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Write a story using this writing prompt: He sat under the same tree everyday, drawing. He loved the beauty of nature and plants and the natural world. One day, the dryad of the tree decided to be bold and talk to him.
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"content": "August hair and Amber eyes line beautiful mahogany skin, an overwhelming herbal scent mixed with morning dew drifts with a hint of something electrifying to my mind.\n\nMy mind may be blank but my body holds true to my desires, my hands furiously trying to imprint this mother of nature where words or thoughts cannot.\n\nLong have I tried to depict Mother Nature's bounty upon this landscape and it's various seasons laid where I least expected was this ambrosia to my eye.\n\nWere I a minstrel I'd sing serenades of everything and nothing, were I royalty I'd offer protective sanctuary with my kingdom defending theirs, were I a gardener I would cultivate this beauty so it may flourish as its meant to be.\n\nAlas, I am a child with a fancy dream of paints and pastels, fruitlessly trying to capture the ethereal essence of Nature's beauty. Let my tears feed their soil where my ineptitude may not, let my body one day rest beneath its safe canopy forevermore to become one with nature and witness all that it has.\n\nLet my hand of an Artist talk where I cannot, for truly where words and thoughts lay buried may my desires ring true o apple of mine eye.\n\nOnly to crumble when they touch my soul and say \"*it's alright.*\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] being stood up for a double date
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"content": "You, your best friend and your respective partners had planned a double dinner date. When when you reach the restaurant you receive a message from your partner saying they can't come, no explanation given. Outside the restaurant you find your best friends partner, who gives you a similar story. Not wanting to waste the evening, the two of you decide to stay. In the back of your head you are curious to see where this evening could end."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All of the girls in the dorms seem to be getting bustier and bustier. Only one breast obsessed and mischievous young lady knows why...
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"content": "It was getting harder for Sarah to bite her lip. The whole house had assembled for a regular meeting, and someone had finally brought up the issue: Everyone’s breasts were getting bigger. Noticeably bigger. Way bigger. Not necessarily at the same pace, but no girl was their original size anymore. The first to realize this was a trans girl named Emma. But slowly, everyone else started to notice bra cups a little too full, or clothes no longer feeling right. After a couple weeks nobody’s bras were fitting, and everyone was wearing still-tight but more comfortable sports bras and bralettes, hoping their growth would subside. Group trips to the mall a weekly necessity. Sarah had to hide her excitement seeing more nipples poking through tops, or hearing girls quietly talk about their new sizes. Or them struggle with their new boobs when getting dressed, folding their arms, or doing their homework at a table. One such girl was Grace, her brunette roommate, who had stood up in the meeting. \n\n“Okay, we need to stop tip-toeing around the issue: Everyone’s boobs are growing. And this isn’t some freshman fifteen thing. It’s happening to EVERYONE. Even the seniors next door. What is going on?” Grace asked, rather frustrated. \n\n“Calm down, it’s not that bad! Who wouldn’t enjoy some bigger boobs?” a blonde girl smirked from across the room, some tasteful cleavage on display with her blue v-neck wrap top. At one time she had been a meager B-cup, but now some creamy Fs were nestled nicely in her latest bra. \n\n“Yeah, I like them. My boyfriend does too,” a short girl shrugged with a blush. Her round tits were standing proud on her small frame, even bigger than the blonde’s. She wasn’t even wearing a bra, but the perky masses were doing their best to make their presence known under her tight t-shirt. \n\nDiscussion in general began, acknowledging what was going on, but nobody really knowing what could cause it. Or if they knew what cause it, what could be done to stop. The room was split about if the change was for the better or worse, though most girls were enjoying their extra mass, most of which was bouncing as girls moved and argued. Sarah could only blush and watch the show. She crossed her legs under her skirt, and hoped nobody noticed her growing arousal. The girl next to her accidentally swung her new, huge breasts into Sarah’s face by accident, and Sarah almost drew blood biting her lip to keep from creaming then and there. But right when Grace was about to get really upset, Emma stood up in a retro pink and white dress.\n\n“Um…” she started nervously, “When this started I was flat. I was regularly misgendered or called a tomboy. And now… Mom says I’m the biggest in the family,” she smiled, embarrassed but proud. She moved her arms from over her chest, which was now sporting twin cantaloupe-sized boobs with a tight line of cleavage. The dress was straining to contain then, and was all the support Emma’s breasts had at the moment. You could stick a pencil between them and it would stick… “I don’t care what’s doing this,” Emma continued, “I’m just glad that it’s happening.”\n\nAfter that the talk got quiet and moved to another topic, nobody wanting to sour the mood… But Grace was still angry. \n\n“Unbelievable,” she grumbled, pacing in their dorm room. Sarah watched from her bed, legs crossed. “Yeah, some girls like this, but am I really the only one that thinks this is weird? That everyone’s tits started randomly exploding in size??” \n\n“It’s… Certainly strange,” Sarah agreed. \n\n“Strange doesn’t even cut it!” Grace shouted. “I mean COME ON. Do you REALLY like this?”\n\n“W-welllll,” Sarah blushed. She liked it. She liked it a LOT. The minimum bra size was a D-cup now, and even those girls may have been in denial. The amount of bouncing boobs around her now was so disorienting, Sarah could hardly walk down a crowded hallway anymore. And if she did, she’d come into contact with more breasts, intentionally or not, than she had her whole life. To say she was enjoying herself was an understatement. “It’s… Not that bad. Heh, I’ve finally outgrown my mom,” she said, and glanced down. Sarah’s own bust had been a C-cup her whole life. A firm, reliable C. But the buttons on her blouse strained to hold back the G-cups she now had. They may have sagged more than she wanted, but Sarah loved all boobs. It was an obsession that started young. Maybe it was because she watched too much anime aimed at young men. Or maybe it was her first boyfriend that was also into big boobs. \n\nGrace, meanwhile, looked at her like she was insane. \n\n“You’re kidding me… Ugh, of COURSE you’re okay with it… You’re wearing my old bras! Meanwhile, I’m stuck with THESE,” Grace said, and stuck her great, humongous chest out to emphasize. Sarah couldn’t help but smile. \n\nGrace now had the biggest boobs on campus. And that was saying something… Not only were they big, they were huge. They were bigger than Grace’s head. And no matter the angle Grace was standing at, Sarah could always see the curvature of her roomies bust. One of Sarah’s favorite angles was from behind, when Grace’s already thick posterior was facing her, with the sides of Grace’s boobs still visible when she raised her arms. Every top Grace had, new and old, was strained tight. If it came close to fitting, it pulled up and revealed her lean, if slightly padded, midsection. It was impossible to minimize them because her entire ribcage was covered in thick, luscious breast. \n\n“I haven’t seen my stomach in weeks. Or feet. And my bras are now fifty bucks, minimum,” Grace continued her rant as her huge boobs bounced in her tank top. She had worn a sweatshirt to the meeting, but it was far too warm to be wearing one. A sweaty sheen only added to just how tasty Grace’s cleavage looked. She turned, and more boob than Sarah had at the beginning of this was poking out the arm hole of Grace’s top, even with the massive bra she was wearing. “Everyone keeps staring at me, and these take up a whole desk when I’m sitting down, and showers are too cramped now and… and… Sarah…. You okay?” Grace paused and looked at Sarah quizzically. The smaller-busted (but still big) girl hadn’t said anything in a while, and looked like she was starting off into her happy place. Her happy place apparently resting right between Grace’s enormous boobs, based on where her eyes were. Sarah’s will continued to weaken as the gorgeous woman’s figure faced her head-on – boobs bigger than any she’d seen before, an athletic waist, and a lower half worth at least three C’s in THICCC. \n\nBefore Grace could even tell what was going on with her quirky roommate, Sarah leapt from her bed onto her, and the two landed on Grace’s bed, across from Sarah’s. “Ack. Sarah, what the heck,” Grace started, surprised at the otherwise timid girl’s sudden action. But she was cut off when Sarah gripped the white tank top and ripped it right down the center starting at the neck. Grace’s huge boobs and their almost equally huge black bra were now on display, sitting high on Grace’s chest. They looked big enough to suffocate herself if let out of the bra. Sarah’s eyes got as big as dinnerplates, and her blushed expression made Grace feel things she wasn’t sure she had felt before. “Er… Sarah?” Grace said quietly, her breathing causing her chest to heave and ripple. Her brunette hair was splayed all around her on her bed.\n\n“Shhh… You’ve talked a lot,” Sarah said, and set her hands on either side of Grace’s breasts, still clad in the silky bra. Her hands looked tiny compared to the masses, but she started massaging them. Kneading them. Squeezing them. Grace almost yelped, and brought a hand up to her mouth, brushing against her right breast on the way up, a line of cleavage getting darker from being pushed inwards. Now Grace was biting her lip as Sarah’s ministrations started to build up in her chest. Subconsciously, Grace spread her legs wider. Seeing her subject willingly accepting, Sarah’s hands got more aggressive, really focusing on kneading and worked her roommate’s breasts through her bra. Grace gasped, and tried covering her mouth fully with her hand, her labored breathing through her nose and muted moans only making her cuter to Sarah. After another moment of Grace doing her best to keep her composure, she felt Sarah’s hands go to the bra straps on her shoulder, and she looked up and met Sarah’s eyes. Sarah’s… enticing… brown eyes… \n\n“If you want me to stop, you just have to say so,” Sarah said with a sexy, controlling undertone. “Otherise…” she said, and lowered her body so her own G-cups in her blouse (which had lost a button or two in the leap) were resting atop Grace’s breasts. They weren’t dwarfed in size, but it was clear who the bigger woman was. Grace looked down, and all she could see was boob; her own, begging to be set free, with her now erect nipples starting to poke out, and Sarah’s, sitting in one of her old lacy push-up bras, with cleavage calling for her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a story about a woman who is well known for being tough but who hides a secret: she really likes receiving anal sex.
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"content": "So, I may have taken a little bit of liberty with the prompt, but premise is the same. This is part 1 of 2 possible parts… if folks are actually interested:\n\n***\nShe was laying prone on the floor, the tip of the rifle muzzle just peaked out beyond the jagged edges of the broken windowpane. The butt of the rifle was drawn up snug to the inside of her shoulder. The outside was an over-washed painting of purple and amber. The street was still. No bodies or cries of the dying. Empty as far he could tell. Only the eerie glow of distant flames like a hundred little setting suns.\n\nThe first few days were filled with screaming, and the rat-a-tat-tat of the assault rifles, now it was deadly silent. The smell of smoke lingered in the air, a foul sulfuric smell. Flames clung to concrete and twisted steel. If it wasn't for that smell he could've pretended it wasn't happening. They had fire-bombed the city, probably more than *just* the city if he was being honest with himself.\n\nAlvarez hadn't moved in hours. He wondered just how long she could stare out into the dark. Staring out there made his eyes blur over. The colors washed out and as he regained his focus his eyes lazily moved over her shoulders, down her back, then to the curve of her waist. She was still wearing that silky olive-colored t-shirt with a bandolier across it, covered in unbuttoned pouches. Her pants were bloodstained and marred in parts but were still mostly green camouflage. \n\nThough he did not mean to, he found himself staring at her ass. His eyes lingered hungrily on the ripe curve of her butt beneath the restricting material. He absently read the 'Alvarez' patch curved across her right rear pocket, again and again as he studied the full shape of each cheek.\n\n\"You know if the phones are working yet?\"\n\nThe sudden break in the silence startled him. He reached into his pocket and checked his phone as she asked.\n\n\"Still no signal,\" he answered.\n\n\"Are you bored?\" She asked without lifting her cheek from the butt of the rifle.\n\n\"I figured I'd come keep you company. Listening to everyone else freak out, does little for my sanity.\"\n\nHis answer seemed to surprise her. Alvarez dropped her rifle and turned onto her hip, \"You're not freaking out?\"\n\nHe shook his head nonchalantly, sensing that he had a chance to impress her, \"freaking out about it doesn't change our situation,\" he said putting on his bravest voice.\n\nAlvarez laughed cheerily, \"I'm glad I have such a big strong man with me.\"\n\nThe sound of her hysterical laughter made his cheeks burn, \"Okay, I'm freaking out a little,\" he admitted.\n\nHer breathing went soft and resonated from her stomach. She was beautiful and fierce. Big brown eyes, freckles, thick and weedy brown hair loosely held in was probably once an immaculate bun. She was pretty, but more than that she was leadership material, at least for the ragtag bunch that was held up in this library.\n\n\"Well, you did manage to drag my half-conscious ass into this building before I got ganked. You're braver than most,\" she assured him with a tight-lipped grin.\n\nShe seemed to hold her breath as she was waiting for something. Looking up at him with her large brown misty eyes.\n\n\"—We should probably do a quick supply run before sun-up,\" she said all at once, \"…GOD, I could fuck up some Oreos right now, and proper bath —FUCK, a bubble-bath would be *bomb* right now.\"\n\nHe couldn't help myself, even with the world literally on fire around them, the thought of her naked covered in suds instantly sent a rush of blood to his cock. He didn't even have the good sense to shield the swelling tightening the front of pants.\n\nAlvarez noticed right away. Her lips curled into smirk and she pointed her chin toward his crotch, \"someone really likes Oreos?\" \n\nHe felt his thighs grow tense, \"Oh, well… I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something… and it's been like 2 weeks… and there's like twenty people in here…\"\n\n\"Don't worry about it… I haven't gotten laid in like two months…\" She was looking at him strangely. She wasn't angry, she actually seemed excited, \"maybe we could help each other out?\"\n\nHe tried to hide the shock in his voice, \"You're messing with me?\" he asked preparing to laugh the whole thing off as some awkward joke.\n\n\"No, I'm serious.\"\n\n\"like …sex?\" he whispered.\n\nAlvarez sat up, drawing in her knees toward her chest and under her forearms, and nodded.\n\n\"We don't have any protection…\" he said before he could really think about what he was potentially turning down.\n\n\"…that's okay,\" Alvarez answered, her voice becoming more agitated, \"I actually want… but… it's not… \" she stopped herself and looked away from him as if trying to come up with the right words. She shook her head no, before blurting out, \"you know how there's two holes —well technically three down there…\" she took a deep breath, and smiled wistfully, \"I like it in the *other* hole…\"\n\nHis jaw dropped open. Her cutesy-manic way of explaining it just made her even more endearing. He couldn't believe someone like her was even suggesting *anal.* She was an undeniable badass, somehow it felt paradoxical.\n\nShe nodded to herself and before he could saying anything, she began to mimic struggling to spread apart the air in front of her with outstretched fingers, playfully wriggled her nose, \"I just want you… to get in, like really get in there, and just pound it, pound it, until I'm shaking… I want to forget this all happening, I want to forget my own name… for like just ten minutes… or five… or you know, whatever…\"\n\n\"I get it,\" he answered, trying to ignore how hard his cock was throbbing. \n\nAlvarez beamed, \"SO yes?\"\n\n\"Fuck YES,\" he agreed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where an omniscient computer runs everything, including people's dating lives, a couple of rivals keep getting assigned to dates with each other whenever the algorithm determines that what they need is *truly incredible* hate sex...
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"content": "\"… And after all the dreary work, I have set up a date for you!\" The computer's chirpy voice finished my agenda for today. I almost cut myself on my prized straight razor–which would get me a recommendation to go to automated barbers again.\n\n\"It's not Brighton again, is it?\" I asked cautiously. Erin Brighton, bane of my life. Former best friend, now nemesis. The camera gave me a little zoom. Of course it was ridiculous to attribute it human emotions, but it felt almost mischievous.\n\n\"Mayyyybe. If it was, it would be the third date though and doesn't that just sound exciting?\" The computer said happily. I slumped. You'd think that sort of bug was impossible for an AI this successful and knowledgeable, but here we were.\n\n\"Can you reassign me to somebody else? Literally anybody else. Some lonely octogenarian or a crack junkie, maybe.\" I sighed as I took the outfit for today from the delivery box. It was a nice suit at least.\n\n\"Let me check: No, I can't. It will be so much fun. You are so cute together! And remember: not showing up for your date is treason!\" The computer said quickly and receded the camera to signal that the discussion was over, though of course it was still watching.\n\nFor a precious few seconds after ringing the bell, I could pretend she would not open. Because she got in a car crash or something. But no such luck.\n\n\"So we meet again, Dorian.\" The grating voice said when Brighton opened the door.\n\n\"Brighton.\" I acknowledged her presence, which was nicer than I would have preferred. She had this horrid white and green dress with way too much cleavage.\n\n\"I see you brought veggies–from the market?\" She asked and led me in. The apartment was a wild mashup of old looking furniture and her own paintings.\n\n\"From my garden actually. The computer recommended I bring something personal.\" I said through gritted teeth.\n\n\"Of course you couldn't come up with such a pleasant idea yourself. But I'm glad your war on snails is going well. Let's get this over with.\" The red-haired devil said and walked to the kitchen. The agenda for this date that we'd both received from the computer was:\n\n\n\n1. Cook a nice dinner together (specifications attached).\n2. Watch a cute movie together (specifications attached).\n3. …maybe more? (specifications attached).\n\nIt was moments like these where I thought giving an AI such power over our lives had been a bad idea. Maybe it had ended poverty, need for human labour, and most sicknesses, but the cruelty to force me through this was unforgivable.\n\n\"So I see you've put all your arguments out in the open. It looks cheap.\" I said, nodding at her dress. She turned around with a huge knife in her hand.\n\n\"I get my clothes from the same place as you do. I personally would have chosen something else, but variety is the spice of life after all. You should try it sometime. Here, can you cut the tomatoes?\" She asked and gave me the knife. I remembered to breathe again and got to work. A camera came from the ceiling.\n\n\"Hello~! I hope you are enjoying each other. Do you want some recommendations for recipes using the beautiful things that Dorian has brought?\" The computer asked happily.\n\n\"No, we're fine.\" Brighton and I said in unison, groaning in response to agreeing.\n\n\"Oh, you're so in sync, it's adorable. Fine, I don't want to keep you lovebirds distracted. Well, maybe one more thing: what do you like best about the other person? And remember: not answering honestly is treason~!\" The computer sang.\n\n\"Can't you extrapolate that from our personalities or something?\" I sighed.\n\n\"Yes. That's why I know if you're lying~.\" The computer insisted, the camera jumped in front of me on its flexible arm. There was a long pause.\n\n\"I suppose I don't hate her hair. It's a pleasant colour.\" I finally gave in.\n\n\"Is that all~?\" The computer voice probed further. I almost cut my finger at that. The camera slowly crept closer. I started sweating a bit.\n\n\"I like his beard. It's handsome.\" Brighton jumped in. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to help me. The camera backed off.\n\n\"Oh, that's nice, you like each others' hair! Shallow though: do you like anything about each other's personalities too?\" The computer chirped happily, focusing on Brighton instead.\n\n\"Come on, it can't be that hard. Look at these little treason stars I have for you if you want to keep your secrets~.\" The computer said happily when nobody replied.\n\n\"… I like her creativity, I suppose. Her paintings are not the worst I've ever seen.\" I offered begrudgingly. The camera looked… pleased.\n\n\"… And I like that he's always trying to push himself, even if it's aggravating most of the time.\" Brighton pressed out.\n\n\"Oh, wasn't that fun? So on a scale from one to ten, how hot do you think the other is?\" The computer asked cheerily. We looked each other over, stewing in hatred. Disregarding everything she was, she wasn't even bad looking, and the damned computer knew it. I reluctantly checked out her body, though we were familiar enough with each other that it was mostly to buy time. She had a slight curves that should be pleasing to the eye, if it was anybody else. Her eyes were large and sharp and probably went through the same dilemma right now.\n\n\"Oh nevermind, you're both perfect tens. Enjoy your evening!\" The computer said and retreated into the ceiling. Brighton took a deep breath.\n\n\"That was harrowing.\" She said finally and went back to washing vegetables.\n\n\"At least it didn't go through with the last one.\" I said, not wanting to agree with her so easily. Brighton chuckled.\n\n\"Oh, so that would have been embarrassing too? Good to know.\" She said. Crap, I'd walked straight into that.\n\n\"Embarrassing that it was a two. I don't like to talk ill of people.\" I lied and half expected the camera to jump out and call me out. Fortunately, it didn't.\n\n\"Sure thing. I don't have trouble admitting I'd rate you fairly highly. It's really the rest of you that's the problem.\" She said and started the risotto. I bit my tongue. Brighton took the high road too. I felt like putting her up against that kitchen counter and… I don't know.\n\nThe rest of the dinner had this strange energy, as if it was only needed a spark to explode. It was for the best that the knives went away. The risotto was surprisingly good at least, though it was her grandmother's recipe. Why couldn't I go on a date with the old lady instead?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She stood infront of the gate and needed to get to the other side at any cost....
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"content": "#The Odds Are... Strange:\n\n*[Part 1 of maybe X, feedback is appreciated]*\n\nThelmia was an umbral skinned smuggler, having lived 23 years of roughing it and never staying at one place for too long. She was 5'5\" with strong thick thighs and a bouncy behind that firmly filled out her khaki ballistic weaved cargo pants. All of her clothing had a ballistic inter-weave, even her wide brimmed brown hat. With a blue shirt whose long-sleeves were rolled up a stylish yet sleeveless brown leather vest was worn over it and unbuttoned. Thelmia stood amongst the crowd at the **Castion Gate**, a 2k feet high iron and brass gate/wall; of which spanned the border between the tropic-desert lands of the *Osthepia Consulate* and the verticality-happy arboreal woodlands of the *Ambul Federation,* the globe's biggest exporter of timber. She needed to get through, but didn't want to surrender her weapons, *nor* get arrested given the modest Consulate bounty on her head. Thankfully Thelmia was creatively clever sometimes, and flexible thanks to whatever her father was. If only she had met him....\n\nAaaaanyways she hid in the crown, staking out the cargo trucks going in and out of the gate expediently. Acting on a risky gamble of an impromptu plan the smuggler used the sudden commotion from a belligerently combative old man waiting in line to crouch, duck, dip and weave towards then through the cargo inspection area. The fifth truck's abundance of large crates was perfect! With less than thirty seconds she carefully but speedily pried a big crate open, and sealed herself in, hiding under the packing hay just before an inspector and three security personnel climbed into the truck's back. It was a tense experience for Thelmia as they took their' time opening and lazily glancing through each box. She was lucky that the inspector was so dangerously complacent, having not even bothered to search the packing hay concealing her and the metal breathing straw poking out the back of said container. Naturally this tense situation continued for an hour as the truck eventually was processed through into Ambul.\n\nFour hours later the truck came to a stop, and after another half hour the coast sounded clear! Thelmia used her multi-tool to pry, scrape n' wedge the crate's lid off, uncurling out of it with a groan as she stretched. Dim yellow strip lights adorned the storage of the cargo truck, as the shutter door remained closed. Ecstatic to have pulled this all off she strode towards the shutter door, and tripped halfway over... A boot?! Thelmia fell onto the equally startled worker lying on the rightmost crates, his foot recoiling. The smuggler had landed right on top of him, face to face, chest to chest, hands pinning his arms down unintentionally. The two, wide eyed and speechless began blushing as a growing awkward bulge pressed into the groin of her pants. It's only been three weeks since Thelmia got some action; But her free-spirit, libido and the heat of the moment led her to kiss the cutie underneath her. \n\nThe tan, stocky warehouse worker's eyes bulged in surprise, but that quickly melted away as the two complete strangers began running their' hands up and down each other's bodies in addition to grinding. Her eyes briefly shot open with a delighted yet muffled gasp as the guy started taking her leather vest off. The augmented aspects of Thelmia's biology kicked into high gear as her slit and backdoor became wet and aroused; Furthermore the two shared a muffled chuckle as she helped him unclothe her. With her shirt removed and pants pulled down to her ankles Thelmia held her breath as she undid his belt then fly, revealing the big bulge in this worker's underwear. He looked a little embarrassed, running his hand through his short black hair while breaking eye contact. Noticing the smuggler immediately grasped his cheek, turning his head so he could look as she pressed his bulge into her panty-covered muff. \n\nBoth shuddered with pleasure as she lightly bobbed up and down, a grin twitching in the corner of Thelmia's mouth as she teased them both. The teasing was quite effective, emboldening the lad into pushing his hand under her bra, grasping one of her B-Cup breasts. Smiling in response, her mouth was slightly open as she said, *\"Ready ahn-, to have some* ***real*** *f-fun?\"* He nodded, but raised an eyebrow as she turned herself around on top of him, looking over her back at him with a devilish grin. Next the smuggler pulled her soaked panties to the side to reveal her puffed up muff. The man initially jolted however when she slid her butt right up to his face, wiggling it from side to side with bated horny breaths. His surprise perished at the clear invitation to eat her out. The desire in her eyes invigorated her impromptu lover, and so he began eating out her pussy wholesale.\n\nShe gasped and let out deep breaths as his fingers dug into her cheeks and his tongue across her little pleasure nub. It wasn't his skill, but the dedication that made it feel better and better. Thelmia sat on his face even harder for a good 10 seconds longer before almost catapulting herself down to his dick. She spun around to face him as she slid his cock inside of her. The worker dug his fingers into the box under him as she rode his shaft fast and passionately. She even put her hands behind her head, her closed eyes and perpetual gasps n' moans a symphony of pleasure that drowned out his own. As both were getting close Thelmia halted, rose up, and pressed his girth into her ass. He asked if she was sure, receiving a moanful *'Yeah'* as the smuggler anally rode him. They both picked up pace quickly however, holding each others' hands. It almost became a frenzy as he came hard in a final skyward thrust, *just* before Thelmia put her hand over her mouth, crying out in a body-racking orgasm. The spent smuggler remained motionless aside from muscle spasms for awhile, speechless in her post-nut bliss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cute nerd takes teacher's pet to the next level when he starts getting dommed by his favorite college professor.
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"content": "Adam had always been embarrassed when his class called him the teacher's pet. Especially when at 18, he realised he had a crush on said teacher, leading him to imagine something more risky than his classmates were suggesting.\n\nIt hadn't helped when he'd signed up on a gay app anonymously, looking to explore his interests, and discovered, Mr. Peterson's profile. The picture of him shirtless appearing in Adam's dreams many a time.\n\nAdam had struggled with his feelings, not sure what to do. But after saying up and buying some kit, he uploaded a picture to his profile. In it, Adam was wearing a short rubber suit, boots, pup mitts, knee pads, and a pup hood. He'd made sure the hood prevented someone from identifying him from it and added a simple sentence to his profile. \"Stray pup looking to be someone's pet.\"\n\nThe following day, Adam received a message from Mr. Peterson, saying. \"Morning Pup. Sir, has a collar with your name on it. If you're a good boy, that is. Want to meet up this weekend and submit to me?\"\n\nAdam nearly dropped his phone reading it and struggled not to stare at Mr. Peterson at school. It was with trembling fingers that Adam sent a reply that evening, after jerking one out thinking about what Mr. Peterson might do to him.\n\n\"*Woof* Evening Sir. Pup would love to meet you, just tell me when and where.\"\n\nSoon, Adam had a time, and the place was unsurprisingly Mr. Peterson's address. Along with instructions on how he was expected to dress.\n\nThe school days seemed to drag by, Adam pensive and horny, getting more and more worked up as the days ticked by.\n\nWhen Saturday finally arrived, Adam confirmed he was still coming over and got dressed.\nPutting on the rubber suit, knee pads, and boots while wearing a tracksuit on over the top. He placed the mask and mitts in a back, pulled up his tracksuit hood, and headed out.\n\nApproaching Mr. Peterson's house, he found the front porch unlocked. Stepping inside, he closed it behind him, took off his tracksuit, and put on the mask and mitts. Gulping, Adam pressed the doorbell and got onto his hands and knees, no backing out now.\n\nMr. Peterson soon answered the door, wearing a pair of jeans, leather chest harness and matching leather gloves and cap.\n\n\"Good morning, pup. Come in. Livingroom is the first door on the left. Wait for me there.\" He greeted Adam before instructing him on what to do. Adam cautiously wandered in, trying to get used to moving on his hands and knees, as his teacher packed up his discarded tracksuit into the rucksack and brought it inside.\n\nThe living room was nice, and cushions were laid out on the floor with a water bowl placed beside it. Adam flushing as he reaslised Mr. Peterson was actually going to treat him like a dog.\n\nWhen his teacher came in, he was holding a collar and a few restraints. He sat on the couch, legs spread, and patted the seat. \"Come over here, pup.\"\n\nAdam padded over, placing his paws in the seat and looking up. His eyes reflecting his excitement and nerves. Mr. Peterson ruffled his hair and gave his some scratches. \"That's a good boy. Are you ready to submit to Sir and be his obedient little pet?\" He asked, smiling encouragingly.\n\nAdam woofed, nodding his head, only now realising he couldn't speak without giving away who he was. It caused Mr. Peterson to laugh. \"Okay. Well, let's get you sorted then.\"\n\nThe older man reached out and wrapped the collar around Adam's neck, securing it nice and snugly so Adam wouldn't be able to forget he was wearing it. Then, he placed a restraint around each of Adam's wrists, Adam not considering how he would be unable to remove the mitts afterwards.\n\n\"Turn around, pup!\" Mr. Peterson commanded. Adam instinctively doing so, looking over his shoulder and thigh and ankle restraints were also added, his teacher then securing them together, keeping Adam's legs bent and effectively preventing his from standing up. Adam shivered, cock swelling as he was left completely at his teacher's mercy.\n\n\"Much better. Though every pup needs a tail. You'd like that, wouldn't you? One woof for no, two for yes.\" He said, revealing a butt plug shaped like a tail, one hand stroking Adam's lower back and ass, as if to keep him calm.\n\nAdam's hole clenched, and he let out a little needy whimper, feeling his cock swell. Mr. Peterson was going to touch him back there, just like in his fantasies. Adam woofed twice energetically, his teacher moving to unzip the suit and reveal Adam's cheeks.\n\nMr. Peterson removed a glove and applied some lube to his fingers, sliding them between Adam's cheeks and teasing his asshole, Adam moaning slightly and lowering his head to his paws. \"Relax pup. I've got you.\" He told Adam, taking his time to get Adam worked up and ease his fingers inside.\n\nAdam got really into it, pleasure building, until the fingers were removed, and he whined pitifully. The chuckle from his teacher made his cheeks go red. It was then the plug was inserted, his hole stretching around the base until it slipped over halfway in, and his ass pulled it inside , causing him to yelp. \"Pup's hole sure is greedy.\" Mr. Peterson chuckled, wiping his fingers and pulling his glove back on.\n\nThe next few hour went by in a blur, Mr. Peterson teaching Adam some trickes, rewarding him with pets, scraches, belly rubs and the occasional treat. Adam sinking deep into a pup headspace, enjoying it immensely, Mr. Peterson's strong hands feeling so good on his body.\n\nSo into it was Adam that he didn't even flinch when Mr. Peterson remived the lower half of the pup mask and unzipped his pants. The simple words. \"Puppy want a bone.\" Enough to have his mind completely focused on his teacher's cock. Leaning in to lick and suck it, Mr. Peterson's strong hand on Adam's head gently encourages him to take it deeper. Adam's nose eventually being buried in his teacher's pubes as he deep throated the hard cock.\n\nMr. Peterson became a bit rougher, aroused and horny he face fucked Adam, long hard thrusts in and out of his mouth, saliva spilling down Adam's chin until he is rewarded withhis teacher's load, greedily swallowing every drop.\nSaited for now, Mr. Peterson cleaned himself up and had Adam lie on his back, giving access to his cock as his teacher unzipped some more of the suit. Mr. Peterson then edged Adam until he whined and begged, finally letting him cum as well."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Birthday Prompts
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"content": "1. Your parents were confused by the sheer size of the cake they ordered for you on your birthday. It was more than big enough to hide a person inside. Low and behold, a stripper emerged from the cake and is ready to give you your birthday present. Turns out that the cake shop that your parents ordered from was the same one that serviced your father for his bachelor party. The money was already spent and your parents can’t be bothered to stand in the stripper’s way.\n2. Your daughter had recently gotten into Dungeons & Dragons while in college and you wanted to support her interests. So you visited a a website called Bad Dragon that was selling RPG merch and bought a bunch of merch without much thought. Surely your daughter would appreciate the gesture regardless if it’s underwhelming. The unwrapping was a surprise for everyone and your daughter is being pressured to test it out.\n3. There’s a new trend circulating today’s youths and your parents wanted to show you how hip they are. So when you show up at your home, both of your parents are naked without any clothing on them. Turns out the new trend is to wear one’s birthday suit during birthday parties. Your parents were the county’s milf and dilf respectively, and your friends have always had the hots for them so they told you to shut up and go along with it. Even your crush is willing to sleep with you after the party."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A succubus has married a mortal and is in a happy relationship, but she is in need of more food.
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"content": "\"Hey Jackson, could you come here?\" Belladonna called from the dining room. Her wings fluttered nervously and her tail whipped about.\n\nHer husband walked in, shirtless, smiling at her. \"What's up, darling?\"\n\nShe gestured for him to have a seat, then started picking at some of the peeling lacquer on the table. This was a difficult talk, an important one, but difficult nonetheless.\n\n\"So, you know I need a lot of 'food' to stay here like this right? And because of that, I'm almost always in the mood.\"\n\nNodding, he said, \"Oh do you need-\" reaching to pull down his sweats.\n\nBelle giggled. \"No not right this moment. But, because of my needs, I need to talk to you about something. Since I need a lot of 'food,' I need to be 'feeding' a lot. Sometimes when you're not here.\"\n\nHe nodded, understanding the loosely veiled analogies.\n\n\"And I don't want to make things difficult for your career of having to travel all the way back during your lunch break just to satisfy my needs. That would just be selfish and unfair to you.\"\n\nJackson looked deep into her eyes, smiling reassuringly. \"If you need to call for random hook ups through the day, I understand. It's okay, just so long as you don't fall for one of them in the process.\"\n\nShe returned his smile. \"In ten thousand years, you're the only man who has ever captured my heart Jackson, I promise you that. I love you and only you, forever and always.\"\n\n\"And I love you, forever and always.\" He took up her hand, gently rubbing her knuckles as he gazed deep into her eyes.\n\nShe drank in his adoration, and could only feel the swell in her heart for him. They sat like that for a long while before kissing. Belle scooped him up, carrying him like a pet and they moved to the living room to watch Netflix and falling asleep together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Realistic prompts involving bisexual, bicurious, or "straight" guys
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"content": "> As a lifelong athlete, he thought nothing about taking group showers, so he thought nothing about sharing his shower with a teammate after a long day at work. But as they both find out, when there's only two of you, showers tend to feel a lot more... intimate. \n\n> A college student still living with his homophobic parents goes to his first pride parade, just to see what they're all about. His plan was to sneak back in by 8:00, so they'll assume he was just studying late. Instead, he wanders home at 11:00 AM the next day, reeking of tequila and covered in glitter, with the phone numbers of three different guys written in pen on his wrist, thigh and ass. \n\n> A sorority invites over the three hottest guys on campus over with the plan of getting them in bed with an extremely rigged deck of cards, with a dare written on each. But, to the girls' frustration, the guys keep giving them all the joke cards (cluck like a chicken, balance a beer can on your head, etc.) to them, but reserve the sexy dares (lap dance, 5 second kiss, go streaking), for each other."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Harem scenarios: the sequel!
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"content": "MC (main character) is a bounty hunter in a fantasy world. He took a small job to stop a goblin tribe that had terrorized nearby towns. After dealing with the vicious goblins with ease, he finds their treasure room where 3 female goblins (incredibly rare) hiding in fear. Since they are too scared and know they can't win, MC takes them with him. Goblins are viewed as a species that should be killed as soon as you see them. Leaving them with the village authorities would lead to their immediate execution. He gets a better look at the goblin girls and realizes that they actually have very sexy figures. It's decided he'll keep them as slaves."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The newest dating app is a little different
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"content": "The Maxi dating app guarantees you will fall in love by the end of the first date, so long as the date is four hours long. Guaranteed by 250 thousand dollars. Ping the app when your date starts and ping when it ends. The catch they don't tell anyone about is that the app is a reality editor and over the course of the date each person drifts to become each other's ideal partner, physically and mentally."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She acts and looks like a total bimbo. All she thinks about is sex with cute boys. She is also at the top of her class without even trying and has an geniouse level IQ. When she is asked to help a shy boy she decides to use some special methods to keep him motivated.
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"content": "I hope you find math sexy, because there's a lot of it here lol\n\n---\n\nCandy picked up the last stack of notebooks from the table in front of her just as she heard the click of her front door knob. \n\"Great,\" she said, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face as she turned to the entryway, \"just in time.\" \nStanding in the doorway was a short, pudgy boy with scruffy red hair and an olive green hoodie, holding a math book under his arm. \n\"Um, hello, Candace,\" he said. \n\"Please, Hayden, call me Candy.\" \n\"I'm sorry... Candy. It's just... I wasn't sure if you were comfortable with... me calling you...\" \n\"Don't worry, everybody calls me Candy. Now, let's get to work, shall we?\" \nHayden took a seat on the couch. Candy put the notebooks down under the table and sat down next to him. \n\"So,\" Candy said as she put on her glasses, \"you're having trouble with the derivatives of trigonometric functions?\" \n\"Y-yeah,\" Hayden put the math book on the table and opened it up to a page depicting a right triangle. \n\"So, what are you having trouble with?\" \n\"I don't know, it's just not... clicking.\" \n\"You're not alone, it trips up a lot of people.\" \n\"Really?\" \n\"Really. You see, the trig functions are kind of misnamed. People think of them as being related to triangles, but in this case, it makes more sense to think of them as circle functions.\" \n\"Right, yeah. I remember the teacher talking about that. I just don't see how that connects to the derivatives.\" \n\"Well, it's actually quite simple, even if it isn't obvious.\" \nCandy turned to face Hayden, and he realized this a fraction of a second too late. His eyes darted up to meet hers, but she could tell full-well that they had been pointing downwards earlier. She looked down at herself for a moment, grinning as she noticed the way her melon-sized boobs stretched out her purple sweater before looking back up at Hayden. \n\"I'm... I'm sorry,\" he said, looking away in shame. \nCandy looked down at Hayden's jeans, and giggled when she saw the outline of his erect cock through the denim. \n\"Don't be sorry,\" Candy said, \"it's basic psychology. The female breast draws the male eye... just as the male member draws the female eye.\" \n\"Wh-what do you mean?\" Hayden asked. \n\"Don't worry about it, I think you just need a... hands-on demonstration.\" \nCandy reached into Hayden's lap and put her hand on his zipper. \n\"Unless you'd rather stick to theory?\" she asked. \n\"N-no,\" he said, \"I mean, if you really want to...\" \nCandy unzipped Hayden's jeans and finagled with his white briefs, until finally his cock sprung forth, long, thin, and very stiff. \n\"Oh, this will be great for our demonstration.\" \nCandy put her forefinger and thumb around the base of his shaft, aligning it perfectly upright. She shifted her sitting position slightly, then began to move up and down. Hayden moaned as her fingers stroked the sensitive skin. \n\"Watch closely,\" she chided. \nHayden looked down to see Candy's elbow moving in a counterclockwise path as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. \n\"Now, as my elbow moves around in a circle at a constant speed, you can see that the position of my hand on your shaft is related to the vertical position of my elbow. In a sense, it represents the sine of my elbow's position. You following me?\" \nHayden let out a grunt of either assent or pleasure, she couldn't really tell. She decided to assume the former. \n\"Okay, so notice how as my hand reaches the top, it slows down. Its rate of change goes to zero. And at the same time, the horizontal position of my elbow, the cosine of its position on the circle, reaches the middle. It also goes to zero. And then as I go back down, accelerating in the negative direction, my elbow goes to the left, towards the negative end of its axis. Then, at the bottom, it goes back to the middle, and my hand slows down to zero again.\" \nA bead of precum formed on the tip of Hayden's cock as pressure began building at the base, but he was determined to pay attention to Candy's lesson. \n\"Then my hand accelerates up as my elbow moves to in the positive direction, and then slows back down as it moves towards the middle.\" \n\"Uh huh.\" \n\"Now, what do you conclude from that?\" \n\"The rate at which the sine changes—*ugh!*—is related to the value of the cosine at that mo—oh my God!\" \n\"Correct! You're so smart.\" \nHayden couldn't tell if it was Candy's praise or her curling another finger around his dick that sent the next wave of pleasure through him. All he cared about was that he was getting closer. As his pleasure started to plateau, Candy spoke again. \n\"One more question. If I were to have done this while your cock was horizontal, what would happen then?\" \n\"The same... the same principle would apply... just inverted!\" \nCandy's pace suddenly slowed. \n\"Almost, but not quite. Look at my elbow and try again.\" \nHayden couldn't believe what Candy was asking of him, but he understood the rules well enough. He looked down at her elbow as it moved in the circle, slowly, pushing her hand up and down his length at an excruciating pace. \n\"As your hand moves up...\" Hayden groaned, \"your elbow moves left...\" \n\"Which means?\" \n\"Which means... it's velocity is negative! The rate of change of the cosine is the inverse of the value of the sine!\" \n\"Much better!\" \nCandy sped back up to her original speed, and put another finger around Hayden's cock. \n\"Now, do I need to teach you about the other trig functions?\" \n\"No... please...\" \n\"Why not?\" \n*Because I need to cum!* is what Hayden wanted to say, but he knew she wouldn't accept that answer. \n\"Because... because...\" Hayden stammered. \n*God, what I'd give for some blood flow right now!* Hayden's brain whined as he scrambled for the answer. \n\"Because... every other trig function is some combination of sine and cosine!\" \n\"You pass!\" Candy said. \nShe wrapped her whole hand around Hayden's cock and began stroking even faster. \n\"Oh, Candy...\" Hayden moaned as his cock throbbed. \n\"Oh, Candy...\" His balls were starting to contract. \n\"Oh my God, Candy!\" The pressure in his cock reached its limit, and a sticky white load burst from his tip. Pearls of cum covered Candy's glasses as a glob landed on her tongue. Another rope shot out, making a mess of Candy's table. A drop even landed on the math book, which Hayden silently cursed himself for. \n*Hopefully they don't charge me for the damage.* \nHayden's cock began to soften as Candy licked it and her hand clean. \n\"So,\" she said, \"shall we review?\" \n\"By looking at the vertical and horizontal positions and velocities of an object moving in a circle,\" Hayden stammered, \"it can be seen that the derivative of the sine function is the cosine function, and that the derivative of the cosine function is the negative sine function. Using this information, the derivative of any trig function can be found using sum, product, and chain rule.\" \n\"Perfect! You are so gonna ace this test.\" \n\"I... wouldn't have been able to do it without you.\" \n\"Hey, no need to thank me. I love math, and...\" she put her mouth to his ear, \"I like giving people things to remember.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When the octopus learned what her husband had done with the fisherman's wife, she decided to go and have her way with the fisherman.
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"content": "#Odds of the Sea:\n\n*[Part 1 of maybe X, please provide feedback. Also I will be going the monster girl route on this fyi]*\n\nIn the dead of night Jenryk hopped off of the pier onto his convertible boat with as much as he could carry, and unloaded his most important belongings into its cabin. Then he unpacked his months-worth of groceries into the fridge, wiping away the tears dribbling down his weathered face. With an embittered sob the veteran fisherman exited the cabin, unmooring before ascending into the tower to start up his 50ft. vessel. The man was scarred and deeply distraught; For he recently learned that his wife was cheating on him, finding out only when she served him divorce papers earlier at dinner. There was no destination in mind, he needed to get away, desiring only to fish, to be with his second love that was the sea. Jenryk sailed to the nearby peninsula where he caught his first fish as a boy, dropping anchor and turning the engine off. Plopping down in the static seat at the stern he cast his line mere seconds before the emotional floodgates opened.\n\nMeanwhile someone had followed him, just under the deep blue's surface. Mri'kaa, an Octopoidess, watched the broken fisherman, sharing in his misery; For that man's wife had stolen her own husband's heart, leading to his abandoning of her.. At first her own strife clouded her perception of this fisherman, being glad to know he was miserable as much as she was. This quickly changed as Mri'kaa picked up discernible blurbs of his blubbering, piecing together that Jenryk was genuinely innocent in all of this grievous betrayal. Unable to shed tears she eventually worked up the courage to do something bold, quite unlike her normally shy self. Slowly she emerged, face only, from the water with a sad smile under the expectation that Jenryk would freak out. To her briney surprise he sobered up at the sight of Mri'kaa, even returning her sad smile. The Octopoidess reached out to him with her webbed, four fingered hand.\n\nJenryk grasped her outstretched hand, and pulled her aboard with some effort. She was quite a sight, having octopus tentacles in place of hair, with a petite yet curvy humanoid frame. Her outer thighs, forearms, the back of her neck, shoulders, abdomen, tentacle hair, webbed feet, the sides of her hips and lower legs had a rough n' tough red, orange and maroon skin; Yet Mri'kaa's modest bubble butt, inner thighs, waist, the front of her neck, groin, chest, upper arms, face and the undersides of her tentacles had soft milk-white skin that was smooth. Most wouldn't be able to stand the oceanic musk of an Octopoidess, but Jenryk didn't mind. The two just sort of held each other, brought together by tragedy, pain, and loss into a tight embrace. Soon Mri'kaa's yellow octopus eyes flicked open, feeling something pressing against her pelvis. Immediately the two looked away from each other; However heat and lust flushed through her body, arousal stirring Mri'kaa's muff.\n\nIn the heat of the moment she hugged Jenryk tightly, and started grinding on the middle-aged man's bulge, lewdly moaning into his ear while wrapping her legs around his chair. The higher pitched delicateness in Mri'kaa's voice was melting through his wounded heart, instilling both lust and affection in him. Finally he hugged her back, and in response she booped her nose into his, staring deeply into his blueish-grey eyes as the Octopoidess's mouth was half open. Mri'kaa blushed harder, her face partially cringing and breathing turning heavy as she suddenly began grinding with her *entire* body. Unsure how to respond to this Jenryk started running his hands up and down her back, massaging it. Not long after she sharply gasped, clinging onto him tightly and shuddering as she experienced a near-silent full body orgasm, squirting all over his pants. She did not move for quite some time, face buried into his shoulder...\n\nAll of this however had reinvigorated Jenryk, emboldening him. He grabbed Mri'kaa's ass and squeezed, eliciting a loud *'Oh'* of surprise from her. She sat up, eyes widening as anticipation flushed across her features. With one hand he swirled her left butt cheek, while the other rubbed and slid from Mri'kaa's asshole to her lips. Her snatch was similar to a human but had small tendrils in between the folds, all while being ink black. She shuffled into a kneel on top of his knees, giving Jenryk ample access but blinding him partially with her perky breasts. That didn't stop nor slow him down as he teased her clitoris, sending a shudder of delight through Mri'kaa. Quickly though she squeaked for him to stop teasing her, in which he obliged by sliding two fingers inside of her. She sighed heavily with gratification, pushing into his thrusting fingers as she once more melodically moaned directly into his other ear. Mri'kaa came again, crying out and digging her fingers into his shoulders as her insides clamped his fingers into place.\n\nYet despite the body racking orgasm she meekly begged Jenryk for the real thing, grinding against him with her entire shivering body. Having been absorbed in the pleasure of giving her pleasure he finally noticed his throbbing hard-on. Mri'kaa tried to find his zipper, confusingly surprised as he unbuckled then unbuttoned what she would later come to know as his belt and pants. Finally though Jenryk unzipped his soaked jeans revealing his respectably sized girth, only to be startled as the Octopoidess nearly impaled herself on his shaft. Latching onto his shoulders she buried her face into his right shoulder again while riding him roughly. With every plap as Mri'kaa slammed down she panted louder and louder, drowning out Jenryk's groans of appreciation. He grabbed and spread her ass-cheeks wide, pumping back in an effort to match her rapidity; But she rode faster and faster, even clumsily kissing him. Inevitably though Mri'kaa hilted herself upon his cock in an ear-splitting third and final orgasm, thoroughly drenching his abdomen and groin as he filled her up. Neither moved for awhile..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Area 51, a surgeon prepares for an autopsy, he is the only one in the room due to clearance, other than the alien. He just completed examining the body, and about to learn she is actually in suspended animation and that waking from suspended animation makes one horny as all get out.
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"content": "Alex had just conducted the autopsy of the new specimen that was recovered from a UFO that landed in the Sahara Desert.\n\nAlex placed his right hand on the creature's abdomen the creature's gray skin was warm to the touch but Alex the reason that that was due to the lights in the lab. Alex picked up the syringe and angled it to inject ethanol into the creatures abdomen and begin the embalming process however Alex paused when hips the creatures abdomen moved underneath his grasp.\n\nAlex watched the creature's arms twitched along with the legs and proceeded to sit up completely unbothered by the weight of the doctor hand which the doctor was quick to remove as well as put distance between him and the Very alive alien on the table in front of him.\n\nThe alien in question looked from side to side slowly observing their surroundings focusing on alex.\n\nHello? Alex said in half greetings/question.\n\nThe being smiled slightly razor sharp teeth peeked out where am I? The creature asked\n\nAlex stood there awkwardly it was not every day that the body he was working on sat up and started talking. Y-you're in a morgue I was under the impression that you were deceased.\n\nThe being chuckled \"No I'm not dead I criogenically froze myself shortly after leaving my planet since the trip to Earth is very long.\"\n\nInteresting so, what's your objective on Earth? \n\nPlanetary exploration and Identifying sutable and consenting candidates for procreation.\n\nAlex blushed fascinating\n\nThe being smirked Are you interested in participating?\n\n\"Yes\" Alex was suprised the word left his lips so quickly despite how true they were.\n\n\"Wonderful\" the being leaned forward like a cheeta focusing on it's prey can we do it now?\n\nTbc"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Anna goes out to dinner with visiting salespeople from her company and drinks entirely too much. Her husband’s phone starts ringing with a FaceTime call at 2:00 AM, waking him up.
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"content": "It wasn't usual for Anna to be behaving like this. She was raised upright by her conservative southern family. Maybe because just how alien it was to her nature, that she seemed to be enjoying this. \n\nIt didn't help that Matt and Daniel were also two very good looking lads. It wasn't as if she didn't love her husband, but after 5 years of marriage. They had certainly fell into a routine. \n\nShe still enjoyed having sex with her husband, but he had lost that crazy lustful gaze he used to give her when they were dating. \n\nAnna realized it was part of growing up, yet still in her 30s, she loved the attention she was getting in the bar, and specially by two guys who were both well built and much younger than her. \n\nOf course she didn't mean anything by it. She was just having relaxing and having fun. There were lines she wasn't going to cross. \n\nSo what if she opened few of her top's buttons when she went to the bathroom. Showing a little bit cleavage wasn't cheating. \n\nBeside it wasn't like those guys were interested in her like that. \n\nAnna could feel their gaze upon her bust as soon as she returned, but she assured herself that it was just how men reacted to the sight of a cleavage. \n\nThey weren't eye fucking her tits. That'd be absurd. \n\nShe was mindful of her drinking generally, but it wasn't common for her co-workers to offer to pick up her tab for the entire night. Hence she was just going to have a couple of more drinks than she usually does. \n\nBeside, it would be rude to leave the two guys when they were being so accommodating to her. \n\nAnna didn't realize when she was starting to feel their muscles on Matt's and Daniel's arms. Comparing their biceps while they laughed and joked with her. \n\nShe felt the grip of Matt's hand around her upper arm, realizing just how tough and calloused it was. \n\nDid she ever thought of her husband's hand like that? Probably not, her husband wasn't the sort to lift weight or do other physical stuff. \n\nShe knew Matt was holding her arm in a gentle grip yet still, she found a feeling brewing in the pit of her stomach. \n\nShe wasn't falling in love or anything. God, that'd be preposterous. \n\nBut she could acknowledge how right Matt's grip on her arm made her feel. \n\nShe was giggling now, feeling Daniel's hand around her waist. His hand was also just as rough and tough as Matt's. They both were, what she may have called in her college days, very stereotypical jocks. \n\nThough they were hell of a lot more nicer. \n\nAnna didn't realize it but she was starting to become quite flirtations with them. \n\nJust harmless flirting, she assured herself. So what if they are being a bit handsy with her, it wasn't like her hands were staying to herself either. \n\nBeside, they were adults and it wasn't something to make a fuss about. \n\nAnna was laughing a lot now, feeling very ease around the two. She even joked about how it'll be like a very stereotypical typical thing for them to try and get her to their place. \n\nCompletely absurd thought. Surely they knew that. \n\nBut Anna would be lying if it didn't made her feel at least a little tingly at the mere thought. She had never been with two guys. \n\nHell, she had never even been with one guy who looked as good as either Matt or Daniel. \n\nThe thought was enough to make her blush. Oh, was it the thought that was making her blush or the way Daniel's hand had slid down from her waist to dangerously above her posterior. \n\nAnna knew she should say something but at the sametime, it was exciting her in a way she hadn't been in years. \n\nBeside, just some harmless touching didn't count as cheating. \n\nShe was still a faithful wife. \n\nNow Matt was suggesting how they really should spend the night together. All three of them. \n\nShe could feel Matt's hand also resting on the small of her back. God, how can she turn them down when they were asking so nicely. \n\nMaybe universe was aligning in a way to expand her perspective. \n\nAnna found herself giggling like a high school girl and... And she agreed. \n\nShe really heard her own voice say sure, that'd be fun. \n\nMaybe they were pulling a prank on her, and would just reveal it anytime soon. \n\nThough now Matt was picking the bill. Daniel was helping her get up. \n\nShe gasped, looking flushed when she felt Daniel's hand on her round posterior behind. \n\nThe way he was grabbing on her behind. So shamelessly. So bashfully. Anna found herself blushing even more deeply. \n\nShe was now being led outside in between the two tall, and handsomely built man. \n\nMaybe she should enjoy the night, a thought crept up in her mind. \n\nShe tried to shake it off. Trying to remind herself that she was married but the way that hand rested on her behind. She just couldn't get herself to stop it all. \n\nIt was far too exciting and thrilling in her otherwise boring and somewhat routine life. \n\nDidn't realize how, but soon she found herself standing in a lounge. Was it Matt's or Daniel's. She wasn't sure. Though they both were also there. \n\nShe had fallen asleep on their drive here. \n\nShe was certainly feeling a bit rested. Maybe she should come clean about how she was married and didn't like the idea of cheating. \n\nBut they, Anna felt Matt's hand on her shoulder. The same calloused hand and all her resistance left her body. \n\nShe looked into his beautiful eyes and found herself nodding when he told her if she could get down on her knees. \n\nOn her knees. She hadn't even done something like this for her husband. \n\nBut soon she was on the floor. With two guys she barely knew, getting undressed. \n\nAnna gasped when she finally saw their cocks. Oh, they looked so delicious. \n\nSoon, her cheeks turned a shade of pink when she realized just how much of a slutty thought she had. \n\nShe wasn't that kind of woman. It was just cause she was with two very good looking guys that she was behaving like this. \n\nAnna tried to reassure herself again. \n\nBut then, once again her reassurance fell flat when she found her lips being wrapped against Matt's cock. \n\nHer lips working on their own. Opening up and her tongue starting to lick... Lick his cock. \n\nShe was soon swallowing it into her mouth. Hearing how Matt complimented on her technique. Saying how he knew she was a good girl as soon as he saw her. \n\nWhat did he meant by that. Though she couldn't ponder much as soon, she found herself taking Daniel's cock in her mouth. His was even more girthier than Matt. \n\nAnna felt him touching the back of her mouth. Feeling Daniel's hand on top of her head while he drove his cock further and further into her mouth. \n\nBefore finally he popped out of her mouth. Their both cocks now rock solid and covered in saliva. Anna's saliva. The thought made her feel dirty and horny. \n\nSoon Matt was helping her get up, their both pair of hands taking her clothes off.\n\nThis was really happening. And Anna was loving it. \n\nSoon, Matt was laying on the couch, Daniel helping her get on top of him. \n\nStraddling him, and moving down. Until she felt his thick hard cock driving into the depth of her slick pussy. \n\nAnna was fucking him. Fucking someone who wasn't her husband. \n\nAnd she was loving it absolutely."
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"content": "#A Mollywaulka\n\n*[Feedback is appreciated]*\n\nStheera's clockwork clock delivered its poignantly upbeat 5:00am melody, rousing her nude frame awake. Snapping her eyelids open with a smirk the youthful mage catapulted to her bathroom, tilting her endless urn of water. Within minutes her stone brick bath was ready, cold water and suds abound. Stheera enjoyed the titillating sensation of the water, her nipples stiff as she immersed into the frigid bath. Next came a breakfast of skillet-fried Nourishing Gems in a honey glaze, then her outfit. Her left arm nub gave phantom pains, but nevertheless Stheera selected an black and copper palette-d outfit consisting of a tube top with a short shawl, frilly panties shy of being a thong, filigreed wrist bracers depicting panthers, a short skirt and knee high boots. Looking into the full body mirror the optimistic magelette spruced up her incredibly curly chin-length black hair, and briefly admired her healthily hourglass figure, her metallic silver skin gleaming from the first rays of dawn. Doing a slow twirl Stheera chuckled in approval, pride swelling within over her wide hips, ample thighs, and most of all her heart-shaped buns.\n\nJust like that though she attached a bronze and copper prosthetic to her left arm nub, loading then attuning various scrolls as well as magic gems into its inner machinations. Lastly her spell focus was slotted into the palm of the fake gothic arm. After securing it with straps and powering it up Stheera burst out of her isolated cottage in a woot-woot of a victory lap, but immediately the hyper-sexual lass set off through the winding dirt paths to the town she's always loved. Thanks to having saved the town several times from destruction almost everyone cheekily turned a casual blind eye to Stheera's shenanigans. Full of chutzpah she wandered the town until half-past-noon. There, in an alley during the township's collective lunch-nap break was a lad she had never met before. He was a stud, with his glistening brown skin, buzzcut hair, prime condition muscles, and most of all his beautiful cyan eyes. Seeing him leaned against the side of a wall jerking off she became giddy realizing that the lad was pent up in addition to being hung; As such pent up guys and big dicks were two things Stheera craved.\n\nCasting *Delver's Fall* she gradually levitated down behind the unaware hunk as he came, hugging him from behind with a resounding *'B O O!'* He silently screamed mid-orgasm, looking over his shoulder in jolted fear only to see a strange yet adorably feminine lady mere seconds before she gigglingly kissed him. Their' noses booped against one another, his alarmed wide eyes n' muscles waning into a somewhat relaxed state from her cool touch and increasingly lewd presence. Next Stheera temporarily broke away from making out to introduce herself, with the man barely able to tell her his name, *Ivrikeil*, before she passionately resumed kissing. A muffled gasp escaped Ivrikeil as he felt her angelically soft right hand stroking his softening length, but he briefly felt a pinching sensation in his sack. It shocked him to see and feel his cock grow stiff and sensitive once more thanks to her casting *Resurgent Seed*.Nevertheless Stheera cupped Ivrikeil's nuts with her prosthetic hand, fondling them as she began jacking him off faster. \n\nThe two were getting sweaty in the early summer heat as she continued, but soon enough Ivrikeil made an 'O' face as he blew his load for a second time. Suddenly his balls cramped for a few seconds before his hard on reinvigorated again. The young man was speechless and charmed by Stheera, aware she did *something* to him, but all too accepting of her inviting him back to her place. Zipping up he picked up the kinky mage in his ripped arms in a bridal carry as she gave him directions. As soon as they got out of town and reached the wooded trail to her house Stheera silently cast *Unseen Hands*. Hooking her right leg over Ivrikeil's left shoulder shifted herself in such a manner that his face was about a foot n' a half away from her crotch. It was a struggle for him to not stare at her incredibly wet panties, yet he did a double take when unseen forces pulled them to the side revealing her dark metal grey muff. Using the other unseen hand Stheera started playing with her folds and clitoris, blushing grey while trying to keep a smug as she went on teasing him. \n\nCombined with her *Resurgent Seed* spell from before her teasing rapidly became to much for Ivrikeil. Despite being twenty feet from Stheera's front door he spotted a tall enough tree stump, speed-walking over to it. There he placed her down so she lied upon the stump on her belly, all to her temporary confusion; Of which vanished as Ivrikeil unbuckled his pants, removing them along with his underwear. Seeing this her night-sky eyes lit up, her face surging with excitement. Stheera wiggled her ass playfully as he pulled her undies down to her ankles. With that Ivrikeil grasped the ready mage's cheeks and pushed inside of her. His groan as he hilted was nothing compared to Stheera's ebbing moan. With every pump she would blurt out a *'Yes'* or *'MMH'* as little dribbles of drool began leaving her mouth. Moments later she started roughly pushing back against his thrusts, which Ivrikeil responded to by going harder and somewhat faster. Stheera immediately went into crescendoing moans wracked with intense pleasure due to her above-human internal sensitivity.\n\nShortly after Ivrikeil hunched over her with a growl as he poured hot cum into her inhuman womb; But he did not pull out, instead fucking Stheera even faster as her lingering spell replenished his manhood. Both reached a frenzy of pleasure, with Stheera orgasming twice during Ivrikeil's next several. Her spell lost power and ran out as he came that final and seventh time, collapsing onto his side in a deep exhaustion. Stheera didn't move either, blissfully sighing repeatedly as so much cum leaked out of her. After an hour though she flopped off the stump on top of Ivrikiel casting *'Home'*, teleporting them both into her living room. Now inside she stripped off her sweaty clothes, and brewed lavender tea for two. They had an awkward conversation that led to Ivrikeil asking Stheera what species she is, so with a nervous laugh she replied, **\"Oh haha, I'm a Mollywaulka.\"**"
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"content": "Three hundred bucks was an outrageous amount of money to pay to have a car detailed, but this wasn't just a car. It was a 1984 Ferrari 288 GTO, imported and meticulously maintained, only eight thousand miles. With less than three hundred in existence and 80s style in spades, no amount was too much to keep it in tip top condition. A fellow member of the Ferrari club had recommended the Downtown Car Detailing lot, and the XXX package was the top of the line. I had to call in advance to secure the booking for Saturday afternoon, then enjoyed a gorgeous drive through the city with the sun shining to reach the lot.\n\nI'd lent the Ferrari out to a charity event: kids could sit behind the wheel and have their photo taken; middle-aged men could look at the engine block, blow out their cheeks and talk about the advantages of the turbo versus a naturally aspirated enginrle whilst their wives pretended to be interested but chatted instead about their offspring's latest report cards.\n\nNaturally, a busy day raising money for cancer research meant the car had its fair share of grubby finger marks so I wanted it back to being as clean as a whistle. So, I pulled into the lot and caught an admiring look from the guy on the gate.\n\n\"Beautiful car,\" he said, ducking his head down to look through the open window at the interior. \"You're in bay one. I'll let the girls know you've arrived.\"\n\nGirls? I'd paid for a team of professional car detailers who understood how to preserve the interior and buff the paint without risking a scratch. Maybe it's sexist, but I'd pictures grey-haired enthusiasts, not girls. I pulled into the bay and my jaw dropped open as four tall blonde beauties in tiny blue bikinis with 'Downtown' printed across the ass stepped into the bay, armed with buckets.\n\n\"No way, there's been a mistake,\" I said, jumping out of the car before they could destroy it. \"I wanted professional detailing not a bikini car wash.\"\n\nThe lead girl, her heels clicking on the concrete, sashayed towards me, boobs barely contained.\n\n\"You didn't want the XXX package?\" she asked, confused. \"Paulo said you specifically requested it.\"\n\nBefore I could reply, one of the other girls bent down at the waist, stretching her bikini bottoms and revealing long legs and a gorgeous ass.\n\n\"Yeah, I am practically certain I heard a worn bearing,\" she said to me, pointing at the wheel she'd just examined. \"I'll grab the jack and take a look.\"\n\n\"But my usual guy-\" I protested.\n\n\"There's a tiny chip on the front fender, looks like an easy fix,\" another one of the girls said. \"I'll get the paint catalog out and touch it up in the correct shade. Could take a couple hours, though.\"\n\nI blinked. The lead girl smirked at me. \n\n\"Happy with the XXX package?\" She said, turning and looking back at the others. \"Come on girls, we can't leave the customer waiting all day. I'll start on the interior.\"\n\nStill reeling, I stood, glued to the spot, until the fourth girl came and led me away to the waiting room, with two large windows overlooking the bay where the Ferrari was already being further assessed.\n\n\"But, why bikinis?\" I finally asked as I took a seat in a comfortable leather chair.\n\nThe girl with me giggled. \"For this, of course,\" she said, reaching her hand into my pants and giving my cock a squeeze. \"We're all going to take turns jerking you off and the one who makes you cum gets to go home early.\"\n\nTwo hours later, as I drove out again, Paulo handed me a loyalty card.\n\n\"You will be coming back, right?\" he grinned and I laughed.\n\n\"I'll be recommending you to everyone I know, too,\" I told him, slipping on my shades and setting off into the evening light."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I love my wife/husband prompts
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"content": "With the way that her husband's friends complained about their sex lives and nagging wives, assuming she must be cold and demanding as a price for being so \"out of his league\", she got a special thrill being openly, aggressively sexual with her husband, even going so far as to pull him aside for some not-so-secret hanky panky or a quickie/BJ in the coat closet at gatherings. She always got a blush of arousal and a deep satisfaction at people knowing just how she loved showing her husband her \"affection\"..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Realistic (even if not likely) prompts involving college, summer vacation, or similar themes
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"content": "After a hot gamer girl got bored and gave one of her guy friends a blowjob after a late night gaming session, word subtly got around, and some for other friends seemed to wonder if they might get the same. Rather than being offended, she actually got a little arousal out of the idea, and she decided, over the course of summer vacation, to give everyone a turn, and that maybe this might even be her new \"thing\"..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I've got the brains, you've got the looks....let's make lots of money!"
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"content": "Astrid woke up in the bright morning sun, she had things to do but god it felt good! She grinned to herself and flicked the white expensive sheets off to let the warmth kiss her skin.\r \nHer bare feet tiptoed around her dress, heels and contents of her purse that had been tossed to the floor. Her stomach seemed to flip as she approached the edge that ran all the way down to the floor but she pushed through it to stand right against the window, her breasts almost touching the ice cold glass. She could see all the way down through the classes. The neon signs illuminating the haze, the different traffic bands of hovering cars and trucks, all the way down to the black streets that lay in permanent shadow at the bottom. She scowled at the black where it was always cold and raining.\r \nGod sunshine felt incredible!\r \n“Is it your first time?” Marcus said behind her.\r \nAstrid flinched from the glass and felt her cheeks flush. She glanced over her shoulder looking at him through the loose strands of hair that had been tousled out of her braid. He lay propped up on one arm smiling at her.\r \n“Whatever was it that gave me away?” she said.\r \nShe turned and rested against the wall, still battling the feeling that it might give way and send her falling back down. A flick of pride ran into his face, his eyes running down her body and back up.\r \n“You can walk the walk and pass, but you slipped up in the elevator when it was just us…” he lingered on that last note, a cocky smile on his lips.\r \n“You’re a tease good sir, you shouldn’t keep a woman waiting.” She said, folding her arms under her breasts and cocking her brow.\r \n“You said ‘aint’... you also have a habit of saying ‘me and you’ rather than ‘you and I’. I don’t think anyone else at the charity ball noticed however so your cover is secure.”\r \n“Does it bother you? The occasional, slippin’ tongue of down rusters who ain’t but nottin’ to name but bleak ‘n shadow?”\r \nMarcus laughed the laugh of someone who didn’t understand what she had said.\r \n“It takes a good intellect to escape the bottom, more so to stay at the top.” he said. But that wasn’t true, she was there for her looks and they both knew it. He stretched and slipped out of the bed toward the little ensuite, a few red lines criss crossing his back from her sharp nails. She eased off the wall scooping up her toothbrush from the floor and following.\r \n“What business do you run to stay up here?” she said.\r \n“The business of politics,” he said.\r \n“You’re a politician?”\r \n“Representative” he corrected with a note from his toothbrush.\r \n“At Olympus Hall?” she said, eyes wide, feeling her face flush and quickly looking down and away from his reflection. \r \n“Yes…” his eyes ran over her’s and narrowed. “...You know it?”\r \n“I um, you might look down on me if I told you.”\r \n“Because that won’t be a question I’ll be pondering all day.”\r \nAstrid grimaced and forced her self to meet his gaze.\r \n“I was a cleaner there, I might have sat in your seat. I used to eat my lunch in the hall and pretend I was someone important. It’s what gave me the kick to lift myself up by my bootstraps.”\r \n“You are important.” he said.\r \n“I’ll never be that important.”\r \nHe tapped the mirror. “Call Sarah.”\r \nThe mirror switched to a screen showing him. Astrid and the background were blurred beyond recognition but her skintone did hint that he wasn’t alone. A woman's face appeared a moment later with a curt. “Marcus?”\r \n“Can we still make it for today?”\r \n“Nobody of note is speaking, just some nobodies and complaints.” said ‘Sarah’, her eyes flicking to the right, presumably at Astrid’s moving shape, Sarah nodded to herself. “We can still attend… Would you like me to bring a spare outfit?” she said with a knowing smile.\r \n“File our intention and drop off the outfit.” he said.\r \n“Sir.” she said before the screen flicked back to a mirror.\r \nAstrid’s cheeks burned. “You’re taking me?”\r \n“You are important.” he said, taking her hand and drawing her close.\r \nShe lingered there, against his chest, their naked skin pressed tight. She could stay like this, up in his tower, looking down on the world below, sleeping on expensive sheets in the sun while everyone else toiled in shadow. She smiled up at him, rising on her toes and kissing his minty lips.\r \n“I can’t wait.” she said."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Automation has replaced every job save for Onlyfans. Now, sex has become the currency of the land
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"content": "“A drink sir, I have a fine co-?” asked a waiter, his voice going silent when John gave the symbol to mute. The bar was packed, 50 or 60 people sitting at individual tables with their tablets out while the musicians at the stage stood silent, waiting for a request.\r \nHe checked his tablet. \r \n‘Zero accessible galleries.’ was displayed but that was to be expected after having shut himself inside for the better part of a few months.\r \nHe walked up onto the stage and took a bass guitar from a musician, signing for mute before it even began its protest. John tested a few notes, as expected it was perfectly tuned.\r \nHe sat on the little stool and began to play, nodding his head rhythmically and staying in time, keeping it simple so he wouldn’t fuck up and make a fool of himself.\r \n“Name?” could be heard a few times from the audience, his tablet’s screen blinked on with notifications as he played.\r \n‘You have gained access to the following 8 galleries…’\r \nPart way a woman in the front row, red hair and copper ornamentation spoke. “Play that but better so I can record it please.” she said, holding up her tablet.\r \nThe machine to John’s right sprung to life, its head turned John’s way and plucked the strings in time with John only one beat behind.\r \nHe smiled, bringing it up a little faster and seeing the robot begin to nod its head in time before looking down to its own bass, its fingers running double time and stringing additional chords. It stepped forward and looked out to the audience. John was just the back beat. The galleries and previews of naked women started to vanish from his tablet.\r \nJohn pushed the beat faster, leaving the warmup behind and moving onto the main theme. The robot glanced at him confused, the blank dome of its face inert but its fingers still strumming along. It caught up quickly and matched John, rising and falling in time, it started nodding to itself and was about to push further.\r \nHe didn’t know why but his heart was racing faster than it ever had before, he felt his nose crinkle and an unfamiliar expression wash over his face. He wanted to mute that robot… no, he wanted more than that.\r \nHe scowled down at his bass, the beat shifting and leaving the machine in the dust.\r \n“I said play better! You’re not playing better.” said the woman.\r \nThe robot tried to take the lead but their music just danced about each other, falling into different songs that moved in and out of synchronization. John’s eyes fell closed but his face still hurt. His tongue rolled over his teeth so hard it hurt. His fingers moved faster and faster, the melody more complex and dominant.\r \nHe glared at the machine, he hadn’t remembered glaring since he was a child.\r \nA second robot walked up to the first, its hands coming around and joining, the two machines playing one instrument, the fingers a blur. It was complicated and oscillated high and low so fast it just sounded like noise to him but it drowned out anything he could play.\r \nThe tablets all pointed at the robots, his own displayed ‘zero galleries’.\r \n“I’ve never seen that before!” said a voice in the audience.\r \n“It’s new.” “That’s incredible.” they said.\r \nJohn’s hands tightened around the guitar, his heart thundering, his face hurt with this emotion, he didn’t like it. He hated it!\r \nThe guitar cleaved down through the pair, he swung it over and over down onto the machines. The perfect plastic dome of their faces cracking apart like an egg shell, sparks and twisted plastic and fluid poured out of them onto the stage until the bass gave out and snapped, its remnants tossed into the broken pile of robot parts.\r \n“That was so… passionate!” said the lady with copper.\r \nHer hand rested over her heart and her cheeks were flushed. His tablet was going crazy and all eyes were on him. A few people even leapt out of their seats, their fists waving about though they didn’t know what to do when they were standing.\r \n“My heart is beating so fast!”\r \n“Incredible!”\r \n“I have the recording.”\r \nJohn’s hands shook, he didn’t know what to do now. “Thankyou.” he said with a shrug.\r \n“Can you do that, but more violent.” said the woman while facing one of the robots.\r \n“Yes! More passionate too.” said another.\r \nJohn ducked as a keyboard was thrown into another machine. He collected his tablet and quickly dove off the stage as the robots began to smash each other apart.\r \n“You too!” people shouted at the waiters who started sprinting toward the stage.\r \nJohn had to step out of the isle as they rushed past, falling farther into the background."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had the ability to share her memories and sensations with other people. She never expected this to mean that all her friends would want her to fuck their boyfriends for them...
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"content": "Alice finished clearing her head of the thing she couldn’t think about, along with all the little thoughts about day to day life, especially passwords. None of it flitted through her mind. She could do it. She tensed her jaw and tapped her teeth twice.\n\nWhen she opened her eyes she peaked over her shoulder at Chris, feeling her cheeks blush a little as his eyes ran up her long bare legs to the short skirt that barely covered her arse. She hadn’t so much as touched herself in two days and god her sex was feeling it. She bit her lip and looked back at the counter, pouring the two glasses of orange juice.\n\nShe could always tell when he was in the mood becau-... she ended the thought.\n\nShe didn’t even get them over to the table, the glance was all she had needed and he was behind her, his hands running down her bare waist to her skirt. She held the counter and arched her arse back while his hands slid down the material to her thighs. The heat of her sex washed over his fingers. God she… his hands felt amazing. He cupped her sex, his index finger running along her lips and lifting her up onto her toes so her arse rubbed against his cock. She felt it hard and pulsing through his pants. Just two layers of clothing between them.\n\nHis other hand ran up her thigh, lifting her skirt away and holding it against her waist. Just one. She twisted in his hold, pulling out of his hands and putting her back against the counter to face him.\n\n“Not here.” she said while pushing against his chest.\n\nHe held his cock, pressing her back to the cabinets, she eased up onto the counter, her thigh rising around him as the head of his cock traced over her wet lips. Her hand swept back to steady herself, knocking the glasses away and making a mess. Her hips were lifted, her thighs wrapping around. She should move, go elsewhere, not here- fuck. Her arms fell around his shoulders, her hips moving with his as he drove himself into her sex. God she loved his cock. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, trying to focus but it was hard when his hips crashed against hers. She pulled him toward her, kissing his lips and gasping out with his harder thrusts. She shuddered against him, rapidly losing focus and running her hands into his hair, falling into his lips and holding him tight in her arms while he held her hips and pounded her against the bench.\n\n“Oh fuck I’m going to cum.” she cried out, her forehead resting against his. She watched his cock glistening with her arousal as it vanished inside her. She closed her eyes trying not to think about it and looked up to see his smirk and pride.\n\nShe screwed up her face as he said “hair trigger.”\n\nHer thighs locked around him, wanting it inside her, wanting him to cum when she did but knowing she was too fast. He lifted her off the surface, hips pounding away as she mumbled into his shoulder, kissing his skin and tracing it up to his neck. She took his face and pressed her lips to his as her thighs shuddered. Fuck she loved his cock, fucked she loved getting fucked by him. She held him tight, fingers digging into his skin. Fuck she loved him.\n\n“Fuck! Fuck, RED.” she said. She eased onto the counter with a hand pressed to her face while she gritted her teeth and tapped them twice with her tongue.\n\nHer legs were jelly and she was about to fall, his hands steadied her then let her go then where on her again like he was afraid to touch her.\n\nShe slid down the cabinet to the floor. “I’m f-fine.” she said as her sex still sang with the aftershocks of her orgasm.\n\nShe opened her eyes to see him struggling with his words. She covered her face with her palm and banged her head against the cabinet once. His fingers curled around the back of her head to cushion her if she chose to do it again.\n\n“What happened?” he said.\n\nShe looked at his worried eyes, he was rock hard and on the verge of cumming but all he cared about was her at that moment. She scrunched up her face and shook her head.\n\n“Talk to me.” he said.\n\nShe shook her head.\n\n“Can I see?”\n\n“You can’t process it.” she said.\n\n“I know, I meant can you show Chloe and she can tell me.”\n\nAlice wanted to say no. She was three for three now but everyone wanted answers.\n\n“Fuckit, yeah.” she said.\n\nShe sat cursing herself and preparing for the arguments while Chris grabbed the laptop. He brought it over. She saw Chloe’s face show up, it was nighttime there and she looked tired.\n\nAlice’s head moved with Chris’ movements while he slid the jack just behind her ear, she closed her eyes and flicked across the file.\n\nChloe gasped out, her eyes rolling back for a moment, her breathing ragged and fast. Chris eased the jack back out of Alice, it gave Chloe a moment to collect herself as she had just experienced a lot of time.\n\nChloe smirked, cheeks flushed and trying to slow her breathing.\n\n“That was the best one yet. Is it the same with John and Simon?”\n\nChris looked confused, Alice nodded and he conveyed it.\n\nAlice shuffled away, drawing her knees up and hugging them while they talked.\n\n“She loves your cock.”\n\n“Didn’t need a jack to know that.” he said with a smirk, he glanced up, winced and mouthed a “sorry.”\n\n“She also loves you.”\n\n“Oh…” said Chris. He didn’t say anything else.\n\n“Oh! You’re such a guy! Hug her, tell her it’s fine and tell her that was never a problem. I’ll tell the girls the good news.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC][PI] A world where everyone has both a penis and a vagina
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"content": "---\n\nAt first, Clara felt deep guilt, she had pushed it down. This _was_ Ollie; she _wasn’t_ cheating. She had to keep reminding herself of that fact but a little less often as her arousal took more of her thought.\n\nClara felt the tip of her penis against Oliver. It gave her an urge to push closer, a desire to be inside him. He was pulling her towards the bed even as they continued to embrace. They turned them and they landed on the bed, with her beneath him. They adjusted positions so that he straddled her, her penis resting between his butt cheeks. She reached up and started to play with his boobs; he moaned softly in response. She loved the way they felt in her hands: the weight, the softness, his nipples poking her palms as her hands passed over them. She loved watching them move and squish as she squeezed and pushed them. No wonder Ollie loved playing with hers so much, which he had started doing.\n\nHis moans were incredible to listen to; the fact that she was causing them turned her on. She found she loved Oliver’s new voice, particularly when it was making _those_ sounds.\n\nClara let one hand slide down his body. She was going to make sure he had a good time and that he got a good first impression of his new parts. She let her thumb brush against his clit, which caused him to gasp and reflexively squeeze her boobs. It was so strange seeing him like this and being attracted to his new body; with him in female mode, it was remarkable how much he looked like a “normal” woman. She let her thumb run down his labia, along the inside of them, picking up some of the fluid for lubrication, then she slid back up to his clit and gently rubbed it through the hood. Oliver moaned. Clara was shocked at how much she was enjoying this, how hot it was.\n\n\n---\n\nOliver couldn’t stop himself from moaning as Clara rubbed his clit. He found himself tilting his hips forward and grinding himself against her body, the skin beneath him becoming slick with his wetness. His hands had shifted from her breasts to the bed as he moved to get better pressure on his vulva. Quickly he felt her stomach become slick with his wetness beneath him. Her thumb on his clit felt incredible, like touching the head of his penis but much more intense. He felt a rapid build-up—a warm wave in his body, building and building. Then he felt it release and wash over him. He felt muscles contract, squeezing an empty space inside him. He shuddered and shook as he moaned and came, his first female orgasm. As he started to come down, the feeling of emptiness intensified.\n\n\n---\n\nClara watched Oliver shudder, heard him moan, felt his body against her penis, gawped at his boobs bouncing. She wanted him to ride her, desperately. Her penis was so hard it _almost_ hurt; she could feel the skin stretched taut and a tense full feeling. It was incredibly very, very similar to her clit, but more spread out.\n\nShe stopped fingering Oliver as he came down from his orgasm, breathing slowly, moans less urgent. He stopped once her thumb left his clit.\n\n“Oh my God, Clara, that was… intense. I, I feel so… empty down there…”\n\nClara felt another surge of arousal, Oliver’s new voice saying something like that… did things to her. She smiled up at him. “I think I have something that can help with that.”\n\nOliver’s face already flushed from his orgasm reddened a little more. He lifted himself up and shimmied backwards slightly, reaching down to hold her penis to line it up. “Oh… wow. It’s so different from touching… mine.”\n\nThe sensation of Oliver’s fingers on her shaft was less intense than she expected, it was so like her clit, but also like the pressure of something inside her vagina.\n\n“Feels nice in your hand, doesn’t it?”\n\n“Yeah… Ah!”\n\nShe felt his moist folds touch the tip of her penis as Oliver started lowering himself onto her. She felt pressure then it vanished and his vagina enveloped the head of her penis. Warmth, wet, _pleasure_. She gasped as Oliver moaned. She felt herself continue to slide into him as he came down. His hips finally met hers, and he stopped for a moment, catching his breath.\n\n“Holly crap, it feels so much bigger than I expected!” \n\nFor a moment, Oliver’s words didn’t register, Clara caught up in the sensations coming from her penis. “Mmm, do you like it?” As soon as the words left her mouth she felt a little silly… but Oliver didn’t appear to mind.\n\n“Oh _yes_! I… just want to hold you inside me…”\n\nShe felt him squeeze her, this combined with those words in that new voice of his nearly made her cum. She groaned. He started moving, grinding a little, just lifting himself slightly. She felt herself getting closer as she started moving in time with him, thrusting up gently as he came down. His breasts bounced and jiggled as he moved and she couldn’t take her eyes off them. She felt the pressure building inside her. Soon, it was more than a pressure; it was a _need_ to get _it_ out of her and she felt herself groan. She was so close. Oliver squeezed her again, hard. She went over the edge; she tried to say she was cumming, but a grunt pushed out of her throat that turned into a groan as she felt the hot semen move up her penis, the muscles pushing it to contract. Pulse. She was pushing herself up into him as hard as she could, every fibre of her being urging her to be as deep as possible. She had lifted him up, her legs pulling her hips up off the mattress just a little. Another pulse. Another, speeding up each time. Two more, and she was spent. She dropped; her strength had left her. Oliver came down too, still holding her penis inside him.\n\nShe saw Oliver looking down at her, smiling. He spoke, “I was going to ask if you enjoyed yourself, but I think that noise you made told me all I need to know.”\n\n“It was certainly something… it felt like I had to get it out… I couldn’t stop…”\n\n“Yeah, sounds about like how it always felt for me. God, I love just sitting here feeling you slowly… soften.”\n\n“Did you feel it come out of me? It felt like so much…”\n\n“Not really, I sort of felt how it moved when you came, but I didn’t feel… the cum. I can sort of feel a bit of it now as extra… stickiness.”\n\n“Huh… it felt like so much… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I’ve never felt yours.” She paused, a realisation hit her filling her with concern. “We didn’t use a condom…”\n\nOliver’s face fell. “Oh… shit.”\n\n“I… I’m just so used to not even thinking about it since I’m on the pill…”\n\n“Yeah…”\n\n“OK… we don’t know what… your cycle is, so we have no idea if it’s even possible… and we can just get a morning-after pill to make sure.”\n\n“Alright…” Oliver still looked stunned, he seemed to have gone back into that withdrawn mood he’d been in on the drive home. It made her worried about him.\n\n“Let’s get cleaned up… I’ll go down to the pharmacy, it’ll only take 10 minutes.”\n\n---\n\nOliver stared at his reflection. Still in female mode there was hardly anything to indicate the image wasn’t just a pre-change woman. He looked at the slit between his legs. He might get pregnant. He had barely considered the possibility as real in the short time since the change before their habits had brought it starkly to him.\n\nIt was OK, they would deal with it, but he considered down the line, how did he feel about it later. They both wanted kids, would he carry one? He wasn’t sure.\n\nHe brought his attention back to the here and now. He poked and prodded his body, feeling how things felt, what was different, what was the same. His arms felt a little softer, most of the muscle he had before seemed to still be there, just under a little layer of softness. Not that he was particularly muscular, he’d never really worked out, but he hadn’t really noticed being weaker, as he’d expect a woman who doesn’t work at being strong to be.\n\nHe moved around, stretching, bending, testing his body. His breasts swayed, bounced and jiggled, forcing him to be constantly aware of them. He seemed to be slightly more flexible, particularly in the hips. The different shape of his body forced him to move in new ways that felt strange. He stared at the woman in the mirror again. Looked down at himself. Saw his breasts, looked between them at his tummy, then back to the mirror. It was starting to really sink in that that woman in the mirror was him, those curves were his.\n\nFor some reason this made him think of his eventual wedding to Clara, and that he’d need to wear a dress. He didn’t want that. It didn’t feel right.\n\n\n---\n\nAfter having a quick shower Clara came back to the bedroom to find that Oliver had been staring at his reflection when she opened the door, still naked.\n\n“I was so excited about wearing a tux.”\n\nClara ran over and hugged him. “Honey, if you want a tux, I will move heaven and earth to get a tux that will fit you and look fantastic. We were going to buy one anyway, and they need tailoring… just now yours will need a bit more…”\n\nOliver looked at her. “But…”\n\n“Ollie, nobody’s going to force you into girly clothes.”\n\nThere was a sound from the pile where Oliver had left his clothes, a notification on his phone. The sound was the one for a work email. He walked over to check it. Clara found herself watching, his gait had changed a little, his hips swung a little more, and he didn’t seem to be doing it on purpose. She found herself admiring his curves as he walked, his new butt, like hers, was ample and round in all the right ways.\n\n“It’s from Megan. She’s letting me know I can take the next two weeks off and work from home indefinitely, and a reminder that… therapy is included in our healthcare coverage.”\n\n“Ah. Are you OK? I…”\n\n“I… don’t know… I think for now I’d rather… not think about much…”"
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"content": "Xavier's College for Gifted 18+ Youngsters:\n\nTwo burgeoning super-coeds have been paired together for a project in Dr. McCoy's \"Superpowers and You and Me\" class.\n\nOne student is able to morph their skin into different textures, with some stretching, and also some tightening... they've even been able to make a new appendage or two.\n\nThe other can produce vibrations with their mind. They could always make the house shake, but now they're learning get more precise... and it always gives them a tingle as they do it.\n\nBoth of them have been experimenting with their powers in the bedroom... but almost entirely on themselves. Neither has had a boo in a long while. So when Dr. McCoy announced the assignment, \"Explore your abilities with your partner — show them what you can do, watch what they can do, and figure out something you can do together\", the two had the same thought.\n\n(in front of them, the telepathic girl blushes hard)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She joked that if her breasts got any bigger, she'd let her friends help her carry them. Then, her breasts *did* get even bigger...
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"content": "\"Jessica! Your boobs have gotten so much bigger. You said you would let your friends help you carry them if they did, they have and we don't want to see you suffer with back pain. So, we have adjusted our class schedules and we will be helping you out from now on.\" Amanda said looking down at Jessica, who was still in bed. One of the few times that the petit college woman could look down on Jessica. \n\n\"You can't be serious.\" Jessica grumped and rolled over and her boobs shifted and jiggled as she did. \"I said that as a joke.\"\n\n\"You didn't sound like it and we want to help. The entire house is getting together to help you. So, come on, get up. I get to help you get to class.\" Amanda was smiling brightly as she leaned down to get face to face with Jessica. \"We aren't kidding around. Come on lazy, let's get you to the shower.\"\n\n\"Fine, they are heavy and my shoulders are getting sore.\" Jessica rolled out of bed naked, standing right next to Amanda. Amanda turned around and stepped back into Jessica, she reached behind her shoulders and hefted Jessica's boobs onto her shoulders. She grabbed Jessica's hands and brought them to her waist.\n\n\"Alright you Amazon. Right foot first. Don't you step on my heels!\" The petit naked woman started slowly walking forward. \n\nJessica sighed and followed along. Once in the shower Amanda turned around and hugged the big woman close. \"Turn the water on and we'll wash up together.\" Showering was awkward, clumsy and by the end Jessica was a bit turned on from the attention. Amanda didn't seem to be anything but courteous and straight forward, not clinical.\n\nBy the time they got to the cafeteria half way across campus Jessica was getting used to having the small woman right in front of her and was surprised when Amanda stepped away as they got in the line for food. Grabbing trays for herself and handing one to Jessica. Somehow her breast felt heavier now that Amanda wasn't helping. \"It'll be too awkward to go through the line like that. I'll help you get to the table though.\" Amanda was all smiles, chatty, and gentle touches through the line. Once they got out she slipped in close and led the way to a small corner of the cafeteria. Sitting close enough to Jessica that her shoulder helped lift Jessica's boob. They started eating when Cindy slid into the booth from the other side and snuggled in close to Jessica.\n\n\"Hey you two! I get to help! How's it going so far? \" Cindy grabbed a strawberry from Jessica's plate and offered it to Jessica.\n\nJessica rolled her eyes and bit into the strawberry. \"I can feed myself you know.\"\n\n\"I'll be in the way the entire time. This is easier.\" Cindy said with a bright smile as she took the spoon and scooped some yogurt for Jessica.\n\nJessica sighed taking the bite. \"This is ridiculous. I can carry my boobs just fine and I can feed myself just fine.\"\n\nAmanda interrupted her before she could really get going. \"Try it for 36 hours. Until tomorrow at dinner. If you don't want to keep doing it we'll all stop then. Please?\"\n\nJessica looked down at the petit woman and noticed she was wearing Jessica's favorite eyeshadow for Amanda's eyes. She sighed in defeat. \"Okay, until tomorrow at dinner.\"\n\nBoth women squirmed in their seats and somehow snuggled closer. Amanda led her to her Math class. Erin showed up to take her to her literature class. Cindy showed up after that to take her to lunch and Sarah joined them helping Jessica eat. \n\nSarah helped her to her history class and to the library as Jessica usually did her homework there right after classes. All the other women in the dorm house met them there. Samantha and Merry sat next to her and rubbed her shoulders while she rested her large breasts on the table and did her work. \n\nMerry helped her to the cafeteria for dinner and back to the dorm house. Samantha helped her through the shower and into bed. Erin showed up and snuggled into bed on the other side of Jessica. \n\n\"Okay, now you guys are going a bit crazy with this. You don't need to support my boobs while I sleep. The bed will work just fine for that.\" Jessica complained.\n\n\"You said you would try it until dinner tomorrow. Let us show you how much we want to help and you can call it all off tomorrow after dinner.\" Erin said softly in her ear as she cupped Jessica's left boob with her arm, Erin's forearm resting in-between Jessica's breasts. Samantha's arm cupped her right boob and her forearm laid over Erin's. \n\nDespite the closeness Jessica fell asleep quickly. The next morning Erin and Samantha kissed her on the cheeks as they left her to Amanda for her shower. Jessica was getting more turned on from all the attention and touching. Amanda hugged her tight and rubbed herself on Jessica for just a moment. Amanda led the way to the cafeteria again and once they sat down her hand ended up on Jessica's thigh as Merry slid into the booth. \n\nMerry chatted throughout the meal keeping Jessica off balance mentally as Amanda's hand rubbed slightly on her thigh. Soon breakfast was over and Jessica was a bit breathless. Amanda took her to class and parted with a tight hug. In class Jessica fidgeted trying to get comfortable with her breast resting on the desk. It was cold and not very comfortable. She felt alone in a room full of people. Class ended and Jessica raced out of the room into the waiting arms of Cindy. A tight hug for a moment and then Cindy led her to her next class. \n\nSamantha pulled her into a hug after class and carried her to lunch, everyone showed up for lunch. The women all offered her bits of their lunches and someone's foot slid up and down her calf. Gentle hands drifted over her and too soon lunch was over and Erin helped her to class. \n\nJessica nearly ran into Amanda's arms at the end of class, the trip to the library was quick and they slid into the group. \n\n\"Okay, okay! I am not waiting until dinner to make up my mind. We are going to keep doing this if you all want to.\" Jessica looked around the table getting smiles and nods back. \"But uh... I have been getting so damn horny. I hope you uhh don-\" Amanda cut her off with a kiss. They were all packed up and hurting back to the dorm house. They made it as far as the living room, bags and clothing abandoned in the entryway and hallway. Someone had placed some exercise mats out with several layers of blanket. The group fell onto the makeshift bed hands and mouths roaming over each other.\n\nAn hour later Jessica laid on the bed with Erin curled around her head, Samantha on her right, Amanda on her left, Sarah laid between her legs, Cindy spooned Samantha and Merry spooned Amanda. She looked up at the slowly turning ceiling fan. \"I don't know how you all planned this but thank you so much!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] "Bound for the Apocalypse"- seeking post-apocalyptic BDSM scenes
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"content": "In the zombie apocalypse, a group of survivors hits on a clever way to be sure nobody is secretly infected - have newcomers to the camp spend the first few nights tied up.\n\nA group of raiders has tamed a swarm of giant mutant spiders. Travelers who pass through their territory might end up in a sticky situation!\n\nLong after the apocalypse, a group of survivors have found the ruins of an ancient underground club. They're not sure what all the strange devices were used for, but they're willing to experiment!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What happens to the cheerleaders when their team loses the big rivalry game
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"content": "(Hey, so I think instead of me writing in how you and your best friend feel, it would be really fun to give you the script for the performance and have you do the part where you and your best friend perform it front of the entire team. Enjoy!)\n\nThe other team's coach was a perky blonde who looked young enough to be the girlfriend of the quarterback.\n\n\"Look boys, here comes the loooosers\"\n\nThe rest of the team chuckled and cheered. Scores of eyes feasted on your naked bodies.\n\n\"Now we have a tradition in this town that the losing team's cheerleaders have to put on a bit of a show for the winning team. There's a script, and if you follow the script, then that's it.\"\n\nThe coach paused.\n\n\"But... if you *don't* want to behave, there's always the option of handing you over to the players. I'm sure these guys would do *anything* to you.\"\n\nMuch louder cheering and hooting emanated from the crowd.\n\n\"So I take it that you want to behave?\" The coach asked, leaning forward.\n\nYou and your best friend both nod at her.\n\n\"Awwww\" some of the football players say. There's an erotic tension in the room from all the pent-up desire.\n\n\"Good girls,\" the coach says. \"Now I'll be walking you to the auditorium. Oh, um, I should mention, for the rest of the night you're going to stay on your knees and when you need to walk you'll be walking on all fours.\"\n\nShe walks forward and grabs the long leashes attached to your collars. \"You'll be going out the hall and to the right. I'll keep giving you instructions, but you'll need to stay ahead of me the entire time. The rest of the team is right behind me. If you fall behind, I think you know what happens.\"\n\nMore hooting emanates from the players.\n\n\"Alright, girls, let's go!\" She commands you.\n\n ~~~ Play of the losers ~~~\n\n [Two girls, A and B, are on all fours in the front center of the stage. Just behind them is a\n box of props.]\n\n A:“Hey, girl, what’s wrong? You look really upset.”\n\n B:“Oh it’s nothing.”\n\n A:“You can tell me. After all, we’re both cheerleaders, and that makes us practically sisters.”\n\n B:“Okay. It’s just, I’m really sad that our team lost the Rivalry Game.”\n\n A:“Yeah, I’m really sad too. The other team played so well. They were so much better than us.\n And also the quarterback when he took off his helmet looked super cute.”\n\n B:“Yeah, I’m also really upset because my boyfriend is our team’s quarterback and he lost the\n game for us. I don’t know if we can still be together. I might have to dump him.”\n\n A:“You totally should, he’s a loser and it’ll make you feel way better when you realize you’re\n not dating a loser. Hey maybe you should date the other team’s quarterback instead? Now\n there’s a winner.”\n \n B:“I don’t know, aren’t you also dating someone on our football team?”\n\n A:“Not anymore! I just texted him. They’re all losers and not worth it. I was looking at the\n winners after the game and I saw one who was super cute that I’m going to ask out.\n\n B:“Ooooh you have to tell me!”\n\n A:“Not until you do the right thing and dump your loser boyfriend.”\n\n B:“Fine, it’s done. Now tell me!”\n\n A:“Okay, he was number 43, but I got his real number from the coach after the game. Now\n don’t you want the number for the winning quarterback?”\n\n B:“Yeah, but what if he doesn’t want to date a loser like me? He’s probably dating one of\n their cheerleaders.”\n\n A:“Well I know a secret technique that’ll work on him for sure. What you have to do is play\n with him right here.”\n\n [A pulls out of the nearby box a realistic six inch tan silicone dildo with a wrinkly silicone\n scrotum.]\n\n B:“Whoa! Isn’t that too slutty?”\n\n A:“It’s okay. Their school is super classy, but our school is full of skanks, so even if our\n team lost the football game we can still use our skills to our advantage.”\n\n B:“Okay. That makes a lot of sense.”\n\n A:“So, have you ever used your mouth to please a guy down there?”\n\n B:“No. My loser ex is really boring and bad at sex.”\n\n A:“See, I bet the winning quarterback is much better. Here, follow me using this one.”\n\n [A pulls out of the box another dildo almost exactly like the other one but with a much\n darker skin tone]\n\n [B, holding the dildo] “Okay”\n\n A:“So, first you have to circle your tongue around the tip, like this.”\n\n [A sensually circles her tongue around the head of the dildo. B copies.]\n\n A:“Make sure you keep going until the entire head is coated with your spit.”\n\n [B does as she is told, then says] “Okay.”\n\n A:“Now, get your lips around the shaft and move it deeper into you. Make sure you suck\n your cheeks in until they're pulled in against it, and then move it forward and back like this.\n\n [A pushes the dildo into her mouth and loudly sucks on it. B copies.]\n\n A:“You’re doing great, now here’s the hard part. You want it to go into your throat.”\n\n B:“Won’t I gag?”\n\n A:“Totally, and he’ll be super into that. What you need to do is tilt your head back and\n push it in, like this.”\n\n [A tilts her head back and deepthroats her dildo while B watches]\n\n B:“Wow, you’re super good at this.”\n\n A:“All you need to do is practice. Now it's your turn to do it.”\n\n B:“Sorry, I can’t do this, can you shove it in for me?”\n\n A:“Sure, after all, what are friends for?”\n\n [A puts her dildo back into the box, then grabs B’s dildo. She tilts B’s head back and rams\n the dildo balls deep down her throat at least ten times.]\n\n A:“Good girl. You did great. You’re definitely going to make him cum like that, and then\n he’ll go out with you for sure!”\n\n B:“I can’t wait to date a winner!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM]Give me femboy, mythology, monster girl, superhero, or alien prompts. Please no cucking or incest
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"content": ">(Femboy)\n\n- A young effete elven noble desires exotic pets. His latest gift, a curious and affectionate slimegirl, is his current favorite.\n\n- Lost and inebriated, a young businessman stumbles through the seedier parts of town. One way or another, he ends up at the doors of a femboy brothel.\n\n- The girly guy in the group often cracked gay jokes at his own expense, but when one of his friends went out on a limb and took it seriously...\n\n- A young masseur meets his newest client, a curvy yet sporty young thing, for a full-body massage. Long haired and round-faced, he was completely convinced his new customer was a girl...\n\n>(Monster Girl)\n\n- His Van-Hellsing-esque career of beast hunting was short-lived when he encountered his first target: a plump, dusk-hued hellhound.\n\n- An adventurer decides slimes are an easy enough target for the time being. That is until they swarm him and farm his \"elixir\" like he was planning to farm XP.\n\n- Kobolds (the doggo girl kind) are highly loyal and affectionate. Especially one in particular, who can't get enough of her male workout buddy/coach/coachee/etc."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] There is something about this hot spring...
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"content": "\"James…\" He heard the whisper from the other side of the pool. It was Kate, it was a small voice for her. She was usually so full of energy, loud, and unafraid to express herself.\r \nHe found her at the very edge of the spring, where the water was shallow over a smooth slab of black rock. Braid was half undone, and wet halfway up. Her top had fallen from one side of her body, and the other side barely clung to her. Her bottoms were around one knee. \r \n\rShe lay there, in the inch-deep water, eyes closed, whispering his name. \"James… please…\" She sounded afraid but wanting. He made a small splash with one of his steps and it seemed to startle her. She sat up, her hazel eyes wide, closing her legs and blocking what hid between them with her fingers, but as those fingers touched it, she winced and shuddered. \r \n\r\"I need… James… Help me.\" She said. He could only think of one thing to do, with each breath he took, he felt the sweet burn of the hot air around him. It filled his lungs, his heart, and his mind. 'I can't, I just came… but I feel… I feel it all again.' \r \n\rHe looked down, expecting to see himself limp, but he saw quite the opposite as if he had lost no virile passing his love to Becca just moments ago. All that remained as proof of their loving, was the red marks on his chest, and the slick residue made of their mixing that made his cock shine in the moonlight and matted the tufts of hair to his skin. \r \n\rHe had already walked the few steps over to Kate, and he stood over her. 'No, this is wrong. She doesn't want me. She never has. She's known me forever. She doesn't want to ruin that, I don't want to ruin that.' \r \n\r\"Jj…\" She moaned. Her freckled face was lewd, dripping from the heat, lips parted, blushed red. Her neck dripped with sweat, and her chest slowly rose and fell. \"I need you.\" She let her legs open. Her gaze was locked to him, it scanned him up and down. \r \nHe couldn't move. He had had little choice with Rebecca, who had practically taken him on her own. It still had been his choice, and it was an easy one, but this was not.\r \n\r\"James…\" said, more present than she had been the past few times. \"I need you to fuck me.\" \r \n\rHe knelt down, hot water splashing beneath his knees. As he did she lifted her left leg, her heel running across his chest and shoulder before she rested the weight of it on his shoulder. He ran a hand up the other thigh, gripping, and when he reached that soft wet place, warmer than the rest of her body, he caressed it with his thumb. Heaved over it with ease, feeling each folded part, for him under the slightest pressure. His other hand fondled what it could on her chest. Small firm lumps, with nipples hardening under pinching fingers. \r \n\r\"Oohh shit…\" She said quivering as he massaged her, in a spot he presumed to be the right one. \"Sto–ah… Stop fucking around!\" \r \n\rHe didn't know why he had decided to fool around with her, but it seemed the right thing to do. She had always teased him growing up, she had to know that he had always liked her, but she never let him get close. Now she was begging, wanting him, and he did what he could to keep from indulging her as long as he could. He broke eventually, it was impossible to resist his own urges, and whatever other influences had taken hold of the both of them. \r \n\rHe lined himself up with her, feeling the dank heat of her cunt on the end of his cock. Becca had practically mounted him like a princess mounts a gifted pony, he hadn't any time to consider that moment, it had just come, he had cum, and it had gone. Now, he would savor it. He would savor the lust on her face, the want in her eyes, the glimmer of sweat on her skin, and the shimmer of the moonlight on the wetness of her sex. He pushed in just past the head, it was as easy, or easier than it had been to enter Becca. She was just as aroused, and he was wetter, his shaft lightly glazed with cum and Becca's wetness. It took a good amount of restraint not just to give it all to her, but he had enough wits to not give in. He gave her a little and withdrew fully, still massaging her clit with his thumb. \r \n\r\"You're an ass.\" She said with a short breath. James felt her other leg moving across his side, and wrapping around him. It was a good effort when she pulled him closer with her leg, he was halfway now when he pushed himself back against her pressure. \r \n\rShe was tight, tighter than Becca. He only fooled around with a couple more thrusts, before he caved to her desires. He hoisted up her other leg, so both were over his shoulders and fucked her slowly. \r \n\rKate was perfect, the way she sprawled out before him. Her hands laid above her head, her fingers flexing each time he felt his balls slap her ass. Her eyes were half closed, and her mouth was half open and drooling. Where their bodies joined there was nothing but sticky hair and flesh. He could feel every inch inside her, all around him, hot wet warmth that sapped his will to resist. \r \n\rIt came up from seemingly nowhere. All at once he realized that climax was already there, already coming, the seal already broken. He clenched, flexed, and grunted to try and hold it back, but it was impossible. His thrusts hastened and became more erratic. It was too much to stay inside her, and after the first rush, he pulled himself free of her and spilled the rest on her skin. The tangled mess of her bush was laden with cum, the rest that reached a bit higher pooled around the little silver ornament in her naval. His cock throbbed and leaked a bit more, which rolled down the side of her pelvis before floating away, murking the shallow water around them. \r \n\r\"Hey, what… what the fuck.\" Kate sat up, propping herself up on her elbows. She looked as angry as she did lewd. \"I– I didn't cum.\" \r \n\rJames was going to reply, but she started to fumble with him and the sensitivity was immense. He gasped, her wet touch seemingly amplified by the spring water they had all been soaking in, and he was still sensitive from his own orgasm. \r \n\r\"You stop when I tell you to stop.\" She said once she managed to get a solid enough grasp of his penis, still slightly firm, and well-lubed from fluids of its own. She pushed it back into the freshly filled hole and began rubbing herself with her own fingers. \r \n\r\"Faster… I can feel it… I'm going to…\" She said, rocking her pelvis back and forth. The sound of her wet and sticky skin was as loud as the water splashing beneath them. \r \n\rIt was a quick turnaround as if something inside of James said 'Again? Okay…' That pressure built, and built, and built up the best it could, and she moved faster and faster, moaned louder and louder. \r \n\r\"Jj…\" She looked at him, with a face that looked almost sad, and happy at the same time. He looked back, and all he saw was her face and the swirling moonlit steam. \"I… i'm…\" \r \n\rShe broke then, she was almost quiet, only grunting and moaning small. Where she broke down was inside her body. She shook and writhed, falling back and pulling James down on top of her. The flexing and squeezing inside of her was his final undoing. He kept himself moving as long as he could before it was too overwhelming to continue, and he collapsed beside her in the shallow hot water. \r \n\rJames looked up at what he could see. The moon was still fixed in the middle of the sky, surrounded by a cyclone of steam, and the vague shadows of the trees and mountains around them. He took a moment, to breathe, to try to think. But the more he lay in that water, the more he breathed that sweet and heavy air, the quicker he realized, that he couldn’t think, that he couldn't feel anything else. He heard the splash of Rebecca wading through the spring over to him, and he felt Kate stirring beside him. He knew the night had just begun."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: - The plumber girl.
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"content": ">!||features: bbw, exhibition, prostitution, terrible bostonian accent, even more terrible plot||!<\n\n\"This John Millah's place?\" A buxom woman heaving a massive tool chest tapped her foot impatiently.\n\n\"Oh, you're uh...\" My eyes widened.\n\nI was quite surprised. Not that a woman would be a plumber, I'm not a misogynist. But that this was the 'Toni' I had been talking to on the phone.\n\n\"The plummah, yea yea. Yous said ya had a boist pipe?\" Toni asked in her unusually deep voice.\n\n\"Come again?\" I pleaded.\n\n\"Boist pipe, ya knucklehead.\" Toni dramatically rolled her eyes and pretended to knock on my skull. \"Anyone home up there?\"\n\n\"Do you treat all your customers like this?\"\n\n\"Only those that make emergency calls ovah Christmas, jagoff.\"\n\n\"F-fine, I guess you've got me there. Yes, I have a burst pipe-\"\n\n\"In or out?\"\n\n\"Pardon?\"\n\n\"Is it the shit pipe or the tap?\"\n\n\"Oh! Yeah it's the tap. In, I guess. Yeah I think-\"\n\n\"Ya stupid ass forgot to let the watah trickle?\" \n\n\"Yep.\" I admitted bashfully.\n\nShe laughed and slapped my shoulder.\n\n\"Don't worry ya silly lil head about, sweethawt. Happens ta everyone.\"\n\nShe tossed her tool chest on my couch, which I don't remember giving her permission to do, then bent over to rifle through it. She was a big lady, though well proportioned, it was clear her jumpsuit was at least one size too small.\n\n\"I'll be in my room if you need me.\" I cleared my throat.\n\n\"What, yous not gonna help or nothin'?\"\n\n\"Uh, should I?\" \n\n\"It'd be awfully nice of ya, and I chahge by the houwa.\" \n\n\"S-sure, what do you need?\"\n\n\"Just hand me tools.\"\n\nShe worked with surprising efficiency. In less than thirty minutes, she was able to find the broken pipe sections and start thawing them.\n\n\"A‐ight, I needs ya ta make sure all ya faucets and shit ah open,\" she shouted while doing something with a wrench.\n\n\"Got it.\"\n\nI ran all around my house, opening every faucet. A slow trickle of water starting coming out. Then a little bit more. Then a lot more...\n\n\"YA DIDN'T SHUT OFF THE FOOKEN WATAH MAIN? DID YA MAMMA DROP YOU AS A BABY OR SUM'N!\"\n\nImmediately, I ran to shut off the water main. Shit. I mean, she's supposed to be the plumber. But if I told her that, she'd probably kill me.\n\n\"Sorry! It didn't cause any damage, did it?\"\n\n\"No, ya stupid ass, it didn't cause any damage. It just soaked me in freezin' cold watah!\" She was shivering, a mixture of rage and fear in her eyes.\n\nTo my amazement, she finished work in her condition. It didn't take long, only one section needed to be replaced and she made quick work of it.\n\nShe crawled out from the crawl space, soaking wet from head to toe. With her clothes now translucent, I could tell two things: she was a very hairy woman, and she wasn't wearing underwear.\n\n\"A-ight. I needs ya ta grab me a warm towel, a cuppa hawt cawfee, and a blanket.\" She listed these off on her fingers like they were supplies I needed to order.\n\n\"Uh, on it.\"\n\nWhen I returned with her towel, I found her stark nude doing jumping jacks in my living room. Her pudgy belly and enormous breasts bouncing hypnotically. I gasped and covered my eyes, tossing her the towel.\n\n\"Didn't anyone evah tell ya ta knock? And this towel ain't even that warm!\"\n\n\"Okay first off, you're in the middle of my living room. Second off, I didn't know you would GET NAKED AND START DOING JUMPING JACKS!\"\n\n\"Oh what, ya nevah watch Beah Grylls? I coulda gawt hypathermia ya know, and then I'd sue ya.\"\n\n\"Well, I appreciate you looking out for me then,\" I said, intending sarcasm, then realizing she made a good point.\n\n\"Now hurry up wit that cawfee.\" She swatted me with the now wet towel.\n\nSomehow I found myself actually making her a cup of coffee. I returned with the coffee and blanket, though this time I 'knocked' on the hallway with my elbow first.\n\n\"Come roight in.\"\n\nI walked in on her flossing the towel between her fat ass cheeks. That had to be the single most vulgar position I could've found her in, short of masturbating on my couch. Then again, I wasn't entirely sure she *wasn't* doing this to masturbate.\n\n\"Jesus Christ.\"\n\n\"Don't ya dare say that name while callin' me in on Christmas, ya grinch.\" She dropped the towel and walked up to me. \"Oh, thanks for the cawfee!\"\n\nIf she was intent on showing, I was intent on looking. Either she was being intentionally obnoxious and crass, or she was trying to seduce me, likely both. Either way, she was entirely to blame for my erection.\n\n\"You're welcome. Uh, don't forget your blanket.\"\n\nShe smirked and grabbed the blanket. Then, as she turned and walked to the couch, dropped it.\n\n\"Oops, I'm such a klutz.\" She bent over to pick it up. \n\nTo her credit, she didn't try anything ridiculous. Or, well, more ridiculous. It seemed she was content to simply show me the goods. A puffy, hairy pussy with large, dark labia. And a fat ass she wasn't shy to flaunt. \n\n\"Couldja toss my uniform in a dryah? Then I'll get outa ya hair.\" She plopped her butt on my couch, and loudly sipped the coffee.\n\n\"... Were you trying to show off your ass? I know you were, I'm just seeing if you'll deny it.\"\n\n\"So what if I was? Huh?\"\n\n\"Well, if you were showing me your ass and denied it, then I'd know you were just messing with me. On the other hand...\"\n\n\"Oooh, I see whatcha swingin' at, champ.\" She giggled bashfully. \n\nThen, she grabbed some paper and a pen.\n\n\"Let's talk business foist... So, labor cawst come out ta a hunny n' five... Then ya got materials...\" \n\nShe scribbled everything down and showed it to me.\n\n\"That look 'bout roight to ya?\" \n\n\"Five thousand dollars? What the fuck! This isn't right at all.\"\n\n\"I thought yous wanted the special?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Lemme spell it out for ya, Einstein.\" She leaned in conspiratorially, \"the actual pipework's no more than five benjamins, the 'pipework' costs extra. So, we doin' it or not?\"\n\n\"So the plumbing thing is just a front?\"\n\n\"Fuck you! Your pipes are workin', ain't they?\"\n\n\"Sorry, what I meant is, just a side business. And 4k is a lot of money for uh, that sorta thing, just saying.\"\n\n\"Maybe for a street hooka. This is the real deal, goilfriend expe-ience. Whole week, till ya make my hole weak.\"\n\n\"How many other guys have the, uh, 'girlfriend experience'?\"\n\n\"Can't say. NDA.\"\n\n\"Well if you've got other boyfriends, it's hardly the full experience.\"\n\n\"Maybe ya goilfriend's a slut that fucks other guys.\"\n\n\"Maybe she's a prostitute.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Exactly.\"\n\n\"... Make it a month and you've got a deal.\"\n\nShe grabbed my hand and shook it.\n\n\"Pleasure doin' business with ya!\"\n\n\"Business doing pleasure with ya.\" I unzipped my pants.\n\n\"Not roight now, stupid. I'll miss Christmas dinnah.\"\n\n\"Seriously? What am I paying you for then!\"\n\n\"We can staht tomorrah.\"\n\n\"... or, I could be your dinner date?\"\n\n\"Hah! Takin' it a tad too literally. I'm not about ta take a client to see my ma.\"\n\n\"Guys buy this because they're lonely, right? Well, I've got no one to spend Christmas with. So, what do you say? Deal or no deal?\"\n\n\"A-ight. Fine, fuckin' Howie Mandel. But you betta wear a suit and tie! I'm not takin' ya to Christmas dinnah with you dressed like an asshole.\"\n\n(Might continue if there's any interest in John and Toni's out of season Christmas exploits.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Gladiatrix losing in the ring
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"content": "Normally, if one of the Emperor's concubines was caught in bed with another man, they were given two options: Death, or being sold to a brothel, to serve as 'public entertainment', for the rest of their lives, but the young emperor decides that he has a different fate in mind for this girl, whixh combines both. She's going to get thrown in the colosseum, with an experienced gladiatrix, and see how long she lasts.\nWhat the crowd doesn't know, is that the gladiatrix shared a room with her opponent last night, and was given an *excellent* reason for throwing the fight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Girlfriend has a little fun as the hostess of the boys game night.
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"content": "The night of the game Liz decided to dress as provocatively as possible. To appeal to the men's tastes she wore a sheer white top that very clearly showed her 36 c breasts. Liz's nipples\nbeing a natural blonde were light in color and showed through the blouse in all their glory. A short tight black mini skirt was worn over an even tinier t string panty. To add to the ensemble, she wore sheer thigh highs with black seams strapped to a garter belt she bought for the occasion. Red stiletto heels topped off the outfit giving Liz the appearance of a woman on the prowl for sex. Jon was nearly drooling when she came out of the bedroom, the exact effect she'd hoped to achieve but he then took their game a step further. Asking her to unbutton her blouse several buttons, she moaned as he attached small nipple clamps with bells attached. \" Since you're seeking to attract their attention those will help. Now they won't just see you coming they will hear you as well now be a good girl and button up to the second button. My love you look ravishing, and you have my permission to tease them all with your feminine wiles. Liz looked at him and smiled, her lipstick fire engine red. Jon smiled back and whispered in her ear, \"do you want me to tell them it's ok to touch that sexy ass?\" Her rapid reply in a very throaty voice, \"I'm yours to command you know that Jon.\" \n\n\"Very well then fondling of the buttocks is now on the menu as well as soft brushes against those beautiful orbs. Be sure to make the boys all hard and aching for your hot body.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have the unique ability to hear and understand the context to anytime someone says your name. This can naturally lead to some awkward circumstances…
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"content": "Despite her headphones and the fact that she sat three rows in front of them, Kiley was still able to hear what they were saying. It was her unique gift, if one wanted to call it that, but it was incredibly hard to tune out at times. If people could not see her or if she wasn’t in the same room it was easier, but now, with the two of them seemingly starring daggers into the back of her head it was basically impossible to ignore.\r \n\r \nShe cursed herself for having come this early. Her lecture wouldn’t begin for another 15 minutes. The room was almost empty except for a few fellow students who were mostly busy with their phones or catching up on todays required reading. There was however a couple there that seemed to be preoccupied with something else. Her.\r \n\r \nKiley only knew their names because they had come up during one of their sessions. Aline and Marcus. Aline was brunette, tall, drop dead gorgeous. Marcus was skinny, intelligent and could probably best be described as a cute nerd. \r \n\r \n“Don’t tell me you don’t find her cute,” Aline had said a moment ago. “Who?” Marcus asked, clearly not super comfortable with the direction their conversation was going. “Kiley,” Aline had nodded towards her and that was when Kiley had begun to be aware of their conversation. \r \n\r \nMarcus coughed slightly then answered in a low voice, “I guess.” Kiley did not need to turn around to know that he was probably blushing. Her own cheeks felt slightly hot as well. Marcus was cute, but given that he always hung around with Aline she had assumed the two were an item. \r \n\r \n“You guess?” Aline asked with a slight chuckle. “Come on cut out the bullshit. I saw you looking at her the other day when she left the room, you seemed in trance.” Kiley instantly had a flashback, the context about what Aline was talking about suddenly clear in her mind, Marcus looking at her as she left the room.\r \n\r \n“If you are not going to make a move soon I might,” the brunette said teasingly. Kiley was surprised, she had not known that Aline fancied other girls. Apparently neither did Marcus as he looked over at his friend. “Didn’t know you swing that way.” Aline shrugged. “I like who I like.” She did not say more about that, instead going down a road that made Kiley a lot more uncomfortable. \r \n\r \n“You remember the outfit she was wearing when you ogled her the other day right?” Marcus blushed hot red at the accusation, “I did not ‘ogle’ her!” He shot back. Another flashback showed Kiley that he was laying, she saw herself from Marcus’s perspective, walking out of the lecture hall. His eyes focused on her face for a second, then dragged down along her body. She saw him look at her petite frame, his eyes focusing on her small chest beneath the white top she had worn that day, before moving over her green hot pants and then up and down along her pale legs. \r \n\r \nKiley bit her lip, feeling embarrassed and slightly angry at his intrusive gaze. A grin crossed Aline’s face. “You know, I saw more than you did?” Another flashback, this time she was seeing herself through Aline’s eyes, standing in the library still in the same outfit, reaching up to grab one of the books from a higher shelf, her short statue forcing her to get on her toe tips to be able to grab the book. Her shirt had ridden up a bit and exposed her flank to Aline. Her pants had also had moved up and for a split second Aline had been able to see a bit more than just Kiley’s thighs. The girl had keep her eyes clued to Kiley’s butt afterwards until she was out of view.\r \n\r \n“Perv,” Kiley mumbled underneath her breath. \r \n\r \n“You know,” Aline continued, “I could ask her if she was to go swimming with us next week. Then you can see what I saw.” She gave Marcus a wink. Marcus tensed up. \r \n\r \n“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said in return. Aline leaned in and Kiley took a moment to really comprehend what had just happened. Aline had put her hand on the inside of Marcus’s thigh right above the knee. \r \n\r \n“Why not?” The woman said, her lips moving close to the young men’s ear, her breath reflecting off his skin. “Are you afraid she wouldn’t appreciate seeing a buldge form in your trunks?”\r \n\r \n“That wouldn’t happen,” Marcus answered and Kiley instantly knew it was a lie, in fact he was getting more tense even now, only talking about it with Aline. Aline seemingly also know that he was lying. \r \n\r \n“Oh? In that case maybe I should ask her to go skinny dipping with us. I am sure she would come,” her hand on Marcus’s leg moved up a bit, “as you know I can be very persuasive.” Marcus swallowed. \r \n\r \nKiley suddenly could not stop herself from turning around. Her eyes met Marcus for a split second, his eyes widening in shock as he quickly averted his gaze. Aline on the other hand met her stare head on, her lips turning into a small smile, her eyes were intense and filled with desire."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] As tentacle monsters become more well known, they have to start getting more creative stalking women
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"content": "#Ahem:\n\n•Tentacle Monsters have infested the sewer systems, having figured out that a ferocious and ultra-violent defense of all manholes is much easier from the inside. Having control over the sewers the creatures have begun to enter bathrooms from shower/sink drains and up through toilets, ambushing people in their' own homes.\n\n•Tentacle Monsters are starting to hide in gardens, greenhouses and around trash bins n' dumpsters. Garbage collectors are being issued cryonic magnums as a deterrent.\n\n•Tentacle Monster Cults are starting open insurgencies and guerrilla warfare both in and out of the city. Please report any suspicious activity to your local authorities as well as Animal Control immediately.\n\n•Today you bought a large canister of rice, thinking nothing of it. As you unpack your groceries the canister pops open, revealing a very hungry Tentacle Monster.\n\n•The Governor is considering calling in the National Guard as Tentacle Monsters have started breaking into cars, especially the trunks of cars as to ambush complacent targets. A mandatory curfew of 8:50pm is now in affect state-wide as the infestation grows.\n\n•Biologists have discovered an unprecedented jump in Tentacle Monster intelligence, which has been reinforced by CCTV footage showing one of the creatures climbing the side of an apartment building at 3:00am. It began a rampage after entering via the ventilation system.\n\n•Tentacle Monsters have disturbingly evolved the ability to become invisible to all but the sharpest eye. If you are experiencing an inexplicable sense of dread or suddenly feel watched please dial 911.\n\n•Tentacle Monsters just learned how to pick locks and open doors. :>"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] a "powerful" woman wants to be fucked in the ass by a "weak" man
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"content": "My thoughts on this would be in a office setting in which an executive buzzes for one of her many male lackeys'. A gorgeous women who though older than this \"weak\" man she's still rather young for her position she clawed tooth and nail for. Upon arriving the man clearly green in his position half thinks he's going to be fired until the women tells him to close and *double lock* the door. Surprised there is a double lock though meek and subservient he does what is asked before sheepishly returning to her desk. At her desk and not even looking up at him she describes what she needs him to do as she and clearly bends over waiting for him to begin. The man might mention having a girlfriend but the women clearly rejects that as not relevant. Scared and a bit aroused the man follows suit much to the enjoyment of the women who secretly is desperate need to be used at the moment and treated as an object and sex toy instead of someone with so much responsibility."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] "You should stay the night"
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"content": "•A femboy ignored the chance of a blizzard, setting up camp days deep into the snow laden forest. The blizzard wrecks his tent and campsite sending him into a life or death survival situation; But a mysterious hermit clad in heavy winter gear and snow shoes arrives saying, \"You should stay the night.\"\n\n•A wayward sorceress attacked and left for dead collapses at the doorstep of a cottage nestled high up in the mountains. She awakens inside the cozy cottage to a man covered from head to toe in bandages as he brews a healing soup. In a voice like burning coal and wind-whipped gravel he says, \"You should stay-\" {Strained Cough} \"-the night.\"\n\n•The Titan-Class Expeditionary Cruiser \"Soul Savior\" experiences a cataclysmic system cascade over a newly discovered planet. You are the only surviving escape pod yet upon stepping outside you are greeted in english by medieval-age-esque aliens who offer, \"You should stay the night O' great Star God!\"\n\n•\"You should stay the night, it's dangerous in the dark.\" Said the man in the onyx duster. Jeez he's got one hell of a chiseled jaw, and he's so dang grim-faced! So edgy, so kool~\n\n•The last thing you remember is charging the opposing trench, but you awake hours later inside the cabin of an enemy super-heavy tank, surrounded by several soldiers. A petite combat engineer hands you a beer saying, \"Feel like hanging 'ere for tha nite?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two male coworkers are alone together unpacking the last shipment of the night at the warehouse. Both trip, with one face down and the other on top of him. The red faced duo stare at one another...
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"content": "\"*Phew*... Glad that's over-\" I leaned on some shelving and caught my breath.\n\n\"Watch out!\" Jack did a 'get down Mr. President' tackle.\n\nIt took me a second to even register. Leaning on that shelf caused it to wobble, which had no sooner dislodged a precariously placed box full of nearly a hundred pounds of steel tools. Before I even hit the ground, he wrapped his arms around me to brace my fall.\n\nA loud crash followed as the box fell where I was standing but a moment ago. The clattering of metal on the concrete floor, plus the fact that I had almost died, made me flinch. I yelped, and instinctively hugged Jack. \n\n\"You just saved my life.\" My eyes were wide in shock.\n\nHe kicked the still-wobbling shelving, and pushed against with his legs. Using all his remaining leg strength, he ensured it fell away from us.\n\n\"Eh, don't think too much of it. You'da done me the same.\" He smiled, his breathing hoarse and his cheeks red.\n\nI smiled back. My heart was still racing, and with our chests pressed so close together, I could feel his was too. But, I felt safe in his arms.\n\nI suddenly realized, in a fit of embarrassment, that I was still hugging him. I awkwardly turned my head and gave him a pat on the back, then let go. He snickered, and slithered his arms out from under me.\n\n\"Here, lemme help ya up.\" He clambered to his feet, then extended a helping hand.\n\n\"Thanks,\" I muttered as I took it. \n\nHe had a firm, powerful grip. I did not. Doubtless, he was just as sore and tired as I was. The difference being he wasn't shaken.\n\n\"You alright?\" Jack asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.\n\n\"Yeah... I'm fine.\"\n\n\"You sure?\"\n\nMy first reaction was frustration, I wanted to lash out at him. Of course I'm fine! But, truthfully, I wasn't. And, I knew he knew.\n\n\"I think I just need to get home, get a good night's rest.\" I grabbed my keys.\n\nHe nodded sagely, though still wore a worried expression. He looked at my still jittery hands, then back in my eyes. He saw in my blue eyes a false confidence, I saw in his brown, real vulnerability.\n\n\"Put your hands out, like this.\" He extended his arms, palms to the floor. Steady as a rock.\n\nI did so. My hands shook so bad that I almost dropped my keys. I hicced, and felt a lump in my throat. He held my hands and steadied them.\n\n\"You're not in a good way to be drivin'. And I hardly reckon an uber would come by at this hour. What'd'ya say I take ya home?\"\n\n\"You'd do that for me?\" The tears rolled down my cheeks.\n\nHe pulled me in for a tight hug and whispered soft reassuring words in my ear. I took in deep breaths to calm myself, inadvertently taking in his scent. He had a strong, masculine, full bodied aroma. It felt strange to enjoy the rich, pungent smell of another man's sweat... But something about him soothed me.\n\nAfter we closed up the warehouse, I followed him to his truck. He opened the door for me, and I half expected him to try and help me climb up into it. Part of me wanted to roll my eyes at his saccarine politeness, but the tender, emotionally raw part of me would probably say yes if he literally offered a backrub.\n\nThe ride home was mostly quiet. Not uncomfortably so. We were just both out of it. \n\n\"Mind if I smoke?\" he asked.\n\n\"It's your car, just roll down the window please,\" I said with heavy eyelids.\n\nHe lit up a cigar, which explains why he never took smoke breaks (one does not simply smoke a cigar in 15 minutes). And, what that implacable, delightful scent was on him earlier. I also realized a Pavlovian effect, my dad would smoke cigars, that must be why his smell soothed me. \n\nAnd... Admittedly, something Freudian. Jack was, in so many ways, the epitome of gentlemanliness. He reminded me a lot of my dad, in a good way. Something about that excited me, in a not entirely unwelcome way. Which is to say, I mean, it was a *little* bit unwelcome.\n\n\"Hey, Jonah, buddy. Wakey wakey.\" A hand nudged on my cheek.\n\n\"Huh? Wha?\" \n\n\"We're at your place.\"\n\n\"Oh. Uh, thanks.\" I yawned and stretched.\n\nHe gave me a smirking look. It took me a moment to place his expression. Then, it hit me. Oh man, oh my gosh. He thought I looked cute? I tried to hide my expression and not think about what that meant.\n\n\"Oh, one more thing... I hate to be a bother, but since I left my car at work, could you pick me up tomorrow?\"\n\n\"Eh. I kinda live on the other side of town. Besides, we won't be working tomorrow anyway.\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"OSHA? Hello? You almost died.\" He laughed, then stopped himself, \"Sorry, I didn't-\"\n\nI joined him in laughter. Somehow it felt right, cracking a joke about it so soon. He gave a relieved sigh.\n\n\"If ya need to pick up groceries or something, I suppose I can give you a ride tomorrow. But probably best you just take a day, alright?\"\n\nI meekly nodded and stepped down out of the truck. I paused a moment.\n\n\"What?\" he asked, a mix of concern and impatience painted his tone.\n\n\"How about you save a trip, just sleep here tonight?\"\n\n\"Hmm. Well, ordinarily, I'd hate to take advantage of your kindness. But, I am mighty tired so... You got an extra bed?\"\n\n\"I've got a pullout.\"\n\n\"How's your pullout game?\" \n\nI was too flabbergasted to come up with a witty answer. He gave a triumphant chuckle and walked in my apartment with me. But not before extinguishing his cigar and tossing it. \n\n(Took some liberties with the prompt but hope you liked it, to be continued...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Return Boxxx (Teaser) [CC] [Constructive Criticism]
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"content": "Interesting story, my first real critique as a fellow aspiring erotica author is the last third of the story's formatting where Jen and GUY 1 have their' ~~heart to heart~~ vice grip to scared penis moment. Maybe put an enter between each of them so it's a little easier to read and more visually appealing *(It's a little wall of text-y in appearance)*.\n\nSecond is the jump cuts/scene changes, there's too many, making it a bit jarring for my theater of mind. From what I understand about stories the pacing is important, which also suffers from the jump cuts/scene changes. Imagine you're watching an action movie and the camera angle keeps changing, it'd be disorienting for your eyes to follow with coherency.\n\nThe third criticism is simply the overuse of Jen's name outside of dialogue, it would suit the story's flow better if you used *she* and *her* a bit more often; As a lot of your sentences start with Jen which is too repetitive. She may be the main character but overusing her name *can* detract a reader's interest in addition to their' investment in the story overall.\n\nNevertheless you've got a good story going already from what I have read *(For context I have reread your story from top to bottom three-an-a-half times to be thorough)* and I hope you continue! Hopefully my input and opinions have been helpful rather than hurtful! \n\nWarm regards u/SarahWolfeNovels ; Also your username reminds me of the Nancy Drew franchise so brownie points for that!!!\n\nEdit: I have made sure to upvote this, you deserve more attention and feedback! Personally I despise never getting feedback, it is almost like other users on this subreddit avoid the *[CC]* label as if it were the plague..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I don't see a lot of futa stuff here. Give me a futa prompt!
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"content": "- A young masseur is excited to work at a new location, unaware that it's consumer base is primarily milfy futanari. It's a surprise... but a welcome one.\n\n\n- A young male adventurer decides to farm xp against low level slimes, until they turn the tables on him and use their morphable bodies to farm him for his \"elixir\".\n\n\n- A bored prince decides the best way to kill his time is to have sex with his futa maids/a slime girl he recently received for his 18+th birthday.\n\n\n- A magic experiment gone wrong results in a busty yet clumsy witch sprouting a stern erection. Her loyal male assistant is the only one around who can help her out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Only girl on the camping trip
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"content": "May long weekend is always a big camping weekend. Far as long as I can remember - we always went camping on May long weekend. I was a tradition. \n\nThe thing about may long weekend is that it is hit and miss. Sometimes it is hot. Sometimes it is cold - like snowing cold. Sometimes all of that in the same weekend. \n\nOnce we hit high school it became all about all our friends going camping together. We would bring beers and tents and sit around around the camp fire. \n\nIt was a blast all the way through high school and we all assumed it would continue through university - but - people got jobs, people were away on internships, people couldn’t make it. \n\nThis year there were just four of us that made it out for our camping weekend - Jason, Dan, Suzy and me. Three guys and one girl. \n\nWe decided setup just one tent and all crash together - it would be warmer if nothing else. \n\nEverything seemed like normal. We ate junk food, drank, played cards - all of the usual stuff. I didn’t think it was going to be any different than any other year - until that night. \n\nNow I have always been a very light sleeper. The slightest noise will wake me up. The idea of sharing the tent with three other people meant that I wasn’t going to get to sleep much but I really didn’t want to be in a tent by myself either. So here I was. \n\nSuzy was bunked in on the far right, then Jason, then Dan and I was on the far left. All in individual sleeping bags. \n\nWe all headed to bed around one am. The fire had died down and it was cold enough to see your breath. We all turned in around the same time and shivered in our sleeping bags - waiting for the tent to warm up. \n\nI woke up to voices. \n\n“… but I am cold,” Suzy whispered. \n\n“Fine - but be quick or you will let the cold air in,” Jason whispered. \n\nI heard the shuffling of sleeping bags and squirming. \n\n“Oooooh, so much better,” Suzy whispered. “You are so warm.”\n\n“Your hands are freezing,” Jason hissed. “Don’t put them there - mmmmmm - ok. Yeah - You can put them there - oooh, yeah.”\n\nI could here the rhythmic moving of a sleeping bag. I think Suzy is jerking Jason off. \n\n“Oooh that is so good, you are such a naughty girl,” Jason moaned quietly. The rhythmic motion got faster. “I am going to cum! I don’t want to make a mess in the sleeping bag!”\n\nI heard the bag quickly unzip. Then the rustling of a sleeping bag. \n\n“Quite!” Suzy whispered. I could her shadowy outline as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Quite slurping and sucking noises. \n\n“Yes! I am cumming!” Jason whispered. \n\nThe sucking got noisier and sloppier and then - nothing. The sleeping bag was pulled back over. There was some quite rustling but nothing else. \n\nThe next day Jason was making eyes at Suzy all day and she ignored him. We went to the beach and played catch with a football and frisbee. The water was too cold to go in. \n\nSuzy wore a bikini that showed off curves I don’t remember her having. Fuller hips, tighter stomach, bigger tits… maybe I was just thinking of her like that now after last night. Maybe she filled in a bit while at university - who knows? \n\nToday followed much the same pattern as last night. Sat around the fire until we got cold and then went to bed. \n\nJason didn’t wait long after we went to bed to try and get into Suzy’s sleeping bag. \n\n“I am not sucking you off again before you do something for me,” Suzy whispered. “It is a two way street. Come lick my pussy first.”\n\nJason whined and conjoled her - begging for a blowjob. \n\n“Gawd, you guys are loud,” Dan complained. “Bring your pussy over here, Suzy. I will give you lick if that selfish bastard won’t.”\n\nI could hear Suzy shuffling around. I could feel her leg right beside me. Her silhouette was straddling Dan’s head. I could hear her cooing and murmuring as Dan licked her. The wet slick noises as Dan’s tongue tickled her pussy. \n\nJason turned on a light - illuminating Suzy’s tight naked body in stark shadows. She was playing with her perky tits as Dan licked her. The cool air giving her goosebumps. \n\n“What the hell, Dan?” Jason said angrily. \n\n“Don’t get angry at Dan,” Suzy said, “you got the first shot and were greedy. Refused to give - ooooh - me anything.” Her hand was in Dan’s hair. “There no reason we can’t all have some - uuuuuhn - fun.”\n\n“Are you going to be a good boy and lick some pussy, Jason?” Suzy taunted him. \n\n“Fine,” Jason said in a stink. \n\nSuzy shifted off of Dan and sat her pussy down on Jason’s face. She was on all fours. \n\n“Start licking - ooooh, yeah - you got some skills Jason,” Suzy cooed. She kissed Dan. Sucking on his lips. Wrestling with his tongue. “You gonna give me your cock? Come on Dan! Give me that big cock!”\n\nDan got to his knees and dropped his shorts. Suzy stroked his cock and pulled him towards her using his cock. She took him in her mouth - noisily sucking and slurping. Dan had his hands in her hair as his hips gently swayed back and forth. \n\n“Ooooh, god that is good,” Dan murmured as Suzy sloppily sucked his cock. Suzy was moaning but it was muffled by the cock in her mouth. \n\nSuzy pulled Dan’s cock out of her mouth, stroking it hard as she moaned - her head leaning on Dan’s thigh. \n\n“Yes! Yes - just like that! Oooooh, Jason, that is - ooooooh! Fuck! I am cumming!” I heard Suzy squeal. \n\nJason shimmied out from under Suzy’s pussy and pulled down his boxers. She moaned as he pushed himself into her. Dan put his dick in her mouth - their hips in sync - filling her from both ends. \n\nAll of them moaning - Suzy’s moans still muffled by Dan’s cock. \n\n“Ooooh, god! I am going to cum!” Dan moaned loudly. He held Suzy’s head still as he thrusted his cock in and out of her mouth. Saliva dripping from her mouth as she struggled to swallow. “Yes! Uuuughn! Fuuuuck!” He moaned as he let go of her head. \n\nSuzy took a couple of deep breaths and then went back to sucking Dan’s cock. He was squirming and moaning. \n\n“Too much! Too much! Stop!” He begged as she kept sucking. He sat back on his heels as Jason kept pounding her pussy from behind. \n\nJason didn’t last much longer. Moaning loudly as he pulled her hips savagely into his cock. Her wet pussy slapping on his cock. He went silent and did a full body shake before collapsing on to her back panting. \n\n“I can’t believe Steve slept through all of this,” Dan said. \n\n-----------------------\n\nhit the character limit\n\n-----------------------"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Lactation Prompts!
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"content": "I sit in the back when my new born son. The game is going on, a few of Jason (my husband) friends are visiting. I can feel my young babe bitting into my nipples and taking his greedy feeding as I look back and meet the various men' gazes. My nipples are getting harder to my babe's annoyance. My arousal as all these men are paying so much less attention to the game than my bare natural 34Es. \n\n\nI smile meeting Jason's boss eyes. His cock rigid making a large tent in his pants with a nice little hint of things to come. \"I just game game day, don't you?\" I say as he's obviously staring at my tits. I pull the other strap free showing him my other tit. There's no real need to do so except that the harder he looks the more turned on I am. Mommy needs her own feeding and god I sure hope Marcus is up to the task!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You go to your best friend's house for a swim. She's not there but you notice her mom sunbathing naked by the pool. Would you approach and say hi to her?
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"content": "I enter Staci's house at the usual time; Friday, 5pm. Staci is usually just leaving work right now, and she meets me here for swimming lessons. (I'm a certified lifeguard.) Staci is a slow learner in the water, but she's finally getting the hang of things. She can doggy paddle like it's nobody's business. Today, we're supposed to start training on the backstroke. \n\nToday is a little bit different, though. Instead of a completely empty swimming pool and backyard, I'm greeted by the sight of Staci's Mom lounging next to the pool. \n\nThis would even be normal; she does this sometimes...except, today, Staci's Mom is stark naked. Well, she's also face-down and twenty feet away, so I don't see anything right now that I haven't seen before. I'm no teenage virgin anymore. Staci and I are both mid-20s. \n\nI figure maybe Rachel fell asleep while sunbathing, so I call out. \"Hey Rachel! You alright out here?\"\n\nRachel lifts an arm, signaling that she's at least conscious. \"I'm fine, Bill! Just sunbathing! Keep setting up like you normally do!\"\n\nI shrug. Not the strangest thing. They're rich people, after all, and rich people do things us plebians would consider weird all the time. \n\nI set up my safety equipment, as usual, just in case I need any of it. Staci is proficient enough in the water now that I don't really think it's all needed, but, I'm never going to slack off in my duties. Too many people have drowned because of a negligent lifeguard, and I'm going to make damn sure it doesn't happen to me; I'll take no chances. \n\nAs I finish setting up, I hear Rachel turn over on her pool chair. I try to avoid looking, since I'm not here to play around; but, then I hear a sound like a squeaky toy, and my WTF instincts are activated. I turn, to see Rachel smirking broadly at me, proudly displaying everything she has going on. \n\nI just raise an eyebrow. \"You don't honestly expect me to risk...this...do you?\" I gesture around us. \"Staci is going to be here in a few minutes. What do you think she'd say if she walked into this situation? She'd either hate me or she'd start hating you.\"\n\nIt's then that I hear a familiar voice from behind me. \"Actually, I wouldn't. Especially since I asked Mom to do this.\"\n\nI wheel around. Staci is standing three feet this side of the doorway, also naked as the day she was born. I've been restraining myself up until now, but upon seeing this, and having this much of a shock to my system, my soldier decodes to snap to full attention. \n\nStaci sees this, of course, and giggles. I love that cute giggle. \"I've seen the way you look at Mom and I. Those sideways glances when we wear dresses; those full-on stares when you held me as you taught me to swim; I noticed everything. I've known for some time that you're attracted to both of us. I wanted to know how far you'd take things, if given the opportunity.\"\n\nStaci approaches me, reaching for the drawstring on my lifeguard trunks. \"And I'm glad you have such high respect for us. But, I think it's time you let down some of your guard. Pun fully intended. You want both of us, and both of us want to be devoured...by you. From the first time you saved me and gave me mouth-to-mouth, I've known you were good. Now, let us show you how good **we** are.\"\n\nI don't resist; everything Staci said was true. I really did want both of them. I used to want Staci's Mom more, but Staci as really bloomed in the last few years. So, as Staci finishes untying my strings and pulls down my trunks, I don't try to stop her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your best friend comes to you wearing her new bikini. I'd like to show you something she says. Yes I can see, you respond. No silly! I meant my new piercing she smiles while moving the bikini bottom aside.
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"content": "(I'll write 3 versions at first, one I think most people will like and 2 that I like wich is unusual and more fantasy directed)\n\n(first the one for y'all)\n\nI blushed as she had a piercing going horizontal in her clit and it was one that was on the more expensive side and larger than I expected. luckily we were at my house so she didn't expose herself to strangers. I got my swimsuit on and went with her to the beach and she was being playful with being at the beach and with her new piercing. on the way there she said she had followed the instructions of the piercer so it was safe.\n\nshe really liked things that way there from what I saw and there was a wave coming so I braced myself and my swimsuit. she only braced for it and her top so her bottoms fell off. I quickly grabbed it for her and we went closer to the shore. I teased her clit and she started to squirm. she also smiled and giggled while I was doing it and eventually she started to fold. when she was done I gave her her bottom piece back. \n\nwe had also fun at the shore with her bottom on. we started to get a little touchy with our hands and eventually kissed, we went back to my place for further activities.\n\n(now oen of the one more fantasy directed.)\n\nI looked at it stunned, it where 2 holes going inside of her vagina lips and I could see inside them, they started at just above her clit. \"are they connected?\" I asked, \"yes, and everything is working just fine with it in, I can store all sort of things in there.\" \"hmm, wow, did you plan on going to the beach?\" \"yeah, you want to join?\" \"sure, I'll grab my swimsuit first.\"\n\nwhen we were there she had put back the bottom so I just walked to the beach with her. there was a hose we could use and I gestured to her to come. when we were there she smiled and knew what I was thinking. I turned it on and I put it in one hole while she just pulled her bottom to the middle of the holes. it went into one and out of the other, when we were done playing with it we went onto the beach.\n\nwhen we were settled I secretly put a tiny crab on her, it went under a loose part of her swimsuit and into one of her holes. I didn't say anything and looked at the water. later we went into the water to have some fun. \"man it feels itchy inside, did I get something inside them?\" she asked when we were in. \"not that I know off, maybe some sand was blown in?\" \"man that would be so annoying.\" while wading in the water she recoiled from something in the water. we went out of the water to a point and at a place with some privacy.\n\n\"what's wrong?\" I asked. \"there feels like there is something like a fish in there, will you check?\" \"sure, I'll just have to pull your bottom down slightly.\" she let me and I noticed a tail in there. \"yep, there is something in there, I'll attempt to take it out.\" I stuck 2 fingers in and it moved forward and eventually went out and we both let out a sigh of relief. \n\nwhen we were out of the water I helped her blow water through it to clean it. I playfully lowered it into her vagina and she giggled before stopping me. \"let's do that at your house later.\"\n\n(2nd one of the more fantasy focused)\n\nI looked at the hole and in it and was blushing, it was just above her clit. \"wait is that like those ear stretcher things?\" \"yep and these lips are a pocket now. it can be stretched further by stretching the hole technically or I have to get something special.\" I admired it and eventually looked up. \"I might have a fun idea.\" I said \"what are planning? I would love to get some ideas for it too.\" \n\nI walked with her to the backyard, luckily I didn't have nosey neighbors for a quite some distance. I started the hose and looked down. \"I want to see how full it will get.\" I said, \"oh, well let me get more comfortable then.\" she stripped down fully, it was summer so it didn't really matter. I put it in after she was done and it started to stretch, further than I initially thought before she became uncomfortable with it.\n\nI took it out and most of it went out, I picked her swimsuit off the ground and put it in a pocket while she tried to get most of the rest out. when she was done she sighed. \"that was fun, do you have anything to weight it down?\" I thought about it and took her back inside. I had some spare balls about the size of billiard balls but heavier. she looked at them before shaking her head.\n\n\"these are slightly to large to fit in, look\" she said before putting one against it and it perfectly fitting in with some small farting noises wich she blushed about. I helped her get all of them in and they could roll around in there while also weighing her \"pocket\" down. we started to play a few video games to see how it felt to her and she thought for a moment. \"it is a little weird but I can handle it.\"\n\nI got my swimsuit on and walked over to her. I first looked at her \"pocket\" wich looked normal but a little lower and thicker but mostly normal. \"do you want to go to the beach with me?\" I asked her with everything ready. \"yes! let's goooo.\" she stood up fast and suddenly put her hands on her crotch, I saw her quiver a little and grinding her teeth in a smile. she went in the car and drove her to a local optional nude beach.\n\n\"oh wait where is my swimsuit? oh well\" she asked before shrugging. \"left it at my house, seriously, you didn't notice?\" I asked with a certain surprise. \"didn't really but was it really that bad?\" \"not really, let's go.\n\nwhen we were at a spot and had everything set up she wanted to desperately swim so I went with her. when we were in we just had fun playing around even though she was naked and boobs swinging. the balls dragged a little behind in the water, there were a few others, some naked others not. \n\na naked girl admired my friend's body from the beach and when we went back to the sand they had a talk about her piercing. and when it was done the girl left to enjoy the beach somewhere else. we went back to our spot and I helped her get the balls out of her and in a safe place and back to the water we went. \n\nI was looking away for a few seconds while she was sitting down in the shallow water while she was talking to me. suddenly a groan from her and not talking to me made me turn back and see that a octopus was halfway in her with their tentacles. I helped her get out of the water and to the car. when I had packed our stuff and got in the car we went to the nearest er. I had given her a oversized hoodie to wear. \n\nwhen the er visit was done we knew that we basically had to wait for it to leave on its own but for now she was stuck with it until it went out. she stayed with me and the octopus caused her some moments of joy but was a pain too. when it finally went out she was relieved and used to going around without underwear. \n\nshe later got a bigger one for it to stretch that also had a fun addition wich was basically a catheter that went up to it and there was a hole on the inside of it so that all of her pee went inside, she also got one that didn't have that for if she grew tired of the current one. \n\n(hope you liked it, feedback is welcome)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: M-my most embarrassing sexual memory... Ummm t-this one time when I was extremely horny... I slipped and fell onto my dad's bowling ball... and it, ummm went in...
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"content": "(well this definitely will be vague on age and will definitely keep anatomy less physically accurate for fun sake)\n\n\"I was definitely younger than I was now, what I was wearing though is a little foggy, I might have gone out of the bathroom to get a towel or was wearing a dress. I did slip on a wet spot and landed on the bowling ball in a awkward position and it with in. I didn't want my dad to know so I stood up and went back to my room walking slowly.\" I said before pausing to see their reaction to it.\n\n\"when I was back in my room I wanted to get it out but I had a hard time at first but it suddenly shifted upwards and I got a bad stomach ache so I laid down and saw my belly bulging. I took a deep breath and took my time to recover from it. when I did as much as I needed I sat up to see if I could push it out but it didn't work the first time.\" I paused to take a sip from my drink.\n\n\"I checked up on my parents and they wanted to go on a vacation somewhere and I told them I didn't feel well and that I want to stay home, they let me stay and to call if it gets worse and that they thought I was old enough to be there by myself. when they were gone I got a towel out and placed it on my bed, I started to pleasure myself and with it in wich felt actually amazing.\"\n\n\"I kept trying to get it out from time to time but I couldn't get it out for a while. it actually felt good having it in for so long and doing my daily tasks. I even wore my swimsuit to see if it still fit, it did although tightly. when I finally got it out I was relieved and cleaned it up before putting it back, my parents hadn't noticed it and were back after I returned it.\"\n\n(feel free to give feedback)"
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"content": "She always thought her friend looked peggable. It was a thought that crossed her mind every time she saw his tantalizing ass. She'd fantasized about forcing anal orgasms out of him as he came on himself, dreamed that he was a natural buttslut. So when he stayed over at her place because his place was getting fumigated, the sight of him sleeping on his stomach in just his boxers proved to be too much temptation. Hopefully he'd forgive her if she pounded his prostate enough. And maybe her dream could be a reality if she was really lucky."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She was one quarter Frost demon, one quarter succubus, one half elf, and extremely popular in the summer. Of course, to keep *herself* comfortable she needed to keep her mana reserves topped up...
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"content": "\"Hey! Wanna fuck?!\"\n\nYou panicked and tried to cover yourself as you opened your eyes and scanned the room for the source of the sudden question. You had been resting on top of your quilt, completely nude, in an attempt to alleviate the sweltering heat radiating from every surface. Texas in July was fucking hot, and as a college student you didn't have the spare cash for an AC unit. \n\nAs you were about to call out a \"Where are you?\", a light blue tail with a spade at the end of it flicked above the footboard at your feet, and instead you stuttered out a \"H-how did you get in here?\" as you confirmed the door was still locked across the room.\n\n\"Don't be nervous, cutie.\" A small cloud of condensation evaporated as a pair of blue horns nestled in purple dyed, blonde hair popped up over the makeshift horizon, before her bright blue eyes slipped into view. \"I can tell you're horny, I've been smelling it for the past hour, but I couldn't slip away from the snoozefest downstairs.\" She smiled, and although her lips were still out of view, it was obvious from the sudden upturn bringing her nose into vision and the way her eyes turned up at the corners. \"And to answer your question, I used the window.\" She pointed over her shoulder. \n\n\"Downstairs?\" You asked, suddenly reminded she was more than likely one of your girlfriends trivia/boardgame night guests.\n\n\"That's right! I'm the best friend Caroline never talks about!\" She giggled again, set her hands on the top edge of the footboard, and pulled her full face and shoulders into view. \"I'm Elsa.\" You realized the condensation was from her breath.\n\n\"You mean like-\"\n\n\"DONT YOU DARE SAY IT.\" \n\n\"Touchy Subject?\"\n\n\"My dad was an elf and thought it was fucking hilarious, now drop it.\"\n\n\"Sorry, Ice Queen.\" You smirked.\n\n\"You don't know how close you are... so... answer me.\"\n\n\"Answer what?\"\n\nShe continued looking up from the foot of the bed, before pushing her arms to full lock bringing her full honeydew tits into the picture, her sports bra packed with creamy pale cleavage. With each word, she shook her shoulders back and forth. \n\n\"Do. You. Want. To. Fuuuuuuucccccckkk?\" \n\n\"I mean, I know I'm naked and all,-\"\n\n\"-and extremely hard?\" She interrupted.\n\n\"And extremely hard. But honestly... No, it's too fucking hot out.\" You replied, letting the exhaustion from the temperature drop your head back to the pillow.\n\nWhen you opened your eyes, her face was inches from yours, grinning mischievously while her tail swirled her hair off to one side. \"You're not getting it. That's why Caroline asked me to pop up here.\"\n\n\"Wait? My girlfriend sent you?\"\n\n\"Yeppp. She's a little worried about you getting heat stroke up here all alone. Or at least she was when I told the girls you were dreaming about her.\" A sudden flash of your restless sleep passed through your head. \n\n\"You can see my dreams?\" \n\n\"Some of them. The sexy ones. But relax, I didn't tell her her juggs were twice the size in your fantasies.\"\n\nYou blushed. \"I love her-\" \n\n\"-just the way she is, yeah, yeah, blah, blah. She's got fuckin' G-cups as it is bucko, if she had the melons in your fantasies she'd need a crane just to get outta bed. But that's cool, I kinda feed on unrealistically kinky shit.\"\n\n\"I kinda figured you were a succubus.\" \n\n\"Hey! Half succubus! Useless fuckin' elvish father, remember!?\"\n\n\"Sorry.\"\n\n\"No worries,\" she pulled back and sat next to you. \"I'm just fuckin' with you. Pointy horns and pointy ears! It's kind of awesome!\"\n\n\"But that still doesn't explain the-\"\n\n\"-tail?\" She finished again. \"Yeah, so that's kinda the 'Point' your missing, if you'll pardon the pun.\"\n\nYou raised an eyebrow.\n\nShe blew a kiss across her hand at your face, but instead of the warm swirling air passing your eyes, you felt... refreshed? She giggled again.\n\n\"I told you you weren't far off with 'Ice Queen'. I've got a little Ice Demon in here too.\" She started to ramble, \"Well, not like a \"Little Ice Demon\" but like, \"a little ice demon.\" Look, what I'm trying to say is I'm \"fuckin' cool\" not that I've got a cool chilly guy inside of me.\" \n\n\"Hey, cool, I got it.\" You said reassuringly.\n\n\"Sorry, insecurities.\" She blushed.\n\nYou looked her over in profile as she shook her head to clear it, and couldn't help but get lost in her thighs where they met her far too short skirt. But then, who were you to judge, still lying there naked. \n\n\"So...\" she drew a cool hand across your midsection and over your chest, making your hairs stand on end and crinkling the skin around your nipples. \"...Now that you're getting the picture...\" her palm across your face felt like a cool cloth on your brow. You breathed out appreciatively as the relief off the cool crashed over you. \"...wanna fuck?\"\n\n\"Well, Carol-\"\n\nA sudden banging from the doorframe caused you both to turn in that direction. \"I TOLD HER TO TELL YOU I SENT HER TO FUCK YOU.\" Caroline's voice shouted muffled from behind the door. \n\n\"YEAH, GET TO PLOWING HER SLEEPYHEAD\" came someone elses muffled voice. \n\n\"They might be a little drunk.\" Elsa shook her head smirking. \n\n\"YEAH BUT I LOVE THAT SEXY FUCKER IN THERE, SO IF HE GETS HEAT STROKE I'M NEVER LETTING YOU BE THE CAT AGAIN.\" \n\n\"And Monopoly kind of derailed when I mentioned I could smell your erection.\" She whispered to you. \"GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS GUYS, I GOT THIS!\"\n\n\"FINE, WE NEED MORE WINE ANYWAY.\" The footsteps of the drunken cohorts receded down the stairs outside your room.\n\n\"Girls are weeiirrrrd\" you said as she playfully patted your chest. \n\n\"So you've got the green card, you gonna use it?\" \n\n\"I really just wanna cuddle, I'm fucking wrecked.\" You replied.\n\n\"Your cock says otherwise,\" she pointed to your still standing member. \"How about I do all the work?\" She positioned herself over your thighs and allowed her cool ass cheeks to settle out from beneath her skirt. \n\n\"Or we could cuddle, it's up to you!\" Just letting you know you have options. She said earnestly.\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Yeah, Yeah?!\" \n\n\"Yeah, yeah, ride me please.\"\n\n\"Oh fuck yesss, I AM a succubus after all and you smell soooo fucking good.\"\n\nThe next fifteen minutes were glorious. From her slick cool folds enveloping your pulsing shaft, to her cool drops of feminine exertion forming between her delicious breasts, as she dropped them out of her sports bra, then the sensation of them softly brushing and cooling your face. From the tickling of her curious tail drawing over all of the sensitive places her hands couldnt reach, to the refreshing ice mist that formed from the humidity in the air as cataclysmic orgasms collapsed the two of you together before she lay her soft form against your chest as a soft cool breeze swayed around the room while you recovered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Someone asks "Do you want to have sex"
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"content": "Alexis and I had been going to the bar at the Royal Beachfront for years and spoken maybe two dozen words to each other. She wasn't just too far out of my league for me to hit on, she was in a league entirely her own and always seemed to have her shit together. This didn't stop many of the other guys, though. It seemed like loading up on liquid courage, hitting on her, and getting shot down was a rite of passage.\n\nThat's why my first reaction when she caught me by the arm, looked me in the eyes, and asked \"Do you want to go upstairs and have sex?\" I thought she had to be kidding."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The bimbofication didn’t work, neither did the cowgirlification, nor the succubification, he still has a dick and no tits but his ass is huge, he’s thick as hell, and he’s magical as fuck.
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"content": "Vaerylla stroked her hand along Ravelan's ass, that now-superbly thick bubble butt a delicious temptation to her. Of course, being a futa, she had the sexual appetite to ravish her boyfriend in ways he wasn't ready for. \n\n Ravelan asked, sleepily \"Mmm, Vaer, you okay?\"\n\n Vaer said softly \"Just admiring your ass, Rav. Hey, lay on your belly, okay?\"\n His wordless obedience was immediate, and she grinned. Peeling off her sports bra and biker shorts, the delicious, thick cock she packed bobbed above that waiting, delectable ass as Vaer began massaging and caressing Rav's ass. He moaned softly, and asked \"You still think I'm sexy, even without a pussy?\"\n Vaer said throatily \"Fuck yes, Rav. You're hotter than ever. I want a good fuck from you, and then I want you to try letting me ride your tight, thick ass. Bargain?\"\n Rav considered, and said \"Okay. Just this one time.\"\n She laughed, and rolled him over. The look of lust in his eyes was clear, and he leaned forward to wrap his mouth around her. Sucking her in and working that tremendous cock up and down, caressing her balls with one hand while his other hand teased her labia and clit, dancing on her sensitive flesh as he wished for hus own, so that he could take the tasty cock in his mouth like a real woman. \n When Vaer moaned softly, her pussy soaking his hand as her balls drew up, just before she pumped about a quart of cum into his throat. He swallowed it eagerly, the taste absolutely addictive with the way it made hus whole body tense with ecstasy, and he moaned around her shaft in a plea for more. Vaer slowly pulled her cock out of his mouth, and said \"I get a ride, then you finally let me fill that yummy ass of yours, okay?\"\n Rav nodded, and laid back, letting her mount him, the incredibly powerful muscles of her vaginal canal wrapping around his (comparatively puny) cock like an oiled velvet vise of heated ecstasy. It never took him long, Vaer was an amazing lover, and her tight folds milked his cock with such skill that she drained his balls in a rapid-fire series of orgasms that left him panting. \n Vaer smiled down at him, and said \"Ready for all new pleasures, Rav? I promise you that I will be gentle. \"\n \"You better. My ass is still virgin!\"\n She laughed, slowly sliding her hand through the slick honey from her own sex to lubricate his tight little ass. Working it slowly until it relaxed, the sensation beginning to feel really good. He gasped as he felt her slide one finger into him, swirling it around and working him. He cried out in astonished pleasure as she found the little button of his prostate and pressed on it, giving him an intense orgasm without ejaculating. Panting, he whispered \"Oh goddesses, I didn't know that I could do that!\"\n Vaer said \"Just wait until you feel my cock, Rav. I promise you won't regret it. \" She slid a second finger into his ass, working and stretching the tight muscle as he relaxed, building the pleasure again. Working him up until he felt her press on the 'button' and felt his ass cum hard. He moaned, and blushed as he said \"You sure it will fit?\"\n Vaer rubbed her cock with the fluids from his ass, and slowly began pressing that thick cock into his ass. He moaned as he felt his ass stretching, and the almost audible 'pop'! of the glans getting past the tight muscle. Vaer whispered \"You are about to get your mind blown, my love.\" She kissed the nape of his neck, and then pressed in, his ass slowly taking every inch of her cock in a long, slow glide that had him twitching with pleasure and the intense, delicious full feeling that he was sure would be even better if he was equipped with a vagina made to take cocks. The slap of her balls hitting his perineum was enough to make him clench her, and he moaned \"Oh fuck, Vaer, more!!\"\n She huskily answered \"Of course, lover. I want your pleasure too.\" And grasped his hips, drawing back until only the head was in, and then thrusting hard, making him gasp and moan. But that wasn't the end, and he couldn't resist, cumming again as she began to work her cock in and out. Riding his ass in a way he had never imagined he'd enjoy, much less start hitting all those buttons to make him cum. Each stroke of that cock making his dreams pale as her tits mashed against his back, her balls, big and heavy with futa-cum, slapping hard against his prostate and making him clench as she hilted, his belly bulging with the shaft he was taking. And then she came....thick jets of hot cum that made him moan, but this time it was inside him. All the magic he had absorbed from the attempts to give him a vagina suddenly flared, and his voice spiraled upwards in ecstasy as he ejaculated hard, his already small cock dwindling until he heard a very distinctive 'pop' sound, and felt a slick wetness soak the tops of his thick thighs. Another girlish moan escaped him as his nipples stood, and Vaer reached around to grab them, their expanding pillowy softness sensitive and responsive as Vaer kneaded them, even as Vaer pulled her still hard cock out of his ass, and slammed it home in the tight, achingly empty pussy that his tiny cock had become. His, now her, shriek of joy was clear, as Vaer fulfilled Ravelan's dream of feeling Vaer's futa-cock absolutely destroying her with ecstasy. \"OH FUCK ME HARDER VAER!!\" Ravelan's plea being granted as the magic he had absorbed slowly fixed, making it permanent."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A powerful superheroine finds herself in an enemies to lovers situation with an ice-based member of her rogues gallery when it turns out she desperately wants to beat the heat...
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"content": "The Ice Witch slammed her fist into the table, flash-freezing and shattering the wood near-simultaneously. It would cost her a lot of money to replace, but she didn't care about that now. \n\"Damn Firefly!\" she yelled, \"Had it not been for her, I would've frozen this city years ago!\" \nShe picked up a chair, encasing it in a shell of ice in less than a second, and slammed it into the ground. Plastic and metal broke into smithereens, but it did nothing to quell the Ice Witch's wrath. She looked down at her fists, her snow-white skin and blue fingernails a constant reminder of the biological curse she had carried with her since the accident in the Yukon, so long ago. She didn't understand it: it wasn't her fault that the reactor went supercritical. In fact, the only reason she was out of the bunker in the first place was because she was trying to *stop* it from exploding. So why was she cursed like this, with a body that runs at temperatures so hypothermic that she drains the heat from anything around her? Why did she have to suffer alone in this icy metal cave, deep beneath the city, while everyone else got to live happy and fulfilling lives under the warmth of the sun? And why was it that every time she tried to escape this cruel fate did that damn Firefly have to ruin everything?! \n\"I just want to be normal again...\" she whimpered. \nOkay, maybe turning everyone in Seattle into a nuclear-frozen mutant like her was a rather strange idea of \"being normal again\". One might think it more reasonable to try and reverse the nuclear-freezing effect on herself. But she had tried that, several times, and it never worked. It seemed impossible. So she fell back on the idea that she knew was possible. It only made sense, didn't it?\n\nSuddenly, she heard a sizzling sound from up above. The Ice Witch looked up in horror to see a red-hot spot expanding across the ceiling of her lair. The softening metal finally gave way, and Firefly landed on her fist and knees in front of her. The Ice Witch smoothed out her indigo dress as she tried to regain her confidence. \n\"So,\" she said with cold detachment, \"you've discovered the location of my secret lab.\" \nFirefly stood up, her white and red leotard hugging tightly to her full-figured frame, leaving the smooth, bronze skin of all her limbs on display. Her red/blonde ombré hair fluttered in the breeze of the many fans that kept the air circulating. She opened her mouth, as if to deliver one of her corny one-liners. \n\"Fucking finally!\" Firefly said, \"Some good air conditioning.\" \n\"I'm sorry,\" the Ice Witch said, \"what?\" \n\"Do you know how long I've been looking for a place that's actually comfortably cool?\" \n\"It's... it's 100 below zero down here! You call that 'comfortably cool'?\" \nFirefly raised an eyebrow. \n\"Are you being serious?\" \n\"Um, yeah.\" \n\"Ice Witch, I am a living furnace. You've seen me melt *glass* during our fights. Do you know how hot you have to get to melt glass?\" \n\"About... 3000 Fahrenheit?\" \n\"And I can manage that without breaking a sweat.\" \n\"Is that supposed to intimidate me?\" \n\"No! Do you not understand what I'm saying? My body temperature reached 3000ºF, and I *didn't sweat.* You see the problem with that, right?\" \nThe Ice Witch took a moment to process, then a look of realization dawned on her. \n\"You didn't sweat,\" she said, \"you couldn't cool yourself.\" \n\"Exactly. I can survive at those temperatures, and I can even keep my external temperature at safe levels in everyday life. But even if the heat won't kill me, it is *killing me.*\" \n\"So, what's your point?\" the Ice Witch asked, trying to maintain her haughty demeanor. \n\"Look, Ice Witch. I know we don't get along—\" \n\"Understatement of the age.\" \n\"Yeah, but we're in the middle of a heatwave, and I don't think I can stand one more second on the surface. Do you mind if... I stay down here for a while?\" \nThe Ice Witch strutted over to where Firefly stood, her heels clacking against the frosty metal floor. \n\"And why should I let you do that?\" she asked. \n\"I... I promise I won't hurt you while I'm down here,\" Firefly said, bowing her head, \"I swear it on the ashes of my ancestors.\" \nThe Ice Witch was shocked. She knew very little about who Firefly was, but she knew that on her home planet of Phelgethon, that kind of oath is serious business. In their mythology, breaking such a vow would petrify them into coal. Or melt them into oil, depending on what version of the story you go by. \n\"A good start,\" the Ice Witch said, \"but I'm gonna need a little more than that.\" \n\"Like what?\" \n\"I want you to stop interfering with my plans.\" \n\"No, I can't let that happen to the people of this city.\" \n\"Why not? Why should I be the only one like this? If there were others like me, we could all be content. We could build our own civilization, live on the surface, maybe even coexist with warm-bloods.\" \n\"That's not your decision to make.\" \n\"Why shouldn't it be? I didn't decide to become what I am. Why do they get a say and I don't?\" \n\"Ice Witch... what happened to you was wrong. If I could've prevented it, I would have. But just because something wrong was done to you, doesn't give you the right to do wrong to someone else.\" \n\"Even if not doing it means remaining an outcast?\" \nA snowflake fell from the Ice Witch's eye, giving Firefly pause. She knew she had to say something, but wasn't entirely sure what. \n\"I... I think I can understand how you feel.\" \n\"You? Don't make me laugh, everybody loves you.\" \n\"Maybe, but there are some kinds of love I can never experience.\" \nThe Ice Witch looked at her foe with confusion. \n\"I don't understand.\" \n\"Living on Earth as a Phlegethonian... it's like living on a planet of wax. If I'm not careful, everything I touch melts, burns, or vaporizes. Normally, I can get by. But if I lose control for even a second... I could destroy everything and everyone around me.\" \n\"What does that have to do with anything?\" the Ice Witch snarled. \n\"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?\" Firefly groaned, \"Fine. I can't have sex.\" \nThat got the Ice Witch's attention. \n\"You... you can't?\" she asked. \n\"I told you, I can't lose control,\" Firefly reiterated, \"but when I get aroused, it's hard to stay focused. I can't even watch porn without frying my computer's circuits. I nearly burned down my parents' farmhouse when I first discovered masturbation. If I were to try having sex with someone... I would incinerate them.\" \nThe Ice Witch was petrified. Even in the years since the accident, she was still able to practice self-love, though cold nerve endings didn't respond quite as strongly. She couldn't imagine going her whole life without that release. \n\"This is a trick, isn't it?\" the Ice Witch said, \"You're just trying to get my guard down so you can destroy my lair.\" \n\"Trust me, I wish this were all just a ruse. But it's all true,\" Firefly said, \"I'm sweltering in the summer heat, and doomed to the driest dry-spell a woman can have.\" \nA wisp of steam curled up from the corner of Firefly's eye. Deep in the pit of her stomach, the Ice Witch felt something she hadn't felt since the accident. Something she was sure she could never feel again. Compassion. \n\"Don't worry,\" she said, \"you can stay as long as you want.\" \n\"Really?\" \n\"Yeah. I'm realizing now that we're not so different. And maybe... we can give each other what we need.\" \nThe Ice Witch cupped Firefly's face in her hand, and she felt the soothing chill of her icy flesh. Firefly did the same, and the warmth of her hand flowed into her cheek. The two pulled each other into a kiss. Sensation returned to the Ice Witch's lips, and she remembered how great it felt to kiss warm lips. She put her arm around Firefly's waist, causing her to shiver. The two broke their kiss, and gazed into each other's eyes. \n\"I think I like this,\" Firefly said. \n\"I like it, too,\" the Ice Witch said. \n\"Do you have a bedroom down here?\" \n\"Yes, but it isn't much.\" \n\"Take me there.\"\n\n---\nThat's gonna have to be it for now. Characters are running low, and I've got other shit to do. Stay tuned for more (hopefully)!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a harem of superheroes. Including one speedster, one flyer, and one psychic.
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"content": "“Let him down! Some of us want a turn too, Hannah,” I heard Selena whine from the bed below. Her hand practically vibrated between her legs.\n\n“He can come down when I come with him,” Hannah moaned as her legs tightened around my hips and the room revolved around us. I wasn’t going to argue. Fucking whilst floating takes a bit of getting used to, especially when you’re the one that doesn’t fly, but once you do? You’ll wish to never touch the ground again. \n\nPrisha, of course, wouldn’t need you to. She didn’t even need to look at you. She sat cross-legged, stoic as ever, even if she was as nude as the rest of us. I doubt anyone has ever even held her hand, but she’s been intimate with all of us. All she had to do was exhale, and Hannah immediately clenched, arched and howled. Her body shook as we crashed onto the bed. “She looks satisfied,” Prisha said coyly, “but he's still eager to please. Selena, as you were saying.”\n\nThere was no need for instruction, I simply lay back. The blur that was once Selena was already on top of me before I even blinked. Within a second, my dick was already wet from a mouth I never saw. Time worked differently for Selena; what was imperceptible to me was an eternity for her. I was inside her before I even felt it, who knows for how long, and the room shook as an invisible woman rode me. I came, she came and even Prisha joined in the fun. It was perfectly timed as always, just before the bedframe collapsed.\n\n“I love when I get to do that,” Selena panted, “without needing an ambulance.”\n\nSuch are the perks of being the invulnerable man."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Aerobics outfits prompts
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"content": "She was a bit of a tomboy and normally wore baggy clothes. When she finally got a gig as an actress / model though, her friends finally saw her in a skin tight workout outfit they were floored by not only how sexy her body was generally, but also by the huge tits she had been hiding. She was a bit embarrassed at first, but soon found it fun to tease them, even starting to get turned on herself by the attention..."
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"content": "<Part 3>\r \nLater, they lay in bed and rested, both of them sated and drunk and happy. From outside they could hear laughter and merriment and music and Renji raised her head, her hair mussed and her eyes half closed. “Sounds like they’re really having a bash out there.” She said.\r \n“It’s the feast of Luännor, the local goddess of fertility. The locals call it their planting festival.” Jozan said, half dozing as he held her against his chest, one hand filled with her breast and the other arm curled up and under his head. \r \n“Planting? But I thought it was harvest time?” She said sleepily.\r \n“Mmmhmm.” He confirmed. “And for the next week they’ll rest and celebrate and feast and rejoice for the harvest and at the end of the week they’ll plant the winter wheat for next year. But during this week they’ll plant the seeds of next years children.”\r \n“Ahhh… a sex goddess… got to love those sex goddesses.” She mumbled with a smile.\r \n“Well, all marriages and relationships are forgotten for this week.” He explained, nuzzled into her hair and his hand kneading her breast, his erection pressing against her back as he woke more fully and she knew that they weren’t going to get much sleep tonight. “All of the men pass around little sacks of seed wheat to the women they wish to take to their bed during that week and the women plant them when the festival is done. By the spring, when the wheat starts to sprout and grow, the women will all be showing and come the harvest next year they will lay their babies in bassinets woven from the wheat stalks.”\r \n“Mmmm…” she nodded, only half listening as he kissed her shoulder and neck, his hand slipping from her breast and down, toward her sex. She brought one leg up, bending her knee and groaning in pleasure as his fingers slid across her slick, sticky skin, through the damp hair and the little slit there, she was sore but willing. But then his words hit her like a hammer and she sobered instantly, sitting up as her blood ran cold.\r \n“These sacks of seeds…” She said as he shifted behind her.\r \n“Uh huh?” He asked, reaching for her. \r \n“They’re like, a symbol of your sack of seed, right?” She asked.\r \n“Yeah, I think so. I don’t really remember too much more. Why? Did you accept one from some farmer while you were out?” He was clearly amused at the idea and she felt her heart racing in her chest.\r \n“Oh no… no no no nononono…” She stood up and cast about for her clothes, but in the dark it was hard to see them, which was sort of the point but a cold comfort now.\r \n“Ren, how many sacks did you accept?” He asked, sitting up and looking at her with a smile, ready to make a joke.\r \n“None.” She said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over her head. “But Airra had at least ten of them the last time I saw her.” His smile faded and a moment later the humour drained from his face, followed by the blood as he realized what she had just said. Airra, their little healer and his little sister, Airra who was too polite to say no, too timid to ask too many questions, too naíve to really understand what was happening, had been accepting gifts meant to show a desire to have sex, gifts that said the giver wanted to get the receiver pregnant. \r \n“Oh fuck.” Jozan said quietly. Then a moment later he was moving, reaching for his sword, which Renji deftly took from him, replacing it with his trousers. He struggled into them and they ran out the door and down the hall, she wearing nothing more than his shirt, her bare legs showing from underneath and he in just his trousers, his bare chest gleaming with sweat and scratches all down his back and arms.\r \nThey ran through the village looking for Airra. Every home was opened to the night, doors and windows thrown open and sounds of merriment and revelry carrying well into the night. And everywhere they looked they saw couples and groups, mostly naked, engaged in all manner of sexual acts. Indeed, the two of them were the most dressed people in the village that night. They found Cago laying insensate amid a group of young women, all of them naked and sleeping, his head pillowed on one girl’s lap and his hands filled with the breasts of two others. It was clear that they had all been enjoying the festival. They passed the inn where a naked woman with flaming red hair was dancing on a table while at least two dozen people clapped and sang and played instruments. When the dancer saw the pair of them she staggered to a stop, her face filled with good humor, her pale skin bare and her beautiful face flushed with excitement.\r \n“Why, if it isn’t Jozan… and this must be Renji!” the woman, an elf, said with a smile as two men helped her down from the table, staring at her with such open, powerful lust that it alone might make her pregnant.\r \n“Liarra… have you seen Airra?” Jozan asked, his face filled with worry.\r \n“Your sister? No, not since we left your room.” She said and at Renji’s look Jozan introduced the elven women. \r \n“Renji this is Liarra, the sorceress that helped Airra figure out what was going on with me.” He said and Renji nodded, feeling small and clumsy and plain before the beautiful elven woman. \r \n“Oh… well you are a lovely one!” Liarra said, reaching out to cup Renji’s chin with her hand and lift her face. “I can see why he imprinted on you. You’re enough to make one want to be infected just so they can enjoy you all the more.”\r \n“Liarra, Airra didn’t know about the festival.” He said and the sorceress shrugged.\r \n“I imagine she is learning now.” She said without looking away from Renji, a gesture of her hand making the shirt slip from the other woman’s shoulders and slide down to pool around her feet. Renji didn’t even seem to notice that she was naked, so entranced was she by the elven woman.\r \n“Renji said that she was accepting the wheat.” Jozan stressed, grabbing Renji and pulling her away, forcing the sorceress to focus on him for a moment, a look of mild annoyance flitting across her features. “And she had at least ten sacks.”\r \n“Oh dear…” Liarra said after a moment, her annoyance turning to concern. With a sigh she did something with her hands and an orb of light appeared. “Come, she’s this way.” She said as she turned and Jozan drew Renji after the sorceress, following the little orb through the streets, past the coupling merrymakers and stalls selling food and drink, past folk who were singing and fucking, often at the same time. They passed through the tunnel that led under the wall and followed a row of torches set alongside the road until they saw a crowd gathered near a bonfire in one of the freshly harvested fields. There was no music out here, just the sounds of the people talking and laughing and from somewhere in the midst of the crowd they could hear moaning and the rhythmic slapping of bodies coming together. There were at least a hundred people there, standing in a ring and watching what was happening in the middle. Renji ducked among them, able to move more quickly than the others, and when she got to the center her heart lurched. They had found Airra.\r \nThe little healer was completely naked, her young body slicked with sweat. She knelt across the hips of one man who was laying on his back in the grass. His cock filled her pussy while a second man knelt behind her, his hands on her hips and his cock pressed into her rear. A third man stood in front of her and she was suckling his shaft with eager hunger. A crown of woven wheat was on her head and it was clear from the other men laying asleep in the grass that she had been there for a while now. She was shameless as she mated with her three partners, the one in her rear stepping away only to be replaced immediately by another. The man under her lay still, his hands and mouth filled with her breasts and all of those watching cheered when one of her partners finished with her. A moment later Jozan forced his way to the center and froze, staring in shock as he realized what he was seeing. Liarra joined them a moment later and froze as well, but a little giggle escaped her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW! SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW! SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW–oh! Um, Scotty, you're here?"
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"content": "#Oh You're Early:\n\n*[Wouldst Thou Please Provideth Feedback?]*\n\nAmma stood there, her cellphone set to speaker as Scotty awkwardly stood in the doorway of their' apartment, keys still in his hands. Her hair was wrapped in a towel while the one covering her body fell to the floor - exposing her freshly showered nudeness. They stood there ten feet apart, eyes locked as Amma's BFF Sarah could be heard from the phone's speakers going, *\"Uhhh hello? Amma? Aaaaamma? Oh God he's right there isn't he.... I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A BAD IDE-\"* Her words were cut short as Amma managed to tap the ***End Call*** button. Scotty finally closed and locked the apartment door behind him, shielding his eyes with his free hand as he quietly said, *\"I ah, I didn't... Sorry, I- Wait... What did you mean by 'Scotty doesn't know?'\"* Amma bit her lip as she cringed; But eventually let out an embarrassed sigh. Picking up the towel she tossed it over her shoulder while walking up to Scotty. Surprised by this he began to speak but Amma grasped his shielding hand - pulling it away then gracefully tugging it with a *'follow me'* nod.\n\nAnxiety simmering Scotty walked with her, looking not at Amma's bakery of an ass but at his roommate of five year's hand holding onto his. Internally a hundred different thoughts n' worries swirled around. *'Is she about to come onto me? Why now? Why not before now? Is this a prank? What if-'* Scotty was brought back to reality as Amma tugged his hand with a warm, *\"Sit with me, I can explain.\"* Hearing this he had a confused expression; Yet he was panicking on the inside, especially as a stress boner initially sprang forth as a chub. Scotty ignored it in the hopes it would go away, however Amma's eyes flicked down ever so briefly at it without him noticing. Squeezing his hand she began straightforwardly: *\"I... Okay so to be blunt and honest Scotty I know this is awkward and out of the blue but I've been hitting on you since we've been roommates, albeit not as directly as I am now. I didn't think you'd get back from work before nightfall... I wanted to surprise you by laying stark naked on your bed. If you're not interested I understand but hey I'm shooting my shot upfront me-style...\"*\n\nAmma's explanation hit him with metaphysical bricks of sudden realization. *'How was I so blind?! I should've picked up on her walking around in her skivvies all the time, and all the back-rubs!!! Gah I'm a fucking smooth-brained brick!'* From her perspective Scotty was just staring, mouth half open at her for over a minute until she squeezed his hand once again. He jolted in response - internal self-bashing ending as Scotty looked deep into her mismatched irises: One amber and the other a forest green. Running his free hand through his short lawyer-esque hair Scotty apologetically uttered, *\"Sorry I'm kinda reeling from realizing all of your hints I've missed over these years. I- I- Agh, okay... Amma I ahh.... Welllll I've had a crush on you for just as long. Honestly I'm surprised you're not a model or som- MMFFH\"* She interrupted Scotty by pulling his face into a long overdue kiss. Eyes bulging wide he pulled his lips free with a hard exhale squeaking out, *\"Wait- Amma I'm... I've never.. Had.. Sex. Figured I should warn you.\"* \n\nHis well endowed and rosy tanned roommate smiled broadly with a glint in her eyes huskily exclaiming, *\"All the better then!\"* Before Amma could kiss him again he lurched forward kissing her as he hugged her. Both rose together onto their' knees on the spacious couch in a heart-warming embrace, eyes closed as they continued making out while groping each other everywhere they could reach. With gusto they worked to undo his belt buckle and pants; For once it was so she pushed him onto his back while removing the towel on her head, eliciting a voice cracked *'Oh'* of surprise from Scotty. Rubbing the back of his head he stopped, pulling his knees into each other as Amma pressed her tits into his own flat chest. She rested her head against it, listening to his rapid heartbeat as she opened her eyes with a pearly smile. Scotty's face was turning redder by the second, stammering as his crush sensually slid herself down to his groin without breaking eye contact. \n\nNaturally he braced his arms against the couch cushion with a loud shudder of virgin awe as Amma pulled his cock n' balls out. She paused as she grasped them each, pleasantly stunned by his exceptionally large dong and amply proportional nuts. Knowing Scott wouldn't last long Amma fondled his sack in tandem with kissing the head of his shaft; Which he reacted to by slightly pushing his waist up with staggered breaths. This evolved into bucking up as Amma began sucking his dick with experienced pacing. As expected he started unintentionally face-fucking her due to how amazing her tongue and mouth felt. Fortunately for Scotty Amma absolutely got off on this being the hypersexual person she is. Then she deepthroated his cock, causing him to groan effeminately as he blew his load; Of which she swallowed the entirety of. With a wet pop his cock was released from her mouth, yet Amma was surprised to see it just as rigid as before!\n\nLaying her head on his upper n' inner thigh she sighed happily, looking back and forth between his beet red face and his girth. Grinning devilishly Amma teased, *\"Wanna go another round?\"* Wordlessly Scotty nodded, too orgasmic to speak. With a chuckle Amma started again, licking his length before enveloping it. Digging his fingers into the cushion Scott moaned softly then harshly as she relentlessly bobbed, leading to another bountiful orgasm, which she wasn't able to completely swallow this time. Coughing and sputtering Amma reached for some Kleenex to blow the cum out of her nose, freezing in shock at the sight of his still hardened cock. Incredulously she asked, *\"How're you still hard?\"* Once more running his fingers through his hair Scotty sheepishly replied, *\"O-oh yeah, I.... Have a condition, it's not a short explanation either but we've got time....\"*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] "My Loneliness ended when I met..."
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"content": "#My Loneliness ended when I met:\n\n•*A short man tending to his garden during my morning run. We talked briefly, and he sports some down to earth wisdom; But I can't get his ass out of my mind....*\n\n•A nomad up in the mountains. I was lost and freezing to death when she found me in that blizzard. Wordlessly this stranger carried me over her back to her cabin. I... I owe her my life, and I- oh my God she just put her hand on my thigh!\n\n•*A nervous femboy in these woods. Turns out he was a dragon, who'd've thought?*\n\n•Your mother. We ah... We got stuck in an elevator for several hours but didn't stay strangers for long.....\n\n•*A mechanic named Ross. Didn't know he had pussy but it was... Amazing really!!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Noncon Prompts. Most creative ones you can think of ideally
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"content": "Asking A.I home to train her to get fit, but only saying \"A.I I want you to train me,\" and the A.I, thinking she is asking to be trained as a sex slave deletes her admin access and begins her training. \n\n\nWomen looses her job and can't pay rent, ends up homeless, friend lets her live with them, unbeknownst to her the friend made fake complaints to get her fired and knew she'd loose her apartment if she lost her job. Now she's living with them, they use the fact she's living there free, and a mixture of positive and negative reinforcement, gaslighting and maslow's hierarchy of needs to convince her that they are the only one who cares about her enough to look after her and be there for her and they train her as a sex slave which she accepts due to the psychological training making her think its normall. \n\n\nWomen's boyfriend installed a subliminal app on her phone, starting with wearing heels, then shorter skirts, giving blowjobs and eventually making her into a hypnotised sexslave. \n\n\n\n\nFemale detective goes undercover as a maid in a billionaire's mansion. The billionaire knows who she is and uses the fact that she has to maintain her cover to use and humiliate her as he pleases. Could then keep her for pleasure as is, but as a prisoner, or train her for her new role in life. \n\n\nMan dies and mind is put into an android, only droid available was a sex slave droid, they put him in there short term until a suitable body is found. Due to an error with his uoload to the slave droid, he can't be downloaded and is now stuck in the slave droid body. The slave droid is like a normal android at first, but a friend or family member accidentally activates the master/slave program built into the droid.\nIt works on a levelling system, training, following orders, being punished and so on, produces xp, when xp gets enough and the program levels up more restrictions and control becomes available for the master. It's designed for doms to have a bratty, defiant droid slave thats master get to break in for fun."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me femboy hooters prompts with mythical or slasher parts, no non-con please
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"content": "It’s your first day at femboy hooters. You’re a bit shy and thought this would be a great way to break out of your shell. \n\nOn your first shift, your trainer doesn’t show. He’s not answering his phone but this is restaurant work, it happens. \n\nYou do your best as your coworkers try to help you through your day. The other waiters are friendly enough but one of the hosts seems to have it out for you. He gives you nothing but the rowdiest tables. \n\nHalfway through your shift, you are sent to get ice for the drink station. You open the freezer to find your trainers head in the ice bucket. You cry out and everyone rushes to see what happened. Above the freezer you see a message written in blood, “Happy first day. Don’t let it be your last.”\n\n\nThat should be enough to go on right?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] She took a job at a mysterious maternity store. The free lingerie was nice. She didn't expect it to make her baby crazy, but for some reason she couldn't get thoughts of breeding and pregnancy off her mind...
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"content": "This was a really sweet story, and you took things in a really creative direction too. Going with a trans girl gave the story a really wholesome sort of feel, and the overall quality of the writing was extremely lucid and intimate. Everything is nicely described, and the characters shine through well. We get a real feeling for her trepidation throughout The story as well as her rising arousal and baby fever. This was a good read and a well told take on the prompt. Thanks for writing!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Umm... I thought this was my hotel room? Who are you and why are you naked in my room?"
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"content": "“I think you’ll find it’s our room, dummy, and the real question is: why aren’t you naked?”\n\nShe already had questions. Too many to ask. Finding a large, shamelessly nude man reclined on your bed tends to do that. But only a few responses could leave you struggling to ask one of them. “What? What do- who do- can’t you just put on some pants already?” she sputtered from the doorway, hands over eyes. \n\n“Couldn’t if I wanted to, sweetie. I turned mine in with the rest of my clothes, first thing,” the man said, with a hint of pride, “did you miss the storeroom on the way up?” A gap between her fingers cracked open to verify his claims, and she saw him in his element. Phone in hand, a glass of beer and ice-water by his side, a few chocolate wrappers on the nightstand, but not even a sock in sight. Her fingers snapped shut, and a question clicked together.\n\n “Wait, this is a nudist resort?”\n\n“You mean naturist? Nah, it’s adults-only and lax rules. No need to worry,” he said this as if it were supposed to reassure her. It did not. \n\n“No, this can’t be right. I was looking for the Edom Resort, not a… love hotel.” She looked up above her hand as she spoke, regarding the room. Anything to avoid staring ahead. The deep shades of black and red that coated the hotel sprawled across the ceiling and walls, and abstract patterns danced along them. Gardenlike. Blooming flowers and bulging vegetables. Yonic and phallic. Her eyes darted down.\n\n“Well, you’re in luck,” and as he spoke, he tucked his hands behind his head and crossed his legs, relaxed. His package flopped to one side. Her eyes bounced with it. It made her blinked. “Welcome to Edom, the Garden of Sodom. And it’s no love hotel, everything inside is free. This is a nice, clean hedonists’ paradise.” And it all became clear to her.\n\n“Oh no…” she whispered, redness rushing across her face, “oh no, I won a room in a fucking sex resort?”\n\n“Wait, you didn’t know what this was?” And it became clear to him as well. Mustering all his modesty, he draped the bedding over his crotch, to her relief.\n\n“I just saw a raffle for a free, all-expenses paid vacation by the sea. I didn’t think anything of it!”\n\n“You didn’t think of reading their website, or the reviews, or the terms of the contract…”\n\n“I don’t read those kinds of things; it was a gift horse. How was I supposed to know?”\n\n“… or when they asked for your orientation, or your sexual health-“\n\n“Ok, I might have been slightly tipsy when I applied. I thought it was just, I don’t know, customer data or something. Look, this isn’t what I signed up for. It’ll be a week before my flight home arrives,” and suddenly her eyes widened, “wait, this isn’t some creepy cult shit where they lock us in, right?”\n\n“You need to lay off the 70s thrillers. There’s plenty more ‘vanilla’ places in the area you can stay at if you need somewhere to crash on a budget. Reception can help sort you out. And I can have your bed to boot.” She hadn’t even glanced at the other double bed, across the room. Together they’d fit a small platoon. It’s only then she realised that perhaps that was the point. “Need any help with your luggage?” He snapped back into her focus, as her lumbered of the bed, doing his best to cover himself with one hand. But as he moved, fat and muscle glided across his hairy body, and the contents of his hand swayed. His shadow, his scent, loomed over her. Worst of all, an innocent smile spread across his bearded face. She gulped down her racing heart.\n\n“Oh no, I’m good, thanks, I mean no thanks, though, I- goodbye.” She grabbed both cases and heaved them down the hall.\n\nA faint “bye” sounded after her, and a “sorry about your holiday.” She made her way down the stairwell. More plants on the walls, and the banister itself was some sort of veiny vine. This place was insane, she thought. Something out of a dream. A fever dream. She’d never come here again. She’d never see anywhere like it again. Her vacation was ruined. She’d spend it in some cheap vacancy with no ensuite, eating microwaved noodles. The thought of it was miserable, but what else could she do?\n\n***\n\nThe man lurched up as the door burst open again, and two suitcases were tossed in by a woman tired of carrying them. “You’re back?”\n\n“I’ll stay for one night.”\n\n“Is everywhere booked tonight, or…” he smirked “is this place growing on you?”\n\n“*One* night, while I weigh my options. And if that works… maybe I’ll hide in the bathroom and enjoy the room service until my flight arrives. Speaking of.” And without another word, she darted into the ensuite, one case behind her, and locked herself in.\n\nThe bathroom. The purest privacy. A sanctuary of solitude. That’s how it always was. So it was only halfway through undressing for a long, long shower that she noticed the giant wall of glass that opened up into the resort’s inner courtyard. The resort wrapped around it like a square, and the lights of other rooms could be seen across the dark of the evening. Other bathrooms. Other showers. Some in use. She’d shower tomorrow, she concluded, in the early morning when everyone would, should, be asleep.\n\nTrue privacy could only be found in the toilet, which had its own little cubicle. It seemed even a hedonist’s paradise had limits. She shuffled inside, and off came the sandals, the summer coat, the thin cotton dress, and even the light underwear. Sweat gleamed on her hot skin, which she pressed against the cold bathroom tiles. Some places felt wetter than others.\n\nPerhaps she could live in there, eat in there and only see the man to swap over from time-to-time. No. She couldn’t hide in a toilet for a week. But she could never share a room with some naked stranger. How silly. How wrong. How naughty. She reached down and felt just how wet she was, she could no longer ignore it. Something was wrong but felt so right, and so she took her seat and got to work. She just needed to get it out of her system. Moans escaped her lips as she rubbed.\n\n***\n\nThe woman emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in plain pyjamas and a blank expression. “Have a nice shower?” The man asked, rising for his turn but with his hand still fixed below. “Your hair dries fast.”\n\n“Oh, it was fine,” she muttered. There had been a shower, alright, but she kept that to herself. “I’m going to bed now.” The man simply nodded, and they awkwardly shuffled past one another. The woman dove under the covers of her own bed but looked back to the man in the bathroom doorway. “You know, I have seen a dick before,”\n\n“Hm?”\n\n“I mean you don’t need to cover-up all the time to protect my innocent eyes. Besides, you’re the one actually following the rules. It wouldn’t be very fair to ruin your holiday.” She saw the man smile but rolled over before she saw it hang loose again.\n\nThe man turned towards the bathroom and gave one look back. “The name’s Jake, by the way.”\n\nJake. She thought it over.\n\n“… You can call me Dina.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Older woman, younger man
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"content": "(Fantasy)\n\n- A young, inexperienced mercenary lands his first job as a guard for a humble store front. As the days pass, he grows rather close with the gorgeous and appreciative proprietor.\n\n- She was as clumsy a witch as she was a beautiful one, but her loyal assistant was always there to lift her up after a failed experiment. Only this time, the experiment flooded her lab in a mist of potent aphrodisiacs.\n\n- The demon queen offered the legendary hero a bargain. She would call of her invasion of the human realm if he became her husband.\n\n(Modern)\n\n- His neighbor was the sweetest lady he had ever met. So much so that she was the first person he confided in after a harsh breakup. What he didn't expect was that instead of advice, she offered him a more... intimate form of consolement.\n\n- A young masseur grew rather popular at his new massage job. Several of his female customers were paying extra for... \"additional services.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] waiter/waitress x customer prompts
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"content": "> After getting stood up by his date, he strikes up a conversation with the waitress that would have served them. Taking pity on him, she buys him drinks in her tab, then an entree, then goes back to his place to make up for the sex he missed out on. \n\n> Fresh out of highschool and desperate for a job, a sporty tomboy takes a job waiting tables at a strip club. Of course, she's not actually going up on stage, just carrying drinks in some fishnets. Of course, when she sees what the other waitresses are making in tips, she starts wondering just how far she can go without *technically* being a prostitute. \n\n> Every night, like clockwork, the bartender saw all the hot girls filter out over the course of the night, leaving him alone. But after putting in his two weeks, he doesn't care if it's against company policy anymore; He's banging all the babes he can in the bathroom!\n\n> Taking a job at a ritzy country club, he knew the tips would be enormous. What he hadn't expected was how much money he'd earn making housecalls to lonely housewives in the ritzy part of town!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A spouse discovers that their significant other has been hiding a very unexpected fetish.
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"content": "It only took 3 weeks. It had only been 3 weeks since Clarissa's wife came home from work early one day and walked in on her. Clarissa had her headphones on, and she had her hand down her panties, the other one groping her small breasts, as she intently and blissfully masturbated to the pregnant woman caressing herself on screen. In another window there was a busty cheerleader taking a creampie from a stud, cross fading to her swollen belly stretching out her cheer uniform...\n\nLexi had walked in on her wife getting off to some decidedly unexpected porn. And she watched her as she stroked herself to the images on screen, bringing herself to a shuddering climax. She was shocked by what she saw, but she was also turned on... She was even more turned on when Clarissa suddenly noticed her and immediately turned red with embarrassment. Clarissa's blushes were always delicious!\n\nIt had only taken 3 weeks for Lexi to tease and coax The hidden secrets of her wife's hidden kinks out of her. She loved the way that Clarissa always blushed and mumbled when she described the really hot parts of the idea of a girl being pinned down by a stud and bred, of the sheer arousal she got out of seeing pregnant women or about how much she fantasized about her own belly swelling.\n\nEven as femmy as her red-headed bombshell of a wife was, she knew that Lexi was 100% pure lesbian. Clarissa thought that she had to downplay her own bisexuality. She loved her wife, after all, so she figured that her dreams would have to stay dreams. She hadn't counted on the idea that her wife's dominant streak would extend to her getting a kick out of the idea of pimping out her blushing and demure little wife...\n\nIt had only taken 3 weeks. 3 weeks and countless roleplay sessions, porn dives, sessions of strap-on and dirty talk sex to build up to this moment. It had only taken 3 weeks to go from getting caught by her wife to being pinned down on the bed by their mutual friend Jackson, one of Lexi's coworkers, as thrust his thick, hard cock, hand selected by Lexi, much at her own feigned sufferance, into her tight, wet pussy.\n\nJackson held her wrists together in one hand, pinning them over her head, as he plowed into her. All the while, Lexi was there, cooing into her ear and kissing her cheek and neck, stroking her breasts and her tummy and telling her what a good girl she was, and how sexy she was going to look with a nice, round, pregnant belly.\n\nAs Clarissa writhed under Jackson's deep fucking and Lexi's strategic, teasing, taunting caresses, her promises of how much she was going to love watching her little wife's belly swell, she couldn't believe that it had only taken until the very next time she was ovulating for her to be pinned to her bed being bred by a man her wife had invited just for the purpose.\n\nShe could feel his dick stretching her and pushing deep inside her. She could also feel the affection and mischievously that her wife was feeling at making her fantasy come true. Clarissa I could even swear that Lexi was really, really getting off on this.\n\nLexi took only the briefest break from petting her wife to fix Jackson with an intense gaze as she gave him a wink and said, \"Go on. Cum in her. Pump her nice and full! She needs a nice big belly!\"\n\nHe couldn't help but obey, and he thrust himself all the way up to the mouth of her womb, his balls contracting as his cock erupted, pumping her absolutely full of cum. Pulse after pulse of liquid heat poured into her body, and she shuddered and started to climax herself, desperately kissing her wife, as her body felt like it was exploding. She could swear that she could feel his sperm pouring straight into her womb, seeking out her ovaries. Lexie kissed her and stroked her smooth midriff as she was filled... She'd never felt more loved, and she'd never had a more satisfying orgasm in her life.\n\nIt had only taken 3 months. 3 months, and Clarissa was already showing. As she stood in front of the mirror, and only her bra and panties, she could see her once slim tummy already starting to dome outward, and it wasn't the only part of her body that had been growing. Above her rapidly rounding stomach, progress and grown even faster. While she wasn't as busty as Lexi was, she felt like she happy over duty to catch up! Her hormones and her ravenous appetite had conspired to help her flat chest expand to two supple mounds the size of small oranges. She was already a c cup, and she was sure she'd be a double d or more before her pregnancy was over at this rate. None of her bras really fit, but Lexi seemed to like the way that she spilled out of the ones she could still cram herself into.\n\nClarissa ran a hand over her small new belly. Surprised at how soon she'd started to grow, even as she knew that her twin daughters would need to make her much, much bigger over the next months. The thought sent a shiver of arousal through her body. Another shiver of arousal ran through her as she felt her wife spoon up behind her. Lexi caressed Clarissa's tummy herself, running her hands over her wife's smooth skin, gently patting her wife's pregnant belly. \"I should have caught you watching that porn sooner... This is so fucking hot that I think I'm going to keep you pregnant for a while... I hope you want a big family, because I suddenly do.\n\nClarissa could only blush and sigh contentedly, as er wife turned her head back towards her, and they kissed..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The two couples looked intently at their cards, it was the last hand and either couple could pull off a win. The stakes were high, the bet is that the losing couple has to strip and serve and service the winners.
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"content": "This was it. The final hand. Jack and his girlfriend Sarah had never gotten in this deep before, but, as they sat across from Raven, a goth half elf, and her partner / pet Jessica, a bubble gum Barbie half succubus, they knew the stakes were high. The pot had been swinging back and forth, but, at this point, it was agreed. Whichever couple Lost his hand was going to have to strip and service the other one.\n\nRaven idly toyed with the pink leather strap that connected to Jessica's pink leather collar. \"What do you say, babe? When we win, do you think you'll have Jack give you a bit of a feeding?\" The goth half elf winked through her dark bangs, drawing a slight blush and giggle from her taller blonde girlfriend. She knew that Jessica, just from her nature, had a love for the taste of cum, and she was always willing to generously let her girlfriend indulge her 'succubus cravings'. \"You've been a really good pet this week! I think you deserve it,\" Raven smirked.\n\nJack swallowed nervously. Not least of all because he wasn't sure how deep he'd gotten Sarah into this. He could tell that Raven had something good. Meanwhile, his hand wasn't great, and winning looked like a long shot.\n\nJack was right. Ravens black fingernails tapped on the back of her cards, as she eyed what was basically a guaranteed full House.\n\nJessica reached over and flipped over the final card, revealing the four of clubs. Raven instantly pumped her fist.\n\n\"Full House!\" The petite, assertive elf called out, showing her cards.\n\nJack was actually surprised, staring at the river card. \"Actually... Four of a kind.\" He laid out his cards on the table, much to the astonishment of everyone there. His own girlfriend gave a quiet \"wow\", only having been vaguely following along, and Raven wore an expression of shock. Jessica gasped theatrically, raising a pink manicured hand to her mouth, her eyes wide and her mouth forming an o.\n\n\"Like, oh my god! We, like, lose?\" She asked, her bubbly, valley girl voice in full overdrive. \"But I, like, thought we had a sure thing? Am I going to have to strip and whatever now?\"\n\nRaven only just gathered her wits. A blush was passing over her skin along with the paying of indignation flowing through her. \"Yes, Jessica you're going to have to strip.\"\n\n\"But, like, both of us, right? We... Both have to strip?\" The Bimbocubus gently pawed at her girlfriend.\n\nRaven squeezed her eyes shut. \"Yes, both of us...\"\n\n\"Okay! Well, all right!\" Jessica instantly hopped up, her massive tits bouncing, as she stretched her red wings, her tail whipping about gaily. She tapped at her phone with one of her talons, bringing up some sultry club music.\n\nRaven was much slower to stand. It was hard enough being shorter than her submissive, but this was just humiliating. Jessica was a total exhibitionist, and a huge slut besides. She was fine with this. Raven, on the other hand... For her, this was deeply embarrassing. Jessica seemed to be eating it up, barely hiding her inner brat behind her eyes.\n\nJessica did a striptease that practically turned into a pole dance, using her wings to stabilize herself in place, in absence of a pole She even incorporated her wings into a bit of a fan dance, as well, revealing her boat dramatically, her long legs, wide hips, subtly tanned skin and her absolutely massive breasts all coming into view with the timing of a pro and the jiggle of a Japanese cheesecake. She smiled and laughed the whole way, stripping off her skirt and her halter top, keeping only her jewelry, and her pink high heels on. Those, and her pink collar, though she had to let her leash dangle for a bit.\n\nRaven was much more businesslike. She stood, motionless, looking at the floor for a few moments, before she steeled herself and looked Jack in the eye, defiantly. She matter of factly pulled her tank top up over her head, revealing her modest yet very perky breasts, her small pink nipples quite erect in the room's cool air. Sighing, and grumbling to herself a little bit, she then unbuttoned her jeans and started to pull them off, needing to unleash her thigh high boots before she could actually remove her pants. She almost seemed like she'd forgotten she needed to take them off first, and it seemed to annoy her. Awkwardly, the goth half elf hopped out of her boots, making her a full two inches shorter, before she pulled her jeans off of her admittedly also quite long and shapely legs, her pale skin now reflecting all the white light in the room. She had stripped down to just her black arm warmers, her assorted bangles and bracelets, silver jewelry, and a pair of black, lacy boy shorts. She exhaled sharply, putting one hand on her hip and looking up at the ceiling.\n\nJust then, Jessica bent herself almost completely in half, stripping out of her pink thong. \"Do we have to do panties too?\" She called out, looking at Jack. She ignored Raven's sudden sharp glare, as Jack smiled.\n\nHe shrugged, looking over the two girls. \"Uh... Yeah. Obviously.\" \n\nHer cheeks burning red, Raven slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her smooth elven pussy. She couldn't believe this was happening. He was supposed to be getting her hands on Sarah while Jack and Jessica did whatever. Jessica almost certainly would have told Jack into letting her blow him. That would have been... Fine to watch. Raven closed her eyes again, focusing on just getting through this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] An encounter at a glory hole leads to uncomfortable times at work the next day when your coworker whispers to you about what they did last night, and how good it was.
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"content": "His cock was small, maybe an inch and a half long, if that, but thick, the skin parting minutely on the bottom of the shaft, leading down to his entrance; it was hard, with the head flushed red and peaking from his lips and short hair, and already James could see how wet he was. Even as Hadrian grabbed the other man's muscled shoulders to lever himself into position over his cock, balancing his knees on the edges of the chair, a long strand of slick dripped onto James’s leg. Swallowing, James asked,\n\n“Should I pull out, or d’you have a condom, or…?”\n\nHadrian leaned close to his ear, “don't worry, can't get me pregnant no matter how much you breed me- so don't pull out.” James nodded enthusiastically, pushing two of his fingers easily inside the other man’s pussy- Hadrian groaning as he did so- sliding them in and out. More than the heat, what struck him was how soft the walls of his hole were, plush and rippling around James’s fingers. His cock gave a pulse, leaking more precum.\n\nThey were both panting hard as Hadrian leaned back and lowered himself down, James removing his fingers and using them to spread the other man’s lips so that the blunt head of his cock pressed directly against Hadrian’s entrance. With a sudden motion, Hadrian seated himself halfway down James’s shaft, a keening low moan punching itself out of him while James gasped, moving his hands to grip the other man’s hips- hard- which now undulated minutely up and down his cock. James could barely think around the tight, slick heat surrounding his cock, the tug of the piercings inside Hadrian’s hole as they slid against his walls with every motion.\n\n“Fuck, oh, fuck you're so big, oh god your piercings feel so good, fuck,” Hadrian kept babbling, his head thrown back and back arching, his hand moving to stroke himself, gripping his cock between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing up and down it; his hole squeezed tight then loose then tight again in a way that made James moan open-mouthed- leaning forward to press his forehead into the other’s clothed, hard chest, feeling the rippling motion of his muscle from the arm he was using. \n\nJames panted out, “Yes, yes, yes,” watching Hadrian touch himself as part of James’s cock disappeared and reapeared. The slick had begun to drip down the rest of his shaft and onto his shaved balls, shimmering alongside the metal embedded there. No wonder he'd told him to move his pants- the man was a faucet!\n\nJames needed to be fully seated inside that warm, wet hole; wrapping his arms fully around Hadrian’s thick waist, he thrust up, the motion punching out a high squeak from the other man. Hadrian recovered quickly, bucking his hips harder as James began to thrust in earnest- both of them moaning, with Hadrian dropping occasional curses, saying how good James felt- until he could finally thrust deep enough to feel the back of Hadrian’s pussy. The man let out a long, deep and shuddering moan when James first pressed against it, and James finally had to close his eyes from the amount of stimulation against his cockhead. From the strange bumping line of texture against his slit, how it gave a little, conforming to his shape when he pressed up against it, and from how good it clearly felt for the other man. Hadrian’s hand sped up, and the one that had been on James’s shoulder moved to his shorter blonde hair, gripping it in a way that sent tingles down James’s spine. In response, James picked up his own pace, filling the room with the sloppiest, wettest skin-slapping sounds he'd ever heard outside of porn. Hadrian’s voice wobbled from the strain of bouncing on James’s cock,\n\n“I'm gonna cum, oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna c-” the word ended in an explosive moan, the man slamming himself down fully and gyrating on James’s cock as he bucked his own cock into his fingers- the tip of it brushing James’s shirt. James cursed at how tight his pussy suddenly was, pulsing around him, pressing on every nerve until they all felt like live wires. He kept pistoning his hips- not managing to pull out much, but somehow pressed a little deeper- getting a series of smaller gasps as Hadrian’s orgasm crashed through him.\n\nJames was so close. There was now almost no friction with the burst of wetness that had happened when Hadrian had cum, and now that he was into the aftershocks, his walls had turned to loose velvet that swallowed the whole length of James’s cock over and over. Hadrian kept riding James with all he had, though he was curled partly around his shoulders and head for support and letting out small whines of overstimulation, his legs quivering."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Billy has a crush on a tomboy programmer at work. After finally working up the courage to ask her out, they hit it off, geeking out on all sort of stuff. When she invites him to her place, she has tell him, "we're gonna do it, but only if you're OK with anal." It's his first time doing that.
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"content": "I caught myself staring at her again from my desk. She felt like the best kept secret at work. Smart, funny, super nerdy, with an incredible smile. She always kept her long, beautiful hair up in a bun under a beanie and wore oversized hoodies in the cold office. I smiled remembering the one time I'd seen her hair just before she got out of her car in the morning. I was walking to the door and hadn't ever seen her before. When I caught sight of her putting her hair up I immediately fell in love.\n\nAs a Quality Assurance Engineer I sat on the other side of the large open office floorplan, but if I leaned back and looked off to my right, I could sometimes catch a glimpse of her smiling or laughing about something. I kept a close eye on her work and always jumped at the opportunity to test her pull requests. I wasn't even sure why I did it, I guess I just figured that the more she saw my name the better my chances of dating her would be.\n\nI pulled up her latest work item and assigned myself to test it, noting that she'd already completed one of the features. I cloned the repository, switched to her feature branch, and launched the app in Visual Studio. The testing notes said it just needed to build and launch properly since this was a new project she was taking on. It built and it launched. Neat. I signed off on the testing and leaned back to look over at her desk, letting out a huge sigh as I wondered when I'd ever get a chance to actually spend some time with her.\n\n*Today,* I thought. *I could hang out with her today.*\n\nI shook my head. *No, that's stupid. She doesn't want to hang out with you.*\n\nI rolled my eyes. *I'll never know if I don't ask.*\n\nBack and forth my heart and my head duked it out until a single thought remained.\n\n*Ask her out to lunch.*\n\nI checked the time. It was around the time she usually took a lunch break. My heart started racing so fast it was hard to stand up. My head spun and a hurricane of negative thoughts began ravaging the landscape of my mind. My pulse took on a life of its own as I walked across the expanse of the building and found myself standing a few feet from her desk.\n\nShe looked up at me, her gorgeous blue eyes stabbing right through my outer shell, exposing me for the romantic coward I am. She smiled. \"Hey, thanks for getting that testing done so quickly! I feel like I have an unfair advantage over the other guys on my team because you always test my stuff so fast! It makes me super efficient and I really appreciate it!\"\n\nI chuckled nervously. \"Thanks.\" I tried to smile. I might have shattered a mirror if there had been one around. \"Hey,\" I started, pausing awkwardly while I questioned every single life choice I had made since I was nine years old. \"Would you like to...\" I looked around, taking note of who the witnesses would be in my \"death by embarrassment\" hearing.\n\nHer eyes widened a little and her eyebrows lifted almost imperceptibly. \"Would I like to?\"\n\nI could feel oceans forming in my palms, great basins of saltwater swelling up from my flesh to cover every inch of my body fueled by a social ineptitude that was so disastrous I started looking around to see if the Red Cross had arrived.\n\nThe expectation in her eyes grew as my insides began trembling to pieces, but some brave part of me, surely lying in his death bed, managed to get the final words to tumble ungracefully from my lips. \"Get lunch?\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"Like, together?\"\n\nI swooned over the sound of her voice saying \"together\" for almost a full second before nodding stupidly.\n\nShe smiled and stood up. \"Let's go,\" she said.\n\n*JUST LIKE THAT?* I screamed inwardly. My mind was completely blown but I didn't have time to pick up the pieces. She was already halfway to the exit. I rushed to catch up and tried to play it cool.\n\n\"Thanks for asking me to lunch,\" she said. \"I think a lot of the guys here are afraid of me.\"\n\n\"Well I know *I* am,\" I said accidentally. I immediately regretted it and looked for the \"undo\" button. *Crap, real life sucks.*\n\nShe laughed and looked up at me while we walked. \"Really?\"\n\nI was struggling to figure out if it was a sarcastic tone or not when we left the building. The cool autumn air made me pull my jacket around myself as we plunged into the unknown. She suddenly seemed to realize our lack of direction.\n\n\"Oh, are you driving? or did you want me to drive? Because if you drive it's *definitely* more like a date, and since you're scared of me I just thought maybe...\" She drifted off and grinned.\n\n\"Um, I'll drive,\" I choked on the words and she laughed, following me as I made a wrong turn on the way to my car.\n\nI continued to pile my day with regrets as I awkwardly opened the passenger side door for her and almost closed it on her leg, then hit my head on the door frame as I got into my own car, a process I had successfully executed thousands of times without *ever* hitting my head before. She seemed to enjoy laughing at my misfortunes though and even had a restaurant suggestion ready, which filled me with relief.\n\nThe drive was quiet at first, unless her hearing was good enough to detect the sweat streaming from my pores. But eventually she mercifully asked me a question. \"So, what do you do for fun?\"\n\nIt was the *worst* possible question. *Fantastic,* I thought. *I'll spend all day showing her how bereft I am of any semblance of social skills, then I'll expose myself as a nerd with such niche, obscure interests that even she will have to admit that I'm too nerdy for her. This is going GREAT.*\n\nI managed to let out a nervous chuckle to show her how confident I was that she didn't want to have anything to do with me.\n\n\"Oh come on,\" she said. \"I'm a girl that likes computer programming. I bet you lunch that I have nerdier hobbies than you.\"\n\nI raised my eyebrows and glanced at her. \"Alright,\" I said. \"I do a lot of computer gaming and I recently got into painting miniatures.\"\n\n\"Oh awesome,\" she said. \"Is there one tabletop game you're into in particular?\"\n\nMy eyes widened a bit. \"Warhammer 40k,\" I said, feeling more than a little suspicious.\n\n\"Cool!\" she said. \"I haven't played, but I've heard a lot about that one from coworkers. What videogames do you play?\"\n\n\"I bounce between Dwarf Fortress, pre-Steam release, and Eve Online.\" I winced.\n\n\"Woah, no way!\" she cried. \"I can play Dwarf Fortress for *hours*! Tell me about your world! I wanna hear your stories!\"\n\nWe got so lost in exchanging Dwarf Fortress stories that we both forgot about her bet. I bought lunch for us both and we barely had time to eat, often continuing our stories with a mouth full of food. We laughed and grumbled, telling each other *insanely* boring stories about battles and lore and the rise and fall of various fortresses.\n\nFinally we strolled back into the office still laughing and chatting, having inadvertently taken a two hour lunch. She smiled warmly and thanked me for lunch, then sat at her desk and got back to work.\n\nAfter lunch I got *nothing* done. I finetuned the query that helped me keep tabs on her work items and read over some of the code she'd written just for fun, even though I hardly understood more than ten percent of it. All I could think about was lunch and how incredibly fun she was to spend time with. I set to work thinking about how I could get myself alone with her again for another date, maybe dinner this time, or...\n\nShe was at my desk. My heart stopped and I tried to smile.\n\n\"Hey,\" she said. \"I was just thinking about what a great time I had at lunch, and I was wondering if you might want to come back to my place after work for dinner and maybe some games or something.\" She grinned. \"Just the two of us, in case you're wondering.\"\n\nMy heart raced out of control and my lungs were suddenly completely empty. \"Yeah,\" I fumbled the rest of my words and couldn't say anything else. *Sounds great,* would have been nice. Or maybe *for sure, definitely.* But only one stupid word came out before my bran crapped itself and passed out.\n\n\"Awesome,\" she said. \"I'll message you my phone number in Teams and you can text me.\"\n\nMy train of thought became a never ending stream of incoherent expletives and expressions of disbelief. My heartrate stayed at a constant \"I'm gonna die\" for the rest of the work day, even after she messaged me her phone number and I texted her a simple, \"hi.\" Then she sent her address and told me to meet her there about thirty minutes after work.\n\nI lived an entire lifetime during the final hour of work. I watched stones turn to dust and still had enough time to witness a river carving out a canyon. My hairs turned gray and my bones became brittle while I watched the clock roll over to five PM. I took the long way around the programmers' area and rushed out the door to my car. I risked life and limb speeding to my apartment to shower and brush my teeth and trim my nose hairs.\n\nI checked and triple checked the route to her house. It would only take five minutes, so I hyperactively paced a groove into my rug waiting for the right moment to leave. Then, taking a deep breath, I went out to my car, started the engine, and drove to her address.\n\nShe answered the door as an entirely different person. She retained her boyish mannerisms to a degree, but now her long, gorgeous hair was down and she wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to hide how full and perky her breasts were.\n\n\"Hey! Come on in!\" She ushered me inside and closed the door, walking past me to the kitchen. Firm, delicious ass cheeks hung out from under her incredibly short shorts and she shot me a sly look over her shoulder as she passed. \"You're acting like you've never seen a girl before,\" she laughed.\n\n\"You're making me feel like I haven't,\" I managed, still staring.\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: gene modded to get H cups, huge hips, ass, things and a 9 inch cock that can grow up to 11 inch or 14 if too excited to accompany, but who will you share them with? your roommate has a boyfriend... but she has admitted it got a bit boring...
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"content": "\"Hey Jill, can I talk to you for a minute?\" Jill's roommate asked with her posture a little shrunk in on herself. Her large clothes enveloping her comfortably. Jill looked her in the eye and admired her luminous blue eyes she knew that Cathy had gotten a mod or two and the eyes were definitely a good one. \n\n\"Sure, what's up?\" Jill said as she slipped into one of the kitchen table chairs. The kitchen was modern and sleek. The two of them made good money and were only living together so they could save money faster and they were really good friends. \n\n\"I want.. No that's not right.\" Cathy bit her lip as she sat across the table. Jill hadn't seen her this nervous since she came out as bi years ago. Jill knew she just needed a moment and she'd get whatever it was off her chest.\n\nAfter a long moment Jill watched Cathy wind up and go for it. \"I know you and Brad are having a ruff time. I have already told you that I don't think he's good for you, but that was months ago. And I might have fallen for you since then.\" Cathy twisted her hands in her most nervous tell. \n\n\"Cathy, I am flattered but I want someone with a dick. I do love you too but without that physical part I can't go for you. It's biology not a conscious decision.\" Jill tried to let her down gently.\n\n\"I know that. I've... Um I've had the mod since I turned eighteen. It does work to my advantage now though.\" Cathy said quietly.\n\n\"Eighteen? That was six years ago. I've seen you naked in that time. You do not have a cock.\" Jill stared at her.\n\n\"I do. It can be reabsorbed when it's not needed or my partner doesn't like that I have one.\" Cathy started to unbutton her shirt. She stoped. \"Can I show you? The me that I always wanted to be?\"\n\n\"Uh..\" Jill's brain shorted out, the small bit of cleavage that those few buttons revealed captivated her. She nodded.\n\nCathy blushed and got to her feet, her jacket sliding off her shoulders. Her hands went to the buttons again and started working their way down. Jill sat transfixed following those delicate fingers revealing a heavy duty bra holding massive breasts. The shirt got pulled out of baggy pants, Jill's eyes traced across firm abs. The shirt fell to the floor. The bra was quick to follow freeing Cathy's large pendulus breasts. Jill watched Cathy's hands slide along her waist band to the button of her pants. The button popped and the zipper went low revealing a glimpse of pink lacey underwear.\n\nCathy turned away as she pushed her pants down past her wide hips and round lush butt. Jill couldn't help but watch the beautiful woman's curves. Cathy kept her legs together keeping Jill from getting a hint of what the pink panties hid. The lacey panties rode high on Cathy's hips but we're made of sterner stuff than Jill initially thought. \n\nCathy turned around and Jill's eyes locked on to the front of those delicious panties, there was a bulge there but there was also a modesty panel. Cathy smiled at how mesmerized Jill was. She pushed her panties down from the sides of her hips, trying to focus on getting them past her butt first and letting the fabric catch on the dick.\n\nJill hated those beautiful panties. They popped free and fell to the floor forgotten. Jill stared. It was flaccid but looked delightful. Like it would fill that itch. \n\n\"This is m, me.\" Cathy stood unsure of herself. Jill looked her in the eyes, those luminous blue eyes. \n\nJill grabbed blindly at her phone with one hand and pointed to her bedroom with her other. \"Bed, now. I'm texting Brad and then I'm going to fuck you so hard. He and I are over. If you want you and I are now dating.\" Jill watched relief spread through Cathy and then a new nervousness appeared just as quickly.\n\n\"Oh my God! YES!\" Cathy said as she bounced off to the bedroom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: University couple answer an ad thinking it would be a lark and easy beer money. The ad reads, "Matriarchal Institute's study of masculine transformative submission seeks study participants." The institute is on campus, so it's an easy walk when they go for their intake appointment.
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"content": "\"Hey, we're here for the manly transformation submission,\" said Mike as he confidently stepped forward. It took Mike and Kate some time to find this \"Matriarchal Institute\" on campus despite both of them being familiar with the university. \"You don't mind that I bring my friend Kate? I know the ad said only guys, but can make an exception?\"\r\n\nThe front desk worker, an older woman wearing sharp glasses, regarded Kate with some patience, smiling when she saw Kate shyly waving at her. Turning to Mike, the front desk worker let out a subtle, annoyed breath. Mike saw that her name tag read, Tonya. \"Two things,\" Tonya said. \"This is a study of masculine transformative submission. And two, if the two of you are ready, you can see Dr. Lovejoy now.\"\n\n\"We only came here for the money. When will we get it?\" asked Mike, his cockiness and dudebro attitude showing. Kate's face turned into a light shade of red as she tried to hide her embarrassed face. Mike could be a bit much at times, always used to getting his way.\r\n\nTonya sighed. \"You'll receive the $50 each after you're done with the session.\" She got up and stared at the two college students. \"Welcome to the Matriarchal Institute. I hope you find the research... revealing.\"\n\n Mike and Kate followed Tonya down a dimly lit corridor. The walls were adorned with provocative artwork, showcasing sexy women. At least, at first glance. However, as Mike gleefully looked at several of the paintings, looking like a child in a candy store, his smile faltered when he noticed that some of the women in the art weren't women but submissive men dressed as one. There was even a display showing a tiny dick, if it could be called that, locked in a chastity cage. There were images of women to be shown, but they were shown in all of their femininity and power.\n\n\"What kind of place are you running?\" asked Mike as he walked faster to get Tonya's attention, trying to not let his offense show to Tonya and Kate. \"The sexy chicks are alright, but some of the other art is a bit...\"\n\nTonya stopped to turn and face Mike, an amused smirk playing on her lips. \"Oh, honey,\" she said. Mike did not like how condescending she sounded. He wasn't supposed to feel belittled by someone like her. \"You haven't seen anything yet.\" Mike shot Tonya a confused look as she continued walking. Kate shrugged at Mike and they continued following Tonya toward Dr. Lovejoy's office.\n\nAs they entered Dr. Lovejoy's office, Kate couldn't help but notice the air of authority that radiated from the woman behind the desk. Dr. Lucy Lovejoy, a striking woman in her late thirties, with piercing eyes and an alluring smile, sat in a high-backed leather chair, exuding confidence and power. She looked up from her papers and fixed her gaze on Mike and Kate, assessing them.\n\n\"Welcome, Mike and Kate,\" Dr. Lovejoy purred, her voice smooth as silk. \"I've been expecting you.\" She motioned for them to take a seat on the plush velvet couch positioned in front of her desk.\n\nMike turned around and saw Tonya closing and locking the door before walking to Dr. Lovejoy and standing next to her. \"Doesn't your assistant have to watch the front desk of your stupid institute?\" asked Mike, crossing his arms and widening his legs.\n\nDr. Lovejoy chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. \"Oh, Tonya is not just my assistant, she's an integral part of our research team,\" she replied, leaning back in her chair. \"And as for the front desk, let's just say we have reliable measures in place to ensure the smooth functioning of the institute.\"\n\n\"Whatever.\" Mike huffed, clearly unimpressed. Kate shifted nervously in her seat, feeling the tension rise in the room. Dr. Lovejoy, however, remained unfazed, her confidence unshaken. \"Also, how did you know our names? Me and Kate just got here and I'm pretty sure your pretty assistant didn't tell you about us before we got here?\"\n\nDr. Lovejoy's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Mike's. \"Oh, Mike, my dear, we have our ways of gathering information,\" she purred. She leaned back, \"Now, Kate, are you in a relationship with Mike?\"\n\n\"We're just friends,\" said Mike, interrupting Kate before she had a chance to speak. \"Can we please get this thing over with? We want our $50 research money and be out of here fast.\"\n\nDr. Lovejoy's laughter filled the room. Her sound sent shivers down Kate's spine, and for some reason, she liked it. Mike frown grew a bit more as he tried to keep his impatience in check. \"Oh, Mike, money is just a small part of what we offer here at the Institute. Pleasure, exploration, and the fulfillment of your deepest desires—that's what we're truly about.\"\n\nMike's eyebrows furrowed, his skepticism evident. \"Look, lady, we're not interested in any kinky stuff or whatever it is you're selling. We just want the cash and be on our way.\"\n\n\"But of course,\" said Dr. Lovejoy. \"And I'm sure you saw the irony of you interrupting your dear friend. I'm sure you're a smart boy.\" Mike didn't like how the doctor said boy. He wasn't a boy. He was a man. \"Wasted minutes have been spent because you couldn't keep your manly mouth shut, boy.\"\n\n\"It's Mike.\" He forced his leg down to stop jittering. Then he muttered to himself, \"You fucking bitch.\"\n\nDr. Lovejoy's eyes narrowed. \"Watch your tongue. In this institute, respect is paramount. You will address me as Dr. Lovejoy, ma’am, or madam. You will do the same for Tonya and you will follow my instructions without question. Is that understood?\"\n\nMike's face reddened, a mix of anger and embarrassment written across his features. He clenched his fists, but Kate leaned over and placed a calming hand on his arm. \"Mike, let's just hear her out. We came here for the money, remember?\" she whispered, her voice soothing.\n\nReluctantly, Mike nodded, realizing his outburst had only made things worse. Dr. Lovejoy's smile returned, her eyes sparkling with a hint of victory. \"Very well. Now, let's discuss what brings you to our institute.” She turned toward Kate. “Kate, how did you meet Mike?”\n\nMike rolled his eyes and recklessly said, “I thought you said you already knew us? Let’s just skip this and do whatever experiment you have.”\n\nDr. Lovejoy's smile widened, her eyes never leaving Mike's. \"There is a difference between knowing your names and knowing the stories behind them, boy.\" Mike grimaced. Why won't she stop calling him boy. \"You see, we like to delve deep into the desires and connections that bring people together. It's not just about the money, as you so crudely mentioned. It's about uncovering the hidden submission and domination that lie beneath the surface.\"\n\n\"I know I have a dominant side,\" Mike said with pride. \"I'm one of the best football players in the university and I have sponsorships in the making. I’m a big deal.\"\r\n\nDr. Lovejoy chuckled softly, her voice dripping with dark amusement. \"Ah, the alpha male bravado. How… cliche.” Mike scoffed. “Now, Mike, is it? Can you pretend to act like a decent human being and speak when you are spoken to? I want to have a conversation with Kate about how she met you and your insistent interruption is doing no one any favors, boy.”\n\nMike clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling up inside him. He wanted to lash out, to put this arrogant woman in her place. But he knew better than to let his anger get the best of him. Research money. He was doing this for research money. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. \"Whatever, doc.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cheating, but without the protagonist being solely seduced.
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"content": "Two colleagues share a hotel room on a business trip. After a few drinks at the hotel bar... things happen.\n\nShe knew Jim was head over heels in love with Liz, but chafed under the fact that Liz didn't believe in sex before marriage. If putting out was the only way to claw Jim away from her, becoming the biggest slut on the planet was just the cost of doing business...\n\nShe was a trophy wife, whose husband was old and growing more decrepit by the day, so she took her pleasure where she could get it. No-one who came to the house was safe from her desires.\n\nTim didn't let the fact that he was married stop him from putting the moves on any hot young thing that walked into his office, hoping he could make her a star. He was often successful, too."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI]The church girl blackmailed as an escort
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"content": "Cont.\n\n\"That's a good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?\" Now fully naked Sarah shivered as Tristan examined her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, then roamed downwards, inspecting her virgin pussy with a beast-like hunger. Before she could speak, Tristan took out his phone, snapping a few pictures of her.\n\n\"For the collection.\" He grinned wickedly, and Sarah could only choke down her terrified sobs.\n\nTristan stepped even closer to her. One hand stretched out, touching her shoulder, caressing her bare skin. His hand moved downwards, and as he grazed Sarah's breasts, she let out a small gasp, unprepared for the sudden stimulation. \n\nHe smiled. \"Enjoying this, are we?\" Even as Sarah opened her mouth to respond, Tristan suddenly grasped her breasts tightly. Sarah gasped again as he played with and fondled her soft flesh, kneading her bosom like a baker kneading dough. \n\nThen something unexpected happened. Sarah..._moaned_.\n\n_What's this? Why does it feel so...good?_ \n\nSheltered her entire life, Sarah was unable to contain the pleasure of simply fondling her breasts. Loud, high pitched moans escaped her mouth one after another, and her mind addled from the lustful sensation. Tristan, surprised and delighted by her reaction, moved on to her nipples with excitement. As he twisted and rubbed, pleasuring Sarah's sensitive aerola, her moans only grew louder.\n\n\"That's it!\" Tristan laughed manically, \"I told you it would feel good!\" In a burst of frenzied energy, he latched onto her nipples with his mouth, licking and sucking with primal ferocity. Sarah groaned at the sensation. She couldn't help but arch her back, her eyes fluttering shut, her breath hot and ragged thanks to the waves of pleasure wrecking her entire body. _It feels so good...It feels so good...it feels so good..._ \n\nHer mind, fogged by a haze of pleasure, was suddenly overcome by an electric sensation shooting down her spine. Sarah's body tensed up. Her mouth opened, and a long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips as her entire body shook and shuddered violently. She could feel a strange sensation in her pussy, and even as she did, streams of piss spurted forth from her urethra, her hips convulsing uncontrollably. \"Ah!\" Then the sensation passed, and Sarah collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving with a strange exhaustion. \n\n_What...what just happened? I was feeling so good, and then...what did I just do?_ The shock of her orgasm stunned Sarah, and she sat on the ground, naked, in a puddle of her own piss for a long moment.\n\nAbove her, a stunned Tristan laughed suddenly. \"What was that! Did you just come from...having your boobs fondled? Hah! So you were a whore, after all!\" The laughter snapped Sarah out of her daze, and she looked up at Tristan.\n\nThree words came out of her mouth, and her audacious as they were, Sarah could believe what she was saying. \"I need...more.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "This is my bitch and she will fuck you up even if she doesn't look like it."
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"content": "His hand clapping his bitch's latex clad ass echoed in the small, neatly upholstery Sex Dungeon.\n\nKiki - his submissive and long term girlfriend, was eying off the strapped down brunette on the Saint Andrews cross. Delilah didn't really understand how the fuck she came to agree and consent to diving headfirst into the world of kink with his flirty, open-relation co-worker and partner... Yet here she was. Each thigh strapped to the wooden post.\n\n\n////\n\nHey OP, work in progress but I'll try and do some more writing later 😘"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Mom goes in for experimental fertility treatment for another baby. Treatment goes extremely awry and sends her into desperate heat. Unfortunately, she has to take the bus home after treatment.
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"content": "The experimental fertility treatments had been a real roller coaster. At 25, I was young and fit enough that I should have been able to have a second kid without a problem, but my husband and I have been trying, and it hadn't been happening. My daughter was from a previous boyfriend, even if my husband happily raised her as his own. My suspicion was that the issue might have been on his end, but there was a medical trial that was open to women, and we both figured that even if the problem was on his end, if I was even more fertile, that might compensate for it.\n\nThe first few weeks of treatment had had dramatic effects on my body. After our daughter was born, a few years ago, I had gotten into diet and fitness really heavily, and I had slimmed down to even thinner than I had been before we got married. The treatments seemed to be reversing a lot of that!\n\nAfter the first series of injections, it felt like my appetite was raging out of control. I practically couldn't stop eating, and I was constantly stuffing myself with all of the richest food I could get my hands on.\n\nThat very first night, I had almost compulsively ordered in a pizza, a bag full of burgers, and even some donuts from the nearby bakery, before I even realized what I was doing. Nonetheless, as soon as they got near me, I was stuffing my face like a starving woman! I ate and ate, relishing every flavor, as cheeseburgers, whole slices of pizza, and a full dozen donuts all ended up stuffed into my greedy belly. I moaned in pleasure, as I almost compulsively stuffed myself, and I packed my belly so full that I practically looked pregnant already, and I could only groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I laid back on the couch, rubbing my round and tightly bloated tummy.\n\nThe next few days weren't any different, and I was packing away the calories like a woman possessed. It wasn't until a few days later that my appetite leveled out, and I was still eating way, way more than I ever would have before, and food just tasted so much better, practically becoming an obsession. I was afraid that I was going to gain weight, and I did, but not necessarily the way that I expected...\n\nMy breasts seemed to be absorbing the lion's share of the calories I was taking in, and they got bigger and bigger faster than anything else, as I started to fatten up. I'd had really modest b cups, at first, but, as the weeks went on, I seemed to be gaining cup sizes almost every few days. My tits quickly plumped up to full and hefty double D's, and then they just kept getting bigger! I went in for new injections every couple of weeks, and every time I got a new injection I felt a new spike in my appetite and went on another days long binge stuffing myself almost as if I were obsessed with feeding my growing figure, and fattening up accordingly.\n\nMy breasts grew to the size of small melons, and some part of me actually felt really proud of the way I was ballooning. I couldn't help but grope and squeeze my growing tits, loving just how big and plump they were, wanting to see myself get even bigger still! My fat, jiggly, blimp tits were practically the size of volleyballs before I got to my final treatment, and I couldn't have been prouder of them! They had grown in sensitivity as well as size, and I could get myself off just by squeezing and rubbing them, or by playing with my nipples, it was a normal part of every shower, both in the morning and before bed, to grope and rub myself to an orgasm just by playing with my fat, melon tits. My dark pink nipples were constantly stiff, and just feeling them rub against my clothing throughout the day was enough to keep me constantly horny.\n\nMy hips had gotten a lot bigger too, I had round rolling hips that would have looked perfectly in place on an exaggerated pin-up girl, and I had an ass that had grown from being practically flat to being a badonkadonk that would have turned heads in a rap video. My thighs had gotten thicker, making my long legs even sexier than they were, and my face had filled out a little bit too. My tummy did have a bit of pudge on it now, but I really didn't mind. It just made me look that much more fertile, and with the way I'd become so sex obsessed over the last weeks, I liked imagining my belly getting really bigger, really fattening up with a baby inside me... My husband seemed to appreciate the changes my body was going through, and we only had sex more and more, as my new figure blossomed.\n\nI was still feeling as fit as ever, and between rollerblading and roller derby, I could tell that the treatments were making me fitter, even if my appetite was making me fatter as well.\n\nI looked in the mirror, and all I could see was a tall and leggy fertility goddess, with tits bigger than her head and an hourglass shape including hips and an ass to match. I still had a small waist, even if I did have a bit of a tummy, and I actually felt turned on squeezing the bit of womanly pudge on my hips and belly. My hair was fuller, and even my lips felt plumper. Even with getting off from my tits twice a day and daily sex with my husband, I still couldn't get enough to satisfy my new libido.\n\nI really didn't know what was coming until the final treatments though!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Much to her own delight/surprise — Lisa discovers she can REALLY deepthoat a guy quite easily — and what a HUGE power-rush that is for her to actively fuck a guy’s dick like that — almost like SHE’S the sexual aggressor, suddenly turning the tables on guys who think they’re the one in control.
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"content": "\"..Why three shots? Are we expecting company?\" a puzzled Tanner inquired. \n\n\"No idiot. One shot each to loosen us up - you look stiff and firm, and not in the way I enjoy. The other shot is for when you piss me off or lie to me.\"\n\nLisa's playful determined look was unfamiliar to Tanner. He had gotten to know her.. quite intimately, and this was different for her. What was bubbling beneath this brash facade?\n\n\"Bottoms up!\" She thrust his shot into his hand, clinked her glass against it, and threw down the tequila without the slightest hesitation. If she had a gag reflex, she was hiding it well.\n\n\"Ahhh!\" Came the exaggerated post-shot gasp. Tanner quickly followed suit, slamming his shot down on the faux-stone vinyl counter top. He felt uneasy if not excited about sharing a shot of liquor in his kitchen that he shares with his girlfriend, in shot glasses him and his girlfriend bought on a romantic European holiday.. \n\n\"So how long did it take you to clean up?\"\n\n\"Hahaha, c'mon I'm not the same mess I used to be.\"\n\n\"Oh really, hmm? So you don't mind if I look at what you stuffed..\" Lisa's heels clicked across the room towards a living room draw, still slightly ajar. \n\n\"Hey, I don't come check out your-\"\n\n\"Awww you think about checking me out? Thanks hun\"\n\n\"No, hey!\"\n\nShe gently pulled the wooden draw, which clinked and rattled as it came out of its slot.\n\nTanner's cheeks blushed a dozen hues of pink as Lisa reached in and pulled out his Fleshlight.\n\n\"You haven't changed a bit Tanner's. Wait, nooooo... Is this still warm?\" She plunged a finger into the glistening pink silicone hole with a loud squelch. Pulling it out, she gave her finger a lick. \"You dirty fuck- one of your oldest and bestest friends is coming over and you have a little jerk before hand?\" Then she brought the fleshy fucktoy to her mouth, and stuck her tongue out to lick. The tip of her tongue gently lashed the toy he had just been fucking. Her own wet spit adding to whatever pre-cum was deposited within. \n\nHe felt the rush; his eyes strain within their sockets, his hands suddenly felt wet and uncomfortable- \"Aw, you're adorable fucking this plastic wanna be!\" The overly cute but condescending tone was lashing Tanner's shortsightedness. Would it really have been so hard not to get worked up and horny before she came, or even just fucking clean up better dude. Worst yet, he hadn't cum and was way too horny for this temptation. Though his moment of self reflection was interrupted by an inquisitive Lisa.\n\n\"So, do you think of me when you mastubate? It was a tight asshole Fleshlight afterall.\"\n\n\"Uh!\"\n\n\"Lie and you'll have to take that shot baby.\"\n\n\"Of course not you self absorbed princess. Not everything is about you\".\n\n\"Do you want to explain this then? You weren't quick enough on un-liking this nice assy, breast, lippy insta pic were you?\"\n\nLisa extended her phone that had a screenshot of a 2021 photo, liked by Tanner at 2:36am the night before.\n\n\"F-fuck.\"\n\n\"C'mon cutie, I'll do the shot with you- you perverted liar.\" Lisa grinned and proudly strutted back to the kitchen. She loved beating Tanner like that.\n\n\"You know Leese, for a night in I don't feel so relaxed.\"\n\n\"Don't be such a sook.\" She poured up 2 fresh shots, and left the third untouched.\n\nLocking eyes with her old flame, she took her soft finger and traced her beautiful lips. \"Besides, I'm having fun Tanner. Maybe you should loosen up and enjoy this time with me.\" While maintaining eye contact, she threw her hands behind her back, bent over and pressed her mouth around the rim of the shot glass. Grinning around the glass, her teeth clinked against the glass.. only long enough for Tanner to take it in. She threw her head back upright to take the shot. She waited another moment to let ever drop run down into her throat before looking back down at Tanner. She was a performer, that's for sure. She spat the cup out into her hand and left her tongue out to demonstrate that she had swallowed it all. \n\n\"Teeddawwhh\" ~ a tongue-out muffled Tad-Ah! brought out her most horny grin yet, but Tanner was caught watching her insanely hot drool run down her tongue and drip down onto her mesh-coated chest. \"Oops!\"\n\n\"You cheeky little.. are you always this fucking persistent?\" brooded the twitching, melting male mess from the other side of the room.\n\n\"Only around you sweetheart, tehe - oh did you have Netflix on for us?\" spotted the keen eyed Lisa.\n\nTanner sulked over to the lounge, contemplating his life decisions. Nothing irked Tanner like an untamed brat, but Lisa wasn't his to tame anymore. He took a seat and yelled back without looking: \"Okay, fucktoy. I'll play your teasing game but I'm not going to crack. If you're horny, I'm not your outlet. I'm getting grumpy.\"\n\n\"You're getting blue-balled!\"\n\n\"I'm fucking serious Lisa, knock it off or I'll kick you out.\"\n\nAn exaggerated hmph squeaked from Lisa as she stomped over and threw her ass down onto the opposite side of the lounge as Tanner. The mini-dress rode up - but to Tanner's bittersweet realisation not enough to peer between her inner thighs.."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ethan didn't know what was more shocking, Seeing his roommate Jason taking his girlfriend from behind on the living room couch, or the bizarre way they are justifying it.
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"content": "Ethan lent back in his chair. His essay was done and uploaded to the college portal. He smiled remembering that the summer break was finally here. He put his headphones on his desk and fished his phone the bed behind him. A missed text from Amanda appeared in the notification bar. She knew he was finishing the essay, so Ethan threw his phone down on the bed again making a mental note to text back later.\n\n \nHe turned back to his computer. Ethan stopped as loud muffled moaning seeped under his door. He poked his head out into the hallway, confirming that the moans were coming from the common area. He sighed, shut his door and headed towards the common area. \n \n\nEthan didn’t know exactly he was expecting when he stepped through the door to the kitchen/diner/living space. What he saw, however, stopped him dead. \n\n \nAmanda was naked, on all fours and had what looked like a dog collar wrapped around her neck. The lead slithered over her shoulder and was being held by David. David’s talk muscular naked frame towered over Amanda as he slammed himself into her with primal thrusts. \n \n\n“Wha…what the fuck…??” Ethan stammered as he watched David pull on the lead and thrust hard, his thighs clapping against Amanda’s ass. David stopped, his eyes flying open, a smile curling around his handsome features.\n\n\n“Ahh – I was wondering when you’d show up.” David’s voice was different, assertive and almost a growl. He pulled himself from Amanda, causing her to moan with displeasure and stepped towards Ethan. David’s cock was thick, hard and significantly larger than Ethan’s. “I was showing this slut how a real man pleasures a woman.” \n\n\nEthan was paralysed. David laughed as Ethan stammered and rambled about how he couldn’t just fuck someone’s girlfriend. David pushed Ethan against the wall, lent forward and whispered in his ear.\n\n\n“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with your ‘girlfriend’.” His breath sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine, a well of shame opening in his stomach as his cock began to stiffen. “She is my little fuck slut now. And you?...well. You are going to watch – like the pathetic small-cocked beta you are. Let me show you how a real man pleasures her. Hmmm.” \n\n \nEthan’s cock was hard now, forming a small tent in his sweatpants. David looked down, and laughed. “Amanda – come over here and strip him. Show me what you used to enjoy.” \n\n \nAmanda rose from the couch at once, slightly limping over to where Ethan stood. David smirked as he watched her, slapping her ass as she passed. Amanda never looked Ethan in the eye, just lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, and pulling down his sweatpants in one smooth motion. \n\n \nEthan stood, naked and exposed as Amanda moved to kneel in front of David. She opened her mouth and took David in; sloppily dripping spit down her. David looked at Ethan, a satisfied and amused expression etched on his face. Ethan’s small, erect cock jumped slightly at the sight of David’s monster cock disappearing down Amanda’s throat.\n\n \n“I can see why she was so eager to experience a real man.” David sneered at Ethan. “You have a pathetic little cock. I bet you can’t even make her come.” Ethan shook his head slightly and David laughed. “I feel even more sorry for her now. Fuck….” \n\n \nDavid weaved his hand through her hair and pushed her onto him until his balls bounced off her chin. \n\n\n“You know, she already came more times tonight than she can remember. Fuck, she’s a tight bitch too.” Ethan cringed, but his cock betrayed him, slowly leaking precum onto the floor. \n\n\n“You really are a pathetic looser. Fuck….I should cage you up. Make you watch as I pound her pussy. Make you squirm as I pound her ass.” Ethan dripped more. “Make you lick my cum from her ruined cunt before I lock you in a doggy cage. Fuck…” David pulled Amanda off his member, grabbed her lead and pulled her towards the door.\n\n\n“Follow, you pathetic cuck” \n\n---\n\nI hope you enjoyed this! I had loads of fun writing it. Let me know if you have any improvements or comments!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Spending the night with a certified MILF is the highlight of your night. Your ex coming over to check on their mother… less so.
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"content": "“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yes~! Yes~! CUM DEEP INSIDE ME! FUCK THIS WHORE’S CUNT UNTIL YOU IMPREGNATE IT WITH YOUR SEED!”\n\n“I’m cumming! GAAAAGH!” \n\n“AHHHHH~!”\n\nAnd so Henry had deposited the fifth load of the night inside of the older woman’s surprisingly tight pussy. After pulling out he watched as his limp cock dripped with cum just like her loosened up pink pussy. After a job well done and a bitch well seeded he got his cock sucked clean by her before they could lay in bed naked besides each other.\n\n“Today you’ve been tougher. What do I have to thank for that?”\n\n“Just my stupid ex. She cheated on me with another guy just because he had a “nicer” dick”\n\n“Oh… hehehe. Well… let me tell you something. She made a very big mistake” she punned as she went to grab his dick “Very Big”\n\n“Hehehe, I thank her. I wouldn’t have met such fine wine like you ma’am” he complimented as he cupped her tits “I can’t believe these double H cups breastfed a girl back in the day. They are so perky, round and soft”\n\n“Glad you like them. Talking about breastfeeding. I’m still taking pills to lactate. Want some?”\n\n“Thought you’d never ask”\n\nHe went straight on to licking and sucking both her nipples as he played with her tits using his hands. She was moaning and groaning as the milk made them more sensible and she love breastfeeding her stud after fucking for such long hours. Made her feel like she had her husband back with her.\n\n“Fresh milk… just how I like it”\n\n“You’re such a sweet baby. I…” she stopped as she heard the door to their room open revealing her daughter staring at them in shock “SWEETY!” She called out covering herself and him up. “I thought you were at work!”\n\n“Who cares about that?! WTF ARE YOU DOING WITH MY EX?!”\n\n“Your ex?!”\n\n“You’re her mother?!”\n\n“YES SHE IS MY MOTHER YOU DUMB FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”\n\n“Sweety I didn’t know he was your ex I…”\n\n“NO SHIT OTHERWISE YOU WOULDN’T HAVE FUCKED HIM!”\n\n“Well… idk about that…”\n\n“MOM?!”\n\n“Hey, calm down! This wouldn’t have happened if you had presented us… at least I think it wouldn’t…”\n\n“Omg!”\n\n“I probably would’ve”\n\n“OMG! HENRY GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MOM’S BED! MOM WE HAVE TO TALK!”\n\n“Hey, missy! You are at my home! You don’t decide what’s done here! That’s why you left remember? You wanted to do whatever the fuck you wanted and here we are! You cheated on him and that’s not my problem!”\n\n“What?! He said I cheated?!”\n\n“Yes he did”\n\n“I didn’t! He is just a lying snake trying to get on your good side!”\n\n“You want me to confirm that with Sonny?”\n\n“… how do you know that name…?”\n\n“Guess who was the dirty old decrepit bitch that gave him better head than you while you cheated on him too you dirty little slut!”\n\n“YOU MADE HIM CHEAT ON ME?! HOW COULD YOU!”\n\n“THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT TREATING YOUR MAN HOW I TAUGHT YOU AND TOLD YOU I TREATED YOUR DAD! NOW GO TO THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM SO I CAN DRESS UP AND SCOLD YOU APPROPRIATELY!”\n\n“But…”\n\n“NO BUTS! I DIDNT RAISE A CHEATING WHORE!”\n\n“No fair!” She slammed the door.\n\n“Ah… sorry about that… since her father died in that accident she has been…”\n\n“Exhibiting fatherless behavior like fucking with any guy that showed he any kind of affection not having a sense of discipline because her father was the one that scolded her as a child…”\n\n“Sadly… she… never took me seriously”\n\n“It’s ok… I guess I can help with that”\n\n“Really? How?”\n\n“Wouldn’t it be poetic justice her ex she cheated on becomes her step dad and now has to deal with him being the man of the house and her mother never siding with her whenever it comes to family discussions? She is still in first semester of college and living under your roof… so… we still got plenty of time”\n\n“I love it. But wait… wouldn’t you have to marry me for that? I thought you didn’t want to get married after what she did”\n\n“I hadn’t found the right woman”\n\n“Oh you sweet sugar cube” she kissed him “let me just get my robe to scold her outside and tell her what’s going to happen. You stay here and come out when dinner’s ready”\n\n“Thank you honey”\n\n“You’re welcome my love”\n\nThey kissed again and he watched as she stood up naked looking for her robe so she could go outside and the screaming continued until they had dinner and he had a smug smile in his face while she strangled her fork with a frown."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The fair is a great place to just have fun. Although you got more fun than you thought when getting on one specific ride.
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"content": "*Threw this together. Anonymous sex, blowjob, anal, cumplay, and just a hint of forced tattooing.*\n\nJoey was in a funk. Not only had Maria refused his offer of a date to the local fair, but his other friends who all did score dates ditched him. That was how he found himself outside, alone, considering a ride just called 'Angela's Fun House of Darkest Desire'.\n\nIt looked pretty kitschy, all voodoo and gypsy magic and all. A sign promised that all entrants would get to pass through the many rooms of the fun house, experiencing incredible sights and pleasures.\n\nWell, he'd already paid to get in and gone on the roller coaster, the spinner, and the drop tower. Expect for the couples rides, this was about it.\n\nHe looked around. There wasn't a line and just a bored girl in a very fake looking gypsy outfit standing besides the door. This ride can't have been popular, being at the edge of the fair and not well advertised or lit.\n\nBut hey, he was shit at the games and needed something to spend his tickets on anyway. So Joey walked up the ticket girl and handed over the ten tickets, then just handed her the rest of his stash anyway.\n\nShe raised an eyebrow. \"Are you sure?\" She asked quizzically, counting out the exactly 69 tickets.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Joey said, acting more confident than be felt. Without really waiting for anything else, he opened the door and stepped inside.\n\nThe first couple rooms were as expected. Creepy decor and some spooky sounds piped in, a cackling witch and a screeching banshee. Some of the art choices were weird, and Joey started to wonder when he realized both the fucked up witch statues were actually naked and very well detailed. \n\nIt was the third room, the mirror room, that he really started to figure out this fun house was something else. A thin but lithe gypsy woman in a pornstar's interpretation of a costume beckoned him, before vanishing into the reflections. Joey jumped and gave chase, almost instantly loosing his way and becoming turned around. He still moved, trying to find either the girl or the exit, constantly catching sight of her before finding out it was a mirror.\n\nIt wasn't until he faked left, then jumped right, discovering the trick of the mirrors that he laid a hand on her arm. Proving that this must be some horny dream, the woman laughed and dropped to her knees, deftly yanking down Joey's pants and licking along his shaft.\n\nAs he received the best and most sloppy blowjob of his life, Joey started to see other figures in the mirrors. The almost stopped the girl, but the shadowy horned figures vanished whenever he turned his head, and she always added some new twist to distract him.\n\nJust as quickly as she had started, the gypsy pulled away from his cock, spit and precum dripping down her chin. She giggled and whirled behind a mirrored corner, and when Joey tried to follow he found her simply gone. A door out to the next room waited for him.\n\nGrumbling and pulling up his pants, Joey pushed open the door. This was the freak show, but he knew to look closer now that he'd started to think this was all some dream. Sure enough, each of the 'freaks' had some grotesque or incredible sexual bent. Four tits. Massive balls. Ability to lift weights with their labia. Joey rushed himself through the room, and into the next.\n\nHe stopped dead, finding himself in a witch's hut, starting at a coven from behind. Three witches, one red headed, one brunette, one blonde were stirring a massive cauldron bubbling. He knew that had to witches from the cackling and their hats, but their bodies were right out of a porn studio and their clothes just a few artfully placed rags.\n\n\"Oh, what's the last ingredient?\" The redhead demanded. \n\n\"Seven loads of semen from a human man, pumped into a witches slutty holes and out into the potion,\" the blonde answered as the brunette turned to look at Joey hungrily.\n\nEven if wanted to run, Joey found the door behind him had disappeared.\n\nHe had no idea how long he was in that room. Every time he thought he might faint, the nuzzling lips or caress of massive tits brought him back to full wakefulness. Every time the trio coaxed another load of cum from his dick, either into a witch's mouth or cunt or ass, he found himself hard and ready to keep going minutes later. \n\nEventually, feeling himself coming to the end of his strength, Joey fucked one final blast of cum into the redheaded witch's toned behind while the blonde smothered his face in ther tits and the brunette teased his asshole with her fingers.\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" Joey said as he felt his knees give out.\n\n\"And that's seven!\" The blonde clapped with joy as her follow witch squatted over the cauldron and added the last ingredient. It turned a pure white and seemed to glow. \n\n\"Now, we have to thank you,\" the brunette kissed Joey on the cheek, and pressed her wand to his left ass cheek. \n\n\"Yes!\" Cried the blonde. \"You were such a good pet!\" She embraced him, kissed his forehead, and pressed her wand to his chest.\n\n\"I do hope to see you, and this cock, again,\" the redhead winked. She knelt down, kissed the tip of his cock, and pressed her wand to the skin just over his manhood.\n\n\"Huh?\" Joey said, before he collapsed.\n\n\n\n\nJoey woke slowly, sore in every single muscle. He felt like he'd been run over by a train and run a marathon, in that order. He lifted his head to find himself at the edge of the fair grounds, the whole place dark and closed, the sun just rising in the east. Three places hurt the worst, the spots the witches had placed their magic wands.\n\nIt wasn't until he staggered home and showered that Joey thought to check what gifts the witches had given him.\n\nOn his ass cheek was a raven, wings in flight, though the spread wings had something of a lewd aspect. On his chest was a snake eating its own tail, but the way its jaws bulged made Joey think of something else. And just over his cock was a little black witch's hat, the folds of the fabric a clear facsimile not just of a labia, but that particular witch's labia, which Joey had become intimately familiar with.\n\nIn his pocked was a small seal vial of glowing white liquid, and a note.\n\n*You truly are a fun human. Come back the next harvest moon and enjoy us again.\n\nThe witch's three.\n\nP. S. One drop of the potion will make your cock hard for three hours, and make your cum rather addictive to anyone who drinks it. Use it wisely... or don't, and let us know what happens*."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Usually any historical items would have curses. So it was a surprise to your group when you had suddenly had a raging erection after picking one up.
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"content": "\"S-sarah?\"\n\nMy cowoker, Emily, said on a scared tone, one you've seen in a fake jumpscare on a bad horror movie.\n\n\"Yes, Emily?\" I said, trying to mantain a profession tone.\n\n\"Y-your p-pants, th-there's a-\"\n\"A penis, yes, i've seen it.\"\n\"And it was c-\"\n\"Caused by the statue, yes.\"\n\nEmily is a 5'6 brunette, i met her when entering this expetidion about uncovering a dead religion that revolved around sex and breeding, with many drawing depicting oddly-female looking figures having intercouse. Now, if it was all the same style, id figure'd it be one dude wayyyyy ahead of his time, however, the fact that it was considerbly large was really interesting to me.\n\nOur team got pretty close of where the origins of said religion was, and besides the usual drawings and vases, nothing out of the ordinary. But, at the center of it was this weird statue of a woman with a hourglass figure and a huge erect cock. I gently grab it with my gloves and... and...\n\n..............I never noticed how Emily's c-sized boobs complemend her bubble butt. Wow, my cock is gonna explode.\n\n\"Sarah, you good?\"\n\n\"Yeah, i feel good\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An orc and an elf train together for a traditional race in which an orc runs an obstacle course while carrying an elf "captive". Needless to say, the post-race celebrations are pretty wild...
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"content": "\"Oh my gosh this is so delicious!\" Marcy moaned as she bit into the strawberry vanilla cupcake.\n\nThe icing was creamy and sweet without being overpowering. The cake the most moisture and fluffy she had ever experienced. It was her third visit to the Devil's Delight Cafe and she had loved every bite and every sip of everything she had tried. She had hesitated at first, most people had. Who would have suspected that a succubus run Cafe would be so successful?\n\nMonster races had become common since Dentria had been discovered. The gateways that allowed travel between the alternate dimension worked both ways and monster kind had spread to almost every country on Earth. Still there were some races, such as the demonic seeming succubi that humans tended not to trust. Of course this delicious food might change some minds.\n\n\"Oh God, Meliandra! How do you make these so good!\" Again moaning with pleasure Marcy spoke with a mouth full of the delicious cake. Taking a deep drink of her iced latte was almost as good as the cake. \"How is this so good!\"\n\n\"We bake everything with lust,\" Giggling the gorgeous ivory-skinned succubus squirmed delightedly beneath the praise. \n\nOf course half a dozen onlookers stared openly as the succubus clasped ehr hands together at her crotch abs blushed happily from the praise. As if subconsciously the motion pushed the succubus' enormous pale skinned breasts together forcing an even more lewd display of cleavage beneath the woman's skimpy apron. As she shook back and forth the unsupported breast flesh jiggled and wobbled enticingly even as the matchingly wide ass of the Hourglass figured woman rippled and bounced as well. It was a lewd sight that wouldn't have been out of place on a stripper but was oddly natural for the shy baker, perhaps only due to her succubus nnature.\n\nSuccubi came in a wide variety and the ivory-skinned blonde haired succubus was a rare sub-species. Crimson and cerulean succubi were far more common and most Terrans didn't even know that ivory skinned varieties existed. She shared most features with her sisters but had a few differences. Instead of jet black her horns were golden, and instead of black bat like wings she sported a feathered pair more reminiscint of an angel. However the rest of her body dispelled any innocence or purity that those angelic wings might give. \n\nMeliandra was short perhaps five feet and two inches but had curves for ages. Her massive melons were each bigger than her head and so wide that other than her wingspan they were wider than any other part of her body. The enormous melons were followed in a close second by her wide and fertile hips and plump posterior. Her legs were sexy with proportionally thick thighs and she practically oozed sex without even trying. And she could bake!\n\n\"Oh my god!\" Marcy licked her fingers to get the last of the icing from them. Little did she know the way she sucked and licked the digits was drawing male gaze. Honestly, even a porn actress couldn't have done it more sensually \"I'm going to get super fat if you stay in business. I've already put on five pounds!\"\n\nMarcy wasn't the only one loving the succubus cafés delicious and decadent treats. It had become the go to bakery for every cake, pastry, and muffin in town. The coffee was even spectacular and every morning there was a line of customers out the door waiting for lattes and cappuccinos. Honestly the treats were a bit too good. More than one woman in Marcy's spin class had been complaining about the extra weight they were putting on.\n\nOf course, most of the men in the town weren't complaining. While the ladies might be gaining weight it all seemed to be settling in very sexy places. More than one husband whose wife had become addicted to Melisandra's culinary confections had notice a new plumpness and firmness to his wife's tits and ass. This fact alone was half of the reason the cafe's business was booming as men, and sometimes women, scrambled buying sweets for their wives and girlfriends.\n\n\"Oh my god,\" Marcy was saying that a lot and blushed as she realized. She tried to calm herself. \"You gave to tell me the secret!\"\n\nMeliandra smiled and glanced around. While they were in a back corner of the shop eyes did often wander her way. The sexy succubus drew so many stares that wives should have been upset with their husbands for ogling the demonic beauty but they were too busy staring themselves. Blushing she shook her head shyly.\n\n\"I can't tell you that,\" Despite her shy and innocent nature Meliandra's voice was sultry and sexy. \"It's a secret!\"\n\n\"Come on Melia!\" Marcy begged, she was more than a customer she had been one of the first people to welcome the young succubus to the town. She felt like over the last few months they had become friends. \"You can trust me! I'm not going to tell anyone!\"\n\n\"I... I guess so...\" Meliandra glanced around nervously before leaning close. The motion gave Marcy an even better look down the apron and into the cavernous cleavage of the enormous pale breasts of the succubus. \"Well, you might have noticed all our milk is from glass bottles instead of milk cartons?\"\n\nMarcy nodded. She had noticed that. The popular lattes and cappuccinos all included generous portions of milk. Suddenly her mind caught up. A lot of baking used milk too. And the icing, wasn't that a buttercream? Was that it?\n\n\"You get fresh milk from a local dairy?\" Whispering her response Marcy glanced around. \"Is that the secret fresh local ingrediants.\"\n\n\"A little more local than that,\" Meliandra glanced around finding that for one rare moment she wasn’t being stared at. Reaching up she gripped her massive melons with her hands and jiggled them. Marcy's eyes widened and Meliandra nodded. \"Yep, succubi milk.\"\n\nThe sexy wink that Meliandra shot her as the bakery owner stood and moved to help her employee left Marcy stunned. She glanced at her half finished iced latte. She was drinking.. she had eaten... she... she... LIfting the cup to her lips she sucked on the straw drawing that sweet creamy liquid into her mouth and let out a moan. God she wanted another cupcake."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI]The 69 mile road was supposed to be a hoax. An urban legend. There's no way that driving down that road at 4:20 would cause anything remotely sexual to happen…
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"content": "The car stopped, abruptly enough that Bobby ended up having most of his torso up front. He caught a glimpse of Kitty with the length of her dress pulled up and her fingers slipping inside the wet crotch of her girdle- a brief flash of thought wondering what she’d taste like- before his face was grabbed and Todd’s lips pressed against his. Bobby moaned, opening his mouth and immediately matching the other young man’s hungry pace, the ridges of Todd’s glasses pressing into his skin; his hips rutted at the air, unable to maneuver them to press against anything with how he was balanced. \n\nThen he felt his belt being undone and his pants and briefs being pulled down as one- leaving his cock exposed to the open air, bobbing desperately- and then he felt hot breath ghosting over his cock. Betty. Her mouth was on him, the gagging of her virgin throat around just the tip of his cockhead only just covering the wet sounds coming from the direction of her pussy; rhythmic but at a fast tempo, so he could imagine how her fingers plunged desperately in and out of her sex.\n\nBetty bobbed her head, managing to take him just a little deeper, as Bobby’s hips jerked automatically- overwhelmed by the only touch he'd ever felt besides his own- choking her even as she moaned around his hard cock. Todd continued to move his lips, stroking and wrapping his tongue around Bobby’s own as he struggled to keep up while his brain was slowly sucked out through his dick. Then Todd’s hand grabbed his and moved it so that Bobby’s hand was stretched down towards Todd’s crotch, brushing against flesh. His fingers automatically grasped, half of it wrapping around the head of Todd’s huge dick and the other catching Kitty’s soft hand as it moved up and down his shaft.\n\nThey quickly fell into a rhythm, moving their hands together as Todd bucked into them, his kisses growing ever sloppier to match. Betty had finally gotten the whole of his cock down her throat and was now gripping his hips to give her more leverage.\n\nBobby was the first to cum- every muscle in his body tensing up- as Betty swallowed around him, drinking down as much as she could, before she had to pop off him to breathe, spilling the rest of his cum onto the floor. Not that it made a difference, as even while the incredible release of his orgasm spasmed through him, he knew he needed more; he was still hard with no sign of softening, and with no afterglow.\n\nRegaining control of his limbs, Bobby rubbed even harder up and down Todd’s precum coated shaft, squeezing around his cockhead, as his hips pistoned into the dual-fisted grip. They were barely even kissing anymore, more breathing and gasping into each other's mouths; Kitty muttered encouragement, the slick noises of her rubbing her wet clit being joined again by Betty's gasping yes’s and fingering noises. \n\nTodd came explosively- cum even spraying onto Bobby’s cheek- as Bobby bit the man's lower lip, hard, while his and Kitty’s hands began to move in opposite directions to squeeze around Todd’s base and tip at the same time.\n\n“Fuckkkk!” Kitty moaned as she came seconds after her husband, her hips bucking and body spasming against the seat. Bobby could hear a whine from behind him, making him wiggle himself free so he could turn to see Betty. Her skirt was hiked up around her hips, her shirt and bra piled next to her- exposing her pert, dark pink areolas, contrasted by her small, pale breasts heaving with her moans and frantic arm movements- and panties nowhere to be seen, lost somewhere on the dark floor. Legs spread, drawing the eye between them her lips, the trimmed wiry brown hair contrasting against the hot flushed pink of her inner labia and her hairless thighs. Betty’s face was ecstatic almost to the point of pain, as three fingers of her left hand pumped slickly in and out of her pussy and her right rubbed over her almost invisibly small clit.\n\n“Please, please! Bobby, I need you inside me, I'm so close!” Her wet hand shot out to grab at his sweater, desperately trying to pull him closer in the cramped space. Todd was out of his seat like a shot, opening the back door on his side- pants around his ankles- and motioning for Bobby to move towards him, saying,\n\n“Betty, doll, shuffle yourself over this way and your man here will be inside you before you can think.” The pair in the backseat moved quickly, sliding across the black leather seats until Betty’s ass hung off the seat with Bobby between her legs. Todd grabbed and hoisted Betty's ankles up and apart, positioning himself behind Bobby so the length of his hard cock rubbed against Bobby’s crack, letting him feel how it curved leftwards, as the opposite door opened and Kitty climbed inside. She was fully nude, her plump figure freed from her shapewear, breasts swaying as she maneuvered her shaved pussy over Betty’s mouth. The moment she was in range, Betty surged up to lick a long stripe from Kitty’s clit down to her dripping entrance, using her nimble fingers to spread the flesh aside so she could use her tongue to plunge inside, licking and sucking enthusiastically. Both of the young women moaning, Kitty used her one hand to rub her swollen clit and the fingers of her other hand played with her nipples, turning them stiff and sensitive."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An orc suddenly finds himself disturbingly popular with the ladies, when an elf sorceress casts a mysterious spell on his balls...
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"content": "Remy Stone sat on the toilet in the single occupancy bathroom, enjoying a moment of peace before the chaotic workday began. Just as he was about to exhale a sigh of relief, a knock echoed through the room.\n\n\"Occupied,\" he grunted, hoping whoever was on the other side would take the hint. But before he knew it, there was a sparkle of magic at the doorknob and the unmistakable click of the lock unlocking. Remy's eyes widened as the door swung open, and he scrambled to cover himself with his hands.\n\n\"Hey, what the fuck—?\" he started, but his words trailed off as he saw who had barged in.\n\nEva Brightwood, the stunning elf financial advisor he had been secretly eyeing, stood in the doorway, locking the door behind her. Remy's heart raced as he tried to regain his composure.\n\n\"Sorry, this is awkward,\" Eva said, her voice smooth and confident. \"But Nora Starfall really wanted to thank you for standing up for her and Ruby the other night.\"\n\nRemy furrowed his brow in confusion. \"What?\"\n\n\"At the club, you helped them,\" Eva continued, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. \"So Nora wanted to do something for you, and she figured she could combine it with her birthday present for me.\"\n\nRemy's mind reeled as he tried to process the unexpected turn of events. \"What are you talking about, Eva?\"\n\n\"Nora cast a spell,\" Eva said, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. \"So, for the next twenty minutes, swallowing your cum will help me with... ah... something I've been complaining about.\"\n\nRemy's mouth hung open in shock. \"Wait, what?\"\n\nEva's fingers deftly undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing the swell of her breasts barely contained by her lace bra. She sank to her knees in front of Remy, her amber eyes locking onto his. \"If that's okay with you?\" she breathed, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.\n\nRemy's breath caught in his throat as he nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the enchanting sight before him. Eva's lips parted, and she leaned in, trailing soft, teasing kisses along the length of Remy's cock. Her tongue flicked out to taste him, and Remy's head fell back as a low groan escaped his lips.\n\nEva's mouth enveloped him, her lips creating a tight, wet heat that sent shivers of pleasure racing through Remy's body. She worked him with skill and enthusiasm, her head bobbing rhythmically as she took him deeper and deeper. The slurping sounds filled the small bathroom, blending with Remy's ragged breaths and the pounding of his heart.\n\nThe pressure built, and Remy's grip tightened on the edge of the toilet seat. He gasped Eva's name, his hips lifting involuntarily as he tumbled over the edge of ecstasy. With a guttural moan, he released himself into Eva's waiting mouth, his body trembling with the force of his release.\n\nEva swallowed, her eyes locking with Remy's as a mischievous smile played on her lips. As Remy's breathing slowly steadied, Eva's gaze dropped to her chest. A gasp of surprise escaped her as she watched her petite breasts begin to swell and grow, straining against the confines of her bra until it finally burst, setting her curves free.\n\nShe squealed with delight, her eyes sparkling with joy as she looked down at herself. \"Hmm, this could be a problem,\" she mused, stretching her now too-tight shirt. \"Can I borrow your blazer?\"\n\nStill coming down from his orgasm, Remy blinked in disbelief. \"Um, ok. Hey, would you, maybe, like to get dinner some time?\"\n\nEva flashed him a coy smile as she buttoned up the borrowed blazer. \"I think that could be arranged.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: there’s been some ocasional cases of people disappearing only to stumble back to the village with half their clothes if any and their legs shaking. They all come from the castle at the far mountain which usually seems to whistle with the wind. You an adventurer decide to investigate.
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"content": "I gasped and rushed ahead on the trail, dead leaves crunching under my feet as I fell to my knees to catch the poor, weak woman trudging back toward town. She collapsed right in my arms as I reached her, nothing but a tattered shirt barely clinging to her. A long tear exposed one of her round, full breasts to the icy wind while her whole body shivered. Just like all the others who had wandered back to town in a daze, her legs shook uncontrollably, her knees constantly ready to buckle.\n\nI couldn't help but admire her incredible curves and mouth-watering, smooth pussy as I helped her to her feet. Her thigh muscles spasmed as she took another unsteady step and nearly fell, but I steadied her and she continued her slow, wobbly march back to town.\n\nHow many had I already passed on the way to the castle? Three? Four? Then there were the ones that had arrived in town a couple nights ago. Men and women alike, always missing most or all of their clothing, always in a distant, zoned-out state with shaky legs and weak knees.\n\nMy next encounter was with a nude man, his balls completely shriveled into his crotch trying to protect the goods from the cold autumn wind while his knees shook and milky cum oozed from the tip of his cock. Each of his belabored steps felt tentative and unsure, and he didn't even glance at me as we passed.\n\nThe faint whistling sound radiated out from one of the castle's towers up ahead and my heart raced. I picked up my pace while my mind pondered what could be causing the whistling sound. A siren? An open window? Whatever it was surely had to be responsible for the people disappearing from their own beds at night.\n\nNo one else passed me on the road to the castle, and just as the sun was beginning to set I found myself standing at the castle gate. It was open, but still I hesitated, hiding in the bushes nearby and taking in the situation. The castle was dark, probably covered in pitch at one point hundreds of years ago. The large stones making up the outer wall were roughly hewn but firmly mortared in place. The main entrance path snaked around a bend, presumably into the castle's keep where I hoped to find a way up to the whistling tower.\n\nI checked my supplies. Sword. Dagger. Wooden cross. Stake. Garlic. Holy water. Prayer scrolls. Salt. Mirror. Flint and steel. I took a deep breath and gazed at the dirt path on the other side of the wall. I couldn't imagine what enchantments, creatures, or dangers I might face. In my many years of hunting monsters and slaying evil threats, I had learned never to get comfortable. Every encounter had to be as novel as my first, or I'd die.\n\nI got to my feet and brushed myself off before approaching the arched entryway through the wall. After taking a moment to breathe and gather my wits, I took the step across the threshold and waited.\n\nNothing happened.\n\nThe whistling from the tower sounded a bit more like howling wind, but otherwise nothing had changed. I followed the path around to the inner gate and once again stepped through expecting *something* to happen.\n\nNothing.\n\nWas something in my supplies making me immune to whatever magic had drawn in the many townsfolk who disappeared each week? I began to wonder if perhaps every citizen just needed a personal supply of holy water and salt but then I froze. A truly stunning woman in a long gown was descending a flight of stone steps into the inner keep, her dark hair flowing in the gentle breeze while the dress fluttered and flapped behind her. The top was hardly two lengths of sheer fabric draped over her breasts and shoulders, her hard nipples clearly visible as they pressed valiantly against the attempt to conceal them. The lower portion was silky and loose, billowing as an updraft caught it and lifted the hemline to reveal her slender, curvy legs. The dress dropped before I could tell what she wore underneath, but I suspected it was nothing, given the appearance of her top half.\n\nMy heart raced as she reached the bottom step. I felt my mouth filling with drool begging to be released and I gulped it down only to feel a cool spot of precum against my abdomen. My eyes widened as I realized I was already erect but I couldn't pull my gaze away from her. She beckoned me with a single beautiful finger and I began to walk toward her, only half aware of my own actions. The whistling in the air no longer sounded like wind howling across an open window, it sounded like the long, sighing moans of orgasm, constantly singing praises to the pleasures of sex.\n\nMy senses shut down one by one as I followed her up the steps. At some point I realized I had tunnel vision and the only thing I could see clearly was her body, vivid and luscious, full of delightful curves and soft places to grab and hold. She led me to a room my brain couldn't perceive and she *touched* me, setting my heart on fire as my clothes seemed to burn away to nothing. I felt the cool, sensual touch of her nipples on my chest as she embraced me, her soft skin melting against mine as I collapsed into her, wrapping my arms around her to let my fingers wander over her perfect, velvety back. She let out a humming chuckle as I found her cool, soft ass cheeks and grabbed, drool dripping from the corners of my grinning mouth as I leaned my head back and gazed up at nothing at all.\n\nI felt myself leaning back at a gentle angle against a hard surface. She took my hands and intertwined our fingers, extending my arms and pressing her body against mine. She kissed my neck sensually as a strap encircled each of my wrists and ankles. My cock was getting hard, and I felt it lifting between her legs into the warmth of her pussy slit, stroking through her wet juices just before she pulled her body away smiling.\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Emily stepped outside, wrapped in only a towel after her morning shower. She was only coming out to check the mail, why should she bother getting dressed? She turned pale as she heard the click of her front door locking behind her, and worse still, her towel was caught…
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"content": "I was walking past the front door when some motion caught my eye. Mrs. Wilson was on her front porch in a towel. \n\nI am not too proud to say, whatever Mrs. Wilson was doing, I want to watch. I have never seen a better definition of a MILF in my life. Long blonde hair. Big full lips. Huge tits that she loves showing cleavage on. Hips and ass that defy logic. \n\nYes. Mrs. Wilson is a regular in my spank bank. \n\nI watch as she tries to bend down to pick up an Amazon package. It looks like the towel is caught in the door because she lurches and then looses the towel all together. \n\nThe boobs I have dreamed of - free and jiggling about as she stumbles on the porch. \n\nShe looks around - shrugs - and then pulls hard on the towel. It is stuck in the door. She fights with for a bit and then gives up. She wraps herself up as best as she can - standing tight to the door. \n\nI grab a pair of scissors and head across the street. \n\n“You stuck?” I say with a smirk. \n\n“Oh, Tommy. Thank goodness. Yes. My towel is stuck in the door and the door is locked.”\n\n“No problem. I can cut the towel for you,” I said as I walked up the porch. \n\nMrs. Wilson was so tight to the door that I didn’t have enough room to cut the towel. \n\n“I need a little slack to work with,” I said apologetically. She unwrapped herself a little. I had an up close view of her magnificent, tight, bubble butt as I cut the towel. \n\nShe wrapped herself up again - as best as she could - with the cut towel. The cut portion revealed from her hip all the way up to her armpit. \n\n“Do you have your phone on you?” Mrs. Wilson asked. \n\n“It’s back at the house. Why don’t you come over and make your call. No point in waiting out here in your towel,” I suggested. \n\nShe nodded. We walked over to my house. Her towel revealing her ass as she walked. By time we got to my house I was hard as a rock. \n\nI let her in and handed her my phone. \n\n“Tim, Tim, I am locked out of the house. I am over at the Stevenson’s. There son, Tommy, let me use his phone. I need you to come let me into the house. Well how long are you going to be? Two hours? I am in a towel! I know that doesn’t make your meetings go away. Fine. Fine.”\n\nShe hung up. \n\n“He will be a couple of hours,” she said dejectedly. \n\n“You can stay here,” I offered. She gave me a smile. I swear I saw her checking out the bulge in my pants. “Have a seat,” I said pointing to the living room. “I will get you an iced tea.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] what are some of your fantasy world prompts? general fantasy world or DnD type thing... doesn't matter. Just that there's fantasy creatures or magic or things like that
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"content": "**A Hero's Reward:** After saving the kingdom, our hero receives not the princess' hand in marriage, but her body in bed.\n\n**The Immortal King (incest):** The king of a human land is an elf or demigod, incredibly long-lived. His harem in the present are the daughters (and granddaughters, and so forth) he has had with his original companions.\n\n**Children of the Goddess:** A temple dedicated to a goddess (blind justice? fair love? fertility?) has a popular festival: everyone comes to the temple, which is rendered in utter darkness (or the visitors are given magical blindness, or even magical face-blindness), and a night of anonymous debauchery ensues. Any children conceived are considered 'children of the goddess' and raised by the church."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a tomboy agrees to carry a child for her friend, she's embarrassed to admit the breeding and pregnancy kink she can feel growing in her...
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"content": "It's been a week since my wife suggested this to her friend and she seems to have finally decided if she'll do it and since she asked to meet in person, I guess she’s going to agree. \r \nWonder what they’ve discussed so far… \r \n\r \nJust as I thought about preparing some drinks, the doorbell rings so I usher her in instead then head to the kitchen as she sits on the couch. \r \n“Can I get anything for you to drink? Coffee? Tea?”\r \nI check the fridge as I ask “We have apple juice too” \r \n\r \nFrom across the hall I hear “Just water’s fine” so I bring out two glasses of cold water and place them on the table.\r \n\r \n“So, I’m guessing you’ll do it?” \r \nCradling the glass, she murmurs a “yeah…” then takes a sip before continuing “um… I’d prefer if we did it at my place or we can do it now too”\r \n\r \nCocking an eyebrow, I asked somewhat confused “do it now?”\r \n\r \n“Yeah” she answered, gulping down the rest of the water so she could grab a pillow to hug. “or… do you think Emily would prefer to be here? That would be quite embarrassing though” \r \n\r \nStill confused, I lean back as I answer“Emily definitely doesn’t need to be here for it”\r \n\r \nPeeking over the pillow she’s hugging she murmurs almost too soft to “Okay… then… should we head to the room?”\r \n\r \nIt was then that it clicked, wait, she thinks we’re having sex… \r \n\r \n(lol nothing spicy but this is what I whipped up, got to head off, will write more tomorrow)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An accident with a cloning potion causes a busty, boy crazy bimbo and an athletic tomboy to permanently take on each other's traits...
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"content": "\"Shae! You moron!\" Denise quickly snatched the beaker from her dense lab partner and scowled with wide, terrified eyes. \"This is how disturbing, horrific accidents happen!\"\n\nShae chuckled nervously, her perfect, golden blond hair bouncing softly around her intensely painted face. She fluttered her fake eyelashes and shrugged, squeezing her breasts together to create a grand canyon of cleavage beneath the half-buttoned-up shirt struggling to contain her bust. \"Sorry,\" she sang. \"What did I do wrong though?\" She laughed. \"It says here two tablespoons of...\"\n\n\"Idiot! That's *teaspoons* not tablespoons!\" Denise stared into the neon pink concoction, watching menacing bubbles slowly begin to rise from the base of the glass flask as the excess trait stabilizer swirled around in dense, black clouds.\n\n\"Oh,\" Shae said, lowering her voice. \"So... at least it didn't explode like last time.\" She grinned nervously and leaned away from Denise whose nose was scrunching up from the stench.\n\n\"You *definitely* ruined it,\" she said, nearly retching.\n\nShae stood up, resolved to help rectify her mistake. Her high heels clopped noisily on the hard lab floor while her short skirt clung to her lower back, showing off a nice view of her naked ass. She *never* wore panties under her skirts. It made quick hookups between classes *much* easier. She had never seen Denise with any boys though, despite the fact that she played on several coed sports teams. Not that boys would *want* to be with her. She had a flat chest and *no* personality at all. The only things she had going for her were rock hard abs, a slim waist, and a fantastic ass, which she always hid beneath baggy clothes.\n\nDespite her reputation as a boy-crazy slut, Shae had to admit she'd always been turned on by Denise's boyish qualities and strong, aggressive personality, and she hated that Denise thought she was so stupid. She quickly reached for the beaker. \"I'll take it to the disposal station,\" she said smiling, pulling hard on the bottle.\n\n\"No!\" Denise cried out, her tight grip on the bottle causing the whole glass container to snap out of their grasp and spin end over end between them. Their failed potion began to pour out from the neck in large arcs, splashing on both of their faces and bodies on the way down to the ground. They each took fumbling swipes at it, knocking their heads together and making multiple clumsy dives to no avail.\n\nThe high strength glass bounced spectacularly when it hit the hard floor, and not far behind the bottle were the two girls falling to their knees. The potent potion hissed and steamed on their skin everywhere it had landed, but at the critical moment of absorption Shae's attraction to Denise's boy-like qualities overwhelmed her and she leaned in for a kiss.\n\nDenise was too stunned to react. She just froze as Shae locked lips with her and pulled a long, sensual kiss out of nowhere. Before their lips separated Denise felt a warm tingle in her breasts and quickly glanced down to see her bust pushing her lose sweatshirt away from her shoulders. Her eyes bugged out as she looked at Shae's chest which had mellowed out to a more reasonable size.\n\nShae grabbed violently at her breasts and gasped, her wide eyes snapping to Denise's shocked gaze. Denise put a finger to her lips and felt the gooey, thick film left behind by the potion's reaction with their skin.\n\n\"Your kiss...\" Denise muttered. \"You kissed my lips while the potion reacted... Some of our traits must have...\" She felt the pang of desire in her groin, wanting desperately to have someone or *something* inside of her. She furrowed her brow at Shae. \"Do you *always* feel like this?\"\n\n\"How?\" Shae asked defensively.\n\nDenise looked down at her crotch and back up at Shae. \"Like you *need* to... you know...\"\n\nShae smiled. \"And do *you* always feel this excited about boobs?\" She fondled her own breasts, half the size of what they had been but still substantial enough to bounce and grab.\n\nThey both froze when someone off to the side groaned. They looked to the side and saw an insanely hot man with a massive schlong sitting up and rubbing his head. \"What happened?\" he moaned, looking around.\n\nAnother sigh to their other side had them snapping their necks to take in an obviously effeminate young man with sharp eyes and sweeping bangs also sitting up and holding the back of his neck.\n\nThe girls looked at each other and gasped. \"They're us!\" Denise breathed.\n\n\"But guys...\" Shae added, bewildered. They both looked at the freshly cloned men and assessed the situation. They were each feeling just half of the sex drive Shae had before, but that was plenty to push Denise well out of what had once been her comfort zone.\n\nDenise was the first to remove clothing, starting with her oversized sweatshirt.\n\nShae stared. If she'd had a lady crush on Denise before, she was fully lusting for her now. She quickly began unbuttoning the few buttons still keeping her shirt closed while she watched Denise sliding out of her sweatpants revealing a *very* sexy bit of thong underwear beneath. Now Shae could see that she had one of the most perfect figures she'd ever seen. Flat but soft abs, a perfectly round, juicy ass, perky tits that hung gently from a confident chest, and long curvy legs protruding from hips that would drive *anyone* wild.\n\nShae's own body had taken on enough of Denise's athletic traits that the two of them now had extremely similar builds. She felt strong and powerful while still rocking an absolutely stunning figure and it made her wildly horny. The moment she had her top off she dove at Denise and gently tackled her to the hard floor, viscous goo from the mostly evaporated potion lubricating their contact with the smooth, hard floor of the lab. They kissed passionately while Denise explored beneath Shae's skirt and found her smooth pussy. Shae breathed in sharply when she felt Denise's cold fingers on her hot labia and fully gasped through their kiss when a finger slipped into the slit and rubbed against her swollen clit.\n\nDenise tried to sit up, hunching her shoulders and pressing into Shae's kiss while she held a hand at her crotch and used another to prop their bodies off the cold floor. Suddenly she felt warm hands on her neck and her hair was pulled aside. The effeminate clone moved in and kissed her shoulder sensually while positioning himself on the floor behind her like the back of a chair to lean against. She watched the muscular man with the massive dong crawl between Shae's legs and grab her ass in his sausage fingers, burying his face in the crack between her plump cheeks.\n\nShae moaned into their kiss as the guy between her legs probed her asshole with his long, powerful tongue. She got to her knees and opened wide to give him easier access while Denise's tongue writhed in her mouth. The two were both moaning, the backrest clone having reached around to finger Denise while the clone with the giant dick prepared himself to take Shae from behind. Denise continued to rub Shae's clit and the man behind her brought his hips to her thighs and rubbed his long cock along her dripping pussy.\n\nDenise released the kiss and cried out as the clone rubbing her clit brought her to orgasm. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt the waves of pleasure pulsing through her groin but she moaned and yelled obscenities while Shae laughed and lowered her head to suck one of her nipples. Denise squirmed and shook and watched Shae's eyes bulge as the clone behind her inserted the head of his excessively fat cock into her tight pussy. She let out a long sigh as he slid it deeper inside, feeling his girth stretching her with each new inch of shaft.\n\nThe effeminate clone lifted Denise's ass off the floor and slid beneath her, letting her slip his average sized cock inside her throbbing pussy so she could ride him. Shae moved to sucking and nibbling on the other nipple while Denise began to grind, reaching beneath Shae to grab one of her tits and squeeze, enjoying the way the delightfully fatty mass filled her hand.\n\nShae bit down a little hard on one of Denise's nipples as the huge cock rammed against her cervix and both of the girls cried out at the same time. Shae groaned and sucked most of the tit into her mouth while he began thrusting, the long shaft sliding tightly in and out while her eyes rolled into the back of her head with delight. The speed of the thrusts increased while Denise's grinding grew more intense and soon they were both building toward an intense orgasm, their moans feeding into each other's pleasure.\n\nDenise lifted Shae's face to hers, hunching her shoulders while Shae craned her neck. They kissed and moaned together while their sensitive pussies clamped down hard on their respective cocks and began to pulse, waves of delight rushing through their bodies as their legs twitched and their spines shuddered.\n\nAt the same time, the men groaned and grunted, the intense double orgasm between the girls causing them to burst. Both of their cocks jumped and exploded inside of the girls, pumping and twitching, filling them with hot, thick loads of cum. The lab was filled with deep, gasping breaths and long, shuddering moans as the girls and their wrong-gender clones experienced a toe-curling quadruple orgasm. They all continued to twitch and writhe gently against each other for several minutes, the girls kissing while the guys ran their hands over the perfect female forms they were conjoined with. Thick cum dripped and oozed its way to the already messy floor.\n\nEventually the girls stopped kissing and looked around the bright, empty lab.\n\n\"What do we do with these guys?\" Shae asked, adding in a devious whisper, \"I wanna keep them!\"\n\nDenise smiled. \"Oh we're *definitely* keeping them. I think we're going to need to get an apartment though. I don't think we're allowed to have pets in the dorms.\" They laughed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where succubi/incubi shapeshift into their targets subconscious desire, summoning one may lead you to discovering things about yourself.
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"content": "Before I went over to Ryan's house, I made sure to put on my tiniest little black denim short shorts, the ones that could barely squeeze over my wide hips and which let the round lobes of my ass hang out. They made my long tanned legs look awesome, and they were great for teasing boys. Ryan's sexual energy was going to be delicious, and getting a bit of a show was one of the benefits of having a succubus over for game night! I squeezed my giant tits into a halter top that left my midriff completely bare, and I tucked my wings away into tattoos on my back, just for ease of movement inside. The horns and tail, I kept. I tied my long and silky red hair into a high ponytail, and I slipped into the 5-in high heel sneakers that I'd gotten for my birthday. I only ever wore heels, but it was nice to have sneakers that fit, and they were great for my Harley Quinn cosplays.\n\nRyan goggled at me at the door, just like I expected, and that was pretty fun. We were hanging out before anyone else came over, and I was eagerly soaking up all of the lust that was coming off of him in waves. They thought I might give him a quick blowie, just for a snack and to give him a little relief, but then I felt an unexpected tightness in my shorts... I shifted my legs, but I could feel that something was growing there. I hadn't been paying attention, and I'd let my sheep shifting abilities run a little wild. It seemed like Ryan had a specific sort of fantasy running around his subconscious...\n\n\"Ryan!\" I said, smiling broadly, squeezing my melon sized tits together between my arms. \"You seem really horny today!\"\n\nHe ran a hand through his dark hair. \"Can you blame me, Blaze? We all know you do this shit on purpose! You practically gave me a lap dance when I showed you that video on my phone...\"\n\nI've blushed a bit, smiling and running my tongue over my teeth. He wasn't wrong. I hadn't really needed to sit in his lap to watch the video, and I certainly didn't need to wiggle so much... Still though, it was nice to feel his bulge on my rump, and it was nice to feel just how horny he was getting. \"Well, you're right. Tell you what? How about a blowjob?\"\n\nIt was Ryan's turn to blush, and the look of hope on his face was delightful! \"Really?\" He asked.\n\n\"Mmmhmm...\" I hummed, casually, as I started to fasten the button on my jeans.\n\nRyan's face registered a look of slight confusion, as he saw me messing with my pants, but I could feel from his sexual thoughts that he figured I'd be masturbating while I sucked him off. Most days, he would have been right. Today though, I let my brand new thick and heavy 8-in cock pop out of my fly. It was just above my pussy and already hard, It was hefty and dark pink, And it was achingly erect...\n\nRyan's blush deepened, as he saw my cock pop out, and I noticed the way his eyes seemed to follow it, even as he protested. \"Oh! Hey... I thought you'd be giving me the blowjob... I didn't think... I didn't think you'd, like, just grow a cock or something.\"\n\nI locked eyes with him, and I smiled deviously, raising an eyebrow. \"Here's the thing. *I* didn't think I'd just grow a cock either... I was letting my mind wander. I wasn't fully controlling my shape-shifting. So I just went and transformed into *someone's* desires... And you're the only one here.\" I gave my dick a gentle stroke, as I stared Ryan down.\n\n\"I don't... You can't just...\" He spluttered and seemed to be searching for words, as his eyes started around the room. \"Why would I want to suck a cock?\" He looked at my crotch again, with my thick and a lovely cock jutting up from my pants, framed by my wide feminine hips and my luscious thighs, his eyes following the way the tip of it pointed to my big, soft, heavy breasts, and he roamed over the surface of it with his gaze. He was practically hypnotized, even if he didn't want to admit it. \"I'm... I'm not gay or anything,\"\n\nI shrugged, making both my tits and my cock bounce. \"There's nothing gay about sucking a girl's cock.. It's just something I think you want to do. In fact, I think it's something that your libido is practically screaming for...\" I purred at him, stupid and started to walk closer, My hand gently cradling and softly rubbing my cock, as I approached him. \"I'll tell you what though... I guess you don't have to. I could just put this away, or maybe shapeshift it away, and just *never bring this up again...*\" A flicker in his eyes. \"Maybe, instead of you getting your lips around my luscious little futacock here, I'll just never bring this up again... Even as hot as it would be for you to suck me off... I mean, just imagining it!\" I gave a shudder, my whole body shaking, as I theatrically closed my eyes and imagined the fantasy of getting a blowjob from my ever so dicknotized friend...\n\nHe kept staring at it, but he didn't say anything.\n\n\"Well, never mind then. My mistake.\" I said, as I started to try to close my pants around my hard cock, turning away, slightly, as I did.\n\n\"Wait!\" He said, making me pause in my tracks. I tried to keep a straight face, as I raised my eyebrows in apparent curiosity. \"I... I could do it... If you want me to, but only if you do me first?\"\n\nI giggled a little. Then I waited a beat. \"I'll do you *after*.\" I waited another beat, as he stared but didn't answer. \"No? All right. Never mind then...\" And I started to turn to put my cock away.\n\n\"No!\" He shouted. \"I'll... I'll do you first. If.... If I have to. You know, if you want it...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: having a genetically blank body to modify is every genetic scientist’s dream and you used it to create the perfect free use fuck doll you could make for yourself. Always wanting to be naked, always horny, always willing, always teasing and into rp… but once you finish it… you realized…
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"content": "\"so you see, you're... Like me. But I created you\".\n\nYour androgynous but unmistakenly sexy self stood dazed in front of.your with a smile. It had all of your recognizable characteristics yet displayed a greedy array of both male and female sexual attributes.\n\nA concerted frown of processing flashed over your new homunculus's eyes, only for a flirty grin to break out. They stuck their tongue out and pulled their best ahegao face they could.\n\n\"Ahhhh, hehehhe\" they giggled. \n\nPerhaps unsatisfied with your concern to their fragrant ignoring of your explanation, they doubled down in their horny look.\n\nThey hooked their fingers into cheeks, and bubbles spit up over their tongue.\n\"AUuuhhhhhh\" came a uniquely slutty sound. \"Shut up and fuck my hrrroooaaaat tehe ~\"\n\nYou reflexively recoiled your hand but it was caught by your organic fuckdolls own hand. It pulled you in and had you feel its bulging femcock whilst licking up your neck.\n\n\"If you really did make me to fuck, then I want you to fuck me. Fuck all of me. It's what I'm good for, no?\"\n\nGripping their hand around yours on their cock, they maneuvered both your hands under their pants.\n\n\"I'll make this easy for you. I'm going to get bratty, like a real proper naughty little hoe, and you're going to abuse me. I. Want. That. Cock. Making. Me. Gag.\"\n\nThe intensity of their eyes would intimidate you if you weren't already falling into a desperately horny trance.\n\n\"Shove my pretty little face into your asshole, let me be your butt slut. Eat my ass up. I don't care. Just me me feel nasty.\"\n\nThey pulled your hand up from their cock, locked eyes on you, and spat out the stringy, horny spit of a nympho all over your hand. \"Slap me Master.\"\n\nYou waiver as your look into their lusting eyes. They take your hand into theirs and bring it across your face with a ~THRAWT~. Their salvia sprayed across their cheek as the hand hand print began to glow.\n\n\"Ooo, oo yes thank you Master. Or I guess you're technically my daddy, huh? Is that what you want me to call you- Daddy?\"\n\nThey gripped you even tighter and pulled you towards a nearby lounge. They put their own hands around their neck and squeaked through their light choking: \"I'll show you how I like it. Now fuck me like you own me!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Post Nut Charity. An orgy, that raises money, to help those in need!
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"content": "The PNC accepts two kinds of donation: Cash, and service. The former is rather straightforward. You pay $500,000 a plate, and in return, you get a lovely meal, followed by twelve hours of absolute debauchery, in an environment where all 'service-donours' are freeuse. The latter group consist of young, attractive, experienced, and extremely submissive individuals, who go through a battery of psychological, and psychiatric tests, followed by three weeks of intense training in sexual service, posture, british butlery, and all forms of Sadomasochism. To be accepted was the highest honour. \n\nThe PNC Gala, by custom, featured 200 guests, and 300 freeuse servants. The $100,000,000 dollars all went to a good cause of course: Medical treatment for STIs in vulnerable communities. \n\nAngela had attended twice before, as her sugar daddy's special guest. He forked over the extra $500k, so she could enjoy the masterful touch of the Maidservant alongside him, feeling her gently suck, and tongue her clit, while 'Master Brown' caned her from behind. She didn't so much as flinch, the girl was a true professional. \n\nThat was then, and this was now. The sugar had dried up, and if Angela was to attend again, she would be doing so naked, save for a slave's collar, and locked-on heels, with a tray of entrées in one hand, and the words \"Free Use\" tattooed over her cunt. The prospect had her even wetter, than attending the first two times had. \n\nToday was the first day of training, and Angela had never been so thoroughly sore in her life. She walked five miles in 6-inch stillettos, while carrying two dishes on each arm, and having to maintain perfect posture the entire time. If she slouched for an instant, she had to start over. If she dropped anything, or stopped without permission, she had to submit to tenty strokes of the cane, followed by starting over. Her feet were severely swollen, such that she physically couldn't remove her heels, even after she was unlocked. Her arse was as red as her hair, her arms ached from carrying things for 14 straight hours, and her calves and thighs may as well have run a marathon entirely up hill in ballet boots, for the searing pain in them. She retired to her bunk, in the dorm she shared with three other girls, and was ready to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, *but* \n\n\"Angela Hepburn? A word.\" She knew the voice instantly, though she hadn't heard it for a year. It was the girl who'd worshipped her cunt so ravenously the last time she attended, and the tone in her voice made it clear she remembered the encounter just as well. \n\n\"Yes, ma'am?\" Angela replied. \"You will address me as Goddess Valencia, unless given permission to do otherwise, understood?\", \"Yes Valencia.\", \"Good. Come with me.\" And with great difficulty, Angela rose to her feet, sashayed in a practiced manner to Goddess Valencia's office, on her aching soles, and kneeled before her desk, awaiting further instruction. \n\n----\n\nWill come back and finish this later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: after her/his party abandoned them the monster takes them.
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"content": "She awoke with a start - bolting upright. Her hands jumped to her bare stomach in search of the wound she was positive had been there. She blinked in confusion as her fingers slid gracefully over her stomach. She didn't remember disrobing. She didn't remember coming here. Where was she?\n\nShe scanned the room. It was large, cut out from what looked like cooled volcanic activity and, in the corner, contained a small rock pillar with a small bowl carved into the top. Two torches lined the walls, casting light in all directions, and causing the water in the stone pillar to glisten.\n\nHer bed was formed from another piece of rock, although covered with hay and horse hair for comfort. She swung her legs from under the blanket to discover she was completely naked.\n\nThe stone floor was cold underfoot as she walked over to the pillar. She shivered slightly with cold as she looked at her reflection in the water. She looked refreshed, and healthy. Well - as healthy as any Tiefling looked. Her red skin gleamed with colour, the bags under her purple eyes had vanished. Her hair was clean, messy but it still extenuated her horns well. She smiled briefly, happy that she was alive.\n\nThe big wooden door opened with a loud scratching. She spun around, immediately switching to a fighting stance thanks to her years of adventuring. Behind the door - stood a man. A man she recognized. A man who had thrust his short sword deep into her guts. She set herself, ready for combat.\n\n\"Oh...You're awake.\" The man looked unfazed at her combat readiness. \"Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you.\" He took a seat on the bed.\n\nShe slowly relaxed, taking him in. He was fairly tall for a elf. His brown skin and beautiful silver hair framed his handsome timeless features. His glistening green eyes drawing her into his gaze. Had he always looked like this?\n\n\"Your party left you.\" His words floated through the air. \"Not long after you passed out.\" A sharp anger rose through her chest and flushed her cheeks. \"Now, I'm here to prepare you. For the master.\" He said.\n\n\"Excuse me?\" She sounded distraught. \"For who?\"\n\n\"Oh - did you think *I* was the monster you were sent to kill?\" His laugh echoed around the room. \"Oh no...I work for The Bearkin King.\" Confusion etches itself on her face as the elf steps forward, and gently whispers in her ear: \"He wants you. Be a good girl now and do as we say.\" \n\nHis words wind their way into her skull. A small smile stretches across her face as her hatred, confusion and disgust fade away. Her mind empties of thoughts, except one. *Be a good slut for the Bearkin King.*\n\nSatisfied, the elf leads the Tiefling through a series of corridors and rooms until they are in a fairly large, mostly empty room, with a single bed in the middle. The elf instructs the Tiefling to lie down on the bed. In her addled state, she complies, even when ordered to lift her legs and hold her knees close to her.\n\nShe is left alone with her altered thoughts, of desire and anticipation. Her vagina slickens with her arousal as the door opens and a figure steps in. \n\nThe figure is tall and bulky. He strides with purpose towards the Tiefling, pausing to take her in, before kneeling in front of her. \n\nHis long rough tongue laps at her slick folds. Spikes of pleasure erupt throughout the Tiefling's body, pooling in her abdomen, as his tongue explores her folds. A pleasurable moan erupts from her as his tongue flicks at her clit, and a thick finger slips inside her.\n\nShe screams with pleasure as the tongue continues to stimulate her clit and the finger works its way in and out of her. Her pleasure explodes as another flick of her clit and curl of the finger sends her crashing explosively over the edge. She shakes as the orgasm rips through her body and a stream of clear liquid slowly leaks from her, and into the monster's mouth. \n\nThe shaking subsided as the monster removed his tongue and finger from her body. He stood up, stepped closer and slowly rubbed the head of his cock against her. It was thick. Thicker than she thought possible. The thought of taking him in....made her slicker than ever.\n\nAs the thoughts crossed her mind, he slowly pushed himself into her. To her surprise, she stretched to accommodate him. Pleasure rippled from her opening as he continued to insert himself, slowly stretching her to her breaking point.\n\nMoans erupt from her as he starts to fuck her. Slowly withdrawing himself, before pushing himself deep in her again and again. The pleasure spikes through her with every movement, slowly turning her moans into one long drawl of pleasure. Her thoughts stop as the pleasure of his thick cock overtakes her. \n\nOrgasms shake through her multiple times as he speeds up, basking in his own pleasure - his own orgasm building. He removes her hold on her legs, and takes over, watching her breasts bounce with his thrusts. Her arms fall to the bed, the pleasure pushing out all other needs and thoughts. \n\nThe monster grunts, pushes deep into the Tiefling. His cock pulsates in her, spewing hot white cum deep into her womb. Her stomach bulges as he continues to pump sticky cum into her.\n\nHe traces the belly as he slowly pulls out of her. Once he is free, his cum drips from her stretched vagina in a near constant stream. He grunts, turns and leaves the room - leaving the Tiefling panting, leaking and nearly mindless.\n\n\"Leave it. The whore will be useless for a few hours, at least. Then - we all get her ass.\" The elf stated as he walked into the room, and surveyed the broken Tiefling. His hand slowly caressed her breast as he looked her over. \"Oh, the fun we'll have.\"\n\n---\n\nI hope you enjoyed this! I had a blast writing it! \n\nDo let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you spot a way to improve! Thanks!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A succubus delivery girl is happy to take sex as a tip... Regardless of whether the customer planned on it or not!
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"content": "Ethan and Lucas were deep into their video game when the doorbell pierced through the electronic gunfire. Ethan groaned and set down his controller. \"I'll get it,\" he said, pushing himself up from the couch. He swung open the door and there she stood, a stunningly beautiful delivery girl holding a cardboard pizza box. Her hair was a dark river flowing over her shoulders, and her violet eyes glinted with a playful spark that promised more than just a meal.\n\n\"Pizza delivery,\" she announced, her voice silkier than the black night outside.\n\nEthan fumbled with his wallet, rifling through a series of sadly empty compartments. “Shit. I’m sorry, I don't have any money for a tip. Lucas, you have any?\"\n\nShe tilted her head, a smirk dancing on her crimson lips. “How about the tip of that cock?” she purred.\n\nEthan's brow knitted in confusion. \"...what?\"\n\n“As a tip, how about you ‘give me’ the tip of your cock? You know, kind of a play on ‘just the tip?’ It sounded much cooler in my head,\" she clarified, though her cheeks didn't betray any hint of embarrassment.\n\nEthan blinked, \"...my cock?\"\n\n\"I’m trying to say, how about, as your tip, you let me suck you off?”\n\nEthan's mind spun. “Wait, but isn’t it usually the other way around? Like, a girl offers to give the delivery guy a blowjob as a tip?”\n\nShe laughed, “How does that make any sense? The girl gets her pizza and she gets the delivery guy’s load?”\n\nFrom the couch Lucas chimed in, not missing a beat from his game, “Dude, hot chick wants to polish your knob, say yes.”\n\nEthan swallowed, the absurdity of the situation giving way to arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation. \"...yes?\"\n\nThe delivery girl’s smile broadened as she licked her lips, a predator savoring the scent of her prey. She handed Ethan the pizza, and with a sway of her hips, she stepped through the threshold and kicked the door shut behind her.\n\nBefore Ethan could utter another word, she was on him, her slender fingers deftly unzipping his jeans to free his now-throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees, and Ethan felt the electric touch of her tongue as she swirled it around his tip, eliciting a groan that echoed through the apartment.\n\nAs Ethan stood there holding the pizza, his eyes widened as he felt her tantalizing touch. Her lips enveloped his cock, her tongue swirling around his tip, teasing and tormenting him with a maddening rhythm. He let out a guttural moan as she took him deep into her throat, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. Her hands gripped his ass, pulling him closer as she bobbed her head, taking him in and out with a fervent hunger.\n\nEthan's grip on the pizza box tightened as he felt the tightening coil of pleasure building within him, the world around him fading into a blur as the delivery girl expertly brought him to the edge. And then, with a primal roar, he released, his hips bucking as he came hard, emptying himself deep into her throat.\n\nThe delivery girl rose to her feet, a satisfied grin curling her lips. \"Enjoy your pizza,\" she purred as she sauntered out the door, leaving Ethan standing there in a daze, the aroma of freshly delivered pizza wafting up from the box he had forgotten he was still holding."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a cookie loving girl saves a pixie and wishes for an unlimited supply of milk, she's surprised to find out she'll be the one making it...
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"content": "The pixie, I'm afraid to say, was kinda of an idiot. But we'll get into that later, right now what you really want is to know about me. You want to know why someone would make a deal with a pixie, even an idiot pixie. Well, I guess I should start by explaining, or at least trying to explain the situation in which the pixie and I first met.\nMy name's Riley, that much is true. But I've always been known as Cookie Monster to my friends because of my cookie addiction. They were one of the few foods I would happily eat constantly. Now, you may be thinking \"that's bad for you Riley!\" but it's not like I only ate cookies, in fact they were probably a fifth of the food I would eat daily. Still, it earned me the nickname and Cookie Monster I became. My body? Well, I'm short, coming up to about 4'11, and I'm kinda small chested even though I'm chubby. Most guys (and girls) I meet think I'm younger than I really am, 20. My light brown hair goes down to just past my shoulders and is usually a bit messy. And finally my eyes are a deep brown that can hold a sweet expression most of the time. \n\nSo, the situation that got me meeting the pixie, and wishing for milk. Well, it started during one summer break when I went to visit a friend. They lived in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by acres of woods, and had a milking farm. Ironic. And I know you're thinking \"Riley, you already had easy access to milk!\" No, it's not a dairy farm. They collect cum from guys. Yeah, milking farm. Anyway, my friend invited me to visit and I happily accepted, eager to spend time with them. The first day was great, I hadn't seen them in forever and we got along great. But the second day sucked. They had work to do, leaving me bored at the farm. So, I decided to go exploring in the woods surrounding the farm. That's when I met the dumbass pixie.\n\nI was walking through the woods, occasionally munching on cookies, I like to keep a handful, when I heard a loud cry for help.\n\n\"Help! Help! Please someone help me! I'm trapped and I can't get out!\"\n\nI immediately followed the cries, curious as to what was trapped.\n\n\"Oh thank god! A human! Quick, get me out of here!\"\nI looked and found the pixie trapped in a mess of sap and twigs. Only, the dumbest critter could let this happen. I carefully began to untangle the twigs and scoop off some of the sap. Soon enough the pixie flew free, thanking me over and over again. She landed on my hand, which felt warm as she nuzzled my thumb in thanks.\n\nShe had green hair that sparkled like fresh grass on a sunny spring morning, her eyes were a beautiful dark brown and her skin a tanned brown. She wore a loose tank top and mini shorts, both looking as if they were made of red maple leaves.\n\nHere's the kicker: Pixies are known for causing mischief, so when she asked if there was anything she could do to repay me I should have said no. Instead, my cookie loving mind thought of milk and I replied.\n\n\"Milk would be nice.\"\n\n\"Done!\" She cried before flying up and touching my small chest. Heat spread through my body and I fell to the ground, the cookies falling from my hands as I passed out.\n\nWhen I awoke, the pixie was gone, that bitch. I slowly stood up, grabbing the fallen cookies and brushed myself off. Looking around, I saw that night had fallen while I slept, the moon shining bright above me. I shivered as a cold wind blew past me and hugged myself, trying to keep warm.\n\nThat's when I noticed my soft pillowy chest, my shirt's fabric barely containing my new squishy flesh. As anyone would do, I groped myself and moaned. Holy fuck! My nipples were rock hard and begging for release from their flimsy cotton prison. I pulled my shirt off, letting my heavy boobs bounce into the cool night air. I moaned again as the breeze hit my sensitive tits. I brought a hand up to grope and squeeze the large mound of squishy flesh. \n\nLike dough, I squeezed them together and pulled them apart, kneading the soft boob meat. My nipple begged for attention and I couldn't refuse their request, pulling and twisting them. Milk sprayed from my nips, covering my hands and spraying onto the forest floor.\n\nOh, wow. Luscious creamy milk leaked from my sensitive boobs, each twist and squeeze spraying more and more sweet goodness. I brought a hand up, licking the sweet milk off. Oh fuck! It tasted like cookies! Sweet milk cookies! I quickly licked my other hand clean before bringing my boobs to my mouth, hungrily trying to latch onto a nipple. I let the milk shoot into my mouth, coating my tongue in cookie goodness.\n\n\"Uh-oh...\" I heard a voice say behind me. I turned and found my friend, she came to look for me. Her shirt in the moonlight glittered with dried cum stains. Kinda nice, actually.\n\n\"Riley...what the hell happened to your chest!?\" She yelled, confused and frightened at the same time. I lifted a heavy tit and pressed it against my friend's lips, a weak spray of milk shooting into her mouth.\n\n\"Pixie,\" I gurgled, too busy sucking on a nipple to speak clearly.\n\n\"I see.\" She nodded. \"Well, we'd better get you back home. There's nothing we can do here. If anything, we can make you something to cover up...those things.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a machine that drasticly changes reality in your pocket. It activates randomly and only you remember. At least, its better than being bored.
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"content": "\tOpening the front door and stepping out, Lisa began to trip on something, she caught herself on the doorframe before looking down. At her doorstep was a now semi-crushed cardboard box; No mailing address, No stamps, No writing, nothing. She picked it up before pulling out her phone, checking the time to see she was still running late. Unsure of what to do she threw the box into her car and drove to work. She kept looking at the box, unsure about it, it made her feel, off.\r \n\tPulling into the parking lot she leaned back in her chair before looking back at the box, going over the speed limit gave her some time for once, she looked at the box before grabbing it and putting it in her lap. Using a stray pencil she broke the tape sealing the box and opened the box to a collection of bubblewrap and cracked styrofoam. Reaching into the box, unraveling a mass of plastic Lisa unveiled a small pocket watch, that seemed to be melted shut, it had a now cracked small glass window, showing off the time. She started to adjust the time, matching the car’s clock.\r \n\tLisa looked into the box more, pulling out a mess that polluted her passenger seat. Taped to the bottom of the box was a sheet of paper, written in Sharpie was a small message ‘Enjoy ;)’ no signature or confirmation it was meant to reach Lisa. She looked back at the watch, seeing she was about to be late she stuffed the watch into her pocket and ran inside.\r \n\tAs the night shift began to set in, Lisa grabbed her empty shopping cart to look for unsorted objects thrown throughout the store. Wandering each aisle, throwing whatnot into the basket she rounds to enter the sorting back area before going past another aisle. She looks to see a coworker down it, stocking shelves like nothing is wrong. Taking a deep breath before gripping the cart tighter “Just tired, not thinking right is all…” She whispers to herself before going down the isle, looking around at the unfamiliar environment; Not know what belongs here and doesn't, grabbing what seems odd among the oddities.\r \n\tShe turned to look at the coworker as they passed, almost letting out a gasp as she didn’t recognize them at all. She hurried past before whispering again “Just a new hire, you’re overthinking again!” she looked back, watching them walk away as she rounded the corner herself. As she rounded the corner she saw a clock high up on the wall of the store, right above one of the service doors. She looked at the time and it was eight o’clock, but she arrived at here just at nine. Looking at her phone, suspecting the clock was off, she was shocked to see it agreed with the clock, eight o’clock. She then looked to the pocket watch, but it was different, according to it, it was eleven.\r \n\tA sinking feeling began to set in, feeling sick to her stomach she ran through the service doors, running through and leaning against the wall to catch her breath, trying to take it all in. She looked up in terror as she saw what was once the service room now looking like an old western bar, the middle of the day filled with patrons and a bartender, none of whom she recognized. She looked down, now wearing a bright red button-up and black jeans with a tan poncho draped over her. Her once pale skin looked even to have a sun-kissed tan with dirt all over it. She ran back through the door, which had now turned into a saloon door, only for nothing to happen, the outside was nothing but a dusty road and a few buildings. She tumbled back into the saloon, now getting strange looks from the patrons.\r \n\tShaking she moseyed her way up to the bar, looking at the bartender sheepishly. “W-where is the bathroom?” She said, trying not to vomit from fear. The bartender groaned and rolled his eyes, “Back door is that way, best you’re gettin’ around here.” he said. Lisa biting her tongue stumbled to the back door, opening it and now in a strange bathroom, with pink wallpaper and dim lights, hearing loud music from the other side of the door as she closed it. Looking at her surroundings she rushed to the mirror, seeing herself in a t-shirt with a rock band she never heard of on it, and ripped jeans. Her hair was tied up and was now dyed blue. Her skin returned to a clean pale white that she was used to.\r \n\tShe tried splashing water in her face, “This has to be a dream, this has to be a dream.” She repeated to herself, over and over again. The bathroom door opened as a giggle soon grew behind her, “can’t get away from me that easily, baby…” a feminine voice called. She turned around to see a petite woman wearing a bikini top and skirt, covered in glowsticks, smiling brightly at her. The woman kissed Lisa without much of another word as she stumbled back into the sink. Lisa shivered as the woman began to touch her, “W-wait… i-i’m…” She mumbled before more kisses muffled her.\r \n\tThe woman grabbed Lisa’s hands and pulled them to her bare breasts. Lisa’s eyes shot open and looked down, the once dim bathroom was a fancy, hotel-like bathroom, the woman looked the same but wore nothing now, and Lisa’s wardrobe switched to nothing but a bra and gym shorts. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom, hmm?” The woman said, grabbing and making Lisa follow her out of the bathroom and into an elegant bedroom, the woman laid on the softest bed Lisa had ever seen, showing off her body as she spread her legs. “Don’t keep a girl waiting…” she said, tilting her head back a bit. Lisa, without much thinking, began to walk to the bed with the woman. “I-i shouldn't…” She mumbled before the girl looked back up with a smug smile, crawling up to Lisa, grabbing her shorts and lowering them a bit. “Don’t be silly now… come on, you gonna say no to all of this?” she said with a wink before a completely unfamiliar feeling began to strike Lisa.\r \n\tHer body quivered as she looked down, seeing a cock in place of her pussy, being stroked by the woman, before she leaned back again, spreading her legs again. She hesitantly moved forward, her new cock penetrating the girl as she began to moan, leaning down to kiss the girl. As the kiss parted she back in the store, she could barely think about anything else, the girl was still there, and she had a cock that was inside of her. She rammed her cock into the girl as her body shook, not familiar to the pleasure she came inside the girl rather quickly, but from the girl’s reaction, it was enough for her too.\r \n\tLisa backed away, catching her breath as she looked at the girl, now wearing the uniform of the store. “T-thank you for u-u-using me… r-remember, no one’s unavailable for use…” the woman said, Lisa looked around, seeing workers bent over and on their knees for other men and women, some she even recognized. “T-thank you…” Lisa said, walking away, as she exited the isle, she saw the clock back up on the wall, it read as five. Lisa pulled out the pocketwatch as it read twelve, Lisa, smiled as she began to turn the clock to five. As she did, she saw the world begin to change around her, she watched, playing with the clock as she saw reality change when she moved it before returning to her original reality, infront of the service doors.\r \n\tLisa looked around before checking her pants, her pussy there once again. She smiled before turning the clock just a bit, as she felt the growth in her pants return."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a college professor is taking an unusual assignment: a class full of foreign exchange students who are monster girls
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"content": "Professor Mike Lawson was having the strangest semester. He had never seen so many students miss class as he had this year. Having a class half loaded up with monster girls was definitely the cause, but knowing that didn't change how strange it was.\n\nAt least half of the human girls were pregnant. He knew that the culprits had to be a few of the monster girls. The half succubus futanari elf was definitely one of them. She seemed to seduce a new girl every week like clockwork, and more than once he'd even caught her in the empty offices of the building around his office hours, frequently pumping some co-ed full of apparently super potent futa cum. Within a few days, the girl would be getting a bit thicker around the waist, as her pregnancy started to show, and her skirts would be getting tighter as her belly gradually expanded. And that wasn't the only cause of swelling tummies!\n\nThe alraune botany student who seemed to be Queen Bee of the class grading curve also seemed to like planting her seeds in girls. Frequently, professor Lawson could spot one of her tentacle-like tendrils sneaking around some other girl's leg during class. Between her subtle caresses and the pollen she seemed to shed constantly, she had a small harem of girls buzzing around her like bees at any given time, and she'd have them one after another getting pumped full of her seed pods. The girls' breasts and bellies would get bigger and bigger as they became practical brood mothers for her, waddling around with giant tummies full of little flower girl daughters...\n\nAnd then there was that blue girl with the giant thick tail and the two extra arms. He had no idea what she was, but he knew that her species had a tendency to be incredibly slutty, fuck almost any guy they could, get pregnant, and then implant the resulting pregnancy into a human girl. A lot of the pregnant students were part of such threesomes.\n\nAnd the general increase of horniness that the monster girls had brought to the campus was also contributing to its share of new pregnancies! The monster girls themselves were horny enough that almost any guy or girl around was having sex, and their side effects on the human population meant that girls had become generally sluttier too!\n\nThe trio of cowgirl sisters constantly feeding their milk to everyone had also been contributing to a lot of expanding bus lines and girls getting generally curvier. Just last week, Mike had arrived to class early, only to find a petite blonde sitting in one of the chairs with one of the cowgirls straddling her lap, the cowgirl was practically smothering the blonde with her tits, as she shoved one of her nipples into her mouth practically force fed her milk. The blonde just drank and drank, almost compulsively, obviously addicted to the practically narcotic cowgirl milk. She let herself be fed until her belly was the size of a basketball, peeking out from underneath her T-shirt completely stuffed with milk. The girl had gone up three cup sizes just that day, and she'd gone from being practically flat at the beginning of the semester to having her own set of volleyball sized tits by now... Who could say how big she'd be by the end of the semester?\n\nMike sat back in his chair, getting ready to file a complaint with the school about how monster girls were breaking down order, when He suddenly felt a pressure on his crotch, as the fingers were dancing along the length of his cock through his pants. Looking down, he couldn't see anything, at least not at first, but then a pair of Amber eyes appeared in the darkness, and winked at him. A disembodied smile soon followed, and, before he knew it, a Cheshire cat girl was kneeling there underneath his desk!\n\n\"You seem a little too grouchy, lately, prof!\" The purple-haired cat girl purred, smirking with pure mischief. \"Fortunately, the monster girls club of campus decided to send me as an ambassador!\" She bowed obsequiously, such as she could, under the desk, dramatically draping one arm across her body, underneath her heavy bust.\n\nBefore Mike could object, he felt a horny fog seem to roll into his mind. A tiny moth-winged pixie danced and flitted about, sprinkling dust over him and the under desk cat girl.\n\nHe was painfully erect before he even knew it and he was in the Cheshire girl's mouth Ethan sooner. She gently kissed and caressed his cock, fluttering her moist lips over it in butterfly kisses and worshiping him with gentle laps of her tongue, all while she stroked and squeezed him with her nimble fingers. She gently took the tip of his cock past her plump lips, and she sucked and licked gently. Soon, he was starting to moan and squirm, and she redoubled her efforts, starting to take more and more of his cock into her mouth, bobbing her head over his length and taking him deeper into her throat. Soon, she was swallowing up his entire cock, and he was erupting in her mouth, all while the pixie did an aerial striptease and acrobatics act.\n\nThe Cheshire girl swallowed with an audible gulp, then she gently kissed and licked her professor's cock clean, before tucking him back into his pants. She giggled and vanished, her eyes and smile being the last parts of her to fade from view. The pixie seems to have let herself out at some point as well.\n\nProfessor Lawson was still in a horny daze, but he'd eventually come back to his senses. Of course, when he did, he was going to make sure to start advertising his class as monster girl friendly!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sometimes, a girl just needs to hire a crack team of adventurers to kidnap her and satisfy her fantasies....
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"content": "\"Excellent work, boys.\" The Supreme Witch leered at the three of them in her best imitation of a smile. \"Now that the princess is in our grasp, the king will be sure to grant the Coven its demands. But, perhaps we should prepare to give him a little added incentive? To show him the peril she is in.\"\n\nRagnar exchanged looks with his colleagues. \"A, uh, splendid idea, Your Disgrace. Trust me, if you give us a few hours alone with the princess, she'll never be quite the same again.\"\n\nKristoff nodded firmly. \"Yes, just leave her to us. Though if you want to lend us some supplies, I'm sure we'll be able to put them to use.\"\n\n\"Of course.\" The Supreme Witch nodded enthusiastically. \"Tell me whatever you require. Instruments of torture, that kind of thing?\"\n\n\"Uh...\" Ragnar and Kristoff both looked to Hans, usually the quickest thinker of the lot. He gestured expressively.\n\n\"Perhaps all not the usual sort, Your Disgrace,\" Hans said. \"We have our own methods. But, you could certainly provide us with some tools... additional restraints, clamps, wax candles-\"\n\n\"Certainly.\" The Witch waved her hand to the desk between them, and a selection of cuffs, metal clips and cables appeared, alongside a stocked candelabra. \"So, tell me, just what are these... *methods* of yours?\"\n\nThis time Hans shot Ragnar a look. Well, he couldn't carry the ship on his own, could he? \"We never share our secrets,\" Ragnar explained, tapping his nose confidentially. \"But you'll see results. You might even hear screams from down the hall...\"\n\n\"We've never had a subject who didn't submit to us eventually,\" Kristoff confirmed.\n\nThe Witch shrugged. \"Oh, no need for all that. I trust you all - you did come highly recommended by the crystal ball group as the kingdom's finest mercenaries. You can gag her, if it makes it easier.\"\n\n\"That sounds like a terrific idea,\" Kristoff grinned.\n\n\"And there's always this-\" She waved her hand once more, and a round-bottomed glass container appeared next to the candelabra, filled with a thick and faintly glowing blue liquid. \"A home-brewed Nervous Elixir,\" she explained. \"Application to the skin makes the body additionally sensitive. Certain to heighten the intensity of whatever physical torments you have in mind.\"\n\nRagnar had to suppress his own smile. \"I'm sure the princess will find that... most overwhelming.\"\n\n\"Wonderful.\" The Witch waved in the direction of the door to the dungeons. \"I shall ask for the results tomorrow morning. Now, do with her as you will!\"\n\nThe trio gathered up the Witch's tools and made their way out, down a set of twisting corridors lined by torches burning in brackets. The final antechamber they emerged into was a stark change of pace - finely decorated, and with a full fire burning in a grate opposite the door beyond. *\"I enjoy keeping my finest prisoners in comfort,\" the Supreme Witch had said. \"It only makes the arrival of torture all the more shocking!\"*\n\nThey pushed the door open. \"Your time has come, Lady.\"\n\nThe princess sat up hastily on her bed as the three of them advanced into the room. \"Curses! How am I, a frail damsel, to endure against whatever wickedness you knaves have in mind?\"\n\nKristoff and Hans had moved swiftly to seize her wrists, and were restraining them above her head to the posts of her bed. Her eyes flitted between them both, squirming fruitlessly, chest rising and falling. \"What will become of my virtue-\"\n\n\"Really, My Lady, you can drop the act.\" Ragnar shut the heavy door him, immediately deadening any sound from outside. \"She's letting us have at you how we like.\"\n\nThe princess grinned as the other two tied her ankles to the bottom set of posts. \"Well, thank fuck for that.\"\n\nKristoff was pulling a blindfold from his inside pocket. \"We're still going to be getting pretty rough,\" he said to her with an assuring hand on her arm. \"Did Hans explain about safewords?\"\n\nThe princess rolls her eyes. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"And finishing-wise-\"\n\n\"The castle sage taught me to make the Elixir of Non-Virility years ago,\" she grins. \"Been taking it ever since. Cum wherever you want.\"\n\n\"Sorry.\" Hans was tightening the cords, leaving her spread-eagled against the bed. \"We've just always got to do these checks: hard limits, consent, making sure you know what you're getting into. Just in case.\"\n\n\"I get that; I appreciate it.\" The princess shrugged, as much as she could with her arms strapped above her. \"But I'm sure as hell pretending for the next few hours that I'm helpless and that you guys know it. I've dealt with the world's most boring and overprotective family my whole life, that and trying to marry me off at every chance and everyone without a title being terrified of upsetting me...\" She rolled her eyes once more. \"Pretending to be perfect is tiring. Sometimes, you just want to feel... dirty, for a change.\"\n\nRagnar smiled. \"I understand. Which is why we're not going to be going easy on you. So, are you ready to be broken?\"\n\nThe princess smiled as Kristoff placed the blindfold over her eyes. \"You bet.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In steampunk Victorian era parents of a rebellious young lady, they sent to a strict ladies' college receive report about their daughter's escapades and the punishments she received.
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"content": "Lord and Lady Profferable, \n\nIt is my greatest pleasure to report to you that your daughter, Miss Georgina Profferable, is quite healthy and preforming competently in areas that we at 'Our Rigorous Lady College' offer to inform young women. \n\nIt is by school record, that Miss Georgina's last month's worth of disciplinary indiscretions be related to you and the punishments applied summarized, as of course is her reaction to such corrections. This is not only to provide you with all proper knowledge of your child, but so that such corrections, if needed at home, can be provided without delay.\n\nIncident One: Fighting.\n\nDuring morning meal Miss Georgina was involved in a physical altercation with another young lady, Miss Rachel Beckman. Miss Georgina maintains Miss Beckman incited the incident by use of the vulgar phrase \"You're nothing but a common slag with small tits\". \n\nCorrection: Miss Georgina was restrained by two staff by means of leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles until a summary of statements could be made. Following statements from Miss Beckman and witnesses, Miss Georgina was admonished for both fighting and for impuning the honor of Miss Beckman by lying. Miss Georgina was delivered twelve spanks by hand for lying and four spanks by paddle by Mistress Fires. \n\nNote: it was required for Mistress Fires to deliver an additional eight spanks by hand to encourage Miss Georgina to make a statement of apology to Miss Beckman.\n\n\nIncident Two: Breaking Dress Code\n\nMiss Georgina appeared after the common exercise hour out of uniform, missing her College collar with mechanical tracking device, and with her skirt exposing a full inch of stocking above the boot. She maintained that the skirt had been torn and the collar stolen from her in an altercation, but none of the fellow students witnessed a thing. \n\nCorrection: Miss Georgina was delivered ten spanks by hand by Mistress Lorelei, and then forced to wear the punishment smock, a heavy rubber apron with a humiliating statement of \"I'm a foolish little girl\" written across the chest. \n\nNote: the lost collar was recovered shortly after the correction was administered, by one Miss Beckman, who claimed to have found it lying on the ground.\n\nIncident Three: Disrespect to a Teacher, Vulgar Language, Destruction of Property\n\nDuring an afternoon session on 'Proper Greetings by Societal Rank', Miss Georgina stated loudly that Mistress Reid was a \"simple dumb twit obsessed with finding error\" and that \"sour faced bitches didn't deserve flowery greetings and ass kissing\". Following an opportunity to clarify and amend her statements, Miss Georgina snapped a mechanical pencil, kicked over her desk, and threw her ink pot into the classroom's mechanical projector.\n\nCorrection: Following her restrain by means of three lengths of chain and the substitution of her collar for a tall posture collar and gag of red Indian rubber, Mistress Reid decided ordinary punishment standards were not sufficient. Miss Georgina was delivered ten strokes of the cane on her bare breasts, followed by eighteen strokes of the cane on her bare buttocks. When Headmistress Checik was informed of the event, she personally delivered nineteen strokes by leather belt, and twenty by birch rod on bare buttocks.\n\nNote: Following her correction, Miss Georgina was quite contrite and apologized at length to Mistress Reid for her disrespect, Headmistress Checik for destroying college property, and her classmates for disturbing class. Regardless, the restraints were left in place until curfew."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's going to get stuffed more than the turkey.
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"content": "I thought things had been going well with Emily. We saw each other a couple of times a week. We hung out and had fun. The sex was great. I was sure she was the one. \n\nThen one day I got a text from someone who claimed to be Emily’s boyfriend. Said we should meet. \n\nI got to the coffee shop around three. He waved me over. He was a regular looking guy. About as tall as me. Similar build. \n\n“Hey Jess, I am Steve,” he said holding out a hand. “We are waiting on one more,” he said sadly. \n\n“A third boyfriend?” I asked. \n\n“Yeah.”\n\nJim showed up a few minutes later. Steve waved him over. We drank our coffees and compared notes. Looking at pictures and calendars it was clear we are all dating the same girl. \n\nI was crushed. \n\n“I am doing Thanksgiving with her,” Jim said. \n\n“I am doing Thanksgiving with her the day after,” Steve said. \n\n“Two days after,” I injected. \n\nWe all sat there quietly. \n\n“Let’s all show up on Thanksgiving,” Jim suggested. “Let’s confront her and clear the air.” \n\nWe all agreed. It was a solid plan. We would all show up at three. Meet in front of her house and knock on the door together. \n\nThe next could have days dragged by. I made excuses and bailed on our plans. I just couldn’t bring myself to see her now that I knew the truth. \n\nOn Thanksgiving, at three PM, we all met in front of her house. We were a quiet bunch. We marched up to her door and knocked. \n\nEmily came to the door with a smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand. The smile faded as she saw us all there. \n\n“Oh…,” she said quietly. \n\nWe walked in to her apartment and let her close the door. We got comfy on the couch and waited for her to join us. \n\nShe filled her wine glass and stood at the far end of the living room. She sipped it slowly. \n\n“I know this looks bad,” she started, “I don’t want to hurt any of you. This,” she said looking around the living room - pausing to look at each of us in turn, “is the only way I can keep my libido in check. I am not proud of it but I am a really horny person. I am horny all of the time. No one guy can keep up - they just burn out. Dating three guys means that I can - offset - some of that libido and sex drive to each of you and none of you burn out,” she explained. \n\n“We do it twice a week,” Steve said. \n\n“Same,” said Jim and I. \n\n“Six times a week?” I asked. \n\n“Plus masturbation,” Emily added weakly. “At least.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The women in this family share Everything. Including, it seems, boyfriends.
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"content": "Jessie gave her tits a deliberate bounce, as she walked into the living room, noticing her sister, Stacy's, boyfriend sitting on the couch. Jessie's massive bust would have already bounced on its own, but with her help, her tits went into a gratuitous double bounce with each step she took. \"Hey Mike! I was talking to Stacy, and she said that you noticed my tits?\"\n\nMike blushed and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. \"I... um... Sorry!\" He stammered. \"I didn't think she'd say anything to you. It was just that, I noticed how you kind of just have them, like, out all the time, and I felt guilty that I kept looking at them, so I told Stacy...\"\n\nJessie smirked. \"And what did Stacy say?\"\n\nMike was still having trouble keeping eye contact with Jessie, as she was just wearing a big mostly unzipped hoodie and a tight fitting sports bra that barely contained her head sized melons. The way that she kept gently swaying her chest didn't help things either. \"She... She said that you dress how you want, and obviously you do, but she got this weird look, and she said she was going to have a word with you... I thought she might tell you to cover up a little. I didn't think she'd just tell you I was looking at your boobs.\"\n\nJessie giggled, and she stretched, running her hands through her long, red hair, and thrusting her bust outward. \"Well she did Tell me you were looking at my boobs.\" She eyed Mike, waiting for a beat, as he squirmed in his seat. \"And she told me that if I was going to keep teasing you, that I might as well start fucking you too, because she gets tired of you being all horned up whenever I'm around...\"\n\nMike was averting his eyes, as he took in what she said, \"Well, um, sorry. I didn't mean to cause a problem between you and your sister. I guess I'll have to stop look...\" He was cut off, as one of Jessie's big boobs bumped into his face. He turned and found his field of view completely blocked by her breasts, tightly packed into her sports bra. She was practically on top of him, standing over him, as he sat on the couch.\n\n\"So, the natural solution is that I guess I'm going to have to start fucking you. Stacy thinks it's probably for the best. We do share everything, after all...\"\n\nMike was shocked. The tall and curvaceous Jessie did seem to share everything with her shorter and more petite fraternal twin, but he was still reeling from what Jessie had just said.\n\nJessie brought her knees up onto the couch, straddling Mike's lap, and she hooked her fingers underneath the edge of her bra. Slowly tugging it up, she let her massive, squishy, heavy melon tits spill-free. They tumbled outward like an avalanche, seeming to expand on her chest once they were no longer packed into her bra, even bigger than Mike thought. Jessie's nipples were pale pink with almost ghostly areolas, and they were obviously erect, each of her little nubs the size of a pinky tip, jutting outward as her heavy melons swayed with the gentle motion of her chest.\n\nJessie wrapped her arms around Mike's neck, drawing him towards her chest, as she started to lower herself onto his lap. She smothered him with her breasts, engulfing his head between them and rubbing them around his face and cheeks, jiggling her tits around him, as she could feel him getting hard against the inside of her thigh. She guided one of her nipples towards his mouth. \"Shut up and suck my tits,\" She said, finally, smiling, as she kissed him and then brought her chest back to his face.\n\nMike was practically hypnotized by Jessie's body, feeling her long legs and her thick shapely thighs wrapped around his body, as her gigantic breasts overwhelmed his face. He opened his mouth and he started to lick one of Jessie's pale but bumpy areolas, drawing her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, licking as he did and making her squirm and roll her hips in his lap. Mike kissed and licked all over Jessie's giant jugs, wedding them with his saliva, as he teased and sucked on them. One of his hands was groping Jessie's round rump, as the other came up to have to be underside of one of her breasts, feeling the heavy weight of it, as he squeezed and jiggled her boob flesh.\n\nJessie loved having her tits played with, and she could already feel herself getting hornier. She was practically dripping wet, and it was only just then that Mike seemed to notice that she hadn't been wearing any panties with the hoodie she was wearing as a dress. Okay briefly, she teased and stroked her clit, before she reached over and opened his pants, letting his thick, hard cock pop out. She stroked him with her hand, while he sucked and groped her tits, and She felt like she could climax from the breast play alone, but she still wanted to have him inside of her.\n\nJessie scooted forward in his lap, raising herself up, and She devoured his cock with her pussy, her tight and grasping sex seeming to draw him in, as she lowered herself over him. She sighed with her cunt gobbled him up, wiggling her hips in satisfaction, when she finally had him all inside.\n\nJessie wrapped both of her arms even more tightly around Mike's head, once again smothering him with her breasts, as she hugged herself to him and started to bounce on his lap, feeling his cock thrust in and out of her, as she moved and ruled her hips, squeezing him with her pussy whenever he was inside. He was still groping and sucking her tits, and the feeling of his mouth on her nipples while She fucked him was divine. Jessie absolutely loved the stimulation of having someone's mouth on her tits while her pussy was stuffed, and she could feel herself getting closer.\n\nMike was getting closer to, meeting her bouncing with bucks of his hips, and gripping onto her plump ass and round hips with one arm, as she squished her heavy, jiggling breasts against him and rode him like a bucking bronco.\n\nJessie clutched onto Mike, taking him to the hilt and clamping onto him with her thighs, as her body started to shudder and climax. She moaned and mewled into his ear, as she started to ride out her orgasm.\n\nMike erupted inside of her, pumping her full of his cum, as her tight and wanton pussy milked him for more and more, her body urging him to fill her up.\n\nJessie let out a satisfied groan, as she felt her womb being bathed in Mike's sperm. She sighed and rolled her shoulders, loving the feeling of her stiff nipples rubbing on Mike's face, drawing out her orgasm, even as she felt his semi stiff cock pulsing and pumping inside of her. \"You know, Stacy said that if you get me pregnant, you're going to have to knock her up too,\" Jessie breathed, with a dreamy look on her face, as she rubbed her slim tummy with one hand. She leaned back, meeting Mike's gaze with her eyes full of mischief, and she gave her filled womb a gentle pat. \"I think I'd look sexy with a big tummy, don't you? I know Stacy would...\"\n\nDespite himself, Mike felt his cock getting hard inside of Jessie all over again. His head lolled back on the couch, as she laughed and started Riding him again, clearly eager to have him cum inside her again, the idea of pregnancy turning her on almost manically.\n\nStacy walked into the room and gave her sister an indulgent smile.\n\nMike had no idea what he'd gotten himself into…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The nearby brothel had implemented a new line of work; where rather than paying to be relieved, you are paid to relieve the workers.
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"content": "\"No thanks. I'll just take the cash.\" A silence fell over the room, as everyone tried to make sure that they'd actually heard what the young man had said, properly. \"The cash?\", \"Yes, the cash. Is that a problem?\" The MC struggled for her next words, until Madame Lestarn climbed on stage, and gently escorted the young man back to her office. The conversation began as soon as the door closed. \n\n\"Is he gay, or something?\", \"He's just trying to get two nights, instead of one, it's a negotiating tactic.\", \"Maybe he just doesn't realise the other offer is serious?\" It was the first time I'd ever been in a brothel, where every single patron was too confused to be horny. \n\nLast day of the month is always good for a laugh. \"Reversal night\", none of the girls are working, instead they just lie back, and enjoy, as you do your damnedest to please them. If you fail, or they're just not into it, you're disqualified mid-lick. If you succeed, then you pass to the next round, and so on, and so on, until all but one have been eliminated. The champion is then given a choice, between a lump sum, or a night in bed, free of charge, with three girls of his (or, more rarely, her) choosing at some point later in the month. Nobody was quite sure how much the lump sum was, as nobody had ever chosen it. That is, until now. \n\nThe Madam's lawyer arrived, looking deeply distressed, and rushed into her office, without greeting anyone. \"*Jesus Christ*, the kid's serious.\", one of the girls on stage blurted out, before the MC snapped out of her shock, and decided to try and return some order to the situation: \"Alright, fellas, well. The game is over, but the night is young, and seeing as it looks like we'll all need a cash injection soon, \" a small portion of the audience laughed, but even that small reception was enough to relieve the tension. \"We'll be returning to usual business in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, please enjoy the sultry talents of Lizbeth, and Bethany, the sapphic songstresses of Salagor!\", about half the audience cheered, and Diane climbed off the stage, trembling with fear about what the hell was going to happen, when Madame came out of that office. \n\nThe rest of the night went quickly, and uneventfully. The girls plied their trade, the audience cheered, tipped, drank, procured, and cracked dirty jokes, the city guards did their rounds to make sure everyone was willing, and of age enough to be doing this kind of work, and as the sun rose, the patrons left, and the Madame was still in her office, seemingly still trying to convince the young man not to take the cash. He left that morning, seemingly satisfied, and Lestarn followed him out shortly after, her eyes sunked, her posture lazy for the first time in all the years Diane had known her, and her skin pale as bone. \"Summon the girls. I have an announcement to make.\". \n\nThe announcement was short and sweet:\n\n\"Firstly, the custome of 'Reversal Night' is hereby abolished. I apologise, as I know many of you enjoy it, but it wasn't my decision.\", \"How could it not be your decision, Mistress, you own the place?\"\n\n\"That brings me to the second thing: The young man last night was quite adamant about the lump sum. The contract he signed before the show guaranteed him a cash prize, and he'd done his homework, digging up one of the old flyers, in which we promised 600 golden dragoons for it. Obviously, we never actually intended to pay that much, but as the contract did not specify an amount, and the advertisement did, that is how much we owe him. We do not even have 100. He threatened to have me thrown in debtor's jail, and to have my assets seized and auctioned off. You would all be homeless, if I had.\"\n\n\"So.... what did you do?\"\n\n\"First, I sold him this place. That covered the first three hundred. You all work for him, now. He promised, as part of our agreement that he would keep all of you on, on the same terms, and contracts as before. Second.... I sold me. I have three days to get my affairs in order, and after that I will be collared, and registered as his slave. He told me I could stay here, and run the place for him, unless I displeased him.\"\n\nThe girls were aghast: Two wept, one ran off, and a few threatened to kill the bastard for her, but Lestarn would have none of it. \"This is the way things are for now. Things may get better, or get worse, but attempting to defy the laws of the land will only bring the latter, and faster. Reckless behaviour got us into this mess, and careful planning will get us out.\" \n\n\"So, what do we do, now?\" Lizbeth asked, clutching Bethany's hand, as she held back tears. \"Take the rest of the day off. I need you back hear at dusk, as the new owner wishes to meet, and inspect you all. Until then, the day is yours.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When he signed up to work at an alchemy boutique, he was surprised to receive what was clearly a female uniform. Of course, that was before the effects the injection kicked in...
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"content": "THE MIDNIGHT GLOW\n\nAria glanced down at her hands, surprised to see delicate fingers instead of rough calluses. She looked up to see her reflection in a mirror near the shop's door. The stranger looking back at her had long dark hair falling over her shoulders, and a slender, curvaceous frame. Her clothes were tight and flattering, showing off a figure that was previously hidden beneath layers of muscle and fat.\n\n\"Welcome to Magnificent Magicks,\" a voice said from behind her. \"My name is Haley.\"\n\nShe turned to see a woman with short blonde hair and spectacles standing behind the counter, a bright smile lighting up her face. Haley held out a hand and Aria shook it, feeling the familiar grip of a man's hand replaced by a woman's gentle touch.\n\n\"What happened?\" she asked. \"I walked in that door as Avery, and now I'm... Aria?\"\n\n\"Ah, you must be our new hire,\" responded Haley, smiling again. \"I thought you might enjoy assuming a special role for the evening.\"\n\nAria frowned, confused. \"A role? As what?\"\n\nHaley leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. \"As our floor model, of course. You see, we specialize in gender-swap spells, and we need someone who can demonstrate their effects. As soon as you walked in the door, I could tell you were made for the job.\"\n\nAria's frown deepened. \"But I don't want to be a girl. I want to go home.\"\n\nHaley nodded sympathetically. \"Of course, that's understandable. But think about it - you've already been transformed into a beautiful woman. Wouldn't it be a shame if no one got to admire your new figure?\"\n\nAria looked down at her chest, sensing the curvaceous softness beneath her clothes. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks.\n\n\"How long will this last?\" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.\n\nHaley smiled reassuringly. \"Until midnight, my dear. That should give us plenty of time to show off your new self.\"\n\nAria bit her lip, considering her options. On the one hand, she was uncomfortable with the idea of being a woman, but on the other hand, the transformation was already done. She couldn't help but feel a stirring of curiosity as she looked around the store, taking in the rich colors and unique items on display. And what would the customers be like?\n\n\"I guess I have no choice now,\" she sighed. \"I'll do it.\"\n\nHaley clapped her hands together. \"Excellent! Now, let me introduce you to our clientele.\"\n\nAs they approached the front of the store, Aria saw people gathering outside, talking excitedly amongst themselves and laughing, anticipation in the air. Haley threw open the door and welcomed them in.\n\n\"Gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce the latest addition to our staff, the lovely Aria!\"\n\nThe crowd cheered and applauded, their voices filling the air with approvals. Aria took a deep breath, keenly aware of their eyes on her. She smiled brightly and waved to the crowd, beckoning them to enter. As they filed in, Aria couldn't help but notice that they were all male. They laughed and joked with each other, the workday's tension visibly melting from them. As they approached her, she felt a tingle of fear run through her body. What if they recognized her as a man? Worse, what if they took advantage of her newfound vulnerability?\n\nBut as the first customer approached, Aria felt something else stir within her. She couldn't explain it, but she found herself drawn to his warmth and energy. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief, and she felt her heart skip a beat.\n\n\"Hello there, beautiful,\" he said, extending a hand towards her.\n\nShe grasped his hand gently, feeling the callouses on his fingers. \"Thank you,\" she replied, returning his gaze nervously.\n\nHe released her hand and stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. \"I have to say, I'm quite impressed with your new look.\"\n\nAria blushed, feeling a wave of heat rise to her cheeks. \"Thank you,\" she said again, her voice trembling slightly. \"Of course, I have Lady Haley and her considerable talents to thank for that.\"\n\nThe customer nodded, his smile widening. \"Indeed. And I have to say, I've been eyeing up some of these products myself. Perhaps we can discuss them further over dinner?\"\n\nAria's stomach dropped. \"Dinner?\" she asked faintly. She couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, the way this man might touch her, the way he might make her feel. Her mind raced with thoughts she had never before considered.\n\nHaley noticed Aria's hesitation and stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. \"Why don't you show our other clients around the store first, my dear? There are so many wonderful things to see. Afterwards, the two of you will have plenty of time to enjoy the evening.\"\n\nAria nodded, her eyes locked on the customer's. \"Of course,\" she said, her voice still shaky. She took a deep breath and turned towards the shelves, hoping she could keep her composure long enough to make it through her shift.\n\nAs more customers arrived, Aria found herself increasingly drawn by their attentions. They were all men, each one unique in his own way, and each one seemed to find something about her irresistible. Conversely, she was ashamed to admit to herself that she also found them charming... and maybe something more.\n\nShe showed them around the store, explaining the properties of each magical item and demonstrating how it worked. As she did so, she felt their hands on her arms, their breath on her neck, and their bodies brushing against hers. She fought the urge to pull away, instead finding herself arching into them, her body thrilling in their closeness.\n\nAs the night wore on, the customers grew bolder. They touched her openly, whispered in her ear, and made suggestive comments that left her cheeks burning with embarrassment. To her horror, she found herself responding to their advances, her body betraying her in ways she never thought possible.\n\nThe last customer of the evening approached her, his eyes filled with lust. \"I can't help but notice how comfortable you seem with all this,\" he said, his voice thick with desire. \"Would you like to take things further?\"\n\nAria felt her heart pounding. She knew she shouldn't say yes, but the thought of what might happen if she did was too tempting to resist. She swallowed hard and nodded, her voice barely audible. \"Buy me a drink?\"\n\nHe took her hand and led her towards the back of the store, where Haley had set up a makeshift bar. As they sat down, she felt his hand on her leg, his fingers tracing the curve of her thigh. She shivered, a rush of desire coursing through her veins.\n\nContinued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A magical girl is teleported to a grim reality where the people are unmotivated to improve their lives or do anything fun or sexual as a dark lord rules over the realm, ensuring everyone lives unhappy lives.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: A magical girl is teleported to a grim reality where the people are unmotivated to improve their lives or do anything fun or sexual as a dark lord rules over the realm, ensuring everyone lives unhappy lives."
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"content": "\"So, what do you do for fun around here?\"\n\n\"We are given a four hour rest period before lights out, where we may review work processes and watch the latest broadcasts from Overlord Horthra.\" \n\n\"God, everything I learn about this world makes me feel more sorry for you.\"\n\nErika had never seen a world more in need of a magical girl. On Earth, the Overlord's soldiers simply caused chaos, trying to weaken the world's defenses and open portals for his invasion. But here, the Overlord ruled everything. The world was an endless hell of factories and mines, where the humans slaved away to build his robotic hordes. They had no freedom, reduced to nothing but gears in his machine. Where did she even *start* with trying to save a world like this? If she simply charged in and started blasting rainbows everywhere, she'd be hunted down in minutes. One magical girl couldn't destroy a whole army.\n\nFor the moment, she was laying low, looking for places where she could use her limited power to do good. While fleeing from the security drones, she'd hidden in the dormitory of a boy about her age, and he'd shared his horrible ration gruel with her and let her sleep in his bed. His name was \"Six,\" which was the sort of over-the-top oppression she'd come to expect from Overlord Hortha at this point.\n\n\"No books? No music? No... I don't know, kids playing catch in the street? I'm going to be hiding in here all day. I'll go crazy if I can't do something to relax.\"\n\nErika was planning to wait until nightfall to start seriously looking for ways to attack the Overlord's forces. Going out in daylight seemed dangerous with the way the Overlord's drones were constantly patrolling. And besides, it was important for a magical girl to take time in her civilian form, to recharge and connect with the lives she was protecting. Except nobody here seemed to *have* a life.\n\nHe shrugged. \"Anything that 'disturbs people's emotions' is forbidden. The guards will start asking questions if you look too happy. I've seen it happen. There was a girl next door - I saw her drawing stuff in a sketchbook. Then she disappeared.\"\n\n\"That... good grief, this can't be real. People would go mad out of boredom. They'd start fucking like rabbits just to have something to do.\"\n\nSix gave her another blank stare. \"I don't recognize that expression. Another one of those things from Earth?\"\n\n\"Really, you don't know what *fucking* means? Even in this world, you have to know where babies come from, right? Your mother and father loved each other very much, and they did some fun things together, and nine months later they had a cute little baby Six?\"\n\nHe shrugged again. \"Children come from the Reproduction Facility. Sometimes older people get sent there, but I don't know what happens to them.\"\n\n\"Gah, this world is *impossible!*\" Erika exclaimed. \"Are they putting drugs in the water or something? I refuse to believe Horthra is so powerful that he can *stop teenagers from having sex.* That just doesn't happen.\"\n\n\"So it's easy to do?\" Six said hopefully. \n\n\"Ah... well... um... I guess? You can do it with any girl if you have an hour to fool around. Not that I think it's something to do casually. Um, I mean, back on Earth you're not supposed to do it casually.\" Erika stammered. \"I mean, if I ever get back there...\"\n\nShe sat down heavily on the bed. \"I never had a boyfriend, back home. There was this one guy I had a crush on, but I had the whole secret identity thing, and... I'm just now realizing there's a good chance I'll die here before I lose my virginity.\"\n\nMagical girls almost never died in battle, according to her familiar. But most magical girls didn't end up trapped alone on their enemy's home planet. That \"almost\" was weighing on her mind.\n\nSix sat down on the bed, putting an arm around her comfortingly. \"I don't really know what all of that means, but... if there's something you want to do, I want to do it with you. Ever since you came in through my window, you've been so bright and colorful, and just seeing you feels like there's a weight lifted off me. The world you're from sounds so wonderful, and I want to learn everything about it.\"\n\nErika turned and kissed him. It was an awkward, impulsive thing, and Six didn't really react like he expected, putting his hand up to his lip curiously.\n\n\"Is this... magic? It feels strange.\"\n\nErika giggled. \"But it feels nice, right? When you're close with someone, sometimes just touching them feels good. That's how it starts.\"\n\nShe summoned a tiny amount of her power, whispering \"*Prismatic Veil\"* under her breath. The harsh white fluorescents outside their window darkened, and the room lit up with the warm orange glow of a fireplace. \"Why don't we do it some more, and see what happens?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Waking up naked at a random location
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Waking up naked at a random location"
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"content": "Alice stirred in her sleep, her long legs scissoring against each other, and her large breasts shifting on her chest, as She rolled over and woke up. The petite young succubus extended her wings, her tail flipping about, as she groggily tried to activate her body. She stretched her arms, and she looked around the room. Is always a gamble, especially for an inexperienced demon. It seemed like she had gotten to *a* hotel room. But this certainly wasn't *her* hotel room... And she was naked!\n\nThe sun felt warm on her bronze skin, and she ran a hand through her silky, stark white hair, as her pointed ears perked up and tried to locate any sorts of sounds. She could hear random hotel chatter, and she could hear the sounds of a city. She didn't have to wonder long where she was, as she looked outside and saw, in the distance, what looked like the London eye..\n\n\"Great. I'm on the entirely fucking wrong continent!\" She sighed. Part of her was impressed that she'd achieved such a long range jump, but before he got too excited, she tried to feel her mana reserves to see if she even had the ability to get home again. Concentrating... Nothing.\n\nNude, the curvaceous and busty monster girl stepped out of the bedroom she'd woken up in. The hotel suite she was in at least seemed kind of well-appointed. Someone else was already staying here, judging by the luggage and personal effects around, but at least they'd left her some takeout to eat.\n\nAs Alice munched on leftover curry, she knew that regular food wouldn't refill her manner reserves before the end of the weekend. Fortunately, the door clicked open.\n\nA gray haired bank executive stopped dead in his tracks, as he saw the leggy little demon girl eating his leftovers, her plump and heavy breasts sitting nakedly on her chest, as she looked him over.\n\nAlice sashayed over to him, using one of her wings to push the door closed. He was obviously hypnotized by her body. Slowly, she sank down to her knees, in front of him, and she started to unzip his pants.\n\n\"I need a mana refill, and I bet you could use a blowjob. Don't ask questions. I don't have a lot of answers...\"\n\nIt only took a little push from her hypnotic powers, which she at least still had enough mana to activate, to get him to give in to his libido and let her take his cock into her mouth. He had a handsome cock, thick, heavy, and nicely proportioned. Alice appreciated that her breakfast would be that much more enjoyable.\n\nStill feeling a lazy morning vibe, she took her time worshiping his manhood, planting went kisses up and down the length of his cock, as she licked it with her little tongue and sucked on the sides and tip of it, before she enveloped it in her hot and lively mouth, bathing him with her tongue as she started to suck. Alice bobbed her head over his length, easily taking him into her throat, massaging his shaft and occasionally his balls with one hand, while her other hand played with her own clit.\n\nSoon, her tail started fucking her pussy as well, and she could feel every intricate detail of her sex both as penetrator and penetratee, her tail being it the loveliest and most versatile sort of sex organs on her body.\n\nPalace worked herself to a quick climax, even before she got the bank manager close, and it wasn't until her second orgasm that she felt him getting ready to pop. She brought the head of his cock into her mouth, just resting past her lips, and she stroked him with her hand, urging him to cum in her mouth. He obliged in spades! Is heavy cock erupted in her pamphlets, bathing her tongue and filling her cheeks with fresh, hot, creamy cum. Alice moaned in satisfaction, savoring the taste of his seed, before she gulped it down and milked him for more, forcing him to pump more and more cum into her mouth, Her hand blowing as she invested a bit of mana into His balls, making him permanently produce even more tasty jizz, tastier than normal even! It was always worth it, and his first orgasm after such an upgrade would be even bigger. He filled her mouth again and again, as she swallowed down his cum and worshiped his cock.\n\nAlice contentedly rested a hand on her tummy, feeling herself filled up and nourished by his seed. She could already feel her mana reserves warming up, as her body absorbed the sperm filling her stomach.\n\nShe let the man slump to the ground, fully spent and satisfied, as she felt her own body becoming energized.\n\n\"Thanks for the meal!\" She giggled, cheerily, before she gave a final stretch. He grabbed a button-down shirt and a belt out of his luggage, styling them as a dangerously brief dress, before she decided to chance a teleport home. It was longer range than she was used to attempting, being a neophyte half succubus, but she was sure she'd either make it, or she could at least redirect herself to Greenland. If that happened, She thought, as she vanished, it wouldn't be so bad to sample the local cuisine..."
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