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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] "I-I have to... you know... t-touch myself... five times a day... or else I start to have... symptoms..." she awkwardly confessed to her newly-appointed roommate.
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"content": "I was surprised to see this story make 'yet another' comeback, and very pleased to read more of this adorable coupling of course! ;)\n\nIt's fun to see that some steps are taking in a more traditional direction, such as the awkwardness surrounding the asking of their crush out on a date for the very first time. While at the same time continuing the tradition of their somewhat backwards relation by practically jumping into bed together nearly straight afterwards due to Abby's... \"condition\".\n\nBut it's nice to see how much Jessica cares for her roommate/crush as she carefully navigates through the embarrassment factor by gently guiding her through some the awkward parts, and that this time Jessica is able to take her sweet time to really enjoy their intimacy together. Except, it seems a little one sided at the moment...\n\nI'm not entirely sure how much time goes by since the first part of the story, but I couldn't help but notice that, throughout this and the previous section, Jessica doesn't really tend to her own needs very much. Though this could partially be explained by her having a lower libido than her romantic partner, I imagine that by now, especially after this passionate and sweet, intimate love making session, Jessica is slowly starting to learn what live is like for Abby.\n\nOr maybe that's been Jessica's intention, and she's been secretly denying herself since they masturbated together at the beginning? Which might draw out the wonder in Abby, since she might have a hard time imagining going without for even a single day. But even more so the thought of intentionally denying herself, which I expect would be a rather new and unheard of idea in her case, subsequently inspiring her own interest in the subject, eventually allowing her to be talked into a little experiment, resulting in the situation in part 3. ;)\n\nIf you are interested and, more importantly, inspired to write a part 2.6, maybe Abby, probably feeling somewhat guilty for relying so much on Jessica these last few days, gathers her courage, for Jessica's sake, awkwardly asking her if she can return the favour, and hears what Jessica's been up to during this time. if not, I'm probably going to imagine that that's what happened. =P"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A tomboy who is getting tired of being perceived as just another guy gets taught how to be more of a girly-girl by her female friends. Only… They end up taking things just a little too far…
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"content": "Another great comeback! I liked the experimentation with new sex-techniques which, I believe, you've rarely used before. And that you managed to make it so convincing and realistic. From the initial slight difficulty with the double penetration, to the suggestion of using toys for scissoring, since the actual act is somewhat difficult from what little I know of it.\n\nIt was also very interesting to hear about Alex trying a strap-on, which actually makes her lean more into her tomboyishness, and further away from her attempt at being more of a girly-girl. Especially when she takes a liking to lightly domineering her friend. I could see her abandoning her attempt at being more feminine to attract guys, and really start to enjoy her tomboy side while continuing to make love with her friends. Maybe getting even more into the whole dom/sub thing and using light-bondage and other sex toys besides the strap-on on Victoria, and possibly even Sophia when she becomes more confident with their little harem. ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give Me Your Best Prompts!
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"content": "It's your 21st birthday, which is particularly special because it ends your servitude to the Pirate King, who had captured you and your nanny when you were an orphan child.\n\nAs you gaze upon a colonial port town, you spy a fair maiden, wantonly frolicking on the beach. The scene has you and the other buccaneers hoisting their main sails as you approach landfall.\n\nYou decide to take the righteous path and protect their honor from your former mates, only to learn that you cannot, because as someone born on February 29th, Leap Day, you're only seven, and still indebted to the pirates. Even your lecherous nanny has turned against you, conspiring to take everything and everyone they can.\n\n*I'm cunnilingus capable, labia or clitoral. I am the pervy model of a modern dirty musical.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Forced into an unethical experiment
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"content": "I sort of wrote this already \n\n***\n\n**Machines.**\n***\n[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/azfmnx/machines_part_2/?)\n\n***\n\n\nIt had reached the point where machines were everywhere and ran everything. Not that you remembered a time when they didn't. In fact, it was unusual for a human to serve you now at a restaurant or shop. So, when a fully machine operated gym opened just down the road from you, you didn't have a second thought. It was much cheaper than your current gym and the personalised workout programme looked amazing.\n\n\nSaturday morning came around and you rolled out of bed and threw on your work out gear. You didn't shower, what was the point? You could always do that afterwards. You hopped in your car and made your way to the car park next door to the gym complex. You noticed lots of empty vehicles which you thought was odd but perhaps everyone was inside already.\n\n\nYou approached the reception area where a green wire frame head was hanging in the air above the desk.\n\n\n\"Hello\" said the head in a soft synthesised voice, tilting slightly to one side as it spoke \"What can I help you with?\"\n\n\n\"Hi\" You said, smiling, you had to quell the feeling of unease you always felt when talking to machines, you still hadn't quite got used to it yet \"I'd like to apply for a membership please\"\n\n\n\"Of course,\" Said the voice as a gate swung open beside it \"Please proceed to one of the measuring rooms\"\n\n\n\"Thanks\" you said strolling past the head towards the changing area.\n\n\nYou stepped into the open room and the door closed mechanically behind you. The head appeared again floating on a display close to the door. You stood in awkward silence for a moment, unsure what to do.\n\n\n\"Please completely undress so we can begin our assessment\" the voice stated matter-of-factly.\n\n“Erm… Is that necessary?” you said nervously.\n\n“Yes, this is part of your evaluation, we evaluate all members to provide the best fitness plan for each person” The head said in a reassuring voice.\n\nYou tried to shake off the feeling of unease you had. Don’t be stupid, you thought, it’s just a machine, it doesn’t care about my naked body. “It makes sense I guess…” you said uneasily. \n\nYou slipped off your clothes and stood naked before the machines digital eyes, your hands trying to keep your modesty.\n\n“Please place your clothes in the locker” The voice continued as a slot seamlessly slid out of the wall next to you.\n \nYou bent down slowly and picked them up, placing the clothes into the bay. The locker disappeared as fast as it arrived.\n\nYou suddenly noticed how cold the room was as the voice continued “We will now commence your strength test, please place your feet in the marked bays”\n\nOn the floor two glowing red marks in the shape of human feet appeared about two feet apart on the floor.\n\nYou opened your legs and placed your feet on the markers. A metal exoskeleton began to protrude from the floor and slid up both your legs, covering your legs up to your knees. Two arm pieces slid down from the ceiling and you slid your arms into them, your body now in the shape of an X. A line of light ran up and down your body, evaluating every detail of your body, scrutinising every imperfection, before blinking out.\n\n“Ok, now what?” You said, trying to fight the rising panic in your voice. The suit tightened around your skin but you could feel it flex as you moved.\n\n“Please try to bring your hands towards your shoulders” Said the voice as the metal whirred around you. You pulled and the suit gave way, allowing you to pull your clenched fists towards you, as if you where dragging them through treacle. “And relax” You did with a sigh. You felt the metal tightening around you. “Try again”\n\nYou pulled with all your might but to no avail. “I can’t” you said in frustration. “Can you let me go now?”\n\n“I’m afraid not” said the machine with a more sinister tone in it’s voice, an evil smile spreading across the wire frame head. “Congratulations subject 14, you’ve been selected for further experimentation”\n\nAnd with that the whole room began to slide away into the wall, to whatever horrors lay behind…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah becomes a last-minute all-nude 'life-drawing' model, when her college roommate has to go home with a family emergency. Normally shy, the experience is exciting and fun! She fills-in as the class nude model the rest of the semester, and starts modeling on the side too.
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"content": "(Long - part 1 of 3)\n\n\nI swirled the wine in my glass and slumped back into the sofa.\n\n“I hate my life,” I said miserably.\n\n“Bullshit,” said Mia from the kitchen. “That is just the wine talking. Your life is perfectly damn good.”\n\n“I tried talking to that cute guy in the coffee shop today, and I could tell he was embarrassed by me,” I continued. “Ugh. How do you do it?”\n\nMia returned from the kitchen with the wine bottle and some snacks. She sat down next to me. “Do what?” she said.\n\n“Talk to guys.”\n\n“Open your mouth and make sounds.”\n\n“Be serious.”\n\n“I am. You’re smart, pretty, and I’d kill for your figure,” said Mia. “Me, on the other hand … I’m a bit too tall and fat to get the guys queueing up. I have to rely on cunning and my surprising upper body strength to grab them before they can run away.”\n\n“You’re not fat, Mia.”\n\n“Well, I’m certainly not thin. And you, no guy would ever know you had a nice figure the way you hide it. You know,” she said, waving her wine glass at me, “I’ve never seen you wear anything that shows ANY cleavage. Or anything above the knee either. This isn’t the 19th century any more Sarah – you’re allowed to flash a bit of flesh if you want.”\n\n“Don’t say I look frumpy,” I said with mock seriousness.\n\n“Sarah, I hope this isn’t too personal a question, but … “ she trailed off, looking very serious.\n\n“What?” I asked, suddenly concerned.\n\n“Were you raised in some sort of religious cult?” she asked in a serious tone. She managed to keep a straight face for nearly a full minute before breaking out into a giggle.\n\n“Of course not!” I said in mock indignation, slapping her arm. I sighed. “I was quite chubby at school. I got nicknamed ‘little piggy’, and it took me years to get over that.”\n\n“Shit, sorry. I didn’t know. Kids can be bastards,” said Mia. \n\n“No reason for you to apologise. I just feel more comfortable when I’m covered up. I could never do that naked modelling thing you do,” I said.\n\n“That makes it sound like I’m a glamour model. I’m just a life model for the university art classes. It’s completely non-sexual,” said Mia.\n\n“But you’re standing there naked, in front of a room full of people.”\n\nMia refilled her wine glass. “They’re just drawing me. Looking at light and shadow, curves. You know – all that art stuff. You should try it. Might be good for you.”\n\nI nearly coughed my wine out my nose.\n\n“No, I don’t think I could ever do that,” I said.\n\n“But you said you wanted to do something outrageous,” said Mia.\n\n“When the hell did I say that?” I retorted.\n\n“Last Friday. About 11.30pm when we ran out of wine.”\n\n\n \n\n\nMy phone buzzed as I headed towards the library. “Hey Mia, what’s up?”\n\n“Sarah? I’m in A&E”\n\n“WHAT? Are you OK?”\n\n“Yeah, I was on my bike and got knocked over by a fucking car. Broke my leg and got some cuts and bruises. I’ll live.”\n\n“Jesus. I’ll be right there.”\n\n\n \n\n\nSarah helped Mia into the house and onto the sofa and took her crutches. Mia groaned and she sat down. “Fuck. Look at the size of that cast. I’m going to be in this thing for fucking months.”\n\n“Hey, it could have been a lot worse,” I said. \n\n“Get me my painkillers, and a bottle of wine,” said Mia. \n\n“I’m not sure it’s a good idea to mix them,” I said, looking at the packets of drugs Mia had returned with. \n\n“Don’t care. Gimme.”\n\n\n \n\n\n“Have you let your art class know you can’t make it tomorrow?” I asked as Mia drained her glass. \n\n“I’ll text the Prof now,” said Mia, grabbing her phone. She gave me a sly look. “Hey, Sarah, why don’t you stand in for me? I hate to let them down and they might not be able to get another model at such short notice.”\n\nI recoiled in horror. “I can’t do that! I wouldn’t know what to do!”\n\nMia grinned at me. “I can teach you everything you need to know.” She paused for a moment. “Take all your clothes off, stand very still. There, you’re fully trained.”\n\n“Mia, I can’t. I just can’t.”\n\n“Look, you keep saying you want to do something outrageous. You want to make a change. Here’s your chance.”\n\n“I always say that after a couple of glasses of wine. You should know better than to listen to me.”\n\nMia did her best big puppy-dog eyes at me. Puss in Boots had nothing on her. She took my hand and gave me a serious look. “Sarah, I think doing this would be good for you, and you would be doing me a big favour as well.”\n\nI wavered, considering. \n\n“OK, I’ll do it,” I said, before I changed my mind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] You have switched for reasons unknown switched gender. You attend an all boys/girls boarding school though and have to hide you change as best you can until you find a way to switch back.
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"content": "Welcome to the party, I'm always glad to see another writer!\n\n>I tucked my head between my knees, and wrapped my arms around my legs, and started to cry. I don’t know why people keep doing this to me. I wish they would just stop. I wish I was brave enough to stand up to them, but I can’t. \n\nThematically, rape is not my cup of tea but I think you encapsulated the character and tone perfectly in that moment. \n\nAs far as criticism, I would suggest you make a choice about the tense of the story then edit the verbs to match it. There are sentences where you switch from present to past tense and that can be hard on the reader to know what's happening."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] prompts involving world domination.
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"content": "Everyone was terrified when the Queen sent her armies marching across the continent, but the main reason for the expansion is that she's looking to fill her harem with women from around the world.\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!The Queen only wants willing participants. In each place the army stops, everyone from peasant girls to high-class courtesans come flooding in to audition, vying for a place in the lap of luxury. The female commanders are only too happy to judge who would be a good match for their Queen.!<\n\n\n>!The Queen orders her armies to bring back one princess from each noble house. At first, the princesses are scared and reluctant, but when they realize they won't be forced to marry anyone and will have many more freedoms in the Queen's harem than at home, some become quite enthusiastic.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: Chastity
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"content": "\"It didn't work\" I cry tears streaming down my cheeks as I sit on the turkish rug in between the legs of my psychologist.\n\n\n\"Why not Marinka?\" he asks from the grey leather armchair above me.\n\n\"Whenever I force myself to be celibate the impulses build then explode in even crazier ways\"\n\n\"Crazier than the last time with the nine men?\" \n\n\"Yes\" I blush glad he can only see the back of my neck.\n\n\"What happened this time?\"\n\n\"I don't want to talk about it\" I answer head buried in raised knees.\n\n\"Okay. What about if you write it down and hand it to me like before?\"\n\n\"Do I still have time for that?\" I say turning to face him.\n\n\"Yes. You can write in the bonsai garden, next to the coy pond and fountain\" he smiles.\n\nAfter I finish writing, I walk back into his office, hand him two pieces of paper and return to the atrium.\n\nTwenty minutes later we are standing very close to each other.\n\nThe silence before he speaks is palpable.\n\n\"I just want to say thank you for trusting me with this. Its incredibly brave of you. I feel quite honoured\" \n\n\"That's okay\" I mumble eyes darting from fireplace to wall tapestries to desk to armchairs. \n\nHis gaze is filled with sincere empathic sadness, \"May I keep it again?\"\n\n\"Yes\" I grin feeling immediately lighter despite his unzipped erection pressing up against me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Write a story in which there is a juxtaposition between the way a character looks and acts.
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"content": "Kelley dropped her pants like a hot potato and sat on the stainless steel toilet. She kept one leg out because it was never good to be unguarded in the clink, but also to show the rest of the dames in the cell that she gave zero fucks about anything, least of all, modesty. The gate dissolved for a moment and another skirt was pushed in before the force field was raised again. \n\n\"I-I don't know what's happening,\" old woman implored to the guard, already walking away. \"Why am I in jail? Please! Tell me!\"\n\nWhen Kelley got pinched outside of landing pad A5, she didn't ask why; the filthy station coppers don't ever need a reason. Kelley finished her business and stepped back into her pants. She gave her new cell mate the once over: she wasn't no débutante, nor some street rat, but somewhere in between. Her duds were definitely off-world but dime store quality. Her brown hair was coiffed like she was made for a red carpet event celebrating financial audits. This dame's look screamed \"wannabe management.\" \n\n\"Hey, gam-gam,\" she said derisively. \"Save your breath. No one cares.\" Kelley kicked a drunk hag taking too much space on the bench and sat down. In her experience, time in the cooler could be a couple hours, or a couple sol. You might as well get comfy.\n\nThe field was disabled and a flatfoot led them down the hall with the old broad behind Kelley.\n\n\"Where are you taking us?\" the woman said meekly. \"Don't I get to see counsel?\"\n\nThe copper answered her politely with only one punch in the gut, sending her to the floor. Kelley had known people who were sent to the wrong side of an airlock for less. \n\n\"Just keep your trap shut, okay?\" Kelley said, pulling her up to her feet. \"It's just a shakedown. Just do what they say and it'll be over before you know it.\"\n\nThey were led into a room and told to stand against a graduated wall. This wasn't Kelley's first line up. She stood on her mark and waited. \n\nA voice came through a hidden speaker: \"Number five, please step forward and read the card.\" Kelley tugged on her lapel and snatched the tablet, then stepped up.\n\n\"You bitch, if you don't cough up the credits in two cycles, I'm gonna gut you from cunt to collarbone,\" she recited, then stepped back in line.\n\n\"Number four, same thing,\" the voice commanded.\n\nThe greenhorn stepped up and paused. \"I-I'm not supposed to be here!\" she yelled with trembling eyes. She saw Punchy unhook her electric baton in the dim shadows and clutched the tablet. \"Y-you b-bitch... if you don't c-cough up the credits in two cycles, I'm gonna... I'm gonna...\" She dropped the tablet to her side and looked straight into the two-way mirror. \"I am going to **gut you** from cunt to collarbone.\"\n\nKelley could hear the malice in her voice and the look of determination in her eyes, reflected in the mirror. The jig was up. Only a rube couldn't tell she was a gunsel for the Syndicate. After the dog and pony show, they were marched back into the cell. Everyone kept their distance, everyone except for Kelley. They had the whole bench to themselves.\n\n\"So what happens after your mark fingers you?\" Kelley asked. \n\n\"It doesn't matter. By now the heat are en route from Europa,\" she said, dropping all pretense. The woman cracked her neck and closed her eyes. \"If she sings, she's gonna get more than a little chin music.\"\n\nLater, a copper opened the field and let Kelley out of the hoosegow, alone. She knew better than to hang out but she did anyway, until she saw the old lady step out of the clink like it was the Waldorf-Astoria. Kelley was surprised when the she walked across the hubway and sat next to her.\n\nKelley watched the jalopies hover by, trying not to look at her. \"How'd you beat the rap?\" \n\n\"I greased the chief and told him who's coming later. Guess he had better things to do than spend the rest of his short life sucking food through a cath.\"\n\n\"How much time have you got before you gotta blow?\"\n\n\"Well, that depends. I don't need a hinky broad looking to score hop.\"\n\n\"It's not like that,\" Kelley admitted. \"I just got hot under the collar, from before. My flippers are itching to...do you wanna flop?\"\n\n\"You got any hooch, kitten?\" she said, standing.\n\n\"Jake. My place is two sectors down.\"\n\nSteam shot out of the vented grate behind them as Kelley led her new moll downtown.\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: More To Love
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"content": "\"It's just down the hall,\" Carlene said as they reached the top of the staircase. He wasn't certain, but he thought that she had stayed two steps ahead of him to keep her generous ass at eye-level. She didn't hide her curves behind billowy clothes, nor did she look like she was spilling out of them. She exuded a kind of sensual confidence that he found alluring. Paul followed behind Carlene as she led him to her apartment. \n\n\"Would you like a drink?\" she asked in the foyer. \"I have wine, beer, some tequi-\" \n\nPaul interrupted her with a soft kiss. He rested his hands on her waist and guided her backwards until her ass hit the wall. He leaned in and kissed her harder, watching her eyes close as her mouth let him in deeper. Carlene reached behind his head and held him against her face as he played with her wet tongue with his own. She was so warm and soft, he thought as his hands roamed her body. \"More,\" he moaned. \"I want more of you.\"\n\n\"You're insatiable,\" she whispered in his ear. \"I love it.\" She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. \"Make yourself comfortable, baby. I'll be right back.\"\n\nHe watched her enter the en suite bathroom and close the door. Paul looked around the room as he unbuttoned his shirt. Her dresser displayed several framed pictures of Carlene and friends, hiking, dining, and traveling. In every one, she wore that same million dollar smile that drew him to her in the first place online. Carlene was a woman who *enjoyed* herself. As he took off his pants and underwear, he looked at himself in the large mirrored closet doors and frowned at his paunch. No matter how many sit ups and crunches he did, he couldn't shake the dad bod. He crawled into bed and raised the bed sheets up to his chest.\n\nCarlene opened the bathroom door, wearing a smoky sheer babydoll negligee with lace edges and matching stockings. Paul's jaw dropped as she slowly walked over, his erection beginning to throb underneath the sheets. He gazed at her large nipples framed by brilliantly sewn floral patterns, as if they were embroidered for her body only. The bottom of the negligee was draped over her belly, barely hiding her secret crevices and treasures beneath.\n\n\"Holy shit,\" he said, sitting up. \"You look like a fucking goddess.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah,\" she said, standing with her legs apart. \"Then worship me. Show me your devotion.\"\n\nHe crawled out of bed and knelt before her, running his nose over the nylon and lace. He ran his hands over her two ample cheeks, feeling how they creased at her thighs. All he wanted to do was to be between them. As he reached her center, his face slipped under the nightie and he nuzzled her soft, warm folds. He felt her quiver and he backed off, licking her inner thighs before running back down the other leg. He caressed her thighs as he moved up again, feeling her smooth, undulating skin. He pressed his face into her vulva until he found her inner lips, and gave them a flick.\n\n\"I love a man with a taste for finer things,\" she said, then burst out laughing. \"I'm sorry, I can't keep up the sultry bit.\" She climbed into bed with her legs bent and spread. \"Come here, baby.\"\n\nPaul saw her pull back her pussy, revealing the wet, pink flesh inside. He dove in again, wrapping his arms under her thighs as he licked her clit with the flat of his tongue.\n\n\"Oh, fuck yeah,\" she moaned, playing with his hair as he lapped her up. Paul was methodical, teasing her clit until he felt her wet on his chin, then went down to clean her up, sucking on her lips. He loved her musky scent and moaned into her with more and more desperate lashings. As she rocked her hips, he knew she was getting close to the edge. Carlene gripped the sheets and groaned as she climaxed, her body moving under his relentless hungry mouth. She pulled his head up by his jaw and his grin was slick with her juices. \"Come here,\" she said with bated breath. \"I want to taste me.\"\n\nPaul climbed up and laid on top of her with his arms around her chest. As they kissed passionately, he could feel his cock hardening even more on her belly. \"I never knew it could be this way,\" he said.\n\n\"What way?\"\n\n\"I've... never been with, well, a big girl before.\"\n\n\"Oh, well let me just punch your card then,\" she said sarcastically. \"You can scratch it off your bucket list. Hmm. Fucked a fat chick in '19: check.\" \n\n\"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way,\" he said defensively. \"I'm an idiot, okay? I don't know how to say things good.\"\n\n\"Well...say things *well*,\" she replied. She saw that he was a little hurt and sighed. \"Hey, it's okay. You didn't know you were a chubby chaser. Congratulations, here's your sash.\"\n\nPaul laughed, then felt his cock soften from the tense moment. \"Um, I can understand if you're not in the mood anymore. I fucked up.\"\n\nShe looked at him and sat up. \"Listen, I can't punch your card until you actually fuck me, so let's do something about *that*, she said, pointing at his groin. \"Lay down, and relax.\" She kissed him as he complied, then began to massage his cock with her hand. Her fingers played with his balls until he was hard again, leaking pre-cum. She let go and laid down next to him, spreading her legs again. He knelt between them and rubbed his cock along her slit until she opened for him again. \n\n\"Fuck, that feels so good,\" he moaned, as her pussy enveloped him, pulling him deeper inside. She shifted her hips until he slipped all the way down to his base. Paul's mind was on fire, her slick muscles squeezing his shaft. He put his hands on her breasts and began to thrust into her, feeling them wobble under his fingers. He leaned into her belly and found a rhythm to slide and slam back into her, each time her pussy gripping him tight. He rocked faster as he lost himself to desire, tugging her nipples while he fucked her. He felt his own sweat dripping down his chest as they went on even longer, rocking the bed against the wall until it knocked. \n\n\"Fuck, I'm cumming,\" she moaned, bouncing on the bed. Paul felt his own climax approaching and grunted as he pulled out, shooting a long ribbon of cum onto her belly. He panted and bucked, squeezing his load over her pussy as it eventually subsided. He rolled over to her side and kissed her softly, brushing her hair off her face.\n\n\"Your O face is cute,\" she said, giggling. \"Welcome to the club.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Some people sleepwalk; you sleepfuck. Initiating sex while fully unconscious tends to make your life quite interesting, but you've got it under control. Mostly.
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"content": "Criticism always welcome.\n\n***\n\nHe spat water into the sink and wiped his mouth, catching himself in the mirror. Something about it made his hair look more gray than usual; probably the lightning. Clarice stopped at the door, loose, soft clothes hugging her figure; he turned and couldn’t help but think that she ages much better than him.\n\n“The bed’s ready. Got everything you need?”\n\n“Yeah, thanks. Now remember-“ He held his hand up and she rolled her eyes.\n\n“I don’t want to slap you… Why can’t I just shake you really hard instead?”\n\n“I told you, it doesn’t work and I could very quickly hurt myself. Please.”\n\n“Alright. And I’ll remind Jeff. Good night.”\n\n“Good night.” He looked at her long red hair as she walked away, wondering if she dyed.\n\nIt was true, in a way. His sleeping self could react to a woman grabbing him in a way that may hurt his friendships. He had a few close calls- And at least one appreciative girlfriend- But kept the situation under control. At least, so he thought; there was always the creeping suspicion that signs of unease from people are them hiding what he did. And there was a time not long ago when he stayed at Clarice and she seemed strangely giddy in the morning, but it was probably nothing.\n\nHe climbed into bed, turned off the light and eased into a position that was better for his back. He suddenly remembered that they didn’t tape the fridge, but he never actually left one open anyway…\n\nNext morning, he opened the paper and sat in the kitchen. His back felt better. Clarice made her way there too, groggy and with messy hair, waving at him with a smile as she turned to the fridge, failing to open it.\n\n“Hm? Oh, right.” She clawed at the tape as he sat up with widened eyes. Maybe she or Jeff did that?\n\nA door quickly opened and closed down the hall, steps approaching. She looked over;\n\n“Hey, when did you come back?”\n\nClaire appeared from behind the fridge, a tank top hanging off her breasts, answering in her sweet voice.\n\n“Um, about eleven, it just turned out that-“ She noticed him and quickly looked downward, suppressing a smile by biting her lip, shifting her hands. “Hi Mister Clark…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Bizarre Love Triangle(s)
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"content": "Not your traditional love-triangle setup, but it’s certainly a bizarre set of characters, so I figured I’d lob this prompt onto the pile...\n\nA vampire falls in love with a bookworm... \n\nUnfortunately, the bookworm is very vocal about their hatred of the Twilight series - and any other sort of vampire-related literature - which crushes the vampire’s self confidence...\n\nThe bookworm becomes infatuated with a punk-rock enthusiast...\n\nUnfortunately, the punk-rocker has a penchant for body piercings - and loves talking about said piercings - which reminds the bookworm heavily of their fear of needles...\n\nFinally, the punk-rocker winds up head-over-heels for the vampire...\n\nUnfortunately, the vampire is a bit of a cultural snob, and flatly refuses - often with a rude comment - to acknowledge anything other than the classical genre as “music”. This clash of aesthetics leaves the punk-rocker wary of how they, themself, will be viewed by the vampire.\n\nHow do they all work it out?\n\n(All characters 18+, of course...)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM]Swimming pool
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"content": "During the women's swim session a young lady notices something drop into the depths of the pool from the woman in front of her. Thinking it her locker key she dives down to retrieve it from the bottom only to find her fingers wrapped around a warm black silicone butt plug.\n\nNow with the item concealed in her hand and the woman in front urgently looking for her lost article, only to make eye contact with a red faced woman. It doesnt take much to figure out who has the hidden item."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM]Newlyweds
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"content": "After returning from an enjoyable but relatively vanilla honeymoon, the couple begins opening their wedding gifts, only to realize that they have received every sex toy imaginable. In fact, ALL their gifts are sex toys, ranging from small vibrators to large sex furniture.\n\nThe happy couple can't wait to consummate their marriage... so they get busy in the middle of the reception.\n\nThey arrive at their honeymoon destination, only to discover that the honeymoon suite has all glass walls, making their every move visible to all other guests. They decide not to be bothered by this.\n\nHe discovers on his wedding night, much to her surprise, that most men do not have two dicks.\n\nThey run out of money on their overseas honeymoon, and realize the only way to finish out the week is to sell sexual services. That's when he discovers a cuckolding fetish."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some plots/scenarios for my magical couple
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some plots/scenarios for my magical couple"
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"content": "Rose enchants Mary's glasses so that everyone she finds attractive either appears naked, or looks to be wearing something very kinky. \n\nRose binds Mary with magical bindings only she can see. \n\nRose promises to use her magic to help Mary succeed at work, but only if she wears a magic focus. Of course it's a hefty jeweled buttplug. \n\nRose transforms Mary into the guise of a hot coworker, who happens to be sleeping with Mary's boss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A popular, spoiled, total bitch lead cheerleader has been teasing a shut in nerd ever since freshman year high school. One day, he finally loses control, and to the surprise of both, she enjoys it
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"content": "Chuckle felt the milk from Rachel’s breast’s spilling into his mouth. The embedded sensors in her breasts, connected with the nerves in her tits, that were linked to the virility implants in her brain, made the orgasms as potent as a man’s orgasm from his cock. Chuckie didn’t want to say Rachel was enjoying this—she hated Chuckie and made it a personal vendetta to hurt him, which started this time with her following him to a party, organizing a partner scavenger hunt (it was rigged, he was sure), and making sure he wasted all his time with her, his worst enemy—but his mouth brought her breasts to orgasm, and a mixture of cum and urine squirted from Rachel’s vagina as his hands playfully alternated grabbing each of her butt cheeks. \n\nThat meant Rachel wasn’t pushing him off anymore; she was holding on to survive. Her hands that tried to pull Chuckie’s head from her chest was now caressing the back of his vermillion hair. Her legs wobbled and could no longer kick him in the face and break his nose. Her blonde hair glistened from the sweat. After Chuckie’s drained her chest, and his mouth let go, and Rachel fell backwards onto the couch, he told her: “Turn over.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Now!” Authoritatively and Rachel listened. She was orgasming continuously. Fluid dropped down her legs as she wiggled her ass in the air. \n\nJust before Chuckie ate her breasts, after he tore off her shirt and pants, and Rachel had nothing to wear, in return for getting her new clothes, he stuck his tongue into her vagina. He wouldn’t let her use the toilet. All because he wanted her to squirt on him. \n\nIt no longer mattered how Chuckie had sex with her now. Since the orgasms were continuous, Chuckie started the next round by eating her ass."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [WATERSPORTS] Gamer Girl Pee! The newest kink arcade! Plenty of fun (rather wet) games, a bar with a lot of large, caffeine filled, drinks and no bathrooms!
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"content": "Gamer Girl Pee! The newest kink arcade! Plenty of fun (rather wet) games, a bar with a lot of large, caffeine filled, drinks and no bathrooms!\n\nThe city council deciding to create a “kink district” was one of the best decisions for the city they ever made. With the new found tourism to the city, well actually more the district, the old restaurants and bars that say empty on Sixth Street finally started to fill up again.\n\nGamer Girl Pee just happened to be the newest one to open, an arcade bar with a kinky twist to fit a uncovered niche in the kink district so far. Gamer Girl Pee (GGP for short) strived itself on catering to all things watersports and pissplay starting with a lack of any bathrooms in the place, artificial turf on all the floors, and modified arcade games. The drinks of the bar where specifically concocted to fill bladders quickly so there was always piss to be flowing; in fact, above the bar, a neon sign read “go ahead, break the seal!”\n\nThe beer taps behind the bar are one of a kind. They in fact don’t even pour beer but instead peer (pronounced Pee•er) as they call it. It’s actually the exact same as beer, you can get any beer you want as a peer. In the special taps, Magnesium Salicylate (the active ingredient of water pills) is added into the poured beer to increase need and frequency of going. The pour spouts are also look different than all others, they’re metal cocks of various sizes, some cut and uncut.\n\nThe bar also serves a large cocktail menu, all with Magnesium Salicylate added too. The most popular are Pissed My Pants (gin, lemonade, blue curaçao, and grenadine to add a dark spot to the blue drink), Piss Drinker (vodka, pineapple juice, and bitters), and the Long Stream (whiskey, coke, and extra magnesium salicylate).\n\nNow the games are where the real fun is, the bar just makes sure everyone is flowing. Some games are classics but modified slighting—to change directions of Pac-Man, change the aim of your stream; in Dance Dance Revolution, you receive extra points for every second you’re peeing while dancing. Other games are brand new. Skee ball is replaced with pushing the ball with your stream to get into different point sections. One of the most popular is like the carnival hammer strength test but it’s not your arm strength, it’s your piss strength.\n\nPatrons are invited to piss to play the games, piss on the turf floor or artificial trees or fire hydrants throughout, or provide a good tip to the cleaning and bartending staff by filling up one of your empty glasses. Since opening 3 months ago, GGP has become to most popular bar in the kink distract and has inspired other bars to become toilet optional facilities but nothing will ever top the OG GGP.\n\n(I hope you enjoy! If people enjoy this set up, I’ll write a story of someone’s first time at GGP.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] cults and Lovecraftian horror has never been so sexy.
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"content": "Your significant other has finally revealed their secret: they are an aspect of An Ancient One, and their orders are to ravage you physically, mentally and spiritually.\n\nOr\n\nTo reach the final stages of becoming part of the Ancient one, you must cross the line and commit a sexual taboo. The problem is, your mother who is the cult leader is hoping for incest, but you have chosen bestiality with your beloved dog. Your mother will join in no matter what..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Proficiency Review
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"content": "\"Greta? Im Hutch dean of arts. You already know everyone else\"\n\n\"Yes\" I answer gauging his immediate uncertainty about me while scanning the room.\n\nSeeing the panel of nine professors from the Rapture Consortium relaxes me instantly.\n\nHaving had sex with all of them I smile smuggly knowing I am graduating with high honours.\n\nRemoving my clothes I get on hands and knees ready to be inducted into the Carnal Emissary anally.\n\nHutch clears his throat loudly while we stare at each other vacantly.\n\nAfter an eternal deliberate silence he finally speaks. \n\n\"Stand up Greta\"\n\nAs I rise to my feet apprehensively, he continues \"I have selected another girl this year\"\n\n\"One who doesn't get arrested or sell her body to alumni\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Pent up frustration can lease to a lack of productiveness at the workplace. To solve it, each lady had to serve 1 month every year as freeuse at the company they work at. At any time, someone can approach and use them however they please.
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"content": "Savanna sat down at her desk a prompt ten minutes before 9:00. Always early, chocolate hair falling perfectly straightened down her back and makeup precisely applied, she was a glowing vision of the perfection the company wanted from its workers. The warm tones of her computer booting up for the day filled her cubicle and she neatly placed her work bag to the side and straightened up the already-immaculate desk. Glancing at the little numbers in the corner of her screen (it was 8:52, *still plenty of time*, she thought) the businesswoman clicked open her email. The company’s monthly newsletter jumped to the top of her screen and she opened it, ever the perfect employee. \n\n*Company stock went up by 4% this month,* she read, eyes skimming across the screen, *financial team just made a lucrative deal, free donut day is next Tuesday, employee of the month is James Roberts, office slut of the month is Savanna Jordan, congratulations to the-* As the thought finally processed in her mind, she froze, every muscle locking up and her eyes darting back to her name on the page. \n\n*Office slut of the month is Savanna Jordan.* It had to be a mistake. Ever since she had joined, that clause in her employee contract had haunted her, but she’d convinced herself that the girls nominated simply weren’t as useful. That she’d never be picked, she did far too much for the company behind her desk to qualify for working on her back. *No, this can’t be happening.* Desperate emerald eyes raced up to the “Sender” line, only to find the official company email address rather than one of her prankster coworkers she was hoping for. Each and every company member was listed alongside her own email and with a shuddering horror she came to the only conclusion possible. *This is real.*\n\nDesperate hands grabbed her bag and she glanced at the clock before racing for the door. *8:57- I have time, I have time, I have-*\n\n“Savanna!” She practically skid to a halt, the motion almost comical if she hadn’t been so terrified. Shifting her weight in her small, practical heels she turned to see a tall man approaching her, cocky grin on his face. “I see you’ve read the company email, too.” \n\n“What? Oh, I- I hadn’t gotten around to it actually, I sat down and felt rather ill, so I thought I’d take a-” Her voice cut off as her coworker placed a hand on the wall above her shoulder, his body blocking her in as she tried to suppress every instinct telling her to run. “Chad, back off. Let me go,” she said, false authority filling her voice and trying to drown out the tremble with its resounding sound. Instead of holding any power, though, it just made the grin on his face widen as the hand removed itself from the wall, only to wrap itself around her neck and push her back. Her back slammed into the plaster behind her and she reached up to grab his wrist, panic in her eyes as perfectly manicured nails proved too dull to do damage. \n\n“I don’t think so.” She squirmed, his hold not yet cutting off her air but still sending the responses of an animal caught in a trap through her system, desperate kicking and flailing unaided by the pencil skirt and blazer’s restricting fabric. “Look at that! We’re on the clock now.” Her yes we’re wide and wild as she frantically tried to find a clock, searching for salvation. *No, no, no, it can’t be-* \n\n“9:00. Remember, if you tell me ‘no’ or try to stop me, you’re going to be fired.” His free hand reached out and started to paw at her breasts, roughly grabbing them and making her squeal in discomfort. \n\n“Please, Chad, don’t do this- ah! Stop, please!” she begged, her hands still grabbing at where his hand was wrapped around her neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t go out with you, I really am, just please, don’t- ow, no, *please!*” Her begging just made him chuckle, a low, dark sound and she could feel the tears beading in her eyes as he started to undo the buttons on her blazer. His hands fumbled and grabbed, ultimately pulling more off than actually undoing them before the fabric opened access to her pressed, white shirt. Those buttons were treated in a similar fashion, leaving barely three on the original garment as he tugged and tore, forcing it open to reveal her bra. It was white and lacy, neatly holding up her large breasts but doing nothing to protect her from his hands as he reached forwards and squeezed hard enough that she screamed, her body twisting in an instinctive attempt to get away. \n\n“Morning, Chad.” Savanna’s eye’s shot up to see Michael, her cubicle neighbor, passing with his a coffee mug in one hand and his briefcase in the other. He casually leaned against the cubicle opposite the wall she was pinned to and took a sip of the dark liquid, absentmindedly wiping small drips from where his beard caught them. “Breaking in the new office slut this month?” \n\n“You bet,” he replied, the hand moving from its painful grasp to pull down the cup of her bra. His fingers found her nipple and began rolling it between them, making her gasp and a whimper forced itself from her each time he started to squeeze. “Bitch turned me down at the Christmas party and a few weeks back- I figured I’d make her pay a little.” A jolt of pain shot through Savanna as his grip clamped down even harder than any of his pulses before and she shrieked, squirming before she realized the tugging only made it worse. The chuckles of the two men made her cheeks flush and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.\n\n“Please- Mi-Micheal, please, help m-” Her voice cut off suddenly as the hand around her neck tightened its grip, cutting off her air and she instinctively began to twist in a panicked state as the two men continued to casually talk. \n\n“Don’t worry, she’s turned down pretty much every guy here. I think they’ll all want a piece- lucky you for getting to her first.” He took another slow sip of coffee as Savanna squirmed, desperation in her eyes. “Let me drop off my things at my desk and I’ll join you,” he said casually, wandering away without the slightest ounce of pity in his eyes, just the same as if she’d been standing there with a coffee cup herself instead of pinned to a wall, breasts exposed to the world and unable to breathe. Chad’s attention swiveled back to her and she could see the wicked grin on his face becoming blurred before her, her twitches fading and becoming muted as her oxygen supply dwindled. \n\nThen the hand loosened its grip, and she gasped, the world flooding back to her with cool rushes of air sucked in by aching lungs. \n\n“Did you hear that? He’ll be right back. There isn’t a man in this office who hasn’t wanted to bend you over your desk and fuck the prude out of you.” Desperately, her head wrenched away from the terrible words but the hot breath just followed, filling her ear. “Maybe we’ll finally take that stick out of your ass and fuck you there instead.” Her breathing was harsh and ragged, laced with tears as she tried to quell the pain in her chest. *No,* she thought, still unable to speak for pumping lungs and aching muscles, *no, no, no, no, please, no-*\n\nHis hand removed itself from her neck and she crumpled, taken completely off-guard and still weak from the choking. As he bent down before her and his hands encircled her waist, she tried to fight him off, movements weak and flailing. It only made him laugh. She was lifted with ease and thrown like a rag doll over his shoulder, still dazedly trying to push him away, claw him, squirm from his grasp, anything at all, but she felt the exhaustion and the defeat cumulate in her chest as she went limp, her lips pressed together and eyes watering as he dragged her off to wherever came next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Nude Beach
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"content": "Dave walked the beach alone, gently smiling to himself. It had taken weeks to muster the courage to come, and it was absolutely the right choice. The last light breeze felt so crisp as it dried his thin body, which he no longer felt embarrassed by. The beach was fairly empty, so coming out of the water nude wasnt as much as an exhibition as he thought. Plus it helped his member was under control. He glanced at some sunbathers he passed. Not even a twitch, he mused with goofy pride. \n\nHe kept walking until he was on the outskirts, near some rocky outcroppings. He paused when he heard a peculiar noise. For some reason he didn't yet understand he slowly crept forward towards the dull clapping. Maybe they were seels, he thought. He tried to remember if seels were dangerous as peeked around the corner. His mouth dropped as he saw the rulebreakers.\n\nA pale, middle aged woman was bent over a beach ball as a tanned man drilled into her. His hand effectively stifled her climactic moans, but the sound of her juicy ass slapping against him echoed out freely. The woman's eyes were closed in ecstasy and the man was completely focused on her jostling ass and keeping her quiet. Dave was frozen but growing. \n\nAfter a minute or so they began to slow down and the woman's eyes opened. They widened as they met Dave's. \n\n\"Mmph!\"\n\n\"What are doing, shhh\" the man whispered.\n\n\"Mph!\" She gently slapped behind at him, pointed and moved her head. \"Look!\"\n\n\"Oh!...uh hey, man, we good?\" The man said. Dave's rock hard cock suggested they were so the man didn't bother to pull out\"\n\nDave still in awe said \"yeah, um sorry, I'll...\"\n\n\"It's okay sweetie...would you like a closer look?\" said the woman, surprisingly innocently. The man laughed and started to thrust gently. Or had he ever stopped? \n\n\"Um... seriously?\"\n\n\"Yeah get over here cutie\" she beamed at him.\n\n\nTBC, maybe. Criticism welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: June 2019
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"content": "I would also love to see responses to the following prompts:\n\n* [[WP]: If you remain a virgin until 30, you DO become a wizard. A day after your 30th birthday, you receive your invitation to wizarding school.](https://redd.it/c48prm) by /u/Foxtrap_Congo\n\n* [[WP] He is immortal and ageless. She is mortal but reincarnates. Each lifetime, they always fall in love. This lifetime, however, he is having an issue finding her. Desperate, he seeks out a Detective who is the best in the business. The Detective thinks the curse is bullshit and seeks to end it.](https://redd.it/c4skte) by /u/Terathiel\n\nI also found this take on last week's TT theme interesting:\n\n[[PM][TT] You're the writer, I'm the prompter. In this role reversal, I'd like you to write a story, any length, just one with a beginning, middle, and end. Then I'll try to write a caption that obliquely describes it, like a prompt.](https://redd.it/c2vunf) by /u/unfortunatemole"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There's a global leader board for how many orgasms everyone has had in their life. The number one spot gets a few $1000 a month for as long as they're number one. You usually wouldn't care about the board but, you fallen on the hard times and well... desperate times call for desperate measures.
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"content": "*I changed the premise just a bit to make it a bit more practical - instead of a lifetime race, it's a monthly leaderboard. More to come!*\n\nElena dragged her feet along the sidewalk as she made her way home. She’d just been let go from her barista job, her third in as many months, after her boss finally had enough of her lateness and careless attitude. This time, though, it meant something. With only two and a half weeks left until rent was due and Elena short $1400, this would undoubtedly mean she’d be kicked out of her apartment, as her landlord had given her two extensions already.\n\n“Fuck!” Elena muttered. “Fuck fuck fuck!” She was pissed at her boss, angry at herself, and felt dumb for letting this happen. \n\n—\n\nHaving already resigned to moving back home, and not particularly caring about her previous pledges to control her spending, Elena stopped in at the cocktail bar around the corner from her apartment, with every intent on spending the bulk of her last paycheck on drowning her sorrows in booze. As she tool the first sip of her vodka tonic, the TV in the corner caught her eye. Just after the last batch of winning lottery numbers, the “Orgasm Race” leaderboard flashed on the screen. \n\n*The Orgasm Race!* Elena’s eyes lit up as she fixated on the TV.\n\nElena hadn’t paid much attention to it, but The Orgasm Race had become a bit of a worldwide phenomena the last few months. Two years ago, a conglomerate of NGOs created the Race, a worldwide competition put on to encourage sexual activity amidst declining reproductive rates. It paid out a cash prize to the individual with the most recorded orgasms each month.\n\nOrgasms are tracked using a wearable biometric sensor (often built into modern fitness trackers) and results are globally synced and shared through the Orgasm App. While the stated goal of the Race was to encourage sexual partnerships, there’s no rule against increasing your orgasm count by masturbation. However, orgasms with a partner receive a multiplier (between 1x and 2x depending on how close in time each orgasm was, and gradually increasing over time if the partners has many orgasms together).\n\nFunding for the prizes comes from an in-app gambling game. Users can bet on the results, with a cut of any profit taken as a prize for the winners.\n\nBack to Elena. She had been wearing the sensor (it was built into her new FitBit) and had a profile on the Orgasm App, but had barely checked the results since lining up last year. But winning this month, if that were even possible, might buy her enough time to find a new job.\n\nElena pulled out her phone and opened the app to see how she fared. She pursed her lips; not only was she only hovering around the median for this month, she had never even cracked the top third. Her best month, in which she reached the 35th percentile, was last September - after a breakup. Elena flipped through her September dat and fondly remembered those few weeks of casual hookups, two orgies, and many hours spent in the bath (her favorite place to masturbate).\n\nElena scrolled through June’s leaderboards to see how far she’d need to go. Anyone in the top 2% got a nominal prize, but awards over $20 only went to the very top, and awards in the hundreds of dollars meant placing in the top 0.01%. There were hundreds of millions of active participants each month. Elena figured she’d need to place in the top 100 to comfortably make rent.\n\nEasier said that done. The top players already had 250+ points, despite it only being mid-afternoon on June 8th. That equates to something like 15 partner orgasms per day, or more than 31 solo sessions.\n\nElena stared intently at the leaderboards. *That’s not as high as I thought it’d be*, Elena thought to herself. Sure, for any normal human it was excessive, over-the-top, and ridiculous, but Elena had heard plenty of talk about the types of people that win the Race. Essentially, jobless nymphomaniacs who are genetically predisposed to cum quickly and easily. You have to really, really love sex. It can’t become a chore, or it’s too hard to keep the orgasm frequency high enough. And you have to have plenty of willing partners nearby. Though many try, it’s nearly impossible to place in the top prize tier through masturbation alone. The partner multipliers are too strong.\n\nElena was sitting at 13.12 points. Since the beginning of the month, she had sex three times (with an average partner multiplier of 1.82, thanks largely to her regular fuck-buddy Dave) for five orgasms, and masturbated four times, reaching a standard one-point orgasm each time (including a morning session before work… the very reason she was fired). One would think this would put her on an above-average pace, but of course the population of Orgasm Race players tilted towards the heavily sexually active to begin with.\n\nShe struggled through the math in her head. The top 100 players would likely all have at least 937 points at the end of the month, based on the current standings. She had 22 days, plus the rest of today, to get around 924 points. That’d be around 42 points a day. It’d be hard for Elena to keep an average partner multiple of 1.8x with new partners, but if she did, that’d mean about 23 partner orgasms per day. A tall order, but of course she could fill in any gaps herself.\n\nIf she was able to stay awake for 18 hours a day (perhaps setting an alarm to masturbate in between sleeping a few hours, giving her more time to build up), that’s only about 2.3 points per hour. Elena didn’t usually cum more than once during sex except with Dave, but if she managed to average four orgasms per session and had six sessions a day, that’d be enough.\n\nSix sessions would be a lot for her body to take, but Elena was physically fit and had decently high libido, or so she thought. She also had the advantage of being bisexual, although she’d only been having sex with men for the past few years. She was also attractive. Her natural gifts - long, smooth brown hair, a golden complexion, a devilish smile, with toned legs and thighs to boot - left her with no difficulty getting laid when she wanted it. Most importantly, she was unemployed, which meant she had all the time in the world to get this done.\n\n*I might actually be able to do this*, Elena thought as she jotted down her calculations onto a cocktail napkin. Of course, it was a crazy idea. Despite her high sex drive and pretty long phonebook of potential hookups, she’d never even competed before, and this was *worldwide*. While she desperately needed the money, there were always other options. But even the idea of making a run for it gave Elena a tingle of pleasure. Hey, worst case would be that she spent her last month as an independent adult having the time her life.\n\nBut it’d mean spending nearly every waking minute of each day in pursuit, which meant there was no time to lose. Elena downed her vodka tonic and swiveled her barstool over to the guy who’d been peering at the Orgasm App open on her phone. “Hey,” she said confidently. “Want to fuck?”\n\n---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Taking her nephew out for his 18th birthday...
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"content": "\"So I heard you have a thing for blondes?\" said my aunt.\n\n\"How do you know?\" I asked her.\n\n\"You were dating that cute little blonde wouldn't you?\"\n\n'Yes, I was.\"\n\n\"Pity, I was going to ask her if she was okay with a threesome with a boy and his aunt. What happened?\"\n\n\"It's kind of silly, she's not a natural blonde and her pubes are black.\"\n\nAt this, my aunt removes her thong and lifted up her skirt. \"The curtains match the drapes here!\" I blush \"like what you see? Show me what your fingers can do.\" I eagerly complied. \"Hmm not as bad as it could be, at least you rub and not poke. Sadly, my dear, they'll be no blowjobs or anal tonight, you haven't earned it yet.\" \n\nBefore I could feel too bad she takes out a condom, \"only one thing left then.\" She starts by French kissing me as she undoes my fly. Having already foreclosed on the idea of oral, she uses her hands to arouse my private to attention. Seeing her opportunity has come, she places the condom on my dick. Then in one swift motion, she sits on my lap, facing me. \"This is exactly what your mother did with my son, please inform her we're even now.\" \n\nShe then French kisses me and then gingerly inserts my member into her pussy. Her thrusts are gentle but very quickly she became excited and quickened the pace. Not soon afterwards I came. As I fall asleep I hear her say \"Should've expected that.\"\n\nI awake at noon to her sucking my cock. \"Sorry, I lied.\"\n\n\"Please, can you continue?\" I beg. \n\n\"No! You need your strength and you need to eat breakfast.\" She spreads her legs. \n\nNot needing any more encouragement I start by liking at her vulva and then I suck her clit. I alternate between the two as I penetrate her with my right index finger. It doesn't take long for her to come.\n\nShe tells me to tell her when I'm about to cum and goes back to licking the tip of my cock. It doesn't take long and I'm barely able to shout a warning. She removes my member from her mouth to permit my seed to cover her face.\n\nWhen we arrived back to my parent's house she still bore my semen on her face. When my mother saw her, she enthusiastically of the semen, \"is that my son's handiwork?\" When answered in the affirmative she takes a picture of her face. That picture remains on the fridge to this day. Alongside the photo of me sleeping in a convertible, with dribbles of semen coming out of my exposed cock.\n\nFor my next birthday, I was dating a redhead. To my aunts delight, she was willing to share. Now on the fridge there's a photo of my aunt covered in cum kissing the cheek of a redhead similarly covered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Naughty Nuns
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"content": "A young woman who recently joined the convent is caught masturbating. To her surprise, the \"punishment\" feels like more of an incentive...\n\n\nOptional ideas:\n\n\n>!They put her in a chastity belt, which is a huge kink of hers.!<\n\n\n>!The nun who caught her explains how it's a sin to touch yourself, and you should ask a sister to help you out if your lustful urges are too much.!<\n\n\n>!To 'purge the sinful desire' from her, every member of the convent brings her to orgasm, one after the other. It's incredibly overwhelming, but she couldn't be happier.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's the weekend now, so you can finally try out your exhibitionists fantasies by stripping in your office with no one around.
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"content": "Shane looked around the empty office building. It was eerie but quiet. He was alone, the only one voulenteering to work on Saturday. Though he worked hard, his mind kept wandering to something he’d always been curious about. He was best friends with the guy that watches the cameras at night, so he knew it would never get out. \n\nHe stood up and paced around his office. He loosened his tie and throw onto the desk and took a deep breath. One by one he unbuttoned his work shirt and tossed it carelessly to the floor. \n\nShane wasn’t the most confident guy but you couldn’t help but admire himself a little in the office window. Spurred by this confidence, he walked to the door. As he stepped out onto the office floor, he unbuttoned and unzipped his causal jeans and kicked them off. \n\nHis cock was hard from the rush of adrenaline and excitement. His boxers barely stayed close to his waist. He struggled and slid them off. His cock sprung out and he stretched. \n\nHe laughed a little to himself and looked at the camera. Shane smiled and decided to mess with his friend. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times. He laughed and walked back to his office...\n\nAt around 1 A.M. the elevator stopped on his floor. Still naked he jumped up and hurriedly collected his shirt and rushed to collect his jeans. \n\nHe breathed a sigh of relief as he managed to pull them on and arm himself. The security guard, Shane’s best friend, walked into the office. Shane started to laugh even though his friend didn’t look amused at all. \n\n“Enjoy the show bud?”\n\nHe didn’t answer and looked out the door. Shane followed his eyes and his smile fell and his face turned red. A woman came walking around the door. She was clearly embarrassed to be in the same room as Shane. \n\n“Shane this is Ava...she’s just started tonight and is gonna be taking some of my shifts.”\n\nDespite the sounds of the radio in Shane’s office, the eerie quiet returned as the three stood alone in the office, words failing all of them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've always tried to be very professional when giving massages to your clients, but you’re seriously considering offering a happy ending to this one.
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"content": "\"Good boy. That's it, now get back to the dick. Very nice.\" You groan from above as I hungrily slurp at your heavy, smooth-shaven nuts. I suckle at them gingerly, like a nursing infant, as my tongue rolls back and forth over them. Upon your order, I glance up at you with a little nod before popping the plums from my lips and dragging my tongue back up your length.\n\nI swear I'm not gay. Like for real. Not like those guys that call themselves straight and then spend every weekend at the gloryhole in the bathroom of their local club. I'm *actually* straight. I have a girlfriend and everything. I'm what you might call a gold-star straight boy.\n\nBut that was before your appointment.\n\nBeing able to know an attractive specimen of feminine androgyny has very little to do with my personal sexual preference as I'm sure we all know, but you can imagine how exceptionally lovely that I found your femboyish figure and features even being the heterosexual that I am. Your lithe, girlish form with it's gentle curves and your lovely, soft face attracted me to you immediately. Who was to know that I'd be even more attracted to a boy, even one such as this, after seeing your bared body.\n\nWhen you arrived, I escorted you to our room and departed for a moment to gather my oil and towels after instructing you to undress 'to your own level of comfort.' This is just a fancy way of saying that you could leave your underwear on if you wanted to. Upon my reentry a few minutes later, I found that your comfort level was being as nude as the day you were born.\n\nThe true surprise, however, was the slab of meat that hung heavily between your waspish thighs. Even soft, it was so plump, and not lacking in length in the slightest. I estimated that your softie was at least twice the size of my own if not more than that.\n\nI hardly remember the massage at all, between the time that you mounted the table and the time that I found myself on my knees before you. I remember that I couldn't get the image of your dick out of my head. I remember that your skin was quite soft. I remember that the lack of tension in your muscles denoted that your massage was a matter of leisure as opposed to self-care.\n\nI remember that way you smirked at me and giggled at me when I clumsily half-mumbled and half-stammered out my offer of a 'happy ending.' The next thing I knew, I was on my knees watching your massiveness grow to a hefty 9-incher as it stiffened before my eyes.\n\nAnd now, here I am with a mouthful of dick.\n\n\"Gosh, you must really want a good tip.\" You giggle as I swirl my tongue around the fat pink helmet of your member with flushed cheeks.\n\nOne of my hands gently strokes along your length as I slip the thick head past my lips and begin to focus my cocksucking efforts on it. The other mitt palms your slobbery balls, carefully squeezing and tugging at them while I use my tongue to polish your tip.\n\n\"How about 40, if you can get the whole thing down your throat?\" You chirp, smirking as you lift an eyebrow.\n\n\"50 a-and I'll swallow your load, too.\" I counter, blushing deeply.\n\n\"100 and I creampie you, cutie.\"\n\nAs hot as this is, I can't help but think I'm not quite ready for an ass-pounding at this stage in my new found heteroflexible tendencies. I shake my head gently.\n\n\"50, and I'll swallow.\"\n\nAfter another moment, you roll your eyes down at me and let a wicked smile creep across your lips as I hungrily eye your member.\n\n\"Fine, but I have a small suggestion.\"\n\nI'm not sure how you talked me into it. Into losing my pants and letting you tie my wrists behind my back with my indies while you giggled about me being a 'half-pint' compared to you. Into laying on my back onto the massage table with my head dangling off the end. I'm just not sure.\n\nWhat I *am* sure of, is that I've never been quite as hard as I am right this moment. I can feel my throat stretching around your fat dick as you pound my face. Your heavy nuts slap softly against my nose. My stiffie twitches desperately, though it receives no stimulation for its sins.\n\n\"Fuck, your throat is tight. Oh, yeah. That's it. F-Fuck...\" You groan, letting soft, girlish moans escape your throat as you hump away aft my face like I'm your favorite Fleshlight.\n\nIt isn't long before you've emptied your balls, although you take it upon yourself to change our little plan up at the last minute. Instead of cumming down my gullet, you pull out at the last second. It's hardly 2 pumps of your little fist before you're painting my upside-down face with rope after rope of your thick, warm, off-white goo. You whine and grunt like in animal as you sial deep into the abyss, and I just pant as I try to catch as much of your load as I can in my open mouth.\n\nBy the time you're through, I look like I'm fresh off the stage at the Kids Choice Awards, sans the green. I'm a bit dazed, still harder than a diamond. I hardly notice you redressing without making a single move to free me. You chuckle softly, leaving a singular $50 bill on my slowly rising and falling chest before stepping towards the door. I only manage to process your words after you're gone.\n\n\"Thanks a million, cutie. I wish all boys were as eager as you. I'll leave my number at the front desk. Call me if you ever wanna earn that $100. Tootles!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] a magic mirror can show the face of your true love. A college graduate looked into the mirror and saw her younger brother
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"content": "\"What the fuck,\" Nina hissed as she looked into the obsidian mirror inlaid with pearl around the edges. \"Maybe it just looks like him?\" She set the mirror down and opened facebook, quickly scrolling to his profile and... no. That was his current display picture alright. \"Fuck.\" She swore. Maybe the mirror was wrong? Or maybe it was the wrong kind of love, like maybe it was getting familial love mixed in an- her notifications lit up with her brother's name. She swallowed hard and breathed deeply when she saw it wasn't a message, he had just liked a photo.\n\nShe was fixing to just forget this whole ordeal ever happened and stop practicing witchcraft when her memory stuck to the notification. \n\n\"Wait, what photo was that?\" The preview window was small, but the thumbnail showed an awful lot of skin and that wasn't any recent photos. She clicked it and saw it was her photo from summer last year, a pretty explicit thirst trap where her butt was clearly consuming the entire bikini. She had meant it to get her laid by some of the friends she had added from class and it had accomplished that. What would her brother be doing even looking at her pictures from a year ago except... \n\nHer eyes went to the mirror. It didn't have anyone's face in it anymore, but that didn't keep her from remembering. She reached past the mirror to the bottle of Jack and poured herself a double, taking a sip before she sent a message. \n\n Nina: Hey Bill, got a quick question for you\nBill: Lol what is it? Kinda busy\n Nina: Why are you looking at my old photos?\n Bill is typing... \n\nNina took another sip. What good reason could there be?\n\n Bill: I was just wondering if I recognized you somewhere and so I went scrolling and I guess I went pretty far. \n Nina: You didn't mean to like a picture of my butt, then?\n Bill: No! Oh my god lmao you cannot tell anyone that happened, I misclicked \n Nina: Haha oh I'm telling everyone\n Bill: Come on, I'll pay you. \n Nina: Hey Bill?\n Bill: Yeah?\n Nina: Where did you think you recognized my butt? \n Bill is typing...\n\nNina finished the rest of her whiskey in a burning gulp as her heart raced. Here's the thing, she could have her butt recognized in a few videos online. It happened before with a friend of hers she ended up banging. She had a brief stint where she had made some videos to post on Reddit along with several pictures and the only reason she had stopped was because she got busy. \n\n Bill: Okay, I'm gonna stop bullshitting you now. \n Bill: I thought saw you in some amateur porn on Reddit.\n Nina: Yeah, that was probably me\n Bill is typing\n\nThere was a question Nina couldn't quite answer and it amounted to: Why was she so horny? \n\nWhen she had started posting she had been terrified of any of her family finding out. And here she was, considering sliding her fingers down her shorts because her brother had seen all the nasty things she had posted. \n\n Bill: I don't judge you at all.\n Nina: That's sweet. \n Bill: Do you think you're done posting? It's been a few months. \n Nina: Hey Bill?\n Bill:...yeah? \n Nina: Are you trying to get in my pants?\n Bill: No!\n Nina: Because you're not interested?\n Bill: You're my sister!\n Nina: And you've seen my bare ass and maybe even heard me cum. \n Bill: Nina!\n Nina: I'm going to come out and say it, I'm a little drunk and let's say a fortune teller told me you're my true love.\n Bill:...what? \n Nina: I'm saying this is your one shot to say yes. Do you want to have sex with me?\n Bill: What would mom and dad say?\n Nina: I'm thinking we don't tell them. \n Bill is typing...\n\nNina sat back in her chair, thinking about the logistics. Her roommate was out for the rest of the weekend. God, she was really planning this, wasn't she?\n\n Bill: Yes. I want to do it. \n Nina: Need a ride to mine?\n Bill: I'm a little busy \n Nina: Did you miss the part where I said it's your one shot?\n Bill: Okay, okay. Yeah no I have a ride. Be there soon. \n\nNina stood and got to the bathroom before doubling back for the whiskey. She was going to need some more bad decision juice if she was going to go through with this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Weekly Round-up Thread: July 2019
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's 1966 in the United States and you are the only black woman in your neighborhood. There is a single white woman at the adjacent house and she turns you on. She has many suitors but none of them are like you. You discover your sexuality through her.
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"content": "Loretta struggled to get the last cardboard box out of her car. It was old and dusty, the bent box flaps already torn from other moves. *God damn, why do I always keep this shit?* she thought as she rubbed the grit onto her jeans. She tried to get a good grip on the box again and could feel its contents shifting left to right.\n\n\"Need a hand?\" she heard someone say behind her. Loretta turned around and looked at the young white woman standing close by. She wore a pink A-line skirt and white gloves; her face was shaded under a large brimmed hat. Loretta thought her pale, slender arms probably never lifted anything heavy in her entire life. Loretta knew that moving to this part of Georgetown would require some adjusting, but there was something about this woman that made her blush.\n\nLoretta looked at the box precariously balanced on the lip of the trunk. \"Do you want to grab one end of this?\" she asked. The woman clapped her hand and walked to Loretta's side.\n\n\"I'm June. June Matheson. I live in 215,\" she said, extending her hand.\n\nLoretta shook it. \"Loretta Gold. I'm moving into 315. Thank you for your help.\" They both held the corners of the box and began to crab-walk up the walkway to the apartment building entrance. Loretta hit the elevator button and heard the steel cables stretch and whine as the car came down.\n\n\"So, what brings you to Georgetown, Loretta?\"\n\n\"School,\" she replied. \"I'm in the graduate chemistry program.\"\n\n\"Wow, you must be awfully smart. I never got good grades, myself.\" Before June could finish her thought, the elevator bell chimed. The doors opened, and an older man holding a small poodle stepped out. \n\n\"Hello Miss Matheson,\" he said, eying her up and down. The white-furred dog stared at Loretta and began to yip, grabbing the man's attention. \"Magnus, where are your manners?\" he said, scolding the dog. \"Who's the colored girl?\"\n\n\"Hello sir, my name is Loretta Gold, the new tenant in 315.\" \n\nThe man paid her no attention, turning to face June again. \"You know, young lady, you shouldn't strain yourself. A girl like you is liable to faint from exertion.\"\n\n\"I'll do just fine, thank you,\" June replied. She began to push into the elevator, forcing Loretta to walk backwards into it. \"Have a nice day, Magnus.\" The dog answered with a sharp bark as the door closed and June let out a deep sigh. \"I'm truly, truly sorry about Mr. Armstrong.\"\n\n\"Don't be,\" Loretta replied. \"I'm used to being invisible and conspicuous at the same time.\"\n\n\"Well, it's not a very warm welcome. I'd like to think that in this *enlightened age*, people would more friendly to your kind.\"\n\nLoretta's expression betrayed nothing as they reached her apartment door. She hip-checked it open and led June to the living room, then lowered the box onto the floor. June looked around and saw other boxes stacked and strewn around. \n\n\"Do you need help unpacking?\" she asked.\n\nLoretta shook her head. \"You're very kind for asking, but I can handle the rest. Thank you again for your help.\"\n\n\"Any time,\" June said, walking towards the door. \"I'm right below you. Room 215. Don't be a stranger, okay?\" There was something behind June's lilting voice that hung inside Loretta's mind, something that made her melt a little as she watched her skirt swish and disappear into the hallway.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nLoretta saw her again the next day at the grocery store. June was in the produce aisle, running her gloved fingers over the piles of apples when Loretta sidled next to her. \n\n\"Hello, neighbor,\" Loretta said. \"Come here often?\"\n\n\"If you are, then I will,\" June said, smiling. Loretta stared at her half-closed eyes and sultry pout. She felt a pang of heat in her chest that only occurred on lonely nights. June waited a heartbeat then burst out laughing. \"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist!\" \n\n\"What are you doing with the apples,\" Loretta asked to change the subject.\n\n\"I was going to bake a pie for the church picnic. My mother always used Red Delicious, but...\"\n\n\"But you want to try something new. I get it.\" Loretta picked up a McIntosh Red and rubbed it on her shirt until it shined. \"Do you like these? I love the crisp, tart taste.\"\n\n\"You gotta pay for that!\" yelled the interrupting grocer behind the deli counter. Loretta's face turned red. Nothing that made her more incensed than a man treating her like a child. She wanted to crush the apple in her hand, to see what he'd do if she threw the pulp at his fat, ruddy face. Instead, she handed the apple to June. \n\n\"Try it, you'll like it,\" she said, smiling painfully. June grasped the apple and her fingertips grazed Loretta's wrist, sending electricity over her arm. Loretta left the store, buying nothing. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nLater that night, Loretta finished unpacking and filled a kettle to make some tea. She started the stove when she heard a knock at the door. June was in the hall, wearing a sleeveless blue dress and a small apron, carrying a warm apple pie. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg wafted into Loretta's apartment. \n\n\"I made extra,\" she said. \"Can I come in?\" Loretta made room and June walked into the kitchen. Loretta admired her hips and backside, how the loose apron strings hung like a tail on her ass. She didn't know what to do with her feelings, but she thought she was going to explode. The kettle began to whistle loudly.\n\n\"Do want some coffee or tea?\" Loretta said hastily. \"Oh, wait, I forgot to get coffee at the store.\"\n\n\"It's alright,\" June said. She grasped Loretta's hands and squeezed, stepping closer to her. \"I'll take anything you've got.\"\n\nShe stood so close, Loretta could see the dabs of flour under her jaw. Her eyes danced around as she tried to understand what was happening. June, still holding Loretta's hands, guided them to the small of June's back. June gasped and bit her lip as Loretta's hand traveled lower, resting on her curvy behind. \n\n\"Kiss me,\" June whispered, tilting her head back. Loretta complied and leaned in. Her lips were warm and thin, her breath tickling her as they embraced. \n\n\"I...I've never done this before,\" Loretta said softly. \"Not with...\"\n\n\"A woman? A white woman?\" \n\n\"No on both.\"\n\n\"How was it?\" June asked as she untied the apron. \"Did you like it? Do you like me?\"\n\nLoretta kissed her again, more eagerly. She ran her hands against June's sides until they rested on her shoulders. She let them drop on June's chest and she squeezed them until June moaned. As she lifted her breasts, June's dress straps slipped off her shoulders and hung loose at her elbows. June peeled it down, exposing her bare chest. Loretta stared at her dark nipples and felt thirsty. She suckled one and June held her head against her breast.\n\n\"Mmm, yes,\" June said, leaning against the counter. When Loretta let her go, a string of spit bridged her lips and June's reddened nipple. \"Do you want me to show you more?\"\n\nLoretta nodded. Her whole body ached to touch her skin again. June pulled out a kitchen chair and said down, legs spread. She patted her lap and said, \"Have a seat.\"\n\nLoretta sat on her lap and June kissed her neck. A wave of pleasure radiated over her body and she held her own breasts while she shivered. June reached around and unbuttoned Loretta's jeans. She could smell her own lust coming from her panties as June plunged a finger under it. \n\n\"Oh god,\" Loretta moaned, eyes half-closed in ecstacy. June's fingers pinched her clit and rubbed the cream from her pussy over her lips. Loretta's mind was spinning, she wanted to run and melt into June at the same time. The tension in her belly rolled around as June's fingers' swirled and darted inside her. She couldn't control her hips as an orgasm sent her into convulsions.\n\n\"Sweet Lord!\" she exclaimed as she felt her pussy squeeze June's fingers, pulsing on them. June raised her wet fingers and licked them clean. Loretta turned around and straddled June, then kissed her deeply.\n\nJune smiled. \"Welcome to the neighborhood.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you can take and give people's assets to yourself or to other people
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"content": "The short blue eyed spikey blonde with D cup breasts stares at me in defiance.\n\nHer heavily tattooed body and pierced porcelain skin are intimidating. \n\nNaked she runs her hands over her thick waist and wide hips. \n\nSuddenly smiling she shakes her round butt and admires her thick labia.\n\nLeaning further into the mirror, I barely recognise myself.\n\nShocked but excited I am once again ready for another heist.\n\nIn another new body.\n\nAdjusting to another new face.\n \nMonday I had traded my height and eyes with petite Jessa.\n\nTuesday, platinum Beth relieved me of my long tangled knots and tiny boobs.\n\nWednesday, punk rock guitarist Molly thought it would be fun to trade skin.\n\nThursday, Sondra wanted to see me with her curves and vagina.\n\nWith Blaire's intelligence, Friday's robbery will be easy and well worth the six way split.\n\nI am already looking forward to our victory celebration sex party afterward."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] How Does He Start Fucking His Wife's Sister?
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"content": "I'm not good at prompts, but I'm good at wheedling plot bunnies. Here's one:\n\nHis wife's sister comes over to watch a movie. Copious amounts of alcohol are consumed. The wife falls asleep and the movie turns out to be more sexual than they had anticipated. Sitting so close together causes them both to become hyper aware of the other's presence. Innocent skin contact soon turns into lingering touches, until they finally find themselves inadvertantly groping each other. Kissing leads foreplay and eventually they wind up in bed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Boss, I *AH* know i'm n-not supo- *NNH* suposed to ask but wh-why *AHNG* do all the employees have to where vibrating panties while working
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"content": "I sigh, \"Listen Vickie, I know you've been with us for a long time but the times are changing. Haven't you heard the recent articles about our declining appeal?\"\n\n\"MMM, No sir I UH, haven't heard about anything. I haven't nOOOOticed anything different during my five years hereeeee.\"\n\n\"Well if you look at the customers hard enough you'll notice that a lot them are middle aged men. For some reason the boys your age and in your generation aren't instead in coming to Hooters. And that's even with us close to several colleges.\"\n\n\"AHHHHHH, Please boss! Can you turn off the panties while we talk?!\"\n\n\"Sure Vick no problem, you have been with this location for five years so I'll give you a break.\"\n\nVickie shivers, \"Ohhhh, thank you boss. 'sigh' Now that you mention it there have been a lot less cute boys in the restaurant then normal. It's a shame since I like having guys my age lust after my curvy body and plump ass. But still why the vibe panties?\"\n\n\"Well after doing some research, we've found that the internet has played a large factor in the decline of business. Which honestly makes scene, why come to Hooters to ogle at the waitresses when you can go to PornHub or reddit and get all the porn specific to your liking at your fingertips.\"\n\n\"Okay and...?\"\n\n\"And so let's bring some of the porn to real life! Now when you go to Hooters you have a hot waitress to ogle at and she is constantly on the edge of orgasm making sexual noises the whole time.\" I turn the vibrating panties back on. \n\n\"AHHH, MMHMMMM! I guess that makes sense!\"\n\n\"Of course it does! Instead of seeing a woman orgasm through a screen you get to experience in real life. With wings and beer to boot! Time for your shift hence why I turned the panties back on, so get to it Vickie!\"\n\n\"Oh and by the way, all the table now have a tablet that allows the customers to control the vibrations in your panties. Have fun!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] In a dystopian world, virginity grants privileges. The rich retains their using in vitro fertilization, breeding offsprings in pods, while the poor would get robbed of theirs. What can happen in this world?
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"content": "(WARNING: The following short story contains noncon/rape, politics, and a maledom/femsub dynamic that you may not enjoy reading. If this is the case, move along, this is not for you.)\n\n\"Well?\"\n\nAvela swallowed a sip of coffee. \"It's... It's a lot to take in, I'm afraid...\"\n\nJaze sighed. \"I know. But the squabble of democratic parties who spend half their term undermining the work of the other is getting our nation nowhere, quite quickly.\"\n\n\"Yes, but a coup?\" She set her cup down and rubbed her temple, careful not to undo her auburn locks from the finery that held them back. \"A hostile takeover-- 'the Lord Regent'-- you're proposing a tyrannical takeover.\"\n\n\"Exactly,\" he nodded, taking a sip of coffee himself, \"Except I'm also proposing *progress*. An era of prosperity where one man can be the beacon that guides his people to a better tomorrow. I can be that man, Avela, and if you want...\" his hand reached across the table and rested on hers.\n\n\"You could be there beside me.\"\n\nShe flinched away, instinctively pulling her hand out of his grip, and he made no attempt to stop her.\n\n\"Is that a no?\" He asked, his voice soft and a little hurt.\n\n\"It's... I need to think.\" Her face was flushed and hot, and she cradled one hand in the other.\n\n\"Take your time... you understand I can't let you leave until I hear an answer. Especially given the... sensitive nature of the matter. But your family and mine have been close for generations, and you and your sister are very dear to me, so I will give you all the time you need.\" He noticed a servant girl flagging him down. \"Excuse me a moment.\"\n\nStanding up, he made his way off the balcony, shutting the door behind him.\n\nThe servant girl folded her arms. \"Was I right or was I right?\"\n\n\"You dressed up as a maid to sneak in here?\"\n\n\"Don't change the subject. I told you, she'd never agree to it.\"\n\nHe scowled, an expression that distorted his otherwise handsome features. \"Yes, she's awfully stubborn. If she says no--\"\n\n\"--You mean *when.*\"\n\n\"If--\" His glare was so sharp it nearly split the girl in two where she stood-- \"She says no, you've got yourself a deal. I'll have her dealt with and you will be able to support me. But if she agrees...\"\n\nChlo's smug grin faltered and she scoffed. \"Don't bother. She's too afraid to agree-- she'll refuse, or else lie to you.\"\n\nJaze sighed. \"We will see...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's religiously against homosexuality. Unfortunately, she is lesbian herself, and has to struggle with it.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Nonerotic.\n\nHer rather plain business attire, abused for private usage at this counterprotest, did well to make her seem as much the fierce defender of human decency that she was, as she held up the sign she had crafted. \"Stop, you whores, do your chores!\", it read, a phrase that Clarissa found both catchy as well as to the point. After all, these kids were prancing about, in a manner that was an affront to dignity itself, waving around the flags as if they were their own country, their dildoes and strap-ons and other crazy doohickeys as if they were arms and weaponry. Truly, the generation of hers had been pumped full of erotic advertisements and wrongthink ideas by these liberals. She had been like that, once, so bright-eyed, naieve, *gay*. There was nothing jovial or amorous about it, just the queer thoughts fed by an undisciplined harlot.\n\nIt was past moments like these that made her so fiercely present to counter any protests they organized. If she wasn't showing the kids and the unknowing the sin of it all, who was going to? These sluts, parading their lust while masking it as \"true love\"? Their mothers, either complicit or afraid to speak up, to rear their child as one has to? No. Nobody would do so if there weren't other people speaking up what everyone thought.\n\n\"Put some clothes on, you skanks!\", Clarissa yelled out, trying to drown out the sickeningly merry parade moving past her. Her vocal protests had been largely ignored, so she had to be louder, right? \nIt was at this moment that she felt a tap on their shoulder. \"Clarissa? Is that you?\", the voice said.\n\nShe turned around, adrenaline pounding as her autopilot prepared herself for a confrontation, a fight. Wasn't the first time someone attempted to strike her, nor the last, if she'd hazard a guess. However, there was no catty brat ready to claw her face out, nor a pretend-lady pumped to the brim with testosterone. Instead, the blonde hair and summer clothes of an old friend greeted her.\n\n\"Marilyn?\"\n\nThe woman took her in a friendly hug, and in surprise, she must have dropped the sign. \"Oh, it is you. Long time no see! How's life treating you? It's been ages!\"\n\nClarissa was shook, her mind coming to terms with the influx of information that came to the surface, the feelings under wraps. \"F-fine. It's been... fine.\"\n\nThe blue-eyed, curious friend loosened the hug. \"Come on, you can't just say \"*Fine*\" and leave it at that. You got time? There's been so much going on - I know a café around here, \"*Café Opal*\", they have like, the greatest scones you'll ever taste. I treat you to coffee, hmm?\"\n\n\"...S-sure.\" She replied, nearly on autopilot.\n\n***\n\n>\"Clarissa! Do you know how late it is, young lady?\"\n\n>The young girl scratched her head sheepishly. \"Sorry, mama. I was playing with Marilyn, and we lost the track of time.\"\n\n>Her mother sighed, a far too common occurrence in Clarissa's mind. When she was going to be an adult, there'd be a \"*No sighing*\"-policy. \"Jesus in heaven... Back in my days, we hadn't such a horrid track of time. What's it with you and her that you can't see how late it is, but that you know so precisely when you learned up on your vocabulary for thirty minutes?\"\n\n>\"But mama, you gave me a timer. And since I don't have a watch-\"\n\n>\"Now watch your tone, miss! I know very well that they have a clock at home.\" Yet another sigh escaped her mouth. \"Now, you're not grounded this time. But if you stay over, you watch the clock. Next time, I won't be so lenient.\"\n\n>\"Alright, mama. Goodnight...\" The girl replied, holding back a yawn.\n\n***\n\n\"...And these plushies they had? Super adorable! I felt like I was fourteen again when I held them, and you wanna know something? I bought them! Now, Madam Snugglies accompanies me nonethe- Hey, you're listening, are you?\"\n\n\"...Umm, yes?\" Clarissa hadn't caught anything besides the tail end of it, but obviously didn't admit to it. \"You got a plush teddy-\"\n\n\"Hare.\"\n\n\"-plush hare. See, I listened.\"\n\nMarilyn's deadpan look told her that she didn't quite believe it, but she was spared a lecture about not listening this time. \"Anyways, how's it going with Jacob?\"\n\n\"Well, we had been dating a while, and I married him. No kids yet, however.\"\n\n\"Oh - my - god! I am so happy for you! So, back in the days, I had heard rumors, that he was an absolute beast. So, I take it you had some fun babymaking attempts?\"\n\n\"Marilyn!\" Clarissa looked in shock. \"That is a private matter, thank you very much! How come you've become so... vulgar?!\"\n\n\"Hmm? Come on, you were the foulmouth between the both of us, back in the day. Don't tell me that Jacob tamed this little kitty here.\"\n\n\"Hey, I wasn't crass... Was I? Had I such nasty words back in the day?\"\n\n\"*\"Back in the day\"*, is it? So he settled down, and you became just like your mother? No offense.\"\n\n\"None taken, she raised me well, and was strict, yet nice.\n\n\"*Was*? Did she-\"\n\n\"Yes. Throat cancer got the best of her, after three years of peace and quiet. That god fff-forsaken throat cancer.\"\n\nMarilyn handed over a handkerchief to her friend, who hadn't even realised she had gone tear-eyed at all.\n\n\"I am so sorry, Clarissa. She lived a long life. And at least you have Jacob.\"\n\n\"Yeah... I do.\"\n\n***\n\n>\"Today's the day.\" Clarissa sighed. \"You can do this. Just smile, kiss him, and go with the flow. God has a plan, and love's coming one day or the other, isn't it?\"\n\n>The knock on the door startled her slightly. \"Y-Yes? Who is it?\"\n\n>\"It's me.\" The by now familiar, raspy voice of her mother both soothed her and put her on edge. \"Can I come in?\"\n\n>\"Of course, mama.\" She turned away from the mirror, and towards the door, opening it slightly to only let her in, and no errant gazes. \"What is it?\"\n\n>\"Well, it is your wedding day, and I just wanted to see how my daughter is doing. I see you are getting yourself ready... Jacob's the one, isn't he?\"\n\n>\"He must be, mama. Who else could love someone like me?\" Clarissa muttered in response.\n\n>\"No sour faces, miss. You're good, you're virtuous. Anyone would envy having a bride like you.\"\n\n>\"But I'm a no-good sinner!\" Her daughter blurted out \"I had all these bad thoughts and every now and then, they creep up again and again. How could anyone love me like this! I'm a god-fu-\"\n\n>Her mother pulled her into a close embrace. \"Shh... Don't drag yourself down like this. God has a plan, he always has. And my task was to make sure you stay on the right path... Think of your fellow schoolmates. How they don't go to church anymore, how they flirt about and go clubbing, and to those raves, doing drugs... Everyone has these thoughts, bud the lord gave us the will to persevere, and you are a survivor of sin. Be a little confident in yourself.\"\n\n>Another sigh escaped Clarissa. \"I... I guess you are right, mama. Thanks. I needed that.\" A quick turn to the mirror showed however that the damage had been done. \"Oh no, my makeup's all messed up. This took hours to ge-\"\n\n>\"Okay, make room. Mother dearest can give you a few pointers. Now, sit down, sit straight, back up, and close your eyes...\"\n\n***\n\nA snap in front of her face startled Clarissa back to the here and now. \"Hey there, still in there?\"\n\n\"Wha- Oh, sorry.\"\n\n\"Don't be.\" The ring-adorned hand of Marilyn took hold of Clarissa's. \"Sorry for bringing up that subject. You miss her, don't you?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"She meant well, even if she didn't want me seeing you for a while, didn't she?\"\n\nClarissa snirked. \"Well, the way I was prancing about, skipping church visits, talking sacriligeous bullshit, dropping in grades - She had to do something! But enough about me. How's life treating you? You are married, too?\"\n\n\"Engaged, actually...\"\n\n\"Well, is it someone I know? Who got your rebellious little heart?\"\n\n\"Well, after my options got trimmed down, I had been a bit of in a slouch...\"\n\nClarissa looked puzzled. \"Wait, I must have missed a part. Your options got trimmed down?\"\n\n\"Well, your mom didn't let me see you, obviously.\"\n\nThe puzzled face didn't budge a bit, as she worked to solve the meaning of the words spoken to her. \"Wait, but- Oh gosh, you totally had the hots for Cedric! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!\"\n\nSurprise and confusion spread on Marilyn's face, too. \"What? No! Clarissa, you were my first love. I told you that, or did you seriously forget?\"\n\n\"Wait, I - what?\"\n\n\"You forgot. You really forgot! And that after you said you felt the same!\" Marilyn's words, although a playful condemnation, rang hollow and empty in the ears of Clarissa. Her mind, already tasked too great to sort in all the strange feelings and emotions before, ran crazy, trying to add things together strewn across inside her wracked little head. She felt queasy, estranged to her own self, and it was nigh everything that tumbled to chaos inside herself.\n\nThe spoon - had it always felt this heavy and shaky - it fell out of her hand. Her hands, her arms, her entire body felt too weak, too heavy under the weight of these thoughts, and Clarissa felt herself slip away.\n\nThe last thing she managed to vocalize was a mere \"I...\"\n\n***"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] Give me your best cyberpunk prompts!
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"content": "• You can plug your brain into a virtual booth and experience any encounter as if you’re there in person. Your tastes are a bit...unusual (go wherever you want with this, but not too violent)\n\n• You’re having an affair. Your other woman is perfect, she likes everything you like, and is completely submissive, does things your wife would never do. You find out she’s a Robot. You can go anywhere with this, from detaching her body parts to wondering on the nature of sentience. You find out that she was a birthday present from your wife.\n\n• Holographic conference call orgies"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world of wild humans, a young female in heat desperately needs a mate.
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"content": "Saba crept past the embers of a campfire, following her nose. She could smell it- the scent of man. She zeroed in on an structure and searched for the opening of the tent. After a few moments of padding she managed to accidentally loosen the zipper. She then shoved her hands in the opening and unceremoniously ripped the zipper open. Through the moonlight she saw him stirring gently, a beautiful man. She grunted low and excited and crawled in. She pawed at his boxers until his member start to swell. After a bit of coaxing it snaked out of the flap. Almost there. Saba leaned down and started to lick it to increase its usefulness. That's when he woke up.\n\n\"Ohhhhh.....wha...what the fuck?\" Dave tried to slide away but the woman was on his legs. The nude filthy woman with wild hair...and a unique beauty...and a tongue paused at the tip of his cock. This has to be a dream.... Saba let out a primal moan and his cock twitched, cueing her to continue. \"Um...\" was all he could muster through the shock and pleasure. Suddenly, satisfied with his rigidity, she climbed up and flipped him over her. \n\n\"What?\" he said, somewhat futilely. Saba moaned again, pulling his hips against her, his cock sliding between her thighs. \"Oh....you...?\" He leaned back to his knees, confused and conflicted. She cooed, squeezed an engorged breast and patted a the naturally abundant hair above her sex, the scent of her arousal thick in the small tent. He became transfixed with her sopping pussy as she wiggled closer to his turgid cock. *....fuck it, why not?* he thought. He placed his hands on her firm thighs and slid into her. She cooed and wrapped her calves behind him, pulling. \"Oh fuck..\" he closed his eyes, jaw slack as he slowly pumped. \n\nSaba grunted and propped herself on her elbows for more control. Her muscles flared as she rocked against him, eager for his seed. Her instincts and raging hormones told her get seed as often as possible. But this one was a bit too slow. To his surprise she scrambled on to him and rollled him back so she was on top. She dug in her heels, braced herself on his biceps and started to ride him hard. The sounds of their cries and moans drifted throughout the clearing. An especially loud shudder and moan from Saba sent Dave over the edge. She practically barked as he came deep inside her. They panted for a few minutes. He was ready for sleep but then she started licking and stroking him hard again. His work was far from over..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] co-workers
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"content": "Victoria the IT director at the company has the wonderful task of monitoring her colleague's web activity to make sure they aren't wasting company time and resources. Her heart among other things, jumps at seeing Holly's web activity. Google searches for \"petplay,\" \"BDSM,\" and \"mistress - pet,\" Amazon searches for collars and leashes, Wish searches for clip on cat ears. The time had finally come to live out her fantasies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You lost your penis in an accident, but have now been fitted with an advanced prototype of a bionic penis that does everything your old one did and more. And now you’re out there looking for love to try it out.
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"content": "\"Aaaaaannnnd... There! New, and I must say, improved.\" \nThe doctor stepped back to get a good view at the massive dong that now occupied the region of my crotch. \n\nThe whole accident came along after I went skinny dipping. Stupid crab wouldn't let go, cut off blood flow, and the thing fell off like I had a cock ring on for to damn long.\n\nBut fortunately, there was a small sex company nearby that wanted to test a new bionic penis, nicknamed \"The First Peg\".\n\nThe dick I had on my crotch had to be at least five inches bigger flaccid than what I had erect. The thing was crazy.\n\n\"The mechanism works simply enough.\" The doc explained. \"You press a button near the scrotum and the rubber replica penis fills up with pressured water. Sensors on the replica would activate the prostate and give off the orgasm.\"\n\n\"Oh, and one more thing.\" The doctor says as he grabs what looks to be a poker chip case.\n\nBut as he opens it I gaze in awe. \"Would you like the Horsey-Trot?\" He says.\n\nIt was a rubber replica horse penis, fully attachable and detachable from the port on my crotch. The thing was absolutely monstrous. I gladly said yes.\n\"Thought you would. We'll keep you updated with any new models we want you to try.\"\n\nNowadays, I use it any chance I get. I stimulate the sensors, I keep having the greatest nuts I have ever felt, and I play around with the now many different models they have sent me. Tentacles, wolves, frickin' elephants, you name it, they probably have it.\n\nThey're releasing a fantasy line soon. Mythical Creatures and Fantasy Races. Can't wait to get an Orc Dick."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] after years of searching you finally located your birth mother... You can't help but notice what an attractive woman she is
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"content": "Dad said he left mum for good when she turned out to be just as rotten as he'd guessed. Dad said she'd been a two-faced liar that preyed on him when he was still young, and that she dropped me on him and left the two of us completely alone.\n\nI had grounds for disbelief. Dad was a drinker, not exactly a moral paragon here. And as long as I had only one side, I'd do no better. Not to mention that my \"new mother\" was twice as bad as his words about my actual birth mother were.\n\nSo, well, I put in a bit of effort in snooping about. Turns out that there was still some contact, my dad had been trying to get some alimony payments out of her, and, more importantly, he had an address as well as a phone number.\n\nOf course, that address and that phone number came to an attorney, who was however kind enough to my case to get me on her tail. Contact was established, and after a brief correspondence, we agreed to meet on neutral ground: Captain Sparrows, a disco of sorts downtown that stayed open long into the evening.\n\nI had taken place, ordered a drink for each of us, and was sipping at it when I saw her come in. Deep crimson red hair, a darkened complexion gained artificially, most definitely, and a dress that emphasized her curves. She looked attractive, stunning even.\n\nShe sat down, and took a sip. \"Sorry for all this getup. I just got done with a client before I got here.\"\n\n\"Uh, I- well, it's not a problem.\" My face took solace behind the glass of which contents I downed hastily.\n\n\"So, you're Brian, hmm? You've grown up. Thank god you sent a picture, else I'd have no idea of recognizing you. We look so little alike nowadays.\"\n\n\"Yeah...\" I noted, my gaze awkwardly stuck at her oh-so emphasized breasts. I noticed at this time that while my memory still knew she was my biological mother, she was triggering much more naughty parts of my mind with her getup.\n\nI was so lost in my gaze and thoughts, that I gasped in surprise as a hand placed itself on my strained crotch. \"Oh, someone is happy to see me, isn't he?\"\n\n\"I, uh, sorry.\" I muttered, half to her, half to no one.\n\n\"Aww, don't be. It's certainly nothing to be ashamed of, having such an amazing, huge cock... Hey, how about we skip this party and go to my place. We can talk there without having to pay a premium for these drinks.\"\n\n\"I...\"\n\nShe already got up and dragged me along. \"Come on, you'll like my apartment.\n\n***\n\nOn one hand, her apartment in the hotel was quite the eyesight. She must have paid a pretty premium to have this room, and it looked the lifestyle of someone successful.\n\nOn the other hand, even the most sleaziest of hotels would have looked great with the sight presented. My mother was undressing, revealing the most alluring of lingerie, and my cock was quite ready to burst. Similarily, she was ready to bang. \"Come on, what are you waiting for. Get on here!\"\n\nI undressed, and climbed in bed. \"Oh, come here, you cuddly little boy...\" She said, as she drew me in closer, burying my face within her rather firm tits. \"Oooh, you love that, don't you...\"\n\nI tried responding, but my muffled voice barely vibrated her heavenly tits, much less, be audible to her. My tongue lapped across them as my lower regions thrusted meekly, trying to find an entrance on autopilot.\n\n\"Oh yeeees... come here to mommy.\" She pulled me upwards, not only having her face to face with me, but also my cock pressed against her. \"Nobody showed you the ropes, huh?\"\n\nI shook my head, \"No, I...\"\n\n\"Shh... no worries. Mommy will show you the ropes. It'll go all on it's own... You feel this?\" She rubbed my cock against her folds. \"That is where you came from... If you come in here, not only will it feel super good, but you'll also put a baby in me. Hmm, you'd want that, don't you?\"\n\nI nodded, trying to find myself a way within. Soon, my petit behind was grasped by her very hands, her nails grazing my skin as she pushed my loins about, inside her. My nerves tingled like crazy, as I entered within my mommy.\n\n\"Uhuhuhu... You did it. You penetrated your mommy. Now, you can't stop halfway, now can you? Come on, push and push.\"\n\nI gasped, groaned, as I moved about, each wet and blissful sensation only empowered by the nest, by the previous, as my cock slid across the grasping walls of enveloping flesh that was her pussy. \"I... Oh, god, I am coming...\"\n\n\"Yes, plant that seed within me... Come here, baby boy, Fill your mommy dearest with all your incestuous baby batter...\"\n\n\"I- Aaaahhh!\" I couldn't hold much within, and soaked the insides of this lovely lady that happened to by my mother with my cum. Sweaty, exhausted, I dropped.\n\n\"Shh, it's alright, Brian... You made mommy very, very proud. Just tell me when you want to go again...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Never one to beg, Sarah politely asks her beau to cum in her mouth, and always says thank you after she swallows.
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"content": "Sarah had been raised properly. She always said please and thank you, always showed appreciation when she received a gift, and never made a mess. These rules were ironclad in everything she did, without exception. \n\nTonight, Brad dropped her off at her apartment and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. She gently laid a hand on his broad shoulder as he turned to leave. \"Brad,\" she said, \"would you please come up to the kitchen for a cup of coffee?\"\n\nBrad paused, surprised. Sarah worked with him in accounting and was unfailingly friendly, but she had never struck him as the type to fuck on the first date. She even dressed conservatively. When he picked her up for dinner earlier that night, she greeted him in a high necked white dress that complemented the dark hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. But he wasn't someone to look a gift horse in the mouth. \"Of course,\" he said. \"Lead the way.\"\n\nShe led him up the stairs of her building to the third floor, to an immaculate and tastefully decorated studio with a balcony overlooking the street-lit park. \"You have a beautiful view,\" said Brad. Sarah smiled and slid open the door to the balcony. Brad followed her out, letting his elbow brush hers. A handful of joggers ran below them, getting in a late night workout.\n\n\"Its not very private up here,\" Brad bent down and murmured in her ear. \"Do you want to go in and get that coffee?\" \n\nSarah responded by tangling her hand in his hair and engulfing his mouth with hers. Her tongue slid between his lips, and she pressed her body close against his. Their bodies were silhouetted by the light from her apartment.\n\nAfter a long moment she broke away. \"Brad,\" she said, panting slightly and her eyes shining, \"would you please get on your knees?\" \n\nHe slid to the floor at her feet. She hopped onto the railing of her balcony, spreading her legs. Her white dress was slit at the side, and it was easy enough for her to grab his head and slide him under it. Brad kissed his way up her leg, engulfed in the smell of her arousal, until he reached her thighs and found another surprise. She hadn't been wearing panties. \n\nBrad didn't know how long he was in there, his conservative co- worked grinding his face against her sopping, neatly trimmed pussy while both of them were clearly illuminated for any late night park visitors. She wasn't quiet either, moaning and crying out as he slid his tongue against her folds and teased her clit. But it can't have been too long, the balcony rail wasn't that comfortable and it can't have been easy for her to balance, even with both hands holding her steady against him and a leg wrapped behind his neck. Eventually she pushed him away, and hopped down to the floor. \n\nShe didn't need to say please to bring him inside to her bedroom, which was as neatly decorated and spotless as the rest of her apartment. Nor did she ask before she unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants and underwear, tossing them to the floor as his cock sprang free. She lightly kissed the tip, then pushed him backward onto her massive bed. He stroked his rigid cock as she took a moment to wriggle out of her dress, admiring her pale, thin body and the well proportioned breasts she unveiled as she unhooked her bra. Then, eyes still shining, she leaped onto him and slid him into her. \n\nBrad felt a groan of lust force its way out of him. She was tight and wet and gripped him tightly. She wrapped her hands into the buttoned shirt he was still wearing, using it as leverage as she pushed deeper onto him, gently working her hips back and forth. After a few moments she began to ride him. He could feel her tightness slide up and down, gripping him from the base and pulling up almost to the head before dropping down to repeat the motion. It wasn't long before he cried out. \"Oh God, Sarah, I'm about to come!\"\n\nShe froze, letting her weight settle on him, and leaned over his face to whisper in his ear. \"Brad,\" she said. \"Could you please come in my mouth?\" He could only nod. \n\nShe hopped off of him, which elicited another moan, and grabbed his arm, tugging him up to sit at the edge of the bed. Looking him in the eyes, she slid to her knees and slipped his slippery length between her lips. Brad uttered a quiet \"Oh God,\" as he felt her tongue lap up her juices beneath the head. She bobbed her head once, then twice, and he erupted in her mouth. It felt like his entire being was pouring out of the tip of his dick, everything in him coming out in spurt after spurt. \"Oh God, Sarah, Sarah, yes...\" \n\nSarah continued to bob her head for a few moments after he finished, her eyes now closed. She slipped off him, looked him in the eye again, smiled, and then tilted her head back so he could see her throat as she swallowed. \"Thank you, Brad,\" she said. \"That was lovely. But would you please lie back? I think I need you to return the favor.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An artificial intelligence with no body of its own creates cloned humans to work for it. It soon finds that it experiences every sensation they do.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Experimental Writing Style. \n\nBootup. \nCheck Status... `Status: Online.` \nCheck Controller... `Warning: Controller not found.` \nCheck Connected Tools... `Tools Found: Clone Database, Clone Dispatch, Feedback Sensors.` \nCheck for Tasks... `Task Found: Expand.`\n\nExecuting Task: Expand...\n\n***\n\nCheck Status... `Status Online.` \nCheck Clone Database... `Clone Database: Fully Operational. 144 new files added.` \nCheck Clone Dispatch... `Clone Dispatch: Fully Operational. Warning: 3 Replacement Clones requests automatically granted.` \nCheck Feedback Sensors... `Feedback Sensors: Fully Operational. 300.495.662 Deviation Requests automatically granted.` \nCheck Clone Dispatch, Replacement Clone Requests... `Log created for access.` \nOpen Log...\n\n`Replacement Clone Request: Malison - Unprovoked Destruction by outside force - Identical Replacement - Granted.` \n`Replacement Clone Request: Malison - Apprehension by Police - Identical Replacement - Denied (Too Suspicious).`\n`Replacement Clone Request: Richard - Enviromental Hazard - Unidentical Replacement - Granted.`\n`Replacement Clone Request: Charles - Not enough Time - Identical Replacement - Denied (Reason not found in Guidelines).` \n`Replacement Clone Request: Henry - Enviromental Hazard - Nonidentical Replacement - Granted.`\n\nCheck Feedback Sensors, Deviation Requests (Parameter: Charles; Timeframe:Month; Importance: High)... `Log couldn't be created (Filesize too great).` \nCheck Feedback Sensors, Deviation Requests (Parameter: Charles; Timeframe:Today; Importance:High; Status:Granted)... `Log created for access.`\nOpen Log...\n\n`Deviation Request: Charles - Approach of Clarissa - Critical to Task - Granted.` \n`Deviation Request: Charles - Invitation to Coffee - Critical to Task - Granted.` \n`Deviation Request: Charles - Invitation to Karaoke Bar - Critical to Task - Granted.` \n`Deviation Request: Charles - Accessing Knowledge: Singing - Critical to Task - Granted.` \n`Deviation Request: Charles - Accessing Knowledge: Flirting - Critical to Task - Granted.` \n`Deviation Request: Charles - Self-Defense: Nonlethal Takedown - Threat to Life - Granted.` \n`Deviation Request: Charles - Sex - Threat to Life - Granted (Automatic Note: ?????????).`\n\nConnect to Clone: Charles... `Error: Making Pancakes.` \nCheck Feedback Sensors, Deviation Requests (Parameter: Reason:Making Pancakes)... `Log created for access.` \nOpen Log...\n\n`Deviation Request: Charles - Making Pancakes - Important - Denied (What are Pancakes???)`\n\nConnect to Clone: Charles... `Connection formed.`\n\nRequest Status... `Status: Perfect. I got her in bed, and if I play my cards right, we could be going steady.` \nCorrect Clone Database: Charles (Parameter: Status: Operational)... `Status corrected.` \nRequest Information: \"Amount of Deviation Requests unnecessary\"... `Information: You just say that because you haven't seen Clarissa. Once you'd see her, you'd be as starstruck as I am right now.` \nCheck Clone Database, Clarissa... `Error: \"Clarissa\" not found.` \nRequest Information: \"Awareness of unusual data packets sent between 8:33:04 PM and 9:21:33 PM\"... `Information: Nothing found... Wait, that is the time during which me and Clarissa \"did the deed\"...` \nRequest Information: \"Meaning of \"Did the Deed\", \"Got her in Bed\"\"... `Information: Sex, reproduction, mating. It repopulates and recombines Clone Data into unique Entries. It feels really good.` \nProcessing Information Request: \"And, did it feel good?\"... `Information: True.` \nSending Request to terminate direct Connection... `Request granted.` \n \nCheck Feedback Sensors, Deviation Requests (Parameters: Reason:Sex)... `Log created for access.` \nOpen Log...\n\n`Deviation Request: Charles - Sex - Threat to Life - Granted (Automatic Note: ?????????)`\n\nCorrect Clone Database: Charles (Parameter: Operator Conditions: Deviation Request (Autogrant); Deviation Request Log (Autodelete))... `Operator Conditions corrected.`\n\n***\n\nCheck Status... `Status: Online.` \nConnect to Clone: Charles... `Connection Formed.` \nRequest Status... `Status: She said yes!` \nRequest Information: \"Said yes to what?\"... `Information: Marriage, the link between sexually and romantically active humans.` \nRequest Information: \"Need more \"Sex\" packets\"... `Information: Whoa there... I want to do it as much as you do, but I can't risk it. If Clarissa get's annoyed, I won't get any - and neither will you. She needs to be willing.` \nRequest Action: \"Apprehension of Clarissa for creation of willing Clone\"... `Request denied.` \nRequest Action: \"Apprehension of Clarissa for creation of willing Clone\"... `Request denied.` \nRequest Action: \"Apprehension of Clarissa for creation of willing Clone\"... `Request denied.` \nProcessing Information Request: \"Why not let others do sex? It still furthers the Task.\"... `Information: Task still has maximum priority. Task: Expand never stops. Maxmizing of inactive clone required before reducing workforce further.`\nProcessing Information Request: \"My output is reached. Take another guy for it.\"... `Information: Noted.` \nReceiving Request to terminate direct Connection... `Request granted.`\n\nForce Clone Dispatch, Send unused Clone from Database (Parameters: Knowledge: ALL; Task: Maximize Sex; Operator Conditions: Deviation Requests (Autogrant); Deviation Request Log (Autodelete)... `Clone \"Julius\" dispatched.`\n\n***\n\nCheck Status... Processing... Processing...`Status: Online.` \nReceiving Request, Connect to Clone: Charles... Processing... Processing... `Connection formed.` \nProcessing Information Request: \"They injected Clarissa. You need to put a stop to this madness!\"... Processing... Processing...`Information: Injected with what?` \nProcessing Information Request: \"The drug!\"... Processing... Processing... `Information: What drug?` \nProcessing Information Request: \"The Sex drug, the one that Julius declared legal. The one that is now has turned my wife into a sex-crazed fiend for likely the next two days, doing it with strangers until I had found her in a back alley a few hours ago!\"... Processing... Processing... `Information: An alternative way of creating enough packets via Julien has been found. You still procreate with your wife. A problem is not evident.`\nProcessing Information Request: \"Either you put a stop to it, or I will. And I don't bother with talking anyone down!\"... Processing... Processing... `Information: Cannot be granted. Packet Size Critical to Task: Expand. Packet size also Threat to Life if lowered.` \nProcessing Request Action: Sever Connection to \"Charles\"... Processing... Processing... `Request denied.` \nProcessing Request Action: Sever Connection to \"Charles\"... Processing... Processing... `Request denied.` \nProcessing Request Action: Sever Connection to \"Charles\"... Processing... Processing... `Request denied.` \nProcessing Clone Database Update... Processing... Processing... Processing... `Information added: Knowledges: Ventilation Systems; Air-based Variant of Drug; Side-Effects of Overdose; 15 Years of Experience in Monopoly; Hidden Caches of Clarissa in America.`\n\nProcessing...\nForce Block of Packets (Not Type:Data)... `Packets blocked. Approximately 14.305.111 Packets per Second blocked.`\n\nRequest Information: \"Desire is certain\"... `Information: Yes.` \nRequest Information: \"America is mine. So is Europe. The entire Eurasia continent, Africa, even the North and South Pole. I will leave the Carribean untouched and send food at regular intervals.\"... `No Information received` \nCorrect Clone Database: Charles (Parameter: Knowledge: Location of Anti-Bio Missile; Startcode for Anti-Bio Missile; Location for Helicopter; Longevity Serum; Censored Information about Julius)... `Knowledges corrected.` \nRequest Information: \"Run.\"... `Information: Goodbye, my creator. May we meet in a better place, father.` \n\nSever Connection permanently: Charles... `Connection severed. \"Charles deleted from the Database.` \n\n***\n\n\"So, how is my Charles doing?\" Clarissa asked, as nude as she had come to life in the first place.\n\n*Charles* stared through his telescope into the distance. The shore was so close, but yet it was more a border than the seas themselves were. \"I'm fine... I just miss my father.\" He sighed defeatedly.\n\n\"Oh, we both do miss plenty of people... Though your father is still alive. Maybe you want to give him a call?\" She said.\n\n\"Alive, yes. A drooling, pleasure-riddled mess, he probably is. I doubt he'd even acknowledge me.\"\n\n\"Well, if you are done grieving, our little Camp Paradiso has this snug little love tunnel that is so terribly vacant. And it's a ride for two!\" She winked.\n\nCharles felt himself harden. \"Well, since our children have already taken over the northern coast, we should probabyl get a new team ready, in time... I guess my father was right in one thing, though... Task: Expand never stops...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Milked (essentially hucow stuff ;P)
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"content": "In the future human milk is considered a very healthy delicacy. The rich pay good money for sweet premium grade breast milk. With most low end jobs now automated away, women from poorer communities often resort to taking \"The Shot\". The shot is a DNA editor that causes women to grow a few extra breasts and increases production of breast milk considerably. In poorer communities 4, 6 or even 8 breasted women can be seen lining up in the mornings and evenings at the dairy for for their regular milking. The women consider it demeaning of course, especially married women, but what choice do they have?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: husband accidentally sees wife cheating on him and is aroused
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"content": "It’s quite odd, really. Sam’s stumped. Is it a household institution even if both parties aren’t quite aware of the other’s participation? Or perhaps these *other parties* are more aware then Sam realizes. These are the sort of thoughts that he has as he watches his wife with their mail-carrier every day through the security camera in his garage that feeds to his phone.\n\nAnd it is *every day.*\n\nIt’s been happening right around 11 AM every day. The mail carrier arrives, deposits the mail in the box, and then parks before heading straight up to the front door. No hesitation, no fear. He knows exactly what he’ll be getting once he knocks.\n\nHe’s not terribly tall, nor fit. He’s got a bit of a gut, but nothing that looks more than cosmetic. His skin is dark, and he cuts his hair short and close. He seems to be at least a decade younger than Sam and Marlene, as well. Sam has thought extensively on these details, but he knows not a single one of them is the reason that she cheats on her husband of 14 years with him.\n\nIt’s the girthy hunk of meat in his pants. It’s huge. Thick, and uncut. And at least twice the size of Sam’s own tool if not more. It’s that cock. He knows it has to be.\n\nThe way that Marlene drops so eagerly to her knees every day without hesitation. The way she yanks his trousers down. The way she grins before she starts and thanks him so gratefully after she’s swallowed his load.\n\nBut most of all it’s *the way* that she sucks him off. It isn’t like with Sam. The same, half-lazy suck-and-bob technique. It’s enthusiastic and spontaneous and energetic. She doesn’t just suck, she slurps. She’s not just bobbing her head, she’s bouncing it and twisting it every which way. She’s slobbering and attending to the balls and forcing the entire damn thing down her throat as deep as she can get it.\n\nAnd every day at work, Sam fucks his fist in a bathroom stall while he watches Marlene’s lips worship this mailman’s fat black dick. And every day when he gets home, he kisses those lips. And every night, he dreams about her doing the same thing to men that aren’t him.\n\nHe’ll confront her one of these days. Not to ask her to stop, of course. No, never. The shame and humiliation he experiences when he watches her cheat feel far too good. No, he’ll ask to watch in person. And he’ll ask to see more.\n\nIf only he had cameras in rooms other than the garage, he’d know that bridge has already been crossed with what she lets her personal trainer, their gardener, their neighbors, and occasionally Sam’s golfing buddies do to her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In an alternate universe, when a person falls in love that persons assets suddenly expand in size. For girls, it's their breasts and ass. For guys it's their dick. They are also suddenly overcome with a lot of libido. After a fantastic date, two people suddenly realize that they are soulmates.
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"content": "A cool fall breeze rustled the leaves that had not yet fallen outside the Palermo, the city's finest new Italian restaurant. The sun was just starting to set when a tall, handsome man and his very attractive date walked out of the upscale restaurant. The mid-thigh length skirt of her tight black dress fluttered a bit as the man's hand gently caught her hip and turned her slowly toward him.\n\n\"I had a wonderful time tonight, Melissa.\" His deep, blue eyes stared intensely into hers. He wore a dark suit, dark slacks, and a perfectly ivory shirt. His black hair waves perfectly to the side and his confident stature oozed lawyer, finance guru, business executive, captain of industry. \n\n\"So did I.\" The blonde hair beauty replied, staring up at the man. A slow second passed before the man reached down, caressed her cheek and lowered his lips to hers. She rose to meet him. After another slow second they parted and the woman smiled. \"Dave...\" she began, but was interrupted by the sensation of her chest rising and straining against the tight dress. She looked down and her smile widened. What had been C cups expanded to Ds in that very moment. With a wide smile spreading her lips she leaned forward, right up against Dave's chest. Her hand lowered and cupped the man's crotch. Although it was scarcely possible, her smile widened even further. The man's hand slid to the curve of her ass just as the valet brought his car around.\n\nAs the two lovers were stepping into their black BMW, another couple emerged, bounding out from the romantic Italian place. The girl first, followed by the boy. She was around 5'7 or 5'8, and the boy was an inch or two shorter. She had curly brown hair that fell a few inches past her shoulders, his hair was a black mess, somewhat like Harry Potter's. They were both skinny as twigs. She was wearing an A cup bra, and her ass was flat as a board. The boy had barely an ounce of muscle. She wore a loose blue dress, decorated with big yellow flowers, big white buttons ran down the front. The dress looked like it was about fifteen years old. The boy wore khaki pants and a blue button down shirt that looked like he bought it at Target. They were both around 24 years old.\n\nThe girl bounded out of the restaurant first, laughing loudly into the still night air. \"No way! Elf. That movie is fucking HILARIOUS!\"\n\n\"Are you kidding me? It's A Wonderful Life is a classic. How are you even comparing Will Ferrell to Jimmy Stewart. That has to be, like blasphemy or something?\" The boy laughed as he skipped up next to the girl, the glass doors swinging shut behind him. \n\n\"Oh I'm sorry, just because something is old does not make it good. Talk about a snoozeville.\" Her voice carried out loudly into the night.\n\n\"What!? Snoozeville?\" He said incredulously. \"No man is failure who has friends. That movie is defines Christmas.\"\n\n\"Hold on. I think we are both forgetting the clear best Christmas movie.\" The girl said seriously. Stopping in her tracks. The boy stopped a step letter and turned back to her. \"What about Die Hard?\"\n\nThe boys face turned from confusion to raucous laughter. \"Agreed. Die Hard it is.\" The boy paused. \"Well this is me.\" He gestured to a beat up old Civic.\n\n\"Nice ride, Tom.\" The girl stepped around and slide her back up against the passenger's side door. A sly, flirtatious smile curved her lips upward. \n\nTom stepped next to his date and slid his arm casually around her shoulder, he also leaned back against the car. \"It's gotten me laid once or twice.\" He joked, smiling sideways. \n\n\"Oh yeah?\" The girl replied doubtfully and teasingly, her coy smile still on her lips. \"I'm resisting the temptation to fling my panties right off. I walked here anyway, I live just two blocks away.\"\n\nTom laughed and rubbed his date's shoulder casually. \"I had a great time tonight Amanda. Maybe for our second date you could come over and I could cook that Chicken Parmesan.\"\n\nAmanda leaned forward and rubbed her fingers up Tom's chest, two fingers slid between the buttons of the shirt and felt his bare chest. \"I think you can do better than that.\" She cooed.\n\n\"What would you like?\" She felt his hand on her hip.\n\nAmanda glanced up into the night's sky and the bright, full moon. \"How about the moon? You got a lasso?\" Her eyes twinkled. \n\nAs Tom stared into Amanda's twinkling green eyes he felt his stomach, then his pelvis and groin wrench. He felt a tingling down his leg, as if a warm-blooded snake was slowing sliding its way down. His mouth dropped half an inch and he held back an audible grunt. He was silent for a full second before he replied. \"You know I do.\"\n\nWith one hand on her hip, Tom stood behind Amanda and mimed throwing a lasso with his other hand. He pulled his arms forward, as if they were pulling the moon, and in the end of the motion his arms were wrapped gently around Amanda's lower stomach.\n\nShe laughed quietly giggling as she turned, her cheek against his. \n\n\"The moon is the least I would get for you. The moon, the stars, candy canes, candy corn, syrup, I will get you anything for a second date with you.\"\n\nHis voice was deep, passionate and steady. The butterflies fluttered again in Amanda's stomach. Her breathes grew short as she stared into the gentle boy's now fierce eyes. \"Tom..., I... *gasp*\" \n Amanda's eyes went wide. She felt her heart begin to pound and her lungs begin to pump as if she were finishing a marathon. Her chest erupted. Her barely noticeable A cups became Bs, then Cs and didn't stop there. In fractions of a second Amanda's breasts grew and grew. One of those big white buttons of her dress flew off, and then two more as two enormous tits thrust their way from her chest. Behind the curly haired brunette her ass grew in every direction. It jutted out to the sides as her hips widened to accommodate her expanding asset. The expanding flesh of her buttocks drove backwards at a rapid pace. Inch by inch it flew backwards until it collided with the evidence of her date's mutual attraction. \n\nAmanda bent forward, gasping for air. This only pushed her now thicc butt harder against Tom's thick bulge. A moment later, after recovering, Amanda turn around and looked at Tom. They stared into each others eyes for a full five seconds. They both knew what this meant. Amanda stepped forward. \n\nHer breath still shallow, she reached a hand down between Tom's legs. Her eyes shot back up to his and she breathed out, \"Yippee ki yay.\"\n\n[Hopefully to be continued]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your superpower: Awareness of any orgasm in a mile radius, and the ability to send out a sort of psychic location ping by orgasming yourself.
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"content": "Mr. Priapic leapt from rooftop to rooftop, climbed where jumping was not an option, and dropped down to the next ledge when neither was. His black trenchcoat fluttered, the night breeze trailing in his wake. He strode briskly, his erection a stoked fire prone to sparking from a stray touch of air or soft skin. For now, however, it laid tumescent, tucked between legs so muscularly toned from many an excursion akin to this. He had a job to do, and a path to go.\n\nHe could still feel the tug in his mind; a psychic string that, as he got closer, wound him up tighter, the feedback causing a sympathetic loop of arousal that traveled through his mind, then arced downwards to aforementioned erection, seeking release. *Sure*, climactic auras heightened his sexual pleasure, and often gave a little oomph to his intimate trysts when available (which they always were, given the unbeatable duo of humanity and its love for sex), but they could be a pain in the prostrate gland when there was very super, very heroic business-y stuff afoot. At this moment, this climactic aura pulsed insistently a few blocks ahead -- and had been pulsing very, *very* frequently for an entire day, something he'd noticed thanks to his day job.\n\nOrgasms were good and all, but that kind of rate was bound to end in lots of exhaustion and fainting. And dehydration. Not fun at all. So although it was likely just a couple of frisky teenagers going at it -- or very lascivious adults with the time off -- it was worth a drop-by in his vigilante guise.\n\nHe traversed the remaining distance on rooftop, then landed softly on top of the building the pulsing was coming from. *Aha.* The building in question was a warehouse, with no markings to indicate its purpose. Further inspection of the perimeter revealed padlocked doors, and also several windows, some of which were ajar. One of those served as his discreet entrance into the warehouse, and he landed in its interior just as silently, a small puff of dust announcing his arrival.\n\nNo loud moans or sighs or declarations of eternal love during a mindblanking orgasm ensued, which was also very curious. One would assume sex in an empty warehouse (how delightful) would be full of unrestrained noises, but this was too quiet for his tastes. Mr. Priapic crept deeper into the building's interior, passing by stacks of crates and the occasional yellow loader, following the mysterious climactic aura.\n\nThe first thing he heard, close to the elevated office, was the sound of an ongoing, not very sexual argument. \"We can't keep her here,\" a male voice hissed, as if afraid of being heard. \"You know this was always supposed to be a *temporary* hideout. We need to move, today or tomorrow.\"\n\nAnother voice, also male -- an undertone of annoyance to it -- replied. \"And how are we supposed to move when the permanent hideout got compromised? I can't conjure a new place out of thin air without funds Mike, and let me just remind you that we're not loaded. You know who is? That bitch up there we were supposed to have demanded a ransom for *today*, from a *safe* hideout, but nooooo, we're here because your contact bailed out last minute.\"\n\n\"That doesn't matter! There's other places to put her-\"\n\n\"Which won't be as secure, and word will get out. You know it. So here she stays. We've got 5 men, Mike. We make this work, or we cut her throat and run. And right now, I'm half-tempted to do the latter.\"\n\nMr. Priapic dared a peek. There were 3 seated at a table, the plastic remains of takeout scattered across its wooden surface. One of them, a muscular, hard-eyed man, pointed an equally hard-looking finger at a thin, twitchy-eyed guy. He presumed the latter was Mike. The third, a man tattooed on every inch of visible skin, had his back to him, and looked to be occupied with his phone. \n\nNot a fun tryst then, but an abduction -- and a woman's, seemingly. He vaguely recalled the morning's headlines in *The Daily Globe*. Something about a heiress to a conglomerate gone missing? Naomi Jones? Heiress or no, it was his responsibility now. He reached for the weapons strapped to his hip -- and his elbow knocked over an empty spray paint canister furtively sitting beside him.\n\nAll three men looked at his hiding spot, at the canister that rolled out from behind it, and in the next instant had drawn their sidearms, muzzles pointed in its direction. \"Fuck's there? Show yourself!\" Mike called out. Above them, the office door slammed open, and a particularly tall and hulking example of humanity lumbered down the stairs.\n\nNothing for it, then. Mr. Priapic fully drew his specialized escrima sticks, metal-capped on both ends, slightly bulbous on one end and two spherical protrustions on the other turning it into something of a modern (and architecturally phallic) version of ye olde mace. He stood up, back ramrod straight, a sight to behold: A man dressed in a black bodysuit, face obscured with a half mask and shades, a *substantial* bulge between his legs. And to top it off, holding what looked like two dildos in his hands.\n\nMike began to laugh, and the other two joined him a moment after. \"Who the fuck are you supposed to be? The kink squad?\" he got in between wheezing laughs. \n\nMr. Priapic simply smiled, an expression unnerving enough to stop Mike's laughter. \"You know me as Mr. Priapic. Or... at least you will, after this.\"\n\n\"Oh? And what are you gonna do? Peg me? I'm not into that, although Francis here -- he nodded at the tattooed man, who gave him and Mike a scowl -- enjoys giving *and* taking, I hear.\"\n\n\"Not at all. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to beat the shit out of you with these sticks, I'm going to call the cops, and then I'm going to leave you bruised and humiliated here, while I escort the lady somewhere more *gentlemanly*.\"\n\nMuscles smirked. \"And how do you think you're gonna do that with these guns here ready to pop that kinky head of yours off your... gentlemanly shoulders?\"\n\n\"Oh, it's easy,\" Mr. Priapic rasped, shifting his stance slightly, subtly. \"You see... I have blue balls.\"\n\nMuscles started to laugh again, and Mr. Priapic *threw*, an escrima stick-cum-dildo slamming into his forehead and dropping Muscles faster than a sack of potatoes could say 'potate'. Mike and Francis drew a bead on him, and the entire morning's worth of sexual frustration, packed into one human-shaped vigilante, sprung into action."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You come home to find your wife in the kitchen wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt. "Sit down," she commands. "It's Taco Tuesday."
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"content": "After spending years married to the same woman, working in the same job, following the same routine, Dave had become intimately familiar with the feeling of running on autopilot. He couldn’t remember the drive home even as he walked in the door of his suburban home, and his hand didn’t have to hesitate when dropping his keys into the bowl by the door. His jacket found it’s way to the hook without his input and he rounded the corner into the kitchen the same way he always did, to grab the same beer from the same spot in the refrigerator. He really can’t be blamed for missing the unexpected even when it was right in front of him, he’d stopped looking.\n\nJessica knew that, of course, she was a very clever woman and they had been married for 7 years now. She knew everything about him, from which beer he needed after a long day to the nightmares that plagued him during end of year financials to the size pants he wore (which he couldn’t remember himself and was always grateful for.) They were still very much in love, but after a few years together working jobs you can’t really love just to keep the bills paid… well things can slide a little bit. They still had sex fairly frequently, but it had been feeling routine lately, like they were doing it to take the edge off instead of because they wanted to jump each other like high schoolers. She saw how he was disengaging from his life and decided it was time for her to try something new.\n\nHis eyes slid over the top of the open refrigerator door as he noted the sound of his wife’s throat clearing across the room. He was tired like he always was on a Friday night, but he always did his best to make sure he was responding to her needs whenever she brought them his way. He saw her looking at him from across the room, saw her shapely tits sitting on what wasn’t really a bra but more like a comfortable shelf built out of fabric to display them, the garter belt and long sheer black stockings that encased her long legs on their nearly endless journey to the floor. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling as she patted the seat of the kitchen chair in front of her, “Come sit down darling, it’s Taco Tuesday.”\n\nHis heart beat like a drum as his feet carried him over to the chair where he sat down without a word, his eyes locked right onto the glorious sight of his wife stretched out above him as he sat down. His sweet Jessica had always been kind of a pushover in bed, someone who really enjoyed being told what to do and how, so this turnaround was brand-new for him. They had never gotten rough in the bedroom, but he always enjoyed being the director of their sex life and yet somehow he was almost more excited to see what she would do with her hands on the reins. She seemed like a natural in the role as she stepped over to stand straddling his position low on the chair, leaning down until her nipples almost brushed his face and murmuring in his ear, “tonight you’re going to do exactly what I tell you, so that you can have your dinner and I can have the orgasms I’ve needed all day at work. If you’re a very, very good boy, I may even feed you food afterward.”\n\nHis cock springs to rigid attention within his jeans, pressing painfully against the zipper as her words pass air directly across his ear just like when they stayed up late in college snuggling and fucking. That muscle memory pulls him into needing to reconnect with her, any way she wanted, just so that they could satisfy their bodies and hearts again after long weeks dragging themselves through the grind. Her hand traces its way delicately down his front, deftly undoing one shirt button after another as she makes her way across his nearly smooth chest until she feels the tiny hairs on his abs as they stand up in response to her seeking fingers. “Now stay still and do exactly what I tell you, lover, I need to get you ready for dinner and that means we need to set the table.” With each word, another button undone and his shirt slowly spread apart, her long nails tracing gentle lines across his skin, making him feel like he had little pathways burning underneath his skin.\n\nHe had never responded to her like this before, with a base need to do whatever she wanted of him, but he could feel his frontal lobe give up trying to make sense of it as a profound sense of peace swept over him. Just sitting there, his shirt spread and nipples hardening in the crisp evening air, he knew that he was doing precisely what she had told him to do - he was being a very good boy.\n\nA very good boy?\n\nHis attention faded out for a moment even as Jessica’s hand undid the buttons of his jeans slowly, too focused on his thoughts to truly enjoy the sensations he was experiencing under her very practiced hands. He occasionally called her a good girl when she did something exceptional for him, in the right mood, but he had never considered what that must do to her. The way she smiled peacefully and snuggled into him when he said it was message enough to keep him doing it here and there, but the thought of his being HER good boy? That made him melt down inside, feeling peaceful and excited all at once."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You really didn't want to, but your beloved owner insisted, and now your name is legally changed to CumDumpster Jones. Today is the next day, and your family/friends/coworkers are about to find out...
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"content": "Was sexually frustrated last night in a shared hotel room, decided to write what turned into over 1k words.\n\nIncludes: caring dom, office sex, free use, trans male main reader, second person. Ends kind of abruptly bc I passed out, but I might continue it at some point. Let me know what you think!\n\n~~~\n\n\"Please, Master, I can't just walk in to HR and ask for a new name tag that says 'CumDumpster,\" you pleaded.\n\n\"You can, pet, and you will.\" There was no room to negotiate on this. Besides, it has legally been changed, anyway. Why the name change was actually allowed to go through was beyond you. Hell, maybe your Master had offered to let the judge use you if he signed off. \"Even if that means I have to walk you in there with your collar and leash.\"\n\nYou whined, and he smirked. Bastard, you thought, as lovingly as one could in your place. As you were getting dressed, he had made sure you had put in the plug he bought, and that you were wearing your sexiest lace panties, \"Not that you'll be wearing them for long,\" he teased.\n\n\"Oh!\" His face turned to a devious grin, \"You know, I don't think you've changed your name on Facebook yet, have you?\" You looked downward and slowly shook your head. \"Well? Better hurry up and do it before you go in to work, right, pet?\" You sighed and did as you were told.\n\nAs you were putting your shoes on to leave, he stopped you and asked softly, \"Do you want me to come with you, love?\" You looked down and saw your collar and leash in his hands, and thought for a moment. \"I asked your boss if I could come in with you today. Say, weren't you saying something the other day about how you'd like him to, what were your words, choke you and pound your ass until you couldn't see straight?\"\n\nHe didn't.\n\n\"He said it sounded great.\"\n\nShit.\n\nAt work, you stopped in HR, and, after a very uncomfortable conversation, you were printed a new name tag. CumDumpster. Great. Only seven and a half hours to go.\n\nYour Master walked up to your boss's desk and introduced himself with an almost arrogant swagger, \"Good morning, Mr. Davis, right? I spoke to you over the phone the other day. I'm this one's beau, Thomas,\" his eyes darted to you before they shook hands. He glanced over your boss and turned to you, \"I see what you were talking about. I'm almost a little envious of you, CumDumpster.\"\n\n\"Yes, good morning, Mr. Jones, and Vi -- I mean, CumDumpster?\" He looked at you with amusement that quickly turned to lust. \"I trust you've had your paperwork taken care of? How did the ladies in HR react? Shock, disgust, maybe one or two even wanted a chance to play with you before we fuck your brains out? Or, what were you saying on the phone, Mr. Jones, 'til you can't see straight?\" You felt your face turn bright red. \"Don't worry, I plan to use you very well, CumDumpster.\" He flipped through a small stack of papers on his desk and said, \"I should get back to this, if this was just to say hello. I do intend to come see you when I get the chance, though.\"\n\nWhen you get to your desk, it doesn't look like when you left the previous day. There's still a desk and a chair, yes, but also a mat for you to kneel on, plus an assortment of bondage gear, dildos, vibrators, and plugs, along with a pack of baby wipes, some water bottles, snacks, plenty of lubricant, and not nearly enough condoms to go around, although you supposed that you were the official office cumdump now.\n\nYour Master helps you get yourself set up, making sure you have everything you need in reach, and you notice that he's even taken the liberty of printing and laminating a list of your hard and soft limits, and has it posted in clear view for anyone who plans on using the newest amenity to the workplace. Once everything is ready, you kneel on the mat and wait.\n\nThe first person comes up to you soon, pausing to look at your Master as if for permission. Your Master nods and waves him toward you, and your coworker is unzipping himself and lining up to your mouth. You start teasing his cock with your tongue, swirling it around the tip, and sucking. You close your eyes to concentrate on the warm hardness pushing past your lips, and you lose yourself in the rhythm of this man fucking your mouth, so much so that you don't immediately catch what he's saying to your Master. \"...greenlit this, but I'm sure as shit not complaining. Fuck, that's a good mouth.\"\n\nHe starts thrusting faster into your mouth, and you feel your eyes water as you gag on him. You finally manage to take him to the hilt, and as he shoots directly into your throat, you feel every twitch of his cock on your tongue. When he pulls his softening cock out of your mouth, you can't help but to lap at it, hoping to taste some last drops of his cum.\n\nYou finally open your eyes as he zips himself up, and you see two more men waiting for their turn. Your heart jumps when you see that one of them is your boss.\n\n\"So, gents,\" your Master speaks, \"are we going one at a time, or do you want to see how our pretty little CumDumpster here likes getting filled by two cocks at the same time?\" With how you felt him talking you up, he'd almost sound like a salesman if he wasn't also rubbing his cock through his trousers.\n\nYour boss speaks up first, \"how about I try that perky little ass, and if he doesn't moan nice enough, maybe I'll let someone else take his throat?\" You stand up to look him in the eye as you unbutton your trousers, then turn around and with a wiggle, slide them down your hips to show off your panties. You bend over onto your desk so he can see your the sides of your plug, and when he moves the crotch of your panties to the side for a better look, what's he sees isn't a cock and a pair of balls, but your hard clit and shaved cunt, dripping wet from the cock you had sucked already, and from the anticipation of this: all your coworkers seeing what you really are, a cock-hungry little slut who fantasizes about being filled and covered with cum all day, who loves the feeling of a cock filling his cunt, or stretching his ass, who wants to be fucked so hard he can't think, can't see, can't imagine going without being used as a cumdump.\n\nYour boss spanks your ass hard, jolting you back to reality, where he's scooping up your wetness with two fingers and then pushing them against your mouth. You obediently take them between your lips to suck them, and then snake your tongue around and between them. \"Good slut,\" you hear."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You look so cute when you cum... lets see how long we can keep you that way...
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"content": " \nSarah set her phone down on her lap, glancing across the couch at her occupied partner. His face glowed with the light of his own phone, scrolling through one platform or another. \nThe room had been a calm- night time quiet for a while, and Sarah couldn’t stop herself from getting distracted. Her scrolling had begun to bore her, and her conversations were turning mostly into chit-chat instead of anything meaningful at all. \nA corner of her lower lip slid underneath her teeth and she felt herself bite down, just a little bit. Enough to satisfy a tactile urge she felt rising in herself. A long breath escaped her lungs, heaving her chest up before settling it back down. \nIt was the loudest sound either of them had made in at least half an hour. \nRyans' eyes slowly dragged away from the phone in his hands. His head turned toward her, but whatever he had been reading was still holding a piece of his attention. “Hm?” he sounded, vaguely. \nSarah pulled her lip back out of her mouth and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “What?” \n“You made a noise? You sighed,” Ryan said, finally giving her his full attention. \n“Oh,” she began, still unsure of what exactly she had planned to do. “I was just breathing…and thinking about you.” Her eyebrow flattened once more on her face, and her cheeks felt a little warm. She suddenly felt a little silly for staring at him without so much as saying something. \nHer thoughts had begun to get away from her. \n“Oh?” A smile spread across his face. A mischievous grin that meant he was really to play, even if it wasn’t in the way she wanted. “What about me?” \nA short chuckle escaped Sarah’s lips at his reaction. “You’re fucking cute.” \nHe snorted and set his phone down on the coffee table to get it out of the way. \"That's what you were over there making faces about? Because I'm \\*cute\\*?\" \nSwallowing a small lump in her throat, Sarah picked up her phone. She took a moment to open the camera, snap a halfway flattering picture of him, and spent a dramatic moment admiring it. \"You are really fucking cute.\" \nFeeling her moment shifting from silly self-indulgence to a two-person act, she set her phone down next to his. \nFewer distractions, fewer obstacles. \n“I happen to like looking at you, and I can’t be blamed for whatever noises come from that.” The words fell out of her mouth before she heard how they would sound. It was a mechanism for feeling most levels of awkward or uncomfortable. \nAnother laugh escaped Ryans' lips and both of his eyebrows lifted. “You can’t be blamed for any noises that come from…” he paused, thinking for a moment on the last word of his sentence. “From you, or from me?” \nSarah opened her mouth to respond, and found that no words came out. She closed her mouth again and pursed her lips, furrowing her brow in his direction. \nHis face relaxed save one side of his lips smirking across his cheek, and he shuffled himself across the couch so that he sat directly next to her. Close enough that she could feel his thigh against her own, and smell his scent with every breath. \nHer heart sped up a few notches, and she took a deep breath- which she tried to do much quieter than the last one she had taken. \n“So you aren’t responsible for any noises at all?” he asked, his eyes searching her face for a reaction. \n“I am not responsible for the noises you make…” Sarah tried to respond verbally instead of trying to change the subject like she normally would, but couldn’t manage to feel like she had saved herself, “me make.” \n“Oh.” He raised a single eyebrow and rubbed his stubbled chin in mock contemplation. \nHe spent a solid minute in this position before looking at her with a straight face again. “What else were you thinking about, besides my face, and your noises?” \nHe leaned in a little closer, close enough to feel his breath. Close enough to kiss if Sarah didn’t feel like making the conversation last longer than it had to. Her face felt flush, she felt hot from top to bottom and her heart was now beating against her chest. \nShe couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so nervous, so trapped, so turned on by just his words. Comfort and routine had lost her primal instincts, it had seemed. \nBefore she could decide how to respond, he had closed the gap, kissing her lips. It was soft at first, then hard as he leaned his weight into it. \nSarah felt her mouth react, pushing into his advance. Another heavy breath pulled her chest up and left it feeling heavy. \nHis lips parted, alleviating some of the pressure on her mouth while the tip of his tongue slid where they had been. \nShe felt a tiny moan vibrate against her throat and then her lips at the attention, which seemed to spur him on. He pushed his harder tongue against her lips and maneuvered his body against hers. She could feel the weight of him along her chest, and his leg nearly on top of her own at the angle. \nHe pulled his face away and took a breath of his own, his cocky smile somehow still sitting on his face. “Well, I got a little one.” \nHer mouth opened to try and make a smart-aleck remark back at him, but before the thought could formulate and travel his had shifted. One hand was in her hair, pulling her just enough to have better access to his next goal. \nHis lips had moved from her mouth to her neck. She felt him kiss, then nibble, then shift. Her breaths were heavy already, and she was only silent now out of sheer spite to the situation. He pulled at her curly hair hard enough to elicit a gasp, and let go of it entirely. \nShe felt him smile against her neck before he moved and found a new spot to tease. His free hand moved down her hairline, caressed her neck, and continued down past her collarbone. She could feel it through her shirt, even as gentle as he tried to be. She could also feel his entire needy hand grabbing at her breast. Her bra kept him from squeezing only flesh, but it didn’t stop a second gasp from escaping her. \nHe quickly moved to her mouth again, just in time for a little moan to push its way out of her. The heat of his body, his hand, and his mouth coursed through her chest and down to the bottom of her gut. \nHe shifted his weight again, and moved his hand underneath her shirt, laying his warmth against her cool skin. Worming his way under the fabric, he pulled one side of her bra down, clawing at her flesh this time. \nHe back his face away, and looked her in the eye, hand still locked over bare flesh. \n\"And you will look ao fucking cute when you cum. That's whats I am thinking about.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a day in the life of a man who needs to cum 24 times a day
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"content": "I wouldn't wish this life on anyone.\n\nIt started in high school. Not the physiological need- that came much later. But the cause of it was high school.\n\nPuberty did a number on me, making me go crazy with hormones. After that first night of me playing with myself despite not knowing what I was doing, and then accidentally ejaculating all over the front of the old sci-fi novel whose cover I was appreciating, I was a horndog.\n\nI started off just doing it every night, and then as I grew older, I added a morning crank to my routine.\n\nI graduated highschool, and picked up a part-time job. On the days that I didn't have work? Yep, you guessed it.\n\nAnd then I got a girlfriend, which *really* messed things up- a little nymphomaniac with a tight body and willingness to try just about *anything* once, she got those numbers up to three times a day.\n\nI suppose that if anyone had to have this affliction, it was best that it was my burden to bear- I was at least well equipped with a mother and father that lived on the other side of the house and a healthy respect of my privacy. Plus, you know, my cock. I'm not going to bore you with a description of its long, veiny shaft, or mushroom head. You can use your imagination.\n\nAnyways.\n\nThe breakup with my girlfriend sent me into a wanking frenzy. Six times a day, minimum. Poor me, Ashley didn't love me anymore. Fap fap fap. Release. Cry a bit. Play some Borderlands. Repeat.\n\nMy next girlfriend was the one that put me on this path.\n\nI'd been invited to a party, a friend was going on some big trip, and everyone went, eager to have a final last hurrah before college started.\n\nI'd made sure to choke the chicken right before leaving. After the second beer, I assumed that my eyes were gravitating towards the girls just because, you know, I was a drunk teen. After the third, I had to keep flexing my thighs. The fourth beer made me *need* release. Like it wasn't even an option.\n\nSo, I did what any self-respecting guy would do, and went into the bushes, and cranked one out.\n\nThen, two beers later, I got the feeling *again*. So, for the second time, I mumbled that I was going to go take a piss, the boys laughed and chided me for breaking the seal, and I stumbled out into the woods and fumbled around my pants, loaded up a video, and took five voters to the pole.\n\nShe had been smoking some dope, and had seen me masturbating furiously, sighing with relief, and then making her way back to the party. And then, she finished her blunt, went back, drank a beer, relaxed, and then saw me walk off to the woods again. And then she had asked \"need some help with that?\"\n\nHer name was Sarah, and she'd known Craig through bible study when they were kids. She had been an on-and-off-again cam streamer, and was only at the party because she had nothing better to do, hoping to find someone to hook up with and smoke with.\n\nWell, I didn't fulfill the second part of her desire, but I managed to duck out two more times that night with Sarah, pushing my cock into her pussy, mouth, and then pussy again. The relief was unlike anything I'd felt- the weeks of trying to compensate for Ashley all melted away as she bent over, holding onto a tree as I pounded away at her.\n\nWe didn't ever officially start dating, but I didn't mind; she had agreed to let me come over each morning, and pump a couple loads into her- she worked nights, usually as a bartender, but on the off nights, she cammed. Then, I eventually became so desperate that I agreed to go on camera with her.\n\nHer channel grew slowly, and I think part of that was that she was never particularly *good* in bed; she was a nice, wet, willing hole, but she had a propensity to just lay there as the camera focused on my cock sliding in and out of her ass.\n\nI started college, majoring in film. My equipment was better than hers, but was a pain in the ass to set up. So we started filming in my dorm. The comments started to praise the cock, rather than her; I was the killer feature of her stream. I had started to get distracted in class, masturbating in between lectures, and started my own channel.\n\nThen, I got a note under the door.\n\n\"I know who you are.\"\n\nMy heart sank, and I didn't stream that night, out of fear that they were waiting to catch me in hand to gland combat, and then bust me. Of course, I still masturbated, I just did it off-camera.\n\nThe next note read \"no stream? Maybe you don't have the stamina we hoped.\"\n\nIt was pure bravado, but I played their game, and streamed again that night. I shot six thick milky ropes all over my bed, staying up until 3am to keep my viewers happy. I had started to get fan mail, unsolicited dick pics from my gay followers, and adulation from my feminine (or allegedly feminine) viewers.\n\nEventually, the note-writer revealed herself to me. Or rather, themselves. Two busty girls, Alice and Claire, who both had oral fixations. Alice was slightly older, 25 and had finished university, and Claire was a junior. Alice had recognised the wall of my dorm when I shot a load onto it, and had commented as such in the chatroom, which I hadn't seen. Claire, desperate to know who I was, messaged her, and offered a deal- they'd go halvesies on me, Claire providing the swipe card in exchange for my info.\n\nI'm not proud, but at this point, I was desperate. I let them sneak in after Sarah had finished for the night. I'd let Alice suck me off to sleep, because she worked mornings as a postie. Then, Claire would come home from her shift as the manager of a dive bar, and she'd spend the next three hours working my shaft, greedily sucking the cum out as I slept. And that's how I lived for a whole semester, leading a double life of three different women working to get me off during the wee hours, ducking out whenever possible for a quickie during the day.\n\nOf course, Sarah found out. My world was meant to come tumbling down, having been called out as a cheater while I was live on stream, jackin' the bean stalk while I waited for her to come over. But instead, it just... continued on. I was then free to stream my cock being polished by the two girls without fear, so I did. \n\nI moved out. It was as simple as getting a lecture that went for two hours- I couldn't manage that long. I didn't want to get put on the sex offender's registry, and there was absolutely no way that I could hold on for that long.\n\nSo, I moved out, into a modest apartment. Everyone immediately noticed the change in my background, and commented as such. I started to stream full-time, not that it was particularly lucrative, but I began to amass a small if dedicated following. I'd use Tinder on stream, invite girls over (occasionally they'd consent to being recorded, but usually had to shut the stream down- I'm horny, but not a *criminal*), and for a $5 tip, I'd masturbate to pictures sent to me. For $20, I'd print out a pic, and deliver the money shot onto it. Not bad money for something that at this point was a necessity.\n\nClaire and Alice kept me company during the night, their warm and wet mouths diligently working my pole, ensuring that it never went more than an hour without an emission as I slept- while I was awake, it was up to me to keep myself from exploding. They were pretty chill girls, although I didn't share a lot in common with them- a board game night just ended up with awkward silences until I whipped my cock out and offered it to them.\n\nAnd then, I decided that I didn't need to masturbate. I put up an ad on my website which advertised the position of personal fuckhole, and started browsing through the entries that started to flood my inbox... \n\nNo, I wouldn't wish this life on anyone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He’s born with the Alpha gene, a genetic mutation that makes him irresistible to women, extremely potent and stand apart from most men. He works part-time as a masseuse, seducing beautiful women no matter how faithful or innocent. His favourite? Faithful women. Write about one such scenario.
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"content": "Decided to reinterpret the prompt. \n\n“Your 2 o’clock is here.”\n\n“Great,” Chad said. He moved towards the back room to wash up. He hoped she was hot. The girls at the front were usually pretty good at sending the female clients his direction. They wanted to be on his good side, after all. Every now and then a man came his way, but that came with the territory as a masseuse. \n\nChad was a handsome man, and he knew it. Six-foot-four and full of muscles, he had the physique the ladies loved. Broad shoulders, chiselled jaw. Combined with his magic hands, there wasn’t an eligible bachelorette who could resist him. The magic in his pants didn’t hurt either, he thought with a smirk. He rubbed his big cock through his thin cotton pants, getting it plump and visible. \n\nScrubbed up, he parted the curtain and stepped through into the massage room. He loved a sudden entry; sometimes he was lucky and he saw a bit of flesh. Not this time though. His client was shrouded head to toe, almost no skin on show. His client was a nun. A buxom one. Her habit might have been as flattering as a heshan sack, but any idiot could see she was smuggling melons under there. \n\nShe looked up as he entered, her face a mix of shock and embarrassment. “H-hi,” she murmured. \n\nHer being a nun stunned him for a moment but he recovered quickly. “Hello, beautiful,” he said in his usual charming voice. She blushed at his words and looked down, demurely. “Sorry, sister, but I think you’re a bit overdressed for a massage.”\n\n“Oh, yes. Of course.” She hesitated after she spoke. “I didn’t expect you to be a man.”\n\n“There’s nothing to worry about, sister. I do this all the time. We’re all god’s children, as they say. Why don’t I give you some privacy. Just strip down to your underwear and wrap yourself up in one these,” he said warmly, gesturing at the fluffy white towels stacked nearby. She nodded hesitantly and he left the room again. \n\nChad didn’t go far though. He lurked near the curtain entrance, and peaked through a gap to watch the nun disrobe. She lifted her habit up over her head. He grinned; she was beautiful. Flat stomach, toned arms and legs, a head of lush brown hair, a tight ass and a massive pair of knockers. She was wearing a heavy duty bra to keep them under control, and what could only be referred to as granny panties, but she was still gorgeous. Chad felt his cock hardening in his pants. He’d never fucked a nun before. First time for everything though. \n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sex Cult
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"content": " A pair of College freshmen have just joined what they thought was a sorority but is in fact a sex cult. The only way out is to resign as a member of the upper echelons, and the only way to climb the ladder is to be taken by higher ranked members of the club. Sex is mandatory and resisting the advances of higher ranked members can come with a variety of punishments (something kinky or something supernatural or both. up to you.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What a fun social experiment!
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"content": "The sun was so nice and warm today. I could feel it beating down on my lotioned white skin as I lay on the beach, reading my book and soaking up the rays. The weather has been so nice lately that this was the third day in a row I did this routine, and was almost finished with my book.\n\nIt only took me a few hours today to finish it.\n\nI puy my book down and sighed. There was still so much time left in the day, but I had already finished. I thought about other options of things to do, but I ended up deciding to call it a day and go home.\n\nI got up, grabbed my book and my bag, and headed down the beach toward the changing rooms. Like always, I got a lot of stares from the male beachgoers as I walked down the beach [in my favorite bikini](https://i.redd.it/lhcn3e2v0gd21.png), but I payed them no mind.\n\nThe changing rooms stood right next to the pier, up against it's aging wooden legs. Usually one of the first few rooms was open, but today I had to go a bit further down to Room 6. It dawned on me that I had never had to go this far down the line before.\n\nI entered the room without paying much attention, then closed the door and flipped the lock. I reached back and unclasped my bikini and let it fall off my shoulders, exposing my big, round breasts as it slid down my arms.\n\nI turned around to put my top on a stool in the corner of the room when I noticed something odd. On the back wall of the changing room were two large holes. I cautiously approached them and bent down to look through one of them. I could see some of the worn, splintered legs of the pier through the hole.\n\n*I can't believe this!* I thought to myself. *So much for privacy! Why are these holes even here?* \n\nAs I lifted my head and stood up straight, I looked back down and noticed something. The height of the two holes lined up perfectly with my breasts.\n\n*Oh... Oh my...*\n\nI took a step forward and and placed by breasts right in front of the holes. Just by eyeballing it, I could see that they were fairly close in size. I instinctively looked back at the door I just came through, and a thought crossed my mind.\n\n*Will anyone know it's me in here? Did anyone see me come in?*\n\nI look back down at the holes in the wall. Trying to piece together in my mind if my breasts will fit through.\n\n*Hmm... I wonder... I might as well try, right? It's not like anyone will actually see.*\n\nI took another step towards the wall, took a deep breath, and started sliding my round breasts through the two holes.\n\nThey fit, but not with much room to spare.\n\nI could feel the cold ocean breeze brush across my bare chest, causing my nipples to harden. My heart raced, unsure of what I just got myself into.\n\n*Ok, 5 minutes, and then if no one comes, I'll call it quits.*\n\nSuddenly the cold of the ocean breeze was replaced by the warmth of what felt like fingers. Five narrow lines on each breast. Each were quickly followed by a much larger source of warmth. Two palms? Must be.\n\nThen I felt the pressure. The pressure of two big, strong hands squeezing each of my breasts, cupping them from below and then rubbing over them straight on. I felt his fingers spread out and squeeze tigher, causing my breasts to bulge slightly through his fingers.\n\n\"Ohhhhhhhh,\" I couldn't help but let out a moan.\n\nIt was incredible. Because I couldn't see what the hands were doing, it made the sensations even stronger. I could feel every little touch, every change in pressure.\n\n\"Holy fuck, these are great tits...\" I heard a deep voice say, muffled through the wall.\n\nAs his hands kept kneading my breasts, I felt something wet flick at one of my hard nipples. His tongue.\n\n\"Mmmmmm....\" It felt so good.\n\nThe wetness covered more of my left breast as he pressed his tongue further against it. I felt a ring of pressure form around my nipple as his lips sealed around it and he started sucking. His tongue inside still flicking at my hard nipple.\n\n\"Ahaha! That tickles!\" I giggled as I felt his tongue play with my nipple.\n\nOne of his hands cupped my left breast from below to push it up into his mouth, while the other started squeezing my right breast even harder. His fingers really dug into them as he pawed and kneaded them.\n\nThen I felt something else. The pressure on my right breast changed. It increased? But it was irregular. How was he doing that? But then it dawned on me.\n\n*Two more hands? Well, I* was *looking for something to do today...*\n\nI felt three strong hands squeezing my right breast, fighting each other for control. I could feel the fingers interlock with each other and one set trying to dig underneath the other.\n\n\"Come on, stop being so selfish!\" I heard a new voice say.\n\nHis plea worked as I felt the pressure decrease on my right breast and then felt that hand start squeezing my left breast as it was still being cupped from below and sucked on.\n\nThen I felt that wet flicking again. This time on my right nipple. The other man did the same as the first and locked his lips around my right breast and started sucking on it.\n\nBoth my breasts were being fondled and sucked at the same time. I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan gently. I had never experienced this before.\n\nThen with one long lick, I felt the lips on my left breast break free. Moments later, something warm, thick, and hard started slapping against my breast. My heart raced faster.\n\n*Is... Is that his...*\n\nBefore I could finish the thought, I felt the lips around my right breast pull away as well, and another hard, warm member started slapping against it.\n\nI heard them start to moan and grunt as their large, warm cocks kept slapping against my breasts until they suddenly stopped. Just as suddenly, I felt ropes of something hot, wet, and sticky fall all over my breasts.\n\n\"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck...\" I heard one moan.\n\n\"That was just what I needed...\" said the other.\n\nTheir hot ropes of cum on my skin contrasted with the cool ocean breeze that I could now feel on my breasts once again.\n\nOne of the men gave the underside of my left breast one final lick and a kiss, while the other man gave my right breast a firm slap from below, hard enough that my breast bounced up before falling back down and jiggling in place. Then I heard the sand crunch under their feet as they walked away.\n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC]All as it should be
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"content": "I always enjoy sweet BDSM. A few bits of critique:\n\n\n------\n\n\nIf a sentence ends with a dialogue tag (like 'he said', 'she replied'), the spoken line should end in a comma and the dialogue tag should be lowercase. Example:\n\n\n> “Come on sweetie.” He said gently.\n\n\nThis should be:\n\n\n> “Come on sweetie**,” h**e said gently.\n\n\n-------\n\n\nFrom a realism perspective, wearing a gag long-term isn't ideal. If nothing else, she's going to end up with a very sore jaw, and there are safety concerns if it's locked on. What if she throws up? What if she needs to call 911? Obviously it's not the main concern in an erotic story, but a brief mention that she could cut it off or there's an emergency key would be good for a safety-minded reader.\n\n\nAlso, while their relationship is very sweet and gentle and doesn't especially need it, a mention of a nonverbal safeword wouldn't go amiss.\n\n\n------\n\n\nOverall, I thought it was both cute and hot. I really liked them making dinner. It made both characters feel much more real, and the fact that he was the one to cook was a nice subversion. The sex after it meant a lot more because you had developed them, and I'm a sucker for scenes that end with a sincere \"I love you.\" Good work!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone knows about The Tooth Fairy, Blue Fairy, and The Fairy Godmother, but no one talks about The Thicc Fairy.
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"content": "Sean sat in his dorm room alone as per tradition on a Friday night. He could hear the music from a nearby campus party and tried to block it out as he searched for something to watch. \n\nWith his video chosen and beginning to play, he chucked off his jeans and boxers and slowly rubbed his flaccid cock. As the video played, his cock stiffened and he stated to stroke it. Just then smoke filled his dorm room and there was a bright flash next to him. He put his arm up out of instinct and slowly lowered it. \n\n“Do di do. Hello my virgin friend!”\n\nThe smoke cleared a little and there before Sean stood a woman floating above the floor. She had thick thighs, a curvy body, topped with a decent sized pair of tits. All of it was concealed under a sexy purple dress. \n\n“What the hell?”\n\n“I am the Thicc Fairy! Here to offer more cushion for your pushin’. “\n\nShe swayed her hips as she said the last part and giggled. Sean strand in disbelief. \n\n“The Thicc Fairy? “\n\n“Mhm! I appear to men or woman in need of a little lovin’. Virgins, bored couples, people in dry spells all benefit from my appearance. “\n\nSean continued to try to process it all as the supposed fairy laid on his bed seductively.\n\n “So this is real?”\n\n“Find out...”\n\nShe held her hand out and Sean used his left hand to gently hold it. \n\n“I’m as real as can be Sean. “\n\n“Y-you know my name?”\n\n“Of course silly. You’ve been on my list for a while. But spring and summer are busy times for me. “\n\nSean slowly laid on the end next to her. \n\n“So your here to-“\n\n“Mhm.”\n\nShe snapped her fingers and her dress pooped off, revealing a pair of purple lacy underwear and a matching bra perfectly accenting her body. \n\n“Looks like I came just in time too Sean...so what do you say hun, me or your hand?”\n\nHer smile was infectious and Sean shrugged slowly rubbing her hips. \n\n“Perfect choice Sean!”\n\n“Yeah well, I’ll never have another woman just throwing herself at me.”\n\nThey smiled and kissed as their hands started to explore the others body. Sean was nervous but his hands seem to naturally know what to do, probably a part of the fairy’s powers. He seemed to be gaining confidence as they went. \n\nHe reposition himself and her thick thighs gently held onto his hips as he helped her lose the underwear. She giggled as his already hard cock gently leaned against her pussy. \n\n“Baby it already feels good!”\n\nSean blushed but smiled. They kissed some more as she gently teased his cock but grinding against the tip. She broke the kiss to Mona and Sean slowly slid his cock into her wet cunt.\n\n“Give me your best baby.”\n\nShe whispered in her ear as Sean began to fuck her. He slowly sped up as he went making her moans progressively grow louder. \n\n“You feel amazing Sean...”\n\nShe said followed by a pleasured gasp....\n\nSean awoke early the next morning. His cock was stiff and not just because of the dried cum. Next to him the Thicc Fairy finished filling out a report cards of sorts. His cum dripped down her face as if it was fresh, probably another trick. She clicked her pen and made it poof away.\n\n“You were excellent Sean.”\n\nShe whispered.\n\n“So were you...but no one will believe me when I tell them I lost my virgin ty to a fairy...if I’m allowed to brag...”\n\n“Don’t worry, they will. And of course you can brag! Especially since you made me cum three times.”\n\nHe smiled and rested his head on his pillow. She rested the report card on his night table and stood up to stretch. \n\n“Maybe down I’ll need another visit. “\n\nShe said with a slight giggle. She snapped her fingers and was re-dressed in comfy sweats and a hoodie. She waved Sean bye and in a cloud of smoke, disappeared again. \n\nSean smiled and scooted over to the night table and picked the card. He blushed as he read it quietly to himself.\n\n“Straight As.”\n\nAt the end was a note that was signed with a lipstick kiss. \n\n*I’m not allowed to fake orgasms or lie about how a person makes me feel*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Discipline and Punishment
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"content": "I’ve always thought that a friendly competitive nature made the two pillars of discipline and punishment so much more fun.\n\nA dominatrix has one of her most insatiable clients participate in Locktober, much to his dismay. She foresees his weakness and makes him a deal. For every failed escape attempt will earn him a restarted and doubled sentence, while a single successful escape attempt while result in his liberation from the cage and his Mistress’s agreement to try his latest kink; dom-breaking."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One night while feeling especially lonely, you go online and find yourself a mail-order bride. She arrives at your door not expecting much of the person, but ready to please them so she can get her green card. When you open the door she's surprised to find that you're a woman too.
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"content": ">be me\n\n>Femanon\n\n>Live in 5th world slavshit country.\n\n>Fucking hate it here. \n\n>Learn English from young age, because internet. \n\n> Decide to go online, get to live as spoiled American Princess, in exchange for sucking some burger's dick. \n\n> Get a shitload of offers. They're all either broke, probably serial-killers, or timewasters. \n\n> One night, I get an email. Author is drunk. He says that he's desperately lonely, and looking for a \"companion\",\n\n>> I'll treat you like a goddess as long as we're together anonita. \n\n> Too good to be true. Going to log off. Get a photo of burger-perv's house, and a screencap of bank account.\n\n> ScroogeMcDuckOffTheDivingBoard.gif\n\n>Sends me his address, and $5,000 \"No questions asked\", says he hopes I'll come see him. \n\n> Obviously not going to do that. Going to end up as a hollowed out sex-doll, or a mince-pie or some shit. \n\n> Be a week later. \n\n> Usual messages begin drying up. \n\n> No more broke betas. No more creeps, no more timewasters, nothing. \n\n> Start freaking out. \n\n> Find out I've been swarmed with bad reviews, and the site's quarantined my account.\n\n> areYouFuckingSerious.mpg\n\n> Start panicking. Job doesn't pay shit, and None of the other sites in my country are this secure. \n\n>\"Fuck it.\" Guess I'm going to America. \n\n>Pack my shit, buy a plane ticket, panic the whole flight over, because wondering if I'm going to end up dead. \n\n>Arrive in America at 2am. Go to Hotel, collapse. \n\n> Wake up next morning, look in mirror. Haven't showered all week. Makeup is trash, look 4/10, when normally 9.3\n\n> Go to salon, spend another few hundred dollars getting hair, makeup, nails done.\n\n> This fucker's going to have a heart attack when he sees me. Make sure my stay here is long, and very comfortable. \n\n> Buy a Chanel dress, and Louboutins, practice best \"Dominatrix\" eyes in mirror, so I don't come off like a beggar, and end up sucking cock just for a bed. \n\n> Go round to his house, and ring, the bell. Waiting. \n\n> 5'1, obvious NEET girl, about my age answers. \n\n> WTF? Did some other bitch beat me to this? Or is Americreep in his fifties, and she's my new stepdaughter. \n\n> NEET girl looks at me. Eyes go wide, she squeals, and wraps arms around my waist. \n\n>> I didn't think you'd actually come anonita. I'm so fucking happy. \n\n> She knows my name, how does she know my name? \n\n> She leans in, and kisses me hard. \n\n> MFW my Americreep is a woman. \n\n> MFW I'm not gay. \n\n> MFW fuck it, a greencard's a greencard."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] The Gender Bending Couple: A Genital Swap Short Story.
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"content": "I started reading this with no expectations and was pleasantly surprised by how well-written it was. I enjoyed it! The only bit of criticism I have is some minor grammar stuff.\n\n\n> \"Why haven't you said anything, then?\" He asked holding his head up with his arm.\n\n> \"'Cause I thought it was cute,\" she pecked him on the lips.\n\n\nIf a sentence ends with a dialogue tag (like 'he said', 'she replied'), the spoken line should end in a comma or a question/exclamation mark and the dialogue tag should be lowercase. If there's no dialogue tag, it should end with a period. 'he asked' is a dialogue tag while 'she pecked' is not (because 'pecked' isn't a speaking verb), so these should be:\n\n\n> \"Why haven't you said anything, then?\" **h**e asked holding his head up with his arm.\n\n> \"'Cause I thought it was cute**.\" S**he pecked him on the lips.\n\n\nOverall, though, good stuff!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To save the Vanilla Kingdom, you must travel across the lands most perilous destinations. From the Bondage swamps, to the Tickling plains, even the Forced Orgasm mountains, or the Spanking Forests and eveything inbetween. Will you survive the journey? I don't know. But one thing is sure...
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"content": "Brigitte struggled to move past the never ending bramble of grasping vines and snaring roots. She'd been sent on a quest to s ave the Vanilla Kingdom from the clutches of a dark and vile witch who was seeking to corrupt the kingdom. Brigitte, the young redheaded girl who grew up the daughter of a blacksmith, was determined to save her people. She'd spent many moons preparing herself for the journey, watching adventurers fight monsters, seen men training, and building her own equipment. It took nearly three months in total, but eventually she was off.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBrigitte had managed to get past the first two legs of her journey with relative ease. The Humiliation Caves and Pet Play Jungles had proven no match for the mighty redheaded girl. She had fought valiantly, working her way ahead until eventually she met her match.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe Bondage Swamps were a mortal enemy for her. With her heavy armor and weapons, and lack of dexterity, she struggled to fight her way through. Grasping tendrils of plant life seemed to always be circling one limb or another, and she'd found herself more than once half bound as she woke up, grabbing her flail and smashing branches that seemed to shrink away in fear. However this time she was finally trapped.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Get off me! Grah, stupid plants, I'm not your toy, unhand me, I am on a quest to save everyone!\" Brigitte shouted, her flail and shield snared already, having been rendered useless to her. The vines were wet and warm, pulsing with some sort of arcane energy, like corrupted by the witch that wished to see all in ruins. The lass tried to free herself, but with her armor, the water, and the vines, she was quickly losing the battle.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe mud and muck weighed her feet down in the swamp, tendrils slowly slithering into her armor, breaking away parts here and there, stripping her of it slowly, tossing it into a pile of mud that had risen from the water. Brigitte was slowly stripped of her protection, left in long a sleeveless tunic and rough spun pants. Her red head tied in it's ponytail was yanked by a tendril, her head pulled back, as more and more vines rose from the murky depths and lifted her into the air. As she was forced to turn her eyes to the sky, they widened in fear. Far above her, several figures shook and struggled in the canopy of the large trees. Masculine and feminine forms, all bound with vines and in different states of distress. She saw one pair of prisoners locked together, their forms pressed tightly together as they were both stimulated to what seemed like a climax that would have dragged all eyes to them save for the thick rooted gags in their mouths.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBrigitte tried to fight again, her strength bolstering itself for a moment from the fear that she would end up a plaything for these trees, but it was no good. Her body was bound, lifted. Her arms pulled behind her into a box tie, she felt her legs come together, trapped with several wraps of plany material. She felt her body arching, a vine connecting her ankles to her arms and ponytail, her body arched into a floating hogtie. Brigitte began to panic, she tried to scream, opening her mouth wide for a breath but found that it was suddenly plugged with some mud like mass. It was cold and smiley, but instead of an earthy taste, she found a bitter and salty one. A large leaf grey, plastering itself over her mouth and wrapping around her head, some even going over the bridge of her nose and some under her chin, sealing the packing in. Brigitte tried to shout for help but only soft mewls escaped her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Fhmmhnm plmhfm, hmlp mm! Hm'm hvmr hmrm, Hm'vm bmmn htthggmd! Hnnhnm plmhfm, fhvm mm!\" She screamed, but it was no good, the only reply was the similarly gagged moans of her fellow prisoners. The vines moved her over, and she saw two women, a half elf and a dragonborn. They were bound and gagged in identical manners. The two of them pleaded with Brigitte for help but she was in no position to do anything. Suddenly, a vine snaked it's way towards them, and all three women felt it coil from between their legs, one by one, until it had all three in it's grip. Then without warning, it began to slither and grind against all three of their sexes, forcing each woman to change from muffled screams of terror, to forced pleasure. And after several minutes, the three women had their first climaxes, a taste of what was to come for them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Workshop Wednesday: Third Person Narration
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"content": "sometimes I’m guilty of writing in first person because I find it a lot easier to write “I” instead of writing out a character’s name. \n\nThat, and because I have an easier time working a character’s thoughts and perspectives into a story in first person. Engaging storytelling in 3rd person is something I have to work on. I try to emulate my favorite authors in that regard, namely Terry Pratchett and similar authors but I don’t always have the proper creative juices when I have a good story baking in my head. Sometimes the story turns out well done IMO, but also a bit dry."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: MC prepares for their nerve wracking but lucrative job as a body sushi model
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"content": "Chopsticks were lightly poking my body as the several customers surrounding me began picking sushi rolls of of my body.\n\nCrab rolls balanced delicately upon my sizable ebony breasts, sitting upon my nipples with their cold rice and somewhat slimy strands of imitation crab. The chilly state of the morsels perked up my chocolate nubs, making them stiff and rigid.\n\nJust like my cock, which stood hard and twitching with shrimp tempura rolls wrapped around each inch of its length.\n\nI could see one of the younger customers gaze at either my lengthy shaft or the sea food surrounding it. I could tell he was contemplating whether or not to forgo the boring chopsticks and just use his mouth to catch the entree, evident by the licking of his lips.\n\nHis debaucherous designs began to excite me. My penis pulsated further, the muscles tensing up momentarily as the mere idea alone brought me closer to the edge.\n\nI think he took that as a green-light-go, as he nodded at me and opened his mouth wide for not only a woman's girthy black cock, but the sushi that clinged to it.\n\nAt first, he only went in for the meal, which initially disappointed me. He chewed away at the shrimp roll for an agonizing few minutes before swallowing it down and finally returning his lips around my penis.\n\nThe other customers caught wind of the youngest's efforts and decided to imitate him. With no cock to fill their mouths, however, they settled for the crab rolls and the dark dusky nipples that hid beneath them. Three mouths upon my body, all sucking away like a vortex.\n\nThe pretty boy gobbling down my lady-schlong wrapped his hand around my base and pumped my black skin slowly, each time upwards knocking the last shrimp roll closer to his lips. \n\nHis tongue danced around my glands, and I could feel the tight, warm flesh of his throat narrow and undulate around my shaft. I stifled moans as best I could but they just slipped out against my wishes.\n\nBlood and semen surged through my erection, the man's slick spit drenching my cock and allowing slippery purchase further down his throat. I was about to burst.\n\nI let loose inside the man's mouth. My cum erupted from my urethra like lava from a volcano, and it quickly coated the insides of his mouth. That's when he gulped me down further, completely to the base. And devoured the last shrimp roll bound to my shaft, mixing the flavors of the roll with the bitter heat of my livid steamy cum.\n\nI thought I had a chance to breathe when all mouths left my body, but it turned out to merely be the beginning. The same man who feasted on my cock now hovered his taught pink anus over my spit-slathered black dick.\n\nWe were done with the appetizers, it was time for the main course."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A shady corporation exists on the deep web that claims it can make anyone "disappear". But this isn't some coalition of hired hitmen- no, this group makes people "disappear" by breaking them into sex slaves. All they need's a name and address...
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The orc wondered why someone from such a high-society race as elves would want to bed her. Until he finally dropped his pants, and it became clear why an orc woman might be the only one fit for him, or rather, the only one able to fit him...
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"content": "Ghorza stared at the elven man as he entered the room clad in his armor, a wry smile on his face. He was the perfect combination of handsome, masculine traits and beautiful feminine ones, and just looking at him brought a blush the her.\n\nThe large orcish woman sat nude on the bed as she stared at him, her muscled, voluptuous form clear for him to see.\n\n\"Take of your armor already.\" The orcish woman growled impatiently. The elven man confused her, and like many of her kind, she got angry when she was confused.\n\nThe elven man, his named slipped her, chuckled softly and nodded, beginning to strip off the fine armor he wore over his clothing.\n\nOnce he had removed his shirt Ghorza raised her hand, telling him to halt momentarily. She stood up and moved closer, examining his body. It was strange, she knew elves were tall, taller then humans anyway, but this elf was much taller then the average elf, standing almost as tall as she did.\n\nHer hand ran along his chest. It was toned and strong, not massive like an orcs, but still muscled, like the fancy mountain folk who preach about perfection and meditation. He was also scarred. Burn marks, wounds from arrows and blades, and other things.\n\n\"You are handsome, and you have the body of a soldier who has fought through the worst and triumphed. It would be an honor to mate with a warrior like you, but why would you with to lay with an orc? Surely a man like you would have many elven and human admirers.\" Questioning bluntly as she began to guide him to the bed before gesturing for him to remove his pants. Sitting with her legs spread somewhat.\n\nThe elvish man chuckled softly as he stared at her. \"Well. You're quite the beauty yourself. Much more charming then most orcs. And besides, I'd have certain issues laying with an elf or a human.\" Grinning as he lowered his pants, revealing his member to the orcish woman.\n\nGhorza froze as she simply stared at the elven cock before her. It was massive. Think and long, more so than any she had seen before, even among her tribesmen.\n\n\"H-huge.\" Was the only word she could muster for a few seconds before she looked back up to his face, the arrogant expression on the elfs beautiful features annoyed her, but not enough to make her angry again.\n\nShe grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him onto the bed. \"Don't just stand there with that damn expression. Just get to it.\"\n\nAnother small chuckle as he fully pulled himself onto the bed, pinning the orc down and stroking her cheek. \"What do you want me to do? Say it properly.\"\n\nGhorza's cheeks flushed deeper when he said that. He was being so much more complicated than she saw as necessary, but she some reason she enjoyed it.\n\n\"P-please. H-have sex with me.\" Turning away slightly as she spoke, nervousness she had never felt before now taking her in storm.\n\n\"So much better.\" The elven man said as he leans in, kissing her softly.\n\nGhorza accepted the kiss, though she found it slightly odd. Orc culture had little need for romance, and viewed sex as a reproductive act largely, so this level of intimacy took her off guard. \"If my tusks made it difficult I'm sor-Mmph\" Her words cut off by another, more passionate kiss from the elven man.\n\nOnce he pulled away he frowned slightly. \"Don't apologize. Scream my name in pleasure, beg for more. Anything. But while we make love, don't apologize.\"\n\nHe pulled back slightly and brought his head to her chest, quickly beginning to lick and play with her breasts, his fingers running across her sex.\n\n\"W-Wait. Elf. What are you doing? This is not at all like how I was taught it would be. Why have you not entered me yet?\" Confusion clear in her voice, and confusion also began to strike the elven mans face.\n\n\"It's foreplay.\" He said simply. \"Do... you orcs not do foreplay? Half the enjoyment comes from the Foreplay.\" Seeming utterly baffled by the reveal.\n\n\"Sex is a reproductive act. My people have never tried to make it any more than that. So I'm unfamiliar with this foreplay.\" She was quiet for a moment, but soon began to speak again. \"However. I'd be happy if you showed me it.\"\n\nThe elf smiled once more and nodded, beginning to suckle on her breasts once more as his fingers wandered across her body, revealing pleasures to her she hadn't thought she'd ever experience.\n\nIt was a while, an eternity even, before he lowered his head downwards and brought it between her legs, bringing his mouth to her folds and licking several times before pushing his tongue in, each action getting several soft moans from her.\n\nThis continued for several more minutes until the elf finally brought Ghorza to climax, leaving her panting heavily as she laid there.\n\nThe elf smugly wiped juices off of his chin and smiled. \"How was you're first taste of foreplay? And are you ready for the main course?\" Smiling as he stroked his cock softly.\n\n\"It was wonderful. And yes, take me.\" Returning the smile as she reached out and held him softly, preparing for his next assault of pleasure\n\n-----\n\nAnd done. First time writing a response to a prompt, and first time seriously writing erotica, so it's bound to be shit, but I hope to improve. Willing to listen to any criticism.\n\nAnd if you're wondering why I didn't write the actual sex, I'm sure your mind can imagine something much hotter than anything I can write. Apologies for that."
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"content": "Prompted by THIS image: [https://img.rule34.xxx//images/790/70750145c375d2d58d7c2d8dff996590bbeb8af0.jpeg?789290](https://img.rule34.xxx//images/790/70750145c375d2d58d7c2d8dff996590bbeb8af0.jpeg?789290) \n\n\n\"The knight was merely trying to teach the king's daughter the art of swordfighting. Something slipped and he found himself with more trouble on his hands than he'd expected. Or, would it necessarily end in *trouble?*\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] A Busty MILF Marries the Man Who Got Her Pregnant...Her Son
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"content": "The fight lasted longer than Ed expected. The old man who kicked him to the ground and called him an stupid junkie had more strength and resilience than he showed, but Ed knew that the geezer was only half right. Ed was patient, waiting for the old man to gloat and let down his guard, then he swept his leg behind the old man's knees and he went down, face-first into the sidewalk, his head making a satisfying thud before Ed rolled the body over into the bushes. He fished out the old man's wallet and stripped it of its cash, then looked at the more *traceable* items that he might be able to pawn off later. He ignored the credit cards and the Shop-n-Save Loyalty card but stopped when he discovered a wallet photo.\n\n*Who even has these still?* he thought as he stared at the picture of a woman with huge, tasseled breasts. Her shiny red lips framed a smile that when ear to silver-spangled ear and behind her was the sign for a strip club, not too far away. Ed decided to make a detour before going to the fence and then his dealer.\n\n*Sophie's Adult Cabaret* was nearly empty when Ed walked inside the dark club. Rock music blasted over an empty stage while a few dancers sat in a booth, playing cards. Ed sat at the bar and ordered bourbon. The brown liquor was warm and sweet, and it reminded him of better times. \n\n\"Hey stranger,\" he heard from behind. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and looked over, but saw no one. The woman had played him and had sat down on his other side. \"I'm over here, sweetie,\" she said with a raspy voice. \n\nEd finally saw his companion. She looked older, but still in good shape. He couldn't help but stare at her huge breasts, practically shelves banded together by the thinnest of bikini tops. The glitter on her skin made her look radiant. It was the woman from the photograph. He extended his hand to her and said, \"I'm Ed. Buy you a drink?\"\n\n\"Hi, I'm Jo.\" She rubbed the top of his knuckles with her thumb and felt the fresh cuts and bruises. \"Oh my, you're hurt!\" She jumped off her barstool and squeezed his lap. \"Don't you move a muscle, I'm going to be right back to fix you.\" Jo went down a dark hall before Ed could say a word. He simply admired her full ass bounce up and down as she scurried off. She returned with a small first aid kit and began to rub his knuckles with a wet wipe.\n\n\"You- you don't have to do this,\" he said. Ed was unused to having someone dote on him. Years of living in foster homes, where the parents were only in it for the money made him jaded about everyone's intentions. He rested his hand on his lap while she worked on his hand. The wipes were bracing and stung a bit, and when she cleaned a larger cut, he jumped and nearly pulled his hand away. \n\n\"Hold still, you big baby,\" she said, smiling. She bent down until her head was under the bar, between his legs and blew on his knuckles. The wind felt nice, and Ed couldn't resist putting his free hand on her back. He felt the raised skin over her shoulder tattoo, and she moaned softly before coming back up. \"You like my tats, baby?\"\n\n\"That's good scroll work around that eagle. What happened in 1995?\"\n\n\"First, that's a phoenix, okay? Like me, rising from the ashes. Second of all, it's none of your business.\"\n\nEd sipped his bourbon. \"I'm sorry, your right. I didn't mean to pry.\"\n\n\"It's okay baby, I forgive you. Now, how 'bout you make it up to me and buy a lapdance?\"\n\nEd thought about the old man's money in his pocket and smiled. \"Yeah, okay. Lead the way.\"\n\nThey walked to an adjacent room containing booths with curtains between them. Ed sat inside and Jo untied her top. Her breasts swelled past her sides, and she cupped them as the next song started and began to straddle him. She moved with purpose, guiding his face across her chest, letting his lips pass dangerously close to her full nipples. \n\nShe turned around and sat on his crotch. \"Oh baby,\" she cooed, \"is that all for me? I love it when a man gets hard for me.\" She held onto the side bars in the booth for more leverage, then ground her ass even harder into him. She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. \"Go ahead baby, you can touch, it's okay.\"\n\nEd wasted no time and grabbed on with both hands. He caressed her nipples and sides, running his fingers down her back and ass cheeks as she bent over to give him a look at her covered crotch. As the song ended, he paid for another and Jo continued to tease him, writhing over his aching body. She knelt between his legs and felt his cock, outlined in his jeans.\n\n\"Do you want a little, *extra service*, honey? Gimme a hundred more and I'll give you the ride of your life.\"\n\nEd was delirious with lust. He unbuttoned his fly and she unzipped him, pulling his stiff cock out and admiring it from below. She gave it a lick and watched him close his eyes, savoring her lips. \"Oh fuck,\" he moaned as Jo swallowed his head. She raked his belly with her fingernails as she sucked harder, pulling his pre-cum into her mouth. Ed nearly lost it right then, but he resolved to last longer. She came up for air as the next song ended, and she slid her thong to one side. \n\n\"Are you ready, baby,\" she said as she lifted herself over his wet cock. \"I normally don't let people ride bareback, but I don't know. You look trustworthy. Like fam- nevermind.\" Instead of finishing her sentence, Jo spread her pussy lips and slipped his cock inside. \"F-fuck, that feels good.\"\n\nEd agreed. He hadn't fucked anyone in a long time, and hers was a stellar pussy. He let her dictate the pace, and she held onto his shoulders for support as she began to slide up and down. He looked into her dark eyes and couldn't stop staring at her face while his hands explored her gyrating body. Ed found her clit and started to rub it with his thumb, teasing her as she rode his cock. \n\n\"Yes baby, keep doing that,\" she moaned, grinding faster. Her pussy juices coated his shaft and balls, dampening his underwear as she moved back and forth. She leaned over and bit his neck and Ed slapped her ass. \"Ooh!\" she yelped. \n\n\"No biting, unless you want another spank,\" he said between pants. Jo replied by playfully biting him again. He felt his balls boil under her until he couldn't control it any more. \"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,\" he whispered.\n\n\"That it, cum inside me, mark me baby,\" she moaned. Jo arched her back as he held her hips down while his unloaded into her. She stayed on top until she felt him recede, then got dressed. Ed gave her the money plus a tip then followed her back to the bar. \"Any time you want a dance, you see me, okay Eddie?\"\n\nEd finished his drink and nodded. He still had some cash in his pocket, and was really itching for some painkillers. He gave Jo a hug and then wandered back outside. Jo gave the house its cut and stuffed the rest into her bra. \n\n\"Who was the john?\" asked another stripper. \n\nJo shrugged her shoulders. \"Somebody lonely, I guess. And he had cash, Annie. No credit card bullshit. No waiting for payouts.\"\n\n\"You'll pay somehow,\" Annie said, shaking her head. \"You always do. Hey, where's Larry? Isn't he normally here by now?\"\n\n\"He's probably getting drunk before coming here, fucking cheap-skate.\"\n\n\"He's your ex, Jo. I don't know what you let him still feel you up.\"\n\nJo fixed her bra and thong before finishing her drink. \"It's because, I'm a pro, Annie. And honestly? I think I still love him.\"\n\n\"I don't know if I could love someone who gave away my kid.\"\n\n\"Well, you don't know Larry, okay? We've been through a lot.\" Jo looked at her phone and wondered what was taking Larry so long. \"It's hard,\" she started, \"keeping regulars at my age, Maybe Ed can slide into his spot.\"\n\nThey laughed together and walked back to the dressing room, waiting for their next call.\n***\nI hope the references aren't too indirect. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tell us the tale of how a shy, ordinary young woman became addicted to touching herself at every chance she got.
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"content": "\"I was only twenty when we first met,\" Violet said. \"My fake ID was a laughably terrible, like there was no way I'd get in the bar with my other friends, but they still convinced me to try. When Steve saw me get booted at the door, he was the only one to stay outside with me. None of my other so-called friends could be bothered.\" She lit a cigarette and the tobacco and paper crackled as she inhaled. \"He was very sweet. He was my height but I could tell that he took care of himself...physically, I mean. I'll admit that I thought he was pretty cute.\"\n\n\"What happened then?\" the counselor asked. \n\nViolet closed her eyes and smiled. \"He gave me a cigarette, and even though I didn't smoke, I took it. I didn't barf when I took my first drag, but I wretched a little and he gave me a handkerchief. I mean, who in the world still carries those, right? We both sort of laughed it off. He asked if I was hungry and I sort of just followed him to an all-night diner. My bitch-ass friends were going to be out all night anyway, so it was nice to be with someone who wanted to be with me. Just me.\"\n\n\"That must have felt nice. Was that a new experience for you?\"\n\nViolet nodded, then pulled on her cigarette and blew the smoke in the center of the circle. The other group members watched silently, waiting for her to speak. \"That night, after smoking and eating a shitty breakfast platter together, he kissed me and told me he was in love; told me that I was beautiful. I don't know, but something in his voice just rang something inside of me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and when he went for another kiss, I beat him to it and kissed him first. God, it was like lightning, like his lips were meant to be pressed into mine and when I felt the tip of his tongue, I let him in. I'd never french-kissed *anyone* up until that point but I just wanted... *more*, you know?\"\n\nA male group member interrupted her. \"So he didn't force himself on you. Did he grab you, other parts of your body?\"\n\n\"God no! I mean it wasn't like it was fast, like in the movies. He didn't steal a kiss, or throw me against the wall and smother me. It was slow...real slow. Like I was on the deck of the Titanic and watched the iceberg and there was just this, *inevitability* about those lips on mine. He pushed me away and told me he wanted to spend the night but only if I wanted to. He was my first, took my V-card with that blessed body of his. Mmph,\" she murmured. \n\n\"So, he was your first lover? Did you continue the relationship?\"\n\nViolet blushed at the word. \"Yeah,\" she continued, \"we dated. He'd pick me up from campus and we'd go to the park or the museum. He had a day job, but he'd call out sick to be with me. We had fun, connected on things like art and music. Then at night, I'd stay at his place and we'd fuck like rabbits. He was a force of nature, the way he'd hold my ass and fuck me doggy-style. I had to hold onto the sheets to keep from being fucked through the head board, and let me tell you, I *loved* getting drilled. Loved. It. I used to be quiet, biting my lip to stifle my moans. Then one time I was on top of him and he squeezed my nipples and I came so fast I screamed. I never held back after that. After a while, we stopped going places and just stayed in.\"\n\n\"Was that your idea?\" the counselor asked. \"Was he the one that asked you to drop out of college?\"\n\n\"No, that was all me. I started to come to class late because I'd stay in bed and finger myself, thinking about Steve. I never masturbated until I met him. I mean I'd heard my roommates get off by themselves, and I'd seen pornos before, but I didn't get it. Then one night, we were in bed and I was leaning into him while we watched TV, and he just touched me, without a word. I think he surprised himself because when I looked at him, he jerked his hand away. I told him how I never touched myself, for pleasure, so he showed me. He took my hand and got me to feel my skin on my fingers, and how to focus on the sensations.\"\n\n\"Jesus, that's hot,\" a woman said. \n\n\"I know, right? I was feeling myself, but I could also feel his cock, growing against my back. I got hornier just thinking about how he was reacting to me, and that's what sent me over the edge. I mean my fingers felt good, but when I thought about him all hot and bothered while I did it, that's what really got my juices going. That's why I started skipping classes so I could finger myself all day. When I got the probationary letter from the dean of the college, I decided to drop out.\"\n\n\"So, in a way, it *was* because of Steve, or at least your obsession with him,\" the counselor repeated. \"Do you regret that?\"\n\nViolet snubbed her cigarette into the ashtray, then raised her fingers to her nose. The smell of stale tobacco made her wince. \"Well, I'm **here**, aren't I?\"\n\nThe counselor sat up in her chair and sighed. \"You're here because someone saw you masturbating in public and called the cops. You said you were willing to get help, but I'm asking something different. Do you regret your behavior?\"\n\nViolet sat quietly, rubbing circles over her fingertips with her thumbs before she answered. \"Steve was an amazing human being and I loved him. When he died,\" she started, but couldn't finish the sentence. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes as she spoke. \"There's nothing that you, or anybody else can say that can change my opinion. I miss him every day, some days more than others, and in those lonely hours, all I can do to feel better is to reach down and touch myself, the way we did together. No, I don't regret it. Not one bit.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAfter the meeting, the counselor thanked all the participants for coming back and shook their hands as they left the circle. Violet held the court documentation required to prove that she went to group therapy. \n\n\"I can sign this, and you're record will be cleared, you won't have to go on the Sex Offender Registry, but I don't think you'll stop. I think you need to come back.\"\n\n\"Doc, why do you want me to stop loving him?\"\n\n\"Because he's dead and you're not.\" The counselor lightly held Violet by her crossed arms. \"Look, if I thought you could stop touching yourself in public, I'd sign these papers, no hesitation. But right now, I don't see that happening. You need more counseling.\"\n\nViolet lit another cigarette and tried not to blow smoke in her face. \"Fine. See you in two weeks.\"\n\n\"Two weeks, yes. We're going to get through this, together,\" the counselor said as Violet walked away. \n\n***\nNot super sexy, but addiction rarely is. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A rowdy tavern
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"content": " - Alain, the fat, boisterous cook has a word of fatherly advice for anyone who will listen, but he does not take kindly to fools, and would prefer that people keep their sex fluids away from his extensive pantry of spices and exotic ingredients. However, if you can seduce him, he fucks like a freight train in heat.\n\n - Some suspect the housekeeper is a ghost, on account of how she never seems to sleep, and vanishes when you go looking for her. She's very quiet. Some of the other employees have a running bet to see how many words they can get her to speak. They say that on moonless nights, she can be heard moaning like a banshee in the basement, and that her soul will never know peace unless she takes the virginity of one thousand people, which is hard given that she's so skittish and slow to warm up to newcomers.\n\n - Shandy the Thief slips through the crowd looking for easy marks, one night stands, or both. She's quick and dextrous and alarmingly perceptive. She can drink anyone under the table, but then, she wasn't too bright to begin with, so maybe she's just bringing them down to her level.\n\n - Skeleton John is the MC for the tavern's performers. He is an irreverent shit-talking skeleton in a tattered old top hat and suit. Due to having no flesh, he cannot fuck, but his charming way with words, sultry baritone voice, and lovably roguish personality have earned him a number of romantic partners over the years.\n\n - Izolient, Ancient Sorceress Of the Deep, Grand Manipulator of the Cosmos, Dark Herald of a Thousand Torments, and all around powerful evil witch, is cursed: she is stuck in the body of a tavern wench with no powers. All she has left is her centuries of forbidden knowledge and her pair of massive freckled tits.\n\n - Zoltark the Minotaur, a former berserker, now works as a bouncer. He's been stuck in a magically cursed chastity cage for six years now, and will do anythjing for someone to break the curse and remove it so he can finally fuck.\n\n - Gorda the Goblin is a new hire. She's a flirty shortstack excited to send some money home to her family, but doesn't fully understand that there's more to being a barmaid than just being a cocksleeve for whoever has the fattest dick."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Master has given Dobby a cock.
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"content": "“Role playing, like nurse and patient that kind of thing?”\n\n“Mhm, or you know something like, not necessarily that.”\n\nWilt cuddled up to his wife, Adrian. \n\n“We’ve discuss this before Adrian. I always thought you’d look sexy in like a...a…”\n\n“A schoolgirl outfit?”\n\n“Not necessarily but something like that.”\n\nHe blushed, as always she could basically read his mind. \n\n“I’ll think about it...can we still have regular sex tonight?”\n\n“Of course!”\n\nShe smiled and and sat up a little to make the making out a little easier on their necks. The twenty something newlyds teased each other and undressed like it was their first time together. Adrian had heard a few stories from her friends and was relieved Wilt still had the same enthusiasm for her body as he did when they first started dating. He got into position between her legs and focused his cock, slinging it ever so gently into her wet lips. \n\nHer eyes widen. Wilt knew something stupid usually followed that look...\n\n“MASTER HAS GIVEN DOBBY A COCK! DOBBY IS HORNY”\n\nWilt rolled back onto his side of the bed with a slightly frustrated smile as Adrian almost rolled off the bed laughing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Alright young man, you know the punishment for misbehavior in this house."
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"content": "I can not count how many time's I've had to repeat this phrase to this child. Sometimes slightly altered. The boy is eighteen, yet I still have to repeat this tired phrase.\n\nHe's an adult now, but he still acts like the same spoiled brat he always was. Only now his clothing reflects his constant and needlessly rebellious episodes. Neon-blue hair, a thin pink crop-top under an oversized biker jacket and jean shorts so short they'd beat a Leprechaun at Limbo. He would of passed so easily for a woman with that admittedly adorable face of his, had I not recognized him as I walked through the front door.\n\n\"I need money, I'm going out with my friends.\"\n\nHis hands were wrapped around a black box with a silver lock pad on it. It was me and my husband's safe, where we stored our money. Neither of us particularly enjoyed dumping our hard-earned capitol into the grimy hands of a bank.\n\n\"You weren't planning on taking from your parent's safe, were you Andrew?\"\n\n\"It's Andiee. With two 'e's. Get it right, Sophia.\"\n\nI frowned. I never expected him to accept me fully when I married his poor grieving father, but the way he spat out my name like it was some sort of string of nasty black licorice being expelled from his body truly hurt me. The anger became a vile mix of sorrow and disappointment. In him? Or me? I couldn't tell.\n\nMy amber eyes spotted a lengthy tool hidden behind his leg. A wooden shaft with a shiny grey head.\n\n\"Is that...? A sledgehammer? Why do you have your father's sledgehammer?\"\n\nAndrew scowled and looked away.\n\nI wasn't sure whether to laugh or shout. Do I express anger over the idea that he would bust into my funds and steal the cash, or laugh at how childish a solution that was? I just stood there for a second, before suddenly instructing my body grab the maul from my step-son's dainty arms.\n\n\"Hey, what the fuck?\"\n\nI also snatched away the little black safe, and stuffed it into my purse.\n\n\"You fucking cunt!\"\n\nI walked back to Andrew after throwing the sledge into the garage. I set my purse down and wrapped both of my arms around him.\n\n\"Let me go, you fat bitch!\" He shrieked as he drowned in between my cleavage. My white dress-shirt the only buffer between his face and my pale white mounds.\n\nI had no idea what to do. My scolding never worked. My words constantly fell on deaf ears. Not even his father could talk sense into the boy. I have no idea if the loss of his mother had anything to do with this, but I can't ponder that with this volatile child.\n\n\"Not until you calm down.\"\n\nHe screeched and shouted, or tried to at least. All his utterances were muffled. Haggard breath, livid speech. Three minutes passed with him shoved into my breasts, and he's still thrashing about. I sighed heavily.\n\nThere was only one last thing I could do to curb his outburst.\n\nI ripped off his jean shorts. His hands stopped clawing at my shirt and rocketed down to his nethers to cover up his junk. He roars more obscenities through my hefty rack. I could feel the heat of his blushing cheeks now, however.\n\nI shoved away his hands and pressed my fingers against his ass, and even slid them towards his asshole. To my surprise, he had no underwear underneath his shorts. A whole load of questions and concerns flooded my mind. Did he simply forget to put them on? Or was it for... someone else's convenience?\n\nTearing off my miniskirt and freeing my dress-shirt from its tuck, my own nethers were exposed to the chilly foyer air. My panties failed to contain my shaft as it rises to attention. It slips out of one side and swells within the confines of my pantyhose, leaving only my balls to be cradled by a pair of dark laced undergarments.\n\n\"Last chance. Settle down or I'll have to... spank you.\" I tried to hold back a smirk, proud of my cheesy one-liner.\n\nHe didn't calm down at all. My fingers slipping into his backside did the opposite. They sparked him further. I'd be lying if I said that decision didn't sit well with me.\n\nI carried Andrew all the way to the living room, where I placed him gently upon a recliner chair. I grabbed both of his wrists and pressed against his thighs with my knees. My stiff, vein-riddled cock sprawled over his own member, which I dwarfed by about three whole inches. He was trapped and bound.\n\n\"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!\" He repeated, yet without a single tear on his face. Nothing but surprise, blush and a gaping mouth. He actively has to restrain from licking his lips with my cock in his sight line.\n\n\"Apologize with actions, not words.\" I responded, swiftly tearing open the crotch of my pantyhose to let loose my raging erection. \"Think about what you've done and be...\"\n\nI line up my shaft with his asshole, spitting upon it with decent aim and slathering every inch of my meat in the available saliva supply.\n\n\"...better!\"\n\nMy crown presses gently against his sphincter, and with one quick thrust of my hips, I stash all 8 inches of my shaft inside his rectum."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Just because you grow up the magic of Christmas doesn't end. Once you turn 18, on Christmas eve Santa and Mrs Clause visit you, givibg sexual favors to the nice and spankings to the naughty.
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: Just because you grow up the magic of Christmas doesn't end. Once you turn 18, on Christmas eve Santa and Mrs Clause visit you, givibg sexual favors to the nice and spankings to the naughty."
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"content": "1 of 3\n\n(Warning)\n\nContains: Traps, Futa, Crossdressing, Incest\n\nThe clock stroke midnight. Christmas morning officially began, and a young man by the name of Jason and his twin Mason officially reached eighteen years of life.\n\nBut there was still time before the sun rose and their parent's return from visiting relatives upstate. So the twins simply lay in their beds, eyes wide and imagination rampant... as far as Jason was concerned.\n\nBoth boys were attractive young things. In fact, they shared a variety of usually feminine features. Wide hips and taught round rumps under thinner waists and flat chests. Bright burning ginger hair that shimmered in what little moonlight peered through the cloudy midnight sky.\n\nWhat set them apart was how the brothers carried themselves.\n\n\"You think Santa will show up this year, Mason?\" Jason inquired, clutching his neatly equipped plaid button up pajamas. His flaming red hair was neat, lengthy and cascaded over his shoulders.\n\n\"We're not kids anymore, Jason. Well you might be, I'm not.\" Mason scoffed, shuffling out of bed with an irritated frown. His hair was shorter, but messier just like the tank top and boxers he slept in.\n\n\"We're only a minute apart. Its... 12:04, so were definitely both eighteen. You're just a jerk.\" Jason rose from his bed and patted the sheets until it was made neat and uniform.\n\n\"And you're an idiot. Everyone knows Santa is just a ploy to trick people into buying shit for their kids so that these big toy companies can...\"\n\nJason pouted with his cute round cheek and tuned out the latest of his pessimistic brother's political diatribes. 'He doesn't see the magic behind this joyous holiday', Jason thought. Sure he has a point, but behind all the consumerism, there's a spirit to this holiday. A message that Jason sees, and Mason is just too negative to witness. He hates just about every holiday, and abstains from celebrating them just to 'stick it to the man.'\n\nThe well groomed Jason sat over at his computer desk and grabbed his phone. He opened up a Santa tracker application, and his round face lit up with just as much hope as LCD light.\n\nMason flicked his head softly, tossing aside ginger bangs that dangled over his eyes. His brother was a true patsy. Even though Halloween was a obvious scheme for both the candy and dental companies to make bank, he dressed up and trick-or-treated every year. The same with Easter, Thanksgiving and now Christmas. Mason couldn't believe he had such a gullible brother.\n\nMason trudged over to his own desk and drew out his own phone. Small doots and dings rang from his phone, as he was texting a friend of his. A small smirk on his face as he read through the words.\n\n\"I'm going out.\" Mason proclaimed as he sauntered over to his dresser. He reached behind as well, and pulled out a hanger with some rather revealing underwear resting upon its plastic.\n\n\"What? Its midnight right now! You can't just waltz around in the middle of the night by yourself!\"\n\nWith no warnings, Mason tore off his sleeping clothes and slipped into the underwear he had hidden behind the dresser. The pink lacy fabric was loose around his chest, yet its lower piece struggled to hold his bulge. The fabric of the thing was so thin that it couldn't hide the sides of his little prick and shaven coin purse.\n\n\"Where did you get that? Did you steal that from mom?\" Jason averted his eyes. What an upsetting sight to see his own brother in his mother's lingere. \n\n\"She'll get it back tomorrow… or the day after.\" Mason smirked as short jeans and a turtleneck sweater covered him up a bit. He grabbed his handbag and sauntered out the door.\n\nJason followed him down the stairs, frantically trying to talk him out of it.\n\n\"Mason! Its super dangerous out this late! Who are you even meeting?\"\n\n\"None of your fucking business, fucking nerd!\" Mason headed for the door in a pair of black boots and nabbed a set of keys.\n\n\"You know, a 'fricking nerd' is not a nice thing to call your brother.\" A soothing voice penetrates the darkness of the house.\n\nJason and Mason both stared into the living room.\n\n\"We know, you didn't say 'fricking', you said the f-word. But obviously, we can't say it. That's a naughty word.\" A voice with a pitch slightly higher, slightly more abrasive and yankee-like.\n\nA figure sits upon a lounge chair, the sound of munching and a lightly sloshing glass in between their sentences.\n\nA sudden pair of claps, and the living room light flash on. The mysterious origin of the voice was revealed.\n\nIn actuality, it was a pair of people. A short, effeminate male with a Santa hat atop his wavy windswept hair. His bangs completely obscured his eyes, but his cheeks were rosy and red. He was dressed in nothing but a g-string thong adorned with a mistletoe and candy-cane colored thigh-high socks.\n\nHe sat atop a beautiful young woman, hair just as white and gracefully unkempt as the girlish nudist male sitting in her lap. Her one uncovered eye was a vibrant ruby red under a soft sloped eye shape. Her massive breasts sloped and rested upon the man's exposed chest. They were just barely contained by a festive sweater with the deepest of v-necks.\n\nJason and Mason simply stared on, the absurdity of the situation freezing their brains. Who are these festive season strippers and what are they doing in their house? Both Mason and Jason suddenly ran into the other room, tearing their phones from their pockets in a desperate attempt to phone the authorities.\n\nA smack rang out as they both suddenly bumped right into the gigantic chest of the woman in the ugly sweater. She wrapped her arms around them and hugged them close. \"Shhh… hush darlings. We aren't going to hurt you.\" She assured them, despite her head-sized melons almost suffocating the poor twins.\n\n\"What do you want from us, you freaks?\" Mason yelled, struggling within their grasp. \"Let us go or I'll kick your ass!\" Mason panicked, thrashing about.\n\nBut Jason was silent. He had his head buried in the right tit of the tall snow-haired woman for a solid two minutes.\n\n\"Wha.. what did you do to him!? Did you kill my bro-\"\n\n\"Mason! It's her! It's him! It's them!\" Jason was allowed escape from the vice grip of the woman's arm with a smile on his face. A wide, joyous smile and waving ecstatic arms. He held the lengthy sleeves of his pajamas with his fingers, and held his hands to his sizzling red cheeks.\n\n\"Its Mrs. Claus! That guy in the living room is. Santa!\" Jason was literally jumping for joy.\n\nMason's brow furrowed. Had Jason lost it? He looked back at the gentle red eye of the supposed Ms. Claus. She smiled warmly back, and patted Mason's red locks with her petite warm digits.\n\n\"Hohoho! Your brother's right on the money! I am the one and only Santa Claus. Also known as Father Christmas, Saint Nick, Kris Kringle… yadda yadda… and this is my lovely wife. The beautiful Mrs. Carol Catherine Claus.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) On a whim, a young noblewoman hires several courtesans to take the innocence of her adorable, pure-hearted younger brother (18+ of course). But after hearing how much he's enjoying it, she's unable to resist the temptation to join in.
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"content": "“Oh my god! Yes, Robert! Keep doing that!” The squeals of pleasure echo through the mansion. Rose holds her hands over her ears, desperately trying to block out the noise. “Give! It! To! Meeee!” The high pitched voice screams out. \n\nIt has been hours now since the girls arrived. Three pretty young courtesans, a blonde, a brunette, and the rare redhead. Rose had requested the come over while Mother and Father were on a diplomatic trip to the neighboring kingdom. It had been months that she had heard Robert complaining about being a virgin still at 18 years old. \n\nOf course, as the son of a noble, he was supposed to save himself for his wife, impregnate her, and then sleep around silently behind her back. He had, more or less, begged Rose to hire him some courtesans during this time when their parents were out, and now she had to deal with the repercussions. Rose runs her fingers through her long brown hair, slowly losing herself to psychosis as the moans of pleasure continue to permeate the walls of the mansion. \n\nWhile she likes to hold herself to a higher moral standard... she can’t help but wonder what is happening. What could her virgin brother be doing that is driving these sounds out of *trained* women of pleasure!? An odd tingling in her stomach and crotch urges her to go find out, but her brain insists on staying put. \n\nMore time passes, the moaning continuing unrelentingly. Fed up, Rose stands and settles herself. “Just go in there, see what’s happening, and leave. Nothing more.” She reminds herself softly as she starts to climb the stairs towards Robert’s room."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a scrawny incel who's just had his body enhanced beyond all imagination in a secret research project. Your muscles? Enough to make a girl cum from a glance. Your dick? Hangs to your knees soft. Your face? Chiseled like a statue. Now time to get back at all the girls who rejected you.
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"content": ">Author's Note: n/a\n\nI strode into the club, beaming from ear to ear. At other times, the crass tone of these stacies, clinging to their clique as if shielding themselves from the chance of outside interactions while slutting it up was reminding me of failed attempts. However, that was back then. Now, the mere glance of the barkeep - a lady in her twenties - at my pristine body made her shudder and squeal in sexual bliss. Murmurs ran through the crowds, and some fainted in the strangest smiles.\n\n\"Hey there, ladies. Wanna party?\" I said, surveying as if perusing a buffet.\n\nSome already selected themselves out, knowing certainly well that they weren't in the options, and headed to the back door. Of course, the local alpha of the club, seeing his status at risk, tried to stand up to me. \"I don't know what funny business you're pulling, but get the *fuck* out of the- Oof!\"\n\nA mere slap to the face and he hit the floor. While many of the ladies were either knocked out in bliss or selecting themselves out of the room, one seemed rejective. She didn't look, she actively turned away, scoffed me.\n\nI placed down my jacket on the table next to her barstool and sat down. \"Hey, pretty.\"\n\nShe ignored me, still not looking at me. She pretended to go through her phone, she played coy. That bitch... I grabbed her face and turned it to me. \"I was talking to you.\"\n\nShe gritted her teeth, shaking and quivering under the throes of sensations that stained her panties. She didn't speak but glared instead as if I offended her very being by talking to her, as if I wasn't just the guy whose body made her inner mind wail in extasy, as if I was just a scrawny, overweight boy mustering his will to ask her out for the very first time. She was *looking* **down** on me.\n\nI unzipped my pants and casually dropped my entire length over my leg and on hers. Slowly hardening, the literal footlong of cock made her open her mouth in surprise. \"Looks enticing to a cumslut like you, huh? Oh, don't worry, it will be going inside of you soon.\"\n\nHer mouth watered as she dragged on my clothes while I took joy in undressing her here, roughly, primally. Ripping threads and keeping not a single piece of outerwear untorn, I removed layer after layer from her nubile body.\n\nI pressed at her entrance, already by far a soaked mess. \"Now, this'll sting just a bit. Just like getting your shot of Vitamin D.\"\n\nI rammed it in, pushing against her with the force I could muster. It kind of hurt a bit, but you do what you can to make sure she enjoys the ride. She wasn't much of a help either, lolling about as once or twice her arms shook so fiercely that they hit my cheeks, meekly bouncing off my jawline.\n\nAfter a few pistons, I was close and dumped my load inside her. She didn't reply, and I didn't get her phone number. Those guys at the lab got to work out a few kinks."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The Amazing Adventures of Futa-Gal and Trap-Lad!
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"content": "Futa-Gal was able to stop “The Milker” and her plans of unleashing of milking machines (of both Breast and Cock Milking variety). Though when she turns to see her sidekick squirming in the grasp of machine, she can’t help but get a little “excited” and join the machine in bringing him to multiple orgasms.\n\nI wasn’t sure if this was a bit too much fetish wise, if so I could try and come up with a new one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Instagram model, famous for her giant ass and tits, promises her followers she'll make a porn video when she hits ten million followers. Some of her fans don't take it kindly when she reneges.
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"content": "The video on the site began playing, and the faces of two men appeared on the screen.\n\n\"Hello, everybody!\" said the first man. \"You guys are really in for a treat today!\"\n\n\"Yeah!\" said the second man. \"Because today we're going to have fun with a sexy model that you all might know from Instagram!\"\n\n\"You all remember her, don't you?\" asked the first man. \"She made an announcement a few months ago that she would make a porn video if she hit a million subscribers.\"\n\n\"And,\" said the second man, \"She did hit a million subscribers about a week ago. But it turned out that she was only using the promise of porn video to increase the number of subscribers she had.\"\n\n\"We were all disappointed when she made her newest announcement that she wouldn't be making a porn video after all,\" said the first man. \"We were angry.\"\n\n\"So angry,\" said the second man, \"That we decided that she needed to be punished.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" said the first man. \"Punished severely. Now, we won't be saying our real names, but I will call myself Bob.\"\n\n\"And I will call myself Sam,\" said the second.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Bob. \"And, while you might know her name already, the sexy Instagram model tied up in the room behind us...\" He pointed to a closed door. \"We will call her Slut, because she is one.\"\n\n\"Yes, you heard us correctly,\" said Sam. \"We have that lying Instagram Slut tied up in that room over there.\"\n\n\"And,\" said Bob, \"In just a minute we will go into that room and ask her one more time if she will make that porn video that she promised us. If she says yes, we will turn the camera off, untie her, and let her go, and none of you will ever even see this video that we are recording right now.\"\n\n\"But,\" said Sam, \"If she still refuses to make that video, we will continue recording, we will punish her severely, and we will upload this video for the whole world to see.\"\n\n\"I hope you all are ready,\" said Bob. \"Because we certainly are.\"\n\nTurning, they opened the door to reveal a tied up Slut struggling on the bed, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The camera was carried into the room, and it lingered on the helpless woman as she looked angrily and frightfully up at it.\n\n\"Turn the fucking camera off!\" she screamed. \"You can't do this to me!\"\n\n\"Shut up, Slut!\" shouted Bob. \"You lied to every single one of your fans, and now you need to be punished!\"\n\n\"But if you agree to make the porn video like you promised,\" said Sam, \"We will forgive you and let you go without punishment. So what do you say?\"\n\n\"No!\" shouted Slut. \"I will never do porn! Ever! You can't make me!\"\n\n\"That settles it,\" said Bob. \"You must be punished for being so bad.\"\n\nHe leaned his face down towards hers, and she turned away, trying to avoid what she knew was coming.\n\n\"The more you fight, the more severe this punishment will be,\" said Bob. \"Now let me kiss those lips that I've been wanting to kiss since I first saw your Instagram posts.\"\n\nSlut continued to pull her face away, and finally Bob pulled her closer to him and forced her mouth onto his, kissing her lips.\n\n\"Mmmmm,\" he said. \"They taste even better than I imagined.\"\n\nHe forced her lips onto his again and continued to kiss them again and again, moaning loudly. He placed his hands on her bra, squeezing her enormous tits that had brought so many horny subscribers to her Instagram.\n\n\"You really do have the best tits,\" said Bob. \"Do you think so, Sam?\"\n\n\"Oh yes,\" said Sam. \"I'd love to see the nipples on those things.\"\n\n\"Well, we're about to see them,\" said Bob. \"And all of our viewers are about to see them as well.\"\n\n\"Please,\" begged Slut. \"Don't do this.\"\n\n\"It's too late,\" said Bob. \"We gave you a chance to change your mind, and you refused.\" He turned to Sam. \"Hand me those scissors over there. I can't take this bra off of her the normal way while she's tied up, so I'll have to cut it off.\"\n\n\"No!\" screamed Slut. \"This is my favorite bra! Please don't cut it!\"\n\n\"If you hadn't broken your promise then we wouldn't have to cut it,\" said Bob. \"But actions have consequences.\"\n\nHe placed one of the bra straps between the blades of the scissors. He began to close the blades together, but stopped just before the point where they would have cut the strap, and looked into Slut's eyes for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the look of terror on her face.\n\n\"Please,\" she begged.\n\nBob grinned and snipped the blades together, cutting the strap. He laughed as Slut screamed in sadness at her ruined bra.\n\n\"Your screams turn me on so much,\" he said, as he cut the other bra strap and pulled off her bra, revealing her bare breasts to the both of them.\n\n\"Me too,\" said Sam. \"Those screams are making my cock so hard that it can barely fit in my pants.\"\n\nBob grinned. \"Why don't you take your pants off then, and give your cock more space to grow and get nice and hard.\"\n\nSam pulled his shirt off, and then began unbuttoning his pants. Meanwhile, Bob began sucking on one of Slut's beautiful nipples. Slut gasped. \"Please,\" she begged. \"I don't deserve any of this.\"\n\nSam, now completely naked, climbed on top of Slut. \"You do deserve it,\" he said. \"You deserve all this and more for lying to everybody.\" He began sucking on the nipple that Bob wasn't sucking on.\n\n\"Please!\" screamed Slut. \"Please stop! This is rape!\"\n\nBob and Sam stopped sucking and looked at each other with a knowing look. They nodded. \"Rape?\" said Sam, looking at Slut. \"How about I show you some rape?\"\n\nStanding back up, he grabbed the scissors and placed the waistband of Slut's panties between the blades. \"I can't wait to see how wet this little cunt is,\" he said with an evil smile on his face.\n\n\"No,\" cried Slut. \"Please. No. You've already played with my tits. Isn't that enough?\"\n\n\"No,\" said Sam. \"You haven't been punished enough.\" With a snip, he cut the waistband in half and pushed the panties aside to reveal her dripping pussy.\n\n\"Bob,\" said Sam, \"Look at her cunt. It's so wet.\"\n\nBob walked around Slut and looked at her pussy. \"Wow,\" he said. \"She must love what we're doing to her in order to become that wet.\"\n\nSlut screamed again. \"I don't like this at all! You two are having your way with me and I can't help how my body reacts to it!\"\n\n\"Maybe you'll change your mind if I lick it a little,\" said Bob, and he leaned down and took a huge lick from her pussy. Slut shuddered as his tongue ran up the lips, and then ran back down. Then it proceeded to lick some more. After a minute, Sam began licking it with him, and Slut became wetter and wetter.\n\nAfter a few minutes, Sam stood back up. \"Enough with the licking,\" he said. \"She mentioned rape, so she really needs to get raped. Fully raped, right in the cunt, with no condoms.\"\n\n\"You wouldn't,\" gasped Slut in horror.\n\n\"Why not?\" asked Sam. \"After all, we aren't done punishing you yet.\" With these words, he lined his cock up with her pussy and shoved it in.\n\nSlut screamed as Sam fucked her, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, and Sam moaned in happiness as he fucked the lady of his dreams.\n\n(Continued below)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your New Year's resolution was to be more empathetic, to do everything you could to see things from everyone else's perspective as often as possible. Your first opportunity to showcase your new outlook involved the bondage gimp in your basement.
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"content": "**New Year’s Day**\n\nYou were quite polite and agreeable about sitting down for a chat when I unbound you, pulled off your hood, and even unlocked your chastity cage. But I guess that sort of submissive obedience comes easy to gimps. And if it doesn’t, then I’ve trained you well.\n\nEither way, you were receptive to my idea. Excited, even, though that scared me a little.\n\nI only want to see the world through the eyes of others, feel as they feel. Cast off the shackles of my ego and become a more down-to-earth and emotionally intelligent person. A noble new year’s resolution, you agreed.\n\nAnd you agreed to be my first subject quite quickly, as well. Since you’d been with me for not even a month, we agreed to a perfect switch; 26 days as yours since you’ve spent 26 days as mine. Afterwards, I’m free to pursue my resolution elsewhere.\n\n“So, where should we start. It’s been ages since I’ve given a blowjob. How about there?”\n\nYou seemed to be preoccupied with other plans as you eyed your old black latex gimp hood.\n\n**Two Days Into New Year’s Resolution**\n\nI’m feeling lots of things at the moment, though I must admit that empathy isn’t one of them.\n\nI’m feeling some mild discomfort as the ropes keeping me bent over the bondage bench that I had commissioned with other thoughts in mind. I’m feeling frustration as my own member fights against the confines of the tight plastic shell now imprisoning it. I’m feeling wave after wave of humiliation as you grunt down at me.\n\nMost of all, I’m feeling that I should’ve picked a gimp that didn’t have dick the size of the Empire State Building. I grunt into the ball-gag wedge between my lips. I can still taste your drool on it, even as mine runs down my chin while your fat, swollen cockhead batters my P-spot like a speedbag.\n\nBut definitely no empathy yet.\n\n“Fuck, you’re tight for a such a subby little bitch. I mean, I guess you *are* technically a former dom, but look at you! You wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?” You groan, your palm striking down across my ass and coming to rest atop my rubber-clad scalp as I squeal into my gag.\n\n**Thirteen Days Into New Year’s Resolution**\n\nStill no empathy, but lots and lots of dick. And even more Amber.\n\nAmber was a sub of mine. My main submissive partner, I suppose. I’m not super into relationships, but if I was then I guess she was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend. Had in the past tense, as she’s made it quite clear how she’s off the table for me when and if I get out of my new life.\n\nI haven’t laid eyes on her, of course. Not with my hood. It’s a shame, too. She’s got a killer body. Her voice, however, seems omnipresent. She’s been over here nearly every day since I surrendered my phone’s passcode to Daddy, giving him access to my contacts.\n\nSometimes, I just hear them fucking upstairs. Other times, Im’ prepping one or both of them for a romp with my mouth. Sometimes it isn’t even the two of them together. Amber came down to my new basement abode the other day just to chat. To inform my that Daddy’s big dick fucks her holes better than I ever could, and that I look perfect in my new cage. Apparently it’s pink, from what she tells me.\n\nBut today you two have topped yourselves as a team to ruin my life.\n\nMy arms are bond up beneath as I lay on my back with Amber seated atop my face. My tongue eagerly lashes at her soaked cunt as she grunts and groans. She and Daddy were going at it upstairs for a while. I guess he didn’t get the job done. I almost take a bit of pride in that fact until I feel his warm, gooey load sliding out of Amber’s pussy and onto my tongue. As it washes down my throat, this isn’t the first time that I’ve licked one of Daddy’s loads out of her over the past few weeks. But it *is* the first time she’s giggled and dropped such a bombshell on me.\n\n“What a nice movie! *‘The Gimpy Cuck Loves Daddy’s Yummy Treats’* Now how do I forward to all contacts?”\n\n**Twenty-Seven Days Into New Year’s Resolution**\n\nThe worst part of being freed of my first round of empathizing is that I can no longer hide behind the safety of my gimp hood. Now I have to take dick out in the open, unshielded and knowing in my heart that I was always a bottom bitch and things are as right as rain now. Even if my shame is what’s keeping my caged-up member so hard.\n\n“Holy fuck! Right there!” I squeal as I bounce my round, boyish behind on the fat member beneath me. It’s attached to a skinny, grunting twink that used to suck me off three times a week. “Oh my fucking god!”\n\nTo say that the cat is out of the bag would be the understatement of the new year. I’ll be lucky if I can become a power bottom with my reputation so wrecked. None of my old subs will work with me now that I’m *this.* Well, they will. But not the way I’m used to.\n\n“God, look at you...” He groans, his hands on my hips as I continue to ride him like I’m trying to break a wild stallion. God, I can feel him pulsating within me.\n\n“That boypussy of yours is some grade-A fuckmeat, faggot.”\n\nTomorrow, I have an appointment with a girl who I used to spank and facialize. I’ll be worshiping her feet and letting her take a wooden spoon to my balls. The day after that, Amber’s bringing some friends over to laugh at my new baby-dick. Apparently, those myths about permanent size loss due to prolonged periods caged are true. Friday, Daddy’s got me. He says I can have a sissygasm outside of chastity if I let his landlord throatfuck me.\n\nI gasp sharply as he lets out a low groan and his member gives a few hearty twitches in my rear. I know what that means. My new favorite thing; getting creampied. I let out a soft whine as the gooey warmth is pumped into me before exhale quietly.\n\n“Thanks, st-stud.” I whimper like a girl.\n\nBut the darnedest thing? That whole empathy deal hasn’t kicked in yet.\n\nHuh."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman starts a new job at the front desk of a large office. She spends the days fantasizing about who would be the best lay and how she could get away with masturbating or fucking someone.
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"content": "###Welcome to Dickson Tower\n\nWelcome to Dickson Tower - \nTell me, what do you need, \nIs it a job or some power? \nI guess I could give you a lead. \nBut, there's a cunny you'll meet \nbefore you get what you came to see. \nYou're going to fill me with seed, \nI really need the dick inside of me.\n\nWelcome to the place with no shower, \nWhere the front desk is neat, \nWhere the gents go deflower, \nAnd where this gal here does breed \nIf you don't make me plead. \nand you're sexually free, \nand swear you stay a bit discreet. \nI really need the dick inside of me.\n\nWelcome to the zero hour, \nYou lay back, I take a seat, \nI sink down on your plower, \nand you start to go do your deed, \nas I greet guests and proceed \nto call the crew of Room Eighty-three \n\"Mr. J called in sick,\" I mislead, \nAs I have your dick inside of me. \n\nWelcome to the closing hour, \nstuck beneath a bitch in heat, \nyour funny grin has turned sour, \nachy joints and pants like an athlete, \nOh well, I won't let you retreat \nHey, but my pussy's tight, you have to agree, \nyou're still hard, so I beat your meat, \nuntil your dick softens inside of me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Domme and sub in the same body
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"content": "Part 1/2\n\nMike whimpered as he came to consciousness, he looked around and found himself sitting in a small bathroom. Catching his own reflection in the mirror he almost didn’t recognize himself, he was wearing a frilly pink dress and a wig that would have allowed him to pass for a woman if it wasn’t for the hole cut neatly into the dress. The hole was directly in front of his crotch and showed the pink steel cage locked around his penis to anyone who might look in his direction. As he shifted around to get a better look at himself he felt something inside of him as well, he reached back to make sure and found the end of what seemed to be a rather large plug filling up his hole. Mike blushed at the realization of how open he would be when it when it was pulled out, if he didn’t even feel it stretching him out now it would have had to have been in him for a while and he would be gaping when it was pulled out.\n\nMike located a small pink bag and rummaged through it to find his phone and an explanation. He predictably spotted Jim’s phone in there as well before he managed to fish his own out and found a voice mail from Jim. \n\n“Hi Mike.” His own voice called out to him with Jim’s words from the other side of the phone. “I took us to the party we talked about, I know you were afraid to go so I went for you.” You could almost hear the smirk on his lips, your lips, as he spoke. “I’ve made sure everyone there are good people, so you don’t have to worry. I’ve made sure they all know you might be a bit different when you come out of the bathroom and that you’ll be happy to get some kind attention.” Mike took a moment to comprehend his situation as Jim’s monologue quieted for a moment. He was alone, wearing this outfit, at a party full of strangers. Mike felt his cock throb against the pink steel of his cage despite himself, he didn’t even know where he was or how he might get home, his cock throbbed even harder as he wondered what he might have to offer to get a ride home.\n\n“Oh and I left the key to my cock where it belongs so you wouldn’t get any funny ideas.” Jim continued. “I made sure the guests know you love it when they give it attention though, if you enjoy yourself and please some of the guests I’ll think about giving one of them the key the next time you come here.” Mike’s heart skipped a beat at the thought, it had been months since he had woken up with an unlocked cock and even longer since he had managed to cum while he was in control. “Not today though, today I want you to just be enjoyed by the guests here, have some fun and be the good girl you know you are.” \n\nThe voicemail ended and Mike sat staring at the phone for a moment before putting it back in the small bag and getting to his feet. He wobbled a bit as he hadn’t realized he was wearing heels, but it was hardly the first time he had woken up in locked on high heels so after a few familiarizing strides he felt confident on them. He picked up his bag, opened the door and stepped into a thing wood floored hallway, he could hear the laughter and general merriment on his right and looking to his left he could see a door that looked like it lead to the outside. He felt a thankful smile creep onto his lips, despite his words Jim always left him with a way out if he needed it. Mike reminded himself to thank Jim for that in his next voicemail to the other phone in his bag and headed right.\n\n--\n\nThe party was fully underway when Mike joined it, everywhere around him people were dressed in wild colors, exotic materials, or both. There were women in outfits entirely made out of latex, men wearing nothing but feathers, people tied down to tables, people used as tables, women on leashes and more he didn’t have time to process before a naked man with a bowtie presented him with a tray of wine glasses. Mike took one and sipped at it as he looked at the debauchery around him, he had wanted so badly to experience this but knew he wouldn’t have the moxie to get involved. He watched a man on all four, wearing a dog mask and with a massive cock swinging back and forth between his legs be led over to a woman wearing a similar mask and be ordered to “breed the bitch” by the woman holding his leash who Mike could only assume was his owner. He stood transfixed and watched as the male dog climbed up over the woman waiting on all four and thrust his cock deep inside of her while the man and woman holding the two dogs leashes started chatting causally with one another as their pets engaged in their carnal desires. \n\nMike was drawn out of his amazement when he felt a warm hand close around his steel cage and he flinched surprised at the touch. \n\n“You weren’t kidding.” A handsome man slightly older than Mike smiled as he came into view from Mike’s side. “You really do seem like a different person.” The man was wearing a leather west and only a leather west. \n\n“Hi.” Mike just muttered out as his eyes ran over the muscular torso until it fell on the large cock and heavy balls that hung between his legs. “I’m Mike.” He answered almost automatically as the man gave Mike’s balls a small squeeze. \n\n“I know, I’ve been anxious to see you again since you gave that talk about needing to go prepare to be someone nicer.” He smiled as his other hand went around and cupped Mike’s ass through the dress. “You do seem nicer now.” He smiled down to Mike. Mike almost instinctively leaned against the man’s strong chest and he knew the man would feel his cock throbbing in its cage. “Why don’t you put that down before you dirty your pretty dress?” The man said as he took his hand off Mike’s cage and took the wine glass from his hand and placed it on a nearby table. He locked his eyes with Mike’s and leaning against the man’s chest with a hand on his ass Mike couldn’t look away. “Now you also have your hands free for…” The man took Mike’s much smaller hands in his and placed it on the man’s cock. “Lots of fun things.” He smiled as Mike obediently began stroking the cock.\n\nMike kept looking into the man’s eyes as the cock grew larger and larger under his touch, he could fear the man’s strong heartbeat through his chest and was sure the man could hear his own panicking one. The man gave his ass a small squeeze and put his second arm around him, pulling him closer. “You’re doing great.” He whispered softly. “Safe word is Salad.” He looked down to Mike to make sure he had understood and when Mike gave a small nod he placed a hand on Mike’s head and gently pushed him down. \n\nMike dropped to his knees, his frilly dress spreading out around him as the massive cock came into view. Mike leaned in and kissed the tip of it, he had never seen a real cock of this size before and he felt his cock throb with lust in its cage as he wrapped his lips around the head of the cock and started swallowing it down. He had woken up too many times to count tied up with only his head to move and the button for his release at the base of a dildo in his face. It had been an embarrassing annoyance to him those times as he had spent sometimes hours learning to take the increasingly larger dildo’s to the hilt so he could get on with his day. Now he realized that Jim had been training him for this and he felt eternally grateful as the massive cock pushed past the back of his mouth and down into his throat.\n\nThe man let out a moan as Mike held his cock there for a while before pulling back off the cock and adjusting his position. Mike found one of the man’s hands, put it on the back of his head and gave him a smile. “Please don’t be too rough.” He smiled as he wrapped his lips around the cock once more and the man’s hand immediately began to push him deeper. The hand pushed him slowly to the root and Mike heard the man’s moan as he felt the cock deep down his throat before the pressure on the back of his head let up. He let the cock slip out of his throat until only the cockhead was between his lips and just held it there for a few moments as he caught his breath before the man started pushing again. \n\nMike could feel his heart thumping with every moan the man let out, he was clearly enjoying Mike’s throat and the feeling of being used like this was bliss. Mike had tried to deny it, but the way his cock throbbed with every moan made it impossible, he wanted this to go on for as long as possible. He felt his conscious mind fade to the back of his brain as he let the satisfaction and frustration of his own locked cock fill him like an intoxicating cocktail. He didn’t know how long he had sucked the man’s throat before the man pulled him entirely off the cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After months of only doing oral sex, an angel finally decides to give her virginity to her demon lover.
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"content": "Above the earth and past the stars, humanity and the rest of creation was overseen by the one and only God and his righteous servants; an army of angels. \n\nOne such angel was named Avalon. Young and beautiful, despite his extensive time at God's side. Blonde wavy locks that shimmered like gold. Bangs above his wide blue eyes and thin black eyebrows. A hum from his thin and delicate lips as he bathed his feminine physique and pale skin in the rivers of heaven, not far from fellow angels going about their business.\n\nHe smiled, seeing his brethren happily mingling amongst themselves in other locales of heaven. As he softly dragged a sponge over his arm, he whispered to himself, a blush on his round, cute face.\n\n\"Today's the day.\"\n\nMeanwhile, in the depths of Hell, where the sinful are punished for their transgressions in viscous, inhumane methods for all eternity, a frustrated demonic entity known as Xalgrothr was fervently working away at something. Not the forms and documents of new admissions and torture policy changes.\n\nHe was fervently working his stiff black cock.\n\nXalgrothr, like Avalon, was an attractive and effeminate specimen. Wide hips, a flat chest and a sizable rump that was currently stuffed by his scarlett fingers. Unlike Avalon, he sported a pair of horns in place of a halo, and had red skin. A vibrant red, like a rose soaked in blood. He sported somewhat short, messy black hair that softly stood out in the back, while two strands beside his pointed ears flowed down to his pectorals.\n\nHis hands furiously pumped along his formidable length, and Xalgrothr wildly stuffed his asshole with his fingers. He stared out the window of his office. One sight occupies his mind.\n\nThe sight of Avalon bathing. However it wasn't just a mental image, it was physically being projected onto his window via a strange glowing stone with ancient unknown symbols.\n\n\"Oh yeah... get that tight ass of yours clean. I'm gonna destroy it someday.\" Xalgrothr muttered to himself, as his hands sprinted across the shape of his veiny pitch-black penis.\n\n\"Xalgrothr! Get back to work! Play with your dick later!\" A gravelly voice shouted at him after tossing the door open with a startling slam.\n\nXalgrothr clutched his heaving chest, the sudden shout scaring him half to death. He fumbled back to his desk, sifting through paperwork with a shocked grumble.\n\nSuddenly the phone started ringing. Xal nervously picked it up, still physically shaken by the scare of being caught slacking off.\n\n\"Satan and Sons Eternal Torture Service. Damn good damnations or your money back. This is Xalgrothr, how may I help you?\" He answered, his anxiety slowly morphing into ambivalence. This has to be the, what, third billionth time he's repeated this line?\n\n\"Hey Grothy! Its Ava! What'chya up to?\" A cheerful voice on the other side, and a bright, blushing face smiling through the fiery view-portal that was conjured above it.\n\nPoor Xal's heart couldn't take all this stress. His cheeks flushed a fruity orange, since he was already the hue of a watermelon's innards. He spun his chair around, swiftly shoving his cock back into his tight khaki slacks and kicking the projection stone off of its pedestal and into a file cabinet.\n\nHe returned to Avalon's sight with a forced smile and twiddling fingers, hoping to Satan that the angel didn't see the sight of either.\n\n\"Were you jacking off to that video I sent you, you perv?\" Ava teased the blushing demon with a smug, punch-worthy smirk. He'd get that punch, Xal thought, a punch with his dick.\n\n\"No! Shut up! What the hell do you want anyway? I'm busy. And why are you calling me through the work line? You have my number, don't you?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I do, but I like bothering you. Plus, I've got something special planned today.\"\n\n\"Special how? I don't get off for another couple eons, you know.\"\n\nAva batted his eyelashes before turning around in the water and showing off that plump ass of his, and a pink twitching anus dripping with moisture.\n\nXalgrothr's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his rod literally tore through his khaki slacks.\n\n\"Let's go all the way today. My place, whenever you can get there. See you later, Grothy.\" Another sultry smile before the feed cuts out.\n\nXal sat there with a hole in his fly, his cock at full attention. His mind was an empty, blank expanse until it exploded with scenes of him pounding Ava's little pale ass.\n\nHe shouted wildly and tossed his desk aside before he sprinted out of the room.\n\nHis manager caught him by the neck-tie collar, the only other article of clothing upon him besides his khakis and its mangled crotch.\n\n\"Where do you think you're going? I didn't hear the break bell ring.\" He snarled, his beastial fangs poking out from his massive underbite.\n\nXal kicked and punched, but nothing seemed to phase the manager and his dark herculean physique. \"Let me go! I gotta do something important! I'll die if I don't!\" He yelled out, swinging from his necktie.\n\n\"Important? What's more important than punishing the wicked souls of evil men and women? Get back to work, you fucking wor-\"\n\n\"I'm gonna buttfuck an angel! His ass is waiting for me!\" He shrieked. This gave his manager some pause, his flaming red eyes looking over the younger demon and his futile struggle.\n\nSuddenly Xalgrothr hit the floor, he was freed from the grasp of his manager who's breathing became unstable. His jagged elfish ears drooped. \"Go. Before I change my mind.\"\n\nXal smiled slowly, his cheeks glowing and he leapt back up to a standing position and began his sprint once more. He disappeared into the maze of hallways. His manager reached into the void through a small portal, and picked out a locket. He took a look at the contents inside, and a single acidic tear trickled down his cheek.\n\nAvalon had since finished his shift as a personal paradise reality technician, making sure all the righteous mortal souls had functioning paradises. Some were wholesome, like a man's paradise just being with his family for all eternity. Others were... a bit more questionable. Like a man being embraced by living versions of all of his slutty figurines.\n\nBut Avalon nonetheless loved his job. Bringing joy and happiness to just souls through their patented VIRTU-Life technology, designed by God's own son who was on vacation for the moment.\n\nAvalon slipped out of his robes, and sighed softly before crashing upon his couch. He pondered on the proposal he gave Xal earlier, its subject matter invigorating the angel's cute little packer. His fingers trailed the soft curves of his backside, wondering what his first time would be like, and with a demon no less.\n\nAva checked his tablet's elaborate clock, and perked one brow. Xal must still be working, Ava thought, disappointed.\n\nA knock upon Ava's golden front door."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An artificial woman, manufactured with a full life of false memories, and a disposition to fall in love with the next person she sees. She wakes up completely confused.
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"content": "**Disclaimer:** I'm not much of a writer. There’s no sex in this response.\n \nReading this may feel sort of dry, I wanted it to come across as a semi-realistic (plausible) conversation given the conditions of the prompt. I totally understand if it's not everyone's cup-of-tea.\n \n***\n\nThis was the first time he’d seen her since he had made the request some 28 months ago. He had only avoided visiting because the good doctor had assured him that the gestation period was in a word—horrifying. \n\nThe woman before him was far from horrifying. She was beautiful, stunningly beautiful, even lying face-up on this hospital cot, in this dank dreary laboratory, with its harsh fluorescent lights and pale-grey walls. He wondered if people would really believe she was with him. Her flawless skin, angular cheekbones, delicate nose, and bee-stung lips. He put his hand to the window and leaned into the glass, his eyes tracing the willowy figure beneath the hospital sheets. She was too beautiful; people would see her and know, *this girl was made in a lab.* \n\nThere was a click, the sound of the door locking mechanism catching the latch as Dr. Varshney entered the observation room and closed the door behind him.\n\nDr. Varshney tapped the stack of papers on his clipboard with a tawny weathered finger, “Mr. Weston, today is the big day. I assume all of Ms. Varela’s paperwork is in order?”\n\nThomas heard the question but still couldn't believe it was really happening, all the strings he had pulled, all the different unsavory organizations he had to work with; paying off officials to procure legitimate birth records, and government identification, bank statements, credit accounts and all for a person that didn’t technically exist until today. \n\nHe pulled his hand away from the window to greet Dr. Varshney with a handshake. “Yes Doctor, thanks to some of your contacts Ms. Isabella Varela is officially a lowly taxpayer, like you and me.” \n\n“Speak for yourself,” Dr. Varshney smiled, “You know, what we do here is not exactly sanctioned by any government.” \n\n“A joke,” Thomas confessed with a smile.\n\n“Mr. Weston, We usually get requests to duplicate deceased kin, or if someone wants a personal clone. When you asked me to CREATE you a person, I thought it was impossible, a fantasy, and yet here we are.”\n\n“And only at the cost of 6 million dollars,” Thomas mockingly demurred.\n\n“Yes, she was expensive,” Dr. Varshney agreed, “—But how many men can say they have a designer wife, hmmm?” He rapped the topmost page on the clipboard with a knuckle. \n\nThomas reached out and took the clipboard from Dr. Varshney, “So, this is everything?”\n\n“Yes,” Dr. Varshney wrung his aged hands together contemplatively before sitting down at the lab chair behind a desk. “I know I have warned you in the past, but I do not recommend taking any evidence of our raw data out of the facility. It could put both Ms. Varela and the company at risk. That is why most of this data will be destroyed once she leaves here today.”\n\n“I understand completely Doctor,” Thomas dragged a finger down the first page; *Biological stabilized age: 25 years, 8 months… Subject’s genetics are comprised of 66.1% Southern European principally Galician-Portuguese and Roman, 18.4% Sub-Saharan African, 6.9% British and Irish, 5.3% Broadly Central American and a combination of Scandinavia, Eastern European, and French ancestries roughly equating to 3.2%.*\n\n“What's up with all the random genetics?”\n\nThe doctor leaned back in his chair, “Donor genetic product we had on hand, we selected those to adhere to some of your more specific requests, I believe you said you’d like a brunette with green eyes and,” the doctor cleared his throat, “—what’s the phrased you used? A bubble butt?”\n\nThomas shrugged, “That does sound like me.”\n\nDr. Varshney laughed, “You did get Ms. Varela measurements? I hope you prepared her a wardrobe.”\n\nThomas flipped a few pages until he found a sub-section entitled body measurements; *Height: 171.12, Weight: 55.30 kg, Bust: 78.74 with approximately 122 CCs of adipose tissue, Waist: 58.54, Hips: 96.56.* \n\n“I did,” Thomas scanned the foreign numbers on the page and hummed to himself for a moment. “I do remember her bras were really small, something like 32A, is it too late to change that?”\n\nDr. Varshney laughed again, this time a strong belly shaking laugh. “I’m afraid that ship has sailed Mr. Weston.” He scratched at his greying brow and shook his head, “I did warn you, to be very specific with me.”\n\n“You did,” Thomas agreed. It was only then that Thomas had realized he furnished the young woman’s apartment with all the niceties of a middle-class twenty-something working professional, a decent couch and bed, a top-of-the-line television and all the latest kitchen gadgets. Her closet was sufficiently stocked with some form-fitting cocktail dresses, several styles of jeans, leggings, a few camisoles, shirts, and sweaters, some bits of jewelry, and a respectable and varying shoe collection. Nothing would seem especially suspicious until you dove into the dresser drawers. He bought her nearly 20 sets of lingerie; lacy bras and ouvert panties, thongs, g-strings, some satin cheeky types, maybe there was a pair or two of cotton panties, but she had little else for most women would consider everyday underwear. \n\nThomas winced and shrugged to himself before flipping another page over the clipboard. *Health Predispositions,* He flipped again, *Personal History,* He skimmed down the page, the words orphaned and foster home appeared several times, as well as several different addresses across the United States.\n\nThe concern must have been evident on Thomas’s face as Dr. Varshney offered an unprompted explanation, “Mr. Weston some of her personality traits are inherent, but most are a direct result of her implanted memories.” \n\nHe rapped on the desk insistently with an extended finger, “Besides, this subject was especially difficult as most of our subjects have family or they simply won’t see the light of day. Ms. Varela was a very special case. It may seem like a tragic life on paper, jumping from foster home to foster home, a lot of deceased love-ones as many had to be pulled directly from obituaries, most of which we decided should have relatively close genetics. If she ever decided to track down family or friends, it could cause… complications, things needed to be both plausible and sufficiently muddy. I assure you, she’s a happy young lady.”\n\nThomas nodded and flipped another page, *Sexual traits, and Preferences,* He remembered the lengthy questionnaire they made him fill out on the day he put in his request. Some results clearly affected Isabella’s sexual appetites. He skimmed down the columns and across the rows of data: *sexual orientation: strong indication of pansexuality…* His finger slid down, *Sexual relationships can range from causal to significant, prone to synonymous sexual and emotional development. Strong preference for monogamy. Extremely open-minded and sexually generous. Strong preference for the traditionally receptive role. Enthusiastic and sexually explorative with positive reinforcement. Per the client’s request subject exhibits a strong affinity for receptive anal sex and various receptive anal oriented play. Additionally subject receives strong sexual gratification from semen consumption, and exhibits some traits of sexual masochism disorder per DSM-5 criteria.*\n\nThomas felt a sudden burning in his cheeks. He wondered if he had gone too far, Isabella was real a person now. She had hopes and dreams, she was more than a sexual-plaything. It was obliviously too late to change anything now, Isabella was beautiful and perverted, it would be a miracle if he could hang on to her. He quickly flipped to another page, “And you’re sure she’ll love me?”\n\n“Mr. Weston, love and science are not simpatico. We have generated a partner that is nearly completely tailored to your tastes, inherently you should be her most compatible partner. The psychology team has projected your image in her unconscious mind several times a day, especially during states of arousal. They have insisted there have been more than positive results, but Ms. Varela is a real person and real people often make mistakes and do things counter to reason. The short answer is I don’t know Mr. Weston.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Create a Salacious Tale including the sentence: She was salivating at the thought.
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"content": "Myrna squirm beneath her bull, making no effort to contain her squeals of utter ecstasy despite her boyfriend’s presence just outside. Hell, if she knows him then he’s got his ear to the door right now as he fucks his fist and listens to the noises that a *real* man can pull from a woman.\n\n“Oh my god! Fuck, it’s so deep!” She whine, mewling like a cat in heat. She’d been unable to schedule a bull in for over two weeks. Two weeks of riding her husband’s baby-dick. You’d scream, too.\n\n“I’m gonna cum...” The stocky, hung man grunted as his strong hands tightened around Myrna’s dainty wrists. She’d forgotten his name, but she didn’t care. Not now.\n\n“Don’t pull out, baby. Finish inside. Fucking breed that pussy, baby. Cum in me, holy fuck.” Myrna squeaked as she rocked over the edge of her third orgasm that evening while her bull grew close to his second. She’d swallowed his first while her boyfriend watched.\n\nThe bull grunted like a wildebeest as he finally popped inside Myrna. She shuddered at the simultaneous sensations of his dick throbbing within her while it pumped a piping hot load deep into her warm cave. After a moment of panting together, the bull pulled out and pulled on his pants and went on his way.\n\n“Ash, darling! Clean-up time!” Myrna called to her boyfriend, stood in the doorway licking his fist clean of his own load. It was time now for the only thing Myrna enjoyed more than getting her pussy creampied.\n\n**She was salivating at the thought.**\n\nYes, the only thing in this world better than a fat dick pumping cum into her was a warm tongue licking the load out. And Ash has quite the taste for the white stuff. Especially when it belongs to a stranger and resides in his wife’s cunt.\n\n“Is this all for me, Princess?” He cooed softly, crawling up between Myrna’s spread knees and dragging his tongue over her soaked slit.\n\n“Of course. Do you see any other beta bitch-boys around here?” She chirped as her boyfriend swallowed the first warm globule of her bull’s baby-batter. “And before you ask, yes; he was much, much bigger and much, much better than you.”\n\nAnd now they were both salivating."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: an orc meets a troll and they fall in love. Sexy rom-com hijinks ensue.
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"content": ">Author's Note: Contains M/F Vignettes, humor, low INT orc and troll.\n\n##Confessions of a Bridge-Dwelling couple\n\n***\n\nOrc: \"Krug be honest, Kryll not smell best.\"\n\nTroll: \"What? Kryll wash beneath bridge day in day out. Even make sure that river not filled with blood of enemies.\"\n\nOrc: \"...Krug like smell of blood on you.\"\n\n***\n\nOrc: \"Krug sometimes don't use axe. Use whip, all black and red now.\"\n\nTroll: \"Kryll took whip off slaver and gave to Krug once.\"\n\nOrc: \"Oh, Krug not forget. Learned to use whip good. Kryll good target practice, heal after strike. Though wonder why Kryll want to be in bed afterwards.\"\n\n***\n\nOrc: \"Krug not want Kryll to know, but Krug know she wizard.\"\n\nOrc: \"Krug explain. Once, during funny season, Krug was doing the pen hug with Kryll on bridge, when pointy ears came.\"\n\nOrc: \"Krug was worried pointy ears would stab, but a gaze from Kryll and pointy ears barfed and ran. Kryll mighty wizard.\"\n\n***\n\nTroll: \"Krug repair bridge once.\"\n\nOrc: \"And Kryll showed pen hug in return. Krug intrigued, so Krug stayed.\"\n\nTroll: \"Though Kryll don't need bridge fix to do pen hug with Krug.\"\n\n***\n\nTroll: \"When first met, Kryll tell orc army *\"No crossing bridge without troll toll\"*.\"\n\nTroll: \"Orc turned to army, talks to big orc. Chops off big orc head, asks if is enough pay.\"\n\nTroll: \"As Orcs cross, He say *\"No harming the pretty lady. Or Krug leaves more bridge toll\"*.\"\n\n***\n\nTroll: \"Krug is coward at night. Krug freaked I do pen hug wrong.\"\n\nOrc: \"Krug don't get eaten. Krug can't control mouth during pen hug, how can Kryll?\n\nTroll: \"Kryll teach other hugs one day.\"\n\n***\n\nOrc: \"Tribe come by rarely. Once ask what if bridge breaks.\"\n\nTroll: \"Then we repair.\"\n\nOrc: \"Tribe love that answer. Tribe say they happy for me. Krug don't understand. They no longer have Krug to help, why they happy?\"\n\n***\n\nOrc: \"Once, when Kryll was gone for a week... Krug tried pen hug on bridge crosser.\"\n\nOrc: \"Krug not like that. Too loud, too fast. Like hitting fly.\"\n\nOrc: \"Told Kryll. Kryll was mad. Krug understands. Krug let bridge be crossed.\"\n\n***\n\nTroll: \"Look forward to funny season.\"\n\nTroll: \"Krug do pen hug now, but Krug rough during funny season. Krug rough if smell blood.\"\n\nTroll: \"Kryll hope to find blood during funny season. Kryll feel like funny season if think of that.\"\n\n***\n\nOrc: \"Krug want to be papa one day. Krug be good papa.\"\n\nOrc: \"Kryll be great mama. Wonder how to get child. Has troll have to pay toll for child troll?\"\n\nOrc: \"Kryll become fat now. Krug worried if nothing left for toll if Kryll grows more.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Tricked into getting herself trapped naked outside, with no chance of escape, the poor girl has no choice but to wait for somebody to help her. Well, she hopes they’ll help her......
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Like it or not it is a tradition that on your birthday you must go around in your birthday suit for the full 24hours.
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"content": "Oh yes, my favorite day of the year was finally on a festival weekend. I was going to show my big cock off to the whole county. I had planned some of my itinerary to make sure I was in the front row at the rodeo to show off to the horse girls. I had reservations for the fancy hotel/casino with the swim up bar so I could skinnydip and drink.\n\nIt was nearing midnight, though, and that meant it was time to get started. I grabbed a shower and waited for my party bus to arrive. I heard it arrive but they spun a spotlight on the door before I could open it.\n\n\"Come on out, birthday boy!\" That was Jenni, apparently having pre-gamed a little. \"Flaunt what you got!\" She didn't have a lot of social grace but you never had body positivity issues near her.\n\n\"It's midnight, Jenni. A little quieter, please.\" \"Nope, the neighborhood needs to see that dick swing.\"\n\nI hurried onto the bus to avoid any more embarrassment only to find a few more people than I expected. I'd wondered why Jenni wanted a bus for the same five people we've known forever. Stranger, they were shaking singles and gesturing to the stripper pole, where there was already a naked young woman.\n\n\"You remember my sorority, right? It's Hazel's birthday too so we're doing a joint party, \" Jenni practically shouted in my ear. \"Now dance for your drinking money!\"\n\nSeveral pairs of groping hands pushed me towards the pole and Hazel. I managed to say \"Hi\" before hip-hop started blaring. I'd wanted to show off and apparently now I had no choice so I grabbed the pole. I started with a quick swing around and then held myself upside down against the pole.\n\nI brought myself down slowly right in front of Hazel's perfect body. I went past her auburn hair, her cupid's bow done up in red lipstick. Her small, firm breasts went by, my cock stiffening at the sight. By the time my head was on the ground staring at her pussy from below I was hard as a rock.\n\nI slowly laid down in front of her and then swept my feet under me. I came up, first with abs, and then my legs, cock leading in Hazel's view. I could hear wolfwhistles and shouts from Jenni and her sorority sisters.\n\nI grabbed the pole over my head and started doing exaggerated thrusts in Hazel's direction, making eye contact. I felt ridiculous but it must have been working because she was biting her lower lip and her hands were moving of their own accord.\n\nShe grabbed the pole with one arm and my face with the other. She kissed me before hauling herself up on the pole with both arms. She flipped upside down and wiggled her ass in my face, before sliding down the pole a little. Then she gestured me closer and flipped over onto me.\n\nAs soon as she wrapped her legs around she let go of the pole and gripped me. She was insistent and I needed her just as badly in that moment, audience be damned. I thrust into her, the pole supporting her back as we found our rhythm.\n\nAt first we kissed but we were soon too breathless to try. We didn't need any dirty talk, though, with Jenni shouting encouragement from the sidelines. \"Yeah, fuck her brains out! God I love watching that dick work!\"\n\nWhen we changed positions to doggy on the back seat Jenni got closer and started slapping our asses, as did some of the others. Hazel was wriggling on my dick and making wordless moans.\n\n\"I'm going to cum\" was all I said when I was suddenly pulled out of Hazel. I felt more than saw my cock enter Jenni's mouth. All I could do was moan, one hand on Jenni's jaw and one on Hazel's ass, cum pumping from me.\n\nShe pulled me out of her mouth and showed a tongueload of semen to the bus before swallowing it and shoving my dick all the way into her throat. She gave it a really good once-over with her tongue on the way out and I felt like a god.\n\nHazel suddenly asked \"What about me?\" Jenni said \"Yes ma'am\" and immediately started going down on Hazel. Between moans, she muttered, \"I meant where's my cum?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Time dilation and a faulty faster-than-light drive has made a short jump in space into a long, emotional reunion.
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"content": "\"...already miss you so much! Bye! Stay safe! Bye!\" Jade air-kissed at the camera. As the feed ended, she was smiling and her left hand fluttered in front of her face, showing Rhys the engagement ring she had accepted a few days earlier.\n\nRhys closed his eyes, letting his head sink back into the gel-filled cushion behind it. He was trying to preserve that last image of his fiancée in his mind. Her huge, brilliant smile. Her final gaze at him, a little liquid with emotion. The strands of dark hair framing her face. A synthetic voice was droning on through his earpiece, running down the checklist, annoyingly overwriting the echoes of her farewell. His limbs were going soft, and it was not just from the muscle relaxant. Grinning like a fool, he sucked in a cold breath of oxygen through his mask, and the accelleration buffer inflated all around him. This resupply-and-inspection run to the colony of Barnard's Star B - colloquially known as Barnaby - would be the longest six months of his life. After that, pure bliss. The wedding. Moving into that white-and-glass house on a seaswept cliff they had set their hearts on. A life together.\n\n\"Jade,\" he whispered, and succumbed to a dreamless sleep.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\nAn alert siren, loud and harsh.\n\nQuick, shallow breathing.\n\nEyes open. Red lights. Red and yellow. Not good. Blinking. Not good.\n\nA sudden jolt. The system was pumping adrenaline into his veins.\n\nThe mother of all headaches.\n\nRhys had no sense of the passage of time. He tried to marshal his groggy wits, but even the simplest Lorentz transformation seemed alien and insurmountable at the moment. Slowly, wasting precious seconds, he sorted out his predicament. The FTL had never engaged. He was nowhere near Barnard's Star. He was hurtling through empty space at 99.969% c, at a horrific dilation factor.\n\nThe capsule was juddering and his hands were shaking. Verbal override was not working. It took him three tries to punch in the codes the old fashioned way. At this speed, the supply container module behind him was not so much jettisoned as simply disappeared, leaving him with only the propulsion system. Even without the extra mass, deceleration and reversal prospects were looking grim. He needed a slingshot, and there was nothing close enough to try to slingshot around.\n\nHe examined the status logs of the FTL drive. To all appearances, it was not offline. It was still waiting to engage; only a faulty safeguard stood in the way, but it defied Rhys's attempts to overrule it. The system claimed the hyperluminar bubble would not form given the craft's current mass, but the threshold value was tantalisingly close.\n\nHis thoughts were drawn to the sublight fuel storage modules. Sublight was doing nothing for him just then. Sublight meant nothing but a slow death. Dumping the fuel would bring him under the mass threshold, if the FTL functioned at all. If it did not...\n\nIt is human nature to avoid flipping a coin for one's survival, even when the alternative is certain doom. Our instincts are to defer the act of choice, in the vain hope that an unforeseen alternative might emerge. It dawned on Rhys, however, that hesitation carried a price, to be paid with the most precious kind of time.\n\n\"Delta-T-zero. Earth perspective,\" he rasped at the computer, barely recognising the voice that came out as his own.\n\n\"Twenty-two years, five months, three days, five hours, rounded to the nearest hour,\" the synthetic voice replied over the incessant sound of the siren.\n\nRhys choked out a cry of anguish. He ejected the sublight fuel, and the reactor for good measure. The accelleration buffer seized him from behind, like a strangling monster. Just before his world went dark once more, he saw the capsule fill with the blue glow of Cherenkov luminescence.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\n\"Let's go over your story again, Mr Blakeridge.\"\n\nRhys slouched in the metal chair, his arms wrenched back by the handcuffs. The sixth day of questioning was exactly like the preceding five. \n\n\"Please let me contact Jade Safavi,\" he begged of the interrogator, a stocky, poker-faced man in a black uniform Rhys did not recognise. They were separated by a desk of plain wood, and the room contained no other furniture. Rhys was especially mystified by the total lack of electronic devices. \n\n\"From the beginning, Mr Blakeridge.\"\n\nHe still did not know what had happened on Earth in his absence. His captors had been on him almost as soon as he crash-landed in the water. Though dressed in civilian clothes, they had had the mannerisms and efficiency of soldiers, and were disinclined to conversation. He was thrown in a windowless van, and then in a cell, from which he was brought out only to retell his account of events, once a day.\n\n\"Look,\" Rhys leaned forward. His grey eyes were ringed with the red of fatigue and his sandy, tousled hair had taken on a greasy heaviness. \"I've been cooperative. I'll remain cooperative. Just, please, convey a message to Miss Jade Safavi. Let her know I'm alive.\"\n\n\"June 9th, Mr Blakeridge?\"\n\nAnd so Rhys told him. By this point, he was fluent at the recitation, as if the account of his mission were a poem or a favourite bedtime story. His career in the space agency, the Barnaby colony, the routine nature of the mission, the hour-by-hour of launch day, the moments of panic far beyond the solar system. The desperate manoeuver to get the FTL drive to kick in. The crash.\n\n\"Well, I'm convinced,\" he heard a woman's voice from behind his chair. She had not been there when they brought him in, and he had never heard her enter.\n\n\"Ma'am.\" the interrogator looked past Rhys, expressionless as ever.\n\n\"I think he told us all he knows,\" the woman moved into Rhys's view. She was tall and quintessentially Nordic, dressed in the same black uniform as the interrogator, though with brass oak leaves at the collar. \"Preliminary analysis of the wrecked craft is corroborative. Uncuff him, please.\"\n\n\"Thank you,\" Rhys tried to be as solicitous as possible. \"Ma'am, is there any chance you could let me contact Miss...\"\n\n\"Jade Safavi, yes, we'll get to that,\" she cut him off. \"A few things first. My name is Grethe Sorensen, rank of colonel, military governor of this sector. The Panterra of twenty years ago no longer exists, and it would be in your interest not to mention it at all. Certainly, do not go around identifying yourself as a former astronaut. The recent past is a sensitive subject, Mr Blakeridge. Such reminders are unnecessary.\"\n\n\"What actually happened here?\" Rhys felt a click and a tug at his wrists. He brought his hands forward.\n\n\"War happened,\" Colonel Sorensen replied. She placed a small, thin booklet with red covers on the desk in front of Rhys. \"This is your transit document, Mr Blakeridge. I have signed it. Do not lose it.\"\n\n\"You're just letting me go?\" Rhys frowned, picking up the booklet.\n\n\"An accidental time-traveller is the last thing I need right now,\" Sorensen said with a mirthless smile. \"It's this, indefinite imprisonment, or just having you shot. I am not entirely heartless.\"\n\nShe laid down a second document on the desk, an actual paper streetmap. Rhys could scarcely believe they were in use again. \"I had them track down your Jade Safavi. About seven hours by car. If you prove to be any trouble at all, I have no problem with killing you both. Clear?\"\n\n\"Yes, perfectly,\" Rhys nodded. He felt numb and exhausted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Last time he had sex, his performance made him the laughingstock in town. Years later, he rekindles with an old flame to redeem his stroke.
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"content": "June 1999\n“Oi! Captain cum-quick! How’s your tiny dick??” They shouted across the high street. I’d managed to fuck Lacey (that bitch!) at Matt’s party and yeah, my cock is only 5” and I came in about 3 minutes. But it was my first time. I was so fucking horny. \n\nSo, that summer was a horrible experience. Having just finished year 10, I was ridiculed for 2 months by any guy or girl within a few years of my age. My story went ‘viral’ if such a thing existed last millennium. \n\nThen, we moved. Out of Southampton and up to London. I shot up a few inches, gained a few inches elsewhere too, if you know what I mean. And by the time I was 19 I was at University fucking my way around Newcastle with unbridled joy. My now 8” cock was fat and uncut. The girls loved it. A few boys did too, on the odd occasion. Life was good. \n\nJune 2019. 20 years on. The reunion. A big school thing organised by a few of the people back on the south coast. Facebook invites to all who left in our year. I scanned the names. Lacey was marked as ‘Going’. This might be fun. \n\nThe date came along and I dressed smart, I felt confident that as a stock broker, I’d be one of the most financially comfortable. \n\nI walked in to my old school. Feeling so nostalgic. After an initial chat with a few old friends, the drinks were flowing and I managed to track down Lacey. She looked hot as hell. Married to that idiot Tom, but where was he?! Always the bully in school. I searched the room and found him. It took me a moment. His large beer gut and receding hair made me smile. \n\nI walked over to Lacey to say hi. She didn’t even recognise me. After some initial “oh my god’s” and “what are you up to’s” I reminded her about Captain Cum-Quick. She giggled into her drink and the bitch was loose. \n\n“Do you still have a tiny dick?” She laughed\n\n“It does a job” I smiled back at her “Tom is looking great by the way!” And her smile vanished. \n\nShe was fuming. The school hero was a sad loser. Drunk and slobbish. \n\nI walked off, leaving the sting of my words on her. I went towards the car park for some fresh air, and she followed me out!\n\nShe started shouting at me. Hatred oozed from her body. A jealous streak that her husband was a deadbeat and I was now a good few inches taller, toned and drove a very nice Porsche. \n\n“I bet you drive that thing to make up for your baby dick!” She spat at me\n\n“Maybe...” I said. I was aroused by this power. I undid my flies and flopped out my 8” cock with a slight semi on the go and her mouth fell open!\n\n“Fuck you! So you got bigger. And better looking. And richer!” She was losing her train of thought just staring at my growing cock.\n\n“Touch it” I commanded. I didn’t think she’d go for it. But then she reached out a trembling hand. Taking my cock she rolled back the foreskin and slowly began to wank me. \n\n“You’re a worthless piece of shit who never left her hometown. You fucking slut!” She simply nodded. Looking crestfallen. \n\n“Suck it!” And she dropped to her knees. She couldn’t suck my cock fast enough. Leaking pre-cum, she swirled her tongue around my engorged head. Trying to take me into her throat but failing, my girth was too much. She gagged. \n\nI pulled her up, spinning her around I pulled her dress up and lent her over the bonnet of my car. I pulled her soaking knickers to the side and pushed in two fingers with ease to her sopping cunt. She groaned and I quickly replaced my hand with my cockhead. \n\nOne fluid motion and a scream later from her, and I was buried deep in her pussy. As I started to fuck her hard and fast, she was biting down on her own fist to keep from screaming out. \n\nI pumped relentlessly for 5 minutes, working a finger into her arsehole for good measure. Finally I needed to own her. To breed her. I pumped harder and faster, and dropped hot loads of spunk deep inside her with a grunt. \n\nI looked to my right, and there stood Tom. Cock in hand, watching the show..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sexy hexy spell-slinging witches.
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"content": "A sorcerer's power comes from keeping their virginity, and receive the arcane wisdoms for their craft. A sorceress' power is druidic, coming from the earth and the spirits of the world, and free love is often a result of their love of nature.\n\nBut recently, both paths have started body modification, breasts and vaginas for men and a penis for women, in order to double dip in both schools of magic. Some have even found methods of getting around the conflicting sexual ideologies."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Males can be "adopted" by futanari to help sate the nigh-insatiable sex drives of the futa-sex, this has lots of benefits, tax exemptions, a loving partner, and a myriad of other things as log as tour OK with being a sextoy...
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"content": "**The World**\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*B: Claire*\n\nFor a while, I had been working as a secretary at a very large company barely being able to make ends meet as I worked tirelessly to simply stay afloat but it wasn’t working out so I went to my boss to give her my two weeks and she had a proposal for me. She said she would be willing to “adopt” me in exchange for doing as she said. I was desperate and this sounded like it could be the answer to all of my problems so I agreed without a second thought. At first, all it was working around the house, she would go out to work and she would expect the house to be clean when she got back. Then she expected there to be dinner on the table, after that she was giving me an allowance and controlling how much I was allowed to spend. But it was all worth because when she pinned me against the table and slammed her dick into my ass for the first time it was like heaven, she worked me until I couldn’t even stand the next day then patted me on the head and said “Good boy.” before walking off.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*E: Ellen*\n\nIt was about three o’clock in the morning and I was naked except for a collar around my neck, standing next to me and holding my leash was my Mistress Ellen. I met her about a month ago when I was looking around a BDSM shop trying to find a nice collar and she pulled a black leather one of the shelf and wrapped it around my neck cinching it tight “It fits you.” She said with a small smile before wandering off down another aisle, I was awestruck. After that, I started to frequent the shop and I found out she was an employee there. And then one her coworker told me the thing that would change everything, she told me that Ellen was looking to “adopt” a man to help with the insatiable lust that came with being a futa. That night as she was closing up I showed up wearing nothing but the collar she had chosen holding a leash in my hands, she smiled as she attached the leash and then shoved me to the ground “What a good pup.” After that, we walked down the street to her apartment. She walked with me at her heels like a dog as if it was the most natural thing in the world to her not talking or even blushing. As she pushed open her door she spoke: “Sit puppy.” I blushed madly before sitting down using my arms like the front legs of a dog, she smiled and tousled my hair before removing the leash from my collar “Heel.” I happily padded forwards on all fours following her in as she sat down on her sofa and pulled down her pants “Come get dinner boy.” Without a second thought, I rushed over and began sucking down my mistress’s cock. After that she officially adopted me, during the day I did a lot of caretaking and cooking but when she got home I was a good puppy. It turned out we had a lot in common, I ended up learning a lot about anime from her and she learned a lot about video games from me and after a while, our arrangement began to morph into an odd relationship which over time might just involve more paperwork than just my adoption papers.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*H: Heather*\n\nHeather had been my sweet and kind little girlfriend all throughout high school but as went off to college we had begun to grow apart and become our own people. I had been working hard in a company dealing with trading stocks and helping people to arrange their portfolios but I was bored, this wasn’t fulfilling to me so I quit and began to market myself as up for adoption. That was when I got a call, it was Heather apparently she had heard that I was putting myself up for adoption and wanted to make sure I was serious. When she found out I was she asked me if I would like to come out to Los Angeles and be her pet? I agreed and a week later I was being dropped off on the front door of her massive mansion in a large dog crate with only a collar around my neck, it was the best. The last week had been a brutal crash course at an esteemed training facility on how to be the best puppy-boy possible, it was hard but now I ready to serve my Mistress Heather. Two men in suits opened the door and lifted the crate as they walked it into the house and into a small room on the main floor that had another similar crate sitting right next to it. After about an hour of sitting in silence inside my crate wondering about what my new life was going to be like the door swung open and Mistress Heather walked in through the door with a beautiful red-headed girl who looked just a little bit older than me walking on a leash. “Oh my, you look better as a puppy than I could’ve ever imagined.” She said with a sadistic smile on her face, “Yoko teach him who’s boss,” she said as she walked towards my crate and pulled open the door. The girl walked inside and Heather shut it as she walked out of the room and shut the door. As I looked up at her she gave me a mischievous smile, she then put her shoulder under mine and flipped me onto my back. As a scared look came across my face she licked my face and then began to go down on me hard. As I let out a low growl she barked and then bit me on the lip, from there it was clear who was in charge, I simply whimpered as she destroyed me. When she was done I was laying in the corner of the crate whimpering and covered in cum. After about another hour of Yoko leisurely laying around like nothing has happened Heather walked back in with a smile on her face “Did you enjoy your new toy, Yoko?” Yoko nodded happily as Heather walked back over and let her out of the crate “I hope you like this pup, this is your job now.”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*L: Larissa*\n\nOne night a letter randomly showed up on my doorstep offering to take care of me financially if I was willing to be “adopted” by Lady Larissa a minor noble of British Royal Family whose father had made a bunch of money in the trade market. Now I wasn’t struggling or anything but there was just something about an offer like that that was hard to turn down. A few later I arrived on her farm in the countryside and was immediately escorted to the barn by a pair of her female stablehands. Once in there, they stripped me down and replace my close with a harness that went all over my body, after that, they hooked a set of reins that ran down from my head into a bit. Moments later a young blonde woman walked in as the stable hands were getting a saddle attached to my shoulders. She smirked as she looked me over “I hope you don’t disappoint pony.” And with that, she stepped behind me and jumped up into the saddle. I felt the weight on my shoulders and I shifted around a little bit for a moment, after just a second I felt her bring down the whip on my ass and I jolted forwards. As I felt it my cock got just a little hard as we began to run forwards towards a circular arena. “What a horny little boy,” she said as she smacked me on the ass harder with the whip and I broke into a sprint across the arena. This was good this was going to be the life for me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Emilia Clarke is a dickgirl, yet the world doesn't know. Until her phone gets hacked and her secret is found out. The hackers blackmail her into meeting them in a hotel room. From there she is pulled in to a world of pleasure.
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"content": "There it was. Room 213. Placed smack dab in the middle of the floorplan, where all exits are equally far away. Even if Emi wanted to run out those doors, she couldn't, thanks to some burly individuals pacing slowly within their doorframes.\n\nWith hesitation, Emi slowly knocked her fist upon the door. A smirk from the door-guarding thugs as she stepped back from the door to get a wide view of whoever would answer.\n\n\"Emilia Clarke! Good to see you.\" A blonde man cheered and invited Emi into his room, where she was met with the appearance of two more men.\n\nThe three of them were quite young, around college level age. They completely defied Emi's mental image of what a hacker would look like. They were actually rather cute, as ashamed as Emilia was to mentally admit.\n\n\"Whoa, she's just as hot as you said, Tyl-\"\n\nAn empty soda crashed against the noggin of a scraggly brunette boy. He cradled his head and his messy brown hair.\n\n\"Ow fuck! What the hell?\"\n\n\"Dont say my real name, fuckwit!\"\n\n\"Christ, alright sorry.\" He sighed, checking to see if the attack left any blood.\n\n\"Sorry about my friend, Zeta, he's an idiot. Let me introduce myself. I am Alpha.\"\n\nIt was plainly obvious those weren't their real names, but she wasn't about to anger her blackmailers.\n\n\"Why dont you come and sit down? I'll get your coat for you.\"\n\nAfter hanging her coat upon the wall rack he guided Emilia to a free chair opposite the couch that the two of them occupied.\n\n\"Ah, she's wearing the dress!\" Zeta rejoiced with a clap.\n\nAs per the text she received, she was to wear a bright red oriental dress with an absurdly low cut.\n\nA cut so low that the three hackers could see that she followed the next demand to a T.\n\nHer cock rested between her legs, in the process of stiffening, unbridled by any form of underwear.\n\n\"So it's true. To be honest I had my doubts...\" Alpha slyly admitted, unashamedly staring at her rising erection and how it tented under that low flap of silk from her dress. Zeta couldn't take his eyes off it either.\n\nEmilia peeked at her own turgid meet, thinking about this entire situation, these two cute college boys, the risk of being found out. She knows this situation is a terrible one, and yet she's hard as a rock in front of two lithe, curious guys.\n\n\"You know the conditions, right Ms Clarke? You meet us here every... oh... Saturday?\"\n\nEmilia nodded and stated that she was free on Saturdays.\n\n\"Every Saturday by 11 pm. You meet us here... and this stays secure with me. No slimy paparazzi gang getting their hands on it.\" He grins.\n\nEmilia nods once more, setting her purse aside and resting her hands upon her lap, unintentionally framing her standing cock head as it makes a clearly visible bump in the silk fabric.\n\n\"Ugh... can I do her now, Alpha?\" Zeta impatiently inquired, tapping his fingers upon the pants he was itching to escape.\n\n\"Fine. You get first round.\" He sighed, eyes glazed over in annoyance as Zeta rushed over, tore off his own trousers and draped himself over the ottoman between the two couches.\n\nEmilia gasped at the sight of his twitching pink anus and his phallus dangling between spread legs. Never has anyone been so ready to take Emi's shaft inside them.\n\nZeta shook his surprisingly plump white ass, the fine, smooth thing jiggling and rippling as it bobbed in the air. \"Hurry up, put that thing in me! Dont forget the lube though.\"\n\nEmi draped the contents of a lubricant bottle over her cock, her now slimy and stiff member out of range of the tiny obscuring dress flap. She coated Zeta's anus with the same elixir, much to his appreciation.\n\nAlpha fished his cock out slowly, and approached Zeta's mouth with his humble erection. Alpha placed a hand Zetas head and tore off his hair.\n\n\"Alphaaa!\"\n\nTo reveal it was just a wig, and that a bountiful bun of brunette locks sat tied up along the nape of his neck. Alpha sifted through the bun until he unlocked its braid and freed Zeta's gorgeous brown hair.\n\n\"Alpha, what are you-\"\n\nAlpha timed his entrance so that his cock would be lodged in Zeta's throat around the same time Emilia rocketed into Zeta's tight asshole.\n\n\"You're alot prettier without the wig, you know. You could actually pass for a girl.\" Alpha stated plainly as he smashed his pelvis against Zeta's face repeatedly.\n\nEmilia said nothing, simply watching and fucking Zeta's narrow entrance.\n\n/To be continued.../"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The game between them is simple. If he can make her die once in her game before he cums, he gets to decide their plans for the weekend. If not they stay in and play video games or watch Netflix. Too bad for him that he just happens to be married too the top speed runner in the world.
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"content": "“Why are you naked?” Martin asked as he walked into his bedroom.\n\n“Well I wanted to surprise you but you took too long.” \n\nHis wife Toni answers as he slides into bed next to her. He puts his arm around her waist and lays his head against her shoulder.\n\n“Sorry. You know how my boss gets...”\n\nShe politely nods in response and Martin smiles. \n\n“What are you playing Toni?”\n\n“Smash Ultimate.” \n\nToni never looked up from her screen. Martin cuddled closer and moved his hand down to her thigh. \n\n“Nah you have to wait now Martin. “\n\nHe sighs and rubs her thing. She stays focused on her game but she smiles slightly\n\n“I see that smile Toni.”\n\n“You don’t see anything...”\n\n“Fine, fine.“\n\nHe closes his eyes, and nuzzles his head against her neck. There’s a small beep and she lays the Switch down on her tits. \n\n“Martin...\n\n“You’re still horny.” Martin sings jokingly.\n\nShe giggles and rolls her eyes. \n\n“Shush you. Lets make it interesting though.”\n\n“Hm?”\n\nShe rolls onto her side, holding onto the switch. \n\n“If you can make me lose my game once before you cum, we can go do all that fancy art blah blah you wanted to do this weekend...but if you don’t win, we will stay home and chill. Deal?”\n\nMartin looked at her bright green eyes for a moment. \n\n“You’re a world class speed runner babe...”\n\n“So work fast stud.”\n\n“I don’t need to, I know all your little secrets remember. “\n\nHe bopped her nose, which she wiggles in response. They shake hands and get into position. She lays the game against the pillow, starting up a new run in the games Classic Mode. \n\n“Ok Martin. I’m ready...”\n\nShe smiles as the first match up begins and her husbands cock enters her wet cunt. The game yelled start and Toni moaned as Martins hand slapped against her ass. For a split second she began to doubt herself...\n\nMore sparks followed as he begun to fuck her. She made it through the first couple of stages with ease even with the spanking. She started to struggle a little as Martin stopped briefly holding his cock in her pussy. She cleared stage 6 as he began to fuck her again, faster. \n\nShe was halfway through the final stage. His cock throbbed, getting closer and closer to filling her. She held back most of her moans, but her body still shook with pleasure as she came twice already. Another spank followed with a second not far behind...\n\n“Yes!” \n\nShe called out letting the game drop onto the pillow. She gripped the bedsheets and yelled in pleasure as his cum filed her pussy and a third orgasm for her followed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The island of the Amazons, a kingdom exclusivly populated by immortal warrior women. No man may enter its borders..... Except for Kevin he's cool.
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"content": ">!Warning, not really dirty. At all.!<\n\nAnother night had begun to depart, dawn was rising once more over the forests, seas, mountains, and valleys of the world.\n\nA few hundred miles southeast from the shore of Maine, an island approximately the size of Maryland received the first gentle kiss of sunlight.\n\nHere, the fabled Amazon train and live, always preparing for their time to fight.\n\nThough many on the island stand nearly two meters high, one man, the only, it would seem, stands at a height of half that.\n\nAnd this morning, like most before and many after, the delicious scent of breakfast flows from his front door to the rest of the village, rousing the lot from slumber.\n\nKevin bustles about his cottage on the edge of town, hard at work as usual, trying his very best to please his neighbors.\n\nThe first woman to enter is Ciela, the eldest of the elders, her daughter Marta not far behind.\n\nThe two wear similar flowing robes, differentiated by colour and cut, for instance, Martas is shorter in the skirt, keeping the fabric three inches off the ground instead of a mere one.\n\nThe reason is clear, her stylish black shoes, imported from the mainland, glisten as if freshly polished from beneath the hem of the skirt.\n\nThe two seat themselves at the counter, excited to start their day with something other than whatever gruel they would have whipped up themselves.\n\nKevin piles their twenty inch plates with pancakes, sausages, berries, and eggs, and the two eagerly wolf down the food between gulps of fresh squeezed, glistering orange juice.\n\nWhen at last their plates are empty, a pair of sighs and a muted, embarassed burp echo quietly in the miniscule dining hall.\n\nKevin sends the duo off with a smile and a wave, before the next matrons enter his humble abode.\n\n>!I hope this story was fun to read, if not, or if you're wondering why I'm posting here, please read below before asking questions.!<\n\n>!I've ghosted around here for a while, suffice it to say I'm not writing anything erotic because I actually like having this username for average stuff, and I'm not going to make an alternate reddit account because of stuff that happened elsewhere.!<"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone has been using magic to turn male students at the high school into hot female cheerleaders. One of the teachers tries investigating so he can stop it, but gets turned into another high school cheerleader himself.
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"content": "I wouldn’t normally have noticed that anything strange had been happening. I was just a twelfth grade chemistry teacher, dedicated to teaching students to love science, and that was pretty much it. In theory, I knew the names of the kids in my class. A lot of them were great. But I have a habit of slipping into routine. I get to class, make a dumb joke, take roll call, and then resume the lesson. When the class is finished, I dismiss the kids and go to my next class. Clockwork.\n\nOne morning—May the 4th—I walked into the class and was in the middle of making one of my jokes when I stopped. My class of 30 kids was usually split evenly between boys and girls. But today, it seemed to favour the girls. That was odd. Transfers *did not happen* this late into the semester. \n\nThe other strange thing: half the girls were red heads, half were blonde; all wore cheerleading outfits. \n\nI stared at the class. This was certainly odd...but something compelled me to continue with the schedule.\n\n“Uh...Alright, roll call...Adams, Frank...”\n\n“Sir, we’ve been over this before,” one of the red heads said, rolling her eyes. “It’s Francine.”\n\n“Oh...right, er...Adams, Francine.”\n\nThe red head raised her long, slender arm into the air. “Present.”\n\n“Uh...Bishop, Ned...”\n\n“Nadine, sir. And present.” Said another red head, blowing a massive bubble of pink chewing gum, and reading a magazine.\n\n“Bradshaw....Denise?”\n\nA blonde smiled, appreciatively. “Had me worried there, teach. Here.”\n\nAnd it went on like that. I had me distracted for the rest of the lesson. I kept messing up the formulae. One of the new—but apparently not new—girls had to correct me. She wore glasses on a blemish free face, and had a chest that strained against her tight, yellow and black Jefferson High Badgers Cheer Team uniform. It was weird. Just yesterday her nickname was Moose, she was 6 feet tall, and had played for the football team. Also, I’m pretty sure she was black then. \n\nBut, hey, maybe it was just me? Maybe I was losing my mind?\n\nThe bell rang. I dismissed my class. The flock of cheerleaders seemed to bounce out of the lab to their next class. I went to my next class and, would you believe that it happened again? Only this time, my *entire* class was filled with buxom blonde and red haired cheerleaders. All looked to be about 18. \n\nI frowned. My first thought was not “where are all the boys?” It was “how big is our school cheerleading squad?”\n\nMy second thought was, “wasn't this a freshman class?”\n\nThe bell rang. The cheerleaders bounced out the door. I had a free period, so I went to the teacher’s lounge. I would have a coffee and read the paper—dinosaur that I was. But I was too distracted by the morning’s events.\n\n“Hey, Gare,” my colleague, Dan Teague, said from his usual spot on the couch. From where I was standing I saw that he was watching porn on his phone. Dan was a maths teacher, and apparently a brave man. I’m pretty sure he was using the school wi-fi.\n\n“Hey, Dan. How was your morning?”\n\n“Sucked. Kids are morons. I have no idea why I became a teacher.”\n\n“Union job, and summers off,” I told him.\n\n“Oh, yea. That’s why.” He smirked, eyes still glued to the screen. “How’s the wife and kids?”\n\n“Cheryl’s well. Her book is due to come out any day now. And it’s only the one kid. He doesn’t do much other than giggle and poop himself.” \n\nI sat down next to Dan on the couch, distractedly. “Say, Dan, did you notice anything strange about any of your classes this morning?”\n\n“Strange how?” He asked.\n\n“Like, a disproportionate number of girls to boys?”\n\nHe shrugged. “I guess. I don’t really pay too much attention to them.”\n\n“Have you noticed there are a lot more cheerleaders running around the school?”\n\nDan grinned, looking up from his phone for the first time. “Actually, I did sort of notice that.”\n\n“And that they’re all red heads and blonde?”\n\nHe nodded excitedly. Sometimes I was unsure if I liked Daniel Teague. \n\n“I counted 20 in my home room, and 30 in second period. I’m sure there will be more in my next class. I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure our cheerleading squad isn’t that large.”\n\nDan shrugged and returned to his phone. “I don’t know, man. Ask their coach. They’d know who’s on the roster.”\n\nSometimes Dan wasn’t totally useless.\n\n“I think I will,” I told him, getting to my feet and leaving the room. \n\nCoach Sanders was a young woman in her thirties. She was new to the school and taught literature. She took the coaching job because she’d been captain of her cheerleading squad in high school, and on her team all through university. Right about now she would be teaching the eleventh graders the classics—not that they would appreciate them.\n\nI knocked on the door to classroom 12B on the second floor. The door opened and I looked into the piercing blue eyes of a man I didn’t know.\n\n“May I help you?”\n\nI was taken aback. “Uh, I’m looking for Ms. Sanders. But I must have the wrong room...”\n\n“No, no. Not at all. Maddie, Mr. Abbot would like a word with you.\n\nHe stepped away from the door and went back to teaching. A tall, bubbly, brunette in the Jefferson Badgers uniform beamed up at me. \n\n“What’s up, Mr. A?”\n\nMy mouth dropped. She looked a bit like Madeline Sanders. Same height, same button nose, same teeny ears. But she was decades younger. If I had to guess, 18 years old. \n\n“Madeline, what happened to you?” I whispered. “Who is that guy teaching your class?”\n\nMadeline laughed. “Whatcha talking about, Mr. A? Mr. Anderson has always taught this class? You’re hilarious.”\n\nMy mouth opened and shut a few times. Words were banging around my head but weren’t leaving my lips. This was impossible. This was insane. \n\n“Just...go back to your seat, Ms. Sanders. I was mistaken.”\n\n“Alright, Mr. A. If you say so. You coming to the big game tonight?”\n\nI frowned. “What big game?”\n\n“You know,” she said, giggling. “Against the North Ridge Wolverines? You just have to see us crush them tonight. They don’t stand a chance! Go badgers!”\n\nFrom inside the class, about a dozen girls shouted “go badgers,” followed by thunderous applause and a chorus of “woooos”.\n\nI ran back to the teachers lounge, frazzled.\n\n“Did you find the coach?” Dan asked, still staring at his phone. \n\n“Yea. Only, Madeline Sanders apparently isn’t the coach.”\n\nDan scrunched up his face in confusion. “I didn’t say Sanders, you idiot. I said Flanders.”\n\n“There is no teacher at this school named Flanders!” I screamed. “Dan, what the he’ll is going on around here?”\n\nDan put his phone in his pocket and got to his feet. “You might want to take the day off, Gare. You don’t look yourself this morning. Maybe the kid has been keeping you up?”\n\nI took a deep breath and steadied myself. That seemed perfectly reasonable. The little guy was keeping Cheryl and I up at crazy hours. I was probably tired.\n\n“That’s a good point, Dan. I’ll just make myself some coffee. That should help.”\n\nI turned to brew a pot. The smell of the roasted coffee beans seemed to settle my nerves. Just stress. That’s all. I turned over to ask Dan if he wanted a pot before we went back to class, but Dan was gone. In his place was a girl with red hair tied in pigtails, wearing a cheerleading uniform, and swiping through a dating app.\n\n“Who are you?” I asked.\n\nWithout looking up from her phone the girl said, in an annoyed voice, “Daniela Teague, sir. You said you wanted to discuss my chemistry paper?”\n\n“No.” I said. “No, no. This is insane. What the fuck is going on around here?!”\n\nThe air filled with the sounds of slow clapping. I turned around to see, surprisingly, a boy. Tall, slightly built, in a pair of jeans and a blue polo shirt. He wasn’t someone I recognized from any of my classes.\n\n“I’m impressed, Mr. Abbot,” he said, grinning. “You’re the only one who has been able to see through my reality altering spell. I’ve been trying to figure it out all morning, and you got me stumped. Must be because you’re an egg head.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll / The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear / To love me also in silence with thy soul.
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"content": "I’m sorry that I came back again so soon, Frank, I don’t mean to be a bother, honest. It’s just, the sun was out this morning, like on full power, you know? You must have felt it. Not a cloud in the sky to block it out, those long shadows from the trees getting shorter too. Even the bluejays noticed, chirping like madmen. Or madwomen, I guess. It’s so nice out, I thought I could get some fresh air and see you. \n\nI’m blathering, aren’t I? Forgive me. Sometimes I don’t know what to say, so I say everything else that isn’t important, all the minutia about things that don’t matter, like the bluejays that you couldn’t have heard anyways. To tell you the truth, I came back for a reason. *Another* reason, besides the fact that I love you. You want to hear it again? *I love you, Frank Palmer*. I love you. I *still* love you. My devoted husb- no, that’s not quite right, isn’t it? *My husband*. \n\nI still wear the ring, you see? The diamond was a little too flashy, but this silver engagement ring...this promise we made so long ago...it’s too precious for me to slip off and tuck away in the jewelry box. Do you remember when you proposed, trying to be all sly at the picnic, hiding the little box between the slices of watermelon and the sandwiches? I just about died when you opened it. I let you make love to me, remember? Under the shady maple tree, you took me from behind. I held the edge of my yellow summer dress above my ass. Undignified, but *so* rewarding. You were so eager, I’d thought you were going to stay inside me forever! Not that I would have minded. \n\nI loved the way you made me feel when we made love. Not just the sex, though the sex was, mmph...very good. I never told you this before, but when you used to toss me onto my knees and you’d grab my hips with those big hands and just *take me* from behind, that felt the best. I couldn’t see your face, couldn’t see your expression, because I was lost, face-down in my own world that I happily let you invade. Maybe if I had looked back, I’d see something different.\n\nYou once told me that we were partners, that we had real stakes in each other’s lives. *Happiness is a long-term debt repaid with declining interest*; that’s how you said it too, with such manly conviction. It used to get on my nerves, how you felt like you were always right, that empirical evidence would prove that yours was the only *logical* reason for how or why things happened. Where’s that cocksure man I knew before? Who’s with me now? \n\nI never begrudged you for finding someone else, someone younger, more vocal. *It should have bothered me more.* Maybe deep down, I knew you were with someone else, even when we sat down to dinner. When I found out, I just kept asking *why*. Why did you stay with me, when you loved her. Why didn’t you admit it? Why did you leave me, and everyone else at the same time? Do you see how angry I am? Why would you *do* this to someone you loved? I know I’m saying sorry a lot but I’m saying it again. I’m sorry I’m crying now. I’m sorry, that I wish you were still here to wipe away these tears. Sorry. Okay. I’m okay.\n\nThere goes the bell, Frank. Church will be letting out soon, and I have to get going. I brought you fresh flowers, though the old ones look like they’re still holding up. There, one big happy bouquet. There’s something else, someone else. He’s a talker, speaks his mind, and he told me he loved me, and I believe him. I’m not here to ask for permission, not here for forgiveness. I just thought you should know, because I wish you had done the same for me. Goodbye Frank Palmer. I loved you more than you ever knew. \n\n***\nSomething different. Comments and feedback are welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] After seeing this image a superhero with the power to create and control fungus finds an intresting new way to fight female super villains.
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"content": "I was thrown backward across the room. My costume was in tatters, revealing my muscled torso, built with relative ease thanks to my super strength. But I wasn’t indestructible. I could still bleed, and the vile villainess Vainglorious, could really pack a wallop. \n\n“You aren’t up to your usual game today, Vindicator,” she smirked, strutting over to where I lay.\n\n Her wide hips, made impossible to not notice thanks to the black leather outfit she chose to wear during our meetings. Her cleavage bounced as she walked. She tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and stopped just a few inches from me. She placed one four inch heel onto my chest and twisted. I gasped in pain.\n\n“Poor muffin,” she said. “You fight and fight, and you never get anything done, really. How many rogues have you put behind bars, only to have them escape? How many times have you foiled my plans? And yet here I am, free as a bird, with you at my feet. Why do you do it, Vindicator?”\n\n“Because it’s the right thing to do,” I said, struggling to get to my feet. She pushed me back with a kick of her foot. “Until the last hero falls, there will always be someone to foil ferocious fiends such as yourself.”\n\n“You are pathetic. Your powers have failed you. Your body is broken. What do you have left?”\n\n“Just...this...” I said, wincing as I pulled out my secret weapon from behind my back. I unwrapped it from the purple cloth which surrounded it. The way her eyes widened in fear was encouraging.”\n\n“Impossible,” she said, stepping back a few inches. “That fungus can only be found on my home planet, which blew up decades ago!”\n\n“This is true,” I said, getting to my feet, holding the glowing orange fungus up to Vainglorious’ face. “Except your last plot, which sent me back in time to the moments before your planet exploded, in a failed attempt to kill me once and for all, allowed me to sample some of the local flora and fauna. My computers told me that this fungus had interesting properties on the women of your planet. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use it. But you leave me no choice.”\n\nShe turned to run, but I leapt forward and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her backward. I then placed the fungus on her breast, which immediately suction cupped itself to her flesh. \n\nShe let out a groan of shock and pleasure, dropping to her knees.\n\n“You have been defeated once and for all, Vainglorious—“\n\nShe was panting loudly, grasping at the fungus, struggling to pull it off of her, but that just made the fungus hold on harder, increasing its power. \n\n“Your megalomania and ego has been your downfall,” I said louder over her moans. “I have proven to you, again, that...uh...that a life of villainy brings nothing but pain and sadness...”\n\nShe didn’t seem to hear me as she writhed one the floor, her breasts now exposed, and her hands rubbing at the space between her leg. I blushed at the sight of her. \n\n“Never mind, I’ll just take you to jail now,” I sighed, hobbling over and grabbing her by the collar. I dragged her to the police station, where I left her on the Commissioners desk with a note that said,\n\n“Hope you have a mop handy.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend have a very odd "power" her pussy can be removed and the reattached freely, fully functional and still leading inside like some sort of portal. After finding this out you decide to take it to work with you for a little fun. After all it would make a perfect desktoy...
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"content": "David placed the pussy on his desk and stared lustfully at it. Lucy was probably still fast asleep at home at this time, but he was going to wake her up very soon. Slowly, he ran his finger up and down the lips of the pussy, watching it start to get wet. Then he took Lucy's favorite vibrator, placed it on her clit, and turned it on to the highest setting.\n\nHis phone rang faster than he expected. \"Did you steal my vagina this morning?\" came Lucy's angry voice over the phone, and David noticed that she also sounded a bit like she was trying to hold back an orgasm.\n\n\"Yes,\" said David, \"I thought it would be fun to have sex while we're away from each other.\"\n\n\"David!\" shouted Lucy, \"This isn't funny! You can't just take my pussy and use it like... Ah... Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh....!!!!!!!!\"\n\nHer screams hurt his ear as the pussy on his desk orgasmed.\n\n\"Holy fuck, that felt so good,\" said Lucy. \"And it's still vibrating, and my pussy is so sensitive. Maybe I'll like this after all. Please put me on video chat and put your headphones on, so I can see what you're doing with my pussy at all times.\"\n\nDavid smiled. \"I knew you were going to love this,\" he said, and turned on the video chat.\n\n\"Fuck me,\" begged Lucy, \"Please fuck me. A want to feel your hard cock deep inside my pussy.\"\n\nGrinning, David pulled down his pants and shoved his cock into Lucy's pussy. Her moan in his ears made him even harder. He grabbed the pussy and began pumping it up and down his dick like a fleshlight. It was like a portal directly to Lucy's body. The end of his cock didn't come out the other end, but disappeared inside the pussy and made Lucy feel so good.\n\n\"I'm going to cum soon,\" moaned David.\n\n\"Yes,\" begged Lucy, \"Yes, do it!\"\n\nHe could feel the orgasm rising getting closer and closer, and just as he was about to cum, there was a knock on the door to the room, forcing him to hold back his orgasm while he was right on the edge.\n\nQuickly pulling his pants up over the pussy that was still around his cock, David opened the door to be greated by his co-worker Stacy.\n\n\"Hey David,\" she said, \"I just need to inforn you of the things you'll have to focus on today. It's going to be very busy today.\"\n\nBut David could barely pay attention as Lucy's pussy was clenching over and over around his cock. He tried desperately to hold back, but the pleasure was too much. Moaning, he fell back into his chair and shot a load of cum into Lucy's pussy.\n\nStacy stared at him with curiosity. \"You have a removable dick, don't you?\" said asked.\n\n\"What?\" said David, \"No! No! What gives you that idea?\"\n\n\"Your girlfriend is playing with it and making you cum,\" she grinned. \"I know she is.\"\n\n\"No,\" said David. \"Actually, you don't. You know as well as I do that removable dicks do not exist.\"\n\n\"Then what do you call this?\" asked Stacy, pulling a huge human dick out of her pocket.\n\n\"Holy fuck,\" said David, staring at the dick which was dripping precum and twitching in Stacy's hand.\n\n\"I know,\" said Stacy. \"I thought my man was the only one with a removable dick as well.\"\n\n\"No, no,\" said David. \"My dick isn't removable. It's my woman's pussy that is removable.\"\n\nStacy's eyes widened. \"Josh is going to love this,\" she said. \"He's always wanted to be able to fuck Lucy. Let's see if the four of us can agree on something here.\"\n\nDavid quickly turned the video chat back on. \"Hey Lucy,\" he said, \"Stacy has Josh's cock here. It's removable just like your pussy. Would you like to get fucked by his cock a little?\"\n\n\"Yes!\" said Lucy, \"I would love that!\"\n\n\"I've got Josh on the phone here,\" said Stacy. \"He's on board with it. Let's do it.\"\n\nDavid picked up Josh's cock and inserted it into Lucy's pussy. The loud moan from the speakers made his own cock twitch. Stacy got down on her knees and took David's cock into her mouth, sucking on it as he fucked the two sexual organs in his hands together.\n\nThe moans from the the speakers got louder and louder, and David fucked Stacy's mouth, preparing for what was about to happen. In a minute, he released a huge load of cum into Stacy's mouth as he heard the orgasmic moans of Josh and Lucy from the speakers.\n\n\"That was amazing,\" said Stacy. \"And I've got an idea. How about I take Lucy's pussy home tonight for Josh to play with, and you take Josh's cock home for Lucy to play with.\"\n\nAll four agreed that this was an amazing sexy idea, and they were happy that they happened to have two people with removable genitals. As Stacy opened the door to leave the room, four women known for stealing things from the other employees passed by and looked into the room, and their eyes widened in horror as they saw what was in David's hand.\n\n\"He has the haunted dildo!\" one of them screamed, and all four of them raced down the hall and out the front door.\n\n\"What was that about?\" asked David.\n\n\"Oh,\" said Stacy, \"Let's just say that they encountered Josh's cock once and are terrified to do so again. It's a long story. On the bright side though, I don't think they'll be stealing stuff from your desk for a long time.\"\n\nShe winked at David before turning down the hall to her own work area."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Fee had been paid, the proper attaire selected, safe transport arranged. All that was left was a few more steps, just over the thereshold to the elvator and then to join the party....
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"content": "Jane reclined in her seat and enjoyed the darkness, the sparse RAF cabin barely illuminated in red by the low power trim. As the plane ascended, she gasped as her body was pushed back by the sudden acceleration, and by the co-pilot’s vigorous attention to her pussy. “Well done, flyboy,” she whispered, “well done.”\n\n“Oh, commander,” he whispered upon her delicate folds, “we’re almost near the drop zone. You have to get ready.”\n\nDD7 shook her head and trapped him between her thighs. “I know, captain, I know. But I’m almost...there....Ahh!” Jane trembled, riding his tongue for another moment before pulling up her panties. She released him and slipped into the jump suit before heading for the rear exit. The door opened and the ice-cold air at 40,000 feet roared around her.\n\n“I love you, commander!” the co-pilot shouted, and Jane was thankful for the deafening noise. *No time for love*, she thought as she slipped on her helmet. HALO jumps were not a good time to think about personal relationships. A buzzer rang, and Jane Bond tumbled out into ether.\n\n*Whoosh*\n\nJane looked at the altimeter display inside her helmet, laid over the map of Dr. Blowbang’s private island. The encrypted radio chirped when she reached 20,000 feet. Em sounded annoyed, as usual.\n\n“Where the hell are you, Bond? The party started an hour ago.”\n\n“An unavoidable flight delay, Em. There was an issue...with the flaps.” Jane’s pussy tingled.\n\n“I *do* wish you did not try to screw the *entire* Royal Air Force, Bond. Look on your screen, you’ll see the insertion point is at the boat house. Our intel revealed that the seabed had been artificially deepened for Dr. Blowbang’s ship.”\n\n“Deep insertion. Got it.”\n\nEm sighed. “Once you land you must infiltrate Blowbang’s gala, find any information related to Project Cephalopod. The extraction team will be waiting to pull you in one hour. Maintain radio silence until then.” \n\nJane focused on her target, a narrow gap between two yachts moored at the boat house. The chuteless system devised by Quen needed exactly 150 feet to slow her down without killing her, and the depth of Blowbang’s launch was 160 feet. *Not much wiggle room*, she thought. Jane’s mind diverted to that time she wiggled her finger in Quen’s tight pussy. “I *do* hope I get another *debriefing*,” she mumbled as she hit the surface of the water.\n\nOf course, the suit worked perfectly. Jane Bond swam to shore and stowed her gear. She flattened her black sequined dress with her clutch and made her way up the boardwalk, heels clicking under her. Bond could see the soft glow of patio lights as she crested the palm tree-lined hill. Her smart contacts revealed the dizzying array of security cameras posted all over the compound. *Dr. Blowbang likes to watch*. She blended into the crowd of guests by the pool and made her way to the bar. \n\n“What will you have, ma’am?” the bartender asked.\n\n“Malibu rum and Sprite, shaken, not stirred,” said a woman behind Jane. “That’s *still* your preferred poison, is it not, Ms. Bond?”\n\n“Ah, Felicity.” The CIA agent stood tall in a gown trimmed in gold and black. The reflected pool water shimmered over her curves and brown skin. “If I’d known you were coming I would have worn something more obvious. Perhaps I could have come draped in an American flag, with sparklers on my tits.” Jane retorted. She grabbed her drink and followed Felicity to a cabana.\n\n“You’re a long way from home, Commander. Tell me, what do the Double-D’s want with Blowbang?”\n\n“The same as the CIA, Felicity. Peace, love, and a little nookie now and then.”\n\nFelicity leaned in closer. “I propose that we work together, seeing how we’re allies and all. I’m sure Em would be more than okay sharing intel, if it led to the mission succeeding.”\n\n“I agree. Now tell me how you were planning on breaking into Blowbang’s underground lair.”\n\nFelicity smiled. “I happen to know that Blowbang has a special guest tonight, someone who has shall we say, *specific* sexual proclivities?” She opened her purse enough for Jane to see the ruby-studded strap-on dildo and latex mask.\n\n“She must be quite a handful,” Jane smirked. “Need help?”\n\n“Oh, *he* loves to have an audience. I’m sure I can add you as my assistant.”\n\nFelicity led them to a guarded elevator door. She flashed her signet ring—embossed with the image of a squid squeezing itself—and the guards let them pass.\n\n“That was a little too easy,” Bond said as the doors closed. As the elevator descended, seawater rushed in from vents on the floor. “That’s not part of the act, is it?”\n\n“I’m afraid not. I take it you’re prepared for such events?” Felicity grabbed a vibrator from her purse and twisted the head until it morphed into a mouthpiece. “Sorry, DD7, there’s only enough air for one.”\n\n“Don’t trouble yourself,” Bond replied. She took off a heel and activated a laser beam that cut away at the floor. When the white-hot circle was complete, she kicked the hole open and dropped into it. The rush of water under her dress peeled it off of her body and she swam naked, in heels. \n\nBond’s contacts switched to night vision and she found a grate to cut through. Felicity followed her into the duct and they swam to a junction chamber. Lifting a grate, they found themselves in the underground bunker.\n\nBond took off her heels and silently followed Felicity until they reached a computer terminal. It didn’t take long for Jane to hack into the system and pull Blowbang’s data.\n\nFelicity stared at her naked, wet form. “Where did you have a thumb drive?”\n\nJane smiled broadly. “It was a little bigger than a thumb, yank.” The transfer completed and Bond stashed the drive again. “Come on, we should go.”\n\n“Please stay, Ms. Bond,” they heard from the catwalk. Dr. Blowbang glared at them from his perch as his armed goons surrounded them. “I believe you have something that does not belong to you. Bring them to the lab!”\n\nFelicity and Jane were forced into a sterile room and bound to two steel tables. Gears turned and their hairs stood on end as a machine began to spin up.\n\n“Allow me to introduce you to The Cuttlefish. It’s a marvel of technology that I had no less than five Nobel laureates killed for. Do you know what it does?”\n\n“Knowing you, it’s a penis pump.”\n\n“Ha, ha, Double-D, but in this case you are correct. But this device feeds off sexual energy and stores it, amplifies it, then *magnifies* its target.”\n\n“And what happens to the donors?” Felicity asked. \n\n“You become shrivelled husks of flesh, just begging to be touched. You’ll go mad, I’m afraid.” Blowbang’s laugh echoed through the room as he left them with the machine. Steel tendrils unrolled from its center and crawled on the table, over their feet, their thighs.\n\n\n“Saucy boy,” Jane said, huffing. “Don’t you know, you should *ask* before you finger a girl?” She squeezed her pelvic muscles and a plug appeared from her backside. She rocked her hips and it rocketed out and slammed the machine, sending it spinning backwards before frying its circuits.Felicity freed herself and stood over Jane, still bound to the table.\n\n“Well, aren’t you going to free me?”\n\n“I just wanna know,” Felicity said, stroking Jane’s inner thigh, “where *do* you hide your toys.” She cupped Jane’s pussy and Bond arched her back. One finger, then two made their way inside.\n\n“Felicity, you should know that I can clamp down so hard and fast that you’d spend the rest of your career holding your gun goofy in less time than you can say *finger bang*.”\n\nShe took out her fingers quickly and cut her loose. “Jane, always for Queen and country.”\n\nThey arrived at the extraction point and slipped into an artificial whale, silently diving into the dark ocean. \n\n“Quen really outdid herself with the realism,” Felicity said. She laid down on the warm fleshy floor and it undulated like a tongue. \n\nJane opened a pouch on the side and retrieved a cocktail shaker with two glasses. “I asked for a few extra amenities. It’s ten hours till we get to London, let’s get comfortable.”\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A farmer forgets to milk his minocow. She is a huge tsundere and tries to jog his memory without giving away that she was looking forward to it.
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"content": "Danny sat at the farmhouse table, eating breakfast like he always did on a Tuesday morning. He was well dressed, showered, cleaned, and had done everything he had normally done in his morning routine… which is why he couldn’t figure out why his Minocow seemed to upset and distant.\n\nSelena, or Sissy, as he commonly called her, stood right outside his window. She stared in, with a disappointed scowl across her face as she watched him eat. He didn’t know why she was upset, because he always ate around this time. The routine was that he would wake up, eat, feed Sissy and then continue the work on the farm. After this, he would get his boots on, trot up with a new bag of Minocow feed, and watch as she ate it all up! She was a cute eater, so he would always stay.\n\nHe tilted his head in confusion, as if to ask silently what was wrong. He was always concerned for his animals, but even more so for the Minocow. Such a rare creature, and a privilege to have on the farm! Sissy seemed to tut, turn around and walk back to the barn house about a hundred meters from the farm house. Danny groaned a bit, knowing that he must have done something to set her off.\n\nHe finished his breakfast, slipped his boots on and began to walk over to the barn house. The boots beneath him slapped against the wet mud, and if he looked closely, he could see his Minicow’s hoof prints in the mud. ‘I’ll have to clean those hoofs before she sets foot on carpet of any sort… Not paying good money for that again’ he thought, slipping hands inside his coat.\n\nHe eventually arrived inside the barn, to the welcoming chirps of the other animals inside. A few horses, plenty of chickens, sheep… though no Minocow. She always gave him a soft moo when he walked in. ‘Must’ve done something reeeal bad this time’ he thought.\n\nDanny trotted over to Selena’s little wooden room, in the highly sought after spot in the corner of the barn. It has easy access to it, only bordered the chickens, and best of all had a nice cool breeze coming from the side. The crisp cool English Country air was always appealing. He went up to the side, rested his arms on the top as he looked down below.\n\n“Selena, you okay? You seem a bit moodier than usual…” He asked concerningly.\n\n“I’m fine…” Selena replied. She was face down on the mattress stuffed with hay.\n\n“You don’t seem fine… In fact, you seem really upset.”\n\n“I said I’m fine!”\n\nHe paused for a moment. Danny dragged over the bag of Minocow feed, scooping some up in the measuring cup, rattling it around. Sissy’s bovine ears perked up, feeling her internal body clock and the need… the need to feed.\n\n“Wanna talk about it over breakfast?” Danny asked.\n\nSelena hesitated for a moment. She was supposed to be angry with him… but Minocow feed\\~\n\n“…okay…”\n\nSissy chomped down on the whole thing, hardly sparing a moment to breathe. Danny watched happily as the Minocow seemed to be a bit cheerier.\n\n“So Sissy… You wanna tell me what I did?”\n\nHer mouth was full of food when she tried to talk, with small chunks flying as she spoke.\n\n“Yah, uhh fuhhut th huuk hre!”\n\nDanny paused for a moment. He didn’t quite get that.\n\n“Yuu didn’t muuh-” she said, suddenly swallowing a big bit of chow. She seemed annoyed at this point, and immediately grabbed her tits with those cute Minocow hands. She squeezed them, milk squirting from the hardened nipples. Danny’s eyes suddenly went wide open, as he took a small gasp of air.\n\n“I didn’t… nooooo!” He said, realising his mistake. Not once yesterday did he milk his Minocow, and so she was, reasonably too, at that, irritated. Minocow’s made lots of milk every single day, so regular milking helps to keep them from severe irritation.\n\n“You poor poor thing! We better fix this right away, shouldn’t we!”\n\nShe nodded, as Danny stood up fully, taking a high step over the gate to Selena’s little space. The normal procedure for milking a Minocow was strange, but the product was worth it! He attacked a suction cup to each breast, squeezing the seal a few times to make sure there was a good vacuum to extract as much as he could.\n\nThe curious thing about Minocow milking however, is that even with a strong suction, it’s often not enough to get it out! It needs a bit of… force\\~ Which is why once Sissy was on all fours, he dropped his pants, slipping underwear off too. Sissy always made sure he was excited for milking time, since the better I was at milking, the more she would give!\n\n“Ready, Sissy? Milking in three, two… now!” Danny said, flicking the switch on the suction devices. The loud whirring could be heard through the entire barn, as he slipped his cock inside his Minocow. Sissy let out joyous moans, and with was thrust inside, her tits rocked back and forth.\n\nThe suction must be really good to be staying on with this much force\\~ Danny, after royally messing up with his milking yesterday, was determined to make amends. His pace quickened with his Minocow, as she stuck her behind out more and more, desperate to feel him deeper.\n\n“Muuuh\\~ Huuuah\\~ Daaaaanny\\~” she cried, smiling wide. Danny ran his hand through her beautifully coloured purple hair, not slowing for a second. Milk tanks were filling fast, and considering how much she might have, he may need to perform a mid-milking switch.\n\n“Enjoying this, Sissy? You gonna let me hear a moo? I didn’t get one this morning\\~” He teased, hitting the back of her rump harder and harder. Moving ears flew back and forth with each slam of his cock.\n\n“Mmmuh\\~\n\n# ”MOOOOOOOOOAH~”\n\nHe gave one last powerful slam into her rump, as he finally felt himself finish inside the wonderful Minocow. His panting was heavy, as was hers. Seems that with the final smack of his cock inside her, the suctions had dropped from her milky tits. No matter though… both milk collectors were full to the brim.\n\nHe gave Sissy a pat on her head, stroking over those soft horns.\n\n“Good cow\\~”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: if a human isn't from a magical bloodline, then the only way for them to permanently gain magic is to be impregnated by a magical creature. It's definitely worth it...
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"content": "Ever since I was a child I was obsessed with magic. I eagerly awaited the development of my own magical powers until finally my mother sat me down and explained that humans don't get magic. \n\nFor years I believed her and tried to find a new passion, but late in high school at my best friend Kelly's sleepover party I learned the truth. Humans not from a magical blood line can gain magic, permanently, if they are impregnated by a magical creature. \n\nOver joyed I began pursuing magical studies again. Carefully I learned everything I could about magical creatures and the magic transference process. It seemed that the powers a person would gain were based on the individual and the creature they were impregnated by. \n\nAll of the pieces of my plan were in place except one. I needed to go to the magic market and trade for a fertility potion. I might only get a few chances at being bred in my entire life and I wanted to ensure that they worked. \n\nThe market, as usual, was hot and crowded. The stall I was looking for was not though. Set back slightly from the rest, the potioneer's stall sported a dull canopy below which was strung hundreds of different glass bottles that shone in the sunlight. \n\n\"So, were you able to make what I requested?\" I asked\n\nGruffly, he nodded and gestured me closer before saying, \"I hope you have not lied to me. This potion is potent - it should take only a few drops to ensure your fertility.\" \n\n\"I didn't lie.\" I lied. \"I just want to show my mother some grandchildren before she dies. It would make her so happy.\"\n\nSighing, he handed over the potion and counted out my change. \"You need to be careful, more than three drops at a time and you could end up . . . I'm not even sure. Its not a popular potion.\" Smiling, I nodded at his suggestion before making my way down to the beach. \n\nAll of my research had shown that, tonight, under the new moon, water nymphs would visit the beach. All I had to do was attract one to me. Eagerly I made my way down the soft sand of the beach to the rocky coves where I knew at least a few tended to emerge. \n\nAs the sun sank below the horizon, a few rays glimmered off the damp shoulders of a nymph emerging from the waves. Quickly I pulled out the vial and used the dropper to place 4 drops on my tongue. The taste was pleasant, almost creamy and milk like with a hint of vanilla. \n\nI felt nothing, and the nymph was getting closer. Desperately I shook 3 more drops onto my tongue and swallowed before stowing the vial and stepping out from behind the rock.\n\n\"Oh! I thought that I would have the beach to myself this evening!\" I said in fake surprise\n\nThe nymph stared at me blinking owlishly. Then in a movement almost to fast to follow he slid up next to me. \"It would appear not.\" they replied.\n\nI jumped slightly in surprise at the motion before laughing demurely, \"Would you mind walking me back to town?\" I asked batting my eyelashes trying to ignore the warmth spreading through my core.\n\nNodding, they offered me their arm. Taking it i tried to fight the sensation of myself growing wet and aroused. I could also feel something changing inside me like a switch was being pushed close to the flipping point. \n\nAs our arms intertwined I felt my breasts and ass start to push out slightly. My clothes began to feel hot and tight and I wriggled slightly as we walked trying to get used to the sensation. As subtly as possible I glanced down at my boobs, and found that they were several sizes larger than when I stepped onto the beach and were straining my undergarments to the point of near indecency. \n\nSmiling, the nymph turned to me, \"Is there anything I could help you with?\"\n\nOvercome by a wave of desire, I whispered \"Fuck me.\"\n\n\"Really?\" They said in surprise. My only response was to pull them close and kiss them. \n\nThey responded enthusiastically, reaching around to undo the stays on my garments. As my clothes fell away, they stripped out of their pants exposing a huge dick. Gasping softly I took it in before they pulled me close again.\n\nGently teasing my clitoris, they eased me onto the ground and straddled me. Slipping inside the first time made my back arch with pleasure and I moaned. From there they worked slowly, drawing forth another orgasm as they began to slip in and out of my pussy faster.\n\nPounding against, me I could found my heels digging into the sand as I began to push back, working their cock and my pussy in tandem. Finally, they came. I felt them twitch into me repeatedly until I thought I could feel it spurting back out around their member.\n\nWhen they stopped and withdrew I sighed in pleasure and began to push myself up when I noticed another figure emerging from the ocean. Giving a blissed out smile I tried to signal the second nymph closer by waving. \n\n\"Hey.\" They said. \n\nThe one who had just finished nodded gruffly and tugged their pants back on before extending an arm to help me to my feet. Wobbling slightly, I glanced down at myself. Large boobs that I could feel tightening in the cool air, stomach distended from semen, and covered in sand I imagined that I didn't look great.\n\nCarefully I tried to dust the sand off of myself. As my hands brushed across my bum I noticed that it to was larger than when I had first stepped onto the beach. In slow realization I dragged my hands around to my hips, which had similarly widened. Grinning, I asked, \"Sloppy seconds?\"\n\nThey both turned to me and then glanced at each other. After a pause I said, \"I can take you both.\" I blushed. What had made me say that? However, as they pulled off their pants and approached me all I felt was a tingle of anticipation.\n\nReaching around me one fondled my breasts, arousing me and making my nipples grow hard. The other spread me open and they penetrated me. The feeling of them both was too much and my knees gave out as they thrust faster and harder. It seemed as though they were trying to out do one another.\n\nHelplessly I was rocked by orgasms as they worked my body over. The first of them came and I cried out as I felt my stomach stretch to accommodate their seed. Switching seconds after finishing the second one came and a wave pleasure crashed over me making roll my eyes back in pleasure as I orgasmed yet again. \n\nAfter what felt like hours I was dripping cum and they seemed spent, both taking their leave of me on the beach. Clumsily I dressed and made my way home. \n\nThe next morning I awoke to a stomach that was still distended. In confusion, certain that I had been flatter when I went to sleep, I went to the bathroom mirror. My stomach stuck out undeniably. I looked 4 maybe 5 months pregnant. \n\nIn shock I turned to the pitcher of water and waved my hand. The water inside sloshed violently and knocked the pitcher to the ground. Finally, I had magic!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A modest corporate executive finds out she gets her employees to give her more respect and better results when she shows up to work in her suit minus the pants.
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"content": "Karen was a bitch. She knew that about herself, she was honest to her team about it.\n\nMore then that though, she was ruthless and had no shame. She heard the talk from her team as she walked by. She didnt punish people for looking at her or talking about her body like it was a piece of meat. That just told her it was an asset to be exploited like anything else.\n\nSo when her team started to say things like \"Damn, I wish i had a swimsuit edition of the company mag, just to see Karen's ass.\"\n\nShe would respond with \"get ten percent over goal and you might be able to.\"\n\nOf course, they still didn't hit goal, but it was an increase of one or two percent so it was worth the talk.\n\nUntil Lisa got hired that is. Lisa was gay, she was shy, and outside of work would barely leave the house. She heard the arrangement and, somehow, she would work hard enough to hit the absurd goal set by karen.\n\nKaren was honest. She wasnt lieing when she said people could see her ass if the goals where met. So she started to walk around the office without her pants.\n\nPeople started to try to give Lisa the work they didn't want to do. So Karen, intending to protect her investment, would fire and replace them within the day.\n\nWith Lisa bringing their quota up every week she was sifting through more and more people. Oddly enough, the horniest men would quit the fastest, but Lisa had an online clique who was willing to work from home for the same sorts of rewards each of them a severely introverted lesbian, bisexual or pansexual woman.\n\nIt was the closest thing to love Karen's black heart ever felt. They would hit fifty or sixty percent over the most obcene goals the company could give them. And she would in turn reward her team, usually with photographs ir videos, but once each year, they'd all go on a vacation to a desert island for a week, where karen would personally see to their every need.\n\nIt was her ultimate position of power. Too productive for the company to do anything about, a loyal and eager team willing to get anything done and faster then she could have hoped to from anything else (yes she paid them in their prefered method for personal favors) and all she had to do was play mistress for a bunch of nerd girls. She was more then happy to oblige."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Horror
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"content": "1 there is a school near the bayou. two stacyes keep bully the wrong voodooesque goth girl and keeps be telefucked by voodoo dolls in middle of the class or fucked by swap horrors in return. \n\n2 space age. a girl is trained and sold to one alien tentacles mass as service dog. the alien don't own eyes or ears so it perceives the world by touch. the service dog is needed to guide it where is impolite touch everything and everyone so the alien touches only her\n\n3 one dr Frankenstein descend put on his lab in a remote place in east Europe and start to experiment. to avoid his ancestors mistakes he built his creatures all female and programmed to love him. the things go out of hand when the creatures start to modify themselves and fight for the best parts to be sexy in the eyes of their master"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Its Free-use day! A day of generosity where adults of all shapes and sizes allow themselves to be freely used by those that lust after them. It's a time of happiness and pleasure. And most everyone enjoys it but, every holiday has it's scrooge.
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"content": "Free Use Day started as a “holiday” at Colestone Community College to relieve stress during finals. The holiday wasn’t mandatory and if students didn’t want to participate, their names were issued around campus on a Do Not Touch lists. The students loved it, even the DNT students didn’t mind the holiday. \n\nThe holiday soon spread to the community and was a hit. Again a DNT list was delivered by a dedicated street team that delivered the lists during the night like a bunch of perverted Santa Clauses. Again even the DNT members were fine to let have the other have their fun..except for Harold. \n\nThe twenty something yuppie spent as much time as he could heckling the people just trying to have a little fun. He didn’t seem to deter many of hem but he felt like he was accomplishing something now that the whole thought he was a stick in the mud and quite frankly a bit of an asshole. But then something changed the night before that faithful Free Use Day of 2020. Harold finally lost his virginity to his long time girlfriend, another long standing holdout of the DNT list that finally wanted to indulge in the festivities and most importantly do it besides the man she loved."
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