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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jamie had no idea she would be this needy after having her first kid. She wasn’t just needing sex once a day anymore, but three, four, five times before noon. Insatiable was an understatement.
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"content": "About 4 or 5 months after Jamie had her first kid, she started getting extremely horny. And this was a problem. She was officially a single mom. She'd been fucking around with this rich guy, but his mom had gotten a private investigator to check her out and she managed to find out about Jamie's extensive ho phase. She had pictures. Jamie was more than willing to offer up her otherwise unfucked ass to the guy to keep things going. But the problem wasn't him. Her mom was a big \"S\" society type. If her boyfriend didn't drop her, he was disowned.\n\nBut before he broke up with her, he put a baby in her. He still had to break up with her, but mom, huge pro-life type insisted that she keep the baby in exchange for a rather large monthly stipend and move to some suburb half way across the country and raise the kid. I mean, not terrible. But she didn't know anyone here and the fucking toys weren't doing the trick right now. She would ram one after the other up her greedy pussy and and she'd cum, but that didn't mean shit in terms of satisfaction. She had a three hour window between feedings and one day she spent the entire time frame masturbating. She did that thing where he orgasms were in Milford she lost track up. She started horny.\n\nJamie needed dick or pussy. She needed a playmate. They needed to be right there, because she didn't want to have to deal with scheduling issues with feeding changing and burping her daughter because she was driving from dick to dick. She looked outside her window. No pool guy, he wasn't sure until one or two. After about 10 AM, the apartment building was empty. It was 10:30 AM and get daughter wouldn't be up until 1 PM. Pizza places didn't open until 11.\n\nShe idly pawed at her clit through her yoga pants while she tried to come up with a solution. She was getting a lot of pleasure with each pat, but not so much that it was distracting. She couldn't come up with anything, so at 11 sharp she ordered a pizza, intending to pull the oldest truck in the book. Within a half an hour she answered the door have the young, scruffy dude a peak at her pussy and offered him a tip. He obliged, and she brought him in and sucked him hard, then pulled down her yoga pants around her knees. All her pre-gaming had left her soaking and ready. She rested her knees on the couch and arched her back so that this pizza guy could have done easy access. He slid in and add he did she had her first thundering orgasm. It had been months and she'd been pre-gaming herself for almost two hours. The pizza guy didn't last long. Maybe ten minutes in his breathing switched up and became shallow and rapid. She was on an IUD, but considering pulling him out and finishing off with a suck job anyway just because, but before she could make up her mind she felt his head and shaft expand and contract inside her and she knew he was over. The sensation of a load being emptied into her knocked her into a second orgasm. This one was more satisfying than the first and she hoped it would stick. \n\nThe pizza guy zipped up and left. Jamie enjoyed a couple slices of pizza, then cleaned up. By that point in time, she was horny again. It was like, noon? She had an hour before her daughter would wake up, and she needed to deal with this at least a little further before that. She left the apartment and walked to the mail box to see if someone could put something in her mailbox. She knew if she was thinking of terrible jokes like that, she was deeply in need.\n\nShe walked down the hill and around the corner to the mailbox and didn't see the mail man. Her curly blonde hair was getting in her face because of the wind and the closer it got to time to feed her daughter, the more full her breasts got. She wasn't wearing a bra and so they were free to knock into each other with every step. She had lost a significant amount, but certainly not all of her pregnancy weight, and get already almost disproportionately large tits had grown to a size of excess. She looked around for the mail man or a guy delivering packages, but didn't see anyone. She heard the sound of a car engine turning over but failing to start.\n\nJamie followed the sound until she saw an old 70's or 80's Oldsmobile, and an older gentleman inside it. Old guys were definitely not her cup of tea and this car was beige, and she hated beige cars, but beggars can't be choosers. As she was approaching she said, \"hey can you help me?\" \n\nThe older gentleman raised his eyebrows at her and she started, \"hi, I'm uhh, I'm a new single mom and I... I need sex really bad. Like... Really bad. Please, can you just fuck me in the back seat of your car? There's nobody else around and I just really, really need this before my daughter wakes up.\"\n\nThe older gentleman stood up, got in the back seat, unbuckled his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. Jamie watched as he began tugging at his dick and after a minute or two she was witnessing one of the biggest dicks she'd ever seen. Jamie was no size queen, but this was going to be a welcome relief. She stood behind the open car door peeled off her yoga pants, pulling the legs off over her sneakers. She quickly entered the car and pressed her pussy lips against the head of his cock. For a brief minute Jamie wished she'd shaved her pussy before deciding to have a fuckathon because her month's long pubic growth made it take a few seconds longer to part her labia, but once she did, the excessive wetness she was experiencing made it easy to slide down this massive dick she'd found. Jamie began riding slowly so as not to press the head of his cock right into her cervix. As she continued riding her pussy moved to accommodate this man's massive dick. She was worried she felt too full, she quickly speed fucked this man until she was cumming. She knew better than to stop and she rode through her orgasm to another and then another. Furiously riding away in this man's dick hard dick, the frequency of orgasm's continued until she found herself in one continuous loop of cumming until this older gentleman found himself consumed by the rupture from the head of his dick. Jamie was so out of sorts from her own cum she barely noticed that he had cum, but soon after his dick went flaccid and Jamie got out of the car and quickly put her pants back on.\n\nShe said \"thank you so much,\" and wandered back to her apartment. Jamie took the last half hour before her daughter woke up to clean up, shave her pussy, and put on her swim suit. Her daughter woke up and Jamie changed and feed her then changed her again. She looked longingly outside towards the pool but still didn't see the pool guy. She was kinda glad he was late. Her daughter was staying up longer and longer and needed a little more playtime and interaction. Jamie loved her daughter and definitely wanted to balance her time between being a cock hungry neighborhood slut and providing for the child she'd brought into the world.\n\nAll the same about 3 hours later the baby found herself drifting to sleep and Jamie was back to thinking about sex. The pool guy plan was clearly falling through as it was 4:30 and he still wasn't here. Maybe it wasn't his day? She could have sworn it was, but this level of need was clearly affecting her. I'm an hour, people would start coming home from work and that's where she was worried. Fucking an old guy in a parking lot in the middle of the day was a little risky, but not nearly as risky as the only local option she has right now, which was going door to door. Queuing in a bunch of straight girlfriends and wives that some dick starved bitch was in the complex would not be a good way to sustain want sort of long term solution to her problem.\n\n."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your mind wanders so much while studying that you can't help but masturbate. It's gotten so problematic that any academic pursuits have become... challenging.
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"content": "I was halfway through the page when it happened: I realized I wasn't reading. My eyes were rolling across the page, sure, but I hadn't picked up a single thing. I groaned. *This* was why it took me half an hour to read ten pages. It wasn't always like this, I swear!\n\nWhen I made it into this PhD program to focus on the game theory questions I'd grown to love over my academic career, I was an absolute rising star. Conferences adored me. I came up with new and exciting ways to talk about these complex topics - how many people could run an interesting Twitch stream that included regular discussion of high-level academic topics? Sure, I rarely had more than fifty people in at a time, but considering maybe fifty people in the *country* discussed these topics with any confidence, that's a win! My record was around 120.\n\nYet, here I was, part-way through year two, stuck on the most dull pages imaginable. Well, that wasn't fair - they weren't dull, but my brain had found something *much* better. When I looked to the back-right corner of my desk, to the neon pink suction cup dildo, I was reminded of the fact. That was *much* more interesting. My tongue laps at my lips. What was the harm in a quick go? My hand slipped to my groin, which was already sopping wet.\n\nOh, right - the harm was that I'd masturbated about *twenty minutes ago.*\n\nThat never used to be a *thing* for me. Sure, I'd masturbated a good few times, and sure, I'd had sex, but this was unreal. I was averaging six times *daily.* Who does that? I'd taken a week or two off of class - they'd all have endless questions now, I'm sure. What was I sick with? Did I have a doctor's permission? How's your thesis going, has it suffered? Ugh, I've barely touched that.\n\nMaybe I'm just lonely. The pandemic has been hard. I've gained a bit of weight - I have a slight pooch on my belly, but that's just being \"thick\" now. Right? Plus, my breasts, ass, and thighs took most of it. On the bright side, I wear a lot of black and look pale as a ghost - I'm absolute goth material, now! Yet, none of my peers wanted to ask me out. Did I intimidate them? Was I too high-level? I'm pretty hot, and my mind's about as brilliant as they come - people like that, right? People like to take that kind of girl and bend her over the desk--\n\nI was a few minutes down this track when I realized that my hand was in my leggings again. *Fuck.* Well, may as well get off, now.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI knew it was bad when it started to affect my streams. Streams were how I processed my learning. I could repeat the information in terms that matched with my thoughts best. Yet, here I was, dropping more \"uhms\" and \"ahs\" than ever before. My hips ground against my chair. It had been an hour of streaming and my pussy was *electric.* Questions kept pouring in - most of them \"Intro to Game Theory\" type questions, but I didn't mind. Though, there was one new from someone I'd not seen before.\n\nderk104: *lmao gonna be cutting some diamonds on stream tonight Kay?*\n\nI squinted at the comment. \"What the...\" Then, I looked to my image. There, clear as day in my t-shirt, were two of the stiffest nipples I'd ever seen. They were full and thick - they looked like thimbles under my shirt! I gasped and shut the stream without a word. My heart raced, blood pounding. *Everyone* had seen that. I was sure.\n\nWhy did that make me feel so *hot?*\n\nI stuck the dildo to the wall of my shower - I was surprised there wasn't a permanent mark there by now. I lost track of how long I spent on it. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt was two days later, preparing for a minor \"quiz,\" that things escalated. I'd been on stream for half an hour, and my brain felt like it was trapped in a sauna. I could barely focus - I needed a different sort of attention. There were no leggings to soak this time, just a pair of black panties that I'd taken to idly rubbing while talking on stream. It helped me focus, believe it or not. It was when I was shutting the stream that I saw the same guy with similar comments.\n\nderk104: *switching to mfc or chtrb8?*\n\nWhile most of the chat seemed to jump to my defense - casual misogyny was nothing too unusual, and I had a great set of fans - one or two took a similar tack.\n\nKribbyhops: *Wait, really? What's the link?*\n\nderk104: *lmao she can't share it on twch* \n\nderk104: *shed get b&*\n\nRebblePebble: *well, someone better post dat shit somewhere*\n\nOnce again, I felt my blood run hot. I stammered a few words and ended the stream. Back to the shower for me - or, I would've. I couldn't even make it there. Moments later, I was on my bed with a pillow between my thighs, humping with all my might. It had been maybe two minutes before I yelped and came as hard as I could remember. After a shower and a shameful removal of a pillowcase (and tossing of the pillow to a far corner), I slept.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI didn't make that quiz - too busy. Too busy ignoring my reading. Too busy getting off. Too busy making a MyFreeCams account. I wasn't sure what to do with it, but *wow,* it made me horny to think about. I'd just sit on that, for now. Sit on that like I started sitting on my bullet vibe.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI'd been out of class for nearly a month when I got the email: In honor of my quality and the respect due to mental health issues, they were issuing me a temporary sabbatical. I knew it was either that or academic probation, though they didn't say it. I barely gave it a second thought - I was up to hourly sessions, and it took me the better part of that hour to get off. By myself, it was hard to focus on it. I started losing interest in getting off while also forcing it. I needed *something.*\n\nI started a stream - on MFC. I wore my black lace lingerie and some red lipstick. I felt awkward. Terrible. I bought that lingerie for an ex - it wasn't sized for me, now. It dug at my skin. I looked *fat.* It was awful. Then, a comment.\n\ndk104: *this is the good shit*\n\nSurprise. My eyes went a touch wide, and I smiled faintly. I was straddling on my bed. \"Yeah? There's plenty more to come, baby,\" I said, giving a gentle sway to my hips. I held that pink dildo in my right hand, dragging it gently along my skin. Another comment. My viewers were up to thirty. I bit my lip.\n\nLaying on my back with my legs spread, it was hard not to blush. I teased at my thighs with the dildo. When I squinted, I could read it: sixty viewers. I was beating my average on my *first stream.*\n\nThe fingers of my left hand slid the panties aside, and I teased at my lips. Gentle moans - wanting moans. I pushed the toy in, carefully, and gave a shaky little gasp. Minutes past as I rolled it in and out of myself. Another glance.\n\n150 viewers - my record was destroyed.\n\nI came - as hard as I could ever remember. I spasmed and felt a blissful fog roll over me, the toy lodged within me thanks to the forceful push of my thighs. *I could get used to this.*\n\n>!Short one, but wanted to get something written and enjoyed this prompt!!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] A lady pirate battling against the Captain in a duel.
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"content": "First, welcome aboard. Second I have everyone's favorite: grammar suggestions! -dodges various thrown objects- \n\n>swinging his sword towards the girl, barely managing to dodge his attacks.\n\nYou need a new subject for the last phrase. As it reads now, it says that the captain is dodging, not the girl. I suggest simply saying \"who barely manages to dodge his attacks.\"\n\n>\"Very good! Hahaha!\" Laughs Captain Orca. \"Excellent footwork!\" He mocks before lunging forward aggressively.\n\nIt may just be me, but this seems cluttered. I would suggest \"\"Very good! Hahaha!\" Mocks Captain Orca. \"Excellent footwork!\" He lunges forward agressively.\" A second speaking verb clutters this paragraph, esoecially since this is part of an action scene.\n\n>The captain pushes her back, stumbling as she tries to regain her balance\n\nSimilar to the first issue, stumbling needs a new subject otherwise it is saying the captain is the one who stumbles. Try \"The captain pushes her back. Stumbling, she tries to regain her balance.\" Almost exactly the same but notice the flow.\n\n>This wasn't what she expected. She never expected the man to be quick and agile due to his disability but still, he moves as if the wooden leg is his actual leg.\n\nPardon the pun, but this bit feels a bit stiff and wooden to me. While a missing limb is a disability, referring to it as such here doesn't feel right. You should also strike the second use of \"expected\" as it gets too repetitive. Here are a couple suggestions: \n\n\"This isn't what she expected. He is surprisingly quick and agile on that wooden leg of his. It was [or He moves] as though he never lost the real one.\"\n\n\"She doesn't expect him to be so quick and agile on his wooden leg, but he moves as if he still had his real one.\"\n\nAnd as one last bit of advice, keep the tense of your main verbs consistant. Since you primarily write in present tense, keep in mind that if the verb is happening in the scene, like with \"moves\" in the above example, use present tense. In cases where the verb is referring to an action that happened before the scene, like with \"lost\", use the past tense. \n\nLong story short: keep at it! When writing, especially action scenes less can be more and you may find that simple grammar or word changes can do a lot."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your new girlfriend warned you (many times) that she was exceptionally kinky. You thought she was mostly kidding… until you got back to her apartment for the first time and saw… *that*.
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"content": "The figure moved at the sound of footsteps. \n\nThe steps creaked as Avery flicked on a dim basement light. Metal chains jingled, echoing throughout the otherwise nondescript concrete basement. \n\nRiley's eyes widened as the featureless thing came into view. It was covered head to toe in latex and leather and bondage gear. The black latex hood expanded a touch as it breathed, the metal collar was thick and shiny, from it dangled a chain that was secured to an eyelet drilled into the cement wall. A panel was snapped over the mouth portion of the hood.\n\n\"Do you believe me now?\"\n\nThe words swirled around the cellar, but didn't totally take hold of Riley's attention - for obvious reasons.\n\nThe black latex was taught, forming a second skin on the figure before Riley. An underbust corset cinched the waist tight under the breast (or breast forms?) that were buxom and shiny and clearly meant to be on display, hugged by the latex.\n\nThe feminine figure given by the corset and breasts was juxtaposed with the metal chastity cage that locked away the cock of Avery's thing. It was the only bit of skin to be seen. Swollen balls and a throbbing, dripping denied cock bursting at the bars. How long had Avery kept this up? She greeted the figure before her.\n\n\"Good evening, sweetie! How has you day been?\"\n\nPadded mitts sealed the hands and fingers away behind more locks and buckles. Riley watched intently as the useless limbs fiddled aimlessly with the collar and chastity cage. The rest of the latex suit disappeared into knee high ballet boots. \n\n\"I brought a guest home tonight. Can you show our guest your pretty little buttplug?\"\n\na guest?\n\nAvery's boyfriend? presented properly on all fours and showed the jeweled plug stuffed into it's hole. Avery gave the ass a swat, and promptly zipped the plug and cage away underneath layers of latex.\n\nShe positioned the basement dwellar in a kneeling position and secured those mitted useless hands behind it's back in more bondage. Her fingers worked the snaps over the mouth portion of the hood, popping it free with her left hand as her right hand removed not one but two pairs of balled up, soaked panties. The thing breathed deep. \n\nHer hands went to work on Riley's belt and waistband of his jeans, as the thing before them cocked it's head forward and opened it's mouth.\n\n\"So, do you want a blowjob?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You boss promised the entire team blowjobs for an amazing Q4. When a last minute cancellation threw a wrench in her plans, she decided to resolve the matter personally
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"content": "We were so damned close. Ms. Dawson had gotten drunk at the company summer picnic. It wasn't usual for our boss but we had been knocking it out of the park all year long. The first half of the year had exceeded our goals and we were on track to make Q3 without a problem. Now Q4 was basically the only thing standing in the way of a perfect year.\n\nCelebrating a bit too hard Clarissa Dawson our Division Manager had gotten up to the mic nearly black out wasted. We'd all had a good laugh when she had promised everyone a blowjob if we beat the Q4 goals. Clarissa was the kind of girl most of the guys would have killed to have sucking their dicks but none of us took her seriously. She was drunk! Who would? Of course when the memo came through the office next Monday we were all shocked.\n\n\"If Q4 exceeds company goals all promised incentives will be honored. - Clarissa Dawson, Sales Division Manager.\"\n\nI'd never heard the phones ringing like that. We were all busting our asses. Honestly I think most of us just wanted to see if she was serious. Every single man in that office, and the few women, seemed motivated to make the goal. And rolling into December it looked like we were right on track. Until the worst happened.\n\n\"Come in,\" Clarissa called out to me when I rapped on her door. My boss's dark hair was done up in a loose bun and her silver-rimmed glasses slid down a little as she looked up at me. As she indicated for me to sit I took the chair and dropped the folder on her desk.\n\n\"The ice bitch is pulling out,\" Clarissa's face contorted as I used her less than favorite nickname for one of our clients. Mrs. Marnet Lockheed was a stone cold bitch in the business world. One of our regular clients she was known to pull out and wheel and deal to get the best prices from anyone she dealt with. She was a brutal businesswoman and I usually respected that.\n\n\"Why?\" Clarissa looked at me and I sighed, meeting her hazel eyes briefly before rubbing the bridge of my nose. I shrugged causing my suit jacket to shift with the motion.\n\n\"Better price from someone else?\" I offered but I knew it wasn't true. I'd cut the price to near minimum. If Lockheed took the deal we'd exceed our goals but just barely. \"Or maybe a slump in her business? Maybe she and the hubby want to spend the money on a fancy Christmas getaway? I really can't figure it out.\"\n\n\"Her business is up, your price is almost a steal,\" Clarissa studied the numbers a frown on her pretty pink lips. It was hard not to focus on them given what was at stake. \"And she hates her husband, I think for her last anniversary she made sure she was stuck in Tokyo on business rather than spending it with that miserable old bastard.\"\n\nI had to chuckle. Mr. Lockheed probably thought he was getting a trophy wife when he married Marnet. She was young, blonde, and curvy in all the right places. She was also a vicious cunning bitch who would rip your balls off and sell them back to you just for the profit. She'd pushed old Bill out of his company within a year, and doubled the stockholder's profits to boot \n\n\"Set up a meeting for the three of us,\" Clarissa announced, and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. It had been a long time since Clarissa had taken a personal touch with an account. \"We're too close to give up so easily.\"\n\nBriefly I wondered if Clarissa even remembers her promise or was she just chasing the perfect year. Maybe her bosses had promised a fat bonus. Regardless of the reason I nodded. A good year would make me look good and losing this sale at the last minute and ruining it, well that would be bad.\n\n\"Sure thing boss lady,\" I said, standing and giving a mock salute. \"Tuesday afternoon work for you?\"\n\n\"Whenever,\" Clarissa was already waving at me dismissively, once again lost in the mountain of paperwork on her desk. I shrugged and headed for my office to make the arrangements.\n\nWhen Tuesday rolled around I greeted Marnet Lockheed in the lobby. I was dressed to kill, and if I had been out on the town after work I would have been fighting the ladies off. I wasn't a bad looking guy, and a killer suit combined with proper grooming made me look even better. Mrs. Lockheed however, barely seemed to register my presence. I greeted her and she made a disapproving huff before heading for the elevator. I followed already dreading the meeting. We rode up in silence and I was all too glad to find Clarissa waiting for us.\n\nEntering one of the conference rooms I played host for the two powerful women. Pouring coffee, getting napkins, passing out the folders, and basically trying not to get in the way. I had already done everything I could to make this deal work. I knew this was between the two women now.\n\n\"Cut the shit Marnet,\" Clarissa shocked me as she broke the silence. \"Why the fuck are you backing out of the deal?\"\n\n\"Well I got a...\" Lockheed began but Clarissa smirked and shook her head.\n\n\"Don't insult my intelligence,\" My boss glanced at the blonde. Both women were dressed in women's business suits. Blouses that showed little to none of their ample breasts, though Marnet's played on the blonde stereotype a bit more and showed some in a way that was sure to get some men to underestimate her. \"Let's get to the point. Our deal is better than you're likely to get from anyone. Hell, we haven't offered you these good of prices in the last five years! You should be over the moon that we offered you this. So why the hell are you backing out?\"\n\n\"Honestly?\" Marnet Lockheed glanced from Clarissa to myself then smirked. \"Because you all want it too much.\"\n\nI blinked. Had my eagerness to exceed the goals really been my own undoing? If I had played it off like any other deal would Marnet have signed and not given it a second thought?\n\n\"What does that matter?\" Clarissa interrupted my self doubt with her words. \"The deal is good. What will it take for you to sign it?\"\n\n\"I want to know why,\" Marnet grinned heavily and leaned forward staring at Clarissa. \"Why he wanted it so badly, and why you do too. And I want the truth.\"\n\nThat was a bit of a shock to me. I hadn't given it much thought hut it was true. Clarissa was more invested than usual. The normal thoughts about bonuses and promotions ok ns drifted through my mind. Clarissa would be sure to move up in the company with such a perfect year of sales. The com po any had never done perfect every quarter in a year before.\n\n\"Because of we make this deal I have to blow every one of my employees,\" Clarissa stated bluntly. I reeled from the surprise. It was one thing to drunkenly promise it. It was another to tell a client that was why we needed the sale. \"I promised if they blew it out of the water this quarter I would blow them.\"\n\nEven the ice bitch herself was stunned into silence by that for a minute and stared at Clarissa. Clarissa was blushing and wouldn't look my way but her gaze never wavered from Marnet's. Then Lockheed began to laugh.\n\n\"Oh my god!\" Still laughing Marnet Lockheed reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at tears forming in her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. \"You really did! Okay, we can have a deal on one condition.\"\n\n\"Anything, name it,\" Clarissa sat stone faced. She wasn't going to let the ice bitch rattle her. \n\n\"Well if I sign and make your sales goal for you,\" Marnet spoke with a sly smile, a tone in her voice different than any I had heard her use before. \"I, well I would be a member of your team and responsible for helping you make your goal.\"\n\nThe twinkle in her eye was unmistakable now and I stood still, not believing this was happening. Then Clarissa nodded and Marnet practically clapped she was so giddy with joy.\n\n\"Get out,\" Both women practically snapped at me and I beat a hasty retreat. Clarissa closed the blinds as I left obscuring the rooms occupants from observers in the hall. \n\nI probably shouldn't have stayed near the door but I did. I heard motion from within then I heard soft moans of delight that slowly built towards cries of pleasure before eventually climaxing in screams of ecstasy as I heard Marnet reach her peak and erupt. When the door opened I tried to look innocent but the massive hard on tenting my trousers was hard to hide.\n\nAs Clarissa exited the door she glanced at me, licking her lips of glistening moisture as she stared at me. I blushed even as I coi ln d see into the room. Marnet was pulling down her wrinkled skirt and trying to make it look presentable. Both women had a button or two more undone than before and Clarissa's hair looked like someone had wrapped her fingers in it tightly. \n\n\"My office now,\" Clarissa ordered and if I missed her point she reached down and grabbed my cock. \"It was your account that pushed us over after all.\"\n\nThe look of hunger and desire in my boss's eyes told me she hadn't been joking at all. In fact she seemed more invested in following through on her promise than we were on making it happen."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Female Adventurers and sweat.
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"content": "▪︎A young adventurer has an encounter with an unusual slime that feeds on salt.\n\n▪︎An elf, out on an adventure, is captured by a tribe of orcs. Despite being much weaker and unable to do nearly as much physical labor as an orc, she is still put to work throughout the day. When night finally comes and the tribe is sitting around the fire, the orcs start licking her one at a time, passing her around in a circle. She soon realizes that elf sweat is a narcotic for orcs.\n\n▪︎Traveling merchant deals exclusively is the sweat of exotic creatures (preferably maidens). Surprisingly, business is booming!\n\n▪︎Adventurer tricked into wearing living armor that feeds on her sweat. The more she sweats, the more it licks, and the stronger the armor gets. It doesn't take her long before she starts to enjoy it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The only words to describe what was happening? Taking it like a champ.
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"content": "Like a champ\n\n\nHope took in a sharp breath and squeezed her eyes tight. The fat cock slid in and passed before the assault started. Her fingers gripped the sheets of the bed they were on until her knuckles turned white. \"You ready?\" The gruff voice behind her asked.\n\n\nTwo strong hands gripped her hips waiting for the answer. Hope was a slender pale woman on her hands and knees. \"Ready\" the word came out weak but she meant it.\n\n\nIt started like an avalanche. There was a sudden surge of energy the man began pistoning in and out of her pussy. \"Oh god!\" Hope screamed as she pushed back. \n\n\n\"You like the show?\" Sam asked the man next to him as his wife screamed in ecstasy. \n\n\n\"Shit. Are you that big Sam?\" The younger man asked. The large black man fucking Hope was still keeping a brutal pace. \n\n\n\"Fuck no.\" Sam laughed. \"This is the biggest she's taken, but trust me that woman has God given talent for taking dick.\"\n\n\n\"What?\" The young man looked surprised. \"How can taking dick be a talent?\" \n\n\nSam laughed as he watched the man fucking his wife start to sweat profusely. \"No matter how hard you fuck her or how big it is she will never tap out.\" Sam proudly said it before taking a swig of beer. \"No man has ever got her to tell them to stop. They always cum first. I once saw her fuck three Olympic athletes in a row, and your friend there bet he can get her to cry mercy.\"\n\n\nThe man's pace started to slow and he started to breathe harder. Then to the man's surprise, Hope lowered her head and started pumping her ass back into him to keep the pace up. \"Come on, is that all you got?\" Hope grunted out as the man's eye bulged in shock.\n\n\nSam leaned over and whispered. \"This poor sucker bet me a thousand dollars that my skinny white wife couldn't take him.\"\n\n\nThe large black man gripped her hips so tight that it was sure to leave an imprint. He started to grunt and Sam leaned forward. Sam was certain of it. This man was just moments from cumming. \"Squeeze him, baby!\" Sam shouted.\n\n\nMoments later the man let out a grunt that filled the room. His whole body shook and he collapsed on top of her. The man's large cock slid out limp and defeated as Hope got up from underneath him.\n\n\nCum streamed out from her pink roughed up pussy but she stood up proudly. \"You owe me a grand.\" \n\n\n\"That was some good skills and a great dick but nobody beat that pussy.\" Sam laughed.\n\n\n\"How do you even stand it, man?\" The man asked as he got his wallet. \n\n\n\"Me?\" Sam asked coyly. \"I don't. I only fuck her ass.\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cowgirl milk has dramatic and amazing effects on a girl's figure. One cowgirl takes a lot of pride in and gets a secret thrill out of making sure that each of her friends "blossoms"...
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"content": "Rail-thin and pretending she wasn't shyly stealing glances at her. That's the kind of woman Cynthia liked. That was the kind of woman the cowgirl seduced and took to the gym's changing room after working out. \n\n\n \nThere, on the shower stalls, amid steamy kisses and urgent caresses, they undressed. Claire, the rail-thin woman, stared, mesmerized at Cynthia's enormous milky tits. Used with their effect on other people, the cowgirl wasted no time immediately offering her boobs to the other woman. After all, they were full and needed to be emptied. \n\n\n \nClaire gladly accepted the offering. The slim woman voraciously drank all of the cowgirl's milk, and she couldn't wait for more. \n\n\n \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\* \n\n\n \n\"I shouldn't,\" Claire said to the leaky nipple in front of her. \"This is the second sports bra that I bought this month, and it's already tight.\" A droplet of milk went to the floor. The former rail-thin woman heaved at such a waste. Her swollen chest pressed against the tight fabric, flesh oozed out, and cleavage deepened. She took a couple steps back. Her butt reached the stall's wall much earlier than it could before she had a taste of Cynthia's. \"Really, I shouldn't. All the bouncing and the jiggling, the stares people give me. It must be your milk. It all started with your milk.\" \n\n\n \n\"Well, duh. What else do you think could have fattened you like that?\" Cynthia closed the distance between them, pressing her breasts against Claire's and dampening the front of her overtaxed sports bra. She reached her hand out and started to tenderly caress the troubled woman's hair. \"What do you think could have made you blossom into such a marvelous wonder?\" Cynthia drank in the sight of the thickened woman in front of her. A contented smile gracing her lips and disguising the hunger such a vision stirred. \"Still, I don't want you all worried about a few extra cup sizes. There's a place where you can get used to all those changes. There's a farm on the outskirts of town, away from the bothersome prying eyes. My sister can take you in. I'm sure she'll tend to you. Now, come. Have one last drink.\" \n\n\n \nSoothed and with the promise of accommodation, Claire allowed her mouth to reach the so desired milky teat."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jay made a deal with Moe, she'd use a possession spell to take over his body to help take his exam, however she just can't stop touching her/his penis, and her curiosity only gets worse when she realizes she can make a quick pitstop by the boys locker room
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"content": "\"Are you sure you want to do this?\" asked Moe.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Jay. \"I need to pass this exam, and you're smarter than I am. You'll pass it for sure.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Moe. \"But remember, I can't end the spell until we're back in the dorm, because all of my spell equipment is in here.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes,\" said Jay. \"That's fine. I can go with it the entire day. It will be weird, but it will be worth it. Just do it, please.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Moe, adding another ingredient to the potion. She mixed it, poured half of it into another cup, and handed it to Jay. \"Drink it.\"\n\nJay drank from the cup, and Moe drank from hers at the same time. After a second, the room seemed to spin, and Jay began to feel dizzy. He sat down in the chair to keep himself from falling, and then the spinning stopped. Moe had disappeared, and Jay, although completely conscious, had lost all control of his body.\n\n\"Are you okay?\" asked Moe's voice. Not aloud, but in his mind.\n\nJay answered her, also not aloud, since he had lost control of his speech as well, but in his mind. \"Yes, I'm fine.\"\n\n\"Good,\" said Moe's voice. Jay felt his body stand up. \"Damn, your body feels so different from mine,\" said Moe's voice.\n\n\"What can you feel?\" asked Jay.\n\n\"I can feel everything you feel right now,\" she said. \"You'll be seeing and feeling everything I do today.\"\n\nShe opened to door and walked out into the hall, where other students at the college were getting ready to go to their classes. Moe suddenly felt a sensation in Jay's pants. She put her hand there to see what it was. It was Jay's hardening cock.\n\n\"Don't do that,\" said Jay. \"Remember, this is my body that you're controlling right now.\"\n\n\"Right,\" said Moe. \"But I didn't expect you to be attracted to any girls in this hall.\"\n\n\"Hey,\" said Joe. \"There's some hotties in here. I can't help it.\"\n\nAround the corner came Kelly, and Moe felt Jay's cock get harder than ever.\n\n\"I thought you were in control of my body,\" said Jay.\n\n\"I am,\" said Moe. \"But your body still reacts to your feelings, and I feel them along with you. Can you please stop? I'm not bi.\"\n\n\"I know,\" said Jay. \"But I can't help it. I can't just stop my cock from getting hard. That's what it does.\"\n\n\"Hi Jay!\" said Kelly cheerfully.\n\n\"Hi Kelly!\" said Moe, not in Jay's mind, but aloud, in Jay's voice.\n\n\"Where are you headed?\" asked Kelly.\n\n\"I'm about to take my big exam. I've been studying for weeks.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said Kelly. \"I hope you pass. You're such a smart person.\"\n\nJay's cock grew harder.\n\n\"You like her, don't you?\" asked Moe in Jay's mind.\n\n\"Yes\" said Jay. \"But don't tell her that.\"\n\nMoe grinned. Of course, it was actually Jay's body that grinned, but it was Moe controlling it. Moe knew exactly what she wanted to do now. Speaking aloud again, she said to Kelly, \"Thank you so much. You're really smart too.\"\n\nKelly smiled, \"I don't really think I'm that smart.\"\n\n\"Well, maybe not,\" said Moe. \"You are really beautiful though.\"\n\n\"What are you doing?\" asked Jay. \"Stop!\"\n\nBut Moe continued. \"I think about you frequently.\"\n\nKelly blushed. \"I never thought you'd tell me that. You always seemed too shy.\"\n\n\"And I still am,\" said Jay, wishing that he could speak aloud right now.\n\n\"Let's hang out tonight,\" said Moe. \"Watch a movie together or something.\"\n\n\"I like that idea,\" said Kelly. \"I'll see you later.\"\n\nAs Kelly walked away, Jay groaned. \"Why did you do that?\"\n\n\"Hey,\" said Moe. \"Don't complain. I just got you your first date.\"\n\nTurning another corner, Moe/Jay entered the computer lab where they would be taking the exam.\n\n\"Let's get this done,\" said Jay.\n\n\"Relax,\" said Moe. \"I'll be done in no time, and then we can go back to my dorm and end the spell.\"\n\nThe exam went longer than Jay expected. Moe kept noticing how hard Jay's cock was getting, and she kept reaching down to touch it.\n\n\"Can you please stop?\" asked Jay.\n\n\"Why?\" said Moe. \"I'm the one taking the exam, not you. I'm making it fun for you by letting you feel this pleasure.\"\n\n\"I think you just think my cock feels interesting.\"\n\n\"Well, I have to admit, your feelings for Kelly are making me horny.\"\n\n\"I thought you weren't bi.\"\n\n\"I'm not. But this is your body and your feelings, and I feel it all. I share your attraction to her because of that.\"\n\nMaking sure nobody was looking, Moe put her (or rather, Jay's) hand down Jay's pants and touched his bare cock for the first time. It got even harder.\n\n\"Damn,\" said Moe.\n\n\"Stop, please,\" said Jay.\n\nThis went on for the entire exam. Moe passed it with an almost perfect score, but not before teasing Jay's cock for the entire hour that it went on.\n\n\"Finally,\" said Jay. \"Now let's get back to your dorm so I can have control of my body again.\"\n\nBut Moe was feeling a bit naughty, and, as she walked down the hall, she noticed the boy's locker room to the left. She entered it. Nobody else was in there.\n\n\"Alright,\" she said to Jay. \"I really want to see how much you like Kelly.\"\n\n\"Please don't do what I think you're about to do,\" he begged.\n\nGrinning, Kelly pulled Jay's phone out of his pocket and opened up one of Kelly's social media pages. She scrolled through the photos posted on it, paying attention to the reaction Jay's cock had for each one. Finally, she came across a photo of Kelly doing a pose that perfectly showed off her curves, and Jay's cock went rock solid. It was time for Moe's plan.\n\n\"Please,\" begged Jay.\n\n\"This won't take long,\" said Moe. She unzipped Jay's pants and pulled his cock out.\n\n\"Do we have to do this?\" asked Jay.\n\n\"We don't have to,\" said Moe. \"But I love feeling your pleasure. Literally, feeling your pleasure.\" She started stroking. \"Let's see how quickly you cum for Kelly.\"\n\nJay couldn't believe what was happening. His hand was stroking his cock for Kelly, and he wasn't in control of it. Moe started to moan, out loud, in Jay's voice, and it made his cock ache.\n\n\"You like that?\" asked Moe. She decided to do what she knew Jay probably did in private all the time. She stroked as hard as she could, and moaned loudly, aloud, in Jay's voice, \"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, oh Kelly, fuck.\"\n\n\"I'll cum quickly if you keep doing that,\" said Jay.\n\nMoe liked that. She continued. \"Fuck, Kelly. Mmmmmmm. So fucking hot. I need your body. I need your hands on my cock. Your lips on my cock. Your pussy on my cock. Kelly. Kelly. Kelly. Kelly! Kelllllllyyyyyy!!!!! Fucccccckkkkkkk!!!!!!!!\" Jay's cock exploded and cum shot into his hand which Moe still controlled. Jay would have screamed in pleasure if he had control of his voice. Since he didn't, Moe screamed for him.\n\nWhen she looked up, she saw Kelly standing at the corner of the room, slightly hidden, with her mouth wide open in surprise. \"Jay!\" she said.\n\n\"Kelly!\" said Moe, still in Jay's voice. \"What are you doing in here?\"\n\n\"I heard the moans coming from here and thought you were hurt. I was surprised to hear you moan my name and cum so hard. I didn't know you liked me that much.\"\n\n\"I do,\" said Moe.\n\n\"Well,\" said Kelly, smiling sexier than either Jay or Moe had ever seen her do before. \"Tonight is going to be more fun than I expected then. See you later.\" She winked and left the room.\"\n\n\"See,\" said Moe to Jay. \"This turned out to be the right thing to do, because now you'll get to have the fun with her that you always wanted.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Jay. \"But I'm still pretty shy.\"\n\n\"Oh that won't be a problem. Because I have a new plan. I'm going to go back to my dorm, and instead of changing us back to how we were, I'll make a new potion. A potion that will leave us just the way we are right now, for the rest of the day. A potion designed to wear off once the right moment comes. I'll still be in control of your body when your date with Kelly starts tonight, and then, once you're on the edge of having an orgasm, the spell will end. My body will appear back in my room, and you'll be in control again, all worked up for Kelly, and hungry for more.\"\n\nAnd so began the best day of Jay's life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Anatomy was your favorite college course. You loved learning and the professor really knew her stuff, but the real draw was the use of her TA’s during the discussions about copulation and reproduction. Who wouldn’t want to watch two hot seniors get it on and get course credit for it?
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"content": ">\"Ohh...oh *harder, god-dammit please,* ***for the love of God ruin my cunt!***\"\n\nThe old biology hall's wood paneling and well-worn marble floors amplified the desperate pleas of Professor Ashe's two most enthusiastic grad student instructors and the staccato clap of their bodies colliding with force.\n\n\"Fuck,\" I hissed under my breath, \"they started early.\"\n\nThey always started early, of course. Lab practicals where she'd intentionally kept her two star pupils on a strict abstinence order for two weeks to ensure they could perform to her satisfaction meant that instead of 10 minutes after the bell, they'd started right away.\n\nThe subject this week was stamina and refractory periods, particularly that topic which many took careful notes of: *orgasm control and forced orgasms*.\n\nIt was then she saw Rachel Harrison, her freckled skin flushed red as I slip into the back of the lecture hall. \n\nHer legs pointing skyward. \n\nHer generous breasts heaving to and fro from the resounding thud of Michael Troy, a beast of a man with a normally gentle, kind disposition. \n\nBut Professor Ashe knew how he lusted for Rachel all year. The moment she'd set them up, *and denied them their ability to pleasure themselves for the past week*, the professor knew his gentle, passive nature would dissolve in the face of his primal needs.\n\n\"As you can see,\" the imperious woman in a tight pencil skirt and blouse with four buttons undone bellowed with a hint of delight in her voice, \"even the most demure creatures become ravenous when given permission to indulge their need for sexual relief—\" \n\nIt's then that Rachel's voice whines, cutting off the lecture.\n\n\"Please...p-please let me cum...I've been so good\"\n\nMichael could only grunt, his eyes glazed over, his body moving like a machine.\n\n\"Now, you two were given permission to copulate, not to cum, not *yet*\" the professor chuckled, walking over to gesture to the silicone band around the man's cock.\n\n\"A device like this can enhance stamina, but even this is not foolproof. A relationship of trust and a willingness to obey is key in situations as these; otherwise orgasm denial must be enforced with more cruel means.\"\n\nShe slaps the man's ass, then barks a clipped \"stop!\" to them both, before circling them both.\n\n\"*Pull out, Michael*\" she purred. The man's senses came back slowly, but he eventually complied, sitting up on the large lab bench. Rachel, though, could only lay on her back, panting, her arousal running onto the soapstone tabletop, shivering, incoherently repeating the word please. For a moment she reaches for her cunt but the professor swats her hand away, while running her nail along the underside of the impressive phallus of Michael's; one she'd indulged in many times to ensure his enthusiastic cooperation and unshakable loyalty.\n\n\"As you can see, physical intervention eventually is needed in even the most obedient of people; poor Michael was so close to a ruined orgasm if I'd not used a bit of pain to pull him back from the brink. You'll note, however, how pliable their minds are in this state; edging is a powerful tool for creating altered states of consciousness and *must be done with care*\" she emphasized.\n\nWith a small smile and a pause for eager note-takers, she began gesturing to another graduate student, who wheeled in a tray of toys, including a battery-operated wand. Selecting it, Professor Ashe gestured to a chaise, similarly produced for the occasion, and instructed him to lay back, before she removed his cock ring.\n\n\"I've removed his means of self-control. He's been primed now for the better part of the week; it was necessary to demonstrate the limits of the male form's ability to have orgasms forced on them. But us women are superior in that respect\" she mused, helping Rachel onto her unsteady feet and setting her upon the man that had crushed on her for months. Without prompting, she sank upon the fat column of flesh to its root, and began to furiously impale herself upon it in a drunken haze of desire.\n\nThe professor, moving behind them, was quick to place the wand between the young lovers, directly stimulating the woman's clit without concern for the shock of such overstimulation. With a shriek, she fell forward, gushing pungent, clear cum around the man's cock, her muscles twitching and shuddering as she incoherently pleaded for relief. But there was none. The man was thrusting below her. The wand remained upon her most sensitive point.\n\nWithin seconds, her mess is followed by a growl, a primal cry and a flood of milky white cum in obscene quantities flowing from between her thighs.\n\n\"You aren't allowed to stop, *either of you*\" the professor instructs, this time straddling the man's legs behind Rachel, holding her down by her shoulder with one hand while keeping the wand to her clit with the other.\n\n\"In-in this case, we'll likely need to switch to toys for them both, eventually. But for now, we can observe them expel all their energies and note the change in behavior when forced to orgasm. Instead of friction and heat, and touch, note how they both struggle to find stillness\"\n\nIt was true; Michael tried to use his hands to grasp at Rachel's hips to hold her down, but the professor had made a point of restraining the use of his arms. Instead, the young man pulled the bindings taut. Rachel, meanwhile, dug her nails into her fellow graduate student until they drew blood, curling her toes. Only the ministrations of Professor Ashe's wand continued, before finally she let go of the woman's shoulder and began pushing and pulling Rachel by her hip to glide back and forth on Michael's cock. \n\n\"That's it, no stopping, no stopping until you're spent....\" she cooed, even as the other graduate student assisting wheeled in a sybian equipped with restraints for when Rachel had no more strength to even sit up, let alone ride a real cock. With the professor's skirt hiked up, you could see that she'd failed to wear panties with her stockings and garter belt, and had begin dripping onto the chaise as well. \n\nYou knew this part well; Professor Ashe always seemed to find an excuse to fuck her student instructors eventually. What better time than when they're instructed to continue to orgasm no matter what...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: These new headphones are great! They fit my ears perfectly, and they make all my music sound better! I almost never want to take them off! The only thing is that they get some weird feedback sometimes. It almost sounds like whispers...
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"content": "“Supernova” by Uppermost didn’t really feel like it was coming through my headphones as much as just reverberating through my cerebral cortex. I felt like I was sitting in one of those swanky lounge bars us commoners only get to experience once in a blue moon, drinking in the sounds as well as some expensive beverage where you pay more for the glass than its contents. A shake of the train brought me back and I sat up and stretched out my legs. These GNISSIE headphones were the shit though. Noise-cancelling, great sound and absolutely comfortable as hell. Usually when I got home I’d switch from headphones to earphones due to the heat and moisture that sometimes built up around the cups, but not with these. They felt solid and yet also non-existent. Just brilliant.\n\nI looked up at the train map and counted my stops to go for what felt like the twelfth time in just as many minutes. Still had 18 stations until I’d reach my destination, so I slid down the uncomfortable cushion and crossed my outstretched legs. No one was going to walk by anyway.\n\nJust as I was about to sink back into Emancipator’s “Wolf drawn” I heard a weird sound. My eyes flicked open and I uncupped the right side to check if it had maybe come over the intercom. That wouldn’t be possible, though, would it? These headphones were, after all, noise-cancelling. I took out my phone and skipped the song 30 seconds back to see if the sound was in the track. Nope. Weird, must’ve been a glitch. I closed my eyes, but was startled when I distinctly heard a whispery voice say: “Fuckin’ deadlines.”\n\nMy eyes shot from visible mouth to visible mouth, to try and see if any lips were moving or anyone was looking at me. No one seemed to be paying any attention to anything other than a phone, a book or a tablet. I held down the off-button of my headphones and turned them off and on again, hoping that would fix this strange technical glitch. Maybe my headphones were picking up someone else’s conversation like some kind of cross-interference. \n\nThe sounds of Kayou.’s “Growing Up” were now resonating through my headphones when I heard “I can’t believe she cheated on me!”, again in a soft whisper. Then, soon after came “What the hell, not another bill…” and “I’m so tired”. I’m pretty sure they were two different voices, one sounding like a man’s voice and the other like a woman’s. I was starting to freak out. What was going on? It was all made weirder by the fact that no one on the train seemed to be currently speaking. I scanned the train and saw a young woman swiping on her phone. The intense look on her face caught my attention and I sat looking at her for a couple of seconds. As I unabashedly stared, I put my thumb on the volume up button and heard “I can’t wait to get home, have some wine and just *take care* of myself!” As that last part hit the understanding part of my brain, a smile flashed across her face and she looked at the people sitting across from her. Both my hands shot to my knees. Did I just...nooo. I looked around and saw a well-dressed businessman reading on his Kindle. I slowly put my hand on the cup of the headphones and pressed the volume up button again. “Ah right, in the movies, this is the part where Aragorn breaks his toe.” I loudly gasped. What kind of gangster-ass shit was going on with these headphones?\n\nI glanced around and held the button pressed. A cacophony of words hit me all at the same time, none of which I could make out. Fucking hell! I went through and picked the juiciest target I could find. A young guy in his early twenties had his head on the window behind him, two airpods in and was almost manspreading. He was wearing ripped jeans and a white hoodie, looked quite good and well-kept. Even though no one could have known what I was doing, I tried to hide the fact that I was pressing the button. Why would anyone ever need to change their volume this much...and for this long? \n\n“*Let's do the things that we say on text, I want to get straight to the climax.* Man, I don’t get all Drake hype, but I bet getting my dick sucked right now would be amazing.” I covered my mouth with my other hand so as to not give away my grin. I never thought people thought this way! “It’s been a fuckin’ while and I wanna end this dry spell!”. Woah, that’s almost too much information I thought, before I realised it was I that was in the wrong here. I cast looks to both sides to make sure no one had noticed me. I was all good, so I focused back on the hoodie guy and almost choked. He had opened his eyes and was looking straight at me. He was sitting opposite me and a bit to the right, by 1 or 2 seats. Trying to play it cool I looked out the window behind him, something that would have worked considerably better had we not been in a fucking tunnel. He was still looking at me when my eyes moved back to him. “Damn, she’s quite hot. Bet she gives good head.”\n\nIt was panic stations for me. It was a hot day and I was wearing a white tank top and short shorts, but I was getting hot and flustered all over. I immediately looked away and took my hands down to clutch my bag. Play it cool! Play it cool! I was definitely going red in the face and was starting to sweat. I did the chicken wing flap where you try and get some air into the sweaty nooks and sat up a bit straighter. I glanced for a nanosecond and he was still looking at me. The next time I looked at him I put my finger on the button again and pressed. “Shit, she keeps looking over. She’s fucking smoking yo. Bet those titties look tight.” I was getting hotter, I was getting more bothered if you catch my drift and I was absolutely not caring at all. Shower me with compliments, hoodie man!\n\n“Man, having those titties hanging over my face as she rides me...heaven!” I just kept holding the button down. “Those legs too, damn. She keeps looking over as well, sup baby?” I couldn’t help but smile, this guy was cute. “Them tits are making that top work yo.”\n\nI blushed and averted my gaze. The older lady to my right was asleep and tilting away from me, the woman on my left was reading on her phone. I’d like to say I decided, but I’m certain something else entirely made me do it in the end. I set my bag upright on my left side and tried to balance it, but sadly it wouldn’t stay, so I had to hold it. I took my finger off the button and quickly checked to make sure no one except hoodie guy was looking. I pulled down my tank top and exposed the portion of turquoise-colored bra covering my left boob, then put my hand on the button as fast as possible while also somehow trying to cover back up. “Yooooooo what the fuck! That was hot as fuck!” I heard, as he sat up and his eyes went wide. His mouth was open and we were looking right at each other. “Fuck I’m getting hard, damn it!” was probably just the thing I needed to hear as my heart raced. I slipped the tank top and bra straps off my left shoulder as discreetly as possible and pulled my arm out of the loops. The reading woman shifted and I gestured an apology and meekly smiled at her. She went back to reading and I locked onto hoodie guy’s eyes. I could see him readjusting uncomfortably as I checked all eyes were not on me one last time. I folded the cup of my bra down and put my hand on the button, trying all the while to not arouse suspicion. My left boob was fully exposed and hung freely, for all the trainworld to see. “Oh fuck” was the last thing I heard from hoodie guy for a couple of seconds as he stared slack-jawed. His eyes flicked from my boob to my eyes multiple times, his mind or whatever seeming totally free of thought. The next time I heard him it was “Shit no, no, fuck. Not again.” He shot up straight and looked down at his crotch. It took me a second to realise what had happened. Before he got up he looked around and awkwardly walked to the door. “Fuckin’ nice tit, damn” was the last hoodie guy thought I received before he stepped off the train."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her friend claimed to have mastered hypnotism, she challenged him to prove it. He couldn't, of course, but he was lucky that his cum tasted so nice and that she still frequently felt like giving him casual "just because" blowjobs all the same...
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"content": "When when I entered the library I had a full day planned of studying I had my papers I had my pens even my Starbucks a girl has to have her Starbucks, I'm feeling happy and energetic as I look around for an open table, I love the big open windows really lets you take in the view \"oh… hey, Jim how's it going\" shhhh \"sorry\" I say to the prissy looking librarian \"anyways, what you working on ''looking up from what looked like an ancient book to meet his blue eyes, I always liked his eyes ever since we were kids ``it's a book on focused studying technique, you know for my psychology class\" he replied, I could tell he was having a hard time keeping eye contact, one of the reasons I why started putting on thicker shirt's around him in highschool I liked being around him just not the leering, but not today I wanted to feel sexy in my skirt and v-neck blouse, I even let my red hair down today. \"Well that looks boring, well I'm going to be doing my own boring over here\" as I point to an open table \"we should catch up soon\" I do a little spin, I know it's mean but if he's going to leer I'm gonna give him a reason too. I find my seat smiling to myself as I put my books and paper down knowing what a tease I am \"goddess of studying keep me from boredom\" I say to myself. It didn't take long for the goddess to fail me, 30 dam minutes and all I've been doing is staring at page ten of fifty, I need something to kill this boredom looking up from my seat I see Jim, ok I'll go over there tease him a little and get right back to studying. Standing up I could still see him deep into his book so with a smile and a wip of my hair I walked over and sat down across from him leaning forward I felt so wicked \"I need help I'm so boooored…\" I said in a playful tone. As he looked up from that gross old book I got what I wanted his eyes stopped right at my cleavage \"um what\" he said clearly losing his line thought \"I said I'm bored, what are you working on\" it took him a second to get his thought together but a smile I didn't like crept across his face \"I'm learning about hypnotism for studying\" he said \"I don't believe you, nothing can make studying biology 101 any easier or less boring\" I announced confidently \"well how about this you let me practice, if it doesn't works you where entertained for a bit, if it does then you where entertained and now bio is a fun to learn, there's no losing for you only humiliation for me\" he does know I like making fun of him so this could be fun. \"Alright you're on\" I said with a smile, closing his book and standing up he said \"okay follow me to one of the private study rooms\" private study room? I didn't know the college had a private study room, as he led the way I could tell this was was the old 70s wing with gross carpets, gross wallpaper, gross chairs and tables I really hated the colors of the 70s he opened the door to what looked like a small conference room with six chairs and a table and a chalkboard. He sat down, opened his book then to my surprise pulled out a small tea candle \"what's the candle for?\" I said while sitting down across from him \"well the idea is you focus on the candle and I walk you through that focus which then lets you focus on other things, like studying\" pulling out a lighter he lit the candle \"okay now I want you to look at the lighter and focus on it and I'm going to talk you through this\" he said this slowing his tempo as he went along \"that isn't going to work…\" shushing me he continued on \"focus on the candle\" he commanded in a slow deep voice. I started to look at the yellow flame as a flickered he was talking saying like slow my breathing and to let my mind open up but eventually I got bored and my mind started to wonder, yes I was teasing you by leaning forward and showing you my breasts, I thought quite loudly it was odd even though my mind was wondering I still could focus on the flame maybe this was working. Yes I do love being a tease, I bet if I squeeze my tits it would tease you and stop this silly game, I reached my hands up to push my tits together, yes I've tit fucked before with how big and gravity defying my perfect tits are most men love it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While waiting for some of her equipment to be enchanted, a half elven adventurer decides to *thoroughly* enjoy her stay in town...
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"content": "[META] This is probably incoherent and way off-prompt, but somehow this immediately came to mind when I read the post. It feels a little bit all over the place, but I can't help not post this because I like the underlying idea so much. \n\n---\n\nPART 1/2\n\nFor all the time that Vola had been looking forward to her stay in Harpstone, she was still surprised at how cheap everything was. Her entire stay summed to just over 2 gold pieces, and the enchantments on her equipment were still not as expensive as they would have been had she let them be done by an imperial seamstress in a major city. Vola had never felt comfortable paying reduced prices because of her rank and renown, but the local weapons smith who would enchant her gear insisted she pay only half of the normal price if she would just stay a couple days longer. \nSeeing as the journey was mostly a holiday for her anyways she couldn't decline the offer. Just 50 unmarked glimmer tokens, for the largest set of enchantments she would probably ever order in her lifetime. \n\n\"Your stay will be most pleasing I assure you miss Deminathia.\" \n\"I have heard only good things so far about Harpstone. This will be a great place for some insightful meditations.\" Vola answered to the weapons smith with a smile. \n\"As agreed in our letters, 2 gold pieces and 50 unmarked glimmer tokens. You may keep the change.\" Vola handed the aged man a bulging sack that contained the payment. For once he had to take a hand of his long beard to count the pieces. \n\"So, did you ever receive imperial training, Nascurugor?\" Vola asked, looking around for a place to put her equipment down. \n\"A long time ago, yes. But they didn't have much to teach me anymore. Please, do not be concerned about anything but your enjoyment of the stay. The enchantments will come out wonderfully. Like they always do.\" The old man looked up from the money and added. \"And please, it's Kael for you my lady.\" \nAs he was about to kneel down again before her she stopped him once more by his shoulder. \"Please.. Kael. Don't make me feel my rank for these few days, and I promise I'll do everything to enjoy my stay as much as possible. I heard the namesake harpstone is wonderfully soothing to the mind.\" \n\"Indeed! In fact a long tradition is..\" \nVola hadn't even noticed the wolf that was roaming around her legs. Immediately she took a defensive stance, the creature unabashedly continued on its course to her legs. \n\"Stand back Kael, I'll deal with this.\" Vola grunted. \n\"No! Stop. This one is.. uhm.. it's a local wolf that comes roaming sometimes. It won't do any harm. Trust me.\" \nVola eased up a little, keeping an eye on the wolf as she unpacked the gear to be enchanted on a fitting table she had finally found. \nWith graceful movements the wolf slid between her legs, rubbing itself on her between moving on. \n*A most strange place this is.* Vola thought to herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her hands were cuffed behind her back. She was required to follow anyone who took hold of her leash. Anyone at the party was allowed to touch her as they pleased. And yet, somehow, she wasn't regretting losing that bet as much as she thought she would...
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"content": "Poker night at the inn. \n\"I'll raise. 50 gold ones.\" the orc across from me had rumbled. \n\"A week of humbling, bet.\" was my response. 'Humbling' meant slavery; a week of disgusting menial labour and public humiliation, but I wasn't worried. I had three of a kind in my hand. \n&nbsp; \nDid you know orcs have *fantastic* poker faces? They look angry all the time, it's impossible to tell if they have a good or bad hand. \n&nbsp; \nDay one went about as expected; my new orcish master ordered me to strip, then loaned me to the innkeeper. \nI spent the morning and afternoon cleaning out latrines, mopping up beer spills, and eating generous servings of slop out of a dog dish. \nWhen my master returned in the evening, it was with a collar and chains in hand. In full view of everyone, I was collared and shackled, leashed to the wall and put on display for all the inn patrons to gawk and laugh at. \n&nbsp; \nDay two; my master took me shopping. I was paraded naked throughout the whole market, made to carry my master's purchases, what I later learned were supplies for a trip out of town. \n&nbsp; \nDay three, my master asked me a very important question; \"Do you fuck, slave?\" \nOf course, I said yes; fucking an orc, as rough and ugly as they tended to be, was a much better proposition than more cleaning duties, and I hadn't had 'relief' for days. \nHe smirked then, a #30 'I have an evil plan' smirk, and ordered me to perform for him. Rubbing myself, bouncing up and down on a dildo, licking my juices off the floor, shackled and unshackled...I would have been more embarrassed if I hadn't spent the past two days naked in public. \n&nbsp; \nThat evening, my master sat on my face and told me to lick. \nThen he draped his cock on my face and told me to lick. Then his toes. Then his cum off the floor. Then his ass again. \nThat day, I never ended up leaving the orc's room at all. \n&nbsp; \nDay four, my master told me we were going on a journey. Leaving town. I was to be naked, shackled and leashed the whole way. \nThis time, I was marched in front of the orc, a threatening whipcrack sounding behind me whenever I started to slow down. I was walked down the main street, out the main gate, in front of all the guards and townspeople. \nThe trip took most of the day; whenever I needed a break, my master pushed me down onto my knees and had me 'service' him until I was ready to walk again. \n&nbsp; \nIt wasn't until sundown that we arrived at our destination; an orcish camp, filled with a good two dozen orc tribespeople. \nBased on the number of barrels of alcohol, they were gearing up for a *big* celebration. And by the looks of things, they were *very* interested in having a bound, naked woman... \n&nbsp; \nMy master confirmed my suspicions, of course. He shoved me forward and bellowed out, \"Got a free use bitch here for the next three days! You're paying if you break it!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I am getting back into writing erotica. More inside!
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"content": "A knight and a just-rescued damsel-in-distress, on their way home, have the misfortune of being waylaid by a band of rowdy satyrs in search of a night of debauchery. \nNow, bound and gagged, the knight is forced to watch as the satyr band 'break in' his damsel over the course of the night, with copious amounts of force-fed wine, hypnotising song, and gratuitous amounts of satyr dick. \n&nbsp; \nThis would be fantasy, mindbreak and netorare (I had to look that up) all in one, I think?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lonely guy hires a prostitute to be his wingman.
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"content": "**He Doesn't Get It**\n---------------------------------\n\n\"Soooooo, let me get this straight: you, a john, are hiring me, an escort, to *help* you get laid? I mean, if getting laid is your goal…you know what, never mind – it's your money. Where do you want to go,\" Lana said as she pocketed the first half of the payment for 3 hours. \n\n\"Ummmm, uh, don't you, like, know a bar or something to meet girls?\" Vincent sat awkwardly as he stammered the words out.\n\nLana did her best to hold back an eye-roll as she scrolled through her phone looking for bars in the area. \n\n*Ugh, why couldn't this client just be a normie who pays me, takes me out to dinner, fucks me, and then calls it a night. Whatever, might as well get some drinks out of it,* Lana thought as she pulled up a cocktail bar. \n\n\"Okay, here's a nice cocktail bar where you can have some fun. Come on, let's make the most of your time,\" Lana smiled as she pulled him along. \n\n*Whatever, the sooner this dweeb gets laid, the sooner it's not my problem,* Lana thought as she left. \n\n~~_________________________________________________~~\n\n\"So, um, what do we do now?\" Vincent shifted nervously as Lana pulled him to the counter. \n\n\"You order two drinks, a Cosmopolitan for me and whatever works for you, and *I'll* handle the conversations, sound good?\" \n\n\"Y-yeah, sure, uh, barkeep? A Cosmo for my, erm, friend and a, uh, daiquiri for me?\" \n\nVincent's words spilled out. \n\nThe bartender quickly mixed the drinks and passed them over as she said, \"That'll be $36. Do you want to start a tab or pay now?\"\n\n\"Oh, y-yeah, keep the change,\" Vincent said as he passed $40 to the bartender. \n\n\"Thank you,\" the bartender said as she quickly went to clean the back counter.\n\n*Really, a daiquiri? Man, this is going to be tough,* Lana thought as she sipped her drink. \n\nThen she saw the perfect opportunity: a shy, squirrelly girl awkwardly at the corner of the counter. Lana slyly slipped over before striking up a conversation. \n\n\"Hey, I'm Lana. What's your name?\"\n\n\"Oh, I-I'm Holly, nice to meet you.\n\n \"Nice to meet you too, Holly. This is random but my super-shy friend over there thinks you're cute and wants to buy you a drink,\" Lana gestured to her awkward client at the end of the bar, still shyly sipping his bright-red drink. \n\n\"Hold on a moment,\" Lana said as she pulled Vincent over.\n\n\"Vincent, meet Holly. You know her name now so why don't you be a gentleman and buy her a…what do you want, Holly?\"\n\nHolly giggled as she answered, \"O-oh, a Long Island Iced Tea would be nice.\"\n\n\"Right, excuse me, can you please make a Long Island Iced Tea for Holly?\"\n\nThe bartender quickly mixed the drink as Lana elbowed Vincent subtly to pay. The conversation seemed to drag on as Lana kept pushing it forward until the two finally awkwardly exchanged numbers. \n\n\"Thanks for the help. I've never gotten a girl's number before,\" Vincent said excitedly as he paid the other half of the payment for three hours. \n\n\"And thanks for paying me. Hope to see you again. Good night,\" Lana said as she left, stopping by the bathroom before she did.\n\nInside, Holly just exited the stall as she stammered to Lana awkwardly, \"O-oh, it's you again.\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's me.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry but, uh, I'm not that into your friend and I kinda gave him the number to an Indian restaurant nearby because I'm not really into guys and I don't know why I'm being so honest but you make me feel–,\" \n\n\"Shhhh. It's okay. I'm not going to tell him. Besides, I'm into girls too,\" Lana said as she caressed Holly's face.\n\nAs the two kissed passionately and snuck out the bar for a passionate night of fucking, Lana had only one thought on her mind: *well, he's probably not going to be my client again.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The princess really was a good natured, giggly bimbo. She might not have been so vital to the kingdom, if not for her ability to control the weather, A task she could only really focus on when her *needs* were being met...
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"content": "Prompt edit: ~~good natured, giggly bimbo~~ to spoiled brat.\r \nContent warning: >!light BDSM, spanking, dom/sub, orgasm denial!<\r \n\r \nPrincess Helena was always attuned with nature, specifically the weather. Following her birth, the kingdom experienced a surge of storms as the newborn’s mood changed. When the connection was discovered, a team of caretakers were hired to always keep the princess’s needs met. Their entire job was to anticipate her every need.\r \nHowever as Helena grew up, the princess became spoiled by the constant attention. Normal temper tantrums could easily be accompanied by flash floods. A drought occurred after her ninth birthday when she was displeased with the statue carved for her, she withheld the rain until a new statue was made to her liking.\r \nIn her early teen years, they tried hiding her away in a far off tower. But they were forced to abandon the plan when a hurricane rolled in. Many within the kingdom called for the princess’s head, but the King and Queen refused to sacrifice their daughter. Instead once again leaning into appeasing her every whim.\r \n——————————————\r \nThe stylist’s hands were shaking as she put the final touches on the princess’s hair. Tying up the loose ends of her black braided hair. “All done,” she said stepping back.\r \nHelena grabbed the hand mirror checking every angle. “It will do.” The whole salon let out a heavy sigh. The 23 year old princess looked the stylist up and down, “You’re a pretty little thing.” She lightly brushed the back of her hand down the front of her dress. “Have you been to the castle before?”\r \nThe blonde stylist gulped, “Just for my, um, for my deflowering.” Helena enjoyed claiming virginities, and would often invite, or perhaps order is the correct word, virgins to the castle to meet her trusty strap-on. The stylist had been one of those virgins just over a year ago.\r \n“Oh good, so you know the routine. I’m throwing a party tonight and you’re invited,” Helena said, but everyone knew it was an invite she couldn’t reject. “Don’t worry about getting dressed up, you won’t be keeping your clothes.” Helena pulled the stylist in for a kiss, giving her ass a firm squeeze in the process.\r \nPrincess Helena continued to her next destination. The crowded streets parted in front of her. “DIE! You’ll pay for your crimes,” a man yelled charging Princess Helena with a knife in hand. Before he took another step closer, a flash of light and the clap of thunder filled the street and the man dropped dead.\r \n“Boohoo, I’ll pay for my crimes,” Helena leaned over him, miming crying. “When will they learn?” She continued down the street, leaving her attacker for someone else to take care of."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While the young witch was talented and undeniably pretty, some of her classmates like to make fun of her for being so top heavy and "academically challenged". Nonetheless, she won most of them over with her warm personality, and she won the others over with *other* warm parts of her...
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"content": "WARNING: AGE GAP, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, AND IMPREGNATION.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nPart 1.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen Natura first attended Enchantalia's academy for the magically gifted, she knew right away she'd have trouble, especially with the Draksain siblings, Baltroy and Synthia. If it wasn't the boys making lewd jokes and trying to grope her, it was the other girls insulting her intelligence and trying to get her into trouble. Even the \"Conveniently\" all-male faculty and staff couldn't be bothered to resist the urge to stare at her with lustful eyes whenever possible.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow that she's in her final semester, Natura was no stranger to Baltroy pulling up her skirt to reveal her panties, or being forced to suck Professor Slagbottom's dick to get out of whatever trouble Synthia has gotten her into. In fact, all this sexual misconduct and abuse has earned her a reputation as the campus whore. Something she found a way to use to her advantage.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt this point, Natura was so sick of being called \"Cow tits\" and \"Dick for brains\" whenever she went into the girl's locker room, she started using the boy's locker room instead. The boys wouldn't dare report the girl they now got to see naked on a regular basis and Coach Flabbits wouldn't do anything about it as long as she let him fuck her ass upon request, so she felt it was the right choice, even when Baltroy made a point of pinning her to a wall and sucking her nipples whenever possible.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOne night after a particularly messy \"Disciplinary meeting\" with Headmaster Felcher, Natura went to take a nice, long, hot shower. As she stepped out of the shower, the siblings...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWHAT DO THE DRAKSAIN SIBLINGS HAVE IN STORE FOR OUR SEXY, SLUTTY HEROINE?\n\nHOW WOULD SYNTHIA REACT TO FINDING OUT HER BROTHER IS THE BIGGEST PERVERT FOR THE VERY GIRL THEY BOTH HAVE BULLIED RELENTLESSLY FOR ROUGHLY FOUR YEARS?\n\nDID I MASTURBATE TO MY OWN STORY AS I WAS ACTIVELY WRITING IT WITH ONE HAND?\n\nYES!\n\nDID I CUM?\n\nYES!\n\nDO I REGRET IT?\n\nNOT FOR A MOMENT, AND I NEVER WILL! IN FACT, I FIND IT HELPS GUAGE RATHER OR NOT IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR MY AUDIENCE, BECAUSE IF I CAN'T CUM TO IT, I SHOULDN'T EXPECT YOU TO!\n\nTHE FIRST TWO QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED IN PART 2 OF...\n\nNATURA'S ACADEMY SEXPERIENCE.\n\nOR...\n\nI WAS A COLLEGE-AGE WHORE WITH MAGICAL POWERS."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: ENF and the danger of being caught [PM]
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"content": "Here's a few ideas:\n\n1. Competition is fierce in the dungeon exploring business, especially for women in a business dominated by young men. So much so that a busty explorer girl cheats a little to skip past security and break into a dungeon to start exploring it early to give herself an edge. Unfortunately for her she sets of a trap that dissolves her clothes, then she sets off another one that binds her arms behind her back and gags her, leaving her unable to cover herself up or explain herself. Now she has to quickly get out before the competition starts, or the others will wind up finding more then just the treasure at the end of the dungeon.\n\n2. As part of an erotic dare from her (at the time) long distance BF, a woman has to lock her clothes in her room and can't enter it until sunset. Not a problem! Until her roomate gets back far earlier then normal and gets an eyeful. Especially since she was specifically told that if her roomate saw her, she had to fully submit to them until she could get back in her room.\n\n3. A busty and thicc hot lady knight is finally able to defeat an evil and cowardly warlock, who in a last act of defiance curses her to be unable to wear clothes, and for anything she is wearing to turn to dust. The only way to break the curse is for her to sexually submit to someone under her for a whole week (\"Under her\" as in of a lower position of authority, or someone who reports to her). Unfortunately for her she is just a mercenary, and no one reports to her, except for the young noble squire she just recruited as a favor to his father..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College student tells her friends that she's been experimenting with girls, when in reality she's been having orgies with the cheerleaders.
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"content": "&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Walking from her apartment, Becca’s phone rang. She pulled it out of the waistline of her leggings and checked to see who was calling. It was Lily. Becca let it ring a couple more times before she answered. She loved Lily, but she could be a bit… much. That didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate her friendship. Lily was there for her when Steven dumped her on prom night. She tagged along to buy Plan B after Richard’s condom broke. Lily was a true friend, despite her loud, bubbly personality, one that was in stark contrast to Becca’s own. After a deep breath, Becca slid to accept the call.\n\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Becca! Ugh, I miss you! We haven’t seen each other all semester, and I don’t want to go our first semester of college without seeing each other! We need to go get coffee or dinner or something as soon as possible.” Lily spit out, “I really want to catch up.”\n \n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Wow… Hi Lily. I’m down for that, but I am a bit busy tonight. I made some plans with some, uh, friends.”, Becca stammered out, “How about we meet for coffee on campus tomorrow around 9?”\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That sounds great babes. I would love to talk more but I have to work with my dumb group on this stupid project. God, I hate this class. Tell your friends I said hi, haha… Yeah, yeah, whatever.”, Lily trails off, obviously being told to put her phone down in the background. A few muffled sounds later, and the call drops.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whew, Becca thought, she can be so much sometimes. Becca tapped her phone screen, checking the time: 6:53. She quickened her pace, heading straight for the school’s gym. After tapping her school ID onto the scanner, she determinedly stepped towards Gym B, which is closed off on Friday evenings to allow the cheerleading squad time to practice. Becca cracked one of the doors and saw the squad. A tiny blonde girl was being thrown up into the air by two taller brunettes in the middle. Off to the sides, a redhead and another blonde were doing backflips. Outside of those girls, were two more girls on either side, waving their pompoms, screaming cheers into empty stands. All-in-all there were 9 girls on the squad. Becca had never been so enchanted by a group of, well, anyone before. Something about those girls made Becca’s stomach drop to her knees. Her freshly shaven vagina was turning bright red, flush with the thought of what she and those 9 girls would be doing here soon. One of the girls, Melissa, a taller girl with exceptionally large tits, was excitedly waving her pompoms towards the silent stands. Wow. I have never in my life, Becca emphasized to herself, cared about another girl’s breast size, but all I can think about on Melissa is how I’d love to rip off that skimpy dress and… Before Becca could finish her thoughts, Melissa was at the door, inviting her in. “You here for another round, Becca? At this point, you should just join the squad!” \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Melissa pulled Becca into the gym while the girls finished their cheers. Becca watched as Abigail was caught by her two, relatively giant teammates. Abigail was the smallest of the bunch, coming in at around 4’11, by Becca’s guess. Abigail was also the team captain. Her tiny size made her seem weak, but she had an intensity about her that was unrivaled by anyone else on the team. Flattening down her dress and finishing the routine with a loud cheer and high kick, Abigail turned around to face her team. “Alright everyone, we did a great job today.” Abigail really took control of the room when she spoke. Even Melissa, who was undressing Becca with her eyes, was instantly pulled towards Abigail when she began to speak, “I really think we will have this set down perfectly by next month for competition. So, unless anyone has any comments or anything, let’s just hit the showers so we can get on home.” With that everyone began walking towards the locker room, which was another perk of Gym B as this locker room was exclusive to this gym. \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Abigail watched her squad go towards the lockers, she spotted Becca. Becca did not have time to react as Abigail ran towards her. Abigail flung herself into Becca’s body, trusting she would be able to catch her. Becca was unprepared, but Abigail only weighed 93 pounds, so she was able to quickly grab her and steadily hold her, at least for the moment. Before any words came out of Becca’s mouth, Abigail kissed Becca. Locking her lower lip against Becca’s upper, she pushed her face and body against Becca. Becca was extremely taken back, and almost dropped Abigail on the spot. Abigail felt Becca’s grip weaken so she wrapped her arms around Becca’s neck. Before breaking the kiss, Abigail slowly crept her tongue into Becca’s mouth and licked her tongue up and down. At this point Becca did drop Abigail. Abigail’s tongue was making Becca’s thong get soaked, and she was worried the wet spot would start to show through her leggings. “Oh my god!” Becca exclaimed, “I am so sorry!” Becca bent down and lent a hand to Abigail. Taking her hand, Abigail yanked Becca down on top of her, kissing her as she fell. Abigail forced her tongue into Becca’s mouth, and grabbed Becca’s huge, compared to Abigail’s at least, ass. Becca savored the hand squeezing her ass, loving the sensation as her lips were being spread open. Abigail’s tongue was heavenly, and Becca could not wait to get Abigail’s tongue out of her mouth and onto to her pussy. Abigail broke the kiss, and used both hands to squeeze Becca’s ass, “How about we take this to the locker room with all the other girls. Becca couldn’t even get a word out and stammered out a high-pitched grunt. The two girls stood up and walked towards the locker room, hand in hand…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (pet play) Cheeky cat girl enjoys drinking chocolate milk and getting railed by her master. She doesn’t talk much and mostly communicates in meows, whines and purrs. Always enjoys a good head scratch.
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"content": "&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The bell rang from the kitchen. Tony stood, stretched, and sauntered off to answer the call. Tony was completely naked, as he typically was at home. See, he had a special relationship with his girlfriend, Lucy. Well, girlfriend wasn’t the exact right word, at least not for the relationship between them. Lucy was a catgirl. While she didn’t have fur nor tail, she lived almost exactly as a cat would when in the privacy of their home. She went around naked, except for a tight black collar with a little bell and a nametag; the nametag included Tony’s number, just in case she got out. Lucy also barely spoke. Her conversations had always been limited, but in the privacy of her home, she rarely spoke any words. She communicated how a cat would, meows and purrs. Occasionally she would hiss, but only if Tony really pissed her off. The power of her inflection was impressive, and the bond between the two meant she rarely had to speak to get her needs across. A soft meow and pawing at the fridge meant I’m hungry; a purr and a nuzzle against Tony’s face meant I love you; a hiss after some teasing or an unexpected spank meant fuck you. Many might have found it strange, but for them it worked. Both sexually and romantically.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tony could walk around the house and find Lucy lounging around naked anywhere. His favorite place to find her was in the kitchen and find Lucy on all fours, head in a bowl of milk and naked ass high in the air. Despite being buck naked, this was not an invitation to fuck. Tony didn’t care as it was rare for them to longer than a day or two without sex, or at least oral. However, sometimes walking past Lucy drinking her milk, ass and pussy up and out for the world to see, was too much to handle. In these cases, Tony would pull out his secret weapon: head scratches. His usual method when Lucy was bent over was position himself behind her, pushing his growing member against her pussy. If she didn’t hiss him away, he knew he was ok to continue with his plan. From there, he would lightly scratch her head, ruffling her deep brown hair. When her head was scratched, Lucy’s body was triggered into fits of horniness. Her pussy would get more and more wet, especially as Tony’s dick got harder. Lucy would purr, and her legs would shake as Tony rubbed her clit with his dick. Eventually her purrs would deepen, and a more primal urge would take over. At this Lucy would push her ass harder into Tony, expertly maneuvering her hips to guide Tony’s cock into her now soaking slit. A lot of their sex took place on the kitchen floor. She would continue trying to drink her milk, but it usually just ended spilt all over the floor. Lucy preferred it this way, she loved feeling dirty as she was being fucked from behind. After they finished Lucy would clean herself and the kitchen up, usually by licking the milk right off the floor. Tony would help out with the things Lucy couldn’t reach from the floor. From there, Lucy would usually just continue lounging around the house, and Tony would do whatever he wanted to do.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the bell rang though, that meant it was going to be a good time. Tony and Lucy’s impromptu fuck sessions, stirred by head scratches, were really hot, but they never lasted too long. Tony would dump his cum deep into Lucy’s smooth pussy as soon as possible, without really taking time to finish Lucy off. The bell meant otherwise. The bell meant that Lucy was drinking chocolate milk, instead of her typical 2%. Chocolate milk had become a Pavlovian aphrodisiac for Lucy, and the bell only made that reflex more ingrained. By the time Tony strolled into the kitchen Lucy’s pussy was already dripping wet. Her ass was high into the air, begging for Tony to come put his face into it. She peaked over her shoulder and saw Tony, his 5-inch flaccid cock swinging with every step. She began winking her shaved asshole at him. She meowed in her most seductive inflection. Tony’s dick began to harden, and he reached half-mast as he walked over to her.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hi kitty,” he replied warmly slapping her ass. She let out a pleasured whimper, [ushing her head further into her milk and jiggling her ass at him. She let out a long meow, and Tony took the hint. He slapped her ass harder, leaving a bright red handprint on her thick pale ass. Lucy let out a loud whimper. After another quick spank, Tony tightly gripped Lucy’s ass. He spread her cheeks and peaked around her ass at her holes. Satisfied with the view, he thrust his semi into Lucy’s face, which she obediently took into her mouth. She began expertly sucking his cock, her tongue and timing perfectly sinking up to create an incredibly intoxicating effect. Lucy enjoyed feeling his cock grow bigger in her mouth, and she intensified her blowjob. Now Tony couldn’t help but let out a deep moan. Lucy replied with a garbled meow and even more intense sucking. As Lucy sucked on his cock like her life depended on it, he reached his hand back and began rubbing her pussy from top to bottom. Lucy let out a pathetic whimper, almost unintelligible as she sucked on Tony’s dick so hard. He easily inserted his pointer finger into her soaking slit. Lucy quivered and released Tony’s hard-on from her mouth to let out an exasperated meow. As Tony worked her hole with his fingers Lucy purred. Her eyes closed and she let her face fall into her chocolate milk as pleasure took over her. Now with two fingers in her pussy, Tony positioned himself behind her.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tony desperately thrust his tongue onto Lucy’s asshole. He licked her smooth hole all over, occasionally pushing in. Every time his tongue pushed into her ass Lucy would loudly whine, bubbles coming out in her milk from the half of her face still submerged. He kept rhythmically fingering Lucy’s pussy causing her to drip a pool of pleasure onto the floor. Lucy couldn’t stop meowing and purring, occasionally letting a deep whimper through. Lucy’s body almost violently reacted as Tony moved his tongue down onto her soaking pussy. Lucy couldn’t hold it anymore. Her body was beginning to shake, and a surge of pleasure exploded through her body as an orgasm ripped through her like an earthquake, the epicenter at her clit. After her shaking stopped, her pussy was begging to be filled. Lucy reached back behind her and grabbed Tony’s hand, pulling it from her ass. She lifted her head from the bowl of milk and made intense eye contact with Tony. After lingering for a moment, Lucy let out a tiny meow, her eyes begging Tony to fuck her. Tony stood up and bent over Lucy’s face, giving her a deep and passionate kiss. Lucy tasted her pussy on his tongue and savored the sweetness. \n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pulling away from the kiss, Tony once again positioned himself behind Lucy. Lucy began licking the chocolate milk off the floor, waving her ass around flauntingly at Tony. Tony grabbed her ass in both hands and spread her cheeks far apart. Lucy let out a questioning meow, asking him if he was going all the way. Tony watched as her pussy dripped. She was wet enough that as he pealed her seal apart some of her juice would puddle on the floor. Still lapping away at her milk, Tony grabbed his dick and positioned the tip at the entrance of her drenched hole. Lucy moaned, slightly breaking out her cat persona, but was quick to cover it up with a purr. Tony began pushing in slowly. She was so tight that it was difficult for him to insert himself all the way before his dick was completely lubricated. Tony managed to get his entire 7.5-inch member all the way into Lucy’s hole, his balls lightly resting on her clit. Lucy arched her back, forcing her head into the air. As chocolate milked dripped off her face and hair, she let out a roaring meow. She quickly dropped her head back down into her milk as Tony began fucking her rhythmically. He was still going slow, savoring every inch he could put into her.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tony began increasing his tempo. Lucy’s face was splashing chocolate milk into the floor, making brown puddles all around her head. She was purring quietly, but her volume increased and decreased depending on how deep Tony was inside of her. Tony was now completely controlled by his primal instincts. He began fucking Lucy hard, mesmerized by the ripples on Lucy’s ass as his waist slapped against Lucy’s wide, well-padded ass. Her butthole was winking with every time he inserted himself all the way. Grabbing her ass, Tony yanked her back on his dick, holding her there as his dick completely disappeared inside her. She let out an incredibly loud whine, and almost screamed a meow out as he pushed his thumb into her asshole. Now Lucy was in control, newly reinvigorated by the sensation of being filled in both holes. She thrust against aggressively, almost as if she was trying to milk his dick. Tony sat up a little taller and grabbed Lucy’s hair. He pushed her face into the bowl of chocolate milk as Lucy continued fucking Tony as hard as she could. Tony pulled her head back out and let out a resounding grunt, emptying his balls deep inside of Lucy. Lucy let her head go limp, letting Tony hold her up by her hair. Another wave of deep pleasure rolled through her body as she felt Tony’s seed fill her up. Tony pulled his cock out Lucy’s pussy, letting some cum fall into the puddle of Lucy’s juices already on the floor. Lucy turned around, still dripping milk off her face. She clambered up Tony and knocked him over. She licked all over his face, eventually pushing her lips against his. They kissed passionately, Lucy exploring Tony’s mouth with her tongue.\n\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I love you,” Tony whispered, rubbing Lucy under her chin. Lucy nuzzled up under his chin and purred contently."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The challenge of the game show was to perform despite being constantly modded to be sexier and more sensitive while also being distracted by sexual stimulation. Getting a sexy body was easy, albeit with some... *side effects*. Coming out with the prize money though? Now that was hard!
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"content": "Bet Your Bod!\n\n“Welcome to Bet Your Bod!” A voice announced booming through the studio. “Please give a warm welcome to our host Matthew Carson!”\n\nThe charming host of the show came out smiling and waving to the studio audience. Cheers erupted as the beloved host Matthew walked across the stage wearing a nice suit. Unlike hosts in eras past he had no microphone. In a world where cybernetic augmentation and gene-modification was as common as the air everyone breathed he had long since had the microphone implanted leaving his hands free to wave to the audience. He made a short bow before moving to his podium at the center rear of the stage. A massive screen dominated the right side of the stage and three nervous looking women were on the left each standing at their own less ornate podium.\n\n“Welcome everyone!” Matthew announced as the cheering died down. “Welcome to Bet Your Bod, the first game show where this week our female contestants stake their bodies in a contest to win fabulous cash and prizes! If you’re joining us for the first time let me explain the rules.”\n\nThe screen flashed to an outline of a human female on the screen. Long time viewers knew there was a male version as well but this week’s contestants were female. Matthew gestured at the board and the outline moved to the top center and three categories appeared below it. The first icon showed a brain, the second another female outline, this one running and jumping over a small obstacle before looping back to do it again, and then the last one showed a chair that looked something like a dentist’s chair.\n\n“As all of you likely know, each round the three contestants will participate in a number of challenges,” Matthew explained, gesturing to the three icons at the bottom. “During each round for each challenge they win or question they correctly answer will give them the option of picking a bane or boon! Boons apply mods to the contestant, while banes apply the mods to their opposition.. If they pick boon they also increase the amount of money they will win. If they choose a bane the opposition will receive no increase in winnings but also effected opponents will receive a mod instead.”\n\n“How do mods affect them, you ask?” Matthew said with a smile. “Each mod will alter or enhance the a specified body part, changing it and making it more sensitive and generally speaking more attractive. Combined with our Depraved Distraction Devices this may make it harder for the contestant to continue to answer and succeed in challenges.”\n\n“Here on Bet Your Bod there are three rounds,” Matthew was getting close to the end and the excitement from the crowd and the nervousness of the challengers was coming to a head. “The Knowledge Round, The Physical Round, and for the winner of the first two rounds… The Hot Seat!”\n\nCheers erupted at the announcement of the final round. Clapping, hoots, and hollers could be heard from the mix of men and women making up the live studio audience. With a grin Matthew stepped out from behind the podium as the screen went blank and then replaced it with a large icon representing the Knowledge Round, but didn’t change further as he walked toward the contestants. When the noise died down he smiled, turning toward the audience.\n\n“Now let’s meet the lovely ladies who are our contestants this week,” Matthew said and a faint flicker of his eyes would tell a careful observer he was reading some info off an implanted data lens. “Vanessa! You are 36, a mother of two beautiful children and married to your husband Todd, isn’t that right?”\n\n“Y-yes Matt,” Vanessa smiled nervously, her short brown hair had obviously been styled by the makeup artists backstage and her slightly pudgy face had been highlighted to it’s best advantage by those same crew members. She waved to one of the floating drone cameras. “Hi honey! Don’t worry I’m going to win it all!”\n\n“I assume you have no existing mods?” Matthew said with a fake but charming grin. “A woman like you seems like a natural beauty.”\n\nIt was flattery. Vanessa was probably once quite attractive and she still wasn’t ugly or unattractive at all, but in a world where mods and gene splicing could give people a fantasy body she seemed a bit plain, and two kids had left her slightly overweight though not to the point of obesity by any means. She smiled and shook her head.\n\n“No sir,” Vanessa replied, grinning and waving to the audience that began to cheer. “A total mod virgin!”\n\nVanessa blushed while she said that last part, it was a common phrase on the show, but she was still embarrassed to be saying it on a show that her family and neighbors might watch. She was glad her kids weren’t old enough to watch the adults only show yet and was already dreading them finding out about it later, but the money was too good to pass up and they needed it badly. Matt shook her hand and moved on.\n\n“Kimberly,” The host’s wide smile glistened as he took the second contestant’s hand and shook it. “You are a college student studying medicine and gene therapy at Stanford! Wow, that is a very difficult university to attend isn’t it?”\n\n“Difficult and expensive,” The young woman of Asian descent answered with a smile. Her bright eyes were intelligent. Unlike the mother of two she had a thin athletic body that was in good shape. There was no excess weight on her frame and she looked like the type who jogged daily. Her straight black hair hung down just past her shoulder blades and she was probably a few inches shorter than the other two contestants. “But the best in the country as far as I’m concerned!”\n\nWhen the woman threw up her arms the crowd answered with a mix of cheers and boos. Still Matthew was pleased with the high energy and let the crowd go on for a bit before addressing Kimberly again.\n\n“Well, I’m sure your brain will come in handy in this contest! And you do look like you’re in good physical shape too!” The other two contestants glanced at her nervously. While book smarts was no guarantee that a contestant could win, being athletic sometimes helped. The show strove to make everything even in that regard but still being used to and comfortable in your own body was something that could provide an edge.\n\n“And… Rayna! Last but certainly not least!” Matthew smiled and took her hand and shook it as he walked up to the blonde. She was fit enough, perhaps not as athletic as Kimberly but still in better shape than Vanessa. The bustiest of the three she still wasn’t top heavy. She wore heavier makeup and her blonde hair had been styled in wavy ringlets. “I understand you are an aspiring dancer and the only one of our contestants with an existing mod?”\n\n“Yes sir,” Rayna replied with a wink and wrinkled her nose as she pulled her lips back in a wide grin. As she turned toward the audience she extended an impossibly long tongue and licked the tip of her nose before extending it further. The flexible muscle extended well beyond human norms and seemed fully under her control. This drew shouts and cheers that died down quickly when she withdrew it and began to speak. “And as for dancing, I’m going to be entering the adult entertainment industry, so I can’t lose!”\n\n“Well everyone likes that confidence!” Matthew said with a grin as he turned away from the contestants and headed back towards the podium. “Now ladies, as you likely already know, just for participating in our little show you each get to pick one mod or enhancement as a little show of our appreciation. I know you’ve all put extensive thought into the matter. So let’s see who goes first…”\n\nThe screen cycled through the three women’s names, starting out faster than most humans could register and slowing gradually. Then with a stomping sound the cycle rolled to a halt and showed a name.\n\n“Rayna!” Matthew announced cheerfully. “What is going to be your first mod?”\n\n“Breasts!” Rayna said to a mixed reaction from the crowd even though the blonde was grinning. It was a controversial first choice as most women wanted to save their breasts from being modded for as long as possible because it mostly seemed inevitable. However Rayna didn’t seem to hesitate and as her chair wrapped her ankles and wrists in restraints she was still smiling. Then two long arms extended from the ceiling, holding syringes at the end. As the needles pierced her nipples they passed through the thin fabric of the contestant’s uniform. Rayna let out a gasp but watched in fascination as they emptied their contents into her chest.\n\nEveryone was paying rapt attention to the blonde’s chest as the needles and arms withdrew. For a moment nothing happened then slowly at first but growing in speed the flesh began to grow. Where before Rayna had a pair of nice shapely B cups they quickly ballooned up past C before settling into a range somewhere at the upper limit of D or perhaps even double D. Rayna seemed pleased and the audience was cheering as the new assets strained the stretchy uniform that she had been given for just this sort of occasion.\n\n“Very nice! I assume you chose those because of your career?” Matthew said, giving insight to some of the still confused audience members. It made sense that if she came out with nothing else the adult performer would want a free mod that gave her part of what she wanted. Rayna nodded. “A good choice then! Alright… who’s next.”\n\n“Weight!” Vanessa announced as the machine selected her next. Matthew nodded and a similar process took over restraining Vaness before a tube extended and moved towards Vanessa’s mouth. Obediently opening the tube thrust down her throat slowly, given the predilections of the show's audience it was an almost lewd sight. A thick green liquid was then pumped directly into her stomach and the cheering crowd was greeted to a close up shot of her throat pulsing with each pump of the goo. The tube withdrew and the behind the scenes crew intentionally let some of the goo dribble on Vanessa’s chin.\n\n(Part 1/?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she and her wife both wanted to be pregnant, she decided the most fun way would be to have her best friend impregnate them both...
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"content": "[[ The female characters depicted here are performing porn-for-men. This bears little to no resemblance to real sex / intimacy between two women, even with a man present ... ... *but* (hopefully) it's hawt, soooooo... ]]\n\n\n\nVeruca watched, sipping her wine as Ron settled nervously into the couch. \"And you're both sure?\", he asked again.\n\n\n\nAlyssa laughed, a bit more ... high pitched, than normal. Veruca could tell her wife was a little drunk, and feeling a little amorous. \"**Fuck** yeah,\" Alyssa purred. \"I mean, gonna need somebody's help. Insemination is too damned expensive,\" Veruca nodded, as Alyssa continued. \"Besides, I don't mind a cock,\" she giggled.\n\n\n\nVeruca sipped at the wine again, more deeply, as Alyssa set her hand on Veruca's cheek. \"She's nervous though,\" Alyssa said, then turned to look back at Ron. \"Rue's never fucked a guy.\"\n\n\n\nRon involuntarily glanced at Veruca. She felt herself nod lightly. \"Rue, if you're...,\" he started.\n\n\n\n\"Naw, you get first dibs, Stud,\" Veruca snarled. \"**Only** dibs. If Lyzzie's cock worked, we wouldn't be here.\" Alyssa laughed, and Ron chuckled nervously. \"Naw, it's good. I'll focus on Lyzzie, you, uh, get me did, it'll be good. Then you and Lizzy can, like, I dunno. Do your thing,\" Veruca said, with a wave. Alyssa snorted, and shook her head. Ron didn't seem reassured.\n\n\n\n\"Don't worry about her,\" Alyssa purred, leaning in, and kissing the side of Ron's lips. \"She'll get into it,\" she added, and then kissed Ron on the lips.\n\n\n\nVeruca nodded, as she downed her wine. Alyssa pulled herself onto Ron's lap. Ron set his hands on Alyssa's hips, squeezing lightly. From her location on the loveseat, Veruca watched. She felt a pleasant, warm sensation - not the wine! - moving over her. Watching Alyssa make out with Ron was ... ... she could enjoy this.\n\n\n\nAs Alyssa kissed Ron, Veruca heard a murmur from Alyssa; her delightful little noise, the adorable one that she made when she was getting *turned on*. Veruca licked her lips,and shifted towards the pair of them making out, as Ron's hands shifted to Alyssa's back, pressing her smaller, softer body against his larger, firmer one.\n\n\n\nVeruca ran her hands up Alyssa's back - and took Ron's hands in her. She heard a low groan - baritone - from Ron; almost more of a growl - as Veruca slipped Ron's hands up beneath Alyssa's slip, and planted them on Alyssa's buttocks, as Alyssa moaned.\n\n\n\nAlyssa looked over at Veruca. \"...is that how this is gonna go?\" Alyssa moaned, as Ron squeezed at Veruca's wife, his lips moving to kiss at her neck. \"You're just gonna be the director, over there?\"\n\n\n\nVeruca locked eyes with Alyssa, and Alyssa let her eyelids close, then open, slowly - their private code, stolen from their cats, for, \"I trust you - I love you\". Veruca's eyes drifted closed, and open as well, and then Alyssa nodded to her, very lightly.\n\n\n\n\"Kiss him,\" Veruca instructed. Alyssa turned her head, and vigorously pressed her lips against Ron, making an urgent, pleading moan, as Ron made a pleasantly surprised moan. Veruca heard herself pant.\n\n\n\n\"Oh, nice,\" Veruca moaned. She reached out, and slipped her hand into Ron's and squeezed; he squeezed in response, and Veruca took that as approval. \"... I love the way you look when you're getting all wound up.\" Veruca hesitated, trying not to let that trepidation slip into her voice, as she said, \"Is he hard yet?\"\n\n\n\nRon nodded as Alyssa rutted against him; Alyssa then nodded herself. Veruca replied with, \"Tell me.\"\n\n\n\n\"He's hard, lover,\" Alyssa purred. \"I can feel it through his pants. It's been three years, but my pussy's just ... throbbing.\"\n\n\n\nVeruca stroked Alyssa's red hair. \"You're gonna like feeling his cock inside you, aren't you?\" Alyssa whined, and nodded. \"Yeah. Look at you! You're already practically crawling out of your skin,\" she smiled. To Ron, Veruca spoke firmly. \"Get her shirt off. She gets wetter when you play with her tits,\" and Alyssa gasped, and nodded; it was true, she did.\n\n\n\nRon tugged the sweater over Alyssa's head, revealing her bare upper body, pale and slim. He firmly took hold of her breasts, cupping her overflowing teacups-sized breasts, letting them fill his palms. Alyssa squeaked, as he trapped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Veruca ran the fingernails of her right hand up her lover's spine, resting the left on her upper thigh. Ron's bulge; the raised outcropping in his jeans that *must* have been his cock - was just a few inches from Veruca's hand. \n\n\nShe moved her hand closer, to cup Alyssa's pussy, and feel the heat - even through Alyssa's underwear. Veruca leaned up to Alyssa's ear, and nibbled on the lobe, before moaning, \"Your pussy is *hot*. I can feel it, like an oven. You're all warm, ready for a big load of cum in there, aren't you? Ready to start *baking* something in here,\" she murmured into her lover's ear.\n\n\n\nAlyssa responded with fevered nodding, and panting \"**Yes!**\" Veruca chuckled to herself. She reached her hand up into Alyssa's red hair, and took a clump of it between her fingers. Alyssa gasped. Veruca moved her hand from her lover's scorching pussy, down to her own jeans, which she unbuttoned. Veruca tugged on Alyssa's hair. \"Get off,\" she asked, her voice honey. \"Come on, off off\", she repeated. Veruca then turned towards Ron, who looked at her, confused, as Alyssa's breasts were pulled out of his hands.\n\n\n\nVeruca stood up, and shimmied, dropping her jeans to the floor. \"Get your cock out,\" she instructed Ron, as she let go of Alyssa's hair. She turned back to Alyssa, and the two kissed; Veruca set a hand on Alyssa's hip, and pulled her willowy, taller, *gorgeous* partner over against her. They locked eyes again, and Alyssa smiled, wickedly. Veruca could hear her heart, *pounding* in her chest.\n\n\n\nShe looked back at Ron. He was seated on the couch, still - again? He was pantsless; his cock *stood*, full and tall, up at a sixty degree angle from his lap. Veruca grabbed her wineglass, and downed the rest.\n\n\n\"Let's do this,\" she said, out loud, to herself. Then to Ron, she said, \"Fuck like you *mean* it. Get in, get 'er done, and get out.\" Ron snorted, but nodded.\n\n\nFor the first time in a very, very long time, Veruca climbed onto a man's lap. She reached down, past her soft, squeezable belly, and used her fingers to part her pussy lips ... while she saw Alyssa's hand take hold of Ron's cock, from between her legs.\n\n\nVeruca panted, and reached for Alyssa's hand. She clung to it, as nervousness moved through her ... and she locked eyes with Ron. \"It'll be okay,\" he murmured. Veruca snorted, but he said it again - \"*it'll be okay*\". She swallowed, and nodded.\n\n\nAlyssa guided the head of Ron's cock, up against Veruca's slit; not *in*, not *through*, but ... ...balanced. Parting her lips. It felt ... warm, and firm, and good; like a really good, really expensive feeldo, preheated in warm water.\n\n\nAlyssa set her hands on Veruca's hips, and Ron ran his hands along her sides - which felt surprisingly nice, and very comforting.\n\n\nAlyssa pushed Veruca's hips *down*, twice - the first time, softly, letting Ron push just in, just the tip, just the head ... then, **firmly**, and ...\n\n\n\n... he was *inside* her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bad news? The D&D style adventuring party is flat broke. Good news? The potions shop is buying cum for “virility” potions. And these magic condoms hold a *lot* more than they expected.
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"content": "Petraeus the satyr bard squirmed, lying on his back on a tilted bed, humping the air as he rubbed his shaft, blind to everything but the scene in front of him; a pair of buxom elven maidens, shamelessly kissing, groping and rubbing each other, moaning with pleasure. \nJust out of sight, Ardelia the sorceress quietly waved her hands in arcane gestures and muttered under her breath, carefully maintaining and directing the pornographic illusion that was currently entracing the satyr. \n&nbsp; \nMordek the orcish barbarian wheezed and gasped for air as a knee slammed into his balls, pre-cum trickling down his legs. Bound spread-eagled between two poles, blindfolded and locked in a chokingly tight collar, he could do nothing to protect himself from the cruel whipping and beating his partner was inflicting upon him; a thought that made the orc's cock all the harder. \nThe gnoll ranger, Sabor, stalked around the bound orc, a paw fondling his tented loincloth as he contemplated where next to strike with his whip. The gnoll was gleefully sadistic, Mordek was utterly masochistic, and orcs were exceptionally pain tolerance and resistant to injury. They would both enjoy this. \n&nbsp; \nSs'sek the lizardfolk druid started to thrust into the breeding mount faster and faster as his hormones took control, driving him into a lustful frenzy. Sharp claws dug into the mount's leather and held on tight, the reptilian's jaws clamping down on what he imagined to be a thick-scaled female's shoulder, violently grappling at the mount as he pumped his seed into it again and again. \nCaiden, cleric, rubbed his chin in concern as Ss'sek savaged the breeding mount in a lust-filled haze, evidently forgetting it didn't have the natural armor of a lizardfolk female. He had been saving his magic to provide healing spells to make the potions, but now it seemed he'd be using it to repair damages instead... \nSidling up to Caiden, the potion shop proprietor took one look at the situation and nodded, \"Hmm...be a good lad, run down to Bondisar's Saddlery and ask for a muzzle and mitts, for a juvenile wyvern. Tell him to put it on my bill, he'll get the picture.\" \n&nbsp; \n(Not perfectly on target for the prompt, but it's what came to mind.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It embarrassed her to admit that she was part succubus. Once she did though, she really couldn't hide her insatiable craving for cum...
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"content": ">!Not porn... not even sure if it fulfils the prompt.!<\n\nLisa shone her torch around the corner, peering into the black. Shadows of scaffolding played along the buildings across the alley, windows glowed with the flashing colors of televisions behind curtains.\r \n“Nothing’s there, don’t dodge the question.” said Mark.\r \n“I’m not 100% human, that’s why I have a tail.” said Lisa.\r \n“Well I guessed you’re non human but what are you.” pressed Mark.\r \n“Jeez Mark, you can’t just say ‘what are you’” said Simon while blowing smoke into a high ploom above them.\r \n“Well… how would you ask?”\r \nLisa wanted to shrink back away from the conversation but Simon turned to her and flicked the cigarette off the roof's edge. \r \n“Lisa, I couldn’t help but admire your lovely tail. I’m a bit of an ignorant ass when it comes to such things…” he gave Mark a pointed glance. “...and was wondering it’s origins… That’s how you ask, you uncultured… Seriously Mark, you give henchmen a bad name.”\r \nMark rolled his eyes and turned to Lisa, he made no effort to even look like he was keeping watch for intruders.\r \n“Yeah… pretend I said all of that.”\r \nLisa scrunched her nose but could see Mark wasn’t going to drop it.\r \n“I’m partially demonic on my mothers side.”\r \n“Oh! That’s cool, I reckon I have a bit of demon in me too, sometimes I get really angry and feel like im… like on fire you know.”\r \nSimon shared a glance with Lisa. Guard duty was not her favourite of the tasks she received. Simon made a come hither motion to Mark with two fingers. The target knocked a cigarette loose from his pack and passed it to the chainsmoker.\r \n“Can you light his smoke with your demon powers?”\r \n“Not that kind of demon.”\r \n“What kin… I mean… Lucy, I’m ignorant in the demon stuff… can you tell me what kind of demon you are, um… please?”\r \n“The man learns.” said Simon while pocketing his lighter.\r \n“I’m part… It’s a descendent of Asmodeus.”\r \nSimon turned, the spark in his eyes told her he understood his demonology.\r \n“Yeah Asmodoos, I should have guessed… It all makes sense now.”\r \n“She is part succubus.”\r \n“What! For real? Huh, does that mean… I mean… shit how do you ask ‘those’ questions politely?”\r \n“You don't.” said Simon, stealing the words from Lucy’s mouth.\r \n“So you like sex, a lot… that’s cool. Me too, nothing weird about that. I don’t trust someone who doesn't like getting their rocks off.” said Mark while maintaining eye contact with Simon.\r \nLucy rolled her shoulders and checked the pistol on her hip for the 8th time. The silence dragged on while they occasionally cast their narrow torch beams around.\r \n“So would you have sex with anyone or are you still picky?” asked Mark, breaking the silence.\r \n“There it is.” said Simon.\r \n“No, I’m still picky when it comes to people and the activity.”\r \n“So… the boss?”\r \n“Ofcourse.”\r \n“Really?”\r \n“He is a Super Villain, he says jump, I ask when I have permission to come back down.”\r \nMark eyed Simon questioningly.\r \n“I wouldn’t suck him off… but I would jump if asked.”\r \n“You bought all that ‘new world’ stuff eh?”\r \n“I think he cares enough to break the law to do what needs doing.”\r \nLucy shrugged at Simon’s rosy view of the boss.\r \n“I’m not fussed by all that better world stuff. I follow him because he commands obedience. Why do you do it?”\r \nMark grimaced. “Got kids… don’t know about a better world but the pay means a better life for them. He is paying on time so I ‘jump’... or in this case, stand on a roof for 6 hours.”\r \n“So we are all more or less loyal, we should probably be doing our actual jobs then.” said Lucy, casting her torch around and freezing still.\r \nCold sweat, a shiver prickling down her skin as the shadowy figure flinched in the torch light.\r \nMark’s hand lowered onto Lucy’s shoulder. “I d-don’t see anything, y-you don’t either right?”\r \nLucy couldn’t speak… couldn’t move. Mark’s hand lowered slowly and he stepped around in front of her, turning his back on the shadowy figure. “It must have been the wind.” he said sternly. Lucy looked up to see Mark, his face white, breathing heavily. The shadow moved around Mark, hugging the wall, sharp edges and a glint of steel in the Heroes hand.\r \n“I th-thought I saw something but I didn’t.” said Lucy, summoning all her courage to not watch it pass out of sight.\r \nMark’s eyes glanced past Lucy and he mouthed ‘no’ before wincing. There was a wet sound and the slump of something falling to the floor. Alarms began to blare and gunfire erupted inside the building.\r \nLucy followed Mark, turning to find Simon, hand still pressed to the alarm and unmoving, he slumped down slowly and fell apart."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Some new take on the Bimbo Flu - Looking for prompts
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"content": "The world was a paradise, all your needs satisfied, no reason to stress, infinite leisure time. You could lounge around and be merry. Life had progressed past the need to think or care.\n\nThat is until one day, a terrible disease was discovered. One that caused the infected to start shedding all those beautiful pounds of curves and muscle and to suddenly become starkly aware of the failing of their utopic life. It was known only as the Brainiac Flu and it threatened their very way of life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Please rate and critique the sex scene I wrote for the fanfic I am writing.
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"content": "It's OK. Some things feel implausible, but could be OK as long as you make the rules of your universe clear.\n\nAs for the sex, I think you want to add a bit more exploration to the beginning. Even two experienced adults having sex for the first time with each other would be a little shy about getting naked and would be more curious about what the other looked like.\n\nIt would also make the sex hotter if you described what each physically experiences -- both in terms of what they see of the other person's body and how they respond to certain stimuli. The buildup is a key part of a sex scene and you should slow things down and get more detailed from the moment clothes start getting taken off to the first penetration. You want the reader to be able to imagine everything from the shade of her skin, size of her breasts, little hairs below her belly-button, and more. By the time penis meets vagina, I should be able to close my eyes and paint a clear mental picture of what each looks like.\n\nThe repeated thrusting is relatively less important than the first part.\n\nI should have asked sooner, but some questions:\n\n1. What are their ages?\n2. How much sexual experience does she have?\n3. What is the role of women in this universe?\n\nLet me know if you have questions about any of my notes or if you need examples of anything.\n\nNow, here are some inline notes:\n\n \n> \"Well madam, the lady has spoken.\" \n\nIs it in-character for the madam of the house to remain quiet? Or would she feel like she'd have to offer a mild blessing: \"All right, my daughter. Do what you must.\"\n\n\n> He kisses her hand and speaks, \"I don't think we've been properly introduced....\"\n\nDid you explain elsewhere how they haven't been introduced, but he was able to buy her?\n\n\n> Redd works her bony fingers on the laces of her corset that has been constricting her breathing then tosses them on the floor.\n\nIt seems like there should be some reaction from her when removing something that was \"constricting her breathing.\"\n\n\n> She continues to remove her dress, only leaving her necklace around her neck.\n\nShe seems nonchalant for being fully nude. Does this need explanation?\n\nAnd would the pirate remain silent?\n\n\n> \"My leg?\" He says finishing her sentence. \"Whaling accident, an orca.\" he rubs the stump where his calf should have been.\n\nA couple things, if it matters:\n\n* Orca weren't hunted\n* Whaling captains were in charge of the ship, but the specksnyder or 1st mate's harpooner would have been the highest ranking officer who would have a reasonable chance of death.\n\nOf course, it's totally possible that they'd hunt an orca if they had nothing better to do and an unlucky captain could have been at the absolute worst place at the wrong time.\n\n\n> His hand moves toward her breast, pinching her nipples between his fingers while his kisses moves toward the other breast, the thick bristles of his facial hair brushes on her skin, tickling her, sending chills down her spine all the way to her excited slit\n\nYou need to have described her breasts before this action. You probably should have described her entire body when she got naked for the first time. The pirate probably would have taken stock of her whole body, she would have felt shy about some parts and confident about other parts.\n\n\n> His kisses slowly move further down to her tummy and her navel until his lips find her other lips. He moves her legs over his shoulder giving him better access to her cunt. He begins licking her slip, his facial hair brushes against her clit. Her hands are on top of his head, urging him to kiss her pussy more. He let the tip of his tongue enter her pussy, sending her to stronger pleasure. Her thighs tightly clamp on his head with every stroke of his tongue. His intrusive tongue plays with her cunt that is now soaked with her own juice and his saliva. With her hands pulling his hair tight, her toes curling as she reaches her climax.\n\nFor greater effect, slow the pace here.\n\nIt seems like he's trying to pleasure her so he'd make note of her facial expressions or gauge whether she's ready for him to move on\n\nAlso, that's a pretty quick orgasm\n\n\n> He presses his thick cock against her soft pussy lips. With one thrust he plunges his fat cock inside her. Redd shrieks in surprise. He drops his weight on top of her, the pair locked in a tight embrace. His hips continue to thrust against her hips, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his balls making audible smacks against her ass.\n\nDoes she have thoughts about seeing a cock for, presumably, the first time? Does she have thoughts about the size of his cock -- apprehension, excitement?\n \n\n> \"Lass, you're in luck. I just so happen to be in search of an officer,\" He responds to her requests. \"...but I would like to see how well you are with a sword. I have to make sure that you can defend yourself if you must. Tomorrow, you have to show me what you're capable of.\"\n\nIs he serious here? Would it be normal for a young woman to be made officer on a pirate ship?\n\n\n> Her tongue rolls around its head, trying her best to give him his well-deserved head, her drool pooling on his crotch, his one hand guiding her head. She takes her mouth off his cock and works her hand along the shaft, her mouth sucking on his hairy balls. \n\nHow is she this skillful?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Happy 18th birthday son," said your parents as they pull into the Cum Slut Emporium. "You're finally old enough for your very own Cum Slut! Let's take some for a test drive!" You can't wait!
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"content": "I am not necessarily proud of this, lol, and I apologize to anyone who is triggered. No kitty girls were harmed in the writing of this story.\n\n\\------\n\n“Mom, it’s soooo embarrassing.” Seth whines, stuffing his hands into the front pocket of his oversized hoodie and looking at the ground, hiding his face behind the brim of his ultra-cool black felt fedora.\r \n\r \n“Come on, Sport. It’s a tradition.” His dad, (Mr. Chad to his golfing buddies), pats him on the back, while Seth’s Mom bites her lip with unease. \r \n\r \n“I don’t know honey, do you think he’s ready? We could wait until next year.” \r \n\r \n“No way,” His dad replies with a note of finality. “Cockington men always get their first cum slut on their 18th birthday. It’s what I did. It’s what my father did. And it’s what my boy is going to do.” \r \n\r \n“Ok, ok.” Seth’s mother sighs, throwing up her hands. She reaches for Seth’s arm and pulls him forward. “Come on, I’m sure it’ll be ok, and it’ll make your dad happy, alright?”\r \n\r \nSeth, never much for standing up for himself, gives in immediately, with his father falling into step close behind.\r \n\r \nThe trio enter the double doors and are immediately assaulted by a cacophony of sounds, sights, and, yeah, smells. Decades ago, cum sluts had had to be pulled from the local population and trained up by regional proctors of the Cum Council, but nowadays, Cum-Sluts-R-Us offers the very best cum slut options from across the world at discount prices. \r \n\r \nSeth’s dad looks around smiling, “You kids today really don’t know how good you’ve got it. My first slut was a widower from the next town over…” His eyes fade as some memory overtakes him. “Although Ido still miss Miriam.”\r \n\r \nThe interior mostly resembles any other big box store - scuffed white floors, industrial ceilings and row after row of shelving. The difference is that these shelves are filled with plexiglass cubes, each holding a bed, a stool, and small tv.\r \n\r \nSeth scans the cubes closest to him and blushes bright red. Fat ones, tall ones, redheads, and bald, the shelves hold every conceivable variation that a growing boy could want in a cum slut. Looking for a chubby southern girl with an accent and a penchant for swearing? Aisle 12. How about an ebony-skinned goddess with a bit of a dom streak? Right on over on Aisle 3. Into tattooed girls with mohawks and a face full of chrome? There’s a 2 for 1 special on Aisle 23. \r \n\r \nSeth nearly yelps when he realizes his mother is calling his name.\r \n\r \n“Seth? Did you hear the young lady’s question?” \r \n\r \n“Huh, what?”\r \n\r \nHis eyes discover a new face in front of him, and the red on his cheeks returns. \r \n\r \n“Hi Seth, I asked what kind of cum slut you’re looking for?”\r \n\r \nSeth stumbles over his words. He knows this girl. Her name is Emily. They both graduated from Brockton High last year, but he’d always been too afraid to talk to her. She must have gotten a job at Cum-Sluts-R-Us after graduation just to embarrass guys like him. \r \n\r \nFucking femiNazi he thinks bitterly to himself. \r \n\r \n“Um...I don’t know.” His speaking voice is timid and childlike, forcing his mom, dad, and Emily to all lean in to listen. “Maybe...a waifu.”\r \n\r \n“A Wa-Fu?” Mr. Chad asks befuddled, “What the fuck is that?”\r \n\r \nHis mother reacts in shock, giving up a gasp that brings her hand to her mouth. “He’s a neck beard!”\r \n\r \n“Now, now.” Emily tries to regain control of the conversation as Seth shrinks in horror and his parents near meltdown. \r \n\r \n“How did we not see it before! The piss bottles by the bed, all the time on Reddit! It was so obvious!” Seth’s dad shakes his head in shame, as mom fights back tears.\r \n\r \n“It’s really nothing to worry about. Plenty of young men grow out of these awkward stages, and actually, the right cum slut can really help. In fact…” Emily consults the Ipad she’s holding, thumbing through a few inventory screens before looking back up, “Ah ha! Yep, I’ve got just the perfect thing, follow me!”\r \n\r \nWith a wave over her shoulder, Emily takes off down a row to the left. Still distraught, mom and dad follow, leaving Seth to slink along several pieces behind. \r \n\r \nAs they walk, Seth can’t help but peer into the plexi-glass cubes all around him. In many, the occupants are clearly bored and waiting. A few type away on phones or lie on the bed watching tv. Some are more active in attracting a buyer, rubbing their unclad bottoms or breasts against the clear plastic. One particularly endowed goth girl catches Seth’s attention, and he’s so absorbed in the sight of her milky, pale breasts that he nearly bowls his mother over, bumping into her from behind where Emily has stopped halfway down an aisle. \r \n\r \n“Ta da!” She exclaims, gesturing to the cube on her right. \r \n\r \nTogether, the family turns to see what Emily has picked out and are collectively underwhelmed.\r \n\r \nWhere other cubes feature bare flesh and ample sexual endowments, this slut is wearing a french maid outfit and is flat chested. Even stranger, she appears to be wearing cat ears and is kneeling in the center of her cube, as if waiting for instruction. \r \n\r \n“I present Kiku! She’s actually one of the first of her type. We’ve been getting more and more requests from nec… I mean, um, lonely young men for a particular kind of cum slut and our best trainers have delivered.” \r \n\r \nSeth steps closer to the glass and as he does, Kiku’s eyes rise to meet his own. \r \n\r \n“What is your name, sir?”\r \n\r \nSeth whispers, “Seth”, his voice cracking.\r \n\r \n“Hello, Seth-san. I am Kiku. I am pleased to meet you very much.” Seth’s breath fogs up the glass as he leans closer. \r \n\r \nEmily continues, “Kiku is a little different than most of our cum sluts, but I think she’s going to be just what Seth is looking for. Seth, do you want to give her a little test drive?”\r \n\r \nSeth can only nod, watching Kiku slowly rise from her kneeling position, as Emily keys a button on her iPad and the front of Kiku’s pod swings free. As she steps out, approaching Seth slowly, he notices that she’s barefoot, adorable pink toes with a French manicure, and that she’s noticeably shorter than he is.\r \n\r \nShe steps close, rising on tiptoes, to kiss his cheek and offering the scent of cherry blossoms in Spring."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The hypnosis meant that wearing her glasses actually turned her *into* a bimbo, which was slightly awkward, considering that she needed them to see...
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"content": "\"Glasses make a person look smart, right?\" Tim's voice said, slowly entering her consciousness.\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" Stacy said from far away.\n\n\"But that must mean that a person who is wearing glasses is actually dumber than they look?\"\n\nStacy considered this for a few moments. It was so hard to think when she was in this relaxed state - it was so much easier to just accept Tim's words.\n\n\"Yes,\" she finally admitted.\n\n\"So, when you wear glasses, it must be the case that you're dumber than you look. Whenever you put on glasses, you'll become a total bimbo.\"\n\n\"Dumber wearing glasses,\" Stacy said slowly.\n\n\"That's right. What'll happen when you put on glasses from now on?\"\n\n\"I'll become a bimbo.\"\n\n\"Good, now I want you to slowly wake up as I count backwards from 10. When I say 1, you'll be wide awake.\"\n\n\\* \\* \\* \nStacy blinked awake, feeling her muscles relaxed. She loved it when her boyfriend hypnotized her. It was the only thing that relaxed her these days. Having the weight of the world on her shoulders was just more manageable with his suggestions.\n\n\"Thank you so much for that!\" Stacy said. \"Now, I've got to go write my doctoral thesis for a bit.\"\n\n\"Don't forget your glasses!\" Tim said.\n\nStacy smiled at her boyfriend, and walked over to the room that had doubled as the workout room and the office recently. She sat down, slipped on her glasses and looked down at the ever-growing document that was her doctoral thesis.\n\nShe couldn't make heads or tails of it.\n\nShe flipped through the pages, and realized that she couldn't understand any of the data she had collected, or half the words she was using.\n\nIt was actually starting to give her a bit of a head-ache trying to wrap her head around everything. She took her glasses off, and rubbed her eyes.\n\nAnd, suddenly.\n\nIt was like a light went off in her head!\n\nShe knew exactly what she needed to write next. She formulated the sentence in her head, and then put on her glasses in order to start typing.\n\nAnd just like that, it was like the thought was snatched out of her head.\n\nShe completely lost her train of thought.\n\n\"What's, like, happening!\" she whined. \"I totes knew what I was gonna write, but now it's, like, gone!\"\n\nShe kept her fingers on the keyboard, trying to wrack her brain and remember, but it just wasn't coming. She flipped idly through her thesis again, hoping to refresh her memory, but it just wasn't working.\n\nFinally, she had to admit that today just wasn't a good day for thesis writing. She stood up, and went back to Tim.\n\n\"Hey,\" she said. \"I'm bored, and my thesis is totally not happening today. I think I could use some retail therapy. Do you want to go to the mall?\"\n\nTim looked up from his tablet. \"Sounds good to me!\"\n\nWhile Tim drove, Stacy admired herself in the mirror.\n\n\"Hey, Tim,\" Stacy said. \"Do you think my boobies are big enough?\"\n\nTim glanced over at her. \"I think they're great. Why?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" Stacy said, biting her lip. \"It's just like, I'm looking at my boobies, and I don't know if they're big enough to give you a boob job or whatever.\" She squeezed her boobs together trying to picture his cock between them, but spacial reasoning was hard and she couldn't tell if they were big enough.\n\nTim smiled. \"Why don't we test that out later?\"\n\n\"Promise?\" Stacy said hopefully.\n\n\"I promise!\"\n\n\"Yay!\" Stacy said, clapping and jumping in her seat.\n\nTim had to use all his self control not to glance over at how her movement made her breasts jiggle.\n\nThey arrived at the mall, and Stacy made a bee line for the nearest clothing story. Tim was following close behind.\n\nStacy grabbed armfuls of clothes to try out in the dressing room. When she got there, the door said that they only allowed seven garments into the dressing rooms. Stacy looked down, and thought she probably had a lot more than seven. She slowly counted out seven outfits, and gave Tim the rest to hold, and started trying things on.\n\nShe came out in some booty shorts and tube top.\n\nTim oggled her, and she loved the attention he was giving her.\n\n\"You like?\" she said, twirling for him.\n\n\"Very much,\" Tim said. \"Although, you'd look so much better without your glasses.\"\n\nStacy smiled alluringly at him, and took her glasses off.\n\nThen she blinked a few times, and realized what she was wearing.\n\n\"Oh my gosh!\" she said. \"I wouldn't be caught dead in something like this. Why'd you even suggest this outfit, Tim?\"\n\nThe blurry outline of Tim shrugged. \"You picked this outfit yourself. You said something about how your 'boobies would look super cute in this.'\"\n\n\"That doesn't sound right!\" Stacy said. But she could remember having said something like that.\n\nShe tried to use her hands to cover herself up, as she groped her way back to the dressing rooms. But she was blind enough without her glasses that this was more difficult than it was worth. She put them back on, and suddenly-\n\n\"Why was I so worried?\" Stacy said, looking at her reflection. \"I look super sexy!\"\n\n\"Yes, you do,\" Tim agreed.\n\nStacy tried on several other outfits, and ended up walking away with a ton of cute new looks. She ended up getting a super cute pedicure and manicure, and was proudly walking around in one of the skimpy outfits she had picked out.\n\n\"We should totes do this more often!\" Stacy said. \"I can't remember the last time I've gone clothes shopping.\"\n\n \"Your wardrobe is quite utilitarian,\" Tim agreed.\n\n\"You-til-a-what?\" Stacy pouted. \"You can't use such big words with me, it's no fair!\"\n\nTim nodded, \"I'll be more careful about that in the future.\" \n\n\n**Part (1/2)**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hehe, it’s a good thing she can’t read my mind, cause I can’t stop thinking about everything I want to do with her. “Actually, my race is telepathic…”
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"content": "Took this one in a slightly different direction, as I'm prone to doing with prompts. Enjoy.\n\n***\n\nAstel was bored. She was so bored that her usually bright-blue mood-tone had faded to a dull grey-white, matching the color-scheme of the movie.\n\nThe supposedly thrilling action scene played out in stilted, cliche beats that she'd seen a hundred times before, and probably would a hundred more. The characters were predictable, rash and stupid, and she just wished they'd die, so that the movie could end and she could leave without having to walk out on her friends.\n\nShe glanced around at the people around her, looking for something, anything, more interesting than the cinema screen. Her friends were lined up to her right, stuffing their faces with popcorn, more or less taking the movie as an excuse to zone out of reality. To her left was the aisle, nothing interesting there either.\n\nShe turned her head further around, farther than a human neck would be able to go, so that she could clearly see the people sitting behind her. The seat immediately behind her was empty now, the large brown-haired woman and her partner having seemingly abandoned the movie. It was in the next seat back that she found something to peak her interest.\n\nA young man sat back in his chair, his well muscled frame clearly visible beneath his tight black-satin shirt. He was staring straight at her, a half smile distorting his confident features, completely focussed. Even as she made eye contact with him, he didn't look away. Instead, he titled his head to one side and nodded at her. A slight flicker of color, muted blues, flickered over Astel's skin as he looked at her, soaking in her features.\n\nShe turned back to the cinema screen, but as she did so, the barbed antennae that ran along her bare scalp slowly rose to attention, extending her senses beyond her own body. As she made contact with the man's mind, her mood-tone flushed a bright purple. She could see images of the two of them in his mind, feel the sensations he was half-remembering, half-imagining.\n\nHe was kissing her neck from behind, pressing his firm chest against her bare back. She could feel every point of contact exquisitely, as he held them in his mind's eye. A shiver ran down her spine, both real and imagined, as his warm breath skittered over her neck. He was reaching around her, holding her close against his naked body, but her front in this scene was ill-defined, a slightly amorphous collage of different people mentally combined to try and guess what she looked, and, most importantly, what she felt like.\n\nIn the cinema, Astel shifted in her seat, and then laid back into it, making sure she was secure and comfortable. In the man's mind, however, she adjusted herself in his grip, her form shifting to reflect her own self-image. Her skin became brighter, dryer and rougher. Her antennae, this man was thinking of them as fins, stood to attention, as they were currently on her actual head.\n\nThe image wavered and almost slipped from his mind as shock rippled through him. It was only maintained there by her own thoughts. \"What is it?\" her image in his mind turned slightly and spoke gently, \"Didn't you know that we're telepathic?\"\n\nThe man's image had let go of her and taken a step back, causing the scene they shared to warp and elongate as more space was added for him to step into. \"What the... How... Fuck.\"\n\n\"I can see that,\" Astel's image gestured at her naked self, her back still turned to him. \"It looks a lot more entertaining than that,\" As she gestured forwards, the cinema screen briefly materialized in the distance, before vanishing again.\n\nHis image continued to spew profanity, as his thoughts raced... \"She's in my head... Shit! Does this count as sexual harassment? Is she going to out me as a perv? Fuck. Does this mean...\" There was a long pause as he caught up with what she had said, \"Entertaining?\"\n\nShe nodded. \"You heard. Entertain me.\" Astel's mood-tone shifted from the initial embarrassment to a more settled blue. It wasn't every day she went for a casual mind-fuck with some guy who was eyeing up her slender frame, but it also wasn't every day she was bored out of her mind. 'Anyway,' she thought in the privacy of her own head, 'It's far safer than anactual fuck.'\n\n\"Could I get your name first?\" He looked nervous, but took a half-step back towards her anyway.\n\n\"No.\" she replied firmly, \"Let's keep it... mysterious.\"\n\nHe nodded, still looking uncertain. Astel waited for a long moment, but he didn't move any closer. Instead, she stepped back towards him, twisting her body a little so that they were face to face. Their warm breath mixed and swirled between them as they gazed at one-another. Finally, he leaned forwards, his lips brushing gently against her own in a hesitant kiss.\n\nShe leaned back against him, responding passionately to his hesitant kiss. As their lips began to move against each other more vigorously, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She could feel his strong muscles, even better formed in his mind than his actual body, pressing into her back. Finally appandonning his hesitancy, he reached around her with his arms, trailing his fingers over the skin of her abdomen. She could tell that it felt tough and alien to his fingers, but to her it was little more than a tickle.\n\nBreaking the kiss, she finally turned to him fully, pressing herself hard against him. Her petite breasts pushed up against his chest, but didn’t yield as much as he expected. \"You need to be rougher than that,\" her face was so close to his that her lips brushed against his as she spoke, \"Our skin's a lot tougher than yours.\"\n\nBy way of response, he grabbed her shapely ass and pulled her hard against him, his hardening dick squashed between their hips. His fingers strained as they curled inwards, claw-like against her skin. \"Better?\" he asked. Instead of giving her time to respond, he kissed her deeply, scraping his nails along her buttock and lower back. She arched into him to show her approval, even as her own hands started to wander over him...\n\n\"Astel!\" Rachel chook her shoulder, breaking her from her exchange with the man two seats behind her.\n\n\"Yes? What is it?\" She adjusted herself, noticing that her mood-tones showed a passionate mixture of blues and reds.\n\n\"I need to go to the bathroom, and you're blocking the aisle?\"\n\n\"Oh. I'll go too.\" Astel stood hastily, pushing her bag under the seat with her right foot as she did so.\n\nOnce they were out of the screening, Rachel asked \"So who are you talking to?\"\n\n\"Talking?\"\n\n\"Yeah, you've had your antennae out for a few minutes.\" Rachel gestured at Astel's head, where her half-inch-tall band of skin and sensory neurons was stretched between flexible bone spines. \"And you've gone all brightly colored again too. Must've been some conversation.\"\n\nA rich purple mood-tone, one of embarrassment, washed the blues and reds out of her skin. \"And I know what that means too.\" As they turned the corner into the rest room rachel leaned in and whispered, \"So who were you fucking with this time?\"\n\n***\n\nCan't say I'm too happy with this one.\n\nIt's been a long time since I wrote anything, and I just couldn't quite get the tone right. The mixture of passion and hesitation was a tough pick from the get-go, and I've never tried anything between total strangers before either. Overall I feel like my description of the 'movie' also applies to this story:\n\n> \"...played out in stilted, cliche beats that she'd seen a hundred times before...\"\n\nI may edit, rewrite or continue it over the next few days, but most likely none of those things.\n\nAny constructive feedback would be much appreciated. Thanks."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts featuring disabled people.
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"content": "If you're after some representation these where all posted this week. \n[Amputee](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/qxa7s3/wp_the_date_was_going_so_well_the_temptation_to/) \n[Blind](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/qwo5um/wp_her_sultry_mischievous_friend_offered_to_pay/) \n[PTSD](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/qw5p1p/wp_you_decide_to_confront_your_high_school_bully/) (Warning, not wholesome) \n[Mute](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/qv6z68/wp_she_may_have_greatly_overestimated_her_skills/)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a goblin wants something, they get it. Right now, for example, your drunk roomie wants your dick.
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"content": "> This smutty prose contains a M/M pairing. Brace yourself for Gay Shit^TM\n\nMiraculous xenobiology fact No1: On average, goblins' height range distribution tends to be just over half of the human's average distribution - while the World Health Organization defines the average male height as about 170cm (as of current year 2031), the average male goblin's height rests at 90cm. The difference between my own 182cm to my roommate Ver's even one-meter stature can be, and has regularly been described as by the latter, as \"Perfect standin' skull-fuckin' height if you weren't such a nerdy prude.\"\n\n\nMy squat xeno roommate regurgitates some slurred variation of that factoid as soon as he spots me walk past his seat on the common area couch, and disappear into my room to drop off my bag from school. When I double back to sit next to him and grab the TV remote, I notice there's a six-pack beer holder mostly occupied with empty glass bottles and loose bottle caps. Ver has one clutched in his stubby-fingered green hand, half empty, but there's still one full and unopened among the empties. I promptly grab it and uncap it for myself before flicking the TV on and to the Food network.\n\n\nXenobiology fact No2: Despite the relatively smaller size, the average goblin's alcohol tolerance was on par with that of a human of comparable age. The goblin next to me is four and a half, soon to be five beers in, each 12 oz bottle boasting a respectable 5.6% ABV. Judging by how cold the one I'm holding still is, he's grabbed them from the fridge within the past hour and chugged them back to back in the short window in-between. I can see the slight chubby beer gut peeking out from under his t-shirt. The slight sway in his gaze as he looks back at me while I inspect his intoxicated form with morbid curiosity.\n\n\n\"Y'gon fuck me yet?\" Ver asks. His smirk draws closer as he leans in, leering towards me. \"Come oooon, this goblin ass has got your naaame on it. I won't even try and pay rent with my tush this time - just some hole-bustin fun between roomies.\"\n\n\nHe finishes off his bottle, and some of it misses his mouth and wets his shirt. His nipples are stiff underneath. It's 76 degrees Fahrenheit in the room according to the thermostat.\n\n\nI ignore him and turn back to the TV. Some prime-time program highlighting Xeno cuisines is running, and a blend of the half-dozen species humanity has been in contact with thus far are featuring their dishes. Elves, Goblins, Oni, Mermen, et cetera - all slang, fantasy fiction derived nicknames for the races.\n\n\nVer had been continuing with his teasing words, and while I could tune them out by turning up the TV volume, I can't ignore the sound of my fly being pulled down for me. Or the sound of my belt being undone right after. Or Ver blocking my view of the TV entirely, straddling my hips and looking me dead in the eye as his unfairly fat ass starts grinding down into me. A black, side-drooping mohawk of hair flips to the opposite side of his head with a roll of his neck, playing up what he's confident is a sexy rockstar look. It is, unfortunately for me and my dangerously increasing heartbeat, dead on accurate.\n\n\nWonderfully perplexing xenobiology fact No3: Goblins have fat asses. It's a fact of science. Each and every one of them, assuming a healthy diet and no stunting factors in their adolescence affecting their pubescent body growth, are hardwired to consistently store excess fat below the waist first and foremost before moving upwards. Ver's thighs and ass are a prime example of this phenomenon, all of it plenty visible given he's gone bottomless - no, there's a jockstrap hiding his crotch, and framing his cheeks between twin straps of fabric.\n\n\n\"Hey. You're lookin' me up and down but I don't like this silent treatment, man. Say *somethin'*.\"\n\n\nI open my mouth, then close it. Then open it again, and put my lips to my beer bottle before realizing it's gone as dry as the inside of my mouth. This is as far as Ver's teasing has gone without me so much as muttering \"nah\" or \"fuck off\" - or him getting bored of the slow burn, and retreating to sate himself with the unholy trunk of sex toys he keeps besides his bed.\n\n\nI finally speak. \"...Fine. You win - have fun popping my xeno cherry.\"\n\n\n\"No fuckin'-\" Ver is flabbergasted for once, cocky attitude derailed however briefly. \"- You study Xenos like me in a med lab for your M.D., and this is *seriously* - I'm the first one you're gonna throw that hummie bone to? Well consider me honored.\"\n\n\nExplicit consent given, he drops what little subtlety he had. Fishing my cock out from under my boxers and stroking it up to full stiffness with feverish strokes of his rapidly moving hand.\n\n\nXenobiology fact No4: Goblin saliva is viscous. It's slimy, and warm, and there's some tidbit about how their slaviary glands are on overdrive because of something-or-other about their indigenous diet, but all that spills out my head as he drools heavily over his stroking motions. It's turned from a dry rub that tugs a bit uncomfortably at my foreskin to feeling better than when I've tried to do the same with corner store lube in my own free time. I relax into the couch as he works his magic. His bulge is still hidden behind the jock he's wearing, albeit outlined more clearly now that it's saturated in spit from frotting against mine. It's not even half my size, but that's a secondary fact I'm briefly able to note before he drops down to kneel onto the floor and swallows my own length whole.\n\n\nXenobiology fact No5: Goblins bearing the unofficial title of \"Known Universe's Best Cocksleeves\" has some merit, and could potentially be the subject of my thesis paper. I don't last half a minute before the nut is practically dragged out of me. Ver pumps his head up and down my cock with what I know is a practiced rhythm for a few short seconds; paired with his tongue's complimentary motions, the humming vibrations coming from his larynx, and the obnoxiously loud slurping, slobbering noises that flood my ears, he plays me like a fucking fiddle of a cumtank, using my dick like a straw to feed his greedy guts with what's probably the largest batch of nut I've shot out in months - years?\n\n\nI wouldn't know for sure, because it's gulped down before it has the chance to be measured in a graduated cylinder.\n\n\nMy eyes are looking up at the white ceiling instead of down at Ver's bobbing head of hair, upper body totally slack and limp, head leaning against the couch's top and shoulders' tension obliterated. It's a fact I don't appreciate until I'm dragged out of semi-conciousness by my goblin roommate finally dragging himself off my cock. His spittle-soaked lips are curled into a tamed smile. There's no trace of remaining spunk visible.\n\n\nHe gives my half-hard cock a nuzzle with his cheek before getting up. His tiny hand grabs the pack of emptied beers, and he disappears from my view to presumably toss it with the other recycling. Returning briefly to the spot between my legs to plant a kiss at my inner thigh, before about-facing and heading towards my room.\n\n\n\"You sell yourself short, nerdy stud. If you've got some juice left in you 'n those nuts of yours, door's open. Backdoor, of course, ehe.\"\n\n\nHis eyes aren't the only thing winking at me before he disappears into his room, pulling at the door to almost-close it until it's just ajar.\n\n\nI'm left alone with my thoughts and the still-on TV for about ten minutes, before ditching the boxers and khaki pants that pool at my feet entirely. Leaving them on the floor as I follow my roommate into his domain."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: while hosting a child’s birthday party, one Loving Wife sneaks off to another room with another child’s Dad/Husband. Don’t make a sound, as you don’t wish to get caught.
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"content": "\"Where have you been?\" she asks when I set the box of candles on the table. \"I asked for this half an hour ago. The party is almost over!\"\n\nI roll my eyes and promise to tell her later, all the while trying to think of an excuse not to tell her. How do you tell your wife...?\n\n***\n\nThe moment is seared into my mind. I am in the guest room closet upstairs on a mission to find the birthday candles. The damn closet door doesn't stay open, so of course it's swung halfway closed. I'm on my tiptoes, distracted by my daughter's stuffed turtle Harry, when I hear their voices. I'm about to say something when someone slams against the closet door, closing it the rest of the way. Is someone having a fight? I'm too shocked to make my presence known. I just stand there in the dark, silently wishing that I was downstairs. But the sounds I'm hearing aren't violent or angry. They are just wet.\n\nA woman's voice whispers urgently, \"We've got to be quick. Can you be quick, baby?\" I haven't recognized the voice yet.\n\nI wait for her partner to protest, to explain how inappropriate it is for this to happen during a children's party, to tell the woman to stop acting like a horny teenager and get back downstairs. That's not what I hear. I hear the impossibly loud zip of a zipper.\n\n\"Oh, baby,\" the woman purrs. \"What do you have here, baby?\"\n\nI hold my breath. This is happening inches from me. I wait for the man to stop her, to tell her that this is not right.\n\n\"*Not in my guest room!*\" I silently scream. I still can't breathe.\n\nI'll never forget the pause. There was a blissful moment before I heard the moan when I thought maybe they would change their minds. Then, I heard the moan. It was almost a grunt. It is sound a man makes while tasting a delicious cheeseburger, or hitting a ball 300 yards down the middle of the fairway.\n\nThere is another time a man makes that sound. Any confusion I might have had in my closet is erased by the slurping sounds that follow.\n\nI emit a soft whimper as the realization that I am about to witness a sexual encounter between two people at my family birthday party.\n\n\"Oh, I like it when you do that,\" The man says, complementing the woman on her tongue skills.\n\n\"Janice, mmmmph, told me you mmmmph did.\" The woman replies. \"She told me not to forget your balls.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" The man moans. \"She never forgets my balls.\"\n\nI slump to the floor, curling up in the corner with Harry and praying that there is another Janice that these people know who is *not* my sister-in-law. The next few moments were excruciating. Between slurping sounds and moans there was a period when the man kept banging against the door and the woman made muffled gagging sounds. I bite Harry, promising that I will apologize to him later.\n\n\"Are you touching yourself?\" he asks the woman with whom he is fornicating in my guest room, because apparently there aren't enough bodily fluids dripping on my brand new carpet.\n\n\"Mmm hmmm,\" she says, as if there was any doubt, the way she is moaning.\n\n\"Mmm hmmm,\" he repeats, because that's what people do while they are being fellated in their hosts guest room during a children's birthday party.\n\n\"Mmm hmmm,\" she says back again, because clearly these reprobates have nothing better to say to each other.\n\nThen, the door between me and their lust shakes and the man lets out a long noise, half between a grunt and a sigh. It's the noise a man makes when he leans back in his lazy-boy, or lets out his belt after Thanksgiving dinner. It's also the sound he makes when he cums in the mouth of his sister's best friend while in his sister's guest room during his nephew's party.\n\n\"Shit,\" my wife's best friend, Kelly, giggles. \"That was a lot more than I expected. It's all over! It's on my shirt. Damn, there's some on the carpet!\"\n\n\"Fuuuuuucckk.\" I moan into Harry a moment before my wife's brother opens the closet door.\n\n***\n\n\"Honey,\" I lie defensively. \"I have no idea why your brother left with saying good-bye. Maybe you should ask Kelly.\"\n\n\"Why would I ask Kelly? Don't you mean Janice? You do know my brother's wife, right?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You ca hear your twin sister under her sheets at night... she's trying her best to masuterbate, but can't get in the rhythm. Well, you're an expert, and her pussy is the same as yours. Time for a lesson!
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"content": "The sheets next to Seraphia rustled again. Although she was starting to get hot under her own sheets, and started to sweat a little, she did not dare move - yet. She was lying next to her was her twin sister Sophia, who undoubtably had been going at pleasuring herself for what seemed like an eternity already, with noticably very little success so far. \nHer pondering was interrupted once more by her sisters accelerating breath, heavy pants that did not even try to hide their neediness anymore. The sound of skin rubbing on skin made Seraphia think of her own breasts, identical to Sophias just like the rest of their bodies, atleast visually. Underneath the same flawless skin Sophia sported dense packs of muscles, gained by rigorous exercise in the many sport teams activities she partook. Seraphia herself was much more petite and by far not as outgoing as Sophia. \nEven if maybe there *was* something true about those myths of telepathic twins, surely that wasn't the reason her nipples were hard as stone, pressing against her stiff blanket. The sparks of excitement running through her were getting harder and harder to resist. \n\"Ah~\" \n\"Please.. I want to.. I need to..\" The softest of whispers reached Seraphia. \nSophia was practically whining at this point, her voice cracked through so much desire and unfullfilled lust that she almost sounded like she was crying. \nThe motion stopped again. Finally defeated, unable to reach a climax on her own, her sister slumped back into the matress. \nSeraphia could not let this stand. Her sister had the same amazing body as herself, albeit with much more muscle, capable of giving so much pleasure. Sophia always stood up to her when she was bullied by any jerk classmates, but she hadn't even yet experienced the joy of a real climax?! Nights like these, where Sophia was trying to pleasure herself to no avail, were getting increasingly common. Something had to be done about it and Seraphia knew exactly what to do. This was her chance to give something back to her sister that no one could match. She slowly turned around to face her sister, eyes still closed. \nImmediately Sophia held her breath, obviously trying not to wake her to the scene. \nWith a sleepy coo Seraphia nuzzled herself into Sophias side, laying one hand flat on her burning hot stomach, feeling the strength of her abs radiating into her before trying her best to simulate some deep sleeping breaths. Her efforts were rewarded shortly after, when Sophia relaxed into her and layed a hand with slightly wet fingers on top her own. A strong grip enveloped Seraphias hand before the squeeze melted away. \n\n\"Hey Sis.\" \n\"Uh, yes Sera?\" \n\"I heard your desperate whimpering.\" Sophia stiffened up under her touch. \n\"Do you need some help with that?\" Seraphias lips were grazing ever so slightly on her sisters earlobe. \n\"I.. But that is really unappropriate..\" \n\"Look at me Sophy\" \n\"We can't.. It would be..\" \nWith her hand Seraphia touched Sophias cheek and guided her head to look her in the eyes. Soft rays of moonlight that slipped through the curtains illuminated Sophias perfect skin and gave a warm shine to her eyes. Sophia stopped stuttering out excuses the moment their eyes locked. \n\"Do you want to feel good Sis?\" \nSophia squirmed a little, undoubtably thinking about her inability to bring herself over the edge. \"Y-Yes.\" \n\"Then say it. \n\"I want to fell good Sera.\" \n\"And do you need help with that?\" \n\"I do..\" Sophia started before being interrupted by Seraphia. \n\"You can talk in whole sentences to your sister can you not?\" \n\"I-I need you to.. to help me. Sera.\" \n\"That's much better. And what do I need to help you with?\" \nThe uneasiness of being forced to formulate her feelings into words finally overcame Sophia. \"I want you make me feel good Sera. Please.\" She squeezed her eyes shut, as if it could distract from the implications what she had just said. \nSeraphia gently stroked the cheek she was still holding, trying her best to give her sister some security through the turmoil of emotions she must be processing right now. \n\"That is something I can do.\" \n\"It isn't weird, or anything like that. Right? We can still be sisters? You won't hate me?\" Sophia opened her eyes a little, trying to take a glance at the face right in front of her. \nShe did not bother with words, instead, Seraphia brought herself forward clearly going for a kiss. Somehow surprised, even though she knew she had just been asking for it Sophias eyes widened as she reckognized the intent, before slowly closing as her brain got overwhelmed from the soft touch on her lips. \n\n\"What do you normally think about when you're trying to make yourself feel good?\" \n\"It's embarassing..\" \n\"I need to know, to make you feel good.\" \n\"It's nothing.\" \n\"Is it someone around whom you can be just yourself? Without being judged?\" \nSophia nodded coyly. \n\"Is it someone that makes you feel all tingly inside?\" \nMore nodding. \n\"Would you do anything to be together with them? Protect them? Make them happy?\" \nSophia furrowed her brows slightly. \"How do you know. I mean, what..\" \n\"Shhh..\" Seraphia interrupted her sister, placing a finger on her lips. There it was, that needy look of desperation in Sophias eyes looking at her. \"Tell me.\" \n\"It's.. It's you Sera.\" Sophia squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting scolding that would never come. Slowly she opened her eyes again, seeing nothing but love from Seraphias expression. \n\"See, that wasn't so hard was it?\" \n\"I'm so sorry for making everything awkward. I shouldn't have brought you into this.\" \n\"Don't say those things Sophy. You know you need this just as well as I know it.\" \nSophia opened her mouth to object, but Seraphia interjected by sliding the fingers lingering on her mouth inside, lubricating them. \n\"You don't need to do anything. You don't need to be strong here. Don't talk. Just enjoy youself.\" \nSeeing need for more calming she took one Sophias hands and placed it on her breast. The first timid squeezes on her chest signaled Seraphia that it worked. \nWith not much more forwarning than another gentle kiss, she placed her hand on her sisters sex, cupping it under her hand. Unsurprisingly it felt almost exactly like her own. \nSophia exhaled quickly under the sudden sensation. \nSeraphia locked eyes with her again, raising an eyebrow, nonverbally asking if she could continue. Sophia nodded, biting down on her lip out of equal amonts of desperation and excitement. \nWith a skilled motion, like she usually did on herself, Seraphia spread the wet folds apart. Starting around her already leaking hole slow motions guided her finger in sensual circles up towards her clitoris. Sophias head lolled back as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her breathing grew ragged and her chest was heaving. \nIn between kisses to Sophias neck, Seraphia only heard her sister moaning right into her ear, trying so hard to stay at least a little quiet, but failing miserably. \nWhen she noticed Sophias mucles starting to tense up and the grip on her breast growing more intense Seraphia sped up the motion with her hand bit by bit. \n\"I-I need to.. I have to pee. We need to.. stop.\" Sophia whimpered from underneath her. \n\"Oh no you don't. Focus on that warm feeling. Just let it go if it wants to.\" \nAlmost instantly a warm stream of fluid sprung forth from her sisters pussy, coating her hand and running down between the spread legs before soaking into the bed sheets. \n\"Do you want to cum now? Sophy.\" \nAfter some more squirming Sophia answered, \"It's not working. I can't get there.\" \nSeraphia saw a small tear running down her sisters cheek. \"And now I peed myself..\" \nShe kissed the tear away. \n\"Look at me Sophy.\" \nSophia squeezed her eyes shut, close to loosing the rythm that brought her so much pleasure. \n\"Look me in the eyes.\" \nFinally she responded, slowly turning her head to the right, opening her eyes to the view of Seraphias loving smile. \n\"You're a good girl. Now cum for me.\" \nSophia stopped all motion for a moment, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. A brightness Seraphia had never seen before sparkled in her eyes. Then Sophia crashed head first into her chest, moaning wildly as her whole body convulsed under wave and wave of pure extasy. \nSeraphia never stopped the circles for even a second as her sister clung to her like some sort of lifeboat out at sea, rocking back and forth. \nWhen the delicious smacking sounds of Seraphias hand on Sophias pussy became more dominant that her moaning, she finally stopped the rubbing motion. \nWith a voice raspy from exertion Sophia pleaded for one thing only. \"Teach me.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: No one told you that the grand mansion you bought for cheap was haunted. On top of that, no one bothered to tell you the mischievous ghost that haunts the house is a total cutie!
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"content": "\\[f/f slight sub/dom take on this prompt!\\]\n\nI'd bought Thorn Hill sight unseen six months ago, right after a my last relationship fell apart. Yeah, it wasn't the smartest move, financially, but I needed a new start and had always wanted to work on a fixer-upper. And a fixer-upper it was. Until last week, I lived in the motel in the nearest town and made the 20-minute drive out to Thorn Hill daily to work on making it livable. It needed pretty much everything fixed or replaced - plumbing, the roof, appliances, the kitchen. I'd finally gotten it to a decent point - really just the cosmetic changes were left now. I was burning to finally move in.\n\nBut then there was my ghost.\n\nI called her mine because she obviously wasn't real, right? She's a figment of my lonely, lonely imagination. I'd inhaled too many fumes from refinishing floors and spent too many late nights reading about Thorn Hill's last owner - Ana Grace, a young widow who tragically died soon after her wealthy husband nearly a century ago, leaving the house to fall into disrepair. \n\nI'd started out just jokingly blaming Ana when something went wrong with a project I was working on or when I showed up at Thorn Hill in the morning to find a windowpane cracked. But then it became me talking to her, and sometimes even seeing the faintest shadow of a woman in the corner of my eye. \n\nYeah, it was morbid, but like I said, I was lonely. I felt like I was getting to know her over the months I'd spent sweating in the house she'd once called hers and following Wikipedia rabbit holes to learn what I could about her. There was a single photo of Ana online - a faded black-and-white portrait of a young woman with dark hair, a piercing gaze, a sharp jaw, and - I don't know how else to say this - *great* boobs. Something about this picture made her look powerful, even a little mean.\n\nI'm not proud of it, but one night a couple weeks ago, that picture came to mind when I had my hand in my panties in my motel bed. I imagined Ana and me in Thorn Hill, me bent over the banister on the grand staircase with her behind me, long fingers working my wet cunt. I imagined her calling me a dirty whore for trying to take this house that had been hers. I imagined her telling me she'd teach me a lesson, and then grabbing my throat as she fucked the shit out of me with her other hand.\n\nYes, I had invented a sexy ghost and then fingered myself to the thought of her. Breakups can make you desperate, and god, I was desperate. My own hands were the only ones that had touched my pussy in half a year. I was *aching* to get fucked, and Ana, despite being a wealthy 20s housewife, seemed like the kind of woman who would've fucked me hard.\n\nI moved into Thorn Hill from the motel a few days ago. I'd kept talking to my ghost as I carried in boxes and unpacked, going from my usual rambling about my day to one-sided dirty talk. Whatever room I was in, I'd tell my ghost what I wished she'd do to me. How I wished she'd fuck me against the wall in the library, or on the floor in front of the huge fireplace, or bent over the kitchen counters I'd installed myself a month ago. I swore I could see that shadowy figure more and more during that week. Sometimes I'd even feel a cold breeze on my neck or over my tits, hardening my nipples through my shirt. I was probably going crazy, but I didn't care. I was loving being hornier than I'd been since before the breakup."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A day in the life of a free-love, utopia community
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"content": "*The sun came shining through the fields of 'Eden'. It was dawn for the commune, which naturally meant it was time for the farmers to start working on the harvest. The sunlight would hit Dani's face, waking her up. She was really not a morning person. The sun gazed upon her naked body, only her crotch was covered by thin blanket, shared by three equally naked persons, a man and another woman. Eden didn't have much housing as it had 'open bedrooms'. However, the weather was for the most part perfect, leaving little need for walls and rooftops. Even when it rained, its citizens had learned to rejoice under the falling waters.* \n\n*Dani yawned. She was a farmer, so it was time to go into the green fields. She slowly got up from the mattress on the floor, trying not to wake either of her companions up as she gathered her clothes from the ground, a pink tank top which lied on the grass, a pair of panties, jean shorts, no shoes though, the grass was so soft there was no real need for them.*\n\n\"Where are you going to, babe?\" *Called a soft, feminine voice. Dani failed at not waking them up. The other woman was thin, had a hourglass figure and continued to rest on the mattress as she began lighting what seemed to be some sort of pipe between her legs. The man on the other hand was big and strong, though not bulky, and he was just lying down, barely covered by the mattress. Dani on the other hand was of a thicker body type than them, thick on the right places that is. A curvaceous figure, plentiful round breasts, plump ass. Her skin was tanned and there was no tanlines, her hair was dark and ran down her back, rather untidy, her eyes a deep brown. She was still nude, just like her mattress buddies, so they could still see her in all her natural glory as she slowly stumbled away.*\n\n\"It's the morning Gabbie, I gotta go to work...\" *Dani said with a sigh and rolled her eyes. She was still tired from last night, they had been so... passionate, that her hips still kinda hurt the morning after. Because of it she decided to just put the pink tank top on, covering her torso, but remained in the nude for the lower half of her body, the jean shorts were too tight and perhaps the morning breeze would help her most intimate areas recover.*\n\n\"Don't go! Stay with us...\" *Gabbie said with a chuckle. Dani wished she could stay with them forever, but she knew that even in paradise there were obligations. She began walking away.* \"I'll see you guys later.\" \n\n*Dani strolled towards the fields and walked right in between the crops, most seemed ready to be harvested. She gathered some tools and an empty basket and began to work.* \"Ouch-\" *She grunted. Some plant seemed to pinch on her left butt cheek, perhaps going bare on the lower regions hadn't been the best call. Her noise however seemed to attract someone new, another woman emerging from the bushes.*\n\n\"Hey, are you okay? You sounded hurt.\" *Said the soothing voice. The woman had a hourglass figure, hidden under jean overalls, however, she seemed to be wearing nothing else underneath them. Her breasts were perky and round, though not as big as Dani's. Her hair was golden colored, and her skin was golden tanned. Yet her sexiest feature were her lips. The woman also seemed to pay no attention to the fact that Dani's dirty bits were exposed, other than a brief look down her crotch before maintaining eye contact. Dani had a bit of a wild bush down there, some women in the commune trimmed it, others completely shaved it, others just let it grow, it was completely up to them really.* \n\n\"Uh, yeah...\" *Dani was a bit eye-struck by the beauty that emerged so heavenly, as if out of nowhere.* \"Thanks though. I'm Dani.\" *She said with a red blush over her four cheeks.*\n\n\"Am Rachel. Nice to meet you. Seems like you forgot your pants though.\" *Rachel said, pointing down at Dani's legs. Not because of modesty or anyways, in fact most people in Eden had no problem with hanging out naked themselves during their free time, while the commune did not enforce nudism in any way, most people just naturally adapted into it.* \"Its better to protect our sensitive areas in the work areas. To avoid accidents like that.\" *She explained.*\n\n\"Oh, yeah... right.\" *Dani said, scratching her right arm, a bit embarrassed.* \"Well, I should go back to work.\" *She'd excuse herself.*\n\n*Rachel continued though.* \"You must be new here, where are you from?\" *She asked, genuinely curious.*\n\n\"I've been living here for a month, still getting used to it.\" *She admitted.* \"I was captivated by your commune, I gotta say this is a whole different world to my life in Detroit.\" *She said with awe.*\n\n*The woman chuckled silently.* \"Well thanks, I take that proudly. I am one of the founders of the Eden Commune.\" *Rachel said, with certain mystique surrounding her words.*\n\n*Dani was surprised. The leader - well, the commune had no leader - but the founder of the commune? This was like running into the president of the United States on the street, and she was wearing no panties while doing so.* \n\n\"Wow... that's shocking really.\" *She said.* \"But then what are you doing harvesting too?\"\n\n\"Well, we all gotta put in some effort, right?\" *Rachel said with a cheerful voice, as if proud of what she and many others had built.* \n\n\"I see.\" *Dani scratched her plump butt, it was still a bit itchy.*\n\n\"Are you hurt? Perhaps you should go rest. We've got enough harvest to get us through the week.\" *Rachel assured.* \n\n\"You know what, I think I'll do just that...\" \n\n&#x200B;\n\nPD: I'm surprised no one picked up this prompt before! One of my favorite prompts, really enjoyed writing. Maybe I will continue this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Her sister loved to tease people at school, especially during class. Which wouldn't be such a problem if she wasn't a raging lesbian with a massive crush on her sister. It was only a matter of time before she got caught staring.
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"content": "Katya pulled the tight white waistcoat over her tan button up shirt, she glanced to catch her sister eyeing her. She was opting for a less modest crop top and skirt. They were supposed to be identical but could not be further apart. Ella spun in the short skirt, the material rising high.\r \nKatya smoothed down her own tan skirt over white leggings. It was a more… modest length.\r \n“My girls, ready for school!”\r \n“Dad, it's college and it's been a month. You’re going to have to stop acting like it’s our first day eventually.”\r \n“Give an old Rhokine his dreams.” he said.\r \nKatya nodded respectfully to him. Ella bounced on her toes and kissed his cheek before they headed out.\r \nKatya stood at the door, expecting sun and grassy fields… instead shrouded forest stretched out. The old branches trying to swallow the busy street until not a drop of sun reached the floor. She missed home.\r \nThe Terp’s flitted about, crouched over and drifting between shops in clothes the colour of rotting foliage and mud. Deep greens and earthy browns, the color of everything. Buildings blended into people into street into dirt.\r \n“Oh cheer up Katya, It’s not that bad.” said Ella, nodding for her to follow. 2 upright tall Rhokines standing out like flares as they flowed into the crowds headed for the college.\r \n“How about that one?” said Katya, nodding to a boy their age, he was a foot shorter and wearing a brown floor length coat. He heard them and looked questioningly between them. Ella met his gaze and blew him a kiss. “He is a little… hunched.”\r \n“They all are.”\r \n“Someone might speak Rhokine here, you should talk quieter.” said Ella.\r \nThe boy crossed to them and asked if they wanted a guide to the college. Ella took his arm and smiled down at him.\r \n“They are polite though.” said Ella.\r \n“Small mercies.” said Katya, looking up, hoping to catch the sight of the sun, to feel its warmth and pretend she was home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She found the party got really interesting when her BFF pranked her by taping a "breed me" sign to her back...
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"content": "Walking into the party Jack was anxious to blow off some steam from the hard week of college finals. The cool air and crunchy snow impacted at every stride. “These frat parties are the perfect way to release stress.” Jack thought to himself pacing down the road. As he turned down Elm street, the loud part music roared into the frostbit air as Jack shrunk lower into his leather jacket. “Almost there, can’t wait to warm up some.” He approached the Beta Sigma Gamma house, the loud music pounding into the night air. “Here we go,” he whispered to himself as he reached out for the brass handle of the old home turning it slightly with a loud creek. The students were wall to wall dancing and grinding on each other. He made his way to the kitchen past the warm bodies to pour himself a drink. “Excuse me sorry excuse me,” he apologized stepping on toes.” Being shy always make things tough but Jack was determined to change that. Making his way up the stairs the old wood creaked against the souls of his shoes. Now to find the bathroom as the tequila he halfway sipped was getting to him. He opened the first door as his eyes wide open with shock. His crush Tiffany was on all fours nude drinking a solo cup with only her mouth. Her pale skin, red hair and pink nipples looked incredible in the lamplight. Her other friend Samantha ran by and placed something on her back that looked like a sign. “Wow she looks sexy bear nude the way her womanhood looks under her firm cheeks is a dream come true.” Jack thought to himself as he stepped into the room. His hard erection pressed against the fabric of his jeans wanting release. He stepped closer only to see the sign that was placed on her shoulder blades. ‘Breed me.’ This only made his erection harder. The liquid courage taking over Jack ran his index finger up the wet folds of Tiffany’s gleaming sex. “Tiffany you look like you could use some help,” he whispered into her ear bending over. She looked over at him with a devouring gaze until she saw the large bulge in his pants. “Help me bread me fuck me.” Her eyes pleading staring at Jack. He unzipped his jeans only to immediately have them thrown down with force by Tiffany as his nine inch erection sprung into view. Tiffany face looked shocked as the cock grew closer to her face. “Um, um I… Um,” she stammered mouth wide open. “That’s the biggest cock I’ve seen in my life.” Her mouth open wide shocked still from the size, her tight slit started to get wetter. “Let me suck it.” In a flash she engulfed the hard shaft into her mouth without any hesitation. Sucking hard on the head, then taking the shaft deep down her throat. *gluck Gluck* the head of Jacks cock thrusting against her throat. “Yes that’s it. Don’t stop take it deep,” Jack encouraged starting to thrust deeper. Tiffany looked up at him with the cock deep in her throat tears in her eyes as she gags. She pulled away with a loud gasp like she was fighting for air. “Holy shit that’s deep.” She said spit spilling from her mouth. Her pussy wet as can be. “Let’s see how deep you can fill me.” She leaned forward on all fours her Pussy waiting with anticipation. Jack slowly pushes the head of his cock against the folds of the wet entrance. Moaning deep as he felt resistance but thrusting deep with his hips. “Oh god! It’s huge.” Tiffany exclaimed gasping. “Come on fuck me, fuck me raw.” Jack grabbed her hips pulling her deeper to meet his length. “Oh fuck that’s it ride me.” Tiffany started going faster against his shaft taking it deep feeling his heavy balls against her clit. “Fuck it’s huge. I’m cumming,” she yelled. “Ahhh me too,” with one last thrust Jack sent his cock deep into her his balls contracting as his seed rushed into her tight hole. “Ahhh ahhh ahhh.” The hot cum emptied deep in her pussy. “Yes Jack the cum feels so good.” Tiffany exclaimed feeling full and satisfied. “Let’s do it again sometime.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The priestess who promised to break her vows in exchange for you saving her life was thicker underneath her robes than you imagined.
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"content": "She sat there, upon the tile of the church. She was shuddering and panting, with an ornate blade clutched in her arms. Her grip upon the weapon was iron. Small ornaments and artifacts around the chapel quivered and vibrated, as if a small tremor shook the ground beneath them. I knew it was the demon exerting its power through the priestess.\n\n\"Fight it, priestess! Fight the intruder!\" I shouted, my hands attempting to wrestle the blade from her without harming her. The blade was immaculate, save for a small splotch of fresh blood near the tip. Blood from a fellow sister she had attacked and could've killed, if not for my interference.\n\nI uttered words of encouragement as well as small verbal wards developed by my mentors in the holy order or paladins I serve in. Appealing to her humanity, demanding the demon leave her. But the only way to truly break the spell is to take the blade from her and destroy it.\n\nShe was struggling, her eyes flooding in tears as the pain of possession ravaged her body, mind and soul. Apologizing profusely and constantly as the yellow crosses in her devilishly red eyes visibly fluctuated.\n\n\"Priestess, you must let go of the sword! You must break free of the grips of hell!\"\n\n\"I'm trying! Its too much... please... I don't want to hurt anyone else... do whatever it takes to save them...!\"\n\nSmall windows leading to her true eyes open and shut. I could see the beautiful teal color or her human eyes behind the hellish red overtaking them.\n\nThe demon was stronger than her, as not even a fully grown and physically trained man such as I could wrangle the blade from her. I grimaced, realizing there wasn't much else I could do. I had to resort to more drastic measures.\n\nThe demon was physically strong, but it still required a functioning body to exert its will. And a human can not function without air.\n\n\"Priestess, Makers above, please forgive me for this.\" I beg before letting go of the blade, only for my hands to dart towards the girl's neck. I wrapped my digits around her throat. It was a disgusting feeling as a paladin, placing my hands on an innocent this way. It felt mortifying as a man, as well, to use my hands to harm a woman. But it was the quickest way. And my displeasure paled in comparison to her torture and anguish.\n\nHer neck muscles were hard, the demon had reinforced her entire body. So I pressed harder. Eventually I saw her... its strength began to fail. The body could not take in air, and deprived for long enough this vessel would be dead weight. I watched the blade, as well as her neck. I waited till I saw the former fall. Just as her hands opened to drop the blade and aim for my hands, I relinquished my hands. I swiftly gripped the sword.\n\nThe priestess fell over, coughing and gasping to recover her breath. She looked over at me through messy blonde locks.\n\nThat's when I realized I had stabbed my own abdomen. A surge of pain not only from the wound the demon commanded I inflict on myself, but from the infection of a demonic presence invading my thoughts and limbs. I struggled to draw it out, blood seeping out of my wound.\n\nI held the blade in both hands and swung. Once. Twice. Many times I swung the blade into the wall, attempting to destroy it. It chipped. I could feel the demon on its last legs, screaming in my head with a cacophony of tortured cries of anguish. Thinking these to perhaps be all of the victims it claimed, I found the strength to push through it and continue.\n\nIt shattered. One last death knell before the demon faded from my mind. I stood there with only the hilt in my hand, a wound half healed from the demons regenerative abilities. Still, I had lost much blood, and I collapsed.\n\nThe last thing I remember was the nun racing towards me, her oceanic blue eyes seeping with tears."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: she thought selling her rival into slavery was a great idea, until the courts deemed she should suffer the same fate.
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"content": "\"Come on you fucking slut,\" the slavedriver spat as he pulled my thick chain. I felt myself stumble past the unforgiving wooden platform that wreaked havoc upon my bare feet. The crowd jeered as I joined the line of slavegirls.\n\nWe were all in the same uniform, a chained collar, ballgag and shackles that confined our hands to our backs, that way none of us could cover our bare bodies.\n\nDespite the rattling chains of countless slavegirls, cheers frown the crowd and an imperious auctioneer I heard nothing. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She stole my research, only she was supposed to be an enslaved cunt. When I made my case the judge proclaimed that both of us were unfit for academics. The last thing I saw before a blindfold was cast upon me was my rival. Her smug smile prevailed despite her newly acquired collar.\n\n\"The blonde half elf for just six silver!\" The announcer proclaimed. I knew that the reason why I was so cheap was because my breasts and ass wasn't large. My chain pulled me to my new master. An \"adventurer\". He held the chains of a groups of slaves that filled every niche for an adventuring.\n\nMy new master wore a fine cloak and a breast plate. As opposed to his slaves who were a collar, chainless shackles, a leather utility belt and boots.\n\nThere was a catgirl rouge, an orc warrior, a redhead priestess and a tieflimg wizard. Except it wasn't just any wizard. I could recognize those large breasts and ass anywhere. With rage I felt my skin turn almost as red as her own. Past her raven black hair held eyes of confusion and hatred.\n\nI started to walk towards her until I felt a sharp lash at my cunt. I fell as I screamed into my gag. My master stood above me with his whip in hand. \"I never told you to do anything cunt. Now let's see if the two of you can like each other,\" he said with cruelty as he revealed a double sided dildo, double sided dildo gag and plenty of rope."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's official policy at the college that when two guys fight over a woman, they must resolve it with a "sex fight". Loser deletes her number from their phone. A nerd finds he's more interested in his jockish male rival after this experience, however
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"content": "It's sort of an open secret. It's in the student handbook, of course, but it isn't like anybody talk about it. People just know when it's happened. One day, two guys are into a girl and the next day one of them seems to be steering clear. And everybody knows it's because they settled it the way they were supposed to, and from that conflict there obviously arose both a winner and a loser.\n\nIt's really pretty simple when you think about it, but I guess that's just because the people that go to school here live with it.\n\nWhen people that go to school here explain the social policy to outsiders, they don't get it. They picture a big gladiatorial arena where the execution at the end is replaced with something so homoerotic that it can only be associated with that Greco-Roman setting. Which I suppose is understandable.\n\nIn practice, it doesn't happen like that at all. The two boys both know that it's inevitable and that there's no way around it. They both like the same girl and she can only be with one of them. It usually happens in someone's dorm room. The combative part of the struggle is something like a wrestling match that goes on until one of them is either beaten and pinned or gives up. And then comes the sweaty, raw fuck. That's sort of a way for them to blow off steam but also to establish their new roles clearly. After that, they each know who's won and who's lost.\n\nAnd that's how it was for Kyle and I.\n\nKyle's really alright, personally. We aren't best friends or anything, but it isn't like I hate him. We don't have much in common except for our taste in girls; big tits and red hair. That's Violet in a nutshell. If only we'd known then that no matter who won, her legs would be staying as tightly crossed as a nuns. These things are usually over girls that actually put out, you see.\n\nTo be honest, I never really expected to win. I hoped I might, but that doesn't really matter now. What I *really* didn't expect was that after getting pinned underneath his weight and feeling his massive donkey dick pounding my tight, virginal hole, that I'd come away from the experience longing for more time with Kyle than Violet.\n\nMaybe it makes since to an outsider. I'm a scrawny little sissy, right? I'm the guy that looks like he weighs 110 pounds soaking wet. I'm the guy that spends all his free time watching YouTube videos about Dark Souls lore, and playing Japanese dating sims. So it makes since that I'm the slutty, horny *fag.*\n\nI always knew I wasn't totally straight, but I never expected to find that I could think about little else than a hockey player who I was competing for pussy with only a week prior. Suddenly, all my masturbatory fantasies drew back to that encounter. Back to his hot breath on the back of my neck. Back to his low, animalistic grunting. Back to the feeling of his huge, pulsating member spitting its hot, gooey load deep within me.\n\nThe first time we hooked up after the fact was 10 days after our initial encounter. I'd heard the rumor about Violet being totally asexual. Maybe he'd complained to his buddies and they spread it around. I dunno. But I slid into DMed him on Instagram, stating my case plainly.\n\n> *'If she won't suck your dick, I will.'*\n\nA half hour later, I was bent across the backseat of his car and choking down his meaty fuckpole.\n\nAnd a few months on, with Violet still not letting him do more than feel her up, the arrangement has continued.\n\n\"We can't keep doing this...\" He groans quietly as my lips drag back and forth along his thick, veiny shaft with the rhythmic bobbing on my head. \"We really have to stop doing this...\"\n\nI've become accustomed to the feeling of the floor rug he has in his dorm room underneath my knees. I bring my lips away from his prick, popping them free with a smack. I drag my tongue up over his sensitive glans with a few casual words before slurping his cock back up.\n\n\"Then why do you keep texting me?\" I smirk to myself around his dick.\n\n\"You know what I mean.\" He grunts, rolling his eyes as his hand comes to rest upon the back of my head.\n\nHis other hand supports him as he sits up on the edge of his twin bed. My hands are busier; one grasps him at the thick root of his dick even though my fingers don't fit all the way around his girthy cock, while my other mitt palms his hefty nutsack and gingerly tugs at them. He continues to speak, stifling a moan as I manage to cram his cock all the way down my throat for a brief moment before I return to my head-bobbing.\n\n\"I'm trying to commit to Violet. I'm meeting her parents tomorrow night. Things are getting serious. I know the sexual stuff will fall into place later. But you know you and I just won't work. *This* isn't going to work.\"\n\nI'm tired of hearing him bitching and moaning about his fancy new girlfriend when she's never done more than give him half a handjob. I lift my eyes to meet his as I press my lips to the underside of his engorged cockhead in a soft, warm smooch. Then I hit him with the line that I know will get him to quit whining and feed my hungry log-cutter some timber.\n\n\"Why won't this work, *Daddy?* Don't you like breeding my tight, hot boipussy?\" I purr in a soft, femmy tone.\n\nHis musky taste stains my tongue as he ruts my pert, round behind. His balled-up jockstrap hangs from my lips, wedged into my gaping maw to muffle my horny squeals. But nothing can muffle the flesh-on-flesh smack of his sweaty hips against my ass, or the heavy thud of his bedframe against the wall.\n\nHis arm hooks around my throat, holding my close and making me struggle for every breath. I've already spilled me seed and gotten his sheets all sticky. I can feel how close he is from the way he's throbbing inside me. The satisfaction I feel when he growls like a dog in my ear as he finally pumps his piping hot load into me is indescribable.\n\nWe collapse like that in a sweaty heap, but I'm gone before he awakens the next morning.\n\nMaybe he'll come around, but probably not. He'll probably stay this repressed for the rest of his live as a quietly horny bisexual. But that's not my problem, at least not until he finally pulls the plug and quits fucking me. If he ever does.\n\nBut when I look back on our little resolution now when this all began, it does sort of seem like I'm the one that came out on top in the end. Even if I'm a bottom. I think that Kyle will see it that way as well when he wakes up in an empty bed to find the Sticky Note I left stuck to his forehead.\n\n> *'Fun night. I had an early class. Have fun with Violet and her parents this evening. <3'*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You won the annual office New Years lottery! The prise this year is... A Dullahan! She's yours to do with as you please but she is always horny and egging you on to use her or She'll use you!
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"content": "Darla and I held up our party poppers. As the clock hit 12 and the new year was born, we pulled the strings and celebrated verbally as the confetti and streamers surged into the air with s sudden burst of force.\n\nDarla happily blew into the party blowout whistle, the smile upon her face radiated. Her skin was an otherworldly hue, a soft muted azure. Her eyes, heavily contrasting, a shimmering pink. They seemed almost luminescent. Her hair was a deep, void-like black. Cascading locks of pitch-colored strands. She was beautiful, but these features made her seem so ethereal and mysterious. Seeing her in a office suit, with those tight leggings, slide-slit skirt and a blouse that struggled to contain her jugs...\n\nShe had been brought on as part of a extra-species integration program. She was shy at first, understandably, but as the days passed she slowly became more sociable. Everyone in the office was pretty nice, but for whatever reason she tends to hang around me a lot... not that I mind.\n\n\"And so it begins anew!\" She clapped her fingers together.\n\n\"Yeah, another year...\" I sighed, leaning back in my seat. I heard that dullahans were immortal, or at least have longer lifespans. The passing of time didn't seem to bother her much.\n\nDarla sat upon my desk. Those slender legs caught in dark stockings gracing the cold plastic top.\n\n\"So Landon, got a New Year's resolution?\" She asked, those salmon eyes set on me. I don't think I've felt such anxiety before. The soft gaze, those slightly arched eyebrows, the gentle tone she inquired with...\n\n\"Eh... well... the usual. Try new stuff, like maybe skydiving... you?\"\n\n\"You'll find out.\" She smirked.\n\n\"Thats no fair.\" I chuckled nervously. She's being very... elusive today. Usually she's so upfront and talkative. I scooted forward towards my computer, rousing the monitor from sleep.\n\n\"Anyway, we better get back to work, or we won't get out of here until the next New Year's.\" Several people just up and quit yesterday, so it was up to Darla and I to pick up their slack, since we were the only two available.\n\nAlthough, we wouldn't be getting anything else done that night, as I would soon discover.\n\nShe slid off of my desk, and stood up straight. Her breasts jiggled softly as she touched down on the ground. She placed a hand on my shoulder, and the another on my other shoulder. Soon, I felt the most euphoric weight upon my neck. Was she... were tits against my neck?\n\nI was caught between a rock and a soft place. I wanted to react to the invasion of personal space, but the warmth it brought, the soft sensation on the nape of my neck. I wanted to bask in it.\n\nJust as I began to divert my attention from the screen to her face, her head came tumbling down into my lap. Her pitch black hair followed. The point where her head and body would connect, billowing softly with mystical white smoke. I couldn't see into her... inside bits. Probably a good thing.\n\nShe was still smiling as her head rested in my lap, her mouth right up against my crotch. Her warm breath flowing up against it. My tent grew, until it covered her mouth from my view. Darla looked surprised when it nearly booped her nose. But a sly, greedy look soon found its way into her countenance.\n\n\"Can you guess my resolution?\"\n\nI should be screaming right now. A disembodied head fell into my lap. But, the head was... flirting with me. No, it... she was trying to seduce me. And it was working. Her body started to feel me up, the hands searching for my shirt buttons, and passing them through as she found them. Her hands roamed across my pale bare skin.\n\n\"I'll give you hint...\" grabbing the zipper with her teeth, she jerked down, and my cock jumped right out. Her tounge was a similarly alien color, a dark purple. I got a good look as she dragged it along my length.\n\nI heard the popping of buttons being forcibly torn off, followed by the sight of dark gray-ish blue nipples shoved into my face. Darla's body was mashing her bare breast on me! I opened my mouth and grabbed one teat with my lips. I could feel her body shiver, and I could hear her groan softly.\n\nInstinctively, I raised my arms to elevate her head a few inches, aligning my cockhead with her mouth. Holding her head was like holding a heavy pocket pussy. And I was desperately trying not to just ram my entire penis down her throat... if that's possible at this point. I allowed her to lash and suckle my tip, the only indicator that she was ready to go further being a gentle push from her body.\n\nHer hands made a vigorous shaking motion, her hands pumping back and forth. Her muffled speech, impeded by my erection. \"Ish ohka, ush meh liekha toy.\"\n\nAnd so I did. I brought her lips to the base of my cock, my balls against her chin. And I pulled her away, only to jam her back against my pelvis. Her body caressed me, cupping my cheeks as I slurpped upon her nipple.\n\nHer throat was a damp tunnel that my penis squeezed through. Wet, wild, a maelstrom of suction, warmth and wetness raging within enclosed space. I could see her eyes glazed over, cheeks alit with dark blue blush. She was completely drunk on my cock. Her body was clutching st my open shirt, quivering with ecstasy.\n\nI couldn't take much more, I had to let it loose. Sperm spilled from my cock like a faucet, dumping loads of jazz into her gizzard. Through my twitching eyes, I noticed that the cum never came out through smoke surrounding the separation. And her body was palming the base of her neck... were those portals of some sort?\n\nAnyway, load after load flowed into her body, and I only freed her from the grips of my cock after I recovered from the spasming. She gasped for air, and had an exhausted smile on her face. Strands of spit and cum around her mouth, hair sticking to her slightly sweaty face.\n\n\"Fiii.... figure it out yet...?\" She slowly inquired."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: That cute flat chested girl you've been mutually flirting with is actually a cute but kinda feminine boy. He tried to warn you several times. You might've been too distracted by his looks (or too drunk) to hear him say that. But he's so hot, does it even matter if he's not a girl?
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"content": "**The Back Door Bar**\r \n**Friday 10th June**\r \n**10 PM**\r \n\r \nZack felt at a bit of a loose end. He had come to a gay bar on a Friday night at the request of his friend Neil, to help Neil get over his breakup. Neil wasn’t long getting over that, he was busy making out with some guy on the dance floor and Zack had been forgotten about. Zack sipped on his beer and internally debated if he should leave, or if he should wait until Neil came back once he’d had his balls drained.\r \n\r \nZack suspected the fireman dancing on stage wasn’t really a fireman. He had stripped down to a G-string now. The dancer’s huge bulge complimented the bulging muscles on his arms and torso. Zack kept glancing over at the man, finding himself becoming turned on, imagining if he was built like that - not that Zack was in bad shape or anything. He was an attractive man after all, 6’2”, reasonably muscled from working out regularly. He had plenty of eyes on him and graciously accepted a few free drinks since he’d come into the bar. That stripper was a full on body builder though. Imagine all the women he’d get if Zack looked like that? He felt his cock harden at the thought.. At least he thought that’s what was doing it. Zack felt a mixture of shame and confusion for a second, he shook his head and looked around…\r \n\r \nThen he saw her. The most perfect ass in a pair of skinny jeans. His eyes traced up a white cropped halter top to her short spiky haircut. He maneuvered around to get a look at her front. Not much going on in the chest department - that’s ok, he liked small tits - and her face was beautiful. Cute, bright red lipstick, piercing blue eyes. She was fixated on the dancer - not a lesbian, good. He made his way over to her.\r \n\r \n“Can I assume from the way you’re enjoying the show that you’re not a lesbian?”\r \n\r \nShe smiled, her eyes twinkled as she regarded Zack “that’s right, I am not a lesbian.”\r \n\r \nZack offered her his hand. She took it. He leaned in to introduce himself “Nice to meet you, I’m Zack”\r \n\r \n“I’m a man” She shouted back over the music\r \n\r \n“Amanda? Cute name, nice to meet you”\r \n\r \nShe rolled her eyes “It’s Eric actually”\r \n\r \n“Erica?” Zack responded “Sorry, don’t know why I heard Amanda. It’s loud here”\r \n\r \nZack flirted as best he could with the constant loud music. She flirted back, Zack missed a lot of it but he felt it was going well. The stripper took off his G-string and a truly massive, half hard, uncut monster cock flopped out. Erica was enthralled staring at it, she quipped “I wish mine was that big”. Zack burst out laughing at her ludicrous joke. “Me too actually” He replied giggling.\r \n\r \n After that they went dancing. Erica grinded her ass on Zack, pressing herself against his hard cock. Zack kissed her neck and kept his hands holding her bared belly. “You feel big enough” She whispered to him. He snaked his hands down to grab her crotch. She batted them away. She turned around and kissed him on the lips hard.\r \n\r \nAfter an hour of dancing, making out, Erica teasing Zack but refusing his hands at every opportunity, she dragged him into the Men’s bathrooms “You come here often?” Zack joked “All the time” she responded.\r \n\r \nThey entered a cubicle, She sat Zack down and kneeled before him, and freed his hard cock from his trousers “I want to say thanks for a fun night”. She held eye contact as she started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth.\r \n\r \n“Oh fuck, your lips are incredible” Zack breathed \r \n\r \nErica released him and shrugged “I know my way around a cock”\r \n\r \nZack grinned “You are a sexy little slut aren’t you?”\r \n\r \nShe rolled her eyes and went back to sucking him. She kept going until he blew his load, filling her mouth. She stood up and kissed him again, depositing the load back in Zack's mouth. He found he loved the taste and swallowed it greedily.\r \n\r \n“You’re the most incredibly woman I’ve ever met”\r \n\r \nShe sighed, looking frustrated “I guarantee you I’m not. Look, Zack, this was fun. I’ll see you in another life.” She kissed him on the cheek and left the cubicle.\r \n\r \n“Can I get your number?” Zack called after her. He pulled up his trousers and chased after her into the club, but she was long gone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You were unfazed by the creaking, the darkness, and even the distant laughter while in the old manor, but being accosted by feminine clothes forcing themselves onto you was certainly cause to run.
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"content": "*This is fine, totally okay. Never been better in fact.* Clay's reassuring mantras did little to completely assage his nerves however it wasn't the worst place he had ever been.\n\nSure he wasn't the biggest or strongest guy, but goddamnit if he wasn't the most foolhardy. Didn't help that he couldn't back down from a dare. When the girls teased him into checking out the old Larson Manor, like hell he would chicken out.\n\nHonestly, he probably should have listened to his gut and bailed, but now he was in too deep. 15 minutes that was all.\n\nA creak across the room snapped him to attention. He waited just a second, listening for anything else, but it seemed to be the house settling and groaning.\n\nStep by ginger step, he crept deeper into the creepy house, the light of his flashlight barely penetrating the darkness.\n\nAnother shift of the house, he jumped a bit in place. Slowly but surely he was getting used to the sounds of this creepy old house.\n\nFinding a decrepit sofa coated in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, he swept off a place for him to sit. If he was going to spend 10 more minutes in this place, he might as well get off his feet.\n\nFor a moment, he thought he heard giggling far behind him in the house, though he shrugged it off as paranoia. Soft sliding sounds sauntered closer, noises he hardly noticed. He should have.\n\nIn a flash of red and white, Clay was accosted by multiple assailants. He couldn't make out who they were, but he could feel the slap of fabric and his clothes tearing from him.\n\nA few moments later, that attack stopped, leaving him heaving. Clay searched frantically around for his culprit but nothing was there. *where did they...?*\n\nFinally looking down at what had become of him, he found himself wearing red silk gown. Not only that, but checking underneath the garment, he was greeted with a lacy red bra along with a matching pair of panties embedding themselves between his cheeks. Red high heels adorned his feet, boosting his height by nearly four inches. Fiddling with the buckle, they refused to yield, unwilling to come off no matter how hard he tried. Same happened with the dress itself. Pulling, tugging, tearing, all yielded with nothing. The clothes would not come off.\n\nSomehow, whomever had done this had managed to tear off his old clothes and wrangle him in women's clothes without him realizing it. To make matters worse, he couldn't find his old clothes, even just a shred.\n\nClay pulled himself to his feet, nearly toppling over as he stood. Never had he worn high heels, not to mention 4 inch heels. Taking a few shaky steps forward, it didn't take long before he figured out the rhythm.\n\nHe had to get out of here and get his clothes back. Or something that wasn't such a girly, pretty... silky... dress.\n\nOn and on he searched, retracing his steps, checking rooms over and over. But no matter what, he couldn't find the door. It was like the place was mocking him.\n\nEventually, he gave up, sinking to the floor. Clay tried in vain to massage his captive feet, giving one more go of pulling them off.\n\nBurying his head in his arms, the defeated man let out a sigh of resignation. A soft scraping ahead of him roused him from his malaise. Standing before him was a full length mirror framed in polished mahogany. And there in the reflection he saw himself.\n\nGetting up off the floor, he took in what he saw. The dress was gorgeous, and honestly, he looked good in it. Sure he didn't have the boobs or hips to fill it out properly, but still. He did have that very androgynous look to him, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.\n\nAs he examined his reflection, he couldn't help but get a bit turned on by it. He wasn't gay or anything, but it shouldn't count if it was him right? Plus, it was kinda hot, in a way.\n\nHis member grew and stiffened, ill contained by the panties not designed for him. A tent pole formed near the top of the dress skirt and he was quick to release it.\n\nPrecum already dripped from the end of his head, and his hand knew what to do.\n\nEach stroke almost felt like someone else, like his twin sister almost... not that he was into that or whatever. This whole thing was a bit much for him as is.\n\nHe fondled an imaginary tit, pretending what it must be like to have soft pillows of joy hanging from his chest. Just the idea of it put some pep in step.\n\nStroke by stroke, he imagined what it might be like to be a woman, even for a day. Stroke by stroke, he pretended he was a stunning lady, everyone's eyes on him. Stroke by stroke, the idea lit a fire in his soul.\n\nHe wasn't even aware he was cumming. The whole endeavor had sent him over the edge mentally, and only after a few moments did his body catch up. Thick seed covered the poor standing mirror as well as the ground in front of him. Miraculously, not a drop fell on the beautiful dress, even as he passed out from the effort.\n\nMoments later, he awoke to find all the girls giggling around him take pictures of his nude form, his johnson in the midst of deflating.\n\nThe clothes nor the mirror were anywhere to be found. He tried his best to cover himself, but the damage was done.\n\nThey're gonna have a field day with this one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Using any (dirty) prompt, describe a single scene as vividly as possible
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"content": "Ill give it a go.\n\nHis arm was getting tired fast as he had been goin hard for a full 30 to 45 seconds after the hour of constant teasing and edging with his favorite sleeve. He started to think he had put it off to lo-.\n\n#BANG!\n\nAll at once his brain ceased to function as his body's pent up sexual frustration seemed to unload in every sensory overloading way imaginable. His body began to lock up starting with his feet and working its way up through his legs into his torso and out through his arms, doubling him over in the fetal position. Every stream of cum that was fired off like a bullet made his every muscle convulse and spasm violently, each time sending his nerve endings into overload with his brain not sure how to handle them. He couldn't count how many times he unloaded into his sleeve, he couldn't think of anything as it seemed his brain had been turned into putty or jello, perhaps a mix between the two. \n\nWhen it finally subsided a long 30 seconds after the initial release, he collapsed back on his bed. This is the hardest orgasm he had ever achieved and it seemed to reset his brain entirely as he still couldn't think through the slowly clearing fog that permeated his mind. After lying there for a bit and regaining his senses one by one. He tried to pull out of his sleeve only to be met with an intense tingling that was way to much to bear. It doubled him over again, but he managed to pull out. He lie there for a little while longer taking in and getting used to the cold air on his overly sensitive cock. When that feeling subsided and he mostly had his motor functions back he got up to grab a towel. His boyfriend would be home soon and he couldn't leave this mess uncleaned."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After your father married your bullys mother, your fear of her quickly turns into annoyance. Not only does the delinquent girl turn out to be a huge nerd, but she also allways wanted a little brother to spoil. Now she is smothering you in unwanted affection. Sometimes going a bit too far!
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"content": "It was like a bad TV show plot, only this was real. While I had been bullied by Jade, a girl a year my senior, it seemed that my dad had been seeing her mom. When they announced their marriage to us, I saw a glint in Jade's eye that terrified me. I knew she was going to make my life a living hell. \n\nJade was easy on the eyes, but hard on the personality. She had quite the chest—I'm guessing double D's—and a curvy waist that seemed perfectly sculpted down to her hips and impossibly thicc ass. Her long black hair was usually kept in a ponytail or bun, never hiding her green eyes, her obvious namesake. Along with all of that was a rather toned physique.\n\nYet she was a bitch, always insulting me and pushing me around for no other reason than because she could. However, the first day we moved in together, things got weird. My dad and I moved out of our apartment and into their house, but upon arriving, Jade ran out to greet us. She was wearing an extra large anime t-shirt that went down to her knees... I couldn't tell if she was wearing pants or not, but I could definitely tell she wasn't wearing a bra. \n\nHow?\n\nBecause she pulled my straight into a hug, burying my face between her tits. \"Hey there, little bro,\" she said, squeezing and twisting me around before letting me go. \n\n\"Uh, hi, Jade, uh—\" She cut me off with a finger to her lips and a wide smile on her face. \n\n\"You can just call me Oneechan from now on, okay!\" She said brightly as she moved past me to start helping my dad move. \"You can go inside and get used to the place! We'll be sharing a room. You just let your oneechan take care of all the heavy lifting.\" \n\n*Jade's white.* was the first thing that went through my mind. As far as I was aware, she had no Japanese in her blood, so where was this oneechan thing coming from. Second: oneechan? Third: why was she being so uncharacteristically nice?\n\nThen it hit me. It was all an act! Once we were alone in the room we shared, she would— wait, why were we sharing a room? I found myself walking up the stairs and entering into Jade's and my room. Her side was covered with anime posters and figurines. She had a streamer setup, it seemed, which definetly caught me off-guard. \n\nAfter a majority of my stuff was brought in, including my bed, I began to unpack. Part of me was nervous I would have to share a bed with Jade. Shaking that thought off, I sorted through my belongings when Jade came into the room. I heard the *click* of the lock as she closed the door behind her. \"Jade, what are you doing?\" I asked. \n\n\"Aw, little bro, you're supposed to call me oneechan!\" She whined as she sat down next to me. I immediately tensed up. This was it. This was where she beat me up or called me a wimp or... \n\nHugged me? More breasts in my face. Normally I wouldn't complain, but this was so weird. I pulled away, \"Jade? What the fuck are you doing?\" \n\nShe gave me a look I'd never seen from her before as she ran her hand across my leg, \"it's *oneechan*, and I'm just taking care of my little brother. It must be so difficult to make this change, so I'm here to support you.\" \n\nThere was no way I was buying this from her. It was all too easy. \"Do you really think I'm going to buy this? You've been bullying me for years and all of a sudden, I'm just supposed to forget about all of that and call you my sister?\" Before she opened her mouth, I spoke again: \"I'm not calling you oneechan.\" \n\nShe looked over at me with a pained expression. She seemed hurt? \"I...\" She looked down to the side. \"I've always wanted a cute little brother to take care of and spoil. I promised myself that if I ever got one, I'd love him and treat him so well! When I find out it was going to be you, a part of me was frustrated. The other part saw this as a karmic second chance. I'd been a bitch to you and not in the sexy tsundere way, but now I got to fix that and get a little brother out of it.\" \n\n\"But why did you do it? Why bully me?\" I asked point-blank. \n\nShe was ready, though. \"Because it got me off... Being the hot, sexy, bitchy archetype is fun and really gets me going.\" She leaned closer to me, her hand trailing up my leg and slowly moving to my crotch. \"But you know what gets me hotter than that? Having a cute little brother to have fun with.\" Her hand finally rested on my crotch; regardless of my feelings for her, I was sporting quite the erection. She put her other arm around me and pulled me close, pushing my face between her breasts. I groaned and tried to push away from her, but hold on me was absolute. Though, my knees buckled when her hand that had been dancing along my clothes slipped into my underwear, groping my cock. \n\n\"Little bro's nice and hard for his oneechan, huh?\" She cooed as her hand started to glide up and down my cock. \"That's so cute! Don't worry, little bro, your big sister will help you out with that. It is my fault, isn't it?\" \n\n*\"Mmmph!\"* I groan against her bussom, but it's useless. Her thumb runs over the tip of my cock while her hand pumps up and down. \n\n\"Good boy; let it all out for me...\" She leaned down and kissed my forehead, driving me over the edge. I feel my body shake and spasm as I cum into her hand and my pants. She lets me rest for a moment before pulling her sticky, cum-coated hand out from my underwear. She flicks her tongue out and gives it a few licks before sucking on them, cleaning them off. \"Didn't that feel good? Now, if you ever feel like that again, just come to your oneechan, okay?\" She asked before walking to the bathroom. \"Well, come on? We need to get you all cleaned up, don't we?\"\n\nI suppose it may have been the shock? Perhaps the curiosity. Whatever it was, I followed her into the shower, though it was far less lewd than the most previous encounter. That being said, she stripped down with me. She didn't let me lift a finger as she scrubbed me down before letting me out of the shower. (Un)fortunately, it seemed like that was going to be a regular thing from now on. \n\nThe biggest change, though, was at school. It was like all of Jade's friends had gotten the memo; I went from being teased and bullied to being the center of their attention as they spoiled me. It was awkward, at first. But it got worse before it got better. You see, Jade's initial bullying inspired others to do the same. Her thinking had even been 'if I'm not here to do it, it's good someone else will be able to.' \n\nQueue Xander. Rich kid, bully, asshole, etc. Well, he decided to go after me, pinning me against my locker. He pulled his arm back only for it to stop moving and 'pop!' with a sickening noise. \"Let go of my little bro,\" came the voice from behind him. I looked over his shoulder and saw Jade... No, I saw Oneechan. \"New rule:\" she shouted. \"No one touches my new little brother, got it?\" \n\nThe collective silence was her answer. At school, she was the alpha and since I was with her, I was like one of those teacup dogs that snuggles with the big dog. Which was a fitting comparison seeing as we shared a bed. From they day on, though, things got better for me all around. I could finally have a normal school life... mostly. Aside from the constant moments of Jade and her friends hovering over me. \n\nAt home, it was the same. Jade was always with me, taking care of me. It got to the point I couldn't even make passing remarks without her taking them as wishes or commands. \"Man, I could go for some sushi right now...\" \n\nCue several plates of surprisingly good homemade sushi. I wasn't surprised, though, considering how far Jade had taken her love of Japan. \n\nI'd say the biggest downside was that dating was impossible. No girl was good enough for me. No girl deserved me... At least that's what Jade would say as she chased them all off. Of course, this left me with some... urges. For example, one evening, I was hiding away in our room under the covers, thinking Jade was asleep. I was trying to get some relief when the covers were ripped off of me. To my surprise, a very naked Jade stodd there with her arms crossed. \"You shouldn't have to do that alone! Why don't you use Oneechan's boobs?\" That was all she said as she wrapped her tits around my cock, enveloping it. Much to my chagrin, I came within the minute. Oneechan, for her part, was unfazed. She thought it was cute, even. Of course, we practiced quite a bit and built up my endurance. \n\nWhile I wasn't ever entirely sure how or why she changed on a dime, I was grateful for it. I didn't particularly believe her explanation, but it really didn't matter. Call it Stockholm syndrome or whatever — plenty do — but I ended up falling in love with her. She was overjoyed when I told her this; we were both out of college by this point. While there was a slight taboo to our budding relationship, we eventually prevailed and came out on the other side. \n\nWhile the \"oneechan\" persona has died down over time, it does still come up in the bedroom every so often. It's funny, though. Who knew that my bitchy bully would end up becoming my busty bride?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me superhero/heroin prompts it could be fun.
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"content": "So looking for a ditzy way in over her head superheroine who is easily defeated and helpless! With her only powers being an irresistibly large backside and the ability to withstand a superhuman amount of punishment she serves as a distraction until the police arrive to find her in like yet another compromising or humiliating sticky situation! And word gets around town so crime rates are shooting up just to get a chance to see our poor heroine! Seeing the exhausted bad guys eventually arrested is enough to keep her spirits high no matter how embarrassingly painful the process was to do so even if the city citizens think she's a joke..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy catgirl just tried milk boosters one time! It might not have been a big deal, if not for her great-grandmother having been a cowgirl. Now she can't stop making milk, and her tits just keep getting bigger!
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"content": "\"Feel like a cowgirl for a week. Bring creamy novelty to love life.\" The catgirl repeated her whine like a mocking mantra whenever she placed the pump's cups on her nipples. \"'It's going to be a bizarre week, but come on, Emma, everybody's in. The effects will wear off soon after.'\"\r \n\r \nWell, for her friends, the effects were really gone. Their breasts grew a little, they lactated a little, they all had fun with the weirdness of inducing their milk production, and, as promised, after about a week, their lactation ceased. Megan and Lauren were even lucky enough to permanently increase their size by a cup or two. Now Emma…\r \n\r \nAfter the fateful week passed and her production didn't decrease, the young catgirl, at first, didn't worry. Each case is a different case, and, in hers, it might take a little longer to dry up. The manufacturer even stated this in the instructions.\r \n\r \nHowever, instead of decreasing or staying at the same level, her production only increased, and her breasts followed suit. They continued to grow, running through the alphabet, past the various comparisons with balls and fruit until they reached twice the size of her head.\r \n\r \nThe supplement had activated some cowgirl gene that Emma didn't even know she had. Courtesy of her great-great-grandmother, her medical exams revealed.\r \n\r \n\"Of all the lotteries, I had to win this one in particular.\" She lamented as she lifted one of her breasts. So heavy, it felt like a bowling ball had clung to her chest.\r \n\r \nAnd where were her friends now that she needed to milk herself at least thrice a day? All they had for her was a few pitying looks followed by a 'we're sorry' before their lives returned to normal, and they got to forget about the catgirl with the giant reminders of their bad influence.\r \n\r \n\"Fuck them.\" She proclaimed as she released her breast. It slammed into her chest with all its weight and a smacking sound. \"Ugh. Fuck those tits too.\"\r \n\r \nBefore turning the pump on, Emma chose one of these new trashy tv shows to distract herself and numb her mind. However, the pump's motor managed to be just as loud as the television. The noise drowned out the dialogues and dramas. Her desired numbness did come, though, from the very suction of the cups.\r \n\r \nThe young catgirl thought she would get used to the tool, that her sensitivity would decrease as she used it. However, each milk spray extracted from her left behind a tremor running through her body. A tremor that targeted her very core.\r \n\r \nAs she watched her milk paint the inside of the cup white, Emma reached a hand inside her pajama shorts. Gradually, the bomb ejected her anger and frustrations along with her unwanted bounty, leaving only the tingles of a body crying out for the most intimate of touches. It didn't take long for her fingers to synchronize their movements with the rhythm of the suction.\r \n\r \n\"Stupid supplement!\" Emma held on to what little anger she had left. Her tail thrashed, bumping against her back, her thighs, and the couch. \"Stupid Kate, with her stupid ideas, making me aaahn…all wet and horny. Damn it.\" The catgirl swayed her hips, urging her hand even more. Her breasts spurted more and more milk, her arousal increasing its flow.\r \n\r \n\"Stupid genes.\"\r \n\r \nThe memory of the doctor informing her of her condition emerged amidst her fervor. At the time, her breasts already exceeded the handfuls, much more than the product had promised and what Emma imagined she would have in her life, even when she passed through her teenage years.\r \n\r \n\"Stupid boobs.\"\r \n\r \nShe remembered the countless bras she had to buy as she grew. Each was bigger, uglier, more expensive than the other and, even with all the support they offered, many could not withstand her expanding immensity.\r \n\r \n\"Stupid milk-Aahn!\"\r \n\r \nThis time there were no memories, only the shock and spasms of the climax she had reached. A climax that lingered as her breasts still had milk, and the pump continued its purpose. The catgirl's feet twitched with overstimulation, and she had to be careful her claws didn't scrape the couch.\r \n\r \nEventually, Emma calmed down. Her body relaxed even with the pump still in motion. The throbbing of milking became less intense now that she had relaxed. Gradually, the sound of the engine made the catgirl's head bobble until, finally, she rested it on the back of the sofa. Her eyes were heavy, yielding to the comfort of sleep that embraced her.\r \n\r \nFor now, she appreciated the moment of peace, for she knew it would end the instant her mind roused from her slumber."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What would come next? Strapped to the bed, blindfolded, listening to device bandage, unable to hear what is going on in the room, fully sensitive to any touch or feeling you might provide - will it be punishment or pleasure?
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"content": "In a weird way, you felt almost free as you lay still on the bed. The only sensations you can feel are the leather straps holding your arms and legs secured to your bed. The soft sheets gently underneath you, and the gentle grasp of the noise canceling headphones and facemask depriving you of all your senses except for touch. Time seemed to stand still as you had no sense of time. Only the still air washing over your naked body, and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Eventually, this stillness is broken as you feel the gentle touch of another person. Gracefully dancing their fingers around your body. Up and down your arms they went. Then a pause as you feel your body swelling with arousal. You gently strain against the straps, but a firm grasp around your legs quickly makes you still again. Seemingly approving of your acceptance, the hands drift their way up your legs until they are calmly resting on your inner thigh. Your arousal increases, filled with anticipation and excitement for what you hope the hands will do next, and they seem to agree with you, and the gentle fingers begin to massage and pleasure you. Slowly at first, skillfully hitting your most sensitive spots. The hands are knowledgeable and efficient, increasing and decreasing their speed sending waves of pleasure through your body. You quickly lose track of time and you are skillfully pleasured, made all the more intense by the fact that this was all you could experience. Your sight was blank, you could only barely hear your own gentle moans, but your full focus and attention was on the pair of hands skillfully working you closer and closer to orgasm. \n\nYou had already lost track of time, but a moment of panic crossed your mind as the hands suddenly stopped their expert work. You buck your hips, hoping that the hands are hovering just out of reach, then quickly remember the last time you struggled, and hastily returned to a still, trusting this person not to leave you this close. Your trust appears correct as you feel the bed shift from the weight of another person. You feel them make their way on top of you, then gently lower themselves towards you. The familiar feeling of sex with another person nearly sends you over the edge, but you take a deep breath and manage to hold back. Up and down, in and out, back and forth. You settle into a steady rhythm, one that is only interrupted by the sudden feeling of lips on yours. Your mouth easily slides open and your lips interlock and your tongues explore mouths. Lost in pleasure, you feel the familiar loss of a concept of time, and you are gently fucked and made out with. \n\nThe lips suddenly break off. Your head reactively pushes forward, but the person on top of you clearly has other things in mind as your mouth only meets air. The gentle rhythm has picked up, and you begin to get fucked faster and faster. With your senses cut out, the intensity feels dialed up to 11 as you begin to experience that familiar feeling of approaching the edge of the greatest orgasm of your life. You begin to let out moans, ones you can barely hear, but you are too lost in pleasure at this point to care. The fucking continues and builds until you feel your pelvis tighten and you explode with pleasure. Wave after wave pases over you, as you feel your partner also eagerly milking out their own orgasm as well as yours. \n\nAfter a moment of still, the person lifts themselves off of you, and you feel your restraints begin to be undone.\n\n----\n\nFirst time trying second person, and tried my best to keep the genders ambiguous for both people involved, hopefully it doesn't detract from the experience. This was a good prompt, lot of fun to write out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A man turns into a woman and spends some solo time exploring the new body. But what are the circumstances of the change? Willing, unwilling, an accident? Magic or technology or what?
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"content": "A guy whose girlfriend is unsatisfied with his performance in bed, he tries his best but he just can't get it right. She is a witch/found a magic shop/whatever and turns him into a woman for a weekend so he can practice on himself. She didn't ask him first, just made sure he had no plans for the weekend.\n\nMaybe the spell or whatever swaps their equipment between the legs so she has his dick and the vagina he gets is hers exactly, so his practice is more useful. Side effect is that he gets her dick preferences and she comes back once he's had a couple successes. (She still looks the same except for having his dick)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Incest, Cuckold/Cuckqeen, humiliation, public, rough, mix it match it one or all.
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"content": "When she lost the bet, the last thing has she expected was to become her BFF's boyfriend's fuckdoll, and when she went double or nothing, she expected to win, not to become free use for their whole friend group. Now, she had special instructions to only work clothes she could be fucked in, and her BFF loved to bend her over, pin her against a wall or the back of the couch, and invite one of their guy friends over to come take advantage. It was humiliating, but somehow she just felt *hornier* every time there was a get together..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lonely guy writes erotic fantasies about real women. One day he finds a magic notebook and writes his fantasies in it. When he writes in this notebook the real women feel what he writes. This leads to a lot of women having orgasms in public.
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"content": "Hope you enjoy, please give feedback. \n\n\nDark Akuma was sitting in class when he first saw the notebook. It was his senior year, and he was really just waiting to be done entirely. Despite easily achieving the top grades in his class, school bored him. It was this boredom that lead him to discover the notebook, actually. He was looking out the window, not paying attention to the teacher. -He already knew everything that was being taught- and he saw a pink notebook fall from the roof, or that was what he first assumed. Knowing more, he now suspected it fell from heaven, or some equivalent version of it. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nWhen class ended, he walked over to it. On the cover, in white letters, it said \"Sex Note.\" He was obviously intrigued by this, and opened the book. On the first page, there was a list of instructions. They said:\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"The human whose name is written in this notebook... shall fuck.\" \n\n\"You must picture their face while writing their name, so people with the same name are not affected. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAt first he wrote it off, considering it some kind of prank. But he was strangely intrigued. So he took the notebook, and when he got home he decided to do a little experiment.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe wrote porn about real women all the time, as a way to cement his fantasies. So he decided to do the same thing with this book.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe flipped through the TV stations and found that a favorite of his, Emily Lawton, was currently appearing on a late night TV show to promote her new movie.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTesting the book, he wrote: *Emily Lawton will be anally penetrated, and her tits will be groped at the same time.*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWith a flick of his pen, he dotted the period and waited. After about 40 seconds, Emily jumped out of her seat on the TV.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Emily? You alright there?\" The host asked. Emily stood still, looking shocked. She moved her hands against the back of skirt, feeling around. \n\"I- I'm not sure. I just... had a weird spasm, I guess. I thought I felt something, but I guess it was nothing.\"\n\n\"Alright, then let's get back to talking about this amazing film you've starred in. You're playing the role of Jennifer-\" Dark tuned out the man. Shocked by what he had just seen, he exhaled heavily. The implications of this were massive. Experimentally, he wrote something else: *For the next 60 seconds, Emily Lawton will have her pussy relentlessly pounded.*\n\nAfter again waiting about 40 seconds for the command to take effect, he noticed something. Emily was shifting in her seat, her smile hiding internal tension. She hid it well. She must have been braced for it because of last time, and she was a good actress, a professional, but since he knew what to look for, he could see what was happening. Experimentally, before the 60 seconds were up, he wrote 3 more commands:\n\n*Emily Lawton will have her pussy relentlessly pounded for 60 seconds, Emily Lawton will have her pussy relentlessly pounded for 60 seconds, Emily Lawton will have her pussy relentlessly pounded for 60 seconds.*\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe original command had worn off by the time these took effect, but when they did... oh boy. He could see Emily's eyes widen slightly for each additional command that activated. She shifted far more now, and her smile had vanished, giving way to a concerned look.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Excuse me, I think I need to go to the hospital. I think something's wrong with me.\" Emily said to the host, getting up. But it was too late. Dark had already written his next command. *Emily Lawton will have a very intense, vocal, quivering, squirting orgasm.*\n\nAs Emily practically ran offstage, her knees buckled and she collapsed onto her hands and knees. She moaned loudly in pleasure and shame, a stream of clear liquid could be seen dripping from her skirt. Her cheeks were flushed red.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Holy Shit.\" Dark said, beginning to fully realize the implications of what he'd just seen. Then, he jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had eyes that you could just get lost in without any trouble... Too bad you didn't realize just how lost you could become. (Hypnosis? Addiction? Infatuation?)
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"content": "Carey had just moved in next door. For a single girl in her 20s, to be able to afford a two-story house, especially one this size, was unheard of. I'd been living in the house next to hers for only a year or so now with my wife, so to have a new neighbor was a bit refreshing. She was only a few years younger than us and we were excited to meet her as the familiarity of newness still had yet to rub off on us. Perhaps we could all relish in the semi-awkward feeling that only those in their 20s moving into an older neighborhood could. My wife, Silvia, was at work most of the time, though. My office was closed and we were told to work from home until further notice, so I didn't have much in the way of outside connection. \n\nWhile the neighbors were nice enough, I couldn't exactly go hang out with them or invite them over, much less hit the bar with them. Not that I thought I could with Carey. I highly doubted my wife would let me go hang out with another woman without her. The knock at my door one fateful day made that supposed-prohibition irrelevant. As I opened it, I got a good look at Carey. She had long black hair with a streak of blue running through it. She was curvy and fit, her hands resting on her hips. She wore short cut-off jeans and a band T-shirt. It was faded, but I think it was something typical like AC/DC. \n\nBut my gaze was drawn somewhere particular. Not her chest. Not her ass. But her eyes. God, they were beautiful. I could stare at them all day. How had I missed them when I first saw her? \"...so I was wondering if you could come over and help me.\" She said, the sound coming back to me as my tunnel vision on her eyes faded. \n\n\"Uh, yea, totally. No problem,\" I replied with little clue as to what I had agreed to. I simply followed her over to her house, a slight feeling of emptiness in me as I could no longer see her eyes. After we entered, she turned to me with a soft, innocent smile, her eyes pulling me back in. \n\n\"You're a cutie,\" she giggled, tracing her finger along my chest. \n\n\"T-thanks... I... You're...\" I couldn't seem to form words as my focus lied solely on her intoxicating gaze. \n\n\"I know, sweetie. Why don't you just relax and listen to my voice, hm? You can look into my eyes while I do that. My deep, blue eyes.\" She purred, pressing her body against mine. \n\n\"Yes... I love your eyes...\" \n\n\"Good boy... It's so lonely over her. You don't want me to be lonely, do you?\" \n\n\"No... Don't want you to be lonely...\" \n\n\"So you agree that you should move in with me, don't got? So I don't get lonely?\" She asked, bringing her hand up to my cheek, cupping it gently. \n\n\"Yea... I should move in so you're not lonely. But... What about my wife?\" I asked in a small moment of lucidity. \n\nShe paused for a moment, a small look of worry on her face, not that I could tell. Finally, it seemed like she had come up with a satisfactory answer. \"You don't actually want to live with her. You don't even like her. You much prefer me. In fact, you actually love me.\" She reached down and rubbed my cock through my clothes. \"Isn't that why you came over here? To confess your love for me and to ask me to be your wife?\"\n\nMy mind whirled as it tried to process everything; her words were easily overwriting knowledge I'd held true for some time. But the more I looked into her eyes, the more sense it made. I didn't *actually* love Silvia, I loved Carey. I came over here to tell her just how I felt and to ask her to marry me. \"Carey,\" I said, biting my lip. \"From the moment I saw you yesterday as you moved into the house, I just knew I had to be with you. I love you; I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. I don't have a ring, but—\" \n\nShe hushed me with her finger, \"bring me *her* ring.\" \n\nI understood the task; my old wife's ring wasn't fit for her as it was meant for Carey. \"Bring it back to me tonight. Ask her for it, and then simply come over here. Even if she questions you or chases you, you will give it to me.\" \n\nI nodded and suddenly, I was back in my living room. Something felt off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Had I just zoned out? I went over to Carrey's to help put up a bookshelf and... I must have been very tired. I went upstairs to take a nap until my wife came home. When she did, my 'programming' activated. \"Honey,\" I said, greeting her at the door, \"may I see your ring?\"\n\nShe looked confused, by slipped off the expensive diamonds. \"What are you—\" before she could finish her question, I was already out the door and heading to Sarah's house. I needed to give it to her. I needed to declare my love. Carey opened the door to her house and I immediately dropped to my knee, holding out my wife's ring, all the while Silvia was yelling and complaining... It sounded like muffled noise to me. \n\nI once again found myself in a different place... Carey's living room. She was riding me, bouncing up and down on my cock as we sat on the couch. \"Good boy,\" she said, never breaking eye contact. \"Now, cum for me, hubby.\" She cooed, leaning into my neck and kissing it. I, of course, could not resist as I filled her up with my cum. I moaned loudly as I exploded inside of her tight, warm pussy.\n\nAcross the room was a bound and gagged Silvia, \"tell me, hubby, who have you always loved?\"\n\n\"You, Carey.\" I replied dutifully. \n\n\"Of course you have; we've been through so much together. Work, college... *high school.*\" Carey said with a glint in her eye. There was a sudden recognition on Silvia's face. \"That's right, bitch. You made my life a living hell all throughout high school, but I've been planning my revenge ever since graduation, slowly directing your lives to this very moment. But that's not all; this isn't even the first time your 'loving husband' and I have done this. Though, I've made sure he doesn't remember any of it.\"\n\nShe flicked on the TV and a video played from an obscured camera. \n\n*It was of me in my tuxedo on our wedding day; Carey was on her knees, bobbing her head back and forth on my cock. My head was tilted back as I grabbed the sides of her head and started to fuck her face, eventually cumming down her throat. The next video was of me, Carey, and Christine, Silvia's colleague from work. I was on my knees with my face buried between Christine's legs as I hungrily ate her out.*\n\n*\"So you're saying he'll just obey you?\" Christine asked, her hand on my head as she grinded against me.*\n\n*\"He always has and always will. Just one look into my eyes and he's mine.\" Carey bragged.*\n\n*\"And that bitch is none the wiser, is she? Ohhh fuck!\" Christine moaned as she came on my face.*\n\nCarey turned off the television and looked back at Silvia, \"he's been mine for so long. All of those business trips, all of those guys nights: me. He's been slowly conditioned to take whatever I say as fact. All of those memories he's had with you? Mine. They're with me now. I told you, bitch, that I would pay you back for everything you did to me.\"\n\nEventually, Carey let Silvia go. She, of course, went to the police. My darling wife anticipated this, however, and had already brought them to heel. Our neighborhood and most of our small town were under her thumb, giving her odd looks. To them, I'd always been married to Carey. She called my parents, her parents, friends, family — everyone she knew and they all said the same thing: that I had been married to Carey this whole time and that Silvia needed to let this obsession with me go. \n\nI, of course, was oblivious to my new life. All I knew was that I loved Carey and I could get lost in her eyes and never want to come out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Normally, Tiffany kept her secret kink between her and her girlfriend, but when one of her guy friends stayed over, her girlfriend insisted that she treat him as an honored guest... Tiffany had to be his maid too!
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"content": "Tiffany and Kelsey had been together for a few years now and their relationship dynamic has definitely shifted over the years. What began as simple roleplay in the bedroom eventually spilled over into their daily routine. Tiffang was a sub by nature and Kelsey was a domme; this made the dynamic relatively easy. When Tiffany wasn't cleaning out cooking, she was usually pressuring her 'mistress.' of course, it wasn't so maid work. Just most of the time. \n\nWhen Sam needed a place to stay after his break up, Tiffany was surprised that Kelsey offered their house. Sam had been Tiffany's friend since high school, so she was definitely open to him staying. She was just upset that she had to give up her maid outfit she duties while she was there. \n\nOr so she thought. \n\n\"Why aren't you in uniform?\" Kelsey asked as Tiffany came down the stairs in a t-shirt in jeans. It was the first day Sam was staying with them. The two of them were seated in the living room, watching tv together. \n\n\"Uniform?\" Sam asked, noting Tiffany's frozen stature. The girl gave her lover a look of confusion and bewilderment. \n\n\"In this house, Tiffany is the sexy maid. She is the lowest on the hierarchy. Even below guests she must acquiese to their every desire. Since she is out of uniform, she must be punished. As the guest, would you like to do the honors? \" Kelsey crossed her arms and looked at Tiffany. \n\nShe knew what she had to do, so she dropped her pants and walked over to Sam. She bent over his lap and braced for her punishment. It took an excruciatingly long moment, but then the smack to her tight ass came. Tiffany bit her lip as she felt the pleasure slowly start to build. Each spank sent shivers down her spine... He was far rougher than Kelsey, but Tiffany liked it. A lot. Her spanks were quick and with purpose whereas Sam's were hard and primal. He would come down onto her ass and grip it tight. Finally, he returned and let her up. \n\n\"Thank you for the punishment, sir. I still endeavor to do better in the future,\" Tiffany said with a bow as she ran up the stairs to go get changed. She spent the rest of the night waiting on them, serving them drinks and food. It was exhausting, but exhilarating. \n\nThe next morning, Kelsey rolled over in bed, \"good morning, pet, I would like you to—\" she stopped as she looked over to Tiffany's side of the bed. \"Tiff?\" She shopped up and slipped on a robe, checking the bathroom before walking around the house. She finally found her on her knees in Sam's room, his cock in her mouth as she dutifully bobbed back and forth on it. \n\n\"Hey, Kelsey! You're right! Tiffany does give me my every desire. I texted her this morning and told her I wanted a blowjob and she came in without hesitation.\" Sam said, punctuating it with a slave slight moan as he rested his hands on Tiffany's head. \n\nKelsey felt slightly aroused, but also a bit frustrated. Tiffany was supposed to be there in the morning to get *her* off. Well, it was only for a few days. \"Uh, great! Glad she's doing her job. I need to head into work today. If you need anything, ah— um, just ask Tiffany.\" He gave Kelsey a thumbs-up as he came in the maid's mouth. \n\nKelsey sped off to work, trying to get the images and skins out of her mind. However, it only seemed to make it harder to focus; she usually was able to deal with her arousal thanks to a morning tryst with Tiffany. Today, though, was exceedingly difficult. The end of the day couldn't come soon enough. As she hurried home, she thought about all the ways she was going to use her girlfriend. When she walked through the door, Tiffany was there to great her with a bow. But she seemed dishevelled... And there was something rubbing down her leg. *There's no way...* \"Greetings, mistress. I would have run your bath already, but Master decided he wanted to take one. He may be done soon. As for dinner, I already cooked Master his dinner and the leftovers are in the fridge for you.\" \n\n\"Uh, thanks, Ti— slave. Mind giving me a shoulder rub? It's been a long day.\" Kelsey asked. Since when did she ask? It was usually a demand. \n\n\"I would love to, mistress. But it will have to wait. Master asked me to bathe him today and I should not keep him waiting. Unless you would prefer me to stop serving him?\" Tiffany asked, biting her lip. \n\n\"No, no, feel free. He's a guest, after all,\" Kelsey said, waving her off. Tiffany bowed and scampered off. Kelsey sighed and went into the kitchen to make her leftovers. \n\nAfter finished her food, she went upstairs to bathe herself. She passed by the guest room and peaked through the crack in the doorway. She saw Tiffany bouncing on top of Sam's cock while he laid on the bed. She was moaning lustfully as he gripped her hips, , thrusting into her. Cum already covered her face and breasts, dirtying her uniform. \"Take it, slut!\" Sam groaned as he filled her cunt once more. \n\nKrissy hurried on past the room and into the shower; the way Tiffany was moaning... Kelsey thought she was strictly into women, not women *and* men. So why did it sound like she was enjoying it so much? After she got out of the shower, she looked at her phone and saw a text from Tiffany. \n\n*Hello, mistress. I will not be able to join you in bed tonight as master has requested my presence to keep him warm. I will see you in the morning.* Kelsey tossed her phone to the side in frustration before going to sleep. \n\nOr so least trying to. She woke up not even thirty minutes later to the sound of the headboard banging against the wall. She ventured to guess that Sam was fucking Tiffany again. Eventually, sleep overtook her. When she woke up the next morning, she sighed and got ready for work. Tiffany was in the kitchen, thankfully clean, making breakfast. She set a plate down for Sam who was already waiting and then one for Kelsey. \"Aren't you going to eat, Tiff?\" Kelsey asked. \n\n\"Oh, no. I had my breakfast earlier,\" she said, licking her lips slightly. \n\n\"Okay, well, uh... I've gotta work late tonight, so—\"\n\n\"That's perfect,\" Sam cut her off. \"I was thinking of having some friends over for a game night. Is that okay?\" He asked, turning his head to Tiffany. \n\n\"Of course, Master. Feel free to use this house for whatever you need,\" Tiffany replied, not waiting for Kelsey. Kelsey didn't even speak up; it wasn't worth the argument to her. Besides, she wouldn't be home anyways. \n\nWork was particularly gruelling as the thoughts of Tiffany and Sam ran through her head. Towards the evening, her phone started to blip. She looked over and saw Snapchat notifications from Tiffany. Kelsey smiled, thinking about their usual messages. Tiffany would often send her risqué pictures about how much she missed her. \n\nInstead, she opened the image to Tiffany on her knees with several cocks in her face. One was down her mouth while she stroked two more. The rest were jerking off. The caption read: \"Damn, who knew Tiffany was such a cockslut?\" The next was a video of the same activity. Tiffany was bobbing back and forth on the cock as she vigorously stroked the other ones. The follow up image was of her, drenched in cum with a video trailing it. She was panting, covered in cum, and looking into the camera before she spoke. \"Hello, my name is Tiffany and I'm making this public announcement that I'm obsessed with cocks and cum.\" \n\nKelsey almost dropped her phone when she heard that. *Fuck work, I'm going home to iron this out!* Kelsey thought to herself as she quickly packed up and stormed off to the house. When she got there, there was no Tiffany to greet her. Instead, it was just Sam, sitting in a relatively messy living room as he watched TV. \"Where's Tiffany?\" Kelsey demanded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To combat severe population declines the governments of the world have begun mass producing Androids/Gynoids with breeder fetishes. The plan goes horribly right.
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"content": "Her apartment was a single bedroom halfway up one of the inner scrapers of the Greener Pastures conglomerate grounds. A reading nook that overlooked the 4th traffic altitude, low enough to avoid the noise of industrial freight, high enough for the views. A foot of insulation and an over powered air conditioner, her apartment was like an ice cave. An analogy made all the more real by the pitch darkness she sat in.\r \nSarah waited in the closet, sat with her knees to her chest, looking up at the door. His footsteps padded around the apartment, the clatter of dishes, the soft whirr of the machine cleaning them. How long would he make her wait?\r \nThe footsteps approached and faded, each time her excitement rose and fell with them.\r \nThe handle clicked and light blinded Sarah, she gazed up into it smiling serenely as he came into view. He looked perfect in every way, like he had been made just for her.\r \nHis fingers held her chin, looking her over, rolling his jaw as if considering, she didn’t want to let this opportunity get away from her, he needed convincing.\r \n“I’m ready for you sir, fully charged.”\r \nHe didn’t respond, his eyes wandering down over her naked skin. She pressed her cheek to his palm, rising up onto her knees to follow his hand as he drew her up. His eyes ran over the seams over her arms, the thin black lines where her parts came together, her slender waist, her… \r \n“Who do you belong to?” he asked.\r \n“I am assigned to John Murdoch, you sir, to do whatever you need.”\r \nShe rose, about to stand when his hands were around her waist in a flash, lifting her from the closet. She was so light compared to him, she enjoyed the short embrace before she was dropped onto the edge of the bed.\r \nShe bounced with a laugh but quickly composed herself.\r \nSarah arched her spine, pushing her breasts out and smiling up at him.\r \n“My very own sex toy.” he said.\r \n“Of course sir.”\r \n“I could make you clean the dishes for me.”\r \nShe laughed and nodded. “Ofcourse.”\r \n“And take you for walks.”\r \n“I can accompany you anywhere you wish.” she said, sitting up to perch on the bed.\r \n“Parade my little sex toy around naked for everyone to see!”\r \nSarah faltered, her cheeks flushing bright red.\r \n“That’s a nice feature.” he said.\r \nSarah’s brow furrowed, biting her lip as the thought of being led around like a pet, naked in front of thousands of Greener Pastures employees. He had said something…\r \n“Feature?” she asked.\r \n“You can blush.” he said, standing just in front of her.\r \n“I have many featu-”\r \n“Open your mouth.”\r \nSarah stopped mid word, opening for him, his thumb running over her bottom lip while his other rested on the waistband of his pants. Her breath caught in her throat, she wanted to be used, she was built to be used.\r \nShe looked up at him, the corners of her eyes smiling as his hand worked the button of his pants. \r \n“Do you want it?” he asked.\r \nShe was about to nod when he slid between her lips, she moaned around his length. His hands ran into her hair as she pressed herself down, moaning onto him. She was supposed to work his length, tease the tip, let it build slowly but she needed it! She ran her lips down and held him close, holding her breath but letting go, all her stress flowing away with it. She held his hand in her hair, eyes easing closed.\r \nHer hand wandered down to her sex, finding she was soaked, moaning anew as she explored her clit.\r \nThere was a sharp click in her ear and her eyes flicked open to see his snapped fingers. She followed the order and worked his length, pulling back to the tip and thrusting down, stopping only to catch her breath.\r \n“That’s a good sexbot.” he said.\r \nHer lips smiled around him then gasped when he pulled free, she fought against his hand trying to draw him back into her. His hand pressed on her shoulder and she quickly followed his order, scooting back onto the bed.\r \nHe rapidly rose and followed, sending a thrill through her. She didn’t make it far before he had her, hands tight on her thighs and dragging her hips toward his. A sharp gasp as the base of his cock pressed hard to her clit.\r \nSarah’s fingers wrapped around his tip, stroking and rolling her hips over him, running her clit up his length. His hips remained pressed to hers, his iron grip like a vice holding her in place. She couldn’t rise up and slide him down into her sex.\r \n“Fuck… John, stop teasing me and…” she started, her words breaking as he pulled back and drove his length into her. She barely had time to regret saying it as he turned to a machine, pounding away at her sex with a pent up fury. She was so wet she gave no resistance, forgetting her hands and legs… her mind focused only on the sensation of his cock pounding into her. She felt the tightness of his hold, his skin pulling beneath her fingers and the hard musculature working beneath.\r \nSarah forgot about the hard day, forgot about spreadsheets and the world outside. The last of her focus used to draw his lips to hers, moaning into his mouth as he buried himself inside her.\r \nShe gasped, her legs drawing tight around him and locking, holding him close as a quiver shot through her body, releasing down onto him. He came just as she did, filling her sex with her selected donor’s seed.\r \nSarah melted in his tight embrace.\r \n\r \nSarah smiled at the rain speckled window, the night time lights and billboard glow glittering through the drops. Tight in his warm arms, her breathing having eased back down.\r \n“If you have time, we can…” started John.\r \n“No, I’m flat out tomorrow.” she said.\r \nJohn released her and rose. She showered, washing off the drawn lines on her shoulders and ‘joints’. John stood at the cupboard, clean and working the charge cable toward the small of his back. She stepped close, smiling and rising up on her toes to kiss his lips.\r \n“Good night Sarah.”\r \n“Goodnight John.” she said, leaving the closet door open and curling up in the bed to face him. Her lips still drawn in that serene smile that only he could give her.\r \n“Sweet dreams.” said John."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She held her massively swelled belly between her hands as she walked with her hung boyfriend. He encouraged people to touch her “pregnant” belly, knowing it’d cause a large amount of cum to push out of her pussy. Because she wasn’t actually pregnant, just stuffed with enough cum to look like it
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"content": "A quick story I dashed off on my phone. I hope that you don't mind monster girls or femboys...\n\nA smug smirk formed on Vicky's lips, the bunny girl raising an eyebrow as she looked down at Alex, the petite and feminine cow\"boy\" who had followed her into the room. He was even wearing a dress, and looking far more demure than she was. For her own part, Vicky's bodysuit showed off acres of her smooth, tanned flesh, her long legs especially on display, her thighs thick with muscle, as a college track star, but her hips still round and wide, tapering to a tiny waist. The bodysuit even hugged her pert little breasts nicely.\n\n\"So, we play spin the bottle for 7 minutes and heaven, and I end up with you? Fine. Fair enough,\" the blonde bunny said. Let's just hurry up. The blonde track star was obviously a bit disappointed to have ended up with this femmy little twink with Holstein hair.\n\nFor his part, he could barely meet her gaze, blushing beneath his black and white bangs, as he looked at the floor. He could hardly believe his luck, having gotten paired up with one of the most popular girls in school, at a party he didn't even expect to get invited to. His tail swished nervously, as he fiddled with the edge of his skirt. He wasn't sure if she was into femboys but that wasn't what was really making him nervous. There was a reason that he was wearing such a long and loose skirt, after all...\n\nRaising the hem of his skirt, Alex soon revealed a pair of balls the size of cantaloupes, and an indecently sized cock to match them. His dick was nearly the size of his forearm, and Vicky let out a surprised gasp on seeing it.\n\nHonestly, the bunny girl wasn't sure what to do with it. It was just huge! And she could practically hear the cum sloshing in his balls. With some reluctance, she turned and leaned across the bed. She unsnapped the bottom of her bodysuit, and resented her pussy to him. She planned to let him have her pussy for a little bit, and then to finish him off with her hands. Trying to get his monster meat into her mouth would be ambitious, but she had to admit that part of her wanted to try.\n\nI'll hit wiggle and a bit of verbal encouragement was enough to convince him to come forward, gently easing into her sex. Vicky moaned and squirmed as she felt her womanhood stretched around the largest cock she had ever attempted to take, and she had attempted quite a few! \n\nBoth of them sighed in pleasure, as Alex finally slid all the way inside, and soon he started to thrust. Vicky was in ecstasy, always having been a bit of a size queen, and quickly changing her opinion of the petite femboy cowboy She'd misjudged earlier. I feel her climax building and building, her clit rubbing against the sheets and her hard nipples doing the same. She lost herself in pleasure and soon started to ride and convulse under him. She was so lost in her own orgasm that she forgot about asking him to pull out, and when he grabbed onto her back and ran his cock all the way home, the tip kissing her cervix, her eyes went wide, as she realized what was about to happen.\n\nAlex is cock exploded, an almost audible eruption of come pumping out of him and straight into Vicky's womb. Vicky moaned as she felt herself filling with his seed, and soon she was squirming again, moaning even louder, as pleasure coerced through her, all thoughts of asking him to pull out driven from her mind as her consciousness nearly ebbed. Her womb filled and then her belly started to stretch out, as his seed kept forcing itself into her. First, her taut tummy rounded just slightly, doming out a bit, as she leaned back against him, raising just slightly off of the bed. Alex slipped a hand down to her stomach, and she did the same, and they could both feel her belly starting to get round, as he pumped her fuller and fuller of his cum.\n\nVicky's belly was growing and growing, cum sloshing audibly inside her as she grew. She first looked just barely pregnant, something that had happened before with her other boyfriends, but her tummy wasn't nearly done growing yet. Her belly swelled to the size of a basketball, and still Alex kept breeding her, cum pumping and pumping into her ceaselessly. Her skin groaned as she stretched bigger and bigger, swelling moment by moment, her fingers spreading apart on her stomach as she grew. Alex was rubbing slow circles around her belly, proud, on a primal level of just how much he was filling her.\n\nVicky's nipples were rock hard, and with her other hand she started to rub them, even if she leaned back against her lover. Another climax was coursing through her, and she could practically feel herself getting pregnant, her new acquaintance breeding her more thoroughly and more potently than she could have previously imagined. She did never been with a bull before, not even a petite fem boy one, and she couldn't believe the volume or potency of his seed. Her heavy belly sloshed and swelled until she looked 9 months pregnant, and it was then that she collapsed forward onto the bed again, her small new lover still rubbing her tummy lovingly.\n\nShe groaned underneath him, her sex still milking his lovely cock, and her tits and clit rubbing against the sheets, as her climax still coarsed through her. It was only the beeping of her cell phone, signaling that 7 minutes was up, that inspired her to try to move. She pushed against her cute and femmy lover, and come started to rapidly leak from her sex as Alex pulled out of her. Not knowing what else to do, she snapped her bodysuit closed again, hoping the leaking wouldn't be too bad. Most of his cum was deep inside her womb, but even her vagina was absolutely filled with it, and it was hard to get it cleaned up at all, even with a handful of tissues. She tried not putting too much pressure on her belly, and it seems like she wasn't leaking too rapidly as long as she didn't disturb her packed belly too much.\n\n\"I meant to tell you not to come inside... You definitely got me pregnant,\"she mock chided the blushing cowboy.\n\nHe puts an arm around her hip, giving her thigh a little pat, and she gave him an indulgent eye roll.\n\n\"You're lucky my parents are eager to have extra kids... I can't deny this feels kind of good\" She was blushing herself, as she rose from the bed. Her blush only intensified as the couple exited the room, all eyes suddenly focusing on her massively \"pregnant\" tummy.\n\nThroughout the night, Vicky and Alex got to know each other a bit better, and they could tell they'd be fast friends... With benefits. Alex did seem to take quite a bit of pride and it just how big he'd pumped the bunny girl, and he also seemed to get a bit of enjoyment out of encouraging their friends and fellow partygoers to touch or caress her round stomach. In addition to eliciting a sexual shiver from her, it seemed to make a little bit of come leak out of her every time. If it didn't turn her on so much, she would have complained more, but as it was, she just enjoyed the attention and tried not to blush too hard. There was a certain pride that she too took in the round, bloated belly that Alex had given her, enjoying the preview of just how big she get later on when the pregnancy had really taken. \n\nThe two left together, Vicky contentedly stroking slow circles over her round tummy, feeling fully bred and strangely satisfied. Alex also rested a hand around her hips, frequently giving her belly a pat. Friends with benefits? Breeding buddies? A pair of college students who shop for dresses together? They had a lot of relationship to explore, and neither one of could wait to see how big Vicky was going to get. Her tits had already started growing, her body eager to accommodate her new pregnancy, and she could tell that her body was going to respond very, very well..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: woman with a cnc kink has herself hypnotised to think rapeplay is real.
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"content": "Jessica steps out of the shower and after toweling off slips into a pair of maroon lacy panties. The band ride high on her hips and her supply fruit like ass swells along the curve and swallows the thin cloth. She puts on a matching bra set that lifts her ample breasts and pushes them forward. Her wide dark areolas can still be seen through the lace. She finishes the look off with thigh high stockings and a matching garter belt, the straps accenting her shapely thighs. \n\nLeaving the bathroom she steps into a silk nightgown and sits down at her open laptop to see an email awaiting her. Opening it a program starts. The screen flashes quickly between shots and displayed words. YOU ARE RAPE MEAT. the image of a woman being held down crying. YOU ARE PREY. A camera looks up from the ground a womans face is pressed down by her attackers foot as his length impales her from behind. YOU WILL BE TAKEN. A blonde is slapped and pushed against the wall by her throat. YOU WANT RAPE. Two men rip the dress off a middle eastern woman. YOU ARE SCARED. POV shot of a woman crying her legs being grabbed and her holes taken. Jessica is watching her eyes empty, a line of drool trailing from her plump lips as the window to her bedroom is broken open. \n\nShe screams as the man enter the room dressed in all black. She tries to run past him for the door but he is so fast. Her blood is running cold as he rips her night gown open revealing her lacy ensemble. Why did she dress like this again? The man chuckles and kneed a breast in his hand and reached to feel her mound. “No….please. Just leave me alone.” She cant help but cry. For some reason she feels like this is what she deserves. He slaps her and pushes her towards the bed. Pushed her face into the covers. She is sobbing as she feels the maroon lacy covering her cunt ripping. He places the head of his cock against her lips, one hand gripping a fistful of assmeat, the other keeping her faced shoved down and suddenly thrusts his entire length into her. “AHHH! Stop! Please!” Jessica cries out but she knows that she is helpless to be used by this stranger. She whines and struggles against him but is held down too strongly. The sound of her gulping yelps and moans mixes with the squelch of her cunt being forced open and fills her bedroom. She looks up at her open laptop and sees the red light of her camera recording and tears well in her eyes as she realizes that her attack is recorded. \n\nThe attackers thrusts are becoming harder and deeper but Jessicas fear causes her cunt to clamp tight in the intruding object. She cant take the intensity of the pain but at the same time feels an orgasm building inside of her. Each thrust elicits a sharp yelp until eventually she cums and unleashes a long sobbing peal. “You like being rape meat? Dont forget your body is for *my* pleasure.” The stranger grunts and pulls out of her. Jessica attempts to scramble away but he grabs her legs and pulls her to the ground. Grabbing a fistful of hair he drags her until they stand in front of the laptop and lining up is cock with her mouth he stops her futile screams as he fucks her face. Fear fills her mind as he enters her throat and she chokes. She doesn’t think she can take having her throat destroyed like this but it doesnt last long as the stranger bottoms out a few times with aggressive thrusts and forces the entire length of his cock down her gullet. Her eyes water and brain scream as oxygen is cut off and hot cum fills her mouth and esophagus. He pulls out and she chocks and gags spitting up cum. He spits on her face and then leaves through the door. Jessica falls to the ground in front of the camera sobbing, snot and cum and tears dripping down her face. The laptop dings and her sobbing stops suddenly. The screen merely reads: GOOD RAPE SLUT."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a trip to the jungle, you and the crew make contact with a tribe of amazons. One takes an interest in you and visits your quarters.
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"content": "Just a quick response, just typing as I think, but feel free to give whatever feedback...\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAs I'm settling in, a man enters my quarters. He is middle aged and dressed in little more than a loin cloth but it is ornate. He has an elaborate headpiece adorned with bright feathers. He's obviously someone important in the tribe.\n\nHe speaks to me but I have no idea what he is saying. I only know bits of their language. There's something about honor and a gift. As he talks, he's looking me over and inspecting me. His hands wave over my body touching my breasts and butt. I just stand there in bewilderment not understanding what is happening but not wanting to somehow offend this man and endanger the relationship our group as accomplished with this tribe. He then stands before me and drops his loin cloth, revealing his sizeable member which begins to stiffen as I look in shock.\n\n\"GERALD!! TONY!!!\" I yell for our team's interpreter and my husband Tony. \n\nGerald quickly enters the tent and immediately recognizes why I called for him. He speaks to the man and again, I only catch pieces about a gift. My husband Tony, the team photographer, enters and gives me a puzzled look. I just shrug at him to indicate I have no idea what's going on. Gerald turns to me and says \"So, uh, don't freak out...\"\n\n\"What is it?\" I asking knowing it's definitely something worth freaking out about now.\n\nGerald explains that this is the tribe's shaman. He's very important to not only this tribe, but surrounding tribes as well. Apparently, he is very thankful for the gifts the team has given the tribe and wishes to bestow a gift upon our group in return. He has selected me since I am the only female in the group at childbearing age.\n\n\"Wha...\" I start to stammer as I put together what is about to come next.\n\n\"Yeah, he wants to bestow the gift of his seed. This is a great honor. He'll be offended if you don't accept but don't freak out, we'll figure a way out of this.\" Gerald says.\n\n\"Let's cut to the chase. You mean he wants to fuck me. Oh my god. Well, just tell him too bad, I'm already married.\" I say thinking that should put an end to this.\n\n\"They don't have any concept of marriage.\" Gerald says with a look on his face like he's trying to do math, searching for what answer to give next. \n\nI look at Tony who looks just as bewildered as me. The team has worked so hard to gain access to this tribe, it's been weeks of effort. Now, apparently all that has worked too well. \"Say something, Tony, anything\" I plead with him.\n\n\"I, uh, I just don't know\" He stutters.\n\n\"You don't actually think I should go through with this, do you?!\" I exclaim. I would have thought he would throw a fit and kick this naked stranger out of my tent, but there he stood, just doing nothing.\n\n\"Well, you're on the pill so you won't actually get pregnant, but he doesn't know that\" Tony responds in an almost medical tone.\n\n\"Oh my god, how about you, Gerald? Do you think I should do this?\" I ask looking for someone to be reasonable.\n\n\"Well, I mean, like I said, it's a great honor. We'll be instantly accepted by the other tribes.\" said Gerald.\n\n\"It's up to you, honey\" Tony chimed in.\n\n\"Up to me? The future of this whole expedition hangs on this and it's just up to me to ruin it or not? This isn't fair. You two want to trade my pussy for free passage to the other tribes\" I exclaim astounded.\n\n\"Hey, it's not like that. Well, not exactly\" Gerald and Tony reply, just trying to make excuses.\n\nMeanwhile, the shaman is still there. He has fondled himself to the point of being fully erect now. His cock was definitely bigger than Tony's but it wasn't monstrous. It bounced up some with each beat of his heart. He speaks and points at each of the men, now in a more stern tone than before.\n\n\"Is he telling you two to leave now?\" I ask Gerald.\n\n\"No... he's just wanting us to step aside so we can bare witness.\" Gerald replies as they move out of the way.\n\nThe shaman approached me and begins pulling my shirt up. I look wide eyed at Gerald and Tony. My shirt is removed. I hadn't agreed to anything yet. My pants are pulled down by him. I thought we were still talking about what to. My sports bra is pulled over my head and my heavy breasts fall and bounce in front of my husband and two other men. My head is spinning, trying to understand what is happening and what I should do.\n\nI exhale heavily, look in my husbands eyes, and remove my panties.\n\n\"Are you ok?\" Tony asks\n\n\"I'll be fine.\" I say as I lay on the cot and spread my legs before them all and close my eyes.\n\nThe shaman doesn't waste any time. His hands caress my breasts and pinch at my nipples. His mouth moves around my pussy and his tongue begins lightly licking. Hmm, maybe this isn't so bad..."
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"content": "I like this general setup. Maybe a superhero with superspeed who has increased everything like metabolism and libido. He has an older female \"Alfred\" type character that helps him in all these challenges including libido. He gets extremely horny quickly but also always finishes quickly. She helps provide release for him throughout the day. After a battle with a supervillan especially, he has to rush home to her.\n\nHe has a girlfriend that he tries to have a normal relationship with but he wouldn't be able to without getting his libido demands met at home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I've got a good queue of "common" prompts to write. Now give me the twisted stuff. Maybe it's too twisted to post, and you just want a private story. PM me.
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"content": "\n\n---\n\n - My GF has a rape fetish and a crush on our local superhero. What she doesn't know is, *I'm* the superhero. Her birthday is coming up.\n\n - Luigi and Bayonetta go on a lovely romantic date.\n\n - The 50 Foot woman has figured out that Godzilla only rampages because he's in heat and can't find a mate. She decides it's her duty to relieve him.\n\n - Enough \"boypussy\". The time has come for MANPUSSY.\n\n---\n\n - SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! COME ON DOWN TO THE SEYMOUR BUTTZ MEMORIAL FUCKDOME FOR SEXBOT DEMOLITION DERBY! ROBOT ON ROBOT ACTION! THEY FUCK! THEY FIGHT! TEN TONS OF HYDRAULIC DEVASTATION! AND THIS WEEKEND ONLY: YOU THINK YOUR HOMEBREW SEX MACHINE CAN TAKE ON THE BEST BOTS IN THE LEAGUE? PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS! ANNOUNCING THE SEXBOT DEMOLITION DERBY AMATEUR BRACKET!\n\n - You have been seduced by a skeleton. Unfortunately, he is made of bones, so you'll have to find a creative way to get intimate.\n\n - GLaDOS x SHODAN - a snark-off leads to complex feelings, and they try to find a way to fuck without physical bodies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Horny and looking to wright something epic and hot! Best prompt will be made as a PI and I will make it as long and as hot as I can.
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"content": "1. A young and hopeful mercenary accepts a gig as a bodyguard for a humble capital city store. Over the course of the job, he grows rather close to the gorgeous store owner.\n\n\n\n2. A merciless warlord conquers every nation he comes across, his ruthless reign knows no bounds... save for the girls of his harem, who are his priceless gems and the only beings in the known world that see his kindness. (Girls could be human, elf, monstergirl, etc.)\n\n\n\n3. The demon queen tires of her husband's endless campaign against humanity, mostly because she's left alone most nights. She tricks the legendary hero into being part of an affair, often having to devise several plans to avoid detection by the Demon King."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elves and Dwarves, always in competition. The two girls had already competed in kills, an endurance gauntlet, a talent show, and drinking contest, with the score tied. But there was one area they hadn't tried: oral skills. Whoever sucked off the most guys in the tavern would win.
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"content": "The tavern had grown oddly quiet, fixated on the bizarre scene at the adventuring party's table. An elf and a dwarf both kneeled in front of what looked like identical twins, fervently sucking the cocks in front of them.\n\nAfter a moment, both of the copies sighed and dissipated, floating away like the morning mist. \"Looks like a tie, you both finished off my Mirror Images at the same time!\" The man speaking was the bard, identical in appearance to the copies that had just evaporated. Lute slung over his shoulder, he gave the elf and the dwarf a mischievous grin.\n\nOnyx, the dwarf, only came up to the waist of the elf. As the fighter of the group, she was powerfully built, with muscles like steel cords and hands rough from working the forge. She took off her helm, revealing a bronze-colored pixie cut that framed her cute, freckled face.\n\nThe elf, Elune, was her opposite. As the group's wizard, she was tall and slender, with long, flowing golden hair and a sparkling tiara on her head. She had soft, delicate features, piercing green eyes, and a few small golden piercings on her elven ears.\n\nBoth of them were also quite drunk, with no clear winner for the drinking contest, and the subsequent arm wrestling match called off when Onyx accused Elune of using Hold Person.\n\n\"Perhaps... you'd rather have a test of stamina?\" The bard gestured to the rest of the room, a motley assortment of humans, half-orcs, elves, and various other taverngoers. Some looked away bashfully, but others grinned at the two women, drunk, horny, or both.\n\nThe bard made a show of grabbing two nearby men, pulling them towards the table. \"Unless... neither of you are up to the *challenge*\".\n\nThat struck a nerve. Onyx and Elune looked at each other with a mixture of anger and determination. \"That wispy *elf* will tap out before she even finishes one!\"\n\n\"Oh please, those men probably don't even *want* a dwarf like you between their legs,\" Elune shot back. They stared each other down for a tense moment, then suddenly broke towards the two men, neither wanting to lose a head start.\n\nBoth women pulled down the breeches of the men the bard had chosen and brought out their dicks. Elune got to her knees and delicately began swirling her tongue around his tip, while Onyx spat on her hands and began massaging the man's cock to get him hard.\n\nThe tavern filled with the sound of chairs squeaking and boots hitting the floor as men crowded around to view the spectacle. \"Now now, everyone please form an orderly line,\" the bard's eyes sparkled as he worked the crowd, pulling out his lute to play a ribald tune.\n\nElune sucked sensually on her cock, bobbing her head up and down while making doe-eyes up at the man looking down at her and moaning softly occasionally. Onyx worked dutifully on hers, with no need to kneel because of her stature, making loud slurping sounds as she bobbed her head back and forth quickly.\n \nElune's man finished first, groaning as he started to orgasm. She gave an airy, delighted laugh as she pulled the cock out of her mouth just as it began to cum, letting each rope drape across her face as she tilted her head back blissfully.\n\nMeanwhile, Onyx's man had also reached orgasm, but Onyx pulled him in deeper, swallowing his cum with a few hearty gulps. Onyx wiped her lips with the back of her hand and turned to Elune. \"Tch, not woman enough to swallow, are you?\"\n\n Elune ran a finger across her face, catching a strand of semen, and seductively licked it off, smiling at Onyx. \"You *dwarves* just don't have any style,\" she said, as the next man in line approached her, cock in hand. \"What men want is to see a good girl turned bad.\" With a sultry moan she turned towards the man's cock and draped it across her face, taking his balls softly into her mouth. The tavern cheered as she worshipped his cock, rubbing it across her face and smearing cum over her makeup, mascara starting to run from her eyes like small black tears.\n\t \nOnyx scoffed and turned to the next cock waiting for her. \"You *elves* are all style and no substance. You don't appreciate the value of hard work and *skill*.\" This next man was bigger than the last, cock standing erect at about 8 inches, but Onyx swallowed all of him in one deft movement, pressing her face against his body. The tavern cheered again as she slid his cock out again from her throat in a single fluid motion, not gagging once on his impressive length. \"Men are like pieces of metal, you just have to have the skill to work out the *kinks*\". She started sucking his cock with renewed vigor, twisting her head to add an extra layer of sensation, reaching up to fondle his balls with her hands.\n\nAgain, the men orgasmed simultaneously. This time, Elune swallowed, looking up with grateful, puppy-dog eyes as the man shot cum down her throat. Onyx pulled the man out of her mouth and worked his shaft as he came, spraying cum across her face.\n\nThe next in line for Onyx stepped forward. She was a curvy, fair-skinned woman, an hourglass figure with wide hips and a generous bosom barely contained by a leather tunic. Onyx looked skeptically between her legs. \"Miss, I'm not sure you understand the contest here–\" she cut off as a thick, shapely cock started to form from between the woman's legs. \"Ah, a changeling. I see.\" The changeling smirked, adding an inch to her already prodigious girth, then added a little extra curve to the end. Onyx rolled her eyes. \"Show off,\" she said as she went to work, again swallowing the cock in front of her.\n\nMeanwhile, the next in line for Elune was a bulky, two-headed ogre. Elune bit her lip with delight as he pulled out 2 dicks, both much larger than a human's, standing side by side between his legs. She took one in her mouth while she worked the other with her hands. Spit trailed from her mouth to each cock as she switched between the two with expert quickness, making loud, sloppy gargling sounds as cum dripped off her face.\n\nThe changeling was much rougher than the other patrons, and Onyx simply held onto the changeling's thighs as her face was roughly fucked, her hefty balls slapping against the dwarf's chin as her hips pistoned against her face. Soon, the changeling groaned, and Onyx looked down with alarm as her already large balls doubled in size and started pulsing, sending an inhuman amount of cum down Onyx's throat. She gulped down the first few spurts, but the sheer volume soon overwhelmed her. She gagged for the first time against the changeling's cock, and a string of cum shot out her nose as her mouth overflowed, thick cum spilling out of her mouth, soaking her body and spattering on the tavern floor.\n\nShe pulled the cock out of her mouth and coughed, cum dangling from her lips, as the changeling continued cumming, plastering the dwarf's freckled face with thick, white ropes of semen.\n\nMeanwhile, Elune had gotten the two-headed ogre to cum, gulping down the semen greedily from one shaft while she angled the other to shoot ropes across her face, hair now matted with sweat and cum.\n\nOnyx glared over at Elune, drenched in cum, a glob of semen gluing her left eye shut. \"That still only counts as one!\"\n\nJust as Elune was about to give a reply, the door to the tavern was kicked open. A horde of orcs poured in, brusquely shoving past the other taverngoers, some demanding beer and meat, some loudly shouting to each other in their own harsh tongue.\n\nThe first one to notice the two women gave a wicked grin, elbowing the orc next to him and pointing at the dwarf and the elf on her knees in the middle of the tavern.\n\nThe rest of the night was a blur. \"Thirty-two,\" gasped Elune as orcish cum spilled across her chest. She was laying down face up on a tavern table, head leaning backwards off the end to be used like a fleshlight for the orcs crowding around her.\n\nSuddenly she snapped her fingers, sending a bolt of fire at an orc that was trying to take off her panties on the other side of the table. \"This is an *oral-only* contest, you oaf,\" she said, leaning back to take another orcish dick in her mouth as the offending orc frantically patted out the fire on his hide armor.\n\nOnyx was standing in the middle of a circle of orcs, expertly sucking one's cock while fondling two others in her hand. The one in her mouth came, shooting ropes of cum across Onyx as she had already moved onto the next, bobbing her head against the orc's heavy frame. \"Thrty-free,\" she said, voice muffled by the thick cock in her mouth.\n\nBy the end of the night, both women were nigh-unrecognizable. They lay next to each other on the tavern floor, panting, caked in cum, sweat, and spit, a thick puddle of orcish cum pooling around their naked bodies.\n\nThe bard sauntered over and leaned down. \"By my count, both of you ladies got... exactly 63 cumshots! Perhaps you would care for... a tiebreaker?\" He fondled his cock beneath his breeches and winked suggestively.\n\n\"Fuck off, bard,\" Onyx said, while Elune rolled her eyes. \"So predictable.\" Elune and Onyx sat up, both eyeing each other warily. \"But we do need to break that tie...\" \"First to cum loses?\" \"You'd win that every time, you insatiable harlot.\" They continued bickering as they made their way upstairs to the inn's bedrooms.\n\nThe party sipped beer silently as sounds echoed down through the inn's thin floors. *\"You call that grappling? I'll show you grappling–\"* there was a thud, followed by a moan audible through the tavern.\n\n\"You know, you'd think they wouldn't still be like this after being married for 12 years,\" the barbarian said after a moment. \"I guess this is just their love language,\" shrugged the cleric, and went back to his ale."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elf notices her boyfriend trying to ignore her BFF's increasingly obvious flirtations... It almost seems like he doesn't know that elves are polyamorous, and nearly always bisexual...
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"content": "This is part 1. This is my first story based on a prompt and english is not my first language. I hope you can still enjoy what I wrote. \n\n\n\"Mhrrrr, you know Nathy, we are really lucky to have such a Big and Strong Man around!\" Elyneas voice was hot and silky as she watched him move the fridge. \"Thanks Ely, but I am not that tall really!\" Finally, the gap between the wall and the piece of furniture was wide enough, so that he could reach between. He grabbed the long item that had been lost and brought it back to the light of day. A curved, wooden sword. Excitedly the women jumped to her feat. \"Oh, thank Eilistraee, you got it!\" the Drow ran over to him, as he handed her the sparing weapon. \"Oh, thank you Nathy. You are a live saver!\" she gratefully looked at him with her dark red eyes, that seemed to glow in her slightly bluish face. Just like most drow, Elyneas heart-shaped face looked as if a talented artist carved it from ivory, with high cheek bones, a sharp nose, and puffy, soft lips. She was, and always would be, an extraordinarily beautiful woman. And for his taste, she already was far too close to him. \"Oh Nathy, thank you for saving my sword. I would have been so screwed at my next session without it!\" She gave him an unusual warm look. \"Oh, how could I ever thank you!\" The young man gulped. \"You could tell me, how that thing ended up behind the fridge!\" Ely chuckled. \"Oh, you know, I was doing some katas, and got hungry. So, I came here to get a snack, and still doing some test swings it slipped my fingers.\" \"And It landed behind the fridge?\" \"Yes, unfortunately!\" \"And It did not hit or break anything on the way!\" \"Yes, fortunately!\" \"A flying sword, did not hit anything in our tiny, cramped kitchen?\" \"Eilistraee was merciful on us poor college students I guess!\" She laughed with her crystal-clear voice. And suddenly she pressed herself into him, making him squeal. \"But now be serious!\" She looks him in the eyes licking her lips. \"How may I thank my dear Hero!\" Now he was panicking. Ely was wearing a very revealing outfit. Her silver hair was braided in an elegant ponytail that reached between her shoulder blades. She only wore a sports bra for a top, leaving an impressive cleavage of her Double D sized breasts. Her midriff was revealed, showing of her slowly forming abbs. In addition, she was wearing Yoga pants, that clinged to her fit legs and showed hugged her firm booty that matched perfectly with her wide hips. Elys body was that of a beautiful trained warrior. Fit and well-formed thanks to her sword training. He chuckled nervously. \"Oh, well uhm, we are roommates so it is just normal to help each other out. So, its fine!\" Nathaniel was so uncomfortable right now. Ely was intimidating. He (5,8Feet/177cm) was barely taller than her(5,7Feet/174). He was more muscular and broader in the shoulders, but he was some just some nerd with unkempt brown hair and green eyes, wearing a Pokémon T-Shirt and baggy pants. Not a martial artist like her. She slung her arms around his neck, gently pulling him closer. Now he could really feel her. Her warmth, her hard muscles her soft skin, her breasts squishing against him. \"Oh, but nathy. There has to be something I can do! You take such good care of us clumsy girls. Always cooking and cleaning. Such a sweet guy needs to be rewarded.\" Oh, why did she have to follow Eilistraee! Why could she not be one of those Men hating Lolth worshippers. \"I... Really...Don’t....\" He started to stutter. He knew that she could feel the boner inside his pants. His dick was a fucking traitor. \"Oh, but there has to be something I can do!\" He shuddered as she whispered into his ear. He got goosebumps as he felt her hot, wet breath on his skin. \"I insist that you tell me! In fact, I demand that you let me reward you. Whatever! You! Desire! “Then she pushed one of her legs between his, finding it against his sensitive parts. He moaned in shock and in pleasure. His carnal instincts wanted her. The clear parts of his mind wanted to push her of. And his heart? His heart was confused as fuck! It is not like he did not like her. The goth drow was his friend Afterall. \r \nBut then another voice joined the conversation. \"Awe, it is so nice to see you two get along!\" Both of them turned their heads to the kitchen door. There stood another elf girl. But she was far shorter than Elyneas. Only around 5,3/160cm tall and ivory white instead of ebony black. While the drow already had an impressive bust and butt combo, this high elf was something completely else. Her hips were incredibly wide, her midriff a bit chubby but still pleasing to the eye. Her Butt was big enough that you could place a cup of coffee on it, throning above a pair of thunder thighs. Her breasts were huge G-Cups, giving her the overall shape of a thick hourglass. Just like Elyneas her golden hair was braided, however in cute twin tails. She had soft lips in a gentle smile, showing pearly teeth, a cute stubby nose and diamond blue eyes. Stretched over her chest was a purple T-Shirt, portraying red eyes and a wide grin, mimicking the face of the Pokémon gengar. In addition, she wore a short pleated skirt, thigh high socks and sneakers. \r \n\"Caelynn!\" Called Nathaniel. Just like that he was able to free himself from Elyneas. Quickly he rushed over to the other girl. \"I just helped Ely get her sword back Lynn.\" He hugged his Girlfriend tight. Her thick, smaller body Feld so right and familiar against his. \"Nothing special\" He was glad to be saved like this. But he could not tell her the truth right away. He did not want to ruin the friendship between Lynn and Ely. He wanted to give Ely at least the chance to talk to her friend and get things sorted out. „Okay listen guys, I do not feel like cooking today. SOOO, I guess I just get us Chinese. Be right back! “And just like that he fled their apartment.\r \n\r \nWhen the two elves were left alone, there were a few moments of silence. Elysae sighed. „Well, that went different than I hoped for! “ Caelynn giggled. „Well, maybe you did not make yourself clear enough? “She walked over to her best friend for years, hugging her tightly and using her shorter stature to bury her face in the martial artists breasts. The drow gowned, pressing the high elf’s face into her cleavage. „Yeah right. I literally told him I would fulfil all his desires and he literally ran away. Maybe I am cursed! “„Awe don’t give up! “ \r \nEly was frustrated and Lynn could tell. „Hai, we can do this. You have seen his boner. It is obvious that he wants to fuck you! And he can’t be that dense. I mean, why should he date me and refuse you? That would be like eating only half the meal! “Now this did make Aly smile. „Okay. I give I one more tries. If he then still acts dumb, I am going to fucking jump him. I am fine with charring my best friend with him. But I won’t chare if I don’t get any dick in return! “\r \n„Atta Girl! That Is The Way!“"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A switch gets into the awkward position of being dominated in front of her ever-so-bratty sub...
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"content": "Helena cut a fine figure in her form-fitting leather catsuit, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, looking every inch the commanding dominatrix she liked to style herself as. She certainly fit the part for the party she was at, soaking in the atmosphere of the kinky play room as people were slowly starting to shift from casually chatting to more flirtatious and sexual suggestions. \n\nYou couldn't guess by looking at her, but this was her first ever proper play party, which was exactly why she'd made such an effort to dress up for the occasion. In fact, she now felt a little *over* dressed, even though she'd had plenty of compliments about her outfit; most of the other kinksters at the event were dressed pretty casually, t-shirts and jeans with some fetish gear here and there. She could tell she was getting a lot of attention because of it though, even if it meant people were a bit intimidated by her; she was also trying to hide the fact that the feeling was mutual.\r\n\nHowever, if there was one person who wasn't intimidated by her, or at least not intimidated by her look, it was her sub Elly who was lounging on the sofa they were sharing with her head resting in her Mistress's lap. She was dressed pretty informally as well, just a clingy tank-top and shorts in black, clinging to her curvy figure and matching her dark hair. She could tell that something was up with Helena, which was the only reason she was keeping her bratty snarkiness to a minimum as her Mistress absent-mindedly stroked her hair. But Mistress and slave, domme and sub, kinky lovers, however you looked at it, Helena and Elly were friends, and Elly was damned if she was going to let Helena turn into a leather-clad wallflower at an event she'd been so excited about it.\r\n\nShe was just about to speak up and make a smug comment that would almost certainly get things going with a punishment spanking, when she was interrupted.\r\n\n\"Hey there,\" a mousy-looking brunette woman in a turtle-neck said, introducing herself to the pair with a small wave. \"I'm Amy. I don't think I've seen you at any of our previous parties. Is it your first time?\"\r\n\nElly perked up a little in Helena's lap, looking from the middle-aged woman to her Mistress, and back again. Of course she knew there were no real rules of sub-dom interactions here, not unless specifically agreed on, but she still wanted to let Helena answer first.\r\n\n\"Oh, hey! Umm, yes, hello. It's our first time,\" she answered, still stroking Elly's hair. \"I'm Helena, and this is...\"\r\n\n\"Elly!\" she piped up happily, sitting up a little and waving back to the woman. \"Don't mind Helena,\" she added mischievously. \"She's just a bit shy about people she can't make lick her boots clean!\"\r\n\n\"Elly!\" Helena snapped back, reflexively giving her bratty sub a sharp swat on the rear that only made her giggle even more, as it was exactly the kind of response she wanted to elicit. Of course Helena adored every inch of her friend's bratty attitude, but at times like this it left her feeling a bit flustered. Amy, however, took it in her stride with a friendly and encouraging laugh.\r\n\n\"I can see that! Right, Helena and Elly... Mark invited you, didn't he? He told me Elly could be a handful. He let me know you were coming because I arrange a lot of this stuff, and he knows I always like to meet and greet the new people.\" She folded her arms in front of herself, still smiling. \"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to try something out? Since it's your first time here and all.\" Amy raised her arm, showing off the red wristband that clearly marked her as a dominant at the party. \"Nothing like a good, thorough public spanking to get rid of your first-time nerves!\"\r\n\nHelena smiled sheepishly at that, but looked to Elly expectantly.\r\n\n\"Well, Elly? Want to give it a go? I'm sure I could learn a thing or two from Amy here.\" \n\nShe immediately wondered why Elly was grinning at her so mischievously though, until realisation dawned on her. \"O-Oh, me?!\" she gasped, her dominant façade floundering a bit as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. \"I didn't... But I'm not...\"\r\n\n\"Woah, hey, it's okay if not!\" Amy said with a playful chuckle. \"But you've got the purple wristband, right? You're a switch?\" Helena felt her cheeks burning even more as Amy spoke; she raised her wrist and nodded slowly. Elly's was submissive blue, but her own was indeed purple. \"Like I said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, but I don't want you feeling left o-\"\r\n\n\"She'll totally do it!\" Elly interrupted, still sporting a wicked grin as she gave her domme a big, 'encouraging' hug. \"Come on Helena, you said you wanted to come here for new experiences! And anyway,\" she leaned in close, talking in a stage whisper that was completely audible to Amy. \"You did tell me you'd love to get spanked!\" Helena tried to pull away from her giggling brat of a sub, but Elly was, as ever, very adept at staying tangled around her friend.\r\n\n\"W-Well, okay, maybe, but-\"\r\n\n\"Don't tell anyone this Amy,\" Elly continued, kicking the stage whispering up a notch. \"But Helena *totally* has fantasies of getting put in her place by a real domme!\" She smirked at Helena, who was about one step away from hiding her face behind her leather-gloved hands. \"Of course, I *know* my Mistress totally is a *real* domme, but her subby-switch fantasies need someone a bit more serious than me.\" She shrugged, as Helena was still looking thoroughly embarrassed, but at least overcoming it enough to look Amy in the eye. She calmly gazed back, her expression friendly, but a tiny bit smug and teasing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM][EU] Pokemon Legends
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"content": "The main character goes up against the three thieves and loses. However, they decide to make the protagonist into a pet Pokemon since they lost. \n\nAn alpha Pokemon proved to be much too difficult for the protagonist and are about to see firsthand why they're called Alpha Pokemon.\n\nCynthia gets sent to the Hisui region without any of hey Pokemon. Lucky for her, there's an Alpha Garchomp nearby. How exactly did Cynthia and her Pokemon get so close again?\n\nThe protagonist has caught the interest of both the Diamond and Pearl clans. Let's see how each tries to win our main character over to their side."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex coupons seemed like a great last minute anniversary gift until she remembered her gf/bf was notorious for re-gifting
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"content": "“Well, I guess its my turn now,” Aiden said. My boyfriend was looking right at me as he said it, and I didn’t like the mischievous grin on his face. He picked up the small pile of gifts next to him and began handing them out, one for each of our roommates; Sally and Jenna, who both shared a bedroom, I was positive they weren’t “just friends”, and then John and Steve, two more of our close friends from college, in the third room.\n\r\n“Here you go, Beth. Merry Christmas.” Aiden then handed me the biggest gift. It was a short rectangle box wrapped in what looked liked cute Christmas trees decorated with ornaments, until you looked closely at them and realized the decorations were all dildos and handcuffs and other sex toys. \n\r\n“Oh my God,” Sally squeaked. \n\nShe must have gotten the same wrapping paper as me. The same wrapping paper I had give my boyfriend as a joke. I never expected him to regift it. Now I was doubly afraid to open my gift. With the naughty paper I was expecting it to be a naughty toy and while I couldn’t decide how to feel about opening it in front of everyone. To top it off, now I was scared that he had regifted something else I had given him. I should have expected it though, he had a habit of regifting.\n\r\nI tore open the wrapping paper, better to get it over with them to continue to torment myself. Under the naught wrapping paper was a plain white cardboard box, the kind mom’s and grandma’s have been saving over and over again for Christmas gifts. I opened the lid and saw a box full of carefully wrapped purple tissue paper, my favorite color. On top of the paper was something I instantly recognized, it was a small handmade book, a coupon book, a coupon book of sexual favors to be exact. I knew this for a fact because I had made it myself and given it to my boyfriend last Valentine’s day. I had just about forgotten about it as he had hardly used any of them. And I knew there was some doozies left in it still.\n\r\nI couldn’t help myself picked the book up and read the cover. “The bear of these coupon can redeem the coupon for said favor anytime and I, Beth, here by agree to preform it.”\n\r\nConfused and a bit fearful, I look back at Aiden and the huge grin across his face. He just stood there watching me with desire. I couldn’t help but squirm in my seat. I looked back at the book of coupons. I was missing something very important. I open it.\n\r\nIt was empty!\n\r\nWhere were all the coupon?\n\r\n“Hey, what is this?” Jenna exclaimed. “The bearer of this coupon can request that I, Beth, spend the day topless.”\n\r\n“Hey, I got one too,” John said.\n\r\n“Me too,” said Steve. “Whoa, the bearer can request one blowjob. Holy shit!”\n\r\n“You regifted all the coupons,” I yelled at Aiden. \n\r\n“Yup!” Aiden replied. “You said you wanted to be more adventurous!”\n\r\n“Oh God what have I done?”\n\r\n“There’s more.”\n\r\n“More?” I squeaked.\n\r\nI moved aside the purple tissue paper. Underneath was some carefully folded black cloth with a coupon laying on top. I picked it up. “The bearer of this coupon requests that Beth spend the weekend dressed up as in French maid costume.”\n\r\n“You didn’t! This was just for us!” I protested. \n\r\n“I did. And you never put any restrictions on the coupon,” Aiden teased. “Knowing you, and I do, you’re going to enjoy this more then I will!”\n\r\nGod he was right, my pussy was on fire and I was trying not to squire in my seat. I looked around the room. All my friends were looking at me. I could see the excitement in their eyes.\n\r\n“Let’s see it,” said Jenna.\n\r\nI pulled out the French’s maid and held it up to my friends. It was black with a white apron, but most of all it was tiny and mostly see through. I could feel the heat from between my legs rush to my face. \n\r\n“Go put it on!” Exclaimed Jenna.\n\r\nI felt myself getting up and heading to the bedroom before I was fully aware of what I was doing. Don’t tell anyone but I was excited for whatever the weekend had in store."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A clingy mom, a distant son, and the fertility Goddess her family prays to. What could go wrong? (Part Two)
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"content": "\"Oh, ***FUCK!***\" \n\nMaria's knuckles turned white as she hung on to her bedspread for dear life. She was kneeled down, on all fours, her lover pistoning into her from behind. His hands grasped her wide hips tightly, leveraging her rippling body to drive himself further and further inside her.\r \n\r \n\"Y-you're too...oh fucking shit...you're too deep...please...you have to...oh fuck fuck **FUCK**!\" \n\nIt was impossible, she couldn't get the words out. She pressed her face into her pillow, screaming out a string of obscenities as he fucked her. The clapping sound of her round ass echoed through the room. She felt his balls slapping her clit, sending little jolts of electricity through her on every thrust. \r \n\r \nShe felt him lean close over her, his chest pressing into her back. He grabbed handful of her hair, and sternly yanked her face out of the pillow, pulling it back towards him.\r \n\r \n\"You're going to bear my children, Maria.\" It was stern, knowing, confident.\r \n\r \nHer thoughts were out of control. Against her will, she heard her own voice answer him: \"Do it. Impregnate me.\"\r \n\r \nAt that instant, she felt searing hot seed shoot deep inside her. Was he cumming directly into her womb? Spurt after spurt surged inside her, triggering her own orgasm. Her legs shook. Her hips buckled. All she could do was clench, and survive it. She felt his other hand grasp hers, and place it down on her belly.\r \n\r \nHer rapidly swelling belly. She felt it push out more with every load that poured from his cock deep within her. More, and more, until it bulged out obscenely below her now enormous breasts. He turned her head towards a mirror on the wall. \r \n\r \n\"Look at you, fulfilling your purpose.\"\r \n\r \nShe was a caricature of pregnancy. Her belly jutted out farther than her arms could reach, acting as a shelf for her massive, pendulous tits. Her nipples dribbled small streams of milk, spraying wildly as they shook with every violent thrust from her mate. \r \n\r \nHis voice rang out again, \"Does this please you?\"\r \n\r \nStill in the throes of climax, Maria screamed out, \"Yes! Fill me! Make me bigger! FUCK!\"\r \n\r \nShe woke up with a jolt in her bed. She was breathing hard, seemingly unable to catch her breath. She looked around. All was dark, save for her little nightlight. She quickly reached down and touched her belly. \r \n\r \n*Not pregnant. Oh, thank God.* \r \n\r \nShe clasped her hand around her tummy, which from the position she was in, seemed to be a little more prominent than before. It created what felt like a slightly more pronounced shelf over her underwear. \r \n\r \n*Oh, no.*\r \n\r \nHer hand grazed the front of her underwear. She was absolutely drenched again. She sighed, exhausted. She did not have the energy to clean herself up right now. She suddenly became aware of how thirsty she was. \r \n\r \n*Probably lost too much damn fluid.*\r \n\r \nShe quietly rose, walked to her bedroom door, and opened it. As she tip-toed out into the hallway, close to Luke's room, she heard a soft noise. Rhythmic. A tapping?\r \n\r \nNo. A clapping. Maria leaned in closer to her son's bedroom door, listening intently. \r \n\r \n***\\*slap\\* \\*slap\\* \\*slap\\* \\*slap\\****\r \n\r \nShe felt her face flush. That sound. Meat slapping meat. Luke was *masturbating*. \n\nShe quickly moved away from his door, and headed downstairs, desperately trying to forget she'd heard anything. If she was lucky, she could go back to bed and not remember any of it in the morning.\r \n\r \n**∾ ∾ ∾**\r \n\r \nMaria stared at her reflection in genuine concern. The shorts she was attempting to put on were stopped at her upper thigh, and they would go no further. Her bikini-cut underwear sliced into her hips, and were dominated by her now very prominent camel toe. She turned around, viewing her backside. The panties were completely devoured by her ass, the fleshy globes far too large for them.\r \n\r \nThis is actually impossible, she thought, glancing at the bra she'd picked out. She grabbed it, and tried to put it on. The cups pushed into her breasts, creating an obvious double bubble. By her estimation, she'd gone up at least a full cup size. Even through the bra, her nipples protruded, as they'd swelled even fatter.\r \n\r \nShe tossed the ill-fitting garment onto the dresser again, and ran her hands over her belly. Bigger there, too. As she turned herself this way and that, looking over her body, she realized she wore the weight well, but there was definitely more of her. She looked more womanly than she ever had before in recent memory. \r \n\r \nAnd then, there was the wetness...\r \n\r \nHer lubrication down south hadn't stopped this time. She was damp since she'd woken up, with the thick, viscous juices that flowed from her pussy liberally. She wondered if she'd have to start wearing pads all the time, it was getting slightly uncomfortable.\r \n\r \nShe rooted around through her drawers, finding an older pair of leggings. After a bit of struggling, she managed to get her larger, fuller ass packed into them. It wasn't terribly uncomfortable, but if she bent slightly, she could see her own pale butt through the taut fabric. It would have to do. She looked down at the bra again. She'd have to go without today. It wasn't like she was planning on leaving the house anyway, she'd only planned to clean. She winced a little, looking at herself in the ratty old t-shirt she'd thrown on. Her nipples poked through, so much so that they created small tents.\r \n\r \n*Jesus, that's noticeable.*\r \n\r \nShe would have to go bra shopping very soon. \r \n\r \nShe walked out into the hallway, approaching the linen closet, to fetch the cleaning supplies she'd need for downstairs. She heard Luke's door open behind her. \r \n\r \n\"Morning, honey.\" She turned and greeted him.\r \n\r \n\"Morning M-\" Luke's breath caught in his throat. His eyes immediately flicked down to her chest, then grew wide. She saw his face flush, then he seemingly checked himself, and returned his gaze to her eyes.\r \n\r \n\"Good morning, M-mom.\" \r \n\r \n\"You...okay?\" Maria didn't acknowledge where his eyes had gone just now. She watched him shift uncomfortably, his hands moved to his baggy pajama pants pockets.\r \n\r \n\"Yeah. Um, I just wanted to tell you I was going to go over to Evan's today. Is that cool?\"\r \n\r \n\"Yeah, that's fine. Be back before 6:00 though, okay? Dinner will be ready by then.\"\r \n\r \n\"Sure. Thanks Mom.\" He darted back into his room, his hands never leaving his pockets.\r \n\r \nThat was...odd. I know I'm not exactly dressed like normal, but I hope that didn't freak him out.\r \n\r \nShe opened the closet door, pulled down the cleaning caddy, and headed downstairs. Maybe a day alone with some manual labor would help her clear her head."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: he told his wife he wanted a threeway to his surprise she asked "who did you have in mind"
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"content": "*Why did I agree to this?*\n\nWhen my husband had proposed a threesome, I honestly thought he was joking. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe I was subconsciously curious about the experience but instead of just shutting him down I simply asked him \"Who did you have in mind?\"\n\nThat leads me to here, blind folded on all fours in a hotel room, wearing nothing but skimpy black lingerie. The hotel room was very nice, and I trusted my husband completely, but I was still nervous. Who could he possibly have coming?\n\nAll of my attempts to pry even a glint of information from him had failed. I had no idea if it was a girl or a guy. If I knew this person or not. I was both excited and terrified. I also knew that this was likely the one time in my life to experience something like this.\n\nThe knock at the door set my heart thumping. My breathing became rapid and shallow. The room was cold and I could still feel sweat forming and beading down my skin.\n\nI had a fleeting hope that when the door open my husband would greet the mystery person and that they would answer and that would give me some clue as to who it was, but there was nothing. The door opened, and then shut, and then the only sound in the room was my breathing and the shuffling of feet as they drew closer towards me.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" my husband asked.\n\n*Yes. No. I don't fucking know, I thought.* Instead of answering I just nodded my head up and down.\n\nThe bed shifted as they joined me on it. I felt hands exploring my body. Try as I might I was unable to discern if they were my husbands or someone else. The hands found their way to my bent over ass and began to caress it, and then lower to the buttons on the underside of my lingerie.\n\nMy attention had been so focused on the hands that I never noticed that other person who had somehow moved before me. The buttons on my lingerie snapped open, exposing myself to whoever was behind me, and simultaneously I felt something thick press against my lips.\n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Lesbian) She swore to slay the monster that killed her mother all those years ago. She trained her whole life and became a skilled hunter of beasts and the paranormal. But her mother’s murder is a succubus… and seduction is her specialty.
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"content": "Ever since that day, she had sworn herself to revenge. Aura had trained herself at first before joining the Guard, dedicating her life to the blade and bow. She rose quickly in the ranks, excelling to be the top of her class before the Captain pulled her aside on that fateful day.\n\n\"Aura, a word?\" he called out. She wiped sweat off of her rosy cheeks and nodded. She sheathed her sword and followed him into his tent and stood at attention as he spoke. \"I wanted to let you know that you're one of the best swords I've ever trained. You have a natural ability for fighting, and you're incredible with both sword and bow. But I know you have higher desires.\"\n\nThere was a tense air in the tent now. She stared into the Captain's eyes, looking for a hint of what this was all about. Her gut flipped, she felt like she knew exactly what this was about. It had been the reason she trained so hard. Her breath was slow, controlled, as she fought of the nerves of what would come next.\n\n\"It's \\*that thing...\\*\" The air of the tent seemed to grow cold at the mention. A wind swept at the flaps, rippling the walls of the temporary shelter. \"We believe it has resurfaced, we believe it is back... We believe you're ready.\" \n\nAura felt her palms go clammy. The breath in her chest caught and held while her mind swirled. This was it. This was what 10 years of training had lead to. She had sacrificed her teenage years, sacrificed her youth, for this opportunity. She was an adult now, 24, and she hadn't felt more ready. \n\n\"Understood, Captain. Do I have your permission?\" Her question was pointed. The Captain looked her up and down slowly, assessing the girl standing before him. A simple nod was all it took. \"Thank you, Captain. For everything.\" He stepped closer to her and offered a hand. She took a moment to compose herself and she took it. He pulled her in to an embrace.\n\n\"Be careful. These things. They're more powerful than you can imagine. Keep your wits about you, and do not show mercy. None will be shown to you,\" his voice was soft, almost fatherly as he whispered into her ear. She nodded, biting her lip to keep the tears back. Aura's arms wrapped around the Captain and she gave him a squeeze before pulling away. \n\nThe pair saluted one another, four eyes glistening with tears, and she turned to leave. \n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nFour days later, Aura sat at the entrance to the Crypt. She had followed the rumors, the tracks, the traces to here. Even being near the stone entrance sent chills through the young hunter. She had left her horse in town, not wanting to subject it to a worse fate. He had carried her across the country, facing small monster as she hunted the clues. \n\nTo the best of her knowledge, the monster that killed her mother was within her grasp. Aura had an idea of what it could be, some sort of demon, but that was as much detail as she could surmise. She had a sword blessed by one of the local priests, a vial of holy water, and her courage. She hoped it was enough.\n\nAura approached the crypt and placed a hand against the stone entrance. She pushed, but the door did not budge. She stepped back and pulled her long red hair back, tying it with a strand of ribbon. A second attempt, Aura moved quickly towards the door and pushed her full bodyweight and strength into it. Stone slid against stone, and the doorway began to give. Her feet slid as she continued pushing, pushing, pushing, until the gap was wide enough for her to slide through."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being stalked by a vampire was scary. Beeing stalked by a nerdy shortstack vampire girl, whos clumsy nature and massive curves causes chaos where ever she goes was annoying as hell. Especially when she did not want your blood but your dick. Who knew cum was a viable alternative foodsource?
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"content": "Timothy sighed and slumped onto his finally fixed bed with a weary smile. The room was clean, all books and figurines and desk miscellany put back where they belonged. A plasterer had been called to fix the drywall and would be coming tomorrow - until then he’d moved his wardrobe in front of the hole. Broken glass had been thrown away, the smaller chunks vacuumed up, and a square of particleboard had been duct taped over the broken floorboards. He still hadn’t found someone for that. But on the whole, the room no longer looked like a superpowered creature of the night had bounced around it like a pinball. \r \n*Crack-chk BAM!* The wall shuddered.\r \n*Oh.*\r \n“Tiiii-mooooth-yyyyy!”\r \n*No.*\r \n“I vant to suck your diiiiiiiiiick.” \r \nHe walked to the window to see the cause of his troubles wobbling precariously one storey off the ground. The five-foot nothing brunette’s round glasses reflected his bedroom’s light, which illuminated the rest of her ensemble of dark colours: pleated skirt above knee-height boots, a plunging top stretched round her enormous jiggling breasts, and a choker which read break me.\r \nShe also had fangs.\r \nTimothy cracked the window. “Nice prop Melissa. No way in the seven circles are you coming in.”\r \nMelissa popped out the plastic teeth and pouted “But I bought them just for you!”\r \n“Buy me a new floor! I can’t believe I let you in.”\r \n“I promise I’ll be careful this time!”\r \n“You promised that last night! And then you flew away like an amnesiac bumblebee on crack.”\r \n“... Forgive me?”\r \nTimothy squinted past the pretty face and glasses. “Did you damage my apple tree…?”\r \n“... Please forgive me??”\r \n“No!” Timothy shut the window and blinds in a rush, turned off the lights, and waited for the wobbling silhouette of the creature to disappear. \r \n1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3.. No change. Perhaps a sniffing heard over the breeze outside. He pulled back the blinds, and Melissa was lit ethereally in moonlight, reflecting off her glasses, her big watery eyes, her thick, downturned lower lip. He cracked the window again. \r \n“I don’t understand how your glasses are still unbroken.”\r \n“Maybe I come in and I tell you?”\r \n“Mel, if I open this window up any further you’ll do your… thing and it’ll be hard for me to think.”\r \nMel sniffed “Can’t help it.”\r \n“Yes you can.”\r \nMel shook her head “Happens when I’m hungry. Pheromones won’t stop. You should… you should shut the window completely if you really want me to go.”\r \nTimothy sighed. Bit his lip. “Meet me by the backdoor. Just float down and walk. And be careful, please?”\r \nMelissa beamed, mimed pressing a button, and descended slowly. “Thankyoythankyouthankyou..”\r \nTimothy closed the window again and adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He walked down the stairs, down the hallway and to the kitchen. He kept the lights off as a courtesy to the night creature, and began turning the key to the back door. It was stiffer than usual. \r \n“Hey shortstack, stop pressing against the door.”\r \n“Sorry! A little hard to control myself!”\r \nHe heard the door creak as the creature pulled off of it. He opened It. She was right there, breasts pouring in past the threshold, looking up at him with deeply dilated eyes without glasses. A heavy scent, both sweet and musky, also poured in and Timothy became lightheaded, his blood rushing elsewhere.\r \n“Hi! Hi… Sorry.” Mel said. She pressed a thick wad of fifties into Timothy’s hand, and pulled back. “For damages.” She lowered her eyes to the large bulge in Timothy’s pants. “I come in now?”\r \nTimothy breathed through his mouth for a few moments, eyes glassy, and put the cash on the counter. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”\r \n“Maybe you come outside? I think that’s a very good idea.”\r \nTimothy’s eyes came back into focus, and he smiled, looking about the patio: the dark tiles, the wooden 6-seater and chairs, the rusting BBQ unused in two years, and open air to disperse the pheromonal spell she was casting. “That could work.” \r \n(1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your newest employee is a massive pain, blatantly breakingthe dress code with how she sometimes doesn't even bother to wear one of her tiny skirts over her panties and constant teasing of her coworkers. She's also far too good at her job for you to just fire her.
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"content": "“Megan.” I steepled my fingers as I leaned across my desk, doing my absolute damndest to keep my gaze locked on her face and nowhere else.\n\n\n“Yessir?” Megan smiled at me sweetly, her hands resting on her bare thigh as she sat cross-legged in front of my desk, the crossing of her legs the only thing keeping me from seeing her panties beneath her barely there skirt. The thing was more akin to a belt than a skirt!\n\n\n“You are an outstanding employee, but your attire is completely unacceptable.” I forced my words out carefully, keeping my gaze locked and desperately hoping this would go smoothly. I couldn’t afford to lose Megan, she was the best engineer the company had.\n\n\nMegan frowned, glancing down at herself. Her eyes widened as if she was unaware how she was dressed. “Oh no sir! I’ll fix it immediately.”\n\n\nI sighed with relief, this was way easier than I expected- “Megan! What are you doing?” I exclaimed as my eyes widened in shock.\n\n\n“Oh I’m fixing my outfit sir!” Megan smiled sweetly at me as she continued to undo the buttons of her blouse, her ample cleavage and flat stomach visible.\n\n\n“No no no, Megan, you need to cover up more, not less!”\n\n\nMegan frowned at me, pausing the work on her blouse as she contemplated me. She cocked her head to the side as I began to sweat. My gaze faltered, lowering to her ample cleavage and the hints of areola that emerged from around her low-cut bra, nipples just out of view as they firmly pressed against the fabric.\n“Sir, this is how I dress. You don’t like it?”\n\n\nI forced a frown onto my face. Of course I liked it, but I couldn’t tell her that! “You are harming team productivity and distracting coworkers.”\n\n\n“Why am I distracting, sir?” Megan continued to frown at me, seemingly hurt by my words.\n\n\nI sighed internally. Shit. This was a trap. This right here. Trap. “You need to cover yourself in proper, professional, office attire.”\n\n\nMegan’s frown increased, it looked like she was on the verge of tears. “But… sir, maybe… maybe I wouldn’t distract the team if I moved into your office here?”\n\n\n“There isn’t room for your desk here, Megan, and that would give the wrong impression.”\n\n\nMegan cocked her head at me, a small smile forming on her lips. “What if it wasn’t the wrong impression, Sir.”\n\n\nI stared at her, my mouth began to move before my brain could stop it…\n\n\n————-\n\n\nMegan’s hips rolled in slow circles as she bounced slowly, smoothly, up and down in my lap. My cock buried in her ass, I leaned back and sighed in satisfaction. It had been three months since I moved Megan into my office and while there was a bit of discontent from the main work floor, nobody could really blame me. At least that’s how I justified it. Frankly I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the jealous stares from male peers or the annoyed looks from female peers. I didn’t care that my girlfriend left me when she walked in on Megan blowing me, I mean, she could have accepted Megan’s invite to join us… whatever. Megan was amazing, a free spirit that loved slutty office attire and it turned out, loves being an office slut. Probably wasn’t gonna introduce her to my mom, but I sure as shit was going to keep fucking her ass.\n\n“Oh fuck Megan, you sure you’re going to get those design reports done on time?”\n\nMegan gasped as she rose and fell steadily on my cock, her legs straddling to either side of my chair and her bare breasts in my face.\n\n“Fuck yes sir, oh fuck yes. I’ll have those done about 10 minutes after you cum.”\n\n“Good girl, I’m almost there!” I praised while also warning. She smiled happily at me as my cock began to twitch, unloading myself into her in short order. She pulled herself up off of me, clenching her ass tightly to keep from spilling my seed out. She pulled down her tiny skirt, managing to barely cover her ass.\n\n“Thank you for the new skirt sir, it fits perfectly, and you’re so right about the easy access to my ass.” Megan smiled at me, leaning over to give me a quick kiss before trotting back over to her own desk, squeezed into the corner of my modest office.\n\nThe office might be cramped, but Megan was worth it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You two should fuck and get it over with" is heard around the work place often but when its said at the family business things get complicated.
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"content": "Office Surprise\n\n“Seriously mom, he’s my cousin!” Jenna exclaimed, her hands waving in the air as if to accentuate her point.\n\n“So? You two are always handsy around each other, you take every chance you can to be close to each other! Stop fighting it! Just fuck already!” Janice stood with her hands on her hips, an annoyed look on her face. “Fuck and get back to work, we need you both at the top of your game or we’ll never win this contract.”\n\n\nJenna stared at her mom in disbelief, unsure what to say. She couldn’t deny she liked Mark, he was not only a cousin but her best friend. He had been getting bolder with the shoulder massages of late…\n“How would that even work? I’m not going to proposition my cousin!”\n\n“Hah! I knew it! Okay, here’s what you do….”\n\n\n—————\n\n\nMark grumbled in annoyance, the client meeting hadn’t gone terribly but they had yet another design change which would undoubtedly set the project back at least another week. Worse, he couldn’t find Jenna to vent to. He’d waited at her desk for a good 10 minutes before finally giving up and heading back to his own.\n\nWith a defeated sigh he sat down in his chair and rolled up to his desk. Might as well focus on the change request and get it over with. First he’d need to email his dad, who happened to be the company owner. And Janice should know, sales always wanted to know. Who else… maybe Tim over in ops or Danie- “what the fuck!”\n\nMark jumped as he felt something brush along the top of his cock. With a start he tried to push back from his desk, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing onto his belt and pulling him back in. In that brief moment he was able to see what had brushed his cock- a slim feminine hand had snaked its way through the fly of his pants and now wrapped itself gently around his shaft.\n\nHe sat stunned as the hand caressed him. Glancing around it didn’t look like anyone had heard his exclamation. The dozen or so desks around him were filled with focused workers, all intent on whatever particular task they had at hand.\n\nThe hand on his cock had succeeded in bringing him erect, and now had some difficulty in pulling his engorged member through the opening of his fly.\n\n“Who are you?” He tried to peek under his desk to get a glimpse of who it might be, but couldn’t see anything more than a pair of slender legs and the bottom of a short pencil skirt. Had he seen anyone in a pencil skirt today? There were at least a dozen interns who might dress like that… or maybe one of the 3 sales associates or possibly Megan in HR?\n\nHis question was rewarded only with a giggle and the sensation of a tongue running a soft circle around the tip of his shaft. He gasped as the sensation was followed up by a touch of metal and the warmth of a tongue as the girl ran her tongue from the base of his shaft back up to the tip.\n\nA piercing? Who did he know with a piercing? Megan didn’t have a piercing. It had to be an intern. He smiled at the thought. All of the interns this year were cute, and while he hadn’t gotten to know any of them… he wouldn’t mind a blowjob from a hot college coed.\n\n“Hey Mark!” Janice’s cheery voice brought his wide-eyed attention up to the woman suddenly standing beside his desk.\n\n“He-hey Janice!” Mark coughed, completely off guard. “Hey, what can I do for you?”\n\n“Oh I heard the client wants more changes, yeesh. Can you get those requests to me and Jenna ASAP please? I’ll have her work the engineering.”\n\n“Oh, sure! I was just about to email you. I’ll send it to the both of you and Pops now.”\n\n“Great! I’ll let you get to it” Janice winked at him before turning on a stiletto heeled toe and strutting off to her office.\n\nMark blinked, watching her go. She winked at me? What the fuck, does she know!?\n\nHe shook his head, she might, but either way he had a job to do. Turning his attention to the computer on his desk he tried to ignore the tongue that still caressed his shaft.\n\nThe girl giggled again, apparently amused at his dedication to duty. His fingers moved towards his keyboard but froze as the tongue was replaced by the soft touch of lips around his shaft. Lips which slowly descended down his length while the tongues metallic piercing traced along his under shaft. He gasped softly as the mouth descended fully onto him, the girls nose pressing against the waistband of his pants. The tongue continued past the lips as they parted for it, reaching inside his open fly to reach the very base of his cock. His tip sat within her throat and aside from the dancing of her tongue she stayed motionless on him.\n\n“Oh shiiiiiit.” Was all he could murmur. He forced himself to focus on his computer, finding the client files and beginning to type the required email.\n\nThe mouth around his cock finally began to move, starting slowly at first but quickly gaining tempo, moving rapidly back and forth, the tight suction of the lips broken only when the girls tongue danced out to caress him, alternating between a clean and nearly silent blowjob and a noisy, sloppy, facefuck.\n\nMark diligently, one character at a time, sweat beeding at his temples, typed out the email. He’d normally be more verbose, but two sentences was all he could manage. He read it. He read it again. He moved the mouse to hover over the send button.\n\nThe mouth on his cock began humming, taking him in deep and holding him as the throat hosting his cock vibrated.\n\n\n“Hey Mark, you going to Outlookers after work?”\n\nMark jerked, staring up at the friendly face of his friend Brandon as he leaned against Marks desk. The humming from the girl blowing him continued unabated.\n\n“Oh, uh, yeah!” Mark stammered, “I mean, probably. I might have other plans.”\n\n“Hah yeah right, you never have plans.” Brandon rolled his eyes.\n\n“Well, I might have a date.” Mark managed, his voice tinged with nervousness.\n\n“Dude! That’s awesome!” Brandon clapped him on the shoulder with a genuine smile. “Do I know her?”\n\n“Uhh, well maybe. It’s… it’s a blind date.” Mark managed, pleased with himself. The humming stopped only long enough for a brief giggle before it started again and the mouth moved back and forth on his cock, letting out a slurping sound as the girl worked his cock.\n\nBrandon shrugged, seemingly oblivious to the uncomfortably loud noises emanating from beneath Marks desk. “Well that’s awesome, bring her along if you guys want or if it gets awkward or anything.” He clapped Mark on the shoulder again before turning away and returning to his own desk.\n\nMark turned to his computer once more, clicking the send button and clenching his jaw in a desperate attempt not to moan. He glanced up as a group of interns walked by. One of them wearing a pencil skirt. His eyes followed the group, wondering if they knew anything. One of the girls- Sally maybe?- glanced down at the bottom of his desk and then up at him, her complexion turning rosy as she whispered to another girl and they giggled at him.\n\nThe mouth on his cock was relentless in its work, but he finally reached his limit, suppressing the urge to moan audibly as he released his load into the greedy throat that awaited. The lips tightened on his cock, working to suck every last drop out of him as the tongue danced to clean up the excess saliva.\n\nFinally withdrawing from his softening cock, the girl planted a soft kiss on his tip before her slim hands tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped the fly up.\n\n“Hey Mark! You’re needed in supply!” Janice called out to him from her office doorway.\n\n“Oh! Just a minute Janice, I’ll be righ-“ Mark started, only to be cut off mid-sentence.\n\n“Need you now, ASAP! Pronto! Emergency! Go go go!” Janice had hurried over to him, pulling him from his chair and pushing him towards the supply staff hallway. Mark could only comply, his eyes glancing towards his desk and the pair of shapely legs he could just glimpse.\n\n\n—————\n\n\nJenna sat at her desk, turned slightly sideways with her legs crossed. She’d pulled her skirt a bit higher, letting the skirt hide only her upper thighs. She’d also popped the top two buttons on her blouse. She normally looked good, but right now she looked downright amazing.\n\nMark should be by any moment, she’d seen him return from supply only to watch him disappear towards the meeting rooms. She gazed off in that direction, waiting for him to inevitably come find her.\n\n“Hey Jenna…” the voice was timid, an unfamiliar trait for the person that it belonged to. Jenna glanced up, finding Peter- the owner- standing several feet away. His gaze struggled to stay respectable and failed, his eyes traveling down her partially undone blouse to settle on her legs.\n\n“Oh hey Peter, can I help you?” Jenna smiled at him.\n\n“Oh… I…” Peter stammered before blurting out, “you look good. Really good. Keep… uhhh. You should dress like this more often.”\n\nJenna’s smiled turned mischievous, “I might need a bit of a uniform fund.”\n\nPeter nodded, smiling. “Done.” He clearly wanted to say more, but approaching footsteps caused him to instead simply nod and continue on to elsewhere.\n\n“Jenna!” Marks familiar voice called to her breathlessly as he hurried towards her desk. “Jenna! You are never going to believe what one of the interns just did!”\n\nJenna smiled knowingly, poorly faking innocence but in his excited state Mark didn’t even notice. “Oh? What’s that?”\n\nHe stepped in close, leaning down to whisper in her ear and resting a hand on her shoulder. She thrust her chest forward a bit as he did, biting her lip seductively.\n\n“I just got the best blowjob of my life at my desk, in the middle of everything!”\n\nJenna smiled, parting her lips just enough to let the metal stud in her tongue be visible. “Oh, you think an intern did that?”\n\nMark stared at her in shock, his mouth working but failing to find words. His eyes locked with hers before breaking the gaze to seemingly notice her for the first time. The cleavage just inches from his face, the long slender legs… he looked back up at her, a sly grin taking form on his face.\n\n“My place tonight?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You get isekied into a fantasy world where you are a busty princess with a secret, you can mind control people who drink your breast milk, they become fiercely obdebient and protective of you. How will you use this power?
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"content": "I opened my eyes to the sight of a beautiful woman sitting amid a room of stars. She looked at me with a sad smile before rising to her feet.\n\n\"Good to meet you lost soul,\" the woman said with her perfect voice. \n\nMy head felt hazy and unclear. I could barely remember who I was, let alone where I was or how I got here. The woman's face changed to one of understanding and she placed her hands together.\n\n\"You must be confused! I don't mean to alarm you, but I have some most unfortunate news,\" the woman paused for a moment. \"You have died and are now residing in the afterlife!\"\n\nI died? I could barely take in any of the information, but when she mentioned my death, an uncomfortable feeling of dread washed over me. It seemed almost better if I didn't remember what happened.\n\n\"Well even if your life has passed that doesn't mean it is the end for you. In fact we have an opening in another world!\" The woman said with a smile.\n\nAn opening in another world? What does that mean!? \n\n\"You will be opening your eyes again in a place that will soon become your new world. It may be a bit of a shock, but I am sure you will appreciate the results!\"\n\nA flash of light rippled through my eyes so blindingly I had to close them. A moment passed and then I found myself pressed against a bed softer than any I had ever felt before. I opened my eyes to an orange ceiling covered in crafted stone murals and an ornate chandelier. I sat up and found myself in an unfamiliar, humongous room.\n\nMost unfamiliar and notable though was the heavy feeling upon my chest. \n\nI stood up and long, sweet smelling sandy blonde hair darted into my vision. I waddled across the floor, struggling to move with the weight of my chest. My goal was the full-body mirror, but when I got there I didn't find answers, only more questions. \n\n\"Who are you!?\" I called out. \n\nMy reflection felt so wrong and yet so familiar at the same time. In front of me stood a beautiful girl with hair the colour of sand, green eyes, freckles and large chest that felt like it was about to burst. She took my breath away as everything about her was beautiful beyond what I could describe as beauty. \n\nI examined myself for a moment when a knock occured at the door. \n\n\"Your highness, it is about time for you to wake up!\" A feminine voice echoed from beyond the door.\n\n\"Um, one minute!\" I said in a panic.\n\nI hovered back and forth in front of the mirror when something flashed through my brain. It was an image of something familiar, a memory. It took me a second to process, but soon I understood.\n\n\"I am princess Clarissa Reynworth!\" I muttered to myself. \"I am the third princess of the Reynworth kingdom and I am gifted with the goddess of fertility's blessing!\"\n\nI continued examining myself when a second knock occurred at the door. \n\n\"Come in,\" I replied, whilst trying to sound commanding.\n\nThe door opened and a pretty maid with black hair cut into a bob entered. \n\n\"Your highness, why are you not yet dressed?\" The woman asked with a sigh.\n\n\"Why am I not dressed?\" I echoed back to her whilst still examining my every move in the mirror.\n\n\"Yes, today is when you meet with Lord Adam for a talk about marriage prospects.\" The maid replied. \"I know you hate talking with him, but still you have to at least get ready for it.\"\n\n\"Can't I just go like this?\" I asked without thought.\n\nI paused for a moment. The voice that just came out didn't feel like my own. Was it the true princess' voice trying to escape? \n\n\"No you cannot go like that your highness!\" The maid scoffed. \"It is indecent for lady to meet someone in her pyjamas!\"\n\nI looked down at my pyjamas. It was one pink dress that started at my shoulders and went down to ankles. I knew women in my previous world who slept naked so I could hardly agree myself.\n\n\"No, indecent would be me going there with nary a thing to cover myself!\" I replied cheekily once again with words that felt like they weren't my own. \"That pervy old codger will be undressing me with his eyes regardless so what does it matter?\"\n\n\"Your highness!\" The maid said with a gasp. \n\nI had another image flash through my head. There was an older gentleman with a spindly body, a balding head and a goatee that look positively villainous. This man was Lord Adam Bennet, the royal vizier and a man who had been creeping on Clarissa since her chest got huge. \n\n\"What is this rush at the image going through my head?\" I muttered. \"Did the princess get off on the idea of an older man wanting her or something?\"\n\nI tapped my foot eagerly before the maid walked up behind me. She looked at my chest and then let out a sigh.\n\n\"We hardly have time for this, but maybe you should deal with that?\" The maid said whilst pointing to my chest.\n\nI looked down and another flash went through my head. Each child of the royal family had been blessed by one of the ten gods of Reynworth. Each in order, these blessing would grant special boons. One god would grant healing and another could grant super strength. Each god would give something different. Who was my god? She was the fertility goddess Whora who granted me the boon of eternal beauty, slight deviousness and breast milk so potent it would make others think of me as a motherly figure to them.\n\nA power that apparently built up over night if the sloshing feeling through my chest was any indication. It felt like having a full bladder, that feeling of pressure about to burst from my chest and make me spurt milk all over myself. It would probably feel amazing to be milked, but then an idea ran through my head. This time one of my own. \n\n\"The breast milk can control others by way of motherhood. It gives them a natural love of me and so I could probably use this any way I want.\" I thought to myself. \n\nThe maid turned around and I gave my breast a slight jiggle and with a tingley feeling throughout my entire body I felt my nipples stiffen. It didn't take long for a little milk to secrete from my chest. I caught some on my finger and wandered up to the maid who was still turned around. I grabbed her with my arm and jammed my finger into her mouth. \n\nThe maid panicked for a second before going limp. She then turned around with a wanting look. \n\n\"Your highness, you are so pretty today!\" She said longingly. \n\n\"Thank you very much,\" I replied. \n\nA little bit of milk only lasts a little while, but it should be enough to get me to where I want to go. \n\n\"So, would you do me a favour?\" I asked.\n\n\"Anything!\" She replied quickly.\n\n\"I wish to meet the vizier today, but I also wish to meet him alone. Can you get him to go to the flower garden to the south of the castle? I will meet him there.\" \n\n\"Consider it done, your highness!\" She replied eagerly.\n\n\"Thank you, and just for the record!\" I called out. \"I will be going there without a scrap of clothing upon my body. Is that a problem?\"\n\n\"That is highly indecent!\" She replied angrily.\n\n\"Yes, but I would like to!\" I answered back.\n\n\"Still I cannot recommend it!\"\n\nMaybe I didn't give her enough milk or she truly believed that she was keeping me safe, but I needed to get out there with my milk on easy access.\n\n\"Okay I will get dressed, but first things first, can you pass me a bottle?\" I replied.\n\n\"I will do just that! Give me a moment,\" the maid answered happily.\n\n\"Very good! Then I will go to meet this man. I am sure he will be oh so thirsty after all!\"\n\nAnd that is the end of part 1 (not sure if there will be more yet) of princess Clarissa's titty take over. I hope you enjoyed it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Welcome to everyone's favourite gameshow... CUM AND GET IT! Where contestants will attempt to shoot and squirt as far as they can, to mark the prizes they can win in tonight's orgy grand final! Let's meet the contestants!"
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"content": "**Contestant Kick-off**\n\nFirst up, let's show our hospitality to George from Alabama! George is known by first cousins and shady stepsiblings alike for his rope-slinging prowess, but will it be enough to win him the big prize tonight? \n\nCompeting alongside George is Pete. Give him a hand folks! Now, Pete hails from sunny California, and he's actually won an award or two for his work in the adult film industry. Can his award-winning loads launch him to our loftiest heights?\n\nAnd now, let's give a warm welcome to our final contestant, Xagyg! It's hard not to notice our progenitor's impressive stature, but don't worry. He's just here to represent the Glorxyns and show off their sex-slinging skills.\n\nAlright, with our lucky contestants identified, all that's left to do is get down to the rootin', tootin', shootin' action!\n\n**Rules Round-Up**\n\nYou all know how this works, but for those of you cumming to us for your first time, here's a brief rundown. We've taken a typical long jump competition, removed all the sand, and will keep the \"jumpers\" behind a line. The farther they can shoot their sexual fluids, the better their prize.\n\nAnd just what are our contestants competing for? Well, they've already won an all-access pass to the live-streamed orgy that airs right after tonight's show. (Get your tickets and PPV passes now if you haven't already.) \n\nBut you'll see all sorts of fun additions with increasing intensity as you move further away from the shooting line. Near the front are a variety of sex toys the contestants can use on themselves or others. You get into machines, suits, and kinks as you approach the midpoint. \n\nBut Midpoint Madness is no joke either! This is the threshold where contestants start getting prizes that affect the whole orgy. Will they be sexing in spuds? That's just one of the fluids and objects we'll pour into the orgy arena if things go well, but you'll see pudding, oil, fursuits, masks, and other all-encompassing twists. \n\nAnd at the farthest end of our scale are the truly tremendous terrors. These change the location, contestants, genders, and overall conditions of our after-hours sex party. To this day, no contestant has managed to reach the end of our scale, so the ultimate prize is still a mystery to all but our show's producers. Will it be revealed tonight?!\n\nNow, bear with me folks. We have just a couple of things left to mention. Remember, only the furthest prize is awarded, meaning contestants must carefully plan their loads to land where they want. And there are some things nobody wants to help us balance the scales (and the budget, but don't let the producers hear that). This is a game of *refinement and high stakes*, ladies and gentlemen.\n\nAnd, as you already know, tonight is our special Male Mashup. Only male contestants, only female participants. It's a hetero hit! Visit our website to find out when our other special events, like Female Fisticuffs, Rough Royale, and Trans Takedown, are set to air! \n\nOkay, I think we've been kept waiting long enough, don't you? So without further ado, let the games begin!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Comment, some vampire smut prompts and I might put them in a story I’m writing!
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"content": "A vampire feels like she's absolutely hooked on drinking her nymph/succubus friend's blood, despite the beautifying and bustifying effects it's having on her figure and the way that it seems to be cranking her libido up. Her friend is only amused by the effects that her blood is having, and is glad to see the vampire get curvier, bustier, hotter, and hornier. At this rate, they can really be besties!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In this world, when boys reach the age of 18, they reach Breeding Age. In only a few days, their testicles become much larger, and women who want children become very aroused around them. One boy reaches the age of 18, and finds he's been "gifted" with 3-4x the normal breeding potential.
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"content": "Billy hugged his mother’s overcoat tight around his lanky form as he sat in the waiting room, perspiration dotting his forehead. Only one other patient was in: a petite red-haired woman in a summer floral-patterned dress who was staring at him with hungry eyes. She was about 10 years older, perhaps late 20s, and gripping her armchair handles so hard her knuckles were white. Billy fixed his eyes on the leaflets ahead of him: *Stop the drop, raise the numbers!; Breeding careers: the best for those with the most success; Sexavex and you: population gene modification done right; Pheromones! Coping with female attention-*\n\n“Billy Tassin?” A female voice said. He stood up slowly and shuffled to the whitecoat-wearing woman stood by an open door. The pear-shaped brunette wore her hair in a bun and smiled deeply at him. “I’m Doctor Kant. Apologies we’re running late, we’re short-staffed today.”\n\nBilly shuffled into the clinic room after her, his cock and balls twinging as he checked out the doctor’s ass, clearly wobbling beneath her coat. She sat down in the desk seat, he sat in the chair facing her. ‘I was told that I would be seeing Doctor Bryson today.”\n\n“Unfortunately he’s ill. I understand that you’ve had some larger than average - oooh. That’s very strong.” Her brow furrowed. “It shouldn’t be affecting me, I must have missed my Pill.”\n\nBilly shifted in his seat “Doctor Kant, perhaps I should come back when a male doctor is present.”\n\n“Oh that won’t be necessary Billy. And please, call me Alice.” The Doctor said, squeezing Billy’s upper arm. “So you’ve had testicular and penis growth larger than the standard multipliers. Are there any other issues with the coming-of-age?”\n\n“I feel like I need to have sex all the time.”\n\n“I assure you that’s quite standard!”\n\n“No.” Billy shifted again and grimaced , “What I mean is, I feel like I need to cum - sorry, orgasm, all the time. My balls - sorry, testicles, feel like they’re about to explode. The pressure has built up everyday since the, um, coming-of-age. But it takes me an hour to… ejaculate? And when I do, it’s barely more than pre-cum. I feel barely any relief at all Doctor Kant.”\n\n“No need to apologise Billy, and again, please call me Alice. Before we get to any other symptoms it’s best if I take a look. Would you mind taking off your coat, popping up onto the examination table and removing your pants?”\n\nBilly hesitated for a moment before standing opening the greatcoat. He was naked from waist to shoes, his brutally thick erection, just shy of 12 inches long, curved upwards above the two grapefruit-sized testicles resting in front of his upper thighs. Scents of sweat and musk and semen filled the clinic room.\n\n“Oh my god.”\n\n“Sorry,” Billy flushed red. “I don’t have anything that fits comfortably anymore.”\n\n“That’s quite alright.” The swollen flushed-red head of Billy’s cock was barely two feet from Doctor Kant’s face. It was leaking precum. She licked her lips.\n\n“Do you still want me on the table?”\n\n“Absolutely. I mean, yes. Thank you.”\n\nBilly went and sat down on the thin papery sheet resting atop the padded table as Doctor Kant put on single-use gloves. Hands quivering, she cupped each behemoth testicle and pressed lightly all around. Billy grunted until she was finished, and she gripped the bottom of the long hard shaft. “Well.” She breathed. “Your testicles show no signs of uncommon growths, just uncommon growth. They are the largest I am aware of, and they might explain your other symptoms.” She chuckled. “And mine. Can you describe your other symptoms?”\n\nBilly looked down at the hand on his cock. “Shouldn’t I put my coat back on for this, Doctor Kant?”\n\n“Call me Alice. And you can put your coat back on if you’d like. But don’t you feel more comfortable without the restriction?”\n\nBilly’s eyes raised. “I do - as long as you don’t mind.”\n\n“Of course not.” Doctor Kant smiled and squeezed Billy’s shaft, and a spurt of precum trickled from the top, dripping onto her gloved hand.\n\n“Sorry!” Billy said. He kept his eyes on Doctor Kant’s, willing himself not to look down.\n\n“Again, no need to apologise Billy. I think you were about to remove your shirt as well, just place it on the side.”\n\n“... Yes. It was quite warm with the coat on.” Billy pulled the dark t-shirt off. Then squirmed, trying hard not to buck his hips into the doctor’s hand wrapped around it. And failing.\n\n“Your muscles are quite pronounced, Billy.” She said, thankfully ignoring the fact that he was beginning to fuck her hand. “The coming-of-age burns through fat reserves at an incredible rate. You should remember to consume more calories.”\n\n“Thank you, I’ll be sure to bear that in mind.” He felt more pre-cum trickle out, but Doctor Kant’s gaze remained fixed on his.\n\n“Now Billy, how many women have you penetrated since your growth?”\n\n“What?” Billy blurted.\n\n“Ah-ha, it’s an important question Billy, please answer.”\n\n“None.”\n\n“Oh Billy, you can tell me,” Doctor Kant squeezed his slowly thrusting cock, which felt oddly reassuring. Despite his recent experiences, not all women were animals. She continued, “most boys who come of age want to revel in how they make certain women feel.”\n\n“Y-yes, those who don’t take the Pill, except family who are unaffected”\n\n“Someone paid attention in sex-ed.”\n\n“But it’s all women for me, Doctor Kant-”\n\n“Alice”\n\n“Alice, it’s all of them. My mom had to kick out a gathering of her friends who were all on the Pill, because they couldn’t stop groping me and making lewd comments.”\n\n“Some mothers would be pleased for their boy, how did you feel?”\n\n“I enjoyed the attention,” Billy admitted. “But I got… flustered. Especially after all the PSAs told me that they’d be normal.”\n\n“That’s understandable. It’s a big scary change.”\n\nHer pupils were dilated, her other hand resting on his thigh. He felt he could tell her. It came out in a rush, “that would have been fine if that’s all it was. I just wasn’t expecting it. But we have our neighbour Kathryn. Mom tells me she’s wanting a child, and yesterday she spent an hour pounding at the door, demanding that ‘I breed her until she can’t walk anymore.’. She was shouting and masturbating for over an hour until the cops showed up. None of my of-age friends have had reactions like that, just lewd come-ons and very forward approaches. So I’ve been staying inside. I’m just a fucking freak, I guess.”\n\n“Billy Tassin, you are no such thing. You’re a fine young man now, and women are just excited to meet the real you. Yes, some women can be a little clumsy expressing themselves around such a potent male, but we won’t bite,” Alice dropped her voice and winked “unless you ask us to.”\n\nThe sensation of Alice’s hand and her kind words relieved a tension in his shoulders and back that he didn’t know he had. “You’re the only woman outside my family I’ve actually felt comfortable around.”\n\n(1/5)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wasn’t as attractive as your girlfriend and tomboys aren’t usually your type. Yet your girlfriend wants you to fuck her anyway. She finds the thought of it so very arousing and really, who are you to argue and not give your girl what she wants?
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"content": "The night had started out rather normal. My girlfriend, Sarah, and I had gone to our usually bar to get a couple drink and hang out. However things changed when she walked through the door. My girlfriend had always enjoyed people watching, but with her it was different Sarah was transfixed on her. \n\nI'm guessing something in that Psychology major brain of hers went off, because after looking at this girl for a few minutes she turns to me and says \"I want you to fuck her\". Of course I almost choke on my drink as she says this. After clearing my throat, I reply with \"What?\".\n\nMy girlfriend rolls her eyes annoyed \"You heard me. I want you to fuck her\". I look at Sarah \"Why?\". Sarah looks at the petite tomboy as she sits at the other end of the bar alone \"I want to see how she reacts moves, hear how she moans then find out what makes her tick\". \n\nI could see the look in her eyes. A look I know all too well. She had found a new project. I knew that the top thing that gets her aroused is her projects. Get her talking about one and she'll be wet in minutes. \n\nI also knew that pulling her away from doing a project would mean months of her being pouty and upset about a possible missed discovery about the human mind. I look over at the tomboy and thought 'At least she's sorta cute'. \n\n\"Fine I'll go try to chat her up and see if I can make it happen\" after I say this, Sarah's focus shoots over to me as a look of pure joy appears on her face. She hugs me \"Thank you thank you thank you\" she says quickly then let's go of me. \n\nI get up and walk over to the girl's table. She looks up at me shyly as I arrive \"I'm sorry is this your table? I can leave if you want\" she says in a timid soft voice. \"I was actually wondering if I could join you\" Her eyes go wide then she blushes and nods. \n\nI sit down across from her at the table. \"So do you have a name cuteness?\" Her blush darkens on her freckly face as she looks down at the table. \"I'm Rose\" She lightly speaks. It's a very fitting for her with her short bright red hair. \"Well my name is Chris. It's very nice to meet you.\" She smiles a little as I say this. \n\n\"So what bring a cute thing like you here?\" I ask as I begin to eye her body slowly. \"Well...I just started college and....I wanted to meet some new people\" She says a bit nervous. \"Oh looking for some new friends. Well my girlfriend and I would love to hang out with you at our place if you're interested?\" She looks at me then I motion to Sarah and she looks at her. \n\n\"I'd like that\" She says softly as she shift focus back to me. I smile and stand up then offer her a hand. She takes it softly. I pay for our drinks then lead her to my car as Sarah follows. Sarah pulls her into the back seat with her. \n\nThey chit chat about different things while I focus on driving. At some point the topic of living situation comes up. Sarah and I were lucky to have come from wealth so our parents bought a town home near the college and wrote it off as an investment.\n\nHowever Rose, on the other hand, explained that she was born into a lower middle class and was barely making ends meet. That's when Sarah suggests Rose move into our guest bedroom in exchange she helps with Sarah's research. \n\nRose being curious asks \"What kind of research?\". Sarah whispers something in her ear that makes a dark red blush appear on her cheeks and looks down a bit embarrassed. \n\nAfter a few seconds of thinking, she finally says \"If both of you are ok with that, I guess I can try it\". I could see the smirk appear on Sarah's face. I chime in \"I'm fine with it\". Rose looks up at me then Sarah \"When do I have to start?\" She asks softly. \"The sooner the better\" Sarah says happily.\n\nWe arrive home after a few more minutes. Sarah goes to our room to get her equipment, while I show Rose the guest bedroom. I could tell Rose is nervous about what's about to happen by the way she fiddling with her hands. \n \nI move close to her \"Nervous?\". She nods then looks up at me as I easily tower over her. \"Will you be gentle with me at least at first?\" She asks. I softly move her hair off her forehead and give it a small kiss \"Of course I can\". \n\nSarah walks in with all her recording equipment \"Everyone ready?\". Both Rose and I nod. Sarah set us both up with wireless brainwave monitors and heartbeat trackers which were essentially three sticker like devices on each of us. \n\nI sit on the edge of the bed and look at Rose. Rose nervously comes over and sits on my lap. She leans up as she closes her eyes I meet her halfway and kiss her deeply. I place my hands on her hips as we continue to kiss quickly escalating to tongues swirling around in each other's mouths. \n\nAfter a hot minute of kissing, she places her hands on my chest and pulls back. However I have just had my first taste of tomboy and suddenly I want more. I place a hand on the back of her neck and bring her back in kissing from the base of her neck to the edge of her chin. \n\nShe grips my shirt as she moans softly loving the feeling of my lips pressing against her neck over and over. I pull her flannel shirt open sending buttons in every direction as she squeaks in surprise. I look at her chest bound with ace bandages and smile \"Hiding something?\". \n\nBefore she can answer, I make quick work of the bandages pulling them off with ease revealing her supple c-cup breast. She goes to cover them, but stops herself as if something clicked in her head. \n\nShe yanks my shirt off and presses up against me going to another kiss. I reciprocate her desire kissing her passionately. She pulls back and looks me in the eyes \"Use me as you see fit. I'm yours\". \n\nAfter she says this, I flip our positions then start kissing down her body slowly. I kiss down her neck, nibble her collar bone, then I move to her breast kissing and sucking her nipples making her moan softly every step on my journey to her waist. \n\nI undo her pants and pulls them off along with her underwear then I spread her legs revealing her tight young slit. I start with a light lick along her folds causing to moan louder. I start licking harder using the full surface of my tongue.\n\nShe squirms from the pleasure. I grip her hips to keep her close as I continue my work on her womanhood. I swirl my tongue on her clit making her scream with pleasure. I spread her lips apart with my fingers then slide my tongue in. \n\nI move it around listening for hitches or gasps knowing those mean sweet spots. After searching and finds a few, I rub those same spots harder with my tongue causing her to arch her back and wrap her legs around my head wanting to keep me in place. \n\nI continue moving my tongue around inside of her feeling her tense and hearing her beg for more till finally I taste her sweet love nectar upon my tongue. I lick up as much as I can before pulling back.\n\nI stand up and undo my pants sliding them down revealing my cock. It slap it against her pussy catching her attention. She bites her lip and nods wanting it in her. \n\nI start by prodding making her squirm and beg for it. After a few seconds of teasing, I slide into her slowly. She whimpers and moans as she's stretched. I caress her cheek and she calms looking at me then nods ready for more. \n\nI start thrusting deeply into her stirring her insides while holding her hips. She wraps her legs around my waist as to prevent me from leaving which I had no plan of doing. I lean down and kiss her as I start thrusting faster. \n\nHer moans get louder and her hands grip the sheets as I go deeper into her with every thrust till my tip is flush against her womb. I pound against it hard as she screams my name. \n\nSarah has taken to rubbing herself at the sight of this rough unyielding sex. Her moans mixing into the choir making my cock throb inside Rose. Rose tosses and turns as she's overloaded with pleasure. \n\n\"I'm getting close\" I says as I start to near my climax. \"Me...too\" Rose replies through bated breath. I pound harder and faster till I'm right at the edge. I go to pull out, but something stops me. \n\nSarah pushes hard on my back to making me slam back in. Rose cums hard then passes out causing me to cum hard straight into her womb before collapsing onto her. After a moment of catching my breathe, I stand up and look at Sarah. \n\n\"Why did you do that?\" I ask as I pull out. Sarah smiles and says \"I want to see the effects a pregnancy has on a tomboy's mind\". She kisses me on the cheek then leaves. I flip down next to Rose. Well looks like it's going to be a long project."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) 18 y/o Mia is a futanari, which is quite rare. She’s almost done with High School, but everyone in her grade bullies her for what’s in her pants, making it very hard for her… When her older sister Katelyn finds out about this, Mia finds comfort in her presence, her words… her body…
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"content": "I slammed the door to the house shut. If Mom were here right now she'd get angry about that. But she wasn't here and I didn't care right now. \n\nEven if she was here I wouldn't hear her with the music going.\n\nDown the hallway attached to the Kitchen, up the stairs, and the second door on the right.\n\nIt wasn't my room, but Kat's. She might be annoyed at me for going into her room without asking, but she wasn't here. She was off at College. \n\nShe must have been busy, as she didn't even manage to make it home for my Birthday nearly a month ago.\nI called her earlier but she had to cut it short, It sounded really loud in the background so she might have been somewhere public.\n\nIt wasn't really the kind of place to have a very private conversation.\n\nDammit. I laid down on her bed.\n\nShe'd bought new bedding when she'd moved to college, and the new bedding hadn't been washed in a while. So it still smelled like her. It was comforting when she wasn't home.\n\nIt had started a few months back, at school. I... I'd had a crush on Rebecca. She was really pretty, so sue me.\nShe had long straight blond hair, and the brightest blue eyes. Her laugh was so high and pretty.\n\nI really should have listened to my friends. I was blinded by appearances and didn't pay any attention when they told me she was a Grade A asshole. \n\nI shouldn't have confessed that I like her. I shouldn't have confessed that I like girls. And I REALLY should have just shut the hell up and walked away when she told me she didn't like girls, and called me a Dyke.\n\nAnd I blame this damn hormonal body for confessing that I was born as the Third Gender. A Futanari, although I don't think thats the scientific term. Something with a H maybe? At least thats whats listed on my Drivers License for Gender.\n\nMost people were neutral about the whole third Gender thing. A lot of people had an outright Fetish for it, and I think Futanari was the number one category or search term on PornHub. I think right ahead of Japanese, Lesbian, and Milf.\n\nJust my damn luck that Rebecca absolutely despised them, and had gotten her Friends into her campaign to shame me.\n\nPart of me knew it was only a Minority at the school that actually gave me shit for it. Didn't help being the only Futanari at our school.\n\nWell. The only one open about it. I knew about 5 more at a School of about six hundred people. Well below the National Average, so I suspected there were a few more.\n\nI still had my friends, and most people were still pretty cool about it all. \n\nI'd had a few dudes show interest, but sadly for them I only really liked women. \n\nBut, that was kind of the issue. While it was only a minority it was a really damn loud minority.\n\nRebecca even had the gall to insinuate that Futanari are just horny time bombs that can only go so long without ripping someones clothes off and taking what they want.\n\nWhich was untrue. While there were a few Futanari rapists even accounting for the population difference the leader on that one was still Men.\n\nGod I still can't believe I liked that asshole. \n\nWhile I absolutely despise Rapists and would never in my life ever actually do something that horrible, it was an almost appealing idea.\n\nI could so easily imagine those bright blue eyes shining so brightly with soon to be shed tears. The mouth so often used to spew horrible things plugged tight with seven inches of cock meat down her tight throat, as I grabbed two hand fulls of that bright golden hair to try and force the last inch down her throat. \n\nSomething shifted in my pants at the thought, and I really hope this doesn't awaken something in me. \nA hand wandered down towards the pants of my school uniform, rubbing the slowly forming bulge through the fabric.\n\nA light moan escaping my mouth.\n\nGod the thought of revenge was so fucking hot, but no. I'd take the high road. In a few months I'd be graduating, and I'd gotten into the same high end college that Kat had. \n\nThat bitch Rebecca wasn't that bright. She'd probably end up working at a burger place, too stupid to even do that. Forced to make money sucking the customers off in the bathroom.\n\nYeah.\nNo. No.\nNo.\n\nI shouldn't do this. I should go to my own room. I shouldn't masturbate on Kat's bed. I should go to my own room. My toys were there, safely hidden away so that mom wouldn't find them without a deep search.\n\nNot that she'd really care. She wasn't much of a prude about that sorta thing, and she'd always rather I used a toy instead of getting someone Pregnant. \n\nOr getting Pregnant, but that had stopped being a worry after I told her I only liked girls. She'd been relieved.\nThough not nearly as happy as Kat. \n\nYeah. I should go to my own room. I don't want Kat to come home and wonder why her sheets have been washed... Although she might just blame Mom.\n\nNo. No. Too risky. Better move to my own room.\n\nMoving my arm to brace my weight to get up Kat's pillow shifted a little under my weight, and there was something under it that didn't feel like cotton.\n\nIt was paper? Oh. Kat had a dirty magazine under her pillow.\n\nThat was almost a surprise. She'd dated a few guys, yeah. Even a girl or two. But her dating history had been rather sporadic. She wanted to be a Prosecutor, and I guess I'd thought she'd given up on dating to focus on it.\nI wonder what kind of guys she was into?\n\nI flipped through a few pages, and uh...\n\nThis wasn't a magazine about men. It could be sorta considered a magazine about women, because there were a few of those. \n\nBut most of the people in the Magazine were Futanari.\n\nLike the page I was starring at, obviously a review of some film I'd never heard of.\n\nIn it was a Futanari woman, a tall one. Long dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a fat cock.\nShe... she kinda looked like me now that I think about it. Same hair colour, eye colour, and build. Probably just a coincidence. \n\nIt was obviously a still image from a video. The Futa in question looked like she was bouncing up and down. Two bright pink dildos, one for each hole. Both of them thick, and judging from some of the still images on the next few pages at least as big and girthy as my own real cock.\n\nVibrators on both nipples, and the strings for a few running up the length of the dildos. Where exactly they ended in her anatomy an appealing mystery.\n\nAnd to top the whole thing off a woman. A blonde blue eyed woman vigorously sucking her off while she bounced on the dildos. \n\nIt looked like it felt great, and I bet it did. That was the way I liked to masturbate the best. \n\nSquatting down one hand thrusting a dildo upwards, hitting all those little deep spots that made my vision swim. The other hand hooked around the front slowly working the shaft with an onahole. I could masturbate either the girl or the boy parts separate but it always felt best when it was both.\n\nI'd even experimented with a finger up the ass, and prostate play could be fun even if I couldn't get off solely that way. But I wasn't NEARLY brave enough to use my dildo up there.\n\nSamantha, my best friend, had offered some advice a while back. I'd had a crush on her at one point, but she shot me down. Women only. No dicks allowed. I'd been a bit miffed but I'd stayed friends with her. Which was more important than a crush, honestly.\n\nSamantha had offered some advice, she really liked buttplugs. And liked just as much teasing me by telling me her latest shenanigans with her girlfriend. \n\nShe loved walking around with a buttplug in public. Feeling it rub against her insides, letting the arousal build up little by little until she was damn near a waterfall. Made all the better by the fact that noone, save me, knew it was there. There were a lot of videos like that. A woman going about her day shopping, before stopping in an empty aisle to reveal the only undergarments she was wearing was the buttplug.\n\nI wasn't quite brave enough to buy one of them. Yet.\n\nI closed my eyes letting my mind wander. Instead of some random Futa it was me. Bouncing up and down on two dildos. Feeling them stretch and stir up against my insides. Rebecca hungrily gulping down my cock, slobbering all over herself, desperate for my jizz.\n\nHer arm brushing against the remotes by accident, sending all the little vibrators taped to my body into high gear. The added stimulation of the nipples, the vibrator on my clit and the vibrators against the balls too much. The warmth exploding out in my stomach and thighs, my balls clenching tight against my pelvis as I send rope after rope of saved up seed down that bitch's throat. Pulling out near the end so I can use the last few strands to paint her face white.\n\nHer gasping for air. Ah god. I'd kept rubbing myself through my pants. Even two layers of thick fabric wasn't enough to stop, I was fully erect now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You are hereby ordered to be sexecuted!" "Uh, do you mean executed?" "No, sexecuted! You will be fucked to death!"
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"content": "The rumble and din of the crowd, filling the entire square and overflowing into the streets, reaching out into every quarter of the capital. The way it dies down in waves, radiating out, as all eyes turn towards the focal point. Quiet, but tense. So strangely intimate. His people.\n\nThe herold with the scroll. The High Priestess and her sisters, nude but for their ceremonial gray hoods. The squad of Concord guards in full shield and bared arms. They all have to come to a stop and wait while the shackles are being taken off. Impatient murmurs flicker up here and there.\n\nFour steps. \n\nThe rough-sawn boards of the platform, so fresh they are still fragrant, floating in the sea of faces. There is no railing. No barrier. Just four edges between life and death. And a post in the center, about knee high. Rounded over.\n\nThe Herold clears his throat, says his piece and steps off.\n\nThe sisters gather around. He shakes his head: no, and the offered blindfold disappears again. \n\nHands around his upper arms, hands on his shoulders. Pushing, prodding, guiding him down on to the post. On to his knees. They gird and strap their superior, take their places. Six in all. Six plus one: seven. A holy number.\n\nOne at each side, holding his arms. One behind, to wind tight the strap around his neck. Two kneeling with him. When their hands find him he moans and shivers.\n\nFamous last words? A quiet \"Thank you, Mother.\" For the High Priestess, standing over him, who makes sure to brush the hair from his face as she gathers a fist full of it in a firm grip at the back of his head, and settles the leather tip between his lips.\n\nHe was well prepared. Toyed and ruined for days, teased and denied for hours. Ready to burst at a mere touch, painfully so, and kept there all the way from cell to post by a dedicated attendant and a leather thong, wound tight around the base. \n\nThe sisters know their business. \n\nA last, desperate struggle. Convulsions. A spurt, arcing up high. Guided by the pronounced right bend to his prick, it finds the chest and hood of the sister working his balls.\n\nAnother.\n\nAnd a third.\n\nThe tension releases, a collective sigh tears from every mouth but one. They let go. Stand back. \n\nHeld up by the post alone. Slumped over. Shriveled. Spent.\n\nThe will of the people is done."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After snooping through her daughter's phone, she discovers nudes of her new boyfriend. She knew he was in decent shape, but she had no idea he was that *hung*. Surely, her daughter couldn't possibly be capable of taking that...
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"content": "*A Daughter's Love (1/3)*\n\nThe phone lay there in the centre of the marble kitchen island, carefully arranged back in the position that Christie had found it. Christie herself was backed against the counter, staring at the phone, face twisted in a bizarre combination of horror, curiosity and wonder. Her daughter had left the phone there unlocked, and was currently at the store getting wine. However, the object of Christie’s mishmash of emotions was on the floor above, showering.\n\nWithout exaggeration, Christie had just seen photos of the biggest cock. No qualifier or condition needed at the end; she was certain that no cock could be bigger than the behemoth currently attached to the man upstairs.\n\nThe man in question, Daniel, was slim, handsome and awkwardly charming. He was just over 6 foot tall, topped with a mop of dirty blonde hair, and often found ways to help out whilst staying over. Compared to hers and her daughter’s 4 foot 11 and 4 foot 9, the man could pin them down easily. And with that home-grown baton he could beat them senseless.\n\nLewd men might talk about rearranging a woman’s guts, but Christie was sure Elle’s would be pulverised if they ever had sex. Of course, they were having sex. She’d heard the occasional muffled sounds from her bedroom. Not that she had minded, she wanted her daughter safe and happy. But with that beautiful meaty pole between her boyfriend’s legs, perhaps Elle was instead driving erratically to ER.\n\nOr maybe she was only ever on top, just bouncing on the top third. Not that the girth would have been any easier up there. Or maybe they just really liked having outercourse or oral sex. Not that you could fit that thing into your mouth. A sloppy kiss might be the only thing Daniel could receive.\n\nOr maybe the adage ‘the camera adds ten pounds’ was 100% true and the weight had 100% gone to his dick. In that case, she should investigate to make sure. Her daughter’s survival depended on it. Or… something?\n\nChristie shook her head. She had been nervous snooping on her daughter’s phone, a childish impulse that she’d felt guilty about before even picking it up. She’d flicked through the photos in a rush. Of course, he had a big dick, and her daughter was a lucky young woman, but Daniel probably did not have the gargantuan cunt-destroyer that her mind had clearly imagined.\n\nShe would confirm tonight. She just had to be 100% sure the cute and lovely man wasn’t secretly hiding a monster ruining her baby.\n\nThough Elle was anything but a baby, and Christie admired the 28 year old woman she had become. She had risen from summit to peak in forensic accounting, and the stories she told of hunting through numbers and spreadsheets and paperwork made Christie flush with pride, even if she struggled to understand. Elle’s latest case was for a company based near their home town. With Daniel working full-time-remote as a software engineer, Christie had offered to host for however long the case took.\n\nGod knew she needed the company. Since Robert had died 7 years ago in that freak Moose accident, she had been lonely. She had forced herself to go most nights without a wine now that the couple were in.\n\nNear midnight, she heard the gentle moaning of the late-twenties couple attempting to be quiet. She snuck out of her room in PJs and socks, padding quietly on the carpet, avoiding loose floorboards underneath. Dim light came from under the door, a smaller shaft from the keyhole. She peered in.\n\nHer daughter was getting almost-railed from behind. They’d taken off the mattress so that the bed didn’t squeak and Daniel was pulling his thrusts so that he didn’t slam hard into her ass. He was making a number of delightful expressions. She saw her daughter’s face, strained smile and furrowed brow and felt a flash of disgust, which immediately gave way to happiness that her daughter was enjoying herself.\n\nShe struggled to leave, despite the growing guilt. In fact, looking at the toned gentle giant treating his daughter well was making her feel another kind of shame.\n\nThen he pulled her by her hair, all the way back so that he was holding her upright, leaning in to kiss her, and she saw the monster straining the insides of her daughter’s belly.\n\nOn her normally flat stomach the area just above the belly button bulged out. As the couple kissed the bulge seemed to normalise, as if it were just a trick of the dim light, or perhaps a result of the way she was arching backward.\n\nThen Daniel began moving again in slow, sensuous thrusts, and she saw it move, the long thick bulge growing up and down from pussy to navel. She could see Elle try to keep the sound in, but her smile dropped and a high pitched moaning escaped her, and she shuddered in Daniel’s arms.\n\nHer guilt gave way to fear and arousal, and she suddenly knew something she wished she didn’t: her daughter was Daniel’s cocksleeve. The younger, shorter, slimmer version of her, the daughter she loved and cared for, was now being worn by Daniel, had become a home for his cock.\n\nThe look on Daniel’s face and the twitching bulge told her that Daniel had followed suit, and was filling his little cocksleeve. They collapsed, and both let out breathless giggles, and Daniel pulled out with an enormous wet sound and a whimper from Elle. And then he got back on his knees.\n\nThe cock was now only semi-erect, but her memories of the photos had been accurate. Her hand squeezed her thigh almost painfully as she watched the dazed looking man lean over to the nightstand and grab a small towel. He handed this to Elle who began cleaning up, and he sat down smiling.\n\nChristie pulled herself away, shaking and creeping back down the hall to the master bedroom, and got into bed.\n\nIt was only 5 minutes before she caved, and another 2 hours before she passed out.\n\nThe next morning was a Saturday, and it was the first time Daniel had worn grey sweats in the house rather than jeans. The outline of his long, girthy shaft was visible on the inside of his left leg as he sat reading on couch.\n\nShe supposed she had always known, but had pushed the thoughts out of her head or never let her gaze drop to his denimed crotch. But now that she knew, she couldn’t help but think of it. She felt hot and vulnerable wearing her dress.\n\n“Morning Daniel, whatcha reading?”\n\nHe looked up and smiled, and didn’t move to hide himself at all. “Good morning Christie, you’re looking beautiful today.”\n\n“I try. I’m making coffee, if you want some.” She made her way to the kitchen, partially to conceal her blush and the underlying thrill and shame. He hadn’t even moved to cover himself.\n\n“Please. And it’s Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass. Poetry book.”\n\n“Didn’t figure you for a poetry lover.”\n\n“Neither did I, but it’s by Lana del Rey and I love her music.”\n\nThat damn monster was already starting to make her wet.\n\n“Elle still asleep?”\n\n“Yes. She was shattered last night. Long week at work. I doubt we’ll see her for another few hours. So it looks like I get you all to myself.”\n\nShe brought the cafetiere and mugs over to the coffee table.\n\n“Lucky me.” She tried hard not to look at it, but she could swear it was longer than before. Where to sit? On the couch by Daniel, or on the chair? She was struggling to choose the chair.\n\n“Thank you,” he said, pouring their mugs. “Would you like me to move to the other side of the couch? I doubt you’d want to be pressed up against me.”\n\n“That’s quite alright.” She said, sitting down right by him. The monster was near her arm, on the other side of the thigh, a long bulge in the sweatpants. Daniel towered above her. She was glad she was showing some cleavage, as she was naturally curvier than her daughter.\n\n*What the fuck are you doing, Christie.*\n\nShe shook her head and grabbed her coffee from the table.\n\n“I’ll move,” Daniel said, starting to rise. “I don’t want to crowd you.”\n\nShe put her hand on his thigh, fingers dangerously close to the bulge. “I hope I’m not scaring you away.”\n\n“Not at all Christie”\n\n“Then sit. Tell me how you got into software.”\n\nThey ended up talking for the rest of the morning, about work and relationships and rambling tangents. Her hand remained on his thigh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An short, curvy and aggressive catgirl shares an apartment with a tall, strong and handsome dogboy. She soon developes Feelings for the gentle giant of a puppy.
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"content": "Claire hugged herself against the cold. Come on… any moment now. She focussed on the road, all of her attention on that strip of black and not the 4 voices behind her.\n\nGrey car, it pulled into view, old and silver on the corners where the rust had been sanded away and mended with a skilled blowtorch. The headlights lights flashed and tension washed out of her, her defences falling in the swell of relief.\n\n“You’re going in that?”\n\n“I think her leaving in trash is suitable.”\n\n“Why does this remind me of her father?”\n\nClaire lifted the heavy bag and darted into the rain, dropping it across the back seat and racing back for her suitcase, having to weave between the glaring faces to get to it.\n\nDane climbed out, hair buzz cut short, grey leather jacket that held a decade of wear, the jacket used to be far too large for him, his body seemingly taking it at a challenge to grow as tall as it could.\n\n“Go on, piss off with some guy you barely know… I’m sure that is going to work out great!”\n\n“She will end up just like her mother, just watch.”\n\nClaire caught Dane’s eyes, she was about to break… she just wanted a hug and to get the fuck ou-\n\n“Oy!” he snapped. One loud note cutting through the rain.\n\nClaire flinched back, eyes wide. She glanced at her family, the gaggle of women stunned silent, they sneered at him but shrank away, curling past the front door and back inside.\n\n“Thanks.” Claire squeaked out.\n\n“Jump in… you’re getting soaked.” he mused. He picked up her bags, one in each hand.\n\nClaire bounced up on her toes and threw her arms around him, smushing his jacket into her cheek. Before he could say anything she was gone, already buckling herself into the passenger seat, messing with the sun bleached plastic knobs of the heater only for a puff of dead tasting air to rattle out of the vents. She tried different combinations resulting in different rattles and pops until his hand came over hers from the drivers side, easing the heater off.\n\n“I’m working on fixing it… home will be warm.” said Dane.\n\nShe nodded, hugging her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them.\n\nClaire's fluffy jacket was soaked through, sticking to her slender frame like a weight blanket, she pulled the stray locks of hair from her face, the weight of water pulling it straight.\n\nHe pulled into the junkyard. She looked up at the shed, windows black giving no hint of the inside. Her head turned as the car weaved around the piles of metal. She caught his face, eyes glancing at her and lips fighting a smirk.\n\n“What?” she said.\n\n“You look like a drowned rat.”\n\nShe scrunched up her nose and glared at him while hiding behind her knees and beneath her hair.\n\n“Wait on the mat, I’ll get you a towel.” he said, killing the engine. She glared at him as his head popped back in through the back of the car.\n\n“You’re wet, you’re allowed to drip on the floor but I'm not?”\n\n“Yes” he said, sliding over 3 of her bags at once, her heavy duffel sagging over his shoulder like a princess, she snatched the last bag and followed him at a jog.\n\n“I’ve never seen your place.”\n\n“Insulations not great.” he said, his key sliding into the lock and pushing the door open. Claire followed him into the dark, the sound of rain switching to a deafening roar on the tin roof… he practically lived in a shed.\n\nShe flinched at the sudden light and looked around…\n\nHigh ceiling, lighting hanging low on long cables, a mezzanine hidden above with a wooden railing and bed overlooking the space, no internal walls, just 4 iron I beams with the paint chipped away around areas of traffic. It looked like it used to be a chopshop. The sunken car bay had been turned into a lounge. The back of the couches level with the raised main floor. Everything was open, his kitchen, shower, laundry. Half the utensils and furniture looked like repurposed scrap, smoothed down by a grinder and age.\n\nShe caught the towel and furiously bristled the water out of her hair, scrubbing herself down with it and peeling the wet jumper off her skin. Dane seemed to realise he was staring and about faced, looking around before walking with purpose toward the kitchen. She swaddled herself in the oversized towel and squelched her way toward the lounge. A heater hummed away, coils of warm glowing red in the middle of the bare concrete floor.\n\nShe dropped down into a pile with a bag, the clothes at the top were wet but as she dug down they were dryer. She looked around but couldn’t see Dane over the lip of the raised floor. She pulled the wet crop top over her head, adding it to the colage of wet clothes drying on the concrete around her. She reached for her bra clasp, pausing when she saw Dane’s back, a mug in each of his hands, standing on the lip of the floor above patiently.\n\n“C- can you just… hold that for three seconds.” she said. Eyes burning into his back as she snapped her bra free and pulled a baggy dry jumper over her head.\n\n“Love what you have done with the place.” he mused, turning to glance at her and coming about, walking down the back of the couch to sit, he leaned forward offering her one of the two mugs. Hot chocolate.\n\n“Thankyou… not just for the drink but… yeah…”\n\nHe gave her a simple nod, his eyes running over her carpet of clothes until he reached the arrangement of her underwear, his cheeks blushing slightly and quickly looking for the TV remote.\n\n\\-\n\nClaire pegged up the last of her clothes and headed over toward the lounge, kneeling down to the edge of the raised floor behind him. The rain had grown louder, subtitles running across the bottom of the screen. There was no way to hear it over the racket. Claire smiled at the back of Dane’s head. He had no idea she was so close. She slunk over the lip of the floor and tumbled down onto the couch to surprise him. Her hair was floofed up from the recent drowning and she had sweater paws, twisted and blinded in the oversized jumper but she didn’t care, the couch was warm and cosy… comfortable in the way only an old couch could be.\r \nShe smiled up at him, huffing when she realised she hadn’t gotten any attention. She shuffled across the seat, picking up a pillow and stuffing it down into his lap, just as he reached to remove it she whumphed down, sprawled over it. She felt his attention on her, his hands up high, unsure where to put them. She grinned to herself and snuggled into the pillow. His hands eased to the pillows corners, his lap going rigid like he was going to try and slide himself out from beneath her with the care and grace of Indiana Jones. She nipped the hand above her and tackled the other, pulling it down around her waist and curling her body around, burying it against her stomach. The tension slowly left him, accepting that his right arm was hers now. She watched the screen distantly, only taking in the occasional subtitle. The sound of rain and the gloomy low lighting pulled her off deeper and deeper until she let her eyes close, falling off to sleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Describe your experience of being murdered by a hot chick!
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"content": "I couldn’t believe my luck. A couple hours earlier I saw her standing by the bar. Short skirt, crop top, red hair. Nice and curvy with a big ass and tits, she was gorgeous. I said hi there and then. Bought her a drink. One thing lead to another…..\n\nNow, I was lying on my back on her bed. She was on top of me. Her big juicy tits bouncing up and down. Her hips rolling frantically, fucking me as fast as she could. Her hands pressed into my chest, her sharp fingernails digging into my skin, the pain only serving to enhance the pleasure I was feeling.\n\nShe was vocal. “Oh god baby, your dick feels so hard!” She squealed loudly. She was either in genuine ecstasy or she was faking a bit to make me feel better. I wasn’t too bothered about which one.\n\n“You’re going too fast” I groaned as I felt the pleasure swell up in the tip of my cock. “I can’t last too long like this”\n\nHer face lit up “It’s ok baby, I’m close. Tell me when you’re there, we’ll cum together, ok?”\n\nI closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on something, anything else to keep this going as long as possible. I opened my eyes and looked at her “fuck, I’m cumming. Ahhh” I breathed.\n\nI locked eyes with her as I filled her up, feeling my hot cum pump out of me into her. She bit her lip and moved her hands up to my throat for a second, pinching it with her nails, before snatching them back to hold above her head, stretching them up as her back arced as she loudly came herself. Blood dripped from her hands to hit her face, just making her look more gorgeous.\n\nI relaxed and enjoyed the sensation, I’d never cum so hard. The intense pleasure in my balls melding with the sharp pain in my throat… wait, what was that?\n\nI brought my hand up to touch my throat and it felt wet. I could feel the blood pumping out of my carotid artery in time with my heart beat. It was slowing down. Holding it up in front of my face my hand was covered in blood. I was suddenly terrified.\n\nShe opened her eyes and smiled widely as she recovered from her orgasm. She looked at me and saw the terror on my face. I tried to speak… ask for help. I couldn’t. She whispered soothingly “Shh, shh, it’s ok baby” She leaned down and took my cheek in her hand. She kissed me on the lips. “It’s ok” she whispered again “thank you for this….. I have a condition” She offered by way of explanation “I can’t get off unless I kill. I’m sorry baby, I’ve been trying to be a good girl, but it’s been so long since I had good sex. And you were soo good baby.”\n\nShe leant down and started to lick my wound, lapping up my blood. I tried to push her off, but my strength was gone, I couldn’t lift my arms.\n\nShe pulled back to regard me again, smiling widely, her eyes bright, her mouth and chin covered in blood. She reached her hands down to cover her belly “We’re going to have a daughter, I can feel it. You can go, your legacy is safe. I’ll raise her to be just like her mom, isn’t that nice?” she asked excitedly. I summoned my last reserve of strength to object, to express my horror… no good. I slipped into darkness."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he was isekaid into a fantasy World full of beautifull Women, he decides against the idea of building a harem, since those are more trouble than they are Worth. To bad that sometimes, you do not choose the harem, but the harem chooses you.
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"content": "I'd been a fan of Mother's Basement since it was literally being filmed in his mother's basement, so the second I found myself in a fantasy world with WAY too many women in proportion to men, I knew the basic tenets of survival: ABCD.\n\nAwareness.\n\nBalance.\n\nClenched Fists.\n\nDON'T FUCK YOUR SISTER!\n\nAnd then, of course, there was the second list:\n\nAvoid the Tsundere.\n\nBreeding the Deredere is your only path to survive.\n\nCuudere will kill you.\n\nDON'T FUCKING TOUCH YOUR SISTER, DAMNIT!\n\nYeah, three fourths of the items of both lists were going to be in tatters by the end of my first week in the new world.\n\nI was day-dreaming about the new expansion of my favorite Video game, \"Alternatium 4: Deciples of the Demon Lady\", when I saw my perky and tomboyish older sisters crossing the street talking and laughing together after getting groceries. The twins are both much of a piece, one is a little bit more vendictive than the other, while the older of the pair is more rage-fueled, but they are both my sisters and they love me. \n\nThen the truck happened. That old clunky 87 Chevrolet Silverado had been sitting in the exact same place for as long as I could remember near the top of the hill. As far as anyone could tell the only time it EVER moved was when the owner jacked it up to change the tires twice a year, and I guess that the parking break, finally called it quits. \n\nNo time to think, only to ACT, my sisters were in danger, and I had to save them! \n\nAll I managed to do was get myself killed, too. \n\nHave you ever imagined what it would feel like to have your head crushed like a grape under the tires of a two ton truck? \n\nI _wish_ I could ONLY _imagine_ that, still...\n\nI remember hearing, in the strange limbo between death and my new life that the combined loss of momentum from running over all three of us was the reason why it didn't keep going and hit Mrs Kolkata crossing with her two children and giant 6-months pregnancy in the opposite crosswalk, but I don't know if I imagined that or not, because the next thing I remember clearly after dying is waking up in the middle of a battle between European knights and demons..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The potions would permanently upgrade her skills, her body, and her proclivities. Her roommate agreed to buy her one of her choice, if they got to pick a second one for her. She ordered martial artist, and her roommate got her "exotic dancer". She gave an indulgent smile, and she drank both...
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"content": "There had to be some warnings against this, but the small print on the tags of the bottles made me go cross-eyed, and ignorance is bliss. My chosen potion was a clear purple liquid smelling of pepper. Jane’s choice, which she had also bought for me with an absurd waggling of eyebrows, was viscous acidic pink.\n\nWe were sat at the table at home now, bottles between us.\n\n“He probably thought we were having one each.” I said, fiddling with my long black hair.\n\n“Pussy,” Jane said, shaved sides of her head emphasising her smirk. Her rail-thin body was restless with pluck hustler energy.\n\n“Horny bitch. If I turn into a sex crazed hooligan you only have yourself to blame.”\n\n“I’d like to see you try something. See how it turns out.”\n\n“You wish. Any bets on what will happen to these?” I squeezed my modest chest.\n\n“Less fat, more muscle, smaller overall.”\n\n“Probably be irritating to fight in the dungeons with massive knockers.” I squinted at the bottles. My potioncraft was limited, but I knew the body - skills - drive triangle. Those three would be affected by the potions to create the desired enhancement. Body and skills were the most important to the adventuring I wanted to do, but drive was the most interesting. My tendencies, desires and attentions would be altered to suit both a martial artist and an exotic dancer. Assuming no alchemical mishaps occurred.\n\nI shrugged, undid the stopper of Martial Artist, and downed it.\n\nThe liquid was almost unbearably spicy, but slewed down my throat with water-viscosity. Before I could think, I popped the stopper on Exotic Dancer and downed it too. The liquid flowed slower, and it’s rich sweetness took the edge off the spice.\n\nFor a moment I soaked in the conflicting aftertastes and Jane’s bemused expression. Then everything became grainy and hard to think about.\n\n“Oh shit,” Jane said as I collapsed forward, her hand just managing to catch my head before I blacked out.\n\nI awoke in my bed to Jane standing over me.\n\n“Hey sunshine. Turns out the potions may cause lightheadedness. You got a double dose, so you’ve been in and out for a few minutes.” She appraised me and smirked “How do you feel?”\n\n*Like I could bash the head in of that potion seller, or Jane, or my previous self.* Came the first thought, unbidden. *But that is merely an option, no more, no less.* Came the second. Then:\n\n“My clothes feel far too tight.”\n\nJane waggled her eyebrows again. “Care for help in taking them off?” She reached forward, and without thinking I grabbed her wrist, as firmly as it needed to be held. *You could hold her entire attention with the correct approach.*\n\n“No,” I said, sitting up, noticing the tightness around my chest and legs. I looked at her and used a tone I had only attempted a few times before, but which now flowed silkily from my mouth, “Sit and watch. You should make sure the potions haven’t done anything unexpected to me.”\n\nJane had a rare moment of looking unsure of herself, then slowly edged back to the bedroom chair. With a flash of a grin she moved the chair to be closer to me.\n\nFor a moment, I was torn between two impulses: follow a slow, undulating sequence of moves now ingrained into my subconscious, or just take the damn clothes off. My eyes went half lidded as I looked at my friend, and realised I could let my body do the first whilst thinking of other things. To an unheard languorous beat I began moving. Jane had a lewd grin on her face. Obviously she found me attractive, but I had never suspected that she’d had a full blown crush. She was just a loud-and-out-there sexual bisexual, and I was a steady-as-she-goes straight.\n\nTurns out the pink Exotic Dancer didn’t care about that. The drive pulsing through me was to be seen, to hold captive that attention, and to elicit a sensual reaction - sexual or otherwise.\n\nJane’s grin had morphed into a loose ‘O’, eyes dancing over my undulating body. I moved on the process, hands managing to slide the shirt up and over *- ah. Well, that’s ruined. Shopping tomorrow.* My shirt fell to the floor, and though it didn’t really fit with the flow I removed the bra as well – not that it was doing much anymore. My now huge still-perky tits hung over a flat 4-pack stomach, swaying with my motion. My arms were solid, having lost some of their fat, with edges of muscle outlined under the skin.\n\nThe pants came next - I was astounded they hadn’t split. They hit the floor, my huge muscular thighs and calves revealed, Following Jane’s hungry glances I noticed my glutes too had become… dangerous.\n\nI approached her in just my panties, and straddled her, breasts pressing against her shirt. I whispered into her mouth, “well, how do I look?”\n\nJane’s eyes refocused on mine. “You’re beautiful,” she said after a while. “But then again, you always were.”\n\nI kissed her on the cheek, and spent the rest of the evening thanking her for her gift and good choices."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me a TPE based prompt! Fantasy and Syfy thanks encouraged
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"content": "1: A busty nerdy girl has a huge crush on her male best friend. But she is far to shy to act on it. The ghost of a Dominant female takes pitty on her. So she possesses the girl with and goes full femdom on the boy.\n\n2: He is tall, buff, headstrong and would do anything for his girlfriend. He does hovever refuse to let her do anything for him. So she uses magic to turn him into a weak, adorable twink, bound to do whatever she tells him to. Even if it means letting her care for him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After being introduced to the concept, a dragon girl is embarrassed to find that her hoarding instinct seems to have triggered on "fuck buddies". Now she feels an urge to have as many casual sex friends as possible...
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"content": "Possible TW: >!implied female-on-male rape at the end!<\n\nThe red-haired maiden shuffled nervously through the streets of the simple village. Her eyes roved from person to person as she stepped into the marketplace. Everywhere she looked, she saw what she was looking for: gold. Everyone seemed to have at least a little, most only having just enough to pay for a couple day's worth of food and drink, but some traded in crafts. Weapons seemed very popular in that regard. She had no interest in any of those things, however. She wanted gold for a different reason: to build a hoard. It was something of a rite of passage, according to her mother. On every dragon's sixth birthday, they must acquire the first piece of treasure, upon which to build the largest mountain of loot they can assemble by the time they reach adulthood at age 100. So, Akra's mother sent her into the city, disguised as a human maiden, and told her not to come back until she had acquired some gold. Even just one piece.\n\nThe problem: Akra had no goods to trade in, nor any means to steal the gold without compromising her disguise.\n\nAkra was taken out of her thoughts by the sound of rolling metal. She looked down to see a single gold coin spinning in front of her feet. \n*Well, that was easy.* Akra thought, bending down to pick it up. Before she could, however, she felt a sharp smack on her tail. She looked up with predatory instinct, only just composing herself before she met the eyes of a young man. His skin was pale, his hair blond, and he wore simple leather armor over his gray tunic. \n\"Sorry, missy,\" he said, picking up the coin, \"but that's mine.\" \n\"Could I... persuade you to part with it?\" Akra asked, struggling to muffle the natural growl of her reptilian throat, \"I... I have nothing to sell, but I cannot go home penniless.\" \n\"Nothing to sell, eh?\" he said, scanning her figure. She was short, but also rather plump. Her dress draped over her rear like a tablecloth, and her bosom was brimming over the edge of her corset. \n\"I can probably help ya out,\" he said, \"but first ya gotta help me.\" \n\"What do you need me to do?\" \n\"Come with me into the inn, I'll explain once we get a room.\"\n\nAkra wasn't entirely sure what she had been expecting, but she certainly had not expected the village boy to strip completely naked in front of her. \n\"Now,\" he said, \"suck it.\" \nAkra's eyes darted between his eyes and his member. \n\"Suck on that?\" she said, pointing at his crotch. \n\"Yeah, suck on it and I'll give ya the gold.\" \nAkra wasn't sure what exactly the appeal of this was, but she didn't press the issue further. As long as she got the gold, it didn't make much of a difference. She kneeled down and wrapped her lips around the village boy's dick and began working her tongue. \n\"Wow, that is *really* warm.\" he said. \nAkra noticed something strange, the appendage in her mouth seemed to be getting harder. She paused to look up at the boy, but the look of confusion on his face told her to just keep going. Whatever this was was normal. Hearing him moan from her tongue, she decided to start moving her lips up and down the shaft. It did taste kind of nice, and despite the fact that she was doing it in exchange for something of his, she *felt* a little more in control of the situation than she may have actually been. \n\"Ugh.\" he said, \"Watch the teeth.\" \n*Oops,* Akra thought. She must've gotten too caught up in the moment that her disguise was starting to slip. She had to focus. Just keep sucking till he gave her the gold. \nOnce she regained focus, the boy started responding very positively to her ministrations. Feeling a little daring, she began to trace her fingers along the sack between his legs. She didn't know what it was or what was in it, but he seemed to respond well to her touch, so she continued to gently fondle it with her hands. It seemed to contain two nut-like objects, tethered to his body somehow, but incredibly sensitive to the touch. Feeling like she was starting to get into the swing of things, Akra decided to get bold. She loosened the disguise on her tongue, making it longer and more prehensile, and coiled it around the boy's... cock, did he say it was? Whatever it was, she pumped her wrapped tongue back and forth, catching him completely by surprise, judging by the sudden moan of ecstacy. \n\"Wow, for someone who's never done this before, you've got great tongue control.\" \nAkra looked up at the boy with her fiery red eyes, her cheeks flexing as if she were trying to smile. She began to pump faster, tickling his nuts as rapidly as she could while she pumped her lips against the base. The boy's eyes were shut tight as he gripped the nearest pillow for dear life. \n\"Oh my... keep going, yes! Don't stop, don't stop! I'm almost... Oh, I'm gonna... I'm... I'm...\" \nBefore the boy could finish his sentence, Akra felt her mouth fill up with something. It was salty, sticky, and seemed to be spurting from the boy's cock, which had softened in her mouth as he began to breath heavily. Akra released the member from her mouth, seeing strings of sticky white goo stretch from her lips. \n\"Damn, I don't know where you've been all my life, but that was the best BJ I've ever gotten.\" \nThe boy reached into the mountain of clothes next to him and tossed her a small bag of coins. \n\"That should be about ten gold's worth.\" he said, \"Go ahead and keep the change. You're the best whore in town, you deserve a bit extra.\" \nAkra opened the bag up and saw it was filled with silver and gold pieces, just what she had been looking for.\n\nExcept now, it didn't quite allure her as it did before. Instead, all she could think about was the sticky white goo that was now lining the inside of her mouth. The taste, the smell, the texture, the pearlescent sheen of it hanging from her client's tip... everything about it just drew all of her attention away from the silly metal trinkets in the bag.\n\n---\nNinety years later\n\n---\nAkra heard the sound of hooves clapping against the stone outside her cave, followed by very loud yelling. \n\"Hear me, oh fearsome dragon!\" the voice said, \"You have abducted the men of our village for far too long! I have come to liberate those of them who still live, and to ensure that none shall suffer at your hands again by bringing your head to the castle gates!\" \nAkra rolled her eyes, *God, knights and their massive egos,* and stalked over to the mouth of the cave. She poked her head out, scales shimmering pink in the sun, and looked upon her little 'guest'. He was a fine specimen, broad shoulders and large muscles, dressed in shiny plate armor, complete with visor. Akra chuckled to herself, then exhaled through her nose, blowing the knight's helmet off. His skin had a deep tan, and his hair was long and black as pitch. \n\"So you say,\" Akra said, \"but I believe you're about to join those fine fellows, young man.\" \nAkra shot her tongue out at the knight, ensnaring him tightly as she lifted him off his horse. The steed whinnied in terror then trotted away as the pink dragoness carried the rider into the cave, dropping him onto the ground next to a pile of well-built male corpses. The knight looked up at Akra in terror, then confusion as she shrunk down to the size of a tall, busty woman. \n\"Wh...what are you going to do to me?\" \n\"The same thing I did to all your new friends.\" Akra replied, \"I'm going to drain you of every last drop of your precious semen. Then when you have no more to give, I'll leave you to die while I collect my next donor.\" \n\"*That's* what you've been stealing men for?\" \nAkra straddled her new playmate, ripping off his groin armor to expose his manhood. \n\"Some dragons like gold, some dragons like diamonds.\" she said, \"This dragon happens to like the liquid pearls of the male sex.\" \nThe knight looked at her with confusion. \n\"I had an awkward awakening, okay?\" she screamed, \"Don't judge me!\" \nAkra pinned her new captive's arms to the ground with reptilian hands, then licked his face with her long, forked tongue. \n\"Now,\" she said, using her tail to align his cock with her pussy, \"let us begin.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The girl you have been crushing on for your entire childhood finally asked you out on a date. Though something seemed a little off about her, she kept trying to hide a strange massive bulge the entire time she spoke. It didn't help that her perfume did little to hide how much she reeked of sex.
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"content": "*Warning: I struggled with the sex on this one, so it's a fade-to-black. Ideas/criticism welcome, especially for the sizes involved.*\n\nI was tending the family’s adventuring gear shop, lazy afternoon sun trickling in from the windows, when Melissa walked in. She was in broad petticoats and a blouse, a true hourglass figure, and her face was as cute as when I had last seen her ten years ago, just more… radiant. And grown up.\n\nShe looked up at me from the doorway, and smiled the same smile that had stolen all my attentions as a fifteen year old boy. It had much the same effect as it did back then, and my mind became uselessly blank.\n\n“Hello Sam. I thought I might find you here.” her voice had softened from the brash wealth of her youth.\n\n“Er - hi Mel.”\n\nShe strode over, steps showing that she had all the time in the world. I caught her perfume, which was wonderfully spicy, possibly from where she had been all these years. “I didn’t know if you’d ever come back. How was the house venture in Llandwisin?’\n\n“We’ve prospered. As my trial-by-fire, I rose to the challenge and conquered. We’ve got a flourishing trade route between the two and a strong share of the potions market for outsiders.”\n\n“Wow, congrats.”\n\nShe looked me up and down as I tried to keep my eyes on hers. She stepped closer, and I went around the counter to meet her. A small pale hand stretched out and brushed against my arm. “You’ve grown, Sam.”\n\nI willed my heart and shaky breath to stillness. “And you look like you could either take on or charm an entire army, Mel.”\n\nHer eyes widened. “I’m back here, likely for a long time. I’ve been given some responsibilities for some of the businesses here. It would be lovely to catch up with you over dinner, if you wouldn’t mind joining me?”\n\n“I’d love to.” I gestured at myself. “Though I’m not sure I have anything suitable for the places you eat at.”\n\n“How about a meal at mine then?”\n\nI was struggling not to blush. “Wonderful. Tomorrow?”\n\nWe sorted out the time and place, then she kissed me on the cheek “It’s really good to see you again Sam. It was quite… lonely out there.”\n\nShe left before I could react. I was dazed in her perfume and a second smell I was beginning to recognise. Beneath the scents she adorned herself with, my old crush had smelled of sex.\n\n\\---\n\nI showed up with hope and a bottle of wine. Her house in the centre was a broad 3-storey, and more than I’d ever be able to afford. But I’d never been jealous of her rich upbringing. Even when we were 14 I knew she’d go on to do amazing things. I straightened my buttoned shirt, smoothed my trousers, worried over my least-scuffed shoes.\n\nShe opened up the door, wearing a dark v–neck and a long skirt - no petticoats. I immediately noticed a bulge between her legs, something broad, causing her skirt to bulge like a codpiece. I tore my eyes from it just as she stepped out and hugged me tight. I hugged back, noticing that her hips were angled away from mine. She turned around before I could look down again.\n\n“I hope you still like pancakes,” she said. “Because we’re having breakfast for dinner.”\n\n“Marry me?”\n\n“Steady.”\n\nSome of my fondest memories were of Mel sneaking me into her family mansion to have breakfast. I followed her in, took off my shoes, and we went to the back. Breakfast was already laid out - plates of sausages, bacon, fried mushrooms, scrambled eggs, toast, butter, spiced beans, crepes. Small pots of marmalade and honey. Steam rose from the table, and it smelt meaty and sweet and delightful. Under all of it though was the same small of sex, stronger this time. I mentally shrugged and attempted not to get an erection.\n\n“Possibly not the best meal for wine.” I said, both of us sitting down.\n\n“Nonsense,” she grabbed two glasses of wine from the cupboard. “Breakfast wine is excellent.” She took the bottle, popped the cork and poured two glasses of red.\n\nWe dug in, and caught up on the last 10 years. I ate as gentlemanly as I could, but it was hard to with the deliciousness of the meal. The smell of sex was also somewhat intoxicating.\n\nWe were a couple of glasses in, with hands intertwined across the table, when Mel got a somewhat panicked and flushed look on her face. “Ahem. I must go freshen up.” She got up hurriedly and walked out, attempting to keep her bulge out of my view. But I saw it, and it had grown.\n\nI was concerned, but she seemed to be in good health otherwise, so I forced myself not to worry. I heard the floorboards creak as she went to a room on the floor above.\n\nHer kitchen was about thrice the size of mine, with an Aga warming up the room and a full stock of pots and pans and utensils, some of which I couldn’t guess the purpose of. I tended to cook simple one pot meals at home."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A brief touch of the cheek.
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"content": "Duke watched as one woman left, and another took her place. He pulled at his restrained arms as she stepped closer to him, her volomptuous breasts jiggling and swaying against the buttoned, wool shirt as she moved, her skirt flicking outward from her round hips with every step. He stared as she licked her fingers before pulling her buttons loose, one, at, a, time. He tried to clench his hands as she let him steal momentary peeks at her black and red laced bra, before turning around, flicking her hips, sending her skirt twirling about her body, and revealing equally ornate panties hiding within the shadows.\n\nShe leaned forward, away from him, slowly untying her shoes, her ass waving slowly, inches from his bound legs, and rock hard member. Pressing her bum upward, up to Duke's eye level, she let him gaze upon the slightly transparent silk that covered her most delicate parts. He moaned as she waved it back and forth, back and forth, closer, closer, before standing back up again.\n\nAs she turned back, she brought her hands to her own body, sliding one under her breasts, letting them deform around and envelope her hand, the other pulled her skirt up, inch, by, inch, teasing the soft flesh beneath. Only when Duke looked down in exhaustion did she pull back her shirt completely, and lean forward to remove her skirt.\n\nHis eyes flicked back up, tracing the soft lines of her breasts as her cleavage opened up before him, her bra sagging slightly under the warm weights. Her head dipped down, down to Duke's crotch, hovering oh so close, but again, she stood up, and pressed a delicate finger to large ruby lips. She spun slowly, rolling her hips in every direction, her butt bouncing and shaking behind every movement. Again, she turned her emerald gaze to Duke, locking eyes with him.\n\nShe reached her hands up, above his head, leaned toward him, her lips close enough to feel the warmth, the scent of her breath and body filling his head. Duke whispered to her as he had the last woman. \"Please, touch me. Let me cum.\" With a hand as smooth as silk and soft as a cloud, she touched his cheek, the first physical contact he had felt in days.\n\nAnd in a voice of honey, that could banish troubles and calm storms, she wispered back. \"No.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "This Article States, thst every friendgroup has one Person, everyone has had a crush on. Who is it with us" when he read this to his friends they all seened to glare at him. They got even more angey when he explained. "I cant really determmined it. I had a crush on All of you at some point."
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"content": "They all looked at each other. They called themselves the \"Maine Berry Team\" because each one has a different favorite fruit which matches a different color of the rainbow all of which are technically berries and they live in the back woods of Maine. But Jimmy is such an idiot. Kim, Gwen, Kendra, Shanna, Saraswati, and Mother-Owl-With-Chicks, Six girls, best friends since kindergarten, and all crushing on this idiot the whole time. It doesn't help that he's saved each of thier lives two or three times by blocking something life-threatening with his dummy-thicc skull, but this is beyond the pale, until he says what he does next.\n\n\"Yeah, I know, it's wierd, but I keep telling myself that I can't have a crush on ALL of you, like, how would that even work? With the best will in the world I can service four women simultaneously at most, and there's six of you.\"\n\nOh my goodness, they are all thinking about it at the same time. They have grown up together and are all pretty similar, personality wise, little bit of \"country ghetto\" take-no-shit type of thing, but everything they have ever fought about has been this dumbass, because only one of them could keep him and... He wants them all? Problem fucking solved! They share everything else, why not just share their boyfriend too? Duh! Each one will get him for herself one day a week with Saturday night for group sexual encounters only, it's perfect!\n\nShanna, always the leader of the group, says what's on everyone's mind. \"What if, you don't have to choose? What if we all want you, too?\" She asks, after looking everyone in the eyes to confirm they are thinking the same thing she is.\n\n\"But, I, I've never: would it work?\" He asks.\n\n\"Only one way to find out, stud.\" Mother-Owl-With-Chicks A.K.A. \"Mowc\" says, taking his hand in hers. \n\nShanna looks at the rest. \"You all in too?\" One by one six pairs of hands take hold of Jimmy's. \n\n\"Uh, but I can't do you all at once.\" Jimmy said puzzled.\n\n\"We're **_really_** good friends, Jimmy, and, **very...** _Compatible!\"_ Saraswati explained."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (monster girlification) A group of young people move into a house together for a reality show where the challenges, and the rewards, all contribute to turning them into horny monster girls. Will they work together or sabotage each other? Stay human or dive into being monster girls?
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"content": "The chair swiveled as the producer spun in it, pointing at various cameras as he did. \"Jessica and Carmila have been locked in coitus for the past three nights, and that has been great for ratings, but we should probably make sure they're drinking something other than each others fluids. Who would have guessed the snakegirl wouldn't be able to let go of the mousegirl? Ginger took to the catgirl thing pretty well, and I've noticed she's been stalking Ben. He still hasn't used his totem, has he?\" The assistant director shook his head, heaving a put-upon sigh as he spoke, \"No, he hasn't. Won it in the last challenge, maybe he's waiting to use it for the next one? Either way, it's one of the half-transformatives. Probably won't affect more than sexual organs and some additional muscle mass, if it's the one I'm thinking of.\" \n\n\nThe producer blinked at that. \"Is that the centaur one, or the minotaur one? We were hoping for a cowgirl this season, but GenTek still hasn't worked the kinks out of those particular formulas.\" The assistant director shrugged at that, \"I'd have to double check the batch numbers. Either way, he won't last long, given the way Ginger is crawling around in the ceiling spaces. If I had to guess, she'll pounce him in the shower. That'll be some prime footage, assuming the steam doesn't fog up the cameras. Melody dragged Tina out to the shed about twenty minutes after the last challenge, so odds are the pair of them took their transformatives.... wolfgirl and... huh. That one doesn't have an ID. Monitor three, swap to the inside of the shed, would you?\" \n\n\nThe production assistant obliged, and the trio turned their attention to the widescreen monitor. The inside of the shed was dark, only a trickle of light showing through a covered window. The producer squinted, able to make out a modicum of movement in one corner. \"Swap it to night vision, would you?\" The monitor swapped to a green-gray distortion, a single line of bright white making its way through the picture perfect frame. It took a moment for the group to understand what they were seeing within the confines of the wooden shed, most of the tools having been cleared to the side to give enough space for a large number of very fluffy tails to hide the view. \"One, two, three.... seven or eight? Nine maybe? Ten if you count Melody's. I think I see ears poking up along the top....\" The assistant director was cut off by the distant sound of a howl coming from the shed, a needy, whining sound the source of which was made obvious by how a pair of furred wolf legs poked out of the tails to wrap the woman on top tight against the howling one. It went on for a few moments before cutting off, the legs slowly falling back off the other woman. \n\n\nThe other woman stood up, her tails sashaying to the side to reveal a taut, muscular back, before Tina, obviously Tina, turned towards the camera and sauntered up to it. She was naked, and the changes to her body were astonishing to the crew. Her breasts had grown larger, and her pointed ears combined with the tails betrayed her as some sort of foxgirl. The vixen leaned forward in front of the camera, her eyes glinting in the darkness, a coy smile showing a pointed fang, her breasts swaying ponderously in the view of the camera as the seductress continued to sway slightly from side to side. She brought her hand up to the camera, showing off the glistening wetness from the wolfgirl's climax, and then stuck the fingers in her mouth, slowly sucking them free of Melody's girlcum with a pleased smile. A single lascivious wink before she turned, her toned ass covered by the nine tails as she went to collect her and Melody's clothes, dressing herself before leaving.... with Melody's clothes. The wolfgirl was left a needy, whiny mess, her legs splattered with her own fluids as she lay back in the dirt of the shed. \n\n\nThe production staff sat in stunned silence for a moment, before the producer gave a triumphant, \"Yes! That'll be great fuckin' footage, AD, work that into the trailer pulls, monitor three, swap to showers and let's see if Ginger has snagged her prey yet. Today can just get better and better!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A first date with an innocent kiss, then a little French kissing (no major make out session). But an accidental misplaced hand, or little miscommunication, or misinterpreted signal — leads to an enthusiastic blowjob & swallow, before either of them really even have the chance to think about it.
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"content": "Dan walked down the street holding Mei’s hand. The slim Chinese woman wore a t-shirt and a smile, and he towered over her with his. The evening summer breeze cooled him, smelling of freshly cut grass.\n\n“Alright,” he said. “You can choose the place every time.”\n\n“Lazy American. You need to pick somewhere next and woo me.”\n\n“Oh really? And I haven’t wooed you tonight?”\n\nShe fluttered her eyelashes “5 out of 10 at best.”\n\n“Hooray for middle-of-the-road.”\n\n“But if you hadn’t offered to walk me home you would have gotten a 2.” She turned her nose up and looked away. She neglected to let go of his hand.\n\nDan put his other hand to his heart and sniffed, “that hurts.”\n\n“Here I am.” They walked up the path to the bungalow she’d stopped them at.\n\n“The castle from which you lost many a virtual raid.”\n\n“Won. Forgetful American.”\n\nAt the door he pulled her into him. “I had a great time tonight.”\n\nShe bit her lip, looking at his. “So did I”.\n\nHe leaned forward, and she closed the gap. The kiss was light, lips closed but moving, hands on each other’s backs. Then Mei opened her lips and Dan followed suit, tongues slowly moving in each others’ mouths, not too deeply. Dan pulled away, and Mei put her hand over her mock-O mouth. “Uncultured American, sticking your tongue in on a first kiss.”\n\nDan scoffed. “Blow me.”\n\nSomething about the way her hand dropped, and the slight changes of her mouth, made the mock-O not so ‘mock’ anymore. There was a long pause in which Dan was increasingly confused by her speechlessness. She put her key in the door, turned and pushed. Her eyes had hardened when she looked back at him, at which point he realised that his usual sarcy fuck-you replacement might have been taken literally, and he might not be seeing this woman anymore. “Hey Mei I-”\n\n“Shut up.” She pulled him into the house and shut the door. The bubbly bundle of sass that he’d spent the evening with had disappeared. Mei was on her knees, quickly working his button and zipper, shorts and boxers dropping to his shoes. He was already a little hard from the kiss, thankfully. The woman grabbed the stiffening shaft with one hand and put the top of it in her mouth.\n\nHer tongue danced around the head as she sucked and stroked Dan to a full erection. She grunted through sloppy wet sounds as her head bobbed up and down, getting ever lower. Dan groaned from the unexpected sensations, and not knowing what else to do, put his hand gently on the back of her head. She slapped it away.\n\nAt no point did she look up at him, having only eyes for his cock. Both hands worked the saliva-slick shaft, and she made a sound, almost like growling at it. Every few strokes she’d plunge it deep into her mouth, causing Dan to groan again.\n\nIt came on quickly, almost embarrassingly so. “I’m - I’m gonna cum!” he said, but she ignored him, and when the first rope of cum shot across her lips and chin she took the whole cock into her mouth again, all the way to the base, and kept him there until he finished.\n\nShe looked up at him, both of them breathing loudly, and she still wore that same hard look on her face. As she rose, she pulled up his shorts and boxers, and quickly did up the button, ignoring the zipper.\n\n“So. Uncultured. Get out!” She said, opening the door and pulling him out through it. As Dan turned, she flashed a devilish smile at him just before the door locked.\n\nOn her front step, doing up his zipper in the light of the setting sun, Dan said, “What. The. Fuckity-fuck?” and dazedly walked away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Healers and Healing
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"content": "1. A mocha-hued dark elf offers her service as a healer to a male newbie mercenary/adventurer(s). He (or they) only later discovers her racial ability of healing through sexual intercourse.\n\n2. A holstaur (cow-girl thats more girl than cow) makes a killing selling her bottled up healing milk. But only she and her male childhood friend know just how much more potent it is drinking it fresh from the tap."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She just learned her best friend from childhood is the exact, textbook perfect definition of her fetish. she just never had any idea. Now she can't think of anything else when they hang out.
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"content": "While her mother may have accepted me as her daughter's GF then, I dont believe any of her family members knew the dynamics in play when the two of us were in her room.\r \n\r \nWhen with her family and our friends, I was \"Erin, her loving, sweet and innocently cute partner\". I had absolute confidence her family loved me, and i did them too! they were a great loving and welcoming bunch that raised my best friend into the loving, sweet-natured and strongly loyal friend that i love.\r \n\r \nBehind closed doors, i was mistress' slave erin. Her submissive playtoy that was often found bare naked, less the long dangling necklace with a jade donut hanging between my 32D breasts. i was never without it, a treasured item that served as my mistress' mark of love and dominance over me.\r \n\r \nIronically, we experimented as domme and submissive first, before being girlfriends. figuring what we liked, preferred and disliked without worrying that our future partners would be awkward and mood-killers. from vanillia kissing and licking, to using out pinafore's belts to bind my wrists and ankles as she sat on me to explore my loins with her fingers. pressing her lips onto my mouth, sliencing my moanings while i explored her folds , gathering her juices with my tongue.\r \n\r \ni appreciate how welcomed i felt in their household. Her mum as always nice to me and had a cool air about her that still made her attractive and sexy despite being in her fifties. Still one of the hottest mum around.\r \n\r \ni secretly wondered what things would be like if her mother had control over me too. what depraved things would she make me do as i knelt under her allevated feet at the sofa. or in her bedroom. shes a remarkable woman, strong and confident. its no wonder she got far in her industry. i always imagined her as firm but sensual, and with some excitedment to cause me a moderate amount of pain. gosh honestly, its something i still do think about.\r \n\r \nTime to visit my mistress's home again soon. wonder if they'll both notice my lack of panties under my short cheongsam. would they perhaps smell my arousal first? what do you think they would do?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Group getting naked
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"content": "Group of college educated people from a sextuplet of fraternities and sororities who traditionally marry each others members (one is a co-ed frat/roar that only takes bisexual or gay/lesbians) take a cruise after graduation and shipwreck on an enormous uncharted island shaped like a heart with two major married deities and their divine children that demand everyone gets nude/semi-nude or die\n\n(Semi-nude in this context means your junk can be covered by a skirt or kilt, but not panties, briefs, boyshorts, or underwear, and no tops that conceal the nipples.)\n\nSome interesting story beats might be: \n\nA: one of the young gods or goddesses falling for a mortal, and having demigod children by them.\n\nB: figuring out that this island shouldn't exist, and doesn't exist on earth, and they're all suffering a collective outbreak of Iisakaitis effecting everyone aboard the ship at the time of the Storm, which has enflamed the vestigial Iisakainum gland and traped them in a alternative version of the earth which is nothing but endless archapelagos of islands similar to the south Pacific ocean, and, oh yeah, magic and deities really exist here.\n\nC: Super Massive Group Relationship forms among people who wanted to have a polycule in the normal world, but were forced into monogamous relationships by social pressure. (Probably with a goddess of polyamorous love at the center of the network.)\n\nHope it helps!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Honey, I'm not mad. As a licensed sex therapist I know nothing wrong with you and your girlfriend exploring your sexuality. what bothers me is well...your technique."
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"content": "“Look, honey, you need to understand that when you’re as well equipped as you are, you have a leg up on the competition, but that doesn’t mean you get to just thrust wildly and finish yourself off. You’ve got to make an experience for the girl.” My mother lectured to me. “From the few minutes I saw of you using the poor girl like a male sex toy may make you feel good, but she might not come back into bed with you afterwards. Sex should be a rewarding experience for all consenting partners.”\n\n\n\nI sat on the bed looking at the floor, this was an awkward conversation to be having only covered by a sheet and with your own mother of all people. My mom had apparently being watching me and my girlfriend, Stacey, have sex for the first time. It was neither of our firsts, but it was our first time together. Once Stacey saw my mom at the door with a notepad she understandably flipped out, grabbed her clothes and ran out the door. \n\n\n\n“Listen Jason, I get it, you’re young, a bit inexperienced, your hormones are going crazy at this age, but that’s no reason to not do the best you can for your partner.” she continued, almost sternly. “Now, tell me, what’s your standard foreplay session? For a man of your size, it should be easily 15 minutes plus, please tell me you’re at least doing 10 minutes and lots of lube.”\n\n\n\nI didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want to be having this conversation and I was still horny out of my mind, Stacey had left before I could finish, I wanted my mom gone so I could at least masturbate. I didn’t answer.\n\n\n\n“Honey, please, I’m just trying to help.” she pleaded, much more gently than her voice from before.\n\n\n\n“I don’t know, Mom, like 5 minutes maybe?” I finally responded frustratingly. “I made sure to rub her a bit, she seemed lubed up, so it was fine.”\n\n\n\n“Oh, Jason, no, dear, that’s not fine. You’ve got to warm her up properly, oral stimulation, vaginal penetration with fingers, maybe even a small dildo to help the process, additional water based lubricants on top of the condom will help her even more. When you first begin the vaginal penetration with your penis, she should be well warmed up, when properly stimulated the vagina will actually expand let you fit more of yourself inside of her.” she continued on, “Then you slowly enter her, allow her time to adjust to the size of your penis, then you can begin more vigorous activities.”\n\n\n\n“Now...” she stated while standing up, “let’s try something, show me your oral skills and we can start there.” \n\n\n\nIn a flash, her blouse was off and thrown lightly onto the chair near my bed fully of my semi-clean, semi-dirty clothes. She had on a sheer lace balconette bra that showed off and accented her medium sized breasts. I went bug-eyed, not only because of the situation, but also because of how good they looked. She continued undressing and unzipped her long skirt letting it fall to the floor, revealing a matching pair of panties. Her morning HIIT classes certainly paid off, she had a fairly toned and slim stomach, that went sort of straight into her hips, followed by a pair of slim but muscular legs. Her dusty blonde hair was done up in a bun, giving her sexy librarian sort of vibe.\n\n\n\n“Stand-up, Jason, now dear, I have a client in an hour and I’d like to get through all of this.” she instructed. \n\n\n\nLost for what to do, I just followed, letting the sheet slip away leaving me fully naked. She inspected me, I was in good shape, I was apart of the varsity track team, specializing in the 400 and 800m races, so I had a tall lean body, with some muscle. She nodded as she walked around me. \n\n\n\n“Everything looks good, girls most likely will enjoy your physique, not too muscular, not too skinny, that helps too, honey. Women might not be as visual as men, but it helps of course. So keep up what you’re doing.” \n\n\n\n“Ok, so keep being on the track team, thanks, Mom, great insight.” I sighed, this was so awkward and frustrating.\n\n\n\n“Shush, Jason, I’m trying to help, and a good physical appearance is the first impression most of your sexual partners will have.” she quickly retorted. “I see you’ve been grooming, many women appreciate it nowadays, but each partner will be different, so no comments there, it’s a personal choice. And then of course your penis, what is it nine inches?\n\n\n\n“Ten!” I responded proudly.\n\n\n\nShe gave me a flat look, “It’s just us Jason, and I’ve seen many male appendages and replicas.”\n\n\n\n“Nine and a quarter.” I responded a little more deflated.\n\n\n\n“Jason, honey, you have to understand you are in the sub one percent of penis size in the world. Nothing to be ashamed about, but there’s also no reason to lie. Women will see it and know it’s large, most will likely never see another as big.” she explained. “Not many women will be able to fully accept it in vaginal intercourse, and even fewer in oral or anal situations. That’s an unfortunate problem for men in your situation.”\n\n\n\nNone of my girlfriends so far had even been able to get more than my head in their mouths, Stacey was the first girl who could take almost my full length in her pussy, part of why I was going so crazy, I was excited. “I know that already mom.” it was my turn to respond flatly.\n\n\n\n“Well then, let’s start with the foreplay component.” She unhooked her bra and dropped it the floor, her breasts sagged a bit, expected from someone of her age, but they were in fantastic shape and looked amazing still, the slightly dark areolas and small nipples fit her body very well. She pushed down her underwear, still acting nonchalant about the whole situation. I saw that she had a neatly groomed triangle in her pubic area, but her pussy seemed hairless. “Now like I told you, grooming is a personal choice, but understandable with oral stimulation becoming more common, must women will tend to do some sort of maintenance of their pubic region, especially in the summer.” she went on to explain. \n\n\n\nMy girlfriends had all been completely bare, I liked that better than what my mom had, but who was I to complain about a free show. I watched her climb onto my bed, her ass fairly perky and shapely for age, but not large. She laid on her back with her legs spread and I saw her pussy fully for the first time, it was different than what I was used to but still looked inviting. \n\n\n\n“Honey, so for foreplay, it’s best to start with kissing, most women enjoy it and it allows you to use your hands to explore their body. Never start right with the a woman's vagina or clitoris, unless urgency is required, it’s best to tease your way through the bottom, working lower and lower before beginning cunnilingus. Most women will take a submissive or passive role to start, especially for women around your age, an older or dominant leaning woman might like to be on top, but we can get to that later, so you’ll most likely have them laying like this.” she kept her voice almost static, like she was giving a lecture to 100 people, not laying naked on her son’s bed. She patted the bed beside her then instructed, “Come up here and lay prone over top of me, add some of your weight to my body, but make sure to keep the majority of your weight supported by your own arms and legs. Then start kissing me, we’ll see how that goes and can work our way lower.” \n\n\n\nI froze and stuttered out, “Sorry, what?”\n\n\n\n“Get up here, lay on me lightly, and begin kissing, I thought I was fairly clear in the instructions.” she explained.\n\n\n\nI slowly did what she requested, I don’t know if it was my horniness, the confusion of the situation, or the fact my mom was actually pretty hot, that prompted me to follow, but I was going to see where this went. I laid on top of her and start kissing her. After about 30 seconds, she pushed lightly on my chest, causing me to stop. \n\n\n\n“Ok, that wasn’t bad, add some more tongue, once the initial ice has been broken, like this.” as she pulled my head back to hers with her hand. Her tongue felt incredible, dancing across my tongue and lips, giving the right amount of attention all over. She broke the kiss again, “Now you try it.” \n\n\n\nI tried to copy her movements, but I don’t think I was as gentle or fluid in my motions, after a minute or two she paused again. “Ok, much better, improvement needed, but that’ll be with practice. Normally, I’d recommend it for longer and to engage in physical touching, rubbing your hands around your partner body, making them feel your want, it can easily be done while on top or the bottom. That will be more partner specific as well, someone with sensitive nipples like myself might want, light flicks across our stimulated breasts, others might enjoy you grabbing their hips or ass, and some just want to feel your touch along the side of their bodies or legs. Seeing how your partner responds to your advances is the best way to learn if neither party is practiced with the other. You can always ask for their preference as well, but I remember being your age, communication wasn’t always done well.”\n\n\n\nI didn’t know what was going on anymore, I was getting hornier and hornier and I couldn’t believe what my mom was telling me, but I was also trying to retain it all, it seemed like good info to have, especially if it already felt this good. \n\n\n\n“Let’s move on to the main event of most foreplay sessions, oral.” she guided me down with a light push on my shoulders, stopping once my face was inches from her glistening pussy. “As you can see, I’m already aroused slightly, but more would be needed for a penis of your size to cause less pain during initial insertion. As well most women struggle with PIV, sorry Penis in Vagina, orgasms, so oral orgasms can be extra helpful with your partner.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the ripped tomboy freed the genie, she got a wish. She wished to have the body of the dream GF of her nerdy crush. The genie laughed & snapped her fingers. After the smoke cleared, she found that her body hadn't changed.
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"content": "\"What I look exactly the same?!?\" Anne said in shock. \n\n\"Technically, not quite, which is why it's a valid wish,\" Zorathsoza, the genie of the ring she'd bought at a pawn shop said. \"The changes are subtle though, almost no one else would ever notice them. Your boobs are a half-cup-size bigger, and a slightly different shape so they will fit the Lara Intimates line of bras and lingerie perfectly, and your butt has similarly been subtely altared. Your eyes are half a shade darker green and a two tints closer to blue than before putting them in a very strong dark leaf green zone where they were a kind of muddy brownish green before the wish. Similarly, your skin is naturally two shades closer to reddish brown, basically, you're permanently tanned. Your teeth also have had almost all major/minor damage and flaws corrected except that big chip out of the left front bottom incisor from where you blocked Archie Pierson's punch in middle school with your face, the pre-molar that had to be replaced with a fake after it got knocked out during the face-plant at the roller-blading championships senior year when you won the championship on a technical-disqualifer because that skank Norma Valmont sabotaged your blades and was stripped of the title after she was proven to have won by cheating, and that slight gap on the top front that never responded to the braces. In summary, it will look like you got an excellent job of dental restoration work from a top-notch/cutting-edge dental clinic. With a few things left in place because they are key to your 'look'. Oh, and that bulge in the middle of your nose from the same fight where Archie Pierson broke it is gone too. All in all, you pretty much look IRL exactly what you look like to him already with his 'lovers-goggles' on upgrading your looks several steps. Oh, yeah, your hair is also a hue or fourteen closer to flame red. Everyone is going to think that you went and got a hollywood level subtle cosmetic makeover done, if they even notice.\" \n\n\"Wait, 'lovers goggles'? Am I correct in interpting that as being a big hint that Vinny's already in love with me?\" Anne asked. \n\n\"Yeppers, you kinda had him at 'Kapow' back when you decked Archie Pierson with blood streaming out of your nose and shouted that if he ever touched Vincent again, you would make him sing soprano in the nuns choir permanently.\" Zorathsoza said with a shrug.\n\n\"Argh, we've both been crushing on each other for ten YEARS?!?!?\" Anne asked pulling on her hair in frustration.\n\n\"Yeah, and had an absolutely asinine number of near-misses with confessions of passion and love letters being intercepted by the wrong person and, and, and, and: everyone else in the multiverse is really fucking sick of that whole metaplot, TBH.\" Zorathsoza said, artfully inspecting her nails as her Genie silks blew about in a gentle ethereal breeze. \n\n\"Yeah, well, that particular 'metaplot' as you put it, ends tonight.\" Anne Vowed.\n\n_------_\n\nA few minutes later, the two of them were standing outside of Vincent's apartment, holding flowers and chocolates. \n\n\"Why am _I_ holding flowers and Chocolates?\" Zorathsoza asked. \n\n\"To prove I'm the Best-Girl by letting him have a polycule relationship with me. I figured out that I am probably the Tsundere in a trans-dimensional Harem anime, so if I want to win against my rivals I would have to show serious character development, nothing will be more serious character development for a Tsundere than being willing to share the object of thier affection with the brand new character introduced just this episode.\" Anne replied.\n\n\"Uhh, sorry, I didn't sign up for being a sex-slave to your boyfriend!\" Zorathsoza objected.\n\n\"Yes, well, you're welcome to leave, but it will not make much difference in the end.\" Anne quipped back.\n\n\"What's that supposed to mean?\" Zorathsoza asked, but just then the door opened. \n\n\"Hi, Anne, who's your...\" Vincent's mouth went dry, greenish blue skin, pointed scallops for ears decorated with a rainbow of large pearl earrings, a pearl necklace some of which were the size of his fist? Floating two feet off the ground? This was obviously a Marrid class genie. \"What, the, actual, Fuck?\" Vincent asked, then, noticing the lights of the police cruisers approaching outside, with thier sirens OFF, he pulled both women into the apartment and slammed the door. \"Talk, FAST!\" Vincent Ordered, locking all the locks.\n\n\n\"Little shops that disappear, bought a big pearl ring, turned out to be a genie ring, she's the genie, wished for some subtle body updates, got them, here to start a relationship with you, but she's not quite onboard with it yet.\" Anne summarized very fast.\n\n\"And the police cruisers?!?\" Vincent demanded.\n\n\"My guess, we have always kept the existence of magical shit more low-key before this? She just kinda floated her way through Kashmen's Department store at the mall, so, I'm betting on them following us from there in an unmarked car and then calling in backup. Also, I know that you and I have been dancing around wanting to hook up for a decade, so use that superior brain of yours and think of a wish that gets us all out of this alive and fixes that.\" Anne stated. \n\n\"No pressure, eh?!?\" He said as he heard the police break down the front door onto the street downstairs. He took the ring off Anne's finger and put it on his own, then just as the police kicked the door that they had braced with the dining room table and the refrigerator he made his wish.\n\n\"Genie of the ring-\" Vinny began.\n\n\"My NAME is Zorathsoza.\" She grumped.\n\n\"Zorathsoza then, My wish is that the reality we live in will suddenly be replaced by one where all three of us have known each other since childhood, been involved in this secret anti-monster work like Anne and I were that we all remember both of them where we became friends, became a polycule BDSM sexual and romantic relationship of three permanently perfectly timed switches as adults that has remained together happily to the present date, leaving us in great condition, financially, socially, mentally, emotionally, romantically, physically, and by every other measurable metric. You may, at your own discretion, choose to replace yourself in this scenario with a perfect replica of yourself providing we will never know about it, especially the clone.\" Vincent stated. \n\n\nSuddenly, the lights and freshly activated sirens vanished, the room burst with candles and about twenty children popped into existence out of nowhere, seated around a dinner table that was not blocking the door and instead held an enormous birthday cake. Zorathsoza was quickest on the uptake with the new memories. \"Alright, Katie, blow out the candles!\" The young girl with bright blue eyes and olive skin that looks a lot like Zorathsoza inhaled a mighty breath and blew the candles out.\n\n\"Alright, who wants cake!\" Vinny said flourishing two large butchers knives. \n\nAnne went into autopilot to let her body take over while her mind remembered what the heck was going on: three children and a fourth on the way, just from her own womb, Zorathsoza had added three of her own, the youngest under a year old, Denebion, and their third-sister-wife... Wait? That was legal? She checked more memories while she helped arranged the present opening, for her Double-First-Sister-Wife's daughter. \n\nYes it would seem that there had been a \"Firefly\" incident and they had been at the center of it, and the end result was that the planet now KNOWS about extra dimensional beings, and extra-trestrial aliens too, which has had the side-effect of forcing a lot of nations to revisit some of their cultural prejudices and political decisions over the years, resulting in, among other things, gay and lesbian marriage being legalized, polyamorous unions being legalized, pot and most other drugs being made legal provided doctor support and supervision is given and/or a religious system exemption could be proven, tobacco use being moved into the same catagory, (not criminal, or even restricted beyond age 21, other than always needing a doctor's prescription or Clergy waiver for purchase), and the whole planet uniting behind the U.N. as a single super-country. \n\nAdditionally, a lot of the 'for profit' moves of the past fifteen years had never happened, because one of the major neighbors of the United Nations of Earth on the Galactic Stage was The Novy Soviet Union, a rival group of human beings and other races founded by escaped human beings from post revolutionary but pre-bolshevik Russia who were kidnapped by a group of aliens for slave labor and overthrew thier Masters creating a genuinely communist utopia in a single generation that expanded to cover a significant amount of the outer Orion arm during the subsequent 100 years or so. This extremely multi-ethnic society left Earth to manage it's own affairs, but, they made it exceedingly clear that the highest ideals of the U.N. needed to be the guiding force of the new Galactic Political Entity, rather than the plutocratic capitalism of the latter half of the 20th century.\n\nAnd so they had added to the three of them a fourth woman a few months ago, an alien Vuzokli, what the 'Greys' called themselves, and she too was pregnant with Vincent's baby. She, unlike the three of them, wasn't a switch, but instead a full-blown submissive, and they all helped to look after her and ensure that she felt fulfilled. The marriage was happy, and they were already looking for a fourth sister-wife to finish the group. \n\nThe birthday party spun on, each of them taking part, and by the end everyone was exhausted, especially the kids. Bedtime followed, and the four adults got into bed together..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She gets a call from her husband while fucking her lover.
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"content": "Operator: \"911, what's your emergency?\"\r \nMan: \"Yeah, uh, I think my wife is cheating on me.\"\r \nOperator: \"Okay, sir, and what's the nature \\[inaudible noises\\] of the emergency?\"\r \nMan: \"That is the emergency!\"\r \nOperator: \"I'm sorry, sir, but your wife cheating on you is not an emergency. \\[grunts\\] Are you in danger, or is she in danger?\"\r \nMan: \"No, but she's going to be in trouble! You probably know her, she's a 911 operator. Her name is Joy. Tell her I know she's fucking him!\"\r \nOperator: \"\\[muffled sounds\\] It's a pretty big office, sir, and I'm going to have to ask you to ... unnnngh ... I'm going to have to ask you to hang up if there's no emergency.\"\r \nMan: \"Fine, here's your fucking emergency, I'm outside his fucking house, and I'm going to kick his ass!\"\r \nOperator: \"You're outside who's ... aaaahhh ... house?\"\r \nMan: \"I'm outside her boss's house, and her car is parked outside. She's supposed to be at work!\"\r \nOperator: \"Mmm ... \\[muffled noises\\] ... Maybe they carpooled to work?\"\r \nMan: \"No way! \\[Banging on door\\] Open the fuck up! Fucking asshole!\"\r \nOperator: \"Sir, sir, you're being unreasonable. They're definitely at work. There's ... \\[man grunting, shushing\\] ... there's a very reasonable explanation, I'm sure.\"\r \nMan: \"There's no fucking explanation for this! \\[banging on door\\] Jesus Christ, open up!\"\r \nOperator: \"\\[background, man's voice\\] Send the black and white. \\[loud grunting\\] \\[Foreground\\] Sir, I'm sending the police to your location. \\[muffled, but audible\\] Oh, God, don't stop. \\[normal volume\\] Do you know where your location is?\"\r \nMan: \"NO! FUCK THAT SHIT! JOY! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE! \\[glass breaking\\]\"\r \nOperator: \"Jesus Christ, Tony, did you just break into the house?! \\[background, man's voie\\] Unnnnghhh! I'm coming!\"\r \nMan: \"What? How'd you know my name is Tony?\"\r \nOperator: \\[heavy panting\\]\r \nMan: \"Hello?\"\r \nOperator: \\[orgasmic squeal\\]\r \nMan: \"... Joy?\"\r \nOperator: \\[heavy panting\\]\r \nMan: \"... goddammit you fucking whore.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The elven kingdom has fallen and its queen has been captured. You can now dispose of her in any means, servicing for her new rulers.
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"content": "King Tristan sighed and tapped his fingers as the two men droned on about their property dispute. He didn't crown himself king so that he could mediate between petty disputes like this. Plus, Acaea was doing a terrible job of sucking his dick, which made the whole trial even more painful. He tapped the former elf queen on the head to let her know she should take a break. She let the new king's dick fall out of her mouth, but knelt obediently in front of his throne.\r \n\r \n\"What, exactly, is it that you are seeking?\" demanded the king. \"If either of you don't have enough land, see the Master of Crownlands to get some crownland. We seized nearly 10,000 hectares in the war, and we've barely got the humanpower to farm half of it. We're even thinking about giving some back to the loyal elves.\"\r \n\r \n\"Your majesty,\" one petitioner said. \"On account of all this economic pain and emotional turmoil, we are asking for ... a turn.\"\r \n\r \nAcaea rolled her eyes. That's all these humans ever asked for. Unsatisfied with the total subjugation of her race, the myriad of elven harems owned and controlled by the nobles, and the brothels filled with impressed elven labor, they had to come and ask for a turn fucking the former elf queen. For better or for worse, King Tristan had been guarding her holes rather jealously, only allowing some of his higher officials to have a turn, and only in her mouth. She wasn't sure if it was his way of making sure they didn't stretch out her pussy or ass with deviant behavior, or whether he liked plowing her from behind as she sucked someone else off.\r \n\r \n\"Denied,\" the king said bluntly. \"Get out of my sight.\" Both petitioners scurried off.\r \n\r \nBefore the herald could announce the next petitioners, King Tristan ordered the doors closed. \"I've had enough for today. Tell everyone else on the list that it'll cost 5 gold pieces - the round coins, none of the triangular elven shit - to even be in line. That should weed out anyone who doesn't have an actual dispute.\"\r \n\r \nThen, he turned to Acaea. \"Why don't you finish me off, it's almost lunchtime.\" Acaea adjusted her tiara and dove back onto his crotch, wrapping her lips around his giant human dick and grasping his hairy balls with her delicate fingers. He held her ears as he pumped her mouth full of cum, which was really irritating, but there were worse punishments for losing a war."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She sucked off someone she really shouldn't have, and now, even worse, their cum is *delicious*.
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"content": "Bella wondered how long she would have to stare up at the mildew on the inside of the tent. She made some vague sexual noises and prayed to God that he would finish soon. His strokes got longer and more desperate as he approached the point of no return, and then he pulled out, like he had promised he was going to do. Bella tried to grab his dick and aim it onto the inside of her flipped-up skirt, just so she could leave the tent with some shred of dignity, but the homeless man insisted on crawling up to her face, and splattering the pretty young woman's face with his cum. Bella managed to minimize the damage by wrapping her mouth around his smelly cock for the last few spurts.\n\nWhen the rapidly softening dick was out of her mouth, and she got a little distance from the unwashed body odor, though, Bella had a realization - his cum was delicious. Not just okay, not just tolerable, but grade-A, downright delectable.\n\nShe tried not to think about it too much, though, and she wiped her face off with the her nice cotton shirt, discarded into the corner of a cluttered, filthy tent. The homeless man reached into his backpack and rummaged through a big bag of found loot. Fishing out her car keys from his finds, he gave her a big, toothless grin and said, \"Pleasure doin' business with ya.\"\n\nBella put on her cum-stained shirt and threw on her cashmere sweater over it. She climbed out of his tent and smoothed out her jean skirt, as if that made her look any less disreputable, and quickly walked away from the jeers and taunts of all the other homeless men hollering. At least she had her car keys back.\n\nThe whole drive home, though, she could taste his cum. She wasn't a huge slut, but she had sucked enough dicks to know that the taste was unusual. She smacked her lips and wiped a few errant drops from her ear, savoring the taste. It was like butter or dried mushrooms or an aged, medium-rare steak. It reminded her of currant scones and rose water, and a tiny bit of burnt caramel. She found herself salivating.\n\n*Fucking shit, Bella, pull it together. You just fucked a homeless man.*\n\nBella took a shower when she got home, making sure to wash every single square millimeter of skin that he had touched. She double-checked to make sure he hadn't left anything inside of her pussy. But, when it came time to wash the cum out of her hair and the dried bits off her face, she hesitated, and even mourned that it would be gone from her, forever.\n\nThat night, Bella floated through a dream carnival. She opened every tent flap to find the homeless man inside every mildew-covered carnival tent. His grimy hands pawed at her, and he pushed her down roughly - missionary in one tent, doggy in another - but the end result was the same as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his balls and coaxed every last drop of cum into her mouth.\n\nShe woke up in the morning and had one of the best orgasms of her life.\n\nAt work, every smell from the break room microwave sent her into a tizzy. She smelled cum-covered popcorn, buttered rice with cum, and cum-chipotle grilled chicken. Everything reminded her of the disgusting, gross, homeless man's cum. Mid-afternoon, she couldn't take it any more. She told her boss that she wasn't feeling well, and then drove back to the homeless encampment to get her second, and soon, daily, dose of cum."
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