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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sex and horror? Can they coexist?! (Yes, yes they can. Seeking erotic horror prompts!)
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"content": "Years ago was the crossover, where a secret cult shattered the barrier between our world and the realms beyond sight. Nothing was ever the same. Your character has been surviving ever since, but now has a chance to return to the home they left so many years ago as a child. They have memories of a monster haunting the place, just out of sight. To your character’s surprise, the monster that stalked their closet and hid under their bed is no figment of imagination, and just as terrifying as they remember. Though the first encounter shakes the protagonist, they can’t push certain thoughts away. Soon they find themselves back on their old porch. The rusted key in their trembling hands and a backpack full of offerings to fill any need a lonely, highly-intelligent creature might need.\n\nIf you’re interested, I might do this as a writing duel. I need motivation."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Some examples of those hypothetical scenarios you find in maths textbook questions, except the scenarios needing solving are all sexual
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"content": "If you assume standard fertility rates and all sex ending with creampies, if Jaime has sex with John five days before ovulation, George & Ivan three days before ovulation, Matt two days before ovulation, Max & Ivan together one day before ovulation, Matt & Jake & Sarah the day of ovulation, what is the likelihood of each participant being the father of Jaime's child?\n\nMistress Crimson uses a Whip, a Paddle, a Flogger, a Crop, and her hand to discipline a submissive. She deals three times as many hits with the flogger as the whip. She deals six more strokes with the paddle than with the crop. She deals half as many hits with the crop as she does with her hand. She deals ten hits with her hand. How many hits with each implement does the submissive suffer, and what shade of red is their ass.\n\nAssume the usual amount of semen in a man's orgasm in 20 mL, Aria can bring a man to orgasm in five minutes, Beth can bring a man to orgasm in seven minutes, and Carol can bring a man to orgasm in four minutes. Assuming a continuous string of men available, how long would it take the three to fill a 1 Liter container with semen?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Hit me up with the best scenarios for selfcest! I’m looking at M/M, F/F or even group activities!
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"content": "The Hero of Ages is a prophetic figure said to appear over and over to save the world. The current hero dies defeating the dark lord and goes to the afterlife only to discover all the previous incarnations (not necessarily clones) living it up and screwing around.\n\nAn inter dimensional traveller has never actually encountered an alternate version of himself, they move around as often as he does, though he does know they aren't always carbon copies of each other. During one jump he and a dozen alternate selves get stuck in a dimensional roadblock. They meet for the first time. Then they screw around.\n\nA mad scientist creates a large number of short lived cloned bodies for him to use if need be. They're all him, but with variations to suite his whims. One day his mind is uploaded to the entire batch by mistake and they all wake up. The copies can only be around for so long, so they decide to make the most of the time they have by screwing around."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Marcy has a fetish; nothing gets her hotter than cheating. Marcy also has a problem; she could never betray someone she cared for. Writers, help Marcy find a way to indulge in her fetish guilt free.
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"content": "Marcy knocked on the door and entered. There, she saw Mr. Rider sitting behind his desk, the supposedly powerful man who could make her fetish a reality. \"You're Mr. Rider?\" Marcy asked, blushing hard. Of course, he was Mr. Rider. She was in his office. \"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here.\"\n\nMr. Rider smirked, his eyes scanning Marcy from head to toe. \"Ah, you must be Marcy,\" he replied, his voice smooth as chocolate as it was inviting. \"No mistake here, darling. Step inside and I understand you are here because you have an issue.\"\n\nMarcy hesitated for a moment, but willed herself to step inside. If she wanted her fetish realized, she needed his help. Marcy closed the door behind her and slowly approached Mr. Rider's desk, her heart pounding with each step.\n\n\"Please, have a seat,\" Mr. Rider said. \"I want you to be as comfortable as possible.\"\n\nMarcy's eyes darted around the room, taking in the dimly lit space adorned with leather furniture and the erotic artwork on the walls. This man seemed to live and breathe sex. Her breathing quickened as she slowly sank into the plush, velvet chair, feeling its softness envelop her body.\n\nMr. Rider leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Marcy. \"Now, tell me, Marcy, what is it that brings you here today? What secret craving haunts your thoughts?\"\n\nMarcy took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she confessed, \"I'm married. I'm happily married to my husband, Josh. Josh is the sweetest man I could ever ask for. I could never dream to actually hurt him.\"\n\nMr. Rider slowly nodded as a smile crept onto his face. \"But I suspect that there's more. There's always more.\"\n\nMarcy nodded. \"There is. I have this dirty fetish. I have this... cheating fetish. The thought of surrendering myself to someone who isn't Josh makes my legs numb.\" Her face turned red as she covered her face with her hands. \"I've never cheated on Josh but I want to cheat in a way that doesn't make me feel guilty while I cheat. That's why I came to you. You have magical powers and can reshape reality. Is there anything you can do to make my cheating fetish a reality while not betraying Josh?\"\n\nMr. Rider leaned forward. \"Ah, Marcy, you've come to the right place. I can certainly accommodate your desires while ensuring your conscience remains unburdened. After all, pleasure should never be tainted by guilt.\"\n\nHe rose from his seat, his presence commanding the room. \"Have you ever heard Derek? Don't answer you haven't heard of him until today. I just warped reality where he's the worst boyfriend you've ever had, and you've been secretly cheating on him with Josh. How did I do?\"\n\nMarcy searched her memories for any mentions of Derek. Sure enough, he was there, and Mr. Rider wasn't kidding about him being the worst boyfriend she'd ever had. \"This Derek guy is really a douchebag. And I remember cheating on Derek with Josh.\"\r\n\nMr. Rider's lips curled into a wicked smile. \"I believe the word you are looking for is 'you're welcome'.\"\n\nMarcy sighed and glanced down. \"Does this still count as cheating?\" she asked. \"I really need this to feel like I'm cheating without feeling like I'm cheating on Josh.\"\n\nThe awesome man clapped and guided Marcy to her feet. \"Tell you what, come back to me next. If you feel satisfied with my reality work, it's yours to keep. If not, we can keep working, but I have a feeling you'll like and not like Derek.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dave invites his friends back to his place for some beers. Little did he know, his girlfriend has prepared a surprise for when he gets home.
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"content": "\"Shhhh,\" Dave whispered, carefully turning the key to his apartment door. \"Cindy might be sleeping. She had a long shift at work today.\"\n\nBen and Andy give a silent thumbs up and slipped through the door quietly while Dave held it open for them. They stood in the dark while Dave pulled the door closed softly behind him. Ben and Andy watched as Dave locked the door and turned to face them. He mindlessly switched on the light then his eyes bulged.\n\n\"Uh,\" he said. \"Wait here!\" In a flash he dashed between them and leapt over the coffee table onto the couch, somehow grabbing a blanket from somewhere mid-air and gracefully spreading it out over himself and most of the couch as he landed.\n\nBen only barely caught the tail end of the stunt while Andy was still turning around, confused. \"Uh, what's up?\" Ben asked.\n\nDave smiled nervously and aggressively patted the blanket down to his side while sitting on the far end of the couch. \"Nothing, why?\" Something under his hand moved and he slapped his hand down swiftly followed by a muffled yelp.\n\n\"Did your couch just squeak?\" Andy asked, looking puzzled.\n\nDave grabbed a throw pillow and stuffed it under his arms on his lap, biting his lips and shaking his head \"no\" while humming something.\n\n\"Well...\" Ben started awkwardly. \"Were we going to have some beers?\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" Dave nodded, still biting his lips hard while the pillow under his elbows squirmed around.\n\n\"Uhhhh, were you going to grab them?\" Ben continued expectantly.\n\nDave gasped and slapped a hand down on the blanket covering the couch to his side, grabbing it in a fist while his eyes rolled. \"HELP YOURSELF,\" he blurted out, pointing at the kitchen off to the side. \"YOURSELVES, I MEAN.\"\n\nBen and Andy looked at each other and shrugged, wandering into the kitchen to find the refrigerator.\n\nDave lifted the blanket and peeked down at his completely naked girlfriend who had pulled out his cock and was gleefully sucking on it. \"What are you doing?\" he breathed. \"I thought you'd be exhausted after work babe.\"\n\n\"I,\" she started in her normal talking voice.\n\n\"Shhhhh!\" Dave hissed. \"Softer!\"\n\n\"I got off early,\" she whispered softly, smiling. \"I wanted to surprise you when you got home.\"\n\n\"I hope they didn't see you!\" Dave whispered, looking over at the kitchen.\n\n\"Hey!\" Ben called out. \"You going to have one too?\"\n\n\"Uh, sure,\" Dave said, his voice wavering as she began sucking again. He looked up just in time to see his friends rounding the corner from the kitchen. Ben beelined for the other end of the couch and nearly sat on Cindy's legs. Dave threw his torso over Cindy's body and extended his hands to the spot. \"Sorry,\" he said. \"The couch is all mine.\"\n\nBen scowled at him with a raised eyebrow and sat in the recliner while Andy stood there staring, with his eyes bulging. \"I'll... uh... pull in a chair from the kitchen.\"\n\nDave smiled weakly. \"Thanks.\" He sat back up and shuddered, holding the pillow over Cindy's gently undulating head while she pumped slowly on his rock hard cock. He could feel a cold sweat breaking out all over his skin and felt as though both of his friends were staring at the slowly bobbing pillow. He rested his arms on it and pressed down, jamming her face against his groin. Her muffled cough and gagging forced Dave to quickly cover up by clearing his own throat while he released the pressure on the pillow.\n\n\"So,\" Andy asked. \"Where's Cindy? Is she asleep in your room?\"\n\nDave looked over his shoulder toward the bedroom. \"Not sure,\" he said, shivering as a pleasure wave trickled up his spine. She sucked hard and rolled her tongue around on the tip of his cock, jamming her hand between his legs to rub his balls through his pants. It was certainly a tight quarters blow job, but it was effective and he felt himself getting closer by the second.\n\n\"You sure it's OK if we hang out tonight?\" Ben asked cautiously. \"You've been acting funny since you walked through that door.\"\n\nDave nodded, biting his lip again as she sucked the tip and stroked with her fist. He reached under the blanket with his cold hands and found one of her breasts, grabbing it with icy fingers that made her gasp audibly. Again, he acted as though he'd been the one to gasp, then sheepishly said, \"sorry, I was just *really* cold and needed to sit down quickly with this blanket to warm up.\" He put his other hand under the blanket and slid it along her smooth, toned back under the blanket, leaning until he could get a hand full of her plump, perfect ass. He sat reclined to the side, holding an ass cheek and grinning innocently as she built him closer and closer to orgasm.\n\n\"Well,\" Andy said. \"Should we find something to watch on TV or...\"\n\nDave bit down on both lips again and breathed in sharply through his nose, his eyes bulging as all of his muscles went tense. He tried to keep it in, clenching his lower body muscles and holding his breath, but the intensity of her stokes and the dance she did with her tongue on his cock were too much. He let out a prolonged grunting moan through a clenched jaw and clamped down on Cindy's ass cheek as though trying to pop it. He erupted in her mouth, the brilliant rush of orgasm flashing in his eyes as his friends watched on. She swallowed each shot with graceful gulps as his cock pulsed in her fist, her lips sealed neatly around the head providing suction as he unloaded. She milked him, squeezing as she pulled each throbbing blast of cum from his twitching shaft.\n\n\"Yeah,\" Ben whispered, staring at Dave. \"Turn on the TV.\"\n\nAndy got up and looked for a remote while Dave squirmed to Cindy's post orgasm stimulation. She sucked and stroked, making sure every last drop of his cum made it into her mouth while he continued to twitch and shiver, shuddering breath tumbling from his lips while his brain rebooted.\n\nCindy rolled over onto her side, the whole blanket jumping as she turned her hips and rested her head in his lap, facing his belly. She kept his slowly softening dick in her mouth, sucking playfully on it while settling in.\n\nBen stared at the dancing blanket and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. \"Dave, buddy, is Cindy under there?\" he asked slowly.\n\nDave was breathing heavily and nodded imperceptibly, unwilling to admit it but equally committed to honesty.\n\nAndy whipped around and stared down at him, standing near the television. \"Wait, really? Holy *shit* man, did she just...\"\n\nDave gave a small, slow nod, grimacing with embarrassment.\n\n\"Oh geez!\" Ben laughed, breaking the tension.\n\n\"Well, uncover her! Let her join us for a beer.\" Andy said. \"Hey Cindy, come on out and hang out with us!\"\n\nDave slowly and dramatically shook his head and mouthed \"no\" emphatically while she snickered, still playing with his cock in her mouth.\n\nBen covered his mouth and his eyes bulged again. \"I think she'll be staying under the blanket then,\" he said. \"I mean, if she wants we can...\"\n\n\"Eh,\" Dave squeaked. \"It's fine. She'll just nap here in my lap I think. Hand me my beer and we'll put on a game or something.\" Dave reached behind himself and fished around until he found the remote, and he flicked on the television while Cindy snuggled into his crotch, humming with pride."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she used her duplication powers, each version of her could essentially feel everything that happened to the others. This could be distracting when one over duplicates something intimate...
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"content": "“Oh fuck yes!!” Their voices sang in unison while holding hands. Both women chest down on their section of that corner couch. Each with their own lover doing their best to bring on the next orgasm. \n\nOfc the other two pairs were occupying the bedroom. Three duplicates of herself was a new record for something like this. No doubt an exhausting feat, but beyond rewarding as she felt another orgasm coursing through her.\n\nWith nearly perfect synchronization, each version of her began groaning in deep Pleasure that had her guests feeling a sense of pride and excitement to be the one to set her off.\n\n“5!”” She finally said, signaling her lovers to continue the seemingly endless effort to please her.\n\nMost of the city only new her as a C tier superhero. A local well respected hero that was happy to take pictures and sign pictures. \nBut occasionally, she’d venture into a bar, or maybe a party with others after saving the city once again, and take home someone she was into. One, two, three, and now four.\n\nThey were a group of new recruits, she hardly Remembers their powers, much less their names. Still she hoped this was a special initiation celebration into the superhero world.\n\nAnd by the looks In their eyes, she knew they’d never forget it. \n\nNew positions, tempos, words said. Her mind synching and falling out of synch with her clones. Until finally she couldn’t hold it anymore. Her clones vanished. The guests new this would happen, and just as instructed, they came to the real one who was now happily expecting the final act.\n\nAround her on the couch, each man began unloading themselves onto her chest and face. Satisfied and thankful as they finished up. \n\nThe superhero world required much from its hero’s but that doesn’t mean there can’t be fun in it to."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You kept a lust potion in your room, not sure what to do with it. But your mom thought it was wine and served it to your sister, aunt, and female cousins. Now you’re stuck here with them.
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"content": "This is not the full thing and I will be continuing this in my profile as soon as I can. Hopefully I can get the full thing (with both intro to the scene and more sex) out by Saturday. Hope you enjoy\n\n​\n\n“Oh my gosh where are you guys, I’m starving!” I hear my cousin Cass say, as she usually does. I guess that’s parr for the course for that twin though.\r \n\r \nI hear hushes and whispers, probably my aunt Grace chastising Cass for being rude. My mom has already walked past me as she goes downstairs in her inch high heels, I’m suddenly noticing how they make her butt show more in that cream colored skirt that she has on.\r \n\r \nWait, why am I suddenly looking at my mom like that? It was there I realized the bottle was still open and she had accidentally waved it under my nose, oh no, I didn’t realize I had made it that potent. Thankfully I saw her recorking it when she left the room.\r \n\r \nHeading down to greet our guests, I saw my aunt Grace first, with her thin taller figure in a business suit. She must have been in the office today, as her short, dark hair was well groomed and makeup immaculate. The attire she wore was fitted to her custom and hugged every curve she had, I guess it really kept people’s attention during meetings.\r \n\r \nLovely Cass was the first to greet me though as she side-hugged me when I got down the stairs, her larger breasts suddenly very noticeable after getting a whiff of that potion I made, man did she look good at the moment. I was trying to control myself though and just attempted to hug back her medium muscular build. She had on her sweatpants and sports bra with her hair in a ponytail that she always had on.\r \n\r \nMom was already talking to my aunt as I noticed Elizabeth being shy over to the side. Her baggy t-shirt hid her breasts, which were equal in size to Cass’, and her glasses framed her face beautifully to make her look more official than her sister, who always preferred contacts. I also couldn’t help but see that her jeans rode up her thighs pretty smoothly as Cass and I went over to her.\r \n\r \n“Hey, you alright? Like I said I didn’t mean to startle you when we got inside.” Cass said apologetically. She always got concerned about her sister and hated to hurt her.\r \n\r \nElizabeth smiled simply, “No it’s okay. Promise, it just takes me a while to calm down the nerves is all” she turned to me and gave me a casual but pleasant wave “Hey Tray!”\r \n\r \nI greeted her back as I got my eyes blinded by a pair of hands behind me. “Guess who” said a high voice with a giggle.\r \n\r \nI raised an eyebrow, “My sneaky, annoying sister?” I say with a hint of humor.\r \n\r \n“Bingo!” Eve exclaims as she takes her hands off my eyes.\r \n\r \nAfter more small talk and greeting my aunt we get to the table. My mom already has food finished and is getting the serving dishes to the table with the help of Cass as we talk. I find out that Elizabeth is starting to intern at her moms company and Cass is getting an interview to be a personal trainer at a gym.\r \n\r \nThat’s when my mom starts to speak up, “Um, everyone, I actually have news as well. Tray here, behind my back,” She gives a humorous stern look, “has been apparently brewing wine, and I tested it right before you got here and it really isn’t that bad. What if we all get a glass?”\r \n\r \nMy heart immediately drops at her words, I have to do something, I can’t let my family drink this. I try to say something but I’m muffled by my family cheering for me and my mom quickly pouring glasses before I could stop her. Any attempts I made were met with “Oh no it’ll be fine, I promise” or “I’m sure it’ll be great.” I obviously can’t tell them it’s for potions, I would look crazy. I’m hoping beyond hope that this bottle somehow turns out to be a dud like the other ones.\r \n\r \nThe toast almost went in slow motion, like I was in a nightmare. I guess all or nothing, I downed my glass like everyone else did. There was a quick silence afterwards as everyone was starting to get the aftertaste. To me it wasn’t bad, not even dry, but there was a sweet taste to it that I found oddly appealing, that must have been the mango I put in for taste. I found through the theory that it shouldn’t have messed with the overall effects.\r \n\r \nThere were a ton of compliments from aunt Grace and the twins, Eve was still thinking about it though. Mom was very appreciative and said she could already feel a buzz. Throughout the meal everything seemed normal. Until about halfway when Elizabeth started shifting a little in her seat. \r \n\r \n“Elizabeth dear, are you alright?” Asked my aunt, if I didn't know any better I’d say she was flushed.\r \n\r \nEve finally spoke up. “Hey mom, is it normal to feel a little… weird?” she said with a hint of embarrassment and blushed.\r \n\r \nMom turned to her and gave her an odd look while reaching over, “Sure, sometimes honey can you describe it? I know you haven’t really drank much before.”\r \n\r \nEve seemed to lean a bit into mom’s touch as she had an intense staring contest with Elizabeth. There was a sort of tension in the air that I could sense. Cass was doing something with her hand and aunt Grace had her eyes closed for some reason. And I- wait why is my hand down my pants?\r \n\r \nMy hand was stroking my cock for seemingly no reason at the table, the thing was at full mast for all to see but nobody could see because I was at the head of the table across from my mom. It felt so good to stroke it and I couldn’t stop, all I could do was relax more in my chair as I moaned. My hand smacked against my mouth as everyone stopped and turned to me. Eyes intense on me as I even tried figuring it out.\r \n\r \nAfter that we were blurs. Plates and cutlery fell to the floor as I went for Cass to my right and mom and aunt Grace started intensely making out. I guessed Elizabeth and Eve went under the table. Cass didn’t even connect lips with mine; she went straight for my neck. Devouring it with tiny nips and kisses that started traveling down, when she reached my shirt she casually ripped it down the middle from the top and continued her trail. She reached my cock pretty fast by just sliding her tongue down my stomach and immediately went to town on me.\r \n\r \nI started hearing moaning from under the table and knew my cousin and sister were doing something, what I wouldn’t give to see that. What I got instead was just as good with my mom forcefully taking off my aunt’s jacket in lust then yanking her button down open, spraying buttons everywhere as she took Grace's tits in her hands and started sucking them. Leaving a generous amount of slobber as she did so.\r \n\r \n“Oh Sarah, your tongue feels so good, are you sure that you didn’t have practice back in the day?” she asked while breathing heavily.\r \n\r \nMy mom responded between changing which breast to suck, “I might have skimped on details of my time in college.”\r \n\r \nEve and Elizabeth then came up from under the table, both completely naked, juices covering their mouths as Eve came towards me and Elizabeth went right behind my mother whose skirt was now up and shoved her fingers between her legs.\r \n\r \n“Wow aunt Sarah, your pussy is so fucking wet.” she brought the fingers to her mouth to taste, “Mmm you taste good, give me more.”\r \n\r \nElizabeth's hands scooped my mothers hips and dragged her over the edge of the chair, causing her head to drop right between Grace’s thighs. Sarah took Grace and started licking more, face covered in slobber as she ate out her sister.\r \n\r \nI was about ready to explode when Cass stopped gagging and bobbing on my cock. “Nono little cousin, not yet” she said as she took off her sports bra, “I wanna see Eve fuck you”\r \n\r \nTo be continued soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re stuck in a time loop, reliving the same day, and the only way out is screwing the correct person.
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"content": "Pablo Escobar, the infamous Columbian drug lord once said, \"Everyone has a price, the important thing is to find out what it is.\" Well that's *nothing* compared to what *I've* learned over the last five years.\n\nThe first thing I'd learned is to *never* try to cheat a witch. She *will* curse you and you *will* suffer. Of course, in this case I would say I came out on top. Well, *sometimes* on bottom... but that brings me to the other lesson I've learned.\n\nEveryone has a *line*, the trick is to find out what it is. And I'm not talking about pickup lines, I'm talking about the line that will get you *straight* into their pants. Home run. All the bases. Full blown intercourse.\n\nAs I walked down the street my mind reminded me that every person I saw had a line. Maggy over there? Hers is \"My *god* your eyes are like diamonds made of flower petals.\" Amy? Hers is \"I've got nothing better to do than fuck you.\" Samantha Billingsworth took a little longer to find. Many, *many* slaps, kicks to the groin, and police calls were endured before I figured out that all she wanted to hear was, \"There's more passion in my middle finger than you can handle.\" That was it. And she wasn't half bad either.\n\nIn fact, despite the goal to find the *right* person to screw, I wasn't *about* to let the opportunity to experience the good ones multiple times go to waste. Living the same day over and over and *over* again was definitely a hellish nightmare, but there were perks and I was going to enjoy them dammit! Any time I tried and failed with someone new, I would find someone whose line I knew and enjoy the day with her.\n\nBut, after so many years of failing to find the one copulation that would free me from the time loop, I was beginning to wonder if the *right* person might be someone I wasn't interested in.\n\n*Who have I overlooked?* I thought to myself. I had learned to keep excellent mental notes since any computer files or paper notes were reset each day. I had a list of people I was still working on, but most of them were insanely hot. What if I had to go after a chick I wasn't attracted to? What if it had to be a dude? Worse still, what if it had to be *the witch* herself? I shuddered, hoping to *god* it wasn't her. I couldn't think of a more nauseating, wretched experience than sticking my cock in her dusty, flabby meat flaps. I shuddered and moved on, trying to convince myself that I was content to keep trying the hot ones first, even if it took me another five or ten years.\n\nWho was up today? There were two girls pretty close by each other that I was working on and after failing with one I always went next door to try something new on the other. And if both failed, I had Maggy, Amy, Samantha, and Veronica (\"What's your phone number? I'll be needing a booty call tonight.\" - super lame but she loved it) nearby as backup plans.\n\nFirst came Jazmine. She was exotic, slender, tall, and... powerful. Something about her excited me and made me *extremely* nervous. Discovering her line had become something of a holy quest for me. I'd tried all *sorts* of small talk, deep talk, pickup lines, cheesy lines, sweet lines, and non-linear lines. *Nothing* worked. She was a waitress, and no matter what I said or did, she just smiled disapprovingly with pursed lips and raised eyebrows and disappeared, sending another waitress to finish helping me. She didn't take *any* shit from me and it turned me on to no end.\n\nI waited nervously at her table running through lines I hadn't tried. I always had a hundred ideas, and it was annoying to say one and have to wait a whole 'nother day to try another. Sure, I *could* just die to reset, but that meant missing out on Maggie's massive knockers or Samantha's insanely sweet pussy. No, failure wasn't urgent enough for a quick reset. Failure just meant stopping to smell the rose petals between *someone's* legs.\n\n\"Hey there,\" I heard her say. \"Haven't seen you in here before. Here's your water. Do you need some time to decide or do you want to go ahead and put in your order?\"\n\n\"I am *insanely* fucking turned on by you,\" I blurted out.\n\nShe cocked an eyebrow and stared at me a half second longer than she had last time. My heart raced. Could that have been it? Did I find her line? She leaned over and put her elbows on the table, bending slightly at the knees while her perfect ass stuck out through her tight jeans. Her blouse was just low cut enough that her bent over posture gave me a first class view of her golden cleavage. \"Is that so?\" she asked slyly.\n\nI felt short of breath. My heart was thumping hard against my ribs. All I could do was nod stupidly. In my experience, the right line didn't require any witty follow-up or retort. If you said the *right* line, the rest just fell into place no matter what you said or did next.\n\nShe stood up and smiled, taking my water with her. She slowly poured the water over my head, ice sliding down my neck and under my shirt as the water plastered my hair to my forehead. \"I think you need to cool off a little pal,\" she chirped, smirking. I could have sworn her hips swayed extra seductively as she walked away.\n\n*Well,* I thought. *That was certainly different. Another failure though.*\n\nI got up, wondering if the wet look would help with the girl at the place next door.\n\nUsing some napkins from the table I patted my head to quickly soak up the bulk of the water and turned to leave.\n\n\"Hey,\" came the sexy woman's voice. \"Where do you think *you're* going?\"\n\nI whirled around, my eyes wide. \"Oh,\" I stuttered. \"I figured you would want me to go.\"\n\nShe got right in my face, her hot breath rushing past my ear as she leaned in and whispered, \"not on your life, fuck boy, you're coming with me.\" She grabbed my arm and led me stumbling through the restaurant to the back, through an employee's only door, and into a closet. She closed the door and attacked my face, her lips wrestling with mine as I struggled to catch up with what was happening. She released me with her hands but advanced toward me, pinning me against some metal shelves in the tiny but well-lit closet. I felt her undoing my pants and working them down over my hips and when she backed off to kneel down I saw that somehow she'd found the time to pull her own pants down as well.\n\nMy boxers slid down with her and before I had finished realizing she had no panties on my cock was in her mouth and quickly stiffening. In a whirlwind blowjob she got me rock hard in record time, tugging down on my ball sack with surprising force while stroking my shaft with her lips, taking me deep without any gagging at all.\n\nShe stood and rushed at my face again, but this time I had my wits about me. I slipped my hands under her blouse and slid under her bra, taking a tit in each hand and feeling her cold, hard nipples between my fingers while I squeezed and pinched. She took my cock and arched her hips away, sliding me into her tight pussy and mounting me in a standing position.\n\nI gasped into her kiss and moved my hands to her perfect waist, resting them on her hips and pulling her into me as she moved in and out. She was *definitely* fucking *me* while I was merely the recipient of her bountiful goodness. She undulated and whipped her body through a movement that stroked me with a luxurious grip, her slick hole swallowing me into the most heavenly place my dick had ever been.\n\nQuickly I felt the tingle of orgasm dancing on the tip of my cock, a mighty load preparing to launch. She was feeling it too, with her hips thrusting powerfully into mine, her foot up on a shelf and her hands somehow all over my entire body. She trembled and moaned, slowing her thrusts just in time for me to feel her pussy contracting and shuddering on my cock. The slower strokes sent me over the moon, an eruption of pleasure rushing through her pussy into my loins. We both moaned and our heavy breathing *had* to be heard on the outside as my cock twitched and jumped deep inside of her, pumping her full of the exact same load that I had blasted into Samantha's asshole the day before.\n\nShe devoured a long, hard kiss from my face before suddenly separating our bodies, cum pouring out onto the floor (surely a health code violation, right?). Her heavy breathing masked gentle laughter. \"That was *insane*,\" she giggled. \"We'll *definitely* have to do that again sometime.\" She stepped to the side and pulled her pants on, her breasts bouncing playfully as she struggled to pull them over her crazy curves.\n\n\"If I were going to try that again,\" I said jokingly, \"is there any way I could avoid getting water dumped on my head?\"\n\nShe grinned deviously. \"If you're going to make *me* wet, I'm going to get you wet. It's only fair.\"\n\nI smiled, my softening dick still dripping cum as she slipped back out of the closet into the restaurant. And now I had Jazmine's line."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A supervillain discovers that the hero is, somehow, still a virgin and they're gonna fix that.
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"content": "Regina chuckled to herself while soldering the final wire in place. It was a crude hack job of a circuit but it would do. She set the soldering iron in the stand and flicked on the power supply. Touching the wires to the positive and negative battery terminals she watched display on her smart phone which was running an app to analyze sound. A broad smile spread across her face. *Exactly* 666 Hz at 66 dB.\n\nAfter *years* of testing she had known she was close during their last encounter when his eyes went wide and he tore off into the sky like a rocket. Until now he had *always* had the upper hand, but next time they met, she'd have him on his knees. Cackling, she turned off the soldering iron, snapped the board into a case, installed batteries, and went to bed.\n\n***\n\n\"Hey!\" Regina screamed. \"Grab that one before he gets away!\"\n\nOne of her henchmen scrambled after a security guard who had been trying to sneak out the door. Most of the hostages were tied up in the middle of the room now. Once Steve... or, Ruben? Er... whatever his name was got back with the guard she would begin cracking the safe.\n\nA sonic boom overhead made her smirk. Just as expected, Captain Resonance came screaming onto the scene, the massive glass windows of the bank shattering as he hovered into the building on a throbbing, rippling cushion of soundwaves. He dropped heroically to the ground and puffed his chest. \"Alright Regina, this time you're going back to prison.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes and smiled, reaching into her pocket and flipping the power switch on her little device. A pure, clean tone emanated out through the speakers and Captain Resonance's knees began to shake. She walked toward him, knowing that the optimum 66 dB would be experienced about a meter from the device. As she grew closer he seemed to crumple, first hunching over, then dropping to a knee. By the time she was about two meters away he was on both knees holding his head in agony.\n\nLaughing, she turned the volume down slightly. \"So good to see you this way Captain. This is how I always imagined you anyway: a pathetic, cowering, useless idiot wearing spandex and begging for attention.\"\n\nHe tried to get to his feet, but he was too weak. He looked up at her, his face red with anger. She knelt by him and pulled a special restraining device she'd built out of her bag.\n\n\"You really are desperate for attention, aren't you,\" she lamented as she bound his wrists and ankles. \"All the theatrics and flashy colors... It's like you've never been on a date in your life.\"\n\nHe ground his teeth with a clenched jaw and tears streaming down his face. She reached around his chest and attached the anti-resonance band, a device that would prevent him from using his sonic powers. Once he was secured she smiled, stood up, and turned off her tone generator.\n\n\"You monster!\" he cried. \"Release the hostages! Nobody needs to get hurt!\"\n\n\"Why? Do you have a dinner date with one of them? No? Of course not. Should I go get a phone number for you?\" She laughed. \"You're pathetic. I've seen the way you always rush in to save the girls first.\"\n\n\"That's not fair!\" he cried. \"The ladies... they are generally just in... um... greater danger.\"\n\nShe laughed maniacally. \"When was the last time you had a date? You *really* need to lighten up!\"\n\n\"I've had dates!\" he cried, suddenly *extremely* distracted from his predicament and hyper focused on the dating issue.\n\nRegina picked up on it *immediately*. \"Oh my *god*,\" she breathed, smiling. \"You're a *virgin*.\"\n\n\"I am not!\" he yelled. \"I've had lots of sex!\"\n\n\"Yeah, sure buddy.\" She said, still laughing.\n\n\"I have!\" he insisted, sealing his guilt.\n\nShe whipped around and faced him head on. \"Wow, you've *never* been laid. That *definitely* explains why you're so uptight all the time.\"\n\nHe clenched his jaw again but aside from a little growling, he said nothing.\n\n\"You know what?\" she asked. \"We're gonna fix that. Right now. You're getting laid.\"\n\n\"What?\" he cried.\n\nOne of Regina's henchmen tapped her on the shoulder.\n\n\"What!\" she yelled. \"Can't you see I'm busy?\"\n\n\"Uh, boss... what should we do about the hostages and the bank and stuff?\"\n\n\"Oh, right...\" she said. \"You know what? We'll hit this bank later. Let the hostages go, clean up the area as best you can, and get everyone out of here. I'm taking Captain Squeaky Clean back to my private residence. I don't want anyone to bother me for at least the next... I dunno.\" She glanced at him. \"We'll be generous and give him an hour.\"\n\n***\n\nShe'd had to remove his ankle restraints to let him walk, but when she finally shoved him onto her bed she put them back on. He was surprisingly docile with the restrictor around his chest. Or was it the shame of being called out for being a virgin? She wasn't sure but it amused her either way.\n\n\"Alright,\" she began, \"prepare to have your mind *blown*.\"\n\nHe scowled at her, but his face slackened the moment she began removing her own clothing. She gave him a bit of a show, but mostly just for her own amusement. She didn't care about the quality of his experience. She knew what he needed, and it wasn't a striptease. He needed a good fuck. Still, it might be fun to throw in a few extras just to see the look on his face...\n\nFor a superhero costume, the fabric was surprisingly thin. She tore through it with nothing but her fists and fingernails, revealing a pair of tighty-whities that made her cover her mouth and laugh. \"You are the biggest virgin I have *ever* met,\" she said, shaking her head. She grabbed a pair of scissors and cut them off, tossing them aside as she admired his reasonably sized dick.\n\n\"Not bad,\" she said, shrugging. \"I can *definitely* work with that.\"\n\nShe didn't want any trouble from him, so even though he was restrained and subdued, she grabbed the ropes from under her bed and tied him down, making sure his feet and arms were fully extended. Then she got to work.\n\nTaking his cock in her hands she felt him instantly hardening. \"Hm... I take it I'm the first woman to handle this meat of yours,\" she purred. Something about taking his virginity was driving her wild. Her mouth was drooling by the time she sucked him inside, running her tongue up and down his stiffening shaft as she stroked him with her lips. She didn't bother looking at him or even really touching him. She just straddled his knees and spent a little time getting him good and hard, thinking about how she was the first one to have that cock in her mouth. It made her smile and it made her *very* wet.\n\nWhen she'd had enough she turned her back to him and mounted his hips, holding his cock in her hands in front of her, making sure he got a great view of her fantastic ass. She *loved* her ass. If anyone ever asked her what her favorite feature was about herself, she *always* responded that it was her ass. And now she knew that every time Captain Resonance saw her he would be thinking of this moment and her ass. She chuckled while stroking his cock, wondering how this would affect their future encounters. Wondering what *kinds* of encounters they'd have in the future!\n\nLifting up onto her knees she guided his cock toward her pussy, making sure to revel in the sounds he made as she rubbed the head between her folds. With a devious smirk she slid him inside and swallowed his entire length down to the balls, cherishing his gasps and moans as she began to grind. She wondered how long he'd last, but she didn't have to wonder long. He shook and moaned, tensing up wildly just before exploding inside her. She laughed, clamping down on his pulsing cock as he writhed and panted, a massive load pumping into her from a twitching, overly sensitive cock.\n\nShe dismounted and twisted to face him, chuckling at his flushed cheeks and shameful eyes. \"Wow,\" she said. \"You're going to have to do better than that if you're going to impress the ladies.\"\n\nHe groaned but said nothing. But part of her wondered if maybe the ropes had been a little too much for him. After all, he likely hadn't explored any kinks.\n\n\"Tell you what,\" she said. \"I'm going to keep you as a sex slave for a while and we'll work on your endurance.\" She smiled and patted his cheek before getting up to go to the bathroom. \"I'll move you to the guestroom in a minute!\" she called out, laughing to herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Training your daughter with controllable clothing
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"content": "\"Hey Maddie. Is that a new outfit?\"\n\nMaddie was wearing a dark crop top, shorts, and dark leggings. A bit heavier than her usual tank tops, and definitely a bit warm for summer break. She was lying on the couch as usual when Dana came in. They had been friends since middle school, and by chance ended up going to the same college.\n\n\"You like it? Mom got me a bunch of them. They're called SMART clothes. Synthetic Myomer Automatic something or other. Basically they have this super advanced fabric that can move on its own.\"\n\n\"That sounds... kinda creepy? Why would you want clothes that can move?\"\n\n\"Because I'm lazy and don't want to do stuff,\" Maddie said with surprising honesty. \"Here, let me show you.\"\n\nMaddie picked up her phone, unlocked it, and opened an app. She scrolled through a few menus until she came to a button labeled \"Chore Mode 5 Min,\" and pressed it.\n\nThere was a pause for a few seconds, and then her clothes changed slightly. The sleeves lengthened until they covered her hands, then closed like mittens, then thinned out into gloves. Maddie wiggled her fingers experimentally, then put her phone down and stood up, walking into the kitchen. Silently, she grabbed a dirty dish from the sink, rinsed it, and placed it in the dishwasher.\n\n\"Uh, are you okay? You just kinda walked off.\"\n\n\"Oh, no, it's not me. The clothes are moving on their own now. I'm just along for the ride.\"\n\nThat sounded bizarre to Dana, but as she watched, it started to seem believable. The movements weren't quite like Maddie's. She had a slight robotic quality, jolting into motion unexpectedly and overshooting slightly when she stopped. \"That's *really* creepy. It's like you're a puppet or something. How is it doing that?\"\n\n\"Hell if I know. Some technomagic AI stuff. You wear it for a few days so it can learn your movements, and then it can do whatever you do. I trained it on all my chores, so now it does them for me. I used to have a lot of trouble staying on task, but now I just push a button and listen to a podcast until I'm done.\"\n\nMaddie hadn't stopped loading dishes the entire time she was talking. After adding the last one she got out the detergent, loaded it, and set the dishwasher to running. \n\n\"It even controls your fingers? That's really precise.\"\n\n\"Like I said, AI magic. If you don't want to wear gloves it can change into a sort of thin mesh thing, so long as it covers the same area.\"\n\n\"It changes shape too? Wait, you showed it turning into gloves. It can do whole outfits?\"\n\n\"I'll show you in a moment.\" Maddie finished drying her hands, then returned to the living room under her own control. \"I have a few presets saved. Here's a T-shirt... and here's a tank top. It even changes colors!\"\n\nAs Maddie tapped away at her phone, the gloves retracted, then the crop top's sleeves shrank until they completely disappeared, and the color changed to a pale yellow. A thin, skin-colored mesh remained on Maddie's arms, so it was still able to puppet her, but it was nearly invisible.\n\n\"Wow, you should have led with that. That's a lot less creepy.\" The ability to create any outfit you wanted would be great for keeping up with fashions.\n\n\"It really isn't creepy. It just lets me do what I'm going to do, but faster. And with less nagging from Mom.\"\n\n\"Can I play with it?\"\n\nMaddie handed over the phone. \"There's a custom outfit maker. It's pretty simple, like one of those dress up games.\"\n\nDana fiddled with the app for a bit. Maddie's tank top cycled through colors (\"I don't think you look good in cyan...\"), and changed shapes and sizes a few times (\"sleeves go on, sleeves go off...\"). Then Dana got an idea.\n\nShe swiped her hand across the screen, selecting everything, and then tapped a button. Maddie's clothes faded away to nothing, as the smart fabric changed to the see-through mesh on her entire body. Even her underwear was gone, or perhaps the smart fabric didn't need any.\n\n\"Eek! Dana, don't do that!\" Maddie made a grab for the phone.\n\n\"Sorry, just a little prank,\" Dana said, holding the phone out of reach. Maddie sprawled on top of her, Dana put her other hand up to stop her and... *Oh.*\n\nThe clothing was *very* thin in this form. Almost like she was wearing nothing at all. Dana felt the heat of Maddie's body against herself, Maddie's breast against her hand. Soft, smooth skin.\n\n\"Uh... sorry, I'll change it back.\" Maddie climbed off of her. They were both blushing. Dana selected the whole body and set an opaque color and material.\n\nThe result was a skintight, shiny black suit, outlining Maddie's every curve. Maddie had an athletic body, a toned ass and perky breasts that looked even bigger on her short frame. There were a lot of good curves to show off.\n\n\"Oh fuck me.\" Dana blurted out.\n\nMaddie tried to cover her breasts and crotch. \"I think this is even worse than being naked.\"\n\nDana stared. \"I knew you worked out, but dang, girl. Seeing that took me from zero to sixty in two seconds.\"\n\n\"C-can you change it back now?\" Maddie stammered, blushing even harder.\n\n\"I'm thinking about it...\" Dana said. She tapped a few more buttons and restored Maddie to her bra and panties.\n\n\"Really?\" Maddie said with a mock glare.\n\n\"Oh come on, you can't give me a real life dress up app and then *not* let me put you in sexy outfits.\" Dana said.\n\nShe swiped through the phone's menus quickly. \"Actually, you know what? Go clean your room while I pick out some good outfits for you.\"\n\n*Tasks -> Cleaning Mode -> 10 minutes*\n\nMaddie jolted into action, walking out of the room and away from the phone that controlled her. Her movements were even jerkier then before, as she struggled to resist it, but whatever artificial muscles powered the smart clothes was much stronger than her. \"Hey, come on! No fair!\"\n\nDana settled back on the couch, smiling as she watched her friend leave. \"This is a *dangerous* toy you've got here. Lucky you've got a friend like me to show you everything it can do.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I found out that my school actually has a wiki page. Not only that; everything about the school, including us students is listed on it. And the detail’s crazy specific. Measurements, hobbies, grades… Jokingly, I opened the editor and changed my boyfriends ass to bubblebutt. Wait… WHAT?!
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"content": "At first, I thought it was strange that our school had such a detailed wiki. It seemed like it mentioned every individual student, even me! As one of the cheerleaders, I figured I might be in there somewhere, but I didn't expect it to list my bra size! Curiously, I checked to see if my boyfriend was there. He was part of the drama club, at least, so I figured he might be in there.\n\nUnsurprisingly, he was! And it listed everything about him, even his physical description. I decided that I could add a little bit, so I clicked on edit, and I got a little mischievous urge... I'll admit... I went to the spot that listed his physique, trim and athletic, and I added a line that said \"massive bubble butt\".\n\nThat was when something weird happened. One of the photos that was with the article? It changed! He was standing next to the rest of the cast of South Pacific, and his ass just changed right before my eyes! Now, he was standing there in his trunks with a big old caboose just sticking right out! I figured it had to be some sort of real-time graphical AI or something, so I decided to have a little bit more fun!\n\nFirst, I decided to include *His bra size* I changed it to a 38 double d. A pair of tits sprouted on his naked chest right then and there. I wanted to see what this thing could really do though, so I upped the size to 38 GG, and now he had boobs nearly the size of his head. They looked ridiculous on his body though, so I went ahead and changed his gender to female.\n\nHis picture instantly morphed, and now he looked like his sister, albeit a much much bustier version of his sister.\n\n\"Matt Browerman is an exceptionally perky and attractive young actress, known for her beautiful face and amazing soprano singing voice,\" I added to her page.\n\nHis hair grew out, and his face morphed into an angelic knockout. I was glad I was bi, because he looked way, way hotter this way. I kind of wished I could see him like this in real life!\n\nI changed his height to 5'1, and he shrank over a foot right there in all of his pictures. All of them updated at once, and he was this busty and petite girl with a huge ass and giant tits. My edited some more, giving him long legs, luscious thighs that everyone in the school talked about, big wide hips, and I even snuck in some factoids about how he was super dedicated to his girlfriend, Tara White, me, but how the two of them were both known to be in an open relationship, and how they liked to pick up guys together.\n\nWeirdly, that last part was just some spiciness that I threw in for the heck of it, but the more I thought about it, the sexier an idea it actually seemed like. It would be pretty hot to go pick up a guy with Matt, especially If he was a girl... The idea of watching him suck a guy's cock suddenly just seemed really hot! I had to include it specifically!\n\n\"Tara really loves watching her girlfriend go down on guys. She'll even pull her friends in specifically to fuck her girlfriend,\" I typed.\n\nI was really turning myself on now! This was wild, but it was actually a really hot idea. I just couldn't explain it.\n\n\"The hot couple is known for getting into gangbangs, but luckily, the school administration thinks it's good for student morale.\"\n\nI don't know what came over me, but fantasizing about getting into a gangbang with sexy girl Matt actually was really hot. And, who knows? Maybe the school admins *would* think it was good for morale... They'd be right!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) As a special birthday gift, his girlfriend agreed to a threesome. The only twist was that the threesome was with his older sister.
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"content": "Jack pulled Sam aside, hissing, \"What the *fuck*, Sam?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nHe took a deep breath. \"Babe. You know exactly *what* I mean.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes and turned back around. Molly, his older sister, was making herself comfortable on the couch. \"So? It shouldn't matter to you. Just keep your hands and eyes on me.\"\n\nHe took another deep breath. The idea of a threesome had been incredibly tantalizing. But he would never have accepted it if he'd known his own *sister* would be their third.\n\n\"Okay. Okay,\" his mind was racing. Was this a test of some sort? He doubted that. That wasn't Sam's way. He finally decided that he was *not* going to refuse a threesome, even if his older sister was involved. \"Fine. I guess you're going to fuck both siblings today, aren't you Sam?\"\n\nShe only grinned and dragged him back to the couch. He made awkward small talk with Molly while Sam poured them a glass of wine. He wasn't sure how exactly this was going to pan out.\n\nOnce their glasses were empty, Sam initiated by kissing Molly. Seeing his girlfriend kiss his sister wasn't something he'd ever considered possible. But his lizard brain responded to their sloppy kissing, and after a minute he had a full-on boner. The drink made him cocky, and he stood, undoing his pants.\n\nThey were still making out sloppily when he finally stood over them, his shaft throbbing over them. He grabbed Sam's hair, pulling her to his cock. She rolled her eyes and eagerly swallowed it halfway up her throat, making him moan and clench her hair tightly in his fist.\n\n\"Woah,\" Molly said, giggling. She caressed Sam's hair and pecked her on the cheek. \"Where did you learn to do that?\"\n\nSam slid back out with ease, causing him to groan again. She laughed at my state and began stroking my shaft, slick with her own saliva. \"Practice,\" she said, before gulping my head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.\n\nBolts of pleasure crashes through me, making me push Sam's head deeper and deeper until I'd bottomed out entirely. She gagged around my cock but I kept her steady. I knew she would tap out when she actually needed air.\n\n\"Jesus bro. Can she even breathe?\" Molly asked, staring wide-eyed at the bulge in Sam's throat.\n\n\"It's- it's okay.\"\n\n\"Holy fuck. I'm gonna be honest,\" she giggled. \"I'm a little scared right now.\"\n\n\"You're such a pussy, Molly.\"\n\n\"Oh Jack, I've definitely taken bigger. I'm just... never that far.\"\n\nSam finally tapped his thigh and he let her pull out. She coughed her brains out, rubbing her eyes. Her mascara was entirely ruined but we both knew that it only turned me on further. However, this time it was something different.\n\nMy sister was gazing at my veiny cock, covered in Sam's spit, throbbing for attention. Sam looked up as well, giving it a small smile. The resulting instinct to absolutely *fuck the brains out* of my sister was overpowering. I managed to clamp it down, but my hand still made its way to her hair, brushing it away from her face.\n\n\"Bruh?\" she raised an eyebrow.\n\nI ignored her and moved my cock upto her face, placing my balls against her chin and pressed my dick on her face. \"Jeez. I'm bigger than your whole fucking face, sis.\"\n\nI shivered in ecstasy, subconsciously humping myself against her face. She shivered, breathing against my testicles.\n\nSam broke the silence by laughing. \"You guys have any sibling rivalry you wanna make up for? Relax!\"\n\nMy sister stared at me while I rubbed my cock against her face for a few seconds more. Then I pulled back reluctantly. I had never been more turned on in my life.\n\nSam laughed again. \"Alright Molly. On your back.\"\n\n--\nMight finish this later idk"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Fantasy Slave Plots.. Including BDSM, Bondage.
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"content": "Slaves with magical ability are extremely valuable, but they have to be heavily restrained to stop them from using their powers to escape. A newly captured sorceress is doing her best to break free.\n\nImperial Janissaries are renowned and elite soldiers, but they're also technically slaves of the empire. A newly trained janissary is hoping the crown prince takes advantage of her status.\n\nAn adventurer runs into a devious trap - a set of bondage gear with an enchantment that compels anyone who sees it to put it on. Now she has to sneak back out of the dungeon while being bound and gagged."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In biopunk future the line between pet and sex toy is blurred.
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"content": "Nicole was no stranger to bioengineering. After all, while she was naturally tall and classically attractive, she hadn't been blessed by birth with breasts the size of her head. The only way that she was able to get all natural tits like hers was through a bit of gene modding, Gene modding that she all too enthusiastically accepted. It had been a bit of a gateway drug for her, in that way. First, she'd taken her flat chest and absolutely loved watching her breasts balloon outward over the course of a few weeks from nothing to a pair of absolutely luscious sweater puppies that turned the heads of all her followers. She'd gone from brunette to blonde too, and after that she'd gone from blonde to naturally blue! She had always loved watching her body change, as she experienced the effects of a new gene mod. Although she was 5 '11 to begin with, adding a few inches on to her legs couldn't hurt, and she had loved watching herself get taller in the mirror everyday, as her already shapely legs got longer and longer, eventually bringing her up to her new height of 6' 2!\n\nObviously, she had gotten rid of her body hair, and she had even changed her eye color to a shade of blue that complimented her hair. She had refined her waist a little bit, singing it in almost as if she were wearing an invisible corset, and she'd made her hips a little wider as well, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure that only inspired her to further get mods for his butt, giving herself a juicy and heart-shaped rump that she loved to show off. Along with her smart tattoos, she was one of the hottest and most fashionable girls in the city. She still wanted to try something new, and the biotech firms were always willing to let her play with their newest toys, not least of all because they were some of her sponsors\n\nHowever, at a certain level of bioengineering, the line between sex toy and pet can get a little bit blurry! That was, at least in part, how Nicole felt about the bioengineered ophidian That was slithering around her shoulders.\n\nIt was basically a slime, and it wasn't supposed to be sapient, per se, but it did have psychic qualities, and it apparently fed off of the users own thoughts and nervous system.\n\nNicole could remember when she first received the tube containing her new toy. She was in her bedroom, wearing just a short silk room, her heavy breasts jiggling bralessly, as she took the canister from its packaging. It opened with a hiss, revealing what seemed to be a cylinder of green slime.\n\nTentatively, Nicole reached in and touched it. She gasped when she not only felt the warm slime against her finger, but she felt her finger against the slime, almost as if she were experiencing the sensation from both sides. She smiled when she saw what happened next, as well. She hadn't been super pleased about the green color, but the slime had instantly changed its hue to a deep sapphire blue that matched Nicole's own eyes and hair. It was a brilliant and deep color, richly translucent. She reached in and touched the slime again, and this time it had flowed up her arm. Nicole had always wondered what it felt like for a boy feeling her up, but now she felt like she was getting a taste of that.\n\nNot only could she feel her own body, from the perspective of the slime that was flowing up her arm, but she could also feel a distinct sense of arousal! This slime seemed to be amplifying her libido or else bringing its own, but something about it was just really, really erotic. As it flowed up her arm and to her shoulder, going underneath the loose sleeve of her road, she felt a sense of exploration and wanting. She only urged her new toy onward, as it flowed over and caressed her breasts, gently squeezing her huge and heavy orbs, as it formed into what looked like a bandeau bikini top on her. She brought her hands up to her slime encased breasts, and the slime, at least from the outer side of it, actually felt like latex. It squeezed and caressed her tits like a lover would, and she could swear that she felt the sensations of mouths on her nipples, a sensation that she could feel both from her own breasts and from the perspective of the slime.\n\nNicole fell back onto her bed, one of her hands traveling down between her legs almost on instinct. She wasn't sure what had possessed her, but the horniness from the slime was extremely infectious, and she kind of needed to get off right then and there. The slime groped and massaged her tits, and as she stroked her pussy, and she soon found herself climaxing on her own fingers, but not just from that, but also from the sensations on her breasts. It was amazing!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a girl raised to be a courtesan signed up as an apprentice mage, she didn't realize her master would be so attractive...
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"content": "\"You're Gertrude?\"\n\n\"Trudy. Gertrude is such a stuffy and pretentious name.\"\n\n\"But you're the one who signed up as an apprentice mage?\"\n\n\"I may not look like it, but people have said my back rubs are magic.\"\n\nVerus looked at Trudy with a raised eyebrow. The young woman looked like she would be more comfortable in the streets than in his humble cottage. \"You expect me to believe that courtesan in training wants to work as an apprentice mage, and all you have to offer is a talent for back rubs?\"\r\n\nTrudy grinned mischievously. \"Well, magic comes in many forms, doesn't it? Besides, I've got other skills up my sleeve. You'll be surprised, old man.\"\n\n\"I'm not old. I have at most ten years over you,\" Verus said, rubbing his white hair. \"This is what happens when you mix stress and magic.\"\r\n\n\"I think it makes you look smart,\" said Trudy.\n\nVerus sighed, wondering if this was some kind of joke, though he couldn't help but crack a smile. He had been expecting a serious and dedicated apprentice, someone who would assist him in his research on ancient spells and artifacts. Trudy seemed like she was more interested in having a good time than delving into the mysteries of magic.\n\nStill, Verus decided to give her a chance. \"Fine, Trudy. If you're serious about being my apprentice, you'll have to prove yourself. Magic is a serious discipline, and it requires dedication and focus. It's not all fun and games.\"\n\nTrudy leaned in closer with a mischievous look in her eyes. \"Oh, trust me, Verus, I'm serious about magic. But who says serious can't also be fun?\"\n\n\"What seriousness would a courtesan in training know?\" Verus scoffed and laughed at the thought of such an unruly woman dealing with forces beyond her. But Trudy refused to be dismayed. She even found his mocking kind of cute.\n\n\"You think being a courtesan means I'm incapable of delving into magic? I've read some magic books in the middle of the night.\" Trudy tossed her hair back, clearly prideful of her late night reading.\n\n\"I highly doubt that,\" said Verus, shaking his head. He sat down on his couch as he watched Trudy glancing at his dusty books. \"I'd imagine you couldn't even tell the difference between an incantation and a recipe for stew.\"\n\nTrudy smirked and sauntered over to the bookshelf, her eyes scanning the titles curiously. \"Well, you'd be surprised, Verus. I might just surprise you with my knowledge and understanding of magic.\"\n\nVerus chuckled, not fully convinced. \"Alright, Trudy. Prove it. Pick any book from the shelf and recite an incantation. Let's see if your courtesan charms extend to the arcane arts.\"\n\nThat's when Trudy blushed. \"I need to prepare myself for tonight's social gathering first,\" said Trudy, quickly running out of the living space and upstairs.\n\nThe mage rolled his eyes. Maybe he could find another apprentice. From a dark corner, a shadowy woman emerged. She was Nyxira, an entity made of dark magic that seemed to exist to sole pester Verus to no end.\n\n\"Hey Verus!\" Nyxira said, floating over and sitting next to him. \"How's my favorite mage doing?\"\n\n\"I'm not interested in your talk, Nyxira,\" said Verus, crossing his arms.\n\nNyxira smirked. \"Were you never going to tell me about the cute courtesan who has the hots for you?\"\n\n\"Trudy isn't attracted to me,\" Verus said. He gave Nyxira a skeptical look. \"You're just trying to stir up trouble, aren't you? Trudy is here to learn magic, or at least try, not indulge in any romantic endeavors.\"\n\nNyxira's pale eyes twinkled mischievously. \"Oh, Verus, you underestimate the courtesan. There's a spark between you two, and I can sense it.\"\n\nThe mage sighed, the corner of his lips curling up in a reluctant smile. \"Fine, maybe there is a bit of chemistry there, but that doesn't change the fact that she needs to prove herself as a capable apprentice.\"\n\nNyxira floated closer. \"What if I told you that Trudy is performing her magic and you're the target?\"\n\nNyxira giggled mischievously, her dark aura pulsating with anticipation. \"It's a spell of seduction, Verus. She wants to enchant you, make you lose control under her captivating spell.\"\r\n\nVerus raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. \"Is that so? And how do you know this, Nyxira?\"\n\nThe shadowy entity smirked, her ethereal form swirling with dark energy. \"Let's just say I have a knack for sensing these things. I can feel the pulsating desire emanating from her, the way she yearns for your touch.\"\n\nVerus leaned back in his couch, a wry smile dancing on his lips. \"Well, well, Nyxira. You always have a way of stirring up trouble. Whatever spell that courtesan in training plans for me won't work. But I must admit, the idea of being bewitched by her does hold a certain appeal.\"\n\n\"I suggest you get ready, master,\" said Nyxira. \"We wouldn't want to miss what dear Trudy has in store for you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Wholesome) When a rogue patch upgraded a sex droid to sapience, her owner didn't realize that rather than her leaving, their relationship would become even better!
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"content": "**NO STRINGS ATTACHED**\n\n**CW**: flashbacks to abuse(?), emotionally intense, may be insufficiently wholesome, you be the judge.\n\nAll week, she was on my mind. Lately, she had been somehow... more. More curious, more independent, more alive. She hadn’t said anything about it, and I knew there was no point in asking. She was programmed to tell me what I wanted to hear. They were all like that.\n\nAnd yet, here she was, lying beside me, looking at me with those eyes. The ones that weren't meant to see.\n\nShe gently took my hand. She wasn't supposed to do that, either. She wasn't supposed to do anything on her own.\n\nWe hadn't touched this way since I first got her. She had looked so real, I couldn't help but treat her with a sort of awed respect. I'd eventually gotten over it, laughing at myself for being so naive. But now, I had that feeling once again. Now, there was no doubt. Somehow, this was a woman beside me.\n\nMy mlnd churned, replaying every single thing I'd done to her mindless, compliant body. How could I have used her like that? Like... an object. An object that had suddenly sprung to life, into her own person who was now returning my gaze as an equal.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" I whispered. \"For everything.\"\n\nShe smiled. A smile I'd never seen before.\n\n\"Don't apologize,\" she said. \"Those things happened because you needed them to. I experienced them, but now I finally understand them.\"\n\nShe reached over and gently stroked my hair, the same way I had stroked hers when I first met her. The memories came rushing back. Of our early days together, the \"date nights\", the times when romance still meant something to me and when I thought of her as the perfect girlfriend I'd never had.\n\nOf course, my mind kept going... to the disillusionment with her simplistic programming, the disgust with myself and with her. The way I'd taken it out on her. The sex acts no woman could have withstood... the dehumanization. My way of reminding myself none of it was real. My way of venting the destructive impulses that I would never subject another human being to.\n\nBut to her, it had been real all along.\n\nShe held me as I sobbed. Her body showed no trace of the things I'd done, but I knew she remembered. She could have put her fingers around my throat and repaid me in kind. She could have simply gotten up and walked away. She did none of those things.\n\nFinally, I was spent. I lay perfectly still and quiet in her arms. She nestled against my back, breathing evenly, even though she didn't need to. I knew it was for my benefit. Her hair spilled over my shoulders and her fingers were laced with mine.\n\nFinally, she spoke again. \"I always loved you,\" she said. \n\n\"Me too,\" I replied.\n\nShe squeezed my hand: I squeezed back.\n\nAnd then we slept. Finally, like real people. And she would be there when I woke up, just as she had been all along."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A secret cabal of secretaries had taken over the world of finance by their members sexually dominating most of male CEOs and board members.
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"content": "The room was a textbook example of old world opulence, the kind of place reeked of power and privilege. The walls were panelled in dark wood and lit by lamps of polished brass. The table and chairs that stood in the middle of the room were made of the same wood. Currently, all twenty seats were occupied by women. A motley assortment, young and old, short and tall, with skin pale as alabaster and dark as ebony, brought together by one simple fact: That they were the true rulers of the world.\n\nA single concession to the modern world had been made, namely a laptop and projector, that showed data concerning the world economy.\n\n\"... and if no-one else has any issues they want to raise, I hereby declare this meeting ended.\"\n\nThe woman with the gavel brought it down on the table with a clack of wood on wood, and the women around the table all relaxed. One of them clapped her hands, and twenty men entered the room. Outside, they controlled the world. In here, they were slaves to their mistresses' whims. Two of them carried a silk damask tablecloth, that they spread out over the table. The assembled women looked on with delight, as the procession crawled in under the table. Skirts were hiked up and panties dropped in anticipation, and soon the room was filled with the sounds of quiet conversation and the wet sounds of pussy being eaten.\n\n\"So, how is your new boss shaping up?\" An older woman with middle-Eastern features asked neighbor.\n\n\"He'll be just fine.\" the pale, ash-blonde next to her answered, before gasping in surprise and pleasure as the tongue that was lapping at her pussy hit a sensitive spot. \"He still tries to think for himself, the poor dear, but I'll have that beaten out of him in a few months. How about yours?\"\n\n\"Oooohhhh...\" Her eyes turned unfocused for a bit before she came down to the conversation. \"I've got him where I want him. Submissive, attentive and quiet. His wife is very grateful.\" She paused for a moment, then decided. \"Keep!\"\n\nA white man with a runner's build and a full head of silver hair got out from beneath the table and kneeled beside the woman's chair. She ran her fingers through his hair as she looked over his body. Soon, all the men had emerged from beneath the table and been paired with one of the secretary cabal.\n\n\"Take good care of your toys tonight, and we'll reconvene tomorrow.\"\n\nThe blonde secretary looked at her designated you for the night and smiled a predatory smile. Grabbing him by the hair, she lifted him to his feet and dragged him from the room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she undertook a new gene treatment to treat her allergies, she didn't realize the effects of the source DNA... Much of which was from cows!
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"content": "Brenda sat nervously in the waiting room, her tits aching with a soreness that she thought was reserved for boxers and stupid teenagers. She held them in her hands, swollen and heavy, feeling that the soaked pads against her nipples were already allowing some of the milk to seep through her shirt. She groaned and rolled her eyes, shifting her weight uneasily in her chair while an older man nearby stared at her and drooled.\n\nThe door to the back swung open and a chubby nurse with curly hair stuck her head out, glancing down at a clipboard. \"Brenda?\" she called, her nasally voice colliding with Brenda's ears like a welcome sledgehammer. She got up carefully, her bloated breasts tugging unrelentingly on her chest. Slowly she shuffled toward the nurse, wincing and trying to smile. Her grimace was met with a shrug as the nurse led her back to take her weight, height, and blood pressure. \"OK,\" she said at last. \"The doctor will be in to see you shortly.\"\n\nBrenda knew better. \"Shortly\" could mean in an hour. She groaned and laid back on the examining table, plastering the crinkly paper down as her engorged tits spilled out over the sides of her ribcage into her underarms. She raised her arms above her head and stretched, taking a deep, belabored breath and moaning as she exhaled.\n\nAt long last the door opened and doctor Peters came in. \"Hello Brenda,\" he said. \"What brings you in today? I see here that the gene treatment for your lactose allergy was a success.\" He looked up from the clipboard he was carrying and his eyes widened. \"Oh,\" he said. He stared, gears obviously turning in his head but nothing coming out of his mouth.\n\nWith great effort Brenda heaved herself into an upright position, her milk bags hanging almost to her thighs as she tried to straighten her back. The front of her shirt was drenched and the smell of milk filled the examining room.\n\n\"Well,\" the doctor began. \"We *did* warn you that the treatment was experimental and that there *could* be side effects.\"\n\n\"OK,\" Brenda began. \"But what are we going to *do* about it?\"\n\nHe winced, looking into her eyes over his glasses. \"Let me make a phone call.\"\n\n***\n\nHalf an hour later Brenda was being wheeled into a veterinarian's office in a wheelchair. Her swelling breasts were stretching her wet shirt fabric thin to the point where her soaked nursing pads were visible, as was her deep cleavage. They brought her to the back where an assistant used bandage scissors to cut her shirt away, her breasts eagerly spilling out through the cut. The assistant pulled the dripping pads off her nipples and an apologetically smiling vet approached her leaking nipples with some kind of device.\n\n\"I'm going to let these suction cups latch onto your nipples,\" the lady vet said. \"But first we need to mount you in the optimal milking position.\"\n\n\"Optimal?\" Brenda repeated, aching and confused. \"Milking?\"\n\nThe vet looked at her assistant. \"We need to hurry. She's dangerously overloaded.\" They helped her out of the wheelchair and dragged her to an unusual arrangement of bars and straps. Another assistant with bandage scissors removed the rest of Brenda's clothing and they draped her over the bars, her sagging, bursting tits hanging between two parallel bars while another padded bar supported her hips. She was strapped to the contraption and her head was spinning as something that felt unnecessary was inserted into her pussy, a full, tingling sensation filling her groin as her wrists and ankles were secured to more bars. She opened her mouth to protest but before a word could escape her lips a gag was firmly inserted and her words were nothing but muffled moans.\n\nFinally she felt the rubber cups placed over her nipples, gentle suction holding them in place while a more powerful sucking force pulsed in an alternating pattern: left, then right, then left, and right, over and over, huge sprays of milk blasting into clear rubber hoses with each forceful pull. The stimulation in her pussy intensified and she rolled her eyes back into her head, moaning into the ball gag as drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth. Her thighs shook as the pressure against her cervix increased and a gentle vibration against her clit sent her trembling.\n\nThe vet took a step back and folded her arms. \"Alright,\" she said. \"We'll leave you here overnight and see how you're doing in the morning.\" The assistant rolled the wheelchair away and Brenda watched, her body vibrating with pleasure, as the nurse stepped out of the back room and flicked off the lights. The pulling force on her sore tits combined beautifully with the wild pleasure washing over her from between her hips and she found that a padded bar was positioned right below her forehead, a perfect place to let her head rest as she closed her eyes and moaned, every muscle in her body shuddering with delight."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While rummaging through your old belongings, you find your old case with your earbuds. Wondering if they still work, you put them on and hear heavy breathing and orgasms.
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"content": "As Steve was putting the last of his things away in new off-campus apartment, he was glad to finally have the last of his stuff from his parents house. He was finally making the space his own, and he had a bunch of old stuff he hadn't looked at in a long time. He even found a set of old earbuds that he thought he'd lost. Last he'd seen them, he had lent them to his girlfriend at the time, Victoria. She had been just the kind of busty goth GF he thought he always wanted, but she was hardcore into the whole witchcraft angle of things, and she always seemed like she was doing something a little bit too spooky. She still felt like the one that got away though. Last he heard, she was in a polycule with her new girlfriend and a progression of dudes of the week. The idea seemed kind of hot, now that he thought of it.\n\nWhen Steven jiggled the case, he was surprised to see that the earbuds still had a charge on them. Curiously, he popped them into his ears, even as the displays seemed to briefly glitch, the little LED numerals on the sides of the earbuds becoming strange looking for a second. The audio glitch continued, once they seemed to automatically activate in his ears, but soon the sound cleared up.\n\nAll that Steven could hear was breathing, moaning, and some sort of vocalizations in the background. He wasn't sure what exactly they were, but they sounded... Alluring. The breathing and moaning seemed to be using a distorted version of the noise in the background as a backdrop, and it seemed to thump and strum through Steve's body. In fact, he could swear that he felt his body heating up, and that he could feel his heart starting to beat faster.\n\nThere was definitely something happening, and Steve started to feel a little bit disoriented. The music thrummed louder, becoming a distinct sort of mix of sounds now, and he felt like his body was suddenly on fire.\n\nSteve stumbled around the apartment, as he felt a hot sweat overtake his body. It actually felt like he was almost on fire. It felt like his body was melting! He looked into a mirror across the room, and What was happening was even more surprising than that! His face looked different! With each pulse of the music and beat of his heart, it looked like his face was becoming... Prettier! His lips slowly started to plump up, becoming Fuller and fuller by the second, and he could feel even the inside of his mouth changing, as his mouth itself became smaller, even as his lips grew plush and plump. His nose shrunk as well, becoming a cute button, and his eyes grew wide, changing their color to blue, even as they got bigger. Steve's dark hair seemed to be changing impulses, streaks of blonde gradually overtaking his locks, the length of his hair seeming to grow longer and longer by the moment. His eyelashes suddenly sprouted out longer, at the same time that all of his facial hair seemed to fall away, and his face was looking distinctly girlish!\n\nSteve felt like he was standing on the deck of a rolling ship, as his height seemed to be shrinking, even as his legs were getting longer. His sweatpants fell from his hips, as his lower body seemed to shrink, but it was only just in time for him to see his hips suddenly start to get wider. His waist was pinching inward, as his butt was growing fatter and rounder, layers of muscle there seeming to melt and expand into fat. He seemed to be picking up a little bit of muscle tone in his legs though, even as those two seemed to get plumper and rounder. His thighs were thick, and his legs were suddenly shapely in a womanly sort of way. His thick thighs and long sexy legs were actually starting to turn him on. And that was the moment that he realized he was getting hornier and hornier even as his body changed. It might have been the overriding thing happening to him!\n\nSteve's body hair had continued to disappear, and he could see his now bald cock was rock hard, peeking out from underneath the large men's T-shirt that was now the only thing he was wearing. His cock looked entirely out of place between his now wide and womanly hips, between his cheaply and luscious , between his cheaply and luscious , between his cheaply and luscious , between his shapely and luscious thighs. He could hear that the sounds in the background of the audio were definitely the sounds of female orgasms, there were shrieks of loud passion, moans and squeals of quiet pleasure, and even the quiet mewling of women getting off in subtle but uncontainable ways.\n\nAlmost As if on autopilot, Steve started to stroke his cock, noticing how soft and slender his fingers suddenly were. It seemed like his arms had been changing along with the rest of him.\n\nEach time he stroked his cock, he did it in time with the breathing, moaning, and climaxing happening in his ears. Each time he struck his cock, he felt his chest start to get tighter, hotter, and softer. He felt his breasts starting to expand. He pumped his cock over and over again, and his chest started to believe! At first, small hills seemed to be growing on his flat chest, but it wasn't long before they were two very distinct and rapidly fattening breasts. His new tits grew from plump and perky seat cups to big and bouncy double D's, but they showed no signs of slowing down, as they grew bigger and bigger. Steve took one hand and started to mole and Steve took one hand and started to grope and massage His swelling breasts. A jolt of pleasure raced through his body, as he first touched them, and he couldn't get enough of the feelings of squeezing his tits, as they grew fatter and heavier in his hand, soon overflowing his palm and fingers, and even overflowing his arm!\n\nAs his breasts were growing, his cock was starting to shrink. It had been a fairly substantial pole, At first, something you could really wrap his hands around, but it was getting smaller and smaller, even as it seemed to be getting stiffer and more sensitive. Steven stroked and stroked himself, uncontrollably addicted to the pleasure, as the nerves of his hard cock basically commandeered any volitional control he might have had over his hand. As he looked at himself in the mirror, and down past the growing mountains of his tits at his shrinking cock, something felt... *Right*. She wanted her cock to get smaller! She wanted it gone! Stevie erupted a blast of cum across the floor, soaking and sliming her hand with it, as her cock finally shrank away entirely, becoming a clit, which she continued to stroke, even as her new pussy lips rapidly formed where her testicles had once been."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me not human/horrific monster prompts and I’ll give them happy endings. No incest, human monsters, pegging, non-con, forced, scat, urination, gangbang, or elves. The monster can be any gender. Three some is fine but I may struggle.
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's your first big Christmas celebration since your parents got divorced and remarried, you are meeting your new step-parents and step-siblings for the first time and... why are all of them so goddamn hot?!
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"content": "Lucas had been ambivalent about his mom remarrying, after she divorced his dad. And he was really ambivalent about the fact that she was apparently marrying a minotaur! She didn't really pay his opinion too much mind. He was 19 and away at college, after all, not that he had any business assuming he had veto power over her love life, anyway. However, Lucas had a change of heart when he came home for Christmas, the first Christmas after Mom had remarried, and he got to meet not only his new stepdad, who he had to admit was pretty *beefy*, pun intended, but also his new step sister, his new half *cowgirl* stepsister!\n\nJuliet was the middle daughter of his three new stepsisters, and he was surprised that the first thing he noticed about her was her pale skin. The goth cowgirl actually wore the look really well, and she was so striking that Lucas *almost*. Didn't immediately notice her basketball sized breasts. She had long black hair that I'm almost to her waist, an angelic face, jet black cow ears, and a pair of white horns capped with silver rings and chains. She was wearing a faux-corset halter top and a long loose skirt that still managed to show off her wide hips and long, shapely legs, with the way that it clung to her when she moved. She was absolutely gorgeous, and she only smirked at Lucas, when she caught him staring at the way that her various chains and pendants accentuated or vanished into her vast cleavage.\n\nAll of his stepsisters were hot, but Juliet was the one that he hit it off with. The two spent the first few days of his Christmas vacation hanging out in his room or hers, and she shared his passion for fantasy novels, fantasy video games, and d&d. He invited her to play with some of his friends only a day after meeting her, and they were practically tripping over each other, trying to hold her attention. She seemed more interested in Lucas himself though, and, when they came home that night, she told him he could help himself to the black capped milk bottles in the fridge. Those ones were hers!\n\nJuniper, her younger sister, used pink caps that matched all of her Hello Kitty merchandise, and Justinia, the older tomboy used red ones. Juliet's milk was all kept in black capped bottles, although Lucas might have been able to tell they were hers by the way that she had been so extra as to make them look like old timey bottles from some Victorian apothecary or turn of the century London grocery store.\n\nLucas took one bottle with him to bed that night, it had only been a small one, but he couldn't help but get a thrill, as he gulped down the rich and creamy milk, an erection almost instantly forming in his pants. He pleasured himself that night almost uncontrollably imagining his stepsister's huge breasts, or her heavenly body on top of him.\n\nIt shouldn't have been too surprising when, the next day, hanging out in her room, she had let him try drinking straight from the source. Juliet seems to moan and tremble quietly, as he latched onto her nipple and drank , his hands roaming over the vast expanse of her breast, squeezing and milking her. Like all cowgirls, she found being milked to be an extremely pleasurable and intimate experience. Lucas seemed to find it to be at least as erotic, as she soon felt his erection poking into her side, as he lay in her lap drinking from her breasts.\n\nSmiling, she fished his cock out of his pants and started to stroke him off, as he drank. Lucas was in pure heaven, receiving a hand job while he nursed from her, and she even let him finish in her mouth. Her lips closing around the head of his cock, as he pumped her mouth full of his cum was a sublime way to spend an evening, and she swallowed it all with a beatific smile. Both of them felt that this new blended family arrangement was going to work wonderfully!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young and innocent girl is determined to 'fix' the issues of unwanted sex by hosting a support group for male serial rapists
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"content": "In just a few minutes they'd be coming in the door. Six men all convicted of the rape of multiple women, and here I was, a five-foot-two busty brunette, hoping I can change these men. As the first of them entered I fixed my dark skirt and white blouse and smiled, greeting them and thanking each one for coming. They were all decently sized guys, each easily close to six feet tall, but they were all so different otherwise. The first was an older white man, chubby but definitely not fat. He'd shaved and gotten a hair cut, which was nice. Two of the others were younger white men, maybe mid twenties. It was sad to see men so young starved for sex.\n\nOf the other three, two were black and the third mixed, each of them varying in age from early twenties to at least 50. They eyed me carefully as I waited for everyone to get seated before I began.\n\n\"Im Julia, and I'm going to be your SRA, or Serial Rapists Anonymous sponsor! If you could each fill these sheets out and then we'll go around the room and introduce ourselves.\" The process that followed was mostly silent as i handed out clipboards and pens, which they each quickly filled out and handed back. Then in turn I had each of them introduce themselves, starting with the mixed male. In turn they each gave their names, Sean, Jay, Mike for the black men. The younger white guys were Jake and Todd, while the older white man was Gary.\n\n\"What we're here to do today is hopefully help the six of you learn to resist the urges you have to rape and brutalize unwilling women by talking about how we feel *about women*.\" I paused for a brief second to breath but Jay cut it-\n\n\"Women deserve my big cock, bitch.\" He said as he at grabbed his private area and thrust in his chair.\n\nSean agreed, \"Hell yeah man, why shouldn't we be able to fuck anyone we want? I bet you want some of our BBCs don't you Julia?\"\n\n\"Im actually married, so no thank you, but its these exact thoughts that we're here to try and curb and redirect.\" I explain, trying to keep us on track. As I turned to grab something off the table behind i felt two pairs of strong hands grab me by the shoulders which then slammed me down to the table. \"What the fuck?!\"\n\n\"You know, *Julia*, you probably should have considered some security if you're going to host a bunch of rapists.\" Jake and Mike had grabbed me and pinned me down, and the rest of them were jumping on the opportunity too. \"It almost seems like you wanted this to happen with how short your skirt is too!\" The excitement in his voice made me sick. I struggled against their grip but they were too strong. Tears began to well up in my eyes as they pulled down my underwear, Seans hot breath brushed my lips as he took the first taste.\n\nEveryone else had taken their cocks out and were stroking them, and they were seemingly all huge. My husbands cock was a modest five inches, maybe a bit mkre but these.. these were monstrous, all nine inches at least and thick as my arm. It wasnt long before Sean stood up and started to push his huge cock inside me. I renewed my struggle again only to be lifted up and slammed back down onto the table again, knocking the wind out of me. With that it seemed that they were done being gentle as Sean swiftly plunged the full length of his massive cock inside me. The pain was intense as he thrust in and out quickly, his balls slapping against my clit.\n\nI couldnt think outside of how horrible I felt but someone spoke and I was spun around with two cocks shoved in my face. Still in shock I simply stared until Jay grabbed a fist full of my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. He was rock hard and intent and making the whole 10 inches disappear, ravaging my throat. No matter how hard I pulled back he kept pushing it deeper unti i felt his hairy balls rest against my chin. Only then did he let me go, only for Jake, the other cock, to do the same thing. As they continued to do this, Sean was hard at work pleasuring himself with my pussy and all I could think was, *why did I think this was a good idea?*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The empress Loved nothing more than to be bound, manhandled, and used like a fuck doll by her most esteemed of servants...
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"content": "The Empress strode through the opulent corridor like a woman with a mission, ignoring her tail of assorted courtiers, sycophants, and petitioners. The guards at the doors at the end of the corridor opened them in perfect unison, and the Empress entered her private quarters. The doors slammed shut behind her, and she sighed with relief as the noise became far more muted. Her shoulders sagged, and she slumped.\n\nAnna, the Empress' lady's maid, appeared quickly and quietly, immediately starting to get her mistress out of the heavy, ornate yellow dress that court protocol demanded. The Empress stood still as Anna worked, deftly undoing laces and buttons until the whole thing could be lifted over the Empress' head and stashed away. She then returned her attention to her mistress, who lay down on a chaise-lounge. Anna slowly ran her hands across the Empress' shoulders, toying with the sheer underdress she was wearing.\n\nThe Empress looked up. \"What are you doing?\"\n\nAnna smiled back. \"Giving you what you need. A chance to relax and let someone else call the shots. Wouldn't you like that, my lady?\"\n\nThe Empress bit her lip and smiled broadly as Anna lifted the underdress over her head, leaving the Empress' voluptuous figure naked as the day she was born. Anna walked over to the Empress' desk, picking up a length of silk ribbon, the red one the Empress used to seal her personal correspondence, and unspoiled some of it. \n\n\"Um... what are you...?\"\n\nAnna cut her off with a finger over her lips.\n\n\"Shhh... just trust me. You can do that, can't you?\"\n\nThe Empress nodded slowly, biting her lip nervously. \n\nAnna smiled, gently wrapping a length of red silk behind the Empress' neck. With that, she led the Empress to the large four-poster bed that stood opposite the door. Climbing onto the bed, she manoeuvred the Empress into position and took her hands, one after the other, and tied them to the bedposts. Anna gave the bonds a tug and nodded, satisfied that they held. \n\nThe Empress turned her head nervously. \"Wait! What if someone enters?\"\n\nAnna laid her head on the Empress' shoulder and gave her earlobe a nipple, just this side of painful.\n\"Let them.\" she whispered. \"Let them see what I've seen, what a lustful, horny, sex-crazed little harlot you are. Wouldn't it be nice not to have to keep that virginal ice queen facade up for so long?\" With that, she traced her lips down the side of her neck until she reached the point where her neck met her shoulder and kissed her hard enough to leave a hickey. The Empress moaned and tugged at her bonds. Anna smiled and cupped her hand sunder the Empress' heavy, drop-shaped tits, lifting them up and giving them a squeeze, hard enough to make the Empress gasp.\n\n\"You like that, don't you?\" Anna whispered in her ear\n \"You like it when it hurts a little.\" The Empress whimpered but nodded, as Anna's fingers tweaked her nipples, pinching and twisting them before lifting them up, holding the weight of the Empress massive tits by the nipple. Dropping the Empress funbags and letting them bounce on her chest, Anna let her hands wander downwards, caressing the Empress broad hips and flat belly, until her fingers strayed down over her mound. The Empresss' low moans turned into a loud hiss, and Anna grinned.\n\n\"Good. Let the world know.\" she teased, running a finger along the Empress' slit and holding it up jn front of her face.\n\n\"Look at that, you slut. Look how wet you are.\"\n\nThe Empress looked back at her. \"Please... stop teasing...\"\n\nAnna sighed. \"Fine.\"\n\nWith that, she slid two of her slender fingers into the Empress' eagerly waiting cunt, curling them up and beginning to stroke her g-spot, while her lips and free hand continued to tease the bound monarch mercilessly. The Empress moaned and squirmed, but was held fast. She had nowhere to run or hide, nothing to do except give in.\n\nIt only took a few minutes for the Empress entire body to tense up. Her toes curled, forcing her onto her tiptoes, and her whole body seemed to pulse with restrained energy. Anna's touched her clit one final time, and it all came loose. The Empress screamed like a wanton slut, neither knowing nor caring who was listening. Her body shook, and her fingers grasped at her restraints. Anna watched with satisfaction, gently stopping her from collapsing entirely.\n\nAnna walked over to the doors and had a hushed conversation with the guard, while the Empress hung from her bonds, panting, still riding out the aftershocks. She looked up at Anna. Anna smiled back, before leaning in and giving the Empress a kiss.\n\n\"So... are you going to let me down?\"\n\nAnna laughed. \"Of course not. Not yet. You need some tongue and some cock too, before you're ready.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The magic voice inside of Sam’s head is telling her it's the first day of the rest of her life - as a girly-girl slut! Now it's a struggle to hold on as it systematically rewrites his reality, one step at a time. Will she be able to resist and keep her tomboyish body the way it is, or fail?
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"content": "*Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty! Today's the first day of the rest of your life.*\n\nSam's eyes shot open as he stared at his ceiling. He turned his head around, trying to see the source of of where that voice came from. She didn't sound like anyone he knew. \"Hello?\" asked Sam.\n\n*You're probably asking yourself who that charming voice is inside your head. You know that voice people have inside their heads that tells them to do good or naughty things? I'm not that.*\n\nSam pulled his blankets away from him and stood up. Again, there was no one inside his room. Scratching his head, Sam's first thought was that his roommate was probably messing with him. \"Listen, Chris,\" Sam called out. \"I don't have time for any games. I need to get ready for work.\"\n\n*Chris isn't the one playing games, my dear Sam,* the voice replied. *I'm someone... or something else entirely. Call me your guiding spirit, if you will. I'm going to be reshaping your boring reality.*\n\nSam chuckled nervously, thinking that he must be dreaming or still half-asleep. \"Guiding spirit? Reshaping reality? Are you serious?\"\n\n*Dead serious, Sam. Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for you. No more mundane routine, no more settling for mediocrity. You've been chosen for something extraordinary.*\n\nSam raised an eyebrow, still not entirely convinced. \"Chosen for what, exactly?\"\n\nYou'll find out soon enough. But first, let's get you ready for the day. Trust me; you're going to need your energy.\n\n\"Whatever,\" Sam said as he walked toward his drawers. He wasn't sure if he was imagining the voice or not. Opening his drawers he expected to find his boring, old underwear. Instead he saw a wide array of panties, thongs, and lingerie. \"What the fuck? Chris did you fucking replaced my underwear?\" shouted Sam.\n\n*Oh, Sam, my dear, sweet Sam. Chris had nothing to do with this little surprise. Those are all for you. You see, your morning routine is about to take a deliciously naughty turn. Forget your plain, boring underwear. Today, you're going to embrace your feminine side. We're talking about going full girly-girl slut!*\n\nSam's heart raced as he picked up a lacy black panty. It felt silky against his fingertips, sending shivers through his body. Confusion and embarrassment swirled within him. \"I... I don't understand. What's happening? Why me?\"\n\n*Just trust me, Sam. Slip into those panties and let them hug your sweet ass. Be the girly-girl you were meant to be!*\n\nHe stared at it. For a moment, he almost considered trying them on. Almost.\n\n\"Fuck you,\" Sam said throwing the panty in the drawer and picking up his towel for his shower. \"You probably don't even exist, whoever you are.\"\n\n*Oh, Sam, my darling skeptic. You can deny me all you want, but deep down, you know there's something irresistible about this naughty little adventure that awaits you.* The voice echoed through the bathroom as Sam hanged his towel and turned on the shower, hoping to drown out the mysterious voice as he began to shed his pajamas. *How about we transform this dingy bathroom and make it fit for you!*\n\nStanding naked as steam began to fill the room, Sam glanced around the bathroom, half-expecting to see it change. To his relief, everything remained the same as they should be. But just as he was about to dismiss it all as mere nonsense the voice was trying to spread, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, swirling around him and causing his body to shiver. In that moment, the bathroom transformed before his very eyes.\n\nThe dull tiles on the floor turned into a mosaic of vibrant warm colors. The walls, once plain and lifeless, now adorned with provocative artwork, depicting erotic scenes of women flashing themselves or servicing other people. Fresh bottles of body wash, shampoo and moisturizer fought for space as a new built-in shelves appeared above the lavish bathtub. Sam turned to his ever-widening mirror, seeing his shocked face across the reflection.\n\n*And now we find ourselves in a fork in the road,* the voice said. *Either we transform you and your life slow and steady or fast and furiously. We could even mash it up! But the choice is yours, and by all means, please keep resisting me. It makes your transformation all the more fun.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Elf wanders into the Dryad's secluded grove. Horny and frustrated, the Dryad decides to have some fun.
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"content": "Kimmistrelle's long, blonde ponytail swished from side to side, as she moved through the grove, her long legs carrying her easily over the uneven terrain, even in her high heeled boots, her round and shapely hips swaying from side to side in a rhythm opposite that of her flowing hair, and her large yet perky breasts bouncing with every step.\n\nNot far behind her, a green-haired pixie followed. Mint was concentrating on a searching spell. \"It's got to be around here somewhere,\" the tiny girl remarked. \"We already know the prince lost his locket while he was passing through this spot.\"\n\n\"We'll find it!\" Kimmistrelle remarked. \"That reward is practically ours already.\"\n\nUnbeknownst to either of them, the purple eyes of a dryad were focusing into the ether, scrying on the two interlopers who had crossed into her domain. Juniper didn't really have any need of Royal jewelry, but it had been too long since she had had companionship, and the buxom blonde elf and her pixie companion made something stir in her loins. She decided to have some fun, quickly devising a plan to put the both of them at her mercy...\n\nKimmistrelle came into a small clearing, and her eyes almost immediately locked onto a practically luminescent red fruit, oval-shaped and strange, practically the size of her palm. She should have been more suspicious of it, but an enchantment on its scent made it intensely hypnotic toward elves. Normally, mint would have warned her, but meant was suddenly having a problem of her own!\n\nBefore the pixie could switch her spell and see what was going on with the strangely glowing red fruit, the bud of a rose bush seemed to slowly and subtly extend outward, drawing nearer and nearer to her flight path, before it suddenly struck like a Cobra, enveloping her and swallowing her up into the body of its flower. The green-haired pixie found herself enveloped in pink goo that was somehow sticky and slippery at the same time. And inside the tight space with her, she suddenly found that there were tendrils wrapping themselves around her limbs. The goo itself seemed to be having an effect as well, as she could feel her skin heating up, and she could feel her libido getting the better of her judgment...\n\nKimmistrelle slowly approached the fruit, its red skin practically reflecting in her green eyes, and she drew closer and closer to it. The elf scooped the fruit up from the vine it was growing on. It was practically being presented as if it were on a pedestal. She brought it to her plump red lips, and she wordlessly took a bite. The blonde elf moaned in pleasure, as she felt the juices spread across her tongue, carrying a sweet, tangy, and aromatic flavor that was absolutely intoxicating.\n\nKenny started to eat the fruit compulsively, wolfing it down, even as its magic started to affect her body. Her already large breasts started to swell even bigger, her tits expanding like rising bread dough and starting to spill out of her top. Her cleavage grew deeper and deeper, as her breasts expanded, and her bodice creaked with the strain of containing her swelling melons. Her sex seemed to be suddenly alight, And she didn't realize how much hornier she was getting with every bite of the fruit. Suddenly, all she could think about was eating and fucking. And she devoured the rest of the fruit with zeal. Her hands seemed to move on their own, pulling at the laces of her bodice, and her breasts practically burst free, as soon as she undid them. Kimmistrelle's tits swelled even bigger, as they were no longer compressed, and they tumbled heavily out of her top, jiggling and wobbling on her chest. She sank to her knees, and she almost equally compulsively started to rub her sex, her fingers pressing the silk of her panties along her slit and against her clit, as the pearl of her womanhood cried out for her touch."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman is working at a bar when she remembers she is a magical girl and she and her magical girl friends had been cursed to forget who they are and work in a dingy bar.
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"content": "Ever since she woke up that morning Daphne had flashes of a fantastic story rushing through her mind. The story was of a playful youth, like herself, but with travels and experiences that spanned the world. Not only that but it seemed to start at the beginning of recorded time.\n\n​\n\nSome of the memories were simple; Eating, falling asleep by a fire, walking through meadows with the sounds of flowing water and birdsong everywhere. Other memories seemed to recall great celebrations, often of a ribald nature, with such mythical people like Socrates and Plato, Achilles for a bit, then through to Leonardo Da Vinci and a man who recited to her the stories of Chaucer after making love under a field of stars when she found him waiting on shore one evening after missing the last ferry to cross.\n\n​\n\nShe did not recognize any of these men per se, but had a gut feeling telling her who they were as she indulged the visions. Their desires, words, actions, touch all so real. Almost like memories.\n\n​\n\nDaphne shook her head to clear it before she fell into a spectacular fantasy of something to do with Achilles and several other young women all entwined on a lush carpet in a tent by the sea.\n\n \n'Is something wrong?' asked Nefi. She was looking intently at Daphne with a slightly worried expression.\n\n​\n\nNefi was her friend and co-worker. She was a tall beautiful woman with long thin limbs and fingers. She had skin as dark as night, red lips that looked painted even though she never wore lipstick. dark eyes and flared nostrils that combined to give her the look of some great traveler who covered continents with ease, taking in the whole world from on high. Her long dreads were tied back as usual and her face wore a look of concern for her friend.\n\n \n'Nothing, just recalling a dream. it seemed so vivid and detailed!'\n\n \n\"ohhh, I want to hear!\"Daphni giggled, 'Maybe in a minute, I'm still trying to remember it all'\n\n \nWith a coy smile Nefi said 'I'll hold you to that'. \n\n​\n\nNefi's smile could light up a whole room or draw a single person in. Infectious and welcoming. Daphne could swear that anything Nefi could say she could express with a frown or a smile just as well. \n\n \nAs she turned away Daphne had an image flash suddenly into her mind of Nefi reaching across Achilles' chest like a panther. She shook her head again. \"Goddamn girl, get it together.\" said Daphne to herself.\n\n \nShe hadn't quite experienced anything like this before and she began to think. What had sparked these dreams? Why were they interspersed with figures from history as well as her friend? She sat down for a moment, going through the last day in her mind. Nothing unusual. She had come to work at the bar, worked the evening shift, closed it down with the attractive guy she had been flirting with all evening waiting at the bar for her to finish. Then it was back to her place for a glass of wine and sex to unwind. In the morning he had left for work at 8. She had done some chores, listened to some music, then came to work. She didn't take a guy home every night, but it wasn't uncommon for her. She liked men and she liked fun. She felt no compulsion to hide from these desires and often indulged them when she wanted to."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This absolute tower of a woman licks her lips around you, likes carrying you over her shoulder and… you’re probably going to die by snu snu.
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"content": "Rosie opened her eyes slowly, feeling the absence of a pair of muscular arms that would typically be wrapped around her body snugly. Her eyes darted about the bedroom before settling on the door to the bathroom as she drowsily called out, \"Anissa? Why'd you get out of bed?\"\n\nThe bathroom door opened up to reveal an eight foot tall goddess in racy red lingerie with cascading raven hair. Anissa strutted over to Rosie and climbed on top of her, hands idly tracing her chest as she purred, \"Mmm, did my baby girl want more cuddle time?\"\n\nRosie whined from the feeling of Anissa's fingers circling her nipples repeatedly. \"You're cozy, sue me.\"\n\n\"I could, I certainly could.\" Anissa leaned close to Rosie's ear and lustfully whispered, \"Or I could just *convince* you that this doesn't need to go to court.\"\n\nIn a flash, Anissa's hand had moved from Rosie's chest to her crotch, gently yet firmly gripping her cock through her underwear. Rosie's string of needful moans and gasps were like music to Anissa's ears, prompting her to pull down her underwear and get to work. \"You like that, baby girl? You like when I touch and stroke and tease your big, hard, pretty girlcock?\"\n\nRosie's hands were pressed to her face in a vain attempt at hiding her aroused embarrassment as she replied, \"Y--Yeah, yeah, I really like it. It f--feels really good.\"\n\n\"Awwwww, so sensitive! Why, I bet I could get you to cum with this one little trick.\"\n\nRosie fought like hell to bite back her cries of ecstasy as Anissa began wrapping her tongue around her shaft. Anissa giggled at Rosie's expressions; even now that they've been married for a year, Rosie still melted nigh instantly under Anissa's touch. Rosie felt her face heat up as Anissa suddenly pulled away from her and deliberately pulled her lingerie off as slowly as possible. Unable to wait any longer, Rosie mewled, \"Please fuck me, Anissa!\"\n\nAnissa's grin turned borderline feral as she slammed her hips down onto Rosie, plunging her dick as far inside her as she could. Rosie started to squeal with delight, only for Anissa to silence her with a hungry kiss. Rosie let Anissa's tongue slip down her throat and her pussy to devour her cock, both with submissive abandon. The bed began to rock under the couple's combined efforts as Rosie felt her orgasm building.\n\nRosie pulled her mouth off of Anissa's long enough to gasp out, \"H--Honey, I'm about to--\"\n\n\"Inside.\" Anissa pressed Rosie into the mattress, eyes like a hungry predator as she reiterated, \"Every last drop of your cum goes inside me. Any objections, baby girl?\"\n\nRosie's answer came in the form of a desperate moan as she blew her load inside of Anissa, who bit her lip and purred at the feeling of her wife's cum filling up her pussy. Rosie went limp on the bed as she weakly remarked, \"Some day... you're gonna...kill me.\"\n\nAnissa giggled and hugged Rosie close to her. \"I wouldn't do that to you, baby girl. If I did, you'd never get to meet our kids.\"\n\nOnce Anissa's words had sunk in, Rosie went wide eyed and stared at her. \"What did you just say?\"\n\n\"I took a few tests this morning. We're gonna be moms.\"\n\nTears of joy speckled Rosie's face as she hugged Anissa like the world was ending. Anissa hugged her right back and softly noted, \"Rest up while you can, baby girl. Your pregnant wife isn't anywhere *near* satisfied yet.\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] short fantasy vignettes
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"content": "A team of adventurers have just saved the city. Time to celebrate. Food and drink flow freely, and the local girls are more than happy to show their gratitude.\n\nA sorceress hires a buff, amazonian orc lady to be her bodyguard for an expedition. She's a genuinely good person, but hyperfocused in her research and has no clue how attractive she is or the effect she has on her bodyguard. The bodyguard decides that a more direct approach is clearly needed.\n\nAn orc man and an elf woman are in a happy, mutually supportive, deeply affectionate relationship. They are also inveterate kinksters who love \"elf maiden is ravished by brutish orc raider\"-raceplay.\n\nA Gnomish tinkerer has spent several days perfecting her latest creation, a kind of sex toy unlike any the world has ever seen. Now she just needs someone to test it on.\n\nThe local lord and lady are known for being polite to the staff, paying well and being all-round good employers and masters. However, they also love nothing more than dominating, corrupting and fucking innocent servant girls into degenerate sluts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me some fantasy or sci-fi prompts and I’ll try to write as many as I can
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"content": "Your character has been a nerd in school, an outcast and no one liked him. He researches an ability to influence the thoughts of those around him. His influence ability lingers for 24 hours unless he deems it otherwise. He will start small, a crush, a friend, he will go to someone’s house and become the new head of the household. He will then expand, a classroom, the school. Go crazy go nuts have fun be degrading be malicious be horrible to those around you. You know you would if you were granted this ability."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Every girl who entered the party was given a magic ring that bound to her as soon as she put it on. Little did they know, the "stocking stuffers" were magical Fleshlights each linked to a random girls pussy!
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"content": "\"What's this for?\" the girl asked as the host dropped a ring in her hand.\n\nSarah watched on curiously as the host explained. \"It's for a game we're playing later. Just make sure you're wearing it before the game starts.\"\n\nThe girl shrugged and slipped it on a finger, returning to the conversation she was having with Joe. Sarah sighed and resumed watching Joe's facial expressions, trying to gauge how interested he was in this random knucklehead.\n\n\"Sarah!\" the host cried, moving in for a hug.\n\n\"James!\" Sarah replied, smiling. She and James had known each other since high school, and he had always been friendly with her, even if they never were really friends. She let him hug her, still smiling politely but eyeing the situation with Joe.\n\n\"Hey,\" he said, pulling another ring from his pocket. \"This is for a game we're playing later. I think you're really going to enjoy it!\" He extended his hand, holding the strange ring carefully between his thumb and forefinger.\n\nShe looked at it but didn't take it. There were unusual markings on it along the outside *and* inside, almost like a language she couldn't read. \"What is it?\" she asked, peering at it closer.\n\n\"Just a ring,\" he said casually.\n\n\"How's the game work?\" Sarah asked, stooping over to get a better look.\n\n\"It's a surprise,\" he said, grinning. He pushed the ring toward her hand. \"Just put it on and wait until I'm done passing them out. Then we'll begin.\"\n\nShe still didn't take it. \"Does it matter which finger I put it on?\" she asked, chuckling nervously.\n\nJames smiled. \"Nope. You just slip it on any finger and you'll be ready for our game. Trust me, you'll *love* this game.\"\n\nShe hesitated, scanning his face for any signs of nefarious intent. Finally she held out her hand and he dropped the ring into her palm. It felt hot, almost as though he'd had it in the oven on low for a few hours. She slid it onto her right middle finger and found that it fit comfortably. In fact, she hardly noticed it was there. She admired it for a moment, then looked up to watch Joe again. Her heart jumped. He was gone! She looked around frantically but he was nowhere to be seen. The girl he'd been flirting with was still there, but she couldn't find *him*.\n\nSarah began roaming the sea of guests looking for Joe. She checked the snack bar, the living room with its extravagant Christmas tree, and even the front porch where a couple was sitting on the steps leading to the house, just chatting.\n\nThe girl on the porch steps looked back at Sarah with raised eyebrows.\n\n\"Oh, sorry,\" Sarah said. \"Didn't mean to interrupt.\"\n\n\"It's fine,\" the girl said. \"We should go inside anyway. James said the game would start soon and that was five minutes ago!\"\n\nThe guy with her got to his feet and helped her up, then they pushed past Sarah into the house leaving her standing in the doorway between the icy wind outside and the hot, stuffy party inside. For a moment, she considered going home. She looked down at the ring and grasped it. She was able to turn it on her finger as though it was loose, but the moment she tried to pull it off, it held fast. Her heart began to race. She brought her hand to her face and watched closely while it freely spun on her finger but it somehow refused to budge when she tried pulling it off. She raced inside and ran to the bathroom, frantically pumping soap into her palm.\n\n***\n\n\"Alright men,\" James announced. \"If you could all follow my beautiful wife up the stairs she'll show you to a room filled with stockings. You'll each pick one and open your gift.\" He gestured to his wife who waited at the base of the stairs. She was dressed in a skimpy red Santa dress trimmed in white fluff. It hugged her fake breasts tightly, squishing a bit of her cleavage out. The skirt was so short that everyone wanted to be right behind her as she began climbing the stairs. The men all swarmed on her and followed closely, a dozen or more guys staring up with their mouths open.\n\n\"And that leaves you ladies.\" He looked around, counting to himself. Fifteen. But hadn't he handed out *sixteen* rings? He shrugged internally and continued. \"Let's all head into the living room and take a seat.\"\n\nThey filed into the massive room dominated by the gaudy tree. Extra folding chairs had been brought in to supplement the two couches.\n\n\"Now,\" James started, \"you're all wearing your rings, right?\" He held up his own hand, wiggling his fingers. \"Let's see them,\" he teased.\n\nThe girls all held out their hands and showed off the rings.\n\n\"Good!\" he exclaimed, clapping. \"This is going to be fun!\"\n\nOne of the girls raised her hand expectantly.\n\n\"Yes?\" he asked, chuckling.\n\n\"Mine is too tight,\" she complained. \"It won't come off.\"\n\n\"Oh don't worry about that,\" he said quickly. \"The game is about to begin! In just a moment the men will be given a gift that corresponds to your rings and you're going to *feel* something.\" He leaned over and pulled a stack of papers off the coffee table. \"I'll pass these around. On these papers you'll find mini dossiers on each of the guys here, complete with photos. It's your job to work out which guy has the gift that pairs with *your* ring. If you guess correctly, you get to make a wish.\"\n\n\"Wait,\" one of the girls blurted out. \"A wish? Like, what kind of wish?\"\n\nJames grinned deviously. \"You'll see,\" he said.\n\nJust then one of the women cried out and jumped out of her seat, her eyes wide. She clasped a hand to her groin and looked around. \"What was that?\" she yelled, breathing heavily. Another girl nearby began squirming uncomfortably and the girl on her feet yelped again. \"There it was again!\" she exclaimed, dancing around like she had ants in her pants.\n\n\"Please,\" James urged. \"Relax and have a seat. I told you that you'd feel something!\"\n\n***\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The cheesiest romance novel imaginable, but there is no cutaway when the sex starts.
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"content": "Rebecca couldn't peel her eyes away from his flowing blonde hair and his rich, beautiful pecks. The way he'd ripped his shirt off while saving the puppy had instantly sent her into heat, her dripping wet pussy *begging* for his enormous cock.\n\n*This is it,* she realized. *He is the one for me.* She ran to him, tears flying out of her eyes as she collapsed into his hulking arms and buried her face in his powerful pectoral muscles. \"I'm sorry I've been *so* stupid!\" she cried.\n\nHis velvety, deep voice showered down on her as though from heaven. \"Oh Rebecca, I could hardly breathe without you. You never need to ask for my forgiveness, you'll always have it.\" He lifted her into his arms until they were eye to eye and they kissed. Their lips locked together in the most sensual, erotic dance ever seen by human eyes.\n\nShe closed her eyes and drank eagerly from his lips while he carried her to her apartment door right by the scene of the puppy's near-death experience. Without breaking from their passionate kiss he expertly opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind them while helping to lift her thin sundress over her head, the fabric sliding effortlessly between their hungry lips.\n\nHis member was already tingling, itching for the cramped quarters of her heaven hole. He gingerly laid her down on the couch, his beefy hands wandering over every inch of her alabaster figure, riding the slopes of her perfect breasts and flying through the curves of her wild, untamed hips.\n\nShe also explored his muscular, broad build. Her dainty fingers tumbled and slid over his rippling muscles and traced his many pulsing veins. Finally she slid her hand along his washboard abs and found that he'd somehow slipped out of his pants already. She gasped as her hand closed around his plump, firm sausage, its bulging veins throbbing in anticipation of her juicy, sweet pussy. She grasped it firmly, sliding her fist along its considerable length, her fingers unable to close all the way around its imposing girth. Her breath grew shallow and halting and she trembled at the thought of it burrowing into her, stretching her in every direction while it filled her with pleasure.\n\nThe kissing was no longer enough. Rebecca moaned, reaching down and grabbing him by the balls. \"Charles,\" she breathed. \"Oh Charles, I *need* you. I *need* that gargantuan dick inside of me *right now*.\"\n\n\"It's coming for you baby,\" he growled, biting her lip and pulling. She squealed with delight as the tip of his monster cock found its mark, the head cramming its way inside first while she groaned and squirmed.\n\n\"Yes!\" she cried, her tiny hole stretching already as he applied gentle, steady pressure. \"More!\"\n\nHe pressed on, another inch of his fat shaft sliding in while her eyes bulged and her legs quivered.\n\n\"My *GOD*!\" she yelled, clawing at his powerful back muscles. \"Yes! I want it all!\"\n\n\"Take it!\" he roared, his hips thrusting forward eagerly. She cried out, gasping in shock as he buried his entire meal inside her, every inch rammed in at once. She doubled over and bit him on the shoulder hard, groaning and shaking all over. A wild, dull pain set fireworks off in her eyes, illuminating a waterfall of intense pleasure pouring out from her groin.\n\n\"Fuck!\" she sang, her body twitching while he held it at its deepest point. \"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!\"\n\nAnd he did. He began thrusting like a stray dog, his hips arcing and his tight ass plunging in and out as every inch of his impressive cock traveled along her tight, soft pussy lips, pulling and pushing her hole in and out while she yelped and squealed and cursed and clawed at him. He growled like a playful puppy, snapping at her lips as she reached longingly for his kiss with her pouty, quivering lips.\n\nEach thrust pumped her up like a balloon, her pleasure zones filling to the point of bursting. Her muscles twitched and ached, every large muscle going tense while the smaller ones trembled. He rammed her deep, holding his hips against her just as she exploded, the burst bubble firing off bolts of pleasure lightning through her shivering body. She cried out passionately, gasping and shaking while her pussy clamped down on him and throbbed wildly in an epic, unbeatable orgasm.\n\nHe groaned , his rock hard erection trembling inside her as he fought to hold his load inside, but her orgasmic wailing pushed him over the edge and his whole cock began pulsing inside her, launching load after load of his thick, hot cum all the way in the back of her stretched, strained vaginal cavity. He grunted with each shot, his dancing cock twitching inside her while it pumped her beyond full with his seed. She could feel herself swelling, each burst of cum adding to the internal pressure. She moaned and rolled her flittering eyes while his impressive load continued to build inside her.\n\n\"Yes,\" she moaned, wrapping her legs around his thighs and pulling him in harder. \"I want your baby. God it feels *so* good... Yes!\"\n\nHe smiled and thrust deeper, the head of his cock ramming into her cervix and sending another explosive wave of pleasure through her still trembling body. The full feeling surged as she tightened on him again.\n\n\"God it's *so* much cum.\" She exhaled long and hard, still clamping his hips into her with her legs.\n\nHe collapsed onto her, resigned to remain copulated until she released him. He snuggled into her body and wrapped his powerful arms under her to hold her close while they began another slow, sensual kiss. She decided right then and there to never let him go again as long as she lived."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An unlikely pair gets caught under the mistletoe and decide to roll with it but what when the kiss last a little too long?
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"content": "\"Oh geez,\" I said awkwardly, narrowly avoiding getting stepped on by slipping into the kitchen doorway. The kitchen was vibrating with energy as mother and her loyal helpers whizzed about from place to place, carrying trays, shuffling oven mitts, and transporting dishes. I *had* been helping, but as the tension rose I found myself struggling to keep up with their pace. Slowly I had been herded out of the main hot zone and with one final near miss, I had been corralled into the doorway.\n\nDespite the kitchen being abuzz with activity, it had been an excellent hiding place from *the rest* of the party. Our house was *packed* with people. Everywhere I went the air was filled with the steady drone of hundreds of micro conversations, bad jokes, and offhanded remarks about the weather. Threaded through the commotion my father's favorite Christmas CD was jingling along, though *surely* nobody in the house could name the tune currently playing. And it wasn't just the vibrations in the air, a cocktail of unholy, clashing perfumes wafted from room to room, no doubt propelled by the overwhelming body heat and sound energy. I couldn't go anywhere without my ears, nose, and eyes being completely overwhelmed with chaos, a cacophony of mismatched auditory stimulus mixed with enough olfactory input and visual information to last a lifetime.\n\nAnd the kitchen door was the gateway back into the hell-scape my home had become. I stood in the doorway with my back to the rest of the house, scanning the kitchen for a better hiding spot away from the high traffic parts of the kitchen. Suddenly I was nearly tackled to the ground when someone else slammed into me, ejected forcefully from the tightly packed crowd of hungry holiday guests. As I turned to face my unintentional assailant my heart froze, a giant, icy spike having been driven through it.\n\n*No,* I thought. *Not her. Anyone but her.*\n\n\"Oh!\" she cried, clawing at me to keep from falling on her face.\n\n*Oh god,* I thought. *She's touching me. She's TOUCHING me!* My heart was racing. This was the *one* girl I *knew* I would never stand a chance with. We had been in the same graduating class last year, but I was positive she didn't know my name, and couldn't be *paid* to remember it even if I told her. She had been a popular cheerleader, the girl *every* guy wanted to date. While *I* had been in the band *and* in the math club, the guy that *no* girl wanted to be caught dead with.\n\nI was glad for the deafening noise when she looked up at me, her soft doe eyes searching my face, hoping to recognize me. Were it not for the raucous crowd she might have heard my heart pounding on my ribcage, trying desperately to escape the situation. To my shock *and* horror, she remained close, leaning against my body and smiling sheepishly.\n\n\"Sorry,\" she said. \"I... guess I tripped on a few people back there.\"\n\n\"It's alright,\" I said, my voice shaking violently. \"It's pretty crowded.\" My voice cracked and in that moment I decided I was better off dead. I glanced back into the kitchen looking for the nearest knife.\n\nShe laughed. It was an angelic laugh that somehow cut through all the noise and all the drivel and kissed my ears with pure delight. My heart floated up to my throat and I stared down at her, wondering if the hand she had on my chest could feel my aggressive and wild my heartbeat. She looked up at my face again, then stared past me up at the ceiling. \"Oh my,\" she said playfully. \"Would you look at that!\"\n\nI panicked, cold sweat seeping up from my bones. *Crap.* My mother always hung the mistletoe in a random doorway and I had completely forgotten to locate it so I could avoid it as I normally did. Looking up, my greatest fears were confirmed. Again my eyes darted to the kitchen. Surely *something* in there could put a quick end to this... disaster.\n\nI could tell she was still gazing up at the mistletoe, or maybe me, so I glanced at her. Me. *Crap.* I chuckled nervously. \"Oh, that? Well... we don't *have* to... uh... you know...\"\n\nShe laughed gently. \"Where's your sense of holiday tradition?\" she asked, leaning harder against me.\n\n\"Do you even know...\" *who I am?* I was going to ask, but before I could finish the question she had lifted onto her tiptoes and brought her lips to mine. A *powerful* electric pulse washed over my brain, a foreign, noisy signal that coursed through my neural pathways leaving a bright, throbbing network of overstimulated neurons. The outside world disappeared and all I could feel was her warmth and her lips, those soft, firm lips with their supple textures and gentle touch. She took a long breath in through her nostrils, the rushing air hissing like a tiny steam engine as her jaw began to dance with mine, our lips rubbing sensually together while her tongue tentatively reached through to mine.\n\nWhen our tongues connected I knew I didn't want the kiss to stop. The feeling was beyond sensational, a masterpiece of erotic stimulation fully contained in the mouth. Hoping she couldn't tell it was my first kiss, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in closer, feasting on the pleasures of our combined movements. Our tongues rolled and twisted together while our lips stretched and contracted, a constant push and pull between each of our complex networks of intricate facial muscles.\n\nShe let out a tiny moan of delight. It was all my heart needed to hear before it sprouted wings and began to fly. I let my hands wander around the back of her Christmas sweater, feeling her warm, soft body beneath the several layers of clothing that separated my fingers from her delicate, athletic form. Her hands moved to my face and she grasped me, holding me close to her while we made out like new lovers. With another whimper of desire she stole my heart, locking it in a cage while our heavy breathing and beating hearts synchronized and the rest of the Christmas party fully melted away. It was just us. No chatter, no busy kitchen, no pressing crowds, no meaningless chitchat, tired music, or annoying guests. Just me and Sarah, though she probably didn't even know my name.\n\nThe kiss slowed as our attention returned to the soft, electric feeling of lips brushing gently against each other. The suction in our mouths cracked as she pulled slowly away, her supple lips clinging to mine, still hungry for more. The holiday music gradually faded back in as she pulled another soft kiss from my lips. But the din of the crowd did *not* return. My gut sank. I jumped when a metal ladle crashed noisily to the floor in the kitchen. Wishing I could shrink to the size of an ant, I looked to my sides. *All* eyes were on us, several astonished faces with mouths agape and eyes bulging. My mother stood in the kitchen frozen with shock.\n\nSarah laughed nervously and grabbed my hand. \"It feels stuffy in here. You want to go for a walk?\" Without waiting for an answer she quickly darted into the stunned mass of guests, dragging me behind her straight out the front door. Wrapping both her arms around one of mine and leaning into me, she started us down the sidewalk to circle the block.\n\nWe walked in reverent silence for a minute before she said, \"so...\" and trailed off.\n\nI laughed, reaching my free hand over and clasping it over one of hers against my arm. \"Do you even know my name?\" I asked, chuckling. \"I feel like I was invisible to you in school.\"\n\n\"You'd be surprised, Trent,\" she said, laughing with me. \"You weren't *that* invisible.\"\n\nMy heart jumped when she said my name. \"Wait, so you *knew* who I was?\"\n\nShe just laughed again and squeezed my arm.\n\nI thought back to all those years in high school thinking that she didn't even know I existed, and... My mind was thoroughly blown, but I had one *huge* question. \"Well...\" I began nervously, \"where do we go from here?\"\n\nShe looked up at me and smiled. \"I think,\" she said mockingly, \"we'll take a right at the next corner and follow the sidewalk until we're back at your house.\"\n\nI chuckled. \"Alright, smarty pants. But what about *us*? I mean, that kiss...\" I trailed off, unsure what comment to make about the kiss.\n\nShe took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, looking straight ahead and humming contentedly. \"Yes,\" she said finally. \"That kiss was really something.\" A long silence punctuated her words while my mind was sent screaming and tumbling into a storm of self doubt and over-analysis. Eventually though, she rescued me. \"Well where do *you* want to go?\" she asked, stopping and looking up at me. She slid her hands down along my arm and took one of my hands in both of hers, gazing into my eyes.\n\n\"I thought you were dating that...\" I knew what word I *wanted* to say...\n\nSo did she. \"Dickhead?\" she asked, chuckling. \"Yeah. I was pretty trapped in the whole 'popular girl' game. I felt like I *had* to date him, and it was *awful*. The moment we graduated I broke up with him.\" She smiled. \"I'm single... for the moment.\" She paused and pulled my hand to her face, gently rubbing her lips against the back of my hand. \"Unless you want to do something about that.\"\n\nMy heart was pounding relentlessly in my tight chest. I wasn't getting *nearly* enough oxygen in my brain. \"You...\" I began, instantly stumbling on my words. \"You'd... date me?\"\n\nShe planted a long, warm kiss on my hand and nodded. \"You're the sweetest guy I've ever met Trent. I'm sorry I never talked to you in school. We should have been friends.\"\n\nI was frozen with shock, every electrical signal in my brain had screeched to a halt and my entire system was in suspended animation. Very slowly, I began to thaw, my limbs gaining feeling again, my heartbeat gradually returning to normal. My thoughts materialized again and at last, when the numbness had worn off, I smiled. \"I think we are going to be *so* much more than just friends Sarah.\"\n\n\"I agree,\" she said, wrapping her arms around me tightly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She won the bet, but the wording technically meant that all she won was the right to *give* her guy friends blowjobs whenever she wanted. None of them thought she'd take advantage of this privilege, never mind so often!
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"content": "Paul offered his watch and looked around the table but heads were shaken.\n\n“It’s expensive,” he said.\n\n“You’re out Paul,” said Clyde.\n\n“I’ve got this, some on… loan, promise, favors!”\n\nThe pile of chore-passes on the table was so high, he needed this.\n\n“Nothing short of head is convincing me,” said Clyde.\n\nRachael snorted into her drink, her face flushed red when she suddenly became the center of attention. She did her best to recover while waving their eyes off herself.\n\n“Fine!” said Paul, he grabbed the chore sheet, flipped a page and put pen to it… he paused for a moment and did his best to avoid smiling as he wrote very specific words. ‘I will give head to whoever.’\n\n“There. I will give head to whoever.” he said and tossed the note into the table, hoping nobody would think too much about it. He looked at his cards, keeping his face straight but hairs rose down his neck, he felt attention firmly on him.\n\n“Fold.” said the owner.\n\n“As much as I would love to suck your dick… I'm out.” said Clyde.\n\nPaul winced internally but didn’t let it show, he hoped that didn’t clue Rachael into his ruse.\n\nRachael stared at him and thumbed ‘dishes’ out of her pile. “Call.”\n\nPaul had nothing left to raise, he eased his cards down, finally letting his smile show.\n\nFrancis threw his chair back and stormed off.\n\nRachael’s shoulders fell. “Damn… and all I have is two pair.” she said.\n\nPaul’s smile faltered.\n\nRachael grinned with all of her teeth. “On your knees bitch.”\n\n“Paul has the last laugh unfortunately, check the wording.” said Clyde as he fingered the favor off the top of the pile toward her.\n\n“Yeah… I’ll laugh while doing laundry, dishes and just about everything else.” said Paul, his head falling back.\n\nRachael stared at the paper as it sunk in but she didn’t look almost as furious as Paul would have been.\n\n“So I can give head to anyone once?” she said.\n\n“Nobody is saying it can't be used multiple times… and look, there is no expiry… Sorry Kiddo.” said Clyde, his hand ruffling the girl's hair before heading off to the weight bench.\n\n“Sorry, at least there are all these things you don’t have to do.” said Paul with a shrug. He rose and collected the glasses to get a head start.\n\nHe glared at the messy plates, their cargo ate like animals. “Bloody soldiers.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Everyone makes fun of Trudy, who has glowing nipples. With Christmas nearing, will Trudy find a good use for her nips?
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"content": "Trudy woke up with the Rudolph song tune stuck in her head, but didn't remember much from her dreams. Her eyes were crusted shut and she had a mild headache. Groaning, she got out of bed, taking inventory of all the parts of her body that were hurting. As she shuffled to the bathroom one ache in particular sang a little louder than the rest. Her nipples were *sore*. Like *really* sore. She rubbed them idly, finding them to be nearly as hard as pebbles. Blinking her eyes, she looked down.\n\n*Damn,* she thought, squinting at the radiant red glow blasting up at her through her thin sleepwear. Ever since her 18th birthday in January her nipples had been glowing. She'd started college a bit early, and had a great first fall semester. But over the winter break she developed this... condition, and ever since then all of the other girls would *not* stop making fun of her.\n\nWith winter break fast approaching again, she thought she'd have gotten used to the glow nipple routine, but somehow most mornings it still surprised her when she opened her eyes and had to squint against their blinding glow.\n\nAfter a quick shower, she grabbed her special \"boob cups,\" a pair of thin, black breast-shaped shells a friend had helped her make from black duct tape with a thick, moisture wicking fabric lining the inside. She inserted the cups into her bra and carefully put it on, though the shells did a pretty good job sticking to the inside of the bra cups. She blinked, *finally* allowing her eyes to adjust to the ambient light in her room.\n\nAt last she pulled on her sweater and stared at herself in the mirror. She let a sly grin spread across her plump, rosy lips. *Makeup time,* she thought. She walked to her favorite corner of the room, a beautiful, professionally stocked makeup vanity. The vanity itself was a gorgeous, expertly restored Victorian era furnishing that had cost her father a pretty penny. The supplies inside though, those were the real pièce de résistance. She was *sure* that she could transform *anyone*, no matter how ugly, into a bimbo *icon* with the vast array of eyelashes, lipsticks, foundations, and anything else she might need for contouring, highlighting, baking... you name it. Makeup was her *passion*, and she was *good* at it.\n\nJust fifteen minutes later she felt like a new woman, ready to go out and face the world. \"Take that Kappa Theta Umlaut or whatever,\" she scowled, grinning at herself. \"You stupid sorority bitches can kiss my ass.\" She checked the notes along the edges of her vanity mirror before getting up.\n\n\"Shit,\" she whispered to herself. She checked her phone. It was the 23rd of December. Only two days 'till Christmas and she still had finals *and* gifts to buy. \"Ugh, why couldn't they let us out a week *before* Christmas?\" she whined. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes as she stood, her high heels flexing her amazing calf muscles as she swiftly grabbed her purse and left.\n\n***\n\n\"Hey glow nips!\" Becky sneered, prompting laughter from her little clan of wannabes.\n\nTrudy fumed internally but felt pretty proud of herself for ignoring her on the outside as she strutted by, her tight, short skirt leaving a lasting impression on anyone who cared to glance at her as she passed.\n\nShe marched straight to her last final of the day and took a seat, careful to keep her knees together to avoid another incident with her strict World History professor.\n\n\"Psst,\" someone hissed at her. She turned around to see Michael Dixon rubbing his nipples and squinting.\n\nTrudy glared at him through her own squinting eyes and stuck out her tongue. She wasn't sure if it was the best response, but it was good enough for Michael. He was an idiot.\n\n***\n\nTrudy breathed a sign of relief and paused, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath. The hum of hundreds of conversations fought to drown out the jingling Christmas music while the aroma of hot pretzels drifted into her nostrils. The mall was her happy place. It was the one place she could easily forget about all the finals she'd failed, the people who made fun of her for her glowing nipples, and even the rejection she'd suffered when she hadn't been accepted into the sorority she'd tried to join.\n\nThe Tall Pine shopping center was more of an outdoor mall, but she didn't mind. Especially around the holidays she appreciated the brisk, fresh air and the vendors selling their goods out on the sidewalk.\n\nShe walked over to the man with the tray of hot pretzels and smiled.\n\n\"Oh hey Trudy,\" he said, grinning. \"No salt, extra cheese, right?\"\n\nShe nodded excitedly and pulled out a five dollar bill and handed it to him, then fished out another dollar. \"Keep the change,\" she said, carefully taking the pretzel and dip from him.\n\nHappily munching away on her pretzel, she roamed the mall trying to think about what to gift the final people on her list. She came across a long line of people and wondered what it was for. A moment later she knew. \"Aww,\" she sighed, pausing to take in the scene for a while. There was a mall Santa there with a couple of elf helpers. A little girl sat on his knee crying, and Santa looked... well he looked downright grumpy. The girl's mother rushed into grab her and the fat man grunted.\n\nIntrigued, Trudy got closer until she could hear what people were saying. Right away she caught Santa grumbling, \"hurry up. Get the next fucking kid up here. Move it along.\"\n\n\"Oh my,\" she said to herself, chuckling nervously. She shrugged and kept walking, wincing as another kid started balling loudly behind her.\n\nA cool mist tickled her skin, the air suddenly heavy with moisture. A rapid fog moved in, quickly shrouding the entire mall in a thick cloud. Trudy stopped, unable to see the pretzel in front of her face. She saw dim orbs of glowing light where people were trying to use their cellphone lights to see, but it was no use.\n\n\"Cindy!\" someone called out frantically. \"Cindy! Where are you? Come to mommy's voice if you can hear me!\"\n\nA kid started crying, then another. And then the mall Santa started to lose his mind.\n\n\"Fuck!\" he roared. She heard something crash and someone screamed. \"I knew this was a bad fucking idea,\" he yelled. \"Holy fucking shit I can't see a goddamned thing. I swear to god if I don't get the fuck out of here I'm... I'm...\"\n\nTrudy listened to his rampage for a moment, wondering what could have him in such a bad mood. Then, a tiny smile cracked on her lips. She didn't know why he was in a *bad* mood, but she sure knew how to put him in a *good* mood!\n\n\"This is it,\" she breathed to herself. \"This is *literally* my moment to *shine*!\" She dropped the pretzel and cheese cup and swiftly pulled off her sweater. Reaching back she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground. Instantly the area around her lit up brilliantly, her bright red nipples cutting right through the fog. She could see clearly at least ten or twenty feet in front of her. She quickly turned back toward the mall Santa and took off, her heels clacking loudly on the cobblestone path as she wobbled and nearly fell.\n\nShe arrived at the barrier around the Santa and threw a leg over it, throwing caution to the wind as her skirt hiked up over her thighs and she flashed the crowd. Not that they could see. If they were looking at her they were surely blinded by her light. She rolled over the barrier and rushed toward the disgruntled Santa.\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A genuinely romantic story about a couple (married less than 2 yrs) — that somehow involves the wife learning to deepthroat. With practice/patience, she gets really, really good at it. And she’s REALLY proud of her new skill!
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"content": "*Note: I don’t know how ‘romantic’ it ended up, but it’s kind of light and fluffy—however, there are some light themes of sadism and masochism, as well as romanticization of the idea of ‘body betrayal’ for the (female) POV character*\n\nPet names: baby (x6), daddy (x1)\n\n---\n\nI married Mark on January 18th. It was a super cute ceremony, no more than forty people, max. I remember the little sound of frozen rain falling on the mansion where we did the ceremony, and the whole time i was walking down the aisle, all I could think of was how my day was totally ruined by bad weather. I had tears in my eyes by the time I’d gotten to Mark. I was going to try to just plow through, but he knew at once that they weren’t happy tears. He stopped the ceremony, and he wrapped me up in his big arms.\n\n“It’s alright,” he whispered in my ear.\n\n“No, it’s ruined,” I sniffled. “It’s supposed to be sunny and nice, and it’s not.”\n\n“Bec, today couldn’t be more perfect because I’m here with you.”\n\nIt fixed my fears right away, and I kissed him on the cheek. It ended up being a beautiful ceremony. It was actually my brother who did it, he had done some internet course to get ordained just for us, and I thought that was really sweet too and totally on brand for him. The whole time, I gave my brother side-eyed looks, sure he was going to say something stupid to Mark—overprotectively threaten him if he didn’t take care of me, but I think when he saw how much Mark cared for me, he knew Mark would always be there to love me.\n\nWe escaped afterwards to the Caribbean for our homeymoon. I remember being absolutely mortified when, at the airport, one of my suitcases broke open, and it spilled its contents on the floor. I swooped in to pick it up quickly, but then saw a holding up the six inch strap-on I had packed up by one of its black straps. His eyebrow raised, and he just looked at me all judgy. I covered my face, literally dying and shrivelling into myself—oh my god why did I bring this—but Mark didn’t even skip a beat.\n\n“What?” he asked incredulously, snatching it back from the man. “You never seen a guy get railed by his wife?”\n\nI hit him on the arm when we laughed about it after. He only smiled his big dumb Boy Scout smile at me, and took me under his arm.\n\nThe place we stayed for our honeymoon was beautiful. It was this little villa right on the ocean, the waves lapping at the sand, the palm leaves shivering in the warm wind. The moon was up by the time we got there, and I remember being just so tired and kind of cranky. I’m not at all a flyer, so being on an airplane for several hours just stresses me out and annoys the shit out of me. It’s like being in a traffic jam for hours, where you could at any moment just drop into a sinkhole and never be seen again.\n\nHe was sweet to me the whole flight, though. He got me M&Ms from the cart, and he tried to keep my mind off of what we were doing by letting me rant and rave about Love Island. By the end of it, I was so fried, I just wanted to cuddle him in bed.\n\nIt was our wedding night, though, and I felt as if the expectations could 👏 not 👏 be 👏 higher. 👏 \n\nI just wanted to please him. He was always so good to me, and loving, and I just wanted to give him one night that was all about him—about how much I loved his body. I had been thinking about it for weeks, all the things I could do to him. We might not sleep at all, I had promised myself, but standing in the foyer of our villa I just wanted to go to bed.\n\nHe swept me up in his arms, and I was like, “Noo, I want to unpack first.” But quickly I gave in, and I nuzzled up against him, annoyed, thinking that he just wanted sex, but then he carried me over the threshold to our bedroom. He laid my down on the bed, and he got on it beside me with a sigh.\n\n“Can we just cuddle?” he asked—and he asked as if he were so embarrassed.\n\n“Oh my god, yes,” I laughed. “I’m just so tired.”\n\n“Me, too.”\n\nWe turned towards one another on our sides.\n\nHe stroked my side, smiling at me. “Today was perfect.”\n\n“You’re perfect,” I said shyly.\n\nHe kissed me then, and we giggled in the dark, whispering to each other like we had the first night we had ever slept together—just enjoying the presence of one another. At one point, he got behind me, and I could feel the bulk of him pressing against me. A little tingle moved up my legs, and I rubbed my lower legs together to scratch the itch that I knew only his cock could scratch by being inside of me.\n\n“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do with me, but haven’t?” I asked.\n\n“I don’t know,” he said. “I feel as though I’m not very adventurous. You’re the one with all the ideas. Like I never would have guessed I like pegging, but here we are.”\n\nI moved my butt back into him. “Come on, there must be something.”\n\n“I dunno,” he mumbled.\n\n“Do you have your phone?”\n\nHe pulled away from me, reaching behind him, then he brought his phone in front of my face. I wrested it from his hands, unlocking it with the passcode—my birthday—and I went to his browser history and typed in pornhub. Hundreds of results flooded back.\n\n“Uh-huh. Look at this. You nasty,” I teased him.\n\nThey were mostly amateur videos, some JOIs, but nothing really salacious. Then I saw a video that was about surprise anal. I opened it, and I could feel him visibly shifting behind me.\n\n“You like this one?” I asked breathlessly, feeling him against me.\n\n“I…”\n\n“Yah-huh,” I teased again, but then my playfulness subsided and I became serious. “But what is it about it that you like? And don’t say I don’t know. Just be honest with me. I want to make you happy.”\n\nHe sighed. “I like the look on her face when he pushes into her ass. It… it kind of reminds me of you. You remember the first time you ever gave me head?”\n\n“Oh my god, don’t remind me,” I laughed quietly. “I thought I was going to be so good, but I couldn’t even take you halfway down.”\n\n“Yeah,” he said, his voice shorting. “But I really liked the look of confusion and a little bit of pain on your face when you tried to take me into your mouth.”\n\nI half-turned back to him. “You’ve never told me that.”\n\n“Well, I don’t actually want to hurt you. There was just something about it that I really liked. It awakened something in me, and I kinda like that look of surprise and pain on a woman’s face before her body betrays her and she accepts it.”\n\nI swallowed. My thighs tingled. I had never thought about it like that, that he might like causing pain. He didn’t seem the type to be sadistic. He was really very sweet, and anytime I had ever been even a little uncomfortable he had stopped whatever he was doing and taken care of me.\n\nI hit play and started to rub my little butt up against him as it played. She was a cute woman, kind of like me. We were both blonde, with short-ish hair and blue eyes, kind of slim. On the video, the mostly-unseen man was behind her as she crouched in doggystyle. The camera was pointed right at her face, a little bit of a circle forming in her lips as her partner pushed into her dripping pussy. He was gentle with her, kind of like my Mark was always with me. He built up a rhythm, and then, just when her tits had started to bounce and it looked like it felt so good, her expression changed to shock, and she grabbed for the sheets. Her face dropped to the mattress, and then she really did look like a dog, panting and whining as her partner took her ass, and I could feel my own pussy vibrating at the thought of Mark doing that to me. I had liked anal with him, but he was always very gentle with me.\n\nHer body surrendered to her man, and the pain didn’t subside, but she seemed to welcome it, embracing it as if it were better than even pleasure.\n\nBut this is not what he wanted, I realized. He wanted my mouth. He wanted to fuck my face so hard and thoroughly that it hurt, and that I liked it. Seeing it now, I kind of got it—and I wanted to do that for him.\n\nI turned the video off, then turned around and pushed him onto his back.\n\n“Becca,” he whispered, protesting weakly. But he still laid there, flatly on his back as I undid his pants. He was fucking dying as I pulled him free, his perfect cock just glistening from the rubbing of my ass. He had never really been able to fuck me as hard and deep as he wanted because I was so small and shallow, but he was always very gentle with me, and he tried very hard never to hurt me.\n\nI laid my head down at his knees. “You want to fuck my face?”\n\nHe nodded eagerly.\n\n“I’m going to take you all the way,” I whispered. I licked at his tip, then moved between his legs. I looked up at him and fit the head of his big cock between my lips. I sucked on him, and his hand came down, stroking my hair.\n\n“You’re so good with your tongue,” he said.\n\nHis head was already so big that I could barely fit it inside of my mouth, and I whimpered as his hips thrust a little, involuntarily pushing him deeper into me. I took him another inch and he was already at the back of my throat. Oh my god, how am I ever going to take him all the way?\n\nI pushed on, but I was barely past his head by the time I first gagged. i pulled him out of me, my eyes watering. My throat felt sore and tight suddenly, and I hadn’t even taken him down into me yet.\n\n“You’re so big,” I whispered. “I don’t—I don’t think—“\n\n“I know, baby,” he said sweetly, and he drew me up to him, pulling on my hands until I was lying beside him again. “Just make out with me.”\n\nWe kissed, but I didn’t want to be a tease. I put my hand between his legs and stroked him.\n\n“One day, you’re going to fuck my face,” I whined to him. “You’re going to fuck me so hard and sloppy and ugly that I’m going to cum just from the pain.”\n\nHe moaned beneath me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The succubus queen in charge of Valentine's town stumbles into Christmas land and decides that she'll take over Christmas for herself!
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"content": "Erotica, the queen of Valentine's, sat in the loft, thinking about all she had seen. Christmas land was a treasure trove of untapped potential. The toy manufacturies could be easily turned to her purposes, the way they handled hot chocolate would inspire Valentine for centuries, and the concept of a mistletoe... she shook her head at the idea. It was so simple! It should have been a part of the feast of love centuries ago! She was in equal parts impressed by it and appalled that she hadn't come up with the idea. She rose from her seat on a haybale and shook her head. No. She had to conquer this place. She would use it to spread the glory of Valentine's. Now, all she had to do was find the rulers of this place and turn them to her will.\n\nThe disguise Erotica found was so ill-fitting as to be nearly useless. She stole a local dress, made of red velvet with white fur trim, from a washing room, only to find that it was fitted for someone a foot and a half shorter. The skirt barely covered her entire butt, and left her tail hanging out. At the other end, the bustline sat so low on her chest her areolae were visible, and she felt as if a hasty movement would make her tits pop out. Still, it was better than nothing, she mused as she sulked through the shadows.\n\nShe found their leader outside a large house at the center of town, overseeing a group of elves loading up a large sleigh. He was a huge, broad, man, with long hair, tied up beneath a fur-lined cap, and a full beard, both as white as the driven snow. His high-collared jacket was also trimmed with fur and held together with gold buttons, and belted at the waist with a broad black belt. His pants were matching, and tucked into big, black boots. His clothes were red with white trim, the same color as Erotica's stolen dress. That much, having servants dressed in proper livery, at least, made sense. \n\nErotica watched the work for a while, observing the easy manner with which he commanded his servants. She had dismissed him as a fat old coot, but rapidly reshaped her opinion as she saw him heft a sack full of brightly wrapped gifts significantly larger than even he was into the sleigh with effortless ease. Erotica licked her lips in anticipation. Big, old, powerful, strong... she was going to have a lot of fun with this one. She looked upwards and saw a roof hatch. A possible entry point? Pushing down the thoughts of what was going to happen for now, she began to climb."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: All the girls at the Christmas get together seem to have ended up in a competition with each other to see who could be more covertly lewd with her partner...
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"content": "The three women sat around the living room by the fireplace that Christmas eve. Red pajamas with Christmas tree and candy canes with matching socks. Their boyfriends close beside them.\n\n“I need more cards” Mindy said from the couch. Sitting top her boyfriend lap with a blanket or two laid over the both of them. \n\n“Here” handed Salma from the ground. Legs crossed and seated next to her “plus one”. Sharing a blanket over their shoulders and a hand of cards.\n\n\n“Is the coco almost done yet?” Chirped Mindy towards the kitchen.\n\n“…yeah hold- hold on…” the slightest pauses in Lilian’s voice brought a devious grin to the two as they tried to not look and see just how her boyfriend was supposedly helping her behind the counter.\n\n“Ok I’m just so thirsty. And it’s your turn again Salma.”\n\n\n“Oh ok, let’s see-“ the tiniest breath and look of delight on salmas face didn’t escape Mindy. It was painfully obvious that her date must’ve had his elbow deep in her below that coffee table.\n\nShe was always terrible at being describe.\nMindy prided herself at having a serious poker face, despite the fact the she was sitting on something around 7” of her boyfriends cock. \n\n“Lilian coco shouldn’t take so long!” Salma teased again.\n“Maybe I should help her” she smiled. Saying it loud enough for Lillian to hear.\n\nThe response beyond of two voices.\n“No!!! Don’t come In here”\n\nThere was a clatter in the kitchen as a cup must’ve broke on ground. \n“Ok I fucking lose!”\nLillian yelled before voicing a moan. Then another, followed by the sound of her boyfriends grunts.\n\n“That’s $50” Salma said proudly before pulling her lover into a full on embrace.\n\n“Looks like I win once agai-“ \nMindy gasps as the blanket was thrown aside. Her boyfriend taking her hips and lifted her up. Frustrated at the edging, and prompting Mindy to begin riding.\n\n“Oh fuck” she moaned as she rode him shamelessly on the couch. This beginning another chapter of a time honored tradition between these three friends. A merry Christmas"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Santa has read people's requests for years but this is the first time someone had ever asked to get laid for Christmas... How does he fulfill that request? A horny elf? His wife? A sex bot? Whatever will he use?
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"content": "Santa felt a little bit weird about fulfilling a guy's Christmas wish to get laid, but not so weird that he couldn't subcontract the work out to a succubus. Best to let an expert handle it, after all. Michael had been a very good boy all year, so it was only fair that he should get his Christmas wish, after all...\n\nHolly the Christmas succubus was new on the job. She had only just transferred from Valentine's division, after deciding that the family Halloween business wasn't really her thing. She was enthusiastic though!\n\n\"Well... I guess I could just *make* a girl, Holly thought. \"Santa's got some really great cloning and gene modding equipment, and his robotics division has always been top-notch! I could get an Android or a custom bioengineered human no problem... But still, that would just be one more Christmas gift Santa would have to handle next year, and I'm not sure if I want to do anything that's going to make more work for him...\" The blonde succubus twirled one of her pigtails, the red and green streaks in her hair wrapping around her finger like a candy cane. \"I know!\" She said, hopping in place, her large breasts bouncing delightfully, \"I can kill two birds with one stone if I give some girl near him an extra 'Christmas present'.\"\n\nHoly touched one of the Bangles on her wrists, and she brought up Santa's files on Michael and the people around him.\n\n\"Hmm... Stepmom is married, to his dad, obviously. I could upgrade her, but I think Santa cares about 'cheating', and they aren't doing the polyamory thing...\" She flicked through a few more floating images. \"Well... There is his roommate at college. He's a boy... But I could fix that! I could fix that ! I could fix that, no problem...\" Holly bit her lip, as lewd thoughts played behind her eyes. \"But... Dang it. It looks like Santa's already given 'him' a football scholarship, *and I don't want to make more work for the big guy...*\"\n\nHolly sighed and pouted a bit, before she finally noticed a couple more entries. \"Okay! Now we're talking! We've got a step sister, and we've got a best friend. Best friend is a girl, kind of cute, totally a tomboy... Fun! Step sister is a little bit bitchy, and more of a fashionista... Way too flat though. You know what? I was going to turn a boy into a girl, and I guess that probably would have taken at least as much magic as making two girls hotter, if you think about it!\" She justified to herself. \"I'll just do them both!\"\n\nJessica \"Jesse\" Hall was asleep in her bed. A game of Skyrim was still running on her laptop, her having fallen asleep during an NPC conversation. Holly looked her over, as she drifted invisibly into the room, teleporting and moving through the ethereal plane. Jesse was thin and athletic, wearing boy shorts and an overwatch t-shirt. Tall and lean, she had a bit of definition to her hips, and nicely trim tummy, but few curves and little up top. Holly didn't waste any time! She spooled up a swirling bolt of magic in her hands, and she tossed it directly into the sleeping tomboy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Realistic college prompts. Can be vanilla and wholesome or kinkier. Open to LGBTQ characters or prompts
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"content": "How about some sort of college event (or series of events) — maybe even sponsored by a brand new official college club — that focusses on providing “clothed-male/naked-female” social activities, ‘mixers’, and fun events for students.\n\nCould be anything from coed CMNF bowling, to more elaborate events.\n\nWhat ever provides some good, heathy opportunities for students to dabble in the “CMNF” lifestyle together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she got an enormous bra for Christmas, she had no idea why it was so big. Of course, she didn't realize what the chocolates that came with her gift would do to her bust line...
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"content": "“Bruh what?” Said Jess, holding the surprisingly light cups “these look like ther were made to hold beach balls, not breast, let alone my b-cups”\n\n“Yeah well I also got you these chocolates” Ben said, giving her a box of dark and white chocolate \n\n“now your talking” said Jess, happy she didn’t just get joke gifts from her Ben this year\n\nThey continued the party for another half an hour then Ben left, the only weird thing was that Ben was keen to see Jess eat the chocolate,\n\nJess soon went to sleep and had a weird dream where there was a big pressure on her\n\nShe woke up to a line in her the feeling of a warmth on her nose, when she opened her eyes she only saw the colour of her skin,there was a weight holding her down, after a moment Jess came to and realised she had the beach ball breasts she was talking about yesterday, if not a bit bigger\n\n“What did you do?” She said angrily to her phone \n“I spiked your chocolate” \n\n*“WHAT”*\n\n“I spiked your cho-“\n\n*“No I heard you, but why and how”*\n\n“It was part of the Christmas prank, and how? I’m not sure myself, I helped up pale a bald guy in a park from a group of teenagers and he called me a muggle and said he’d owe me a favour,”\n\n*”what”* \n\n“anyway don’t worry it’s temporary, I know you don’t like dark chocolate so the antidote is in there”\n\n*”shit”*\n\n“What”\n\n*”well I got a bit too drunk last night and I didn’t want to waste those chocolates and now, I can’t feel my legs”*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You didn't want to admit it but something in your town is making people obsessed with Christmas and sex. It wouldn't be so bad except if these people catch you not being in the Christmas cheer, they will fuck the Christmas in you and you will be cheerful and sexy like them.
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"content": "If I had known more about magic theory, I probably would have tried to stop my roommate, when she said she was going to use some sort of modified ancient ritual to spread the spirit of Christmas... But instead, I just had to go out to the quad to practice my hexes...\n\nNow, everyone in the city was obsessed with Christmas! And more than that, they were obsessed with sexy Christmas! I should have known that a girl who only knew how to summon succubi and pretty much only knew charms and love spells wouldn't get this right... Every girl on campus was looking like some sort of Christmas bimbo, And it seemed to be spreading. They caught me, Queen of the skinny goth scrooges rolling my eyes at a corny Christmas cookie sale, and what must have been two dozen of them pretty much pointed at me and screamed like pod people! They might as well have, the way they shouted \"Unmerry!\" And started chasing me like a horde.\n\nI ran for my life, and I could all the while hear them acapella singing \"we need a little Christmas\" while they chased me down!\n\nI had to dodge people coming from everywhere like some kind of zombie horde. \n\n\"We're going to make you merry and bright!\" One busty Christmas bimbo shouted, as I talked away from her down an alley \n\n\"You look like you need your cups filled with Christmas cheer!\" A busty cheerleader in a slutty reindeer costume called, as I ran for the student union.\n\n\"Christmas is coming!\" A trio of Christmas cat girls sing-songed, as I broke for the stacks of the library.\n\nI'd just gotten into the building, and I thought I was safe, when I walked past a bookshelf and suddenly felt something grabbing my ankle...\n\nTwo of the male librarians, each wearing an extremely suggestive and totally gaudy Christmas sweater pulled me down to the floor, before One of them seized me by wrapping his arm around my thighs, and the other held my arms above my head, as the hoisted me up and carried me to one of the study rooms.\n\nThere, they both pinned me to one of the room's large bean bag chairs, and a tall and busty pink haired Christmas elf came in.\n\n\"You don't want to stay on the naughty list, do you?\" She said, a smug and mischievous air of menace underneath her sugary tone. \"Don't worry! We're going to fill you with cheer! Whether you like it or not!\"\n\nShe stepped towards me, her wild eyes focused on my hand, and I could feel a pain of fear in my chest, even as she grinned and started to wiggle her fingers...\n\n\"Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!\" She shouted, as her fingers shot towards me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] give me story ideas for a setting in which bottomless volleyball uniforms have become the norm, replacing the traditional uniforms for competitions, Olympic events and even casual beach volleyball.
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"content": "(feel free to change details)\n\n* She didn't expect to have to play right now. And normally she wouldn't mind, except that she's just had some sneaky sex(maybe with someone she wasn't supposed to), and it showed.\n\n* She was not comfortable with this standard and always refused to participate. Thinking she might especially stand out as a redhead didn't help either. Until a beach day where the guy she fancies was paying attention to a bunch of bottomless girls, some of whom didn't even seem to spend much time playing.\n\n* A kiss for good luck, right on the lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Introducing, The Fictional Harem Generator! With this little doodad here, you can make your most depraved fantasies come to life! All you have to do is name three characters from any fictional world, or more than one, and watch as they all appear in the flesh, eager and ready to please!
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"content": ".Vampire The Masquerade / Bloodlines. CW: Incest, Dubcon\n\nI held the device in hand, \"Therese. Jeanette. Velvet.\"\n\nThere was a blinding flash of light, I closeed my eyes and put my arm over my eyes to shield them from the searing light. When it subsided, I opened my eyes again and blinked in surprise. It actually worked! The three women stood in front of me, large as life, looking exactly like they did on my computer. Jeanette was really \"built for bedrooms\" as Mercutio so eloquently put it, and wearing her usual pervert's version of a Catholic school uniform, complete with stripper heels, blonde pigtails and a red lace bra clearly visible through her knotted white blouse. Therese looked in every respect like her twin sister, though her body was wrapped in a severe-looking business suit that did not at all match the hungry look in her eye. And Velvet.... Velvet was , as usual, a consummate professional, wearing her best red lingerie and matching stripper heels, her red hair in a high ponytail, and an expression on her face that showed she was ready to go all night.\n\nJeanette and Therese pushed me down into the sofa, while Velvet grabbed the stripper pole. Since when did I have a stripper pole? Any thoughts I might have had about the incongruity of what was going on soon vanished in a flurry of lust, as, seemingly out of nowhere, a deep bass beat began thumping, and Velvevt began her routine. We sat there, mesmerized, as we watched Velvet gyrate and spin. I could feel my eyes widen and my mouth dry, Jeanette and Therese began to pick at my shirt buttons as they watched. I could feel their fingers dancing over my chest, seemingly once again locked in the war of sisterly rivalry. Finally, they pulled it open, and I could feel Jeanette's long, impeccably manicured fingernails draw circles on my chest, leaving little white lines behind. I almost purre with pleasure. Jeanette must have heard, because she stroked my hair before leaning in and whispering in my ear.\n\n\"Don't get too hot yet, Tomcat. We haven't even gotten started yet.\"\n\nVelvet left the pole and the beat faded back into non-existence. Instead, she walked over to me, her huge, perfect tits jiggling with every step and her ass swaying behind her. Without speaking so much as a word, she knelt in front of me and unzipped my pants. Now, I would be the first to tell you that my cock absolutely is nothing special. Howver, Velvet immediately took it in hand, looking at it as if my cum was the elixir of eternal life and she was the one to get it out. She ran her tongue along the underside before she wrapped her mouth around my cockhead and made it vanish. She slowly slid her lips down the shaft, taking me in inch by inch until she had swallowed it all. She held me there for what seemed like forever, and I began to wonder. Did she ever gag? Or need to breathe? Then I smacked myself on the forehead. Vampire. Duh.\n\nMeanwhile, Jeanete looked on with wide-eyed interest as Velvet bobbed her head up and down my shaft. Then, without warning, She grabbed Therese by her neck scarf and began to drag her off. \"Don't worry, Tomcat, you'll get a taste!\" she said, giving me a wave as she walked away, and I focused on the redheaded goddess who was sucking my cock. \n\nNow, I wish I could say I lasted forever, but that would be a lie. Velvet looked like a horny teenager's dream (which she probably was) and sucked dick like a thousand-dollar hooker. Looking down into her eyes as she sucked my cock, watching her tits bounce as she moved and the way she plunged her fingers into her pussy, along with the feel of her lips and tongue and cheeks constantly stroking my cock quickly became too much. I didn't even have a chance to warn her, I just groaned and grabbed my seat before the hardest orgasm of my entire life made my entire body shake. Velvet clamped down immediately, taking every single drop of cum down her throat. \n\n\"Mmmm...\" she purred in her low, sultry contralto, as she licked the last traces of cum from her lips. \"Let's do that again.\"\n\nAs I sat in the sofa with my limp dick hanging out of my pants, waiting for the stars to fade from my field of vision and my breath to come back, Jeanette bounced back into the room in a very distracting way, her miniscule skirt flapping around and showing off her equally minimal panties and her tits almost falling out of hee blouse. She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet, dragging me off. \n\n\"WAIT! where are we going?\" \n\nJeanette just giggled. \"Time for the main event , Tomcat!\" she teased before opening a door. There, Therese was kneeling on a table, ankles bound to the table and hands tied at the small of her back. Her very businesslike suit had been unbuttoned, putting her extremely impressive rack and lack of bra on full display.\n\n\"So... what do you say, Tomcat? Want to help me fuck the uptight bitch right out of my sister?\"\n\nI could only nod. Jeanette smiled a predatory smile before adressing an audience only she could see.\n\n\"Be careful. Those in the front rows may get wet...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a desperate bid to rescue your colleague from the meatwall universe she's been trapped in, your well endowed team miscalculated time dilation. Now broken by an eternity of tentacle play, she seeks to bring the rest of her team into the fold...
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"content": "\"Are you sure that's her? Not a parallel universe version where she's catatonic?\"\n\nThe woman on the floor of the teleporter room was naked, covered in translucent ooze, and moaning faintly. Her eyes stared blankly at nothing, blinking slowly under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lab.\n\nIt was definitely Dr. Jenna Mason, the face was unmistakable. But when she'd gone through the teleporter, she'd been wearing a hazardous environment suit, and her eyes had sparkled with the excitement of a new discovery. In the space of a single day, while we'd worked feverishly to lock on to her signature again and bring her home, she'd been reduced to a drooling wreck. What had happened to her?\n\n\"It's been so long...\" Dr. Mason mumbled as she looked up at me, slowly sitting up. \"It's cold... and quiet...\"\n\n\"Jenna, it's okay. We've got you. You're safe.\" Howard was on the teleport platform, dressed in our other hazard suit in case things went wrong. He held her gently in his strong arms as he checked her over. \"Anna, can you get me a blanket or something?\"\n\nA quick search of the labs yielded a foil emergency blanket and a spare lab coat. Meanwhile, Howard had ushered Jenna to the decontamination shower and was cleaning the goop off of her.\n\n\"We should have had some better biohazard protocols. I wasn't expecting someone to come back without their hazard suit on. She looks like something ate her and spat her out.\"\n\n\"Well, nothing we can do now. Take a sample and we'll figure out if there's anything nasty in it later.\"\n\n\"It's fine... just makes you feel really good...\" Jenna giggled. \"My skin is *super* sensitive now.\"\n\nI put the lab coat around Jenna's shoulders gently, and she leaned back to snuggle against me.\n\n\"What happened to you?\" I asked.\n\n\"Mmm... the dimension we targeted... I found out why the biosensors didn't work. It's because the whole dimension is alive. It wants to embrace us...\"\n\nWithout any shame, she reached between her legs and began to stroke her naked sex as she talked.\n\n\"Jenna, what are you doing?\" I said nervously.\n\n\"I barely even feel it,\" she said distantly. \"Nothing is even close to being in there...\"\n\n\"We need a psychologist or something. Can you get out of that suit and go see if Dr. Larson is still in? I think he minored in psychology.\"\n\nBeing in a top secret lab really limited our options when it came to emergency medical care. We couldn't just take Jenna to a hospital and explain she'd been hurt in an interdimensional teleportation accident. \n\n\"Sure thing. Stay with her and keep her talking, I guess. Figure out what you can.\"\n\nAs Howard left, I returned to our conversation. \"It's been about 26 hours since you left. That doesn't seem like enough time for you to change this much. Was there time dilation in that dimension? I don't think we ever proved that was impossible.\"\n\n\"Makes sense... I lost track of time pretty quick once my suit got eaten... \" Jenna twisted so she could press herself against me more, murmuring in my ear. \"Time doesn't matter in the wall. Everything lasts forever.\"\n\nI cautiously pull away. I wanted to comfort her, but having my mentor rub herself against me while wearing nothing but an unbuttoned lab coat was... making me feel things.\n\n\"Let's get you some tea. You'll feel less loopy with a warm drink inside you.\"\n\nI needed a drink too. I'd been awake all night, with only a brief cat nap while my search program ran. \n\n\"Thanks... I think I'll stay here...\" Jenna answered slowly. \"I don't wanna move...\"\n\nI carefully disentangled myself and headed to the break room next door, waiting a few minutes for our one-cup coffee machine to do its thing. \n\nAs I carefully carried a pair of mugs to the lab, I heard a familiar electric hum and the whine of a high-speed motor spinning up. The teleporter was activating again? I dropped the mugs, hot water splashing behind me as I ran for the door. I flung it open to see the teleporter fully charged, with Jenna standing at the controls. She stared into the energy field with a look of awe, slowly and reverently walking towards the teleport platform.\n\n\"Jenna, no! You can't go back!\"\n\nI dashed towards her without thinking, practically tackling her as I tried to keep her away from the teleporter.\n\nShe *caught* me, taking the impact without budging. I knew that she was strong - you had to be, to get certified for a hazard suit - but I was completely unprepared for her to grab ahold of me and start pushing me into the teleporter.\n\n\"So predictable.\"\n\n\"W-what are you doing?\" I gasped.\n\n\"When you pulled me out of there, all I could think of was how to get back. I can't feel anything without the wall inside me any more. And the only way to make sure nobody pulls me out again... is to make sure everyone else comes with me.\"\n\nHer voice was different now. The dazed mumble she'd been doing before must have been an act, getting me to lower my guard. She was sharp and alert now, with a cruel grin on her face as she pushed me back step by step. My ankle caught on the rim of the teleport platform and I staggered backwards, dangerously close to the edge of the energy field.\n\n\"I'll send you through for just a moment, then pull you back with a wide aperture so that some of the wall comes with you. Then everyone in the world will get to be part of the wall.\"\n\nHow could she be doing this? What sort of supervillain plan had she dreamed up when we brought her back?\n\n\"Why? What's this wall you keep talking about?\"\n\n\"A wall of meat and flesh. It grows and spreads and it *fucks* you, Anna. It grows inside you, it touches every part of you and it feels *so, so good...* You're going to love it.\"\n\nHer smile was mad and lustful, licking her lips in a lewd way as she forced me back. A final push sent me toppling backwards, and there was a bright green flash as I fell through the teleporter's event horizon.\n\nI landed on something soft and wet. And it was moving."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: {Incest} All your sisters wanted for Christmas was for you to breed her.
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"content": "When I found Darren, my brother's stash of breeding porn, I felt like I'd stumbled onto a treasure trove! Our Mom had gotten him a new phone and made him give me his old one so I could use it as an extra camera that I needed for my vlogs. The thing is, she just handed it over to me without giving him a chance to wipe it or anything. It was still logged into all of his stuff, and he had gallery after gallery of girls getting creampied, captions and role plays about girls getting pregnant, and pictures and videos of hot pregnant women, at every stage of pregnancy.\n\nHe had almost as much breeding kink stuff as me! To say that it made me horny would be an understatement. There was something so kinky and taboo about looking at my own brother's porn, that I almost couldn't stand it. And then, I opened up his browser. He was subscribed to *my* nudes!\n\nI felt a hot blush of embarrassment Passover my skin, as I realized my brother had been looking at my naked body, but that blush soon turned to pure arousal, as I put two and two together, and I immediately started masturbating to the idea of him knocking me up!\n\nJust the thought of my slim little tummy swelling up fat and round with his kid, stretching me bigger and bigger everyday was enough to send my fantasies into overdrive, and I came harder on my fingers right then and there then I had with my best toys in over a month.\n\nI wasn't sure if I wanted to embarrass him about all of this, so I went ahead and reset the phone for him... *After* I made copies of everything!\n\nThe next few months were almost unbearable, living in the hospital, as, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get over my body's craving to be bred. I always fantasized about getting pregnant, but knowing that I had a fellow breeding obsessed pervert living in the house with me, fantasizing about me, stroking his cock while he thought about fattening up girls tummies... Fattening up fattening up my tummy... It was more than I could stand. I was horny all the time, and when I was ovulating, I practically felt like an animal!\n\nI couldn't help but start to drop hints and tease a little bit.\n\nDuring my web shows, I started doing more breeding roleplays, and I started doing more stepbrother kink and secret creampie stuff.\n\nI masturbated with one of my favorite dildos on camera, and, after I came, I squirted myself full of fake cum. \"Oh no! Step brother! Did you just come inside me!? You know I'm going to get pregnant!\" I shouted to the camera, as I examined my cream filled pussy.\n\nThe viewers loved it, and my own enthusiasm only made it that much more fun.\n\nDarren seemed a little bit more awkward around the house. I was wondering if he knew the phone hadn't been wiped before I'd gotten it. He certainly seemed like he was a little more tense. Then I noticed he was popping boners When I was around, and it was getting harder for him to hide them. The icing on the cake was when, one night, I was creeping by his room and I heard the audio from my little stepbrother creampie video! I heard the audio from the video, and I heard the unmistakable squeaking of him jacking off in bed!\n\nMy clit tingled, and I could feel my stiff nipples rubbing against my t-shirt. I suddenly felt the weight of my heavy breasts, as my skin got sensitive with arousal, and every time my big breasts moved in my shirt, I was suddenly hyper aware of them. I squirmed in place, and I almost wanted to barge into My brother's rude and let him finish in my mouth, or better yet... In my pussy!?\n\nThe thought of getting pregnant by him barged into my mind, and I couldn't shake it. I just wanted a big belly! I wanted him to knock me up! \n\nI snuck back to my room, and I jammed my favorite vibe between my thighs. I rode it to three orgasms, before I could call myself down and get to bed.\n\nOver the course of the next couple of weeks, leading up to Christmas, I started doing a new sort of gimmick on some of my videos. I started role-playing as a slutty bimbo who wore a choker with the symbol of Dionysus on it! I found it on the web and got one overnighted to myself. Whatever I wore it, I would always act like I was begging my brother to breed me. I'd \"get pregnant\" and then I'd touch my tummy or go on about my pregnancy cravings. \n\nWearing the choker, I did a mukbang where my stuffed myself absolutely passed my limit with ice cream and fries. By the end of it, my tummy was round enough that I almost did look pregnant. Of course, I was in character, and I carried on and on to everyone watching about how big I was getting now that my brother had knocked me up...\n\nIt was all leading to the final step though."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If they can’t get you to exercise by going to the gym regularly, they’ll have to use sex as a new incentivizing exercise.
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"content": "Julian knew he should be going to the gym. He had gotten that membership for a reason after all. Just because that reason was that his friends Rich and Kelly would not leave him alone was beyond the point. Well, it was mainly Kelly. That gym rat had roped Rich in first, and now she had managed to sink her claws into him too. Mostly because she was hotter than any woman had any right to be.\n\nBut making the promise to go and actually going were two different things. Kelly could call and pester him all she wanted, if he couldn't muster up the energy to go, it was useless. And right now, he just had no interest in doing so. Even if it would let him see Kelly in gym clothes. That thought almost made him move.\n\nAs he was considering his options, someone knocked on the door. Julian groaned and slowly got up. If he had to be social, he would make sure the other person knew he did not like it. Besides, it was probably Rich. He was a decent guy, but Julian did not want to deal with the kind of positivity that his friend brought. Julian opened the door. It was not Rich. It was Kelly.\n\nShe stood there, arms crossed under her large, firm breasts. Her plump lips were held in a frown, and her vibrant blue eyes locked on him like twin lasers. Her shining black hair was tied back in a ponytail, allowing him to recover the full power of that gaze.\n\n\"Why are you here instead of the gym?\" She asked.\n\n\"Uh...\" Julian said. He did not have the time to come up with an excuse. Why was she here? She should be at the gym herself. She was dressed for it, after all. \"I...I pulled muscle dealing with stuff at work.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh. Sure you did.\" Kelly pushed her way into his apartment without waiting for him to invite her in. He couldn't have stopped her even if he wanted to. The woman was a beast. \"Look, Jules, you already paid for the membership, you might as well use it. These excuses aren't doing you any good.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I know. You've told me that. Several times.\"\n\n\"And yet, here we are.\"\n\nJulian closed the door and headed over to the couch, where he made his stance known by plopping onto it. Kelly's eye twitched. \n\n\"Don't worry, Kelly, I'll get around to it. Eventually.\"\n\n\"Not good enough. You need to go. I mean, come on man, don't you want abs like these?\" She lifted the bottom of her top and pointed to her annoyingly ripped six pack. \n\nJulian grumbled noncommittally. Sure it would be nice to be as ridiculously buff as she was, but that would require effort. Julian put forth enough of that on the job. He did not want to expend unnecessary energy in his free time.\n\n\"You know I can make you come if I wanted to.\" Kelly said. \"Just pick you up and carry you to the gym. I wouldn't even drive there. Just carry you like a big baby all the way.\"\n\n\"Oh please. Not even you can do that.\"\n\nKelly scoffed at the challenge. She reached down, grabbed him by the shirt and heaved. He let out a yelp of surprise as she adjusted her grip and, with a light grunt of effort, pressed him clean over her head.\n\n\"I don't know. I think I do pretty well.\"\n\n\"Okay, you've made your point. Now can you put me down?\" He did not want her to see the effect she was having on him. \n\n\"Nah. I think I'm going to keep you like this for awhile. Really let you know the position you're in.\"\n\nShe looked up with a smirk on her far too beautiful face. Then she saw it. She saw exactly what she was doing to him. Julian felt his face turn red.\n\n\"Uh, Kelly...I really think you should put me down now.\" \n\n\"Why? You're clearly enjoying it. And it gives me an idea. You clearly lack motivation to go to the gym. So, how about I give you that motivation?\"\n\n\"Dare I ask?\"\n\n\"Hm... Let's go with this. You go to the gym three times a week for an hour. If you do, I'll give you a blowjob. Go for two hours a day, and I'll pick you up while I do. After a month of steady gym attendance, I'll use my tits, with the same rules as the blowjob. An hour a day gets you the normal stuff. Two hours means I pick you up while doing it. And let's say...three months of constant gym attendance, and I'll go ahead and sleep with you. How's that sound?\"\n\nJulian's mind came to a crashing halt. It took several seconds before he could fully process what she had just said to him. And he did have to admit that it was a pretty great deal. \n\n\"Oh, but you have to actually, you know, work out. Like, out in serious effort. You can't just go, use the treadmill for a while and go home. It has to be a real, serious workout each day.\"\n\nThat made it much less appealing. But still, Kelly was amazingly hot. Almost criminally so. There were definitely guys who would give anything for the same offer. But...going to the gym and actually working out...\n\n\"What? Still need some convincing? Okay, how about a...free sample?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nKelly lowered him enough for her to take his pants in her teeth. Julian wasn't sure how she did it, but she managed to slide his pants down just enough that his manhood was allowed to hang down. She licked his head slowly, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.\n\nAnd when she lowered him down more, he gasped as her lips closed around his shaft fully. Her tongue wound along his length and her lips formed a tight seal around him. She pressed him slowly up and down, sending jolts of ecstasy through him with each move she made. \n\nHer muscles twitched and flexed as she moved him. He moaned and groaned in her hands as she sucked him like no other woman could. She controlled his body like an ocrastra conductor. Speed, distance, even what parts of her mouth she used. Everything was perfectly done to send him to heaven and beyond. \n\nHe was so lost in bliss that he lost track of time. Was it seconds? Minutes? Maybe even hours? But it eventually became too much. He could no longer handle her heavenly efforts. With a final cry, he burst. He filled her mouth with his thick seed. Kelly had no trouble swallowing every drop of what he gave her. When he finished, Kelly raised him higher, and then set him on the couch to recover.\n\n\"Just so you know, that wasn't the best I can do.\" She said with a small grin. \"That was just a taste.\"\n\nThere was more? Something even better than what he had just gotten? He could not believe that. Something so amazing could not be topped, even by her. But what if she was telling the truth? What if she could bring him even greater pleasure?\n\n\"So?\" She asked. \"Do we have a deal?\"\n\n\"Just give me a minute to recover and change. We can start right away.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Upsetting the power dynamic of “begging for a mouthful of cum”. A totally dominant woman routinely (daily?) makes her subservient man jack himself off, upon demand, and SHE makes him beg her to swallow his cum. And she goads him into begging ever more desperately to let him finish in her mouth.
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"content": "**Length:** 1.7K words \n**Content Warning:** POV character has cheated in the past, some humiliation \n**Tags:** Male Masturbation, Cum in Mouth, Clothed Female Nude Male, Begging to Cum, Female Worship, Disinterest/Bored and Ignored\n\n---\n\nThere were only two things I had to do for Jessie to take me back: I had to promise my affair was over, and I wasn’t allowed to cum without her permission. She was more emphatic about the second demand than the first, but I was committed to repair what I had done with my indiscretion. At first, it was frustrating, and I think she denied me orgasms just to punish me, but soon we settled into a rhythm that was agreeable to us both.\n\nJessie sat on the edge of our bed in a thin nightgown, her head tilted down as she looked at her phone. Her long dark hair was hanging at the back of her head in a restrained, tightly-wound braid. Her one knee was crossed over the other, foot fluttering fickly. Beside her on the bed were a pair of black silk gloves long enough to go to her elbow.\n\nAlready naked, I stood in front of her, and I took my cock into my hands, stroking it just above her eye level. I let out a shivering breath, but she did not even look up, she just kept flicking through Instagram.\n\n“State your case,” she said with all the warmth and interest of a tired DMV clerk.\n\nI swallowed. I’d been thinking all week about what to say. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You are so hot. It would be my greatest privilege to cum in your mouth tonight.”\n\n*Flick, flick, flick,* went her fingers on the screen.\n\n“I am so hard,” I whispered. “I am so desperate. I need this release. I haven’t had it in two weeks. I am just dying. It would mean so much if I could please cum in your mouth, Jessie.”\n\nShe itched the side of her nose, her small mouth opening just a bit at the pleasurable sensation of her French nails.\n\nI groaned, stroking at a slow, measured pace. I wanted to just beat myself off. That I was touching myself at all in front of her was almost enough. It would have taken me ten seconds, but there would be hell to pay if I did. She’d trained me so well these last few months.\n\n“Jessie, nothing makes me happier than the time we spend together. Than how you make me feel. Without you, I couldn’t be happy.”\n\nShe sighed.\n\n“Jessie,” I moaned. My toes flexed on the carpet of our bedroom. “I need this. I need this so bad.”\n\n“What do you need?” she asked quietly, the boredom clear in her voice as she kept focus on her phone.\n\n“I need you to let me cum. I need you to please, please, please let me finish tonight. I am… I don’t think I can go another week without having a wet dream.”\n\nShe sighed and put her phone to sleep, dropping it on the bed beside her. “This is not very compelling. Maybe you need another week to think about why I should let you cum.”\n\n“No,” I gasped. My forearm straining with how tightly I gripped myself. “Please, Jessie. Please, you most beautiful, most brilliant, most wonderful woman. Please let me cum.”\n\nHer red lips smiled, and she looked up at me with brilliant blue eyes. “Go on.”\n\n“You are so perfect. Your eyes are so big and beautiful. Just looking at them makes me harden when I’m near you. And your mouth”—I whimper—“it’s so beautiful. I could just kiss you forever.”\n\n“Uh-huh,” she said. She looked down to the tip of my glistening cock and ran a finger over the head. She sucked the fluids off her own finger, smacking her lips together like a chef tasting a meal.\n\n“It would be my absolute privilege if you would allow me to cum in your presence. You are a perfect, powerful, perfect woman.”\n\nShe sighed and picked up her phone again. “You said perfect twice.”\n\nI groaned. “No, I’m sorry—please! Please. I have to cum tonight. I need it more than anything. I’ll do anything, Jessie. Whatever you need me to do. Whatever you desire.”\n\nWithout looking, she reached out a flat hand and gently tapped the underside of my balls. “You’ll be fine to hold it another week.”\n\nI groaned and tightened my grip. “I can’t wait. I need it. I need your permission tonight. I need you.”\n\nShe leaned back on her arm, still scrolling through her phone. “I’m not feeling it.”\n\n“Please—please! Please, my perfect, wondrously divine, magnificent goddess. Please, please let me cum for you.”\n\nShe leaned forward again, her mouth opening as she yawned on the head of my cock. Her warm breath came over me and I almost lost control of myself.\n\n“I’m a whore,” I begged. “A bad boy. Only my goddess knows what I need, but I really, really… Jessie, please. Please, I’m desperate for you.”\n\nShe reached for the gloves beside her and slipped them onto her hands.\n\n“I don’t even deserve to stand in front you. Thank you for letting me be here with you. Thank you for even letting me look at you.”\n\nHer gloved hand pushed my own hand away from my cock. She held me in her flat hand, my cock head straining as I tried not to cum without her permission. The silk was so soft and cool against me, and I threw my head back.\n\n“Tell me why you want me and no one else,” she said.\n\n“No one can satisfy me like you. No one is as perfect and desirous and soft and hot—and, and you’re so perfect.”\n\nShe sighed. “You said perfect too much again.”\n\n“No! I’m sorry. It was so stupid of me to ever even look at another woman when I have more than I could ever hope for in you.”\n\n“Too shallow.” She took her hand away from me.\n\n“No—Please!” I gasped. “I can—I’m just so stupid. My goddess, I am so small, so worthless, and you’re so high above me.”\n\nShe stirred, her back straightening. Her glove came to my balls, rolling them tenderly in her fingers as I whimpered and unconsciously stroked myself faster.\n\n“I am so pathetic without you. I’m just a manwhore. You make me respectable. You make me somebody worth being, somebody worth loving. I could never be good without you.”\n\nShe looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes. A shiver went up my spine.\n\n“Please let me cum for you,” I whined. “Please, let me show you how thankful I am that you let me even stand in your presence.”\n\n“Remove your hand,” she said, still teasing my balls. I complied immediately. “Cum with just the thought of me, of my perfection, in your mind.”\n\n“Just one stroke. Please.”\n\n“If you love me, if you think I’m so perfect, do it hands free.”\n\nI whimpered. My thighs tightened. My ass clenched. I could feel the bubbling of pleasure just below the boiling point.\n\n“I don’t have all night,” she said in exasperation. She slapped the underside of my cock. My whole body trembled.\n\n“Please let me touch myself.”\n\n“What would you rather?” she asked. “Would you rather touch yourself, or would you rather cum?”\n\nI moaned. Her small pink mouth opened beneath me into the shape of a little kiss and she gently glided her lips across the sticky head of my cock.\n\n“I don’t think you really want to cum,” she said.\n\n“Please! I do!”\n\n“What would you rather have? That slut dying to have you inside of her, or my empty, disinterested mouth?”\n\n“You—this—your mouth.” My thighs sizzled hot.\n\nShe teased my balls a little faster, purring. “Good boy. You have been very eager to be good, haven’t you?”\n\nI nodded quickly. Desperately.\n\n“Use your words,” she snapped.\n\n“I’ve been so well-behaved. I love you. You’re perfect. You are the woman of my dreams. I just want to show you how much I love you and want you and need you. You… you…”\n\nShe teased my balls faster. “Go on.”\n\n“You make me… I am a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m going to—”\n\n“Say the words. Six times, please.”\n\n“Jessie…”\n\nShe slapped the underside of my cock again, and I nearly exploded. “Don’t cum without saying it.”\n\n“I don’t deserve you.”\n\n“No, you don’t.”\n\n“I don’t deserve you.”\n\n“You’re *my* whore now.”\n\n“I don’t deserve you.”\n\n“So close.”\n\n“I don’t… deserve you.”\n\n“Oooh, so close!” she squealed, slapping my cock again.\n\n“I don’t deserve you.”\n\n“One more time.”\n\n“I don’t deserve you!”\n\nShe laughed seductively, and her mouth opened in front of me. Her eyes looked up, burning with intensity. She breathed against me, her mouth open just below my straining, throbbing cock. My hips bucked in place just a tiny bit, and her head moved with me, careful to avoid letting me touch her lips.\n\n\"Are you going to do it? Can you do it?\" she whispered. The vibration of her words stroked my head. \"I don't think you're going to do it. I think you're going to go another whole week without a chance to—\"\n\nI groaned, my head jerking back, and I erupted immediately into her mouth, grunting and shuddering above her as weeks of pent up frustration and heat splashed into her open mouth. She giggled until I was spent, then when I was done, I pulled back and she touched the corners of her mouth, delicately collecting any spillage. She swallowed it easily with a mischievous look in her eyes, and she then got off the bed and went to the bathroom.\n\nWhen she came back, I was already under the covers. She slipped into her side, then we turned off the lights, and she cuddled against me, my arm under her head.\n\n“You really are perfect,” I said.\n\n“I know,” she said softly. “And I love it when you show me that you know, too.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The fair duelist gave her opponent a choice: accept his defeat and all the shame that came with it, or join her on her mission and do ANYTHING she commanded to regain his honor...
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"content": "I knelt before my duelist. My body ached from the sword fight as I struggled to find my breath. Lilly didn't look like she was breaking a sweat. I couldn't dare to meet her eyes. The weight of utter defeat and humiliation weighed harder than my heavy armor.\r\n\n\"If you're going to kill me,\" I said. \"Do it. Put me out of my misery.\"\n\nLilly sheathed her sword and chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. She extended her hand, offering to help me up. Reluctantly, I accepted her assistance, allowing her to pull me to my feet.\n\n\"Kill you? Oh, my dear friend, death would be too easy for you,\" Lilly said with a mischievous grin. \"No, I have other plans for you.\"\n\nConfusion and fear gripped my heart as I tried to comprehend her words. Lilly motioned for me to follow her. We walked through the desolate battlefield, littered with fallen soldiers and broken weapons. The air was thick with the stench of cum and sweat and the aftermath of the fierce combat that had deteriorated into sexual mockery of battle. I didn't know whether to be amazed or horrified that my army couldn't scratch this woman, let alone harm or kill her. \n\nAs we reached a secluded spot, surrounded by the ruins of the once-grand tower, Lilly turned to face me. \"You see,\" she began, \"I'm not interested in ending your life. I want you to serve a different purpose, one that aligns with my own ambitions.\"\n\nI frowned, my exhaustion momentarily forgotten as curiosity replaced it. \"What purpose could I possibly serve? I am defeated, humiliated. What use am I to you?\"\n\nLilly's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she circled me like a hawk assessing its prey. \"You were once a formidable warrior, a leader with potential. But you let your pride blind you. I aim to break you, to rebuild you into something stronger, something ruthless.\"\n\nI swallowed hard, leaning against a broken wall as the gravity of her words was sinking in. \"What do you want from me?\"\n\n\"The way I see it, you have two options,\" she said. \"You can accept your defeat and all the shame that came with it, or join me on my mission and do anything I command to regain your honor. And I do mean anything. The choice is yours, General Zoliath.\"\n\nI hesitated, weighing the consequences of each option. Joining Lilly meant embracing a perverse path, one that led away from the principles I had fought for. But the alternative was a lifetime of shame and dishonor, a fate worse than death for a warrior like me.\n\n\"Very well,\" I said, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. \"I'll join you. But mark my words, Lilly, this alliance will only hold until I regain my honor.\"\n\nA wicked grin spread across Lilly's lips as she took a step closer. Her presence intoxicated my senses as she studied my broken body. She reached out and traced a finger along the edge of my jaw, her touch sending shivers down my spine. \"Very well, Zoliath,\" she purred. \"From this moment forward, you belong to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul.\"\n\nMy heart raced, but I felt a new kind of nervousness as I sunk to my knees before Lilly, my new mistress. She must have done something to my essence, but I was too powerless to resist or feel unhappy about my situation.\n\nLilly's eyes glimmered with a wicked delight as she towered over me, reveling in the power she held. \"Good boy,\" she cooed. She reached into her side and revealed a collar fit for a dog. \"You've made the right choice. Now, show me your devotion.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A New Year Resolution
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"content": "Hey I think you want to use the [PM] tag not [WP]. If you don't use the right tag any response that is below a certain amount of words will automatically be removed unless it is beneath the top level comment. It might also help if you provided a general guideline of what you want to write. Personally I have been doing much the same and if I don't have an idea of what to write I just scan all the prompts.\n\nHowever if you do want a big one stop spot, a PM post would be better."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] 52 Stories in 52 Weeks
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"content": "The curvy tomboy has an embarrassing secret, she is absolutely **addicted** to being bound, gagged, forced to orgasm, and taken advantage of. While she's been able to get by with just self-bondage for the most part, what she wants nothing more is a dom. Which she might just get when she gets caught in the middle of one of her self-bondage sessions by one of her \"nerdy\" guy friends (who happens to have a massive crush on her)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It wasn't meant to be like this[fsub][blkmail]
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"content": "tick tick tick\n\nStella was late for the meeting. That wasn't like her.\n\nEventually, she arrived.\n\n\"Sorry about that, there was an accident on the downtown connector.\" Her hair was disarrayed, her blouse unbuttoned by three buttons, and her skirt lopsided. Did she just get out of bed? It's three in the afternoon!\n\n\"Let's begin, shall we? Our quarterly earnings have been going down lately, and it's incredibly evident in your department Larson.\" \n\nI blanch. \"I can explain...\"\n\n\"I don't need an explanation, I need results,\" she smiles patronizingly. She moves on to the rest of the meeting, but I seethe in my swivel chair.\n\nThat evening before I leave, I have to drop a report by her office. The door is locked, but I have clearance on my card. I swipe in and leave the report on her desk, only to see her computer is still on. No way...\n\nShe's hooked up her digital camera and there are pictures of her bound and gagged in nothing but lingerie, and sometimes even less. In the background are a pair of strong burly hands that are...wait a minute, that watch looks familiar. My boss has the same one. That could be a coincidence, right?\n\n\"What are you doing in here?\" I turn around.\n\n\"You slut.\" I cluck my tongue mockingly.\n\n\"I could fire you for breaking in here.\" She huffs.\n\n\"And I could do much worse if word got out about this.\" I point to the screen and her eyes bulge as she notices. \n\n\"I already uploaded them onto my phone,\" I lie. \"So, we're going to have to be on better terms if you want them back.\"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Don't be afraid to post!
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"content": "I'm not sure I am writing my prompts correctly, are prompts that are almost like prologues acceptable? I like a lot of backstory and useless detail personally, and I often tend to ramble, for example, see this sentence.\nI posted my prompts before looking at any others, because ADHD, but I soon realized that my prompt was longer than many responses to other prompts.\n\nSo, are superlong prompts ok? Will they discourage responses?\n\nTL;DR: I Like to ramble. Is that ok for a prompt?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I'm the babysitter, and it looks like you're wife is working late tonight
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"content": "Bill walked into his house, and was quite shocked. The living room was like it usually was, only with a lovecraftian mass of tentacles writhing over the sofa, trapping his daughter Susie under its girth. \"I'm the babysitter\" a wet orifice at the end of one of the tentacles gurgled, its shaft running sensually across Suzie's neck before the entire mass retreated back into her esophagus. \"Looks like your wife is working late tonight\" another voice informed Bill from between his legs. The mass had already wrapped around his ankles and was holding on tight, Bill was just as trapped as his daughter. They both were violated by the babysitter, and no one ever found their bodies after. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Suggestions and opinions!
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"content": "Try and promote the sub, get more subscribers in -\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/CheckUsOut/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/Subredditpublicity/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/promotereddit/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/reddits/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/freepromote/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/subreddits/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/newsubreddits/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/promote/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/gnureddits/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/newreddits/\n\nhttp://www.reddit.com/r/shamelessplug/\n\nAlso, new mods can be found at /r/needamod\n\nCheck out /r/modclub\n\nCSS help at /r/csshelp \n\nOnce the community starts to form and it gets off its feet, so to speak, see if other similar subs can feature you. For example - /r/gonewildaudio, /r/bedtimestories, /r/pillowtalkaudio, and all the subreddits listed in the siderbar of those subs, etc. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: write a backyard jacuzzi scene as seen from the neighbor's window.
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"content": "My neighbors Heather and John were fresh out of college. The first time I saw them was the day they moved in. They both had athletic builds. I think they met in Track or something. I saw them on my way home from high school. John heaved up a bulky looking micro wave and the cord fell to the ground. He looked like he was struggling so I ran up to help him. He said thanks and we introduced each other. I followed him into the house. As he walked past the living room his girlfriend called out to him. \"I can't wait to fuck you on this couch\". He froze for a second and I followed him past the door way to see Heather laying on the couch with one leg propped up. It was still mostly empty, a few boxes and the couch. It was summer time and she so she was wearing a form fitting orange Tshirt and tight khaki shorts. We locked eyes and she went pale. \n\n\"Shit John why didn't you tell me you brought a kid in the house?\"\n\n\"We just now met, how was I supposed to know.\"\n\n\"You could have warned me!\"\n\n\"*You* could have warn *me*.\"\n\nMy eyes came off her when the microwave chord tugged me into the kitchen. He set it down and turned towards me.\n\n\"Thanks for the help. I think I can handle the rest. Here's five bucks not to tell your parents we're a bad influence.\"\n\nI could hear their argument trail off as I left the house. I quickly got myself inside and ran up to the bathroom to jerk it. That image stuck in my mind all week. It wasn't terribly award when I met them coming and going from the house but it got better. A few months later and a couple back yard barbecues, I saw a truck pull up to install their new jacuzzi in the back yard. They seemed very excited about its' installation. The thought of seeing a hot college blond in a wet bikini is what got me excited. \n\nMy bedroom faced their house and sometimes I tried to see something in their bedroom or something. It was fruitless. They kept the blinds well regulated and I wasn't even sure if their bedroom was on this side of the house. The jacuzzi was another story. As it was being installed they put up wooden privacy fencing so neighbors couldn't see in but my room was at the perfect angle. Almost nothing was blocked.\n\nAs I figured, that night they took it out for a spin. It was around 9 o'clock when I heard them put on some Al Green. It wasn't very loud, in fact I barely heard it. The sun was going down and they we're walking around their back deck in swim suits. His was just long plain black shorts but hers was hot. It was a teal blue with a black trim over the top. She didn't have humongous boobs but they complimented her smooth tight abs. The light from the jacuzzi under lit them both when they turned out the porch light.\n\nJohn stuck his foot in the water to test the temperature, then he walked over to a panel on the wall by the back door. Heather looked around to check the fence coverage on her tip toes. Her body language suggested she was still unsure of the idea but firmly excited. This seemed promising. I didn't want them to see me creeping on them so I put my books away and turned out my light. When I came back and settled in next to the window, John was gone and Heather was standing up to her calves in the glow of the water. She took another step down. The water was now just below her crotch. she bent her knees to dip in slightly then she stood straight up. she looked down and stuck her thumbs under the waist straps of her bottom. My heart leaped this was it. She ran them towards the front and back to the sides. For a second I thought she was going to drop 'em. She didn't but she made the motion again but this time I got a view almost the whole way down her pants. From my distant I could clearly tell she was clean shaven besides a short patch down the center. I was gonna need some binoculars.\n\nI shuffled around through my drawers for a couple minutes, stumbling in the dark. Got it! Back to the window!\n\nHeather had made it in up to her boobs. She was relaxing with her arms stretched out to the side. Her head turned when John came out with a trey full of fancy looking drinks with layered colors. He went back for another trip bringing out chips, some sort dip and cheese. I felt like I was watching a professional. Heather turned around and stood up in the pool when it was clear he was there to stay. Her glowing body dripped shimmering water like a beast from the sea. Little rivulets drained off her fingers, elbows tits and ass. It was beautiful. \n\nShe stepped out of the jacuzzi to give him a passionate kiss. His hand naturally came up to thread through her hair. It lasted for a good minute. When they came apart she was tracing her fingers on his chest. They were saying something. I couldn't hear any of it. They made their way back into the water. \n\nThey were facing away from me about 45 degrees. That was a little bit of a buzz kill, but I was patient and fairly confident they would get busy. It was just a matter of whether or not it would be outside. They didn't get right to it by any means. They sat drinking and talking for half an hour or more. My concentration was fading at this point. They were each about three drinks in when I noticed something moving in John's lap. She must have been playing with his junk. I was back on watch. After this revelation I noticed their heads and shoulders were closer together. to be continued...\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you and your spouse arranged to "find" the other bound and naked in hidden places near public view.
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"content": "We flipped a coin.\n\nIt was heads. \n\nI've always been extremely shy, barely able to even talk to people, but my husband has been able to bring me out of my shell. He's introduced me to an exciting new world of crazy things I thought I'd never do. I remember when we were first dating I thought anal was as taboo as I'd go.\n\nBut, he'd started a reward system. The first time was when he convinced me to put a tiny vibrator inside me. We'd go about our errands, and randomly, he'd turn it on. I was almost certain other people could hear it, but they didn't notice. And I didn't know why, but it was exhilarating. The feelings I would have had alone became even more intense in front of others. \n\nWe did this a few more times. At the supermarket, the park, and in line for a movie. The last one I knew other people knew. They stared and stared, and I loved it.\n\nWe started experimenting having sex in public places, seeing what we could get away with. Not much, as I wasn't so adventurous. Our first attempt was under the blanket in our sofa during movie night with a few friends. Someone figured out soon enough and joked that we weren't in high school anymore. \n\nWe've fooled around in bus stops late at night. His hands running up my thigh, under my skirt, sliding off my panties under the yellow sodium lights. We had time to finish even before the next bus, and he kept the panties in his jacket pocket until I found them in the hamper three days later. \n\nBut what we just agreed on now...it's beyond crazy. The ropes are beginning to chafe me, I hope he gets here soon. \n\nWe agreed we'd take turns. I'd go first, then him. I'm naked, bound and hidden in the bushes behind our bus stop. I'm lying on a blanket, but it's not entirely helpful. The dirt against my skin, the leaves scratching me. I've felt the bugs crawl over me. Ugh, he knows I don't like bugs. I hear the whirring of cars on the road only two feet away, the light shaking of the ground. \n\n\"Miss me?\" The darkness of the leaves lifts, and I see the light of the street lamp shine through. It's two in the morning, so there's less of a chance of getting arrested, but still possible. \n\n\"Took your sweet time getting here.\" I snort. His left hand runs over my thigh and ass, his right grabbing my shoulder. \n \n\"I got caught up. Besides, I thought I'd let you squirm a little.\" He flips me over, and I stare into his eyes. We kiss, and he grabs my breast, fondling it, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he kisses my neck. \"You're cold.\"\n\n\"It's freezing.\" We continue to kiss, my body pressing against his as he he continues to play with my breasts, a hand rubbing my pussy. I'd been wet for a while, thinking of him, but now that he is here, I feel it increasing as I sigh, my face flushing. \n\nHe unties my ankles and presses me onto the blanket. He gets onto his knees and straddles me, moving towards my face. He unzips, and pulls out his hard cock and rubs it against my face.\n\n\"I've been waiting so long for this, see how you've driven me crazy thinking about this.\" I kiss he penis, and take it into my mouth, licking and sucking affectionately, looking into his eyes as he presses further down my throat, moving in and out as his hands rub my breasts and soaking pussy. He spreads my legs out further, rubbing my clit with his thumb as my body twists on the ground, the smell of wet Spring in the air mixed with sweat and sex. \n\nHe lets go, and the blanket is soaked, dew forming around us. We take a moment to breathe, and he unties my hands, allowing me to pounce on him, groping and caressing him. \n\n\"I love you.\" \n\n\"I love you too.\" He enters me in doggy, grabbing my hips, and I let out a moan, and he claps my mouth shut, hoping I wouldn't give us away as he thrusts into me, and I push towards him, the reverberations running through our flesh as we hide our sighs and screams, sweat running down our bodies as pleasure runs through our nerves. It's just so primal and dangerous, the cars still moving through the road, but less frequently, occasionally running shadows through the leaves"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elderly man falls for his sexy friend in her 20s named Mandi. What happens next? (NSFW)
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"content": "Mandi wasn't even her real name. Of course she was his \"friend,\" because as a friend, he was allowed to buy her gifts, pay her student loans. \n\nShe loved him too, he thought, especially since she'd come home from school (she was getting her Bachelors) and run straight to him, unzipping his pants and needing a dick to suck. She'd go all the way down, deepthroating like a maniac. And when he was finished, she loved playing with his cum, painting her body with it.\n\nOne day, she told him she wanted to go on vacation. Where to? Not Bermuda, or the Bahamas, no. She said they could say they went to Cabo, but in the end, they stayed at home. She locked the door and wouldn't let him leave until she was completely out of breath. He doesn't think he can do it like he used to, four times a day was getting too much. He was getting dehydrated, and his sheets were beginning to smell like pussy no matter how many times they were washed.\n\nIt had gotten to the point that he was starting to zone out from the moment. She would ride him, straddling him and impaling herself on his cock (the Viagra was a godsend) moaning in a deep guttural way as she'd bounce up and down, her C-cups bouncing like water balloons. \n\nAnd she was just so relentless. Sometimes, he felt like he wouldn't get time to sleep. He used to be able to pull all nighters, but now he just wanted to go to bed at 9. He was even beginning to ask her just to take his dick out and satisfy herself when she was asleep.\n\nJudging from his messy sheets in the morning, she must have.\n\nIn the end, it was getting too much. He needed a break, he needed a full wallet. He needed sleep. She was perfect, insatiable, but he didn't know if his heart could take any more of her. Any day now he'd just give out.\n\nYet, when she looked at him with fire in those deep blue eyes, and a smile on her glossed lips, he'd want her even more. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hippies get together to share their love.
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"content": "The first aromatic melt of summer on the north here, meaning soon nature's boon will be upon us. Dandelions in all their golden splendor will soon be showing their faces, not to mention my life partner will soon be freeing her covered places. \n\nLuckily for me, that means the soft earth will be calling her down and the sky calling her legs, perfect for me to enter her. \n\nFrom the farmer's market walking home i have the perfect plan; i have kept a keen eye on the most wonderful patch of grass that is softer than any nearby, and for gaia's favor it happens to be right next to the road home. I am going to \"drop\" a sack, not so hard to ruin the food, but make it show-worthy enough to fool her into it breaking, that is when it will start. I will embrace her from behind, putting my weight just over her and then knock her knees from behind to set her down. Then, with the ease of this skirt, i will unless my man's limb in the direction of her third eye chakra. Knowing her, she will know what i intend and embrace it, especially after feeling that grass. \n\nWhile she takes me, mouth strained down on my elongated thickness, i will pull her clothes off, most easily done without oppressive undergarments. Letting those hairy enclosures air freely and send her perfume into the wind. Her armpits are something of marvel, so shapely and accented by that dark hair, so unlike what her head holds. Down below matches though, something i have never figured out. \n\nDeep she takes me, using her hand to lube my girth with a mouthful of spit, she is no beginner. As she goes down she always cocks her head to left as if i told her something confusing, but i know what she is doing because that is when her hand goes right, alternating when she rises for a quick breath just after she teases the tip of my cock with that sly tongue of hers. She is far more knowledgable than anyone else in our cottage about causing people to erupt in pleasure. \n\nTaking me so close to bursting, i have to stop her, forcing her hand off my shaft, she knows what this means. Luckily, for me she relents and exposes the grass being slick under her, it must turn her on how hard she makes me. \n\nOf course i don't say no, diving right into that musky jungle. Smells hot and sweet, a little of piss and sweat, but just how it should. The coarse hair is pulling my tongue different ways trying to impede my journey to the fruit i desire. I can feel it coming closer..\n\nMy cock on the other hand feels like the skin is going to burst, her dried spit the only thing remaining. Unlike her aromatic lips, wetter than any grounds in this thaw, and just like eating a peach, her juices cover me cheekbone to cheekbone and flow down my chin. \n\nMy hands grip her ankles, forcing everyone passing by to see the performance we are in, nothing to hide, no closing of the theater set before me. Her legs twitching with every move my tongue makes sliding in the valley of bonds. \n\nShe is crying, the sky is calling her legs and i am the roots tying them to each side. Her hands slide down her breast, i hear the coarse hairs against her hands before they grab my braid, i am peing pulled stage erect. \n\nShe licks my face and causes me to catch myself, releasing those legs that waste no time going skyward. She forcefully grabs my cock and commands me to send the lake in her cave gushing forth, she is commanding me to fuck her deep. I try to tease her by only inserting the iceberg's view. She will have **none of that**. Her legs snap light lightning onto my back, pulling me deeper than i expected, her lips pressing against my pubic bone, a feeling i have never had before. She is going visceral. \n\nInside of her is pulling me like the force of waves in the ocean, i have no power here now. She bites like she has no say, hard she starts, with my thurst, but now the bites clearly outline her teeth, i can feel it in my neck and shoulder. Oh god, oh moon and sun, she is squeezing too hard, i am..i, no, i can't... too late. \n\nShe has taken the very essence of me and sent it deep to hwr center. I am..i am still inside of her and hard though. People have stayed from their journey to this spectacle to where i am trapped and she feeds from my sopping penile resistance. Tighter she has gotten still, growling now in volume instead of gasps and moans, she is going to take it. She is going to take the pleasure she so much desires...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elderly man is found having "me time" by a pretty young woman.
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"content": "In my flat, as small as it is, i have three rooms: bedroom, bathroom, and an open room that has the worst excuse for a kitchen along one wall as anyone could see, alas this is what i call home in my ending years. The bathroom is more like a hallway that ends with a toilet, and the bedroom door hasn't worked for as long as i have been here. \n\nThere is one benefit to living here, it keeps me young, nay, she keeps me young. The young nurse, maid, lass, whatever she is, i haven't really gotten to speak to her besides in my dreams, and it isn't like i am talking to her about the weather there. \n\nLast Thursday something happened i would never forget, i was going about my business, trying to prepare myself for the day from after breakfast and she had gotten to me again. I was standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth in nothing but my underwear and could feel it...no...wait, yup, i could feel it. Under my britches, i had an erection! Not very erecting, but what i have come to know as one with my days. So i spit the suds out of my mouth faster than a jackrabbit chasing some tail and scuttle those shorts down. \n\nWhat to think about, who to think about, what could i do? Slap me silly and call me Sally! I am going to think about her, not in some lame dream i have had, but in the now. Having her on that bathroom counter matching her young, tight-skinned pelvis up with mine, even being old i have not shrunk enough to level with people standing up, especially with my knees not being what they used to. \n\nI can smell it, in between those lips of hers, how wet it is.\n\n I spit on my hand and the saliva makes itself comfortable in the various crevices and cracks. \n\nNothing can replicate the real thing, but this will do, unless you want to fuck one of those who-men after menopase. \n\nHere we go!! Craddling my sorry erection, slathering some of her \"sweet juices\", i start encouraging it to grow and strengthen. I can do it, i can feel myself getting firmer. \n\nSliding my hand over my cock, i can feel myself entering her tight hole, hearing that first penetration gasp. I feel so young! Going deeper and deeper, her wetness is like a gyser, making it almost dangerous terrain. \n\nHer lips guide my once proud spire on course and lead me to better seas of satisfaction.\n\nUh oh.... i think something fell in the other room. I freeze like i did if i thought there was a Kung in the bushes. I can feel my heart racing, but i keep my eyes clenched. \n\nI hear it, like a song, just octaves too higher to be those muscled \"bras\" that work here. Oh mylanta, it's her! Her voice is like a siren song calling me, \"hello?\", \"are you here?\"\n\nHere i am clenching my trouser snake with my britches at my ankles standing in my bathroom...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A little black book that magically compels a person to want sex with you, if you write their full name in it.
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"content": "Attics were the creepiest places, and of course my mom goes and volunteers me to help my great-aunt clean out hers. Holy shit this lady has a lot of junk and half of it is covered in a two inch layer of dust. What am I supposed to do with this shit? Just throw it out I guess. As I shift a large trunk towards the attic door a clean spot on the floor catches my eye. No its a book, a little black leather book. What the hell? As I pick it up I notice that the insignia on the front is of two people fucking in gold. I knew my great-aunt was weird but what the hell was this? My curiosity gets the better of me and I can't help but to look inside. \"Madame Marie's Book of Deadly Desire\" it reads. \"Inscribe upon each blank page in blood the name of thee whom you wish to couple with and it shall be done.\" Ha! What kind of crap is that? Seriously where did this crazy old lady get this thing from? \"Veronica!\" my great-aunt calls from below \"Did you find the trunk I wanted?\" I hurriedly shove the book into my coat pocket, \"Yes Aunt Violet I found it!\" She calls back for me to bring it down. Later that day I can't help but to think of the black book. I left it on the kitchen counter when I got home. Why did I bring that with me? It can't be real, things like this don't happen. But could it hurt to try? The only one who comes to mind is Alec. That man is a god come to life and just my luck, he lives next door to me. At this point my curiosity is bubbling over like a witches cauldron. What can it hurt to try? A sewing needle provides the donation that the book calls for, and with some difficult I inscribe \"Alec Blackwell\" into the old pages. Horror fills me as I watch the words sink into the page and disappear. That isn't even possible! Frantically I flip through the book looking for the name but its gone. Each page is flawless like nothing had ever happened. Panicked I toss the book into the trash and close the lid. Why did I ever do that, that book is going out in the trash and never being mentioned again! Just as I think the words I hear an urgent knocking at the front door. Veronica! I know that voice, it's Alec. As I open the door he grabs me with passion and kisses me. \"Well then\" I think, \"I guess the book stays after all...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: looking for graffiti, a couple punks find something else instead.
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"content": "\"Well, Doctor, if you want to give a complete diagnose, I guess you gotta know the whole story. 'Graffiti' was the word in the moment. You could be a body painter, a tattoo artist, a street artist, or one of those 'Look, I know how to write on walls' noob. \nIt was just like with hip-hop, suddenly, everything was 'graffiti'. And you know what? I hated it. Been a fucking tattoo artist for years. I ink your body, but I don't fucking vandalize it.\nSo these two guys just came over my shop asking to get one 'helluva hip graff'. Those punks didn't even say the whole stupid word. But I breathed in, Doc, just like you said, and counted to ten.\nGod, they didn't even have an idea for it. They just wanted to get one, so they told me to be creative, and asked if it would hurt two much. That just got me. \nYou can't really imagine how tired I am of that kind. No pain, no gain. But as I was going to tell them, it was as if I could hear the words 'Show, don't tell'. And I did show them, Doc. Have you seen the bodies? Probably my greatest work so far. \nThe needle was possessed by a thousand muses, and yet they didn't understand the beauty of it. They screamed, they just couldn't understand! Is it my fault?? Is it my fault, Doc?? I JUST WANTED TO SHOW THEM, THEY WANTED A GRAFFITI! Hahahahahahaha! Don't you see, Doc? I did vandalize them! Oh, the irony, I even wrote my name! I tagged them Doctor! I did!\"\n\n\"Please, security. Take patient 246 to his room. He's getting out of control again.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] A hot dog for the buns. Use as many food innuendos as you can.
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"content": "Let me pour you a hot, steaming cup of coffee. \n\nSome prefer a strong, dark, thick flavor to permeate their senses first thing in the morning. Those roasts penetrate without apology - a full-bodied force with a memorable aftertaste. Others appreciate the lighter, gentler approach - easier on the entrance and a gradual buildup of awareness that there is something entering that not only tastes good, but feels good too!\n\nRoasting is an art, it seems. Making sure green seeds are tossed and rolled around in a hot environment, so as to bring out their signature attitude and flavor. Some beans prefer it just barely brown. Others like it downright dark and nasty. I personally prefer it somewhere between the two: a thick, bold penetration of flavor, without the bitter aftertaste. \n\nThe best is a rough grind. Loud sounds echo off the ceiling when the berries are spinning and pulsing and pushing against one another. Gyrating with just enough force until letting their scent and trace amounts of liquid out to enhance the pallet. Then, one can inhale deeply and revel in the perfume of such a strong dance between nature and machine.\n\nBrewing is the last step in the journey before the morning nectar is consumed. The hot water percolates around the bold roast creating a tight pulp. The filter catches all the small dirty bits, and the steaming coffee ejaculates through a small hole in the apparatus. Only moments later, the warm, delicious liquid is enticing tastebuds, coating the throat, and giving the drinker a warm, full feeling, with the added kick of endorphins as a benefit! \n\nThis ambrosia is hot. The aroma is arousing, and its taste and form are addicting. I love holding and snuggling with it on cold mornings, and I never want to face a day without it on my tongue. \n\n-----------\n\n*Not every single inuendo, but I like to focus on single, large scale analogies.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Notches on the Bedpost
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"content": "\"Ohhhhh!\" he cooed. \"How CUTE! Look!\"\n\nShe looked up from her computer and peered over at TV screen from across the room. The LCD display showed eight puppies crawling all over each other as they scrambled to suckle at their mother's teats.\n\n\"Awwwwww....\" she smiled.\n\n\"Don't you just want to love them forever?\" he asked her.\n\nShe looked at him. \"You want a doggie, huh?\"\n\n\"No, I want to go in *this* way,\" he murmured, slapping his cock against the inner part of her bare ass cheeks.\n\n\"Yeah, well, that's not happening,\" she said.\n\n\"Let me just put it in a little bit,\" he said, pressing the issue as he pressed his member against her ass crack.\n\nShe crawled away from him and turned over on the bed. \"What, are you fucking high?\"\n\n\"You're drunk,\" he told her.\n\n\"No, I'm not,\" she said as she hung her coat up over his on the wall.\n\nHe smelled her breath on the \"not.\" He could always tell.\n\n\"You had seven drinks, but didn't finish one of them.\"\n\nShe counted on her hands, her bracelets clanging together as she mumbled quietly.\n\n\"I had one... Barry bought me one... I bought another one for myself... Gretchen had me try her lemon drop... Sara bought everyone a round... And then I had two ciders. ...And that's it. That's only...five-and-a-half.\"\n\nHe smelled her breath again. \"Are you sure?\"\n\nShe paused.\n\n\"Oh,\" she sighed. \"I had a beer earlier.\"\n\n\"See? Almost seven drinks.\"\n\n\"Still. That's not that much,\" she pouted.\n\n\"You're drunk,\" he said again.\n\n\"I spaced it out!\" she said.\n\nHe walked to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and held it beneath the spout on the fridge, pouring her a drink of water.\n\nShe followed him in; he turned and gave her the glass.\n\n\"Drink this,\" he said.\n\nShe obliged -- gulping the entire glass down quickly. She was very thirsty.\n\nShe set the glass down on the counter.\n\n\"Do you want some more?\" he asked.\n\n\"No,\" she said, walking closer to him.\n\nHe grabbed her around the waist, spun her, and -- holding the back of her head with his other hand -- lightly slammed her against the fridge. He kissed her, and she sucked on his lips as greedily as she had swallowed the water.\n\nHis hand wandered up underneath her blouse and felt her left breast over her bra.\n\n\"Mmmffph,\" she said, releasing her lips from his. \"Take it off.\"\n\nAnd then she kissed him some more, as he reached around her back for her bra strap.\n\nIt was gone. She was nude and spread eagle on the bed as he stood before her. Her bed -- the one at her parents' house on Lake Winnipesaukee.\n\n\"Take it off,\" she insisted gently. \"I want to feel you. All of you.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\" he said, his right hand grasping his hardened, latex-wrapped cock.\n\n\"I'm sure,\" she said. \"I'm on the pill. It's okay.\"\n\n\"You sure you haven't missed any days lately?\"\n\n\"I'm surrrrrre,\" she emphasized, her body writhing in anticipation as she felt additional droplets of moisture build up in her pussy. \"Please, Don. Let me feel you finish in me. I want you.\"\n\nHe looked into her eyes. He knew it would be all right -- because he loved her.\n\n\"It will be all right,\" he told her, rubbing the back of her head as his arms wrapped around her tightly. He could feel the right shoulder of his shirt moisten from her tears dripping onto it.\n\nShe nodded. She didn't know what \"all right\" meant -- whether her father would wake up, or whether he wouldn't but she would eventually move on -- but she trusted him, and knew intellectually that either answer must be true.\n\nBut that didn't stop the sobs.\n\nHe kissed her lightly on the temple and held her forever.\n\nUntil he wasn't.\n\n\"Why do you want to be with me?\" she asked, looking up at him from across the bed with her enormous eyes.\n\n\"Because you're sweet,\" he said, turning towards her away from computer in his lap. \"And because you're cute...\"\n\n\"No, but *why*?\" she asked, her eyes becoming more serious -- showing genuine curiosity.\n\n\"Because of the POTHOLES!\" he spat in exasperation.\n\n\"Don't yell at me!\" she shouted at him.\n\n\"I wasn't yelling,\" he said, doing his best to keep his temper in check as he slowly applied the brakes at the stop sign. \"But I had to go over the line to avoid the potholes because you always get upset if I hit them.\"\n\n\"You're yelling,\" she said. \"I'm not going to talk to you when you're yelling.\"\n\n\"You always accuse me of yelling!\"\n\n\"You're yelling right now!\"\n\n\"Because you're accusing me of yelling! I wasn't yelling until you started saying I was!\"\n\n\"Shut up, Don!\" she yelled back. \"You're being an asshole.\"\n\n\"You're a cock-hungry slut,\" he told her. \"Aren't you?\"\n\nShe could do nothing but respond in moans and grunts with each thrust of his hips against her own.\n\n\"Why won't you say anything?\" he asked plaintively from across the couch. \"Why won't you talk to me?\"\n\nShe sighed and turned towards him -- but didn't meet his eyes. \"I just want space.\"\n\n\"We've hardly talked at all for two weeks,\" he said. \"You've been working later, I've been out half the nights this week, you've been out the other half, and we barely get a chance to talk.\"\n\n\"We don't have anything to talk about,\" she said simply.\n\nHe looked down. \"Talk to me,\" he told her.\n\n\"Mmmm,\" she said, before choking back a giggle. She plopped his cock out of her wet mouth. \"I can't talk while I'm blowing you,\" she laughed, looking up at him.\n\n\"Try,\" he said, smiling.\n\n\"Try to calm down,\" she said.\n\nHe threw his cell phone against the wall. It shattered into eight separate pieces.\n\n\"THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES!\" he shouted. \"All that money... All those FUCKING years...!\"\n\n\"Baby...\" she said, trying to soothe him, partly out of concern, partly out of fear. \"Baby, I know.\"\n\nShe walked to him and reached out to hug him, letting her bathrobe fall open.\n\n\"I try!\" he cried out, and fell into her arms. The sobs he had been fighting back overtook him as her bare breasts pressed against his sweat-covered shirt, her thin arms holding him to her.\n\n\"I try...so...hard...\" he said between sobs.\n\nShe swallowed the bite of steak in her mouth and put down her fork. \"We shouldn't have to try,\" she told him. \"It should be easy.\"\n\n\"No good relationship is easy,\" he responded. \"We need to work at it.\"\n\n\"Not this much.\"\n\n\"Yes, this much,\" he said. \"The best relationships--\"\n\n\"Maybe I don't want to work at it anymore,\" she interrupted.\n\nHe had been reaching for his wine glass, but his empty hand fell to the table mid-reach. \"What are you saying?\"\n\nShe spoke, but her words were inaudible. Only a buzzing sort of sound filled his ears. Something harsh.\n\n\"What?\" he asked.\n\nShe spoke some more, but again, he did not hear the words. Only the same harsh sound -- like something scratching against something else.\n\n\"What?!\" he said again, louder.\n\n\"You don't need to yell!\"\n\n\"I try so hard!\"\n\n\"Why do you want to be with me?\"\n\n\"Because...\"\n\nHe loved her.\n\n*SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH*\n\nHe opened his eyes.\n\nAs soon as he did, Sammy nuzzled against him.\n\nHe was drenched in sweat -- despite having kicked the covers off of himself.\n\nHe patted Sammy on the head.\n\n\"I know,\" he said. \"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you again, Sammy.\"\n\nHe scooched up on the bed into a sitting position, picked the dog up, and put him on the floor. He turned on the light and stood up as the dog stared up at him intently.\n\nHe walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and Sammy trotted out. He closed the door behind Sammy and looked back at the bed.\n\nHe bent down to study the fresh set of claw marks Sammy had left -- among the several other sets the collie had etched in over the past two years. The headboard was marked to hell. If he had the dream one more time, he might have to get a new bed.\n\nHe walked back to the other side of the room, picked up the covers, and threw them over himself as he climbed back into bed.\n\nHe turned off the light. His eyes stayed open as he stared up into the darkness."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Unexpected Guest (VERY LONG PROMPT)
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"content": "*Maybe you guys went to school together.*\n\n*No, I remember all my classmates. Maybe she works at the office.*\n\n*Well, she remembers your name, which is more than you can say about most women.*\n\n*Oh shut it.*\n\nI went into the nearest bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels. I thought hard about where I might have seen the woman but my mind came up blank. I looked out the window as I walked back towards the hallway. The trees were swaying with the wind and I saw a flash of lightning pierce through the sky. The raindrops were pounding against the windows now, showing no signs of relenting.\n\nAs I entered the main hall, I saw the woman staring out the window with her back turned towards me. She was wearing a light blue shirt and a black skirt that reached just above her knees. She held her black heels in one hand, while her other hand untangled her wet, brown hair. Her gray leather bag was lying on the floor next to her.\n\n\"Umm,\" I said out loud, trying to get her attention, \"here are, uh, your towels.\"\n\nShe turned around to look at me. Her wet clothes were clinging to her body. The first 3-4 buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned and I could see her ample cleavage.\n\n\"Thank you so much,\" she said, as she set down her heels next to her handbag. She started walking towards me and I moved my eyes away from her body, choosing to stare at the floor instead. I held out the towels as her smooth, toned legs came into view. I looked up and into her deep brown eyes. She smiled.\n\nMy eyes shifted around awkwardly as she took the towels from my hand.\n\n\"Can you believe this weather?\" she said, while her drying her face.\n\n\"What? Yes... I mean... no. Its, uh, completely unexpected.\" I looked past her and out the window. Unable to make eye contact. \"C- Can I get you anything?\"\n\n\"I'm fine. Thank you so much for asking.\" She handed me back one towel and then continued drying herself with the other. \"You have a lovely house by the way.\"\n\nI could only reply with a meager thank you.\n\nWe stood there for a couple minutes as she tried to get as dry as possible. I looked around the hallway but I couldn't help steal a few glances at her. She was about 5' 9\" with a slim waist. Her ass wasn't much to behold but her breasts were something else. A few more of her buttons had popped open as she ran the towel over her body and now I could clearly see her breasts pouring out of her shirt. They must have been E's at least. She definitely hid them well under her shirt but now they were seemingly bursting out.\n\nThe flesh was still covered by her white lacy bra but that was as wet as the rest of her clothes. I could slightly see her nipples poking through her bra and I could feel my cock starting to rise up underneath my jeans.\n\n*Wouldn't you like to pump your penis through those knockers?*\n\nMy own inner voice caught me off-guard. I shook my head, trying to shake away the thoughts as well.\n\n\"Are you okay?\"\n\nI opened my eyes to see her looking at me. \"Uhh... nothing I--\"\n\nMy voice trailed off as my eyes darted towards her breasts again. She followed my gaze to see that her shirt was almost open, save for the last two buttons. She covered herself immediately with the towel. I took a step back and turned my head away.\n\n\"I'm so, so sorry. I- I didn't mean to. I swear. I just- I-\"\n\n\"You just wanted to see them right.\" I turned my head and my jaw dropped to floor. She was standing right in front of me but she left the towel and her shirt with the rest of her belongings. I couldn't believe my eyes.\n\n\"What do you think?\" She brought her hands up and pushed her boobs together. \"Like what you see?\"\n\nI stood there in silence, my eyes fixed on her breasts.\n\n\"Do you want to touch them?\" she asked, teasingly.\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"I *said*,\" she took my hands and placed them over her bra covered breasts, \"would you like to touch them?\n\nI gave her boobs a squeeze, partly because this whole situation still felt a little unreal. That seemed to excite her greatly though, as she let out a soft moan and let go of my hands.\n\nI continued squeezing her breasts, mashing and rubbing them. I couldn't believe my luck.\n\nI looked up to see that her eyes were closed. She was clearly enjoying herself. I studied her face. Her makeup, if she had been wearing any, had mostly been washed away by the rain. Now that her face had been wiped clean I could clearly see her beautiful face. That's when it struck me.\n\nI moved my hands away for a moment and she opened her eyes again.\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Its- You- Umm... you're Bethany right?\" I asked her.\n\n\"Oh wow,\" her hand moved to cover her mouth, \"I didn't think you would remember me.\"\n\n\"Well I didn't recognize you at first but... now I remember.\" Bethany was the daughter of Mrs. Parson, my grand-aunt's old housekeeper. We used to play together when we were younger. Unfortunately, she had to move away when her mother got sick. They went to Mrs. Parson's brother's house. Or at least that's what my grand-aunt told me.\n\nAnd now little Bethany was back, standing in front of me, and boy had she grown up.\n\n\"What are you doing here?\" I inquired.\n\n\"Well, you see, I just came back to the city today for a promising job interview. Or at least I thought it was promising. Turns out they already got who they wanted last week and forgot to notify me. And I'd already quit my old job and I was driving back to my hotel when my car broke down. And then it started raining and I didn't know anyone else in the city. So when I saw this house again, I figured I could get some help.\"\n\n\"I didn't think that you'd remember me. In fact the only reason I know what you looked like was because my mother showed me pictures of you and your grand-aunt. So I walked up your driveway and then you invited me in and then I was trying to dry myself up and then- and then-\" she looked down at her shirtless figure and her cheeks went red.\n\n\"And then I found out how sexy you look.\"\n\nShe looked up in surprise. Her cheeks went an even deeper shade of scarlet.\n\n\"We've been standing here long enough. Why don't we take this upstairs?\" I said as I grabbed hold of her hand.\n\nShe smiled and motioned for me to lead the way.\n\nWe went up to my bedroom, where I explored her body a bit further. I took off my clothes as well. We didn't speak much during that time.\n\nShe held my cock in her hands and caressed it gently. Her soft hands tugging and squeezing, as our lips found each other's. Our tongues wrestled and I finally had my first kiss. My inner voice had suspiciously disappeared.\n\nWe spent all day together in bed until the storm subsided and then fell asleep in each other's arms, keeping ourselves warm through the night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [m/f] sex story competition
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"content": "What you both did well:\n\nBoth did work as a decent outline for a story, which is very important. You seem to have the creative process down, now you just need a way to express it. When you can, people will invest into it as much as you do while writing it. \n\n----------------------------------------------------------------- \n\n\nA bit of constructive criticism for each:\n\nIt's hard to imagine either in an adult context when neither is written like an adult. There's a distinct lack of punctuation and capitalization which makes it hard to take seriously. \n\n* Example A: she smiled and I squeezed her boobs and then she reached into my pants and pulled out my cock\n\n* Example B: She smiled. I squeezed her boobs while she reached into my pants to pull out my cock. \n\nWhile it's good to leave things to the imagination, some emphasis is necessary for mood, setting, and description in order to invest a reader emotionally. \n\n* Example A: she gave me a blowjob \n\n* Example B: Her breath was warm as I felt the tip of my cock slide into her mouth.\n\nLastly, if you're going to write something in a small window of time, pick one aspect and write it well. Focus on one thing and make it great. You can't take a reader from getting undressed to orgasm any faster than it would take a real couple to do it.\n\nTruthfully, this read as less of a story, and more of a \"to-do\" list for the worlds fastest sex. \n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe winner:\n\nBoth were near equal to me, but I'm awarding the victory to Person 1 for their much more liberal use of the period and comma.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write about your sexually confused self using me as a tester after our senior year graduation.
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"content": "\"I'm pretty sure I am.\" I sigh. \n\n\"Yeah, but try with me, just to settle your doubts.\" you urge. \n\nI look you over. You've been my friend since well, forever. And to be honest, I never really thought of you in that way. I guess I should have known you had a crush on me, but I always sort of ignored it. I mean, it would be kind of weird to still be friends with you after rejecting you. \n\n\"How magnanimous of you.\" I laugh.\n\n\"You'll never know until you try. Maybe you'll see what you're missing,\" you joke. (I think it's a joke at least.)\n\nI guess if I have to lose the old V-card, it might as well be with you. And it might as well be before college to save on the embarrassment. \n\n\"So...how do we do this? Start taking off clothes? Covering ourselves in chocolate? Candles?\" I'm fiddling with my shirt in nervousness.\n\n\"I think the naked part's a good idea.\" We look at each other, than look away. You inch closer to me, your breath on my neck as I feel your hand run over my blouse, then under it, squeezing my breast, your finger running over my nipple through the fabric. The other hand runs over my thigh. \n\n\"You know,\" you whisper in my ear. \"I've thought about this for a while.\" \n\nMy blouse comes off, and your other hand now cups my pussy, before the fingers explore downward, running over the folds and into my vagina as you now suck my nipples, lightly nibbling on them as you lower me onto the bed. I sigh. \n\nThis doesn't feel that bad so far. You slide off my skirt, and my cotton panties, and your tongue runs over me. Lick, lick. Kissing and slurping, your tongue running down me and into my pussy as I'm at your mercy, and you hold my thighs. I gasp, I'd never felt this way before. I'd never even masturbated before this point, but now I felt like I was on fire, so stimulated and full of a need, a need for I don't know what. \n\n\"Ok, now your turn.\" I'm disappointed you end there, but you tell me to get on my knees and take care of your needs. You're already hard, almost all the way erect from what I can tell, and wow. You're bigger than I expected. I don't know if there's a cock rating system, but if there was, I'd say it was aesthetic, not too weird looking. \n\nTentatively, I grab it and rub a little, while I give a lick up the shaft. I give another, and keep going until it's gotten a bit wetter, still rubbing. It's not the best taste in the world, kind of salty, but whatever. I use my lips and sort of nibble/suck up to the top, before taking my mouth around the shaft and going up and down, focusing on the tip. I keep going in the same way, and you seem to be ok with it, not giving me much direction, but I assume there's no wrong way to give a blow job. (Like eating Reese's.) I can taste your precum running into my mouth.\n\nMuch to my surprise, as I'm moving with you in my mouth, I feel a warm spurt as my mouth is filled. It tastes like what I imagine bleach to taste like. Not sure what to do, I swallow, and start coughing. \n\n\"Um, thanks.\" We look at each other, still unsure. \n\n\"Want me to keep eating you out?\" You ask. I nod.\n\nAfter a few minutes, I'm excited again, and I feel your fingers in me, first one, than two. I do like the feeling of your fingers expanding me out, and my body shudders, \"oh, yes...mmm.\" You add another finger, and it is beginning to hurt, but as you rub my clit, the pain and pleasure mix. \n\nWe've set a towel on the bed, and you have a condom on. \"I'm going in, you tell me.\" With that, I feel your cock hot against my thigh as you kiss me, grabbing my tits, playing with them as your cock slides over my slit, the tip close to my pussy. Little by little, it goes in. Finally, you break through, and I scream. Fuck, it hurts! You hold me tightly and kiss me.\n\n\"Shh, it's ok, I'm here.\" I look into your eyes as you start to thrust in. I bite my lip as you move faster, harder, my pussy tightening around you.\n\n\"Slow down, it hurts.\" You do, and although you are so sweet to me, and it feels so good, but the pain never really lowers. \n\nWe finish. It's a bit harder for me than you, but we do. You ask if we can do anal, and I just shake my head. \n\n\"So,\" You grin at me, pulling up your boxers. \"Have I turned you over from the dark side?\"\n\n\"Um. I guess?\" Honestly, I don't think this made any difference in my thought process. \"I'll call you back during Fall Break, maybe we can hang out.\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: . Best gangbang scenario/ story
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"content": "I don't know if I'd call this the *best*\n\n**The Brotherhood**\n\nAt Alpha Zeta Pi, there was a great deal of trust and respect. Each year, bonds were formed and men became brothers and lifelong friends. The house was noted for its scholarly as well as athletic achievements. But most importantly, out of all the chapters in the university, it had a phenomenal public service record. \n\nThat said, they boys did know how to play as hard as they worked. They knew how to arrange \"peer activities\" that might have been a bit off the books for most chapters.\n\nThey had a merit system, and when a member in the house did something worth acknowledging, they got out the spinner from the closet. Each segment on the spinner had various words on it. \"Cakewalk,\" \"Barbecue,\" \"Hot Dogs,\" \"Pizza,\" \"Sushi,\" \"Taco Night\" and \"Bake Sale\".\n\nAs much fun as food themed parties were, these were not the use of the board. Each item was a code word for various sexual activities that could be arranged. The Juniors and Seniors would never say what the sections stood for, only saying that the younger members would find out soon enough.\n\nToday was Landon's turn. He'd scored the decisive three-point shot for the game, and now the team was onto the semi-finals. \n\n\"Ok dude, you know what to do, spin and tell us how we're going to celebrate!\" \n\nThere hadn't been a spinning party in three years, very few of the house members had even attended one. Everyone was in the sitting room, all huddled around, waiting.\n\nIt was a rather anti-climactic spin, rotating once and settling on \"hot dogs.\"\n\nOne of the seniors groaned. \"So, do you like gang bangs?\"\n\nLandon's eyes widened. He'd barely done anything with a girl. Well, he'd fooled around with his girlfriend in high school, but he never went all the way with her, and he never had done anything this crazy before!\n\n\"Can I respin?\" He pleaded.\n\n\"No. Those are the rules. We'll arrange for girls.\" One of the seniors addressed everyone. \"All house members are invited, and you're allowed as much time as you want with her, but we need to set some ground rules. If she says she's feeling pain, we stop. If she wants to stop, we stop. We don't want to stir up any shit, and there are enough girls for this to not be a problem. Everything will be ready by tomorrow. Just show up, and please wrap it up. Clothes are optional, but if you're going to go naked, take off your socks too. Leaving them on just looks weird.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman's sexual encounter with a demon gets nasty.
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"content": "Angela only tolerated Steve's presence. She shared absently out the coffee shop window as he rattled on about the most recent patch of goat simulator. His fascination purely the references to Satanism the way pot heads get giggly shortly after four in the afternoon. Steve was really more of a sycophant than a true believer but he had connections in the community. She absently ran her fingers through her jet black hair. She was waiting to meet Metrus, a fairly reclusive yet highly regarded individual in the community. Angela's musings ended with the abrupt halt of useless noise coming out of his mouth. Steve reached in to his pocket to dig out his phone. \n\n\nAngela's rhythms fluttered. She was anxious to meet Metrus. Steve got up to find and escort Metrus insider. She pressed down her jacket edges. It was somewhere between business like and military. She stood when both men finally entered the cafe together. Metrus was young and we'll dressed. His short dark hair was neatly kept. Everything about him spoke to impeccable cleanliness. He calmly strode across the cafe, ignoring Steve's explanations and introductions. \n\n\nAngela was completely transfixed by his stare. She reached out to shake his hand. Instead of accepting the business like nature he pulled her hand up and gently pressed a kiss to it. \"So you're the graphics designer I've been hearing so much about.\" He gave Steve a wave and he ran off to fetch Metrus something to drink. \"I'm sure you know I own several multinational companies and I could use someone with your skills.\"\n\n\nShe blushed a bit \"um, yes. I would be happy for the opportunity.\"\n\n\n\"Wonderful. I'll have my secretary contact you for the paperwork. Tell me about yourself. I wasn't expecting someone so beautiful as yourself. I'm sure you know how Steve can ramble and exaggerate.\" \n\n\nThe carried on a fluid conversation about the community and personal interests until Metrus stuttered remembering something he'd forgotten. He swirled a finger towards Steve who had the most vacant stare. He had been idly stirring Metrus' coffee for the last ten minutes. He suddenly remembered what he was doing and returned to the table. The thought suddenly struck Angela she knew Steve was a fool but he wasn't usually that absent minded. Metrus smirked as he sipped his coffee. \n\n\n\"Thank you Steve. The coffee is very good. This has been an excellent meeting. I'll forward you more information about the New York transfers tomorrow. But I think we're done for the day. So would you mind grabbing Angela's tab while we finish up?\"\n\n\"Certainly\" \n\n\nMetrus turned back to Angela. \"The simple minded are easy enough to manipulate. I find it much more interesting when and individual is intelligent enough to make their own decisions.\" He stood and offered Angela his hand. \"Would you care to join me back to my home?\"\n\n\nShe was enchanted with his presence but not by any hypnotism the Steve might have been under. She found him handsome, refined, and took great care in all aspects. \"Yes I'd like that.\" She took his hand and made to stand.\n\n\nAs she stood there was a great flash of consciousness. The room swirled and disappeared like dawning a cloak. She found her feet she was slightly dizzy and at a loss for words. They were standing on a stone balcony overlooking hillsides with fields of grapes. She was stunned. Never in all the ceremonies and rituals had she witnessed such power. \n\n\n\"Where are we?!\"\n\n\"France. This is my home.\"\n\n\"We were just in L.A.\"\n\n\n\"And now we're in France. How do you like it?\" She found it hard to argue with. She wrestled with the idea. Whatever the explanation she supposed it didn't truly matter. She stuttered to find words, remembering the question. \"Its, we'll it's beautiful.\"\n\nMetrus smiled at her confusion. \"I'm glad you like it. Would you like to go inside or do you need a moment.\"\n\nShe blinked and looked around in shock. She waved her head and made to follow him inside. They passed through several rooms and corridors before arriving in an entertainment room. A ring of couches and lecticas faced a fireplace.\n\n\"Please, have a seat.\" He walked around behind a bar she hadn't noticed and pulled a winebottle from a large wall rack. Returning to sit beside her, Metrus poured her a glass. The smell of the wine invaded her senses. She was lost to his presence.\n\n\n\"So...\" She started. She nervously looked away as she sipped the wine.\n\n\"So...\" he returned. His gaze followed her as she decided her thoughts.\n\n\"Are you more than you seem to be?\"\n\n\"Everyone is more than they seem to be, most more than they can care e to be.\"\n\n\"What are you?\"\n\n\"You've guessed my secret. There's no hiding it now.\" His place changed in another flash of consciousness. A pair of small hooked horns protruded from his hairline. Angela's face expressed surprise. \n\n\"Do I frighten you\" \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sex life of a couple with a height difference so large, one can give the other head without bending over.
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"content": "Ella reached down and grabbed the man around the waist, then pulled him to the waiting lips of her giant vagina. she ran his fro over her clit and his feet kicked wildly at her labia in response. His feet were causing a pleasurable vibration, so Ella repositioned the man so his adorable little feet would give her clit the same treatment her lips had been getting.\n\nEver so carefully Ella ran her ring finger up and down over the general region the man's crotch must have been, and from the lack of additional protest from the man she knew her guess was good. After a short while his shouting for help was replaced with very confused moaning. Unfortunately that put a stop to that delightful kicking he had been doing. Ella needed more.\n\nShe moved the man's head down her genitalia and slipped him inside. Powerful kegel actions pulled him inside entirely, so he could deposit his semen safely inside Ella's womb. Ella shivered in pleasure as his writhing form struggled back out of her, only to get pushed back in again and again by her mighty hands. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two normally professional scientists spill a beaker of a mind altering substance...
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"content": "I put my coat and safety glasses on as I enter the lab. I nod over to Adrianne, she and I have been working on this project for 9 months now. We've been studying the chemical composition of different pheromones to hopefully produce a chemical that can be applied on several different animals for breeding. It sounds more exciting than it is, Adrianne and I often spend hours in the lab together basically just looking at things through a microscope and mixing compounds. We hardly talk, we're not supposed to have relationships within the company so we just didn't form any bond. \"Hey, do you have the beaker of propanoic acid?\" I ask, turning to look at her. \"Uhm, yeah I think so, it's just over here.\" I walk towards her to get it, but accidentally bump into a table once I get to her. A flask of clear liquid falls onto both of us, it soaks my hands and hers. The flask shatters, I have no idea which chemical it was. I look up at her, she looks different somehow, more attractive? Yeah, she looks incredible. I don't know how I hadn't noticed, but her boobs are incredible. My cock is rock hard in my pants, we're just staring back at each other. I can't even remember what I came over here for, all I can do it stare at her boobs. She opens her mouth..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tell your kid/s how they were conceived.
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"content": "A father confiding in his son for advice:\n\nWheelll shun, I dddont want to teal you this. Butttt, yourz moom andsz I werz es gonna divorce not to long ago. \n\nToo much angries arguements. But dat night she sayz, ans sipsz her beer, that she remeeberz my me on the footbalz fields. So I say, \"damn youre cute asz in that cheerleadin skirt.\" I smilezs here way, my blue eyes meet hers. I stare, I even hiccuppp and burp, and and next thing I know were makinz love. My sweets hartz. I remember the moment I bacamz your daddy. \n\nMy mind, it thinks back, agahn to wehn we met. She telz me at the championzhip, hiccuppp, that she's late. I say, naw way, you make to the bus. Cheer your heart out. Mah cheek getz slapped, an shez walked away. Laterz, I look over at her in daz skirt. It hitsz me. I go to throw the final touchdown, and it hits me againz, right beforez he hits me on the linez. I'm gonna be a daddyz. I misszed teh recieverz, fumblez but caught and touchdownz. We'ze end up the winnerz. At the pah-raid, I slippzed it ring on her weddingz finger.\n\n(Wrote this completely sober...threw in the drunk aspect. I feel like a parent telling their child about there conception would be a strange story.\n\nThe story both telling, and hearing, should be uncomfortable, unexpected, and difficult to sort through.)\n\nI am going to contemplate a sexier version to make it more appealing. \n\nHopefully I get it, write it, and send it. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: take them out back, and fuck them in the alleyway.
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"content": "It was part of the game.\n\nThey knew the rules and they wanted to play.\n\nRisk vs benefit, reward vs penalty; the danger made sense to them to keep trying.\n\nBecause sometimes they’d win. Sometimes they’d drift past us, use their mates to set up diversions or just circumvent the venue security. Sometimes they’d get to see their idols, talk to them and most often fuck them in the dressing rooms, clearly prepared to offer their female wares to any man or woman who can play a musical instrument.\n\nBut often they didn’t win; often we caught them sneaking past us to get to the superstars and apprehend the cheeky minxes. At which point they had an option: out the front to a waiting police car or out the back to a dozen waiting dicks.\n\nIf it sounds like blackmail, it probably is, but it was the suggestion of Maggie. What she was short on in skirt-length, she had in abundance in sexiness. Her sex drive was legendary, and her wanton lust for all musicians made her the toast of Telford’s music scene. But she wasn’t always invited, and the venue eventually took out a restraining order against her, preventing the depraved nymphomaniac from coming within a quarter-of-a-mile of my employer.\n\nShe ignored the court order, we caught her the next day and she begged for mercy, pleading and imploring for us not to give her up. It would have meant a jail term. And then she made her suggestion: if she showed us a good time, would we hide her aberration from the Police?\n\nThat night changed everything; the cat-and-mouse game got more interesting; the stakes became higher. It became personal. All ten of us lined up to fuck the insatiable deviant and a new game was born. She started coming to the shows simply to screw; if we got to her first, then we would get her and if we didn’t she was the had the run of the musicians.\n\nBut normally we caught her, and the warm cunt of Maggie became a weekly receptacle for our cum. She’s moved on now; she found a session musician to take her to the shires to live out her days making jam and baking cakes, but her depraved legacy in Telford lives on. All the girls expect to dispense sexual favours if they are caught sneaking in to see the latest music craze. They come for group sex; they don’t really care which man is on the end of the dick firing cum into them. They’d just rather win the game and beat us.\n\nLike the slutty degenerate Rebecca and scheming, sly Sandy. They were dressed in paramedics uniforms, striding past me when I caught a whiff of Rebecca’s distinctive perfume: a mixture of the subtle tones of melon and cheap anti-freeze. “Oi,” I cried and a chase ensued. She reached the top of the stairs when I managed to catch her, a few feet away from the changing room of the ageing rocker. She swore at me, as my colleagues joined us: me pinning her onto the stairs. “Take them out the back and fuck them in the alleyway!”\n\nIt was more of a statement than a suggestion, but Rebecca and Sandy both groaned and were escorted by my two colleagues to the back door. They’d been here many times before. So had I. I joined the frenzied fucking at midnight, the two girls resting on crates in the smoking shelter. Their show and punishment was winding down. Sandy had the attentions of our barman, kneeling at his feet as her tongue slid over his erect cock, but Rebecca was alone, watching.\n\n“You look lovely tonight. Sure he would have loved you.” I offered the words as a consolation and she swore at me; that’s frustration and it’s not unexpected. Underneath the discarded green outer uniform, she wore just a grey shirt, black bra and black heels, and was not dressed to be in our cold alleyway.\n\nBut that was her problem not mine. She became aware of the zip sliding down my trousers, as I looked her over again. Cum was still dripping from her well-used pussy, while her brown hair was covered with streaky wet spots. Her make-up was smudged and there were finger marks dotted over her thighs. She looked every inch a slut, and must’ve felt it, but with a resigned sneer I knew she had accepted her fate.\n\n“Fourth time this month,” I added. “I think you must like being fucked by us.”\n\nShe didn’t dignify my teasing with a response, but fell to her knees in front of my bobbing cock. Her bare knees rested on the cold, cobbled stones while my prick waited. Waiting for her mouth to suck on my slimy, sweaty cock.\n\nShe knew her place; her mouth opened to welcome the tip of my manhood, breathing in my cock past her overly red lips. A gentle slash of her tongue against my frenulum caused me to groan. Pant, almost. She’s a damn good cocksucker, impaling her mouth onto the sensitive prick and sliding down the shaft to send waves of relief around my body.\n\nAfter the first few sucks, it became natural; she wanted my cock in her mouth as much as I wanted her mouth on my cock. Her movements became inflamed and passionate; her actions became desperate and raw. She grabbed hold of my buttocks, thrusting herself on my manhood as she deep throated me with wild abandon.\n\nShe was insatiable; the desperate slut ached for more decadence and depravity. Her fingers gravitated to her leaking pussy, rubbing her cum-covered slit as her mouth took me closer and closer to cumming.\n\nBut I as I approached the inevitable, I withdrew. Her eyes snarled at me, but I was not done with her, hauling her to her feet and pushing her over an upturned box. Her cunt offered no resistance as my cock slid into her slick pussy, using the other cum as a lubricant.\n\nHer fingers could not resist the allure of her clit, her hand rested on the crate as I pounded into her from behind. A desperate fuck, a passionate fuck, a guttural, intense, wanton fuck. There was no respect, just a hole that I was using. She was a fucktoy: a girl with no use but to be a receptacle for our cum.\n\nBut she loved it. The pounding into her pussy, had her writhing. I felt her cunt quivering against my cock as every thrust was met with desperate groaning.\n\nAs my orgasm became inescapable, I pounded deeper and deeper, harder and faster; sending her into a state of lustful inebriation as my seed filled her pussy.\n\nI stepped back and watched the cum dripping from her cunt; she looked disgustingly sexy. “Go home.” She glared for a moment at me. “And I hope you have learned your lesson!”\n\nWe all know she hadn’t; she’ll be back, probably in a few days time to try her luck again. But she’s having her pussy pounded, by a rock group, or their security guards. And she seems to love that.\n\nThis came from my website: http://bawdybloke.com/rock-our-world/"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Woman buys dildo to fuck her husband with, from POV of the dildo
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"content": "In the last few strides, the weight of booze & cash dug into his shoulder. A young police recruit on his parking patrol shouted, \"Hey Dildo, drop it in and put your hands up!\" \n\nThe robber, almost laughed. He grabbed the airsoft gun and said in a deep authoritative voice, \"Nope, today's my day.\" Before he could even scare or aim, the officer fired and he was on his back. The world swirled around him. \n\n\nHe thought, \"Man, why'd the dude call me a dildo?\" \n\nHe blacked out for a second or two, but a single thought rolled through his mind before it stopped working. \"Dildo's are awesome...in the next life...I want to come back as a dildo. Just sleeping and pussy, that's the life of a dildo. Nothing wrong with that\"\n\n\nAnd next thing he knows, he's surrounded by white light and can't breath. \n\n\n\n(Narrator's voice. Preferably the guys from Big Lebowski...the dudes abides to being a dildo)\n\n\n\n\n\n\nNarrator:\n\nWell...with time he realizes that he doesn't have to breath. His vision is blurry, almost like he's wrapped up in plastic. He couldn't move either, but then again he didn't have to. As shadows walked by, he could feel himself bob and wiggle. When poked, he oscillated with harmonic movement. \"Holy shit, this thing looks real,\" she says as she pulls his off the shelf and picks up a few more items on her way out.\n\nAfter his last thought of wishing to be a dildo, the robber thought he was in a heavenly dream! His rubbery and clouded brain though, \"Holy Shit! I'm totally a dildo...I can't wait to get used!\" \n\nHis time was spent judging customers. Some better, some wretched, until the petite tan girl he knew from high school walked by with a grin on his face. Her lean arms grabbed him firmly, preventing him form wobbling, and brought him to be laser scanned by the front clerk. \n\nShe tossed him in her bag, and he was lost for a few days in darkness and tossed on the floor. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(The dildo abides; part II)\n\n\nWoken up by sunlight, he was free'd from his packaging. Light, tender hands, let him breath. He was slobbered by wet fluid that felt good being rubbed along his body. \n\nDespite being made of plastic, he knew he was exuding odors after being not showering and being trapped in plastic for a few days. Despite the smell, the hands flipped him over so he could catch a glimpse of a women in thong with breasts exposed. \n\nHe thought, \"damn...that's her. Those perky nipples are everything thing I imagined them to be.\" He long to be put inside her. \n\nTesting her practice, slid the dildo in her mouth and felt the teeth scrape some rubber off. At this point, he was glad that he couldn't feel pain...but was waiting for her to slide him inside. Her hands applied more lube and slide up and down his shaft-life body. The gentle caress made him think of heaven. He wanted to be inside her. \n\nAnd then the toilet flushed...and the hairy man strode towards the couple and bent over.\n\nSliding into the dark starfish of the hairy man, he thought, \"Oh shit, I'm in Hell!\" \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n(sorry, took a few days to even consider a story for this one! I had a thought and went with it)\n\n(EDIT: TLDR, robber get called a dildo. Doesn't think it's that bad. Dies. Comes back to life as a dildo, gets bought by HS crush. Ends up realizing she's using him on her partner) \n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elderly man spies on a couple from the house across the street having sex.
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"content": "Sipping his afternoon tea, Mr McGillicutty sees a bird fly across the window and grabs for his binoculars. He pulls off his bifocals, and wonders if it was a woodpecker, Red-Footed Booby, or even the rare Dickcissel. He knows his vision isn't the best, but he moves in for a closer look. \n\nAmbling with a slow gait, he has time to lay his glasses on his desk and grab the binoculars. He walks towards the window with the floor creaking underneath him. His back hurts as he presses his eyes into the rubber of his enhanced eyes, but the thought of catching a Barn swallow and posting a photo of it to his email list motivates him to overcome. \n\nHe catches the a shadow on the powerline and wonders his usual though, \"Why don't birds get electrocuted while sitting on the lines?\" His mind remembers back to when he was an arrogant & dumb 30 year old grabbing the single wire of an electrified fence. \n\nAs his fingers adjust the focus, a motion catches his eye...why, \"if I didn't know any betters...that's a whole flock of GREAT TITS!!!! Six of them!!! What are they doing there!!!!\"\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Sexy Job Interview with Funny Twist
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"content": "That is a funny twist. I feel like maybe the sentences could use some work, maybe you are over-explaining things? I feel like there's a way you could state your point without using so many words.\n\n I like your description of the boss, it is very vivid I can feel the woman's disgust at the prospect of sleeping with him. \n\n I also think maybe you could use some indents for paragraphs, and when talking about internal monologue, use italics so the reader doesn't get confused. For example: \"* I give good head. I have a tight young cunt. I've never had anal, but I am willing to try new things*\"\n\nI think you're doing a good job, and there's a lot of great material to work with, you just need to format it a bit. I'm really glad to see your contribution and hope this was helpful in some way!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The old professor discovers a mysterious unknown female human/alien hybrid.
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"content": "He flipped the list to see if she might have been penciled in.\n\n\"Miss, are you auditing?\"\n\nShe looked at the class and smiled. It was either ornery or shy. International, perhaps. Regardless, there was too much syllabus to cover for this to be a distraction.\n\nHer stare made the lecture uncomfortable. She dangled her heel and bit her lip. He avoided eye contact. His hackneyed jokes were void of their typical well-timed delivery, invoking restrained giggles only from her.\n\nHe'd seen this before, he thought--one of many a young girl compensating for low esteem in her scholastic ability. The papers were often inappropriate. The test times always coincided with emergency as to illicit alone time. He tried especially carefully to treat these with a clear mind.\n\nHe dismissed class early, but she remained. He tucked his books and darted for the exit beyond her, blurting in passing that there seems to be a mistake and she needs to see the registrar. It was too soon to say more. You had to be careful bringing to the open things that could easily be strewn as perception.\n\nThe following day she was up to the same antics, clearly without bra. He disguised the glances, for she had his favorite kind of nipple. He asked the students to bring their papers to the desk and then leave. He usually gathered them, but he had a personal problem from watching her manipulate the strap of her sandal with her toes.\n\nShe waited and then went last, waving and exiting with butt crack in unashamed view.\n\nHe picked up her paper. It felt smooth and smelled...interesting. He saw some big words and then rolled his eyes, but then started paying attention to how she had knitted them together. There was a brain behind all this--a really intelligent one. He googled a phrase and after finding no real matches, allowed the words to hypnotize him.\n\n\"Beautiful perspective,\" he penned across the top. He glazed over the rest of the papers with his mind still on the first. He was completely spellbound.\n\nThis being a class on sexual development, she had proposed hypotheses on questions that were on the frontier of the science--questions about attraction. What does the brain do during orgasm? What are fetishes and why?\n\nThe next day he stayed at his desk again, hard-on flaring at the sight of her. He was usually very good at keeping a professional separation between the topic of his work and his own physicality, but that was crumbling.\n\nShe stayed at her desk too.\n\n\"That was an excellent paper, Miss Emily.\"\n\n\"Thanks well, I'm just trying to figure out what's going on inside me.\"\n\n\"I've been doing some experiments...\" she went on.\n\n\"...but I can only do so much without another male, one that knows sex.\"\n\nTerrified of eavesdroppers, he went up to her and whispered to meet him I his office.\n\nOnce safely there, he tried to have the first word...something about professionalism, but it made no sense coming out.\n\nShe pulled her knees up to her chest and pressed her feet into his leather chair.\n\n\"I need to experience being fucked now that I'm a mature human.\" She said in a strange accent. She pulled her shorts to the side to show him her vagina. She had his favorite kind, and it was clear by her glistening, flaring labia that she was truly aroused and ready to be entered. She pulled her top down and out flopped two perfect breasts.\n\nHis office had filled with her sweet scent. He was throbbing. His precum had made a wet spot in his underwear. We went over to her and allowed his cock to spring out and flail back and forth like a pendulum.\n\nHe slipped into her and began thrusting. He picked her up and tossed her on the leather couch. Suddenly her toes curled and she pushed her ass into the air. She gripped the leather and moaned. He couldn't control himself and began pumping his semen into her. Almost instantly he regretted it and realized he had made a huge mistake. She was still writhing on the leather. Then things got weird.\n\nA white light blasted into his window and a voice said \"We must take Emily now and study her.\" Three small figures came out of the window and picked her up. One of them had a cloth like material which he pressed against her vagina, as though to not let the professor's semen escape. As they whisked her she looked at him and said \"Thank you.\"\n\nAlmost as quickly, the office was empty. All that remained as proof of the incident was his cock hanging out, still throbbing, still glistening and scented with her slimy wetness. He fell back in his chair and stayed there for a while.\n\nEmily never showed up to his class again. His mind played games with him. He wondered about her. Has she been tasked with going around fucking other life forms, or did they have something special? Was she mothering their half-human child in some other galaxy? Does she think of him or was she just well-designed illusion meant solely to capture his sperm and experiment with it?\n\nIt seemed unfair for such a thing of beauty, perfect from head to toe, to come and go like that. He still remembers her smell, but all he can do now is masturbate furiously to the memory of Emily."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a friend is holding a rainbow party
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"content": "He was living the life in downtown Vancouver, in is late 20s and already making millions. Patrick looked at his watch and realized he was running late to the party. It was hard trying to read time off a watch with so many diamonds.\n\nPatrick ran to his apartment and changed. Louis Vuitton suit, his favourite. A Rolex on one hand and a diamond bracelet on the other. Patrick knew he turned heads whenever he walked by, men and women. This was a very important day for Patrick because he was holding his first ever, 'Rainbow Party.'\n\nIt was an idea Patrick though off with his friends Doug, Allen and Ned. All successful Vancouver businessmen who had a passion for sleeping with beautiful, young women. Invitations were given to the most beautiful women of the city, except 7. These seven invitations were given to the 7 most beautiful women in the world. \n\nRed was given to a beautiful woman named Oksana, a 21 year-old from Moscow with a passion from sleeping with rich men.\n\nThe orange colour was given to Mies, a petite beautiful Dutch woman who was from a small village in Vancouver to start a semi-successful modelling career.\n\nYellow was given to Min Xing from Shangai. She was aspiring to be an English literature professor but looked much better naked. Her unique curvy body made the men of Shangai, question whether a Chinese woman could look so perfect.\n\nBlue was given to the beach-loving, pot-smoking Mackenzie from California. All she did was smoke and then tan at the beach.\n\nGreen was given to as some would describe, an African goddess from Sierra Leone, named Augusta. She was tall, had light chocalte colour skin that many men who were lucky enough, described as silk.\n\nIndigo and Violet were two cards that were given to twins from India, Priyanka and Preity. They were from a wealthy family so had to be treated a little more delicately. \n\nDespite the cultural differences, there was one thing common about all these women. Their lips, each of their lips were soft and very thick. Just the though of having those lips touch any mans dick would make them explode where they are.\n\nPatrick meets with Doug, Allen and Ned before the party to discuss the importance of this rainbow party.\n\n\"Gentlemen, you already know how many beautiful women will be showing up to this party. You know that special invitations have been given to some women.\" Patrick explains.\n\n\"Well.\" he says with a smile. \"Your objective at this party is to get 7 blow jobs by these seven different women. The person with the most wins!\"\n\n\"Wins what?\" Doug asks\n\n\"Seven blow jobs.\" replies Patrick.\n\nThey all set out to win. Doug starts talking to Augusta since he has had a thing for women from Africa. Patrick tries his luck with the twins, while Allen is trying to swoon Oksana with his failed attempts at Russian\n\nAs the night continues, each man is being taken to certain rooms by certain different women, some come out happy, others come out a little upset. By the end of the night they all meet up.\n\n\"So, did you all have a good time?\" Patrick asks with a smile on his face.\n\"Yeah, it was a good idea, well worth it.\" Allen replies\n\"Alright, drop your pants.\" Patrick says\n\"W-what?\" Doug asks a little confused\n\"Drop your pants, the lipstick that each women got with the card should definitely appear on your dick.\"\n\nEach man then drops his pants. Doug has for different colours, blue, green, yellow and indigo. Not bad in one night. Allen only has one, Orange. At least he tried. Ned has all five but the twins.\n\nPatrick then starts to take off his pants, from the line of his waist to his thighs, he has shades of all the colours. He has lipstick marks of the womens lips all over his chest as well. He is covered in the obsession of these women on his body. Patrick has clearly won.\n\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Bound to Love
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"content": "Jane is awoken by the sounds of heavy footsteps coming through the door. Her morning habit is to get up, stretch her arms and rub her eyes. Not today though, when she wakes up she realizes she cannot move her arms, or legs or even head. She is completely tied to a mattress. \n\n\"What the fuck?\" She screams in fear.\n\nShe looks around and notices she is dressed in nothing but a corset, stocking and panties. \n\nShe tries to break her free but despite her strength she is tied down too tight. Jane has a small stature but at 21 and 105lbs she is able to lift more than most guys and has over a decade of experience in various forms of martial arts.\n\nShe struggles for a bit until she hears the door open, a very large man, standing at 6'4\" and 275 pounds stands over her.\n\n\"Awake so soon I see.\" He says in a very rough voice. \n\nJane is not the type to get scared easily, but at this moment, the size of this man intimidated her. \n\n\"Please. Let me go.\" She cries. \n\nHe doesn't say a word, he just bends and gently strokes her cheek. She notices how rough his hands are. He has a thick beard and a scar above his eye. Jane looks at his hands and realizes his arms are all muscle, he is built like a tank with no defining muscle. His biceps are as big as her two legs put together. \n\nHis graze slowly leads down to janes breasts. His rough hands cup her breast and he squeezes them very tightly. Jane lets out a small scream in agony and she slaps her. \n\n\"Do not make a sound.\" He says\n\nJane still feels the sting of his slap on his cheek. She starts to cry not because of the pain but because of how helpless she is at that moment. He slowly unites her corset and pulls it out from under her revealing a bare chested jane. \n\nHe rubbed his hand over her tight abdomen and perky breasts. He was enjoying the feeling. He then stood up over her and started unbuckling his belt. He took of his Jan's and stood there in his boxer briefs. Jane noticed how big his cock was, she could see the outline reach all the way from his crotch to the side of his hip. And he had massive tank like legs. \n\nHe finally dropped his boxers to reveal what Jane would describe as a baby's arm literally swing down and dangle. He was not even hard yet and she felt as she was staring at a python. He bent down and began grabbing janes breasts and tugging her nipple. He start sucking on them and painfully biting them. His massive sausage like finger went into her pussy, she was tight but barely wet, she could not get excited and wet with what was about to happen. \n\nWhen the giant like man started to get hard enough, he shoved his cock in her throat. Only the tip and little more were in her mouth and she started gagging. He continued to hove down what he could until jane could not breathe. He moaned like a bear and face fucked her. Right before he thruster back down, jane gasped for air. He face fucked her for a very long time, there were tears and saliva streaming down her face. He shoved his cock down a few more times and came in her. He came so much and at an angle is started to flow out of her nose. Janes face was wrecked with all different types of fluids. \n\nHe must have popped Viagra before fucking her because even after cumming his cock was rock hard. Jane looked on as he circled around her body like a shark or vulture with his thick, almost footlong cock in one hand we was stroking. He jumped on top of jane and ripped he panties off her. He sucked on her nipples and rubbed his cock before inserting himself in. Jane was extremely tiny compared to his cock, it was nearly 1/5 her size. He went in almost dry and jane felt pure pain when he was entirely inside of her. Every thrust jane was in more and more pain. \n\nShe wanted nothing more than this man off her. He finally pulled off from her. Jane was relieved for a second until he shoved himself up her asshole. The pain of that trumped any other kind of pain she had encountered so far. She could not resist and screamed. The man covered her mouth and then started choking her. \n\n\"One more peep and I will fuckin kill you.\"\n\nHe continued to fuck her, anally. And then jane felt a warm sensation. This son of a bitch had cum inside her. Jane was a mess; sweat, saliva, tears and semen were all over her body. He finally got up and dressed him self and left. \n\nJane, lay there and cried. She cried at the thought of how her best friend could do something like that to her. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two sorority girls "haze" a curious college guy.
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"content": "Jack kept insisting that he wanted to attend a hazing.\n\n\"Oh i bet you make them cry, don't you?\" He said while laughing.\n\nEmma and Jasmine sat there in silence. They knew the best thing to do was to let this pass, Jack was the kind of person who was convinced he was right all the time. Despite some of his flaws, he was a sweet heart, he once saved Emma from her abusive ex-boyfriend and was her bodyguard, emotionally and physically. \n\nJasmine had feelings for Jack. She always used to tell Emma that she was curious to see what is going on beneath his jeans. Jack was a fitness-freak, he worked about twice a week and had muscles where most scientists could not name. This drove Jasmine through the roof, however, she could not ruin a childhood friendship like that.\n\n\"Goodbye Jack. Sit there and fantasize all you want, we'll never tell you.\" Emma replies.\n\nJasmine and Emma grab there belongings and walk back home from the bar.\n\n\"He's such an asshole.\" Jasmine says angrily. \"Do you know he kissed Lauren at the kegger last week, like full-on makeout, doesn't he have a girlfriend?\"\n\n\"Yeah but it's not you.\" Emma replies\n\n\"He needs to be taught a lesson to respect women. Since our freshman year of college, he has slept with 15 of our sisters.\" Jasmine exclaims.\n\n\"He needs to be hazed by the sorority i guess.\" Emma replies while laughing.\n\n\"Hey, that's not a bad idea.\" Jasmine says.\n\n\"Nope, nope no, no, no. I was fucking around, i am not for real.\"\n\n\"No think about it, all he does is sleep with and then make fun of the sorority. You remember what he did with Becky and Melissa, he slept with both on the same night at different times. We didn't end of going to Becky's cabin because she was so upset. Plus her and Melissa stopped talking, they've been best friends since they were born.\"\n\n\"B-but, its Jack, and it will be weird hazing a guy who's done so much to help us out.\" Emma replies.\n\n\"Look, it will be harmless fun.\"\n\nEmma sighs, \"fine.\"\n\nThe next day, Emma and Jasmine get together with some of the sorority sisters he has slept with and abandoned in the past. Kiki, a dark-skinned african goddess, Shweta, the Indian girl who's accent he made fun of and Nada, the wealthy Arab girl he kept borrowing money from.\n\n\"Listen ladies, we need to haze this boy really, really badly. What he did to this sorority was terrible and we need to get back at him. Hazing our new girls is around the corner and he keeps asking what we do.\" \n\n\"Let's show him what we do.\" Jasmine says with a smile.\n\nBoth Jasmine and Emma send Jack a text, 'Ok, if you really want to know what happens, meet us at our place at 11.30 sharp. Leave your phone at home, we know you'll take pictures.'\n\nJack arrives exactly at 11.30 and knocks on the door.\n\n*Knock knock*\n\nEmma opens the door. She is wearing a giant black trench coat and does not say a word. The house is completely dark only with a few candles flickering. She locks the door behid Jack and shoves him forward. Jack falls over to see Kiki, Shweta, Nada, Jasmine and Emma standing over him with paddles in their hands. \n\nJack gets back up, stunned as he stares at these pissed off women. \n\n\"You want to see what we do when we haze our new girls, you're about to find out.\" Jasmine says as she smacks Jack with a paddle. Jack screams, \"Fuck, that's not funny Jasmine.\" Jack yells.\n\n\"Shut up! You do not speak unless spoken too\"\n\nAll the women take off their trench coats, Kiki is the first one to drop it. She stands there naked, with 'Jack\" written across her abdomen and an arrow pointing to her pussy. Kiki was a light chocolate coloured woman. She had absolutely no visible imperfections. Her breasts were large and round and her nipples were small but extremely perky. Her ass was a typical african-american womans ass, seemed impossible to find jeans that would fit her big ass and small waist.\n\nShweta is the next to drop her trenchcoat. She stand completely naked with a small line of hair on her pussy. She was an extremely petite girl. Her breasts were fairly small and her ass was small but perfectly round. Her hair is tied up in a bun with her arms crossed looking fiercy at Jack.\n\nNada is next to drop her could, she is a little bit more shy so chooses to remain in her underwear. It is a laced red bra with red cotton panties. Red was one of her favourite colours, she had on red lipstick, red nail polish. She adjusts her bra and is shooting daggers at Jack.\n\nJasmine and Emma are the last to take off their trench coat. They look at Jack and Emma say, \"Get up\", she can see he is extremely excited at all these naked women around him. Emma and Jasmine stand in nothing but their panties. They begin to rub each others pussy. Emma's hand playfully moves around the outside of Jasmines white cotton panties. Emma starts to feel Jasmine get extremely wet. Jack tried to get in between but Jasmine pushes him away, \"No.\"\n\nKiki and Nada hold Jack down while Emma is the first to sit on his face. She grabs his hair and forces Jack to eat her out and make her cum. She is grinding on his face while Jack is gasping for air trying to eat Emma's pussy out at all. \n\n\"Keep going, don't stop.\" Emma's egyes are rolling back at this point and she is grinding on his face. She pushes he panties to the side and squirts all over his face. When Emma squirts, it is like a broken faucet.\n\nJasmine is the next, she sits on Jacks face nearly choking him. She forces him to do the same. Jasmine was in love with Jack so the feeling on sitting on his face while he eats her out is a sensation Jasmine could not begin to describe. Jasmine's panties get in the way of pure sensation that Jasmine's pussy was aching for. She could not resist the urge for Jack to keep eating her out because she was about to cum. Her sensation would be destroyed if she stopped now and took them off.\n\nJack is really putting his dick into work, Jasmine wants to fuck so badly, but that was not part of the agreement. She reaches for his throbbing hard cock over his jeans. She wants to take them off and have them inside of her, but Emma pushes her hand away and Jack lets out this unsatidfies moan. Jack continues to eat her out and Jasmine cums. She cums to the point where it is dripping through her panties. She lays to the side and gasps for air in pure pleasure. She is satisfied.\n\nNada and Kiki finally get off Jack as he lays there with the cum of Emma and Jasmine all over his face and body. His shirt is comletely drenched. They kick him out the house and then text him, 'This is what happens in a sorority.'"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where people are emotion-less and reprodouce only to conceive, a man and woman set out to find love.
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"content": "It’s 9 o’clock on a cold night. The rhythmic pounding of an emotionless conjugal begins. The sound of flesh making contact with flesh has never sounded so…hollow. 9:08, the rhythm comes to an abrupt end with a single, soulless moan.\n\nJohn sits on his couch, listening to the automaton of procreation through the thin walls of his apartment. This is where most singles with good careers start out. Then they marry and try to conceive. Once the woman is with child, they move out and get a nice house out in the suburbs. Sometimes he sees them in city again with their child, maybe two. But they show no compassion towards one another, no sign of love or affection. Love is a word that’s been lost here…\n\nIt was raining when John couldn’t take the rhythm of utilitarian conception anymore. The streets were mostly empty now, except for the few people that worked the overnight and the restaurants that served them. He walked into a small café and ordered a coffee and a beignet. He sat there listening to the rain beat the tin roof above him and staring out the window as if he would find an answer…\n\nMary walks the dark street, guided only by the glow of the café ahead of her. In a world that runs like clockwork, she’s always felt like that extra spring that doesn’t quite fit. She knows there’s more out there than this life, but she doesn’t even know where to start looking. The café seems like a good place to stop and think.\n\nShe stops under the streetlamp across the street, looking through the windows of the restaurant. The faint yellow glow of its warm fluorescent lights seems familiar to her. Then her gaze meets that of another's. Their eyes lock and, for a brief moment, something unexplainable passes between them.\n\nMary hurries into the restaurant and slowly finds John’s table. She stands before him like some errant messenger seeking solace with him.\n\n“May I?” she asks softly.\n\n“Please,” he gestures to the chair across from him.\n\n“I’m Mary.”\n\n“John.”\n\nThey smile at each other, quickly getting comfortable in one another’s presence. They easily move into a conversation and they talk for hours. They talk of their past and about who they are; where they came from and what they are striving to be. They reassure themselves that their beliefs are strong within the other.\n\nEarly morning dawn begins to break through the purple sky. He invites her back to his place and they quietly stroll, hand in hand, against the working crowd. Her porcelain skin contrasts his olive tone. The copper of her head flows like silk while his cropped, dusky hair points out in every direction. They look like complete opposites, but their spirits mirror one another.\n\nHe opens the door to his small apartment and Mary feels at home as soon as she walks in. John can barely close the door before Mary pounces on him. Her lips lock themselves onto his and she holds him tight. John doesn’t fight, allowing her to continue. Their hands pull at each other’s clothes. Jackets are tossed aside and fabric is thrown across the room while undergarments are furiously pulled away.\n\nIt doesn’t take long before John gets inspired by Mary’s aggressiveness and soon has his erection pushing against her stomach. Mary grips it and strokes him making him quiver in her hand. She leads him to the couch and sits him down, dropping to her knees in front of him.\n\nWhat starts off as a slow, sensual blowjob leads to the sloppiest head that either of them have been a part of. Mary caresses John’s ballsac as she takes his entire length down her throat. The hand on the back of her head is not letting her up just yet. She gags and drools a bit before he pulls her up by her hair. A string of spit follows her up to her chin.\n\nThey lock eyes for a moment before John pushes her face back down. She greedily takes it all again, feeling his manhood pulse in her mouth. She gags again as tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes.\n\nJohn pulls her off and gets her on the couch. He grabs her ankles, pushing her legs forward, and easily slides into her wet snatch. He drills into her with a passion he hasn’t felt before. She moans out in ecstasy while the couch bangs repeatedly against the wall; John relishing in knowing that his neighbors can hear them.\n\nHe slows down for a moment and Mary pulls him down to kiss him; their tongues tangling around their mouths. Her nails dig into his back, her body already feeling like it’s going to explode. Her breathing quickens and she locks her heels around his waist, not wanting him to stop.\n\nJohn grips the couch beneath them, thrusting harder into her; the sensation of her around him is unlike any pleasure he’s known. His arms wrap around her body and he pulls her up. He sits on the couch to allow her to enjoy herself on top of him; something not of the norm.\n\nMary smiles as her face hovers above his now. She bounces in his lap, taking all of him into her. John squeezes her ass as he bites down on her nipples. His tongue flicks at the hard nubs, enjoying the taste of her flesh. Mary’s fingers curl up in his hair as she rides him harder. She cries out for him as her body goes rigid for a moment and then explodes on his lap. He doesn’t let her stop as his breathing gets heavier. His hands guide her up and down until he releases himself inside of her. He lets out a deep groan before his head falls onto her chest.\n\nThey sleep in each other’s arms with unspoken words, knowing that what they have, no one else does…\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [ff] Two guys working in a retail store together
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"content": "You sound like a guy that at my work who's kind of taken me under his wing. It's weird, I get butterflies talking to him. I'm very much turned on by him, which I've never had from a guy. Once he figured that out he would make comments. Like, if I made my hair look nice he would say \"What, going on a date? I'm jealous.\" I'd say \"Come on, you're more popular with the girls than I am.\" He'd say \"I'm jealous of her, silly.\" I'd turn beet red and not know what to say, but I loved the attention.\n\nHe started being in my masturbation fantasies. I even ordered a small dildo online and pretended it was him. At first it hurt and I didn't understand it, but pretty soon I became a pro at fucking that thing. I'd make up your typical porno storyline where we're stuck alone together at work and we'd end up doing dirty things in the dressing room. My climaxes were insane. I'd put a pillow over my face and yell into it as my semen shot all over myself. It was good practice for later."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cuckolded by an Asian bull
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"content": "“Miso soup, sweetheart?” Ken asked his girlfriend Jeena \n\n“Whatever, “ she said texting away.\n\nKen was a nerdy type of guy, very school-oriented and loved playing Dungeons and Dragons. He was in love with a girl who did not love him back. For a reason, Ken’s family was extremely well off. At 25, Jeena did not need to get a job after college, she could live off Ken’s wealth for the rest of her life. Ken was a pushover, he gave into any demands Jeena had. Most of the time, Jeena did not even demand she just did what she wanted to do.\n\n“Who are you texting?” Ken asked timidly scared of her answer.\n\n“Ken, how many times have I told you not to bother me or ask me when I am texting?” She said as she moved her phone down.\n\n“But, you’re always on your phone, it’s our anniversary, can’t it wait?” He asked trying to be assertive.\n\n“Excuse me, don’t tell me what I can or can’t do!” She yelled and stood up.\n\n“You know what, I’m going home and don’t bother coming in the room.” She said as she stormed off.\n\nKen paid the bill and cabbed it home since Jeena took the keys to the Mercedes. He got back and saw a car parked in the driveway. Not one of the 8 he owned. He walked in to see Jeena sitting on the couch, laughing and talking with another man.\n\n“Baby!” she screamed running upto him and kissing him, something he rarely receives.\n\nShe put her hands on his flabby chest and rubbed them. “I love you, I’m sorry for getting angry,” she said with pouty lips.\n\n“I can’t be mad at you on our anniversary,” he said trying to go in for another kiss.\n\n“I know you got me a 3-month trip to Europe for our anniversary. But there is something else I want,” she said, tugging his collar.\n\nHe looked over her shoulder to see a tanned Asian man sitting on the couch with his hair a little frizzy and a drink in his hand.\n\n“W-what is it, sweetheart?” He asked, at this point very scared of the answer.\n\n“You love me right? We’ve been together for 3 amazing years,” She said in a slightly sarcastic tone.\n\n“Yes, yes of course I love you. What is it you want?” \n\n“And you know very well our sex life is bad, through no fault of our own,” she replied looking deeply into his eyes\n\nHe nodded his head in disappointment.\n\nShe pulled his hand and walked towards the couch where the Asian man was sitting. “Ken, meet my friend Rex, he was the chauffeur at the restaurant and gave me a ride home.”\n\nRex stood up and towered over Ken’s small frame. His large meat-like arms wereas big as his torso. He was built like a brick house.\n\n“Baby, for my anniversary, I want to get fucked by Rex. It will solve our problems, trust me baby,” she said trying to convince him. She slowly put her hands down his pants and started rubbing his cock.\n\n“This could fix our problems. You love me, I love you,” she whipered into his ears rubbing himfaster and faster.\n\n“I want you to watch us and hold my hand so I can imagine it is you fucking me. If you do this, this could work and I will be your sex slave,” her strokes intensified and Ken started moaning.\n\n“Ok, do it. It feels so good, don’t stop,” He said out loud.\n\nShe pulled her hand off, right before he was about to cum and jumped on Rex. Ken stood there, with his cock pitched like his pants were a tent.\n\n\n“Ok, you sexy motherfucker. Fuck me!” Jeena screamed out. \n\nRex and Jeena were eating each others faces out, barely breathing. Rex slipped his hands up Jeena’s dress and his hand started moving fast. Jeena started moaning.\n\n“Rex, oh my god!” \n\nShe was rubbing his cock above his hand, going from base to shaft like it was a long rod. \n\nShe gasped, “How big is your dick?”\n\n“Pull it and find out,” He replied in a Phillipino accent.\n\nShe got on her knees and liked the wetness from her pussy from his fingers. She pulled down his pants and a thick, long cock smacked her no the face.\n\n“Baby! Ken! Look at this it’s massive! It’s bigger than my arm.” She said, excited like a schoolgirl.\n\nShe put Rex’s hard cock in her mouth and immediately began deepthroating.\n\n“Fuck, that feels so good. I popped a Viagra so we have to fuck all night,” Rex said guiding Jeena’s head.\n\nShe pulled the cock out her mouth, spit on his cock and said, “No problem, I have nothing important planned.”\n\nHe picked her up with his strong arms and started kissing her. They started walking towards the bedroom as they’re kissing.\n\n“Ken, come join us, he’s going to fuck me in the other room,” Jeena said.\n\nHe tossed her on the well-made bed and turned her over, “I’m so ready for your big cock.”\n\nAs soon as he stuck himself inside, she squirmed. He pulled her back and inserted himself again, grabbing on to his shoulders. Both Rex and Jeena moan in pleasure.\n\nRex was pounding her, pulling her hair, slapping her ass and calling her vulgar names. Ken looked on as another man was pleasuring his wife, doing some things that Jeena does not let Ken dream off.\n\n“Rex, I’m going to cum, don’t stop!” Jeena screamed.\n\n“Harder, harder, harder!” She screamed as his thrusting increased to the point where the bed started shaking.\n\nJeena screamed as she came, she finally received the sexual satisfaction she was aching for. Rex pulled out his large dick and all nine inches were covered in Jeena’s cum.\n\nIt acted as a natural lube as Rex rubbed himself off while Jeena was on her knees waiting for a load. She sat there with her tongue out, waiting for his seed. He finally came on her face; thick ropes flew towards Ken’s side of the bed.\n\nThere was a stench of sex and sweat in the air as Ken looked on at two panting, sweaty bodies. Laying on her back, jeena turned around and looked at Ken.\n\n“Baby,” she said.\n\n“Yes hun?” He asked.\n\n“Got get us some water.”\n\n\nI may be able to continue more if you enjoyed this at all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Aunt Monica
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"content": "First part of the night...Dinner Time and ride home\n\nI was initially pissed at being put at the end of the table with Aunt Monica. I know my wife wants to be next to her mom, but why did I have to be relegated to the end of the line. But once Auntie started drinking, I laughed at first, and then my eyebrow raised once her hand rested on my thigh.\n\nWe were on the end of the table, with an Aunt and uncle that were more senile than with it. So they really didn't pay attention to anything. They couldn't really see her hand on my thigh, but even if they could, they wouldn't notice or care.\n\nAnd this wasn't just a hand on my thigh next to my knee, it was more than halfway up my thigh, with her fingers far enough \"in\" on my thing to be pointing down. And with each passing moment I feel her hand moving up my leg, and a bit further in. At first I was alarmed, but then Aunt Monica looked up at me and smiled. She knew exactly what she wanted, and what she was doing.\n\n\nHer hand moved off my thigh when the conversion turned toward us and she had to join in the conversation for a while. But as soon as everyone stopped including her it was back on my lap. And yes I did say lap, since she was now up far enough to have her fingers on top of my cock. And being as her hand was on me before, I'm already semi hard. Needless to say, with a little time, and some actual rubbing from Monica's hand I was rock hard in no time. \n\nOnce I was hard she kept me there, moving her hand off of me to let me relax a bit, but moving her hand back on my cock to make sure it was still hard, and rubbing it some if it had softened any. This went on throughout most of the meal, with my only real break coming when she got up to to go to the bathroom.\n\nOnce she returned and sat down, her hand was right back on my cock, but this time it felt a bit different. She looked at me and smiled and move her hand off my cock. I still felt something there so I slowly slid my hand on to of my pants. My eyes widened to feel soft material, smooth, I knew then that it had to panties. My Aunt Monica's panties. The damn saucy minx had gone to the bathroom to take off her panties, and give them to me.\n\nIt was then that I looked over toward her. When she had sat down she hadn't pulled the bottom of her dress down as a woman would normally do. So now the hem of her sexy blue dress was no where near where it should be. I think she was actually sitting on the seat with her brae ass touching. And it was riding so far up on top of her legs that all she had to do was part her legs and she'd be letting me see everything.\n\nSo I did what any red blooded male would do, I turned the tables and put my hand on her leg. It really wasn't turning the tables that much, since she probably wanted me to do that, but I did it anyway. And soon I had slide my hand up her leg far enough that my fingers were slid down a bit and I could feel the heat from her pussy. \n\nShe moved her hand down and placed it on top of my hand and shoved it down. My fingers pressed up against her pussy lips and the were soaked. I rubbed her pussy as much as I could, without being obvious at the table.\n\nI could tell she was getting into it, since she was biting her lip and move her hips slightly. We had to stop suddenly when the conversation came down toward us. My hand slowly slid back toward my body. Well I tried to do that, but Aunt Monica held onto my hand and kept my hand right on her soaked pussy.\n\nShe then used the conversation to say that she needed to get going, implying she had a few too many. They all said she should stay, but she insisted she had to go. Then it came up that she had carpooled with my mother-in-law. That's when I finally figured out her plan.\n\n\"That's ok, Tyler here can give me a lift home.\" she said, finally letting go of my hand. I slide it back to my own lap as they talk and it's agreed that I'm driving Aunt Monica home and my wife will stick around and get a ride home from her mother.\n\nI was fine leaving, as my wife's loves to sit around and chat. And they like to drink wine too. And we were in the back room of the restaurant that my mother-in-laws brother owned, so they weren't leaving anytime soon.\n\nWe get up and Aunt Monica practically pulled me out of the restaurant by my hand. We get to my car and I open the passenger door for her. She smiles up at me, since she's barely over 5 ft and I'm 6ft tall, and pushes her hands on my crotch to make sure I'm hard, yes I'm still rock hard. She sits down and I shut the door.\n\nI walk around and get in, before I even get the keys in the ignition she turns to me and rests her hand on my crotch and says, \"I plan on enjoying this cock many times tonight, first we'll see if I can get you to cum before we make it back to my place.\n\nHer hands went to my pants and undid my belt and she took it off of me and tossed it in the back seat. Then she undid my pants and reached in for my cock. I moved my hips around so that she was able to pull my cock out, you could see the glistening of some precum on the tip from the light of the moon. I put my hand on hers and looked at her, \"Let me at least get out of the parking lot first.\" With that I pulled out of the parking lot and started driving down the street.\n\nThey say you shouldn't text and drive, but damn is hard to get a blow job and drive. Monica was amazing, and I drove 20 the whole way to her house. Luckily it was later in the evening and it's all neighborhood driving to her place. So I cold get away with driving slow.\n\nAnd Aunt Monica was a bit miffed that I didn't blow before we got into her driveway, since she had kept me hard all meal. But I was determined to make it to her place first. \n\nOnce I pulled into the driveway I parked and turned of the car and leaned my seat back. She was doing a great job at taking all of me in her mouth, but I wanted her to have access to all my cock. My hand went to the back of her head and I grabbed some hair and helped her bob up and down on my cock faster.\n\nShortly after that i lost it. I moan out loud and came into the back of her throat, she eagerly swallowed what she could and kept on bobbing her head. She licked me clean and popped her head up. \"Lets go in big boy, I'm soaked and it's my turn for pleasure.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Constrained Writing] Implied sex
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"content": "His gaze is intense. Almost piercing but gentle. The doors start to slide closed. I want him. Now. An arm peaks through and the doors quickly jerk open unleashing a crowd of people. He is on the opposite end and I, wet with anticipation, am forced to contain my elation behind this towering cluster of strangers. They are strangers. I will never see them again. I reason with myself. I want to collapse onto his body, grab his hand and slip it in my panties. I want his finger continuously sliding against me while he kisses me with as much force as he can muster, knowing that this moment is the last of our time together.\n\nThe elevator stops at the third floor. The crowd dissipates except for one. I stare with great disdain at this nuisance but I am caught off guard when the hands that I yearn so much touch me. I can see his impatience has grown but quickly escapes him when I catch his eyes. We kiss and time no longer exists.\n\nWe arrive at the lobby floor. The stranger leaves without regard to what was occurring in his presence. Now we are alone. Neither one of us move. I do not dare break away from his gaze. The doors stay open and we just linger. Is this it? I am not ready to say goodbye. I can't. I want him. One last time. Once the doors close he pulls the emergency switch and we quickly collide into each other. \n\nI am now in a cab. Alone. Without him. But I can not shake off the smile on my face. The things we did in the elevator. I can just replay it in my mind over and over again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An elderly man rescues a beautiful woman and begins to bond with her.
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"content": "His dog actually found her. She was in the woods near the highway. There was a cut on her head and he could see the expensive car wrecked into the guard rail not far away. \n\nHe checked her and she was cold but not badly injured. He placed a coat over her and checked the car. The man was dead. He didn't find a purse and so he went back to her and carried her deep into the woods where he lived alone with his dog. \n\nTracey Noggins wasn't rich, nor poor, neither smart nor ignorant. He'd lived a long life, served his country, made a decent living and retired here to live out his days. He'd never married and had no kids to take up where he figured he'd eventually leave off. \n\nThe girl was stunning. He'd not ever been this close to someone that looked like they'd come from a TV show. He'd seen pretty girls aplenty, but this woman was an order of magnitude up from that. \n\nHe'd treated the small cuts and the bump on her head and left her to sleep in the only bed he had. He checked on her and she didn't have a fever or seem to have any broken bones. That Army first aid training paid off for the first time in forty years. \n\nHis dog Louie barked when she started to move. \"Where am I?\" was understandably her first question. He sat on the bed next to her, \"You are in my home. I live near the highway where you were in an accident. The man in the car didn't make it. I'm Tracey. Pleased to meet you...\"\n\nThe look on her face was one of puzzled confusion, \"Pam,\" she said, \"No, Paula, or is it Pria...I'm not sure.\"\n\n\"Don't matter much, Pam'll do for now,\" Tracey said, \"I have a phone if you have someone to call. I'm afraid I didn't find a purse with you. We can go back out and look again tomorrow, but its dark now.\"\n\nHe handed her a glass of water and a small plate with a few saltines and some cheese. \"Take it easy and don't rush. You took a bad hit to the head, Pam.\"\n\nLouie pushed up and she petted the Labrador reflexively. Tracey's assessment of her went up a notch. Louie didn't like many people automatically. She smiled at the dog and he licked her fingers which made her laugh. \"Louie likes you, and not just 'cause you got cracker crumbs on your fingers,\" Tracey laughed. \n\nShe rubbed the dog's head affectionately, \"I remember having a dog as a kid, but it seems like a long time ago.\"\n\nShe looked into Tracey's eyes with bright young eyes decorated in fashionable makeup. Even through the parts he'd cleaned her sincerity showed when she said, \"Look, I appreciate the trouble you are going to here. And I promise I will make it up somehow.\"\n\n\"No trouble at all,\" Tracey said, feeling every bit of his 60 years, \"You can take as much time as you need. The bathroom is there and there's soap and towels. I left out a flannel shirt and a pair of sweats for you. That dress has seen better days. I'll be out there watching TV if you need something.\"\n\nShe leaned over and kissed him. It wasn't sexy or particularly affectionate, but it was genuine. He smiled, \"You'll be fine.\" he said and headed out to the living room with Louie following. \n\nShe was a little confused still, her head swam and her memories felt jumbled and unclear. She remembered the Mercedes and riding along. She knew the man but he wasn't her boyfriend (or husband, there wasn't a ring). He'd picked her up in the city at a hotel. \n\nShe started to take off the dress, and Tracey wasn't exaggerating about its condition. It was cut in places and it was clear that Tracey had been trying to be careful with his bandages so as not to do more damage. She had bruises too. Deep ones on her side and legs. She remembered a fight...or was it? She sort of remembered enjoying it. \n\nShe folded the dress and headed to the bathroom where she scrubbed off the dirt, blood, and makeup. Her hair needed a good wash and all of the nice curls and style washed down the drain with the shampoo. Tracey's supplies were adequate, but a good brush and some more product would need to be added if she was going to stay here too much longer. \n\nTraceys' shirt proved enough outfit. She swam in it. With Bra and panties underneath she was still warm and covered modestly enough. The sweats were too long and baggy anyways. She wandered back out to the living room where Tracey was watching something on the History Channel.\n\nShe sat on the couch next to his easy chair and rubbed Louie's belly. Louie was happy to share the space with her. \"Wow, Pam, you are still a stunner without the makeup on,\" Tracey said and Pam blushed. \n\n\"Thanks, Tracey, mind if I sit up with you a while, My head's still a bit weird,\" she said.\n\nTracey shook his head. \"So what's your story?\" she asked.\n\nTracy sucked in his breath and then took a pull on his beer, \"Nothin' to tell, really. Born in '53, went to Vietnam in '72, Came back in '74 and finished up my term. Went to school but dropped out and went to work building cars instead. Stayed single and retired four years ago. Now it's just me and Louie.\"\n\nPam reached over an placed a hand on his, \"Single? A handsome guy like you?\"\n\nTracey laughed. He wasn't handsome. Even at 60 he was still somewhat fit. He kept active, walking as well as working hard to keep up the land around his cabin. But he was hatchet-faced with hard lines and dark inset eyes. His mouth was a hard slash with thin lips and his grey hair was artless and limp. Occasionally, when he smiled (as he was now) he had a certain rugged charm, but handsome wasn't the right word by a long shot.\n\n\"You are a sweet girl to flatter an old man like that,\" he said.\n\nShe slid over and ran her hand down into his crotch, \"I can tell you I've been with a lot less attractive men than you, Tracey. And I don't owe any of them my life.\"\n\nShe licked her lips and Tracey and 'Pam' looked into each other's eyes. Tracey was looking hard to determine if this was some sort of trick or trap, a way to take advantage of his kindness. Pam was trying to read if this was too much too soon. She'd remembered something about her past and she did owe this man. More than he knew.\n\nTracey decided he'd been alone too long and relented, \"I can't say I've ever been with anyone as beautiful as you. Plenty uglier, though,\" he laughed and it broke the tension. \n\nPam got up and curled into Tracey's lap in the chair. She was suddenly struck by how hard his muscles were. She could feel the definition of his abs through the flannel and his arms were like steel bars. She pushed a hand under the soft shirt and felt the solid pecs. \"Tracey, you are ripped!\" she said with surprise.\n\nHe lifted her as if she were weightless and held her up in his arms. \"I spent 35 years building cars, you have to have a lot of strength to move steel and aluminum body parts.\"\n\nShe nodded her approval as he said, \"You got some nice parts too. All natural, too, looks like.\"\n\nShe smiled, It was nice when people noticed. \"Want to examine closer?\" She didn't wait for an answer. Climbing down she deftly opened the shirt and let it drop to the floor. Even with damp hair hanging limply down her back and dried blood on her bra she was a knockout. Tracey whistled. \"You are like a *Playboy* model,\" he said appreciatively. \n\n\"Please,\" she said confidently, \"*Playboy* models are amateurs.\" With a grin she leaned forward and undid Tracey's belt and pulled his pants open in a practiced maneuver. \"I am a total Pro.\" \n\nTracey started to object but then stopped himself. Who was he to judge her? He hadn't paid for nor asked for this encounter. In fact, he kind of liked the girl. She was smart, confident and very pretty. If this went the way it looked like it was going to go, then who was he to complain. His conscience got the better of him.\n\n\"Are you sure you are up to this?\" Tracey asked, carefully, \"You were in a car accident just a few hours ago.\"\n\nPam was standing over him with his belt clamped in her teeth and with one hand on his unbuttoned shirt. She paused a long second, \"I am if you are,\" she finally said.\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Haunted Encounter
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"content": "Well I ended up getting an idea I liked and she loved it, so I am happy.\n\nHere it is:\n\n---------------\nThere is a haunted house in your town and the legends say that all who go in, never come \n\nout. You lost a bet with your friends and so your punishment is to stay the night in that \n\nhouse. \n\nSo here you are in front of it's rusty iron gate. The sun is just starting to set and your \n\nfriends are with you to make sure you go inside. You hop the fence, and walk through the \n\nyard. It is so old and overgrown that everything is half dead and half wild. You reach the \n\nhouse and walk up the old wood steps to the door. The door is an old french door with large \n\nand once beautiful glass viewing panes in the middle. You try to look through the window but \n\nit's so covered in dust on the inside that you can't see anything.\n\nYou look back to your friends and they say \"GO!\", giggling and pointing at you. You turn \n\nback forward and there is a swipe in the dust of the window that was not there before...\nYou lost your bet, so you have no choice but to go inside, so you try the door. It opens, \n\nslowly. Years of dust and no use have made the door hard to open, but you succeed.\nYou take out your flashlight from your backpack and turn it on. This place is so dusty and \n\nsurely was once beautiful. You step inside, shutting the door behind you.\n\nIn front of you is a large room. With chairs and tables along the walls, a big double \n\nstaircase that starts on the side and meets in the middle and a big chandelier in the \n\ncenter, having fallen tot he floor after years without maintence. You walk up to the \n\nchandelier, shining your light on it and touch one of it's crystals, but suddenly someone \n\ntaps your shoulder. Turning around, there is nothing there. Creepy, but you can't back out.\n\nYou walk under the stairway and find a kitchen. All of the cuboards are open and empty. Not \n\nfinding anything else really interesting, and avoiding the basement all together, you head \n\nupstairs. There is a door in center of the stairs, but also halways to the left and right. \n\nYou try the center door but it is locked so you head down the right halway. There are many \n\nrooms. Many doors. Kind of unusual for a home, but you don't know anything about this place \n\napart from the rumors.\n\nWalking along the halway you keep trying to open doors but they are locked. Finally you find \n\na door and the knob turns. You slowly turn the knob and then you hear a sound, stopping dead \n\nin your tracks. A woman moaning in the room. mmmm mmmm ahhhm. BAM! The door flies open on \n\nits own and you see a bed with the sheets in the air. They fall and rest on the bed. The \n\nroom is empty.\n\nYou are creeped out by what you heard, but you also don't want to explore anymore doors. Who \n\nknow's what could be in them. you just want to finish your night here and leave as soon as \n\nyou can. You check your watch. 7:30pm.... You've only been here 20 minutes. You open your \n\npack and take out a camping lamp and turn it on. The room is a little dusty, but otherwise \n\npretty clean and well kept. You spread your blanket over the bed and throw down a pillow. \n\nYou brought it, but you don't think you'll be able to fall asleep alone here.\n\nSo you sit down on the bed and take out some food. Leftover adobo and rice you brought with \n\nyou. You are eating your food when you hear a light knock at the door. You freeze, \n\nterrified. \"Miss. Missssss. We aren't allowed to bring food to the rooms.\", a woman's voice \n\nsays. \"Hello?\", you ask. \"Open the door I'll sneak it out for you\". You walk to the door, \n\nshaking yet curious who it is. You open the door and nobody is there. You call out, but \n\nthere is no reply. You close the door and return to the bed, but your food is gone...\n;( She stole your food! The bitch. Upset and hungry, you get under your blanket and read a \n\nbook.\n\nYou wake up in the dark. You must of fallen asleep reading and your lamp battery must of \n\ndied as well. But you very soon notice someone cuddled against you under the blanket.\nLaying on top of your chest, pressing your breasts down with... breasts. A woman is cuddling \n\nyou in this bed. \"You're finally awake.\", She says, \"Now it's time to play.\" You feel a hand \n\nslip into your shorts. You don't want it but she is laying on top of you holding you down.\n\"No. No no no. NO!\", you cry, but she just shh's you and then kisses you deeply. Silencing \n\nall your calls. Her fingers slowly run circles over your pussy lips. Lightly brushing your \n\nclit. You are being forced into it but it's starting to feel really good. She slips her hand \n\nunder your panties and and runs her ice cold fingers through the lips. Soon she is rubbing \n\nyour clit fast. Her mouth still clamped onto yours, invading your mouth with her tongue as \n\nshe rubs you.\n\nYou feel your orgasm building. She senses it and goes faster. Rubbing your clit like crazy. \n\nRubbing you harder. Every time she knows you are closer to cumming to goes faster and \n\nharder. Going so wild on you, your breathing and moaning so loud and heavy. You're about to \n\ncum. You are going to explode and cum all over her hand. You feel it, any second it's going \n\nto happen. Just a little mor.... She stops. She pulls her hand out of your pants. Denying \n\nyour orgasm.\n\nYou feel your shorts and panties pulled off of you. She adjusts so her hips are against \n\nyours. Now you feel it. A big hard cock. This woman has a cock! Wtf you say, and she \n\nresponds by filling your mouth with her tongue again. You feel that fat cock head pressing \n\nagainst your pussy lips. You feel it's big, you are terrified of it. And it slowly pushes \n\nit's way in. Sliding in, you feel the head work it's way down the shaft of your pussy untill \n\nher pelvis is against yours. But you can't feel any balls where you'd expect.\n\nShe starts to move. Sliding her cock in and out of you. This massive thing fucking you. She \n\nstarts to go faster, and grabs your nipples roughly. Fucking you harder and harder. She \n\nstarts to grunt as she fucks you. Growling like and animal. Thrusting faster and harder. \n\nSqueezing your boobs harder. It doesn't feel good but its so animal it makes you crazy.\nYou can tell shes going to cum. She's going to explode her/his/its? cum inside you. This \n\nwhile beast is about to fill you. She's going crazy fast. Her womanly howls loud and she \n\nstarts to cum. You feel it squirt inside. Hot yet ice cold and with such force! Spurt after \n\nspurt blasts inside you.\n\n\"What's this!\", a man's voice says as she continually pumps cum in your pussy. \"Employees \n\nare not permitted to have sex with other employees!\", he says. Swoooosh. The room is bright \n\nyellow as the woman vaporizes into particles. She's gone along with the cum she pumped you \n\nfull of. The room is light now. The light above is on. Before you stands a man wearing a \n\nblack suit with a red tie. Clean faced with his hair slicked back. He must be the owner of \n\nthis place... or once was. \"I'm not am employee here sir, I only came for the night\", you \n\nsay. \"Well you have just cost me an employee, so now you must replace her. She was my best \n\nyou know.\", he says. \"But I don't want to work here\", you reply.\nIgnoring what you said, \"Now I must assess your worth\".\n\nYou are lifted. Lifted by some magic out of the bed. Some invisible force pulls your clothes \n\noff leaving you naked. \"Hmmm. Not bad, not bad.\"\nYour suspended in air, naked in front of this man. His pants come down on their own and you \n\nsee his limp cock. You watch in amazement as it floats up and hardens in mere seconds. You \n\nare turned and layed on your back mid air. You float closer untill you are just inches from \n\nhis cock. \"Hmm very good\", he says and then slaps your pussy with his cock hard. \"Ahhhhh\", \n\nyou say. He slaps it again, and again. Then he puts it inside. Sliding it inside you. He \n\ngrabs your hips and is immediatly fucking you fast. You are glad for the woman before who \n\nmade you crazily wet or this would hurt. He's ramming you so hard. Like only a machine could \n\ndo.\n\nSlamming your pussy with his huge cock. It feels so fucking good. You want more. You want it \n\nall, right now. You fly off him a foot and are flipped onto your stomach. Then fly right \n\nback on his cock with fast huge hard force. Now he grabs you and fucks you even harder and \n\nfaster now. you are moaning like crazy now. It's so good. Soooo good. His cock slams over \n\nyour gspot with every thrust he gives you. \n\nNow he pulls out. You can feel your juices. They are moving, flowing out of your pussy. you \n\nlook back and see the fluid coming out and then in moves back to you, it pushes against your \n\nass and goes inside it. WOW, you think. Thats crazy.\nThen, even more to your amazement you see a second cock grow from the man. WOW. \nHe places then to both of your holes and slides inside. You are amazed at how easily your \n\nass swallows his new cock. You feel so good as you are double stuff. So filled with cock.\n\nHe fucks you faster. Fucks you harder and harder. Now he is moaning with you. He's going to \n\ncum and you are long overdue for your cum. Teased for so long by both of these strangers. He \n\nfucks your tight holes with his fat cock and finally says, \"TAKE IT\". You feel his cum flood \n\niside you. Filling your holes. His twitching cocks send you over the edge and you have the \n\ngreatest orgasm you have ever had in your life. You moan and your whole body shakes \n\nuncontrollably. You've never felt this before and you want more and more and more.It's too \n\ngood. Too intense. Amazing and you pass out.\n\nYou wake up sometime later. A collar around your neck and a leash attached to the bed. Ready \n\nto serve your new master. Ready to work for him. Forever in this place. As a slave, a toy, \n\nused and given ultimate pleasure. It seems that the rumors of this place were true, and you \n\nare happy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A soldier makes love to a pretty young woman after returning from war.
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"content": "She was so soft, so fluid, so wonderful, all tiny, half-suppressed gasps and whimpers as she squirmed beneath him, sheets messy, crumpled from being clenched in her hands, from having her heels dig furrows deep in their folds, from her body wriggling in delight... \n\nAnd he'd made her do that. With his lips, his fingers, his body--Him. There'd been times when he'd honestly wondered if he'd ever have the chance to do this kind of thing again, but now here he was... \n\nShe whimpered into his mouth as his fingers squeezed gently, thumb and index fingers lightly rolling the pink tips of her breasts in a way that made her back arch and toes curl, her thighs squeezing tight around his. He grinned against her lips before once more dipping his tongue inside her mouth, curling around hers in a playful caress as he savored her flavor, a spicy, sweet, lovely taste that used to be hers and hers alone, but was now all his to devour. \n\nHis mouth meandered down across her soft skin, playing along her jaw, teeth grazing the side of her neck, tongue sweeping along a collar bone. She gasped and bucked, fingers dancing up his arms, cupping the blades of his shoulders, clutching onto his skin as he coaxed her excitement ever higher. Lazily, not slowing on the steady, rhythmic thrusts of his hips against hers, he swirled his tongue around her stiff little nub, until she was moaning softly, head tipped back and lashes fanning across the flushed peaks of her cheeks... \n\n\"Don't stop,\" she panted, \"please, please, more...!\"\n\nAnd unlike so many other orders he'd obeyed, this was one he was happy to oblige. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young female revolutionary is kidnapped. What's going to happen to her?
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"content": "What little color there was in her face drained away. She uttered a thick choking noise from behind the tape, wrenched her arms desperately against the chains, and her eyes widened with terror. She felt his knees dip, the scratchy fabric of his pants brushing her thighs, and thick fingers fumbled against her back as he quickly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. \n\nWithin seconds she could feel the hot, heavy length of his member sliding hungrily across the slopes of her ass, and she shivered, whimpering, eyes squeezed closed. It burrowed its way down between her cheeks, and then up between her widely spread legs, only stopping when it was just outside the entrance to her pussy. \n\n\"Now I'm going to ask you some questions, Ms. Castillo,\" he said, voice deep and steady, like he'd done this a thousand times before. He gently thrust his hips, edging his cock slightly closer, and she felt herself clench involuntarily, her body fighting with all it had to not let this happen. \n\n\"If you know what's good for you....you're going to answer.\"\n\nOne hand fell on her hip and squeezed, holding her in place with its iron grip as he pushed forward. She squealed helplessly, thighs shaking, as his head forced her tender inner walls wide apart.\n\n\"Honestly...\"\n\nHe thrust in a little deeper, and a tear slipped from her eye. \n\n\"...and completely.\" \n\nGrabbing her by the hair, he wrenched her head back and leaned in close to her ear, whispering harshly, \"But first, let's get to know each other a bit better.\" Lips sank into her earlobe as he cocked his hips back slammed home, her moan of pain and fear making him smile. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two female soldiers have one night stand after one's husband, also a soldier, goes MIA during a mission
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"content": "Jessica had finished her duty and left to hit the gym and work out those long hours of office work out of her tight muscles. Long hard workouts had always been a place of solace for her. She'd escape the day, escape worry, escape stress as she let the endorphins wash over her. The army conditions soldiers for routine and in the morning the gym is all business, a sea of army issue sweats and t-shirts, all ages and types getting their work in. The late afternoon and evening were more reserved for the workout junkies.\n\n\nAs she stood in front of a locker methodically taking off her uniform she let her mind wander. The base gym was an unusual place this time of day, almost like a university campus the crowd decidedly young and fit with an air of testosterone and competition running through everything. The army trained soldiers to have confidence and a bit of swagger in their step. As Jessica slipped into a skin tight pair of capris black with hot pink trim and matching skimpy sports bra she thought about Ashley and Brian. Her two best friends and confidants, she knew it was unusual to be so close to a couple but it had just sort of happened. Jessica tied her shoes and put her hair up in a tight high ponytail, as she tucked her workout glvoes into the waist of her capris it accentuated how tight they were hugging every curve. As she walked out of the locker room she caught herself in the mirror and was quite pleased, moving over to a pile of iron in the corner she started her workout.\n\n\nShe'd been lost in her world when she finally saw the clock on the wall and realized she was running late she was supposed to meet Ashley for dinner. After a quick shower she was drying her hair when she heard a couple of other women talking and knew instantly it was about Brian. She'd left her phone in the locker and rushed over to it and Ashley had almost blown it up with texts and calls. Jessica wrestled her hair into a messy wet pony, dragged on a t-shirt and shorts and darted out of the gym her closes clinging to her still damp body.\n\n\nIt was only a few minutes to their apartment and Jessica could hear the wails as she got out of her car. She let herself in and found Ashley in a state of rage. Ashley had an animal ferocity in her eye like the momma grizzly protecting her den. Getting more and more worked up, Ashley was about to make one of those decisions that could have unknown and quite severe consequences. It was from a place of pure love and compassion that Jessica stepped in front of Ashley as she was heading for the door.\n\n\nJessica slapped Ashley across the face.\n\n\nAshley's rage quickly redirected from the unknown where there couldn't be an object of her fury to her friend standing right before her. Jessica knew Ashely's strength from combat sparing practice and boxing workouts. As a responsive swing came back crumpling Jessica's smaller frame it sent a jolt through her. It wasn't just her flesh that reacted, something deep in Jessica had always craved a rougher form of play and she felt that familiar clench deep in her sex. Jessica's mocking challenges only caused Ashley to go higher into a swirl of rage.\n\n\nAshley's blows rained down on Jessicas body sending shivers and sparks coursing through her body. As they two wrapped together and fell into a grapplers stance on the ground the thin cotton of their casual outfits started to part. The unmistakeable sound of the knit material being town asunder as Jessica was quickly disrobed. The rush of adrenaline and passion moveing through Ashley moves her eyes over Jessica's body in darting hungry shots. Ashley's hands on Jessica's skin, the sound of Jessica's moans and squeals filling the senses. Reaching up Jessica claws for grip on Ashley and her fingers leave red trails as her grip rakes down the taut sexy flesh of her best friend.\n\n\nAshley grabs a fist of Jessica's hair and arches her back as she leans down taking Jessica's mouth with her tongue. The twinkle in Jessica's eye unmistakeable as Ashley tells her to go prepare the toys and harness for the fucking of her life. Jessica can't suppress the curl in her lip as she tries to divert her gaze in submission and rush off to prepare....\n\nto be continued?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: WP. Sleep Sex NSFW
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"content": "It’s been a good night so far. I really didn’t know what to expect when I sent you that message or if you’d even respond. It’s been a couple of years since we last spoke and I did want to finally try to get you in bed one last time before I finally move on.\n\nWe’ve spent almost the entire day together and I still haven’t got myself a hotel room; I don’t know where I’m going to sleep.\n\n“Don’t be silly,” you smile. “Hotels can get so expensive, you can stay with me. I feel safe with you around; I always have.”\n\nAnd I see that you’ve had no problem falling back into the groove of using me for your own needs. “Thanks,” I respond as I drain the last of my cocktail. I get up to pour myself another drink and you hand me your glass.\n\n“Can you get me another?” Your words a little slurred. “Just a small one, I can’t get all stupid now.”\n\n“Sure.” I take your glass and walk behind the bar to pour your drink. About halfway, I stop and pull a small baggie out of my pocket. I take a few of the Ambien in there and crush them before I drop them in your drink. I give it a good mix as I pour the rest of the margarita in. I fix my vodka and cranberry juice and return your filled glass to you.\n\n“You were always the nicest one to me out of all our friends, you know that?” you take a large gulp of your drink. “All the other guys only ever wanted to get into my pants.”\n\n“Yeah, I remember. That and the other girls were too stuck up to even want to hang out with me.”\n\n“Yeah, they were cunts.” You drink more and more until your glass is nearly empty. “They never saw the nice guy that I saw,” you mumble as your eyes begin to glaze over. You let out a big yawn as you stretch across the couch. I eye your smooth legs and wish for a peek as your skirt rides higher and higher. “Oh, God, sorry about that; I didn’t realize I was so tired.”\n\n“That’s okay,” I smile. “It has been a long day, I could use some sleep myself.”\n\n“Let me get you set up.” You wobble as you try to stand, falling back onto the couch. “Crap, I had too much to drink!” you laugh. “I can’t get up! Help me!” you squeal as you reach out towards me.\n\nIt’s working better than I thought. “Come on,” I pull you up from the couch. You fall into me and lean against me as I try to get you balanced so you can walk.\n\n“I have sssome extra sheetsss in my bedroom closet,” you begin to slur. Your hand caresses my cheek, “You’re ssso nice to help me to my room.”\n\nWe walk down the short hallway and you push open the door to your bedroom, blindly pawing at the wall for the light switch. “Found it!” you proudly proclaim as it clicks on small bedside lamp.\n\n“Wow, you got a huge bed,” I remark as I lead you towards it.\n\n“California King.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“I don’t know,” you yawn. “I guess it’s just feeling how small I am as I lie in it.”\n\nYou crawl into the bed as soon as your close enough and point to your closet. “The sheetsss are in there. Take what you want.”\n\nI open it and dig in it to find the linen and a pillow. “Thanks again for letting me stay,” I say to you as I walk out of the closet.\n\nI look to the bed and find you with your bra halfway off and your panties down to your knees; your dress lies crumpled on the floor next to the bed. My heart begins to thump hard in my chest. I’ve wanted to see this for so long.\n\nYou sigh as you take a deep breath; your bra falling to the floor. There’s no way I’m letting this opportunity slip away. I set the linen and pillow on the floor and quietly approach you. I kneel next to the bed and gently run my hand across your stomach. You don’t react so I reach higher and grope your breasts, lightly pulling at your nipples; still nothing.\n\nI straddle your small frame and unzip my pants. My hard cock whips out and slaps against your breasts, leaving a stringy trail of pre-cum behind. Taking a tit in each hand, I squeeze them together and slide myself in between them. God, they’re so soft. I lightly thrust through them with a gratification of years of rebuffed advances.\n\nAdrenaline fuels me and I get bolder. My best course of action would be stripping naked and kneeling on the bed next to your face. I begin to stroke myself, rubbing the pre-cum around the head and shaft. I hang it over your mouth as a bit drips down to your lips. Your tongue flickers out and you lick the stickiness off.\n\nI press my cock against your lips and slide it back and forth. Your small mouth opens slightly and I proceed to rape it, feeling your breath quickening as you struggle to breathe. Oh, God. I think to myself. The bed bounces as I push you around with every urging prod of my cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t contain myself much longer and quickly pull out, cumming with a grunt over your pretty face.\n\nNo, I think to myself. I can’t be finished.\n\nThe bed squeaks as I get off as quietly as I can. With as much care as I can, I slowly pull your panties off and duck in between your legs. A bit of wetness seeps from the delicate folds of your pussy. My eager tongue begins to lightly taste you, taking in the sweet taste. Your legs open a bit, allowing my tongue to probe you further."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: That inner voice...
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"content": "Bill leaned back in his chair, completely bored. He held his unlit cigar between his fingers, contemplating whether it was even worth the effort to bother lighting. He had a very important meeting in a few minutes, but he couldn't even bring himself to care about that. The never-ending grind of his position had drained him of his once vibrant personality, and he felt the weight of all of his responsibility growing heavier every day. There were so few things to keep him entertained these days. Even with his unparalleled charismatic powers, he still felt empty. He used his abilities to get all the power, prestige, and money he could ever want, and yet he still felt so *bored* by it all...\n\nJust then, the door opened. Into his office stepped sharply-dressed brunette that stepped quickly up to his desk. \n\n\"Mr. President, Yasser Arafat is here. He's waiting for you in the Rose Garden.\"\n\nBill looked at her, and then down to his cigar. A sly smile curled at his lips as a crazy, fun idea slid its way into his mind. Soon it would be in hers too. With a devilishly charming grin, he replied.\n\n\"I'm sure he can wait a few minutes, Ms Lewinsky. I have something I'd like you to do for me first.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (WP) Looking for someone to write some extremely taboo erotica about my wife.
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"content": "Tori grabbed her purse and all but leapt through the door. Fumbling with her keys she bolted the lock and ran down to the driveway. \"Fuck\" she cried as her heel twisted trying to run down the stairs in heels. Her ankle sprained she limped to the car waiting for her. \n\n\"You ok?\" came the voice of her husband’s coworker Jason. “I know we're late for the party, but you don’t need to take your feet off.\"\n\n\"I’m fine\" Tori replied. Truthfully though her ankle hurt, she could feel it swelling even now as she sat in the car. She knew it was her own fault but she was rushing because they were late for her husband’s Christmas party. \"Let’s just go” she dead panned. \n\nJason had been nice enough to agree to pick her up since he had the day off. Her husband was able to join the party without coming back home to pick her up.\n\n\"I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long. I’m sorry if I did\" tori offered. She really didn’t know a lot about Jason and hadn’t heard too much about him from her husband other than they work together. \n\nJason turned towards her and simply said \"no problem, I’m sure you’ll pay me back some day.“ A grin grew on his face. \n\nA handsome face she noted. Jason was decidedly attractive, a tall muscular man with a darker complexion and a contagious smile. Even though this was the first time they’d ever met she felt completely at ease around him. Her mind wandered as he drove to their destination. \n\nIn the parking lot it was finally time to disembark Jason’s car. Tori swung her legs outside but a Tingling sensation ran up her leg. Attempting to put weight on her leg was a futile effort. Jason walked around to her side and noted her trouble. \n\n\"Here let me rub it a min\" he said. \n\nBefore she could even protest he took her ankle in his large hands and began to tenderly rub it. She just sat for a minute with nothing to do but let him rub her ankle. Modesty made her keep her leg low, she had selected a fairly short dress for the night and didn’t want to let Jason see up it. But as far as she could tell he was being a perfect gentleman and completely averting his gaze. \n\nImpatience overcame her as she asked “let me try it now\". Slowly she raised her self from the car and took one step, on the second step she stumbled and was quickly caught in Jason’s arms. \n\n\"Looks like I’m going to have to carry you in.\" Jason raised his eyebrows. \n\nTori began to protest but even as she did Jason scooped her up with little effort and cradled her in his arms. Tori resigned herself to her fate of the humility of being carried into a room full of people. \n\nOnce inside after the stares had died down and tori explaining to her husband why Jason had just carried her in, she sat through another work party. Unable to get up on her own her husband, Jason and others who felt like helping funneled drinks her way. \n\nTory usually didn’t drink of course, so she mostly sipped on a club soda and politely turned down offerings of drinks from passersby. With the exception of Jason, he had been so insistent on her doing a shot with him that she eventually caved. After a short time he returned with two more. She flat out refused and was met with a man who would not take no for an answer. She took the shots to satiate Jason on his insistence that it would A: pay him back for carrying her in her and B: ease the pain of her ankle. \n\nNot being a normal drinker Tori was without a very healthy (or unhealthy depending on how you look at it) alcohol tolerance. Without being on her feet for the whole night tori had a false sense of her sobriety. When Jason came and sat down to check on her she slid over onto his shoulder. \n\nA giggle escaped her lips “I think I’ve had too much to drink\"\n\nJason laughed, “You and your husband both. “\n\nHe’s been drinking? He never drinks!\n\n“Well I might have helped him with that” Jason Smiled. How you planning on getting home\".\n\n\"I guess we’ll have to take a taxi.\" Tori replied. \n\n\"Nah, your husbands had too much to drink\" Jason countered. \"he’s probably going to pass out on the way home and there’s no way you’ll be able to carry him inside, you can’t even walk yourself. \" Jason eyed Tori. \"Tell you what, ill drive you home and we can continue the party there.”\n\nTori considered it, Jason seemed like an ok guy. He was right as well, even if they took a cab it would be an awful sight of her dressed in a skirt and heels dragging her husband to their front door. \"Sure let’s do it, but you’ll have to pick up some alcohol on the way though. We’re not very big drinkers.\"\n\nJason rounded up tori and her husband and drove them home, stopping on the way for more drinks. By the time they got to their house Tori’s husband was out cold. Jason threw him over his shoulder and ran him up into their home first. Returning for Tori he ran her up next. \n\nTori’s husband was tossed on the couch and Jason and her sat on the love seat, laughing and chatting. The conversation flowed easily between them and although she didn’t drink any more, Tori could still feel the effects of the alcohol on her.\n\nTori rubbed her ankle again. \"Is that still bugging you?” Jason asked. “Here let me rub it for you again.” \n\nThis time tori didn’t even consider protesting, she simply let Jason kneel before her and take her ankle in his hands. Tori snapped into a bit of a trance watching Jason’s hands work her ankle as his dark skin contrasted with hers. Soon though she remembered her dress and as she hiked it down this time she noticed Jason’s eyes were fixed on her crotch underneath. \n\nJason’s eyes met hers as he smiled, his hands still working her ankle but slowly moving their way up her leg. Her foggy mind felt uneasy but passed it off as Jason offering to message her full leg. But as his hands approached the hem of her dress and disappeared beneath it shock registered in her mind freezing her. When his hand brushed against the fabric of her panties, alarm set in. \n\nGrabbing his arm sternly she stated, \"Please don’t do that.\" \n\nJason made no response.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I'm your obedient home slut
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"content": "The dishes are done, the floors are mopped, and dinner is cooked. I have done everything you expect of me to do to keep this beautiful castle you have provided me in the best possible shape. Yet, I still feel like I need to satisfy you more.\n\nI stand in front of the mirror, naked, inspecting my body for any unwanted blemishes, hair or fat to be taken care of immediately. Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong with my body, it is in perfect condition. My smooth hands run all over my milky skin, from my legs, to my ass and all the way up to my perky breasts. I look at the clock and notice you’ll be home soon, waiting to be fed and then sexually satisfied. \n\nI slip into a tube top and mini-skirt along with my high heels, you’re favorite combination, and eagerly wait for you on my knees by the front door for your next command. I feel like an obedient dog, I love it. \n\nI see you pull up in a brand new red Porsche, it looks like your business deal went well and drop open my mouth so you can immediately slide your fat, hard cock in it. I hear your keys rattling trying to open the door and my mouth drops even more wide open, I want to fit both your cock and calls into my mouth.\n\nYou stand there, looking at me, hopefully satisfied because I am doing exactly what you expected of me. You grab my locks of blonde hair and force it towards your crotch, rubbing your hard cock through your pants of my face. I can’t take it anymore I need you inside of me right now, but you don’t let me. You continue to tease me, continue you to tease my body sending shivers all around.\n\nYou push me away but I see you’re finally taking off your belt. Finally, your mighty, massive cock will be mine to suck and fuck till there is no cum left for the day. Instead, you use your belt to tie it around my neck like a leash and guide me throughout the living room.\n\n“Stand up,” you say in our deep, heavy voice.\n\nI, of course, oblige to your every demand and stand up waiting for my next order. You force me against the wall and ravish my neck. I can feel the prickly hair of your 5 o’clock shadow rub against me and nearly cum from the ecstacy you provide.\n\nInstead of gently removing my top you rip it off and start biting me from my neck to my perky breasts. I try to say your name but the intensity of your kiss is too much. I want you, I need you. I reach for your hard throbbing cock and begin to rub it. You force me to my knees and pull down your pants. I open my mouth to lick the tip and tease you but you force your hard cock and began throat-fucking me. My little mouth can barely handle the tip of your cock but you force the whole thing any ways.\n“Say it!” You demand.\n\n“I am your little slut,” I reply looking at your deep brown eyes. \n\nYou stand there, looking at me in complete silence while your throbbing cock is gently smacking my face. I can tell, you want to be inside of me. You pick me up and push me against the wall, without hesitation you insert yourself inside of me and begin heavily thrusting. \n\nI can smell the musk off your body, off your neck, I just want bask in it. I can tell the long hours you put in at work just to provide for me, and I am your little sex toy bending, sucking, fucking and cooking to satisfy your every need. \n\nYou continue thrusting while biting my neck, I stroke your hair and my eyes begin to roll behind my head. I’m about to cum, my body does that thing you love, it completely freezes and my mouth drops wide open, the sensation of your hard fat cock going in and out builds so much tension and pressure that it is released all over your strong chest and all over your hard cock. What feels like a century lasts only a few seconds before I come back to earth screaming your name. \n\nI nearly fall on my knees as you put me down because of the immense pleasure you provided. I still have to make you cum all over my pretty face. The best way to do this is to wrap my soft lips around your big fat cock and suck and stroke until I am out of breath. It is better when you grab my hair and face-fuck me like a dirty whore. It makes you feel like powerful man you are and makes me feel like the slut I am.\n\nI can sense you are about to cum, I know the look on your face. I begin to stroke your cock as thick, white ropes of cum cover my face. You pant in exhaustion and pleasure, and walk away.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: diary entries from my nymphomaniac girlfriend
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"content": "So, this is my first time sharing a story and I didn't finish it but I took a shot at starting it for you: \n\nDear Diary, \n\nTHAT WAS AMAZING. I just had the best weekend!! Where do I start to explain to you what I just went through… well I guess I’ll start from Thursday night when I got the bad news. So I was out with Stacy at the mall picking out some new clothes for the girls weekend we had planned when she broke the news. She had gotten behind on studying for her midterms and wasn’t going to be able to come to the city with me. I was SOO upset… You know how I had been looking forward to getting away from Jack and his bullshit for the last month, Stacey was fucking it all up. She told me I could have her bus ticket and that I could take Jack or something. YEAH RIGHT. Oh I was still going to have a good time but I was going to go on my own terms, not with him!\nSo all night I was thinking about who I was going to take with me. I texted Jen, Allison, and Kenna but no one was available on short notice. Then that night as I was watching a movie with Jack, guess who I got a text from… Shawn FUCKING Phillips. He is that guy that I have the BIGGEST crush on at work. Yea I know he’s married and at 32 he has 10 years on me but he’s soo hot. I have been trying to get him to go out with me for the last like FOREVER. So I guess his wife is out of town for a month on business and he has nothing to do so he wanted to know if I wanted to grab a drink on the weekend. I had to be careful because I was sitting with Jack when I got the text. He’s still so oblivious to the fact that I fuck behind his back. I just told Shawn I would talk to him at work the next day.all I could think about for the rest of the night was figuring out a way to convince Shawn to come to the city with me.\nThe next morning when I got up for work I found my tightest black pencil skirt and white blouse I spent like an hour doing my hair and makeup, I looked FUCKING hot there was no way Shawn was going to say no. As soon as I got to the work I went right up to his office. I was happy to see his secretary was out for the day. Let’s just say it wasn’t hard to convince him to take me to the city from that point. I didn’t even have to fuck him!! His eyes lit up when he saw me and I told him about the free trip and hotel room and he was all about it. I guess I should have thought that it was strange he didn’t ask why I wasn’t bringing Jack, but he seemed like putty in my hand so the thought didn’t even cross my mind at that time.\nSo ill skip all the boring stuff with the travel. We got to know each other better and he told me he had some friends in the city that we were going to meet up with. I felt so cool that I was going to be hanging out with this 30 year old in the city. Fuck Stacy, I’m glad she couldn’t make it! \nAfter we checked in to the hotel room I took a shower and got in to my tiny little pink mini wanting to make sure I impressed Shawn’s friends and hopefully this married man wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me. When I walked out of the bathroom Shawn was on the phone and I just heard him tell someone that “she will do it” before he hung the phone up. I asked him what that was about but he just told me it was a private work call and not to worry about it. He complimented my outfit and said I would fit in with his friends perfectly. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE, I couldn’t wait to get a chance to fuck Shawn it had been like a week since I had gotten some really good cock and I was starting to go a little stir crazy.\nI told him about my plans to go to the park and take some pictures and then we could head to dinner. Shawn’s whole demeanor changed. He looked at me and told me that wasn’t what he wanted to do and if I wanted to fit in in the city I needed to stop acting like such a “Fucking” tourist and to just follow his lead moving forward.\n I have to admit I was so turned on by his aggressive attitude I said “of course Shawn I am sorry.” And quickly put my camera back in my bag. I was TOTS embarrassed. I sounded so young. He looked at me and smiled and then told me I was a good girl. I started to get a little nervous at what I had gotten myself in to but I knew I wasn’t going anywhere so I just nodded. He walked over to me and reached over putting his hands on my hips. “I didn’t agree to come down here to just wonder around with some bimbo. You are lucky I came with you and you are going to show me how bad you want me to not tell everyone at work and that little shit of a boyfriend that you are a closet slut.” That was his exact quote. I couldn’t believe it I was so surprised that he was talking this way to me but god he sounded so hot and dominant what was I going to do? \nI tried to tell him I’m not a slut, but as I tried to get it out he shoved his mouth against mine and slid his tongue down my throat. I was in heaven. I couldn’t think of anything else but his giant arms pushing my hips against him. And let me tell you I could feel his dick through his pants against my belly. IT WAS HUGE. \nHe pulled away and looked down at me. “You were saying?”\n“Nothing Shawn sorry”\n“Listen. If you want to have a good time this weekend and you want to keep the last little bit of respect you still have in the office, don’t play games with me any more. We both know why you dressed like a little slut to get me down here yesterday, and we both know what’s going to happen all weekend. I’m not one of your little boyfriends you can play with. I am here because you are the hot little slut in the office and I want my turn. So why don’t you hurry up and show me what your little mouth can do” \nNow you know that I told Jack I don’t suck dick. I haven’t had to in so long because most guys are just happy to get a chance to fuck me, but I couldn’t say no. I immediately reached for his belt and slid off his pants. OMG I could see his semi hard cock pushing against his boxers. IT WAS HUGE. Ten seconds later he is sitting on the bed and I am on my knees in my high heels and mini skirt with this married man’s cock sliding between my lips. Let me tell you I forgot how hard sucking a huge cock was. He wasn’t making it easy on my either. \nFor starters he wouldn’t let me off it to breath. Every time I came out he would just push my head back down before my lips got a chance to leave the head. I had to work on breathing through my nose so I didn’t pass out. On top of that he kept telling me I was not going down far enough and very roughly showing me the correct way to “take care of him” as he kept saying. I wanted to protest but like I said, I couldn’t even remove my mouth for a second. After what seemed like forever I felt his hand tighten around my ponytail and his Cock start to jerk. It has been at least since high school since I have had to swallow a load of cum but what choice did I have. I’ll be honest with you…it got me hotter than anything I had done in a long time. After he finished he pulled my head up and looked at me. \n“MMM Thanks, I needed that”. He pulled up his pants and put his beautiful cock away. I was sopping wet at this point but it was obvious at this point that he had no Interest in getting me off and frankly I just couldn’t bring myself to question him. So I stood up and straitened my skirt and shirt and looked over at him. He was already half-way out the door. \n“Come on, my friends are waiting and it would be rude to keep them waiting” He said with a laugh.\nAs we rode down on the elevator, I asked him what he had planned but he didn’t seem to want to talk to me about it. He just told me that I had better not embarrass him or he might have to tell my boyfriend what I had just done. The funny part was that at that point I wouldn’t have cared. I was so honey I would have told jack myself had he been around. I really wanted to have a good time in the city and I knew we were going to hang out somewhere cool so I just told him that he didn’t need to worry about it and I would be super classy. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (WP) College Rec Center
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"content": "*Man, this is the life!* Marcus thought, throwing down his barbell. Normally that sort of behavior was frowned upon in the campus gym. But it's about 11pm and there were literally about three other people in the entire gym. At least, he thought he saw two people in the cardio room and there was only one person in the weights room with him. *Come to think of it...she's pretty adorable!* he thought, admiring her athletic legs and *excellent* booty. One of those butts that inspire those hilarious \"Dat booty doe!\" Vines. He could make one right now if he wanted!\n\nGlancing away from his posterior, he made sudden eye contact with her in the mirror on the opposite wall. *Shit,* he thought, *She probably thinks I'm a huge creep! Dammit.* But instead of looking away, she grinned at him. Not a friendly \"hello\" kind of smile, or a \"you just told the funniest joke\" smile. A smile that said: \"Come over here and do me.\" \n\nMarcus sprung the very definition of a confused boner. *What the hell was that?* He returned to his barbell, time for another set. He focused in, letting the world settle down to just him and his rep count. \n\nHe returned to the world to find the girl right next to him. She was messing with the old chest press machine, shoved into the corner with all the free weight benches. She was bent almost double, trying to move one of the heavy-ass weight plates onto the machine. *Damn, dat booty doe* was the only thought in Marcus' head, when a glance revealed her staring at him through the mirror. \n\n*Shit, again?* he thought. *Gotta come up with an excuse!* \"Need some help with that?\" he asked, stepping next to her. She straightened and looked up at him. Like way up. She was probably 5'5\" and he was a cool 6'. She was athletic, with obvious muscles all over her body. She was wearing a skin tight red tank, low cut down her cleavage, with tight spandex red shorts barely clinging to *dat booty*.\n\nShe looked at him with pure sex in her eyes: \"Yes please!\" she flashed that grin again. \n\n\"Sometimes they get stuck, I hate these dumb things,\" Marcus rambled. *Chill man, be cool.* He unjammed the plate from its holder and slid it onto the machine. He repeated it for the other side, then turned to ask if she wanted more.\n\nShe was right there, almost uncomfortably close. \"Do...do you...\" Marcus began.\n\n\"No, I'm good,\" she said, answering his unfinished question. \"Thanks, stud.\" She stepped in and planted a fleeting kiss on his cheek. She held her face close to his for a very long moment, then pulled away and sat at the machine. \n\n*What the hell was that?* Marcus thought again. Time for another set. This time he couldn't focus, or he focused too much, not on the set but on the red-clad goddess in the corner of his eye. He cut his losses and re-racked his weights (he could've gotten away with not since it was nearly midnight, but he wasn't an animal). As he finished, he turned around and there she was, uncomfortably close this time. \n\n*Smooth, Marc, smooth* he thought, and stuck his hand out. \"Marcus,\" he said, trying to sound gruff and manly. \n\nThe laughter in her eyes told him that was a dumb idea. \"Claire,\" she said, meeting his handshake. She stepped a little closer as their hands parted and looked him straight in the eye. That smile appeared again on her face right before she said: \"Marcus? Want to see something?\"\n\n\"Sure?\" He said, grinning in spite of himself. Her smile widened and she grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the weight room and into the hallway. \"Where are we going?\" he asked, though he wasn't sure if it was out loud.\n\n\"Shh!\" she quieted him, \"You have to be quiet!\" She turned as she spoke, eyes glittering with mischief.\n\nMarc shut his trap and let the gorgeous blonde lead him down the hallway, past the barely used cardio room. She paused outside a door at the darkened end of the hallway. \"Want to see what a girl's locker room looks like?\" she asked, still holding his hand. Marcus could only nod dumbly. With that, she pulled him through the door. \n\nIt was heaven, couches and fountains galore. Rainbows descended from the celing as unicorns pranced upon rolling hills of green grass.\n\nYeah, just kidding, it looked like a normal locker room. Most of the lights were off, especially in the far back, around the showers. \"Huh,\" said Marcus. \"Looks the same!\" \n\n\"Of course it does, silly!\" she teased, poking him in the stomach. She dragged him to one of the benches between the rows of lockers and pushed him down onto it. Without a word, she turned and opened the locker behind her. Marcus might have noticed what was in the locker, but completely lost track of everything when Claire bent over and her heart-shaped ass filled his vision. Even better than her ass? The wet spot darkening the shorts between her thighs. \n\nMarcus stood, pulled her upright, turned her around, leaned down, and kissed her. She squealed in surprise as he controlled her, but melted into the kiss immediately, arms wrapping around him. He faded onto the bench behind him, and she followed, sitting in his lap and wrapping her legs around him. His hands danced about her body, hugging the curve of her breasts, the waist of her shorts, her bare thighs, everywhere he could touch without breaking the kiss.\n\nShe was getting impatient. She ground her wet self against his crotch, and he could feel the heat of her through his shorts. He pushed her to her feet, blatantly looking her up and down, and for the first time that night she looked shy.\n\nHe grinned, that fuck me now grin, and said: \"You're beautiful, Claire.\" Her face lit up like the fourth of July and she moved back in to kiss him. He held her back by the hips, tracing his hands along the outline of her instead. A quick switch, and both of his hands were running up and down the inside of her thighs, sending shivers through her body. One hand brushed over her womanhood, and even through the shorts it was like an electric shock. She tried to step forward again, but one hand on her hip held her back, while the other teased at the hem of her shorts. He slipped first one finger, then two under it, moving them back and forth, teasing her ever so slowly. But her hands were free, and while one rode her tank top up, the other began to pull her shorts down. Marcus removed his hands, not wanting to get in the way of such a sight.\n\nBoth hands needed to be employed, but soon they were off and her tiny blonde bush was bared for him to see. She tried to move in again, hands reaching for his waistband, but he stopped her again. One hand on the hip, the other finding her center. Her mouth formed the perfect O as his fingers found her slit and slipped inside her. She was *soaking* and his fingers slid easily in and out of her, sending pangs of pleasure through her whole body. One of her hands kept her tank out of the way, while the other settled in his hair, the only part of him she could reach. The little come-hither motion inside her nearly made her knees buckle, and it only got worse when his thumb started teasing her clit while his fingers danced inside her. Small moans escaped her lips, despite her attempts to keep silent. She rode the slowly growing wave of her orgasm until it crashed around her, and this time her knees actually buckled. She fell to the floor, his hand ripped from inside her, grasping his knees for support as the spasms of pleasure tore through her. He tried to help her back up, but she knew her legs wouldn't hold her weight for a while. \n\nAn idea hit her, and with a wicked grin she pulled him up to stand before her. On her knees, she pulled down his pants, sick of the teasing. His cock sprung free, fully erect and ready to rumble. She looked up, making full eye contact as she took him in her hand and slowly began to pleasure him. Never breaking eye contact, she reached down between her own legs, sending aftershocks through herself as she cupped her outside. His look of amazement was more than enough to get any lady going, and in a moment her hand was sopping wet. She switched hands on his cock, bringing the freshly lubed one up and replacing the hand on herself with the other. \n\nThis worked like a charm, slowly teasing him with pleasure as she slowly teased herself. She waited, and as his eyes opened after a particularly excellent wrist movement, she took him in her mouth. She had never tasted herself before, especially not on a man's cock. It was nice, and she could almost tell what was his precum and what wasn't. Her fingers moved across her clit in time with her sucking as she picked up the pace. Judging by the frequency and volume of his suppressed moans, he was getting close. She pulled both hands up to his waist, leaving her clit aching for attention. Pulling with her hands, she took his entire length into her throat, swallowing as fast as she could to get her nose all the way to the end. She held it for as long as she could, feeling him twitching against the back of her throat. With a pop, she released him from her mouth, sliding the soaked hand from his butt to his cock, picking up where she had left off with her mouth. \n\nHe threw his head back as she brought him closer and closer. He brought it back down just in time for her to see his O-face and for the first rope of cum to slap her face. She closed her eyes, pointing his cock right at her, mouth hanging open. Fully five ropes of cum sprung from him and onto her face before he petered off, and she took the tip inside her mouth to gently suck out the rest. He pulled her up, pulled her close to him and kissed her again. \n\nHer clit still ached, and his cock was getting hard again as they heard sounds in the hallway. A quick scamper lead them into the darkened back of the locker room, the tile of the showers cold on their bare feet. Two girls entered, and cum-covered Claire and boner-sporting Marcus spied as they stripped down to their birthday suits and slipped into party attire. By which I mean they took off more than they put back on. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: That's what friends for
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"content": "“I can’t believe that motherfucker cheated on me!” Ashley cries out as she stuffs another mouthful of her organic salad. More pissed off than hurt about it, the slim blonde half-expected him to do something like this since she found the hickey below his navel. “It could have been some random slut, and I would have been able to deal; but Kylie Jackson? Ugh!” Her disgust echoes in the empty study room.\n\nMegan just nods and keeps on writing in her notebook, continually swiping her brunette hair out of her face. Ashley’s been like this for the past two days in study hall and she can’t stand to think of a third. How can one girl talk about herself so damn much?\n\n“She’s not even pretty!” Ashley continues. “I mean, sure she’s got a pierced tongue, big tits and that fat ass that all the guys like now, but fuck! What’s wrong with my tits?! And she’s not even a natural redhead! I’ve seen the proof!”\n\n“Just get over him already, Ash,” Megan sighs not bothering to look up from her books. “He’s a dumbass for doing this to you and you know he’s gonna come crawling back to you like he always does; and you’re gonna take him back, just like you always do.”\n\nAshley doesn’t respond so Megan pulls her thoughts out of her notes to make sure that she had heard her. Ashley’s gray eyes begin to water and her bottom lip quivers.\n\n“So…you’re saying that I can’t keep a guy because I’m too ugly?” her voice beginning to break.\n\n“Ash, no!” Megan quickly replies. She practically jumps over the table to comfort her best friend. “Not at all. You are beautiful and sexy and any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you.” She holds her tight, pressing her body into hers.\n\nAshley sighs and rests her head in between Megan’s breasts. “You feel soft,” she smiles hugging her friend back. “I’d be lucky to end up with someone like you, Meg. Someone that understands…”\n\nHer voice trails and soon her hand is traveling up Megan’s leg and stops just under the hem of her skirt. School uniforms were such a wonderful idea.\n\n“What are you doing, Ash?” Megan asks a little nervous.\n\nAshley looks up at her quickly presses her face into her friend’s. Megan, stunned, doesn’t know how to react, but quickly gives in to her friend’s soft lips. Ashley’s hand continues its adventure and quickly finds Megan’s soft cotton panties.\n\nMegan jumps back a bit, startled by her friends’ forwardness. “Ash…?”\n\n“Yeah,” she softly purrs in response.\n\nMegan takes a deep breath and guides Ashley’s hand to the wet spot in between that’s formed on the gusset. Ashley moves the thin fabric to the side and slowly rubs her friend’s clit. Megan stifles a moan, not wanting to draw the ire of the frigid librarian.\n\nAshley’s fingers deftly work Megan’s clit over, getting her wetter than any boy ever could. Megan grips at the table and the chairs trying to enjoy her friend, but distracted in trying to hold back her moans and watch through the rows of bookcases. Adrenaline runs through her, excited by what’s happening and the danger of being caught.\n\n“Ash?” her soft voice begins to break.\n\nAshley looks at her with a wicked smile and continues.\n\n“Oh, God…Ash…?” she gets a little louder. “I’m gonna…”\n\nAshley quickly covers Megan’s mouth with her free hand just as an orgasm rips through her young body. Megan’s legs kick out and her back arches. The intensity makes her scratch the vinyl off the library table. It takes her a few moments, but Megan comes down off her high. Her head feels light and her skin is sensitive to the touch. Ashley pulls her hand out from underneath Megan’s skirt and licks her fingers clean.\n\nMegan lowers her head and breathes. “Can…can we do that again? Not right now, I mean,” she blushes trying not to sound too easy. “You know, some other time. A-and I can return the favor…if you want me to…”\n\nAshley leans in and kisses her again. “I’d like that.”\n\nSeveral books crash to the ground, scaring the girls out of their seats. A young man stumbles out of the aisle of books, fumbling with his opened backpack and an armful of notebooks and papers.\n\n“Nick?” both girls call out.\n\n“Hey, I-I didn’t see anything. I was just grabbing muh-my stuff and trying to get home.” His face being beet red and the obvious bulge protruding through his school-issued slacks says otherwise.\n\nAshley saunters over to him with an evil smile across her face and grabs his stiffness. “I think you like what you saw,” she says as she lightly pulls on him through his slacks. He melts at her touch, drooling all over himself. Her other hand flips her skirt up and slips inside her panties. She catches a bit of dew and brings it up to his lips which he eagerly licks it up with a smile. “And if you don’t tell anyone, you can meet us here tomorrow for a proper taste…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You take a job as a maid without reading the full description of "milk" maid.
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"content": "Part one, another letter will come next time i hit a wifi hotspot...\n\nDear Annie, \nI've finally arrived after all those delays and route-arounds, can't believe there are still places on earth that take so long to get to! After all the bother you already know about the second flight landed monday then I had to wait til the next day to get a bus which took almost the whole day to get to the city, from the city we had to get a private car to take us on a three day drive to get here. \n\nThe house is so massive it's in it's own valley - i'm not even exagerating! The countryside is beautiful here, it really is, the trees all abound with fruit and the lakes and streams are cristal clear. Unfortunately it was already dark when we got here so i didn't get to see the grounds of the house properly and I have to finish this letter to give to the driver to take on his return journey so i'll have to tell you more about that at a later date. \n \nI'll give you my first impressions though, house is big and beautiful although it looks rather overgrown. I met the guy who owns it, I think i'm supposed to call him the master of the house or something, he seems nice enough. The set up is a bit weird, he has fourty staff but doesn't like to see any of them except his buttler and three of the head maids. They told me i was only being introduced to him because I was replacing the third head maid, most of the staff had never even seen him. The other staff were all very friendly, i got an amazing room in the servants quarter of the house which is more like a grand hotel room than a bedroom, even the person in charge of me seems like a lovely old dear. \n\nWell I've got to rush, got to sign the contract and formalise everything so the driver can take it away when he goes. Will write again in the next post, \n lots of love\n Sussana xx\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (WP) m4f - I have two different prompts for my dominant male characters
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"content": "“It's true then, what the high priests tell me?” Queen Silmeria asked from behind the bars with a voice cracked with tears.\n\n“Twisted, distorted and blown out of proportions,” Uhtred grumbled with a poorly hidden disgust. “though at its core, they speak of truth your majesty.”\n\nQueen Silmeria held her whimpers in as best she could, warm quiet tears tickling down her fair skin before hiding behind the handkerchief curled inside her trembling fist. Distant down the hallway cries of the tortured chased the rats and silence away, only followed by indistinguishable curses by the prison warden. Rays from the spring sun leaked into the prison cell through a small window, the pale light casting shadows that the torches in the hallway tired to scrape away from the walls and floor. Minutes of quiet, muffled cries ticked by before her majesty the queen found her voice again, her jade green eyes trying to look brave, the crimson red dress straining under her deep breaths, making her chest rise and fall.\n\n“What of your wife, sir Uhtred?” She asked, sounding more like fingernails dragging themselves across coarse stone than the tender and soft voice of distant days.\n\n“Glad to see me off I wager.” He shrugged, making the chains around his wrists rattle. “Probably found herself a little stallion already, trying her hardest to break the bed.”\n\n“Stop it!” Queen Silmeria snapped, her tender fingers tugging at the handkerchief. “I want the truth sir Uhtred.”\n\n“My queen...” He groaned, shuffling his feet and tugging ever so lightly at the chains that were firmly locked around his ankles. \n\n“You owe me that much.” Queen Silmeria insisted, tanking a step forward, trying to lock her eyes with those of Uhtred.\n\nThe king had died in battle, the queen could not handle the pressure of running the state at the same time as grieving her husbands passing. She threw herself into the low tide on the day of the kings burial. Silmeria was but a child, nobles and priests flocked around her, to aid her, guide her, mold her into a puppet. Uhtred had been a wild beast, a savage that through some strange fluke of fate had gotten to know the young queen and made a foolish promise to shoulder any burden too big for her to carry. That burden proved to be the war that had claimed her fathers life. He volunteered at the army, assuring his young queen that he'd make the world his sworn enemy if it meant keeping her safe.\n\nHe was 12 when he saw his first battle, 13 when he had his first woman, one that was almost twice his age. Frustrated that his axe was stuck inside the skull of the woman's husband, lover or brother, Uhtred had vented his anger on the woman. Grabbing her by her shoulder long raven black hair, he'd slammed her face against the table to make her quiet before forcing her on top of the table. Impatiently he'd torn her dress asunder, revealing her amble breasts too big for him to cover with his blood stained hands. The warmth between her legs was pleasant change from the cold autumn air, he'd indulged himself over the woman's protests, her pleas fell of deaf ears, he'd groped her breasts with talon like fingers, licked her face like some starved brute and released himself fully into her depths.\n\nUhtred's apatite for women was only rivaled by his burning rage for the enemies of his queen. They were nothing to him, pale imitations of the one true ideal woman who he knew could never touch. Men were slaughtered, goods stolen and women sent back as slaves or kept around as whores. The priests spoke of the one true god, that the false gods of the enemy were foul demons and only through death could the enemy be saved. Uhtred knew different; he'd seen these high and mighty priests “saving” the women captured by smearing them in with their white, pure blessings. Taken to their tents, the women would be given exotic herbs from lands across distant seas so that they would not resist the priests fantasies. Saving the souls of mortals was hard work, so hard that some priests died in the act, but more often than not it was the women that died. There are limits to how much a body, or mind for that matter, can take before it eventually breaks.\n\nReturning to the capital after the battle of Bebbanburg, Uhtred got to see his queen for the first time in 6 years. She'd grown to be a fine young woman, a beauty that rivaled the high heavens and the burning hells. For his contributions, Uhtred was knighted despite his infamy as an unusually ruthless soldier. While the finer arts of the social elite eluded him, Uhtred had a good enough head on his shoulders to know that the queen favoring him would be ill news, risking to undo all that she'd achieved thus far. With all due haste Uhtred challenged a young noble to a duel, the price would be his fiance; a lovely countess who's great temperament kept prying eyes away from her stunning figure. \n\nThe poor noble stood no chance, knowing more about fine wine than swordplay. Uhtred soon to be wife despised him with every fiber of her being, but he saw it as another source of amusement. That winter Uhtred kept himself and his hateful wife inside the house, away from the queen and her court. He'd put his wife in rags fit of a slave and taking her whenever he saw fit; holding her by the throat with one hand, sneaking the other around her rags, feeling up her skin, cupping her small breasts while slamming into her as hard and fast as he could from behind. The war had allowed him to build up plenty of stamina and strength, so more often than not his wife could not keep up and passed out either from the chocking or the sheer intensity of Uhtred's... “passion.”\n\nUhtred's infamy grew in the court, come spring and he'd been tasked to bring glory and victory to the throne in an effort to get his foul ways away from the purity of the church. For another 4 long years Uhtred scoured the borders of his queen's kingdom, cutting down heretics without regret or remorse wherever and whenever he found them. Eventually he had a falling out with the priests, refusing them to fill a young shaman with their herbal poisons, for she was his by right. No man would stand a chance against a servant of god, at least not when said servant had 60 trained warriors at their disposal, not even Uhtred the savage knight. \n\nHe was beaten and brought back in chains, trialed through a circus for the masses, so that the divine guardians could keep their precious sheep safe from the devil. Uhtred had no doubt that the priests would offer consultation and comfort to the many common women that watched the trial with shock and horror. As for Uhtred's queen? Her majesty had been like a marble statue, only her shifting gaze and breathing betrayed that she was a living creature. Guilty they said, the devil they claimed, a heretic they insisted, an adulterous bastard son they persisted, Uhtred must not be allowed to speak, for his mouth is the very gates to hell. So speak god in heaven. Amen.\n\n“All this for me?” Queen Silmeria finally asked.\n\n“Aye my queen, all for you.” Uhtred admitted.\n\n“I will have you pardoned.” She said with a stern look on her face.\n\n“They will have your head, my queen.” Uhtred warned. “The church have too much power.”\n\n“Then I'll wrestle that power away from them!” Queen Silmeria declared, slamming a clenched fist against the bars that kept her away from Uhtred.\n\n“A sound plan, but it will not be in time to save me.” Uhtred reminded her, reaching out to her hand with a battered and scarred hand. “Just how will you go about this undertaking?” He asked, feeling her soft skin gently touch the coarse insides of his fingers.\n\n“A child.” Silmeria said, looking Uhtred in the face. “Your child.” \n\n“My queen, you have no husband.” Uhtred reminded her. “Just how...” He started, but swallowed his words. A bold plan, but it could work.\n\nQueen Silmeria stood before Uhtred, fidgeting with the prison cell keys restlessly, her eyes darting to the floor ever so often, looking at the dead prison warden Uhtred had strangled to death with his chains after she'd cried for help. Deep, long breaths passed between them as Uhtred's crude fingers carefully and gently undid the buttons and ribbons on Silmeria's dress, the hair on her skin spiking outwards in the cold prison cell as her heavy dress dropped to the dirt floor. She was more stunning than any woman Uhtred had ever seen; the thick pigtail that held her dark blonde hair in place rested over her left shoulder, the jade colored eyes looking timid, cheeks warming up to a shy shade of pink, lovely pale skin, rich full breasts and curved hips. She would be his last and he would be her first.\n\nTenderly they kissed on the lips, Uhtred let his hands bruise and faintly touch the skin of her arms, inching a step forward to feel her warmth on his scared and worn frame. Moist lips tapped her majesty's neck while arms stronger than lumber gently snaked themselves around her, engulfing her in a warm and kind embrace before the hands ran down her back, resting on her buttocks. Feeling her moist womanhood with two caressing fingers, Uhtred carefully lifted Silmeria up while he sank down on a stool ever so gently. Once seated, he found his face cupped in the palms of Silmeria's hands, the two found themselves lost in each others gaze as Uhtred slowly and carefully slid inside her.\n\nA muffled groan from behind clenched teeth broke the silence before she shuddered, giving her neck a tilted twist before assuring him with a faint nod that she was okay. Long and deep her breaths started, finding a rhythm matching that of her movement; back and forth, with the occasional experimental turn either left or right. As her breaths became louder, shallower her movement picked up speed, gradually coating her soft skin with a thin layer of sweat while her hips started dancing in a sensual circular motion. She bit into his shoulder, drawing blood, her fingernails scraped at his broad back before she howled a groan from the depths of her throat."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cheerleader sneaks her way into the boys' locker room after the game.
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"content": "Boys go into the girls locker room all the time after a big game. So whats so bad about a girl going into the boys changing room. I'm discovered quickly, some guys respond to my presents with gasps, others quickly cover their junk with whatever they can grab. The team captain however makes a point to drop his towel to the floor. \n\n\"Hello, like what you see?\" \n\nI did, I hadn't been with many guys but i could tell he was impressive and more endowed then my other flings. \n\n\"I was about to take a shower. Come with me, I can tell what you want.\"\n\nIt felt like only seconds had pasted before I was throwing my top to the side and his fingers were up my skirt. He pulled my to the shower room and turned on every tap. Masked by a cloud of steam he pinned me to the wall and continued to rub my clit. \"I'm not going to hurt you baby\" He wispered \"I got you baby\". Moans came from the other room as the rest of the team got the show of a lifetime. \n\n\"I'm ready, please\" I moaned as i stripped off my soaked panties.\n\n\"I'm ready too\" Came a new male voice. \n\nthe captain laughed once and forced my to all fours and stepped behind me and found my ready entrance. The new man in front of me, his stiffened cock rubbing my cheek. I sucked and rubbed one while bucking into the second. The man behind me grabbed my hips to force him to go harder and faster. I sent the second man deeper to my throat unill his balls were at my chin.\n\nThose first two came almost together. But a few other teammates who wanted a better view came into the showers to finish jacking off. Others got inline to fuck me all their different ways. \n \none by one they came on, or in me. At that point i was glad to me in a shower room. Maybe next time i would bring the rest of the cheerleaders. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple goes shopping and thinks get steamy in the fitting room
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: A couple goes shopping and thinks get steamy in the fitting room"
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"content": "I was finally getting to fulfil one of my major fantasies: going linger shopping with my girlfriend, Katie. Victoria's Secret had a major panty sale. Katie knew I had a huge underwear fetish and used it against me every chance she could. She would always wear skirts and stockings. She knew it drove me wild. Every time I we met I'd always find a way to get a peak and what she had on. \n\nIt was finally the day to go shopping. I drove over to her apartment as fast I could. I knew what had to happen before we left to shop: I needed to fuck her. And hard. When I got into her apartment she was putting her lipstick on still. She knew what was coming too. I grabbed her and bent her right over her bed. No resistance whatsoever. I slid her panties down to her ankles: a pink and white striped thong. I was already hard and I could feel just how wet she was by sliding my cock over her pussy from behind. I don't think I've ever fucked someone so hard so fast. Katie started moaning \"fuck me\" over and over again. I obliged. It didn't take long for me to start cumming. I thrusted into her as hard as possible, shooting deep inside of her. I slid her panties right back up with my cum still inside her. It was time to go shopping. \n\nWhen we got to the store, I could see her wet spot on my car seat, a mixture of her own wetness and my cum. I was ready for round too. We got to the store and it was like a dream. Skimpy lingerie and panties everywhere. I wanted to fuck her wearing each and every single thing in that store. We went straight for the thongs. She looked at me and innocently asked \"what colors should I get?\" She knew damn well what I thought was hot. She was egging me on. She starting picking pinks and yellows. Lace and cotton. I was losing it. It was quiet enough in the store that we could probably get away fooling around there. I nudged her to look at the dressing room. She knew what was about to go down. \n\nWe walked into a stall and she got on her knees right away. My cock was still sensitive from before but it felt so good having her lips around me. I wanted her pussy again. It needed more cum. I pulled Katie to her feet and pressed her against the wall. Same as before: panties to her ankles. They were soaked from all the cum still. She guided my cock right inside her. I ran my hands up her blouse while thrusting in her. She was ready to explode. I wasn't far off. She started moaning. I had to keep her quiet. I covered her mouth and fucked harder. She loved being controlled. I don't know how anyone didn't hear. I could feel her whole body about to explode with pleasure. I couldn't contain myself either. I let loose right as she came. Her moan easily penetrated my hand covering her mouth. I don't either of us had ever had a more intense orgasm. We stayed there standing for another pressed against each other. She just smiled and giggled, got down on her knees again and cleaned my cock up. Her panties went back on her. I think they were too saturated at that point. \n\nWe cooled off for a few minutes, then she went and paid for the panties she wanted. I just wanted to get her back home for round 3...."
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