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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had sex with her best guy friend once, after a party, and now she's pregnant. She can't believe how smug he is about having knocked her up, or the way that it actually... sort of turns her on.
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"content": "Myra groaned as she started to wake up. The light of the day was quite bright, and she was still too tired to truly process the time. She was at home, in her bed, so she shifted slightly to look at the clock on her night stand. 3:00 PM. Her eyes start to go wide, as a course male hand wraps around her naked body. Suddenly, she remembers everything.\n\nShe remembers going to the St. Patrick’s day party the night before.\n\nShe was going to meet up with her best friend Gary, who she always had a great time with. She had gone wearing a nude colored unitard. She had strategically placed a pair of small 4 leaf clovers over her nipples, and a large one over her pubic mound.\n\nGary had come wearing a leprechaun outfit.\n\nWithin minutes, the pair had started their usual coy rituals of varying innuendos.\n\nAs she felt Gary’s hand shift to cup one of her just barely C cup breasts, her heart fluttered a little. To be honest, all the banter back and forth, all the times that their friends had told them to ‘just fuck and get over it.’ she was kind of surprised it hadn’t happened sooner.\n\nHer mind was a bit fuzzy on exactly what happened last night. However, given how sore her legs felt, likely from being spread wide over and over again, and how late in the afternoon it was, she was pretty sure they both had a really good time late into the morning.\n\nA groan fills her ear, as Gary becomes more awake, muttering, “I should probably get going.”\n\nShe doesn’t say anything, as he starts to climb over her to get out of bed. However, as she feels the tip of his cock trace over her bare skin, she can’t help but pull him in for one last quickie before he goes.\n\n\nWhen he does finally climb out of bed, leaving her there, rubbing her sore inner thighs, she watches as he starts to dress. \n\n“It’s been a long time coming,” Gary replies, a small longing growl to his voice, as he heads toward the door.\n\n“It never happened,” Myra replies, a soft sigh to her voice. There’s a longing, and a need in her eyes, but there was one thing she needed more.\n\n“Our friendship comes first, don’t worry,” Gary replies, giving her leg a squeeze before he walks out the door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tall and busty tomboy loses a bet and has to wear skirts and dresses for the rest of the month. She'd forgotten about a previous bet, that meant she was free use whenever she was wearing a skirt... Her friends didn't forget though!
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"content": "[Full Response via \\[PI\\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/100yqo7/pi_a_tall_and_busty_tomboy_loses_a_bet_and_has_to/)\n\nOne thing about me is that I am INCREDIBLY competitive. The second is that I always keep my word. And those two facts have an unfortunate consequence of putting me susceptible to bets, friendly wagers against my opponent not necessarily monetary. But more like the pink I dyed my hair the night before graduation, or my name tattooed on Sabrina’s ass.\r \nGabe leans over the pool table, lining up his shot and sending the 11 ball into the corner pocket. Each of us now have 3 balls left. “So you just never wear dresses anymore?” he clarifies.\r \n“Not since I was my aunt’s flower girl, 19 years ago,” I sip from my drink.\r \n“It’s true, she even wore a suit to prom,” Oliver speaks up. He’s been my best friend since grade school, and the only person from high school I still talk to.\r \n“What! But prom dresses are so pretty, how could you not?” Honey, Neal’s new girlfriend, or no new probably isn’t the right word, despite Neal’s propensity for sleeping around Honey has been part of the group for almost 2 months now.\r \n“That they are, but I was more than fine to just look at them on all the other fine ladies. Plus if you saw me in a suit, you wouldn’t be complaining” I tease, gesturing to myself dressed in basketball shorts and jersey.\r \nNeal returns with the next round of drinks, which is great since mine was mostly just bourbon flavored water from the melted ice. “What are we talking about?”\r \n“How Dee never wears dresses,” Honey says, sipping from her new bright red strawberry daiquiri.\r \nGabe lines up his next shot. “Huh, I guess that’s true. Never thought much about it,” Neal comments, hugging Honey close to him, her skirt fluttering in the motion.\r \n“I bet you’d look great in a skirt,” Gabe says, “How about a little bet?” He takes his shot, the 14 ball bounces off the wall next to his intended hole. “Shit.”\r \nGabe wasn’t a slouch at pool, but I should be able to win pretty easily. “Terms?”\r \nGabe takes up his drink, “Rest of the month, nothing but skirts and dresses.” He smirks.\r \n“Fine, but same to you,” I raise an eyebrow. Our friends ooh, wondering if Gabe will back out. “At all times, even in private.”\r \n“Deal,” he surprisingly agrees, holding out a hand.\r \nI shake it, the bet is made. I line up my shot and easily sink the 4 in a side pocket. “Hey Gabe, what kind of skirts are you going to wear?” Oliver teases. The 1 now resides in the corner, leaving just the 5 and the 8.\r \nI line up my next shot. Honey giggles, and I look over. Neal’s hand is brushing her thigh, her flawless Colombian skin glows as her skirt brushes from side to side. Get it together Dee, bro code, you can’t go there. You’ll just have to find someone else to take home tonight, the guy 3 tables over with the tight ass, or the lady who hung on her friends a little too much to be straight? I jam my cue into the white ball, and it goes wide. I completely miss the 5 ball.\r \n“Here’s your chance,” Neal hollers.\r \nGabe walks up to the table. I lean back in next to Oliver. “Nervous?” he whispers, as I hug my cue.\r \n“Not even slightly. Gabe’s a choker,” I pull my hands up to my throat miming the inevitability.\r \nGabe sinks the 9. Then the 14 follows suit. Shit. The tension is thick. The 13 barely rolls into the corner pocket. “Can’t wait to see this,” Gabe teases, calling his final shot. And just as I predicted, he totally chokes. The black ball bounces from wall to wall, and it’s my go again.\r \n“Told you,” I nudge Oliver.\r \n“Cocky bastard,” he shoves back.\r \nI lean over the table, “I’m sure everyone in accounting will appreciate your legs,” I laugh, sinking my 5. Now just the 8. “But you’ll want to watch out for Wes, I heard rumors he runs an upskirt site.”\r \n“You’ve got this,” Honey cheers. She claps, bouncing on her heels. Her chest drawing my attention, her brown curls flying every which direction, and her skirt riding up just enough to show more of her stunning thighs. Fuck me. My body tenses and I shoot. The white clatters against black, and the black hits green, missing the hole by a mile. “Oh,” Honey settles down.\r \nFuck, fuck, fuck. The balls are lined up, an easy shot that not even Gabe can fuck up. And sure enough he doesn’t. The 8 ball disappears and I’ve lost. “Yes,” Gabe shouts, pumping his fist in the air.\r \nI hold out my hand, he shakes it, “Good game,” we say in unison.\r \n“I can’t wait for Monday, wish I didn’t have that family thing tomorrow,” Gabe says, taking up his drink again. Oliver gathers the balls for the next game.\r \nNeal pipes up, “Dee and Honey could swap clothes.”\r \nI look over at the couple. Honey is blushing. Oliver and Gabe both laugh. “That’d actually be great,” Gabe chuckles.\r \n“I mean I guess,” Honey says, stirring the straw in her drink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Of course he is happy his new girlfriend and his best friend are getting along. It's just...this is a bit much. They're totally flirting! They aren't even being subtle! They're just about ripping each other's clothes off!
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"content": "Girlfriend meets Friend\n\n\nI couldn't believe I ever doubted that she would get along with Nate. However I never expected them to click like this. Nate was three beers in and talking frankly about his bad luck finding a woman who is a good girlfriend and great at giving blowjobs. Bianca was hanging off his wide frame and her delicate hand grabbed his knee and started to travel to his inner thigh. \"Nate, you just haven't found the right girl. There are girls out there that are worth having a relationship with that you could train. You just need to know how to train them…\" Bianca said.\n\n\nShe squeaked as he pulled her lithe frame against his massive body. \"Would you happen to know someone who's gotten some decent slut training and could give me some pointers?\"\n\n\nI nervously sat in the recliner by myself and I could hear her enthusiastic squeak. This was a sound I was very familiar with. A sound that let me know she was getting wet. \"I have to admit that you are usually not my type.\" He said with a gripping her tight while the other gripped her thigh. \n\n\n\"What kind of girl usually gets your attention?\" Bianca asked as she unzipped his pants.\n\n\n\"Tall, busty, blonde.\" \n\n\n\"Well maybe you just needed to try a spinner.\" Bianca's voice got breathy as her fingers gripped his still hidden and flaccid cock. \n\n\n\"What's a spinner?\" He asked with a smile.\n\n\n\"You never heard of it? A spinner is a girl so small and light you can put her on your cock and spin her.\" Her hand was now working inside his boxers. I couldn't believe she was doing this. There I sat, frozen in place. \"The kind of girl so small that you can do whatever you want.\"\n\n\n\"Anything I want, huh?\" He asked as he caressed the back of her brunette head and coiled his fingers around her ponytail. She let out a gasp.\n\n\n\"How could I stop a man of your size?\" The words barely escaped her mouth.\n\n\n\"Mark, can you get me another beer?\" Nate's voice shocked me to reality. I couldn't believe that all I did was just up and run to the fridge.\n\n\n\"Do you think I can fit this whole thing in my mouth?\" I heard Bianca ask while my back was turned. Nate's heavy breathing and moans were the only sound during the brief time I was in the kitchen.\n\n\nBianca's head bobbed in his lap as I walked back into the living room. They were just acting like I wasn't there. Nate's eyes rolled back while Bianca tried to fit what she could down her throat. From time to time she would slightly gag. Not knowing what to do I just set his beer down on the coffee table in front of him and sat back down.\n\n\n\"See, you can't get it all, but I appreciate your effort.\" Nate laughed.\n\n\n\"Maybe, I can't throat your whole cock but I bet I could take it in my pussy, down to the base.\" Bianca said it between huffs. She wiped some drool from her mouth and got to her feet as she tore at her own jeans. Bianca was obviously determined to show Nate that she could take his cock better than any tall girls he dated before. \n\n\nBianca was a short woman of only five feet and most of her fat seemed to go to her ass. This left her with small breasts but Nate seemed very interested in that plump ass. Once she ripped off her thong, Nate poked a thick finger into her wet hairless pussy. \"Seriously, you think this can fit all of me?\"\n\n\nBianca was to horny to answer. She just ground against his hand. He then looked over to me and asked, \"Do you think she could take it all, bro?\" \n\n\nHe caught me off guard by finally acknowledging me. Now I noticed his thick veiny cock and I couldn't help but stare at it as he fingered my girlfriend. \"I guess there's only one way to tell.\" I was surprised to find myself saying it, but I needed to see my small girlfriend slide down him.\n\n\nNate laughed and pulled her onto his lap. They each still had their t-shirts on when Bianca started to ride him. She savored taking every inch in. They picked up an animalistic pace and Nate started to question her, \"Who's bigger, baby?\" \n\n\nShe didn't hesitate in telling him he was the bigger man. Then she begged him not to stop. When he was ready to cum her pushed her back on the coffee table and knocked over the beer. Then he proceeded to douse her in his semen. It stashed across her belly and chest. Bianca was now a mess of semen and spilled beer. \n\n\nAfter he busted his nut Nate and Bianca finally realized I had been jacking off the whole time. \"Come here.\" Bianca beckoned and I obeyed but just before her lips touched my cock it exploded across her face. They both laughed but I just couldn't help it. I led Bianca to the shower to clean up but we ended up fucking on the bathroom floor while Nate watched. \n\n\nBianca was filthy. She was covered in semen and beer and all I wanted to do is add to that mess. I planted my second batch in her shaved pussy and Nate wouldn't let me clean her up until he left one there too. She was stretched and gushing with cum before I stood her up in the shower to hose her clean.\n\n\nFrom that day forward Nate would use Bianca whenever he felt like it. A few of those times it wasn't just the three of us. Hell, instead of a bachelor party Nate just showed up with his girlfriend and fucked Bianca the day before the wedding. I'm pretty sure she had his cum in her when she said \"I do.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On short notice your ship’s engineering droid was replaced by a ‘comfort’ model. She seems to be doing great, but the only source of energy that can keep her running is semen
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"content": "Marek pulled the computer jack out of the model, she lay in a mass of packing debris, cardboard, foam and alonkeys. The smell of sweat thick in the stifling humid air.\r \n“Fingers crossed.” said John behind him.\r \nThere was a murmur of agreement. All eyes on Marek and the doll he had spent the last 3 hours assembling. 8 chiefs, 1 indian.\r \n“That was an order.”\r \nMarek crossed his fingers, taking in a breath and holding it. The doll's eyes flicked open.\r \n“Hello Sir… are you my master?” said the petite voice.\r \nMarek eyed John and received a nod.\r \n“Sure… I’m Marek.” he said.\r \n“You have installed some quite specific fetishes but there were some errors and incomplete files… would you like me to correct the errors?”\r \n“She is calling you out already.” said Sarah, the smile audible in her voice.\r \n“Hey I’ve been doing my best! Dammit I’m a computer technician not a mechanic!”\r \nThe doll looked at him expectantly.\r \n“Sure, fix the errors.”\r \nThe slender form with disproportionate hips and breasts… full lips… she had what looked like a mild stroke followed by a seizure.\r \n“No no no fuck shit…” he said while reaching for the computer but her hand grabbed his wrist.\r \n“I’m fine sir… I’m all better.”\r \n“Cute little thing.” said Claire.\r \n“Liddle?” asked the sex bot hopefully turned mechanic.\r \n“How long till he fucks it?” asked Sarah.\r \n“Can you start the fetishes? Specifically the life support one.” said Marek.\r \n“Of course sir. Do… Do you want me to do it in front of your friends?” there was a collective sigh of relief.\r \n“Yeah, they like to watch and critique.”\r \nThe doll looked around her at the packing materials, her eyes running down her bare arms and legs.\r \n“Would you like me to clean up this mess first?”\r \n“No, mess is my fetish, I would very much prefer you fixed the life support.”\r \nShe rose and gracefully stepped around the piles of trash, angling toward the maintenance hatch, her limbs twisted at inhuman angles and she slipped into the narrow 18 inch gap, sliding quickly into the bowels of the ship.\r \nMarek laid back, head resting on a block of foam.\r \n“Maybe we are not all doomed after all.” said an upside down captain above him.\r \n\\-\r \n“Why my clothes?” said Sarah.\r \n“You’re the only person relatively her size. You're a bit big but I can trim them down.” said Marek.\r \nSarah rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “But why clothes… It’s doing perfectly fine.”\r \nMarek reached up to her cabin's air vent, cranking the dial to full blast cold air. \r \n“That’s why, she fixed our shit.”\r \n“You fixed it, just by proxy with a specific tool.”\r \n“Then give me the clothes and I’ll-”\r \nShe held up a hand. “It didn’t take any effort on your part so you get no favours from me.”\r \n“I’ll go to the captain.” said Marek.\r \nSarah let out a coarse trill laugh and fixed him with a look.\r \nMarek deflated and cranked her airvent to full heat before stepping out into the hall.\r \n“I fixed the light panel in the mess hall, are you happy?”\r \nMarek jumped at Liddle suddenly beside him, she wore his baggy oversized shirt around her small frame, it fell over one shoulder and draped down past her hips.\r \n“Yes I’m happy.” he said.\r \nShe blushed at his words, bouncing on her toes with a grin. “What would you like to do now?”\r \n“Uh… what’s left on the list?”\r \n“You want to keep going? You’re insatiable master!” she said, eyes beaming up at him with a broad smile.\r \nSarah gave a sharp laugh and smirked as she walked past. Marek felt his cheeks warm, pinching the bridge of his nose.\r \n“Are you sure you’re happy master?”\r \n“I am… I’m not- BUT! I am very happy with your performance, Liddle.”\r \nShe fixed him with a concerned look, ducking down into his line of sight to steal his attention. A smile slowly crept back onto his face. She gave a firm nod. “I’ll start on fetish 5.”\r \n“Thankyou Liddle.”\r \nShe hesitated, eyes running over him for a moment before bouncing away, toolbox bouncing on her hip. He watched her go, the baggy shirt floating up around her giving a glimpse of her arse as she skipped. He caught Sarah’s eyes and quickly looked away.\r \n\\-\r \nHe adjusted the pants, doing the belt up another notch.\r \n“This is sexy?” she asked.\r \n“Oh yeah, huge fetish of mine!” he said.\r \nShe wriggled a little, looking down to watch him, hips rolling left and right with a little happy jig. He had to steady her to cut off the remainder of the belt that was hanging loose. He fell back off his haunches to sit on the floor, gazing up at her as she did a little twirl. The top haphazardly tightened with a crisscross of cabling down her back like corset straps, it was cut short around her waist… maybe a little too short. His cargo pants bunched up by the belt hanging from her hip, they had been cut short just below her knees. It was baggy but secure and wouldn’t tangle on things while she worked. Gone was the toolbox, her pockets stuffed with wrenches, wire and cable ties.\r \n“Do I look sexy?” she asked, eyes wide and pleading.\r \n“You fulfil all of my desires and more.” he said.\r \nShe fell toward him and pecked him on the cheek. She smirked at having surprised him and stolen it before he could object. He relaxed his shoulders and smiled, she looked happy.\r \nHis eyes ran over her body, the curve of her waist, rising up toward her full breasts contoured by the tight top… he caught himself, shaking the thought loose.\r \n“We have time for a little custom fetish 8.” she said with a teasing smile.\r \n“No, you… you have been flat out for days. Do you want to have a break?”\r \n“Were on a break?”\r \n“No no no… just. You have been fulfilling my fetishes day and night. Is there anything you want to do?”\r \n“Sir?”\r \n“Yes.”\r \n“We have been doing foreplay… a lot of foreplay!… I do work properly. If you’re nervous about trying a new model I can go slow.”\r \n“Uh, we don't do… we do the fetishes and keep the ship running.”\r \n“Oh…” she said. She turned toward the maintenance hatch.\r \n“Liddle wait.”\r \nShe kept walking.\r \n“Liddle, come here!”\r \nShe gripped the hatch and wrenched it open, her lithe body twisted and deformed as she slid through the narrow hap, sliding through tunnels to… he had no idea where.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While watching some classic vintage porn, he he's a familiar face. Is that? No, it couldn't be... Grandma?!
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"content": ">!Cosentual BDSM, M solo\n!<\r \nBrad put the game controller on the coffee table, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the clock. He said a soft \"fuck me\" on impulse. Ever since he moved out of his parents, he found joy in sleeping naked, so he stripped out of his pizza stained shirt, sweat pants, and boxers before sliding in between the his prized high tread count Egyptian cotton sheets. He kept seeing the residual glow from the over-sized OLED screen on his eyelids. He tossed and turned, opened his eyes in the complete blackness of the room, closed them, yet the glowing red tendrils kept annoying his mind.\r \n\r \nThe ancient VCR click and hummed as the tape finished playing. It was a complete unknown quantity, a label-less blank that was half spooled when he picked it up at an estate sale earlier in the day. Brad threw back the bedding and walked into the den/office by rote to flick on the ceiling light. The Screen's remote was never far from his favorite spot, and the phone's wireless keyboard was nearby too. Technology does some weird things sometimes like a Bluetooth box that transmitted video from a coax device. \r \n\r \nThe phone's mirroring function allowed him to pair it to the screen. The VCR transfer was a hobby of his, to find old movies and convert them. \"Oh Shit! Jackpot!\" he excitedly uttered into the empty room. The screen was playing the beginnings of what had to be an ancient porn movie. The graphics were pixilated, and obviously from the 1980s. He skipped through the delivery boy trope to the next scene. Next was a Woman with a hairy, but trimmed muff and a peering pool boy that got enticed into joining her by her solo pleasures.\r \n\r \nHe wasn't expecting much of the next scene either, but when the opening shot was of a dungeon, pale red walls with a woman facing away from the camera tied to a sideways painted black cross, well, he let the scene play out. The camera kept rolling with her obviously experiencing the discomfort of the cross. Her moans and whines didn't sound force or artificial but were enticingly natural. Brad began holding his growing erection in anticipation of what might be next.\r \n\r \nThe model on the cross was California fit with a good deal of side-boob to boot. The way her breasts were swaying would indicate that they were natural not the hard lumpy silicone blobs of 1980 plastic surgery. He was hoping that she'd be turned around at some point so he could get a better look. He began caressing his shaft just enjoying the sensation of it.\r \n\r \nA broad shouldered man walked in to the shot wearing a leather mask that covered his face and back of his head. Brad surprised himself with a short chortle at the 'bicker vest' and 1970s wrestler's costume type briefs. There was contrast between the actor's narrow hips, and broad back to the actress' wide hips and narrow (in comparison) stretched out back. The actor let fly a cat-o-nine tails across her back working methodically downward. \r \n\r \nThe slaps didn't appear to be hard, or make much of noise against her skin. The actress' on the other hand began a series of loud whimpers with each new strike. Her breathing got louder and quicker and she gasped with a half scream when the cat-o-nine began assaulting her inner thighs. Her 'please no,' and 'I'll be good' sounded so damn sincere that Brad began to lose his erection, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the action.\r \n\r \nHer pleas were the prelude to the whip moving upwards between her legs. She stopped pleading and readjusted her breathing in a conscious effort. Her reactions in the beginning of her pussy being spanked was in line with her previous reactions but there was a point when that changed. She tilted her hips with an arch of her back to present her pussy more to the whip. Brad's cock began aching watching her full on arousal, the wanting, her body opening up to be used. \r \n\r \nThe audio was more erotic than any fansonly page he'd patronized. The actors weren't playing at BDSM but were recording her actual responses. Her cues perfectly foretold her journey into an orgasmic release that Brad's body was following along with. Sleep, or the next day's work, wasn't anywhere near his mind, just the building climax both hers and his. The 'dom' wasn't in control, only following her cues. As is popular in these modern times: she was topping from the bottom.\r \n\r \nHis body exploded, pumping his seed to land on his face. The second on splashed left of center on chest, then the more normal oozing pool on below his belly button. \"Fuck ME,\" he shook his head, \"Jesus!\"\r \n\r \nHe was cleaning himself up as the actor was unleashing his target. Brad felt like sleep was going to be easy now. The actress turned around, melons swaying from unsteady legs holding her up, and not a trace of hair on or between her legs only a sloppy triangle of varying red lines on her flesh radiating outward.\r \n\r \n\"Well that's going to cause issues,\" Brad said recognizing his grandmother after examining her womanly body. \"Well, look at those,\" he commented on his Granny's pierced nipples. The video continued to play, but he pushed the requisite buttons to turn everything off. \"Later.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You get transported to a dimension filled only with curvy and beautiful women. Having never seen a man before the government of this world takes you away to study you. As it turns out, their version of “studying” is highly sexual…
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"content": "\"Oh, you poor thing,\" The scientist mused as I groaned, restrained in a doggy-style position. Her fingers have been probing my prostate for what felt like hours now, milking load after load inquisitively.\n\n\"Don't feel too bad, Jesse\" came her associate, tasked with 'studying' my mouth for possible clues of my origin. My mind flashed to this morning when she forced my face into her womanhood, all too familiar with making me lap despite seemingly never having seen a man.\n\n\"Our little friend here, whatever it is, sure seems to be enjoying itself.\"\n\nI feel Jesse smile, her innocent and caring demeanor belied a hand all to willing to punish me for non-compliance if I struggled.\n\n\"Is that true, sweetie? Did you enjoy our tests so far?\"\n\nI say nothing, knowing whatever I utter would be used against me.\n\n\"Hmmm, Angela it's giving us the silent treatment again. You may have to-\"\n\nThe door to the dim lab slid open, and a well-uniformed superior stepped into the immediate saluting of my two interrogators. The cold discipline in her eyes bounced between the three of us before resting on me.\n\n\"DNA seems consistent with human genes, Ma'am. It's not alien.\"\n\n\"No sign of genetic tampering either. We don't think it's a bioweapon.\"\n\n\"What is that THING?\" The redheaded officer asked as her finger traced from the tip of my cock to the base of my shaft.\n\nJesse shook her head. \"The most obvious distinction between it and us. Whatever it is, it's really sensitive. We've been jumping between teasing it and torturing it for hours now.\"\n\n\"It shoots a lot of white, salty stuff\" Angela added. \"You should take a look at it under the peri-dish ma'am. It's wild\"\n\nI grit my teeth as the officer continued to trace my cock with her finger, ever so barely touching it. I couldn't help but dribble a bit from the stimulation. Curiously, she tasted it.\n\n\"Hmmmm, fascinating. Extract as much as you can from it. I want every last drop it can produce... for science!\"\n\n\"Yes Ma'am\" They both chirped.\n\n\"When you're done pass it around the barracks for a bit and see if the grunts can make heads or tails. Throw enough apes at a problem and eventually, you'll get an answer.\"\n\n\"Good idea\" Angela beamed, clearly interested in watching my inevitable gang-banging.\n\n\"Keep me posted\" The officer left as abruptly as she entered.\n\n\"I'll get some hydration!\" Chirped Jesse.\n\n\"I'll get one of my dildos for its cute little but!\" Angela added. I sat in the darkness for an hour, wondering if I was in heaven or hell."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: During an inter-stellar war with humanity, an alien race make a sterility plague to finally defeat humanity... They messed up and made a fertility plague instead!
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"content": "\"Pathetic. I've killed a number of SIA agents over the years, but you have to be the most pathetic. Not only did you get captured, not only did you fail to blow up the plague ship heading for Earth, you even managed to get yourself infected!\"\n\nJoanna Bellflower, agent of the Solar Intelligence Agency, looked out the window in horror as the plague rocket pulled away from the station, its blazing atomic exhaust quickly vanishing until it was a point of light among the stars. She had used her explosive charges to blow up what *should* have been a fuel tank, but it turned out to be a storage tank for the Rigelian virus instead. With clouds of viral mist filling the air, she was certainly infected now.\n\nWell, it was too late for recriminations now. Her only hope was to try and get away from Doctor Ra'kos and warn the SIA about the danger. A shame that he was holding her at gunpoint. She put on a brave face and turned to face her captor.\n\n\"In my defense, \"red\" means \"explosive\" in my culture. I didn't have time to read the labels. And second...\" She was interrupted by a fit of coughing. \"Ack. Sorry about-.\"\n\nJoanna coughed again. \"No way, it starts working that quickly?\"\n\n\"Ha! Rigelian bio-science is the greatest in the world! In a matter of minutes, it will spread to your reproductive organs, and you will never bear children again!\" Ra'kos monologued.\n\nThe virus must have been replicating impossibly quickly. She was feeling flushed and feverish. Joanna fell to one knee and fumbled at the zipper to her bodysuit. She yanked it open, not caring that she was naked underneath. \n\n\"Ergh... I'm feeling like... *ooh*\" The gasp that escaped her lips was breathy, strangely erotic. She pulled down her suit farther, letting her breasts spill out. It was *too damn warm.*\n\n\"I'm feeling,\" she decided, \"like I could really use a dick inside me right now.\"\n\nDoctor Ra'kos backed up slightly, the ray gun shaking in his hand. \"No, that can't be possible. Your reproductive system should be shutting down as we speak. You can't *possibly* be feeling aroused by this.\"\n\nShe looked up at him and shook her hair out of her eyes, a faint smile around her lips. \"Maybe I can be. Human biology is really complicated, you know. Maybe you got something wrong.\"\n\n\"Maybe, it's not like I had a lot of test subjects...\" The doctor muttered. He had holstered the gun and pulled out a hand scanner, which was making confused beeps and whistles as he pointed it at her. \"None of these readings make sense, humans don't even go into heat, how can you...\"\n\nJoanna stood up and sauntered towards him, slowly and deliberately. \"Hey, is it true that Rigelian men are bigger than humans?\"\n\n\"What the fuck I was just trying to kill you and now you're...\"\n\nShe abruptly grabbed the doctor by the lapels of his lab coat. \"Yes, you did just try to exterminate humanity, so the *very least* you can do is help me see if I'm still breedable.\"\n\n\"I didn't finish looking at the scans but I think you might be hyperfertile or-\"\n\n\"Less talking, more finding a bed.\" She remembered seeing one back in Ra'kos's lab and pushed him towards the door, pulling off his coat and belt along the way. By the time they arrived and tumbled into the hospital bed, he was naked, and Joanna was rapidly peeling off her suit.\n\n\"Wow, that *is* big. Guess you like to see a naked human woman.\"\n\n\"Rigelians and humans look very similar and it's perfectly natural to-\"\n\n\"What did I say about the nerd talk?\"\n\nShe climbed on top of the scientist and grasped his shaft delicately with one hand, guiding it inside herself.\n\n\"Your personality changed so quickly...\" the doctor continued to mutter. \"The hormonal changes must beeooooh!\" He gasped as she worked the oversized member slowly inside herself, slowly sliding down with a back and forth motion that caused grunts of pleasure with every shift.\n\n\"Oh... I can't believe I tried to *sterilize* you. You're so good at this.\"\n\nRa'kos put his arms around the human, squeezing her naked butt, and she responded by leaning down and kissing him roughly.\n\n\"Yes! Yes! That's it! Fill me up!\" She moaned.\n\nShe started to ride his cock at a steady pace, sliding up and down and grinding her hips against him in a way that had the alien groaning in delight, and any further thoughts the doctor had of studying her vanished into a fog of pleasure.\n\n---\n\nJoanna yawned as she pushed herself off of the hospital bed. The doctor was squeezed in next to her, fast asleep.\n\n\"Oh, right, the rocket.\"\n\nThe spy rolled out of bed, and picked up the Doctor's communicator. She punched in a code and sent a brief message to the Earth-Rigel ansible.\n\n*Couldn't stop the rocket, but you should be able to intercept it on vector 203-78-189. If not, the virus's effects aren't fatal, just embarrassing. I've attached the doctor's notes.*\n\n*Oh, and tell Agent Thornton I want to grab a coffee with him once we're both back on Earth. He's a cutie~.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Finally, the supervillain’s moment of triumph has come! His superhero arch-nemesis cannot stop him! But it turns out it’s not money or world-domination he’s after; after everything, all he really wants is to know for sure whether her superhumanly incredible tits are real or implants.
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"content": "\"Now I've got you now, I finally get to see if you have implants.\" said the supervillain\n\n\"Seriously? It was fat grafting, get with the times.\" said the superhero, Fox-girl\n\n\"So,\" the supervillain looked around, \"could that work with me?\"\n\n\"Well yes, but it's only good for about one cup size, anything bigger you probably still need some implants too. I could recommend a surgeon if you surrender, I could probably get you on HRT too.\"\n\n\"Please! I'm begging you!\"\n\n\"Not good enough! Get on your knees!\"\n\nAnd so the supervillain got on her knees\n\n\"Good girl.\"\n\n\"This is what I've always wanted.\"\n\n\"Did I tell you that you can talk slut?\"\n\n\"No mistress, I'll be quiet now.\"\n\n\"Good, I'm taking you to a therapist that specializes in gender identity, now you can talk.\"\n\n\"Thank you mistress.\"\n\n\"Do you like being called slut, because I could call you something else.\"\n\n\"No mistress, I am your slut, and I want to make you proud.\"\n\n\"Good girl, want to get ice cream after your therapy appointment?\"\n\n\"Yes mistress.\" replied Fox-girl's slut"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Swapavator: A new form of elevator that randomizes each rider's race and sex each time they ride. It's now standard in most places of business to combat discrimination. Bigots take the stairs.
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"content": "They promised that they removed the glitches. I hoped that was the case, on my first ever ride I became a trans man with massive period dysphoria, and to make matters worse, I was suffering the worst cramps I have ever experienced.\n\nMy time as a cis man went better. I fathered a few children.\n\nAnd the second time I was a trans man it went better too. Still suffered from some bottom dysphoria though. But I pegged a lot of people that time. I even pegged another trans man with no bottom dysphoria, lucky bastard, and played with his massive clit.\n\nAnd now I'm a trans woman with amazing tits. I have a cock now and amazingly I don't have bottom dysphoria this time. Sadly the swapavater can't help the fact that whenever I'm a woman I'm basically the most useless lesbian ever. So it's doubtful that my dick will be used sexually. So now I just spend a lot of time masturbating, I want to see if I can masturbate in such a way that it all lands on my tits. the first try it all landed in my cleavage then the next try it landed all ended up in my hair.\n\nSo now I going to try another time, wish me luck!\n\n\"Ok, this is ridiculous,\" said my roommate, who was now an Asian cis woman. \"I have always liked you, please, let me fuck you.\"\n\nSo obviously I said yes to that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Let's play the Taboo Hit, The adults only game show "The Mother Load'"
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"content": "Like all but the most successful mainstream actresses, Jenifer’s career had deteriorated after she turned 50. Work had dried up and she’d started to get desperate, so that she could feel herself starting the slide into a second career in porn. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe considered her costume in the full-length mirror of her dressing room: ridiculous stiletto heels, a tiny frilly black micro-miniskirt over a black thong that seemed to be made of dental floss… and a black corset that left her full MILF breasts fully exposed. Well, she was on the edge of porn now, probably the wrong edge even if she wasn’t going to be sucking or fucking on camera. She sighed and headed out to start filming.\n\n\r \n“Hello and welcome to another exciting episode of America’s greatest taboo hit, the adults-only gameshow ‘The Mother Load!’” She strode down center stage, giving the camera a big grin. “The show where men face off and answer trivia questions while the opponent’s mom blows them, to see how much they can win before their moms get fed ‘The Mother Load!’” The tiny studio audience seemed interested, but the excited applause that played was pre-recorded. She kept smiling as she introduced the contestants.\n\n\r \n“From Las Vegas, Nevada, we have Mike and his mother Catherine. Mike works as a security guard and his mother works in retail. Catherine got divorced last year when Mike’s father left her for a younger woman, and she tells us they’re competing to win money to help catch up on the mortgage so the bank won’t foreclose. Hopefully they will find a way to keep their home.” Mike was a tall, muscular, white man with a crew cut. His mother Catherine was a short brunette, middle-aged and slightly overweight, but the extra weight had gone into a voluptuous MILF figure. Jenifer turned to the other contestants:\n\n\r \n“From Dallas, Texas, we have Robert and his mother Alice. Robert is a university student, and his mother works as a dental assistant. Alice raised Robert alone, and she tells us that they’re competing to win money to help Robert get through school with less debt. It’s admirable when a mom helps with education expenses.” Robert was tall but skinny, with dark brown hair to his shoulders. His mother Alice was tall for a woman and noticeably athletic. She wore her hair shorter than her son’s. All four of the contestants had dressed in a sort of business casual, and the moms had not particularly tried to make themselves look sexy. Jenifer kept talking:\n\n\r \n“As always, we have certified that these are genuine amateur moms competing here, who have no prior experience with sex work, public sex or swinging. We are thrilled to be opening up these ordinary moms for you, and the first step will be to send them to get a proper slut mom makeover. When they’re back with us, we will get back to you from this message from our sponsor.” The camera cut out as the commercial break began, and production assistants led the moms away to get into costume. Their sons shifted nervously on stage and seemed unable to look at each other. Jenifer took the opportunity to get off her stiletto heels while she could and waited for the moms to be ready.\r \n\r \nWhen filming resumed, Jenifer stood between the two moms with an arm around each one’s shoulders. The moms wore tiny, mostly transparent, nightgowns that went less than halfway down the ass. It was extremely obvious that neither had anything under the gowns – including pubic hair. Jenifer grinned as she spoke:\n\n\r \n“Welcome back! Now that the moms have had their makeover, we are ready to begin.” She turned to the two sons, standing one on each side of the little stage, looking anxious: “Yes, it’s time to say goodbye to the son you raised… and hello to the son you’ll be blowing.” The moms did as they’d been told, each giving her son a hug and a quick maternal kiss on the cheek – and then going over to kneel in front of the other woman’s son. Jenifer felt herself getting excited. “Sons, get ready.” Their shirts and pants came off, they were standing naked and firmly erect. They’d each been given a little blue pill during the commercial break so their cocks would be sure to stand at attention. She stood between them, so that if they looked at her when she asked questions they’d see their mother blowing their opponent behind her. She felt her stage grin becoming genuine as she got into the spirit of things:\n\n\r \n“OK, rules are simple. Each mother-son pair competes against the other, the mother by giving the best head she can and the son through endurance and answering trivia. Mothers must place their hands on the ass or lower back of the one they’re blowing and keep them there – so it’s a hands-free blowjob. When a son cums, the mother blowing him must swallow and then call out ‘Motherload!’ and until she does, he can keep answering questions. The winner is the son who answered more questions before he came. The winner receives $100 per correct answer, plus $1,000, while the loser receives $100 per correct answer, minus $100 for each question more than them that the winner got correct – with a minimum payout of $100. Any questions?” No one said anything, so Jenifer continued, “Alright. Moms, start sucking.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: it's not everyday you meet a unicorn while adventuring, though nobody would have guessed they were that hung and looking to mate. though i don't think anyone would have expected them to be double the size of your average horse.
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"content": "I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The journey through the forgotten woods had been a long one, but soon we would be resting. \n\n\"Annabelle start getting dinner ready,\" Luis the paladin called out.\n\n\"Yes, Sir!\" I replied nervously.\n\nOr correction, my party would be resting.\n\nI was the newest member to this party of four and so I was given all of the grunt work such as cooking and cleaning. It didn't help my case that I was the only woman amongst these three guys so they kept saying how it should be my 'job' anyway.\n\nNormally I wouldn't mind doing the traditionally female jobs as the others usually protected me during combat so I could cast spells freely. I just didn't like how every time they helped me out they would imply I 'owed' them whilst doing lewd gestures.\n\nAt first I thought it was a joke, good natured ribbing on the new member, but as the days went on it stopped being funny.\n\n\"Annabelle good job today!\" Rick the thief smirked.\n\nI nodded in reply when my eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar colour in his pocket. It looked to be the part of a handkerchief, but its colour was bright pink and the fabric looked like satin.\n\nIt reminded me of some of my undergarments, but there was no way Rick would touch those right?\n\n\"You may be new, but I think you are really taking to this role,\" George the barbarian said with a smile.\n\n\"Yes, I just hope I get more used to it!\" I answered.\n\n\"Oh I can get you used to some things!\" George replied with his tongue out.\n\nUrgh, these guys were the worst. I tried to smile and pretend everything was okay, but I just wanted to go back home and live in my old village. It was an unfortunate truth however that I needed the money so I would continue this journey for as long as needed. \n\nThe day moved onwards to night and the three men all wandered into a small tent. They invited me too, but knowing them, I would probably wake up naked with one against my chest, another against my ass and the last one's mouth against my lady garden so it seemed like a bad idea.\n\nSo I had a tent all to myself.\n\nI went into my tent, but I couldn't relax. I had been walking and sweating and stinking all day today. I felt sticky and gross and I needed a bath desperately and so I got up and left the tent and as I did I walked by the tent of my companions who were all chatting about me.\n\n\"Did you see the way Annabelle smiled at me today?\" George asked. \"I think she has a crush on me!\"\n\n\"Firecrotch?\" Rick replied. \"I think it is me she has a crush on! She gave me her panties after all, freshly worn too!\"\n\nSo that pink handkerchief were my undergarments! And firecrotch! Just because I was a redhead doesn't make such names appropriate. \n\nI scoffed and started walking towards the pond that was nearby. It would be a long walk, but one I had been having a lot of practice for recently. \n\nSoon I came to the pond. It fed into the river nearby and looked beautifully serene. Clear water surrounded by grasslands with the reflection of the full-moon inside it. \n\n\"I just hope nobody comes by!\" I said with a smile.\n\nI walked up to the pond and caught my reflection. Greasy red hair, tired green eyes and a dirty pale face that looked so different from the bookish girl back home. My outfit still at least reflected my job, long black boots and a form-fitting dress made me look quite pretty.\n\n\"My feet have been stewing in these boots all day!\" I said as I took my boots off.\n\nMy feet felt sticky and warm so when I placed them in the water I let out a high-pitched 'wow,' as it was so delightfully cool. I let them soak for a minute or two when I felt a bit more daring and started to remove more and more. My dress, my hat, my underwear and even my glasses all hit the floor until I was body-deep in the water giggling to myself. \n\nI was soaking for a minute when I heard something nearby in the grass ahead. I placed my arms over chest, an easy feat given my slight figure. The noise got louder and I rose up out of the water so only my bottom half was covered.\n\nAnother loud noise.\n\nI held my breath when the bushes parted, hoping that maybe it was just one of the guys peeping on me, but instead out of the bush walked a horse of amazing beauty. It was pure-white, with a regal mane of hair and a long, pointed horn atop its face. \n\nIt was so pretty, but why did I feel the same feeling I felt from the other members of my party? I could feel its gaze on me. \n\nThen it licked its lips.\n\nSo this is part 1 of 2. I would have written it all, but reddit's character count kept messing up my stories! I hope you enjoyed it so far. I will finish it tomorrow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After he saved my life, I wanted to repay any way I could. I just didn't expect him to ask me to give up my manhood to become his mistress. I won't lie, grinding his dick under my latex heels is getting my new pussy gushing like no tomorrow.
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"content": "One day, long ago I was making my way to the shops like any other day. It was a boring day, one where a normal guy like me would just buy some groceries before making my way home and cooking myself a lonely dinner. \n\nThat was how it was supposed to be.\n\nBut today was different. As I walked to the shops I came to a pedestrian crossing. A quiet crossing or so I thought, but when I tried to cross, out of the roundabout came a speeding car. \n\nI froze up. \n\nThe car was about to flatten me when suddenly, it stopped. Not like a car hitting the brakes stopped, but more like the car was stopped by an outside force. \n\nThen it started to float.\n\nI was in awe. My head moving on a swivel to see my saviour when I caught glimpse of a ridiculous looking chubby guy standing in the distance holding a stick. He had a bowl cut covered by a pointy cap, and robes across his body. He was dressed like a certain mouse in a certain fantastical film.\n\nI ran off the road and made my way towards him as the car fell down and drove past me, probably unaware of what just happened. The guy had fallen on his butt and was sweating profusely.\n\n\"Than you so much!\" I said helping him up. \"You saved my life.\"\n\n\"I just happened to be here!\" The man said whilst wiping the sweat from his brow.\n\nI was shocked that this guy was acting so nonchalant about everything! After all he just somehow lifted a car with a stick. It was almost like he was some kind of wizard.\n\n\"I am a wizard,\" the man said listening to my thoughts. \"I can cast a few spells including levitation and telepathy, but that doesn't help me out at all!\"\n\nI crossed my arms, \"but you just saved my life!\" I said.\n\n\"Yes, but one can only become a wizard by remaining a virgin past thirty! I want a girlfriend too and to have sex!\" The man replied.\n\n\"I see,\" I answered. \"I could help you get a girlfriend!\" I replied.\n\n\"You would?\" the man replied. \"But there is no way a girl would ever like me!\"\n\n\"Yeah, but you are a hero! You saved my life and I will repay you any way I can. I am sure you are a great guy too!\"\n\nI would do anything to get him a girlfriend. He saved my life after all!\n\n\"Anything?\" The man asked whilst still listening to my thoughts. \n\nI nodded.\n\n\"I will need you to do me a favour,\" the man said.\n\n\"Okay, anything!\" I replied.\n\n\"Well can I ask one thing?\" the man asked. \"Do you like me?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" I replied.\n\n\"Well no girl has ever liked me, but you do. So how becoming my girlfriend?\"\n\nI tilted my head, \"what do you mean?\"\n\nThen the man held up his wand and pointed it at me. \"Changus Gendus!\" \n\nThen there was a flash of light!\n\nHi there I hope you liked part 1. I do plan on writing a part 2 more in line with the prompt. I just find the stories end up being too short otherwise. \n\nAny feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy the second part to come too!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her best guy friend and his wife couldn't conceive, she joked that she'd carry a kid for him, if his wife let him knock her up the old fashioned way. She didn't expect the both of them to so eagerly accept...
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"content": "I arrive to my friend John's house to greet him mid-coitus with his wife. \"Oh gods I'm so sorry,\" he says as he covers his penis with his hands. \"I thought we've have more time before you arrived.\" He tries to stuff erect cock into the really tight pants that showcase his ass and thighs so well.\n\n\"Don't worry about it should've knocked.\"\n\n\"Well to fair we did tell you that you're like family to us and you didn't have to knock.\" He says as he keep struggling to put his still erect cock -- pretty impressive honestly -- back in his pants.\n\n\"Also you can leave your cock out, we streaked in college, it's nothing I haven't seen before.\"\n\nMeanwhile his wife Ava was setting out snacks, \"wiener?\" she said as she offered me cocktail sausage, she was dressed like a strict librarian and her red hair in a bun, with one of her C? D? cup breast -I don't know but they're larger than mine- still exposed, it was an odd effect.\n\nI locked eyes with my friend, \"yes please.\" I took a wiener and ate it suggestively as I kept my eyes locked on John. Ava giggled and John's cock remained very much erect.\n\n\"I forgot how much I like you.\" said Ava.\n\n\"I like you too, and I think you'd make a great mom.\"\n\n\"Thanks, I wish my uterus felt the same.\"\n\n\"Oh no, still having difficulties?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Well I'm currently ovulating.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Ok I don't know I calculated that stuff because I was bored one day and I might have gotten some dates and figures wrong. Also I meant it as a joke.\"\n\n\"Oh.\" said Ava, I thought I heard some disappointment in her voice. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"Nah it wasn't a very good joke.\"\n\nSo we wined (moderately, about a glass each) and dined.\n\n\"The wine has really affected me, I don't think I can drive back.\"\n\n\"You can stay,\" said John, \"The couch is quite comfortable.\"\n\n\"I'm more interested in the California king, and making you two parents.\"\n\n\"Well the wine has definitely affected you,\"\n\n\"I lied, I'm completely fine.\" I say as I used their tiled floor to do a sobriety test. Midway through Ava places her index and middle finger on her left hand up to her lips in a v shape. Her nails painted red and cut really short. She licks between them and winks.\n\n\"You sure about this?\" said John.\n\n\"I only messed up because of her!\" I say as I point at Ava.\n\n\"I can't help it, you get so flustered when I tease you.\" Ava stood up and placed my hands on my hips -- the ones that she once called the third best hips she ever saw, I still haven't gotten her to talk about the best -- and then kisses me with tongue. \"It's time to move this to the bedroom.\"\n\nSo we do, In my case literally, Ava bridal carries me to their bedroom, then stripped me of my clothes as fast as she could with no teasing, it seems that she was serious now.\n\nExcept maybe she wasn't, she starts to go down on me then stop and licks John's cock. I have a growing level of frustration, perhaps that is the point. I mount John. \"A woman who knows when to take charge\" says Ava as she places her hands on my belly, \"I like it.\"\n\nI didn't respond as I was too busy focusing on riding John. Ava moves one hand down and starts stimulating my clit. I shout her name as her husband cums in me, pretty awkward but no one seems to notice. I dismount and John falls asleep.\n\n\"I always find that he looks so peaceful post-fuck.\" says Ava. \"Let's not disturb him.\"\n\n\"of course.\"\n\n\"I'm glad you agree,\" said Ava as she picks me up again, \"it's time to test out the couch. You still haven't made it up to me for interrupting us during sex and I'm still horny. I want to see you put as much effort with me as you did with him.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\"\n\nShe literally throws me at the couch, it's very soft and she didn't throw me that far, \"Good, let's get started.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elven magic student finds herself in a strange position, when a ritual to enhance her magic has an odd somatic component... Other magic users have to have sex with her, repeatedly, over the course of a month, and her libido seems to be growing along with her mana, amongst other things...
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"content": "\"So how's the back pain?\" asked Skye, my dwarven best friend, as she pointed at my breasts.\n\n\"Oh I found a spell for back pain.\"\n\nSkye sighed, \"of course you did, you could do your doctoral dissertation on that alone.\"\n\nDespite myself, I could feel blood rushing to the pointy bits of my ears, a tell-tale sign that I was flustered, I recover quickly, \"No, I'm going to stick with my original plan. Thanks for your help yesterday by the way.\"\n\n\"It was quite literally my pleasure.\"\n\n\"If you can volunteer more time, I'd appreciate it.\"\n\n\"Always the sex rituals with you.\"\n\n\"Not always, I have to eat too.\" I joked, \"But I'm afraid I late for an important date, gotta go.\"\n\n\"Another orgy.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I lied as I was actually heading to a lecture on book restoration.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nThankfully when I arrived at the bookstore the lecturer haven't arrived yet. These classes, which I take on my free time, are usually filled with dusty old book collectors so it surprised me to find a tall, handsome human with white hair, which made it a bitch to guess his age. If I met him before the ritual I would've been amazed at his magical potential, but now he was just a firefly orbiting around a lighthouse. Still he might be useful to me.\n\n\"Hello, I haven't seen you around here before,\"\n\n\"Hello Samantha, I'm Tom, I actually decided to go to this lecture to so that I could meet you.\"\n\n\"Well that sounds creepy. Yes, the ritual has increased my libido and my cup size. Yes I get powerful every time I fuck another magic user. But if that's how you're going to introduce yourself, you just wasted your best chance at getting laid.\"\n\n\"That's probably for the best it would be immoral of me.\"\n\n\"Immoral?\"\n\n\"Yes I'm seeking to hire you. I am head of an organization that researches forgotten magic. Everything from spells, to rituals, potions and devices. If you accept my offer you would report directly to me. We have an in-house team of book restorers, so you don't have boring lectures series like this\"\n\n\"I actually been enjoying it.\"\n\n\"Well we gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry for wasting your time.\"\n\n\"If you mean I'm not accepting your job offer you're right, this hasn't been a waste of my time.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"I want to offer you a job\" I say as I conjure up a small glass ball and hand it tom. For about 5 minutes, well 4 minutes and 59 seconds exactly. He kept measuring it and muttering about how smooth it is. He kept taking photos with his phone. At about five minutes he remembered my presence.\n\n\"Oh sorry, can I keep this?\"\n\n\"Consider it a gift.\"\n\n\"Thanks, you know I can't start this job right away? I have to find and train a replacement head.\"\n\n\"That's ok, I want to graduate first.\"\n\n\"That's reasonable, so here's my business card, send an offer to my office and I'll have a counteroffer to you by the end of next week.\"\n\n\"Not so fast, you need to prove that you are worthy.\"\n\nTom considered this, \"How would I go about that.\"\n\n\"Take notes of this lecture for me.\"\n\n\"Can I do your taxes instead.\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\"It's not as detailed as I hoped,\" said Tom as he handed me a notebook.\n\n\"Dude, you included diagrams, this is brilliant.\"\n\n\"Well I was getting bored so I drew them to try and keep my interest up.\"\n\n \"This make me sad I don't think this will work out. If you work for me we're going to have sex.\"\n\n\"I could make an exception for you but if we hire anyone else I won't fuck them.\"\n\n\"And you're going to have to undergo the sex ritual that makes me so powerful. We're going to be working with some young ambitious magic users you're going to find it unbearable.\"\n\n\"Hmm, alright, screwing co-workers is fine but I won't touch anyone who works under me.\"\n\n\"Well they're going to be doing a lot of work under me too.\"\n\nTom just stared at me.\n\n\"Get it? Because I'll be fucking them.\"\n\n\"I got it, and as long as it's consensual I won't stop you.\"\n\n\"So wanna piece of the action now?\"\n\n\"No, we're in public.\"\n\n\"Sorry the ritual has drastically changed what I consider normal.\"\n\n\"it's fine, maybe later, in private.\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nI heard a knock on the door.\n\n\"Come.\" I said, Skye rolled her eyes at me as it was the tenth time I made that joke that day.\n\n\"Hello again,\" Tom said as he entered, \"Oh you must be Skye, I'm Tom. Sam has told me a lot about you. She says you're an expert on the rituals of the elven sun god. Is the interest academic or are you a worshipper?\"\n\n\"Worshipper, my parents are hippies.\"\n\n\"I know a few dwarfs who worship the Elven god of smithing but I haven't met any Helios worshippers.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well it's basically me and my parents.\"\n\n\"I'm glad that you two are getting along well but Skye should be making dinner and you should be fucking me.\"\n\n\"You sure about this, I could invite you to my home, more privacy.\"\n\n\"I prefer fucking in a known spot and Skye's presence makes me feel safer, nothing to do with you.\" \n\n\"No it's fine, guess we should start by undressing.\"\n\n\"Something like that, yes. But I was hoping for some clothed sex though, that's why I chose to wear this skirt\"\n\n\"that's fine.\"\n\n\"You can take off my blouse though\"\n\nTom started making out with me while unbuttoning, exposing my ample bosom. He then stopped kissing me and helped me out of the blouse, then he folded it and placed it on a nearby table, the neat folds incongruous next to the mess of the rest of the room. \n\n\"He gave a perfunctory suck of one of my nipples but quickly moved on. He used his hands to move my panties out of the way and planted a kiss on my shaven mound -- it got to be a bother to wash semen out of my pubes so I shaved it all. He started to lick my pussy in a circular notion. Honestly with all the sex I've been having I still can't describe what he was doing, just that whatever he was doing caused me to orgasm. He was slow and steady, and unlike a lot of men not in a rush. He was amazing, although I knew many lesbians who were better at it. \n\n\"Ok, I said, you can stick it in now.\"\n\n\"Ok one mo- do you mind?\" He ask Skye as she watched us and masturbated.\"\n\n\"No, go ahead.\" Skye said\n\n\"Aren't you making dinner.\"\n\n\"Yes, it's in the oven, I promise to wash my hands before serving it.\"\n\n\"Well when in Rome,\" tom shrugged then started thrusting into me.\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\nTom stopped, \"it's a city, but I wouldn't worry about it, I found it overrated.\" Tom stopped and thought before saying. \"I can tell you more during dinner.\" and then continued on.\n\n1/2"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The moon goddess suffers a humiliating curse. Her breasts cycle between remarkably large and completely flat. This is what causes the phases of the moon: when her breasts are at their largest, it's a full moon, at their smallest, a new moon. How and why did she acquire this curse?
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"content": "This one I have been thinking about a lot because it is both compelling and hard to write for. I think I have an idea and i hope you enjoy it.\n\nIt is written more in the vein of a children's book being passed down. Everybody is human but with animal tendencies.\n\nLong ago, when the earth was still young, long before humans had walked upon it, there stood two kingdoms existing high up in the sky. One was only visible during the day and one was only visible during the night. \n\nThe day kingdom was run by a mighty lion with a mane of thick golden hair that danced like rays of sunlight. He was tall, standing much higher on his two legs than any other creature in the kingdom and was known to others as the ultimate hunter. \n\nThis was King Sun, the mighty lion.\n\nSurrounded by all of the upstanding creatures of the daytime, his knights were the brave dogs, his friends were the beautiful birds and the mighty bears and he was respected and loved by his people.\n\nOn the other side of the world, only showing up when the day kingdom went to rest was another, more mischievous kingdom. \n\nRun by King Dark and his wife, the voluptuous Queen Dream, the night kingdom had citizens less upstanding and brave than the day kingdom. Pranksters and conmen, harlots and drunkards all lived and partied in this kingdom.\n\nSurrounded by the cunning owls, the swift cats and the opportunistic vultures, King Dark ran his kingdom in a less respectable manner than King Sun. Whilst King Sun rewarded bravery and courageous feats, King Dark rewarded lazy and fun feats, pranks and mischief.\n\nThe two kingdoms would never really meet either as one only showed up during the day and one only showed up during the night. \n\nSitting atop the tallest room in the tallest tower of King Dark's castle was Princess Moon. A beautiful girl with long black hair curved at the top into two long ears, skin as pale and perfect as moonlight and breasts as big and round as the moon itself. \n\nShe was the daughter of King Dark and Queen Dream and was beloved by all of her people. \n\nBut one day Princess Moon got bored of her usual life in the usual kingdom. She had enough of talking to the vultures or being eyed up by the wolves. She decided she wanted a new stomping ground.\n\nSo Princess Moon dug a hole. \n\nShe dug and dug. A hole leading straight down throughout all of the kingdom. Every night she dug and every night she grew tired and went to bed early covered in sweat and dirt.\n\nThis occurred over the six months for Spring and Summer and was why the nights were so short.\n\nPrincess Moon soon dug all to the other side of the world. She popped her head out, covered in dirt and in the distance she found a large kingdom built of gold and bright amber. Princess Moon then saw the guards standing atop the castle walls.\n\nThen she had an idea. \n\nPrincess moon kicked off her shoes and pulled off her long white dress. She was as beautiful and pale as moonlight itself with her only covering being the bush of black hair between her legs and her cotton tail.\n\nThen she ran out.\n\nBtw that is the end of part 1. Hopefully you enjoyed it so far. Reddit doesn't like a huge story so I usually write one and see how you feel.\n\nFeedback is greatly welcomed!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "It's just a blowjob, and lunch!" - a matchmaking service where potential couples meet, the gal blows the guy (very first thing), and then they have a nice, casual getting-to-know-you lunch. For women who like giving blowjobs and men who like receiving them, and who doesn't like a nice lunch?!!
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"content": "Tony looked down at her ruby red lips, bobbing on his cock, and he felt his balls reaching a boiling point. He gave her a polite tap on the head, common courtesy to let her know he was about to cum. They were forbidden from discussing it beforehand - the rules very explicitly stated that there was absolutely, positively, no talking before the blowjob - so he figured he'd go with common courtesy. His date - he only knew her as #44 - responded with suction, so he felt pretty comfortable unloading into her mouth.\r \n\r \nThere was a little bowl provided to spit, but Jen seemed delighted to be able to show Tony the fruits of her labor before swallowing.\r \n\r \n\"Hi, my name's Tony,\" he said. Up until this point, he had simply been \"#63.\"\r \n\r \n\"I'm Jen, it's nice to meet you,\" she said.\r \n\r \nThey moved over to the restaurant section and checked in. The maitre d' offered both of them warm towels to clean their hands, and Jen helped herself to a mint from the conveniently placed bowl. Tony walked over to her side of the table and held her seat for her, which Jen noticed. A lot of the other men she had met through the service were pretty open about being there just for the blowjob. It was all the same to the company, so long as they paid the fees, but it probably scared away a few women who enjoyed giving blowjobs but didn't want to be treated like cum dumpsters.\r \n\r \nWith the awkward sexual tension out of the way, Tony and Jen settled in to some introductory conversation. Tony was a home inspector, working for a large real estate company. Jen was a wedding photographer, and was fairly new to the city. They both loved swimming, and at the end of the main course, Tony invited Jen to use one of the guest passes at his fancy gym so they could swim together for their next date.\r \n\r \n\"Our \\*next\\* date?\" asked Jen, with a coy smile. \"That's a little presumptuous, isn't it?\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, I'm sorry, I just ... well, we're having a good time, right?\" Tony stammered.\r \n\r \n\"I'm just playing with you,\" laughed Jen. \"Of course, a few laps and some lunch would be lovely.\" She smiled at Tony. \"Plus, I'd be a huge slut if I blew a guy twice on the first date and didn't give him a second!\"\r \n\r \nTony did a double take.\r \n\r \n\"What? You didn't think that wasn't on the table?\" asked Jen.\r \n\r \nTony called the waiter over to let them know that they would be taking a break before the dessert. The maitre d', always glad to see a date going well, helpfully let them know that the first and third privacy booths were occupied with other dates going well, and pointed them towards the end of the row. No sooner had Tony closed the curtain, than Jen grabbed his shirt and threw him down the couch and hopped on top of him, grinding down on his dick while passionately kissing him on the lips for the first time.\r \n\r \nOver the next few minutes, Tony's cock made its way out of his pants, and Jen's panties were haphazardly pushed to the side. Jen started to unbutton her blouse, but gave up halfway through. Tony reached for a condom from the large platter on the coffee table, but Jen stopped him and told him in no uncertain terms that his cum was welcome anywhere he wanted to leave it. Thirty five minutes and two orgasms later, Jen waddled out of the booth, the taste of cum lingering in her mouth for the second time. Tony followed soon after, his nice shirt now wrinkled, but he couldn't be happier about it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Guys it's strange to me to but her religious freedom is protected under the constitution and we are a tolerant school. According to her faith she is *required* to cover as *little* of her body as possible when in public"
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"content": "*First day of senior year,* I thought as I walked up to the door to my homeroom, *just a few more months and I'll be done with this hellhole.* \nI turned the doorknob and stepped in through the door. A couple of girls were giggling in the corner while four of the taller guys were huddled up by the wall. Everyone else was at their desks. Some were drawing on scrap paper, others were doing something on their laptops. I took my regular seat in the front of the room and took a book out of my backpack. \n*Yep, just a typical, boring day.* \nThe door opened up again, and all eyes were drawn to it as a girl I had never seen before stepped in. \nWearing only a thong. \n\"Ah, you must be the... new student,\" Ms. Martin said, \"come in and I can introduce you.\" \nThe girl nodded and closed the door behind her before meeting Ms. Martin at the front of the room. \n\"Students, this is Sonja Tasse,\" Ms. Martin said, \"she will be joining us in our homeroom this year.\" \n\"Hello!\" Sonja said cheerfully, waving her hand to all of us. I hesitantly waved back, followed by everyone else. \n\"Now, you may have noticed her... unusual clothing,\" Ms. Martin continued, \"Sonja, would you care to explain why you dress the way you do?\" \n\"Of course, Ms. Martin!\" Sonja smiled, \"My family are devoted practitioners of the Polovni religion. We worship the human body and the power of sexuality, and thus proudly lay bare the beauty of our natural forms.\" \n\"Is that even allowed here, teach?\" asked a boy in a football jersey, \"Don't we have dress codes and shit?\" \n\"First of all, Jason, watch your mouth,\" Ms. Martin said, \"and second of all, if you remember last month's unit on the Bill of Rights, you would know that public schools, being government institutions, must not infringe upon the rights of students to exercise freedom of religion. Our school dress code normally forbids students from covering their heads, but exemptions are made for students whose religion requires them to. Similarly, the school is required to exempt Sonja from any dress code rules that would go against her religious values.\" \n\"I understand.\" Jason said. \n\"Good. Now, I want you all to work very hard to make Sonja feel welcome in this school. Any student I catch being disrespectful towards her will be punished appropriately. Sonja, please find a seat.\" \n\"Thank you, Ms. Martin.\"\n\nAs fate would have it, Sonja not only chose to sit in the desk next to me, but stayed in that seat during my, or I guess our, first-period social studies class. \n\"Good morning, class,\" Ms. Martin said, \"today we will be starting a new unit on the history of the Telophic religions; Polovni, Spoleni, and Statevni. Now, how many of you have heard of these belief systems before?\" \nSonja was the only student to raise her hand. \n\"Fair enough, these are not popular religions in the United States, so it makes sense that you wouldn't have known about them before now. Well, these three religions are all centered around the celebration of human sexuality. According to their traditions, all humans carry within them some of the very same energy that was responsible for the creation of the world and the birth of all life living in it, which is what gives them their sexuality. As in most religions, the power that created the world is highly revered, and thus human sexuality is also revered. Polovni was the first of the Telophic faiths, and is where much of the core tenants of Spoleni and Statevni originate. While different people practice the religion in different ways, the most common practices include the rejection of clothing that is deemed unnecessary. It's believed that concealing the body upsets the inner sexual energy, causing it to drain away over time.\" \nSonja looked up at the clock, then raised her hand. \n\"Excuse me, Ms. Martin? It's the twelfth *kita*, and...\" \n\"Oh, of course. There's a mat set up for you in the corner over there.\" \nMs. Martin pointed to her right, our left, where an ornate mat was laid out. Sonja stood up and walked over to the corner, where she kneeled down onto the mat. \n\"That is actually a great lead-in to the next subject of discussion.\" Ms. Martin said, \"Another major tradition in Polovni is the *kita onan*. In Polovni mythology, it is said that there are thirty waves of creation every single day, called *kita*. To honor this, Polovni practitioners have a ritual called the *kita onan*, which dictates that every time a *kita* occurs, a person must have an orgasm. This is believed to enhance their sexual energy and bring them good fortune in the future.\" \nMs. Martin continued on with her lecture like she didn't just drop a massive bombshell, but I struggled to pay attention. Sonja's mat was positioned so she'd be out of the way of the board, but she was still within my peripheral vision, drawing my focus away from Ms. Martin's lesson. I watched out the corner of my eye as she rubbed small circles around her dark brown nipples. Her breathing deepened, causing her modest bosom to heave slightly as she snaked her right hand down from her nipple, over her stomach, and down into the front of her panties. Her mouth opened wide, freeing her tongue to loll out as she touched herself in ways I could only imagine behind that small piece of black fabric. I gave up trying to listen to Ms. Martin as Sonja's slightly dark skin grew flushed with arousal. I felt my pants growing tighter around my crotch and squeezed my thighs together as she started bouncing on her heels. She seemed to be getting close as she switched from rubbing her nipple to lightly kneading her breast, her breath hitching even harder than before. Time seemed to rush right by me as she finally approached her peak, biting her lip to stifle the moans in what was surely only a token effort to not disrupt the class. She threw her head back as all her muscles tensed, freezing her in place like a statue as liquid dribbled down her thighs and onto the mat. Deep breaths resumed as Sonja found the strength to remove her hand from her panties, wiping it off with some paper towels from a conveniently placed roll near the mat. Now that my distraction was gone, I returned my focus to Ms. Martin, hoping I hadn't missed too much.\n\n---\nThat might have to do it for now, but I do definitely want to do a part 2 at some point. Let me know what you think!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "This bed is kinda small."
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"content": "\"What do you mean? It's an Alaskan King! This was the only place that had one and you said that a California King was too small.\" I gestured to the immense size of the mattress, being nine feet in both directions, with a dumbfounded look on my face. \"How is this too small?\"\n\n\"Oh sweetie. It would be plenty big enough for the two of us. But I *told* you that I wanted all of your dreams come true on out honeymoon. So it's not just us.\" As she spoke, she slowly walked towards me and slid a blindfold over my eyes. I was frozen in place. What the hell did she mean? I listened to her footsteps as she walked around a little before I felt her hands on my shoulders. \"Just lay back on the bed. Get comfortable and relax.\"\n\nI managed to make my way to what I guessed was the middle of the bed with my head near the headboard and just laid there. I heard my new wife walking around some more then I heard a knock at the hotel room door. She walked over to the door and opened it. Then I heard the door close with no words being spoken. Then it happened again, a knock, door open, door close. Then again. Four times in total with a couple of the pauses between open and close being a little longer. Then the giggling started. My wife giggled sometimes but not like this. Not to mention that I could hear multiple people giggling.\n\nI lifted my hand to move the blindfold but something grabbed my wrist and stopped it. It moved my hand back to my lap and released my wrist. Then I felt a warm breath on my neck and heard a soft, erotic whisper right by my other ear. \"It's not time yet. Hold on just a little longer.\" That was DEFINITELY not my wife. There's no way she...could she...no. Not possible.\n\nI laid there motionless for a few more minutes, just waiting. Finally, after probably another twenty minutes, I felt the bed sink down to my left about where my waist was on the bed. Then to my right. Then lower down the bed on both sides of my feet. Then on either side of my head. Finally I felt the mattress sink directly below my feet and a pair of hands rest on my ankles. They slowly pushed my legs apart and I felt the hands slowly start to slide up my legs. As they climbed higher and higher, I could feel someone crawling between my legs. As the hands reached my thighs, they slid to the outside of my legs before continuing up past my hips, my waist, my stomach, and finally came to rest on my shoulders.\n\nThen I felt something...rather two somethings come to rest on my chest. The mattress sank as the person on either side of my head leaned closer and I felt a finger slip under each side of the blindfold. For the first time in what felt like ages, I heard my wife's voice. \"Ready sweetheart? One...Two...Three...\"\n\nAs she reached three, I felt the blindfold sliding upwards. I closed my eyes as the light was too bright after being blindfolded for that long. I opened them again and I was face to face with my beautiful wife laying on top of me. I could just barely make out the deep blue lingerie she was wearing and noticed the lipstick she had on to match. I peeked over her shoulder and saw the stockings she had that matched. She knew seeing her all dressed up like this was something I always got insanely hard for. I was finally broken out of my trance when the flash of color on either side of her legs caught my eye.\n\nIn the same lingerie but one in yellow and the other in green, I saw two insanely sexy women kneeling on the bed. I looked to my left and saw two more women, one in red and one in orange. To my right were two more in blue and purple. All the same lingerie but in different colors. All of them smiling at me in some form of sexy pose. My jaw dropped and I looked back to my wife in the center. She stretched forward and gave me a deep, sensual, erotic kiss before pulling back and smiling at me. \"Do you like your rainbow?\"\n\nI looked all around me again then back to my wife. \"The only thing missing is a set of white lingerie but this is plenty for me.\"\n\n\"Oh so I shouldn't bring in our last guest?\" She smirked and started to raise herself up and crawl towards the end of the bed, letting her perfect tits sway below her.\n\n\"Oh please do. The more the merrier.\"\n\nShe stood up from the end of the bed and headed to the bedroom door and made a show of opening it slowly. As it swung, I saw a woman's hand against the door frame and a white lace robe hanging loosely off of her arm. The door swung further and I saw the brilliant, pure white lingerie over a spectacular body. It finally swung open all the way and I saw her face.\n\nMy wife's sister.\n\n\"Everyone else is just here for tonight but the two of us are the beginning of making this your every day.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He is a sweet, caring, sensitive man and a good husband. She loves him a lot. But every once in awhile she just needs to be railed by a caveman who has no respect for her. her husband understands. he supports her. and if he doesn't well he's not going to say anything is he?
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"content": "Me Thag. Thag hungry. Thag hungry, but hungry for sex.\r \n\r \nThag live in stone cave me find myself. Farmer Man live in wooden cave because he not find any stone cave. Thag kills food, eats raw, like real man. Farmer Man grows food, burns it on a fire before eating. Farmer Man has Pretty Wife. Thag hear Farmer Man fuck Pretty Wife a lot, but Pretty Wife no babies yet. Thag hear them even from far away.\r \n\r \nThag hide bush while jerk cock looking at Pretty Wife. Pretty Wife look outisde window and see Thag jerk cock. Pretty Wife smiles. Thag cock big and thick. Thag cock bigger than Farmer Man cock. Thag look her in eye as Thag cum. Thag cum more than Farmer Man cum. Farmer Man come back to wooden cave, so Thag sneak away.\r \n\r \nNext day Thag hide bush again. Pretty Wife look outside and tell Thag that Farmer Man go to \"mer chant ba zar\". Pretty Wife know big words! But Pretty Wife show pussy to Thag and point to Thag cock. Thag cock ready to go. Pretty Wife wants to put lips on Thag lips but Thag think only about Thag cock. Thag put Pretty Wife face down on table and put Thag cock in her.\r \n\r \nPretty Wife make noise louder than make noise with Farmer Man. Thag cock happy and Thag cock make cum inside Pretty Wife. Pretty Wife want more. Pretty Wife give kiss to Thag, but on Thag cock. Thag cock hard again.\r \n\r \nPretty Wife show Thag new way to put Thag cock in. Pretty Wife lies on table and Thag stand beside table. Pretty Wife look at Thag and Thag look at Pretty Wife. Pretty Wife scream so Thag want to run, but Pretty Wife holds Thag cock inside and squeeze Thag cock over and over again.\r \n\r \nFarmer Man come home. Thag wants to grab rock to smash Farmer Man face, but Farmer Man smiles. Farmer Man holds Pretty Wife's hand. Pretty Wife smiles at Farmer Man. Pretty Wife keep pushing on Thag cock! Thag cock cum again.\r \n\r \nFarmer Man give Thag food, but Thag not want. Thag go kill deer.\r \n\r \nPretty Wife has baby the next year. Looks like Thag."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Oh myyy, that's the biggest toe that I've ever seen!
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"content": "I imagine this is a foot fetish one? Okay, well this is part 1 of 2, please let me know how you find it. The good stuff will be in part 2, I swear!\n\nI opened my eyes to the sound of yelling. It had been a long day of working in the honeycomb mines to acquire enough honey for the week and so I had been trying to catch some quick shut-eye.\n\n\"What is it?\" I called out angrily as I lifted my cap from my eyes.\n\n\"Red we need you right now!\"\n\nThe one crying out was an old friend and colleague of mine by the name of Brown. He was a short, fat fella with an impressive beard who always seemed to disappear when work needed doing.\n\n\"And where were you?\" I asked as I sat up. \"I just had to finish up our shift by myself!\" \n\n\"Well I was walking through the shrubs, when I saw something!\"\n\n\"You know what I saw today? Three giant angry wasps trying to kill me with their stingers!\" I replied shortly.\n\nBrown started to well up and apologise, but he also kept tripping over his words in a panic. It was unusual to see him rattled by much let alone to the point of tears. I sighed and decided to move on from the grouchy routine.\n\n\"What did you see, Brown?\" I asked.\n\n\"I saw one of them Giantfolk!\" Brown replied.\n\nMy eyes opened wide and I felt my mouth drop. It had been a long time since we last saw a giant. It used to be that they would come daily, but after destroying our homes with their big feet and tools we got good at scaring them away.\n\n\"What kind of giant we talking?\" I asked.\n\n\"Well this one was different than the usual kind, Red! This one was slender and fair, almost as pretty as Petunia, even! I think this one is a female of their kind.\"\n\n\"A female giant as pretty as Petunia!? That IS different,\" I answered.\n\nPetunia was the local barmaid in our village and was known amongst the guys as the greatest challenge as nobody had managed to get a date with her, but that didn't stop the guys from trying anyhow. \n\n\"So what do we do, Red?\" Brown asked.\n\n\"Not sure, maybe we should try to scout out the situation? A female giant is quite rare too, so we should be cautious.\"\n\nThe usual giants were males and were almost always hairy with boots the size of a hundred of me. A female one was so rare it had never been seen before in our village let alone our lives. \n\nThough that didn't mean we had to change how we dealt with them.\n\n\"We go there, scout out this female giant and if needed enact plan A, okay Brown?\"\n\n\"Yes sir, Red sir!\" Brown replied.\n\nWe would show this giant the skills of the gnomes and make her rue the day she showed up in our village!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What are two older men doing with two young girls (22) in the hotel room?
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"content": "Two older men\n\n\"So what did you do in that room?\" I asked my girlfriend, Tammy. After rolling her eyes, she pushed me onto my back and unzipped my pants. She was stroking my cock before she started. \n\n\"Edward and Bill were total gentlemen until we asked them to stop.\" Tammy recounted as I hardened in her hand. \"At first we just made out. We had to while the Viagra kicked in, but once it did we were both anxious to try some older dick. I had already moved past the blow job and was starting to ride Bill when Cindy started to get nervous and excused herself to the bathroom. By the time she got out there I was being spit roasted by two men my father's age.\"\n\nI tried my hardest not cum while she described it. \"I asked Bill to stop being so gentle. He nailed me hard while I kept Edward ready in my mouth. Bill came first. When he was yelling about cumming Cindy ran over and caught the load in her mouth. Then Edward had his chance in my pussy. He didn't give any warning. He just came in my pussy.\"\n\nI couldn't help it. The thought of my girlfriend getting double teamed made me explode in her hand. She laughed as she licked the cum off her slender fingers. \"Cindy was too scared to do anything more than suck dick and eat cum from my pussy. So, I kept the boys happy with another go that night and a third right before we left in the morning. Honestly Cudy would have been happy to leave it at blowjobs but I was such a slut I just needed it. Once you get hard again I'll need you to fuck me. All this talk got me horny.\"\n\nTammy began to strip and makeout with me. I knew it was going to be a long night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your beginning to think your big tiddy goth coworker is into you. I mean, she’s flashed her massive tits, grabbed your butt, crawled next to you naked and said “make this kitty pregnant”, sat on your face, and kissed your crotch…but on the other hand what if she’s just being friendly?
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"content": "“I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.” Natasha whispered into my ear. “I want you so bad right now, it’s like I’m going to explode.” \n \n \nI felt her large breasts squish against my back as she wrapped her arms around me. Her haggard breaths tickled the back of my neck. I blushed a crimson red, in stark contrast with her pearly white skin. \n \n \n“Awww,” I said, trying to look forward to my game of Zario Kart. “Thanks man, you’re really sweet.” \n \n \nI flinched as her black nails dug into my chest. My body lurched forward as she wrapped herself around me. The familiar cold tingle rand along my neck as her tongue piercing traced up and down. Her soft moans sent my blood pressure through the roof. \n \n \n“I’m serious, you know that?” She whispered between licks. “I want you to fuck me raw, right now. Put down the game and fucking ravage me, you dense mother fucker.” \n \n \nI gulped, taking a deep, slow breath. Nat was being super friendly right now, and I needed to calm down. This was just how girls were, after all. Sometimes they just liked expressed friendship in weird ways. Right? \n \n \n“You can’t fool me, Nat.” I laughed, “I know a jokester when I see one.” \n \n \nA blue clamshell exploded on my kart right as I felt her hips wrap around me. I got really concerned as I heard the sound of ripping fabric. She was shredding my Papa Jim’s uniform off me. In a single motion, she turned me over, pushing my back onto the bed. \n \n \n“I swear to the earthmother,” Natasha growled. \n \n \nI looked up and saw my beautiful coworker, flushed in the face, breathing heavily. Her pale face had more color than I’d ever seen, and her black lipstick had smudged over. Her eyes were wild as her naked body heaved with her breaths. \n \n \n“You good, Nat?” I asked, trying not to stare at her impressive chest, which was difficult with the light bouncing off her nipple piercings. “Something… on your mind?” \n \n \nNow, I know what you’re thinking. Just a couple bros hanging out. Having a good time after work. Chillin’. Nothing sketchy or super crazy, right? This next part will shock you. \n \n \n“You jerk,” Natasha sniffed, tears welling up around her eyes. “Why don’t you like me?” \n \n \n“Do what now?” I asked, trying to stealthily conceal the massive erection in my pants. \n \n \n“What is it that makes you not like me?” She demanded, rolling off and sitting cross-legged. “I try to be the world’s most obvious flirt, get naked and start humping you, what is the deal!?” \n \n \nI sat up, looking at her, shocked. Positively stunned. Flabergasted, even. \n \n \n“I-I thought you were being friendly.” I stammered. “I didn’t think it was possible for someone like you to like me.” \n \n \nNatasha and I’d been working together for two years at Papa Jim’s, but to think she had a crush on me was… mind-boggling. She was nice to me, sure, but to actually like me? To have a sexual attraction to me? Preposterous. Unthinkable! \n \n \n“You are, the densest, motherfucker there is.” Natasha laughed, wiping her eye. “I just ripped the clothes off you while I was naked.” \n \n \n“You said today was laundry day!” I protested \n \n \n“I have flashed you on a dozen occasions in the past week.” \n \n \n“Well, to be fair, you just switched to the black nipple piercings. Why not show them off?” \n \n \n“I grabbed your butt on the way to work!” \n \n \n“You said there was something on it you needed to squeeze.” \n \n \nHer face grew redder and redder as I explained my perfectly reasonable logic. \n \n \n“I have unzipped. Your pants. With my teeth.” \n \n \n“Playful teasing.” \n \n \nShe licked her lips slowly and sighed. Unable to stop her, she slowly crawled over to me, sitting on my lap. Natasha’s dark emerald eyes shimmered in the setting sunlight. I felt her arms wrap around my neck as she leaned in, only inches from my lips. \n \n \n“I am madly, desperately in love with you,” She whispered.” I have the deepest romantic desire to be with you. You set my sould on fire every time I see your sweet face. Every nerve in my body jolts to life at your touch and the greatest want in my life is to become one with you. To make love with you.” \n \n \nBefore I could say anything, she pressed her lips against me. Her fingers wrapped around my head, pulling me closer. My body became weightless as she kissed me, slowly and passionately. I let out a noise, which she reciprocated. \n \n \nI held her by the hips, unable to stop myself as we kissed each other desperately. The cold metallic taste of her piercing surprised me, but I could only follow suit as our tongues intertwined. \n \n \n“Natasha,” I moaned. \n \n \nWe broke apart, catching our breath as my pants threatened to explode. She smiled, touching up her lips as her massive chest rose up and down with her breaths. \n \n \n“I’m getting the feeling….” I said, trying to calm myself down. “That you might… potentially… see me as more than—d” I looked at her and something caught my eye. “Wait. Your ears.” \n \n \nNatasha looked at me, confused. \n \n \n“What about them.” \n \n \n“You changed from the pentagram earrings to tiny black hearts….” \n \n \n“...Yeah?” \n \n \nMy heart thundered in my chest as realization crossed my mind. \n \n \n“I bought you those a year and a half ago for Christmas.” \n \n \nNat looked away, brushing her purple/black hair in embarrassment. \n \n \n“So?” \n \n \nI slowly unzipped my pants and got stark naked. \n \n \n“You said you’d wear them when you actually found someone worth loving.” \n \n \n“So what!?” She pouted, still not looking at me. \n \n \n“I’ve never seen you wear those before.” I said, gulping. “I bought those hoping you’d wear them around me.” \n \n \n“You idiot!” She shouted, turning back. “I’ve been wearing them….” She saw me, stark naked in front of her. “Since… that… day.” \n \n \nHer hair. Her fucking hair had blocked the one signal that would’ve gotten the message through to me. Our eyes locked, and the only thing you could hear was the sound of our hearts thundering in unison. We didn’t say anything, staring at one another, devouring the other’s body with our eyes. \n \n \nTwo years. Two. Fucking. Years. \n \n \n“You—” \n \n \nBefore she could say anything, I pounced on her, shoving her to the bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A witch pranks a friend with a 'Polka-Dot' potion in their tea. She soon realizes there was a mixup with the potion.
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"content": "Polka-Dot, a pretty common potion. Atleast usualy it is, but this one was special. made by a wizzard who's school is known for it's mixups. The potion supposed to make you feel dots all over your body and turn your skin red like polka-dots. What it actually did was quite different... \nBenjamin was invited to dinner by his friend Sarah and her mom. They were both wizzards and he was happy to oblige, since it meant getting a good meal. When Sarah's mom offered him tea, he didn't think twice about it. the day before he prepared a potion for his friends and he was confident that it wouldn't backfire this time. \nhis eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped as he saw Sarah's mom. My god, her ass. He felt his cock grow hard as he stared at her. His mind raced with dirty thoughts and he could feel himself getting more and more aroused. Sarah's mom must have noticed, because she blushed and looking away.Ben added the potion to sarahs mothers drink. \nHe was trying to be subtle about it, but he didn't quite succeed. When Sarah's mom took a sip of her tea, she immediately spit it out. \"What the hell is this?\" She exclaimed. Benjamin tried to play it cool, but he was getting more and more aroused by the second. All he could think about was fucking her long legs and big tits. \nSarah's mom got up from the table and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Benjamin could see that she was having difficulty walking, as if the potion were already taking effect. A few minutes later, she came back out and sat down at the table again. But something was different now.. \nChapter 2: Suck it bitch \nSarah's mom looked at Benjamin with a new hunger in her eyes. She was still blushing, but now she was also biting her lip and staring at his crotch. sarah didnt noticed anything, but benjamin could see that her mother was entranced by his cock. He got up from the table, pretending to go to the bathroom, but instead he went into Sarah's room. \"i might have left the oven on\" said the mum and followed ben, who went the opposite direction of the kitchen.now they are alone, her body looks incredible, her ass looks like a bubble and her tits look massive. \nBenjamin wasted no time, he pulled down his pants and pushed Sarah's mom down on the bed. \"Suck it bitch\" he growled as he shoved his cock into her mouth. She complied eagerly, sucking and licking like a pro. Benjamin was getting more and more turned on by the second, but he wanted to make this last. He pulled out of her mouth and pushed her onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide open. \nShe was a toy for him now, a toy to be used and abused however he saw fit. he grabed her hair and pulled her head back, fucking her deep and hard. her moans were getting louder and more desperate with each thrust, she was begging for his cum. But he wasn't going to give it to her just yet.. \nHe pulled out of her and turned her over onto all fours. He could see her ass bouncing up and down as he fucked her from behind, she was loving it. And then he saw it, the telltale sign of a woman who's about to orgasm.. Her pussy juices flowing down his cock, coating it in lust. He grabbed hold of her hips and pounded into her as hard as he could. \nBen should have red the recipe better, because the potion does not stay forever in your system. Sarah mother wakes up mid fuck, pushing the wizzard off of her. \"What the fuck was that?\" she asked, but Benjamin could only offer a sheepish grin in response. \"what do you mean?\" he asked, but she already knew. \"you tricked me\" she accused him. Benjamin could only nodded in response, still grinning like an idiot. she sticks her tits back into her bra. \"can you atleast finish me off\" ben asks while grabing her hair, she looked back with an angry face. \"no\" . ben holds her head now with 2 hands, he sticks his dick in and fucks it mercilessly. she tries to scream for help but with a dick in her throat all that comes out is moans, which turn into screams of pleasure as she cums. \"you will drink my cum\" says ben as he cums into her mouth. he fills her completly up, so much that it even starts dripping out of her nose. she \ncries and coughs but still tries to drink it all down. \"good girl\" says ben as he pats her on the head. he stands up and goes back to the dining room, where Sarah is still eating her dinner. \"what took you so long?\" she asks, but Benjamin just shrugs and takes a seat. \"your mum is realy weird.\" he says. \"what do you mean?\" Sarah asks, but Benjamin just shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea. \"Never mind\" he says, \"it's nothing.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He thought that her getting pregnant would calm his step-sister's intensely overactive libido down. But the first thing she mentioned when he arrived as a house guest was that she and her girlfriend are in an open relationship...
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"content": "So my step-sister and her girlfriend arrived early, as always. But I was prepared, I had the salad out on the table already. So we made small-talk and we had the salad. My step-sister kept rubbing my thigh as we ate. It was an odd sensation, a salad with spinach in it is hardly an erotic experience but my step-sister tried her best to make it so. The v-neck she was wearing showed a lot of her cleavage.\r \n\r \n\"You know,\" she said, \"We're in an open relationship.\" Which is an odd thing to say to your step-brother as you eat a salad, spinach or no.\r \n\r \n\"Well, that's a good thing.\" I said, \"I'm glad you weren't cheating when I impregnated you.\"\r \n\r \nHer girlfriend seemed non-plussed, \"Oh I wondered who impregnated her, she seems to only date women.\"\r \n\r \n\"Well you never know,\" my step-sister said, \"some of my girlfriends could be trans.\"\r \n\r \n\"You're not going to comment on the fact that she had her step-brother impregnate her?\" I asked.\r \n\r \n\"Seriously, this doesn't break the top ten of the weirdest things that Dallas has done. Also, I don't blame her, you're cute.\"\r \n\r \n\"You're cute too, Ellie\" I said I looked back at my sister's blonde girlfriend. As I look at her hour-glass and figure and her big breasts I realize, she's also in an open relationship. We finished the salad, \"You know, the main course is going to take awhile, maybe we could have some fun.\" I wink at Ellie.\r \n\r \n\"You know,\" said Ellie, \"Dallas is a giant cuck.\"\r \n\r \n\"I didn't know but it doesn't surprise me. But I'm glad that we're on the same wavelength. I was trying to figure out how to ask my sister's girlfriend if she wanted to fuck on the couch.\"\r \n\r \nEllie got up, \"nah\" I worried I went too far, \"I want you to fuck me against this wall.\" The next moment I realize she has her panties by her ankles and I'm fingering her. As I take out my cock I think about how glad I am that she wore a skirt. I continue to play with her clit as I thrust. In the corner of my eye I see Dallas finger herself. As I nut I realize that Dallas and Ellie are wearing the same skirts.\r \n\r \n\"My turn,\" said Dallas.\r \n\r \n\"That depends,\" I said. \"if you can behave yourself as we eat the main course.\"\r \n\r \nDallas pouted, \"but what about dessert?\"\r \n\r \nI pointed at my cock, \"what do you mean, here it is.\"\r \n\r \nShe looked down dismissively at my flaccid penis, \"it's not as impressive as I remembered.\"\r \n\r \nI ignored her remark, \"You could have pussy instead.\" Said Ellie.\r \n\r \n\"What if I want both?\"\r \n\r \n\"Well then,\" I replied, \"then you'd have to really be on your best behaviour during dinner.\"\r \n\r \n\"Guess I have no other choice.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The writers for the final season of Earth have completely jumped the shark. Out of the blue it turned out everyone was having an affair with everyone else!
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"content": "When I woke up in my neighbors' bed I was stunned. There were a couple of reasons for this. First off, I'd never even been in their bedroom. Their backyard, sure, they'd hosted a few backyard barbecues and were friendly enough, I'd even been in the kitchen, the living room, and the garage, but never upstairs. Still, it was the rest of the details that were far more alarming.\n\nThe two most alarming details were that I was naked as the day I was born and balls deep in my neighbor's busty wife Myra. She was moaning like a porn star, head thrown back, back arched, her heavy natural breasts slightly sagging towards her face from the position but still looking amazing with their full size and light tracery of blue veins. The breasts of a mature busty mother of two. Her pussy was clamping down on my cock and I was hard as a rock without knowing how the fuck I got here.\n\n\"Myra!?\" I almost yelled in confusion. Look don't get me wrong Myra has a pretty face, gorgeous smile, and wears her years better than most. A little chubby but in that mother-next-door everyone has a crush on sort of way.\n\n\"Don't stop! Fuck me Ryan! Harder, deeper, faster!\" Myra moaned and I swear it sounded just like a porn movie was playing. \"I'm your cum slut, fill me up! Fuck me like Paul never does!\"\n\nI never would have imagined she and Paul were having problems. Let alone not sleeping together, I mean two kids, right? And the way he stared at her ass most of the time? This was too fucking weird.\n\n\"Oh god! Paul!\" I realized with horror, then my lagging brain thought about my own wife. \"And Elaine!\"\n\n\"Your wife can't fuck you like I can!\" Myra moaned and reached up wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into her, forcing my cock deep in her tight wet pussy. \"Besides, don't you know she's fucking your pool boy?\"\n\nOur pool boy!? Wait a minute, we didn't even have a pool. What the fuck was going on? I would never cheat on Elaine and she would never cheat on me. Where the hell had all this come from? While I was still trying to figure things out Myra pulled me into a kiss as she bucked her hips against me, fucking her drenched cunt with my cock. I kissed back almost reflexively for a brief moment before pushing her away.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" Concern flashed in her eyes and Myra looked at me like I had just shot her. \"Don't you still love me? Don't you still love this body?\"\n\nCupping her large breasts Myra lifted one for my gaze and I couldn't take it anymore. It was hot, but it was also too weird. I pushed her away and backed off pulling out of her as I did. Again I was in for a shock, I wasn't a small man but the cock that pulled out of Myra's dripping snatch was not mine. It was a good three or four inches longer, as fat around as her wrist and throbbed with thick veins, a heavy pair of balls hanging below the whole monster. I blinked.\n\nAs I tried to process Myra sat up, tits swaying with the motion, begging me to come back to her. Pleading that she still loved me and that it could be just like it had been these past five years. What the hell, I'd only known her for four!? She said she would leave Paul and that we could have the children I always wanted. She said she'd be a good pregnant wife for me and would fuck and suck my monster cock every day.\n\nThen there was a pop and a figure appeared in the corner of the room. It was strange. Not quite humanoid and hovering about seven inches off the ground. It was probably three feet in height and it was manipulating what looked like a tablet with four of its six tentacled arms. It glanced up at me with four eyes and blinked.\n\n\"Oh, sorry for the inconvenience,\" The creature almost seemed to mumble, but I didn't see a mouth or really understand at all where the sound came from. \"We'll get this sorted out soon.\"\n\n\"Inconvenience?\" I blurted still trying to make sense of this all. \"What the fuck is going on!?\"\n\nMyra started screaming then, whatever this alien creature was had to be freaking her out even more than I. I was already too shocked and weirded out by the situation that I was sort of numb to it all. I just stared dumbfounded. The creature flinched at the screaming and tapped its tablet. Myra froze.\n\n\"What is going on?\" I repeated, this time trying to sound calm as it seemed apparent this creature had great power.\n\n\"Script rewrite,\" The creature mumbled as it worked on its tablet. \"Lazy ass writers forcing a stupidly contrived story on everyone. Everyone on Earth having an affair? Come on how believable is that? If it wasn't the last season I swear...\"\n\n\"Affair? Everyone? Season?\" I was utterly baffled as the creature made a sound of disgust. This creature was making it sound like... \"Wait is Earth a reality show?\"\n\n\"Eh, sorta?\" The creature looked up. \"I mean as much as any reality show these days is \"reality\" if you know what I mean.\"\n\n\"So, why the fuck are you telling me?\" I blurted a little more forcefully than I intended.\n\n\"I'm here to update your script,\" The creature made a motion that was probably its race's equivalent of a shrug. \"We're at commercial right now so I was able to pop in, once I do the update it'll be back to business as usual and you won't remember a thing.\"\n\n\"Bullshit! I would never...\" I blinked and looked down at Myra on the bed. She was in the doggy position and wriggled her ass at me.\n\n\"Breed me you fucking stud! Knock me up like you did for our last two kids,\" Myra moaned heavy tits swaying beneath her as she shook her ass.\n\n\"You bet I will, that simp Paul will raise this one just like he did my last two,\" I said with a grin positioning my thick cock at her wet entrance.\n\nMaking Paul raise my kids all while fucking his wife made me so fucking hard and I couldn't wait to knock Myra up and see her tits and belly swell while Paul and Elaine were fucking clueless. Sliding into Myra's dripping snatch I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her as she moaned and screamed like a pornstar. God, I loved having an affair with the neighborhood MILF."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a young anthropologist decides to go on a quest to study the mating habits of creatures starting with elves ogres than orcs finally dragons
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"content": "Okay, um I might skip the elf one since that will probably be way too close to humans as is.\n\nApril 11th, year XOXO\n\nThis journal has been written to detail my journey to a small town called Brittlebird which sits at the southern end of the country. The reason I have made my way to such a small town out in the sticks? I have heard tale from my colleagues of strange creatures appearing that are not native to this habitat. I have also heard tell that these creatures are exhibiting strange behaviours only shown during the mating season.\n\nMaybe this behavioural change is to do with a sudden spike of magical energy in the area? It could also be due to climate changes confusing the libido of said creatures, most of which go through seasonal rise and fall based on the weather.\n\nWhatever the case is why I was here to find out. \n\nUpon arriving in the town, the townsfolk were incredibly unfriendly and in some cases aggressive. They were clearly worried that I might do something that would anger my target after all, a few of the villagers went out to kill the creature and were met with death. The creature then came to town following the scent and attacked the buildings, something that could be seen from the fast and poorly applied repairs to the town.\n\nIt seems that sexual frustration was the cause of the creature's rage. \n\nI soon arrived in the forest, against the wishes of the townsfolk. The journey was mostly quiet up until a point when one of the townsfolk, a young man came up behind me.\n\n\"Miss!\" The man said. \"If you are going then please be extra careful, the creature lives up in the northern end of the forest and with your beauty, you will be targeted.\"\n\nI had taken his words to heart and felt flattered by the compliment. I had never considered myself as pretty, but I had always been told my blonde hair was dazzling or my smile was mesmerising. I was also quite proud of my chest though that is off-topic.\n\nThe journey was quiet and I didn't see another animal in sight. Was that to do with the strangeness of this forest also? Further study would be required.\n\nSoon I came to a clearing with the snoring of a loud and large creature. It didn't take long before my eyes caught sight of him. Quite big, with grey skin and a round belly, the creature wore a loin cloth and not much else. \n\nThis was an ogre and my target. \n\nHis size wasn't much larger than a big orc. He was hardly the 30-foot creature from the myths. Stranding at around 9-feet in height, male ogres were known to mate with a receptive female usually in the winter. From my research they would find them via scent tracking of the pheromones released in sweat and other such fluids. If the female was found then the male would perform an example of superior strength, if the female liked it, then she would remove her undergarments and show her backside to the male. \n\nAn undignified situation for sure, but one I must test. There were no females ogres around and humans are able to mate with such creatures as their genitalia are not too much bigger than a human's despite the body size difference. \n\nI had a female ogre costume already made. It was a full-body loin cloth, one that needed to be worn alone to maximise the illusion. I had drunk an aphrodisiac to get me in the mood, and got into the part.\n\nI walked out in front of the ogre in my female ogre outfit. He awoke upon catching my scent and with glee he showed off his strength. He grabbed a large rock and skipped it across the water. It skipped around 15 times, an amazing feat given its size.\n\nI felt the aphrodisiac start to kick in. He lit up as I bent over and pulled up my loin cloth to show my bare rump. His penis was large but my body was ready from the aphrodisiac. He entered and thrusted, again and again. It was rough going at first, but soon my body got used to it and even enjoyed it!\n\nThen he unloaded his load into me. The hot, sticky goo filled my body and the ogre, satisfied, got up and left! I couldn't follow him, but it proved a theory I had long ago that when ogres mate they leave the habitat to go elsewhere. This is to avoid the young male born from forming a rivalry with their fathers as ogres are incredibly territorial.\n\nI cleaned myself up and was given a hero's welcome upon returning to town. They had no idea however, what lengths I had gone to to remove such threats.\n\nOr so I thought.\n\nAnyway end of part 1. I felt like it needed to be kept scientific since she was a person studying the creature. Hope you enjoyed it."
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"content": "*[Just a warning here, this story didn't really end up being super horny. It has nudity and \"\"bondage\"\" but no further. If that's not an issue, then enjoy!]*\n\nAs she made her way down the escape tunnel, she felt a sense of accomplishment. Sure, she wasn't technically home free but these underground pathways would always be empty unless she wasn't the biggest problem in the tower anymore. \n\nWhat a heist! Unfortunately, she had no gold -- it was too noisy for a risky job like this one -- but she did make off with quite a few knick-knacks, hopefully all of them magical in nature as those were the most valuable, though she never had a good eye for that kind of thing. (She would never in a million years do the kind of dangerous showoffy heist that'd get the attention of someone to teach her anything magic.) \n\n\"Aha!\" \n\nSuddenly, a man teleported in front of her and blasted something. Fear froze her right there. She knew she was done for; she couldn't fight a mage, especially if he was underground for some reason. She put her hands up in forfeit. \n\nExcept she didn't. \n\n\"Got 'im,\" he said to himself. In response, she stood there in shock. She... couldn't stop standing there in shock. What? \n\n\"Clever, clever man you are, but your thieving spree is over,\" he said, \"That *hold person* blast'll make sure of it. And your whole syndicate'll crumble, too.\" \n\nOkay, well, the suit she stole was working, at least. She and all the stuff she'd piled up in her arms were shapeless to the naked eye, and he assumed... well, everything, and got it all wrong. She was definitely not Takmang -- well, hopefully he was talking about Takmang not someone else, 'cause then there was a whole 'nother thing she somehow missed, which would be rather embarrassing at best and the cause of a fatal mistake at worst -- nor was she even on a spree in any significant capacity, and she certainly wasn't clever enough to get around this guy, and most importantly, she was not a man. But hopefully he didn't have to figure any of that out. \n\n\"To prove my victory, I better unmask you...\" \n\nGood lord, this spell -- *hold person*, did he call it? -- was making her antsy. Which was not a good emotional state for someone under the effects of the, uh, *hold person*. She couldn't do anything but keep rambling in her head. This was agonizing. \n\n\"...oh, hm.\" \n\nShe tried moving around, but it was no use. She strained herself. A bit harder. Her frustration and straining finally paid off when she ever so slightly shifted her balance over to her other foot. Well, she hadn't really, \"moved\", herself, but one of the knickknacks lost balance and fell out of the pile. It landed rather noisily on the ground. \n\n\"Fuck, really? How'd you...? Okay, guess I don't have time to figure out how to unmask you properly. A strip bomb will have to do,\" he said as he started reaching into his bag of holding. \n\nWait, a WHAT BOMB!? Oh, no no no, she needed to get out of this, and fast! Thinking quickly, she continued standing there with that dumb expression of shock still planted on her face from when he first teleported in front of her. Wait, fuck. \n\n\"Okay, this should be it,\" he said, holding the tiny magic-releasing orb. \n\nShe was straining herself as hard as possible but could only managed to wiggle back and forth a bit, even more items falling out of her pile. She even let out a hum in desperation (and she hadn't realized she could still hum, but it was less than useless with the possibility of him noticing how feminine it was). \n\nHe gently placed the strip bomb right in front of her and backed up at a moderate pace. He winced when it detonated without warning, and she would've too if she'd not been under *hold person*. It was enough for her to stop her useless wiggling.\n\n\"Wh--HUH??\" \n\nAnd when she heard that reaction from him, she knew the facade was dead.\n\n\"M...Ma'am...?\" \n\nAnd then she was reminded of the far less important but far more embarrassing reason she was scared. Her modesty. Her still-shocked face blushed a very bright red. Instinctively, she didn't move her hands to cover her privates at all. Wait, god damn you *hold person*! She resorted to squeal-humming in embarrassment. \n\n\"A-Alright I, uh, thought you were someone else... fuck, and I wasted a *hold person*, too,\" he took a little basket out of some enchanted bag, \"Well, fuckin', in any case, I still gotta take these back up.\" He carefully picked up the whole pile of stolen knickknacks and put it in the basket, then crouched for the stuff that fell. \n\nWhen he got back up, she could tell by how his expression changed that he was checking her out as he picked the last few things up. She braced herself by standing there shocked, arms in a circle out in front of her, holding a pile of stolen air... oh, damnit, she was getting too used to *hold person*. \n\n\"Er... I don't think I should turn you in with *hold person*... especially not while you're, um, indecent... man, how could someone like you be doing something so low-life?\" \n\nHer blush returned. She hummed in frustration, wishing to tell him off. He doesn't know the first thing about her. \n\n\"Heh. What's your name?\" \n\nShe tried to call him an idiot, but only hummed. \n\n\"Right, sorry, I forgot. Well, my name's Vaunt, if you were wondering. Regardless, I'll be right back!\"\n\n*[1/2]*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A sorority kidnaps one of the school geeks and doses him up to the gills with Viagra and other cock enhancement drugs. He then wakes up strapped down and raging hard!
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"content": "Chris’ heart felt like it was about to fucking explode. His hands pulled against the restraints, his cock felt like it would pop and buzz around the room.\r \n“I’m hard already!” he said.\r \nHis wrists tugged the usb cable and scarf that tied his wrists to the headboard… it was all very trailer park.\r \n“We’re almost done!” chimed the voice of queen bitch as she shook a cocktail shaker filled with pills and powders and god knows what. She brought out a syringe as thick as his cock and filled it with the white thick liquid.\r \n“The fuck is that!” he said.\r \nShe smiled, flicking the needle even though there were no bubbles… oh god she had no idea what she was doing.\r \n“Little bit of everything” she borderline sang.\r \nShe wouldn’t stab him… that was crazy… this was all some kind of fear porn thing!\r \nHe strained against the scarf, it was the weakest of his bonds.\r \n\\*thud\\*\r \nHe looked down at where she had punched his chest, between the 3rd and 4th ribs. A syringe stuck out of him. She grinned, a finger toying with his near bursting cock.\r \n“You’re a crazy bit-”\r \nShe threw her hands on the needle, the plunger sinking down. Pain exploded into his chest, veins bulging in his arms as he screamed. His voice cracked and broke into a roar.\r \nWires and cables bit into his skin and snapped. He exploded form the bed, hand lifting the twiggy cheerleader and dumping her to the floor. Her screams barely reached him. All he could think about was how his cock was on the verge of exploding. Her underwear broke over his tip, forcing himself down into her sex. For a brief moment he felt the edge come off. The buzzing energy that screamed in his head easing out through his hips in a frenzied series of brutal thrusts.\r \nHe couldn’t tell what the screams and sounds she made were supposed to imply and really didn’t care. Soon he was bringing himself to the hilt inside the queen and pouring out more cum than he thought his body could ever possibly produce.\r \nShe fell from his hand with a plop.\r \nThe internal door was locked but shockingly fragile. He burst through onto a cacophony of screaming cheerleaders. His cock was already hard. He was determined to ease the pressure. He barely looked at her when he caught the closest. Pressed against the wall, clothing tearing away in his hands and all too soon he felt his release. The pressure built before he even had a chance to pull out. Walking was slow.\r \nHe skirted the walls, bursting through doors, finding one cowering cheerleader after another and satiating himself in brief moments.\r \nHis arms bulged with muscle and veins. His skin struggling to contain the additional mass and running was still too fucking slow! He fell to all 4’s, grabbing stone and brick, hurling himself forward and leaping from one tight hole to the next.\r \nThere wasn’t enough! He wasn’t fast enough!\r \nFind more!\r \nFind more!\r \nFind more!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] — Hate-Sex
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"content": "She was a lascivious and dark sorceress, and he was a paladin, a beacon of holiness. She couldn't stand his personality, his hard-headed puritanism, but she loved being able to force out his animal lust, and she loved the erotic feeling of his seed growing inside her. He hated the wanton immorality that she stood for, and he especially hated the way that she inflamed his lusts, and his need to breed. He hated the shame that would come over him if anyone ever learned of his conduct and its results. Nonetheless, every year, he would come to her, cursing his weakness at being unable to resist her ripe, fertile body, and she would laugh as he \"forced\" himself on her, taking her mercilessly until he released his seed deep within her. She would bear another daughter, and the cycle would repeat.\n\nSorry if that one's too long, but I felt inspired by the theme.\n\nAlternate prompt\n\nCowgirl and cat girl roommates like *totally* don't like each other, like *at all*, but no one is able to make milking quite so pleasureable for the cowgirl as the cat girl does, and the cat girl is hooked both on the cowgirl's milk and on the curvaceous effects it's having on her figure. Thus is the truce between the two tsundere girls maintained...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] — Fantasy races and their rites of passage
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"content": "Orc courtship - as with many aspects of their culture - tends to have a strong focus on displays of strength and physical fitness. With males and females of the race being similarly - and often somewhat aggressively - proud, headstrong, and competitive, it also tends to involve some form or other of ritual combat...\n\nWhile various other cultural norms and social conditions govern these interactions and relationships, Orcs tend to view a challenge to wrestle - or otherwise physically spar with - an eligible member of the opposite sex as tantamount to an expression of romantic interest / sexual desire. Accepting a challenge from an Orc of the opposite sex, then, is generally interpreted as reciprocation, while refusal is interpreted as rejection of these advances.\n\nAs this approach to courtship differs majorly from that of many other races, historical accounts of cross-cultural/interracial relationships involving Orcs have often been / are often misunderstood and mischaracterized as being intentionally exploitative of / forced upon the other parties. In truth, however, Orcs hold the concept of romantic/sexual consent with the utmost sanctity, as the violation (or attempted violation) thereof among other Orcs is typically met with extreme reprisals; both of the immediately ultraviolent and lingering socially-condemning sort.\n\nWhen mutually-consenting Orcs enter into a \"coupling brawl\", they - of course - do not do so with the intent of causing each other any major or lasting harm (though the infliction of superficial scratches, moderate bruising, and/or other ultimately-negligible injuries is not uncommon). Rather - as Orc societies tend to afford both males and females roughly equal social standings and sexual agency - such contests are undertaken with the intent of determining which party will fill the \"dominant\" role, and which will fill the \"submissive\" role for the duration of the particular encounter."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] WIP Story in need of a bit more inspiration. More info inside.
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"content": "If cum is a valuable resource then the biggest show of wealth is unused cum, right? Perhaps one of the more powerful women in the story has a man locked in chastity who has to watch as the men around him are constantly drained of cum while he remains denied. To add to the extravagant display of wealth/power by his mistress maybe he was one of the most productive milking slaves before she bought him, and he can remember a time when he was cumming multiple times a day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "So when you say she's a ghost that haunts your sex life?"
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"content": "A red-headed women paces around as a man lounges in an armchair, \"So,\" she says, do you need to undo your fly or-\" She stops as she sees the man's fly seemingly undo itself. The man's cock comes out flaccid and starts to harden. At some point, the figure of a dark-haired woman appears. \"Got ya!\" The redhead says but her hand passes through the ghost. \"This is bullshit, I can't grab her but she can suck a cock. Well, I guess I could show her that I'm better than her.\" She said as she started to stroke the man's cock. \"I'll show this ghost that I'm so good at this I don't even need to use my mouth.\"\n\nThe ghost stopped and laughed, \"Your pathetic attempt at a handjob is no match for my throat.\n\n\"The man looks at her apologetically, \"she's right.\" \n\n\"Fine!\" Said the redhead, \"I'll suck you off myself!\" She gets on her knees and starts licking the tip. She glances into the eyes of the man, who notices her eyes change colour from green to black, the eye colour of the ghost. She starts to deepthroat him. Well attempt to, she forces the whole cock into her mouth for a few seconds, then she stops and coughs. When she stops coughing she tries again and the cycle continues.\n\n\"Stop,\" says the man.\n\n\"Alright,\" says a voice from the redhead, her lips were moving, but the man knows that it is not the redhead speaking.\n\n\"Please stop possessing Sally.\"\n\n\"Wait, that's her name? That's dumb, who still names their kid Sally?\"\n\n\"Don't insult her parents like that.\"\n\n\"Make me.\"\n\n\"How?\"\n\n\"You have a whole 9 inches that can make me stop.\"\n\n\"No, how can I get you out of Sally?\"\n\n\"You'll have to fuck me out.\"\n\n\"Alright fine.\" He picks her up and starts to kiss her.\n\n\"What are you doing?\"\n\n\"Well I need to set the mood, I can't just start fucking.\"\n\n\"No, the longer I'm here the more organisms you need me to have to get rid of me.\"\n\n\"That sounds like bullshit but sure, if you want rough, I'll give you rough.\" He pins her against a wall and slaps her ass, \"bend over.\" She complies and uses her fingers to spread open her pussy lips. He grabs her hips and penetrates her. She rubs her clit as he thrusts. He stops, \"No, only good girls can play with their clit,\" he says as he grabs her wrist and holds them up against the wall.\"\n\n\"Yes daddy,\" \n\nHe sighs and resumes thrusting, which the ghost finds impressive as he is still using his hands to pin her wrists, well Sally's wrists. He hears two moans, one that he recognizes as Sally's. He stops again. \n\n\"What is it this time?\" \n\nThe ghost asks.The man let's go of her wrist, \"Ok, if this is also pleasurable for Sally you can continue to play with her clit.\"\n\n\"Well, I refuse, if you want Sally's clit to be stimulated got to do it yourself.\"\n\n\"Alright,\" the man says as he resumes thrusting, gentler this time. He starts to rub Sally's clit. Hearing the moans pushes him over the edge and he cums. He looks into Sally's eyes green again. \"Are you ok?\"\n\n\"Yes, I feel wonderful actually,\" Sally says.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n Twenty the man hears the front door open, it's summer and his daughter is home from university. But she is dressed exactly like the ghost from all those years ago.\n\n\"What's the matter, you looked like you had seen a ghost.\"\n\n\"Hang on, you were in my wife for 40 Weeks?\"\n\n\"Nah, I made sure that she was impregnated and then I left, I only returned a few hours before labour.\"\n\n\"But for all that pregnancy sex?\"\n\n\"I thought I should give my soon-to-be parents some privacy.\"\n\n\"Gosh my deep-throating skills must be rusty.\"\n\n\"I'm sure there are many of your fellow university students would be happy to let you practise on them.\"\n\n\"But why wait when they are 9 inches in this room that I could use.\"\n\n\"No, that would be wrong.\"\n\n\"I suppose you want me out.\"\n\n\"No, you can stay until university starts again.\"\n\n\"I'll look for a summer job to pay for next year's tuition.\"\n\n\"I suppose having a summer job would be helpful but not necessary, I'll still cover tuition.\"\n\n\"What can I ever do to repay you.\"\n\n\"Just remember that you're more now than just a deep-throating ghost and become a well-rounded person. I mean if you want to keep deep-throating that's fine just don't tell your dad about it.\"\n\n\"Ok, daddy!\"\n\n\"Please, just dad.\"\n\n\"Sorry.\"\n\n\"Just promise to never call me daddy again.\"\n\n\"I can do that.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A mysterious app promised to help her get more views for her streams. She didn't realize that it would cost donations to gradually start turning her into an ever bustier cat girl!
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"content": "\"What the hell?\" I shouted as I stared at the app, \"A 25% cut?\"\n\n\"Look, demand for cat girl surgery is rising, we need more money to attract legit talent, you wouldn't want this surgery done in an alley.\" The app said back, somehow sounding irritated despite the robotic voice.\n\n\"I could do an alley cat persona then.\"\n\nThe app is silent.\n\n\"Now what can I do with my old bras that no longer fit?\"\n\n\"Sell them to your simps.\"\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\n\"Alright sell them to your viewers; use the proceeds to buy new ones.\"\n\n\"That's smart.\"\n\n\"Thanks, but I'll wait a while before ordering the new ones.\"\n\n\"Fine.\" So that's what I did.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\"Good morning,\" said the app.\n\n\"Can I buy some bras now?\"\n\n\"Not yet\"\n\n\"These are double Ds!\"\n\n\"So?\" the apps response confused me, for about three days.\n\n\"Ok, so I'm at a g cup now.\" The back pain was terrible but I gained so many viewers.\n\n\"Patience.\"\n\n\"I have surgery tomorrow, I'm not going outside without wearing a bra!\"\n\n\"I'll take care of that, just do another topless stream.\"\n\nSo that's what I did, \"The chat is awfully quiet tonight.\"\n\n\"Well most of the comments have been about how they want to titfuck but in unnecessarily aggressive ways so I banned them all.\"\n\n\"Oh thanks.\"\n\n\"The next morning a double H bra arrived, I didn't even know that existed. It fit perfectly though.\n\nThe surgery was easier than I thought I arrived in the morning and I left that afternoon with cat ears and a tail. I took a cab back home. The taxi driver was cute, he was wearing a tight top, showing his swimmer's physique. So I asked him to return later. It was a shot in the dark but it worked. I answered the door wearing the lingerie that came with the bras. Oh hello there, I'm glad that you decided to take me up on the offer.\n\n\"Oh hi Frank.\" said the app.\n\n\"You know him?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I found the person who is exactly your type. Now you can fuck them on stream.\"\n\n\"Sure, but in the future tell me these things.\"\n\n\"Alright, oh, also have him pull your tail, the viewers will go mad for that.\"\n\n\"uhh...\"\n\n\"Does it has to be a hard pull?\" asked Frank.\n\n\"Not necessarily, but the harder the better.\"\n\n\"Well I could pull gently but then...\"\n\n\"Evelyn, my name is Evelyn.\"\n\n\"Sorry, Evelyn can pretend I'm pulling hard.\"\n\n\"That's works for me.\" I replied.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nSo there I was getting fucked from behind. Frank used one hand to stimulate my clit while pretending to pull my tail with the other hand, it seemed an awkward arrangement but he somehow made it work. \"harder!\" I said but I suppose he thought I was just pretending. It was a bit awkward, I got him to stop.\n\n\"I'm sorry did I do something wrong.\"\n\n\"No, I did, I should've given you a list of code words. If I say harder, it means harder but if I say pull, that's just play acting.\"\n\n\"uh, we're still live.\"\n\n\"Welp, this might just be my last stream, might as well get back to fucking me, oh pull as hard as you can, and only stop if I say stop.\" So that's what happened, boy can he pull, it hurt like hell. But that pain, with the climax that I experienced, totally worth it.\n\n\"Did I go too far?\"\n\n\"No, you are good boy.\"\n\n\"You seem to be buttering me up.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'm going to sell these panties soiled with your cum.\"\n\n\"I mean they are your panties, you can do anything you want with them.\"\n\n\"I was going to peg you next.\"\n\n\"I would like that.\"\n\n\"Well I'm not feeling it right now.\"\n\n\"That's fine too, do what ever you want to do.\"\n\nSo that's what I did, and what I wanted to do was to give him a tongue bath. Thank goodness I still have a human tongue. I paid particular attention to his well-toned abs, a lot of loving attention. He blushed as his cock hardened once more. \"You're so cute, I think it'll make an excellent contrast to what I want you to do next.\"\n\n\"What's that?\"\n\n\"Face fuck me and use my cat ears as handles.\"\n\nHe was silent for a while\n\n\"You don't have to if you don't want.\"\n\n\"No, I'm ready.\" \n\n\"Alright.\"\n\n\"Ok, so let's start with you licking the tip, that's it. Good girl! Wait, I suppose that's for dogs, chat, what should I say when she does a good job? I'm not calling her any of those things, those are all mean. Good Cat, seriously? Well looks like I'm sticking with good girl, I mean, as long as it's ok with you.\n\nI gave him a thumbs up as I continued to lick the tip. I also stuck my ass in the air so that stream could see my pussy and started to finger myself.\n\n\"Ok, let's try half-way, good you're taking it like a champ. No chat, I'm not going to force her to go the whole way now, and she's going to go back to licking the tip as a punishment for your impatience.\" So that's what he did, he used my ears to guide me back to licking his tip. It continued like that for a moment.\n\n\"Ok, let's try halfway again. Good Girl. Well chat's behaving again, It's time to try going all the way this time.\"\n\nI did this on dildos on previous streams so that was pretty easy. I looked up into his soft blue eyes, they seemed to be smiling. I had this dude's cock in my mouth, and he was using my ears as handles,but the only thought I had was, 'I must protect this softboy.' This enthusiasm was slightly dampened as he came in my mouth without warning me first.\n\n\"I'm so sorry.\" It's so hard to stay mad at him. I showed the stream that his cum was in my mouth, then I swallowed and showed stream my empty mouth afterwards.\n\n\"It's alright,\" I said, just in the future warn me.\n\n\"You mean you want to do this again.\"\n\n\"Of course, unless you don't.\"\n\n\"I would love to.\"\n\n\"Good, but that would be later. For now, I'm going to take a little cat nap.\" and I immediately fell asleep. I awoke to the smell of food. \n\n\"Oh hi!\" said Frank, \"I made dinner, the app said that you really like tuna even when you weren't a cat girl so I thought you'd really like it now. Oh! And Good news! The panties you wore today, they sold for $690.69\"\n\n\"Nice.\"\n\n\"I hope we can spend more time together.\"\n\n\"If you quit your job, I can support you with my streaming income.\"\n\n\"I don't know, what if I cut down to working four days a week and see if it works?\"\n\n\"That's completely fine.\" I say and then kiss him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Disney Princesses wedding nights
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"content": "Ariel had only had a human body for a few short months when she and Prince Eric married. The maids were all abuzz as she got ready, each blushing as they gave her some hints wrapped in riddles for her wedding night. \n\n\n\"It'll hurt, and then it'll be beautiful.\" One of them winked as she curled Ariels hair, pinning it in place. \n\n\n\"Just make sure to breath.\" The other one warned steadfast, as she pulled the wedding gown over Ariels figure. \n\n\nThe day went in a blur, as another warning from one of the maids suggested it would, before all too quickly she and Eric were alone. In his bedroom. \n\n\nit was sparsely decorated, but showed his affinity towards the ocean. Spiral shells, ships in bottles, an old steering wheel and anchor from ships long forgotten adroned the walls and made Ariel feel as if she had never left home at all. \n\n\n\"You look. So, goddamn beautiful.\" The prince smiled, running a hand through his dark locks. He blew out a breath looking at her. \"Do you need help? Getting out if it?\" \n\n\nAriel nodded mutely. While she had her voice, she was finding it difficult to access her vocabulary right now as the Prince circled her and began pulling at the ribbon that laced the back of her gown. \n\n\nIt was moments that felt like hours before the fabric fell away from her skin and left her bare. His hot breath coursed along the skin of Ariels back until he was facing her once more. \n\n\nSomewhere in the circle of her body Eric had lost his shirt to the steadily growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hand cupped her face and softly stroked her cheek as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. \n\n\nHis other hand wrapped around her slim body and pulled her in close, each point of contact like a fire igniting on her skin, especially the hot point where his length pressed against her stomach.\n\n\nCarefully he moved them backwards, until the back of her knees hit in the bed and she almost tumbled onto it, causing her to gasp slightly and her to grab at his shoulders. Both actions combining to deepen the kiss and Eric groaned into her mouth before he seperated from her, just an inch. \n\n\n\"Do you want to take this further, my beautiful wife?\" His voice echoed in her ears, raising goosebumps along her flesh and tingles down her spine into her core. \n\n\n\"Yes.\" She whsipered into his ear. \n\n\nQuicker than she thought possible he scopped her into his arms, carrying her bridal style and depositing her on the bed carefully, as if jostling her even slightly would cause her to break. With his knee he pushed her legs apart, and kissed his way up her body until their lips met again. Every inch of their bodies pressed together, and she could feel herself beginning to ache for something. \n\n\nAs Eric pulled back fro mthe kiss to look into her eyes, to ask the question he was burning to ask, he found the answer written in the desire of her eyes and he found himself lost for words, yet his body moved of its own accord, positioning itself. \n\n\n\"Ariel...\" He murmered, looking deep into her eyes as he pushed in slowly. \n\nIt was everything she was told it would be, painful so that she closed her eyes against the sensation, but the feeling was - equisite was too bland a word. Moments passed and as she relaxed she wriggled underneath him, letting him know she was ready. \n\n\nSlow inches moved in until he was resting fully inside of her, a stiffling fullness that made her core quake and breath hitch. Even Eric had to loose a breath, his control slipping faster than he had anticipated. \n\n\nAriels hands clawed at his back, but Eric resisted the temptation to move too quickly lest he hurt her. Inch by tortuous inch he pulled from her wetness until he was barely situated inside her folds. She whimpered with the loss of him, the sound near breaking his heart and causing him to thrust back into her. \n\n\nShe shuddered at the sudden movement, gasping, and he was afriad that he had been too rough too quickly, but she wriggled her hips under him, and whispered her first command as a true princess. \n\n\n\"More.\""
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"content": "The uber driver looked at the half naked woman getting into his car and turned to face me with a puzzled look.\n\n\"Eh, young lady, I'm afraid this is the wrong uber. You see I was going to the Bank, its a bar. Is that where you're headed miss?\"\n\nThe Bank was indeed a bar for more introverted and casual people, a place where such an attire would be hardly acceptable. I would normally ignore or clap back to such words but the night had barely even started and I wasn't going to let it end yet. I looked at the driver with an almost devilish smile, one that was just a bit more sexy than evil.\n\n\"There's been a change of plans im afraid, so just get me to menage and we'll both have a good evening, how about it\"\n\nThe driver looked at me with both arousal and doubt. He looked like his dick and his wallet were having a battle right infront of my eyes. He took a short gulp and responded with a shaky voice.\n\n\"I-I'm afraid that the current uber order only permits a drive from here to The Bank. If you'd like to change you'd have to re..\"\n\nI cut him off before he could finish the sentence and get out of the car. Another cigar is quickly lit and I enter the uber again, this time in the front seat, cigar lit in hand.\n\n\"How about you take a quick hit of this, I'm sure afterwards you'd be more than happy to ride me anywhere in town~\"\n\nHe looks like his world is turning upside down and with me being so close his eyes are running up and down my body. He looks too hesitant so I guide his hand on my waist which makes him freeze in place. He starts feeling the soft bare skin on my waist as I slowly guide the cigar to his lips. His hand starts running down my thigh as he inhales all of that good soul freeing stuff. After he has had his fair share of delicate and smooth thigh goodness, I guide his eyes up to mine.\n\n\"Ready to go now? I'm sure your minds all made up by now\"\n\nHe looks like he's in a trance, completely entranced by my voice and figure. He nods and takes the wheel but can't get his eyes off me. He seems to be driving well enough to not kill us so I let him continue for the entire trip. When we arrive at the menage he looks almost like a lost puppy when I exit the vehicle, longing for more. But the night would be boring spent with a shy uber driver, there's loads more fun to be had here. I wave goodbye to the uber driver, forgetting him in an instant when my feet touch the club floor.\n\nWhen the doors close behind me, I can almost feel all the eyes turning to face me, covering me with their gazes. At that moment it feels like the whole club, no, the whole world was looking at me with a wide smile and a hint of lust. The club was playing some Michael Jackson song that sounded like every Michael Jackson song at once, or maybe it was the vodka from before finally starting to kick in. The music didn't matter since my only direction was the counter. I remember spotting a \"no smoking\" sign at the entrance so the cigars would be a no go, atleast until I found some people to spend some quality time with. Upon reaching the bar I was about to order a drink before someone behind me loudly states their order.\n\n\"4 tequila shots, and a martini for the lady dressed for the occasion.\"\n\nI turn around to find a handsome man wearing something that looks like a mix of a formal suit and a casual jacket. He seems to be with 2 other guys and a girl that the other guys are hitting on at the moment. He steps up to me, almost pinning me against the counter.\n\n\"I hope you don't mind my intrusion but I saw you and had to offer you a drink. I saw you walk in and thought you might wanna join us, you look like a girl who would\"\n\nHe winked, giving some other meaning to his words but I wasn't in the state of mind to unravel it. The shots and martini came up, I guess time flies when you're feeling fine. I grab the shot and martini and down the shot before handing the martini to the guy.\n\n\"Just lead the way, I'd love to get to know you lot a bit better, Claire\"\n\n\"John, you're more than welcome to join with that attitude, Claire.\"\n\nHe took the martini in one hand and the 3 shots in the other and led us to the table where one of the guys was one step away from making out with the girl. He let me sit in the middle between him and one of his friends.\n\n\"Guys this is Claire. Claire these are Christian and Caesar. There's also her, what was your name again sweetheart?\"\n\n\"Emma\"\n\nThe girl was a banger body wise, blond hair and curves in all the right places. She was clearly drunk off her ass and that sight of pure lack of self control made me feel a bit jealous. Christian was the opposite of what his name would lead you to believe. He had a couple piercings and his hair and clothes were mostly black. He looked a bit raggedy but looked like someone who knows how to have a fun time, in more ways than one. Finally Caesar was the most well behaved and proper out of them all. He had the most proper clothes and his voice had a bit of an Italian accent, which was more hot than distracting.\n\nAfter a minute of chatting between the group, John noticed the red box in my purse and questioned me about it. I told them that they should ignore it and after a couple more drinks they kept insisting to know what it was. John's hand had been rubbing against me for a while so I whispered into John's ear that this wasn't the place for it and that I could show them somewhere else. Within a second Caesar had gotten up and had his wallet out to pay the tab. Turns out there was a hotel across the street that they were planning to go to with Emma before they saw me. The room had already been arranged and everyone was waiting to get the real party started there. I got up and followed the guys outside and across the street and into the hotel. The entire time John kept his hand on my waist, smacking my ass once when we entered the hotel room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Public sex prompts. Parties, punishment, accidents, or maybe something else?
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"content": "I guess to throw one out there. \n\nThis post reminds me of an old humourous joke. It basically goes like this, a woman's husband is going to this party and she is paranoid of him cheating on her, and so she follows him. It is a costume party and so she dresses up like a sexy catgirl. There she finds her husband who is flirting, takes him away and has sex with him. \n\nShe then angry about his infidelity goes home and waits for her husband. Planning to jump him the moment he says much about the party she asks how it went and he says \"great but some guy took my costume and walked off with some sexy catgirl!\" \n\nAnyway you could set this tale in a high school at a college party or same as before with a married couple. I like the idea of her high school boyfriend going to a college party and her losing her virginity to some guy, but that is just me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A new service provides "vacations from oneself" for a steep price for select clientele. As a overworked Senior Executive i finally have enough of work and decide to take two weeks away from my life.
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"content": "Enjoy the sublime contentment of being a plush and busty cowgirl, fed the finest of foods, massaged, and milked at an all-inclusive spa. Enjoy the pride of seeing your own milk turned into the finest ice creams and desserts, but do try to control your urges if your masseur gets you a bit too randy, or maybe give in and enjoy sex as a cowgirl. Both bulls and catgirl milkers are available... Don't get too hooked on it all though, and do try to avoid becoming pregnant, as return transformation cannot be guaranteed in this case.\n\nAlternately\n\nLive the life of a busty Kitty party girl! Libido enhancement and inhibition reduction included. Enhanced memories of your carefree and sex filled life as the campus cat girl tart bring the experience into full focus, and enhanced sexual urges and new kinks guarantee lots of fun activities will be available. (Terms and conditions may apply, New memories may come to see more real than old memories, return transformations not guaranteed)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A female researcher insists she be assigned to observing the minotaur tribe. Its totally not because their culture discourages them from wearing clothing and as a result their big honking bull dicks are free to dangle about or anything...
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"content": "There are times where Alissa might have felt a little guilty in life.\n\nPerhaps it was when she dropped everything, including her dinner date with a decent enough sort of guy, so she could research abroad.\n\nPerhaps it was when she lied on her application about her intentions, spinning tales of 'scientific curiosity' and 'pushing the human envelope'.\n\nPerhaps it was when she closed the portal back home without so much as a goodbye, closing herself off in the Minotaur's pocket dimension for what was reasonably forever.\n\nPerhaps it was when she stripped naked and introduced herself as an alien pleasure goddess. That one was particularly dangerous, not to mention completely against any form of regulation.\n\nPerhaps it was when she bent herself over a post and spread her legs.\n\nPerhaps it was when a full colony of Minotaurs slammed into her like a bull in a china shop.\n\nPerhaps it was when she fucking loved every moment of it.\n\nPerhaps it was when the chief returned from his hunt and whisked her away without a word.\n\nPerhaps it was when he fucked her for hours on end, holding her tightly like a bovine vice.\n\nPerhaps it was when he let no one else touch her, claimed her for his own.\n\nPerhaps it was when he crowned her his queen in front of the whole tribe.\n\nPerhaps it was when she went to bed with him that night and made love far more soft and sensually for the first time ever.\n\nPerhaps it was when she laid against his chest and held his hand gently, safe and warm in his arms.\n\nPerhaps there were a lot of times where she might have felt a little guilty. And perhaps there were more where she would have felt very guilty.\n\nBut as she lay there in his arms... she knew there wasn't a single moment where she felt regret."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Organization similar to Make A wish, that caters to more Adult... fantasies of adults with terminal conditions...
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"content": "\"Hello welcome to Make a Fantasy, how can we help you?\" said Lisa. After listening to the other person on the other end of the phone, she followed up with \"Uhu, sure, we can help you with that sir, any further preferences regarding the partner you...\" abruptly she was silent as if the other person hadn't let her finish her sentence. \n\n\"Yeah sure, we can arrange that sir, we'll contact you in 2 to 4 business days to give you the further practical details. Have a nice day sir.\" Lisa said as she hung up the phone and turned towards me: \"uhh another unoriginal one, wants to be part of the mile high club. No idea why, but there are loads of guys wanting to be part of that club as their fantasy. Well, anyways, there's nothing more to it really. Just like you watched me do 3 times now: you introduce the company again, ask for their fantasy, write everything down and give them an estimate on how long it will take you to arrange everything. You don't have to worry about them being terminal ill or not, that part has been handled by the predesk already, so just focus on making them feel comfortable to share their deepest and darkest fantasies. Then tomorrow you can start planning the fantasies you had call in today. You think you're up for it?\n\n\"Sure thing!\" I answer. \n\n\"Well, get on to your desk then, I'll review the incoming fantasies by mail and call them up, you take the incomming calls, good luck!\" she said while I start walking towards my desk. \n\nA couple of minutes go by while i'm waiting for my first call to go over when suddenly I hear the phone ringing. With a bit of a shaking hand I pick up the phone: \"Hello and welcome to Make a Fantasy, how can we help you?\"\n\nsilence... \n\n\"Hello, how can we help you? what's your fantasy you want to come true?\"\n\n\"well um, it's a bit unusual\" a male voice replies. \n\n\"Nothing we can't handle i'm sure. Let's hear it and I'll see if you can help me.\" I reply. \n\n\"well... I have this thing for being submissive and I'd like to find a dominant to spend the time of my life with.\"\n\n\"Sure thing, we can help you with that, and what would that \"time of your life\" be like exactly sir?\" I reply while thinking that it's probably just like Lisa said, mostly terminaly ill male's wanting either A) a good lay, B) the mile high club apparently, C) a submissive wanting to submit to a dominatrix and have some casual light SM sessions or D) wanting to fuck a celebrity, hoping that we can get all the hollywood stars so far that they fuck whoever has a fantasy... people should realize that we only have a couple of hollywood stars available, not all of em. it's on our website after all... This job turned out to be nothing like i expected when I applied for this job, i thought i would come across the most crazy shit imaginable! Turns out most terminal patients wanting to apply to this company have rather plain fantasies. \n\n\"To be honest, I don't really know. That's the thing to be honest. I don't want to know. I want to have the most complete slave experience ever to have been existed. I want to be kidnapped, sold, and used for as long as possible. no limits except pain, i'm in enough pain already, but otherwise, I've got nothing to worry about. No close friends or family left, not enough time left to be scared for long term consequences, not long enough here to be opposed to anything really\". \n\nWow i think, this guy sounds serious... \"are you sure sir? it's rather unusual to go that far and not have any limitations put in place other then \"no heavy pain\"\". \n\n\"okay i guess that's a bit broad... no kids, no animals, no blood, fine like that?\" \n\nWe talk on the line for about 20 more minutes, getting to know what gets his blood pumping, his hormones rising, after which i reply: \"Sure, I think I can arrange that sir, I'll make sure everything is in order and as per your request, won't contact you again to let you know when everything will take place. As per company rules however regarding any BDSM style fantasy I am required to inform you that we have a company wide safeword that will work in your fantasy aswell. If you ever, for whatever reason, want out, just call out \"I want to make a wish\". have a nice day sir.\" I say as i put down the phone. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;\n\nEnd of part 1. If enough people want a continuation of this, i'll make a part 2 regarding either the planning, or the execution of the fantasy. any requests on what kind of kinks and fetishes to include in the fantasy that could have been talked about in the 20 minute phonecall that you want to see in part 2?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] — Size-Difference
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"content": "A woman joined a small sorority on campus and is getting to know her new sisters, only to be shocked at their bodies. One's on the volleyball team, almost seven feet of lean muscle and healthy curves, one hit the freshman fifteen and kept going, but most of it going to her outrageous curves etc. \n\nThe new girl is ovewhelmed, while she has healthy curves herself, she is under five feet tall and is contantly reminded of her size in the close quaters of the small sorority house."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The prettiest and most popular girl in the school has, just above her pussy, a stout 6-inch cock. That's part of why she's so *very* popular...
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"content": "Chapter 1: The Tomboy\n\nSarah had been nervous about going to Silver Rose Academy, an all girl school. Her mother had reassured her that everything would be fine and that she'll fit right in.\n\nThis had been the same school that her mother went to and she managed to survive with the same 'medical' issue. So maybe it won't be so bad.\n\nOf course her mother did joke about how she'll likely have a harem by winter break. Sarah brushed the joke off as nonsense as she was never really that popular on the dating scene.\n\nAfter getting dropped off at the Academy and saying goodbye to her mom. Sarah begins unpacking her stuff when a tomboyish looking girl walks into her dorm. \n\nSarah looks at girl and smile. \"Hello, you must be my roommate?\" Sarah says as she stands up and holds out her hand. \"My name is Sarah\" The girl smiles back and shakes her hand \"Hi, I'm Rose\". \n\nRose is the textbook tomboy with boyish clothing, short red hair, and slim athletic figure. Sarah could still tell even with the slightly baggy clothes that there is some curve to her. \n\nIt didn't take long for her to find out how much curve she has, because after they stopped shaking hands Rose began to strip. \"Sorry for getting naked all the sudden, but I really need to shower after the long car ride\" Rose says as she tosses her clothes to the ground. \n\nSarah tries to avoid eyeing Rose's body, but just can't resist. Rose's body is muscular and fit with a perky set of c-cup breast, 6pack abs, thunder thighs, a tight pussy without a hair in sight and a nice tight ass all of which is covered with a dusting of freckles. \n\nRose wraps a towel around her and heads to the shower. Each hall has 3 communal bathrooms. After she leaves, Sarah can feel her cock throbbing hard. \n\nSarah thinks for a second and decides that Rose shouldn't be back for a minute, so she strips down and lays on her bed and gets to work. She began to stoke her cock thinking about how good it would feel to slide into Rose's pussy. \n\nShe moans lightly as she thinks of the tomboy's hands running over every inch of her body from long black hair to supple d-cup breast to thick thighs to her thick cock. She starts rubbing her clit. \n\nAs she closes her eyes and starts rubbing her clit, she doesn't hear the door open and close. However she does hear Rose's gasps \"Oh my god\". Sarah's eyes shoot open to see Rose standing in front of her eyes wide as she sees everything. \n \nRight as Rose is about to freak out, Sarah jumps up and covers her mouth \"Don't freak out. I can explain\" Rose and Sarah's eyes meet. \"Now I'm going to remove my hand, but only if you promise not to scream ok?\" Rose nods. \n\nSarah removes her hand and Rose start to talk really quickly \"You have a cock...How did you get into an all girl school?...Does it produce semen?...Have you ever fuck someone with it?\". \n\nSarah takes a deep breath \"Yes I have a cock, but I also have a pussy too\" She lifts her cock showing her tight pink pussy. \"I got in cause my mom pulled some strings. Yes it makes semen and no I've never fucked anyone with it. Most people are too freaked out by it\". \n\nRose eyes Sarah cock. Sarah is nervous that Rose will till the school staff and get her kicked out. \"Promise you won't tell anyone. I don't want to move schools again\" Sarah says hoping that Rose will understand.\n\nRose smirks as she knows that she can get something from keep her mouth closed. \"Only if you fuck me\" Sarah a bit taken aback by the demand looks at Rose, but after a minute smiles at the thought. \"Deal\" She holds out her hand and they shake on it. \n\nRose drops her towel then gets on her knees in front of Sarah and starts stroking her cock. Sarah moans lightly enjoying the soft touch of Rose's hands. Rose licks the tip lightly. This sends a shiver of pleasure through Sarah's body. \n\nSarah stops her for a second \"Let me sit down before we go any further\". Sarah sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs enough for Rose to get between them. \n\nRose starts licking Sarah pussy then moves to tongue all the way up to the tip of her cock. Sarah has to stifle moans as she's enjoying the feeling of Rose's tongue. \n\nSoon Rose takes the tip into her mouth and sucks on it as she stroke the rest with one hand and rubs Sarah's pussy with the other. Sarah covers her mouth to prevent from screaming out from the pleasure. \n\nRose smiles as she looks up to meet Sarah's eyes then takes Sarah hands and puts them on her head. \"Be as rough as you want. I can take it\" Sarah smirks at Rose's comment then makes the cute tomboy take more and more of her cock. \n\nRose skillfully swirls her tongue around the shaft clearly having done this before. Sarah light bites on her finger to hold in the moans. She starts making Rose deepthroat her cock.\n\nRose lightly gags the first few times, but adjust quickly and continue to slurp and suck skillfully. Rose begins to rub herself having become super wet. \n\nSarah pulls her off and stands her up \"On the bed now\" Sarah goes to her suitcase to grab some things from the emergency sex kit her mother made her. Rose sits on the bed and smiles as she sees the ball gag and handcuff. \n\nSarah puts the ball gag in Rose's mouth then cuffs her hands behind her back. She reposition Rose, bending her over the edge of the bed and playfully slaps her ass making Rose squeak cutely through the gag. \n\nSarah eyes Rose's soaking wet pussy before prodding it with the tip of her bare cock. Right as she's about to slide in she stops \"Shit I don't have any condoms\". Rose tries to speak, but can't. \n\nSarah pulls the gag out of her mouth \"Don't worry I'm on birth control\" Rose says quickly. Sarah smiles and puts the gag back in her mouth. She begins prodding again before thrusting into her hard. \n\nRose's moans are stifled by the gag as she feels her roommate's cock slide into her tight young pussy. Sarah moans from the feeling of warmth and tightness of Rose's pussy. \n\nSarah grips her hips and begins thrusting. After a minute she gets a good rythem going. Rose lightly squirms as she's stretched and fucked so roughly. \n\nSarah bites her lip as she flips Rose on her back and gropes her perky tits making Rose arch her back from the extra pleasure. Sarah pulls the gag from Rose's mouth and kisses her deeply. \n\nAfter a second or two of passionate kiss, Sarah pulls away. \"I'm so close\" Rose says as she wraps her legs around Sarah's waist. \n\nSarah starts pounding into Rose hard causing Rose to shut her eyes tight from the immense pleasure rushing through her body. Rose's pussy clamps down on Sarah's cock right as the two reach climax. \n\nSarah's cum floods Rose's insides. Sarah kisses Rose again as her legs from away from Sarah's waist allowing her to pull out. Sarah uncuffs Rose's hands the flops down next to her. \n\nRose gets a bit of the cum in her hand and tastes it \"Nice and sweet\". Sarah looks at Rose surprised \"Really?\". Rose kisses her letting her taste the sweetness of her own cum. \n\n\"Wow it is sweet\" Sarah smiles and pulls rose close cuddling her. \"That was great\" She nuzzles Rose's face lightly. Rose looks at her and shyly asks \"So I hope this isn't too forward, but can we be a couple?\". Sarah smiles at her \"Of course\". \n\nHowever Rose would have to learn to share Sarah after Sarah's secret gets out. Sarah's sex life is about to get really busy.\n\n(To be continued)"
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"content": "A horny young man whose into video games is in the midst of fantasizing about his favorite video game girl being tied up, gagged, and vibed in some strict bikini bondage, when his train of thought is interrupted... by a moan from that exact girl, tied up, gagged, and vibed in some strict bikini bondage, *exactly* as he was imagining it. And she certainly wasn't there a moment ago! And while he doesn't know how she got there, he does know that she wants one thing, him to fuck her for as long, and as hard, as he can!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your only weakness is latex. Not that it saps your power or anything, you just have exceedingly poor self-control.
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"content": "\"It's over, Doctor Mantis! Your plan is... say, is that a new costume?\" Lady Steel stopped abruptly as she entered the laboratory.\n\nThe supervillain was wearing a skin-tight green latex suit, so thin and tight that the outline of her nipples was visible though the fabric. It was paired with a face-concealing helmet that gave the doctor a smooth, inhuman appearance. The only accessory was her trademark Mantis Gauntlets on each hand. She placed her hands on her hips as she turned to face the heroine.\n\n\"Do you like it? I had some work to do on the reactor and I decided a regular hazmat suit wasn't really flattering to my figure.\"\n\nShe slowly ran her hands along her sides, her voice husky. \"Smart fabric with nanotube reinforcement. Thin as gossamer but tough as nails. And it shapes itself *perfectly* on every inch of my body.\"\n\n\"I'll say...\" The heroine didn't hide her stare. \"That's so unfair. The Justitia combat uniforms are so ugly. I can cut bullets out of the air with my powers and they *still* say I need the armored kit, just in case.\"\n\nShe indicated her own costume, a black shirt and pants layered with armored plates, with the only decoration being a crescent slash emblem on the chest.\n\n\"You seem like a fan. I'll be sure to let you see it up close and personal then.\" Mantis unfolded a pair of hidden blades from her gauntlets and lunged forwards. Lady Steel quickly drew her own sword and parried with lightning speed.\n\nAs they clashed, Doctor Mantis could see that the heroine was off her game. Her strikes were slower, and she was breathing heavily. Was she distracted by something?\n\nThe villain saw an opening and suddenly moved in close, retracting her blades and going in for a grapple. The two of them went tumbling to the ground, with Mantis on top. She hastened to pin the woman's arms, knowing that if Lady Steel got a moment to focus her energy she could easily break free... but the moment never came. The heroine tensed her arms, but only barely pushed back.\n\n\"Oh? Giving up already?\"\n\n\"How careless of me, to wind up in this position,\" the heroine said. \"I guess I have no choice but to surrender to your wicked intentions.\"\n\nLady Steel wriggled her hips, again not really trying to break out, and it finally clicked. \"Are you... *flirting* with me?\"\n\n\"What can I say?\" the heroine replied. \"You look good in latex.\"\n\nThe Doctor lifted off her helmet, letting the heroine see her smile. \"You know, I made another version of this suit for prisoners, using the smart fabric to restrain them. I bet you'd look good in latex too.\"\n\n\"Ooh, I bet I'd be in real trouble if you put me in that.\"\n\nThe heroine offered only a little bit of playful resistance as the villain began to peel off her armored costume...\n\n---\n\n\"Alright, Doctor Mantis, what did you do with Lady Steel?\" The Cosmic Champion roared as he burst into the villain's lair.\n\n\"Her? Oh, she's right here.\"\n\nThe supervillain waved a hand off to the right of her chair. A figure lay on the floor, completely covered in black latex. Her face was hidden by a black hood, but it was still easy to recognize Lady Steel, the body that had sold a thousand comic books. She was wearing mittens and ballet boots, making it difficult for her to do more than crawl around on the ground. She also had a collar and a leash, which were clipped to the back of Mantis's chair.\n\nThe Champion tilted his head curiously. \"Is that suit, like, reinforced with ultratech or something? Did you invent a power inhibitor?\"\n\n\"No, it's just some toys I had lying around the lab. Does a vibrator count?\"\n\n\"That's what's keeping her from escaping? Some fetish gear and a vibrator?\"\n\n\"Apparently, yeah.\"\n\n\"Lady Steel can cut through solid metal with her bare hands, when she goes all out.\"\n\n\"Well, I guess she's not going all out today.\" Mantis kicked out her feet, resting them on her captive's back. \"Now, are you done trespassing in my lab, or do I need to throw you out?\"\n\nThe hero looked at the supervillain, then at the captive Steel, then back at the supervillain. \"You know what? I'm not getting paid enough to deal with this. Call me when you're planning to blow up the city.\"\n\nHe walked out, and Mantis swung her chair back around. \"Well, you heard him. So long as I'm not trying to blow up the city, I'm free to play with you as much as I want...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where masturbation is illegal and seen as shameful due to wasting a breeding instinct. Men and women alike are forced to reproduce when they're just horny
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"content": "The Conservation Act\n\nBrandi smiled and looked at her boyfriend from a signal. He gave a deep sigh before nodding. \"Yeah, Zack. I think I can help.\" The Semen Conservation Act had only been enacted last week and this was the fifth acquaintance of hers to ask for some relief. At first her boyfriend, Jason, had been firm that they would remain exclusive, but once he realized how many single guys they knew, it dawned on him how badly they would need relief. \n\nNow that the law was enacted men could no longer use condoms or masterbate. Their single friends came to Brandi and Jason begging to use her pussy. It wasn't that surprising that they would ask her. She was a young attractive woman.\n\nZack was a coworker of Jason's and they were at the company Christmas party when he walked up and asked. She moved a curly lock of dark brown hair out of her eyes as she looked around. \"Let me guess you wanna rip my dress off and do it right here.\" Brandi said in a teasing tone as she watched him blush. She actually knew how turned on he was and it made her hot. That was one of her quirks that made her a good stripper in her early twenties.\n\nJason laughed at how embarrassed Zack had gotten. \"Just take her into your office for a quickie. I'd like her back for the rest of the party.\" \n\n\"Thanks a million, guys.\" Zack said as he snatched her by her wrist and practically dragged her into his office.\n\nBrandi loudly laughed at his open enthusiasm while he slammed the office door behind them. Her hand shot forward and hooked his pants and pulled him closer. \"Tell me how often you masterbated to the thought of me before they outlawed it.\" She said in a breathy voice as her hand traveled down his pants and circled his semi hard penis. \n\n\"A-at least once a week since I met you.\" Zack barely got the words out. His knees trembled under his weight and Brandi used her other hand to steady him.\n\n\"Alright, then I expect you to try and breed me at least that often.\" Brandi unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. \"How about a fun little game? I'll suck your cock if you can guess how many men's cocks I've drained with my pussy today.\" \n\n\"T-two.\" Zack's body shook in excitement as he answered. \n\nBrandi smiled back and dropped to her knees. \"Now make sure you don't cum in my mouth. You have to wait and breed my pussy. It's the law.\" She gave a playful pout. Of course the brunette sucked dick like a pro and Zack was frantically tapping her shoulder in warning. Reluctantly she pulled her mouth off of his length and looked up at him with a smile.\n\nShe turned and pulled the black dress she wore over her hips as she bent over his desk. \"I know Jason said to make it a quickie but if you can cum twice you should just keep at it until you're satisfied.\"\n\nThe two of them were mostly still clothed as Zack entered Brandi's tight pussy. He grabbed her hips and sunk deep inside. Luckily the Christmas party was loud enough to drown her needful moan. Zack didn't think she was fucking like a woman who drained two cock earlier that day.\n\nHer pussy muscles gripped him like it was thirsty for more. His fingers laced through her curly brown hair just as he started to cum. Zack was determined to keep going. Through perseverance it stayed hard and he pulled lightly on her hair.\n\n\"Did you just cum in me?\" Brandi asked in a series of grunted words. \"That's it! Breed my cunt!\" She could help herself. This scream did manage to creep over the sound of the holiday celebration. He gripped her shoulders as he shot inside her a second time. \n\nThe door to the office opened and Jason leaned in and tossed a towel toward them. \"Brandi keep it down you slut.\" Jason teased and shut the door as he pulled his head out of the room.\n\n\"I can't believe he let you help other guys.\" Zack said as he slid out of her. She spun around to try and lick his member clean. \n\n\"I'm gonna miss taking loads in my mouth.\" Brandi said before licking their combined cum off of him. She knew she was going to like this new law. They had lots of friends she needed to keep sated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Despite efforts to be taken seriously by maintaining professionalism, a succubus realizes that she's going to drive both herself and everyone around her nuts if she *doesn't* start having sex with her colleagues...
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"content": "Lots of sexy expansion and transformation in this story. Looks like we mostly get to see her get herself good and worked up. Overall, it's rather tantalizing as a piece, and seems like it could be the opening to quite the encounter sometimes soon. I like the detail level of the descriptions too. The way that she evaluates everyone's desires while struggling with her own horniness gives the story a good energy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After desperately wishing he could stop gaining weight, he discovered any weight he would gain instead goes straight to his dick. Unfortunately, he's really got a problem with binge eating...
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"content": "Not a writer, but I found this concept funny so I decided to write anyway \n\nI was really confused at first as to why I felt like my dick got bigger. I only found out when I went to take a piss and I actually had to hold my penis to properly aim in the middle of the toilet. “Is my penis swelling somehow?” I asked myself. Well it doesn’t look swollen and in fact it looks completely smooth. I think of other ways it grew like I somehow got a huge growth spurt? It was only when I was eating a sandwich I finally found out. I dropped it and looked down to see my dick had very slightly grown. Over a week I ate a regretful amount of food, but weirdly enough I didn’t gain any weight and my dick got bigger. “I could use this to my advantage.” I thought. I kept eating so much food for a month and my dick was about 12 inches long and thick.\n\nI decided to head to a party and maybe put my shlong to good use. A day or two later, me and my good friend Jonah enter a house party. “You never really went to parties, did you gain some confidence or something?” Jonah asks me. “Well let’s say I’ve gained a big amount.” I say to Jonah. “I don’t know what that means, but whatever you did made you look a lot more confident.” Jonah says before he drinks from his cup. After about half an hour, I’m flirting with two girls. Well, flirting while drunk which means spitting out random sentences that don’t correlate to each other at all. It was good enough for them apparently, the two girls and I head into the bathroom. \n\nThe one blonde and one brunette unzip my pants and get smacked right in the face with my flesh flute. “Holy fuck, your cock is so big.” The blonde one says. I don’t even know their names, but they both already start stroking and licking. It’s not by choice as when they attempted to suck and swallow they could barley fit my baby producer in their mouths. They kiss and tease for a few moments then lick up and down repeatedly. It goes on for a few moments and my sausage is basically charged up. A moment later and I’m ramming inside the blonde as the brunette makes out with me. My dick barely fits as it goes in and out her vagina. She moans as the impact of her cheeks echoes in the bathroom along with her moans. I continue fucking for a long while. \n\nEventually I’m on the verge of climaxing and hold my dick in place. I climax on their faces and fall down to the ground in exhaustion with the both of them beside me. I lay there for a moment and think about the hot long sex I had. “Now that I have a big dick, I wish I could last more than a minute.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “That was it?” She sighed, breathless, “that was the dungeon of the Great Defiler; Lord of Sodomy?” She turned around to head back the way she came, when there was a sudden heavy thumping of drums. “Wait, why do I hear boss music?”
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"content": "Lyra stabbed her sword into the ground. Before her, in a puddle of blood lay the body of a large red creature with massive black horns. This creature was the boss of the dungeon, a demon known as the Great Defiler. \n\nLyra had heard many stories of the monster ruling the demon's church. After all the place itself had a long history of cult rituals and dark magic and so it was granted the name. To a savvy adventurer like Lyra however, this place was just old stone worshiping dead and forgotten gods.\n\nEven still, she had to admit this dungeon was more dangerous than a lot of others she had been to. Dubious traps, foul monsters and an arduous journey made slaying the boss truly difficult. Especially for one lonely woman with nothing but a tall body and a large sword, but she made it work. \n\n\"The Solemn Blade strikes again,\" Lyra mused.\n\n'The Solemn Blade' was her nickname granted after many encounters with monsters. The name itself detailed her style of always battling alone with nothing more than a sword in hand. She even liked the nickname and tried to embody it, even though the nickname was assumed to belong to a man. \n\nNot that she minded that fact.\n\nLyra soon pulled her sword from the ground and started to walk towards the exit. The church was dead with broken pews and destroyed effigies being the only sights to see. The smell however was a mixture of sweat and blood, the former of belonging to Lyra and the latter belonging to the hell spawns. \n\nThen the air grew hot.\n\nLyra noticed herself sweating even more profusely then when she fought. Something was wrong. Tired, shaky legs and wobbly arms moved as quickly as they could as Lyra turned around and jumped backwards. In the air, atop the altar was a symbol made of red hot fire. It started off sizzling before quickly spewing flames and parting like a doorway. \n\nOut walked a creature with large black horns, a long black tail and deep red skin. He was tall and muscular with a sword as large as a tree. \n\n\"I am the Great Defiler, Lord of Sodomy and you have disturbed my slumber!\" The creature cired out whilst pointing at Lyra. \n\nLyra didn't reply with words, but instead ran forward. Her muscles hurt with every step, but she had hoped adrenaline would carry her. \n\nSword in hand she started to swing. \n\nThe creature replied by blocking with his sword. Lyra tried to keep up the offensive, but none of her swings would land. The creature scoffed and grabbed the sword with his hand before pulling it away like a toy from a child.\n\n\"You killed my men with this blunt junk?\" He said whilst throwing the blade to the ground. \n\nThe creature's tail whipped fast against the ground before swinging and knocking Lyra's helmet clean off her head. A moment of pause happend upon his face as he stared at her. \n\nSharp, blue eyes, short black hair and pale, but fair skin immediately caught his attention. He was shocked that a woman, albeit a tall one clad in heavy armour could cause so much trouble.\n\nAnd her death-glare immediately drew his attention. \n\n\"I am the Great Defiler, Sword Maiden and I plan to show you why!\"\n\nEnd of part 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt Me: Video Games!
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"content": "Here's one based on Fire Emblem!\n\nAlways seeking new ways to make money off of the Fire Emblem Heroes playerbase, introduces the new Ero-Resplendent Heroes! Heroes with new, much sexier and more fetishsized outfits then before, the first being [Bikini Bondage Babe Summer Robin!](https://gamepress.gg/feheroes/sites/fireemblem/files/2017-06/Robin%20F%20Summer%20Full.png) To the great pleasure of those who have Summoner Supported her!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: W-What do you mean you got yourself a "Tickle you Voodoo" doll? Why is it wearing my clothes? You can't be serious, I'm wearing the clothes you put on the doll? Don't be absurd, that doll has no control over me!
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"content": "My girlfriend held up the Tickle you Voodoo doll and looked at it with a devilish smile.\n\n\"I'm sorry but I had to get this out of my system. I've been holding back for so long now.\" She giggled as she caressed the doll's head. It felt like someone was running their fingers through my hair.\n\n“If this has no power over you, then nothing to worry about, right?” She asked.\n\n“No! No! Nooo! I don't want to do anything with that thing! Get it away from me!\" I screamed.\n\n\"It's not like you have a choice in the matter. We are going to play with this doll until we both get off or pass out.\" My girlfriend grabbed the doll and tickled it under the arm.\n\nI tried to stop her but she just laughed and continued. I let out a little giggle before I started to squirm and twist around. My girlfriend smiled and kept tickling the doll. She slowly increased the intensity and I soon found myself unable to take any more.\n\nShe stopped for a moment as she noticed my breathing getting heavier. \"Are you okay?\" She asked.\n\nI nodded and took a deep breath. \"Yea... I think so.\" I replied.\n\n\"Good, because we haven't even gotten started yet.\" She picked up the doll and started tickling its feet. I tried to fight her again but she was too strong. Soon I was on the ground laughing uncontrollably while she continued to tickle the doll.\n\n\"Ahhhhhhh!\" I cried out.\n\nMy girlfriend looked at me with a smirk. \"You know what I love about you? You're always willing to try new things.\" She said.\n\n\"Yeah well, I'm not sure how much longer I can take this. If you keep doing that, I might end up passing out.\" I said.\n\nShe looked down at the doll and giggled. \"We'll see.\" She said.\n\nShe pulled up the shirt of the voodoo doll and started tickling where the nipples would be. My body jerked and shuddered as my girlfriend tickled it.\n\n\"AHHHHHHH!\" I screamed.\n\n\"Do you like that?\" She asked.\n\nAt first I hadn’t wanted this, but I had to admit, something about it was starting to turn me on. I nodded.\n\n\"You want some more?” She asked.\n\nI nodded again.\n\nShe pulled the doll’s pants down and started tickling its ass. I was in delightful agony as I felt her tickling inside of me. I couldn't help but moan and whimper. My voice kept telling me to scream and tell her to stop, but I knew secretly this was really hot and I wanted her to keep going.\n\n\"Stop! Stop! Please! I can't take anymore!\" I begged.\n\n\"I bet you can.\" She said.\n\nShe lifted the doll up and tickled it between its legs. I could feel myself start to throb as she did it. I was ready to cum already and my girlfriend seemed to notice.\n\n\"Oh wow, you're getting close. Do you want me to finish you off?\" She asked.\n\n\"Yes please!\" I said.\n\nShe started rubbing its crotch faster and faster. I felt myself starting to twitch. I was going to explode. She brought the doll over to me.\n\n“Cum all over your doll, baby.” She said.\n\nI didn't need any more encouragement. I shot my load all over the doll's face and chest. My girlfriend laughed as she watched me shoot my cum all over it.\n\n“Do you feel the cum on you?” She asked.\n\nI nodded.\n\n“Does it feel good?” She asked.\n\nI shook my head yes.\n\n“You know, if you're a good boy, I might let you fuck this doll later.” She said.\n\nI smiled and nodded.\n\nShe laid the doll on the floor and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back and kissed her.\n\n\"Thank you for letting me play with my new toy.\" She said.\n\nI smiled and gave her a kiss. \"Anything for you.\" I said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If she had known that posting a video about the joys of swallowing would cause everyone to assume she was some kind of blowjob slut, she might have made the video sooner...
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"content": "Naomi didn't know what she expected to happen after she posted that video on her profile. It should have been obvious at first but the only thoughts that came to her mind was one of pure curiosity that she felt others deserved to know. In her defence once she tripped into that rabbit hole of information, it was hard to escape. Her being known as blowjob slut was just an unavoidable side effect. \n\n \nIt wasn't long before she was asked to demonstrate her newfound skills exactly as she did in the video today but this time with a more personal touch, the support of her closest friends had bolstered her confidence after all. An almost entirely clothed figure except from his erect cock stood in Naomi's room with her, her loyal assistant leaving her to show just how much she much she loved swallowing. \n\n \nAlready kneeling she slipped off her clothes, bathing nude in the light. Leading by example she began with a seductive smile, lips parting to reveal saliva dripping from the tip of her tongue. Kissing just the tip she teased it before moving on with the show From tip to base she moved slowly, letting saliva coat the entire shaft. Apart from a minor shiver of excitement her subject barely moved - she had chosen well after all. \n\n \nShe had to build up momentum to deserve her reward, her tongue swirling around his cock. Whether she was the fearless temptress or the good girl she was meant to be would be decided when the time was right. \n\n \nAs Naomi began to get comfortable with the cock sliding up and down her mouth in a rhythmic tempo, she began to tense up. The cock hitting the roof of her mouth on each pass through, reaching the back of her throat with ease. Gag reflex was hardly a problem for her at this point, it was just like swimming. Down, Up and Breathe. Down, Up and Breathe \n\n \nIt became harder as she sped up, guiding his hands to her head and allowing him to ram his cock down her throat, saliva dripping off her face. She stopped gasping for air before returning to her deepthroating duties. It was less one sided now but her tongue was still hard at work. Naomi could tell she was close. \n\n \nHer moans surprised even herself, one hand on his knee, the other snaking down between her legs. At the last moment, she held the base of his cock letting her lips glide down the side of his shaft once last time before she felt the his cum on the inside of her cheek. \n\n \nShe tuned to the camera mouth open, suspecting it wasn't the last time she would do this. \"Now that... is why I love swallowing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] June 2021 Contest: Pride
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"content": "OUR NEW LIVES TOGETHER\n\nPart 1 of 5\n\nIt was a hot day in the month of July, and the bride and groom were very much in love. They had just gotten married at the county courthouse. The wedding ceremony was short and sweet, with only the bare minimum of attendants. Afterward, the happy couple went back to the beach house they rented for the after party. It wasn't much—just a few people there to wish them well on their new life together.\n\n\"I can't believe we're finally married!\" said Jessica as she looked into her husband's eyes. \"I'm so excited.\" She took his hand and kissed him on the cheek. \"And I think you look even better than when we first met,\" she added.\n\nBrian blushed a bit. He knew he'd grown up since then. Back then, he was a scrawny boy who was always picked last for sports teams. But now he had filled out quite nicely. His muscles had thickened over the years, and he no longer needed glasses. He smiled at Jessica and held her close. \"Well, thank you,\" he replied. \"But I don't know if I look any better than I did before.\"\n\nJessica laughed. \"Oh, come on! You've got to admit it! You're looking pretty good these days.\" She paused for a moment. \"You know, Brian, this is going to sound strange coming from me, but... I feel like I've known you forever. And I really mean that. When I first saw you, I felt like I could see your soul. I just knew right away that you were the one for me.\"\n\n\"Really?\" Brian asked. \"That's weird. I never thought about it like that. I guess I should be flattered.\"\n\n\"I am!\" Jessica exclaimed. \"You're a wonderful man, Brian. And I know you'll make an excellent father someday. We're going to have such fun raising our kids together. You'll be a great dad, I know it.\"\n\nBrian nodded. \"I hope so. But we haven't even had sex yet, so how do you know I'm going to be a good father?\"\n\nJessica shrugged. \"I don't know. I just do. I think you're the kind of guy who knows what he wants in life. You won't settle for less than what you want. And I think you're also a strong, protective type. A lot of guys would run from the responsibility of being a dad, but not you. I think you'll make a wonderful husband and father.\"\n\n\"Thanks,\" Brian replied. \"I appreciate the vote of confidence.\"\n\nThey continued talking about their future plans. Eventually, the guests began to leave. Jessica's parents and sister were the last ones to go. As they left, Jessica’s mother leaned over and whispered in his ear.\n\n\"Did you mean what you said? You’d love my daughter forever no matter what?”\n\nBrian blushed again. \"Yes ma'am. Absolutely. I promise.\"\n\nHer mother smiled. \"Good. Our family has a… funny history about these kinds of things. Just wanted to be sure.”\n\nBrian nodded. \"It's okay. I understand.\"\n\nThe two couples shared a laugh. Then they hugged each other goodbye.\n\nAs soon as they were alone, Jessica and Brian made their way upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside, they undressed each other slowly. They caressed each other's bodies and kissed passionately. After a while, Jessica turned around and lay down on the bed. \n\n“I’m so nervous,” she confessed.\n\n\"Me too,\" Brian replied. \"This is all so new to me. I don't know what to expect.\"\n\n\"Don't worry,\" Jessica reassured him. \"I'll take care of everything. Just relax and let me do the work.\"\n\nBrian smiled. \"Okay.\"\n\nJessica got on top of him and started kissing him again. She ran her hands through his hair and pressed her body against his. Her breasts felt soft and warm against his chest. Brian moaned softly. This was the first time he'd ever touched a woman's breast. He gently squeezed her nipple between his fingers. She gasped and shivered.\n\n\"Oh, Brian, that feels so good!\" she sighed.\n\nHe smiled and kissed her neck. He loved the taste of her skin. She smelled like flowers. He inhaled deeply. \n\n\"Mmmmmm,\" he murmured.\n\nJessica reached down and unzipped his pants. She pulled them off and tossed them aside. His erection sprang free. Jessica grabbed hold of it and stroked it. \"Wow,\" she breathed. \"You're big.\"\n\nBrian blushed a bit. \"Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.\"\n\n\"Don't apologize!\" she said. \"I like it. It's perfect. And I can tell you're very sensitive, too. That's great. I've always found men who are sensitive and gentle to be very sexy. I can't wait to get you inside me.\"\n\n\"Me neither,\" he replied.\n\nShe lifted a leg and straddled him. She guided his penis towards her opening. Brian watched in awe as her vagina opened up and swallowed his cock. It was amazing. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. He stared in wonder as his penis disappeared into her body. She was tight, and he could feel her vaginal walls squeezing his shaft.\n\n\"Oh, God,\" Jessica moaned. \"I can't believe how good this feels!\"\n\n\"Me either,\" Brian replied. \"It's so incredible! I'm going to cum already!\"\n\nJessica nodded. \"Me, too.\"\n\nThen she lowered herself onto him. Brian felt her pussy lips slide along the length of his cock, then envelop his shaft completely. Jessica was wet and slippery, and his dick slid deep inside her. He groaned loudly as he entered her.\n\n\"Ohhhhhh!\" Jessica cried out. \"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!\"\n\nTheir bodies shook violently. Their hips moved rhythmically. Brian couldn't control himself. He thrust up into her hard and fast. Jessica screamed out loud. Her body convulsed. Then she collapsed on top of him. They lay still for a few moments, catching their breath.\n\nFinally, Jessica sat up and looked down at her husband. \"That was incredible,\" she said. \"Thank you. Thank you for making me feel so good. I've never had an orgasm like that before. Not even in my wildest dreams.\"\n\n\"You're welcome,\" Brian replied. \"It was my pleasure.\"\n\nThey kissed again. Then they fell asleep."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every 50 or so years. Witches clans will seek out one male to breed them all over and over again, creating many daughters for them. Having been raised to fear witches, your terrified when they capture you. However after seeing the crowd of half naked goth witches….your just a tad less afraid.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Every 50 or so years. Witches clans will seek out one male to breed them all over and over again, creating many daughters for them. Having been raised to fear witches, your terrified when they capture you. However after seeing the crowd of half naked goth witches….your just a tad less afraid."
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"content": "Not an actual writer but I found this interesting so I quickly wrote the introduction to my version. So I haven’t really read it over. Any criticism is welcome.\n \n\nYou look at the witches for a moment then look back up, you learned to never to look straight at witches. You were so stupid to go out at night time, especially during witching hour which is 3:00am to 4:00am. And finally where most witch sightings occur, in the Black Forest. You were just trying to look tough in front of your friends, now you ended up here while your friends ran as soon as the witches appeared.\n\nYou’re strapped to some table looking straight up, while a crowd of nine witches stand there in front of the table. “That ceiling must be a sight to behold, but would you please look in our direction.” One witch says. You have no way out anyways, so why not. You look back down in front of you and see the crowd of witches. About eight of them. However you actually get a good look at them this time. You look to see the witches in real life are completely different to what the town says they are. They don’t have green skin, long noses, and definitely don’t look a hundred years old. You see that they have the regular robe and witch hat, but they have the appearance of regular women, but with black lipstick, purple hair, black hair, etc.\n\n“Are you going to kill me? Torture me or experiment on me? Begone you evil witches! You’ll never take me!” You say as you struggle while still strapped to the table. “If we wanted that we wouldn’t have just taken you, but your friends too. There’s a reason we just brought you here.” The one at the front says. You assume she’s the leader or some sort. “What are you going to turn me into some beast with one of your potions! You witches disgust me!” You shout at them. They simply laugh and giggle at you. “I thought you witches lived in caves, not some small kind of regular looking shed?” You say to them. “A lot of what you’ve heard about us is true and some are untrue. However that’s not important right now.” The one at the front speaks again. “I’m Glinda, I’m the leader of this witch clan.” She finally states her name. “You’re lucky we found you at the time we did, otherwise we would’ve probably done all those things you mentioned.” Glinda says. “Anyways I’ve stated my name, how about you state yours?” She asks you. “I’m uh, John.” \n\n“Greetings John, I see you’re a bit afraid of us.” Glinda says “A bit! Of course I’m afraid, you witches are going to kill me!” “Enough with that, I told you already we didn’t bring you here to hurt you. We brought you here so you could bring forth a new generation of witches.” “How exactly am I suited for the job, and what am I supposed to do?” “Like any other male, you have the key to create life.” “Well there’s no way for me to do that other than my-” “Go on, you’re almost there.” “So you want me to give you guys my seed?” “Precisely!” “I think I drunk too much, I might be in some kind of wet nightmare.”\n\n“No of course not! I will not give my seed to any witches!” You reply. “Well, we aren’t going to use any magical extraction methods. We’ll just use the method mostly everyone likes.” Glinda says as she slides her finger on your crotch area. “Well I uh, wasn’t told the method.” You say to them. You get turned on by just her finger as your pants tighten. “Oh, excited are we?” Glinda says as she keeps sliding her finger on it. The other witches laugh, however this time out of excitement. “Oh it just keeps growing huh? You like it when I touch it?” Glinda says as she now grabs your bulge. Your pants still on, you’re so confused, but aroused. “Why don’t we get a better look shall we.” Glinda says as she pulls your pants down. She bends down to see your erection. As the other witches crowd around to look. Glinda firmly grips it. “It’s so big.” One witch says. “Don’t play with it too mu-“ you say, however Glinda starts lightly stroking. “We’ve only begun and you’re already at the tip of your excitement.” She says as she starts stroking it faster. “Oh fuck.” You say as she goes even faster. One witch on her right hand side grabs the bottom of your cock. Glinda then stops stroking for a moment. She leans into the tip and gives a small kiss, her lips perfectly stick with the tip. It makes a black lip mark. Your cock twitches for a moment. “Oh you like it when I do that? Let’s do it some more then.” Glinda says as she goes in for another kiss of the tip. She does it again, each more aggressive then the last. Almost like she’s taunting you. She then starts kissing anywhere on the erection. The bottom, the middle, the tip again. “Come on girls, don’t be shy. Let’s welcome him nicely.” Glinda says to the other witches. “Of course.” One witch says. The one on the right then starts joining in kissing. Now two kisses for every second. The one on the right joins. You can’t keep up. The three of them giggle as they taunt you. They press harder on it, keeping their lips longer on it. Then finally let go as they look at you. They keep repeating this. You can’t handle it. The sounds of their kisses echo in the room. Each kiss leaves a lipstick mark. The witches not in the scene, just watch. You even see one bite her lip as she watches. “Oh you can’t take it?” The witch on the left says to taunt you. The three of them then giggle as they look at your hard cock. It leaks out a small transparent fluid out of anticipation. “Let me clean that for you.” Glinda says as she lightly licks the tip clean. The three of them then start licking. You groan as they continue. They go from the bottom, all the way to the tip, then taunt with a kiss. You feel something coming. They then give no mercy. Glinda then bends her head down a bit, she wraps her lips on the head. She goes with her head down. Her lips almost reach the bottom. She goes back up again. All the while the two other witches suck on your balls. Again, she goes with her head down and then goes back up with her lips firmly grasped on your cock. She goes back up and lets go as it makes a small noise. She repeats. The two other witches then assist her, by tilting their heads and licks the bottom as she sucks on the top. They giggle and laugh. Glinda keeps bobbing her head up and down on your cock. While the other two look at you seductively as they tease the bottom. Each lick and swallow leading to the climax. Exciting you more. Only the noises of their small moans and slurping echo in the room. “Shit, I’m cumming” you groan. They don’t care as they keep sucking and blowing. “Come on, you can’t possibly keep up, just finish it already.” Glinda says as another taunt. Finally you moan as your cock enlarges and finally explodes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having seen the heat he was packing, she was determined to get in his pants. She's been making passes and innuendo all day, but apparently this guy's skull was as thick as his cock*.
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"content": "[I can't believe nobody has responded to this one, what a great prompt!]\n\nIt was after the company's summer party that the rumor first started going around. I have no idea how it started, but the first I knew of it was sitting at my desk on Monday morning and Pauline from Accounts scurrying over to whisper in my ear:\n\n\"Did you hear about Harvey from Acquisitions?\"\n\nI shook my head. \n\n\"Apparently he's packing. Like, seriously big. Gigantic.\"\n\nMy mouth fell open. This probably wasn't the time to admit it to Pauline, but I am somewhat of a size queen. My Tinder profile says nothing less than 8 inches, which means I always hook up with guys with at least six (every man seems to overestimate his own dong).\n\n\"Gigantic? Like, porn star size?\" I asked, containing my excitement.\n\nPauline shrugged. \"Wendy in Legal said ten inches but I don't see how she would know.\"\n\nTen inches. I was practically drooling. \n\nBy the end of the week everyone knew the rumor, so when Harvey came onto our floor to pick up a proof of a sales catalogue there were a lot of stares, trying to gauge exactly how much meat was in the locker. His pants were loose, though, so it was impossible to tell. \n\n\"You can tell from his walk,\" Sandy from Contracts told me over lunch. \"Massive dick, I can guarantee it. I'm never wrong.\"\n\nSo, slutty size queen that I am, the next Monday my mission was to seduce him and get a go with the Leviathan. I didn't know anything about him, so I had to make up excuses to go to his floor and work my magic.\n\nMonday: A Problem With The Proof.\n\n\"Hey, I'm really sorry but that proof we gave you on Friday has the wrong colors,\" I said, pushing his office door closed behind me. \n\n\"Oh, okay,\" he said, pulling it out of a pile of papers \n\n\"I've got a corrected one here.\" I leaned over his desk to hand it to him. My blouse was unbuttoned well down to my cleavage and the view was basically perfect. He didn't even glance at my tits as we exchanged the proofs.\n\n\"Thanks for coming up here, Jade,\" he said, smiling and not noticing the skin I was showing.\n\nTuesday: The Accidental Bump\n\nI waited twenty minutes for him to hit the canteen, then dashed into action. I stood way too close behind him so when he tried to turn and grab his coffee from the counter he ran right into me. I clung onto him, pressing my body close, his arm between my tits and his arm around my waist, pretending to be startled.\n\n\"I am so sorry, Jade, I didn't see you there,\" he said, checking I was okay. Not a single stir in his pants. Steady eye contact throughout. A tougher nut than I thought.\n\nWednesday: The Dirty Mouth\n\n\"I hear you've got a very *big* role to play in the next Sales quarter,\" I said, perching on the corner of his desk. My ass was inches from his hand as he used the mouse.\n\n\"I am a bit nervous but should be okay,\" he said, looking up and smiling.\n\n\"I mean, if you need any help, maybe a little *hands-on* relief, I am very happy to do that,\" I giggled. \"I am also skilled with *oral* presentations...\"\n\n\"Oh, awesome. I always feel a little shaky giving presentations and I don't like holding things in my hands because it gives it away. Do you know how to get around that?\" He asked. God damn, he was cute. But totally oblivious. I even said 'oral'. What was this gonna take?\n\nThursday: The Oopsie!\n\n\"Long time no see! I got the final version of that proof here, if you- oh crap!\"\n\nI tossed the proof onto the floor of his office. Before he could get out of his chair, I bent down to grab it, legs straight as an arrow, back arched, ass sticking out. I glanced over my shoulder. He hadn't noticed; he was jumping up to help me. My skirt was riding up and my ass was literally on display for him and he was more concerned about a creased corner of the proof. What kind of monster was he?\n\nFriday: Acceptance\n\nHe obviously wasn't interested. Maybe he was gay. In any case, there was no point embarrassing myself any more. I avoided him all day and caught the elevator down to the parking lot without even thinking about him much. I was so zoned out that I only just noticed him waving at a woman in a car and striding over to get in. \n\nI was furious. So he wasn't gay! What kind of guy is attracted to women but doesn't notice me? I stormed over and knocked on the window of the car.\n\n\"Jade, what's going on?\" he asked, confused. I ignored him and looked at her.\n\n\"You're his wife?\" I asked. She nodded, wiggling a finger with a wedding ring. \n\n\"My ring is being resized,\" he explained, and they exchanged an infuriatingly cute married-couple giggle.\n\n\"I have been trying to seduce Harvey all week and he hasn't noticed even once,\" I ranted, crossing every professional boundary. \"How do you make him notice you?\"\n\nHarvey blushed and stared at me as his wife laughed.\n\n\"Oh my God, you noticed that too? He's got the thickest skull in existence. He once walked in on me using a vibrator and he just apologised, grabbed a clean tie and walked out.\"\n\nHarvey sank down into his seat, his ears burning.\n\n\"How do you make it work? I have *got* to know,\" I demanded.\n\n\"I have a little sign that says 'FUCK ME' on it and I show it to him when I'm horny,\" she informed me. \"It's the only thing that works.\"\n\nMonday: The Sign\n\nI stood outside the glass wall of Harvey 's office and knocked. He looked over at me, confused, and beckoned me to come in. I shook my head, slipped the paper out of my bra and pressed it on the glass.\n\nFUCK ME!!!\n\nHe laughed and went back to his computer. His big presentation was coming up. I went back to my desk, giggling. I had an email.\n\nFrom: Harvey\nSubject: Friday\n\nHi Jade,\n\nMy wife wanted to know if you were free for dinner on Friday night at 7.\n\nHarvey\n\nFriday: The Answer\n\nAll it took in the end was dinner, drinks, an Uber back to their place and his wife's permission. Then I held up the little FUCK ME sign and a light finally went on in his head. We both watched as he pushed down his pants and the Anaconda popped out.\n\nMeasuring it would be rude, but let's just say, I have no idea where Wendy in Legal gets her information from, but I will definitely be trusting her in future."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cowgirl blushes hard when a game of truth or dare has one of her friend's dared to drink her milk. She blushes her, even as her nipples stiffen...
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"content": "Even though Amelia blushed hard, her nipples stiffened once she heard Irine daring Mavis to drink her milk. From her kneeling position, the holstaur slouched forward, lowering her face, unable to meet the eyes of those playing their truth or dare game.\n\n\r \nHowever, she couldn’t stop her wide grin, much less her swinging tail. Her dream was coming true. Soon, she would feed someone her own milk.\n\n\r \nA pair of feet appeared on her field of view and a hand touched her shoulder.\n\n\r \n“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Mavis’ voice brushed her long, fur coated ears.\r \n“It’s okay.” She managed to reply, still not meeting Mavis’ gaze. “Come.” Amelia tapped her thigh. “You can rest your head here.”\n\n\r \nAs Mavis laid where the holstaur offered, Amelia took off her sweater. Despite having discarded an article of clothing, Amelia felt warm. And though she felt the heat conquer every inch of her body, she shivered. But one place burned hotter than the rest.\n\n\r \nHer chest.\n\n\r \nCradled only by her bra, her tits claimed all eyes to themselves. Each and every scorching gaze awaited for their inevitable unveiling.\n\n\r \nAware of the expectation placed on her shoulders, and still facing downward, Amelia unfastened the clasps of her last garment. Slowly, the holstaur removed the straps. Only the cups remained.\n\n\r \nA caress at her side by Mavis reminded Amelia of the young woman’s offer. She didn’t have to do this. She was aware of that as well.\n\n\r \nMavis just didn’t understand how hard it was for one to be so turned on they had to stop for a few moments to focus back on whatever they were doing.\n\n\r \nAfter a couple of deep breaths, the cups were gone. The bra cast aside along with the sweater, her tits laid bare for all to see. For all to stare. To gawk at their immensity, their heft. To envy the woman resting on her lap.\n\n\r \nAmelia slowly leaned forward. Mavis parted her lips, eager to receive the warm stream of dairy. As the first droplets left her tits onto her friend’s mouth, her body responded to the intimate act with even more heat gathering at her core.\n\n\r \nThe holstaur was aware her face was getting redder and redder, but she didn’t care. This was something she had desired for far too long, and she would revel in every moment of it.\n\n\r \nA muffled moan from Mavis announced the moment her suckling changed the stream from a trickle to a flow. The constant pull on Amelia’s teats further ignited the fire within her.\n\n\r \nThere was nothing to muffle her own moans, though. Everyone heard as the holstaur voiced her pleasure. When her lungs went to be refilled, it pushed her supple flesh all the further into Mavis’ mouth, the moisture of milk, lips and a tongue a bliss on her bare skin. Amelia’s tits were soft, but she could somehow feel that her partner’s lips were even softer. A ring of velvet that drew her flesh in and out, over and over, draining her of her production.\n\n\r \nTo watch someone enjoy the milk she produced was a feeling the holstaur could get used to.\n\n\r \nAnd she planned on getting very used to it indeed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Noticing that her milf of a mom hasnt had a date in 7 years, 19yo partygirl Stacy decides to use a possession spell to help her mom out
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"content": "Part 1\n\n---\n*Another day,* Stacy thought, *another fight.* \nShe didn't even know how it started. At this point, she stopped keeping track. It had been seven years since her dad walked out on her and her mom, Rachel, and ever since then it felt like they couldn't go more than twenty-four hours without something boiling over. It got even worse when Stacy graduated high school. She wanted to go to college and study anthropology, but without Dad, the money just wasn't there. \n*Without Dad,* Stacy thought, *it always circles back to that.* \nRachel always said that she didn't care about him, that him walking out proved they were better off without him. But between the constant arguments and the fact that Mom had never been with another man since he left, it was easy to tell that deep down, she was still hurting.\n\nAnd it killed Stacy to see that. Her mother was a beautiful woman. Even after nineteen years of motherhood, she still had a rocking body, with fat, firm tits, broad hips, and thick thighs. Stacy took after her mother in many ways, but she could only hope she'd grow into the voluptuous woman her mom was. But Rachel never let her sexiness go to her head. She was always kind and caring to everyone around her, and never even dreamed of cheating on her husband. Which made the breakup sting even harder.\n\nStacy knew she had to do something to make her mom feel better about herself. She just didn't know what until one day when she was in the library, browsing the occult shelf. She had always been fascinated by the mystic side of human culture. She never really considered herself a believer, but she knew there was a lot to learn about how the human mind worked from the stories and rituals it would conjure, especially when they went against the standards of the mainstream society that birthed them. As she scanned the shelf with her finger, she found a book that she had never seen before. It had no call letters, and no title or author on the faded leather spine. \n*Strange,* Stacy thought as she pulled the book off the shelf. \nThe cover had Latin text written on it, scratched into the leather as if by hand with a knife, rather than by any mechanical printing or engraving method. \n**COR ET ANIMAM ARCANA** \n\"Secrets of the Heart and Soul?\" Stacy translated. \nShe opened the book up, flipping through the yellowed pages. The text was written by hand in a mix of English and Latin, and seemed to describe a plethora of spells and rituals that, true to the title, all related to some vaguely defined \"human essence\". Stacy took out her phone and Googled the title, but no relevant results came up. \n*This is weird,* she thought, *it's like the book just... appeared out of thin air in this library.* \nA shiver went down Stacy's spine, and she got the sense that her words were more literal than she intended. She reached the back cover, and saw something written in a different hand to the rest of the book. \n\"May this text always answer to a heart in need, wherever in the land they may be. -- M\" \nStacy slammed the book shut in fright. It had to all be coincidence. An old book that was lost in the shuffle years ago and only recently put back on the shelf. But then why didn't it have call letters, or a checkout sheet? Maybe it didn't actually belong to the library, and was accidentally mixed in with a lot of returned books and shelved just out of habit. But no amount of rationalizing would relieve Stacy of her goosebumps. She hated to admit it, but the book had a strange aura to it. Tentatively, she opened the book back up. The pages fell seemingly randomly, displaying a page with a header that nearly made Stacy knock over the shelf behind her. \n**TO GUIDE A LOST HEART**\n\nRachel woke up the next morning feeling groggy and miserable. She thought about yesterday afternoon, how she had somehow ended up yelling at Stacy over a misplaced glass in the dishwasher. It seemed insane that something so small could set her off, but this was just how things had been. Ever since Ryan left, something she couldn't pin down had changed, like a piece of her was missing. She knew she shouldn't take it out on her daughter, and she certainly didn't want to, but the more she tried to rein her feelings in, the more violently they exploded out. She needed to apologize... again. \nRachel went down the stairs into the living room, where Stacy sat on the couch, reading a book as she sipped on a cup of coffee. \n\"Stacy,\" she said, \"I wanted to... apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have lashed out at you the way I did.\" \nStacy sighed. \n\"I know, but you always do.\" Stacy said, setting her empty mug down on the end table, \"And it gets frustrating.\" \n\"I'm sure it does. I'm sorry, Stacy. I'm trying to be better, but... it's harder than you realize.\" \n\"You're right. But I want to help you anyway, and... I think I have an idea for how.\" \n\"What do you mean?\" \nStacy chanted something Rachel didn't understand, then slumped down on the couch. Rachel smelled something strange, like salted caramel and lemon zest. Her nose and tongue began to tingle, then her neck and chest, then every extremity of her body. She doubled over and clutched her scalp as a headache began to split her skull. Then, as soon as it started, it was over. She heard a voice in her head, but it wasn't her own. \n*Wow, Mom,* Stacy said, *I knew you had a great body, but I never knew how comfortable it would be.* \n\"Stacy?\" Rachel said, \"Where are you?\" \n*I'm inside your body. Hope you don't mind a little harmless witchcraft.* \n\"Witchcraft? You call this harmless?\" \n*Nothing bad will happen, I promise. I just want to help you break your little dry spell.* \n\"And how do you propose to do that?\" \n*Remember Wayne, from school? He's coming over this afternoon to hang by the pool with me. I'm gonna be inside, sleeping off a cold as far as he knows, but you'll be there to... entertain him instead.* \n\"You're trying to set me up on a date with one of your school friends?\" \n*He's not a little boy anymore, Mom. Besides, he's been into you for years, there's no chance he's gonna pass this up. But first, we need to get you dressed.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His roommate was a relentless tease, always making out with her hot girlfriend right in front of him and wearing suggestive clothing. His patience finally pays off when her girlfriend decides he's had enough and brings him into the bedroom with them.
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"content": "Being new in town (from the East Coast), a student, a p/t Uber driver, and a p/t bartender. As an USMC veteran, I bought the [3 Br house](https://www.theplancollection.com/house-plans/plan-1242-square-feet-3-bedroom-2-bathroom-craftsman-style-3049) just off campus, across the street from the *Kappa Alpha Theta* Sorority House.\n\nMy reputation is of a cute, pretty laid-back guy. But that's hasn't done much good with competing with the jocks and frat boys on campus. My best bet was to be patient and let myself be *known*, develop a REP. But also, I had a plan to meet multiple women without having to *hit on* so many women. I was looking for an attractive Bisexual woman.\n\nYou're certainly my ideal, a woman that's fit, toned, in shape, long-legged, slim hipped, narrow-waisted, and a bit more bust than buns. There's nothing thicc about you. When I heard at the bar that you could no longer afford to live in the *Theta* house, I saw the perfect option for both of us. I offered and we discussed you renting one of my guest bedrooms. After showing you my home, you gave it a few days thoughts before excepting.\n\nI played it *cool*, not trying to force any chemistry between us, just being a considerate roommate. I figured maybe nothing would developed between the two of us, I hoped that, at the least, you'd put in a good word for me to your hot *sisters* when they came to visit or to spent the night with you. Well, that was my fantasy anyway.\n\nAt first you showed little sign of our relationship being more than roommates. \nBut as you found that I was a *decent* guy, your playful teases and choice of attire became more and more suggestive. It also became common for you and your BFF's to make out in front of me, a show of exhibitionism? I tried not to blush and kept my composure. I knew full well how often my erection was evident.\n\nNot sure if I was being *baited*, patiently I kept my thoughts to myself. Then alone late one night, while sharing drinks and some weed, I playfully joked with you. \"It's hard enough for me competing with the jocks and frat boys for dates. But, with you being Bi-sexual, you're also attracting the exact women that appeal to me! What's a guy to do?\" We laughed.\n\nWas that admission of mine the tipping point? Finishing my late evening shower, I changed into a T-shirt and sweat shorts, and mixed a drink, Walking to the living room, the only light was from scented candles and there was the delightful scent of weed. I heard the giggles and loud kisses before seeing the two of you on the couch. Clad only in panties and unbuttoned blouses, hands were slowly exploring breasts and groins.\n\nOnce again caught off guard and also fully erect, I could only playfully ask smirkingly, \"Uh, can I get either of you a drink?\" Your joint response melted my heart! I was so ready for this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Your very own Indecent Proposal
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"content": "A wealthy businessman hears a couple of women talking. One tells her wife about her breeding kink and her wish she could get pregnant, and they fret over the expense of IVF. Struck by her beauty, and the obvious enthusiasm she has for her kink, he offers them 20 million dollars to let him impregnate her the old-fashioned way, having sex with her as often as is needed to get her pregnant, and for her to send him pictures and videos documenting her pregnancy journey. Though she strongly prefers women, she's visibly aroused at the prospect. Surprisingly, Her wife likes the idea of pimping her out...\n\n(No NTR please. She stays with her wife, even if She picks up an ongoing relationship with the guy)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman (or better yet, multiple women?), comfortably restrained with their legs spread (and up), so absolutely ‘everything’ is very clearly on display — for some sort of (adult-only) mixed-gender viewing by lots of people in a VERY public way like a gallery space with LOTS of natural daylight.
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"content": "I was in new york before the pandemic struck, mule-ing a few cheap prescriptions, taking in the sights before I headed back home, when I passed by an art gallery called 'exposed; adults only'. It was quiet leading in, no line up and few patrons stopping by, and I'm always interested in an 'adults only' art. I couldn't think of a reason not to head in, so I did. At the front there was a... secretary, or maybe greeter that I met, shuffling and scriblling on various sheets of paper with a slow, lax attitude. She glanced up her demeanor shifting imediately. \n\"Oh, hello! How can I help you?\" \n\n\n\"Well, I just wanted to take a look around. How much is admission?\" \n\"Well, we're sponsored by dove so admission's free.\" I grimaced. I'd rather have paid and not had the name drop, but fine, whatever. I leaned in. \n\n\n\"So what kind of exhibit is this? Like what does the artist like to make?\" The greeter scratched her ear, pausing to think. \n\n\n\"...kind of a performance art piece, I guess? I'd tell you about it but the artist said they'd rather not ruin the surprise.\" \n\n\n\"Gotcha. I'll check it out then.\" I walked around the greeter and stepped into another room. Clearly this was the display room, the white walls and polished floor taking no attention away from the pieces on the wall. Or rather the women that were bound \\*to\\* the wall. 6 women each different in race, height, body type and weight were lined along either side of the gallery, all naked. Quietly thinking to myself 'I love this city.' I stepped toward the first one on the right side. \n\n\nShe had a calm air about her, a sort of mid tier boredom like the secretary in the front. She nodded as I stepped up, awkwardly trying not to make eye contact as I looked at her naked form. Her legs were spread, her knees lifted and parted slightly by a pair of stirrups as she sat on a pedestal, her arms dangling lazily at her sides. Her breasts were bare and kind of small, she had a freckle on her left lip, and had shaved at some point recently. Even without I could guess that the carpet did not match the drapes from the unatural crimson color her hair took. \n\n\n\"Hi.\" I started\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Seen enough?\" She asked. There wasn't any malice behind the question, more boredom. I wondered how long this exhibit had been open today. \n\n\n\"Uh, I guess.\" My eyes trailed down her form once more, landing back up at her head. \"So, what do you do?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Well, here I'm an 'art piece'. But I usually have bigger audiences on weekends.\" \n\n\n\"How long has this place been open?\" I asked. \"I mean, if it's been here long enough for you to have a permanent-\" \n\n\n\"No, no, I mean at my other job. This is more like a one and done thing.\" \n\n\n\"Oh. So what do you normally do?\" \n\n\n\"I'm a stripper.\" \n\n\n\"Oh, so for you this isn't that much different?\" \n\n\n\"Well... yeah... kinda. I mean that's what I thought signing up, but it's actually a whole different skill set. I mean, I kinda just have to stay still like this for the next 9 hours. All the blood\" She picked up her arms and stretched a bit \"Keeps going to my fingers, ykno?\" \n\n\n\"Ah, brutal. So, you're an art piece here?\" \n\n\n\"Yeah. Personally, I don't think it works.\" \n\n\n\"What do you mean?\" \n\n\n\"Well, like, this is supposed to be a lot of different ideas, right? Like, it's 'appreciating the human form', it's 'criticizing the sexualization and objectification of women in media', it's 'having a bunch of people in their barest most vulnerable form', that kind of thing. I liked those ideas, but I don't think there's a way to be that artsy when you're looking at someone naked in front of you. I mean, this is supposed to stop objectification but besides shit I already told you, try to name 3 things about me.\" \n\n\n\"ok... uh... you dye your hair\" \n\n\n\"Well, I didn't need to get naked for you to figure that out\" \n\n\n\"You... have a freckle on your left lip.\" \n\n\n\"Yeah, that's been there since birth. But that doesn't really tell you anything about me.\" \n\n\n\"Your boobs are nice?\" \n\n\n\"See? Like, right now, I can tell your a tourist cause you're taking this all so casually, I can tell you've got a lot of time to kill because you're wandering around a gallery at 1 in the afternoon, and you don't have much money because you asked michelle for the price of admission.\" \n\n\n\"That's... true...\" \n\n\n\"Personally, I think if you wanted to stop exploitation and objectification of women, showing them naked really isn't gonna help. No matter what you put up in general, someone's going to find something fetishistic about it, or make it fetishistic. It's the way of the world right now.\" \n\n\n\"Is that good?\" \n\n\n\"eh... I mean, if it weren't for toxic masculinity and a desperation to overcompensate and objectify women constantly, I'd probably be out of a job, but I see it as just another factor of the world around us being so much harsher than it needs to be. I mean, I like stripping cause I've got an exhibitionism side, but I'm not worried about me. There are girls working at the clubs I go to that really don't have any choice *but* to strip in order to afford rent and food, and hell, that goes double for the guys that sell coke outside the club. I mean, they're drowning in student debt, they have no home, they can't even talk shit about the club they're working at or form a union without being scheduled on a weekday.\" \n\n\n\"Well, that's not too bad...\" \n\n\n\"It's horrible! The managers don't actually pay for your services, you pay them and then get to take whatever tips are thrown on the floor. I've had nights where I ended up losing money, just to get naked for a few truckers that didn't think I was worth the last crusty five they had! But ykno, I bitch and moan on facebook, or bring it up to the other girls and try to organize to get us out of there, and suddenly everyone's shifts change. Everyone's replaceable, and every club is constantly hiring and firing. Worse than that, it's not as if we're making any kind of real money. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's better than walmart by a depressing amount, but still not enough for a living wage. There's a lot of nights where I had to choose food or rent. Heat or light. Wifi or perscription\" She sighed. \n\n\n\"Sounds rough.\" \n\n\n\"It is what it is.\" The last part of her rant clicked for me and I pulled out my phone. \n\n\n\"Oh, um, what kind of pills are you taking?\" I asked. \n\n\n\"Xanax.\" \n\n\n\"Ah' I put away my phone \"Nevermind. I mule drugs, but I was just doing diltiazem, isradipine, insulin and zoloft so... guess I can't help there.\" \n\n\n\"Eh, it's fine. I can pay for my own meds anyway. Just... ykno, can't afford therapy.\" \n\n\n\"Yeah.\" I stepped to the next girl. She was a little more chubby than the first, her legs spread in a similar way. Her pedestal was slightly higher, bringing her pussy to about eye level for me so it was the first thing I'd noticed. Puffy, small, thin, most of the pink was clearly internal. I glanced up to the woman, letting my eyes linger on her medium sized breasts as I finally met her eyes. She was blushing heavily, shaking a little as I looked into her face. She was clearly not comfortable with anything that was happening. She must've been... early 40s? Late 30s? She seemed more the kind of church going/ mom type, the kind that would sooner be protesting this gallery than being a part of it. Her hands were already moving to cover herself as I'd came close. \n\n\n\"Um... I think I'm going to leave.\" She muttered. \n\n\n\"Why?\" I asked. \n\n\n\"I thought there was more of a point behind this gallery! But it's just letting random creeps walk in and see my cooch?! To hell with that!\" The first girl started laughing, finding the seed of doubt she'd planted hilarious. \"Oh, shut up Becca! Not everyone went to Julliard!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Really, she wasn't sure exactly how or when She had become the party's free use elf, or when she started dressing for ease of access, but she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it...
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"content": "The Goliath barbarian whistled and snapped. Before Faelith knew what she was doing, her battleskirt was pulled aside and she was grinding against him. The paladin and Wizard glanced over at the sound of movement before returning to the map ahead of them. \n\n“Yorn, you’d think you’d take care of that *before* meeting for this. We’re planning a damned heist here,” Tramius groaned. The Goliath smiled and shrugged as his massive hands gripped her waist. \n\n“Hey. You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first,” Faelith’s hands felt his large cock beneath Yorn’s pants and negotiated it free of the fabric. She moved without thought now, operating on instinct. She wasn’t sure when this had become the norm, but it had. \n\n“Oh, baby, that’s right,” Yorn groaned as his cockhead slipped into the Druid elf’s wet snatch. He pulled down on her hips, pushing his way inside of her as Tramius and Gilgamesh were sketching on the map. \n\n“Seven Hells, Yorn. Do you have to do it in front of us?” the paladin groaned, smacking his fist onto the table. “At least take this to another room!” Faelith was bouncing quickly now, held easily in the Goliath’s grasp as he lifted and dropped her onto his lap. Loud slaps filled the room as the pair fucked for the tenth time this week. \n\nIt was hard for the elf to hide her arousal. Her nipples were hard, her tunic having been torn off of her now by the partner. Her pussy was slick, exceptionally wet as Yorn’s massive cock filled her and pulled out in rhythmic pleasure. Her lips let out soft moans each time the entirety of his shaft filled her hole. \n\n“I’m… almost… done,” the Goliath said through strained teeth. Faelith reached down and cupped his huge balls, knowing it would send him over the edge. True to form, Yorn groaned and pulled her down one last time, shoving his cock into her like a sword into a hilt. \n\nHis body rocked as his eyes rolled back in his head. She felt spurts of seed fill her up, spilling out. Yorn’s hands held her tightly until the ecstasy had passed. When he let her go, she rolled off of him and dropped to her knees she licked his dark cock clean and gathered her tunic. \n\nWith the muscle satiated, Faelith donned her tunic once again. She didn’t mind that it was torn. It would be just easier access. Besides, the seed dripping out of her needed somewhere to go. \n\nShe walked over to the table, tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. “That route is incompatible. The guards always cover that side entrance ever since the raid last month,” she said almost passively. \n\nTramius glanced up at her and back down at the map. “She’s right,” he sighed. Gilgamesh leaned back, his armor clinging loudly. “Okay, so the sewers then?” \n\nFaelith was surprised to hear the sound of Gilg’s steel skirt clatter to the floor. He pushed his own undergarments down next and made eye contact with the elf. “I need a clear mind,” he sighed. “Gods forgive me,” he whispered, quickly laying into a prayer as the elf approached and kneeled at his feet."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A goddess hosts a contest to decide which mortal shall have the privilege of giving her a daughter. Confusion and questions ensue when the goddess picks...the one *woman* who offered herself.
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"content": "\"And what exactly is it that would lead you to believe gods reproduce the same way humans do?\" her voice was smooth and calm, more sweetly explaining her decision than scolding them. She laughed a little, taking the hand of her companion. The woman was pale, had lots of freckles and fiery red hair, she stood about a foot taller than the goddess and seemed more than a little surprised herself. Tallia continued to smile, still holding Autumn's hand. It made her own hand seem a little small by comparison. She said goodbye to everyone, blessed them, and took her new suitor. Tallia had dark skin, also littered with freckles on her cheeks and nose, big green eyes, soft lips, and long black hair with flowers she had let children put in at the beginning of the festival. He appeared to be about 26 and was a very beautiful woman that anyone would have a hard time refusing. She could have probably asked for any women in the village regardless of the competition, but she seemed very fond of Autumn, wanting to be close to her the entire way back to the temple she stayed at when at the village. She liked to stay for as long as she could when she came, fixing and helping with everything she could.\n\nAutumn cleared her throat, getting the goddess's attention. \"Um, My lady, I'll admit i'm entirely certain what it is Im supposed to do.\" She explained as Tallia sat on the big bed with white silk sheets. \"Oh, you're a virgin?\" She asked fixing her long dress so she could sit comfortably. Autumn shook her head quickly \"No, just, as I'm sure you know, human women can only be given child by men and I don't exactly know how I help you.\" She seemed a little embarrassed, she wanted the goddess's approval but not knowing what to do didn't exactly make her feel smart. Tallia gave sweet warm smile standing up again, placing one hand on Autumn's arm and the other in her own hand, gently leading her to the bed. \"Don't worry at all,\" She laid back and had Autumn follow, now on top of the goddess \"I'll help you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Three attempts to resurrect your dead lover failed, leaving them a functional body with a new brain, a mind inside a fembot, and a voyeuristic ghost. Who knew you could be polyamorous with the same person?
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"content": "Seeing her body from the outside was surprisingly hot, Jessica decided. She had seen her reflection and pictures of herself many times, but she had never seen herself like this. This naked version of herself looked at Jessica with a look that she expected. It was a combination of curiosity and slight confusion. The woman walked up to Jessica, unsure of her inhuman but nude presence. \n\n“You probably have many questions. I have my own fair of questions,” Jessica said. Jessica squeezed her large breasts and pinched her tits until they opened to reveal her motherboard. She wasn’t always like this. Three months ago, she was involved in an accident. Jessica found herself plugged into wires in Michael’s lab when she woke up. Michael never spoke about his work, just that it involved machines. “Who are you?” \n\nWith her lips quivering, the woman spoke, “I don’t know. I can’t remember anything.” That was to be expected. Michael had explained to Jessica that her ghost reached out to him and told him to rebuild her. She would have had a hard time believing that were it not for the fact that she was now a sex robot. Michael was able to create a digital and physical copy of herself, but not without problems. While he could recreate her physically and digitally, he couldn’t put Jessica's digital mind inside her physical brain. At the very least, Michael was able to put her mind inside a robot. \n\n“You’re me. Your brain is a one-to-one copy of my brain, but you don’t have my memories. You’re essentially a blank slate. As for me, I’m a simulated version of my mind.” \n\nThe amnesiac Jessica nodded her head. “I see. So, what now?” \n\nThe wires disconnected from the robotic Jessica, and she stepped down towards her biological counterpart. She could feel the arousal rising. “We could make out. Since you have my body, I know where to touch and how to turn you on.” \n\n“Wow,” the organic Jessica said, before her sexy robotic counterpart kissed her on the lips. When she was alive, Jessica would make head turns with her natural looks. But the robotic Jessica was a sexy parody of herself with her wide hips and doll-like face. Jessica even had a function where rubbing her tits would send her over the edge. She had to thank Michael for that idea. \n\n“Don’t tell me you’re about to start without me.” \n\nThe two Jessicas turned to see a man wearing a cocky smile. “Jessica, I want you to meet my husband, Michael.” \n\n“Yep, the smartest man who brought his wife back from the grave at your service.” \n\n“Partially,” reminded the dolled Jessica. \n\n“Yeah, yeah,” Michael said. “What do you think of the results?” \n\nThe two Jessicas were about to speak when a ghostly Jessica appeared. This Jessica was translucent and waved in the air as if floating in water. Michael couldn’t touch the apparition, but she could touch him back. “I like it. It’s not what I imagined, but we can work with it.” \n \n“How about we work with it now and get to know each other better?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jack decided to attend his mate’s party but as he arrived at the doors the security guard stoop him. “Sorry, it’s a costume party, rules are you can’t attend without one. If you like, there’s a box of spares in the shed, good luck” Jack walked to the box and frowned at the options
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"content": "The excitement from being invited to an 'investor' party where he would rub elbows with venture capitalist wore off quickly as he drove out of the city. The curvy back country road off the main highway was a nice distraction for him. He missed the gated driveway with the glowing house number. He had to drive another mile to find the next driveway to get turned back around. His door was opened by a valet at the front door of the massive house. \r \n\r \nThe bouncer at Max's party had directed Jack to the 'shed' where the spare, lost, and forgotten costumes where stored. The walk around the house had Jack pondering what makes a house a mansion. His phone glowed in his hand as he searched the world wide web for an answer. Turns out that a house is a Mansion if it is ten thousand square feet and has a dedicated room for entertainment. He also ran the address through the State's Property Assessor's site where he learned that the house was over a hundred and fifty years old. He was still shaking his head in disbelief that he was actually at a mansion.\r \n\r \nJack could hear the loud thumping base line of a song coming from the long connecting center of the \"H\" shaped house. It was a song he knew by heart, one that was climbing the current radio charts. It was comforting that it wasn't going to be a party with unfamiliar music. The music faded as he walked along the path from the back porch deeper into the formal garden. The aromatic flora's aroma elicited a calming affect deep in his chest as he fast walked toward a darken structure. There was a small yellow light above a double glass door he was aiming for all the while hoping it was the 'shed' which looked more and more like a elaborate Edwardian greenhouse. \r \n\r \nThe structure illuminated itself when he was a few paces from the doorway. Inside was filled with lush greenery and brilliant purple and yellow flowers. He came to a halt for the doors to finish opening themselves only to be greeted by a man dressed in a black suit, white shirt, accented with a red bow tie and cummerbund.\r \n\r \n\"Welcome,\" the stranger began, \"Don't worry we have something your size inside.\"\r \n\r \nJack puzzled to himself, 'a bear suit must be a one fit thing, surely.' He followed his guide around the curving pathway that lead them both deeper into the structure. In the center of the glass walls was a white tent with clear arched windows with faux mullion and Mullins. His guide walked them around and halfway down the long side to enter the tent. There was a table with stacked boxes in the center and a smaller tent, a changing room, opposite it. His guide offered a box off the table, \"Sir, step inside and remove your clothes, please.\"\r \n\r \nJack was thankful for the privacy the smaller tent provided as he began removing his shirt and pants. He slipped his shoes back on as he left the dressing tent in only his boxers and shoes. \"er, Sir,\" The Guide said, \"We have shoes and underwear that matches the costume.\" Jack shrugged turning back towards the dressing tent. He held out his hand for what ever costume was going to be offered. He sucked in a deep breath as the other guy pulled him out of the tent with a firm handshake. The other guy tsk'd before reaching into his own pant's pocket for a small hair clipper.\r \n\r \nJack was taken aback and frozen in place as the guy firmly grasped his cock with one hand while turning on the clipper with his other one. The clipper vibrated across his mons quickly shearing off his pubes. Jack let out his breath now that he believed it was over. The guy pulled his sack to the opposite side of the clipper, then the other way, taking all the hair off his sack in three quick strokes. Jack's penis was still getting aroused to his chagrin while the guy swapped devices; he pulled out a cordless shaver from the same pocket. It was over before Jack could inhale another breath. He stood there looking at his naked, hairless cock and balls throbbing in the warm greenhouse air.\r \n\r \nThe suited man opened a box on the table withdrawing makeup. He was quick with the application of foundation, moving on to eye shadow, and mascara. Jack forgot about his cock while focusing on the new sensations of having make up applied. His body refused to mimic the puckered lips of his tormentor. The guy just stood there waiting for him to comply. The thought, 'in for a penny...' sprang into Jack's mind. He related the lipstick to the feeling of chapstick albeit with a different odor. His hair was slicked back and capped with a stocking that was pinned in place before a curly blonde wig was like wise pinned in place.\r \n\r \nJack was admiring his new look's reflection in the wrinkled plastic window. He had to wiggle his torso slightly to get the fuller picture of himself. His attention snapped back to the guy manipulating his cock and balls. He'd coaxed Jack's balls up and inside then pinched the flesh above his cock to hold them there. The guy quickly applied a paste to the new crevice while working the crevice down between his legs. Before Jack knew what was happening his own flesh was hiding his cock and formed a nice creased clef mimicking a vluvla. His flesh in that area began to tighten and strain the pinched together flesh down there. \r \n\r \n\"Breathe, slow,\" the guy said in a calm easy voice, \"relax.\" \r \n\r \n\"That's impossible,\" Jack mumbled.\r \n\r \n\"And yet,\" the guy breathed in, \"done.\" He stepped back and let Jack have a long look at himself in the rippled plastic window. He took back Jack's attention when he wrapped a corset around his midsection. The guy's attention was on his own fingers pulling tension into the binding ribbon. Jack's amazement was plain on his face that he ignored as the corset was tensioned to pull the bottom of his ribs inward as well as his new narrowed waistline. The effect was to accent his narrow hips as if they were much much wider. The next thing to come out of the box were a set of false breasts that had already been applied with a double sided tape that the Guy untapped before pressing onto his chest behind the corset's cups. \r \n\r \nThe new twin bulges hid his view of his own hidden sex bits. He had to lean forward to see his own feet. The guy tipped his chin upward with a two finger gesture under Jack's chin. Jack felt the goo being applied to the seam between the fake boobs and his own chest. The Guy was smearing something else along the same seam and over the top of the breast forms. 'Makeup!' realized the Guy was applying the same foundation to the forms, seamlessly blending them into him. They looked so damn realistic, the same coloring, and the rising and falling of his shallow breaths. \"Amazing!\" Jack uttered.\r \n\r \nThe guy didn't seem fazed with his utterance, but pulled a frilly pink ruffled pair of panties from the box. He bent down and helped Jack step into them. Jack sharply inhaled feeling the brush of fabric against his anus. He turned so his ass was reflected in the plastic window. The ruffles curved with his ass giving him a larger back end and wider hips. His cock was struggling to engorge with the confused vision he saw in the window. \r \n\r \nThere wasn't any hesitation on his part stepping into the pink lacy dress with a tutu under the skirt. He snickered at the reflected image of his ruffled panties peeking out under the tutu. \"Nice,\" he quipped, \"The pink looks so good contrasting the white skirt.\"\r \n\r \n\"Tutu,\" the guy corrected, \"Its a tutu, not a skirt there sweetie.\" Jack felt a giddy bubbling in his stomach at his calling him 'sweetie'."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A fiercely protective dragon girl gets enraged when her human boyfriend is set up for a political marriage. When she goes to confront her rival, she finds herself seduced by her beauty and roped into a threesome. Is sharing so bad?
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"content": "*Bitch thought she could just steal my treasure?*\n\nTioman sneered, resting a heavily clawed hand atop Prinhan's head as it slid up and down her cock. She shifted, sweat dripping down from her dark skin onto the crimson scales of her leg as she gently squeezed her toeclaws around her boyfriend's cock, rewarding her with pitiful moans as he worshipped her mighty, throbbing balls beneath Prin's head. \n\n*I won't relinquish a single coin from my horde... Especially not my darling... So if you want him...*\n\n*\"I'll just have to claim you as well~\"*, she chuckled, giving the wide eyed girl a snaggle-toothed grin as she curled her free leg around her back and pulled her down onto her cock. She *adored* that look, half surprise, half submissive shock... She loved it whenever her hubby gave it to her, on those (frequent) occasions she made her desiring insinuations, and she loved it now.\n\nStill, it was an unexpected outcome of this whole thing. Tioman had known Jake the Third for his whole life, the time they spent together in their youth, the time of his coming of age and the present she gave to him. Oh how she loved that gaze when she shoved a coin into his hands and whispered to him how she would never part with a single droplet of wealth... *So now i'll just have to take you, as my prized treasure~*\n\nShe held him firmly, but gently as she flew back to her home, as though he were the most precious thing ever. She remembered how he melted into her kiss, barely managing to hold on as she pressed him into the mounds of glimmering gold, as she stripped away his clothing and revealed to him her staggeringly sizeable cock. A little quirk of her birth... One that towered over her treasure's comparitively miniscule blade... Truly, like comparing a hunter's skinning knife to a cavalry lance. \n\nThat was a wonderful day... Spending all of that pent up adoration and - dare she say it - love she had felt all these years... Watching him squirm as her hips slapped against his rear, hearing him moan as her hands stroked and jerked his cock, whine as she let her fangs pierce his soft and sensitive skin. To say she was making love would be both disingenuine and an understatement... What she felt was a passion and need beyond reason, and as his exhausted body lay in her arms, her ferocity and passion gave way to such a tenderness that threatened to crush her poor boy. She swore never to let go of him, not for the moons nor the stars nor time itself, though eventually she did have to budge for the inexorable march of time (not that she'd ever let that grudge slip from her mind).\n\nTioman loved Jake so much more than anything else before... So to hear of some black hearted scheme to see her **prized bloody treasure** married off to some harlot he'd never bloody seen before, it took all the poor boy had to stop her from simply razing the offending party in one fell swoop. Her blood was boiling, and when the day finally came she demanded to accompany him. She would not allow it, full stop.\n\nImagine the poor dragon's face when she saw her rival. The stunning beauty of blonde hair pulled into a lengthy, braided ponytail. The ivory dress, accompanying marble skin, and - curiously enough - Laquine ears perched atop her head and folded back... Cream white, rather than the somewhat faded blonde. Gods above she was tall, her nose pointed upwards slightly, and the grace she carried herself with made her a sight to behold. The poor dragon was left speechless... **This** was the one stealing her treasure? *Daughter of a Bastard!*\n\nWhen the princess caught the flustered and bewildered dragon staring at her, she gave only a knowing smile and a disarming giggle. The dread beast snapped to attention, face blooming a bright pink, before scoffing rather unconvincingly and looking aside. What a mess she was making of this... Not only was her treasure being stolen by some... Royal Bunnygirl... But said Bunnygirl was **really fucking pretty!**\n\n*This... Won't... Do...* \n\nNo chance of nipping this in the bud... She'd need to find another solution to this conundrum. She had a couple ideas... \n\n> ***Just putting this out here, it's 3 am, inspiration struck, fuck me... I'll return later***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she met up with a childhood friend, they play wrestled, just like they used to. Of course, back then, she wasn't so busty... And he wasn't as likely to get such a distracting erection...
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"content": "“Charlie!”, Anna yelled as she came rushing out of the house to meet her friend.\n\nIt’s been years since they last saw each other face-to-face; far too long. Being an ocean away as a military kid, recently made an adult, definitely didn’t make it easy to just jaunt over on a regular basis, but time most certainly got away from them. And as Anna barrelled towards Charlie as he stepped out of the car, it didn’t take him long to notice a difference.\n\nAnna threw herself onto Charlie and literally sweeping him off his feet. Charlie turned to his side midair, grasping onto Anna however he could as they both went down together. Side-by-side, and Charlie dazed, Anna took the opportunity to get the upper hand. With a quick lift of her leg and a lean, she was on top of Charlie and had him pinned, sitting on his stomach.\n\nAs Charlie looked up into the air, he couldn’t see the victor’s face at first; only the underside of two mounds hanging from underneath a shirt glared by the sun. The weight of her sitting on his stomach and the sight of seeing how much his friend had changed made him feel a little warm there. As he tried to hide it by crossing his legs, her face came into view though as she slid down to meet Charlie’s face.\n\n“Well lookie here. First time we meet in years, and I beat you literally first things first”, Anna goaded.\n\n“Yeah, you win”, Charlie says with a chuckle after. “I just was not expecting you. I think I’ll win the next time though you challenge me.”\n\n“We’ll just have to see about that later, Charlie boy”, she snickers as she corrects herself upright and unsaddles off of Charlie. \n\nCharlie shoots back up, and hunches a bit to hide the slight arousal he is now feeling creep up. \n\n“I’m so glad you were able to come back finally”, Anna says as she wraps her arms around Charlie as he still tries to hunch. “Come on, we got dinner nearly ready, just in time”\n\nAnna breaks the hug and begins to walk towards the front door, Charlie beside her. Anna lifts her shirt up to wipe her face of sweat, drawing Charlie’s eye from the quick movement. She had such a busty figure now as a new adult like Charlie was; the bra Anna wore seemed to struggle in keeping her puppies in line, a grey couple of cups holding back true peachy coloured watermelons. The idea of the bra snapping now raced through Charlie’s mind, a guilty curiosity for sure. But as Charlie’s good angel seemed to tell him, having these thoughts about _just friends_ should be avoided.\n\nAlthough Anna might have changed significantly, not much else about the house on their farm did. Anna’s parents looked the same as they did 8 or so years ago, the table was the same, and the window out to the barn behind the drive seemed like it didn’t even gain an extra scratch. They all sat down to begin eating.\n\n“So Charlie”, began Anna’s mom, “you should tell us about how your life had been in the UK! How was school there? How are your parents? Did you meet any really cool friends, or even significant others, while there? Did you…”\n\n“Mom, relax!”, Anna interjected. “He can only say one thing at a time. Why not start with your friends…or even girlfriends, Charlie?”\n\n“Right”, Charlie pondered. “Well, it’s hard, I guess. I’m not much a party person or a dating app person, but I guess I got a good group. Had some girlfriends before here and there, but not dating anyone now though. I find the city girls to maybe be a bit…vapid.”\n\n“Ooh, ‘vapid’. What a fancy British-y word”, exclaimed Anna’s mom. “You’ll have to tell me more of those. But what about school, speaking of which? I hear you have to wear uniforms there and all that, yeah?”\n\n“Oh yeah, but I don’t much care for those with all honesty. Very itchy wool, and you gotta wear them even in blistering sun”, Charlie explained.\n\n“I like your uniform though”, Anna spoke up as she showed it on her phone to a photo on Charlie’s Instagram. “Looks great on you; maybe you can get me one”, she jokes.\n\n“Better on you than me probably”, Charlie jokes back. “It’s more expensive for girls though, for reasons I don’t know why.”\n\n“I know why!”, Anna’s father exclaims, making a gesture about having a big chest and then cracking himself up.\n\n“Eric!”, Anna’s mother recoils as she smacks him with a napkin. \nShe then turns to Charlie: “Sorry, *he* can be a bit immature when it comes to no longer dealing with little kids anymore. But wow, you’re so grown up. And we’re so proud of you for all the things we hear Anna talk about you doing over there!”\nCharlie turns to Anna, seeing a slight blush wash over her face, growing warmer. \n\nFinishing off dinner and helping to clean up, Charlie looks for his room up the stairs, and finds it at the end of the hall. The room is at the edge of the roof, rising gradually into a slant with about 6 feet of a ceiling parallel to the floor. The bed is against the high wall, with the dressers opposite the bed and barely covering that descending wall."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You flew all the way from Japan to become 2 horny room mate's "Cum Dumpster Slut." It's going to be a big life style change.. but it's a dream come true!
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"content": "“We will be beginning our descent in a moment, we want to thank you for choosing to fly with us today,” the voice over the loudspeaker says. \n\n*well, the moment is finally here, just a few more minutes and I’ll begin my new life, oh god my stomach feels like it’s doing backflips*\n\nI fidget in my seat as the plane touches down, I tug the hem of my skirt, then flatten it back out, I just need something to do with my hands, my heart is racing, and for good reason, I’m leaving my old life behind for good, there’s no turning back now. \n\nIt all started over a year ago, it was my second year in university and at the time I had been so dedicated to my studies I felt burned out and didn’t have a social life to speak of. I turned to gaming for my stress relief, not having friends to play with I would queue into games solo, I had a headset with a mic, but for the longest time I would never use any type of voice chat, until one day that would end up completely changing the direction my life was headed in, though I didn’t know it at the time. \n\nI had just started playing valorant, even though I was new to the game I played lots of shooters before and picked it up pretty quickly. After a few games with some pretty awful teammates and dead comms, I ended up in a game with two players, Ninjaweeb and silentassassin, who were actually using mics. I could tell they knew each other, they joked around during the game and worked together really well. I was glad to just have some competent teammates for a change, though I was pulling my weight just fine though, and I actually got a few compliments from them during the game, and to my surprise afterwards they invited me to their party. I wasn’t used to gaming with other people, it had never really been a social thing for me, but after all the awful teammates I wanted to take the chance to stick with some good ones. \n\nThen one round it ended up down to the whole enemy team and just me. Already they were giving up on this round, but I was fully locked in, I went on a great streak, and to my own shock I managed to win. It was such a great feeling, I was high on adrenaline and they were both cheering me on through comms, telling me how amazing I was. Their compliments felt so good, so without thinking I turned on my mic for the first time. \n\n“Thanks for the compliments guys, but I did get really lucky at the end there!” I said, a smile on my face. They both went silent for a bit. \n\n“Are you a girl?” I hear silentassassin say, I could hear the surprise in his voice. \n\n“Umm, yeah… I hope that’s not like a big deal or anything?” At this point I was having a blast playing with them, and I was worried they wouldn’t want to keep playing with me now that they knew they were gaming with a girl. \n\n“Yeah! That’s better than okay, I mean, I don’t know many girls that play video games, I think it’s awesome that you do!” Ninjaweeb said, instantly reassuring me. \n\n“Yeah, well, gaming is like my only hobby other than studying, so I tend to play a lot whenever school gets stressful,” I told them.\n\n“Oh, you go to school? What are you studying?” Chris asked me as we started another game. \n\n“Computer science, but I’m not very good at it, I’m barely getting by in half my classes. I don’t think I’ve ever been this stressed in my life, and even after all the work I’m just not sure I’m even cut out for it” I told them with a sigh, sagging in my chair. I had gotten back a disappointing test score that day, and I had been beating myself up about it all day.\n\n“Aww, I’m sorry to hear you’re so stressed, but try not to be so down on yourself,” Silentassassin told me immediately. \n\n“Yeah, you’re probably right. And hey, at least I haven’t failed out yet, maybe I can even make it to the end of the semester” I told them.\n\n“Come on cutie, quit being so negative.” Ninjaweeb told me, I started to blush immediately. I wasn’t used to being complimented like that , and I felt my face start to burn up. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. \n\nThey were both quiet for a moment, then ninja spoke up again.“I’m, uh, sorry if the cutie comment made you uncomfortable, its just, your voice is really cute, but you probably hear stuff like that so much its annoying, I’ll cut it out.”\n\n“Its just like you Chris, we meet a cool girl who is into video games and now you’re gonna scare her off,” he said, with a small laugh, but then he got quiet again and said more seriously, “we aren’t scaring you off, are we?”\n\n“What? No, of course not, Its just, well it caught me off guard, I guess I don’t really socialize a lot, and I just… well I’m not used to hearing things like that. I’m not mad though, honestly I’m kind of flattered,” I told them and I could hear them both sigh with relief. \n\n“Well its good you like hearing it, because I can’t get over how cute you sound either,” Silentassassin said, “My name is Jackson by the way, and the Weeb is Chris.”\n\n“Its nice to meet you guys, I’m Hana,” I said “and thanks, but I really don’t see how my voice could be so cute to you both.” I couldn’t help but giggle, their compliments really had lifted my spirits.\n\n“That’s a pretty name, so, uh, if you don’t me asking, where are you from?” Chris said, as we managed to win another match. \n\n“Japan, where are you guys from?” I could hear Chris snort as I told them where I was, Jackson gave a chuckle.\n\n“Oh, uh, well my username is kind of embarrassing now,” Chris stuttered. I couldn’t help but smile at his embarrassment.\n\n“You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m a bit of a Weeb myself,” I said, I was surprised by how quickly I became comfortable with them, talking with them was so much easier than trying to talk to people in person.\n\n“Wow, you really are cool,” Jackson said, “you know, if you ever want to game or just chat, Chris and I are on all the time. We could exchange discords, if you wanted.”\n\n“Yeah! That sounds great, I don’t have anyone to play with and you guys are super cool! I’ve got to log off now, but I’d love to play again later,” we exchanged some goodbyes, and then usernames so we could keep in contact.\n\nThat night was the most fun I had had in a long time, I forgot about the pressures of school, I didn’t feel uncool or like a dork talking with them like I sometimes did with my peers, they were really cool, and after that we began playing together regularly, chatting late at night on discord, and and they quickly became my two best friends, despite them living an ocean away. \n\nAs we got more comfortable though, I did notice that their filter was slowly eroding away. They were trying hard to be polite at first, but as we became friends some of their jokes became more sexual, and they would often remind me they thought my voice sounded cute, or tell me they thought I must be cute too. It made me blush, and I didn’t know what to say, but once again I found myself enjoying the attention they gave me, it felt good to be called cute. And not just cute, they started telling me sometimes, when I said certain things, my voice was even sexy. \n\n“What kind of things do you think sound sexy when I say them?” I asked them, blushing bright red. \n\n“Well, and don’t judge me, but when you were cheering me on last round, you said I was your hero, and well its kinda sexy to be someone’s hero,” Jackson said, he laughed nervously as he said it. I smiled, loving the idea that just a few words from my mouth could make him like this.\n\n“Whats up? You sound a little embarrassed,” I teased him, i bit my lower lip, then I whispered into my mic, “is my hero being shy?” I laughed, but suspiciously Jackson didn’t.\n\n“Sometimes, when you get really upset, you just kind of whisper fuck me,” Chris said, speaking fast, “that does it for me, like a lot,” I could practically hear him blushing through his mic.\n\n“Oh, well,” I smirked, and lowered my voice again. “Well, fuck me, I didn’t know I was exciting you guys so much,” I was squirming in my chair as I kept teasing them. Something about this whole conversation was really exciting me, maybe it was the way they reacted, or how much they seems to be enjoying my teasing.\n\n“Jesus, you are really playing with fire here, when you make your voice like that anything you say sounds sexy already,” Jackson sound just a little out of breath, I didn’t think anything of it at the time, I didn’t realize then just how much they loved my little teasing voices. \n\n“Is that so? Mm, well if you like it so much, maybe ill just always talk like this,” \n\n“You might distract us so much, you’ll tank or win taste,” Chris said, his voice a little tight. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”\n\n“Yeah, of course,” I said, returning to my normal voice. \n\n“Feel free to say no, but we’ve been gaming and chatting for a bit now, and I’m just like really curious, what do you look like?” \n\nI hadn’t even really thought of it, I had seen them because they had shared some photos of themselves over our discord, but they still had no idea what I looked like. “I’ll be right back, don’t start another game yet,” I told them, then I grabbed my phone. I stood up and went to my full length mirror, I snapped a quick picture, and then I decided I should maybe fix my hair first, the headphones had messed it up, and I was wearing like my oldest t shirt, so I changed into a new one, and then, well I spent like fifteen minutes taking selfies before I finally had one I was incident enough to sent. \n\n“Alright, I’m back, dropped something in the discord.” I told them, and I held my breath as they checked it out.\n\n“Oh wow, you are gorgeous,” Jackson said.\n\n“Like, I thought you would be cute, but damn, what the hell are you doing talking to us,” Chris laughed. \n\n“Aww, thanks guys, seriously you are too much,” I said, filled with pride, “and I love talking to you guys, honestly? You two are like my best friends,” i told them, and after a few more matches, Jackson came up with and idea."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Over-the-top, theatrical, and goofy
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"content": "The sorcerous seductress Queen of Diamonds has enacted a surprisingly successful scheme to capture, bimboize, and tame every other super in the city, to show them off and deliciously humiliate them at her grand coronation gala. The only one left to stand in her way is The powerful yet unproven Hydrogen Blonde! Many hold out hope that she's immune to the queen's sluttifying sorcery, what with her already being far more of a ditz then she's willing to admit, but this is... *Not correct*. Also, seeing what's happening to the other supers... It's making her *feel* things... Things that would make her turn absolutely beet red if anyone found out!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humans fuck whenever they want in public and no one thinks twice about it. Just like other animals.
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"content": "Annie waited in line for her coffee, idly browsing through the internet. Every other picture containing a woman showed her bulging with babes. Another sign that the human mating season was in full swing. \n\nShe sighed. Ovulating, horny, and being hit by the mating urges harder than ever, she wanted nothing more than to be bred. Yet somehow, despite her wide birthing hips, watermelon sized tits, and pillowy ass, she had never been bred! Something unheard of for a woman her age.\n\n“Hot coffee with extra extra cream!” She heard called out. At least the caffeine would give her a bit of solace. She took her coffee, held it up to her nose, and enjoyed the relaxing smell of it. Only….it wasn’t coffee she smelled.\n\nHer eyes widened, goosebumps covered her body. She smelled…the heavy musky pheromones of a man ready to breed. She was being stalked, and like a prey animal, all her senses went into overdrive. She sniffed, again and again as she started to shake. Not out of fear, but out of lust. Her legs crossed as she tried to hold in the new leak of sticky juices that has started leaking out of her. She was being hunted, and it was the most exciting thing in her life.\n\nScanning the coffee shop, she saw one of the baristas getting bred as she prepared more coffee, a man holding his two wives by his side, but the one hunting her kept to the shadows.\n\nOut of instinct she left the shop, forgetting about her coffee entirely. Yet the musk was stronger out here. She breathed it in, savoring it, wanting to grab it with her hands and suck it in. But whoever was stalking her wanted a sporting hunt. One she was eager to give him…\n\nShe bolted away, dodging through the crowd, tripping face first into a woman’s ass as she was being bred. She apologized and tried to wipe off the man’s cum to no avail. Her breasts tried to bounce out of her blouse, her ass made her skirt ride up with her size.\n\nThat’s when she heard it, heavy footsteps behind her, the sound of the man stalking her. Her pussy felt Enflamed with lust, a crazed lustfull smile came over her, as the thrill of the chase neared its end.\n\nTurning the corner from an alley. She burst into a crowd…only for a heavy body to smash into her, sending both tumbling to the ground.\n\nA rough hand pinned her head to the ground, and she let out cute whimpers as she wiggled her butt closer to him. Her body taking over and giving itself to him. \n\nFor a tense moment…nothing….until a large, wet cock pushed its way inside, scraping her insides and causing Annie to Moan under its influence. A few gathered to watch but she barely noticed as the strangers cock dug it’s way inside her, burrowing deeper and deeper, going deeper everytime she thought it couldn’t go farther.\n\nUntil I’m crushed into her cervix.\n\nAnnie screamed as the mix of pain and pleasure made her lower half go limp, only allowing her breeder to more easily begin thrusting into her as she drooled on the pavement.\n\nBearish grunts emanated from behind her, as rough hands felt up her breasts, and tore of clothes. Bare abs exposed to all, her cheeks went red, as her asscheeks were slapped red, every loud *THWACK* letting loose another moan, or another convulse of her body.\n\nSoon enough she could control herself no more, and she came on the strangers massive cock as he steadily but roughly fucked her brains out. Soon enough the stranger began to pant. His thrusts became faster. His breathing more rapid until…\n\nBliss.\n\nA waterfall of what could only be described as warm, comforting, wet bliss pulsed and pumped inside her. Annie’s eyes began to blur, her moaning becoming more and more feverish abs low. She scraped the ground, looking for something to grab as she desperately welcomed the cum like the first rain after a drought.\n\nHer womb sucked it up. Bring in every last drop for every last egg to be fertilized. But even her starving breeding hole could not hold the monstrous amount of cum, soon the pressure became too great, and she felt her pussy clench, trying to hold it all in. Only for the buildup to pop out dramatically, spilling everywhere.\n\nFor a moment there was nothing but the sound of the crowd walking by them. Then…a wet jerk as he pulled out. Annie gasped as the cock left a gaping her in her pussy. Any passerby would have seen a young woman lying facedown in a puddle of cum surrounding her as it pulled up around her. She lifted her cum stained face up, and weakly got to her knees. “Th—th—-thank…yo—-“ she turned around, but the stranger had disappeared. Leaning her with two things, his cum, and hit children in her fertilized womb. Annie held her bloated belly, and closed her eyes. “Thank you…for this gift,” \n\nAfter a few moments, she stood up on shaky legs, took a deep breath, and headed off to work, despite her cum stained nature. \n\nNow that she had been bred. She was open season for any and all horny men. And she couldn’t wait for them to take her pussy.\n\n(First time writing something like this, and on mobile. So sorry for poor quality. Lemme know what you think!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She'd lost a bet. Being forced to serve her friend as a sexy French maid was one thing. The fact that the day she was doing it fell on the date of their housewarming party was the real kicker though!
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"content": "She'd lost a bet. Being forced to serve her friend as a sexy French maid was one thing. The fact that the day she was doing it fell on the date of their housewarming party was the real kicker though!\r \n\r \nShe couldn't help but feel nervous as she donned the maid's outfit. It was so unlike anything she normally wore, and it was clear that her friend had gone out of her way to make it as sexy as possible. She could feel the fabric clinging to her skin as she moved, accentuating her curves in all the right ways.\r \n\r \nAs she made her way downstairs, she could feel everyone's eyes on her. Some of them were leering, others were simply appreciative, but all of them were making her feel extremely self-conscious. She could feel her cheeks flush red as she went about her duties, trying her best to ignore the way everyone was looking at her.\r \n\r \nIt was even worse when she had to bend over to dust something off. She could feel her skirt riding up, exposing her long, shapely legs for everyone to see. She could hear the wolf whistles and catcalls, but she tried to ignore them as best she could.\r \n\r \nEventually, the party started to die down and people started to leave. She was relieved, but her relief was short-lived when her friend pulled her aside.\r \n\r \n\"I think it's time for your punishment,\" he said, a wicked grin on his face.\r \n\r \nBefore she could protest, he pulled her into a nearby room and pushed her down onto the bed. He began to kiss her neck, his hands roaming her body as he did. She could feel her body responding to his touch.\r \n\r \nSoon, his hands were tugging at her skirts, pulling them up around her waist. She could feel his fingers sliding into her, teasing her most sensitive areas as she gasped and moaned in pleasure. She was lost in ecstasy, her body writhing beneath his touch as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.\r \n\r \nJust when she was about to reach her peak, he pulled away, leaving her frustrated and wanting more.\r \n\r \n\"Oh, no,\" he said, \"you're not getting off that easily. I'm going to make you wait, make you beg for it. You're going to remember this night for a long time to come.\"\r \n\r \nWith that, he left her alone, her body still throbbing with desire. She knew she wouldn't be able to forget this night anytime soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A gamer girl succubus volunteers herself as the prize for the weekend's tournament at her friend's house... The prize for second place, anyway!
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"content": "The succubus, who we'll call Lily, had been eyeing the tournament prize all week long. It was a large sum of money, and she knew that her friend's house would be the perfect place to win it. She had been planning to enter the tournament herself, but when she found out that the prize was a weekend with her, she couldn't resist.\r \n\r \nLily arrived at her friend's house on Friday night, just in time for the tournament. She was wearing a tight, revealing outfit that she knew would drive the men wild. As she walked into the room, she could feel the eyes of the men on her. She knew that they were all thinking about what they would do to her if they won.\r \n\r \nThe tournament began, and Lily quickly emerged as the victor. She was thrilled, and couldn't wait to claim her prize. When the second place finisher was announced, she was even more excited. She walked up to him, seductively, and took his hand.\r \n\r \n\"Come with me,\" she said, leading him upstairs to the bedroom.\r \n\r \nOnce they were in the bedroom, Lily wasted no time in getting started. She pulled off her clothes, revealing her perfect body, and then pulled him down onto the bed with her. She kissed him passionately, her hands exploring his body. She could feel his excitement growing, and she knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her for long.\r \n\r \nSoon, he was inside of her, and she was moaning with pleasure. She rode him hard, her body moving in all the right ways. She could feel his hands gripping her hips, and she knew that he was enjoying it just as much as she was. The pleasure was intense, and it wasn't long before they both reached their climax.\r \n\r \nAfterward, Lily lay in bed, satisfied. She knew that she had given the man a weekend that he would never forget. And she was already looking forward to next time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Superior posteriors, Callipygian figures and the finer points of a nice badunkadonk
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"content": "Pick your favorite:\n\n1. A renowned warrior discovers a ring that blesses her lower body with extraordinary strength, but to her embarrassment finds out it makes her \\*really\\* want to put something up her butt. \n2. An Olympic athlete is forced into early retirement because of her injuries, then has a change of heart and decides to become an absolute Callipygian of a Paralympian. Needless to say, everyone at the Paralympic Village has eyes for her (except the blind ofc).\n3. The queen had a wardrobe malfunction and accidentally exposed her royal hiney. Instead of this being a major embarrassment, it's now a fashion trend among the nobility."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where casual sex between strangers is common, a girl has trouble working up the courage to ask the guy thats fucked her multiple times a week for years out on a date
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"content": "\r \nThe girl, who we'll call Lily, has been sleeping with a guy she met at a bar a few years ago. They have great chemistry and enjoy each other's company, but Lily is starting to want more. She's developed feelings for the guy, and she wants to see if there could be something more between them.\r \n\r \nLily finally musters up the courage to ask him out on a date, and he agrees. They go out to dinner and a movie, and they have a great time. After the date, they end up back at his place and they have the best sex of their lives. Lily is finally able to express her feelings for him and they start a relationship.\r \nThe next day, Lily wakes up in his bed, happy and content. She knows that there's something special between them and she can't wait to see where their relationship takes them.\r \nHe, on the other hand, is already regretting his decision to date her. He enjoyed their night together, but he doesn't want to get serious with anyone. He tries to break it off with her, but she's not having it.\r \n\r \nLily is a strong, independent woman who knows what she wants. She's not going to let him push her away, and she's not going to give up on what they have. She knows that they have something special, and she's willing to fight for it.\r \nShe decides to have one last night with him, to try and change his mind. They go out and have a great time, but he still doesn't want to get serious.\r \n\r \nLily is heartbroken but she knows that there's nothing she can do. She walks away from him, knowing that she gave it her all.\r \nThen, she met his dad and they hooked up. She fell pregnant and had a baby. \r \n\r \n Nine months later, Lily is walking down the street with her baby when she sees the guy she used to date. He's with another girl and they look happy. Lily smiles to herself, knowing that she made the right decision to walk away from him. She's happy with her life and she knows that she'll find someone who wants the same things as she does."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was only midnight when the screams of millions of people rose into the heavens - one of the most tragic events in human history just occurred - the night of the FUTAS!
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"content": "It was 12am EST 2/2/22. That's when it happened. We will probably never know how or why, but it doesn't really matter I suppose. Religious folks think god did it of course. Some people think it was CERN smashing one too many particles. Conspiracy theories blame anything from Aliens to Chinese bio-weapons to of course....\\[you know\\].\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBut the mountain of chatter about the subject did nothing to change it. Every single human being on Earth who was not actively pregnant at midnight EST 2/2/22 now had a cock and balls.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIf you happened to be a person who previously had female plumbing you likely had a rather large cock and balls. Male genital equipped women (the internet tends to call them \"futas\", despite many people now disliking that term) on average had 50% larger male organs than male born individuals.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe first few weeks were nuts, of course. People rushed the hospitals only for doctors to state the obvious. There were some riots and millions of couples had to have conversations they never thought they'd have.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBut once it settled in this had happened and was likely not going to un-happen the world got back to more of a normal. Now everyone had to figure out what to do about the situation.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA nationwide survey in the US found that roughly 5 million female reproductive organs remained. The currently pregnant ones. Not great for a nation of 350 million penises.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe US government of course already had a storied history of legislating female reproductive organs, and now that they were a rare commodity that trend only skyrocketed in the name of preventing population collapse.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFirst of all, a nationwide abortion ban passed, along with a contraception ban. Not a great start.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was also a ban on gender reassignment surgery to prevent the inevitable tidal wave of requests. The US healthcare system had no possible hope of surgically altering 175 million penises. And any remaining vaginas had to absolutely stay vaginas. And the genital legislation was only getting warmed up, this was the stuff with strong support!\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNext it was determined that in order to increase the female population, only people with XX chromosomes would be allowed to father offspring until the female population was large enough to be sustainable. Women who now had penises lacked a y chromosome of course and thus only produced X sperm, guaranteeing their offspring would be female. The bill barely passed 51-49.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThis caused a lot of outcry, especially from men, but the people in charge were convinced it was the only way the US wouldn't find itself a nearly empty wasteland in 50 years. Other countries were doing it, and so if the US didn't they would have an upper hand in the population race. People with a y chromosome were forbidden from having sexual relations with anyone having a vagina. Getting caught having PIV sex as a guy, even protected sex, carried a 50,000 fine. A male impregnating a woman was a felony offense.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWomen with vaginas were given RFID chips. If a man was married to a woman with a vagina he had to get chipped too. If he got a bit too intimate with his wife's precious public property vagina, the chips would report automatically to the Department of Population. The husband would face fines or possibly jail time for repeat offense. The program was later expanded so that if a male just lived in the same house/building as a fertile female, he had to get chipped or move.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOne way or another, pussy was off limits to men.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe last male child was born 11/18/22. All future pregnancies were fathered by the \"Futas\", and resulted in only girls being born for quite a while."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You woke up at the hospital with amnesia. Returning home, you discovered a series of sex tapes that you don’t recall ever making. Just what the hell have you been doing before the amnesia?
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"content": "I flipped through the file folder titled “Blondie Chaise” on my laptop. Well, at least I assumed it was mine. It was in the apartment that I was told belonged to me. I was astonished by the concise and…graphic titles.\r \n\r \nBlondieFrenchMaidSolo.mp4\r \nBlondieHarleyQuinnSolo\\_withWand.mp4\r \nErikLinaJacksonCabin4way.mp4\r \nJacksonHardAnalPOV.mp4\r \n\r \nThese were only a handful of several files in the same vein. The sheer volume was more mind-boggling than the titles. \r \n\r \nI couldn’t help but giggle, a bit embarrassed. Apparently I had a mild porn addiction before my accident. Who would save these videos when you can just pull them up on the internet? And who was this “Blondie Chaise”? Why do I have this actress’s videos in its own folder on my computer? I must really have a thing for her, I thought.\r \n\r \nI felt the heat crawl up my neck as I put my headphones on, fully aware of the emptiness in the room as my cursor floated over a file. My caretaker, who said she was my mother, went out to buy some groceries and pick up the man she called my father. So she wouldn’t be back for a while. I was home alone without beeping machines or breathing tubes, and nothing but curiosity stood in my way. “It can’t hurt to see what the fuss is about,” I said to myself, my sweaty palm hovering over the left button. “It must be good if there are this many.”\r \n\r \nI clicked. The video consumed the laptop, playing immediately. And my mouth fell agape.\r \n\r \nTaking over my screen was a blonde woman in a french maid costume sitting on a familiar kitchen table. Underneath her in the caption area said the title of the video, a time length, and the words “Uploaded 7-28-2021”. Her legs were open, breasts free from the stretchy fabric top, and her fingers were holding open and playing with her pussy. She moaned, feminine and breathy, talking to the camera as it was a voyeur in her pleasure. *“Mmm, tell me how I can please you, master. It feels so hot to have you watch me.”* She was wet, soaking even, as her fingers buried themselves inside her, moans peaking over and over as if she had never been touched before.\r \n\r \nAnd that face? That voice? I couldn’t believe it. That… was me.\r \n\r \nA million thoughts raced through my mind as I continued watching. No one I had spoken to at the hospital seemed to mention this taboo part of my former life. Maybe they didn’t know? Was this how I made my living? They didn’t say my name was Blondie; everyone was calling me Kate. Maybe Blondie was my stage… screen… performance name? Oh god, that’s definitely my kitchen table. Did I sanitize after I did that?\r \n\r \nThe woman on the screen… well, I guess that’s me, began to moan louder as her hand moved faster. Her face scrunched as her legs began to shake, crying over and over that she was so, so close. She bellowed as her eyes rolled back, and her body trembled as orgasm claimed her. She pulled her fingers away, strings of her sticky, wet goodness between her fingers. With a smile, she licked them clean, then waved at the camera with a wink.\r \n\r \nThen the screen went black.\r \n\r \nThe heat on my skin boiled as I stared, immobile, at the blank screen. I have no memory of this. But I apparently donned the costume, did the makeup, and set up the camera to watch me play with myself. Why did I do this? What possessed me to make money this way?\r \n\r \nWhy was I squeezing my legs closed at that moment to try and withhold my evident arousal?\r \n\r \nWithout thinking, I clicked on another video: JacksonHardAnalPOV.mp4. Apparently, this was uploaded just a few weeks ago. The title did little to spare the details.\r \n\r \n*“You want me to fuck that cute little ass, don’t you, baby?”* said a deep voiced man, face not visible to the camera. That must be the nominal “Jackson”.\r \n\r \n*“Please, Daddy. I need it. I need you to fill it up so badly.”* \r \n\r \nThe camera pointed downward, the angle following the slope of my ass down to the back of my head. My intricately manicured hands held my cheeks open, exposing the deep, red waiting of my asshole. The man holding the camera held his hard cock up with his free hand, letting it hit the fat of my ass with a thud. It was big and veiny, the tip swollen with wanton intentions. I felt my pussy twitch as I watched on. *“That’s right, hold it open for me,”* he moaned. Then, with embarrassing ease, he shoved it in until I swallowed him to the base. On camera, I cried out in pleasure.\r \n\r \nI gasped, watching in amazement as he pulled back and pushed forward again. Over. And Over. Burying himself inside my asshole to the rhythm of my moans. On camera, I seemed to be enjoying it. Begging for it. Wanting him to fuck my ass like that stretching and pounding was the best feeling in the world.\r \n\r \nFor a moment, I started to contemplate if it was.\r \n\r \nAs the moans and slapping skin played in my ears, I found myself unclenching my legs, letting my hand traipse down into the waistband of my leggings. My fingers brushed against my clit, causing me to shiver, before I made slow circles around the swollen numb. I kept pace with the speed of his thrusts, small moans escaping my own lips. \r \n\r \n*“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. You look so good taking it.”*\r \n\r \n*“Don’t stop! Please! Harder! That fat cock is so fucking deep…”*\r \n\r \nNext thing I know, I was losing myself to the video, fingerfucking myself and grabbing my breast as I watched myself on camera. All I could do was think about how it felt in that moment of filming. How it felt for him to fuck me like that, to slap my ass, to hear my moans, to feel me pulsing around his cock. As he got rougher, I got rougher with myself, urging on my climax wishing I could remember the day of recording.\r \n\r \n*“You want me to cum in your ass, baby?”*\r \n\r \n*“God yes, give me all of that fucking cum…”*\r \n\r \nMy moans peaked as the man’s deep voice groaned louder, him pounding ferociously until his cock twitched. *“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ahhhh…”* My fingers moved in a fury, everything tensing and straining until my own orgasm claimed me. I fell limp, breathless, as I peeled my wet fingers from my pussy, almost in sync with the man pulling his cock free of my asshole. As I pulled my fingers apart to relish in the familiar sticky slick, on screen cum bubbled out of my asshole as I giggled. The screen faded to black, and I was left with my own reflection, disheveled and feeling spent.\r \n\r \nI guess if I was on a journey of self-rediscovery, Blondie Chaise was a good starting point. After all, she was still me. Plus, there was enough material here to keep me busy for a while…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Unique Hypnosis
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"content": " - Becoming a film director seems to have given our hero magic powers. She can direct people to do anything, and they'll follow along since 'it's just acting' but she can't join in since she has to stay in the director's chair.\n\n - They're both brainwashed to do anything the other commands, but they can't remember who started it, or how to snap out of it without activating a command phrase and getting the other one horny all over again.\n\n - She was already such a brainless bimbo that when he tried to mind control her, it bounced right off and now he's under her control."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Dirty fun at the Olympic village/games
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"content": "Got a few for this idea actually\n\n1. The IOC decides that, to bump up declining viewing numbers, the games are to be done as the ancient Greeks themselves originally did it—with all the athletes totally nude.\n\n2. Your teammate(s)/coach(es) insist on training you in the nude. They say it’s to “check your form” and whilst you’re pretty sure they have ulterior motives you decide to follow along anyway.\n\n3. “Hello and welcome to the Competitive Sex Competition…”\n\n4. As added incentive to win, the winner(s) gets to fuck/top the loser(s)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "The trick is letting him finish with the tip in your mouth. That's called the deluxe." Confessions of a Goth Handjob Queen
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"content": "Hadria smiled at the camera, her memories called back to only a few months ago where she was a minor corner of internet, content to satisfy those that had arrived at her domain. Now she had earned the title of **Queen of the Handjob** \\- something that wasn't to be taken lightly if you knew her personally. Naomi's first confession was a call to action, for those who had hidden away from their natural calling in life to be crowned Queens of their respective skill.\n\nHadria knew her gothic appearance had played a part in her rise to stardom. The dark hair with white streaks, pink glossy lips contrasting to her black choker and eye-shadow. The dragonfly tattoo that was placed snugly between her breasts whilst a kraken reached up from her thigh to devour the crescent blood moon above it. The lace lingerie. It all combined to add a more sophisticated touch to an outfit that otherwise screamed for attention.\n\nThe assistant - a favorite of hers had now been 'thoroughly' prepared, his cock glistening under the light. The handjob was an art form for Hadria, her methodical breakdown was what had earned her the title. Passion had to be obvious, it built tension from the first stroke and from every touch on afterwards it should be obvious that nothing else is on his mind. Hadria liked to demonstrate her advice , teaching her audience exactly what was necessary to please someone by touch alone.\n\nThe first was stroke was gentle, teasing. Touch was the only the first step that mattered. She slowly licked the tip, his cock quivering in response and provoking a rare smile from her, a reminder to keep it wet at all times. The second was sight, she un-clipped her bra from the back, letting her tits fall into place massaging it with her left hand as she dragged her finger to the base of his cock before holding it with both hands.\n\nFast and slow each hand danced up and down his shaft, providing a stream of never ending pleasure as she pressed her body up against his. Only momentarily did Hadria pause, letting her hands remain the main attraction. Lastly it was sound, her voice had yet to let her down when it came to getting the right answer.\n\n\"I wouldn't blame you if you gave up\" \"It's cute that you work so hard for me when I can control you at just a touch...\"\n\nEvery pause was accompanied by a change in tempo\n\n\"I can't wait to see you explode all over me\"\n\n\"And just imagine what I could do if I used more than just my fingertips\" \"Maybe you'll find out?!\"\n\nThe trap was set and and now all she had to do was wait. Her hands always at work switching from slow to fast in subtle movements. Her body shifting ever so slightly as to let every inch of herself be in tantalizing view. Hadria prepared to end her confession sensing the tremor of his cock in her grip as he erupted in front of her.\n\nIt wouldn't be the last time a goth would be painted white.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n***(A few goths to make it worth your while) - Magic-Author***\n\n[***https://i.imgur.com/bunyldv.mp4***](https://i.imgur.com/bunyldv.mp4) \n\n[***https://i.redd.it/7xdrmbm5b6x81.jpg***](https://i.redd.it/7xdrmbm5b6x81.jpg)\n\n[***https://i.redd.it/poqg7tan9ln61.jpg***](https://i.redd.it/poqg7tan9ln61.jpg) \n\n[***https://i.redd.it/56dpste1db371.jpg***](https://i.redd.it/56dpste1db371.jpg)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sammy was strapped for cash, so she decided to try out this tentacle eggnancy thing. With a nice tidy sum for each litter of eggs & a steady stream for each birthing video, she was quickly rolling in cash. She just didn't expect how addictively pleasurable the whole process was.
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"content": "Sammy felt her stomach growl as she looked at the empty, depressing state of her fridge and pantry. \r \n“Damn it,” she whispered to herself, before pulling out the leaflet from her bag again. She had taken it from the woman handing them out as an automatic response, and her first reading of it made her scoff. But now, Sammy was thinking about the smile she had that looked genuine rather than forced, and the hint of a designer bag at her shoulder. She didn’t want that kind of luxury, but some extra cash for food was sounding pretty nice right about now. \r \n\r \nSammy fished around in her bag to find where she had stashed the flyer, eventually pulling out the crumpled piece of card stock. It was advertising a medical company, Ripley Xenosciences, that from what was on the flyer was looking for volunteers for testing various new medical tech based on discoveries derived from from alien tech or species. She looked up the website on the flyer for more details, it looked legitimate. It was just a matter of heading down to their satellite office, only a short distance away. \r \n\r \nXXXX\r \n\r \nShe went to the office and was surprised at how efficient the process was. It was less than ten minutes, she was sitting across the desk from Dr Michelle Michel, a dark skinned woman in a lab coat. \r \n“We have a range of available tests for volunteers; particularly such as yourself, female that is,” Dr Michel said. “If you have the right… disposition, it could be quite lucrative for all parties concerned.” \r \nSammy didn’t miss the emphasis on the word disposition, and pressed the doctor on it. \r \n\r \n“If you don’t mind me,” Dr Michel said as she waved her hand over the holographic display between them. Sammy was initially reeling in shock at what she was shown: a naked woman save for a face-obscuring mask in some kind of expensive looking chair, her legs splayed wide as the camera was focused on her open crotch. Despite the fact she couldn’t see the face, Sammy felt like she recognised her from somewhere, maybe it was the eyes. In the video, one hand almost lazily circled her dainty fingers around her clit as something seemed to be pressing outwards, before a few seconds later a brightly coloured egg was ejected from her vagina. Sammy watched in fascination, her own libido rising as she watched the attractive woman as the video continued playing, and soon a small clutch of eggs had been laid; accompanied by at least two orgasms by Sammy’s count. \r \n\r \n“This is one of our other volunteers, codenamed Nikki. She has been with us for a while now, helping us to cultivate the eggs of the Tevissux, a species discovered on one of our colony expedition missions. As you can see, she seems to enjoy her work. Her pay from us is generous, but she’s found ways to supplement it.” As a demonstration, Dr Michel directed Sammy’s attention towards the outer edges of the hologram, which showed that this particular video was not on a proprietary server, but an amateur porn site. “She has quite a following, and makes quite a bit extra filming the process, both the beginning and the ending,” Dr Michel continued, showing thumbnails of this Nikki in other ‘birthing’ videos, and videos of her being handled by something that looked like a bigger relative of a squid, all eyes and tentacles. \r \n\r \nClosing the hologram for a moment, Dr Michel looked at Sammy, whose slightly flushed cheeks were a sign of her increased libido born from her pansexual nature. Sammy wasn’t shy about sex with anything or anyone she found attractive, regardless of their gender or other factors. If Sammy thought they were hot, she’d give them a shot. Sometimes it worked out great, sometimes it sucked; but she’d found that was true of a lot of things in life so there was no point getting hung up about it just because it was sex. The idea of some tentacled alien using her to incubate eggs was certainly one she’d considered once or twice in fantasy masturbation. She swallowed down her initial thoughts and forced herself to be rational for a moment as she talked further with the doctor."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: How about a truly unique take on the whole “clothed-male/naked-female summer resort” that I *haven’t* suggested before (since that’s a favorite trope of mine). Surprise me!!
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"content": "“So! How’re you liking your first long-distance delivery?” Charlie asked over the loud rustling of paper bags. \nI wanted to answer her, but I had a mouthful of over-salted fries, so I just nodded until I could swallow them with a loud gulp. “It’s fine, so far. Driving on the highways really doesn’t bother me - it's having to squeeze this eighteen-wheeled monster through a bunch of narrow side streets that I’m dreading.” \nCharlie laughed and waved me off. “Well, that’s why you have me riding along, my young apprentice.” \nI’m in love with Charlie’s laughter. She has one of those high-pitched, slightly squeaky voices where, if she gets loud or laughs, she does this absolutely adorable little mini-scream. I grabbed another handful of fries. \n“Hey, come on, I’m only five or six years younger than you!” \nCharlie’s giggling filled the truck cab. “Whatever you say, baybee!” \nI stole a look over at my supervisor. Charlie was chowing down on her cheeseburger, brushing her short brown hair back behind her ear. She cursed quietly as a blob of ketchup fell onto her cleavage, scooping it up with her finger and sucking it clean. \nI looked away from her breasts and changed the subject. \n“So, when we get there, we drop the container off at the depot, then we get a taxi to the motel. Then, tomorrow morning, we take the loaded container off with us.” \nCharlie nodded without looking away from her burger. “You got it. Nice and simple, no rush. Plus we get the rest of the evening to ourselves.” \nI looked out of the window at an old man, adjusting his baseball cap and watching the highway traffic as his car filled up with gasoline. \n“Morglas Bay,” I said; “Always sort of wanted to visit.” \nI could feel Charlie’s eyes on me. “Ooh, is that right, Corndog? My innocent little apprentice?” \nI chuckled, keeping my red face turned to the window. Corndog. I’m so used to that nickname that when a doctor or a bank teller calls me Nick, half the time I don’t even realize they’re talking to me. I got it when I was thirteen. My big sister had just received her Masters, and we were all at some really fancy restaurant celebrating. Everyone else was ordering caviar and expensive wine and truffles and all kinds of posh food, and when the waiter got to me and asked for my order, my dumb ass asked if they had corn dogs. The whole table - plus the waiter - burst out laughing, and I’ve been Corndog ever since. \nI shrugged. “Well, you hear a lot about Morglas Bay, don’t you? On TV and stuff.” \n“Well, I know what TV YOU’VE been watching!” Charlie teased. \nI rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Besides, we’re gonna be there less than twelve hours. In all likelihood, I’ll order a pizza and fall asleep in my room before ten.” \nWe were silent for a few minutes. I worried that I’d made Charlie uncomfortable. See, Morglas Bay is a hub for erotic tourism, and everyone knows it. They have these zoning laws, and special licenses for businesses, where they can basically get away with stuff that would never fly in other cities. \nFinally, I licked the salt on my lips and turned to Charlie, only to see her nose-deep in her cellphone. \n“There’s a place just around the corner from our motel,” she said: “Handsy’s Bar and Grill.” She turned to me and grinned, her mouth open as though she’d just seen something scandalous. “Wanna go?” \nMy stomach rolled over, and it wasn’t because of the soggy fries. “Uh… Charlie, you realize what kind of a place that’ll be, right?” \nCharlie’s face fell and she flopped her head against the headrest, shooting me the flattest, most unamused look I’ve ever seen her give. “Yes, rookie, I know what to expect at Handsy’s Bar and Grill.” She smirked. “Besides, it ain’t like we’re gonna participate or anything - let’s just get a bite to eat and soak up the atmosphere. Might as well, right?” \n\\- - - - \nCharlie and I are long-distance truckers, not jet-setting sales reps. We didn’t happen to have fancy clubbing clothes in our bags, so we just showed up as we were. I had on jeans and an old band T-shirt - I couldn’t have been less remarkable. Charlie had on her khaki shorts and navy blue tank-top, but somehow she still looked great. Charlie is a shortie, a whole head shorter than me, and has a plump, sexy body, with wide, round hips and hard-to-hide boobs that she’s always joking about (“damn things, they keep getting in my way!”). Her shoulder-length brown hair and lively brown eyes give her a real girl-next-door appearance, though her attitude shuns the traditionally-demure stereotype that that implies. \nHandsy’s is what they call a ‘zoned’ business, which means that the owners have been granted a special license within Morglas Bay that allows them to do their job as an erotic resort more effectively. Basically, you have to sign a consent form to enter, and once you’re inside, the rules are very different from any other bar and grill. \nThe entrance lobby was separated from the rest of the business by a heavy black curtain, and several staff members were screening the patrons who had lined up in the neon-drenched room. I shuffled through the line until an ebony-skinned employee with a pretty smile and a pale green sundress approached me with a clipboard. She asked me a couple of questions, had me sign the waiver, and charged me a typically-chunky entrance fee (those special licenses are expensive) before waving me towards the black curtain. \nI stopped at the curtain and turned to wait for Charlie, but she seemed to be having more trouble signing in than I did. I walked back to her. \n“What’s wrong?” \nCharlie folded her arms over her chest. “They’re sayin’ I can’t come in unless I strip first!” \nI looked at the young woman with the clipboard and she nodded. “Yes, sir, that’s right. At Handsy’s, we have a different theme every night, and tonight’s theme is ‘clothed men, naked women.’” \nCharlie shook her head. “I wasn’t planning on showing anything off tonight. Tell you what, I’ll take my top off, and y’all can have me in my bra and panties, deal? Fair, right?” \nShe looked at me for confirmation, but I was too busy picturing Charlie stripped down to her underwear. The thought that she was willing to go THAT far was turning me on so much I practically felt nauseous. \nThe attendant shook her head. “No, ma’am, the policy says women have to be naked tonight.” \nCharlie waved her hands. “Alright, go fetch a manager, and I’ll see if they can’t make an exception.” \nThe attendant forced a smile onto her face and glided back towards the counter. Charlie shook her head at me. \n“Unbelievable!” she squeaked. “Get your ass in there, Corndog, and get us a table. I’ll be along shortly.” \n“You sure?” I asked; “We can go somewhere else.” \n“Hell no! I wanna go in there as much as you do, buddy! I’m sure they’ll give me a pass; I’m a paying customer, after all. Get on in, before the good tables are gone!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] M/M historical prompts, again
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"content": " - A sailing ship is adrift without wind. The crew have nothing to do but wait until the weather picks up again. They tried to pass the time with a few drinking games, but now they're all out of booze and their mates are still looking mighty handsome.\n\n - A spartan warrior returns from the war after years of wandering, into the loving embrace of the comrades who thought he died.\n\n - Genghis Khan has gotten bored of women. He calls for nubile slave boys to be brought to his chambers.\n\n - The story of the cavemen who invented gay sex.\n\n - Gilgamesh and Enkidu made love as only half-gods can. Their passion is the stuff of legends."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought her secret job as a stripper would stay that way, and it might have, if her friend hadn't arrived with a crowd of rowdy work buddies...
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"content": "Authors Note: I meant this one as a quick shot, it is not... Slow start but hopefully the result is worth the slow burn intro.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\"Teia!?\"\n\nTeia blinked in surprise, eyes focusing on the surprised face of the young woman who'd approached the stage with dollar bills in her hand. A woman coming into the club was always fun, but in the darkness of the room and the bright stage lights Teia really hadn't been able to get a good look at her.\n\nUntil now at least, even while Teia was upside down with thighs locked around a spinning pole it was impossible to not recognize Lisa from the billing department. Lisa, who she had coffee with twice a week. Who she went clubbing with at least once a month. Who she'd been playing Wishes Against Humanity with just two days ago. Lisa, who was the office gossip and couldn't keep quiet unless she had a dick in her mouth.\n\nTeia blinked again before finding words, staring at Lisa with the same intensity that her nipples jutted upwards towards the pikachu expression on Lisa's face.\n\n\"Uh, hi... Lisa. I think you meant Chastity. My name is Chastity.\"\n\nLisa's mouth wordlessly moved for a second before she figured out how to function again. She quickly seated herself at the edge of the stage, letting \"Chastity\" complete her spin of the pole and gracefully rotate off of it and land on her feet. Teia did a sultry spin on the tips of her toes before dropping to all fours and crawling seductively towards where Lisa had sat.\n\n\"Please don't say anything!\"\n\nLisa was smirking as she raised a five-dollar bill and waived it before Teia.\n\n\"Oh you look *just* like my bff! It's... uncanny!\" The grin was mischievous, the smirk dangerous.\n\n\"Lisa!\"\n\n\"Oh relax, you know me!\"\n\n\"Yes! I do! That's why I worry!\"\n\n\"So what, you *don't* want everyone to know you're the hottest dancer at Club De Rox?\"\n\n\"No! No I do not!\"\n\n\"Rellllaaaaaaxxxx, how about you come over to our table after your dance?\"\n\nTeia glared at Lisa before leaning forward and taking the proffered fiver between her teeth and seductively crawling away. Leaping to her feet she dropped the note into a small pile behind the pole and launched herself back into her routine with a standing side split against the pole. She let herself get back into the music, back into the flow, and convinced herself to treat Lisa as just another customer for the moment. Her gyrations on the pole and stage continued, men thrust bills into the front of her tiny panties and Lisa lodged a twenty between her firm ass cheeks- which she managed to hold there through the rest of her routine.\n\nFinally, it was done, and she gathered clothes and money alike before strutting off to the changing room.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nTeia checked herself one last time in the mirror, confirmed her \"power costume\" looked good, and strode out of the changing room and onto the club floor. Her current outfit always helped boost her confidence, it made her feel in charge even when it made it more physically difficult to actually be in charge. The ballet heels were a touch that no-one else at the club could even wear, never mind strut about in. Her tiny side split skirt was a riff on a proper pencil skirt, far tighter and far shorter as it barely covered her ass cheeks. The tiny blouse served little purpose except to make it clear she didn't wear a bra, and while it technically covered her abdomen from belly button to the top of her nipples, it's semi-transparent nature did little to conceal her. The final touch was a slim choker on her neck with a metallic loop at the front. She knew it was really a collar, but refused to refer to it as such. This was her power outfit, and she knew the absolute sex appeal of her body and outfit combined gave her power over every straight man in the room.\n\nIt was easy to find Lisa and her friends. They weren't hiding, and they weren't being quiet. Currently two other girls were providing dollar dances while the others chatted and watched. Lisa was leaned up against a burly looking fellow, one leg draped over his lap and her chest pushed against his side. Teia snorted to herself, remembering Lisa telling her about a cute guy in maintenance she wanted to fuck.\n\nEntering the circle of chairs Teia managed a quick head count. Eight guys, plus Lisa. Plus the two dancers already present. The burly guy merely eyed her up before his eyes looked back down Lisa's blouse. Hard to have wandering eyes when a hot blonde was trying to discretely give a guy a hand job. Failing, at least at the discreet part. Teia suppressed her snort and merely winked at him. No sense in calling management down on their fun when she needed Lisa's silence.\n\n\"Hey boys, your hot friend there thought you might need some more company?\" She greeted them with a sultry smile.\n\n\"Fuck yeah we do!\" A slender guy at the center of the group announced with a happy smile. \"Buy you a drink and take a dance?\" he added.\n\n\"Sure! What you want, big guy?\"\n\n\"Jack and coke, and a water for you but pretend it's whatever you have when you're not on the cock.. err, clock.\" He blushed, though he failed to convince Teia that that Freudian slip was accidental. At least he understood how buying the girls drinks worked in a club.\n\n\"Two jack and cokes, coming up.\" She winked at him and did her usual hip swaying strut to the bar where she quickly placed and retrieved the order. Sauntering back to the group she handed him his drink and sank sideways onto his lap, leaning herself against the back of the couch while pressing the side of a breast into his chest.\n\nShe sipped at her not-jack and coke and made small talk. Like usual he wanted to know why she danced, and like usual she told him it was to pay for college. Which was at least a partial truth, and partial truths are easier to tell than flat out lies. She *did* have a lot of student loan debt remaining. He talked about his job in quality assurance for some major firm, bragged about a promotion he knew he was getting, complemented his burly friend who was still getting a handjob from Lisa on landing the hot girl from work, began trying to describe a car project he was pla-\n\nWait. Fuck. The hot girl from work.\n\n(continued below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A local housewife has had to put up with an 18 year old’s catcalling ever since he moved in across the street. She always ignores him, having too much self respect to even look his way when he shouts his perverted comments at her. Then one day, despite her better judgement, she responds.
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"content": "The smell was intoxicating, overwhelming, vile, and a dream-come-true that she didn’t know she had. Her bedroom was full of post-teenage boys and their dads, naked, panting, sweating, taking turns using her holes, and laughing and cumming on and in her. Hands grabbing her sore flesh and another cock in a sore hole. She moans and sucks and there's more saliva and more cum…\r \n\r \n…Isabella startles awake in her bed alone, again. She’s covered in sweat and a little sad that it’s all hers. She breathes deep realizing that she’s missing the hard-core sex she was getting in her dream. No smell of too many men in her small room, no cum running off her chin. She licks her lips still dreaming a bit before casting her feet off the bed to the floor and standing up. The bed is one big sweat stain. Hot, she thinks, before going to the kitchen. \r \n\r \nCoffee: grind. Water: boil. Hot water: pour-over coffee grounds. Stem, the sound of water streaming through the filter. \r \n\r \nShe stands in the dark kitchen drinking her coffee when she notices, through the sliding glass door and across the short lawn, and through the wide gap in the fence, that her neighbor is watching her. She suddenly realizes she’s still naked from bed. They lock eyes and he walks away. Pervert, she thinks but knows she’s getting a little tingle, moisture, from thinking about him watching her being mundane. He was in her dream too, she remembers, holding her throat from behind as he stretched out her asshole with his thick dad-dick. Her alarm goes off. \r \n\r \nClothed, she rushes out of the house, barely locking the door behind her as she chaotically carries her bag and to-go coffee cup to her car. “Hey, there sexy lady!” a voice blasts from across the street. What. The Fuck. She forgot about Trent. The across-the-street neighbor’s kid is a massive piece of shit. Fuck. Every morning he catcalls her, yelling across the street so the whole neighborhood can hear him. Every FUCKING morning. “HEY! HEY, BABE! YOU WANT A TASTE?” he yells, grabbing at his crotch. God, fuck, goddamnit, she thinks trying to ignore him and get the keys in her car door, wrestling with her bag and doing a bad job of it. “I BET YOU PLAY WITH COCK BETTER THAN YOU DO YOUR KEYS!” He laughs and laughs. Isabella briefly makes eye contact with another neighbor out watering his clearly-dead bushes next to his mailbox. He looks away. Fuck you too Mr. Matthewson. Then the coffee cup goes. She feels it slipping off the bag as she finally gets the key in the hole and turns it. She twisted her shoulder when she should have bent at the elbow. The cup falls as she watches, it bounces off the car door, the top doesn’t open until it PINGS off the concrete driveway and it pops off into the yellow/brown grass. The coffee jettisons out as the cup rolls down the slope of the driveway into the street leaving a piss-stream of coffee rushing down the slope. \r \n\r \nGod. Fucking. Damnit.\r \n\r \nFor the first time since he began cat-calling her, Isabella looks up and locks eyes with him. “NEED A HAND?” He yells, “YOU’RE GOING TO NEED TWO FOR THIS UNIT!” He laughs until he realizes she’s crossing the street towards him. She stops right in front of him. He’s taller than she thought, broader in size. Maybe I will need two hands for his thick…\r \n\r \n“Are your parents home?” She asks, casually. Clearly barely holding it together. \r \n“N-no.” He stutters out. “Not until later.”\r \n“Great. Get inside.” He looks a little terrified and more than a little defeated. He leads her into the house, he looks worried. “Your room. I want to see it.” He leads her back down a hallway to a room at the back corner of the house. Typical boy room. Trophies are lining the floor for various sports. Some are broken. Clothes were draped over chairs and piled under the bed. Sheets are almost completely stripped off the bed and the mattress is exposed. It smells terrible. Old sweaty clothes and body odor. \r \n\r \nFuck it, she thinks.\r \n\r \nShe closes the door behind her. “Are you heading to college soon?”\r \n“Y-yeah, in August.” She nods. \r \n“Take off your clothes.”\r \n“What?”\r \n“Do I need to ask again?” She undoes the wrap at the waste of her dress, the cloth moves around her body and exposes her. Her thin white panties and bralette. She stares at him until he quickly takes off his shirt. Abs. Pecs. Jesus, those shoulders. He takes off his jeans. That cock bulge in those tighty-whities. She licks her lips and lets her dress drop to the filthy floor. She undoes the bra and lets her tits drop. Perky and round. It’s not a long drop or bounce. He takes off his underwear. He’s getting hard. She's soaking wet. She slips off her underwear and walks closer to him. She takes his cock in her hand and strokes it until it’s as hard as a rock. She smiles. “Good boy.”\r \n\r \nShe’s on her knees taking his cock into her throat, gagging like this is a porno. It’s a show now, for her, for him. Saliva dribbles down her chin and drips onto her chest.\r \n\r \nShe’s rubbing her clit and sliding a finger between the lips as everything gets thick and tight and lubed. \r \n\r \nHe’s on his back on his bed and she’s riding him like a toy. He’s moaning and swearing under his breath but she’s ignoring him. His thick cock is a little much for her pussy but she wants it to be too much. She wants it all to be too much. She’s letting herself go and enjoying it as she leaves another version of herself behind. She’s bouncing off his pelvis. \r \n\r \nHe’s behind her fucking her like an animal. Wild. Chaotic. Uncontrolled or practiced. \r \n\r \nHe stops. She can feel his cock twitching. He’s cumming inside her. This is fine, she thinks and keeps pushing back into him, milking his cock. His moans are soft and young. Everything has stopped. \r \n\r \nShe pulls away from him, looking back a string of cum and pussy bridges them together before she moves and it smears itself on the back of her thigh. She stands up and slides her underwear on before rewrapping her dress. He’s sitting on the floor, panting.\r \n\r \nShe leaves without saying a word. She gets in her car and drives to work. The coffee cup is still in the street and his cum is slowly leaking out of her and soaking into her panties."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After losing a bet, a tomboy is forced to spend an hour a day for a week with her friend performing a special massage technique with supposed to make her breasts grow. The most embarrassing part though is how much she's starting to enjoy it...
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"content": "*\"Knock Knock Knock\"* The sound of staccato knocks ring out from the oaken door.\r\n\n'Who?' Tima asks, putting down the weights she was lifting. She picks up her phone and checks the time. 'Saturday already?' Despite her best attempts, Amely still hasn't given up on it. It's not her fault that the snot nosed brat rammed into her. She could have totally done a five-minute handstand.\r \n\nAs she walks over to the door, her breasts already feel tingly, as if they were rebelling against her by preparing for pleasure. She opens the door and can feel the pure ***evil*** emanating from Amely's perfectly made-up face, her cute, (kissable) lips curled in a sweet grin. Her manicured hands hold her bag, which contains the (Heavenly) massage equipment. \r\n\n“Heeyyyy, Tima!\\~\\~” she says, her (sweet) voice piercing the comfortable blanket of silence Tima has carefully cultivated, “Time to grow your bee stings\\~”\r \n\nTima huffs, crossing her hands over her small breasts. “Just cause I don’t have two beach balls on my chest, doesn’t mean I have bee stings,” She growls, her deep, rough voice the exact opposite of Amely’s, just like the rest of her. Piercing hazel eyes stare into wide, innocent baby blue ones. Amely’s platinum blonde curls rest at her (cute) heart shaped ass, not a single one of the silk-like strands out of place, whereas Tima’s jet-black spikes stick out every which way, barely reaching her shoulders, nowhere near her narrow, sculpted ass. Tima watches (Stares at) Amely closely as she takes off the thousands of layers she wears, where Tima rarely wears anything more than a sports bra, panties, and some shorts. Finally, Amely finishes shedding, revealing her soft, delicate pale skin. At this point, Tima knows the drill, and takes off her sports bra, revealing her rough, sun-kissed skin. ‘Finally,’ she thinks. For some reason, her bras have been shrinking in the wash. A thought percolates in the back of her mind, that perhaps Amely’s massages actually work, before she throws it away. She then lays a few towels down on her bed, (Completely missing the thirsty stares Amely gives her.) and lays down. Amely jumps up onto the bed, her 4’11 height making it an… operation, to say the least. Especially since Tima’s bed is set up to be comfortable to her 6’9’’ self. \r\n\n“Ok,” Amely says, applying the (heavenly) lotion to her (skilled) hands. She sits down on Tima’s sculpted abs, and asks, “You ready?”\r\n\n“Mhm,” Tima says, as it’s all she can do to avoid begging for the soft caress of her friend's hands. She gasps loudly as the cold lotion comes into contact with her (eager) breasts. Within seconds, she starts moaning, her pseudo intoxicated state preventing her from stopping the lustful sounds from escaping her own puffy lips. A minute into Amely’s ministrations, her eyes glaze over, becoming unfocused as Tima’s mind starts leaving her body. \r\n\n— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — & — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\r\n\nA quarter hour later, Amely stops, and giggles at Tima’s expression. ‘She looks so cute like that,’ she thinks, before she clears her throat. “Tima\\~\\~ do you want more?” she asks, although she already knows the answer will be-\r \n\n“Yeeaahh…” Tima groans, lust-drunk due to the hormones and subtle magics filling her body. “Keeepp… Keeepp goin’...”\r\n\n“Are… Are you sure?” Amely asks, worried. This is the 6th time they’ve done this, and every other time Tima has said no, although she sounded rather reluctant last week. Tima nods, and Amely applies more of the potion to her hands. She grabs her crush’ breasts, and she starts to moan again. While manipulating the perky flesh, she examines them, searching for any sign of change within the materium. Finding nothing, Amely’s eyes shift, as her perception of the world does the same. The strands of unreality become apparent to her magical vision. Looking at Tima, she feels relieved when nearly no foreign magic appears in her head. Only her own gleaming silver strands occupy her unexpectedly sharp mind. She feels even more relief when a thorough investigation reveals her wards and the lotion’s effects are the only foreign magics pulsing within her, the milky white strands of the potion remain mostly in her breasts, though some have shifted to her loins. Amely’s own magic pulses within her, Tima’s gleaming silver turning into a bright glowing blue, built specifically to protect the one she cares about. Leaving unreality behind, Amely returns to massaging Tima’s breasts.\r\n\n— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — & — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —\r\n\nTima wakes up in her bed, her breasts radiating with a now familiar pleasure. Opening her eyes, she sees a note, written in Amely’s clean, looping cursive, small little faces enhancing the meaning of the written words. \r\n\n\\[Hey Tina! :> You fell asleep during the first few minutes! You looked soo cute, that I didn’t wanna wake you up. =P I left by myself. See you next week!\\]\r\n\n‘I am not cute.’ she huffs, before pausing to look at her breasts. ‘Did my tits get bigger? Nah, that’s impossible.’\r\n\nDespite herself, she finds herself counting the days until their next (Date) massage."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A girl from a small earth town ends up on Eros-69, the biggest red light planet of the galaxy - But how did she get there?
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"content": "I think \"abducted and escaped on the next planet\" is a perfectly fine option, but here's a few more innocent ways she could get there:\n\n1. Snuck aboard an alien spaceship when it landed, got off at the next planet (or got thrown off).\n\n2. Helped the aliens to repair their spaceship, the crew went to Eros-69 to celebrate their safe return.\n\n3. She got abducted, but she actually enjoyed the experience and wanted to stay - they decide this weirdo would fit in well on Eros-69. \n\nAlso, an idea for when she arrives:\n\nAn alien on the street asks if she'll do... well, she's not quite sure. Her translator doesn't know the word, but it's clearly something sexual. But he's offering a huge amount of money for it, which would make her stay on Eros much more comfortable. Does she accept?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Vampire queen/goddess
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"content": "Monica knew that selling herself to the Vampire Queen Camilla would lead to her being tightly bound, gagged, and pleasured for the rest of her life as one of Camilla's sex slaves. And in truth, Monica was ok with that (in fact she was looking forward to it), as well as seeing the rest of Camilla's harem in strict pleasurable bondage a majority of the time.\n\nWhat she did not expect was for Camilla to spend most of the time she spent with her harem *also* tightly bound, gagged, and pleasured! Monica knew that she and Camilla seemed to be kindred spirits when they first met, but she didn't think it was in this particular way..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She wanted to get better at blowjobs, and he wanted to learn to last longer. So they decided to be "sparring partners". What are friends for?
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"content": "“Wait, are we actually going to do this?” He asked, not believing his friend agreed to practice her blowjobs on him. “Sure… I want to get better at giving head. And you want to last longer. It seems like we can solve each other’s problems.” She replied as if it were the most logical solution. \n\n“Well, when you put it like that, I guess it does make sense. Won’t it make things weird between us?” He asked. \n\n“Not if we don’t make it weird. If you think about it, this could make us better friends.” She replied with a genuine smile. He couldn’t help but return with a smile of his own. This didn’t need to be weird. It’s just two friends helping each other out. “Alright. Let’s do this.” He said as he began to unbutton his pants and slide them down. She hopped off his sofa and knelt between his legs. \n\nThe sight of her between his legs, waiting to taste him was enough to get him rock hard. She was a beautiful young woman but the thought of this ever happening wasn’t even a possibility in his mind. He pulled his boxer briefs down and his member sprung to attention. Her eyes went wide. He wasn’t massive. But he exceeded her expectations greatly. “So how do you want me to start?” Her throat becoming dry with anxiety. \n“I would start with licking the shaft and making your way up to the head.” His throat equally dry. \n\nShe nodded and began to lick his shaft, slowly working her way up to the tip, which she swirled her tongue around before kissing the tip. “That’s really good.”he moaned. Her tongue felt amazing. “When you feel comfortable. Take the tip into your mouth. And work your way down at your own pace. She nodded again. “You taste really good by the way.” She winked at him. Her wink and the feel of her taking him into her mouth almost made him burst right there. He fought to keep his peak at bay. \n\nShe began to take more and more of him into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around him as she took more of his length. She closed her lips around his member and moaned as she began to bob her head. \nHe fought to keep from reaching his climax by thinking of anything but what was happening. Did he properly file his taxes last year? Why do I always hit every single red light when I’m either late or in a hurry to get somewhere? Literally anything to keep his mind off the spectacular blowjob his friend was giving him. \n\nEventually she pulled him from her mouth. “How am I doing? You’re being really quiet.”\n“Uhh.. I’m just trying to hold on, really hard.” He replied with a strained grunt. \n“Oh.. you’re lasting pretty long. My jaw actually is getting pretty sore. You want to finish in my mouth?” She asked. He could only nod. She chuckled and took him back into her mouth and proceeded to bob up and down. Her tongue dancing around him. He burst into her mouth. Riding the waves of his climax and she greedily swallowed every drop. She pulled him from her mouth and smiled up at him. “I’m guessing I did pretty good?” \nHe nodded vigorously. “Incredible.” He said between breaths. \nShe smiled and sat back up on the sofa beside him. \n“You know, I’ve wanted to practice going down as well.” He said once he caught his breath. She quirked an eyebrow and shrugged. “It’s only fair.” She said as she began to unbutton her pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your Partner wants to watch you work a glory-hole and after some convincing you agree to it. Now they stand behind you, observing you while you're kneeling in front of the opening in the wall...
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"content": "Okay, so maybe I said the wrong thing in the heat of the moment. I think anyone could relate to that. See, I was in bed with my girl–let’s call her Jessica–when I intimated all casual-like that I could go for a nice blowjob. I didn’t ask for a whole song and dance or nothing, just a simple suck-off and maybe some eye-contact if it wouldn’t be too much trouble. But Jess said she’d had a long day and only wanted to cuddle. Here’s where I fucked up–I oughta have just went along with cuddling–who doesn’t like cuddling? Instead I went and told her that cock-sucking was easy, way easier than eating pussy, and couldn’t she just suck it up?\n\nShe didn’t care for that at all, and told me if sucking dick was so easy, I’d surely be willing to give her a demonstration. I naturally agreed; on account of Jessica not having a cock, I presumed it was more a hypothetical than anything else. Anyways, she ends up bringing me to a backroom of some sketchy-ass club:\n\n“How do you even know about this place?”\n\n“Don’t worry about that, Frank,” she said as she encouraged me onto my knees in front of a suspicious hole in the wall. “What sorta cock do you think will be first? Hope it’s a thick one so you get a real chance to show off your skills.” I didn’t answer, on account of it seeming like a rhetorical question. I have to say, I expected the fellatio to be the most uncomfortable part of this whole experience, but the awkward waiting around for my first ‘customer’ might’ve been worse, in no small part because Jessica was standing in the corner rambling about something or another and doing a poor job of concealing her excitement. \n\n“Maybe this gloryhole’s defective,” I offered, but soon enough someone’s semi-hard dick came poking through the hole without so much as a word of introduction. I reckoned it was average-sized, but Jess interrupted my silent assessment with “A small one? What a pity.” Now, folks, I don’t know much about gloryhole etiquette, but I’m fairly sure that dickshaming was in bad form. The guy seemed to agree, what with his penis softening just slightly in my hand. Not wanting to get a bad review, I at least took to jerking him off, a bit erratically at first, but quickly settling on a comfortable grip and rhythm. Although I felt him getting stiffer, a protest still came from a gruff voice on the other side of the wall: “Use your mouth!”\n\n“Ey, he’ll use his mouth when he’s good and ready!” Jessica shouted back. I hardly needed her defense–if this guy couldn’t appreciate the art of a good build-up, so be it. I took his tip into my mouth while continuing to stroke the impatient shaft.\n\n“Wait, are there two of you back there?” the man called out.\n\n“Nah, man, I’m just an aspiring ventriloquist,” said Jessica, as I tried to figure out how to put my tongue to its proper use. Sure, I could just lick randomly and hope for the best, but I wanted him finished as fast as possible. It’s not that having his cock in my mouth and tasting the traces of his precum was unpleasant; I simply hadn’t expected so much back-and-forth between him and Jessica. A blowjob from a stranger was hardly meant to be a conversation. \n\n“No, really, how many of you are there?” he insisted in a softer, breathier voice. \n\n“It’s just us two. I do the jokes, he does the strokes.”\n\nMeanwhile he was getting rougher with me, thrusting deeper into my mouth with his cock now at full mast. Definitely a “so hard it practically hurts” kind of erection, but I could tell from the urgency of his movement that he was getting close. His climax came within the minute: three full spurts accompanied by a drawn-out moan, scarcely audible like he was trying to hold it in. I almost wished I could’ve seen his face at that instant, but this was just a fleeting thought I had before I spit out his cum. \n\n“Aw, had you pegged for a swallower,” Jess said. The guy had left without a word, just as he’d arrived. \n\n“Does it matter? He won’t know the difference,” I said. She shot me a look that I couldn’t quite decipher. “Can we get going now?”\n\n“So soon? I thought you were just getting started. From where I was standing, it looked like you were enjoying yourself.” I didn’t have a clever retort for that one. She continued, “Maybe I could convince you to stay for a round two? How can I make this worth your while?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He knew that sneaking into the sorority's basement to witness their beautification ritual had a good chance of turning him into a girl. He just assumed he'd be able to reverse it. He was... not correct.
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"content": "Bill stared over at the sorority house, hoping he was actually managing to be as inconspicuous as he was trying to be. He had resisted the urge to dress like a cat burglar, wearing some old jeans, a graphic tee, and a black hoodie. He had started at Aramoor University only two weeks earlier and had quickly found that something was... off. The first hints had been the weird people he saw. He thought they were drama students or something, getting really into the act. But seeing some of them in the library, trying not to be followed as they made their way deeper into the rather large collection of books, had raised his attention. He had snuck after them, seen them drawing weird symbols in their notebooks. When they had left, he had gone over to check out the books they had been reading. \n\nMagic, as far as he could tell. He had doubted it at first. Who wouldn't? Magic wasn't real. It was the stuff of fantasy and imagination. But he had tried some and actually had success. He had created fire at his fingertips and conjured water. He had summoned spirits and lesser creatures. \n\nAfter his minor experimentation, he noticed this. The Zeta Tau Alpha sorority. All of the members were stunning and tended to be in the top of their classes. Not unheard of or impossible. For some, at least. But for every single member to be a complete knockout and borderline genius? That was suspicious. Even moreso when he factored in their pledges for this year. Plenty of them smart. All of them, maybe. He hadn't managed to dig up info on every single one. But none of them nearly as beautiful as the existing members. \n\nThey had to be using magic to make themselves look better. And if they were... he wanted to know how. He waited until he saw a group coming and he walked into the alley he was near. Once inside and out of view of anyone else he activated the rune that he had drawn on his arm. One that bent light and made the user invisible. He turned quickly and hurried up after the group. Risky. If they had a single means of finding interlopers, he could be in trouble. \n\nNothing happened as he made his way to the back of the group or as he entered the house. He followed them, as quietly as he could be, down into the basement. A large room that looked like it had been cleared to the best of the ability of the girls who lived there. Furniture and other stuff pushed to the edges of the room. He could see the diagram and symbols that had been drawn in the center of the room. He wasn't an expert, but it didn't look like there was any specific place for the girls to stand. He bit his lip as he pulled out his notebook to copy down the diagram.\n\nThat probably meant that it was just an area of effect thing, he supposed. That meant that there would possibly be side effects. Depending on how this thing shook out, then he could... His eyes wandered toward one of the older members of the sorority. If this thing was intended to make anyone in the effect like that, then he could be changed. He finished copying down the diagram and tucked his notebook away. It didn't matter. He had reverse engineered some spells already, stumbled his way through. Any side effects could be removed and he could push whatever changes he did want to the surface. Minutes passed and more girls arrived. Each time he had to maneuver to not be caught. Finally, after half an hour, all of the new members had arrived. \n\n\"Welcome everyone! So good to have you all here. Congrats on making it through pledge week. Now, we've hinted at this for some of you. One of the perks of membership. Once you're affected, you can't be again. So I'll be here to help make sure everything goes right,\" the older girl said. Maybe not the president of the chapter, but one of the higher ups? \"You don't need to do anything specific. Just sit here and relax, it'll be done pretty quickly.\"\n\nBill grinned to himself, glad that he had been able to piece that together. He watched as the girl moved to a spot on the diagram and placed her hand flat against it. All of the drawings on the floor began to glow and the light emanated a warmth. Despite that, Bill shivered. He was definitely going to have some side effects...\n\n\"The length of the changes is different for everyone,\" the girl said. \"But it should be done within the hour. Now, we can head upstairs and have some drinks while we wait for our celebratory dinner!\" Girls started filtering out of the room and Bill waited until the last of them were heading up to follow. His legs felt a little shaky, and he hated that once he had made it to the main floor that he needed to wait until someone happened to open the door so that he could pass outside and make his way away from them. \n\nHe hurried away from the house and toward his own, glad that he lived in off campus housing. He was about three quarters of the way back when he felt the telltale tingling at the rune on his arm letting him know that it was getting ready to give up on him. It would leave him in who knew what state, though... he couldn't be that changed, right? His clothes still fit... \n\nEither way, he willed the rune to hold out and hurried the rest of the way back to his place, hurrying inside and up the stairs toward his room. He barely managed to get the door closed when he felt the rune heat up. Looking, he saw the rune become visible and blacken before crumbling away like ash. He became visible as it did and decided to turn his attention to the mirror he had set up in the corner. He gasped at what he saw. \n\nThe changes had been more extensive than Bill thought. There was no sign of the sight that usually awaited him in the mirror. He saw a girl who could easily stand side by side with the others he had seen at that sorority. Her hair was short, only slightly longer than his had been, styled in a pixie style. Still the same old brown he was used to, but maybe... silkier now? Her face was amazing even without make-up. A cute little nose, big expressive blue eyes, thick kissable lips. A slender neck that led down to...\n\nTo a body with large breasts on the chest. His shirt had changed, apparently. All of his clothes had, which explained why he hadn't noticed them becoming loose or anything. His shirt was much the same but cut to be more feminine. Literally. The bottom portion had been cut away to reveal his stomach and the top and arms were cut to make it more like a tanktop, showing a fair amount of cleavage. At least the magic had added a bra, he supposed. His hoodie was mostly unchanged except for being refit to his new size and becoming tighter. His jeans also clung to his new feminine curves, showing off an amazing ass. His shoes, canvas sneakers, were pretty much the same too. \n\nHuffing out a breath, Bill pulled out his notebook and looked over the diagram he had copied down. It was, admittedly, more complex than anything he had worked with up to this point. Still, he recognized some of the symbols and what certain connections did so it couldn't be too hard to figure everything out, right? He bit his lip and looked into the mirror again. This was a lot, but he could deal with it.\n\n\"Glad the roommates have already decided they like the party lifestyle,\" he said, hearing his altered voice for the first time. It was sweet and melodic. \"Gives me time to figure this out.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Monogamous Lamia comes out to her crush
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"content": "Lamia is the blanket term for the all female races of snake taurs. Everyone knows this. Everyone also knows that every Lamia is pansexual, polygamous, and sexually open. The reason for this is that lamia society is ironically very repressive. Traditional romance, where one person is tied to another, is treated the same as hardcore BDSM is in modern society.\n\nAnything different from normal is hidden, shamed, and repressed. Teenaged lamias are warned not to be too affectionate towards a single person, in fears of rumours spreading. Jealousy and possessiveness towards another person is branded as wrong. \r\n\nAcamapichtli, Aca to her friends, stares into her coffee mug. Her blood red eyes are looking deeply into the deep liquid, or else, they might catch the live coals her best friend has for eyes. \r\n\nIt didn’t start all at once. Looking through her memory, she finds two events that have started her down this path. \r\n\nThe first, was the first real day of summer. Having moved here during the winter, she had become used to seeing Morgan hanging around the small house they share naked. Her thick coat of fur covered everything well enough, and it was her house too, after all. But then, she kept doing it, as time went onward. She shed her coat, now only a soft fuzz on her legs and arms but hadn’t shed the habit of walking around naked. She had become good friends with her at that point, but when she woke up, and the first thing she saw was Morgan’s sculpted ass, something just clicked within her. \r\n\nWhere before, her ‘wet dreams’ were merely little splotches, with faceless men or women, only happening between the long droughts between her infrequent orgasms. Now they are nearly endless torrents, tsunamis of fantasy, all with Morgan starring the main role.\r\n\nEver since then, she’s started noticing certain things. How her heart clenches whenever one of her sweet smiles is pointed towards her. How it feels like someone is tearing it out whenever she smiles at anyone else. The feeling of her blood flowing below her skin whenever her infernal housemate cuddles. Which she does nearly constantly, shoving her large, pointed canid ears and her coal dust mane into her neck.\r\n\n“Heyyyyy\\~” Morgan says, her voice piercing Aca’s self-monologue. Thankfully for her heart, she’s wearing a long sleeveless top, the pure white of the cloth contrasting dramatically with her ash-grey skin; the orange glow that comes from her eyes and the back of her throat looking like the fires of hell trying to escape her body. Due to her… casualness, Aca is also aware of the fact that the inside of her puffy vagina is a similar, lava-like shade. Her large chest causes the fabric to hang, the curtain covering her very defined musculature. She’s dreamed about those abs more than once.\r\n\nAca is very different from her roommate; She’s been described as a ‘Child free MILF’ before. She has to admit, apart from her face, the rest of her is very motherly. Wide, brood rearing hips and a large, soft ass supports a slim, yet soft waist. That, in turn, supports a large, all-encompassing bosom. Unlike her hellhound friend, she almost completely covers her body; a custom-made blouse reaches up to her neck, and a long pencil skirt that would be ankle length, if she had ankles, covers her body. However, her face seems transposed, like it doesn’t belong to her. An elegant face sits on her mature body, knowing blue eyes and golden hair. Her tail marks her as specifically a Quetzalcoatl lamia, black feathers where scales should be. Her black is a different black than her roommate; The black of the void, that of an empty night. Instead of looking like she has simply lived in a fire, the soot becoming one with her skin, like that of Morgan, Aca’s black is nearly endless. The feathers seem to blend into one another from a distance, becoming a mass of inky black trailing after her. \r\n\nQuetzalcoatls aren’t rare, only about as rare as Buniyps and Leviathans. They’ve gotten more common as lamias spread across the world. Before climate control, most lamias could only live in the sun-soaked desert, their sensitivity to temperature forbidding them from spreading to the rest of the world. New theories as to why some lamias are hatched with feathers and some with fur, rather than the scales she should have. One theory, the one accepted by most of the scientific community, is that the incubating condition of the egg is the determining factor. Too cold, and a bunyip hatches. Too wet, and a Leviathan hatches. Too much movement, and a Quetzalcoatl hatches. \r\n\n“Mhmmm,” Morgan says, her tail wagging, “You’re really cute when you’re thinking, you know?”\r\n\nTrying, (and failing) to keep her heart in check, she says, “Right, yes. What were you asking again?”\r\n\n“What are you doing today?”\r\n\n“Mhm… I don’t know. I don’t have any classes today,” she says, slithering over to put her cup in the sink\r\n\n“Oh, so are you studying with anyone today?” she says, her mouth set in one of her sweet smiles. “Oh, maybe that Oz guy?”\r\n\nShe stops suddenly, trying to ignore the memory that name brings forward. \r\n\n(“Arth thou certain that a harem is truely what your heart desires?” the raven haired man says in response to her seduction attempt.\r\n\n“What’s that supposed to mean?” she says, shocked at how he broke the script; but too intrigued to stop him.\r\n\n“Thou doesn’t act like someone who wishes for something; Thou arth simply forcing thy body through the motions, waiting for something to stick. Hoping to thyself, that if thou does it right, thou mayth become like e’ry one else. The only other option is to be broken, a failure in the eyes of whoever thou careths about,” he continued, before his speech broke, and his voice filled with regret. “It’s like a fire, you know. It’ll burn through you, consuming all. The end is not pretty. I knew someone like that. She kept it bottled up too.”\r\n\n“Someone… you cared about?”\r\n\n“The crimson pooling, staining the tiles. Perse eyes turning glassy,” he says, before noticing. “Sorry. She… tried to take her own life. I got there in time, but just barely. You act exactly like her. Your eyes are flat, the smile faked, and the motions sluggish. I wouldn’t have noticed, had I not spent a few days re-living every interaction I had prior to her attempt.”\r\n\n“Oh… I’m sorry,” she says. “But I’m not… I can’t be… I have to. Have a harem. Being in one never felt appealing, and what other choice is there?”\r\n\n“I hope, for your sake, that you find out. Before those you care about find you.”)\r\n\n“HEY!” the hellhound screams at her. “Are you Ok? You just… shut down.”\r\n\n“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lies, because she is very much not fine, even though nothing should be wrong, something still is. She has to force her eyes away from her best friend’s cleavage, has to force herself to calm down, to stop feeling this warmth in her chest when she notices her best friend’s worried expression. Has to force her crotch to stop pulsing unnaturally when she notices how close her best friend’s very attractive body is to hers. Stop herself from coiling tightly around her, in order to allow her feathers to leech the infernal warmth her best friend carries. Like she has multiple times before. Like she will have to many times in the future.\r\n\n“No, you’re not,” she says, before hauling Aca to her bedroom. She throws her into her large bed, before cuddling up.\r\n\nThe soft cuddles of her crush assault the dams she has built up. They only last so long until she breaks down. The walls of denial come crashing down. She blubbers inside the Hellhound’s arms, receiving only soft whispers and kisses in return. Morgan doesn’t understand why her hopefully-future-girlfriend is crying, but that doesn’t matter to her.\r\n\nShe can see it in her eyes. Whenever Morgan did anything, her eyes would shift, from a loving lapis blue to a sad deep ocean blue. She can’t even be aroused from their closeness, due to the sheer pain radiating off of her friend. It’s a good thing Aca broke down now though. When she’s there to wipe the tears off. They spend hours like that. And she’ll spend hours more."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Late night shenanigans at the club
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"content": "Though she was normally a tomboy gamer girl, at least a couple times a month She just needed to doll herself up like a total bimbo and to go and be a total slut at a club. She kept this a secret from her friends until a group including some of the guys ran into her randomly wearing 5-inch heels, a little nothing of a dress which could barely contain her naturally large breasts, and an \"I swallow\" choker. As she felt a rush of shock and arousal, she accepted that they were about to become friends with benefits..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Despite her gene modded wet dream of a body, she was really just a gamer girl. Sometimes though, to make things interesting, she would bet with her friends the chance to use her trigger phrase which would turn her into an oversexed bimbo for the night...
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"content": "“***ZERO SUIT SAMUS WINS!!!***”\r\n\n“What?” You say, “How!” your turn to your best friend, who’s cheering her massive chest shaking with every celebratory pump. \r\n\n“I’m just the best\\~” she says, seduction dripping off of her every word. “Now\\~ I think I should get a reward\\~” she teases, pulling her top off.\r\n\n“Wait, what?” you say, your eyes stuck on her heaving globes. “That wasn’t the agreement!”\r\n\nShe smirks, before leaning in close to your ear, the movement making her mammoth mammaries fill up your view. Any thoughts you may have been having are shattered when she whispers, “Well, I’ve decided to alter the deal\\~” directly into one of your large, cat-like ears. “After all, it wouldn’t be fair if,” she continues, before shifting to your other ear, “You got to play with me if you win, but I don’t get to if you win\\~”\r\n\nYou nod, and she picks you up, carrying you all the way to your bedroom. You take off your loose top and your dress, while she strips off the micro skirt she was wearing. Your erect dicks start poking out of their pouch, the engorged heads barely escaping the hidden slit. Before you realise it, she’s over the top of you. One of her hands reaches up to massage your ear, and the other slides down to your crotch.\r\n\n“Who’s my good little Naleen\\~\\~” she says, making your dicks rise up some more. After a little break, her massages get rougher, and her other hand joins in. She shoves your head between her breasts and starts nipping at them. In between every nip, she repeats the question, all of which means you cocks are now full mast. \r\n\n“Me…” you moan, which seems to have been the right answer. She releases you, before twisting around to examine your now turgid rods. She starts stroking them, then titty-fucking them, then giving one a handjob while deepthroating the other, and then switching around, before going back to stroking them. \r\n\nYou start to wrap your snake-like tail around her, but she notices, and stops pleasing your half metre cocks, squeezing them between her thick thighs. “No no no,” she says, holding the tip of your tail, “Bad kitten\\~”\r\n\n“Please…” you say, gyrating your hips, “Please!”\r\n\n“Maybe if you’re a good little Naleen, I might\\~ Who’s my good little Naleen?”\r\n\n“I am,” you say, “I’m your good little Naleen…”\r\n\n“Good answer\\~” she says, before getting back up. She then opens up her pussy and sits down on your cocks. And she rises and falls, again and again. You’re moaning violently, the pressure of her tight walls constricting your two cocks heavenly. Right as you’re about to cum, she goes all the way down, and leg locks you, before falling down on top of you. Her massive breasts are resting on your smaller, yet still respectable, pair. She grabs your ears, and whispers into your ear. “You want to cum, don’t you? You want to fill my hungry pussy with your virile sperm, to turn my pink taco a pure white, right? Who are you?”\r\n\n“Your good little Nallen?” you say, the only thing your lust addled mind can think of. Then her voice shifts, and she says, “Cum for me\\~”\r\n\nYou do. With a loud groan, pure white semen shoots out of your cocks, at least a cup or more. When you’re finished, she pulls herself off of you, yet she doesn’t leave. Instead, she cuddles you, kissing you softly. You fall asleep, purring lightly in your friend’s arms.\r\n\n*Maybe you should lose some more…*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You walk in on your best friend's mother checking her nude self out in the bathroom's mirror.. but neither of you say anything once your eyes meet, to your surprise she even invites you in...
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"content": "Seniors in high school, it felt like Brandon and I has a world of possibility ahead of us. We were so young, we were so stupid, so unaware of what life was about, we were only looking forward and not realizing that our choices had already been made, it seemed so much like a game of pretend to us, it didn't matter at all. \nThe both of us had wanted to get laid our entire highschool tenure. It was all we wanted to do. We both had had some luck with girls, but nothing past second base. To be honest, we weren't the most popular kids around, we were both too quiet, shy, and kind of nerdy for that. I guess we just didn't understand what we had to offer girls, and so as summer approached and the prospect of college stared at us from a distance we both still didn't know what to do with ourselves. \nOne afternoon, while hanging out, Brandon had been called away by his father for 'something important'. That left me alone, or what I thought was alone, in his house. I figured I could use the time to take a shower, or maybe even just hang out and watch TV. \nSo, I headed down the hall towards the bathroom. I opened the door, to see a naked woman standing at the sink. I couldn't believe my eyes! She was naked! I tried to say something, but no words came out. My eyes went down to her bare breasts reflecting through the mirror, they were amazing! She looked so hot standing there at the sink in the nude. Her breasts were big and round, with thick dark areolas and stiff pink nipples. Her nipples were hard and stood erect above her heavy breasts. Her belly was covered in stretch marks like tiger stripes on a tan background, I couldn't believe it! This was my friend's mother? Her legs were thick, they looked like they would be warm and soft. They were bare from just above the knees and I was so excited that I couldn't move my eyes away from them. \nHer eyes flashed to mine and mine to hers. She smiled at me through the mirror and said, \"Did you need to use the bathroom?\" \nI stuttered, \"I... I was going to take a shower.\" \nShe gestured to the bath and said, \"Go ahead. Don't mind me.\" \nI couldn't take my eyes off her body. My heart was racing as I took a step closer. She noticed my stare and asked, \"You like what you see?\" \nI was tongue-tied as she plucked at her eyebrows. She said, \"You don't have to be shy. It's perfectly natural to want to look.\" \nI finally found my voice and said, \"Oh wow! You are gorgeous!\" \nShe ignored my comment and said, \"I thought you were going to shower.\" \nI was hesitant to undress in front of her and said, \"Oh yeah... yeah... I am.\" \nShe watched as I reached to my jeans and pulled them down my legs. I realized I still had my shoes on and bent down with my pants around my ankles to take them off. This caused me to lose my balance and I fell backward. \nAs if guided by a maternal instinct she turned to me and caught me before I hit the ground. She knelt down beside me and said, \"Here, let me help you.\" \nShe sat me down and moved her hands to my shoes. She unbuckled my laces and gently pulled allowing my shoes to fall off my feet. As I did, she reached down between my legs and tugged at my jeans. She pulled them down until my pants fell off my ankles and fell to the ground. I blushed knowing she could see my erection under my tight white underwear. She looked at it as she slowly stripped my socks. I tried to help her by pulling off my shirt but she waved me away. She seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being able to take my clothes off. She pulled my shirt off me and then glided her fingers down to my underwear. \nShe looked into my eyes as she held her fingers there. The only sound was our breath and my heartbeat as an eternity passed with us looking deeply into each other. I felt her fingers begin to rub across the front of my underwear and then slip into the elastic. She slowly slipped my underwear down over my erection and then pulled them off my legs. I was now sitting naked before her with an erection so hard it felt like a baseball bat. I couldn't believe it. I had never been more embarrassed in my life. She put my underwear on the counter beside her and stood up to face me again. \nShe reached down with her hand to help me up and said, \"Come on. Let's get you in the shower.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "HOT KAIJU! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
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"content": "\"Visual on the Kaiju. Over.\"\n\n\"Evacuation is complete. Hornet, You are clear to engage. Fire at will. Over.\"\n\n\"Roger. Weapons are hot in 3, 2, ... uh, command?\"\n\n\"Problem, hornet?\"\n\n\"This kaiju's a big naked woman, uh, over.\"\n\n\"Say again hornet? Over.\"\n\n\"The Kaiju's a big naked woman. Looks like she could be Lieutenant Ferrera's sister. Over.\"\n\n\"Get me a visual, hornet. Over.\"\n\n\"Sending visual. Over.\"\n\n\"Hot damn, hornet. Lieutenant Ferrera's got nothing on this thing. We were expecting a tortoise-class kaiju. Pull back and observe while I check with the CO. Over and out.\"\n\n\"Command? This is hornet. The kaiju is moving towards the downtown Over. Over.\"\n\n\"Hornet? This is Ferrera. Command's busy with CO. Over.\n\n\"Bad news Ferrera, this kaiju looks like you. Over.\" \n\n\"The fuck's that supposed to mean? Over.\"\n\n\"Sending visual. Over.\"\n\n\"What the fuck, hornet. Thought we were looking for a turtle. Uh, over.\"\n\n\"We were. You got a sister I don't know about? Over.\"\n\n\"Command's coming back, over and out.\"\n\n\"Alright, Hornet. You show Ferrera her new big sister? Over.\"\n\n\"Right on, Command. What's the word from CO? Over.\"\n\n\"CO says makes no difference we got bad intel. You are still clear to engage. Over.\"\n\n\"It's, uh, she looks human. Over.\"\n\n\"Are you refusing to fire? Over.\"\n\n\"Not...yet. something about the way she moves. Looks like there's real thoughts in her head. Over.\"\n\n\"Are you getting romantic on me, Hornet? Can you neutralize it, or do we need to scramble someone else. Over.\"\n\n\"I gotta know more before I open fire. I don't wanna murder a beautiful woman just because she's wandering down main street, you know? Over.\"\n\n\"Hornet I am advising Wing Two to begin launch preparations to assist you. You're on observation until they get there. I'm not authorized to change the mission profile, but if you really think that's a civilian and not a kaiju, you've got thirteen minutes to come up with a reason I should get CO down here. Over.\"\n\n\"Uh, will do. She's beautiful. That ain't reason enough? Over.\"\n\n\"We're in uncharted waters. If you think you can make friends with her, don't tell me so I don't have to tell you how stupid an idea that is. Over.\"\n\n\"Roger. Not doing anything stupid. Over.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This week on The Boob Whisperer! Sally is at her wits end as her bountiful bosom out grows bras on a monthly basis. Can The Boob Whisperer help tame her deepening Cleavage or simply make a growing problem even worse?!
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"content": "\"VO: This week on The Boob Whisperer! Sally is at her wits end as her bountiful bosom out grows bras on a monthly basis. Can The Boob Whisperer help tame her deepening Cleavage or simply make a growing problem even worse?!\"\n\n\n*Intro music plays. It's light-hearted and fun, featuring the Boob Whisperer making a bunch of silly faces while looking at the camera. Some jump cuts include the classic scene of him getting pushed out of the window by the rapidly-expanding breasts in the last season, playfully boxing a giant, person-sized nipple, and riding a canoe situated between two breasts.*\n\n\n*The show opens with the Boob Whisperer sitting by the fire. He's reading a magazine, which the audience can tell is full of nude women. He closes it as the frame centers on his face.*\n\n\n\"Hello Boob Dudes. As always, I'm your adventurous friend, the Boob Whisperer. On tonight's show, we have the Curious Case of Sally. Now, you know that I've dealt with everything from cursed breasts to swollen areolas to chests that just don't want to grow, but this one is something truly unique.\"\n\n\n*The scene abruptly switches to the Boob Whisperer walking through the English countryside. Lush green hills can be seen in the background as he slowly paces towards the camera, holding a well-oiled and gnarled walking stick.*\n\n\n\"See, Sally suffers from a rare condition. In fact, it's so rare that I've only read about it in obscure medical texts from the last century. *Ubera Maximus* is a disorder that causes the continual growth of breasts. If you're familiar with Andre the Giant, it's basically the same thing he had, but only affecting the boobs.\"\n\n\n*Off-screen, a sheep bleats. BW turns his head and the scene cuts again. This time, it's a drone shot on a white-sand beach. There's a few shots of the landscape before the camera descends from above. BW cranes his head directly upward to address the audience, straining his voice to be heard over the whirring copter blades.*\n\n\n\"The most famous example of this condition was a woman in the 1800s identified only by the initials BT. At the time of her death, at the unfortunate age of 24, her breasts were already a massive 34U. It's said that, before she was bedridden by the weight of her massive milkers, she hired two men to transport them in wheelbarrows.\"\n\n\n*Another scene shift, to what appears to be a busy suburban street. The camera is lying on the ground, recording passing people from the waist down. One of the pairs of legs stops and crouches down, revealing itself to be BW.*\n \n\n\"I'll be honest with you Boob Dudes; I had no idea how to go about treating Sally. But, as I think you'll see, we came to a solution that should improve her quality of life considerably. But before that, let's meet this poor, misunderstood girl.\"\n\n\n\"VO: What will the Boob Whisperer do to help Sally? Will we ever see her massive breasts? The answers to these questions tonight on the Boob Whisperer.\"\n\n\n*Ads play. There's one for a cream that purports to induce all-natural breast enhancements. Another has a woman in a white lab coat talking about the necessity for enough protein to encourage boob growth. She wears glasses to make it, like, super legit. A sports bra commercial shows a woman sitting next to a sunlit window eating non-descript yogurt while wearing their product and nothing else. The slogan is: \"Be yourself, but beautiful-er.\"*\n\n\n\"VO: And now back to the Boob Whisperer. Here's everything you need to know about Sally.\"\n\n\n*A blurred out shot fills the screen. Basic stats about Sally ascend in text form from bottom to top. The only one you remember when asked the next day is that she's a Sagittarius. The blurring fades and we see BW sitting across a quaint table from Sally. Her massive breasts rest on the table and spill off the sides.*\n\n\n\"I have to say Sally, you're quite ravishing. And not just because you have some of the largest breasts I've ever seen.\"\n\n\n\"Thank you Mr. Whisperer-\"\n\n\n\"Please, call me Boob.\"\n\n\n\"Oh, alright. Mr. Boob, I'm so worried that I won't get to live a rich, full life because of my condition. Is there any way you can help me?\"\n\n\n\"I'll do my best Sally. Before I can treat you, however, I'll have to perform an examination. Let's head on down to Boob HQ.\"\n\n\n*The Boob HQ theme plays. Rotating CGI of Sally's body appears on screen with various measurements listed. This is followed with gratuitous images of her breasts from all angles, a collage of said angles, and various shots of BW groping her. They then appear together in the middle of the lab.*\n\n\n\"We've tracked your current growth and it appears that you're growing about a cup size every 30 days, is that right Sally?\"\n\n\n\"Yes, that's right Mr. Boob. If it weren't for the income I make from my cam shows, my bra budget would bust my bank in no time.\"\n\n\n\"Truly, the fates are unfair. But I'm looking to challenge them tonight Sally because I believe that I have a solution that will slow your growth and may even reverse it. Do you trust me?\"\n\n\n\"Oh Mr. Boob, I'm willing to do anything at this point. Just please help me!\"\n\n\n\"VO: Can Sally's sad state of supersized boobs be stopped? Will this be the Boob Whisperer's greatest success or deepest defeat? Coming up next on the Boob Whisperer!\"\n\n\n*Another round of ads play. Several are the same as the first round to signify television's death rattles. One new ad shows several big-chested women playing beach volleyball. It's not clear what the product is, but then the camera slowly zooms out. Eventually, the women are just a tiny blip in the backdrop of a cityscape. A man holds an absolutely massive photo lens and gives the camera a suggestive look as a well-known camera brand's logo appears in the center of the screen.*\n\n\n\"VO: Welcome back to the Boob Whisperer. When we left off, the Boob Whisperer was about to detail his plan for tackling Sally's rare disorder, *Ubera Maximus*.\"\n\n\n*The two are back in Sally's small kitchen. Both are resting their chins in their hands, staring into each others eyes. Their elbows are propped up on Sally's swangin' hangers.*\n\n\n\"Now Sally, what I'm about to propose might sound ridiculous at first, but you've said that you trust me and I take that responsibility seriously. I think the best way to treat your breasts is with a product that I've been working on for some time. Dr. Boob Whisperer's Miracle Mammary Tonic and Hair Ointment is proven to reduce and enlarge breasts as needed. Featuring a proprietary formula and lab-tested by real people, this may be our only shot.\"\n\n\n\"How does it work Mr. Boob?\"\n\n\n\"It's actually quite simple. I rub the product all over your breasts while giving them one of my patented massages. We repeat this process daily for 29 days and check the results. If you haven't gone up another cup size, we call the treatment a success and you go on to live a rich, full life.\"\n\n\n\"Oh wow. That sounds too good to be true, but I trust you Mr. Boob. When do we start?\"\n\n\n\"As soon as possible. We can't lose a second with such a serious condition.\"\n\n\n*Tense music begins to play as Sally takes off her shirt. Boob Whisperer applies the cream to his hands and genitals and then spreads it all over her chest. After, a montage shows the same act being repeated on successive days. A paper calendar animation shows the change in days and stops 29 days later. The two are back in the lab.*\n\n\n\"Well Sally, how are you feeling?\"\n\n\n\"I feel great Boob- er, I mean, Mr. Boob.\"\n\n\n\"Please, there's no need for so much formality. We've gotten quite close in these past weeks, haven't we?\"\n\n\n\"Why yes, we have. And I'm pleased to announce that I haven't gone up another cup size either!\"\n\n\n\"Well, there you have it folks. Another successful treatment complete. If you'll excuse us, Sally and I are going to go celebrate. That's our show, but tune in next week when I answer the question 'Does cow milk induce breast growth?\"\n\n\n*The camera pans up and into the rafters of the lab. A disclaimer tells the audience that Dr. Boob Whisperer's Miracle Mammary Tonic and Hair Ointment can have varying effects and to always check with your doctor before use. Credits roll.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "If you can grow my breasts through hypnosis, you can play with them as much as you want. I'll even know you a daily titty fuck." She had been completely dismissive when she made that bet. She also didn't realize just how sensitive her newly expanding breasts would get...
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"content": "“Um… I may have messed up…” The young man says, waking up the young woman he had been hypnotising. \r\n\n“What did you mess up…” she says, fighting back a yawn. She looks down, then looks back up. “ZACH!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?”\r\n\n“I don’t know!” Zach says, nearly panicking, “It wasn’t supposed to be this effective!”\r\n\n“Well, how am I supposed to explain these things?!?” she says, pointing to her gigantic chest, “They’re bigger than my head!”\r\n\n“I’m sorry Zaina,” he says, “It was supposed to only add a few millimetres at most!”\r\n\n“Are you sure it didn’t say kilometres? These things have their own zip codes-” she says, but she stops after grabbing them, before sitting back down. “T-tell you what…” she says, stuttering. “If you give me a massage, I’ll forgive you…” \r\n\n“Oh, that I can do,” he says, having calmed down, “Lay down, I got this.”\r\n\n\\-=\\_+\\_=-\r\n\n“How…” Zach says, examining his friend. “Um, Zaina?”\r\n\n“Yeah?” she says, looking back down. “What?” where once heaving globes sat, now nearly nothing sits.\r\n\n“I don’t even know…” he says.\r\n\n“Well, at least I’m back to normal,” Zaina says, “That’s good. We can try later, ok?”\r\n\n“Fine, I guess.”\r\n\nAnd so, every weekend then on, Zaina’s breasts grew and shrank."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Don't Look, I've Turned Into a Monster... Girl!
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"content": "TDLR: someone unknowingly buy a magic custom made Kitsune figurine at a con, and end up turning into a Kitsune \n\nAt the end of some convention, you search for some closing stand with figurine, hoping to make a good deal. Your eyes stop on a small independent shop with an unknown kitsune figurine, only thing unsold on her stand. The owner tell you her figurines are custom made by herself. The person that should have buy it didn't came and she offer to sell it to you with discount. After buying it and heading home you didn't notice that the figures start to change into an human just like you, and that you too have started to change"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] An Unusual Sort of Business
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"content": "Patricia was a witch with both a seemingly endless supply of power and a deeply kinky side, so what was she to do? Open up a business! She called it Patricia's Peculiar Predicaments, and as the name implied, you would pay her and she would use her magic to set you up with the predicament of your choosing, allowing guests to experience predicaments that would usually be fatal in a completely safe manner!\n\nWanna sink in quicksand while bound gagged and vibed? She's got it! Want a snake to wrap you up and eat you? She's got just the spells for that! You and a friend wanna get mummified together completely and get groped & spanked for hours? She's got you covered from head to toe!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Don't forget that, beginning this week, casual Friday will officially become Bimbo Friday"
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"content": "“Bimbo Friday?” Ella asked, confused as she stood in front of her office’s information board. “What do they mean with Bimbo Friday?” She turned and looked confused into her coworker Bill’s face. He shrugged with his shoulders.\n\nIt all had started a couple of weeks ago, when their company had been taken over by SlutTech International. Since then Ella had noticed some changes around the office. Mrs. Smith, the old CEO, had been replaced by Mr. de Vil. She still was working at the office, although Ella had barely seen her and the last time she had spotted Mrs. Smith, she had wondered if her former boss always had those big tits.\n\n“You have questions about our new Friday setting?” a deep voice behind them said and they turned around, facing directly Mr. de Vil, who had appeared silently behind them. “I expect everyone to fit the theme. Otherwise there will be the need for some disciplinary talks.”\n\nElla noticed how he looked along her body. She wasn’t the girl who was standing out in a group, having glasses on a freckled nose and her brown hair in a ponytail. Normally she loved to wear loose clothes and so she always was happy when she got out of her normal business attire. But at this moment she almost got the impression, Mr. de Vil was thinking about her without any clothes.\n\n“I am sure everyone will fit in,” Bull said.\n\n“Excellent,” their boss said and walked away, making Ella wonder why they hadn’t heard him before.\n\n…\n\n**Friday**\n\n…\n\nAs Ella arrived at work that Friday, she had forgotten about the new theme completely. Dressed rather casually, she stepped out of the elevator and almost dropped her coffee-to-go. Across the corridor, she could see Jenny, one of her coworkers, sitting on the copy machine. Tom, another coworker, was standing in front of her. Ella was not only sure that the two were making out, but also that one of Tom’s hands was going below Jenny’s rather short skirt.\n\nThe skirt was another thing Ella barely could believe. It was not only pink but was also ending way above her knees. Besides that, Jenny’s shirt was stretching way more than normal and Ella was sure that she hadn’t seen her in such pinkish makeup before.\n\n“What the …,” she mumbled.\n\n“Ms. Lee,” a deep voice said from the side and she already knew who it was. “I can remember that I told you specifically, that the Bimbo Friday theme is not optional.” Mr. de Vil stood there, a dirty grin on his face. “In my office,” he then said and walked away."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [pm]New product at the bdsm emporium
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"content": "A Collar of Partner Mimicking, paired set.\n\nSimply feed some magic power or magic stone powder to the collar and whom ever your partner is will be recreated within the collar. Works on will people only.\n\nWhen your partner then activates theirs they will experience you session with their mimick and will then start a new session for you to experience the next time you start your Collar of Partner Mimicking.\n\nCollar of Partner Mimicking should not be used across interdimensional boundaries."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] All for a Kiss
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"content": "*Year 1*\n\nIt turned out that Aria was not lying about being a germaphobe. She refused to kiss any of the guys that she’d hooked up with in the last year. Cole seemed to be the only one who refused to respect this boundary. So, Aria either vetted her pool of mates better after the experience, or Cole was just that big an asshole.\n\nI had never, in all my long life, spent this much time in a single vessel. I was beginning to panic that I was going to be stuck inside of Aria forever. This was also the longest I’d spent inside a female body, by far. Having been born, once upon a time ago, in a male body, I tended to prefer my vessels to be men. Women were, of course, perfectly fine, or course, but they came with additional upkeep that I was not used to.\n\nI never fully appreciated just how painful menstruation was. I do not know how Aria does it. Nor, was I entirely aware of the day to day hassles a young woman tended to experience: the occasional cat call, the frequent staring at her breasts and ass, the mansplaining, the reluctance of physicians to believe their female patients when they insisted their problem wasn’t pregnancy or STD related.\n\nBut I think what bothered me the most, was the lack of consistent climaxes the few times Aria did have sex. I could count on one hand, and on two fingers, the amount of times Aria had a decent orgasm in the past year. Nearly every time, the guys would grunt, “I’m gonna cum,” and would finish inside or on Aria. \n\nBeing Aria was an interesting learning experience, but it was one I was eager to move past. \n\nAria lived in an apartment with three roommates, despite having what I initially believed to be a well-paying job. She lived in an expensive city, but did not drive, and was unwilling to move and commute to work. The women who shared her apartment were friendly enough, but often got into petty, mundane arguments with one another every other month. Having to hear Jenny complain, yet again, about needing the temperature of the thermostat to be exactly 68 degrees, or feeling Aria’s impotent and silent rage as Nadia yet again ate food that had been labelled, was akin to torture. \n\nWhen Aria wasn’t avoiding her roommates, she was getting talked down to by her boss in what I imagine was intended to be passive language. Aria was forced to sit there, looking amiable, though she was seething inside. \n\nAria read a lot of fantasy novels, and watched far too many Korean dramas in her spare time. Out of desperation, I tried to send her thought messages, to plant an idea in her head that she might pick up on. But, I knew this was futile. There hasn’t been a single time when my host and I were able to interact, so why would the rules change now?\n\nAria joined a board game club at the behest of her friend Ione. It was held on Fridays at a local board game shop. They played a new game every week with a crowd their age. Mostly, they played cooperative games, like save Doctor Lucky, or Pandemic. Aria seemed particularly interested in a guy named Austin, who was, by far, the best looking of the three guys in the group: slightly taller than Aria, with messy brown hair, and hazel eyes that made her arms break out in goosebumps every time they caught each other’s eye.\n\nI was ecstatic. Aria had never felt this way about the guys she had hooked up with since I’d been with her. Maybe she would be willing to break her no kissing rule, and I could finally be free of this tedious life of thankless work and mediocre intercourse with disappointing guys.\n\nAll I needed was for either Aria or Austin to make a move. I *knew* he liked her from all of the painfully unfunny jokes he made, and the furtive looks he cast at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. Aria also thought he might like her. I could hear it in her thoughts. \n\nBut Aria’s progress was agonizingly slow. Four weeks into attending the meetings, I was forced to not only learn, but *play* Magic th Gathering: a trading card game that Aria initially played only to have something in common with Austin, but soon came to sincerely enjoy playing. \n\nAustin’s friends didn’t enjoy losing to Aria. The two guys, Kenny and Patrick, were your usual gatekeepers—a word Aria and I learned from Ione one night, when Aria innocently asked her why it seemed like people in the group were hostile towards her. Kenny clearly disliked women, often talking down to the rest of the group during games, and was a terrible loser. Patrick seemed decent enough, but had backward ideas about women and relationships.\n\nThe two girls they played with, Catherine and Francesca, were also not exactly friendly. Catherine, who wasn’t as pretty as Aria or Ione, but had larger breasts that the guys often stared at, seemed to resent the attention Aria got from Austin. Francesca got easily frustrated by how many rules had to be explained to Aria, and how long the games dragged because of her.\n\nPersonally, I couldn’t stand any of them, except maybe Ione, who seemed to be a legitimately laid back person. Austin seemed nice enough, but he got on my nerves with all of his waffling about. Aria may have found his shy smiles and stupid hints adorable, but they drove me mad. \n\nHe got really close to asking her out one day, after Kenny had stormed off after a bad game of Magic, and Francesca and Catherine left the shop. Patrick, more so out of naïveté than an attempt to cockblock, hung around, but Ione had ensnared him in a discussion about a board game he liked called Arkham Horror.\n\n“I was wondering,” Austin said, rubbing the mess of curls out of his eyes, “if you would, uh, I mean, there’s an outdoor viewing of Princess Bride downtown. I remembered you said you liked the movie. And, I mean, it wouldn’t have to be a big deal or anything. Even as friends…”\n\nEventually, he finally asked. Aria, getting embarrassingly hot and awkward, accepted. \n\n“Cool,” he said, sounding anything but. Then, saving Ione from a similar fate, he walked over to Patrick and told him it was time to head home. \n\nIone and Aria talked the whole way home about the upcoming date. Aria felt fluttery in her stomach. In her head, I saw images of Austin’s toothy grin, his hand pushing those obnoxious curls out of his eyeline. It was enough to make you nauseous. But, it was a potential way out of all of this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've stumbled upon a perverted pocket dimension where everyone is a hornier version of your reality. Your arch nemesis won't let you leave until you've 'settled the score' with them.
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"content": "To say Samuel was confused was a bit of an understatement. The morning had started out normally enough, with him making pancakes and sharpening his scythe. *Somehow*, he went from that to standing in the shadows of a building watching a clearly much more sexually liberated advertisement on a tv across the street.\n\nSure, maybe that could just be random happenstance, absolutely. . . If he also hadn't walked past no less than three couples having sex on public benches in broad daylight and very few people bat an eye.\n\nThat's not to say Samuel himself didn't enjoy the shows, but he was not prepared for the last one to offer him to join in. He ended up running off with his tail tucked between his legs and a very red face.\n\nSo, he can cross off momentary mind control from the list of possibilities, given the metaphorical barrage of visuals he passed by that can't have been done recently, commercials, billboards. . He's pretty sure an entire shop dedicated to sex toys was decidedly *not* in that spot yesterday, either.\n\n\"Am I in another timeline?\" Given the similarities, similar street layout, most of the faces he passes by are familiar too, and he's pretty sure they recognize him as well. . . This seems like a reasonable conclusion. . The big question is. . . how did it happen? Can he go back? Oh damn, what's *he* like in this timeline?\n\nAlthough, wait. . Timelines change events, not the general mindset of literally everyone. . . . Maybe he's in a parallel universe?\n\n\"Oh, look what we have here\\~?\"\n\nSamuel is brought out of his thought process by a familiar voice. . . a voice that usually means trouble. \"Talia.\" He looks up to see a purple haired elven woman in a tight blue shirt and green skirt, with a rapier strapped to her waist standing atop the roof of the building next to him. Samuel was almost about to blurt out a taunt, but held his tongue for a few moments. Most likely, this wasn't *his* Talia, but the Talia of *this* universe.\n\nShe, however, seemed to have no reservations. \"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?\" She giggles to herself. \"I see you brought your scythe this time. Having fun with your selection?\"\n\nOkay so he still had a variety of weapons. \"There is no rhyme or reason to what I pick on any given day, Talia.\" My tail swished slightly in anticipation, but I wasn't sure what to expect. The usual, in spite of all odds? Or something a bit more. . . . intimate. .\n\n\"I was hoping to find you on your A-game.\" The elf suddenly jumped down with her sword drawn, and Samuel quickly responded by drawing his scythe and swinging it to deflect. \"After our last bout I could barely walk, I wanted to try again with the same weapon, but if you're going to handicap yourself, then be my guest!\"\n\nShe danced around his blade, finding ample opportunity to jab towards him with her own, also deftly avoiding a jolt of electricity shot forwards from his left hand, as his mind began working to parse her words. Barely walk? Okay maybe it wasn't as odd as he made it out to be, but given what he had seen so far today, he had a feeling something else was involved other than his weapon.\n\nThe street was blocked off as their fight left the alleyway, and Samuel distinctly took note that the civilians were not clearing out. . Rather, they were gathering around. Also not the most unusual occurrence, but they didn't seem to be quite focused on the fight going on in front of them right that moment. . They stood by in anticipation.\n\nSamuel dodged as Talia's blade and nearly thrust his hand forwards to blast her in the face with an energy blast when suddenly something flew right into his legs and tripped him. Talia must have maneuvered something while he was distracted. Before he could get his footing Talia waved a hand Samuel found himself in a psychic hold being pinned to the ground. He struggled to get up but Talia's grip was too focused.\n\n\"I believe that will do it.\" Said Elf smirked triumphantly as she kicked Samuel's scythe out of his hands. For a couple seconds Samuel forgot what predicament he was in just a couple minutes ago and expected her to stab her blade into him. . . Then his mind completely ceased functioning when instead she proceeded to straddle him.\n\nThe surrounding civilians interest kicked into high gear now, as they watched the elf start to rub herself against her defeated opponent. Talia leaned in and stared down at Samuel. \"You usually give me such a *rough* time\\~ I've been waiting for the day I could take charge\\~\"\n\nAll Samuel could do was dumbly watch as she reached down and began unbuckling his belt. He also took notice that he could see her panties like this, and they were decidedly already wet. \"You certainly seem to be excited.\" His heart beat fast in anticipation.\n\nTalia just grinned down at him as she freed his manhood and give it a few good rubs before continuing to grind against him. The crowd watched in clear interest. Samuel wondered if this was a common occurrence.\n\nTalia soon reached down and moved her panties to the side and angled herself to set herself down on top of Samuel's dick, letting out a breathy sigh as he began to enter her. The crowd began to cheer her on as she settled herself further and further onto him.\n\nEventually she had gotten as much as she could take and began gyrating her hips. Samuel let out a moan of his own, but something didn't seem right. He stared up at her in silent question. She laughed and looked down at him. \"Thought I'd get this rolling quickly, right? More like. . . this\\~?\" She lifted herself up a little, up his cock, before letting herself fall back down it, eliciting a more content moan from her captive. She did this a few times before going back to gyrating as she had before. \"That would be nice, wouldn't it\\~? But why rush?\" Her tone turned into a bit of a taunting one, though her own voice broke into a breathy moan for a bit. \"You don't need to be too q-quickly gratified, do you?\"\n\n\"Y-you can't-\" Samuel struggled with her hold again, wanting to pick up the pace. \"L-let go, or speed up!\" He tried to move his hands towards her hips, but her psychic hold stayed firm.\n\n\"Now, why would I do that?\" She gave him a few good hip thrusts just to keep him stimulated before going back to her previous motions. \"Unfortunately, my hips are in a more delicate position, so I can't *safely* make you as sore as I usually get. But in return, you are more susceptible to *denial*. So. . . I'm going to take my time. Hope you didn't have anything planned anytime soon\\~.\"\n\nSamuel thought for sure the crowd would be in an uproar at that, but as he angled his head to get a better look, it seemed as though they were just as interested in seeing him struggle as they might have been in seeing Talia bounce. He'll get no reprieve from them.\n\nThis is going to be a long day."
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