me there or do you want some privacy?\" Her hand slid up Wendy's inner thigh.\n\n\"Maybe it's best you're not there to distract him.\" Wendy breathed heavily as Brandy began to play with her pussy. \n\n\"Distraction? Me?\" Brandy asked innocently as she grabbed a dildo in her other hand and lifted it to Wendy's lips. She was starting to get excited at the thought of sucking a real cock.\n\n(Part 2 in the works)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] send me some nsfw drawing propmts
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"content": " - catgirl maid dominates her master\n\n - draw a huge orgy where the people are very small and cover every inch the canvas like some sort of where's waldo book.\n\n - lust crazed muck men\n\n - whole bunch of fancy dildos with elaborate and impractical special functions.\n\n - go to wikipedia, hit the random article button twice, and draw a pic of the combination of those two things.\n\n - do a reference sheet for an OC\n\n - make a palette swap of an existing OC, draw them fucking the original one.\n\n - bimbofication ray activation process\n\n - wizard hoist by his own petard\n\n - epic level adventurers in revealing armor\n\n - figure drawing of a nude model, with as perfect anatomy, lighting and perspective as you can. It's just, the nude model happens to be masturbating."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd already figured out how to escape the room, but the place was cozy enough that she decided to see if she could get her friend to fuck her first...
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"content": "*thud*\n\nElise dropped from a hole in the ceiling, landing harder than she was expecting to and falling right on her ass. But, she was happy to realise that the floor broke her fall, a soft memory-material of some kind that gave her an embrace on whatever part of her touched the floor. It was nice. \n\nHaving ran for what seemed like an hour straight to be the first of her friends to get through most of the levels, Elise was winded and needed a break; the rest of the group was probably way behind still. She looked around for a spot to sit down and found one off to the side, a hard surface that allowed her to let the memory-material embrace her legs a bit. It was nice.\n\nThis escape-room place was the latest hang-out spot for the young people in her hometown; she came here with 7 of her friends once everyone was able to finish their exams and be off for the summer, and for her, it was a stress-free time to just be able to go out and feel free again. But one thing, or rather, person, was on her mind: Theo. Something about Theo really got Elise going, whether it was how kind and gentlemanly he was whenever their friend group got together, or the way he walked into a room with confidence yet not with arrogance, or maybe his laugh or the way that, if he looks at you, it feels like that you are all that matters. Elise just knew, with him, it was nice.\n\nShe looked around her as her breathing began to pick up and thought about where she was: the room was completely black, but with only the memory-material being a dark yellow colour. From her vantage point opposite of her corner in the room, she saw a tunnel with a white back wall in the room, with rainbow lettering; it looked like part of the word “Congratulations!” Seems as this room is the last before the place was escaped from; but, then she thought of a better idea. With any luck, Theo would be next out of the hole, and he could surprise him from her perch at the bottom. And then…then…well, “we’ll see what we can get away with”, she thinks. “It will be nice.”\n\nShe starts thinking it through more, her headspace beginning to get dirtier and dirtier, when suddenly:\n\n“Oh wow, a hole in the floor. That’s risky, but ehh”, a low, faint voice says from above.\n\n*thud*\n\nA tall figure lands on his feet just barely before falling backwards and catching himself with his hands. He releases his tense hold on the memory-material, lays down and starts to laugh. It was definitely Theo.\n\nElise bolts up from her slumped position and emerges from her shadowy perch:\n\n“Boo!” she yells as she stands right over Theo.\n\n“AH!”, Theo feigning fright. “Heya Elise! I thought you made it further already. You got a long distance ahead all of us so far.”\n\n“Yeah, I just got tired. Plus, the room’s just so comfy, and I feel like we’re almost done anyway, soooo…..”\n\n“Well, you’ve definitely got a lot of time on everyone else. I don’t think there will be anyone else for a while: Thomas and Johan were only about halfway through when I last heard them an hour ago.”\n\n“Yeah, looks like we got a lot of time. Come over here; found a cool spot”, Elise says motioning to her perch.\n\nGetting on the perch, Theo starts to catch his breath with Elise next to him.\n\n“So, how long have you been in this part?”, Theo asked.\n\n“Eh, only about 10 minutes, I guess,” presumed Elise. “Could probably stay in here for longer, with how cosy this room is.”\n\n“Yes, it’s so soft! I wouldn’t mind being in here for just a while longer either.”\n\n“Well, we _could_ stay in here just a bit longer, and make a statement with it too?”, hinted Elise.\n\n“A statement?”\n\n“Yes. A statement.”\n\n“How?”\n\nElise, with blind confidence (or was it bravado?), dragged Theo by his shirt collar and kissed him. “That’s the first word of the statement. I think I want to make this a sentence.”\n\nIt was obvious Theo was fighting a grin. But what was more obvious was the dance of the charmed cobra beneath his shorts. Elise wanted to sell the point further, swinging around to straddle Theo.\n\n“I want you. Plus, this will make for a great story that we can both brag about later. I’m all yours if you want me too”, Elise stated.\n\n“Well…”, Theo started.\n\nOne of Theo’s hands guided itself gently to her cheek, and the other on her lower back, and paying the kiss back with the grin finally showing with a full confidence: “Guess this will be a great story”\n\nBoth of them knew they had little time before others figured out the hole in the ceiling, but the risk of being caught quickly drove them crazy, some bits into a mumbled sense of laughter. Elise fumbled around levitating just above Theo’s lap as she worked to hike her shorts to the side, barely making enough for access. Theo brought the waistline just low enough to bring his dick out, his full growth flying out to graze between Elise’s legs. She gasped a bit, feeling it and not able to wait any longer.\n\n“I’m gonna make this nice”, Elise whispered with a kiss. Holding his member in one hand, she lowered herself onto Theo, feeling him fully the more she let her legs relax.\n\n“Oh my god”, gritted Theo.\n\nElise bounced up and down onto Theo, letting herself go just high enough to keep him in, then letting herself drop. Again and again. They had to keep each other quiet, saying “shhh” if either let out a yelp or anything beyond heavy breathing or a whisper. \n\nElise began to get tired and Theo realised this.\n\n“My turn”, Theo whispered.\n\nWhile still inside her, Theo guided Elise’s legs to grasp around his hips as he stood up. Turning around and letting Elise lay back on the perch, he continued with her around his waist.\n\nElise couldn’t help but whisper “yes, yes, yes…” as Theo went back and forth into her, being quick and yet being as precise as he could be. Theo couldn’t help placing his hands around her body, changing between her hips and her breasts. They had nowhere to go but into each other, but the euphoria had more than set in by then.\n\nAs steps began to reverberate closer from above, Elise felt Theo release into her as he dug a kiss into her neck. She had done it, but now with Theo’s seed in her, they had to actually escape now, and casually, (or at least as they didn’t just hook up). Pulling away and pulling up his shorts, Theo looked around while Elise tried to hold back the ‘leak’ with her hand. Scurrying around, he then stopped and said “AH!”\nHe pulled out something from his pocket, a cloth mask, placing it over Elise’s modesty hand.\n\n“This is why I love you, Theo. Such a gentleman.”, Elise said as she looked forward at Theo and placed the mask between herself and her bottoms.\n\n“Not quite a handkerchief. But hopefully, it will do for the rest of the maze,” smirked Theo.\n\n“It will. The final exit is right down there,” Elise stated as she pointed to the corner.\n\n“Well, guess we’re tying for this breakout maze. Come on.”\n\n“Well, you did come in, so coming on sounds great too.”\n\n“One thing at a time. Round 2 at my place?”\n\n“You’re on!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] July 2021 Contest: Frenemies
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"content": "Alice ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping the platinum white back into a ponytail. Electricity ran through her legs, pushing it out through her toes as she bounced. She was just getting the jitters under wraps when he came into view. John looked up, his smile burning into her mind until he turned into a uniform fleshtone blur. Alice folded her prescription glasses and passed them to Clair.\r \nShe wore only her skimpy booty shorts and a sports bra. John’s silhouette moved and she knew he was checking her out. She could still see his grin still in her mind. She didn’t want to see him, the audience or even the performers. Just the distance where her sight became clear.\r \nShe brought an ankle up to her arse and felt the fizzling tingle of her muscles stretching before trying to get the new found jitters out of her system. They rose whenever she saw him, her heart racing before she even took her first step. She needed to get him out of her mind if she hoped to win.\r \n“Try to keep up.” he said.\r \n“Break a leg.”\r \nAlice bent at the hips arching her arse toward the sky and feeling the rubbery ground at her fingertips. She pushed her mind to blank, forgetting all the distractions, the orange of the ground, to blankness of nothing… to John’s damn smirk.\r \n\\*bang\\*\r \nRippling muscle clenched, loose sinew pulling taught as she drove the earth away, pushing her fist forward and leaping out of the starting blocks. The only thing in front of her was the distant finish line, the rest of the world a blur of shapes.\r \nWind lashed at her face driving back the stay hairs, whipping across her sweat laced midriff. Still the tan blur pushed up into the left of her vision. She pushed her legs faster, muscle straining, burning then screaming as every inch pushed her forward. The earth crashed into her feet sending shocks up her calves until the finish line blurred and whipped past her. She slowed and the protests of her body caught up. Her face flushed with heat as the laughing from John jogged to a stop beside her.\r \n“Fuck… you… were right on… my tail.” he said between gasps.\r \nShe wasn’t fast enough, she didn’t need to see the results to know he had beaten her again. She wanted to punch that smirk off his face. Alice craned her neck toward the sky, gulping down the cold air as they both started walking off the track.\r \n“Wait!” called a referee.\r \nAlice hesitated then looked to the finish line as 3rd crossed and the straggling performers pulled in to take their respective places. They were not ‘real’ runners like John and Alice.\r \n“They’re getting slower.” said Alice.\r \n“Or we’re getting faster.”\r \n“I’ll beat you next time.”\r \n“You’re getting closer every time.” he said as they left the track, stepping over the collapsed runners. Alice accepted her glasses from a blur that snapped into the sharp clarity of a panting Clair.\r \nJohn had 30 kilo’s on her but he was still so damn fast, she would always be behind him at this rate. She needed to get him out of her head. Alice glared at his silhouette as they passed into the cold concrete, her sweat running ice cold and sapping away the battery acid in her legs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) She thought her best friend would be mad when she walked in on her riding her beloved younger brother, but as it turns out, she'd fantasized about it and wanted in.
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"content": "The cock inside me felt amazing, pushing against the walls of my pussy, as I slowly rocked back and forth on my knees. I had my eyes closed to focus on the sensation of riding the stiff cock below me. His hands reached up and grabbed my young breasts. He caressed them, squeezing them in his large hands. \n\r\n“Oh yes!” I cried out as he flicked both my nipples with his thumbs.\n\r\nI sped up, rocking back and forth, impaling myself on his delightful rod. His grip on my tits became rougher as we moved from a gentle motion to all out fucking. He tugged on my tits, pinching my nipples in his fingers. His cock thrusting into me as he flex his hips upwards. My clit I could feel the wonderful built up to a what I need would be a spectacular climax.\n\r\n“Oh my god!” a feminine voice suddenly cried out. \n\r\nA voice that wasn’t mine. \n\r\nWe both froze in mid stroke. \n\r\nMy first thought was, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck! I knew this was a bad idea. Why did I let it go so far? But fuck did it feel so good.”\n\r\nMy second thought was, “Oh shit. I know that voice.”\n\r\nI opened my eyes and half turned to the bedroom door. My arms instinctively coming up to cover my breasts.\r\nThere standing in the doorway, frozen, was my best friend Emily. She was bright red from head to toe; I’m sure from having barged in on me the mid fuck.\n\r\n“Uh… Hi,” I squeaked. \n\r\n“I… um you… sorry,” She muttered.\n\r\n“Um… yeah. Shit! I’m so sorry,” I apologized.\n\r\n “But holy shit! Your brother,” Emily exclaimed!\n\r\nI looked down at James, my twin brother below me. He looked just as petrified as I felt. Turning back to my best friend, “I’m so sorry. I know it’s wrong and I know you have a crush on him.”\n\r\n“I... Don’t,” she protested.\n\r\n“You do?” James asked. His cock quivered inside of me reminding me I was still impaled on my twins cock.\r\n“I’m so sorry. God, I’m a terrible friend. Please don’t tell anyone,” I begged.\n\r\n“...Your brother?” \n\r\nI froze hoping that at the very least I hadn’t ruined our friendship, let along word getting out that I was fucking my brother. God I would be a such a piranha at school. Emily seemed so conservative, from the manner of dress to her expressed views on things. I mean the girl barely showed any cleavage. Who knew how she would react to incest. I mean I hadn’t known her long. She was new to school this year, but we had hit it off immediately when we got partnered up in science class. I hadn’t had many friends before her and I really didn’t want to lose her.\n\r\nI waited on baited breath for her to say something, anything. James, completely still below me seemed to be doing the same.\n\r\n“Your brother,” she muttered again. “I can’t believe it. That’s so hot!”\n\r\n“What?” I exclaimed. Not sure that I had heard her right.\r\n“Your fucking your brother,” she giggled.\n\r\nI felt James’s cock pulse inside me as he exhaled the breathe he must have been holding in. \n\r\n“I mean, I never would have thought you too, would… well you know,” Emily said. Her face turned bright red again as she realized what she was about to say.\n\r\nJames’s cock pulsed inside of me again and I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. Seems I was still horny.\n\r\n“Oh,” Emily said. She seemed to draw closer to the bed as I sat there trembling as my twins cock flexing inside me.\n\r\n“Can I watch?” Emily whispered.\n\r\n“Oh god,” I moaned again. I couldn’t help it but I seemed to get excited thinking about her watching us.\n\r\n“Under one condition,” James said, finally saying something. \n\r\n“What?” she asked hesitantly.\n\r\n“You have too many clothes on,” James said.\n\r\n“Oh. I…What?” Emily questioned. Blushing again fiercely as she realized what he meant.\n\r\n“Oh yeah,” I said as if reading my twins mind. “Its only fair right.”\n\r\n“I’m not sure I could.”\n\r\n“If you get to see us, we should get to see you,” I said. I didn’t want to push her too far, but I suddenly seemed have the burning desire to see her little body naked as the day she was born.\n\r\n“I…”\n\r\nI grabbed my twins hand and brought it up to my right tit. Still twisted towards her I felt myself up with my brothers hand. Emily’s eyes were glued to my tit being mashed by my brother and my hands. I began to slowly rock back and forth, fucking myself on my brother’s cock. Emily’s eyes drifted down to where my pussy engulfed his cock. I moaned as the sensation in my body seemed to flare up as if we hadn’t been interrupted. Though it was much more intense with someone watching.\n\r\n“Oh my,” Emily said. Her voice raspy with desire.\n\r\n“Take your off shirt,” my brother said.\n\r\nEmily, so focused on my body bouncing up and down, didn’t even question the command. She reached down and grabbed her shirt, pulling up over her body. The shirt momentarily got caught on her tits, causing them to bounce a bit in her white cotton bra, before she yanked it off her head. Then without prompting, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, which then began to fall revealing two small yet perky white tits with very pokey pink nipples. \n\r\n“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” my brother cried out. I felt his cock pulse spewing forth his cum in me. \n\r\n“Oh yes, yes, yes!” I screamed. My own orgasm flew through me exploding ever nerve inside me. My back arched and then I collapsed over my brother.\n\r\nI could still feel my brother’s cock, rock hard, inside me as I came down from my high. I turned to look at Emily, her eyes were afire with desire. “Would you like a turn?” I asked.\n\r\nAll she could do was nod her head yes.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A deal with a demon has some unforeseen side effects, though not all are unwelcome. What are some sexy consequences of such a deal?
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd hoped that the milkshakes would give her a modest bust increase, and she was surprised that they'd worked. She was more surprised that she still seemed to crave them, even as she continued to get bustier...
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"content": "Milkshake Mix-Up\n\nNancy was ecstatic when she got home from work. The box had been sitting on her front porch and one look at the overly discreet packaging let her know exactly what it was. Hurrying inside she tossed her purse and phone onto the kitchen table before grabbing a knife and cutting open the tape sealing the package. Inside were about a dozen small packets.\n\nPulling one of the packets free Nancy was surprised to see that the wording on the outside of each was in a foreign language. It didn't matter, she knew what they were. \"Bust Boost\" was a product she had found online after months of searching. There were so many scams that she thought this too was fake. But a product demo showing a nude woman ingesting one of the shakes and growing a cup size seemed real enough so she ordered them immediately. She still expected a scam but even the chance, god it would be worth it.\n\nRyan was an absolute hunk from work and he barely seemed to notice Nancy. Sure she was pretty, and fit, with a nice ass and killer legs but his eyes focused on one thing. Tits. The bigger the better it seemed. Ryan couldn't help but stare at a busty woman even if he did blush like a schoolboy when caught. God she was desperate for him to notice her, but push up bras and extra padding had only gotten the briefest of glances.\n\nPractically tearing open the fridge Nancy pulled out the half full gallon of milk. Ripping the packet open she poured the contents in a large glass. Her hand shook as she poured the milk. She was praying this would work even as her mind told her it wouldn't. Stirring the mixture she could barely wait until the mix wasn't a clumpy mess before she lifted it to her lips and tilted it back. \n\nThe taste was sweet but with a subtly bitter aftertaste. Still, the fake strawberry masked it decently well. Nancy chugged the milkshake greedily though eager to find out if this was a scam. When her glass was empty her stomach felt queasy and full from drinking too much too quickly. Suddenly a thought came to her and she headed for her bedroom peeling off her top as she did. If this worked she didn't want her tiny bra cutting into her new tits. \n\nAs Nancy stared in the mirror waiting for something to happen she wondered why she bothered wearing a bra. Most teen girls had more up top than her. In her own teen years she had always hoped she was a late bloomer. She had watched with envy as other girls became bustier and drew the attention of horny boys, but she never blossomed. \n\nTen minutes later Nancy's heart sank. Nothing. The video online had shown results after five minutes but she had held out hoping the shake would kick in. Sighing heavily she looked in the mirror one last time. Nothing. Throwing on a loose tee from a former boyfriend she stepped out into the kitchen and sighed. Glancing at the fridge she shrugged, the shake had filled her up. Thinking about the shake she glanced at the packets. Remembering the taste her mouth began to water. They hadn't been that good had they? No they were pretty bad but she craved another. Still full though she moved to the couch and flipped on the TV.\n\nAs she flipped channels Nancy found it difficult to get comfortable. Her clothes felt scratchy and her stomach began to rumble. She knew she couldn’t be hungry, she’d just had a shake but she still felt a craving for another of those shakes. Glancing downward after one particularly loud rumble she blinked. The front of the loose tee shirt was much further out than she remembered. Surprised, she slowly brought her hands up to her chest. Cupping her breasts in both hands she felt the round curve of the small breasts. Nancy had never had much but now she guessed she would likely fill out a B cup bra. Grinning wildly she tore off the shirt and breathed a sigh of relief.\n\nRushing into her bedroom Nancy stared in her mirror. She realized the strange feel of her clothes was probably due to the expanding and surprisingly sensitive flesh of her newly growing breasts. Caressing her swelling assets Nancy revelled in the warm soft skin before squeezing them experimentally. It felt strange to knead the sensitive flesh, the yielding breasts that caused her to squirm. Fuck, it felt so amazing! Did all women’s tits feel like this? From the way her friend’s complained about their boyfriend’s pawing them she couldn’t believe they did. Her pussy was dripping from the sensation and she couldn’t stop caressing her new breasts. As her fingers slid over her nipples she moaned deeply. God, that felt amazing!\n\nThe only thing that was distracting Nancy from the amazing feel of her own breasts was an itching sensation from her hips, ass, and crotch. Pulling down her shorts she felt them tight around her hips. Turning she looked at her ass in the mirror. Was it bigger? That wasn’t supposed to happen! The shakes were supposed to give her a bigger bust not a bigger ass! And were her hips wider? Looking at her reflection she saw that she had an hourglass shape that she had never seen in the mirror before. Struck by a sudden thought she ran her fingers over her ass experimentally. The surge of pleasure that rushed into her pussy made her knees weak. \n\nAlmost falling forward Nancy braced herself on the mirror, her palm pressed to the cool glass as she panted with lust. As much as the widening hips and ass were concerning her, Nancy moaned and stared at her breasts. She watched them swell even more as they hung slightly. That sent another wave of giddy pleasure through her body. Her breasts had never hung or sagged, or bounced before and now they were large enough to do all three. She wanted badly to touch them again but she knew caressing her bust would be too much. Steadying herself she realized she would never be able to do anything while she stood, though the pull of gravity on her full heavy breasts was a new and pleasant experience, She collapsed onto her bed.\n\nNancy marvelled at how her soft natural-seeming breasts settled, and her hands were drawn to her warm tit-flesh. Both hands kneaded the new grown melons. If her mind had been able to focus she would have guessed she had continued to grow until she had a nice set of D cup tits that would definitely draw Ryan’s attention. However, her lust was too great. No thoughts of Ryan entered her brain, her mind was obsessed with her new grown tits. Their curve filler her vision, the soft squish of flesh squeezing between grasping fingers felt amazing. As she pulled and tweaked her nipples she came. Her vision swam with spots before she closed her eyes to ride the wave of pleasure to its peak. Then it all came crashing down in a release that made her pant for breath. Had she really just cum from just playing with her tits?\n\nThe need relieved Nancy squirmed on the bed, she still wanted to play with her swollen and juicy cunt but she knew she’d be too sensitive for a while now. Instead she pried her hands from playing with her tits and sat up. As she stared in the mirror a new woman stared back. Nancy’s face had changed subtly. She looked more mature but was still beautiful and attractive. Her body however, was so different! Her hips had widened, her ass had plumped, and her tits! Her tits were heavy and full, nicely rounded with a little bit of sag that she suspected was due to their size and weight. As she stood slowly she turned in the mirror. Her body seemed… more… mature? More, plump and sexy. She wasn’t fat, or even chubby. She was voluptuous. She was the kind of woman that most men would look at lustfully. She knew there was a term that was escaping her mind. Two things distracted her.\n\nThe first was her stomach. It grumbled and she glanced toward her bedroom door. It would be so easy to go get another shake. Sure, she had nice full tits now, but she imagined what Ryan would do to be hers if she had just a little more up top. The thought made her wet, god she needed a cock. She needed it to shoot lots of yummy cum in her fertile cunt and just pump her full of a baby. Blinking, she banished the thought. Where had that come from? To distract herself she looked for the other thing that had caught her attention. Her phone had chimed. Picking it up she noticed a new email.\n\nOpening the email she saw it was from the company that sold the shakes. Nancy felt a growing anxiety as she saw the subject, “Our Apologies for Mistake.” The broken English seemed right for the foreign company but it was the subject matter that worried her. Opening the email she read the text.\n\n“Our apology, accident at warehouse sent you one of a dozen “MILF-Shakes” instead of order correct “Bra-Buster Blast.” For apologies we send original order.”\n\nNancy stared wide eyed at the message, then wandered to her kitchen. MILF-shakes! She had seen the product on the website. She had just wanted a bosom boost not to be turned into a MILF! Suddenly her expanded ass, widened hips, and the fact that she could think of nothing else but getting Ryan’s baby batter in her pussy made sense. MILF-Shakes had been advertised to turn even the skinniest teen tart into a voluptuous baby craving mature woman. She wouldn’t have minded so much, except her mouth was watering and her mind kept trying to tell her. One more shake wouldn’t hurt would it?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To arrive at an all-inclusive resort, only to discover being booked with an unexpected suitemate is one thing. It's another thing when that suitemate is a monster girl!
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"content": "Part 1.\n\nI just stood there.\n\nNobody told me that I was sharing the suite with anyone.. \n\nWell, I did recall something about a discount, but I was just so tired.\n\nIt's been over a year since I took an actual vacation.\n\nMy only real stress relief has been working out.\n\nMy brain, however, was struggling to work out who this woman was and why she was in my suite.\n\nIt was difficult to think at all, as she was wearing a fairly revealing outfit.\n\nThat outfit included a top that barely contained her enormous tits!\n\nHer diaphanous blouse clearly showing her lacy bra and the mountains of green woman flesh beneath.\n\nMy eyes snapped up at her interrogative \"Can I help you?\"\n\nI forced my mind out if the gutter and answered her \"Um...Hi. Sorry. This is suite 606?\" \n\nI held up my passcard.\n\nThe exquisite Orc beauty smiled. \"Oh yes. It is. You must be my suitemate. I'm Claudia.\"\n\nI recalled my manners at last \"Oh, Good. I'm Anon. I wasn't aware that the discount was because of a suitemate. Sorry. I just was caught off guard.\"\n\nClaudia nodded and said \"Well, no need to be standoffish. There's only one bed and I'm betting that neither of us has an alternative sleeping arraignment.\"\n\nNow, MonsterGirls are not exactly new, having arrived in our dimension ten years ago.\n\nAfter the initial panic it was determined that they were refugees from a terrible war that killed off more than ninety percent of their male population. \n\nAfter just a year from initial contact, it was proven that Humans and MonsterGirls could interbreed. Sometimes a Monster and sometimes a Human.\n\nI should mention that many lonely MonsterGirls are quite straightforward about husband-hunting. \n\nI am painfully single due to the insane hours of my job preventing me from having any time off. \n\nClaudia smiled at me and I was entranced by her pretty face, shoulder-length red hair and cute freckles on her forest-green skin. Skin that was clearly in abundance. \n\nHer short black skirt showed off her long, pretty legs to excellent advantage. The sexy thigh-highs nylons she was wearing made actually thinking even harder, because it was making ME harder.\n\n*Down, boy!* I mentally scolded my cock.\n\nClaudia either didn't notice or at least pretended to not notice my 'growing' discomfort...\n\nTo avoid further awkwardness, I babbled out \"So...Claudia. You got a boyfriend or something?\" \n\nI inwardly cringed at how lame I must have sounded. \n\nTo be fair, outside work, I hardly had time to talk to women, and the jet lag did nothing to help.\n\nClaudia \"Nope. Painfully single. I just never could find the right kind of guy. Either Love-Em-And-Leave-Em jerks who made it clear they just wanted a one night stand, or a loser who never could measure up.\"\n\nI was obviously too tired to hide my embarrassed dismay, as I have only had one girlfriend in my life, and that was back in High School. \n\nClaudia, thankfully, was not a mind reader and just acted as if she didn't notice my dismay.\n\nShe DID notice, however, my still raging hard-on. \n\nTo this she did respond in a saucy voice \"I can see that you DO measure up! Rather nicely.\"\n\nPart 2 soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Use a random character generator to come up with two characters and have them fuck
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"content": "Alice was a Troubled Spooky Library Girl. She followed the page and skimmed the next step, putting tension onto the torque wrench and fiddling the pins with her other hand. She should have practised this on a more private door first. She jimmied the torque wrench and herd the clicks but it was more difficult than the book-\r \n\\*click\\*\r \n“Sorry Mr Book, I’ll have more faith in you next time.” she said before stacking him into her bag and slipping through the door.\r \nThe room was like a scene from beauty and the beast, a two story library fully equipped with skeletons of dead monsters and ancient mystical weapons. Her mother was a bit of a Busy Creature Investigator Mom.\r \nAlice ignored the weapons and went straight for the books. They were seemingly out of order… or in a category system she didn’t recognize. The spines where mismatches, some where moden printed books, others dusty old tomes. Alice skimmed the spines deciding the first book she would take a look at would be something different. They say to not judge a book by it’s cover but it was ok because she was judging them by their spines.\r \nOne book stood out. A thick black spine, many books were black… it seemed to be a general theme but this one was old, bound in a stained glossy material… no, wet material. It seemed to have bones beneath the surface and almost appeared to shift under her inspection. There were no words on the spine and when her fingers touched, it felt like it was feeling her back.\r \nAlice slid the book free, the cover was some ancient rune made of seriffed glyphs, a language that implied it was from a culture that carved words into stone. Alice debated picking another book, she assumed this one wouldn't be in english but something seemed to want her to be reckless to further the plot.\r \nShe carried the book to a pedestal and opened the cover.\r \nBlack glyphs shifted over green transparent pages. It would be irresponsible to read such a book.\r \nThe glyphs started to twist, forming familiar shapes.\r \n“Extra… eager…” Alice read, following the glyphs as they formed two other words in english. “Noodle god?”\r \nBlack ink erupted from the page, coagulating into undulating appendages anchored to the pages. Alice panicked and tried to close the book but it grabbed her wrists and held itself open.\r \n“Fuck!”\r \n“Don’t close me!”\r \n“Nope! I fucked up, please go back into the book.”\r \n“I’m friendly, I'm a… aggghh! …. Friendly monster!” it shouted, rising off the pedestal as Alice fell back, its pages suspended on the growing black limbs.\r \n“I very much doubt you're friendly!” cried Alice as she reached for her bag and searched for her letter opener against the struggling limbs that grew stronger by the second.\r \n“Yes really… argh!... Just trust me… stop poking me!”\r \n“Let me go!”\r \n“You will close me.”\r \n“Exactly!” Shouted Alice as she stabbed at the black eager noodles.\r \n“That's not an encouraging proposal.”\r \n“Mom! I fucked up!”\r \n“The crazy lady is your mom?”\r \n“Don’t talk about my mother like that!”\r \n“She traps people in books!”\r \n“You’re not people!”\r \n“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover!” it grumbled as it grabbed her knifearm, having gathered enough strength to restrain it. Alice tensed her arm but gave up the battle and focussed on the book itself, she kicked it’s pages and swung her bag full force to clober it with the 4 tomes inside. It fell away sprawling across the floor. Alice landed on the cover with a huff and shoved it shut. The black ink fell apart and rained down into a puddle that seeped back into the pages.\r \n“Break into mom's library… it will be fun…”\r \nAlice eyed the book, then stashed it into her bag and scampered out of the library back to her room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I want to write stories about stait-laced smart women become dumb, slutty girls
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"content": "In my experience you don't need to invoke magic or science fiction to make this happen.\n\nThe City Manager's executive assistant, Stacey, needs to blow-off steam and get over some recent bad dates. She decides to drive two towns over to a beach town where she's less likely to run into anyone she knows. She proceeds to get drunk at The Blue Marlon, an outdoor restaurant overlooking the beach as the sun slowly sets and literally lets her hair down. As she get's drunker and more talkative she becomes comfortable enough to remove articles of clothing until she's stumbling back from the bathroom in just her bikini and sandals. The lady bartender isn't thrilled with the new attention whore but is good enough to keep an eye on her and only let her hook-up with guys she knows. A few much younger guys have the night of their lives with Stacey in the men's room and again under the pier.\n\nShe wakes-up with a pounding hangover and her clothes are nowhere to be seen. Fortunately the bartender held her phone and purse and she calls a Lyft. Retrieving her car is a problem for tomorrow Stacey. The bartender gives her one of the Blue Marlon's brand-printed T-shirts so she has something to wear for the trip home, but out of disapproval for her behavior last night she gets a size medium which doesn't cover much below the waist.\n\nA few months later, absentmindedly, Stacey wore the Blue Marlon shirt out and strangers would notice her and say \"Hey, it's Stacey.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] *outlandish* “clothed-male/naked-female” ideas I haven’t yet thought of, set in the present or future (utopian, dystopian, or otherwise). Preferably w/ dialog between both CMNF-enthusiasts & non-proponents, esp. if the non-proponents can be cajoled into trying a CMNF experience for themselves.
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"content": "A group of underground criminal's and government protesters unite. They show there credibility by tattoos of the event's they have been a part of. The more 'credible' of these individuals are running out of socially acceptable skin to present. \nWhat was initially a more conservative movement has suddenly become more exhibitionist as the most exalted are inching closer and closer to fully nude in order to fully represent the deeds they have been a part of."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cowgirl/holstaur rogue is a bit embarrassed about her prodigious milk output, but her party is glad to have fresh cream on tap...
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"content": "Four figures huddled around a campfire, trying to stave off the oppressive cold of the night. A tall, lanky mercenary sharpened her sword; a proselytizing cleric paged through some of his deity’s holy works; an ancient witch preened over her crow familiar; a figure wreathed in shadow tinkered with a crossbow that was barely visible to anyone around.\n\nThe witch looked up to her granddaughter, satisfied after giving her familiar attention. “Sofia,” she chastised, “there’s not a soul for miles around. You don’t need to hunker in your shadows. Why not enjoy our lively conversation once in a while?” She gestured to the other companions, neither of which had spoken more than ten words in the past two hours.\n\nSofia sighed. “I’m sorry, Granmama. Habits like this are hard ones to break.” A hand crept up and pulled her hood down and cloak aside, exposing her features to the dim light of the campfire. The hood briefly caught against two softened horns near her temples, one of the few outward signs of her heritage. Most were disappointed when they couldn’t immediately see her kind’s other notable features. With a quiet sound of discomfort, she reached at the chest of her leather armor.\n\nThe witch, Inessa, chuckled. “I suppose we *are* getting to that time of day. But I also suppose that if, last night, *certain* people,” she turned and gave a superficial glare at the other two companions, “could have actually gotten around to fulfilling the reason they *begged* you to join--”\n\n“Don’t blame me,” the mercenary stopped sharpening her sword, “that was the last night we would be in civilization for a month. That brothel was calling to me and you know it.”\n\nThe cleric spoke up next. “And believe me, I could not believe that local parish was begging me to perform those rights for the evening. I swear, have the yokels around here never seen a proper man of the cloth?”\n\n“That still doesn’t absolve you!” Inessa’s fake lecture continued regardless. “One whole season we’ve been with her, and one full season you’ve performed your duties!” Off to the side, Sofia unlaced and removed her armor, then struggled with the corset beneath. “You know our kind thrive on regularity and a kept schedule, and yet you so easily and callously left her to suffer in silence! You should--!”\n\n“Inessa,” Sofia’s voice dripped with embarrassment, “enough. If you’re going to complain so much, then actually help with the problem.”\n\nWith the corset now unlaced, she gingerly unclasped the front and pulled it off of herself. The hidden enchantments of the corset became obvious as it all but seemed to generate plush, stuffed skin from its interior on her chest as it pulled away. As it finally fell in her lap, the last part of her chest exposed itself to the world, just about touching her lap, capped by hardening nipples glistening with droplets of milk.\n\nThe cleric closed his tome with a soft *thump* and the mercenary sheathed her sword. They stood and made their ways over to Sofia, settling down on opposite sides of her. Sofia turned to the mercenary first, lifting her left breast and letting the fighter settle in her lap, then easing the breast down into her hungry mouth.\n\n“Oh, don’t look so down, Jakub.” Inessa gave the cleric an amused grin. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”\n\n“What I wanted,” he replied as Sofia readied her breast and lap for him, “were fresh provisions. *Anything* other than the rations I had to subsist on in the field.”\n\n“And does she not provide?”\n\nJakub sighed as he lowered himself down onto her lap. “Perhaps, but some would say a full meal is too much.”\n\nSofia rolled her eyes as Jakub began drinking. “And ‘some people’ haven’t grown up around us Holstaurs. Part of the territory.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sorceress queen was an imposing foe. That is unless you knew about her taste for being tied up...
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"content": "It had taken years of preparation – years of practicing their respective skills, years of searching the lands to find any information on the sorceress queen that they could use against her – but finally, the adventurers were ready to confront her and to put an end to her reign of terror once and for all. \n“Ready?”, Durgrimm asked. The dark-skinned dwarven paladin and leader of the party looked dead serious as he gripped his mace and shield firmly. \n“Ready,” the gnome witch Clover confirmed. There were tendrils of black energy swirling around her pale green arms and a mad spark in her eyes. \n“Ready,” Goldfang added. The brown dragonborn’s bow was still fixed to his back as he was instead wielding in one hand a handaxe and in the other a thin but sturdy silk rope. If the information they had obtained in Aliad was accurate, that rope would prove far more dangerous to the evil queen than any arrow. \n“Ready,” Quinn said, concluding their round. The human, as always obscured by their cloaks and capes growled animalistically. They had sold their soul to bring a stop to the queen and were more eager than any to bring her to justice – or what they and their mad patron considered justice.\n\nWithout another moment wasted, Durgrimm kicked open the door to the sorceress queen’s throne room. Clover sent darts of shadow into the hall, Goldfang opened his mouth and blew out a breath of flame and Quinn sent a wave of pure, blue energy into the room. \nWhen the smoke of their initial barrage cleared, they found the room empty of the minions they had expected to clear out with it. \nStanding alone in front of her twisted throne of metal and bone was the sorceress queen, untouched by these attacks. The woman who had once been an elf before centuries of infernal pacts and unnatural magic had turned her into something else, stood tall at almost eight feet in height, impossibly slender with long arms and legs, her skin as white as snow. Long black hair flowed down her back and a pair of red eyes, burning hot like embers, stared out at the intruders. Her lips, the color of blood, were twisted into a mocking smile and her teeth, as sharp as a shark’s, glistened in the light of the torches illuminating this underground palace of hers. \n“So you come to challenge me,” the sorceress queen hissed. “I should strike you all down for this insolence but I am a generous goddess. Those of you who lay down their weapons and surrender will not be killed. You will be tortured and reeducated until you shall be my loyal servants.” \n“There is none of us here that would choose such a fate over death,” Durgrimm announced. \nThe queen appeared unfazed, having expected this response. “Then death shall be your fate,” she announced.\n\nWhat happened next was chaos. Spell collided with spell, weapons were deflected by invisible barriers. Despite her prideful demeanor, even the sorceress queen had to use all her powers to withstand the shared assault of Durgrimm, Clover and Goldfang – so much so that she did not notice that Quinn was not joining in the fight. Their task was the most important. The one to which all the others were nothing but a distraction. The others had to give them the time they needed.\n\n“Fools!”, the queen laughed. “Powerful you may be, but none can match my magic!” The air around her suddenly began sparking electrically as small lightning hit everything surrounding her. Durgrimm’s shield guarded him but Clover and Goldfang both screamed in pain at the assault. \nBefore the queen could press her advantage, however, Quinn’s voice rose, cold and imposing as it was guided by their patron. “Then attempt to match it is not what we shall do.” They stretched out their hand to the queen. It appeared as if nothing happened but Quinn growled: “Now!”\n\nImmediately, their three companions stormed at the queen. Seeing her wards fail to hold back the attackers, the queen attempted to weave a spell to repel them but, to her horror, the dark powers she had allied herself with no longer answered her. Within seconds, she found herself tackled to the ground and, physically not strong enough to stop them, watched helplessly as Goldfang wound his ropes around her limbs before tying them to the pillars in the throne room, leaving her tall, thin body spread-eagle and immobile within the center of her power. \n“You may have found a way to banish my masters but they will find a way to return to me. And my wrath shall be most terrible,” the queen growled, pulling on the ropes binding her. “Even without them here, I am still immortal. You cannot kill me and you cannot stop me from regaining my magic sooner or later.”\n\nThe adventurers were silent for a moment. They knew she was telling the truth, which is why the piece of information they received in Aliad was what they relied on. If the man who had claimed to have been the queen’s servant for many decades had been lying, they – and the whole world – were doomed.\n\n“You are telling the truth,” Clover said solemnly. “Unless you renounce your powers and your dark pacts, you will always be immortal. But we believe that before your powers return, you will eagerly renounce them!” \n“And why would I do that?”, the queen laughed bitterly. “Torture? Please, I have on my path to power suffered torment worse than anything you simple mortals could come up with.” \n“No,” Goldfang grinned. “Not torture!”\n\nAll four adventurers dropped their weapons to the ground. They would no longer need them. Goldfang stepped forward and reached into the cleavage of the long golden dress the queen was wearing. In one swift movement, he tore it off her body, exposing white, hairless skin, a pair of small breasts adorned with dark nipples and the small labia between her forcibly spread legs. There was no sign of underwear. The dress had been all the garments the sorceress queen had worn. \n“What are you doing?”, she demanded. \nThe adventurers didn’t answer. Instead, Clover knelt down next to her and lowered her head over her body. The autumn red hair on her head reached down to tickle over the queen’s pale body as the gnome’s lips closed around the queen’s left nipple. Gently, the gnome began sucking it, allowing her hands to explore the white skin of her victim. \nAt the same time, Durgrimm did the same to her right nipple, his beard scratching her breast as his tongue, lips and teeth expertly work the erogenous zone. \nQuinn stepped up to her head and leans over it. “You are nothing but our plaything now,” they whisper. “Our toy to do with what we please!” They lean in further, locking their lips with those of the queen, who, despite herself, eagerly returns the human’s kiss. They pull back and smirk. “It must have been centuries since someone has kissed you, hasn’t it, oh, evil queen?” The sorceress queen nods, her white cheeks flushing red now. Quinn laughed. “You can force your slaves to tie you up and pleasure you or have their way with you, but there is no genuine excitement in it if you know that you are secretly always in charge. That they only do what they do to you because you ordered them.” Again, the queen nods, averting her eyes like a young village maiden rather than the evil queen of an ancient empire. One more time, Quinn leans down and kisses the queen’s blood red lips. “Well, we are in control now. And you are completely at our mercy.” \nWhen Goldfang kneels down between the queen’s spread legs, her labia have already opened from arousal and are glistening wet. The dragonborn leans in and pushes his long, forked tongue out, gently and teasingly running it over the queen’s labia before finding first the entrance to her vagina and teasing it briefly and then moving to the swollen clitoris above. Using his years of experience and his advantageous anatomical features, he pleasures her orally, at the same time pushing the index and middle finger of his right hand together and sliding them between the queen’s butt cheeks. She gasps into Quinn’s lips, again locked with hers, as the dragonborn’s two fingers enter her butthole, stretching it out pleasurably.\n\nThe four adventurers thus continue to pleasure their mortal enemy, who quickly gives up all pretenses of resistance, moaning, gasping and writhing in pleasure at their touches. \nFinally, the adventurers put the final part of their plan in motion. Quinn pulls back from his kiss and lifts the queen’s head to let her watch as Goldfang undoes his breeches and lets them fall to the floor. Between his legs, an erection stands proudly, longer and thicker than any human’s. The sorceress queen gasps excitedly. “Yes, please!”, she begs quietly as Goldfang begins rubbing his cock against her excited vulva. \n“You want me to stick it in?”, Goldfang asks with a grin on his draconic face. \n“Yes, please!”, she repeats. \n“Not ‘yes, please’,” Quinn corrects. “What do you say?” \nThere is a moment of hesitation, then the queen moans: “Yes, master!” \n“Good girl,” Quinn smiles, rewarding her with another kiss as Goldfang pushes the tip of his large cock against the entrance of her vagina, applying gentle pressure to it. “But there is still one more thing you have to do before he will do what you beg for.” The queen looks at him with wide, begging eyes, her embers now glowing with lust, not rage. “Renounce your evil powers. Become a mortal again.” \n“I cannot do that,” the queen replies, genuine regret in her voice. She wants to. Badly. \nImmediately, Clover and Durgrimm withdraw from her breasts and Goldfang moves away, removing his cock from the queen. \n“Then you will never experience this again. You will never again be at the mercy of someone else. For the rest of your very long life, the pleasures of giving up control will be lost to you,” Quinn whispers. “It is your choice.” \nGoldfang only needs to look at the throbbing between the queen’s legs, at the way she attempts to move towards him in her bonds, to know what her answer will be."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone listening to their very naive and very gullible spouse/partner explain all the times they committed unintentional infidelity.
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"content": "\"I'm sorry, you did WHAT with your coworker?\" asked Robert as he spit out his drink.\n\n\"Oh it was his birthday so I just \"blew out his candle\" giggled Hannah. \"He told me it's tradition for the ladies to do that whenever one of the guys has a birthday at the office.\"\n\n\"So... Was the \"candle\" his cock?\" asked Robert in a weak voice. His wife was so gullible he was surprised she hadn't found a way to accidentally sell their house for 100 dollars yet.\n\n\"Yeah!\"\n\n\"I thought so. And, uh, did you ask any of your other coworkers about this \"tradition\" beforehand?\"\n\n\"Greg said all the other women on the team had already blown out his candle before I did so I didn't want to be the only one who hadn't,\" said Hannah.\n\n\"Oh really,\" said Robert with a deep sigh.\n\n\"Yep! And I asked some of the other guys at the office afterwards and they all got really happy and said Greg was right. So I've blown out quite a few candles since then.\"\n\n\"You've... Never mind. I'm not surprised,\" said Robert.\n\n\"Is something wrong with it?\" asked Hannah in confusion.\n\n\"It's fine. It's not a big deal I guess,\" said Robert diplomatically. He knew trying to convince her to stop would require a lengthy conversation and more than one argument. At least it was just one blowjob a year for each of her several coworkers. \"Let's talk about something else. How was your camping trip with your friends?\"\n\n\"Oh it was great! I had no idea we scheduled our camping trip during FYF Day!\"\n\n\"What the heck is that?\"\n\n\"Oh the guys explained it to me. It's a holiday called \"Fuck Your Friends Day\". I didn't believe them at first since they are always trying to trick me and mess with me but they showed me a website or something that mentioned it.\"\n\n\"Oh Jesus,\" muttered Robert. \"So you... With all three of them?\"\n\n\"Do you mean did they all fuck me?\" asked Hannah with a bubbly smile. \"They did! I didn't want to leave any of them out even though it was pretty tiring for me since they didn't want to fuck each other and I was the only girl. The first round wasn't too bad though.\"\n\n\"The first round...\" said Robert as he stared into space with a vacant expression.\n\n\"Oh yeah that was just the first round. They must have been really pent up because they kept wanting to fuck me all day. Each of them must have fucked me like three times by the time we finally went to bed.\"\n\n\"Ah. So that's why you were limping when they dropped you off yesterday,\" said Robert.\n\n\"Yep! My legs were like rubber even after a couple nights of sleep.\"\n\n\"Well if that's all that happened I guess it's not that big of a d-\" began Robert as he rubbed his forehead.\n\n\"Oh but you know the day after FYF Day is apparently Spank and Suck Day so my poor booty was so sore even on the drive home. That's the other reason I was walking so weird.\n\n\"Oh my god. I need a strong drink.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wearing masks in public became so normalized that going unmasked is equivalent to being nude.
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"content": "*\"Federal Mask Mandate §19.1118.33*\n\n*With the Delta Variant possibility, and to encourage proper mask-wearing, any person(s) found not wearing a mask will be considered nude and inviting of sex. Any who see this may, therefore, use the offending individual's mouth in the following ways:*\n\n*Kissing\nFellatio\nCunnilingus\"*\n\nI closed my email and felt a wave of panic wash over me. In the office, we were fine. We were all vaccinated and taken care of. But outside of the office? We'd all grown so accustomed to not wearing our masks that we didn't even bring them to work anymore. I heard chairs shift quickly as people ran. They were going to get whatever temporary masks we had left!\n\nI hesitated for too long. The masks were all gone and no one would share. Everyone was too scared to risk this new law. But... Maybe not everyone knew about it yet? \n\nOf course they did. \n\nI'd managed to make it as far as the subway before I heard this annoying voice behind me, \"hey, bitch.\" I turned around and see the epitome of the term 'Karen' standing there with her bob haircut and sunglasses. \"Where's your mask? You're endangering all of us here!\"\n\n\"I know! I'm so sorry, I left it on acci—\" I was cut off as she walked over to me and pushed me to my knees. \n\n\"I don't care, bitch. As of right now, you're going to eat me out as penance for endangering my life!\" She snaped, dropping her underwear. \n\nI tried to get up, but a fely a strong grip on my shoulders as a large man holds me down. I looked around and see a bunch of men and women all getting ready to follow this woman's lead. \"Listen, please, if you have an extra, I'll mphh—!\" Her pussy lips covered my face, my nose buried in her snatch as my mouth is forced to taste her semi-aroused cunt. I can't fight back as she starts to grind against my face, riding me like some cheap carnival ride. \n\nI didn't even get to use my tongue—not that I was complaining—before she came on my face. \"Ugh, at least you're good for something.\" I felt her grab my wrist before I feel cold steel around it and hear a 'clink' sound. As she climbed off of me, I see that she's handcuffed me to one of the poles. \n\n\"What the fuck did you do?\" I yelled out only to earn a slap across the face. \n\n\"My husband is a police officer, so I always carry around handcuffs in case I need to make a citizen's arrest. So that's what I'm doing!\" She crossed her arms and pulled up her underwear. \n\n\"You can't do this to me! I'm a person! I still have rights!\" I snapped back only to earn another slap, only this time with a dick. I tried to fight off opening my mouth, but I couldn't do it for long as my lips were forced open. \n\nAt the next stop, the woman walked off, leaving me chained up and trapped. It's not like I even had the chance to get away, though. My face was full of cock and cunt for the next several hours. Even as people left the train and more got on, most of them seemed to want to use me. \n\nI'd since been stripped of my top and my makeup was running as I'd been covered in cum. I was lucky during the day, though. At least they had the decency to only use my mouth. That night, riding the rails were the less generous and certainly less-clean individuals. They wasted no time in fucking my pussy and filling out with their disgusting cum.\n\nThe next morning, Karen boarded the subway again and saw my delirious and cum-drunk form slouched over while some teenager pounded away at my face. \"Still no mask, hm? I guess we'll need to keep you here until you learn your lesson.\" She laughed at she looked down at my pitiful and unaware body. It wouldn't be until the next day where she freed me. By then, my mind was long gone. I could only think of cocks. So if you want to avoid ending up like me, please wear a mask!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “I’m sorry, officer, but I’m not wearing any ___…”
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"content": "**After-Prom**\n-------------------------\n\n\"I-I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not wearing any condom,\" Billy stuttered as Sadie's father lowered his pistol, daggers staring pointedly at the boy entwined with his daughter. \n\nThe couple had been seeing each other for months ever since they became legal but it had all built up to this moment, a chance to finally make love somewhere more romantic than a school bathroom or the bushes in the park.\n\nToo bad, the moment was ruined as the cautious father kicked the door yelling for the possible intruders to put their hands up. \n\n\"Are you kidding me? THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU SAY? IN MY HOUSE, IN MY DAUGHTER, WITHOUT ANY PROTECTION? YOU'RE GODDAMN LUCKY I DIDN'T SHOOT YOU BY ACCIDENT THINKING YOU'RE AN INTRUDER. GIT, BOY.\"\n\nBilly hastily grabbed his clothes, retreating out the door as Sadie covered herself with her previously-removed dress, awkwardly looking down. \n\n\"Look. You're not hooking up with anyone else until you move out of here. I'm…furious but…I, I can't deal with this right now. Just…get dressed and showered in your room. You're grounded until you leave for college,\" the chief sighed as he locked the door, disabled the security system, and went upstairs.\n\n*I'm not wearing any condom? That'd actually be kinda funny if it weren't my daughter he were railing,* the chief thought as he chuckled a bit before getting ready for a shower. *If Mary were here, wonder what she'd have to say about that,* he thought as the water ran down his back, washing the stress of his day away from him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Shower sex scene without using any rude/crass language
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"content": "As Rachel let the warm water caress her body she closed her eyes and turned her face to the spray. It felt good after a long day to get clean and to relax. She ran the washcloth over her curvy body washing away the days dirt and worries. Her long dark hair was soaked, plastered to her back as she turned away. As she opened her eyes Byron stepped into the shower with her. \n\nSmiling Byron moved closer to her, joining her beneath the warm stream of water. Rachel let her lips press against his in a loving kiss. The hair of his mustache tickled her soft lips as their breath intermingled. His strong, well muscled chest pressed against her much more yielding form. With an almost animal need he pushed her back against the shower wall. Tilting her head up she exposed the soft skin of her neck. The roughness of Byron's beard tickled her shoulder as he kissed along it before reaching her throat. \n\nAs she enjoyed the soft caresses of Byron's Iips, Rachel closed her eyes letting her fingers drag down the rippling muscles of Byron's back. Her nails pressing to the skin enough to send a shudder down his spine but leaving no marks. As her hands reached his toned waist they rested a moment on his hips. Letting her hands drift forward she found him ready and eager for her touch. \n\nGrunting and letting out a small gasp at the contact Byron's pleasure at her touch was obvious. Rachel caressed him, carefully squeezing and fondling her lover's most masculine of parts. As his kisses drifted lower across the swell of her feminine charms she writhed and pressed her hips to his. Byron let his touch drop lower until he cupped her behind in strong hands. As he lifted her, Rachel wrapped her legs around him. \n\nThe water continued to fall over the couple as they joined together as man and woman. The pair became as one as their bodies moved in time with one and other. Rachel wrapped her arms around Byron's neck even as he spread his legs to better hold her up as he pressed her to the wall as they sought to relieve their most primal need. \n\nRachel opened her eyes as she drew closer to completion. Her dark green orbs met Byron's deep brown gaze and they both saw the heat and need in the other's eyes. The water was growing colder as the length of the shower used the house's reserves, but the chill of the water could not douse the kindled passions. Pressing her face into Byron's neck, Rachel smothered her impassioned cries. Her body shook with rapture and relief even as Byron continued his lovemaking.\n\nAs Rachel recovered her lips caressed the corded muscles of Byron's neck, drifting upward until her hot breath tickled his ear. As she whispered hotly to him the chilly water could not hold back the flood any longer. As he grunted with effort and release Byron's seed flooded the valley of his lover's womanhood. She smiled and stroked his wet hair as he recovered, only stopping once he set her down and she could stand on her own two feet. \n\nSmiling at each other they kissed again. Lips and tongue met in a tamer replay of what had just happened with their bodies only moments before. Rachel helped Byron wash, hurrying to finish so the pair could retreat from cool waters to the warmth of their marriage bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The leader of a group of female bandits decides to have a little fun with the prince she captured before the ransom money arrives.
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"content": "\"You know, pretty boy, I am royalty as well,\" Yaina declared as she entered the cell. As ordered, the guard closed the cell behind her without locking and walked away. \n\"The blood queen of the swamps,\" the blond young man spit out angrily. \"You are no royalty. There is no noble blood flowing through your veins.\" \n\"Maybe not,\" Yaina agreed. \"But plenty has flown from the tip of my blade.\" \n\"You and your company have been a thorn in the kingdom's side for years, decades almost,\" the boy admitted. \n\"And now we have captured you, the heir to the throne,\" the bandit leader gloated. \"And your family is prepared to pay well for your safe return. A thousand gold, as well as the blade of Gonhald the Wicked, as a symbol of our authority over what, in ancient days, were his lands. Not that I expect them to uphold or respect this authority once you are safely returned but ownership of the symbol will do much to garner us support of the people.\"\n\nThe boy turned his head away. \"So you have what you wanted. Why come to me if not to gloat?\" \nYaina laughed. \"Do I need a reason besides gloating?\", she asked. Slowly, she sank into a squat next to him and reached out one of her calloused and scarred hands to his face. In stark contrast to hers, his skin was almost as white as marble, and unblemished by age, labor, war and the sun. He pulled back his head at her touch and she laughed again. \n\"You have gloated. Now you may leave,\" he said with surprising authority for a man shackled by his hands to the wall above his head.\n\nYaina rose back to her feet. \"If that is what you want,\" she says. \"But I do not think it is. Not once you hear my offer.\" \n\"I don't care for any offer you can make,\" the prince said sharply. \"You got your demands met by my father and mother. I will promise you nothing more.\" \n\"I do not want promises, boy,\" the woman said. \"I just want to alleviate both our boredom as we wait for your family's emissaries to arrive in the swamps.\"\n\nThe prince looked at her doubtfully. \"What kind of trickery is this?\", he asked her. \n\"I have no more need of trickery for the moment.\" She unbuckled her heavy belt and let it and her loose, leather-adorned pants fall to the ground. The reaction of the boy amused her as his eyes widened in surprise and his white cheeks flushed rosy red. The fact that he did not avert his eyes but let them wander up and down her muscular legs told her all she had needed to know. \"But I have need of a man, since the last one I used to bed has been killed in a raid ordered by your father. And while you may not meet my usual requirements, the idea of allowing the son of my mortal enemy to know me intimately amuses me.\"\n\nWith visible effort, the prince turned his head away. \"I would never,\" he protested, drawing nothing but an amused chuckle from his the scarred woman in front of him as reaction. He swallowed and began again: \"The lady I am betrothed to is much fairer than you. Her legs are smooth, unmarred by hair and scars.” \nAs Yaina unbuttoned her heavy shirt, she laughed. “How nice,” she replied. “And I am sure she is a beauty. But if you tell me you have no interest in this, you are lying.”\n\nAlthough the prince did not respond, his eyes involuntarily returned to her as she let her shirt slide off her body and immediately pulled off her tighter undergarments as well. As she stood before him, dressed in nothing but her heavy leather boots, his mouth fell open as he looked at her. Not only had he never seen anyone like her in full again, worn by age and a hard life, but, Yaina suspected, he had never before seen a naked woman at all. There was a visible bulge in the crotch of his tight pants and imagining unwrapping it made Yaina’s exposed vagina moisten with arousal. She slid a finger between her legs and began slowly driving it in and out of herself, then pulling it slightly back and touching her large, swollen clitoris. \nHe was staring at her, his own arousal visibly growing, until she quickly leaned down and unlaced her boots before stepping out of them and her socks as well. His eyes darting over every part of her body, trying to take in as much as he possibly could, she placed the calloused sole of her right foot on the erection visible through his clothes. \nHe drew in a sharp breath as the sensation got to him.\n\nYaina smirked. He was hers now. She gently rocked her foot back and forth over his erection. It felt rather small but rock hard. Immediately, the young man was moaning in pleasure and when she briefly pulled back her foot, his eyes had so much pleading in them when he looked up at her face. \nShe leaned down and in one swift motion, pulled his pants and undergarments down and off, exposing his pale and skinny legs as well as the small erection standing proud between them. He eagerly spread his legs for her and, though amused by his presumptuousness, Yaina put her foot on his penis again, continuing to pleasure it with slow motions up and down the shaft as she pleasured herself with her hand, aroused by his innocent but lustful reactions. \nIt took less than a minute of this until he let out a moan deeper than those before and his hard penis erupted with cum, splashing not just her foot but his own tunic as well.\n\nYaina pulled back her foot and looked at the heavily panting boy. She gripped his hair and forced his head up, to make him look at her face rather than her dripping vagina. “I did you a favor, boy,” she growled with deep arousal. “Now it’s time for you to return it.” \nHe looked at her transfixed and then simply asked: “How?” \nYaina smirked. As she pulled his face into her crotch, she said: “I will teach you!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [TT] Getting Back at His Bully
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"content": "I was going to preface my review with \"note: this is not my kink\" but you brought me around. This was hot.\r \nYou give a nice distinct structure to your story, the lead in, dialogue and erotic scenes all stand with established boarders. Throughout the whole piece I was never left wondering what was going on. I knew what each character was thinking, feeling and doing at all points of the story. \r \n\r \nYour physical descriptions are, like Ryan’s cock, the perfect length. I get a crisp sense of the important details, specifically those important to Ryan, making all character descriptions twofold. You are describing one character's physical appearance while describing another’s desires with half the words.\r \n\r \nThe whole story was a pleasure to read.\r \n\r \nNow, you asked for criticism so I tried to find some.\r \nYour commas are sometimes a little strange. (I know… coming from me…) I’ll grab one sentence for an example.\r \n*The door clicked open, before he could decide on the perfect casual greeting to meet Tommy with, and it was just as well, as none of them would have fit...*\r \n*The door clicked open before he could decide on the perfect casual greeting to meet Tommy with. It was just as well as none of them would have fit…*\r \nI would replace every instance of ‘, and’ with a full stop in your story, in almost every instance it improves the flow of the sentence.\r \n\r \nThis story was a pleasure to read and flowed beautifully, thank you for writing it. Casting modesty aside, knowing you are this capable of writing and you have enjoyed some of mine flatters the shit out of me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] After role playing a succubus for years in your favorite VR game the servers have finally shut down. The real-life dry spell it’s left has started to become maddening…
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"content": "MY VR HEADSET collected dust in my closet, as I collected dust in my bedroom. Here I was, at the end of everything. I had absolutely zilch going for me in physical reality. Virtual reality, on the other hand, empowered me to live out my wildest fantasies and become my true self. I met so many friends along the way, many of whom were probably less devastated than me to hear that the website VR SPACE had vanished into the ether. The only proof it ever existed was our memories. \n\nMy therapist told me that self-actualization is not possible in a virtual world. She warned me of depersonalization and permanently detaching from reality, yada yada. The day I found out my home away from home was deleted, I went catatonic. My parents paid for a year of sessions up front after my mental breakdown. Mom and Dad thought that their college dropout, layabout, unemployed, sorry excuse for a roommate could use some \\*help\\*—professional help, mind you, not the kind they could give to their daughter. \n\nI went to the sessions, to humor them if nothing else. But this derealization bullshit was the last straw. The ocean’s on fire and Mrs. Therapy wanted me to focus on the \\*here and now\\*? The real world’s a mess. I told her outright, I wouldn’t survive out there. In society you needed a haircut and a cutthroat attitude, not to mention you needed to be a cut above the rest if you hoped to cut it. Just the thought of it made me want to cut and run, or cut Mrs. Therapy’s tongue out so I would never hear the word \\*depersonalization\\* again. \n\nOutside of my mandated therapy, I was spending a lot of time in my room with my thoughts, still mourning the loss of my virtual identity—not to mention all my online friends. In VR SPACE, anonymity was the whole point. I refused to share my IRL contact information, even as a contingency in case of the unthinkable. I took VR SPACE for granted. I paid dearly for my hubris. \n\nIn VR SPACE, you could be whoever or whatever you wanted. The admin was Mr. Krabs. My closest friend was Lola Bunny, and another friend of ours was a horned (and horny) pegasus. The flying unicorn’s girlfriend was a luminescent yellow orb with flower petals orbiting her glowing mass. As for me, I took my true form in that space. I was a succubus. I looked the part with huge tits and a round ass, unlike in real life. My flawless face, hourglass figure, prodigious horns, and vast wings all betrayed my true intentions. I entered VR SPACE to wreck homes and make virgins’ wildest dreams come true. \nMy overactive imagination paired with my insatiable sex drive culminated in self-discovery. I found my true self in VR SPACE. Tragically, it was all ripped away from me. Life is cruel. Afterwards, I wasted away in my room, psyche broken and utterly alone. I was collecting dust along with my VR headset. \n\nThe space where I discovered who I was always meant to be had come and gone. It was only a painful memory now. I could’ve kept it going if I had played less coy. I realized that far too late, but I was powerless to do anything about it. Over the course of all my research searching for my true self, I read countless myths about the succubus. Most of these accounts centered around the carnal nature of an encounter with a succubus. Curiously, an obscure few of these stories actually touched upon the manner by which one could conjure such a demon. Lacking the coding skills to recreate my virtual home, I set out to instead learn the practice of black magic in an attempt to summon a succubus in my painfully plain plane of existence. \n\nMany months passed as I poured over countless PDF scans of ancient documents. Most of them were completely absurd, but a select few held a kernel of truth. I attempted a new ritual every night, but fortune didn’t favor me until one night in early January, nearly a year to the day after VR SPACE disappeared. That night I left a window open because I was burning up with a fever. When I opened my eyes, I found I couldn’t move. I looked around my room for some sign that I was dreaming. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I hoped nonetheless. That’s when it appeared. \n\nImpossibly perfect proportions—fully decked out in leather and chains—this thing was frightfully other-worldly. It straddled my chest with its muscular thighs and bent over until we were cheek-to-cheek. It whispered to me in a sultry voice that I could not ignore nor disobey. Its sweet words felt like an ice cube wiggling its way into my ear until it reached my brain. My senses dulled as the alluring voice reached my temporal lobe. Before I could even think to obey, I was already tearing my clothes off. Free will was wrested from me, if I ever had it to begin with. \n\nMy lacy white shirt came off first, then my navy gym shorts. By the time I made to undo my demi bra, it was already unclasped. I bared my pert breasts before the monster, and it grinned devilishly. My black G-string was next, but when I reached for it, it was not where I had left it. I gagged on my panties and heard the creature laugh hysterically, which was tantalizing and terrifying. With each crescendo of laughter, I felt a wave of warmth travel through my body, from the top of my brow to the backs of my knees. Still, it laughed, and I convulsed as this strange feeling hit me again and again. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over mee. It abruptly stopped laughing just as I was approaching orgasm. Weakly, I managed, “Who—what are you?” Tears were streaming down my face as I beheld its bewitching form. It smiled ear to ear, baring pearly, sharp fangs. My helpless mind was torn, whether this expression was a grotesque display of power or the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Perhaps it was a meeting point between the two—some sort of fatal attraction. \n\n“You know what I am,” it whispered. Hearing its irresistible voice, I shuddered in exultation. I stuttered, “S-s-succ—“\n \n“If you insist,” said the succubus. It began sucking hard on my neck. The painful sensation tingled with pleasure. I moaned loud, maybe louder than I should have for still living at home with my parents. I was past the point of caring as it made its way from my throat to my right nipple. That one had always been more sensitive than my left. Somehow it knew. I moaned even louder as it penetrated me with long, smooth fingers. It must have been double or triple-jointed, because I had never been fingered like this before. Although its breath was cold, its extremities were the perfect temperature. They plunged in and out of me, and I whimpered. It seemed an eternity had passed like this, or possibly no time at all. Either way, I couldn’t stop myself from cumming, nor did I want to. It held a hand on my throat as my pussy spasmed on its strong, warm fingers. I would have screamed, but for the claws clasped tight around my windpipe. I almost blacked out, not for lack of oxygen, but from sheer ecstasy. \n \nSpeaking of ecstasy, I’ve been to a few raves in the past, even went home afterwards with a couple of guys. Those nights would have counted as the strongest orgasm I ever had, until now. It wasn’t even close, and I was stone cold sober. Or at least, I thought I was. Maybe not? After all, what else could explain this otherworldly creature in my room? I was still writhing on the bed when it shifted its hips up until they hovered over my face. When I say hovered, I meant \\*hovered\\*. As in, it wasn’t even touching my bed. I heard the gentle beating of black, leathery wings, which perfectly matched the leathery fetish attire it wore. Its wings beat faster and faster until the sound was louder than the fan in my room and my PC, combined. It wrapped its mitts around me and lifted me off the bed. I was held against the wall, a couple meters below my vaulted ceiling.\n \nWith acrobatic flexibility, the succubus held me against the wall with its powerful arms, bent its body and lifted its athletic legs until they wrapped around my head. Its strong legs pulled my head towards its groin. Then I licked my first pussy. It tasted of the sweetest ambrosia, or so I imagined. Guilt welled up from deep within. I didn’t deserve to partake of this forbidden fruit. I was not worthy. Still, I worked my tongue back and forth, trying to remember the lessons I learned from my nights on PornHub. I felt my energy being sapped from me and thought to myself that being pinned against the wall shouldn’t have been so tiring. Then something strange happened. One minute I was licking a clit, then it began to grow until it filled my mouth. I gagged as the creature shifted forms, from beautiful woman to gorgeous man. As I choked on its hard cock, I realized succubus and incubus were as interchangeable as Cholula and Tapatio. (Everyone has their preference, but they serve the same purpose.) However, the lustful purpose of a succubus/incubus was not to add flavor to bland food. Instead, it was to give and take pleasure in kind.\n\nI gagged as it fucked my face. Saliva ran down my chin and spilled onto my pillow as I was held above my bed by this strong, sexy creature. Its wings started to beat faster still, and I felt myself lifted onto the ceiling. Tears dripped down my cheeks and onto my bed as I experienced utter bliss. It fucked my face harder and faster until its dick convulsed in my mouth. My mouth was filled with a viscous substance that tasted of ice cream and burning coals. I eagerly swallowed its icy-hot load. Slowly, it changed back into its original form, and I could breathe again. It fluttered down and placed me tenderly on my bed, where I lay utterly entranced.\n\nFinally, it spoke, “I am young for a succubus. I have not yet made my twin. I can turn you only if you are willing. Do you wish to share my power?\"\n\nThe VR SPACE servers were dead and gone. I had nothing else to live for, until this moment. Once I heard its offer, I already knew my answer. Breathlessly, I uttered, “Fuck yes.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I'm looking to run a lewd fantasy ttrpg session via Discord. I was wondering if anyone here had any writing prompts involving possible side quests, side characters, and/or magical objects. It's high-fantasy, with multiple different races involved.
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"content": "Sentient armour that is totally not sexually aroused by being worn. What are you talking about? It's not groping you, it's just... improving the fit. \n\nTalking sword that thought he was filled with bloodlust and a desire to kill... turns out he just likes being sheathed somewhere warm and wet. \n\nA gnome who manufactures weapons that all suspiciously seem to have a double use as sex toys. \n\nAn ogre who's armour consists of bound women channeling defensive spells.\n\nGoblins who use other races as pony girl mounts. \n\nA religious order that seeks the perfect orgasm as a means to achieve divinity, its female following alternate between chastity belts and extreme forced orgasm sessions.\n\nA paladin order that can force one to speak only the truth during orgasm, the testimony of those they question is thus public so as many can witness the truth as possible."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] tipsy father risks everything for one night at the community pool
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"content": "I made it to the end of the second paragraph before I stopped.\r \nI struggled to work out in the first paragraph who was talking and what kind of narration it was. The style feels like you or a narrator is telling someone what happened rather than the character living in the situation.\r \nThe problem with this style of storytelling is I can’t feel what the protagonist is feeling because the protagonist isn’t feeling it. He is remembering it or reciting it.\r \n\r \nAs a matter of personal preference the line that made me completely disengage from the story was. “...at your cute little ass with your bathing suit stuck up your crack.”\r \nSome people may be into this, but not me.\r \n\r \nI would recommend reading some stories told in 3rd person limited or first person to get a feel for the tense and perspective they take."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All other men in the world were wiped out. Now it’s up to you to help repopulate. You soon figured out you this might be a little tough, when you walk into the room with hundreds of women bent over and bearing their ass, ready to breed, and you stand there with only one dick…
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"content": "Vault 69.\r \nMarcus noticed something was immediately off, the halls had been filled with survivors. They huddled en masse lugging suitcases and whatever trinkets they had grabbed in their final moments. All of them, as far as he had seen, were women. He sat in the change room, the men's change room, alone. Neat piles of vault tec suits sat in various sizes. The blue material stretching and conforming to his body. He had sat waiting, running through the programs on the vault tec portable computer strapped to his wrist. He hoped the door would open and it was all a silly coincidence. It had been 40 minutes he had waited.\r \nMarcus rose and ran his ID past the door scanner, it chimed and opened revealing a hundred faces crowding the wide hallway, all looking at him, all expectant, all female. They were in various states of dress, some in civilian clothes, others in the uniform blue suits. They were waiting, he realized. There were no other vault tec personnel, the vault had been empty when the first survivors arrived. The only leadership were the stencilled signs, ‘Birthdays, Jan 1 - Mar 14 this way’, ‘Put on the suits’, ‘Vote a leader’, ‘record a journal with the consoles provided’. There had been no ‘by the way, there is only one guy… oops our bad’ stencilled anywhere as far as he could tell. Now they all looked to him to explain what the signs did not.\r \nMarcus cleared his throat, the quiet whispers falling deathly silent to hear his following words, he had to say something before things got ugly.\r \n“It is clear that some kind of error has taken place, I am as unsure as you are as to why I seem to be the only male here, nevertheless, we are safe. We are home. We should head to our rooms and unpack.”\r \nConfusion ran out, faces looking to each other until one question cut above the crowd. “Where are you going?”\r \nThe crowd drew silent, looking for his response.\r \n“The sign’s say to elect a leader, I will head to the atrium where I can put the other wing’s fears to ease and we can draw up some kind of electorate.”\r \nThe crowd split, moving with civilian rags rushing toward the rooms while some of the blue suits rushed the atrium, the closer women stayed by him. The suppressed voices rose at being unleashed, the volume growing as people tried to shout above the crowd. Marcus cleared his throat and roared above the cacophony, one mascule voice cutting through all others.\r \n“Walk! And be civil. We don’t want anybody getting hurt in a trample, there is plenty of time.”\r \nThe swollen hallway eased, forming a general ‘keep right’ rule. Marcus realized he had an entourage and led them toward the Atrium.\r \n“What’s your plan?” asked the chipper voice beside him, young, brunette with small features.\r \n“Still working that out, I’m Marcus by the way.”\r \n“Alice, I think I've noticed something about this vault.” she said.\r \n“Wait… don’t tell me.” he said with a smirk.\r \n“Not that, all the women I have spoken to are single.”\r \nA tall, well built woman closed on Alice’s side. “That doesn’t sound like an accident.” she said in a smoky voice.\r \n“Should we keep that a secret?” asked Alice.\r \n“People will work it out but I catch your meaning, we don’t have a leader yet to keep secrets and set an official story.”\r \n“We all know who the leader will be.” said Smoky.\r \nMarcus rose his eyes to her’s. “Marcus.”\r \n“Rebecca, or Bec.” she said, her cheeks blushing for only a moment before she looked forward, glaring at women in their path.\r \n“I was a janitor outside.” said Marcus.\r \n“We will definitely keep that a secret.” smirked Alice.\r \n“What I’m saying is I’m not the best person just because I’m the only man. I said electorate and I mean it. There are alot of jobs around here, we will vote on a leader of each Job, head of… catering for example.” he said, plucking a profession out of the air.\r \n“That’s an excellent idea… boss.” said Alice.\r \n“What were you outside?”\r \n“Secretary… and I’ll end up being yours.”\r \n“Fitness instructor.” said Bec.\r \nThe entourage of 14 women went around introducing themselves and their old jobs. They had closed ranks forming a distinct separation between them and the flowing crowd of blue.\r \nMarcus emerged into the 3 story atrium on the ground floor. Assaulted with the sound of a thousand voices.\r \n“5000 max… probably less but each wing has a thousand rooms and there are 5 wings…”\r \nMacrus turned out Alice’s working out as he looked out over the full railings and crowded ground floor. Hallways lead out each way to the 5 wings, the 6th way to the vault entrance. Each wing swelled with newcomers forcing their way into the already overcrowded space. He was going to have to get used to public speaking by the looks.\r \n\\-\r \nMarcus stood in the overseer's room enjoying the first moment of silence in an hour. \r \n“I think-” began Alice, halting at his raised palm.\r \nThere was a desk with a console, doors leading to ‘overseer's quarters’, ‘guest room’ and ‘security’. Boxes were piled up against one wall and on his desk lay a stack of folders.\r \nMarcus swept them across the table, fanning them to read the names, he opened the cover of ‘water purification’ to see schematics and instructions on maintenance.\r \n“First point of order is finding the heads of each profession. You seem a skilled assistant but 5000 is alot to lead.”\r \n“I have Sarah taking resumes.”\r \n“They should have made you leader, that was prudent. Bec seems at home setting up a security force.” said Marcus.\r \n“Do we need to worry about that?”\r \n“I don’t see a coup being a problem for… 30 years? The vote was unanimous even with the small sample size. I think babies will be our long term problem.”\r \n“Oh?”\r \n“One per day…”\r \nAlice’s eyes glazed over for a moment. “14 years.”\r \n“It’s a lot to get through and there will be arguments.” said Marcus, walking to the round window to see Bec standing with a ring of strong women. They guarded a lunch table where Sarah sat, working her way through a line of interviewees.\r \n“We should get back down there.” said Alice.\r \n“We need to work out an order of… service. People will do the math soon enough, we should have an answer ready when they come up with the inevitable question.”\r \n“Reward for initiative, loyalty and service.” mused Alice, shooting him a smile.\r \nMarcus met her gaze and saw a blush run into her cheeks.\r \n“I don’t want to hang out a banner saying if you want to fuck me, sign here. If anyone gets a message to the inner circle that they want children, make a show of taking the name to put them at ease. We will work our way through the list, fast tracking those who are going above and beyond.” \r \n“I’ll spread the word. Now we should get down there.”\r \n“One thing, I want some typists to copy those folders. I don’t think they are the only copies but if they are that worries me, I want to keep the originals s-”\r \n“I’ve got it boss.”\r \nMarcus relaxed and ran his ID over the overseers door. Hesitating before heading out.\r \n“This might be forward but you’re as much a leader as I am, you can take the spare room up here.”\r \n“Damn straight I am.” she said, catching him by surprise. He watched her pass and enjoyed the moment, his eyes lingering on the way the blue suit hugged her waist, tight fabric pulled over her shapely behind. Marcus shook the thought free, this wasn’t a harem, he wasn’t her ‘boss’ in the smutty magazine sense of the word, also there were atomic bombs dropping overhead. He Jogged to catch up to her side, realizing a large woman was escorting them down the stairs to the atrium. He eyed her nervously until a professional nod passed from the woman to Bec."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Male first person POV of sexual event with female partner from beginning to end. What are you thinking, feeling, sensing throughout the whole experience? Preferably storytelling form
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"content": ">!Not really porn!<\n\nJohn’s heart raced, he hadn’t expected it to actually work.\n\n‘Don’t worry about it, crash at my place’ but she was actually fucking here! John shook his head back to the present. Fluffing pillows and arranging the couch into a sleepable state. How many pillows do girls need? Every chick's bed he’d ever seen had like 50 pillows but he had only 3… John scanned the combined kitchen lounge of the single bedroom apartment, it looked like a bachelors place. The shower was still running so he had time. He needed to look like he had his shit together. John stacked the plates by the sink, getting old spaghetti sauce on his fingers. He made a once over from left to right, lining up all the coffee tin flavours, tea boxes, sugar and the kettle into a straight neat arrangement, neat freaks like everything straight. Neat freaks were attractive to women. He made sure every appliance and box on the counter was straight and aligned, giving the whole surface a wipedown with a paper towel, rubbing the sauce and depositing a handful of crumbs and dried coffee into the bin. The clean had only highlighted the stains left by spilt coffee and he wiped with a fresh towel only to smear them. Fuck! The shower turned off and he frantically wiped the spots with fresh towel after fresh towel, shrinking them with every pass until he carried the thick wad of paper to the bin. He stood waiting for her to see the clear benches and praise his clean kitchen… No! Stupid! He needed to look like that was it’s default state, he couldn’t stand here staring at her as she came out of his shower… his shower… his bathroom. Fuck he hadnt cleaned in there once since moving in, did he even leave her a towel. Oh god oh fuck.\n\nHe needed to look like he was casually just doing something, anything! Nothing too intencive that she didn’t want to interrupt him or he looked like a guy who stayed up at 3AM, nothing too easy that it was obvious that he was waiting for her to get out of his shower. He needed a vape so fucking bad and what the fuck looks casual at 3AM?\n\nJohn eyed the vape… the nicotine.\n\nChick’s don’t like smokers… but you need a smoke.\n\nFuck it, John took his vape to the balcony, letting the warm midnight rain falling 3 ft from him take away the exhaled stress. He leaned against the glass door, arms folded, it would make his shoulders look more masculine. The door slid open from his weight so he stood with his weight on his feet while making it look like he was leaning casually against it.\n\nPerfect…\n\nJohn heard the soft padding of feet behind him and nonchalantly peeked over his shoulder. “Hope the hot water was fine.”\n\nWater was fine? Really?\n\nAlice stood with the dress covering the front of her body dripping on his carpet, he quickly looked away not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. She’d had a shit night and he didn’t want her thinking he just wanted to sleep with her. He wanted to, but he would rather she felt safe and think of him as a safe place… and jerk off later. He didn’t want to be ‘that guy’.\n\nJohn pointed in the vague direction while making it as obvious as he could that he was staring intently at the rain.\n\n“Sorry about that, towels are in the white cupboard.”\n\nJohn heard the rattling door that he needed to tighten the hinges on open and stopped flailing. Listening to the sound of motion behind him. Holy shit she was getting changed behind him!\n\nHoly fucking shit he was ‘that guy’, not the pervy ‘I want to sleep with you’ but the ‘I feel safe around him while vulnerable’ kind. John couldn’t help but feel a giddy smile rise on his cheeks. Trustworthy John… Respectable John… Pick you up at 2AM on a rainy night and not be weird John.\n\nJohn took a triumphant drag on his vape and waited for confirmation that Alice was clothed. She was, he could tell, he still had to wait for her to say it. The whole apartment was hers until she invited him back in, like a vampire.\n\n“It's still raining” said Alice.\n\nDamn! She knows the rules right?\n\n“Yeah but it’s nice you know, it washes away all the grime and dust, everything shows it’s original color in the rain, the city and trees all look freshly painted.” he said.\n\nThe thought had come to him 3 weeks ago and until now he hadn’t had anyone appropriate to share it with. Alice’s breath was behind his back, warmth radiating off her body onto his, he adjusted, giving her space to enter the balcony beside him as he waited for her response to his words.\n\n“It’s cold” she said.\n\n“Mmmm” John hummed in agreement, needing her response to his observation before moving on.\n\n“That was cheesy...” she said, bumping his arm with her own. “...the color thing, where did you read it?”\n\nJohn snorted a laugh, blowing smoke out of his nose in a short puff and forced his lips into a smile as she drove the steak into his heart. The line he had said wasn’t just a throw away but a representation of him entirely and she had tossed it away, his feelings with it.\n\n“You caught me, just something I heard on youtube to impress pretty ladies.” he said.\n\n“Oh? You think I’m pretty?” she asked, he didn’t have to look, hearing the smirk in her voice.\n\n“Pretty…” he let it hang, smiling at all the words that could follow, “...pretty… pretty pretty.” he said.\n\n“Pretty sleepy.” she said.\n\nJohn didn’t want the night to end so soon, she had only just gotten here, he wanted to watch movies and cook and talk to her for hours!\n\n“Oh, the beds all set up, I don’t think I have any more pillows, I'm sorry.”\n\nAlice laughed, a tone that lifted his heart and took away all his worries of any awkwardness between them.\n\n“I think 3 is more than enough.” she said.\n\n“I’ll let you get some sleep then.”\n\n“I was just kidding. Tonight has been so stressful and exciting, I don’t think I can sleep for hours.”\n\nHe was still in the game.\n\nHe was smoking, she didn’t smoke. She was looking at him, it was up to him to suggest something.\n\n“Do you want a hot chocolate?” he asked, it solved the cold problem she was feeling, she looked surprised for a moment before smiling.\n\n“Yes please.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She slipped tape two into the player, "You have captured a human, what do I do with them?"
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"content": "The assembled mutants sat awkwardly in rows of folding chairs peering over each other at the tiny CRT television. A flourescent light buzzed on the ceiling.\n\nThe teacher at the front of the room had come to Big Hole with great knowledge. She was not the biggest, so her demand that they listen to her caused much uproar. Nor was she the fightiest. She wasn't the plumpest, or the nastiest or even the loudest. But she knew all sorts of things, so after much gnashing of teeth(and some juicy bugs she'd brought from afar), Big Momma agreed to let her teach the gals a thing or two about dealing with humans.\n\nFirst, it was basic stuff, and the gals got mad. They already knew how to hunt a human, and how to get the shells off, and which parts were good to eat. None of them much liked being talked to like whelps. But she'd promised there was real good stuff coming, actually *promise* promised, in her tiny little voice, that she had all sorts of good secrets in store for them, so they hunched over in their little chairs and listened. \n\nShe had secrets for them. Scarface had insisted for years that humans could just spit fire out of their long pointed arms whenever they wanted, but the teacher showed them an arm she had stolen, and told them it was called a 'gun'. The teacher fired it, and Arm-and-a-half started shrieking and hollering about the time she got ambushed, so Scarface had to drag her away to calm her down.\n\nThe teacher said humans had a secret weakness, called 'sleep'. Every night, she said, they would hide inside their fortresses and lie perfectly still, like they were waiting for prey, but they weren't. They were just sitting there, not even noticing what was happening around them. No one believed her at first, but Canny Petra said she'd seen it happen once, out in the open, a little one hidden under a rock, and no one says Canny Petra is wrong to her face, because she's not ever wrong, and she can gut you real quick if you say so.\n\nScarface and Arm-and-a-half came back in when the teacher was telling the gals about this wild idea she had called 'taking prisoners'. Basically, it was like hunting, but instead of eating the humans, you would take away their \"guns\" and drag them back to Big Hole, and put them in a cage, like you were bullying them. Then, she said, if you told them to do things, they would do them for you. Everyone laughed at that. Even a whelp knows humans are too small and weak to ever use *words*. Words are special. They're *magic* left for the mutants by the Before People. Humans just shriek at each other with their awful little shriek boxes, which is why Narrow Agatha smashes them, so they don't hurt everyone's ears. But the teacher was serious. She said humans were basically just people, but smaller and weaker. She said they lived underground, and they had all sorts of weird nasty tricks like the guns and the shriek boxes, and big flying things that could burn you with light.\n\nThe teacher said that 'taking prisoners' was how Nasty Claws down at the River of Oil got so big and powerful. She had prisoners who would go out and hunt and fight and scavenge for her. Everyone knew Nasty Claws had got real big, so that part of her story made sense, but when the teacher said she had an actual human with her, and she wasn't gonna let anyone eat it, everyone went nuts. Talking about this weird 'taking prisoners' idea was one thing, but actually *doing* it? That was just about too much.\n\n---\n\nIt's super late. This is getting pretty long and I haven't even gotten anywhere near something erotic yet, so I'll have to add part two to this tomorrow. Probably gonna end up with a human femboy getting gangbanged and dominated by a whole bunch of mutant ladies who have just figured out that you can fuck humans rather than just eating them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A smile crossed the young Mage's lips, as she settled in for her summer project: thoroughly enjoying her surrogate pregnancy...
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"content": "The creature churned inside of me as my teacher droned on with her lesson. While boring I grinned at the discomfort of the class. My body shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit my body, my implanted child was already testing his magic.\n\n\"So each and ever one of you placed down your choices for familiars. As mages and witches, your familiars must form a powerful bond with you.\" Miss Agatha said as she looked over our swollen bellies and tits. \"The males will probably need more help from the females in going through this process for their bodies will remained locked in female form until they have given birth to their familiars.\"\n\nI grinned over at John, his belly was big enough that he had to use an open chair rather than a desk. \"How's that dragon doing, buddy?\"\n\nJohn rubbed his, now her, triple D tits and groaned, \"It wouldn't be so bad if I couldn't hear her thoughts in my mind. She demand certain foods and occasionally makes my breasts bigger. What are you about to shit out, Mary?\"\n\nI rolled my eyes at his crass words. I reached down to rub my belly, while my familiar hadn't reached the point of a mental link. I could feel his desire to fuck every single person around me. I closed my eyes and I could see his memories. Powerful and graceful, an incubus that didn't target humans but rather went after other monsters. He was mine and he didn't fight our growing bond. \n\n\"Maro is an incubus and he seems to have an attraction to you.\" I teased and John snorted waving me off.\n\n\"Well aren't we a pair. I'm growing a dragon who wants to fuck me and you are growing a monster who still wants to fuck me. My ass is not ready for either of these familiars.\" He groaned, \"I can't wait to be done with carrying this lard ASS-\"\n\nJohn squeal as he fell back his body glowed as students ran away from him and place defensive spells around themselves. The binding circle painted on his body glowed as a large female dragon dragged herself from the portal. The process was non-damaging but the pain of having all of his mana vented at once was blinding. The dragon slid out covered in pink scales, it was ten feet long and looked smooth like a snake with blunted claws. It was a lust dragon and a powerful one. Probably over a thousand years old from it's horn size. \n\n\"Good evening students and instructor. I am Dalia and I believe that these students have suffered long enough.\" The dragon said in a voice that ooze sensuality.\n\nJohn moaned as the dragon used her mana to send out a pulse across the room. Time accelerated and pleasure washed over me. The other students started to collapse as their own familiar were rushed into being. I felt my own familiar suddenly as a new limb. Our bond should have taken another month but now he was emerging from his own portal. Because of the dragons mana, I felt no pain but my panties were soak with a lust I could barely think over.\n\nThe incubus was more than I expected, he stood almost eight feet tall with a toned body that would make a male athlete blush. His skin was chocolate with a just enough chest and crotch hair to be tasteful amount. He almost pulsed with lust mana and earth mana but the most striking feature was the long black tail that ended in a large bulbous end.\n\nI didn't realize that I was drooling over him as he dabbed my mouth with a napkin he seemed to pull from thin air. He smiled an almost perfect smile except for the strain in his face. He was absorbing the bulk of the lust mana from the dragon to protect my classmates from a sudden orgy. \n\n\"Mary. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy this world with you.\" He bowed politely even as other students were being ravaged by or ravaging their own familiars.\n\n\"Maro... I'm feeling horny.\" I said through clenched teeth. Only my training as a witch kept me from diving on that amazing cock, it was damn near his knees and magically imbued to empower his partner and feel amazing.\n\n\"I know, Miss Dalia is a bit much. Her pink mana far outstrips anything I can do. Just holding half of her back is near my limit.\" He said as his cock throbbed, his poise was amazing for a sex monster.\n\nI smiled wickedly, \"Release it into everyone. Don't stop her but keep us safe. My first order to you, Protect and ravage everyone here.\"\n\nHe blinked, \"Are you sure?\"\n\nI pulled off my shirt and bra, \"If you aren't balls deep in me by the time our teacher gains her senses I'll be upset. Do what you were born to do...\" \n\nHe blushed a bit and grinned, \"As you wish.\" His tail split into dozens of prehensile cocks and, surprisingly, pussies. They targeted students and familiars alike, pumping them full of restorative mana and sending the class into a frenzy. Those thing didn't touch me as he lifted me up and placed a kiss on my lips. His cock sliding inside of me gently. \n\nThis was worth everything...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the temperature in the marsh started to drop, the parasites started to die off. Luckily, when Ava walked through, they detected a new environment that would be warm and wet enough to ensure their survival.
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"content": "***WARNING: IF YOU DON'T LIKE: PARASITIC BEINGS, NONCON (WITH PARASITES), EXTREMELY DEEP PENETRATION/CERVIX PENETRATION, BREATHPLAY, STOMACH INFLATION (FROM EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF PARASITES), MINDBREAK/DRUGGING, ETC. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS***\n\nI simply *love* walking through the marsh early in the fall. It’s so relaxing! Sometimes the water’s decent, too, like today, so I decide to find a nice, secluded spot and swim a bit. Marshes aren’t exactly known for people swimming in them, but I don’t care. It’s too damn nice for me to just pass up this water. So, I reach in my bag for my swimming suit, always packed in that bag. Except for this time. This time, I’ve left it home, because I never go swimming anymore. Great.\n\nWait, nobody’s around, I could just…\n\nWith a devious little giggle, I slip my coat off and set it down on the driest spot I can find near the waterline. My coat’s then followed by my t-shirt, and then my sports bra. Almost immediately, my nipples harden, since they’re no longer covered by two layers of clothing, and it’s not 100% warm out. God, the water might make them even harder, I might just have to…\n\n*Woah, Ava, get the rest of your clothes off first*, I think, as my hands slip my pants down along with my panties, dropping them on the rest of my stuff. And now that I’m nude, it’s time to get in the water.\n\nI dip my foot in the water, and let out a little yelp. It’s cold. But I’ve invested in it now. So I step in further, feeling my nipples growing hard as rocks the entire time. The mud squishes as I walk in further. My heart skips when my left foot feels something slip out from under it, but… nothing’s there. It’s just mud. I’m hallucinating. I have to be.\n\nSo I go in even further, the water creeping up to my ample breasts with each step, and when it touches my nipples, I let out almost a moan. Fuck, I’m getting horny… it’s just *water*, Ava, chill out, are you really that lonely at 19 years old that you get horny from *water* touching you?\n\nYep… I’m getting horny from water touching me. Before I know it, my hands are squeezing and playing with my breasts, the foreplay to an eventual fingering session before I head back home. \n\nSomething flicks against my ankle, causing me to yelp and look down into the water. Yet, I see nothing. Now I know I’m not hallucinating. There’s something in the—\n\nA *thing*, feeling awfully like a snake without scales, wraps around my leg, very quickly slithering up towards my privates. The sudden sensation makes me yell and fall backwards into the water.\n\nThe cold rushes over me, and I have to do everything in my power to not inhale the water that’s now wrapped around my head like a cold latex mask. And the snake-thing? Its… head, if I can even call it that, is slipping inside my pussy, spreading it open a little bit, as if it’s about to fuck me with its head. But instead, it just keeps swimming deeper and deeper inside me, the wiggling of its snakelike body unintentionally pleasuring me, although very unwillingly.\n\nWhen it’s most of the way in, I feel two more of them snake around my legs, doing the same thing as the first, including starting to force themselves inside me. My heart’s pounding, my lungs starting to beg for air, but I can’t move. They’ve, somehow, forced me to stay still and let their bodies invade my insides while all I can do is hold my breath and hope they let me breathe.\n\nOf course, since it just *had* to get worse, more and more began to swarm around me, spreading my poor pussy lips and forcing themselves inside me, even starting to wiggle through my cervix like oversized sperm cells. Their wiggling sensation doesn’t feel like that of beings trying to reproduce with me. It feels permanent, like they’re making my pussy their home. And they’re filling up the vacancy quickly. My stomach’s starting to bulge. My lungs are starting to scream for air. *Please, just let me breathe, that’s all I ask*, I plead in my mind, knowing they won’t be able to hear me, and that I’ll just drown here, home of-\n\nMy head is thrust above the water, allowing me to breathe, finally. I still can’t move, and they’re still filling up my hole, wiggling bodies forcefully pressuring deeper inside me, but I can breathe. Soon, they’ll run out of room, and I might be able to get out of here… if the worst thing to come out of this is having to make excuses for looking pregnant for a bit while I try to get them out, then I’ve got it made, right?\n\nBut of course, it gets even worse. Their bodies are completely filling any little crevice down there inside me, but it feels like some are attaching themselves to me with unseen mouths, much like long, thin leeches. God, I hope they’re not a form of leech, because I know those things inject something into you to help suck out the blood… At the very least, I hope they don’t suck out my blood…\n\nMy mind’s starting to cloud up. I’m starting to feel different. But that’s just gotta be me freaking out, right? These parasites needed a home, since the temperature’s getting colder, they’re dying off… the least I can do is offer them a nice, warm, damp home. Yeah, that makes sense. Besides, I’m a perfect candidate for their home.\n\nThere’s no problems with me staying here a while, helping these things survive until the temperature comes back up. None at all. So that's what I'll do."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt Me Whatever, 2
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"content": "All right here's a few (all with bondage in mind) do which ever one interests you the most:\n\n1. After a major scheduling snafu, both an anime / video game convention and a bondage convention wind up sharing the same hall. Not that anyone actually minds, if anything it's more fun for everyone, especially the cosplayers!\n\n2. Following the collapse of the evil empire, the stunning and curvy empress is set to be auctioned off to one of the soldiers as a sex slave. Which she finds oddly exciting, especially when the winner is revealed to be a scrawny, young mage just fresh out of training camp.\n\n3. On a beach nicknamed bondage beach there are 3 rules, 1: Only play with women giving The Signal (maybe having an item turned to face something), 2: Only cum inside, 3: Don't stop till the sun goes down!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] A rainy night at a goblin brothel.
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"content": "A nice quick story, I enjoyed reading it.\r \n\r \nFor some criticism.\r \nI enjoyed the visuals of Aver waiting in the rain while there is this warm friendly welcoming place behind him, I would have enjoyed listening to it happen but your wording describes the event after it has already happened. Like the opening text crawl in star wars.\r \n\r \n*Aver didn’t intend to walk into a goblin brothel but the rain picked up and he had no choice. Everyone inside was so friendly and welcoming, he decided waiting out the rain there wouldn’t be so bad.*\r \n\r \nWriting this in the first person or third person limited with present tense would have used up only a bit more text but would put us more firmly into Aver’s head.\r \n\r \n*Aver wasn’t a goblin brothel kinda guy. With rain running rivers down his coat and the biting cold he was wondering if that was still true. Laughter and the warmth hit him every time the door opened, surely it couldn’t be so bad inside. He could go in, grab a coke, wait for the rain to stop… easy. In fact it was the sensible thing to do.*\r \n\r \nYou can sit inside his head, watching his mind change and feeling that you would do the same in his soggy boots.\r \n\r \nI liked your goblin’s personalities, they felt alive, like the existed outside this window into the world.\r \n\r \nHope it helps, thanks for the story."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Stories about bimbofication, mental age regression and amnesia
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"content": "How do you feel about little actual intelligence loss?\n\nShe meant to do more testing on the \"fountain of youth\" serum before testing it on herself. If she had, she might have realized it would youthen her, but it would also send her through a second puberty and nearly wipe her memory, leaving her as a bright but sex-obsessed and exceptionally busty 18-year old bombshell, more likely to invent new sex toys and hookup apps than to pursue a replacement biochem PHD..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] 'Helpless' Prompts
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"content": "A) A young nobleman is captured by a tribe of female orcs, and he's weak, terrified, and completely at their mercy. They fully intend to have their way with him\\~\n\nB) A female pirate kidnaps the young (but adult) prince in hopes of a sizable ransom. She figures she might as well have some fun with him while she waits, and he's certainly into the idea of being at her mercy.\n\nC) (Incest) His older sister is quite the adept mage, meanwhile he lacks any sort of magical talent. She uses this advantage over him to make him all her's, and he absolutely loves it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] [PI] A Young Futa Girl Had Dropped the Remote to the Powerful Vibrator on the Floor of a Local Coffee Shop, I Find It…
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"content": "Speaking more to the writing than the story, you need to take a closer look at your punctuation. The writing feels more like a flow of thoughts or part of an RP: in an RP, the breaks would be where you allow your partner to act, but in a one-sided story, it feels like there is no room to breathe without periods. For example,\n\n\"Everything was normal and it wasn't very busy(.) Then(,) as I stepped forward (,) my foot caught something (.) As I looked down to see what it was, I was shocked and then turned on(.) I knew exactly what it was(;) it (was) a remote to a vibrator. Someone must have dropped it, but who?\"\n\nI would say the best way is to simply go back over it a few times once you've finished it to look at how the piece flows: again, something different from RP.\n\nAnother thing to watch out for is in the beginning of your second paragraph, you slip into present tense for a few sentences, before going back into past."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You can become invisible. Unfortunately, your clothing doesn't, so you have to strip down if you want to be stealthy.
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"content": "I have a couple of ideas to do with this so maybe i will write a couple of different short stories? I dunno yet.\n\nAnyway i hope you enjoy this one.\n\nCassie ran as fast as she could whilst trying to drown out the cries of anger from behind her. The young sorceress had upset a dangerous member of the assassin's guild and his two friends and she needed to get out of town now.\n\n\"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!\" were the only coherent thoughts that ran through Cassie's mind. Any other thoughts lost their meaning between the agony of her legs and the taste of sweat reaching her lips.\n\nShe wasn't particularly strong physically and it didn't take long for Cassie's legs to already be screaming from every step. The three men following her however, were full of life and kept their momentum. She would be caught soon enough.\n\nCassie had around ten seconds of distance between her and her pursuers, but that wouldn't give time for any of her spells to be fully cast. She could short-hand one, but that would force it to loses its potency, and as such be far from deadly.\n\n\"Is there any spell good enough?\" She wondered as she ducked into an alleyway.\n\nThe streets were quiet inside the alleyway, a lot more silent than the constant bustle on the main streets. This gave a second of repireve to Cassie's tired mind and in an instant she grabbed her wand and started to chant the first spell that stuck out in her brain.\n\n\"That is the only spell that will give me time to think!\" she cried out in her mind.\n\nCassie chanted a couple of lines whilst darting through the alleyway and then a flash of light occurred. Cassie's spell was complete, she thought about stopping, but then entering the alleyway she heard a voice shout.\n\n\"She made herself invisible!\" A voice cried out. \"Well, she made her clothes invisible anyway!\"\n\nIn that moment Cassie knew her mistake and so her tired legs continued to sprint. She ducked out of the alleyway and back onto the streets where she moved past people who seemed shocked she was just moving clothes.\n\n\"And now i have to get naked too!?\" Cassie screamed in her mind.\n\nCassie kept running but soon she would collapse and so quickly she peeled off her gloves and threw them down. She ducked another street, then she started to unhook her robes, a trialling feat, but the fear of being caught kept her going.\n\nCasie was soon a pair of boots, white panties and a bag floating through the street. She was also barely able to move, but as if a second wind kick inside her body she slid her undergaments off and chucked her bag down an alleyway.\n\n\"Just the boots now!\" \n\nCassie was caked in sweat and so peeling off the boots was difficult, but once they were off she chucked them at some young boy who she hoped didn't have a fetish of some kind for this. The pitter of her bare feet tapped down the alley and she soon ducked another corner and slid down against the wall.\n\nShe was dizzy, sweating and naked, and she wondered how she would look to others? Cassie figured she would've looked like some kind of pervert getting off on the thrill of public indency, but she barely had the time to even enjoy it.\n\n\"The spell will probably last an hour or two,\" she muttered.\n\nAll was quiet in her mind until the stomping of three men ran past the alleyway. Cassie flinched, but didn't scream, and then she almost passed out from the fear.\n\n\"I might wet myself,\" she muttered. \"Or throw up, but then again wouldn't that be just the right kind of humiliation to add to this day?\"\n\nCassie then thought about what her next move would be. She knew those men would be awaiting her to try to recover her dignity so her best bet would be going back to the inn.\n\n\"I just hope i can get back, unseen...\"\n\nEnd of part 1, more to set the scene, also feedback. Anyway i hope you enjoy it, next part will cover more about Cassie's appearance and what she did to upset the assassin's guild!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] — Mixed Boys and Raceplay
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"content": "I would like to apologize in advance if these topics make anyone uncomfortable. content warnings for slavery, racism, dehumanization, etc. Frankly, I'm, not entirely comfortable with this, but I am dedicated to providing prompts, so here we go.\n\n - Due to a paperwork mix up, two seperate women claim ownership of the same slave. They decide whoever can make him cum first should be the real owner.\n\n - The plantation owner beats his wife. One evening, a slave intervenes to protect her. They run away together, fall in love, and have sex.\n\n - An beautiful british explorer is lost in the jungle. The king of the local tribe rescues her and nurses her back to health.\n\n - In a very different alternate history, Africans, not Europeans, colonized the globe. A Nubian noblewoman buys a white slave from savage and primitive Europe to use him as a sex toy.\n\n - A poor black guy from the hood annoys a witch, and she casts a spells that makes him swap bodies with a rich white girl from the suburbs. They track each other down, and figure out that the only way to switch back is to have sex with each other.\n\n - A rich white girl wakes up to find that she grew a big black dick overnight. What the fuck will her boyfriend think?\n\n - A zulu warrior is the only survivor of a shipwreck off the coast of Ireland. A convent of nuns find him on the beach, and nurse him back to health. Because they're so cut off from the rest of the world, they have weird ideas about what men are like, what black people are like, and what black men are like.\n\n\n\n - A racist skinhead gets turned into a black bimbo. When he goes to his fellow skinheads for help, they don't believe him, and instead treat him like a sex toy.\n\n - The \"mitochondrial eve\", the most recent common ancestor of all of humanity, lived in East Africa ~155,000 years ago. She must have been a huge slut.\n\n - A black high school student gets pegged by his milfy white teacher."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: People often speak of raging libido. For her, Raging Libido was the most accurate way to describe it. The more angry she got, the hornier she would get.
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"content": "***(Heads Up: alluding to rape, victim's experience)***\n\nMaddie kicks her foot through her door. \"God. DAMIT!\"\n\n\"Sounds like someone had a good day at the office.\" Jason gets out of his chair and walks over to the door. \"Hold still.\" Jason, carefully opens the door while also pushing Maddie's shoe out of the hole. \"There we go, now how was...\" Maddie grabs Jason by the collar and slams him against the wall, knocking the breath out of him. \"...work?\" Maddie was drench, like she ran a marathon, her breath hot like an oven and getting hotter with each gasp. Maddie looked at Jason through her dark, messy hair, her yellow almost glowing, screaming one thing; \"***FUCK!***\" Once he finally got air back in his lungs, Jason calmly put his hands over Maddie's. \"Ok, you're in no mood to talk, so just put me down and I can call...\"\n\n\"No,\" said Maddie, seething with rage, \"I don't need him any more, I don't *want* him any more!\" \n\nJason's eyes widened with worry, \"Maddie, I get you're mad but he could be hear in six minutes, easy. Just don't do anything we'll both regret.\" with those last few words Maddie snapped, she threw Jason onto the floor. Maddie slowly walked towards Jason as he tried to crawl away. \"Maddie, Maddie please, think about your home, what about Ray!?\"\n\n\"SHUT UP!\" Maddie yelled. She stomps on his leg to keep him from moving forward. She pins his hands above him. She hovers there, inches away from his face, and from this angle Jason can see her more clearly, past the anger. He can see her bloodshot eyes, smeared mascara, and a burse on the right side of her face. Jason stopped fighting it and just looked at Maddie with visible concern. Maddie tired to fight it, the pain, the hurt, with all her might she tried to push it down, just wanting to be angry, but with *that* look, she couldn't do it. Maddie fell into Jason's chest and just started crying and he hugged her. \n\nThey laid there for 15 minute, Jason sat Maddie on the couch and sat down next to her. Maddie just starred off into the distance, looking far past the confides of the apartments. \"Look, if you want, you can stay here tonight,\" said Jason, \"I'll order some take-out while I go get the temp door from Rob.\" Jason gets up, unlatches his door, and takes it with him downstairs. \n\nWhen Jason gets back to his room with a white door covered in spray-paint, Maddie's gone. He looks at the couch and sees a trail of business clothes leading to his bedroom door. He latches the temp door onto the frame then follows the trail to the door, picking up the clothes along the way. He puts his ear to the door and hears his shower running along with some heavy breathing. Jason quickly opens the door, tosses the ball of clothes into his clothes basket, and shuts the door. He sits back on the couch and takes a long breath out as he feels his sore wrists. On the underside he can feel where Maddie's nails broke the skin, not enough to bleed, but enough to sting like hell. Shortly after his doorbell goes off, he opens it to see Ty the delivery guy with his pizza.\n\n\"I see you busted out the emergency door, another day of cucking,\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Not today man,\" said Jason, annoyed \"just give me the food.\" Ty hand Jason the large pizza and as Jason tries to hand Ty the money, Ty notices the cuts on Jason's wrists.\n\n\"Damn, looks like someone couldn't wait,\" said Ty \"so how was it?\"\n\n\"I will report you\" said Jason sternly\n\n\"You and I both know my boss doesn't care.\" said Ty. The two hear a loud thump come from inside. \"Hey, if she's still feeling a little...*frustrated* I could always take my break a little-\" Jason slams the door in Ty's face. \"-Come on man, you can't let somthin like that go to waist! You can still watch, I don't care!\" Jason doesn't respond and puts the pizza's on the living room table and starts eating.\n\n10 minutes later, a quarter of the pizza is gone and Jason's bedroom door opens, releasing a cloud of steam. Out walks Maddie in a gold hoodie way too big for her or Jason, green pajama pants, and black socks. Maddie walks over and sits on the couch, Jason pushes the pizza box towards her and nods at her to grab a slice. The two eat in silence until the large box is empty, not a crumb or topping to be speared, and the two lean back stuffed.\n\n\"So, like I said,\" said Jason, covering up a burp, \" if you don't wanna head back to your place, you can stay in the guest room for the night, no questions asked.\" The two sit in silence for a couple of minutes.\n\n\"...I think I'd sleep better on the couch,\" said Maddie. Jason looks at Maddie as she just stares into the celling with the same dead look she had a couple of hours ago.\n\n\"You're the boss,\" said Jason, \"make yourself comfortable.\" Jason grabs the pizza box and walks to the kitchen.\n\n**Part One: End**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A hyper-uptight AR-driven society filters undesired images from its citizens with headsets. A group of freedom fighters undermines the system, causing a riot of lewdness as everyone perceives the world in a hornier light...
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"content": "I was just another boring drone before the resistance found me. Wearing my standard issue headset and seeing a bland and emotionless world. That is until my eyes were opened, they showed me the glory of lust and pleasure, and now I can’t go back, it feels too good. When I hack a man's headset, then slowly open his eyes before taking his fresh unused cock deep inside me as he gives in to the primal urge and pounds away at me. \r \n\r \nMy next target seemed like any other mark, tall, handsome and from my research, a nice long cock for me to pleasure myself with. The official policy is to simply expose them to images and emotions and let them go from there, but I don’t like leaving things to chance. I watch him at his office through security cameras, and easily hack into his headset. The first thing I do is give him a small jolt of lust, enough to get the blood pumping, then I make a small video of myself I have prepared appear only to him on his desk. I am wearing a thick dark robe and hood, totally hiding any features. Then I slowly remove it to expose my perfect tits and ass, all the while feeding him more and more lust and desire. Watching him squirm as he processes these emotions for the first time turns me on and gets my pussy nice and wet and ready for the main event. \r \n\r \nThe small hologram on his desk continues its show as I play with my tits, and finger my pussy, all the while my target can only watch and stare. His cock slowly grew in his pants, nearly ready to burst. Once I was satisfied, I ended the show and sent him a message, along with an address.\r \n\r \n“I know you want more, come to the following location after work and experience true pleasure.”\r \n\r \nThis has never failed to work, and soon enough a knock on my door alerted me to the arrival of my new friend. A mixed look of confusion and lust filled his eyes. I tap a few keys and begin to again feed him lust and desire, not enough to finish him, but enough to get him nice and excited for me. I strip naked and admire my body in the mirror. Short and lean, but nice sized tits and ass, I may be small but in my hands even the biggest of men melt in my fingers, just the way I like it. I open the door, and he stares at me, cock fully at attention now as he makes no effort to hide it as his eyes are too busy staring at the beauty before him.\r \n\r \n“Good, I have been expecting you. Now, follow me, and if you want this to continue, don’t say a word.”\r \n\r \nHe simply nodded as he followed me inside, and I led him to my bedroom, and laid him neatly at the center of the large king size bed. \r \n\r \n“Strip for me, and show me that beautiful cock of yours. That is the source of this pleasure, and I am going to show you true pleasure.” Without a word, he complies and I place myself between his legs, and begin to suck his cock. This is always my favorite part, as his eyes blast open from the waves of pure pleasure, this is not artificial emotion, and any inhibitors in his headset had been turned off when he stepped inside. His toes curl and his legs squirm as my mouth works up and down his rock hard shaft. I could feel him getting close, and now begins my favorite part.\r \n\r \n“Now, it’s time for the main event. I am going to place myself on top of you, and you are going to experience the greatest pleasure of your life. Ride these emotions, give in to your carnal desire, and if at any point you feel the need to move your hips, do it.”\r \n\r \nHe simply nodded excitingly, and I climbed on top of him and positioned my pussy just above his cock. I grab his hands and place them on my tits, as instinct takes over and he fondles my nipples as I tease his cock against my clit, getting myself nice and ready. I am quickly overcome with desire, and place the tip of his cock inside me, then I slide down, letting off a gentle moan as I take his full length inside me. His cock was already squirming, guess I have to be quick if I want to get off with this one. With each thrust, I watch as all his inhibitions flow away, each thrust making him more eager, and I begin to quicken my pace as both our needs grow. \r \n\r \nI'm pounding him at full speed at this point, and what little willpower he has left is all that is keeping him from letting out his true carnal desire. Once I feel I am close enough, I reach down and roll him on top of me, never letting his cock exit my wet pussy as we are both so close to orgasm. I whisper the final words into his ears;\r \n\r \n“Give in, pound me until you explode”\r \n\r \nThat was all the cue he needed as savage desire takes over and his cock is pounded in and out of me at full speed. I felt the pressure building, and let out moan after moan.\r \n\r \n“Oh fuck, cum for me baby. Explode that thick cock deep inside of me. Become part of the crusade”\r \n\r \nWith a few final thrusts his cock explode with cum, which causes my own glorious climax. I plant a kiss on his cheek as he slowly drifts to sleep, tired from the workout he just endured. I roll off him and walk over to my computer, tap a few buttons and send a message to the resistance.\r \n\r \n“I got another one, I will send him your way, but I might need a few more rounds first, this was one of the best”\r \n\r \n\r \n\\--- \n\n\ngreat prompt, had a blast writing this one, hope you enjoy!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The diabolical forces of HR are on the hunt for you after your insolent display of affection. You and a fair maiden from payroll slip away to the forbidden lands of the janitor's closet, where your love can breathe freely
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"content": "There had been a complaint. Arthur was sitting with Sandy in sexual harassment training along with six other people. This was an embarrassment class. Anyone who had actually done something wrong was terminated. This class was to parade around anyone who'd been complained on. The complaint wasn't from Sandy, she was in the class. There was one other woman in there, so the other four were either two couples of gay men or four guys who'd don't things like mentioned somebody's hair or called somebody sweetie, and most likely infront of someone else and the third party had complained out of jealousy. Because at Turner Marketing Solutions image was everything and any thing deemed \"actionable\" was grounds for immediate termination. This class was for complaints from busy bodies so that HR could show that even though nothing could actually be done that they were so \"pro-active\" and intent on serving their \"internal customers\" that they were \"going the extra mile\" by punishing other employees for things that weren't actually sexual harassment.\n\nLike when Sandy came from payroll hugged him infront of his reporting employees in customer service and said \"I could just kiss you.\" because Arthur had found a resolve in the payroll software that allowed a weird situational problem to get worked around. It saved Sandy hours of unpaid overtime. She was ecstatic, not horny. Not at the time anyway.\n\nThis was a half day class. Nobody else could hear it, but Sandy's phone was going off on vibrate for the whole first hour from within her pursue. Arthur found it kinda distracting, but it's not like he gave a shit about what was going on in class anyway. After the first hour they had a break, so Arthur left the building to get some sun. And check his texts. Sandy was following him out the door. That was worrisome because now there was a target on his back and if HR caught them talking together or someone told HR they were together, there would be an inquisition.\n\nThere was on only one way out that wouldn't trip the fire alarm, though, so this was relatively safe. They both walked into the shaven parking garage and Arthur let it a deep breath because this was a safe zone. That's when Sandy spoke up.\n\n\"So, sorry I got you into this.\"\n\n\"Arthur looked up from his phone. It's not you, this was one of my people talking a shot at me because they can. You don't supervise if you're not expecting this bullshit. So sorry you got caught up.\"\n\n\"So we're in trouble.\"\n\n\"All the time. If you're not in trouble you've forgotten you're alive.\"\n\nSandy's phone was still going off and at this point it was driving Arthur crazy. \"Are you gonna answer that?\"\n\nSandy blushed hard. \"that's uhh... That's my vibrator. I figured that if they're gonna label me a slut, I'm going all in.\"\n\n\"Oh, wow. I guess I don't have anything more to say about knowing you're alive then.\"\n\n\"Hah, yeah. I actually need to hit the bathroom and freshen up the lube.\"\n\n\"Good idea, walking out together isn't a problem, but walking in would get us talked to.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Yeah, at least for the next month.\"\n\n\"Good to know.\"\n\nSandy left and after a few minutes of phone freedom, Arthur went back to class. The next hour was punishing because he knew that it wasn't a phone on vibrate. The irony of sitting in a sexual harassment training class fighting an on an off hard-on because of the cute office lady next to him wasn't lost on Arthur, though. Thankfully there was pretty much no conversation for this \"training\" as it was a punishment class. Once they were released on break again, Sandy didn't follow to the parking garage. Arthur was happy and deflated at the same time, but at least she was learning.\n\nBut 5 minutes into the 15 minutes break Sandy rounded the corner and said \"oh, good, you're here. So... Lunch. Uhhhmmm, I'm gonna need some help in the 3rd floor Janitor's closet for maybe 15 minutes if you could come prepared?\" She emphasized the word prepared.\n\n\"Do I need to bring my own uhh, pencil cover?\" Arthur knew that wasn't smooth, but couldn't think of anything on the fly like that.\n\n\"Haha, no. The... Factory is closed and free of contamination.\"\n\n\"Good, I'll see you there.\"\n\nThe next two hours were excruciating. The pulse of the vibrator rang in his ears. He faced forward but couldn't stop thinking about all 5'6\" of her slight frame. Making guesses on what her pussy looked like, how she maintained her pubes, what color her nipples were. All he knew was that if he didn't want to get caught, he couldn't touch that curly brown hair. Her lips were a little thin but she had one of those Roman noses and a slightly recessed chin and she wanted to see that sucking his dick so bad. After an eternity, another break, and an eternity, punishment training was over.\n\nThey left the room and Sandy broke right as Arthur broke left. Ather walked slowly because he knew Sandy would get there first and wanted to get there looking enough after that nobody would notice. The location was pretty secluded, but a little extra precaution was good. At first nerves kept his dick from hardening but as he went up the empty staircase he lost that fight. As he walked through the door into the third floor hallway he was pitching obvious tent, but third floor was pretty empty at lunch time.\n\nOnce he opened the door he was greeted by Sandy sitting in a metal folding chair fingering away at her clit and pinching at her nipples through her blouse. Her panties were off, dropped by the chair's foot. A similar chair was placed in front of her and that was all Arthur needed to see. He flung his tire over his shoulder unbelted and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his briefs. He ignored all the precum splatter as he fished in the slit in the fabric and pulled his dick out.\n\nHe sat down in the adjacent seat, pulling her seat closer. The feet were rubber, which suppressed the sound. While she was still fingering herself, he inserted himself and began thrusting, looking Sandy dead in the eyes. After what couldn't have been more than two minutes Sandy whispered \"I'm cumming,\" and pulled her hand away from her clit with her eyes now pressed closed. With her hand out of the way Arthur found a better angle and the daintiest drip from Sandy's pussy was forced out of her pussy. Arthur thrust himself to a heady orgasm, wishing he could have pulled out because that would have been an impressive shot. His balls drained deep in Sandy's pussy and when he was done he pulled out, stuffed his cock back in his briefs, tucked his shirt, zipped, buttoned, belted, flopped his tie back down and left Sandy to straighten herself out. He was free."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was really into mages. Her choker said "free use", but it said it in arcane script...
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"content": "She casually strolled around the market place completely nude except for a choker that said “free use”, but only those that knew how to read arcane where aware of this. Everyone else just thought she was really into exhibitionism.\n\nShe was making her way to a cafe, she loved the warmth of the sun against her bare skin, the thought of arousing those around her with her mere presence combined with the thought of being exposed to everyone made her slightly wet and slightly excited, but this wasn’t her first time being out in the open like this as she was a bit of a nudist, so she went on about her day as she typically did, smiling and making her way to the cafe at the center of town.\n\nThough it was only 9am, It was flooded with people, who went on about their business as it wasn’t all that uncommon for some people to wonder about town nude, and as free use, public nudity, and public sex was a fairly common occurrence in town.\n\nA mage sat in a seat at a table just outside of the cafe with a big window to his right, and the town square to his left. In the center of the square was a fountain with sculptures in various lewd poses. A woman going down on a man, water flowing from her pussy. Another female on her knees before a man with her mouth open, water flowing from his cock to her mouth. A third statue of a lady sitting on a boulder, groping her breast and fingering herself, with water flowing from her tits.\n\nShe passed by this and barely even noticed it, but as she passed by the mage, they locked eyes and she blushed a little, but proceeded into the cafe. He admired her form from outside of the cafe as his eyes moved upward and noticed the choker she was wearing.\n\nHe placed his hands together underneath the table, there was a dim flash of cyan light between them, and the same cyan light started to form around around her waist covering her pussy and leaving her ass exposed.\n\nSome of the patrons were surprised by such a sudden occurrence of magic, Some knew what was going on, and as the mage was a regular at this cafe, the cashier knew what was going on immediately and knew who was responsible.\n\nWith his left hand in his pocket, he rubbed his middle and ring finger along his palm. Inside the cafe the lady let out a soft moan, and looked back at the mage, who was reading a book with his right hand, occasionally glancing up from his reading.\n\n*would you like me to continue?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Her boyfriend is a submissive people pleaser. Her mother is single and has a thing for younger men. She knew her boyfriend would have a hard time saying no to her mother's advances, and so she took the decision out of his hands and agreed to a threesome for him.
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"content": "I don't know how I ended up being the third wheel in my own relationship. No... That's a lie. I do. At first, I thought it would be a great idea— I'm not great at being dominant, but I know my mom is through her extensive conversations with me about her sex life. My boyfriend was submissive enough that he'd go along with it, so I didn't think anything could go wrong. \n\nIt started out like your normal threesome; we laid down the ground rules and got to it. My mother immediately took control and told us to strip for her. Compared to her, my body looks like a flat board. Even with my B cups and toned ass, her DD chest and thicc rear overshadow me by a mile. She then stripped in front of us and command me to eat her out while she made out with my boyfriend — Jonathon. \n\nAnd by made out, I mean *made out*. Her tongue was claiming his mouth as she rubbed her body against his. I just chalked it up to her being pent up from not having sex in a while. Truth be told, the taboo of eating out my mom's pussy was pretty hot. She grabbed my hair and pushed me even further between her legs; \"that's right, taste mommy's dripping wet pussy. Get it ready for your boyfriend's cock!\" \n\nThat... Wasn't the plan. But I couldn't speak up. I couldn't tell her no. My boyfriend looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but I knew he wouldn't be able to say no to her. \"You'd like that, Jonathon, hm? To feel a *real* woman's pussy for once? Don't worry; mommy will take good care of you.\" \n\nI felt her climax on my face, though she didn't give me the chance to pull away. Finally, when she let go, I was left gasping for air. \"Good girl. Now, go sit in the corner and finger yourself while I enjoy this nice cock,\" my mother said as she slowly stroked my boyfriend's dick. \n\n\"That's not—\" she cut me off before I could continue.\n\n\"Are you disobeying me, young lady?\" She snapped, her eyes narrowed. \n\n\"N-no, ma'am.\" I replied as I hung my head and walked over to the corner. \n\nThe next few moments were a blur as my mother had climbed on to my boyfriend's dick. \"Oh, yes! That feels amazing!\" She yelled at her body bounced up and down on top of him. I could tell he was trying not to enjoy it for my sake, but it must have felt too good as he came quickly. \n\nShe stopped and climbed off of him, \"oh, no, this simply won't do! I haven't gotten off yet! Kelly!\" She snapped her fingers and I hesitantly walked over, \"clean me up.\" \n\nI looked at her incredulously before she grabbed my hair and forced me between her legs again, my mouth covering her cum-filled pussy. \"That's right, sweetie. Mommy needs a nice, clean pussy for her new toy's cock.\" I tried to mumble a protest, but she simply ground her cunt into my face once again before leaving me in my knees as she climbed on to of my boyfriend. \n\nThat was a week ago and they've had sex every day since then. I haven't been allowed to touch him; I only come in to clean her up. Part of me hates it, but another, darker part loves it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Help me brainstorm my "Sex Olympics" erotica idea!
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"content": "Usually with stories regarding international competition, the background is typically built upon stereotypes and biased impressions. To that end, commentators and writers like to have the most juxtoposition with highlighting incredible differences between the countires/competitors.\n\nIn other words, you can pick from the common tropes of\n\n* One South American/Latin Country\n* One African Country\n* One East/SouthEast Asian Country\n* One East/Central/West European Country\n\nFor events, aside from the typical sexual activities, you could also incorporate other ones, for humor or variety, etc. Like\n\n* Pole Dancing\n* Tests of Kegel Strength, Nipple Hardness\n* Artistic \"pectoral flexing\" to make breasts bounce\n* Tongue agility (ie. tying a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue only)\n* Squirt Distance"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The Park of Pleasure is an amusement park for adults but nobody knows that the power behind it wants mostly one thing: Corrupt the guests. But how?
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"content": "Here's a few ideas (Hope your OK with some bondage)\n\n1. One of the most notable attractions at the park is the bondage escape rooms, in which a group is stripped down to just their panties / underpants, tightly tied up and gagged, vibed, and tasked with solving an erotic escape room to get free from not just the room, but their bondage as well. Of course once people are done they almost always have an insatiable desire to be bound, gagged, and fucked 24/7. So when one sorority member books a timeslot for her whole sorority, the whole group is about to learn the definition of \"team bonding\".\n\n2. The fucking zoo, in which guests can have their way with other guests dressed like animals (I.E Cat ears and tail, bitchsuit, muzzlegag, etc.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You heard tell of a man with a cock so good he subjugated every woman he fucks into his own servant out of her own want for me. You scoff and think he can’t be all that great. The next day, his harem watched you scream as he lifted into the air with just his cock…and he hadn’t even thrusted yet
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"content": "Derek was an asshole. Jemma knew it. Danny knew it. Everyone at work knew it. Yet, he still had women flocking to him. But not Jemma. No, she was a happily married woman. She loved her husband and knew that no matter how good the sex was, she wouldn't be able to move past Derek's personality. \n\nDanny was less-than-confident. Their law firm was the best in three country, so when his friend Laura asked for a job, be didn't hesitate. Laura had been Danny's friend since they were kids and she had grown up into quite the sexy woman. Despite having four kids and being married for ten years, the forty-year-old latina was a bombshell. Her life had been perfect. \n\nBut then something changed. One day, she was in a buttoned-up blouse and pencil skirt and the next, she had a collar on and not much else. As was the case when Derek claimed a new slut for his harem. Laura had left her family that night and gone to live with Derek in his \"playboy mansion.\" \n\nAfter that, things between Danny and Laura drastically changed. She treated him like he didn't even matter to her. She would belittle and insult him and ignore him when he tried to talk to her. \n\nDanny had always hated Derek; he'd been an asshole ever since he met him in college. Derek was known for stealing other guys' girls and even some of the professors. The rumor was always that they went to live with him at his mansion, though no one could confirm it. \n\nThe fingers in front of Danny snapped, pulling him back to reality. \"Did you hear me, loser?\" Derek scoffed, crossing his arms. \"I'm offering you a once in a lifetime deal here. Talk it over with that fine piece of ass of yours tonight and give me your answer tomorrow.\"\n\nDanny felt like a shell the rest of the day until the drive home with Jemma. \"He *what?*\" She yelled. \n\n\"I don't know! He just walked up to me and said he'd give us a million dollars if he could fuck you and ten million if you still wanted to be with me after,\" Danny rubbed his forehead whole he focussed on the road. \n\n\"Danny, we could... That's a lot of money. Even one million dollars is a lot of money,\" she replied pensively. \n\n\"You can't honestly be considering this, can you?\" He asked, wide-eyed and confused. \n\n\"Of course I am! We could quit our jobs and buy a nice house and start a family with that kind of money! What, do you think I'll slut it up like Laura just because the sex is mediocre? Come on, have more faith in me than that! I love you and nothing can change that!\" Jemma crossed her arms defiantly. She didn't believe the hype behind Derek's supposedly magic cock. Maybe this would also give her a chance to debunk it. \n\nDanny was less than sure, but he knew better than to argue with Jemma when her mind was made up. When he got home, he called Derek and accepted the deal. \n\nThe next day, Jemma skipped work to go to Derek's house. All the women in the office were out, in fact. It was like a ritual. Derek always wanted them there to see him break in a new woman. \n\nJemma was stunned by the sheer size of the mansion. It was bigger than anything she could have imagined. As she entered in, two rows of naked, collared women stood on both sides of her, greeting her. She was unsure, but she followed the pathway of women that led her up to what she assumed was the master bedroom. \n\nInside, Derek was sitting on the bed with his cock out. Jemma felt her heart skip a beat as she glanced at it. That glance turned into a stare before he snapped her out of it, \"already falling under my spell? Such a shame. I was looking forward to breaking you most of all.\"\n\nJemma crossed her arms and huffed in defiance, despite her blushing. \"You wish! I was just caught off guard to see your cock out like that!\" \n\n\"Well, it can be pretty scary to meet perfection. Why not come get acquainted? Come give it a kiss or two,\" he said smoothly. \n\nJemma rolled her eyes, but obeyed. She kept telling herself she just wanted to get this over with. As she knelt in front of him, his musk hit her nose and sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine. \"Go on. Give it a taste. You know you want to.* \n\nA if she had no agency of her own, she licked his cock from the base to the tip, instantly orgasming. \"What the—\" \n\n\"It's only natural, pet. It's pure pleasure; do you want more? Go on. Suck it. Suck my cock and forget all about those pesky thoughts of yours. Forget about your former life and husband. Focus on me,\" Derek taunted, running his hand through her raven-colored hair. \n\nJemma pulled back, holding her head. \"No... Something isn't right... What's going on?\" She asked as he. Pulled her head back against his crotch. \n\n\"You're learning your proper place, Jemma. On your knees in front of my cock. Now, suck your master's cock.\" Derek sneered as good cock twitched in front of her. \n\nJemma looked around and noticed all of the slaves' eyes locked on to Derek's cock. They looked hungry. *To bad! His cock is all mine!* She thought, before catching herself. *No! What is going on?* She tried to speak, but somehow, she already had his cock in her mouth as she passionately bobbed up and down on it. \n\n\"You're so eager, Jemma. I always knew you would be,\" he grinned as he gripped her head and came in her mouth. \n\nHer world exploded once more as she tasted his cum. *Fuck! I need this inside of me!* As if to answer her longing, Derek pulled out and laid down on his back. \"Now, climb on top of me and become mine.\" \n\nJemma knew she should fight back and stop. She knew this would be the point of no return. She could just run back to her husband... whatever his name was. Even though he wasn't as good as Derek. No one was. *I'm lucky to even be allowed to touch master's cock! What am I doing thinking of other men?* She slowly climbed on to of him and felt his cock push past her folds. She let out a passionate moan as she began to ride him. \"Mmm! So good!\" Sure tossed her head back and braced her arms on his chest. \n\n\"That's it, Jemma! Lose yourself to the pleasure. Forget all about that silly life of yours! This is where you belong!\" Derek commanded as he bucked his hips into hers. Jemma reached up and began groping her chest, putting on a show for him. \"Now tell me: who do you belong to? Who do you love?\"\n\n\"You, Derek! You're my master! I love you!\" She shouted as she felt yet another orgasm wrack her body along with his own. Filled with his cum, she collapsed on top of him. \n\nWhen Jemma didn't come home, Danny feared the worst. Or what he thought was the worst. In reality, it was far far worse. The next day at work, he saw the love of his life being led around the office in a collar and leash. He ran over to her in a panic, \"Jemma! What happened?\"\n\nJemma looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, \"um, do I know you? I doubt it. I'd never waste my time with a loser like you. The only one I need is my master.\" Derek laughed as he patted Danny on the shoulder. \n\n\"Don't worry bud. At least you're a million dollars richer. Maybe you'll snag yourself a new wife for me. Jemma was really easy to conquer, you know. It's all thanks to this magic cock of mine. Them's the breaks, pal.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One morning, you wake up to find yourself lying besides another, completely identical version of yourself. Same appearance, same manners, same thoughts, even the same desires! And it is not just you that has been duplicated in this manner...
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"content": "Waking up with a hardon was par for the course, however it wasn't his hand on his shaft. He groaned as he began to cum from the sensations, pressure, speed, it was all the way he developed his self pleasure over the years. There was a stranger staring down at him when he managed to open his eyes. \"Pearl,\" he said thinking it was his sister in the bed with him. \r \n\r \n\"No, Try again. I imagine she's in her bed,\" the stranger said.\r \n\r \nHe closed his eyes, stretched, and opened them again. He moaned, \"Mmmm,\" as the hand had a death grip on the base of his cock. He looked where the face had been; he felt the bed move as the guy, 'holy shit a guy!', was moving down to lick the cum off his stomach. 'No, he's wiping it up with my t-shirt,' he realized. The guy's cheek was resting where the cum had been, and tonguing the tip. 'Teasing little fucker.'\r \n\r \nThe tease was just a moment of time before the warmth of his mouth engulfed the head. He held it comfortably in his mouth while his hand was jerking the shaft. The original held his breath from the perfect sensations. His hands found his head and began to caress his hair which cause him to raise up until his shaft was pointing away from his body. He closed his eyes revelling in the glory of the early morning blowjob.\r \n\r \nHe peeked down his body and the face bobbing up and down on his dick was his own. 'Oh fuck, i'm dreaming. wake up, wake up, damn it.' The world was too real to be a dream, but how was this possible. He relaxed into it as how didn't matter, only the pleasure at that point. He started humming Love Is In The Air by John Paul Young, \"Love is in the Air.\" His lover started humming along with him which vibrated the soft tissue inside his mouth. He went soft quickly after losing his residual cum. ID didn't matter that he was still stroking his cock. It was done.\r \n\r \n'Holy shit!' his mind exclaimed seeing his birthmark on his lover's back as the guy was reaching into the bedside table. The clone had the bottle of lotion, water based, anal lube. It just didn't seem real watching him greasing up that identical cock. He wanted to resist having his knees pulled apart but deep down had always wanted to try anal sex where he was the bottom. 'Holy shit, that's cold,' he thought as the lube was rubbed into his anus. He tilted his hips as the cock tip pushed against him. \r \n\r \n\"I know you always want this. Just look how eager you are for it now.\"\r \n\r \nHe waited until it was well on the way in to say, \"Fuck me.\"\r \n\r \n\"...and hard too.\"\r \n\r \n\"Yes, God Yes.\" It felt good but it didn't get a rise out of him. His flaccid cock bounced around from the action. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the guy's fingers pushing his cock into him, pulling his sack up, sending his balls into his body. He let his hand get put over his sex, trapping it, keeping him flat there. The pounding moved his hands in small motions across the spot which was a delicious feeling. The head of his cock was getting rubbed by his palm. He was driven to 'rub' it more, and more. He was staring into his own eyes trying to communicate that he needed a little more, a little longer, and he might cum, wanted to cum again. \"Oh damn, you're such a stud.\"\r \n\r \n\"Come on goofy face, lets cum together, tell me....\" They both knew the top wanted permission to cum inside him. He hooked his knees behind his arms to bend the bottom as much as he could. \"You look so hot, such a little bitch.\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK ME!\" He was close but it was just out of his reach. His alarm went off; the TV turned on. The weather girl was in her skimpy low cut dress. He loved her voice and watching her boobs sway as she pointed here and there. All the clone had to do was wait for the image to trigger him out of routine. She was his morning ritual, jerking off to her. They both knew that he wished he had her body. \"Now, CUm iN Me, FiLL mE.\"\r \n\r \nThe weather girl sent it back to the anchor who announced a special interruption as the White House was holding a briefing. The President was already at the podium, \"....I say again, People pleases stop having sex with your clone. We don't know why, or how, but just stop.....\" The clone turned off the set after he was finished, yet still deeply buried."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me with your TG prompts.
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"content": " - Playboy wakes up in the body of his bunny butler. She woke up in *his* body, and she's having a whole lot of fun ordering him around.\n\n - A treasure hunter plunders the temple of a fertility goddess, and steals a cursed statue. He leaves a journal of his expedition as he slowly morphs into a perfect fertile breeding slut and forgets about everything but sex.\n\n - a plucky lass crossdresses to join the british navy. She gets a tattoo to prove she's as tough as any of the other cabin boys, but the manliness(and the magic symbols in the tattoo) starts to have an effect on her.\n\n - A thief sneaks into the sultan's harem, disguised as a dancing girl. Unfortunately, the uniform he stole is cursed, and if he doesnt escape soon, the effects may be permanent. *side note: real harems were not sexual. they were just where women hung out and took off their burqas without any men around. the idea of harems as being private brothels was invented by horny british explorers who had no idea what they were talking about.*\n\n - a farmhand at a farm of busty cowgirls drinks the wrong milk and starts to morph into one. Because he's been so gentle to them, the cowgirls are just so friendly and excited to welcome him.\n\n - A guy wakes up with a pussy. A girl wakes up with a dick. they find each other and figure out that they've swapped genitals, and the only way back is to fuck."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A gamer cowgirl's friends like to bother her for milk and sex, and she's all right with it, as long as she can keep playing...
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"content": "\"Hey fat tits!\" Lia called when she burst into my room. It was her way of showing affection, I guess. Most of her nicknames were something offensive. I didn't mind it, though I knew some people were put off by that, like Max, for example.\n\nI hummed in acknowledgment of her presence, but I didn't move my eyes from the screen. There were far more important things to do than idly look at her. I was in a middle of a fight. The TV screen was flashing from clashing swords and spurts of blood. I gripped the controller tightly while trying to maneuver my character into all the positions and movements I needed.\n\nI felt the bed sink beside me as Lia climbed on top of it and leaned against the wall. \"It would be nice if you'd acknowledge me,\" she pouted. I paused the game in a rather tense moment. I'd much rather get back to it than appease the neediness of Lia to attention, but she would not budge until I do. Even worse, she might block my view or mess with my controller.\n\nI shifted my gaze from the screen towards Lia. She sat beside me, if you could call that sitting. She was sitting on her knees while slightly bouncing up and down. Not only that, but she had the stupidest grin on her face and a familiar spark of excitement in her eyes. I already knew what was going to follow.\n\n\"Well?\" She asked. I just shrugged in response. \"Fine, I'll do it myself,\" she muttered before sending her hands to the hem of my shirt. It was a pretty baggy one, so it wasn't too hard for Lia to peel it off. It did force me to leave my controller, though. I sighed as I lifted my arms up and let Lia get my shirt off. She then pushed me off the wall and got to work on my bra.\n\nI resumed my game as soon as her focus shifted to unfastening my bra. I hoped that her flimsy fingers would fail her enough times for her to give up, but it had yet to happen. It took her quite a bit, but eventually I had to pause again to let her get the bra off. Once it was off, Lia quickly snaked under my arm and into my lap. It wasn't the most comfortable position for my hands, and I'm sure she wasn't the comfiest either, but she seemed content enough. And most importantly, she didn't interrupt my gaming anymore, so I didn't say anything.\n\nMy tits weren't the perkiest, or even perky, to be honest. At their size, I wasn't sure it was possible for them to not sag. It was actually quite convenient for situations like this where someone lied in my lap while trying to suck on them.\n\nWith time, I learned that Lia wasn't a foreplay type of girl. She sucked hard, making sure that there would be a consistent stream of milk being released as long as her mouth was latched to my nipple. It did leave my nipples sore from time to time, but I couldn't deny it was effective with emptying me. It was convenient that I was not forced to do it on my own, but simply sit and let Lia do all the work. The fact I could still game while this was going on sold me on the idea instantly.\n\nWhen she finished, with one breast, she moved to the other in an instant. She scooted backwards, aligning her mouth with my unabused nipple. Within seconds of her settling in, I felt a familiar strong suction.\n\nDespite being prepared, the sensation caused me to tense and look down on its source. While mostly being obscured by long blonde hair, I could still see most of her face. Her eyes were closed while she sucked the milk out of my nipple. Her lips tightly latched onto it, while the corners of her mouth curled upwards. A slight blush colored her face as she gulped down everything I had in me.\n\nI kept playing while she sucked me dry. It was enjoyable for both of us, and neither of us felt the need to acknowledge the other's actions. It lead to an almost surreal silence that was broken only by the TV and the constant sucking noises Lia was producing.\n\nWe both felt when the milk had run dry. The usual fullness of my breasts was now gone, and they felt much lighter than usual. It never failed to surprise me how full you can feel with a liter or two of milk in your boobs.\n\nLia disentangled herself from me and stood by the side of the bed. I didn't bother looking, but her lingering did make me wonder what was on her mind. She usually left the second I had run dry, so staying by my side for even more than twenty seconds after milking was rare.\n\nAfter a while, I felt her lips on my cheek. It was a quick peck, but it was very unlike her. \"Thanks,\" she whispered into my ear, before heading back to the door. While going out of my room, she didn't fail to make her exit known.\n\n\"See you tomorrow fat tits!\" she laughed and slammed the door behind her. I would handle this mess later, for now I just want to play a little.\n\n---\n\nHi, this is my first time writing something, so I hope this did not disappoint. I had another scene with Max, more sexual in nature, but this turned out long already so I thought I should post it and see if anyone is interested in the continuation.\n\nThank you for the prompt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The relationship hadn't been a healthy one, and was long in the past, but somehow, you find your body more than willing to respond when your ex says "Once more, for old time's sake?"
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"content": "“Remember when we used to fuck?”, Fiona asks, taking another drag from the cigarette that’s almost completely burned down between her fingers at this point.\n\n“Of course I do,” Rebecca replies, looking out of the car window. She has given up on telling the brunette next to her not to smoke in enclosed spaces like this. “Do you remember that you calling it ‘fucking’ rather than ‘dating’ is part of why I ended it.”\n\nFiona grins. “Now that you mention it.” She opens the car door and tosses out the cigarette butt without extinguishing it.\n\n“You’re horrible,” Rebecca sighs.\n\n“You like that in me, Becky,” Fiona says.\n\nRebecca shakes her head. “I used to. I was young, dumb and you were the hot older rebel girl. My life was boring. You were exciting.”\n\n“It’s not boring anymore, is it?”, Fiona asks. “Fucking zombies. You know, I almost paid off my car loan when that shit hit.”\n\n“Really? That’s what you’re worrying about?”, Rebecca asks. “Your car loan? You do realize that whoever gave you that loan is probably long dead at this point.”\n\n“Or undead.”\n\n“Or undead,” Rebecca agrees.\n\n“Nah, what I worry about is how much money I gave that stupid bank. If I had known the apocalypse was going to hit, I’d have just kept it for myself and made my life a party until the end.”\n\n“I would have called you an idiot for it,” Rebecca says. “But you would have been right to do that. Turns out planning ahead is worth shit when the whole world suddenly ends.”\n\n“And yet you tried to keep a steady head,” Fiona says. “Rationing food, planning our journeys and raids. You tried to keep us alive. And you did, for four years.” She rubs her eyes, looking tired. “Four years longer than I would have made it without your brains.”\n\nRebecca shrugs. “Wasn’t worth anything in the end, was it?” She gestures outside. Aside from some zombies in the distance, there is nothing. “The car broke down. We’re stuck in the middle of nowhere. No more food, no more transportation, no more bullets. If we had made it to this camp the guy back by the river told us about, we could have maybe stocked up and then we’d have a chance. But now…”\n\n“Now the end is really here. Not just for the world but for us,” Fiona says.\n\n“Fuck,” Rebecca curses. She never curses. “Turns out being smart about things actually is worth nothing. Four years, four days – didn’t really matter in the end, did it?”\n\nFiona shrugs. “No idea. That’s for the philosophers to decide. If any are still alive.” She chuckles dryly and then sighs, wishing they still had something to drink, but even their alcohol is gone by now. “Once more, for old time’s sake?”, she then asks.\n\nRebecca looks at her. “Once more what?”\n\nFiona shrugs. “You know what.” Of course, Rebecca did. “I mean, why not? It’s fun. And is there anything else that still matters at this point?”\n\nRebecca considers this for a while, casting her glance outside over the empty fields surrounding them. “No,” she then says. “No, I guess there isn’t.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In protest a riot has broken out in your city unlike any other. Instead of violence, people are...fucking on every surface, bench, and corner. How do you respond?
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"content": "Tragedy is never good. The events that led to this riot were horrible, don't get me wrong. Two people beat up on Facebook live simply for having premarital sex? Sick. Disgusting, really. But let me tell you something, when people come together for an amazing cause, beautiful things can be done. \n\nLike making me rich. \n\nOwning a sex toy shop in the Bible-belt was hardly a booming business. We mostly got college students or very shy, inexperienced teens who wanted to learn about the wilder side of sex. But when the riot broke out? I sold out of condoms faster than I ever have. Ribbed, smooth, flavored, glow in the dark - all gone! \n\nNext were the dildos, of course. Two's company, three's a crowd, but when that third is a plastic horse cock, things can certainly get interesting. Girls were in the streets double teaming a double-sided tentacle dildo (one of my proudest creations), some were fucking others with start-ons. I saw guys using it to liberate themselves, too. One guy stripped down on top of a cop car and fucked himself with a dildo allegedly moulded to feel like, and I quote, \"what Megan Fox's cock would feel like if she had a cock.\" That one was a special order and it definitely took a lot of research. \n\nAnother couple set up a full diorama sex dungeon. It was three walls with toys from yours truly all over it. That turned into an orgy and when the cops came, people thought they were just roleplaying, so the cops somehow got roped into the power dynamic/bdsm fantasy. \n\nI mean, it definitely helps that I'm an Incubus. It would be dishonest for me to say \"no, dear reader, my sex toys are definitely not cursed to bring about the most perversion on people.\" I'm nothing if not an honest businessman. That's all I am, really. I saw a need and I filled it. I'm a hero, really. It's really interesting what people will trade in for the sex toys, too. I don't really deal in cash — not that I won't accept it; I have to pay overhead somehow. But I prefer to trade. It's like a barter system; think the Happy Mask Salesman from Ocarina of Time. That's me, but with fox-dick dildos instead of kitsune masks. \n\nSpeaking of bartering, does anyone want a slightly-used Sonic the Hedgehog fursuit with zippers in the ass and crotch? I *think* I got all of the stains out, but I can't be sure. I flashed the blacklight on the thing and it was all blue."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was having a relaxing time skinny dipping in the lake on her camping trip... until a park ranger showed up for a campsite inspection.
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"content": "\n\n\nPaula takes a deep breath and smiles. There’s a cool, gentle breeze in the night air that makes Paula’s hair stand up on end. She slowly strips out of her clothes and folds them nice and neat in a pile and stashes them away. She stretches out, letting the cool breeze make her nipples erect, and giving her whole body goosebumps. It was a quiet, peaceful evening alone and Paula was gonna enjoy it the only way she knew how. \n\nShe slowly walks into the water letting it conform to her shape. The water was the perfect temperature and Paula took a moment to soak it in. She swims further away from the shower, smiling…\n\n“Man I hate being the one to inspect this place at night. Gonna get attacked by a raccoon one of these nights.”\n\nThe park ranger pushed through the forest and stood still looking out over the lake. \n\n“Beautiful view though.”\n\nHe begins to look around, checking off items from a list on his clipboard. He finds the place clean, and vacant. The exact way it’s supposed to be, the only thing left to check is the lake itself…\n\n“I’ve always wanted to be a mermaid.”\n\nPaula giggles to herself as she climbs onto a rock and leans back. She closes her eyes, and bathes in the moonlight. She slowly starts to caress her nipples and body, working her way down to her pussy. She smiles as her fingers caress her soft, pink lips. She slowly slides said fingers into her pussy and moves them around, making her wet…\n\nThe park ranger rows through the water at a pretty quick pace, trying to be thorough but quick. He was happy to report that he found nothing. Until he got to the rock in the middle of the lake. He wiped his eyes and blinked a few times. \n\nOn the rock, Paula was stretched out, teasing her nipple and fingering herself. The twenty year old redheads moans mixed with noises of the night and her eyes slowly opened. She turned her head…\n\n“AHHHH!”\n\nShe quickly rolls into the water and the park ranger stands up in his boat. \n\n“I’m sorry ma’am, I-I didn’t mean to stare, I was…um…ma’am?”\n\nHis boat suddenly flips over dumping him in the water. When he comes up for air he sees Paula swimming as fast as she can like a criminal fleeing a bank robbery."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monster x human malesub
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"content": "* \\[F Monster\\] The humans once played and feed here, in your sacred grove, but one day, they just stopped coming, and their pollen with them. You find that a lost soul has found his way here, delirious from hunger and fatigue, you scoop him right up, like any wise dryad would. Again you have someone to play in your grove, a belly to fill with nectar and fruit, and a pistil to pollinate your flowers.\n* \\[Many Monsters\\] After your capture, you that werewolves have only three for prisoners, Sacrifices, Food, and Sex Slaves. \n* \\[M Monster\\] Most people think of Minotaurs as brutish and angry, but there subtle gentle streak to them, you just have let them blow off some steam... into you preferably."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone was shocked when she arrived at her friend's birthday party In nothing but a pair of high heels. Blushing, she wordlessly handcuffed herself to a beam in the center of the room. Facing the beam and still silent, she waited, her body only getting more aroused...
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"content": "Everyone was shocked when she arrived at her friend's birthday party in nothing but a pair of high heels. Blushing, she wirelessly handcuffed herself to a beam in the center of the room. Facing the beam and still silent, she waited, her body only getting more aroused. \n\nNobody in the room knew who she was, except the man sitting in the impromptu throne. Her ass was pointed towards him. This was so humiliating. It was so amazingly liberating. She met Gerard online. She'd known him for a few years. They had talked for several months and he became more and more dominant. She knew by the time that she'd sent him the first picture of her tits that she was going to lose her virginity to him. He was exactly 10 years older than her. She was 30 he was 40. She was never good with people, but Gerard was different. \n\nHe said what he wanted, he was so totally open. She knew about his wife upstairs. Gerard's wife knew about her. She had watched Gerard fuck his wife in every position, in every hole over the course of the years. She knew about the 15 other women in here today. They were from all over the country. They came here annually. He called them his thralls. \n\nEvery year, they would all fly in from all over the country, just like she had, in order to celebrate his birthday with a week long orgy. It was the only sex you were allowed to have when you were a Thrall of Gerard. Nobody was expecting her. For Gerard this was the ultimate show off his strength and virility. It was a sign that his thralls were right to keep following him. Other dominant men needed force or threats to show strength, but Gerard knew that it was far more effective to show growth and expansion.\n\nShe was grateful for the opportunity. She was embarrassed at her wreched state. She was excited to lose her virginity. She was terrified that she'd somehow get it wrong. But mostly she was in heat. \n\nShe could feel her greedy pussy. It's love was dribbling down her thighs. She could feel her hardened nipples, and their absolute anticipation. She could help her tongue as she licked around her lips in case Gerard wanted to fuck her face first. \n\nAt long last Gerard cleared his throat and spoke:\n\n\"Thralls, this fine specimen brought before it's today is a virgin. Absolute virgin. She has known no man and no woman but she has come here today to submit as a Thrall of Gerard. Tonight, you will play amongst yourselves as I will provide her deflowering as entrainment. Tomorrow our regular festivities will resume and she will join you as a Thrall under me. Begin to see to your pleasures and I will attend to our guest!\"\n\nShe heard the removal of garments, tongues against flesh. She didn't yes feel Gerard. Her bleached blonde hair got in her way. She couldn't adjust without fear of falling because her short 4'10 frame felt unstable on these 8 inch heels.\n\nThen she felt two hands pressed against her hips pulling back she stepped back as the hands suggested by their motion, leaving her more dependent on the support from the pole holding her handcuffs and hands captive. She felt even more vulnerable now. Terrified and aroused. What if she didn't like it? What if she loved it?\n\nHer thoughts were silenced by the sensation of something pressing between her lips. At first she wasn't sure if it was fingers or a tongue or a penis. Part of her didn't care, but the past that did quickly realized that this must be a penis because it kept entering and entering. Once it was fully inserted the motion stopped. The sensation if fullness was still here and she was rapidly learning that it was pleasant and exciting. She let out a breathy sigh.\n\nShe felt a pumping, pushing, thrusting stretching motion in her pussy. She was losing her virginity in front of everyone. It was so fucking exhilarating. Everyone could see her see Gerard pounding away at her pussy. They could hear her breathing increase. She began to moan low and then louder and louder. And then he hit this... This spot in her pussy that just... Gufnughhh...\n\nAnd then she couldn't think, just feel and she felt warmth and pleasure radiating from her pussy through out her entire consciousness. Then she felt cold against her shoulder, which she had been pressed while she was convulsing. She felt the hands on her hips pull her back on to the cock which had just performed her long over due virginity removal procedure. It began thrusting again. She didn't understand, wasn't it over? She had an orgasm, hadn't he? She felt a strange feeling in her. The pressure was building again, but it had been released? Oh, but it was definitely building. And she could swear she could feel the dick inside her swelling. Then she felt a convulsion inside her that wasn't coming from her? And it keep going. And then she realized that oh, he's coming in me. Years of dedication were all coming together in this amazing moment and the pleasure was intense, but this was... Fulfilling on a primal and fundamental level. And she felt his cock withdraw and his cum? Her cum? She felt it running out of her pussy.\n\nShe had done i- There was a pressing sensation against her asshole. Age felt a hand on her hips pulling her towards the source of that pressure. She thought it couldn't be his dick, those are supposed to go limp, right? Her asshole succumbed to the pressure and she felt something insert itself very briefly and then her asshole feel very full. At first she thought she was going to void her bowels, but Gerard told her to just relax and she trusted him. After a few minutes she realized he was right and, it was tight but... Oh, so fascinatingly right. She'd tried a few anal insertions before while masturbating, but she never let it holds for this long. She felt a fullness in her ass and it wasn't raising the pressure in her pussy but it definitely prevented it from subsiding.\n\nShe spent what felt like an eternity, wet, horny and listening to these other women's constant moans of pleasure and grunts of effort. Finally, she felt a tug at the object that was stuck in her asshole, she struggled to relax but finally the tugging sensation became so intense that her alike finally released. Shortly after she felt her asshole seal up, she felt it stretch again with... So so much more. This object was so much longer. Was... Was this his dick? This was a different pressure. More visceral and aggressive. She felt her asshole attempt to squeeze shut, but after a few moments it gave in and relaxed. And Gerard began thrusting and as he thrusted, she felt the pressure in her pussy build faster, but less deeply. She found her voice yelling \"Oh, yes, take my ass.\" This wasn't like with her pussy, this was faster, but shallower. But before long, there was a second, half strength orgasm. She felt the pleasure radiating all over with a nice, comfortable, loving warmth. And in another few moments, she had another slightly more intense orgasm. She heard herself growling? Yeah, growling, but she didn't care. All these other women watching. Hearing her. Hearing her get fucked in the ass. And then Gerard came for her again. She could feel him pulsing inside her asshole and again felt that deep sense of fulfillment.\n\nGerard pulled out of her asshole and she felt it tighten. Over the din of multiple women climaxing she heard the door she had entered through open and shut. Gerard left her here. Full of cum and chained to a pole. And around her all the Thralls had died down. They were all just relaxing absorbing. Were they looking at her? At her freshly, newly fucked pussy and ass? Did they enjoy it? Did they care? Were they jealous? Did they resent her? She was feeling insecure and there was no one that could help because Gerard had left. She was a thousand miles from home, covered in someone else's body fluids... She was about to start crying when someone entered the room.\n\nIt had only been a few moments. He wasn't leaving. She tried looking around and she caught sight of, not Gerard, but his wife. She unlocked the handcuffs, stood her and then attached the handcuffs behind her back and lead her out of the basement, up a flight of stairs and put her in a running shower. This was the first chance she had to get a look at everytging and relax after being fucked and she was in the shower. Gerard's wife undressed, and she was beautiful as always, but silent under Gerard's birthday orders. Gerard's wife slowly washed her body and paid close attention to her pussy and asshole. Once the shower was done Gerard's wife toweled her off, moisturized her, and placed a leather choker around her neck with a chain attached to it.\n\nShe was lead back down stairs and chained to the left side of throne Gerard was seated in. She was uncuffed. She looked around the room at all the Thralls. Basking in their own glory satisfied by each other and excited at the prospect. She locked eyes with all of them. Then she realized they were excited by her. They loved seeing her get fucked. They loved her initiation. They were excited by the possibilities of teaching someone something new again. Lust and passion burned in the eyes of everyone in the room.\n\nEven Gerard's wife who was now seated in the right side of Gerard. She was seated in a place of honor, because Gerard loved her. She wanted to complete her initiation, and become a Thrall. She turned around, to look at Gerard. He had gone to shower. Because she still had one final rite of passage, and his wife was there to share it with her. She understood. She turned around and even though they were a tray tender she thrust her ass back to splay her pussy and asshole for all her new sisters to see. She'd then began caressing Gerard's shaft and brought it to a taught erection. Gerard's wife positioned to mirror her and briefly sucked Gerard's head and then released and she knew it was her turn."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Horny Jail is less of a traditional jail and more of a fenced off prison colony.
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"content": "When the first message came, she ignored it. A simple white envelope with a stamp, and her name in the address line, she figured anyone could have made it. Jessica looked down at her fuzzy-cuffed hands and had to resist laughing aloud. \n\nThe plane rattled with turbulence, prompting her to grasp at one of her armrests. The officer next to her was calm, cool, and collected. His dark sunglasses covered mostly of his face, and his beard did a good job of covering the rest. \n\n“Are we almost there?” She asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper. He flicked his wrist to glance at his watch and nodded without saying a word. It was in that moment that she felt the plane start to slow and descend. \n\n10 minutes later, and the plane was on the ground. The cabin door opened and each officer stood up in unison, ushering along their prisoner. Jessica’s officer grabbed her arm and tugged her into the aisle way. She stumbled, but caught herself as they lined up to exit the plane. \n\nThe sunlight was bright, almost harsh, as they stepped through the open doorway. She attempted to block her eyes with her hands, but the officer pulling her along prevented that. She stumbled forwards, trying hard to see the sights around her. \n\nJessica had never been to traffic court before, let alone arrested, but she had quickly found out that the Horny Police don’t play around. She was processed inside the airport before being sent out to the parking lot under the guise of her officer. She was placed on bus 3 out of 5. When she was put on the bus, her handcuffs chained to her seat, Spot #13, while men and women filed on and were chained into their own positions. When the bus was full, it started rolling forwards. \n\nWhen clear of the airport, a slight woman in a police uniform stood up. Her dark hair was tied back right in a bun, and she wore a serious glower on her face. She cleared her throat and any mumbling that had been occurring quickly ceased. \n\n“Ladies, gentlemen. Welcome to Hedys Island,” her voice was sharp and pointed. It cut through the still, hot air of the bus. “Here, you will each be serving a term for your crimes. Horny Jail, as some call it, is a delegated part of this island. As you will each soon find out, your punishment will match up to the crime you committed.” She smirked as the gates to the Prison opened, and we caught our first sights of what Horny Jail truly represented."
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"content": "The sky was a deep dark blue, to the average eye a deep black, cloudy and dusty on this dirty night in Gotham. Grunts could be heard. Female, both adult. Both in pain.\r \n\r \nHer side was clutched in pain. Her ankles felt like falling off. Her head was pounding, or was it being pounded? She was losing this fight. She looked deeper into the seemingly angry eyes of Harley Quinn. She was getting to her. At last she bolted, her hammer raised above her, screaming like a maniac. Bold move. Bad move, easy to punish.\r \n\r \nBatgirl lept to her side and watched Harley run past before giving her a great big kick in her back, making her collapse to the floor, grunting further in pain. The fight had been going on for at least an hour, Batman never showed, no wonder she didn't have much fight in her.\r \n\r \nBatgirl was worried. *\"Where are you Bruce? What's happened?\"*\r \n\r \nHarley was left panting on the concrete, before her chest started to rise and fall rapidly. She could hear her. She was crying. She knew better than to let this fool her, much better, but her heart couldn't help feeling bad for her, she always felt bad for her victims. In her early days, she would cry with them, but Bruce helped her past that. *\"I still have the scars to prove it.\"*\r \n\r \nShe could still hear his voice in her head whenever she felt pity or remorse. *\"THEY WON'T FEEL IT FOR YOU, ALL YOU'LL DO IS GET SOMEONE KILLED!\"* She needed to keep her head.\r \n\r \n\"C'mon Quinn, are you getting........ up or not?\" The question didn't seem to echo in the air, it was soft yet stubborn, and it was a quiet night.\r \n\r \n\"W-whats the p-point anymore! Y-you'll still win like a-always you big ch-cheater!\" She finally turned to face Batgirl. Her makeup was running.\r \n\r \n\"Y-y-you big MEANIES! All you d-do is ruin our n-nights! MR. J IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!!\" These words finally made her flinch. Her heart broke slightly when he saw the lifeless body of the Joker being removed from ACE Chemicals. But that was for Bruce, her heart shattered when she heard the screams of Harley. She could barely stand, and had to excuse herself to cry in some bushes, where she finally collapsed.\r \n\r \nShe couldn't let her feelings get in the way, not again. \"C'mon Quinn, you know I had nothing to do with that, how about we call it a girls night. Y-you can tell me......... all about it in the Batwing. There's even ice cream if you want it. Now you surrendering or not?\" She clutched her side as she approached, her eyes never flicking away from Harley.\r \n\r \nQuinn's sob's soon turned to soft chuckles as she eyed Batgirl. She even turned her head away to laugh.\r \n\r \n\"What's so funny? Wasn't it your husbands job to laugh at the wrong times?\" She asked coldly, annoyed.\r \n\r \n\"Your uh......... suit is..... well........ doesn't seem to be as r-reliable as the Bats must have said eh!?\" She barely replied before bursting out in laughter, rolling on the floor comically.\r \n\r \nBatgirl didn't understand, but felt a chill in the air. \"Enough Quinn, get up!\" She bellowed before clutching her arm and forcing her to stand. This made her victim laugh more.\r \n\r \n\"What is it?\" She asked, genuinely curious. Rookie mistake, getting personal with someone like her.\r \n\r \n\"N-nothing, it's just your a'lot more jiggly than I've guessed in the past, your suit does you no favors ya'know!\" She clutched Batgirl, struggling to stand with all the laughter.\r \n\r \nThe great Batgirl finally got there, and that chill made much more sense. Her face went red. \"Oh shit!\" She looked down, pushing Harley away. She was found on the floor laughing. Batgirl looked down and saw her suit ripped, and her bra showing. It was nothing special, a simple white bra, same as her underwear, but she was still embarrassed. The one thing Batman hadn't taught her.\r \n\r \nShe had nothing to cover herself up with. \"Would you quit laughing, this isn't funny!\" She laughed ever more harder.\r \n\r \n\"Are you kidding me! This is the funniest thing I've ever seen! And believe me, that's sayin somethin! Awwwww, is poor little Batgirl scared of her boobies......... does Batgirl want mommy!?\" She arched her back in laughter as Batgirl clung her arms over her breasts. But alas, Harley had finally broken one of them.\r \n\r \nShe started shaking, before her knees caved. She started crying softly, trying her best to keep it in and get the job done. But her mind went back to when her pants fell during her grade school play, and she started crying harder.\r \n\r \nAt this Harley did stop laughing. She actually got up and inspected her. She walked around her, eyes focused, looked her up and down, but she's seen this too many times to think she was faking. \"Huh, guess I finally broke one of ya. Would of thought it'd be the new new Robin or whatever. Well guess I'll catch ya later!\" She skipped off, and entered the night. But looked behind her to see............ no one. Batgirl wasn't chasing her. Her heart sank a little, which scared her.\r \n\r \nBatgirl was left shaking with her legs in an M position. Her nose was shimmering, and her tears leaked off her face. She was still covering her breasts. *\"What would Batman say if he were here? I'd be done for sure.\"* But soon enough, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and her instincts failed her. Instead of grabbing it and flinging it, she just held it, sobbing harder.\r \n\r \n\"Heya Battygal. Listen, I'm sor- sorr-......... Listen just stop crying alright!?\" She held out her croptop to Batgirl, who looked her in the eye in surprise. She did a double take from the top and back to Harley, before taking it, and covering herself with it. She stood up, feeling a little better, but even less relaxed.\r \n\r \n\"W-why would you do this? Your not compassionate for anyone but the Joker, you'd just as soon kill me.\" She was still shaking, but soon she felt Harley's arms around her, and funnily enough, her arms were around Harley.\r \n\r \n\"Listen, Mr. J always dealt with the girls, I dealt primarily with the boys okay? I....... I don't like seeing girls cry.\" Now Harley's eyes were glistening.\r \n\r \nBoth of their hearts felt hot and scared, both didn't know what they were feeling, and both hated to be alone. With the Joker gone, and Batman god knows where, they were all they had. Soon they both looked in each others eyes, before looking away and just cuddling again. Batgirl was starting to like Harley a little bit, and that scared her more than anything Batman could've said. And Harley was starting to get a little horny, which scared her because she knew if she tried anything, she'd probably be killed in the process. They both just held each other, their hearts just sharing love and comfort.\r \n\r \nBut soon enough Barbara shoved herself back slightly and kissed Harley passionately, moaning slightly. Harley wanted to jump back, and even shrieked a little bit in her mouth, but soon just melted into the kiss, hugging her even more. But soon enough she broke it.\r \n\r \n\"Listen Batty, whatever happens, can you keep the mask on, I don't care much for who you are, ruins the fun. And besides, this would be a really boring way to find ou-\" But then her lips were connected to Barbara's again, and they both moaned together.\r \n\r \n\r**I shall continue this later! Let me know what you thought!**"
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"content": "Trapped in cursed armor that provided 24/7 \"relief\" the paladin wasn't in any hurry to seek help\n\nThe rogue had heard rumors of a magical device that would turn you invisible for as long as wore it. The catch? The item turns out to be a finely crafted butt plug enchanted to give off pleasurable vibrations.\n\nFinally finished with research into their new spell, the wizard took a step back to marvel at their creation: summon cumstruct."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Magical-Starfaring Science-&-Fantasy Star Empire Ideas.
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"content": "A ship has finally come out of hyperspace with almost all the colonists having survived the journey. Due to unique atmospheric conditions of the target planet, it's going to be much easier to breed in space. Otherwise it's a great planet, but dolphin pilots who control the ship say that the colonists are going to have to start fucking nonstop because there's only two years of low-speed flight until the ship hits atmosphere, after that, any breeding will have to wait until a launchpad is built on the planet, and that could take years, throwing off the carefully set timetable for populating the planet and maybe saving this little portion of humanity. \nFailing that, the nun version: \nNovice intergalactic nuns on their convent-ship the SS Saint Oralita have received an urgent distress call from the nearest human colony. All men and women of breeding age have died of a mysterious plague, leaving only perfectly viable sperm samples. The nuns do have a Vow of Charity, and it would be very charitable, the Space Pope suggests, if they lent their wombs to help this colony out. The kids will be raised by the church, but first, they've got to actually have them. The Space Pope sends along a crate full of turkey basters, a bunch of very interesting looking statues and scandalously shaped humming space candles (fire on a spaceship is a bad idea, so they're...just vibrators, look, I'm running out of battery on my laptop) and a bottle of Chairman Omni's Maximum Lubricant. The nuns decide to make the best of it and all vows of perpetual chastity are suspended indefinitely. Let the space nun sex begin and the blink-squirting commence."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A twist: Red riding hood is a sacrifice, sent by their family to appease the wolf spirit/god that has moved into the power vacuum created by the absence of Red's grandmother.
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"content": "\n\nRed trembled slightly as she stared into the dark of the ruined cottage. How different it had looked when grandmother was alive: the windows bright with candlelight and trimmed with boxes of herbs, the smell of fresh baking and warding incense wafting from the door. Now, only the faint evening sun shone in through soot-stained windows. Furniture was shattered and upended, scorched in places or encrusted with lichens as if it had lain there a decade or more. Shining in the gloom were the long, pale shapes of bones: the skull of an elk, one antler broken; the bones of a hare scattered in a way that suggested a pattern just too vague to make out; others so large and stout they must have been a bear's femurs. The sense of power to this place was the same as it always had been, but the one who shepherded it couldn't have been more different.\n\n\"You bear the scent of the one who lived here before me.\" It said. The two points of light shifted, leaving faint trails like embers before clearing. \"Though not a dry and withered husk like she, but a flower fresh in bloom.\" It blinked. When the eyes opened again, they were closer. Red had been told the spirit took the form of a wolf, but in the dark, she could see nothing but its eyes, blank red slits that stared unwavering. \"Why do they send you here?\" It asked. \"I sense your kin surrounding this place. Their fear is almost as sharp as your own.\" Red was taken aback by that, but she kept it from her voice.\n\n\"The clan respects your might and honors your claim to this place,\" she began, reciting the words she had memorized. Her breath shook slightly. \"And offers you a gift so that you might look kindly upon our use of your territory.\" She clasped her hands behind her back to hide the shaking. The spirit moved forward, crossing the patch of orange light beneath the old window. Its fur was so deep a black that Red could make out little but its outline. It was larger than any wolf she had ever seen, coarse hair bristling on its hackles and red eyes glaring.\n\n\"Then you are brave, little lamb.\" It replied. \"Braver than your kin, who hope your sacrifice will bring them prosperity.\" It paced slowly, walking a circle around Red. It took a deep breath as it neared her, black nostrils flaring. \"Such a slender thing. Do your kin seek to insult me by sending one so small?\" It circled around to her front one more, tail dragging.\n\n\"I elected to come here.\" Red announced, her pride shining through the fear. \"I offer myself willingly.\" The wolf paused in its pacing.\n\n\"You belong to me now, your life is mine to take. Do you wish to die, little lamb?\" It asked. Red shook her head.\n\n\"No,\" she answered truthfully. It was never wise to lie to a spirit, no matter what fate awaited her. \"But for the clan's sake, I will do what I must.\"\n\n\"You wish to live, then?\" The wolf stood, limbs elongating until it was upright like a man, fur bristling over inhuman muscles. It's face was the same, bestial snout. \"Then I accept your clan's gift, and grant you your wish.\" Red felt a rush of relief. The clan's security was all but assured. What the wolf had in store for her now was irrelevant.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she breathed.\n\n\"Kneel.\" The spirit barked, ignoring her. Before Red could even think to obey, her legs dropped out from under her. She fell to the ground, catching herself on her palms. The spirit crouched before her, its body still twisted into a mockery of human form. \"Your flesh would scarcely fill my stomach.\" It growled, fur resolving from shadow to become solid as it continued to circle. Red couldn't stop a gasp as one clawed hand pushed down on the back of her head \"You will sate my appetite more than just this night.\"\n\nIt's other hand squeezed Red's ass, her slender frame dwarfed by the spirits hairy bulk. She didn't have to guess what was coming: the implication was clear. Her body had practically leapt to obey of its own accord: there was no denying its new ownership of her. She only hoped it might be gentle. Reaching one hand back, Red tugged back her skirt, opening herself up for him.\n\n\"That's it, little lamb.\" The spirit rumbled. She could feel its chest on her back at it pressed closer. Her head was forced to the floor of the cottage, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing. \"If you wish to live, you shall live as the beasts do.\" With that, it pushed inside.\n\nIts cock was thick and tapered, it's inhuman nature clear from the shape alone. Red cried out in a moan as it sank deep, filling her pussy with its throbbing bulk until the hair on the wolf's stomach brushed her bare ass. It paused for a moment, savouring its victory before pulling out again.\n\nThe thrusts came fast and rough, overwhelming Red as each pump took her breath away. Her own moans surprised her, that such a rough and primal mating could overcome her reservations so quickly. Her thoughts scattered before the onslaught, gasping for breath as she lay helpless beneath the wolf spirit. \n\nThe pressure on her head dropped away at once as it shifted its grip. The spirit leaned forward, its parted jaws only an inch from the side of her face. Her hips sunk slowly to the floor beneath the pounding, until she lay let prone. Red's breath was as much a pant as the wolf's by the time it reached its peak. Her moans blurred together, eyes sliding closed as an orgasm overtook her. Clawed hands squeezed tightly around her shoulders, then tugged. Red's body was nearly lifted from the ground as the spirit pulled their bodies together.\n\nRed gasped, feeling the hot pump of seed that shot from its canine staft and deep into her pussy. The spirit's breathing was ragged, and it held still as the pumps faded, its seemen pooling inside its new male and dripping down to run over her clit. It released her without ceremony, letting her fall back to the floor with a groan. Its body rustled as it shrunk back down. It lowered its snout to Red's leaking pussy as she lay there, stunned. \n\n\"My scent covers yours now, as it should be.\" It announced. \"Go to your kin and tell them their offer is most welcome,\" It instructed, sitting back on its haunches. \"But return ere my seed dries upon your skin, or we shall see how you fare with my true form."
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"content": "Threesome\n\n\"Oh, come on.\" Alicia said with a scoff as she pressed her cheek next to Gabbie's. \"You're telling me you don't see it?\"\n\nI mean of course I saw the resemblance but what are you supposed to say? Yes? I mean I didn't end up dating my sister's lookalike by mistake. I had been with Gabbie for a year now, and I have grown to love her for who she is. However, I would be lying if I did say that the first date was an attempt to fulfill a fantasy. It didn't quite satisfy since Gabbie has much more submissive quality than Alicia, but Gabbie was hot in her own right.\n\n\"I guess…\" I finally admitted the resemblance. Alicia looked triumphant as I did. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I flew back to my home. My parents' house was so full of family they asked me to stay with my sister at her apartment. That is what led to my sister drunkenly comparing her body to my girlfriend's. \n\n\"I mean we are not identical…\" Alicia said as she groped Gabbie's breasts through her tank top. My girlfriend's face had turned bright red. I could tell this was turning her on and embarrassing her at the same time. \"Her tits are like a cup larger than mine. Are your nipples pierced?\" Alicia grinned as she asked it.\n\nAlicia had been wearing w white tank top and an open flannel shirt. It was painfully obvious that she was both pierced and not wearing a bra. \" I-I don't know…\" Gabbie shot me a questioning look. I shrugged at her. Alicia took her shivering silence for a yes and started to pull my girlfriend's top off and then worked on getting her bra off.\n\n\"Look at those.\" Alicia said as she licked her lips. \"Bet you really treat my little brother right.\" \n\n\"Well, I try…\" Gabbie blushed.\n\n\"Does he suck on your tits?\" Alicia asked as she lightly pinched Gabbie's very sensitive nipples. \n\n\"Yes. A lot.\" \n\n\"I bet he does.\" Alicia shot me a grin as she manhandled my girlfriend. Then she stopped and began ripping off her own clothing. \"I want to compare more closely.\" She stood completely naked next to girlfriend who still had her jeans on. \"Oh, my god we look like twins.\" That wasn't true. They had the same color hair, the same pale complexion, and the same build, but Gabbie had larger breasts and Alicia had a slightly trimmer body.\n\nAlicia turned and placed a hand on Gabbie's shoulder. \"Have you eaten pussy before?\" Alicia asked it in such a calm and off the cuff way that it left us both surprised. Gabbie just looked confused and shook her head in the negative. \"Don't worry you'll catch on.\" She pushed on Gabbie's shoulders guiding her to her knees. Alicia lifted her but onto the back of the couch and led Gabbie's head to her neatly trimmed pussy. My sister tossed her head back and enjoyed the feeling of my girlfriend's tongue.\n\nI didn't really know what to do. Do I pull my dick out and just start jerking or leave them for privacy? Instead Alicia opened her eyes and looked straight at me. \"Wow, I'm surprised you dick isn't already out.\" Alicia said with a laugh. \"I'm gonna bring your chick into my room. I got blackout curtains there. It will be pitch black. Give us a few minutes then come in there and join us. I want to see if you can tell the difference in the dark.\"\n\nGabbie had a surprised look on her face as Alicia hauled her up and pulled her to her room. I pulled off all my clothes and masterbated to the sound of giggles and moans on the other side. I was trying to imagine what was happening when I heard. \"Get in here you big goof and start fucking around.\" Alicia's voice called. \n\nI walked in and felt around. They were in a sixty-nine with one of them on top. One of them was pointed right at me with the other eating them out. My cock was rock hard and brought it forward. I was about to either fuck my girlfriend while my sister lick my balls or my sister while my girlfriend did. Whoever she was, she was dripping wet. My balls drooped across the face of the other. \n\nI grabbed her hips and started driving into her. I heard moans. Then she started to push back. We changed positions. As I pulled back I heard Gabbie call out to me to lay on the bed. I did and waited. One mounted my rod and the other one mounted my face. I was getting close when the one on my face got tired and laid down next to us as the other one kept riding my cock. \n\nSuddenly I had an idea. I lifted my hands to her tits and pinched her nipples. They were pierced. At that moment I realized I was fucking Alicia. The revelation pushed me over the edge and I came inside her as I called her name. She came a moment later cooing \"Oh my baby brother is so big.\" Alicia crawled off of me and had Gabbie eat her out. Round two was a blur. I wasn't sure who I fucked. Then we passed out.\n\nWhen I woke up I was sandwiched between two slender forms. One spooned me while the other one was in prime placement to get fucked by my morning wood. I didn't care who was where, I just slid my cock into the pussy before me.\n\nWhen I heard Alicia behind me telling me to \"Get it baby bro.\" I was a little disappointed it wasn't her. She opened the curtains and I could see who I was fucking. Alicia walked around and started kissing Gabbie. Being able to see it was so much hotter. \n\nAfter I came in her, Gabbie jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Alicia put my cock in her mouth and stared at me as it worked in and out of her mouth. It got hard again quickly. \"Holy shit we slept in, guys.\" Gabbie called as Alicia rode my cock bathed in the morning light. She walked in see us fucking. \"I'm going to shower, but when I'm done one of you fuck machines needs to get in the shower.\"\n\nWe ignored her. I was about to come when Gabbie came in telling us to finish and shower. \"If we both shower it will be faster.\" Alicia said with a smile. I followed her to the shower and we were fucking as Gabbie did her make up and hair in the same bathroom. It was a loud distracting noisy fuck. Once finished we washed and rushed to my parents. \n\nAfter the most awkward Thanksgiving ever we rushed back to Alicia's place. That was a very good Thanksgiving vacation."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: American conservative and liberal values have become so twist and intertwined in a BDSM like incestuous affair, that now slavery is legal but all slaves must be naked 24/7.
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"content": "Katie tried not to stare at the woman in front of her in the grocery store. The woman was tall and lean with long, red hair and a pale body. The only \"imperfection\" was the small tattoo of a circle on her right shoulder marking her as a slave. Located in the center of that circle was a microchip implanted beneath the skin providing identification information. Not that anyone needed to see the tattoo. The fact that the woman was walking around naked save for a steel collar and sandals screamed slave.\r \n\r \nWhen the woman began placing items on the conveyor, she could see that the slave was perhaps in her thirties and took care of herself. It made Katie feel conscious of her short, chubby self. The woman saw her studying her and smiled.\r \n\r \nIt was two decades now since voluntary slavery had become legal. People unable to pay their debts could enter into slavery. The lucky ones were purchased and made to work performing menial tasks while the unfortunate ones were sent to the labor camps or factories. The really lucky ones were acquired by wealthy individuals and treated as trophies.\r \n\r \nKatie's parents were about average on the socioeconomic scale and owned two slaves. It was an open secret that the two slaves were used for more than domestic chores and landscaping by her mom and dad.\r \n\r \nWhile society regarded slaves as something less than a regular citizen, Katie sometimes found herself fantasizing about being a slave to some wealthy businessman who pampered her by day and used her at night. She had even bought a dog collar and wore it sometimes around her room while naked, even going so far as to draw the circle on her shoulder with an ink pen.\r \n\r \n\"That'll be 281.93,\" the man behind the cash register said.\r \n\r \nKatie jumped and brought herself back to the present. Her groceries were bagged and in the cart.\r \n\r \n\"Sorry,\" she said and blushed.\r \n\r \nWith a swipe of the credit card, she paid and hurried from the store. Her Lexus was parked among the other cars, and she loaded her bags into the trunk. Beth, their maid, usually did the shopping, but she was on a trip with Katie's dad at some business meeting. Katie's mom had said that Jack, their gardener and maintenance man, had work to do and could not go. Katie guessed that with everyone out of the house, Jack's work involved her parents' bedroom and her mom.\r \n\r \nAfter returning the cart, Katie walked to the driver's side and noticed a brown, padded envelope on the ground. It was addressed to a Bill Smith and was from the U.S. Department of Labor and Slavery. When her fingers picked it up and felt the contents, her heart raced. Quickly she looked around to see if anyone had noticed her picking it up and then got in her car. Carefully her shaking fingers tore the top and dumped the contents in her lap.\r \n\r \nA stainless steel collar and keys fell out and a card. The card indicated that this was a replacement collar ordered by Mr. Smith for one of his slaves. Her hands shook as she held the cool metal in her hands. The collar, keys, and card were stuffed back in the envelope and shoved under her seat.\r \n\r \nIt took all of her effort to drive safely back home. She carried the groceries in and put them away before returning to the car and sneaking the envelope up to her room. From the hallway, a rhythmic thud, thud, thud came from her parents bedroom along with giggling and moans. Jack was not done with his work yet.\r \n\r \nKatie locked her door and sat on her bed. Shaking, she dumped the collar onto the bed. It was a simple steel collar about an inch tall with a hinge on one side and a small lock on the front. It took three tries to put the key in and open it; her fingers kept dropping the keys. The metal was cold around her neck. It was a bit snug but not uncomfortably so. Her breath caught as it clicked shut.\r \n\r \nShe took her clothes off and stood before the mirror on the back of her door. It was a real slave collar! If Katie went outside, people would see her as a slave!\r \n\r \nHer hand slid down between her legs and stroked her sensitive places as she closed her eyes. In her fantasy, a tall, dark man held her from behind. One hand reaching down to fondle her sex and the other cupping a large breast. He would tie her wrists together and place the rope through a ring in the ceiling so she could not escape his attentions. His hardness would press into her back. When she was wet, he would grip her waist and...\r \n\r \nKatie screamed at the knock on the door.\r \n\r \n\"Katie bug? Are you okay?\" Her mom's voice came through the door.\r \n\r \n\"Jeez mom! You scared me. I'm changing. Hold on.\"\r \n\r \nIt took five tries to get the collar off. She put on her bra and panties before tugging on black leggings and a grey sweatshirt. The collar, keys, and envelope were stuffed under her mattress.\r \n\r \nAmanda was in the kitchen leaning against the counter drinking a glass of orange juice and browsing her phone. She wore that smile Katie recognized as Jack having done a good job.\r \n\r \n\"What do you want for dinner tonight,\" Amanda asked.\r \n\r \n\"I don't care,\" Katie answered and grabbed a Coke from the refrigerator.\r \n\r \n\"Want Chipotle,\" Amanda asked.\r \n\r \n\"Sure.\" Katie bit her lip at an idea that came to her. \"I forgot my razors at the store. Want me to pick the food up? I can run in CVS and get some.\"\r \n\r \nHer mom shrugged. \"If you want to go back out.\"\r \n\r \n\"I don't mind.\"\r \n\r \nAmanda handed her the phone with the Chipotle app open. \"What do you want?\"\r \n\r \nKatie ordered her usual chicken burrito and chips. Her mom added her order.\r \n\r \n\"I scheduled it for 6:00.\"\r \n\r \nThe clock on the microwave said 5:11.\r \n\r \n\"I'll run to CVS and then get the food,\" Katie said with a nervous grin.\r \n\r \n\"Be careful,\" her mom said.\r \n\r \nUpstairs Katie slipped on her socks and shoes. Then she recovered the envelope, collar, and keys along with a Sharpie and stuffed them up her hoodie."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The herbs she'd taken had definitely worked. In fact, she'd been off them for days, and her breasts still seemed to be getting bigger. They were getting more sensitive too, and her labido seemed to be growing along with them...
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"content": "Gertrude was concentrating on the edge of the lipstick pressed against her lips in the mirror with her triple D breasts in her peripheral vision. Her boobs weren't the only thing distracting her from getting ready. The heat of her nether lips was soaking through her jeans, and radiating outward. Such a simple task that she'd done nearly everyday since she was 13 had become problematic because of that damn herb. It was on a lark late one night when she ordered the 'magic herb' that had promised to make her puffy nipple A-cup boobs grow two cup sizes. The order she sent was for a triple amount, and she took triple the dose for a month without any real improvements other than making her boobs sore.\n\nThe thirty-first day she felt them beginning to spill over her oldest, most stretched out, bra. The next two days she went out into the world without a bra, only bandaids over her nipples. When her breasts reached C-cups, She gave up on the braless strategy. Cs became Ds to double Ds and now she was up to a triple D bra. Her breasts weren't the only thing changing. She'd wake up from the horniest dreams with an undeniable desire to orgasm. Getting to sleep was a similar problem in that she couldn't shutdown the desire to orgasm that plagued her until it was quenched, only then could her mind rest.\n\nShe wasn't sure if it were the jiggling breasts or something else that was setting off her libido. Her commute on the train was torture. Her hips wiggled against the hard plastic seats, grinding her clit on the little plastic rise between her legs. Skirts seemed to be her only option to keep the seepage out of the public's eye. Period pads only dampened her ability to self sooth against what she sat on. Yet that was the solution was what she settled on for her date; that and an old tiny remote control vibrator she'd placed between her lips and the pad. The tile lined walls of the bathroom echoed the muted humming as she applied her makeup.\n\nHer fingers seemed picky earlier in the swiping, always choosing no on the app until her libido over ruled her cautious nature and forced her to swipe accept on every picture. The first available, not the first to respond, got the nod. He was going to be outside in ten minutes. She straightened her skirt, slipped on her sexiest high heels, and pranced to answer the door when he knocked. \"Hi, I'm Ted...\" his words were cut off with her smothering mouth. Fabric of his shirt twisted in her fingers as she dragged him inside.\n\nHer arms were inside of his blocking him from undressing anything of hers other than zipper on the back of her skirt. She gave up on removing his knit polo shirt, instead she attacked the button, the hook, and the inner button of his dress pants. The inner button was pulled free, popping with a bit of force against his lower belly. His eyes grew wider as she pulled the zipper apart with a ping followed by a ripping sound. He was barely longer than the width of her hand.\n\n\"It'll have to do,\" she sighed and turned around for him to enter her. He pulled her panties down around her thighs with the vibrator falling to the floor. It let out a shrill consistent cry against the hardwood flooring. She felt the fabric of his boxers against her bare bottom from where she'd pulled his cock through the fly. Her hands were on his hips keeping him deep inside of her as she wiggled them around, swapping positions with her against the door to push off of. Her hips pushed back hard enough to send him backwards, and freeing his cock. \"Fuck's sake, Fuck me,\" she cried out, \"Please!\"\n\nHe was ginger in reseating himself against her entrance. His hands instinctively grabbed her hips to keep from falling backwards after her ass violently shoved into him. It took a beat or three before he caught on to her rhythm creating reverberating wet flesh slapping sounds in the hallway. He froze her hips against himself just as he climaxed only the grinding against her continued with her needy movements. His hands pushed against her hips when it was clear to him that she wasn't done, yet he was less than rigid. He left holding his pants together with one hand while waving to the guy on the stoop about to knock.\n\nGertrude stepped out of her panties and wiggled a come her finger at the next guy. She finished unzipping her low riding skirt, stepping out of it, letting him see her athletic ass disappear when she turned into her bedroom. He didn't see her finger gather the drizzle of cum off the bottom of her slit. He only saw her finger coming out of her mouth with a pop. One of her hand's fingers held her lips open while her other teased her engorged clit. He penguin walked with his pants around his ankles to the bed, and crawled up between her outstretched legs. The vibrator on the hallway floor kept on going.\n\nHer legs wrapped around his hips so her ankles could pull him into her harder. Things got awkward when he started reaching back down towards his feet with her pulling at his arms.\n\n\"What,\" she whispered with a hoarse voice.\n\n\"condom,\" he said.\n\n\"Cum inside me. Ride me bareback stud.\"\n\n\"Seriously,\" he asked staring into her squinting eyes. He started to crawl down and off of her. Her hips thrust up and over which flipped her body up on top of him.\n\n\"I want this,\" she said grinding her hips in a circular motion leveraging his cock against and around her inner walls. \"Cum,\" she gasped, \"inside,\" and signed out, \"me\". His hands guided her hips into rocking laterally over his cock.\n\n\"Then,\" he breathed, \"stop trying to break my dick.\" He moaned as she relented. \n\n\"Come on stud, cum inside me. \" She said, \"you want to. You need to.\" She leaned down and kissed him. She whispered in his ear, \"please.\" She felt his first pulse, and her hands pushed off is chest putting her into a sitting position so she could grind her clit against his pubes. \"Mmmmm, nice.\"\n\n\"I'm,...\"\n\nShe cut him off, \"Don't care.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Nude Contest
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"content": "“I can’t believe I let you drag me to this kinkcon, Chloe,” I said. Chloe, who was in line in front of me, held up her lanyard to the security guard at the gate. He took a quick glance at her pass before waving her through. It was Friday morning, opening day and the convention was packed. The guards were letting people through a quickly as they could. My turn. I stepped forward and held up my lanyard. He did a quick check to make sure I had the same pass before waving me through.\n\r\n“I can’t believe you actually came this time,” Chloe said. We headed over to the convention center’s main entrance. “Out of all the times I’ve invited you, you’ve always had an excuse not to come.”\n\r\n“Well do you blame me?” I asked. “Look at how I’m dressed.” \n\nI was so embarrassed. It was an outfit that I wouldn’t have picked out for myself, not in a million years. Especially as skimpy as it was. A black bone-in leather corset with red stripping was tied tightly around my waist shrinking my already narrow waist and pushing my boobs up and out, barely containing them at all. I felt like at any moment one if the girls was going to pop out and give the world an eye full. I had on a pair of Chloe’s black leather thigh high boots and a pair of low cut black leather cheeky panties that showed off more of my ass the it covered. And the was it. That was all I was wearing. Well and some makeup. Bright red lipstick to match the red in my corset and dark smoky eye shadowing highlight my blue eyes. My bright wavy red hair curled down over my shoulders.\n\r\n“Well Alice, I think you look hot as hell!” Chloe said. She at least had more clothing on that I did. She was wearing a black lacey vest, that zipped up around her waist stopping just bellow her tits, a built in lacey bra pulled her tits together and the back of which draped down to around her ankles like the back half of a gown. I was truly envious of her might cleavage, it was much more substantial that mine. She also had on a pair of black leather panties and black leather thigh high boots. At least her ass was covered. Her long black hair was tied tight in a pony tail high in the back of her head and flowed halfway down her back. She looked the part, like she fit in here at the kink convention. Me I was feeling down right out of place. I was sure a hundred eyes were on me, staring at me as if they knew I didn’t belong.\n\r\n“Yeah, well you can be quite convincing when you want to,” I said.\n\r\n“I wore you down,” Chloe laughed.\n\r\n“Yeah, that too.”\n\r\n“I don’t belong here,” I whined.\n\r\n“Yes you do!”\n\r\n“I said I didn’t want to go!”\n\r\n“That’s not what you said last night when I was eating you out! You said and I quote, ‘Oh god, I’m coming!’”\n\r\n“Chloe,” I cried turning bright red! “I can’t believe you said that!”\n\r\n“What? It’s not if anyone cares. Look,” Chloe said. She twirled around, her gown briefly flaring up around her as pointed at the people around us. I looked around, truly looked around at the people also enjoying the convention. Most of attendees were dressed or undressed like us. There were a myriad of leather and skin, butt checks hang out, boobs on display, women wearing see-through tops or fishnet tops with just tape covering the nipple, men with assless chaps, wearing leather boots or five inch heels. “Those people, over there are talking about spanking each other. And that man hold the leash of his wife who’s kneeling next to him, is tell the other guy how he gave his wife’s mouth a friend to use how ever he pleased. Nobody cares about two girl getting it on.”\n\r\n“Fine. Whatever,” I pouted. “So where’s this competition you been going on and on about?”\n\r\n“This way,” Chloe squealed. Her little school girl squeal seemed out of place for the attitude of outfit she had on. She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me across the convention floor, squeezing paced half dresses men and women, passed booths of sex toys and bdsm gear. My head was a whirlwind of sights and sounds and naked flesh.\r\nI stop short, my hand slipping from Chloe’s, as we came to a booth full of half dressed young women. Well girls really; not that me being in my late twenties meant I was old. And while you think I meant they were all topless, you’d be wrong. All the girls had tops on that pretty much covered up everything from their stomach to their neck. Their tops were all skin tight but they all covered ever inch of their torsos. No, I mean when I said half naked, I meant the bottom half. Not a single women there had a pair of pants, not a skirt, not even a pair of panties on. They did have shoes on or boots of some kind, but all of their cunnies were on full display. Their smooth glistening lips bared for all to see. Though none of them were completely shaven bare. Each girl had her bush shaved in a different manner. From the classic landing strip to stripes, to diagonal lines to even one girl who had a heart. Each girl working the booth had clean cut shaven bush.\n\r\n“What’s up?” Chloe asked as she half turned towards me.\n\r\nBefore I could answer one of the girls bounded over to us and in a sweet but high pitch voice ask, “Hey, are you guys here for the competition?”\n\r\n“We are!” Chloe exclaimed.\n\r\n“Oh, cool!” the girl said, babbling on and on. I couldn’t take me eyes off her crotch. The small patch of neatly trimmed hair in three diagonal striped lines over her smooth shave puffy pink lips with just a tiny hit of her labia peaking through her slit. My brain couldn’t process what was going on, couldn’t understand why everyone was walking around like it was no big deal that their pussy were on display. To have such courage! There was no way I could be so brave. \n\r\n“Alice. Alice!” Chloe yelled.\n\r\n“What!” I yelled back. My brain finally processing the fact that someone was talking to me. \n\r\n“Anna, here want to know if your ready?” Chloe said.\n\r\n“Huh, ready for what?” I asked.\n\r\n“Weren’t you paying attention?” \n\r\n“Uh. Nooooo.” I admitted.\n\r\n“I explained it last night.”\n\r\n“Well you had your head buried in my pussy at the time, and I’m now a bit detracted by a bunch of naked pussies, so god help me if I don’t know what’s going on,” I said.\n\r\nMy hand flew to my mouth as I realized what I had said. And by the giggles of the girls around us it was very obvious that I wasn’t very quiet nor very discreet. There was no way I could have turned any redder. It had only just start, but the way this adventure was going, I was going to be permanent shade of red. I took a deep breath to calm myself and made the determination that I was just going to have to suffer my embarrassment knowing that everyone around us knew what we had been doing. \n\r\n“Well don’t worry. Just know there is a thousand dollar gift card for the con for the winner,” Chloe said.\n\r\n“Holy shit,” I cried.\n\r\n“Yeah, it’s no big deal. The contest is easy. You just have to show your…” Chloe mumbled the rest under her breath so that I couldn’t understand her. She then bent over and before I could process what she was doing, hooked her thumbs inside the waist of her panties and pulled them down. My jaw dropped along with her panties. She then stepped out of them, bent over as if she wasn’t just flashing her pussy and ass at the convention behind her, picked up her black panties and then handed then to the girl.\n\r\n“Oh, cool.” Anna said. “I really like your muff.” \n\r\n“Oh thanks,” Chloe said. She thrust her hips forward proudly showing off her styled hair, as if it was everyday she showed her pussy out in public to a complete stranger. “I shaved it myself. I really like how the arrow pointing down really shows off my clit ring.”\n\r\n“Oh yeah. So glam. I really like how you dyed your hair match to match the red gem in the ring.” \n\r\nChloe turned to me with a giant grin across her face and said, “I said, you have to show off your pussy.”\n\r\nYup I was going to be a permanent shade of red by the time this convention ended. No way could I do this. I really tried to ignore the tiny flutter in my pussy telling me otherwise. It was really just the sight of my friends pussy not to mention the half dozen girls showing off their pussy surrounding me that was the actual reason my pussy was quivering. There was no way it was the thought of exposing myself to strangers.\n\r\n“Well actually, the contest is to show off your landing path,” Anna said. “Barring your pussy is just an added benefit for the rest of us.”\n\r\n“Is that why you spent an hour between my legs, shaving and stylizing my snatch?” I asked Chloe.\n\r\n“Yeah! But you enjoyed the aftermath of my having to stare at your pussy for an hour. Do you know how much self control I had to maintain to finish?”\n\r\n“Oh god,” I blushed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's so cute and petite, and she gets embarassed in the most adorable way when you tease her giant throbbing cock
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"content": "\nIn her loose tank top and pink panties, Millie was dressed perfectly to be teased by her boyfriend. Luckily when she down between his legs, he got the same idea. She was perfectly relaxed as he gently rubbed her body and her perky breasts. But she knew inevitably his hand would journey lower and slide down into her panties. And sure enough, he did. \n\nHis finger barley brushed the tip of Millies cock but that was enough for the twenty something to blush. Her boyfriend and moved his hand back up towards her stomach. To his surprise, she stopped him. \n\n“Everything alright?”\n\nShe stood up without saying a word and stripped her panties off and sat back down. She looked up at him with rosy red cheeks and eager eyes. She took his hand and gently guided it to her cock. The contact made her whole face blush and her body heat soar. \n\n“Make me squirm baby…”\n\nHer boyfriend smiled and gently and slowly began running his fingers up and down her throbbing shaft. She instantly began squirming as her body heated up. She looked back at him again and told him to keep going until she said so. \n\n“I kind of like this Dom side of you Millie.”\n\n“That doesn’t help my embarrassment.”\n\n“Why are you embarrassed anyway? I love you, and you have a nice, long, beautiful cock that’s so much fun to play with.”\n\n“Because it’s just something I’m inSECURE ABOUT.”\n\nShe covers her mouth as her boyfriend laughs. \n\n“At least warn me next time…”\n\n“Sorry, sorry.”\n\nShe smiles a little as his hand continues to gently stroke her cock. \n\n“Hey babe..um…can you…um”\n\n“Hm?”\n\n“…um just keep doing what your doing.”\n\nHer boyfriend chuckles a little and kisses her cheek."
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