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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a superhero who tends to overcome villains by seducing them, you thought that your pregnancy might impede your escapades... It most certainly has not.
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"content": "In my High School years, I was known for being an upcoming young Heroine. Sure, I have the usual powers, super toughness, thermal control, super stamina, all that good stuff every female powered has, but my big draw is that instead of trying to get the Villains to wish they were dead, I flirted with them. Those who happened to be around my own age would just stammer around confused until the cops arrived to haul them to juvie, while the rest just got knocked out cold.\n\nEvery Hero has their birthday off, at least from going after Villains. The more famous the Hero, the more elaborate the party, with the likes of the Paragon getting lavish galas which last the whole day. For me, when I turned 18, it was more along the lines of a get-together with my classmates. We talked about all the usual Highschooler stuff, annoying teachers, homework, which students might be young Villains, all that stuff. After that, I went to bed refreshed, hopefully ready for more patrolling.\n\nThe next day went really weirdly. I got so used to Villains being unable to do anything when I flirted with them, that when I tried the same trick with the Count, I was shocked when he just shifted into his bat form and flew off. No Villain had been able to get away from me before, so I had no idea what was going on. But then again, I had never faced the Count myself, so it could just be that it's a vampire thing.\n\nUnlike females, male powereds have a wider variety when it comes to what you can see. Some are faster than a speeding bullet, others are more powerful than a steam locomotive, one famous ad even shows the Paragon leaping the tallest building in his hub city in a single bound, and many have some way to fly. This makes new male powereds a whole lot more unpredictable.\n\nThat night, I was chilling out, wondering what the results of my finals would be, when I heard something slam against my bedroom window. I went to see what happened, finding a roughly bat-shaped smear of something. Yuck, that is going to be a bitch to clean up. I would like to ask my parents, but the kayfabe rule says that a Hero is not allowed to tell, or do anything to show, their loved ones about being a Hero. While originally proposed to try to protect said loved ones from getting targeted by Villains, these days it's more along the lines of keeping their sanity more or less intact.\n\nSeeing no other option but to do it my own damn self, I head to the kitchen, grab all the cleaning supplies I can carry, and haul them up to my bedroom. I have no idea how much I will need, so I make more trips, make sure to get all the cleaning supplies, and do the same over the rest of the house. At one point, I run into my mom, who complains to me that my room is starting to reek of cleaning supplies, and suggests I find something else to freshen it up. I decide to be a jerk teenager and bring the garlic to my room too.\n\nI open the window to clean it, only for a bat to fly right in. Well at least the smear's gone, somehow. I have no idea why a bat would want to come into my room in particular though, maybe it thinks the stink is guano and it needs to go to the bathroom. I decide to pick up the bat and let it sniff everything I brought to my room, so it knows that no, this is not a toilet. The cleaning supplies elicit no reaction, but it seems to hate the garlic for some reason.\n\nRed Flag: the only reason for a bat to react like that to garlic is because it's actually a vampire. And I invited it in by opening my window. Oh shit, it must be after my blood, but why would any vampire bother to hunt a powered when there are plenty of pre-powered kids? Maybe this vampire doesn't like drinking from kids? All I can really do to find out is to let it take on its human form. That means getting it away from the garlic.\n\nWaiting for my parents to go to bed has never been so boring. With nothing better to do, I take out my smartphone. Seriously, it's pretty much the only thing electronic I have access to, what with the decline of personal computers on the decline these days. Getting out the camera app, I decide to point it at the vampire to see whether it really is true that vampires are only visible in person or if that's just an excuse to not televise vampire encounters. However, it looks like my little guest would rather have me download some kind of text file first. Sure, why not, not like there's anything better I could do.\n\nOnce the download finished, the vampire just disappeared. Yes, vampires actually can teleport, but most only bother at night. During the day, the sun is too intense for that little trick to be completely safe. Feeling curious, I open the text file, wondering what it says.\n\n*Miss, you may be wondering why things are, different now. It would seem that you had become used to seducing your adversaries into submission, taking advantage of the veil of innocence which safeguards every child from carnal lust. However, now that you are of age, that veil no longer functions for you. This is not intended to be a threat, rather, it is simply a warning that to seduce is to invite intimate attention. You would be advised to take this information into account for the foreseeable future.*\n\nOkay, looks like that's vampire-speak for \"You were just a kid, now you're a woman, act like it.\"\n\nGraduating High School was a bit of a relief for me. Now that I have my diploma, I can officially be a full-time Heroine, instead of having to work around a class schedule. Of course, finding my own place, getting a civilian job if I want one, those are rites of passage for anyone too. Whereas Heroes are afforded public housing, most Villains either keep dynastic homes, a fancy term for living with your parents for generations, or practically live in prison, only breaking out if they feel like doing Villain things. In addition, while for any Hero, a civilian job is simply a matter of preference, most Villains desperately need a source of legal income just to make ends meet.\n\nOver time, I manage to figure out some tricks, how to pose just so to make a man into pretty much a wreck, all that good stuff. However, sometimes a Villain will get lucky enough to have his way with me before getting hauled off to prison, but with so many Villains in the world, it adds up.\n\nOnce I got pregnant, I figured my usual MO would be put on a damper, especially since most Heroines opt for maternity leave if they opt to carry to term. However, I notice that most Villains are reluctant to hurt a pregnant lady, even if she happens to be a Heroine in costume. Each Villain I had sex with during that time was especially reluctant, after all, what man would be willing to harm a child he may have fathered?\n\nThis forms a cycle over the years. Flirt, have sex, make babies, repeat. My oldest son has just begun puberty: I wonder what powers he will develop."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Today’s lecture at alien college is on human mating practices. Nikky has volunteered to be a live model for the class.
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"content": "(A bit of a rework of a suggestion I provided on another writer’s Prompt Me post, a long while back... Also a bit long-winded, so bear with me.)\n\nThe bulk of the seminar’s attendees hail from a species with a rather utilitarian approach to sex...\n\nIn their culture, sexual partners are deemed attractive, chosen, and accepted based on quantifiable traits - greater physical strength, higher mental acuity, quicker recovery from illness or injury, etc. - which, when passed on, will help to assure any potential offspring’s survival.\n\nThe act of sex, for them, is similarly unnuanced. Sex is approached in a straightforward manner, completed as quickly as possible, and attempted only in conscious and planned efforts to reproduce.\n\nAs a guest lecturer and live model for the seminar, Nikky has her work cut out for her, walking her class through the many aspects of human sexuality. Concepts such as superficial attraction (good looks), romance, foreplay, and sex for pleasure will compose the covered materials for the day...\n\nThat this species is remarkably humanoid means two things; Nikky will only have to bridge a cultural gap, rather than an anatomical one... and her live demonstrations with volunteers from the audience will be that much easier to complete and explain..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She can be a bit... 'possessive'.
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"content": "\"...and that's why I...\"\n\nAaron was unable to finish the thought. His waxing philosophical about his chosen profession apparently hit the right mix of poetry, charm, and the table's level of inebriation. The woman he thought out of his league moments before grabs his shoulder, swings up onto his lap, and stops the sentence with one of the most urgent, passionate kisses he could imagine.\n\n\"Mine!\" she says, winking to her friend across the table, fingers running through Aaron's hair. His poetic train of thought long since vanished at the feeling of her soft curves pressed against him and her fingers across his scalp.\n\n\"Uh... I...\" he stammers, grinning sheepishly while his eyes pour over his newly advantageous view.\n\n\"You what?\" she whispers into his ear. \"You better not say you're taken or else you're going to have a very upset girlfriend after tonight.\"\n\n\"N- no. Just you're creating quite an urgent problem with how you're on my lap, and we are in public.\" He's not sure how he managed to form an entire sentence with his willpower in a puddle on the floor, but he's pretty sure that it was the socially appropriate response. Maybe. As long as it doesn't make her stop with the hugging and the playing with the hair.\n\n\"It certainly doesn't seem like a problem to me, but maybe we should get out of public and take care of it either way.\" She leans in and plants another kiss on him to be extra clear with her intentions and then slowly unwinds her fingers from his hair, watching his eyes roll back like a kitten being scratched behind its ear. She pushes her chest into his and whispers hotly in his ear, \"your place. Now.\" One quick flick of her tongue on his earlobe and she can feel him shudder underneath her.\n\nShe slides down off his lap and the bar stool and grabs his hand, pulling the spellbound gentleman behind her and waving quickly at the table. \"Hopefully he'll be a fun toy for a few weeks,\" she thinks, shifting to holding his arm tightly between her bosom as they walk out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve lived for thousands of years, but now one stubborn person unknowingly threatens your life by not wanting to have sex with you.
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"content": "Ended up going in a slightly different direction before I noticed the hidden idea, but I hope it's still passably entertaining. Content warnings: religion, brief allusion to non-con, Farmington, MO.\n\n***\n\n*\"Unto the Venerable Grand Master Reeves, Illuminatus Prime, his humble brother Hannitanit Barca-Magon of the Second Age gives most respectful greeting.*\n\n*Dear Keanu,*\n\n*I am sorry for not writing in so long - the decades do fly by quickly. I gather from the popular media that you are having a great deal of fun in your present guise.*\n\n*With solemn regret I inform you that I will be unable to attend the crisis synod of our order in Zurich. It would seem the terms of my old covenant have caught up with me at last. I wish you wisdom and good fortune. I know the fate of our world is, as ever, in safe hands.*\n\n*~~Fratern~~*\n\n*~~Fr~~*\n\n*I suppose I owe you a fuller explanation.*\n\n*Some weeks ago, I was on my way back to the civilised world after investigating a minor metaphysical anomaly in the Mark Twain National Forest in the American state of Missouri. It turned out to be perfectly benign and localised, but events move so quickly nowadays that vigilance is never in excess.*\n\n*The hour of dawn had come and passed. I was quite alone on the road. Hunger seized me, and by a happy accident the small nexus of lights ahead turned out to be an American diner. Not exactly luxurious fare, but I remembered taking a meal in one of those in* *~~1956~~* *1957? and so I thought I knew what to expect.*\n\n*I parked my car in front. It was a tiny establishment with an American flag on a pole just outside and flower planters hanging from on a wooden railing. You must know the kind I mean.*\n\n*As I entered, I noticed two older men having breakfast. One of them wore a cap with embroidery that referenced some naval vessel. They gave me baleful looks. The young woman who was frying eggs and bacon inside the little kitchen corner, however,* *~~gave me a~~* *was* ***~~####~~*** *much more welcoming.*\n\n*She said: 'Hiya, handsome, have yourself a seat. Be right with you.' I remember that with utmost clarity.*\n\n*“So where you from?” That, as well, after she came by and took my order.*\n\n*'Carthage,' I said. I had been too overcome to invent a simple lie. She was surprised: 'Carthage? That's all the way on the other side of the state! Well, you're far from home!' I recovered enough presence of mind to introduce myself as 'Han' and neglected to elaborate on my North African origins of twenty-eight centuries ago.*\n\n*Further on, I learned that her name was Ally, short for Allison. She was living with her parents, who owned the diner, and she was about to begin night classes at an institution called Mineral Area College. The old men cleared their throats a lot while Ally and I spoke, and one of them diverted her with a request of more coffee.*\n\n*~~She had I W~~*\\*\\*\\*~~##rds cann I watched Her hair was black, halfway bleached and she was w###~~\\*\\*\\**~~g a fuchsia uniform dress and~~* *I will say simply that I was thunderstruck by my first sight of Ally, in a manner that I had not yet experienced, not once in many hundreds of liaisons. Unfortunately, I quickly realised what that meant.*\n\n*When I left the diner, I looked up and searched the sky. Upon the deep blue crescent opposite the sunrise, a small star shone that had not been there before. Tanit, my goddess, would have her due: if I did not consummate this true love soon, my long life would come to an end.*\n\n*I will confess to you, Keanu, that I sat in my car and wept like a child. I felt overwhelming joy at having found Ally and only the faintest twinge of fear - in truth, I did not expect difficulty fulfilling my oath. Eventually, to my sorrow, the balance of the two would reverse.*\n\n*Though I was a fish out of water in that time and place, I bent my energies to courtship immediately. I checked into a nearby motel and returned to the diner the following morning. I asked her* *~~for a rendez-vous~~* *out for drinks and she agreed. She liked my car a great deal - it was German, fast, and expensive, but I had rarely thought about it. (I lost passion for steeds once steel and the black blood of the earth replaced horseflesh) We kept up* *~~a trickle of whispers using digital telephones~~* *a sporadic but lively conversation via text. Flowers, those eternal allies, worked their magic. At one point, in the heat of the moment, I offered Paris. Ally laughed and called me 'her fancy guy' but declined - what would people say? I should have taken note.*\n\n*After a particularly intimate evening - we had entertained ourselves at what passed for a dance club in Farmington, Missouri - the time seemed right. Ally was flushed from exertion and laughter (after a few drinks I had reverted to some very old forms of dancing which amused her greatly) and seemed to be in a wonderful mood. I kissed her, and she kissed me, though by any proper measure it was chaste as a dried fig. I took her body in my hands and sought to bring her closer and suggested we return to my motel. 'Han!' she admonished, still grinning and blushing, which I took as playing coy, but then 'Han! Han, no. No, stop.'*\n\n*I gave my apologies and assurances and drove her home, but a frost fell across our night. On the firmament, the star of my doom grew brighter.*\n\n*The next day, over caramel bacon bars, Ally brought up the subject of the previous night. She went about it like this: 'Han, can I ask you a serious question?' Naturally, I encouraged her. The question was: 'Do you believe in God?' I was slow to answer - at least I had the nous not to ask which god - and she continued: 'Because I really like you but you're going really fast,* *~~and I don't think~~* *and I don't know if you really get that part of me.'*\n\n*Then the floodwaters poured forth. Ally was 'saving herself' for marriage. She had made one 'mistake' in the past but she had reconsecrated herself - I remain somewhat unclear on the details, but the meaning was plain enough. She liked me, she thought I was 'hot', but she was not ready.*\n\n*So you see, Keanu: whisper-veiled Tanit was caught in a struggle with the meek lamb of Nazareth, and the lamb was winning.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) The Princess happens to be the first child of an aging king. Since she was born female, the heir to the throne was instead given to her younger brother. Hungry for power, she decided to seduce the king, her own father. One night, she proceeded to put her plan in motion.
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"content": "Father usually gets to bed after the sun sets, tonight was like every other night. As soon as he excused himself from the throne room where she had been reading to him she headed to her room to prepare. \n\nIt had been over a decade since mother had passed, a terrible illness of the lung. Father was a handsome man even with his ever increasing age. Rugged in his features and he still stood tall in the presence of his subjects. \n\nHer thoughts were racing as she entered her room...\n\"He will be getting undressed now. What shall I tell him?!? OOOOOHHHHH! A nightmare, perfect, that'll do. Daddy always did love being my hero.\"\n\nShe threw her clothes about her room and changed into her simple white cotton gown. Originally, it would have been very conservative but she had taken the time to cut and hem, shape and stitch it. It was now the perfect nightie that dipped low between her large young breasts and the end barely covered her plump little ass. She wasnt of a frail build but she definitely wasnt of the gluttonous variety either. The was full in what the men said were all the right places. \n\nShe quietly shut the door to her chambers and tip toed to her father's door. \n\n\"I don't understand why he would even consider Terebis to take the throne. He's wildly immature and it is my right. Just because I have a vaguna doesn't mean I can't rule. I'll show him exactly what having a pussy can do for me.\" \n\nThe last of her rageful thoughts passed as she knocked and heard that familiar deep thunderous voice from the other side call out, \"Enter.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They're the greatest heroes for hire and bounty hunters in all the land. They're also a Succubus and a Satyr.
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"content": "I took it in an urban fantasy direction.\n\n***\n\nCassius ran after his mark, hooves crashing through the dirty city puddles. The chase had gone on for too long, and he was starting to feel it in his lungs. The sooty water splattered against his wooly legs and bare chest, giving him cold chills. “You know, Russell,” he yelled, “you could make it easier on yourself, easier on me, if you’d just, fucking, **stop!**” They never did.\n\nThe runner turned into a narrow alley and Cassius slowed down, trying to catch his breath.The other end was blocked off and dark, and he could *just* make out Russell’s outline near the brick wall. “Come on, man,” the satyr said between gasps of air, “this is it. Go to jail, do not pass go.”\n\nRussell’s fanged teeth glowed white like a cheshire cat. He ran back towards Cassius and the freedom of the street. With his thyrsus in hand, Cassius stood ready to use it, but his target turned at the last minute and jumped to grab a fire escape ladder. \n\n“Oh, you have to be fucking *kidding* me,” Cassius grumbled, shaking his horns. Russell was already two flights above him by the time he reached the first metal balcony. His hooves sounded like hammers as he took up the stairs, keeping an eye on his target. Russell vanished when he reached the top. \n\nThe din of the city below hid Russell’s footfalls as he sprinted on the rooftop. He could see the orange streetlights dotting the East river and the Styx Transdimensional Freeway, just a few blocks away. The taste of freedom in his mouth made him drool. *Wait, my mouth shouldn’t be this wet...why am I hungry?*\n\n“Why indeed?” Ganto asked him as she floated down on black wings. She stood a foot taller than him, her oily breasts at eye-level capturing his imagination as only a succubus’ could. Russell wanted to flee, wanted to fuck, wanted to live and die all at the same time. Instead, he stood, trembling before the naked demon as she embraced him, and he suckled a breast. “Shh, shh, my pet. Time to go back home.” Russell’s groans and protests grew softer as she pulled more of his life force through her nipples.\n\n“We need him alive to collect the bounty,” Cassius said, climbing off the ladder. “Zombie husks don’t count either.”\n\n“Fine,” she sighed. Ganto let him go and Russell fell to the ground with a shit-eating grin on his markedly older face. “Spoil my fun.”\n\n“Cuff him and let’s get back home.” Cassius wiped streaks of gunk from his chest but only managed to give himself dirty stripes. “I fucking hate the mortal plane.”\n\nGanto sat on Russell’s face and laughed when he struggled to breathe. “Aw, come on, Cash,” she said, slapping the iron shackles to his flailing arms. “Live a little.” She spread her pussy with two fingers and sat back down on the more docile, more compliant bond jumper. \n\n“*After* we bring him in,” he sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to going down the ladder in *cloven feet* but that was part of the job. “Remember, Archon needs him alive, and lively! So don’t screw him!” Looking back at Russell’s throbbing erection already threatening to rip his pants at the seams, and having first-hand knowledge of Ganto’s general lack of self-control, Cassius knew that was a tall order.\n\n \n\nAfter the drop-off, the pair walked to Broken Halos, a demon-friendly bar on the East side. The glamor that made them look like ordinary overweight tourists faded as they stepped past the vestibule and found an open booth. \n\n“A bladder of pinot grigio for me,” Cassius told the waitress.\n\n“I’ll have a white as well,” Ganto followed, “since Mr. By-the-Scroll here didn’t let me get some before, while it was *fresh*.”\n\n“Well, we can pay for these drinks and then some, thanks to the coin we earned by not delivering damaged goods.” When their drinks arrived, they drank quietly and pondered their next move. \n\n“California is nice,” the succubus suggested. “Warm weather, lots of narcissistic, transient souls looking for a good deal, plenty of mortals reneging on contracts? It might be pretty nice.”\n\n“*Pretty nice*,” he repeated, “Still, there’s a lot of work here. Why bother pulling up roots and rebuilding our reputation? Besides, I hear their pizza *sucks*.”\n\n“A girl can dream, can't she?” she replied, dropping her hand on his hairy lap. Her lustful aura didn’t work on satyrs, but Ganto’s expert hand still got him hard.\n\n“You’re not a girl,” he growled, then kissed her. His kick was fast, dislodging the table to give them more room in the booth. The demon straddled his lap then spread her wings around them to offer a little privacy, as if the patrons couldn’t *hear* what was happening beneath.\n\nCassius’ cock was like another limb, hot and muscular. Ganto loved how it filled her completely without any of her shifting tricks. She could be herself around him, and he could be himself inside her. \n\n“Tell me how much you love it here,” he scowled, gnashing his teeth on her black nipples until she seethed. \n\n“No, you.” Ganto tightened her muscles around his cock and Cassius howled with delight. They moaned and bucked, screamed and bleated under the dark folds of her wings until each of them came hard, then harder. Sated, he wiped his flaccid cock against his wool and fixed the table. \n\n“Tell me the truth,” he said as the glamor re-emerged around him. “You’d miss it here.”\n\nGanto shook her head. “I’d miss you, you old goat. *Anywhere* could be home.” \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] [CC] People often wonder why all female mages have such large breasts or asses. or why male casters are all so hung that there budges are visible matter what kind of pants they're wearing. or why magic users and general are always thick in the right places. the answer is simple.
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"content": "This just some additional dialogue and exposition.\n\n \n\n***\nPart Two\n \n\n“The Order of Dragonflies, is a specialized coven, reserved for Enchanters, Empaths, and those gifted in the arts of Mental Manipulation.”\n\n*Mental Manipulation?* Brent nodded gravely, “So, what do you do for a living?”\n\nEm smiled, “I’m a contractor,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone, “I work for the government.”\n\nIt was oblivious she didn’t wish to go into the details, so he decided it would be best if he dropped it. Still, Brent’s mind raced with questions, he had never had a real conversation with any Mage before. He usually found the few he met intimating. Em was different, she seemed free from the vanity that accompanied the magically gifted. \n\nThe pair sipped their drinks and chatted, until Brent had almost worked up the courage to ask an exceptionally burning question. He swallow a large gulp of cooled spiced coffee, and cleared his throat, “So, can I ask you something, weird?”\n\n“Weird?” her mouth pursed and she narrowed her eyes with playful suspicion, “Maybe, what’s the question?”\n\n“All you magical folks, are so like —beautiful, and like curvy?” Brent paused, thinking for a moment on how exactly we wanted to phrase what he really wanted to ask, “Like, you have ahh, really great —legs,” Brent could feel his face turning red, and he began to wonder why he was even asking this question, “Uhmm, I mean you fill out that skirt quite nicely, is that like all genetics?”\n\nHis head was throbbing, he thought he could’ve passed out from shame. \n\nEm only giggled, “Well, I was super skinny most of my childhood and through my teens, but then BAM! magical puberty hit and suddenly I’m smuggling to two prime grade hams in my caboose.”\n\nBrent allowed himself to mentally sigh a bit of relief, “Like REAL magically puberty? Magic effects you physically?”\n\nHer mouth twisted pensively, “Yeah, the booty swelling sort of developed around the same time my powers manifested, it’s sort of like my magical battery,” she hummed a moment, “no, it’s more like the core of my magical strength.”\n\nHe was beyond intrigued, “So, it’s the source of your strength? Does it like still function, like you know….”\n\n“Don’t be silly,” she grinned, “I poop rainbows, all Mages do.” She was clearly trying to hold back laughter, but the effort was short lived. She laughed until she was breathless, “You don’t know… anything —nothing? at all about magic, huh?”\n\n“No,” Brent confessed, embarrassed. \n\nShe laughed until a tear leaked from her strange gold swirling eye. She daintily swept it away with a painted finger and took a steadying breath, “No, unfortunately it’s just PRETTY much a *regular* ol’ booty,” she clarified, still catching her breath.\n\nNow that she stopped laughing the fire in Brent’s cheeks began to subside. *Pretty much?* the phrase made him wonder, and since they were on the topic he decided to ask, “So, what if somebody were to put something up there? Could it be affected by your magic?”\n\nShe tilted her head, arching her a perfectly manicured brow, “Naughty,” she grinned sheepishly, before taking a slow sip of the strange fluid in her mug. “I don’t know, your dick might turn into a bouquet of roses,” she said flatly, her sheepish grin threaten to grow wider.\n\n“I didn’t mean,” He could feel a warmth resonating from his collar, “I meant…”\n\nHer smile was now bordering on sinister, “You meant, you wanna fuck me in the ass?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a long space voyage, you've encountered and rescued a lifepod. Since then, for some reason, everyone on the ship is getting hornier.
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"content": "Ensign John Bolinger woke just a few minutes before his 5:30 a.m. alarm, as he always did. His quarters were dark. He reached his hand over and shut off his alarm before it started, just as he always did. He flicked on the light. His small, spartan, living space looked just as it always did, except for the mountain thrusting upward from the middle of his bed sheets. John pushed the sheets down and out of the way to reveal probably the hardest piece of morning wood that he had ever experienced. John grunted. What the hell was going on? He had jacked off, not once, but twice before going to bed last night and had still woken up like there was a supermodel cooking him breakfast in the next room. \n\nHe rolled out of bed and got dressed, slipping on his form fitting blue pants and shirt, standard Star Force issue uniform. He brushed his teeth, ate a bowl of instant oatmeal, tied his boots and turned to go. He had hoped the this morning routine would give time for his johnson to relax. Alas he was still as hard as the moment he had woken up. He glanced at the clock. 5:51 a.m. He had to be at the bridge. He shift started at six. He tucked his hard-on into the waist band of his pants. The bulge was stupidly obvious. He grabbed a work bag and slung it over his shoulder, positioning it in front of him to hide the bulge. It worked relatively well actually. He just had to kind of hold it infront of him. It wasn't that awkward. He stepped out into the hall and started towards the bridge.\n\nHe could feel his manhood pulsing against his waist and the tight blue fabric of his uniform as he walked. Someone rounded the bend in front of him, headed his way. John tensed.\n\nWhen he realized it was just his friend Damian, a mechanic who worked down in engineering, he relaxed a little, letting his shoulders slouch. He gave Damian a nod. \"Morning.\" Damian nodded back and walked quickly by him carrying a large basket of laundry, uniforms, bed sheets and casual clothes. Damian was a big guy, around 6'4 and the basket of laundry he carried in front of him was proportionally large. John turned another corner and entered a mag-lift. He pushed the button for the bridge and waited for the door to close. At the last second, Ensign Katie Flowers rounded the corner also in a form fitting blue jump suit and hopped into the elevator, also hitting the button for the bridge. \n\nKatie Flowers was the friendly, but shy science officer. She was approximately the same age as John (early twenties). She was short, around 5'4, and petite but with curves very contrary to her typically reserved demeanor. She and John had a classic, \"will they or won't they\" relationship. \n\n\"Hi John!\" She said cheerily, stepping onto the lift before it closed behind her.\n\nJohn held the bag tightly in front of his groin.\n\nTwo minutes later, the young ensigns spilled out onto the bridge. John took his station at operations and Katie took her chair at a science terminal. The captain was on a communication line with the engineering team down in the cargobay where they were storing a recently rescued lifepod. \n\n\"Have you been able to recover any navigational data?\" Captain Markles barked.\n\n\"Yessir.\" Came a quick reply from the comm. \"The ship that this lifepod belonged to was headed for a system in the Qason Cluster. It looks like it was headed to Alston IV.\" \n\n\"Computer.\" Barked the captain again. \"Information on Alston IV.\"\n\nA soft female voice replied. \"Alston IV. Terran environment. Independent planet. Not a member of any interplanetary organization. Advanced technology, equivalent to Earth levels. Three continents. Population: 3 billion. Population is decreasing at a rate of approximately 1.7% per decade as a result of low birth rates. All inhabitants live on the large northern continent. Parliamentary government. Defensive systems consist of a satellite grid armed with laser and conventional missiles.\"\n\n\"Interesting...\" murmured the captain. \"Captain to medical bay, how is our new guest doing?\" \n\nDoctor Taylor replied over the comm. \"Responding to treatment. She should be awake in a few hours.\"\n\n----\n\nTo be continued...\n\nWould love to hear thoughts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Freeuse men and women are being handed out due to the quarantine. After losing your job, you quickly apply and now find yourself standing in front of the residence of the people/person who “ordered” your services.
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty student is sent to detention. She discovers that it's actually a sex dungeon, run by a sadistic teacher.
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"content": "Kennsington County College was a locally prestigious school. They had a some time in the sun in the ‘70s mainly due to their football team but the luster faded soon after and they became just another small town community college again. But with a modern flare. Things were updated as new technology emerged, and naturally old, worn in equipment was replaced but top of the line replacements. For some reason though, one building seemed to be ignored. \n\nThe L Building was ignored by the board during the schools last remodel mainly due to the lack of student interest in the programs offered in that hall, but still it remained open and gained a rather unfavorable reputation. Meredith found this to true the hard way. She had gotten detention for fighting on campus while her sparring partner so to speak got off with a warning. Meredith suspected it was the two or so differences in cup size that titled in the other woman’s favor but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. \n\n“Why would they hold detention here?”\n\nShe wondered out loud looking at the room number one more time to make sure she read it right. She passed by crushed out cigarettes and empty alcohol bottles, even kicking a few in frustration. Just as she suspected, L Building was empty. \n\n“I guess it fits the tone of detention at least.”\n\nShe approached the room towards the end of the hall and turned the knob. As the door opened, she almost ran off in shock.Meredith put her hand over mouth as she stared at the student tied to the desk with another students cock in her mouth while Professor Kiera watched on, clad in leather pants and a tight black corset. \n\nKiera rushed past the two and nearly pushed Meredith into the hall, closing the door behind her.\n\n“What the hell are doing you are?” The professor asked.\n\n“I-i was told to come here for detention. Room 509, L Building.” \n\nKiera’s face fell into a puzzled glance. \n\n“Dean Gregors sent you here? What did you get detention for?”\n\n“I got in a verbal altercation with Lacy Cook.”\n\nKiera scoffed and smiled. \n\n“Lacy Cook? Blonde, tits bigger then her brains?”\n\nMeredith was momentarily stunned to hear a professor talk like that until she remembered wha she walked in on. She instead just nodded. \n\n“God that’s probably why. Gregors was probably too busy staring at her to think straight. “\n\n“I’m sure something was straight.” \n\nMeredith immediately blushed. Kiera immediately chuckled. \n\n“Sorry I...”\n\n“Don’t sweat, we’re all adults here. I guess you have some questions then...”\n\nMeredith nodded and Kiera earned against the wall. \n\n“Well this is a club for willing students to explore their submissive or dominant side in a safe space with an experienced pro...or ex-pro I should say. “\n\n“Does the dean know professor?”\n\n“Yeah but he figures it’s off hours, we’re adults we can make our own decisions. “\n\nMeredith nodded and stewed on it for a second before speaking again. \n\n“So what like people getting whipped and humiliated and shit for fun?”\n\n“Only on Fridays. Tuesday’s are for the more vanilla students, ones that like being tied up or experimenting with free use, that kind of stuff. “\n\n“Ok...”\n\n“So how about I send you in the right direction, and you keep this to yourself deal?”\n\nMeredith smiled a little. \n\n“Deal.”\n\n“Excellent detention is room 653 in The B Building.”\n\nMeredith thanked her and Professor Kiera turned to return to her club. \n\n“Um Professor before you go...do you happen to have a space free in your Tuesday club?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [MP] The world's a mess and I just want to be in your arms.
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"content": "Sarah came home and threw her bag in the hall closet with near destructive force, then stomped into the living room. When Sarah put Ella Fitzgerald on the turntable, Tam knew something was wrong.\n\nShe held out a fresh mug of herbal tea, but Sarah refused it. “Bad day at work?” Tam asked.\n\nHer girlfriend uncorked a bottle of wine and filled a stemless glass. “I got fired,” she sighed before taking a long drink. \n\n“Oh baby, I’m sorry!” Tam put down the mug and hugged her from behind. With her height, she only needed to bow slightly to smell Sarah’s hair, her pale neck. The notes of oak from the red were strong. “Do you want to talk about it?”\n\n“Stupid Kyle, stupid job,” she groused. “*Sales are down, and unfortunately, we have to cut costs.*” Tam’s arms felt nice at her sides; hands on her belly did too. Sarah finished the glass with a couple gulps and closed her eyes. “What am I going to do?”\n\n“Hey, hey. We’ll figure out something. We *always* do.” Tam didn’t like it when Sarah drank too much, but she loved how her cheeks blushed hot. Moving her cheek against hers, she soaked in some of her stress and replaced it with tenderness. “Do you want something to eat? Something to soak up that wine? We can go out, or I can make something?”\n\nSarah leaned back and melted in Tams arms. *Those big hands*, she thought, putting hers over them. Slowly, she guided them up her belly, fingers caressing the soft rise of her breasts. Craning her neck, she found Tam’s lips on her neck. “No,” she mewed between kisses, “no dinner.” They swayed in place, letting Ella’s voice carry them to the bedroom.\n\n*Dream a little dream of me...*\n\nTam walked backwards and fell on the bed, Sarah laughing as she flopped on top. The disturbance in the air pushed the short curtain through the open window, going against the prevailing wind, if only for only a moment. The warm summer breeze returned like a slow current of sunshine that rolled over the bed and the lovers. While Tam was a giant compared to Sarah’s elven form, in bed they were equal in stature. Sarah pawed under Tam’s tee shirt, but was kept from taking it off. \n\nTam’s rejection was mellowed by a string of electric kisses that curled Sarah’s body into a fetal position. “But I wanna,” she protested.\n\n“Shh, love. Shh,” Tam replied, stroking the baby’s short hair. “Let’s just lie down for a while.” \n\nThey peeled back the duvet and laid down together, Sarah, nuzzling into Tam’s side. The early evening sun crept over the bed and she hid her face in the crook of Tam’s shoulder until she felt a hand, brushing her hair. Sarah relaxed. The hidden treasure lay buried under a shirt and a bra, but she fell asleep on it all the same. \n\nWhen Tam woke up and couldn’t move her arm, she couldn’t be more pleased. Sarah was still asleep, nuzzled between her breast and the soft inner side of her bicep. *She needs the rest.* Tam took long breaths and closed her eyes, deciding to let the wine and her girlfriend’s internal clock dictate their schedule. \n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Abducted by aliens.
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"content": "Waking up bound to some sort of seat, with a throbbing headache, harsh lights in his eyes, hearing strange noises and feeling strange sensations, a man struggles to piece together his whereabouts and remember how he got there...\n\nAs his vision slowly clears, however, he begins to understand... A group of assorted (mostly non-earthling) friends have “abducted” him and flown him offworld... \n\nAnd, on the night before his wedding, where else would they have taken him but an extraterrestrial strip club?...\n\n(I’d envision this taking place in a setting where sentient life from and quick travel between other worlds is already established as common knowledge and socially normal, but, ultimately, that’s up to you.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I am the succubus of the lamp. Long story. I have awesome magical powers, and you still get three wishes, but if they aren't sex-related, don't count on them happening.
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"content": " \n\nThe soft thud of Alifa’s boots on the cave floor broke millennia of silence as she landed on her feet. The narrow above her did little to illuminate the darkness, despite the glare of the desert sands beyond. What little Alifa could make out as her eyes adjusted was unremarkable: undecorated walls of wind-eroded stone now all but sealed off by the dune of sand that had built up at the cave’s entrance.\n\nThe traveller took a deep breath of stale air, set her bag down on the floor and slid off her camel-leather boots. Comforted by the preternatural darkness, Alifa slipped off her cloak, qamis and sirwal, placing them neatly folded in her bag before drawing out a glass vial sealed with wax. Anticipation swelled beneath her small, shapely breasts like a waterskin filled to its limit. Her legs felt weak as she stood naked in the darkness, her skin tingling with… Exhilaration? Fear? Alifa herself could not say which.\n\nTowards the back of the cave, she knew, a flat rock served as an altar. She could not be more than ten paces from it. Yet her small, cautious steps and the straining of every sense seemed to draw out the seconds, the cave roof lowering until the adventurer was almost bent double. Desert sand pressed into the soles of her feet. Her heartbeat seemed to echo off the cave walls. At last, the flat stone slab distinguished itself from the blackness.\n\nAlifa took another deep breath of musty air and crouched. The wax seal on the bottle crumbled under her fingernails and fell to the floor. With one finger she prodded the course cloth inside. *Almost dry*. She coaxed the stiff, semen-encrusted fabric out of the glass tube and daubed the centre of the altar with it, spreading what little dampness remained as liberally as she could.\n\nThe air seemed to stir slightly, vibrating as though filled with insects. Alifa tossed the cloth aside, wiped her finger as thoroughly as she could on the edge of the cool stone and waited. Moments crawled by, and then with a dull clang, an old oil-lamp fell unceremoniously out of thin air onto the altar. It was a plain brass vessel except for its lid, decorated with a pierced work pattern, and its excessively long and phallic spout.\n\nSwallowing her excitement, Alifa stretched her hand out to the lamp. It was warm, as though it had been left in the sun. Her fingertips could feel the dents her eyes could not make out. “O Djinn of the smokeless fire,” she mouthed, “grant me your aid in our darkest hour of need.”\n\nLifting the lamp onto her naked thighs, the supplicant wrapped her hand around the spout and stroked it gently. *Firmer*. The instructions bubbled to the front of her mind from nowhere. *Firmer. Harder. Faster.* Alifa obeyed, turning her head to the side so as not to witness the indecent act of her hands. *Yes. Yes, that’s it. Faster. Almost! Faster!*\n\nA faint hum began to resonate within the lamp, growing into a deafening moan. Thick, inky smoke fell from the spout onto the ground, snaking towards the centre of the cave and eddying into a storm of black and purple. Shaped by unfelt winds, the cloud blossomed into the form of a large woman—easily ten feet tall, though it was difficult to judge precisely as the small cave obliged her to sit and tilt her head to one side. Even while the figure remained smoky and indistinct, her beauty was incomparable. Firm, smooth legs curled towards the flawless curve of her buttocks, which finished at the shapely funnel of her waist that guided Alifa’s eyes towards two large, full breasts as uncovered and exposed as her own. The spirit’s dark hair was long enough to reach her waist, though it floated instead as though the figure was submerged, and framed a strikingly attractive face. A long, straight nose flowed from a smooth, dark brow, between two shadowy, long-lashed eyelids down to a calm, purple smirk.\n\nA voice at once deep and songlike issued from between those violet lips with a seductive drawl, “O Master, I am truly…” The apparition opened her eyes and took in Alifa’s supple, olive body. “Oh, I beg your pardon, *Mistress*! In all my aeons, I have never had the pleasure of serving a woman before.”\n\nThe spirit adjusted her thighs to reveal herself invitingly, and Alifa averted her gaze. Wisps of smoke trailed from the ends of the dark form’s hair and fingers towards her Mistress. Though incorporeal, Alifa felt their weight upon her body like a warm gust enwrapping her thighs and caressing her small, firm breasts.\n\n“I am the Succubus of the Lamp,” said the beautiful vision. “I am bound by the terms of my enslavement to remake reality according to three fantasies of your choice.”\n\nAlifa opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. The ribbons of the Succubus’s essence groping her flesh held the woman’s full attention; she could feel her skin prickle at the violation but dared not try to waft the smoke away. All she could do was close her eyes and clench her teeth, allowing the demon to do as she pleased. *My discomfort is temporary*, she reminded herself. *Our suffering is endless*.\n\n“Many of my previous Masters were struck dumb by my presence too, Mistress, but I never dared to hope I would have the same effect on a woman.”\n\nThe pressure of the succubus’s touch withdrew from Alifa’s body, and the woman opened her eyes to see the spirit now reduced almost to her size and slowly slinking closer, one leg placed perfectly in front of the other to accentuate the apparition’s hips. A transparent gown now hung from the demon’s buxom figure but did nothing to conceal it. A thin strip of silk looped around its neck plunged between its breasts and hung just low enough to hide her womanhood.\n\nThe succubus closed the distance between herself and her Mistress in two lithe steps and placed a firm hand on her summoner’s breast. “To be so affected by the sight of me, you must be a truly desperate slut.”\n\n“I am nothing of the sort!” Alifa tried to protest, but her words barely passed her lips. With her gaze cast down, she stepped around the figure and proceeded towards her bag to recover her clothes. “I may not be without my flaws, but my modesty and virtue are intact.”\n\n“I did not mean any offence,” the demon said, a smile upon her lips as she watched her Mistress from behind. “There is no shame in acknowledging your true feelings. I do my best work when my Masters are in touch with their inner desires.”\n\n“I know my true feelings,” Alifa said, pulling on her clothes. “My people suffer, and I have come on their behalf. I have no interest in your tricks or deceptions, only the three wishes I am due.”\n\n“Very well, Mistress. If you insist.”\n\n“I do.”\n\n“And what will be your first command, my Mistress?” The succubus made an exaggeratedly deep bow allowing her breasts to sway gently.\n\nAlifa stowed the lamp in her bag. “I will give you my command when we return to my village. I wish to ensure by my own eyes that my words are not twisted.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Hey, I know this is a bad time but I'm in love with you."
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"content": "The chair umpire looked annoyed, having to lean out from under the shade to speak into the little microphone: “Forty, Love.” If there was any consolation in Andrew’s mind, it was that the match would be over in one, final serve. Marci lofted the tennis ball and struck it harder than necessary to secure a victory, the blur of neon green seemingly riding on the soundwave of her hyperbolic grunt. She aced him again.\n\n“Game, set, and match: Marci Fielder.” As they approached the middle to shake hands, Andrew’s shadow crept through the net, riding up bare legs until her entire body was enveloped by it. The faint streaks of grey in her hair blended in with the auburn under the impromptu shade. Andrew was a foot taller than his opponent, but clearly she had not been intimidated. Under some circumstances, experience counted more than sheer size.\n\nMarci looked up at his sweaty, nervous face and smiled. “Good game, Andrew. You had a good rally in the second set, but then you started to weaken your forehand. Are you feeling alright?”\n\n“Thanks Mrs. Fielder, good game. I gotta say though; you creamed me out there in straight sets.” Andrew wrapped his long fingers over her hand and noticed the warm, smooth skin. *Not a drop of sweat, even in the sun.* “Thanks for the match. I hope I gave you *some* challenge.”\n\n“You’re very welcome, and don’t sell yourself short. You’ll dishonor your former coach,” she joked, walking to the chair umpire. “By the way, it’s *Ms. Gressen* now. In fact, you can just call me Marci.” She took a long pull from her water bottle and the condensate dribbled down her chin and neck. Andrew swallowed reflexively as he watched her neck draw down. \n\nThe umpire climbed down and adjusted his hat before turning to her. “I know it’s old news but I wanted to say that I was sorry to hear about your divorce.”\n\n“Why Chuck? I’m not sorry. Terry and I are still friends too, you know. We just...weren’t meant to be together. Trust me, he and I agreed that this was for the best.” \n\n“Well, in that case,” Chuck stammered, “are you doing anything on Friday?”\n\n“Mmm, I do have something planned already,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Why don’t you give me your number and we can plan something later, okay? Thanks again for reffing.” She punched in his contact info then waved as he walked away, a little sullen. Watching him until he was out of earshot, Marci grumbled, “Some guys just can’t wait. Fucking vultures.”\n\nAndrew never heard her swear before. *It’s been a long time since varsity tennis.* Meeting his old coach was a pure coincidence, after moving back home. Ms. Gressen...Marci...looked as fit as ever, and yet so much more relaxed in her demeanor. Perhaps it was the passing of time, or the fact that he was no longer a player under her tutelage . Andrew could only see her back. Years of coaching and playing tennis had sculpted a toned upper body and muscled legs that could make a track star jealous. The hem of her fitted jersey hit right above her hips, a cotton pleated skirt curving over her cute butt. “How long has it been?” he asked, staring at it. “The divorce! I mean.” \n\nIf she caught him ogling, she didn’t let on. “A couple months,” she replied, zipping up her racquet. Slipping on a warm-up jacket, Marci let herself remember some of the worser moments in her marriage. “Still hurts sometimes. I put up a brave face when I need to.”\n\n“Like with Chuck?”\n\n“And others.” Marci smiled politely and waved goodbye. “I’ll see you next week.”\n\n \n\n“How was tennis club?” his mom shouted when Andrew returned. ‘Gosh, I hope you weren’t too rusty. Did you have fun?”\n\nHe stepped into the kitchen where she was preparing dinner. “Yeah mom, it was good to get out of the house. Guess who else practices at the rec center? Coach Fielder! Small world!” A replay of their match flashed in his mind for a moment, filled with larger than life details of her swing. “I guess she got divorced.”\n\n “Aw, that’s too bad,” she said softer. “She was so intense as a coach. We always thought she was a lesbian. Not that it was any of *my* business.”\n\nIt hadn’t occurred to him that Marci might be gay, but recalling his old matches, Andrew remembered how her strong voice had been so commanding that the whole boys team had been terrified into performing well. Back then, Coach Fielder wasn’t a woman...wasn’t even *human*. Coach Fielder was God. “Who’s *we*?” he asked in a mocking tone.\n\n“Oh, just us parents, killing time in between practice sets. We didn’t mean anything by it, really. Do you remember how she always wore those unflattering warm-up suits. Your father thought she was a dyke, right from the get-go.” She finally stopped cooking to look at Andrew, who was turning a dark shade of red.\n\n“I mean,” she backpedalled, “not that there’s anything wrong with that, now. People can love who they want to love. If you wanted to bring home a guy…”\n\n“Mom….”\n\n“*I’m* just saying. If you wanted to bring home some handsome man and do...whatever...I wouldn’t hate you for it.” She went back to her work and muttered, “just don’t tell your father.”\n\n“That’s a *real modern* perspective, mom. Also, I happen to like girls.” Andrew left before his eyes rolled out of his sockets. *She’s trying,* he thought. \n\nIt would be a while before dinner was served, so he hopped into the shower. The hot water helped to relax his nerves and muscles which—not until recently—had not performed anything remotely tennis-like. The verbena scented body wash awakened his memories of Marci, back then as a coach, and now as someone else. *A little shorter, a little softer. Still energetic. Attractive?* \n\nHe only became conscious of the fact that he was holding his stiffening cock because his soapy fingers had run under the bell of his sensitive tip. *In for a penny…* Facing away from the water, he squeezed more body wash into his hands and rubbed it into his shaft. The pitter patter of bath water hitting his back complemented his fast moving hand, bringing him closer to climax. In his mind, he gazed upon Marci’s soft, mature face with the wry smile. Slowly pulling the zipper on her jacket opened a world shrouded in darkness, a place that he ached to touch. His knees buckled as the first spurt of cum flew through the air and hit the tiled wall. Another, then another load dribbled over his hand as he massaged every last drop, leaving him breathless and confused. \n***\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thousands of plus sized women are joining a new excersize program Sexually Liberal Ultimate Training, which promises they will "fuck to fitness"
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"content": "Her track jacket read \"S.L.U.T. MASTER\" in big, embroidered letters. \"Alright, ladies, ready to get fucked to fitness?\"\n\nHer audience, a group of about a dozen women, ranging from 18 to 50 and from sizes M to XXL, only murmured hesitantly. They were nervous. This was the introductory session - none had ever done this before, and none were really quite sure what to expect.\n\n\"OK, good enough,\" she said with a laugh. \"My name's Kayla, I'll be your instructor today. Y'all are new here, so I understand if you're a bit nervous. But trust me, being here is the best decision you ever made. You're gonna walk out of here in ten weeks with the body you've always wanted, and you're gonna have fun doing it.\"\n\n\"Alright, so I gotta go through a couple housekeeping items before we get started. By participating in the Fuck to Fitness program, you release S.L.U.T. of all legal liability... you give your consent to all sexual activities described in the waivers you signed... yadda yadda... you give consent to engage in sexual activity with S.L.U.T. staff and fellow participants... Anyone have any allergies or medical conditions?\"\n\nKayla scanned the room and got blank stares in return.\n\n\"OK great. So let's get started. In Fuck to Fitness, we focus each session on a muscle group and a core muscle group. We're gonna start out today with the supine crab walk, a position that targets your triceps, back, and shoulder muscles. Jenna? Tony? Can you come over here for a quick demonstration?\"\n\nJenna and Tony, both wearing \"S.L.U.T. STAFF\" shirts and no pants, were refilling a lube dispenser in the corner, but eagerly jogged over to the demonstration stage. \"OK, so, Jenna, we'll start by assuming the crab walk position.\" Jenna sat down, then extended her arms and legs, extending her pelvis towards the ceiling and stretching her head back. \"OK, and Mark, go ahead and demonstrate the penetration technique we'll be using.\" Mark, quickly stroking himself a bit to maximize his erection, kneeled down and gently inserted his already-lubricated penis into Jenna's pussy.\n\n\"Very nice. OK, so, ladies, in this exercise we want you to trade thrusts with your partner. So, watch Mark and Jenna here - first Mark thrusts, then Jenna responds with her hips - yes - very nice!\" Jenna and Mark thrusted for a few more seconds before relaxing.\n\n\"Any questions so far?\"\n\nA short 20-something brunette in the back row called out. \"Um... so... who does the penetration here?\"\n\n\"Good question. So we have a small staff on hand who can provide the penetration. We also have strap-ons available if you'd like to partner up and do it with one another. Anything else? ... No? ... OK, let's get going.\"\n\nThe group dispersed onto the mats laid out on the floor. The male staff, who were all pretty muscular and definitely well-hung, approached the floor and paired up. Two groups of women chose the strap-on option, and fumbled with putting the belts on.\n\nAs the group began the exercise, Kayla strolled through the mats, hearing the combination of grunts and moans. \"Good... good... work those hips, everyone! You there in the back, get that butt up in the air!\" Within a minute or two, the room got louder with the sounds of the collective pleasure. One woman, a 30-year old blonde, was particularly vocal, letting out a small scream as she orgasmed on Mark's cock. \"Nicely done!\" said Kayla as she passed by. \"Can he cum inside me?\" the blonde panted. \"Not until next week, hun.\"\n\nAfter 10 minutes had passed, Kayla blew her whistle. \"Time! Great job everyone!\" The group let out moans of relief, and the sounds of sweaty bodies hitting the mats reverberated.\n\n\"Let's take a 5 minute break before we move to the upper body exercises. Today we'll be practicing dual kneeling handjobs...\""
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"content": " how about:\n\n - cute and sweet, but secretly kinky\n\n - gay week\n\n - polite free use(Is there a term for the version of free use where it's not about objectified sex slaves, but more like, people walk up to a peer and they're like, \"excuse me, you look lovely today, would you mind if I railed you while you continue this meeting?\")\n\n - monster boyfriends/girlfriends\n\n - myths and legends\n\n - superhumans, heroes, and demigods\n\n - high fantasy\n\n - post apocalypse\n\n - fairy tales\n\n - porn parodies\n\n - rules for sexy role playing games\n\n - transhumanism and cybernetic enhancements\n\n - \"The means justify the ends\"\n\n - crazy hyper proportions\n\n - fanfiction\n\n - second person\n\n - furries\n\n - cute polyamory\n\n - historical fiction\n\n - surreal acid trip dream logic adventures\n\n - long distance relationships"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] "So... Your a really good photographer, right? How would you feel about doing some... Erotic photography?"
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"content": "Jeff didn’t bat an eye at Ms. Glass’s question, but spun around in his chair to get a different photo album. “Of course, boudoir photography isn’t as popular as weddings, but I’ve done quite a bit. Have a look.”\n\nMichelle opened the large, thick album to the first page and the spine crackled. A photo depicted a woman, blessed with perfect skin and a full figure, lying in bed with a satin sheet bisecting her body like a shimmering river flowing between her breasts, down a wide valley before slipping into the dark falls below. Her languid expression captured an unhurried sexual energy that sent tingles down Michelle’s body. “This… this is really good.” \n\n“I’m glad you like it. Just like the wedding options, I can help you select a location or travel if you have one in mind, we can work out the costs, time, and scheduling.” He wasn’t sure if the client was paying attention. Unlike the wedding portfolio, she spent a long time on each page, consuming his samples. Her lips moved wordlessly, reciting a silent mantra as her fingers traced the edges of each photograph. “I’m uh, very discreet, Ms. Glass. We’ll only shoot what you’re comfortable with, and you get the memory cards after the session.”\n\nLater that month, Jeff checked into a modest hotel with a large black suitcase. It didn’t scream “fragile glass inside,” but the hard plastic body and insulation was more than adequate to protect his gear. The room was large, with an expansive view of the city skyline and plenty of room to set up his rigging. He tested the last box light when the electric lock on the door whirred and Michelle entered the room. \n\n“Wow, what a view.”\n\n“I know, right? This hotel is a real hidden gem. At sunset, this room just, *transforms*,” he said, embellishing with jazz hands. “I think you’re gonna have fun. Did you bring some outfits?”\n\nMichelle hefted a carry-on bag onto the bed and unzipped the top. The suitcase was half filled with frilly lace, satin and silk lingerie. The small collection of heavier toys and a bottle of red wine had settled at the bottom. “I didn’t know what to bring, so I just dumped my drawer. Plus a little liquid courage.”\n\n“That’s fine,” he replied, inspecting each garment. Uncorking the bottle, he placed it on a table by a tray of tumblers. “Let’s talk about what you want to get out of this session.”\n\nShe was confused. “I thought the goal was to get some sexy pictures.” \n\n“Oh, no doubt!” Jeff reassured her. “What I mean is, think about what you want to feel, a year from now when you look at them. You’re going to share these with your fiancé, right? Do you want to inspire anger and jealousy, a little envy, or a slow, smoldering desire? I’m not saying we can control someone’s feelings but we can certainly *steer* them in a certain direction.”\n\nMichelle sat on the corner of the bed and blushed. “We...John and I… we’ve had sex together, *obviously*. But we don’t have a lot of experience… in bed. I want him to know that I’m open to trying new things. Not like chains and whips, mind you! I’m not sick.”\n\nThe photographer raised an eyebrow but said nothing, respecting his client’s boundaries, even if they shamed his.\n\n“I want him to know that I love him, I love my body, and I want him to explore it with me.”\n\n“Absolutely, we can do that,” he confirmed. “Shall we get started? Anything you need, anything you’re uncomfortable with, all you have to do is speak up. This session is all about you.”\n\nMichelle stared at the open bottle. “I think I need a drink.” He poured her a glass and watched her pale cheeks turn red.\n\n“If you don’t mind, I have a little makeup kit with me. I know it sounds counter-intuitive, but makeup can help give you a more *natural* look in pictures. Is that alright?”\n\n“I’ve never been made up before,” she admitted. “If you think it will help.”\n\n“It’s only going to accentuate your own innate beauty. If you told me that you wanted glamour shots, like a pin up girl, that would require a whole different approach to your face. I like your face, Ms. Glass.” In his estimation, there was plenty to like about her. Large brown eyes were framed by soft, full hair. Her complexion would look great in color or black & white. A wide scoop tailored shirt gave the illusion of a severe hourglass figure, but he knew how to work with all body types.\n\n“Please,” she said, finishing her wine, “call me Michelle. Where do you want me to sit?”\n\nHe pulled a chair in front of the mirrored closet door and opened his kit while Michelle sat down with her hands on her lap. “This is just a little cleanser, okay? I’m just going to do a *little* bit.” \n\nIt felt weird, having someone else touch her face. Even John kept his hands below her neck. It was just a moist pad, not even both hands, but watching herself in the mirror made her feel awkward, and then special. The moisturizing cream was cold and she let out a short gasp.\n\n“I’m sorry! I should have warned you.” He placed a daub into his palm and worked his fingers into it to warm it up. Using both hands, he rubbed the moisturizer into her cheeks and jaw, then lower around her neck. Michelle closed her eyes and luxuriated in the process. He pinned her long hair with a stick and applied the light makeup, blending it perfectly into the nape and her freckled decolletage. Her nipples began to swell under her shirt, but he ignored them. “What do you think?”\n\n“I’m glowing,” she beamed. “Outstanding.” It was her in the mirror, but somehow, *more her* than she’d ever seen. Reaching behind, she pulled the stick out of the bun and her hair cascaded past her shoulders. “I feel like a celebrity.”\n\n“You should, because today, we are celebrating every square inch of you. Now let’s go pick an outfit.”\n\nMichelle bounced back to her suitcase and rummaged through her intimates. Holding up black stockings, garters and a matching bra, she waited for Jeff’s approval before heading into the bathroom. She came out a vixen. “I bought these for a long weekend and never got around to wearing them. Do I look dumb?”\n\n“You look commanding.” Pointing to an upholstered high back chair, he reset a light as she sat down with another glass. “That’s good! The wine I mean. Can you cross your legs for me and scooch a little to the left? Perfect.”\n\nMichelle held the glass, elbow on the armrest and looked into the lens with a bemused expression. The photographer posed her and reposed her with the same props at different angles, sometimes capturing her whole body, other times just the curve of her shiny lips, the profile of her breasts against the skyline like a Victorian silhouette. She was curious about the results but knew she had to wait. There was excitement and titillation in not knowing the outcome as she spread her legs and unhooked her bra. Her nipples felt different, now that she was so mentally focused on the pleasure of squeezing them. The loud mechanical clicks of the camera and the hum of the lights faded as she crawled onto the bed, losing herself in the moment.\n\nJeff knew when to direct and when to let a client improvise. Swapping cameras, he did his best to capture her emotions. An open, grinning mouth. A nipple grazing her engagement ring. A slender hand reaching into the darkness between her legs. As Michelle writhed and rolled, he moved with her, punctuating her moans with the hard press of the shutter. When she lifted her ass to take off her panties, the elastic snagged on her garters.\n\n“Oh, I guess I don’t know how these work,” she laughed. Unclipping the garters let her slide her panties off and she was surprised at the wetness. “Oh my god, I must be a mess down there.” \n\nHe looked at her natural bush and shook his head. “You look like you’re having fun. The camera loves it.” Holding a small mister, he sprayed a small amount of thin lube over her mound. “Can you rub that in a bit? It’s going to look great.”\n\n*Oh, it’s Jeff*, she remembered. All of this was performance, it wasn’t real, but she was genuinely aroused. The image of John on one knee flashed into her mind, the same night when they first shared a bed together. It was over so quickly. *Thank God we got better*, she thought, running her fingers between her legs. The extra moisture groomed her hairs into thick curls and lashes angled towards her sex. The natural framing of her delicate folds filled his view as he came in closer. Lifting the lens slightly, Jeff captured her painted nails playing with her glistening clit, breasts rising behind her pubic mound like gentle foothills in the distance. \n\n***\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] PersOnality SWap
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"content": "A submissive has already agreed to a night of getting face-fucked, getting pussy-fisted, anal play, and finally a really hard ass-fucking from her main Dom and live-in boyfriend of 3 years.\n\nBut as soon as he ties her up, with her legs spread wide — PRESTO-BAMMO!! — they switch personalities, and suddenly SHE’s the one in charge, and she’s gonna boss him around for a change, telling him exactly what to do, and when.\n\nExcept an agreement is an agreement, so she explicitly tops him from the bottom, making damn sure he’s as rough with her as she expects, and that he fucks her ass good, hard, deep, and fast (not necessarily in that order, or all of them at the same time).\n\nShe is still his plaything to use, but she’s the one dictating exactly how he uses her, and how he can’t stop now, etc.\n\nFull personality reversal, but their actual roles don’t switch, or rather, technically the sex acts they engage in don’t change.\n\nShe becomes a total FemDom, but she still expects the same treatment as before, only with her Dom submissively catering to her eveyr kinky desire (her main desire still being to be used and “play-abused” hard, just like before)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A deeply puritanical society segregates the sexes until age 18 and only then are the educated about sexuality in any comprehensive way.
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"content": "\"Gentlemen. You may remove the Purity Seals from your texts, and open to page two.\" The Sergeant Instructor was a tall, grim, man. He must have been on the wrong side of sixty, although he seemed to be so gaunt that there was no spare flesh for wrinkles. My hand shook as I tore the little sticker that had sealed shut the booklet they'd placed on my desk. I had some idea of what a woman was, of course. Even living under monastic conditions, you could not avoid them entirely. We had mostly lived with our families until we were four or five, so there were half-remembered memories of mothers and female relatives. After that, you might see a woman as often as ten or twelve times a year while living under monastic conditions, but always briefly and at a distance. Now...\n\nI looked down at page two, saw a drawing of a woman laid out with her legs spread. She was naked except for a veil that had been drawn down to cover her face and conceal the mouth. Wow. The Sergeant Instructor continued:\n\n\"I am aware that some of you are beginning to realize that those things between your legs are intended for more than just pissing. Every year, we flog a few boys for masturbation and this year is no exception. Well, now that you are adults it is time to explain the reason why God gave you those obscene urges that find expression in the sin of self abuse. Copulation!\" He raised his voice as he said the word, and began to walk along the front of the class, \"Copulation! When two human beings come together and exchange the materials of life so that a new child might be created. It is a great puzzle of God's will, that he should choose this obscene act as the path through which he sends the gift of children. That he should choose this defilement as an essential part of the formation of the family, which is the holiest of human institutions save Holy Mother Church itself. But I choose to echo something said by a Political Economist, who wrote of how the communities that comprise the State are joined together not just by the high and noble purposes of the State, but also by the bonds of vile commerce. So it is with all imperfect, human, things - if we look, we find foulness.\" He went on for a time, and I tuned him out. I looked down at this picture in front of me, this woman drawn in her nakedness. I wondered if the artist had drawn from memory, or from a model in front of him. There was a patch of hair drawn in between her legs, and that patch of hair attracted my attention, then the gash... I had already known, in principle, that a woman did not have a penis, that instead there was a hole where you put the penis in and babies came out... that was the sum total of my knowledge about sex at that moment, and I imagined that there were some in my class who did not know that much, or who believed some untrue story they had heard before. I had masturbated before, risking flogging for the pleasure it gave... there was writing next to the drawing, but even though I had been staring at the page I could not have said what the words were. I realized that I was becoming hard, and looked away from the drawing, feeling guilty. The Sergeant Instructor had finished a long and rambling speech, invoking theology and politics and human nature to make some point I probably would not have understood even if I had been paying attention. He did not seem an eloquent man, but he continued:\n\n\"I have been a soldier in service to Holy Mother Church since I was a boy no older than you. I have faced death on the battlefield, but facing maiming or burning or any death is nothing compared to the horror of imperiling your immortal soul with a woman. They are foul creatures - piss and shit and foul menstruation, remember these things when you see a woman, that you do not find yourself growing too fond of her or of her body.\" He shuddered, seemingly in sincere disgust: \"I thank God, that it was never my fate to marry.\" It took him a moment to regain composure:\n\n\"But, enough. Look to page two of the booklet, and consider,\" he began to read, \"The female anatomy...\"\n\n​\n\nThe talk went on for nearly two hours, and included details of pregnancy and the delivery of a baby that had probably been calculated to make the experience disgusting, rather than arousing. I still found myself excited, somehow, by that pathetic little drawing of a naked woman. So that was what they looked like... and that hole between their legs, the vagina, where the penis went during copulation... it must, I concluded based on pure reason, feel better to put your penis in there than it did to use your hand. It must, or else the penalty for fornication would not be so much greater than the penalty for masturbation. I wondered if I would be married someday, perhaps someday soon. What would she be like, the woman I'd finally see naked and have the chance to... I imagined climbing on top of a woman, thrusting into her body... wondered what it would feel like. \n\nThey had us run several miles after the lecture, then put us through the assault course, climbing barricades and vaulting obstacles and generally exhausting ourselves. I imagined it was intended to discourage us from masturbating that evening, and the fact that the sermon that night was about the sin of masturbation and how the evil ones could reach in to gnaw off parts of our souls at the moment of orgasm seemed to reinforce that assumption. Midway though the sermon, I decided that I would try to masturbate that night, more as an act of defiance than of lust. If they hated this act so much, these men who hated everything, then it could not be all bad. I would think of the faceless woman on page two when I did, of the drawing... I wondered if the artist had been a woman, and decided that it made it more erotic to consider the drawing and imagine a woman making it, and that therefore I would imagine a woman had been the artist.\n\nSo it was, that night, that I lay in my bed and stroked my cock, imagining a woman drawing the picture I had seen, imagining her clothes... the women I had seen at that point in my life had worn grey veils covering their hair, and shapeless grey dresses just as we young men wore grey school uniforms... I imagined a young woman, dressed like that, removing her dress and laying down to be drawn... the artist was also a woman, and she reached down and pulled the veil down to cover the face. It had been intended to reduce the erotic potential of the drawing, I was sure of it, but in my fantasy it became an erotic act, the artist stroking the model's cheek as she positioned the veil. Then the drawing... I thought about the drawing, thought about the hypothetical artist removing her own veil, she had long dark hair like my mother's... I imagined her leaning in for a kiss with her model, and... and... and my imagination failed me and I heard a Sergeant Instructor walking down the rows of beds, so I concealed my activity, and my fantast then was for a secure place to sleep, where no one would know if I masturbated. Some hiding place, where I could freely masturbate as often as I liked, even nightly!\n\nHe passed, and I resumed my stroking. I was getting close, imagining holding a woman's hair in my hand... I wanted a lover, or at least someone to hold me. I had not been held by someone who loved me since I was five years old and had left home. I missed my mother, although I had not seen her in more than twelve years.\n\nI came, and was ashamed again. There would be women in my future, I was fairly sure. There would be a chance to try copulation, or to be held by someone who loved me... a wife was supposed to love her husband, wasn't she? I saw my father perhaps once or twice a year, and wondered if I would ever have the courage to ask that distant paternal presence if he thought my mother loved him. Probably not.\n\nI drifted off to sleep, and dreamed of long, female, hair."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CUTE] Two spirits, knowing nothing about human bodies, finally take their human forms and explor their new bodies together.
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"content": "\"You're such a pain in the ass!\" the girl snapped, turning onto her side, her back facing the male. A stretch of white cloth covered their bodies. They appeared to be clothed for a nightly ritual. The male, much larger than the now brooding female, looked sadly at his mate's form, rising and falling along to the rhythm of her deep breaths. \n\n\"I was just asking...\" he said.\n\n\"You're always just asking,\" she said, angrily. \"How many times do I have to say no before you get it?\"\n\nHe mumbled something neither I nor Entfar could hear. \n\n\"I what?\" she snapped, turning back over to face the male. \"I never want to? No, Frank. You *always* want to. Even if we fuck twice a day, all week, it's not enough for you. And then, when I don't want to, you get all pissy--\"\n\n*This is getting tiresome* Entfar thought to me. *Let us just proceed.*\n\nEntfar flew forward in a frenzy. I followed after only a few seconds of hesitation. Our orbs touching the skins of the humans. Their bodies convulsed as we spread our essences throughout their being, pushing their consciences down into a temporary sleep before gaining full control. \n\nWe sat up. \n\n\"You said I could be the male,\" Entfar said with the human female's light voice. \n\n\"Does it make a difference?\" I asked, moving my limbs around, testing the control. \n\n\"I suppose we'll find out,\" Enftar sighed. \"Shall we?\"\n\nI nodded. We both pulled the white cloth covering off of our new bodies and stood up. We had used bipedal forms before, so we were not surprised. We hadn't, however, taken forms of a species that was in the habit of covering themselves with so much fabrics. Mine didn't seem too complicated. The only fabric my body wore was a strip covering what I believed were the genitals. I merely slid those off. \n\nEntfar had a little more to work with. The female wore excess fabric on her form that covered her legs and torso. Entfar pulled those off easily. Then, Entfar was surprised to see there was a fabric covering their genitals as well. Entfar pulled these off. \n\nWe stood a few feet apart, fully exposed, taking stock of our new bodies, as well as each other's. \n\n\"I expected more than just the two breasts,\" Entfar noted, pressing the woman's dainty hands to the large sacks of fat attached to her chest. \n\n\"The furbitants had three sets,\" I said. \"But they were not quite large as those, I admit.\"\n\n\"They are rather heavy. My back feels a tad sore...\"\n\n\"That must be why she was so unpleasant,\" I noted. \n\n\"But you do not have breasts nearly as large,\" Entfar complained. \"You hardly have any at all!\"\n\n\"I don't believe the male requires them,\" I said, pressing two large hands to my chest. \"From what I can tell, the female breasts are for feeding their young.\"\n\n\"So why do you have those?\" Entfar asked, poking one of the tiny pink teats attached to my chest. \n\n\"I am uncertain,\" I said, pinching them. \"They do not seem to be for pleasure. I cannot feel anything other than a mild pain.\"\n\n\"Ah!\" Entfar cried. \"Mine seem to send little shocks through my vessel.\"\n\n\"Really? Might I try?\"\n\n\"Please do,\" Entfar said.\n\nI pinched Entfar's large, brown nipples. Entfar gasped again. \n\n\"Did I hurt you?\"\n\n\"No...it felt...pleasant. I think. Look, they are now erect.\"\n\n\"They have gotten a little larger. Interesting. They react almost immediately to stimulus.\"\n\n\"I must say, the male form does not look nearly as interesting,\" Entfar said, moving the woman's hands down to her torso, then around to her rear. \n\n\"I disagree,\" I said, flexing the male's muscles. \"I imagine this form is far stronger than yours. Allow me to demonstrate.\"\n\nI lifted Entfar effortlessly off the ground.\n\n\"I did not consent!\" Entfar shouted, somewhat anxious. \"Please put me down on the ground.\"\n\n\"You weight almost nothing, Entfar! This is most amusing. Your face is getting red!\"\n\n\"Plutnar, as acting commander I order you to put me down!\"\n\nThe male's lips curved. I felt a strange rush of dopamine surge through me. \"If you insist, Entfar!\"\n\nI threw Entfar's tiny female form onto the dwelling place on which we found the humans. Entfar bounced a few times before settling. The woman's eyes were wide with surprise.\n\n\"Bet the male form isn't so boring now, is it?\" I laughed. \n\n\"Well, it's not as aesthetically pleasing,\" Entfar pouted. \"Look, it has that fleshy organ sticking out. So unseemly. Must get caught in places all the time.\"\n\n\"I believe that's what the fabric covering them is meant to prevent,\" I argued. \"But it doesn't seem to have a function...\"\n\nI poked at the long, fleshy organ. It did not move.\n\n\"It is the male genitalia, Plutnar,\" Entfar said, using a tone one would use with someone who was stupid. \"It is the organ used for the purposes of mating.\"\n\n\"Ah! I believe you are correct. Is there a purpose for all the hair?\"\n\n\"Probably to prevent the spread of bacteria,\" Entfar suggested.\n\n\"There is no hair on your genitals,\" I said, moving closer onto the dwelling, pointing at the strange mound between the thick legs of Entfar's vessel. \"Your sex organs are not as obvious as mine.\"\n\nEntfar spread the woman's legs and strained to look at her genitals. \"It is hard to see clearly. What does it look like?\"\n\n\"Complicated,\" I admitted. \"There is a hole...But also two sets of folds...And there appears to be a little nub right here...\"\n\n\"Ahh!\" Entfar said, cringing backward against the wood panel attached to the nest. \"That was sensitive...More so than the teats.\"\n\n\"Interesting...Pleasure?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, I believe so,\" Entfar said, pressing a slender finger to the nub. Entfar began to rub it.\n\n\"Ah! It requires constant stimulation!\"\n\n\"Perhaps if I rub my own, I will achieve a similar result?\"\n\nI moved a finger against the long organ sticking out of me, but only felt discomfort. \"Strange. Maybe the male does not feel pleasure in the sex organs?\"\n\n\"Or maybe you aren't doing it properly?\"\n\nI thought for a moment, considering the organ, feeling around it with my hands. Underneath it were two, small, round-shaped...protrusions. I felt discomfort squeezing or poking them too hard. I tried rubbing the palm of my hand against the long organ, but nothing seemed to work.\n\nI looked back at Entfar, whose face was suddenly flushed and glistening with small droplets. The woman's finger was still rubbing at the nub. \n\n\"A pressure seems to be building,\" Entfar said, moving the finger quicker now. \"I feel like it is just within my grasp!\"\n\nThe large breasts jiggled as Entfar worked at the human's genitals. My eyes seemed hypnotized by the movements for some reason. It felt rather illogical, but I wished to place my mouth on those large brown teats, wished to grasp them with my hands, and--\n\n\"Plutnar, you are growing!\" Entfar exclaimed.\n\n\"You are correct!\" I said, marveling at the way the sex organ seemed to grow and throb. \"I was merely staring at your breasts, and now the organ is erect!\"\n\n\"Try grasping it,\" Entfar said.\n\nI placed one hand around the shaft of the organ. There was no discomfort. \n\n\"Now what?\" I asked.\n\n\"I do not know...Maybe stroke it?\"\n\nI moved the hand down the shaft, carefully, recalling how sensitive male organs seem to be. Then, just as slowly, moved the hand up to the head. It was...pleasurable. But there was no build, not immediate response. My body was not flushed or glistening like Entfar's.\n\nI quickened my movements. That seemed to do the trick. My heartbeat seemed to increase, my pulse quickened. A strange tingle emerged inside of the fleshy sac that flopped underneath the stiff organ. My human eyes found the bouncing breasts of Entfar. \n\n\"Oh my!\" I breathed as strange ropes of white liquid erupted onto Entfar's face and breasts. \"That was exhilirating.\n\n\"You have shot goo all over my vessel!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The rules were simple, whoever lost the next game of Smash has to attend all of next weeks classes naked with the words "Touch me" written on their stomach.
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"content": "I stared at myself in the mirror on my dorm room wall, with a very short crop top that was barely hiding my breasts, with a miniskirt what was stretched over my ass. And the thing that attracted the eye the most was the words \"Touch me\" written on a big font on my stomach. \n\nI sigh to myself, thinking about the event that led to me dressing like this. \n\nIt was at a party in the day before yesterday. There was music, dancing and drinking. lots of drinking. \n\nMaybe that was why I was so overconfident that I will beat my friend Marcus in a game of smash, even though I didn't have a slightest clue as to what smash was. \n\nI really should have backed down after I was beaten a few rounds and was left naked on the couch as a result. But my stupid drunken self raised the stakes. And after the next defeat, I found myself agreeing to come to college, naked and \"touch me\" written on myself. \n\nOf course I can't go around naked in college. So most of my day yesterday was spent arguing with him and he finally agreed to let my wear clothes as long as they were very skimpy and if I didn't wear anything under them. \n\nI sighed and took my bag and walked out of the dorm, hoping to avoid anyone and get to class and hide myself there. \n\nMy hopes were dashes the minute I stepped outside the building. Because Marcus and his friends were waiting for me. \n\n\"Woah Elizabeth, you look sexy.\" He shouted with a grin as his two lackeys wolf whistled. \n\nAt that moment, I knew that my day was going to be worse than what I imagined."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They're both into each other. The chemistry is there. The little signals have been deployed and recognised. They've come this-close more than once. Unfortunately, each time they are distracted by a logical inconsistency.
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"content": "Of all the bullshit things that Keri had on her daily checklist, appeasing Lexer King was among the worst. *Find a new tailor*, the bulleted item read. Not written were notes, documenting his hour-long tirade about the original seamstress’s perceived lack of talent because she couldn’t name his last album. Keri should have known that the former ‘90s alt rock icon would be trouble, the moment she learned that he no longer had representation. \n\nTrawling through tumblr fan sites had revealed his current whereabouts. “Alex,” as he now called himself, had become a captain of a fishing charter off of Lake Superior. The years of touring and boozing had not been kind to him. Deep wrinkles along his cheeks, eyes, and mouth gave the impression of a devastating earthquake having erupted on his face, the ruddy, pock-marked nose at its epicenter. Keri’s research had also confirmed what she suspected: Lexer King was still a bankable performer that would appeal to her target demographic. \n\nPhil’s IM disrupted her search for Bay Area alterations. *The hotel needs a head count for Wednesday dinner, can you send ASAP? kthxbye.* She added it to the shit list. Event planning was stressful before when it was just weddings, having to wear referee and ninja bridesmaids hats for strings of magical one nighters. Coordinating a four-day corporate “User Pow Wow” for the most dominant Knowledge Management SaaS provider in North America was to court insanity. Keri loved it. Most of it. Pushing those tasks lower on her to-do list, she headed for the convention hall.\n\nKeri liked working at the registration desk, where fifty thousand middle managers, HR generalists, and KM geeks lined up to get their official lanyard, event badge, and plastic bag of tchotchkes. Roaming herds of khaki-bottomed men and women gawked at the poster of Lexer King, the signature show on the second night. Looking at their gleeful smiles, she knew it was the painfully right choice. *He still has it.*\n\n“Back behind the desk this year, eh Keri?” She turned back and returned a smile back at the bespectacled man looking at her. \n\nStanding, she reached over the table with open arms. “Graham, you made it!” Their hug was as awkward as any of their other encounters had been over the years. When she could no longer take the edge of the table digging into her thighs, Keri let go and sized him up. The beard was gone, the paunch was not. His soft features and kind eyes were propped up by a nice dress shirt and an open corduroy blazer. “You look fantastic.” \n\n“So do you,” he replied. “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year.”\n\nKeri could. It had been four years since they first had met, when sparks flew. Nothing happened, out of both of their misplaced faith in something called “corporate ethics.” Every subsequent conference had been its own sitcom of missed cues, logistical fuck-ups, and other minutae conspiring to keep *them* from happening. By the end of the conferences, they swear: to write, to connect on LinkedIn, to follow each other on social media, but it would only take a month before their lives back home erased their promises. *This year will be different*.\n\n“Wow, you really got him?” Graham asked, pointing at the poster. “He looks great. I remember when Hammer’s Edge came out, the CD practically melted in my car. That album was so good.” \n\n“I didn’t take you for a Lexer King fan,” she lied. “Did you wear the fringed coat too?”\n\n“It’s not so much different than this. Swap the Brooks Brothers for black flannel and slip on a pair of Levis.”\n\nShe only needed a millisecond to imagine his pants dropping. If he had spared a moment and looked away from the poster, Graham would have noticed her biting her lip. Perhaps not. The silence drew longer until someone behind him politely coughed. Keri held out the conference bag. “I need to take care of some business, but let’s catch up later, okay?”\n\nGraham thanked her and followed the crowd into the networking hall with a long banner stretched overhead: “Harness the Fire Within You!” Keri didn’t like spontaneous combustion as a slogan but she also wasn’t in Marketing. She was *only* responsible for retaining and increasing attendees, despite a lack of new product features and increased admission costs. Self-immolation started to sound pleasant.\n\nBy the afternoon, she had resolved most of the event issues, even securing an Italian tailor from the Garment District to placate the dinosaur in Doc Martens. The keynote speech was scheduled to start soon, and the main hall filled in quickly with mostly-sober clients. Staring from the soundboard, Keri tried unsuccessfully to spot Graham. The corduroy blazer should have been easier to spot, but was washed out in a sea of drab coats and cardigans. \n \n“You looking for someone?” the AV tech next to her asked.\n\n“Nah man, I just love stretching my neck.” She hoped he appreciated sarcasm.\n\nHe tapped on his keyboard and a new window appeared on his monitor. “We’ve got time, wanna use the boom cam?” The thin analog joystick controlled a long-armed rig with a mounted camera. It panned across the entire audience in seconds. “Go head and look.”\n\nKeri pinched the tip of the joystick and moved slowly, watching the monitor. Despite the dim mood lighting, she spotted her target, a few rows from the back. Graham was swapping his attention between the empty stage and his phone. Zooming in, she sent him a text. `Hey, smile.` \n\nHe looked up, confused. In the noisy hall, he was as blind as she had been. `Where are you?` he replied.\n\n`I’m in your mind 😈` Watching him squirm in his seat was unusually delightful. Keri was used to being the fixer, not the delegator, nor the commander. `Stop fidgeting, the show is starting soon.` Graham squared his shoulders and smiled as the interlude music faded and the CEO marched on stage to a cacophony of applause. `Meet me in the lobby after the talk?`\n\n \n\nIt was easy to tell the new attendees from the veterans. The new people had their faces buried in the thick itinerary and hustled to the break out sessions. The vets holed up in the bar and waited for the slide decks to be posted. Keri split the difference, making phone calls in a plush lounge chair in the lobby before Graham joined her.\n\n“How was the speech from Dear Leader? Are you *lit*?” she asked with air quotes. The CEO had been insistent on keeping the fire theme throughout the conference. \n\n“Same old, same old,” he sighed. “At least there’s Lexer King.”\n\n“Yeah, there’s that.” Keri didn’t appreciate the reminder. The talent was due to land tomorrow and she had personally inspected his suite to ensure that it met his requirements. Special dispensation was given by the hotel to allow him to smoke, but she was proud of the speed with which she had procured the soft packs of *Gauloises*. Pot would have been easier.\n\n“Hey, my boss wants me to go to a couple sessions to talk to the speakers about integrations. My schedule looks like swiss cheese, but do you want to get lunch tomorrow?”\n\n“Dinner tonight?” she countered. \n\n“I wish, but I’m meeting our West Coast team. It’s the only time we see each other in real life.”\n\nKeri ignored the similarity between her proposal and his excuse, simply nodding with a smile. It didn’t take long to catch each other up on their last year. Shifts in people, products, and a forced UI update had taken its toll on everybody, from internal sales to the IT admins. Graham’s company renewed for another three years, ensuring that he would be coming back for a while. There were questions on her mind that refused to be given a voice. *Are you still single? Still interested in me?* They separated, learning nothing.\n\nMr. King called her as she entered the bar. “Did you get everything?”\n\n\n“Yes, your suite is appointed in the way you specified.”\n\n“Did you get the *Gitanes*?”\n\nKeri stopped. “The rider stated *Gauloise*.” \n\n“What!” he screamed. “The contract don’t say that. That shit is *too* French. Get me *Gitanes* by the time I land or I’m heading right back to Michigan.” \n\nHe droned on and she muted him, knowing that it would be a while. The double bourbon helped. By the time she had assuaged his fears and hung up the call, Keri was draining her sixth. Later, she flopped onto her hotel bed, wondering if this year was going to be another dud. *Stupid Graham*, she thought, imagining him conversing with floating heads of his coworkers. Maybe he was telling them stories she had heard before, the funny and heartwarming ones that had charmed her, that had made his embraces and absences bittersweet. Hugging herself, she rolled on her back and sighed. At least her hand felt nice, cupping her clothed breast. *Fuck it*. \n\nKeri stumbled out of her clothes and managed to get back in bed wearing only panties and a conference lanyard. Her badge turned and twisted each time she massaged one breast and switched to the other. “Harness the fire within,” she mumbled, petting her mound. It felt good to laugh at the whole situation, muscles relaxing even more as her fingers slipped under the fabric. It was no blast furnace, she thought, but her sex was warm enough. \n\n***\n*continued*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When you are summoned to another world, you expected to have to fight a demon king or something. Instead, you were summoned to finally give the queen, cursed to never be able to have an orgasm, some well-deserved release.
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"content": "\"Your majesty, I am here as summoned,\" I replied calmly.\n\nQueen's chamber is... more spartan than I thought. It is luxurious but doesn't feel like a royal residence. And I am surprised I've yet to see a servant or chambermaid.\n\nQueen Wilhemina is pacing like a caged animal. Her outfit is ornate, yet practical.\n\n\"Good! Good! Have you been briefed?\"\n\n\"No, your majesty. I was told it is of the utmost secrecy and not even the agent who met me knew the details. I came straight here, and I spoke to no one other than to verify my identity.\"\n\nThe queen rolled her eyes, a most unbefitting gesture, and I was tempted to chuckle, but I did not want to lose my head.\n\n\"To put it plainly, I've been cursed! CURSED!\" Queen Wilhemina growled.\n\n\"Uh... cursed?\"\n\n\"An evil witch cursed me to have no more orgasms because she desired my King!\"\n\n\"Uh... I failed to see the relevance...\"\n\n\"Don't worry about her. My Dear Harold killed her, which, my Royal mage assured me, should have broken the curse.\"\n\n\"And...?\"\n\n\"It DID NOT WORK!\" she barked, \"I... I STILL CAN'T COME!\"\n\n\"Oh...\" I muttered. Now it is obvious why her agent approached me to consult with a... very exclusive client. I'm a sexologist that specialized in female orgasms. Though I've never dealt with a cursed queen before.\n\n\"Yes, and I am tired of that 'Your Majesty' stuff. Just call me Adele.\"\n\n\"Yes, yo... Adele.\"\n\n\"Can you help me?\" Adele looked at me imperiously, but with a hint of desperation. \n\n\"I can try. please take off all your clothes. Do you need a maid to assist you?\"\n\n\"I can do it myself.\"\n\nI turned around to give her some privacy, while, I opened my travel backpack, a customized one that opens flat and exposed a lot of various instruments and sexual aids, from lube to vibrators, the more gynecological stuff, like a speculum, and some more unusual stuff like a velvet glove, large feather, and so on.\n\n\"What have you tried so far?\"\n\n\"Just about everything! Doing it myself, doing it with Harold, manual, machine, I've even tried Sybian. I can't come, even when my clit is hurting from the friction. \"\n\n\"Okay. What else?\"\n\n\"I've tried it with woman, with extra men... It's not a matter of not getting turned on. I still have a lot of libido. It's only that I can't achieve orgasm.\"\n\n\"I see... Any... sexual hangups?\"\n\n\"Harold and I enjoy an active sex life before... all this happened. \"\n\n\"But pretty vanilla sex?\"\n\n\"We've tried different positions, and some mechanical and other sensual aids.\"\n\n\"And you said you never had any problems before.\"\n\n\"None. \"\n\nI turned around and there she is, naked, and I had to look twice. Adele's body is magnificent, practically the body of Venus came to life. Not too thick, not too thin, everything about her is \"just right\". I quickly looked up and saw a hint of a smile on Adele's lips.\n\nI grabbed my penlight and conducted a quick physical examination, and as my first impression already told me, she is physical perfection, and in perfect physical shape.\n\nSo there's nothing physical stopped her from getting an orgasm.\n\nI then tried testing her senses. All her senses are working fine too. Hot wax, cold metal instruments, soft velvet, hard fingernails, she responded to each of them correctly, even at her most sensitive parts like her nipples and her thighs.\n\nI asked her to play with herself with one of my special vibrators that also records her physiological response. She is still clearly turned on but she just won't go over the edge.\n\nThis is a rather peculiar case... but I have seen this ONCE before... in a submissive.\n\nHer face is red from exertion, and her breath is fast, and she is clearly aroused.\n\nI ordered, \"Adele, stop.\"\n\nShe ignored me.\n\n\"Adele, stop RIGHT NOW!\"\n\nShe glared at me with hatred, as if saying \"why haven't you cured me yet.\"\n\n\"Adele, do you want to come?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"How much do you want to come?\"\n\n\"More than anything.\"\n\n\"You can't come yet.\"\n\n\"WHAT?!\" She was about to jump off her bed before I ordered her to stop again.\n\n\"You have to ask nicely.\"\n\n\"Why you impudent...\"\n\nI stopped her again.\n\n\"You said you wanted to come more than anything. Did you just lie?\"\n\nShe glared but sat back down on the bed.\n\n\"Stand up, feet apart, hands behind your head, elbows out.\"\n\nShe glared at me again, but she obeyed.\n\n\"I have an idea about your... condition, but I need to do an experiment. And this requires your full cooperation, no matter how... 'against your nature', it may be. There would be no pain, and no public humiliation. Do you understand, Adele?\"\n\n\"Yes. \"\n\n\"Good.\" I stepped right up to her, her breasts touching my chest. She did not flinch.\n\nWhile still looking into her eyes, my right hand reached down and started touching her private parts. She is wet, and I slid two fingers into her. She blinked, but did not otherwise react.\n\nI applied pressure to her g-spot, but just held her there, and waited.\n\nHer gaze never wandered, but I can sense the small shudders in her. The pressure on the g-spot is having an effect. My thumb brushed her clit gently.\n\nShe shuddered slightly.\n\nWhen I sensed the moment is right, I asked her to do the unthinkable.\n\n\"Adele, beg me to let you come.\"\n\nFor a moment, I can sense the anger in her eyes, and her body tense as if to strike.\n\n\"Adele, this is where it gets very uncomfortable. Beg me to let you come.\"\n\nHer body shuddered again. She is clearly close, but something is stopping her from going over the edge.\n\n\"May I come?\" She looked away and whispered.\n\n\"I am not sure you mean that. Look me in the eye, with proper reverence, and repeat after me, 'Master, can I please come?'\"\n\nShe glared at me again, but complied, \"Master, can I please come?\"\n\nI can see the struggle in her eyes, to go against her nature and be submissive, but I need her to go all the way. My thumb flicked at her clit. I can feel her tremble. \n\n\"Ask me, Adele. Beg me. Submit to me.\"\n\nWith tears in her eyes, I can see her spirit break, and her voice trembled as she slowly, but clearly, spoke, \"Master, may I please come?\" \n\n\"Yes, you may.\" I pinched her clit once, hard.\n\nAnd she went over the edge and screamed in pleasure."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The New X Rated Talent Show, American's Next MILF.
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"content": "\"You know, when they abolished all content restrictions for broadcast television, there were people saying it would lead to something like this. I didn't believe them, until now.\" Alice nodded absent mindedly as the into music started playing. She was proud to have gotten a real job as a senior person in the production of a real television show, even prouder to be seeing it air. Even if she wasn't about to let her grandmother know what her favorite granddaughter had been involved in. She looked over at Mike and smiled at him. She had met him at her gym while the show was still just starting filming, and it had only been on the second date that she'd told him, after a couple drinks at a nice wine bar. Remembering the exchange: \n\n\"So, you work in porn?\" She'd responded, laughing, \n\n\"No, reality television! On a major network!\" Which was true, although it probably qualified as porn too. Well, now they'd been together for more than a month, the first episode was about to premier and Mike was in her apartment for a two person viewing party. She was still smiling while she turned her head back towards the screen...\n\n​\n\nCheerful music played, an aerial view of a California mansion zooming in to the garden. It cut to a view of the host - Candy Cain, 39, two time AVN award winner for Best MILF Performer. She was grinning, her huge tits on the verge of spilling out of a little black mini dress:\n\n\"Hello and welcome to a new season of America's Next MILF, the show where you, the viewers, decide who... is the mommy you want to fuck! This season, twelve hot moms from around the country come to LA to compete - to suck, fuck and strut their stuff. Each week, when you finish jerking off, call or text to choose the hottest mom of the week... the least popular goes home and the others move on to another hot week. This week, the hottest mom wins a special prize - a brand new Lincoln Navigator, with all the features!\" The camera cut to the car, it was black and had a MILF vanity license plate... there'd be a couple ads for Lincoln cars during the show, and the winner would be suitably impressed with her prize. Good advertising for a luxury car brand, apparently. The sales pitch ended, it cut back to the host, still grinning: \"Now, let's meet the contestants!\" The camera cut to an interior, a catwalk like at a fashion show. The first MILF came strutting out, the room had been nearly empty but the lighting and the camera angles concealed it, made it seem like they had a crowd. Lights were flashing, like camera flashes, and the music was going from cheerful to, well, something they'd play in a strip club.\n\n​\n\nA muscular Latin woman with her long black hair in a braid came down the catwalk... Maria, 38, mother of two, Personal Trainer from San Diego California. She wore a sports bra and a tiny set of elastic shorts... she wiggled her ass and grinned while the host made a joke about California Girls, trying to riff on both Katie Perry and The Beach Boys. \n\nNext came Jane, 36, mother of one, Personal Assistant from Boston... she was a pale blonde with her long hair loose, she wore a lacey black bra and panty set and a pair of black high heels. Bigger breasts than Maria... Candy made some pun about the kind of personal assistance she'd like from Jane. \n\nAlice glanced over at Mike, saw he was already hard in his jeans. She smiled, and reached over to stroke his forearm almost casually. He twitched, half guilty and half aroused. She pretended not to notice his erection, looked at his face... he was still locked on the screen, paying attention to the third and fourth MILFs as the parade continued... Alice looked back at the screen.\n\nChristine, 40, mother of one, cute and slightly chubby. A pharmacist from Cleveland. She was the oldest, but also the one who least needed the money... Alice remembered how she'd behaved and smiled to herself... there was a woman who knew what she wanted and was out to get it. The others blurred together, and Alice was distracted by watching Mike's reaction. He was watching very intently, and she chose to consider it a positive sign about the show's quality. Hopefully it was working, and would become enough of a success that it'd be a boost to her resume to have worked on the first season. The moms got introduced and moved into the house, there had been a party and they'd ended up topless in the hot tub laughing... then the next morning, and an explanation of the first week's challenge.\n\nCandy Cain had them assembled as she explained that they'd be paired with professional strippers and given a week to prepare a routine. They could pick their music, they'd have a set amount of time and couldn't go over... and beyond that, anything goes.\n\nScenes with the moms taking lessons from the strippers had followed, plenty of nudity and some hints about their routines... then a commercial break, an advertisement for a cam girl site which was proud to feature all 12 of the strippers who'd appeared on the show to advise and train the moms. Followed by an ad for Lincoln crossover SUVs that featured more nudity than a car commercial typically did... then back to the show, and a little more teasing before the moms did their routines. \n\nAlice got up to get a drink, asked Mike if he wanted something... he managed to look away from the screen, tell her no thanks. She sat down next to him on the couch with a glass of water and sipped from it before setting it down... she snuggled in with him and he put his arm around her, holding her as the first mom went to the pole.\n\nMaria did a fantastic, athletic, routine. She'd had some training in a couple types of dance and it showed, she was graceful... they were all good, honestly. They had chosen 12 hot moms and all 12 were showing that they had true MILF potential. Christine the pharmacist came on last. She was probably the least athletic of the moms, but she had an ace up her sleeve... well, metaphorically. She came on wearing a long white lab coat, which didn't stay on for long. She certainly didn't have Maria's grace and athleticism, but she made up for it with perversion. The rules had said nothing about sex toys, nothing about on-stage penetration, but none of the others had tried anything. The thought hadn't crossed their minds. Well, her routine made good use of an over-sized dildo. Alice was smiling while she unfastened Mike's belt, it seemed like it took him a moment to notice... he made a sort of protesting noise but she shushed him, before taking his cock in her hand. He was already hard, completely ready in her hand. She stroked him gently while Christine finished her absurdly obscene routine. Wondered if he'd come before the routine was done, was mildly pleased when he didn't.\n\nWhen the routines were done, it cut back to the mansion and the moms assembled on the couches wearing bits of their costumes and nothing else. Candy Cain was laughing as she gave a quick recap, ending with: \"And here I thought we wouldn't start shooting porn until week three!\" A young woman in a pant suit introduced herself as representing a major porn studio, and reported that Christine could have a contract with them however she performed in the show. Some of the contestants laughed at this, a couple looked nervous like they hadn't realized what they were getting into. Mike was still painfully erect in her hand as the show ended, with some brief interviews with the moms and a reminder to call or text to report your favorite, and that the routines were all available on the show's website.\n\nWhen the next commercials came on, Alice turned off the TV. She smiled at Mike, his cock still in her hand:\n\n\"So... what did you think?\" He looked at her, flushed and glassy eyed with arousal: \n\n\"Seriously hot.\" She thought about asking whether he meant her or the show... and decided she didn't care. She'd ask for more details once they'd had their fun. Overall, she thought that the evening was going very well indeed..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] To finish your spell you need one more ingredient, liquefied lust. Which can only be extracted from a succubus or incubus type demon, that has been kept on edge without being able to cum for 24 hours or more. (The longer the better) For most this would be a hard thing to come by.
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"content": "“And that concludes today’s lesson.” Êmmyrcÿndras the Serene, Imperator Primagus, set his quill down and inclined his head toward his sole pupil, dark eyes glinting. “Be sure the final stroke on your Qaloz rune is firm, and does not overlap with Gugwis; I shall expect you to be able to draw the full circle by tomorrow.”\n\n“What about the incantation, Primagus?”\n\nÊmmyrcÿndras smiled, very slightly, and shook his head. “No, Astraleyes. That is for another lecture. I would rather you not be able to actually cast the ritual until I can be certain of the safeguards you have in place. Would you trust your life to a blade with no hilt?”\n\nThe young man before him winced. “No, sir. Point taken, Primagus.” Gently blotting his notes dry, he rolled his parchments up and slid them neatly into his scroll case, his good cheer unrepressed. “Thank you for your instruction.”\n\nEver the optimist. Well, Arnvir was young, true—but talented. He’d a knack for spellwrighting, and Êmmyrcÿndras fully believed he would be ready for the incantation in another week. “Patience is a virtue, Astraleyes. A finely-crafted spell for the proper purpose is its own—”\n\n“—its own reward, and will serve you better than a rushed one haphazardly done,” Arnvir finished simultaneously, his bright eyes glimmering with the youthful enthusiasm that had earned him his nickname. “I understand. And sir, I am grateful to learn from you.”\n\nÊmmyrcÿndras’ smile softened. “My boy, you are a fine student. Any Primagus would be pleased with an apprentice like yourself. You do the Art proud.”\n\nArnvir ducked under the hand meant to ruffle his hair and grinned cheekily. “I try, sir. Oh—”\n\n“Was there something else?”\n\n“Yes, sir. An old friend of mine plans to venture to Narthrond with his party in a fortnight. He is prepared, but he worries for the knight they’ve hired to go with them.”\n\nWell, he was right to worry, mused Êmmyrcÿndras; Narthrond was a cruel, frigid hellscape, where the very air itself could shear through your lungs. Even snowdrakes did not linger there long. “And you offered your assistance?”\n\n“I said only that I would ask your advice for him.”\n\n“Mm.” Êmmyrcÿndras’ face darkened, recalling his own adventuring days not more than a decade or two ago. He did not miss them, and every time some new student of the Academie wished to take leave for earning such trivial, petty things as glory or fame or wealth, he was reminded why he’d left it when he was still in his prime. “I am glad, Astraleyes, that you have chosen a more sensible, stable profession. There will never be lack of work for you so long as there are fools throwing their youths away like that. Now, to the matter at hand—a method of protecting them from the Narthrond environment, yes?”\n\n“Yes, sir. I was hoping you would know of one.”\n\n“I know of several—and, indeed, one that is within your means, and therefore theirs. Bloodfire tonic will warm them from within—one dose for one week. See that tomorrow you know how long they will be in Narthrond—these are not to be consumed outside of such environments, lest the inner heat drive them to madness without a way to expel it.”\n\n“Yes, sir.” Arnvir’s scrollcase was open again, and he was furiously scribbling down notes in charcoal. “What do I need?”\n\n“A vial of each of their blood, per dose. Bloodfire tonic is most effective when distilled specifically for the target. We’ll discuss the distillation process tomorrow as well.” Leveraging a worn tome from a nearby shelf, Êmmyrcÿndras began leafing through the pages. Arnvir thought the title might have read *Fundaments of Planar Survival* or some such, but the Primagus continued speaking, and he had no time for idle thoughts. “Devil’s Grass, Phoenix sweat, dried piranha felonwort, flamebite. No more than a gram of white mirasmium to temper the flasks with. As many petals of sparkthaw hisbiscus as you are permitted to purchase. A heaping gallon of plain, everyday capsaicin; do not skimp. Buy and juice raw peppers if you must. An icicle from a rime elemental for stirring, no shorter than half a meter long. And—hrmm.”\n\nArnvir paused. “Sir?”\n\nAfter a tense moment, Êmmyrcÿndras returned the book to the shelf. “Never you mind, Astraleyes. I will provide the final ingredient myself. It is dangerous to procure, and I would not risk you in this way yet.”\n\nOne hand lifted to ask, but then Arnvir saw his master’s expression and thought better of it, curiosity be damned. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir—I’ll send for those vials immediately, and I should have time enough tomorrow morning for a trip to the shops.”\n\n“Good. If you encounter any difficulty finding any of these ingredients, inform me.”\n\nArnvir nodded gratefully and turned to leave, now with even more questions. A secret ingredient! This was all so exciting. And his master’s face just then—he’d never really put any stock in the rumors that Êmmyrcÿndras the Serene had once been known as Êmmyrcÿndras the Dire, but…. Oh, tomorrow was going to be a lesson to look forward to.\n\nThe Imperator Primagus, meanwhile, simply settled his robes more carefully about his shoulders and waited until his student had entirely left the tower before opening the door at the back of his laboratory. It normally led straight into the stone wall it was set against, but for Êmmyrcÿndras and Êmmyrcÿndras only, it led to a staircase that began, with no entranceway, several yards down into the bedrock on which his tower sat.\n\nIt was here, in the rooms and corridors off of this massive stair, that he kept his store of dangerous materiel—the volatile mana crystals, the forbidden codices, the destructive elementals or aberrant insanity-inducing monstrosities he had to maintain in incredibly complex arcane cages. Each floor down into the dark recesses of the earth housed another category of safety hazards—and it was at the absolute bottom of the staircase that Êmmyrcÿndras stopped, in front of a massive leaden door. Muttering a ward and a trigger under his breath, the Imperator Primagus slipped his finger through the solid stone of the door and twisted his hand like a key in a keyhole—"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a duel between two witches, the winner takes half of the loser's cup size as a punishment. A flat-chested witch is now on a journey to reclaim her stolen bust size from her arch-enemy.
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"content": "I practically kicked open the doors to the seediest nightclub known to my kind. All sorts of sordid folk gathered at the Sword and Manticore at this time of night: Vampires looking for gorgeous young victims, trolls and dwarves looking to get drunk, hags and warlocks exchanging potions, drow elves gathered suspiciously in the corner, thieves of all kinds peddling their stolen wares.\n\nBut they made a fantastic home brew.\n\nA few eyes drifted toward me, saw that I was not someone they recognized or wanted to kill, and went back to their illegal deeds. I sauntered over to a stool by a mostly empty bar--except for a busty woman who was quite obviously a Succubus, putting the moves on a dumb mortal in a cloak who would be dead by morning. I sat myself and waited for the barkeep to arrive.\n\n\"Woah...Nebula...Is that you?\" a bare chested, dirty blonde Satyr with a pointed goatee said, washing a glass the way all bartenders seem to the moment someone approaches the bar. \n\n\"I know what you're thinking,\" I grumbled. \"Got a haircut. I'll have a house brew.\"\n\nHe nodded, his eyes falling, for a split second, on my chest. He clopped over to a tap and poured a golden liquid into the glass. He slid it over to me, wiping down some of the suds that spilled over. I caught the glass and drank, deeply.\n\n\"I'm wondering if you can help me track someone,\" I said, adjusting my black dress. \"Or find someone for me who can track someone.\"\n\n\"Would this someone happen to be a despised witch whom you've had a longstanding feud?\"\n\n\"It would,\" I said, taking another gulp of the home brew. \"I'd like to do it quickly. She took something from me.\"\n\nHis silver eyes fell to my chest again. \"I can see that.\"\n\n\"Bitch is gonna pay,\" I said, seething.\n\n\"I didn't think you were so...uh, concerned with such vanity...\"\n\n\"Do you know from where a witch gets her power, Artur?\"\n\nHe rubbed the back of his curly hair and grinned. \"I've always been curious to find out...\"\n\n\"Witches and wizards are in tune with certain ancient forces. Warlocks gather their powers from their dark lords--your Lucifers, your Astroths, etc. And that power, that masculine energy, is channeled through their bodies. Specifically, their dicks.\"\n\n\"No way!\" Artur laughed. \"You're messing with me.\"\n\n\"Same with witches. We call on Artemis, or Hecate, or Lilith...\" I cast a sideways long look to the busty, raven haired Succubus a few seats down from me. \"And their feminine energy works through us--through our womanhood, through our breasts. And, yes, unfortunately that magic is tied to sizes and girths.\"\n\n\"So, you're telling me...\"\n\n\"I'm working with almost no magic right now,\" I grumbled. \"All because of that twit, Elspeth.\"\n\n\"Well, I can keep an ear out for you,\" Artur said. \"But my usual tracker got a little too careless following a pair of giants a few weeks back, and...Well, he was sent home in several pieces. It may take me a few days.\"\n\n\"And what am I supposed to do for the next few days?\" I asked, bitterly. \n\n\"I don't know,\" he said, eyes following a cute, blonde haired pixie girl walking past the bar in a tight blue dress. \"Mingle, I guess.\"\n\nI watched the Pixie talking a group of other pixies, giggling, like pixies did, eyes looking over to the handsome satyr. \n\n\"Fine,\" I said, finishing off the home brew and handing him a few gold coins. \"I'll go mingle.\"\n\nI walked over to the the table of Pixies, hoping I'd be able to conjure enough magic to pull something off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world which has a lot of advanced technology like real life holograms and such, where are they used the most? In the pirn industry ofcourse.
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"content": "Alex Khan had been having a very difficult day. It had started with his flight being delayed and then canceled, leaving him bouncing between possible flights and ending up with a stopover in Amsterdam, so that when he'd finally arrived in New York, it had been nearly 12 hours after he'd planned to get there. That had meant there'd been no time for sleep, and he'd had to get ready and deliver his presentation immediately. In spite of that, he thought that things had gone well. Now there was time to unwind for a bit, his next meeting was lunch tomorrow and after that he'd be flying home.\n\nHe had started by checking out some of the nicest shopping areas in Manhattan, enjoying the chance to stretch his legs and admiring the scenery - human and otherwise. He had a wide range of body modifications, including augmented reality capabilities built into his ocular implants. He amused himself by checking out the most attractive women he saw, and using an AI program to edit what he saw in real time so from his perspective they seemed to be naked or in ridiculous fetish wear. He found the idea of voyeurism exciting, and enjoyed the feeling that he was getting away with something, was seeing something he wasn't supposed to. He could sit at the window in a coffee shop, and watch the crowd pass by... he was getting aroused, and he didn't want to walk around in the crowds with a visible erection. So, what next? He blinked a couple times and started calling up dating aps on his right eye, he posted invitations for a compensated date, modified a post he'd made before to fit his circumstances. He wasn't sure that anyone would bite, or if he'd answer if they did, but it might be nice to spend the rest of the day with someone nice.\n\nHe checked the new releases and the news updates... there was a lot of attention being given to a Ukrainian porn star who'd had an extra pair of vat-grown cocks grafted to his body, testicles and all. The one man bukkake, they were saying... curiosity got the better of him, and Alex called up a trailer on his right eye... a POV shot, a young woman with intricate tattoos leered up at him while she stroked two of his three penises. Hot, in a way. Not that he was going to go out and get an extra cock grafted on, but it was certainly a novelty, which was increasingly rare in the oversaturated porn market. Alex set it so he'd get an update if anyone responded to his invitations, then shut down the feed to his right eye. He had to blink a couple of times before his vision went fully back to normal. He'd heard horror stories from friends about people who'd gotten computer viruses into their implants, one man he'd known had ended up with a constant advertising feed covering 75% of his field of vision and playing nonstop until the virus had been purged... apparently, it had been advertising Urdu language gay porn, which must have been interesting - since the guy had been straight and had not spoken Urdu. Well, good reason to be cautious, he supposed.\n\nHe finished his coffee, added a nice tip to his bill. Where to next... he started walking. He'd turned off the AI routine, but when he noticed a pair of policewomen he started it up again and saw what they'd look like naked or in ridiculous fetish versions of their uniforms. It was more a matter of whimsy than sexual interest, sort of an anti-authority move although neither of the policewomen would ever know what he'd done. He smiled at them, very politely, as he passed. \n\nAn update - he checked it out, saw a message from someone expressing interest... six foot four, female body builder, apparently wanted to know if he was interested in trying ball busting. He almost laughed, was virtually certain that was a joke account. Marked the message as something to ignore. Even if it was a real woman, that was a fetish he wasn't interested in. \n\nHe contemplated picking up a nice gift for his wife back home, perhaps jewelry... he sent her a quick text to let her know he was thinking of her. She sent a picture back, a naked selfie laying on a bed in some hotel room. Followed by a picture of a young woman that had been taken on the street, cute in a sort-of punkish way with short spiked hair... young, ripe and pretty. \n\nAnother text message: About to have some fun, hope your trip is going well. He smiled - he was in an open relationship with his wife, they'd been together for nearly five years and they loved each other, but love didn't mean monogamy. He texted back:\n\nLooks like it. Hope you enjoy, save details for me. \n\nTheir implants could save an augmented reality version of events. If she made a recording and he loaded it in and played it, he'd see and hear and feel what she was going through when she made it. Smell and taste weren't included yet, but probably someday would be.\n\nShe liked when he recorded himself fucking women; she was bisexual and enjoyed sex with women from male and female perspectives. He was mostly straight, and tended to only check out her recordings when she was with other women. But this one looked cute enough that he'd be sure to check it out, later.\n\nThey exchanged meaningless chatter, agreed that she'd like a nice bracelet that would go with the earrings his mother had given her for Christmas... then she sent another image, the punkette going down on her... and a text message: Getting distracted, talk to you later. He smiled again, sent back: Love you.\n\nNow, where would he find a nice bracelet, and what else would he get up to today?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [OT] Witers do you think that seeing that a prompt already has a comment other than automoderator's makes you less likely to respond to it?
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"content": "If it's just a comment, then no. If it's a response, then maybe/maybe not, depending on how much inspiration I'm feeling from it. If it's a good prompt, and I have a good idea for the story, then I'll go ahead regardless.\n\nIt doesn't make much sense to worry about a handful of upvotes, but the general lack of story comments means that they're literally the only feedback you get on most writing here. That's the main reason why it can sometimes be a little discouraging to write a second story for a prompt, at least for me. It's also why I read and respond to all stories that are written for any of my prompts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was to feel her belly swell with Orc Cum.
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"content": "It was in the town of Axebite, still ten days’ travel from the frontier, that the Paladin Jaina of Nazar decided she wanted to fuck an orc. She was from the south-eastern lands of the Old Empire, where the cult of the Mother Goddess retained a more literal interpretation of the Mother’s role as a fertility goddess, so the idea of fucking didn’t necessarily violate any of her vows. But, fucking an orc?\n\nJosef of Niederfeld, the wizard she was traveling with, was the first to raise the issue:\n\n“An orc? A hairy, green skinned, rape machine with tusks?” She’d nodded:\n\n“Exactly, the gift of pleasure between two consenting adults is a gift of the Mother Goddess. If I am to be a missionary to the frontier, what better way to start than by sharing one of the holy gifts?” Josef frowned:\n\n“A missionary. Of the Mother Goddess. To the orcs. Do you aspire to achieve martyrdom via gangrape? You realize that, although the orcs hate all the human gods, they have a special hatred for the Mother Goddess. When they capture her priestesses, they inevitably rape and torture them before sacrificing them to their land spirits.” Jaina shook her head:\n\n“Details. And, that’s exactly why I won’t start by riding into one of their villages and asking who wants to fuck me. I’m sure we can find an interested orc this side of the border.” Josef shook his head in turn and finished his mug of beer. Just as he was setting down the empty vessel, he saw a party of fur traders enter the inn; one of their number was an orcish trapper turned guard, perhaps six and a half feet tall and built like a bear with tusks. Josef shook his head again:\n\n“Well, if you do mean to go through with it, I think the Mother Goddess just metaphorically dropped an opportunity in your lap.” He gestured towards the table where the fur traders were getting seated and wished for another mug of beer. Jaina looked over his shoulder, and saw the orc:\n\n“Ah, excellent! I should see if he is open to my preaching!” Josef considered her; six foot four, broad shouldered and unusually strong even for a warrior woman. If any human was built to fuck an orc, it was the Paladin Jaina of Nazar.\n\n“Well, good luck to you. I imagine this will get interesting.” She made a non-comital noise and finished her own mug of beer, then rose and headed over to the fur traders.\n\n​\n\nOth Krul, warrior of the Bloody Hand tribe turned trapper and guide for human fur traders, was in as good a mood as he’d been in since leaving his tribe’s lands with these humans. They’d finished a long day of travel and were about to sit down to a good meal and some good drink. More than that, this was the half-way point to his journey, and the furs had been unloaded. Tomorrow he would leave with a different party of fur traders, and each step he took would bring him closer to home and his lover. He had bedded down with the half-orc Katrin before he'd left home, and fucking her had become the greatest pleasure in his life. Some of the other warriors might joke about her dainty features, but they pleased him. He’d even considered trying to find a human whore who’d sleep with him while he was here in the human lands; he’d never had a human woman but he wondered what it would be like. Probably not worth the bother to try to find out, most whores would be too afraid to take his silver, and even if they did… human women tended to be so small, he’d spend the whole time worrying that he might break her.\n\nHe heard someone approaching in armor and turned to look. He was concerned it would be some human tough looking to make trouble… it took him a moment to realize it was a human woman walking over towards him. She startled him with her size, he had not known human women could be that strong and sturdily built. A moment later, she startled him still further by setting her hand on his shoulder:\n\n“Orc, I am the Paladin Jaina of Nazar, on a mission from the Mother Goddess.” Oh Spirits, she was going to kill him to avenge some priestess raped and murdered by other orcs, she’d cut him open and he’d never see his half-orc woman, never fuck Katrin again… “Orc, would you like to fuck me?”\n\n... what? Was that a rhetorical question, some form of challenge? He had a long knife at his belt, and his axe was within reach, he’d be at a disadvantage against an armored enemy, especially in such cramped quarters, but he could still fight…\n\n“Did you hear me, orc? I asked if you would like to fuck me, to fill my belly with orc cum. The gift of pleasure between two consenting adults is a gift of the Mother Goddess, and it is my holy duty to spread her faith in the borderlands.” He considered the Amazon with her hand on his shoulder. So… she was serious?\n\n“Yes. Yes, I want to make the fuck with you.” Stumbling over the words in his confusion. “Where?” She smiled at him:\n\n“I have already taken a room in this inn. Come with me, please, and I will show you the gifts of the Goddess.” He followed her to her room, and his companions were so stunned that they could not say a word, not even make a joke about what had just happened.\n\nA moment after they reached her room, the noises started. Two strong, healthy, young people fucking like crazed animals. The noises went on for a very, very, long time.\n\nJosef of Niederfeld, drinking a second mug of beer alone, considered the noises and decided that yes, their fucking really had become so energetic that it was knocking dust down from the rafters. He sipped thoughtfully from his mug:\n\n“You know, I was traveling with her for weeks. If she was marked by the Mother Goddess, then maybe some holiness rubbed off on me.” Drank again, thoughtfully: “I do feel that I’ve been called to share her gift of pleasure with someone, a high-born elf by preference.” He waited for a moment, as if he expected some vision of loveliness to come in through the inn’s door. No such luck. He finished his mug, and raised his hand to get the bar maid’s attention: “I suppose I’d settle for a cheerful bar maid, bar maids are usually good fun.” When she came over to refill his mug, he showed her his purse and made her take a silver coin. She smiled and winked at him, as the inn kept shaking from the fucking of the titans. She’d be back, and when her shift ended he’d negotiate her price. Wouldn’t do to disrespect the Mother Goddess’ gift of pleasure when some truly epic fucking was going on in this very inn, apparently at the direction of the Goddess herself.\n\nIn the end, the inn was still standing. They’d broken the bed in her room and put significant dents in the walls, but the inn was still standing. The Paladin Jaina had trouble walking the next morning, and announced that she intended to spend the day in bed recovering from a miracle. The orc Oth Krul, gone all glossy-eyed, had publicly announced that he would not be returning to his tribe’s lands but would instead be traveling south with the Paladin Jaina of Nazar, where he hoped to take holy orders as the first known orcish devotee of the Mother Goddess. In her temple in Nazar, naturally, where the pure traditions of the Old Empire persisted.\n\nThe wizard Josef of Niederfeld left several extra silver pieces for a very satisfied bar maid and continued his journey alone. Perhaps he had truly witnessed a miracle. He still didn’t plan to talk about it up on the frontier; he had the sense that they wouldn’t be amused by the story of the miraculous fucking up north on the border."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The healer in your party has no magic, she knows nothing about medicine, she's just a futanari girl with enchanted cum that's better than even the highest quality healing potions.
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"content": "Serasiel licked her lips, humming contentedly, as she rose from Hailey’s cock. “Mm! It’s especially tasty too!” The ginger-haired elf said, giving her blonde, futanari companion a wink. “Alright Lucien! Your turn!”\n\nThe dark-haired wizard blushed a bit, thankful for the bangs covering half his face. His party members still noticed though, and the two girls exchanged a small giggle. The gothic mage was quite good looking for a man, so much so that many would call him outright pretty. He looked away, clutching at the bruises on his side. “Al-already?” he asked.\n\nHailey blushed a bit, as she dipped her fingers into her pussy and stroked her modest, plump, pink cock. “Futas don’t have quite the same downtime as guys,” she offered, her thick member already hard again. Tall, curvy, blonde, and busty, the rogue exuded the extreme beauty and femininity that futanari were known for, even her cock seeming girly and alluring. Her sex appeal wasn’t lost on Lucien, even if he tried to deny it.\n\nHe tried to ignore his own growing erection. “We really should get some actual potions… or a real healer...” he said, blushing even harder, as his eyes played over Hailey’s large breasts and down to the increasingly tasty looking cock nestled between her thick, athletic thighs.\n\n“Why?” The blonde shrugged, “My cum is enchanted to heal anyone better than anything we could find.”\n\n“It’s just...” Lucien sighed, “I’ve never done this before...”\n\n“Aww...” Hailey said, “It’s okay! I promise you’ll like it!”\n\nSerasiel came to his side. “Come on… I know you took some knocks in that fight. Let’s get you healed up.” The willowy, red-haired elven ranger placed her arm around his waist and guided him over to the waiting buxom blonde. He hesitated, when they reached her, but she pressed down on his shoulder, holding him by his side, guiding him to kneel between Hailey’s legs.\n\nHailey’s smooth, pink cock was fully erect, right in front of the raven-haired wizard's face. A blush passed over his pale skin, as his eyes fixed on it. He tried to ignore the quickening of his heartbeat and the throbbing in his pants. “S-so… I just… suck it?” he asked.\n\n“Of course!” Hailey nodded, a smile on her plush, pink lips.\n\n“Oh, go on then!” Serasiel, said, and she placed her hand on the back of his head, pressing him forward.\n\nLucien parted his lips, allowing himself to be guided into taking the blonde’s cock into his mouth. He made a slight noise of protest, as he felt the thick meat fill his mouth, but he settled back down, as her cock slid along his tongue, and he tasted her flavor. She had a sweet, feminine scent about her, and part of him couldn't deny that she felt… nice, inside of his mouth. He closed his lips around her shaft and slowly started to suck, his tongue running along the underside of her, automatically, seeking more of the sensation of her smooth skin and lovely taste. The hand on the back of his head started to guide him in bobbing his head up and down along her length, slowly at first, then faster and faster.\n\nSerasiel and Hailey exchanged a look, smiling to each other, as the elf took her hand off of his head, and he still kept going. His eyes were closed now, and he was even starting to moan a little bit, as he sucked Hailey’s cock. A blush passed over Sera’s freckled skin, arousal welling up inside her at the sight, and she reached one hand under her skirt to gently finger herself.\n\nIt was all that Hailey could do, to try to keep herself still, at first, to let him get comfortable, but his mouth felt amazing. He really was a natural at this, and she was soon squirming in place, even starting to buck her hips a little bit, as he sucked and licked her delicious and deliciously sensitive cock, his head bobbing in her lap. He seemed comfortable enough that she was willing to let herself move more, and she was soon moaning cutely, herself, as she felt herself getting ready to cum.\n\n“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum!” Hailey said, writhing in place. She grabbed onto Lucien’s head with both hands, her fingers twining into his silky, black hair as she held him gently, but firmly enough that he couldn’t pull off of her.\n\nLucien could feel her cock begin to twitch, and his eyes went wide, just before she erupted, pumping her cum into his mouth. He let out a small noise of shock but soon started to swallow reflexively, the delightful creamy, slightly sweet flavor of her seed a pleasant surprise. His eyes closed again, as he continued to suck on her, contentedly gulping down her massive load of cum, as she pumped it into his mouth. He continued to swallow audibly for what felt like nearly a minute, as she came like a fountain. He could feel his bruises healing, an almost euphoric sensation passing over his body, as the healing enchantment did it’s work.\n\nShe let go of him, when her climax ebbed, and he pulled back, her cock popping free of his lips, smearing a bit of cum there. He licked it up and swallowed it without thinking. One of his hands instinctively moved to rest on his filled belly, as he panted, and finally, he let out a small burp.\n\nBoth of the girls giggled, eliciting the wizard to blush all over again. His skin burning, he started to get up to leave, but Hailey placed her hand on his shoulder.\n\n“I’ll do you too, if you want...” she said, casting a glance toward the tent at his crotch, his burstingly-hard cock evident even through his robes.\n\n“Looking away,” Lucien sighed, but he sat back down his face still red, but his need too insistent. It seemed like everyone would be getting a belly full of cum that night..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wanted to go out, get drunk, and take home the first person who flirted with you. As luck would have it, they’re very sweet - too sweet to have sex with you while you’re inebriated.
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"content": "Sara woke up with a pounding headache, and completely disoriented. It was several seconds before she realized she's staring up at her own bedroom ceiling from her own bed. \n\nThen she remembered her plan. \n\nShe was finally going to lose her v-card, she promised herself last night. She went to a club, got plastered, and... she didn't remember much after the fifth drink...\n\nShe suddenly bolted up and threw off her covers. The wave of dizziness almost sent her crashing back onto her pillow, but she managed to force herself to stay upright through sheer determination. When the world has regained some stability, she found herself in her undies, but NOT NAKED. And she didn't feel sore... anywhere except inside her head. \n\nShe was relieved that she didn't have drunk sex, but sad that she didn't have sex at all. \n\nShe looked for her phone, and the movement caused her to sway a bit, but she finally located it on her nightstand. Next to a bottle of water, a couple of pain pills, and a handwritten note. \n\nShe managed to pick up the note after three tries. The note read: \n\n\"Hi, you probably don't remember me at this moment, but I brought you home and held your hair while you worshiped the porcelain goddess. Then I put you to bed. Take the headache pills, and drink the full bottle of water. When you feel better, call me. (XXX-XXX-XXXX) signed Jeremy.\"\n\nSara blinked a few times. The note didn't change. A guy actually gave her his phone number. I may not be romantic, but at least... it's a step in the right direction... right? \n\n\\-----\n\n\\_About four hours later, Sara's Room...\\_\n\nSara can't believe Jeremy is here. He's even more gorgeous than she imagined. Athletic yet not too heavily muscled, taller than her by a few inches. Sandy blonde hair with son sun-bleached high-lights and tanned skin. In simple jeans and a t-shirt, he oozed subdued masculinity. And up close, he's also a little older than she thought, the late twenties instead of early twenties. \n\nHer roommate knew of her quest and joked about 'vacating the love-nest' for her, which made her blush. So she expected several hours to enact her plan: seduce Jeremy. \n\nInevitably, their chit-chat went to last night. \n\n\"How much do you remember from last night?\"\n\n\"I... I don't remember anything after the fourth or fifth drink.\"\n\nJeremy's attitude turned very serious, \"Sara, please don't ever do that again. You were in serious danger. I don't want to embarrass you further, but you were standing on a table and putting on some dance moves and removing your clothing. The crowd was so thick around you, security could not get to you. If you had fallen, you could have been seriously hurt. And who knows what would have happened after that, if someone managed to get you outside and alone?\"\n\nSara blushed crimson, \"I... uh...\"\n\nJeremy held her hands, \"I promise not to tell anyone.\"\n\nSara blurted it out, \"I want to lose my v-card! Okay!?\"\n\nJeremy's hands froze. \n\n\"In fact, I want you to have it!\"\n\nJeremy's jaw almost hit the floor. \n\n\"Wait! Hear me out! Please! I know you won't take advantage of me, I know you're gentle and a nice guy, and I already know you. And you're already here! \"\n\nJeremy looks poleaxed. It was several seconds later before he was able to mutter, \"what happened to no sex until the third date?\"\n\nSara couldn't help herself and started laughing so hard until tears are coming out of her eyes. And after a while, Jeremy joined in. \n\nIt took a while for them to stop, and soon Sara moved to sit on Jeremy's lap. The smiles turned to kisses. And they agreed to skip the dates. \n\nShe removed her top, leaving the lacey bra she put on for the occasion. \n\nHe touched her breasts reverently, first with gentle caress, then with more force, testing her responses. She likes her nipples being played, but not too hard. And when he gently scraped his fingernails along the bottom of her breasts, she shivered. \n\n\"It's okay to ask for what you want, Sara,\" Jeremy told her between kisses. \n\n\"It... it's all new to me...\"\n\nHe kissed her nipples through the bra, then used his tongue. She arched her back, wanting him to do more. And he slid the lace aside and had his tongue directly on her nipple. And she moaned. \n\nHe reached around her and unhooked her bra, and tossed it aside. He gently squeezed her breasts together and alternated kissing and suckling on both nipples, making her yip and groan... \n\nShe had closed her eyes and relished in the expert manipulations of her senses. She had played with herself before, but never like this... it is as if a nerve linked her nipples to her core, and from there, to the rest of her body. \n\nThen he moved below, to her navel, and... \n\n\"Sara, do you have any condoms?\"\n\nShe opened her eyes and had to blink several times. \"Uh... nightstand drawer.\"\n\n\"Give me a moment to undress, you do the same, then put it on me.\"\n\nBoth got off the bed and tossed their clothing aside. Sara's mouth watered when she saw Jeremy's physique sans clothing. He actually has a six-pack! And his member is already at half-staff. \n\nJeremy also liked what he saw. Sara's figure is just right, as the model-thin girls don't interest him. He got a peek last night at Sara's figure, and he did like what he saw. \n\nJeremy jumped on the bed and laid face up, and gestured for Sara to straddle him, and showed her how to put a condom on him. He had to order her to increase pressure as she was going way too gently. But soon she got the hang of it, and he's definitely at full-staff now. \n\n\"Wow, okay, slow down. This is how it's going to work. Poise yourself above me, and lower yourself, slowly. You decide how far to go. Okay?\"\n\nShe nodded. \n\nHe palmed her breast and teased her clit, even as she inserted his member into her, then sank down, inch by inch. Then she stopped. \n\n\"You okay?\" He asked. \n\n\"Give me a moment,\" she panted. \n\nHe looked at her with a combination of lust, wonder, amazement, and concern. She is sweating, hair matted slightly, her nipples still wet from his wet kisses. \n\nThen her jaw hardened and she sat down full force and forced him into her all the way. She hissed in pain, but he quickly pinched her nipples to distract her. Then he pulled her torso down to him so he can kiss her on the mouth. \n\nShe whispered, \"Is that it?\"\n\nHe whispered back, \"No it's just the beginning.\"\n\nAnd he proceeds to make love to her for the rest of the afternoon, gave her her first five orgasms, and used up her condom stash. \n\nSo her plan worked. Who'd knew?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A strange experiment in interspecies breeding.
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"content": "A *super* quickie:\n\nHeather moaned, writhing underneath Alice’s fucking. Heather was a slim brunette with big hips. Alice, on the other hand, was a tall, busty red head bombshell, with tentacles. Sprouting from the base of her spine, an uncountable mass of pink tentacles reached out and molested her girlfriend. Alice had to use magic to assume her human form, and she rarely used her true form’s abilities for more than a cock, but Heather had wanted to try an experiment. Budding occultist that she was, she wanted to get pregnant.\n\nMaking girls cum was easy for Alice, and Heather was no great puzzle in that regard. Alice held back only long enough that she could feel her friend on the edge and then she pushed her over it. Heather started to climax, and Alice let loose, the tentacles in each of her holes erupting with fountains of jizz, as Alice came, pumping Heather’s body full of cum. Cum flowed into her every hole under pressure, filling her ass, her mouth, and her pussy. Heather’s belly actually started to swell with the volume of it, making her look pregnant almost instantly. This was just the warm up though.\n\nAlice withdrew her tentacles from her friend’s body, cum flowing out of her ass and pussy in rivers. She retracted her tentacles, hiding them from sight, save for an odd crease at the base of her spine, and she sat back on her heels, watching, a satisfied smile on her face, as new life took root.\n\nHeather’s belly started to expand, doming outward and getting bigger, rising, as her pregnancy rapidly took root. Heather warmed with the joy of breeding, and she mewled and writhed, rubbing her swelling belly, as she got bigger and bigger, finding the feeling of growth to be unspeakably erotic.\n\nHer breasts grew as well, swelling from mere handfuls to the size of small melons, then growing larger still, as they bloated tight with creamy, nourishing milk, ready to feed the young inside of her.\n\nSoon, Alice looked nine months pregnant, and she sat back on the bed, rubbing her belly contentedly, stroking and petting the tentacled young that she could feel, and see, growing and wriggling inside of her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty female adventurer travels to an exotic location in search of an ancient treasure. However, she gradually loses clothing to traps and wildlife as she gets closer to the artifact.
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"content": "Chloe Frazer was searching in the Western Indian jungle for the Staff of Ayar, a ancient Staff that acted as a warning beacon for the enemies of the Hosyala empire. She had climbed her way up a temple tower that like with her and Nadine’s search for the Tusk of Ganash, was key to finding the lost cities of Hablodeu and Balur. “Great, I’m on my own now. If only I had told Sam and Nadine to come with me. Oh well at least I won’t get naked, kidnapped, bound and gagged by a bloody wanker asshole this time.” , she told herself as she climbed down and fondled her breasts, this time around wearing a see through red t-shirt with a white crop tanktop beneath it , khaki shorts to show off her ass and to top it all off, small high heeled boots similar to the ones she wore in her previous adventure but with higher heels. “Thank god Sam didn’t see this outfit. Wanna keep it a surprise.”, continued Chloe as she then pressed a button that opened a passage in between two different trees. But then her a monkey came down and pulled down her shorts, exposing her black lace panties. “What the bloody hell? Get the hell off me you little perverted wanker!”, she screamed as the little guy ran off. “That’s not funny. Bad monkey!”, she said trying to pull her shorts back up but her shirt got caught in a tree branch above her, ripping it apart. “Well that’s great....first a perverted monkey wants to pull down my shorts then this. No shirt. What a adventure!”, She raged on as she walked away only to find the Staff of Ayar in plain sight after walking inside the passage. Chloe then ran up to the Staff. “And to think Dad was so close....”, she cried to herself about to release it from its ancient case. Suddenly a trap was sprung. But instead of shooting arrows or darts or whatever, the ancient claws grabbed Chloe’s shorts, bra and boots and ripped them all off her. “Ok, this isn’t bloody funny whoever the hell you are! Give me my damn clothes back! “ she demanded in anger. But her demands were further ignored when from the walls case ancient wraps that began to mummify Chloe from the feet on up. “No no no no no not again.....!!!!!!MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”, Chloe screamed as she was mummified totally from head to toe, once again a victim of bondage. But the ancient contraption wasn’t finished yet. It ripped off the tape around her breasts, her pussy, and ass, exposing them for good in ultimate and sexy humiliation. “MMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”, Chloe cried through her mummified tape gag as the trap then pushed her into a see through coffin on the left side of the statue. She could only scream and cry incoherently in horror as she awaited her fate once again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Having a split personality could be very strange. Especially when one wants to domme the other.
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"content": "As far back as I can remember I've been struggling with Dissociative Identity Disorder. I'm working on it, I really am. But I'm 23 now and things have started to get...uhm; complicated. \n\nSee there's Felicity, she and I probably have the most in common, she's sweet. I mean Mary Anne from Gilligan's Island sort of sweet and wholesome to the core. We spend a lot of time together, girl talk you know. I mean not about boys, she never really seemed that interested in boys, more like she tells me I have on too much make up and I tell her to loosen up a little. We have the best times together despite the fact that she's saving herself for marriage so we can't talk about a lot of sex stuff. \n\nThen there's Savanah, now all through high school I thought Savanagh was a bit of a bitch, but no worse than your standard mean girl. Turns out as soon as I turned 18 Savanagh started taking us to some pretty dark places, ewww it makes me cringe just to think about some of the couches we sat on. Stains to boot. \n\nHere's where things have been getting complicated, well more complicated than normal. Savanah hadn't come around for a while and at first I didn't notice, but now I think I know why. Apparently she doesn't like me hanging around felicity and instead of talking to me about it, she's making overtures and innuendos at Felicity and I'm not sure what to do about it. The more and more Felicity shows her revulsion, the more Savanah presses forward. Total mean girl. And now I've lost total control of the situation. \n\n\"Hello Ma Petite\" Savanah says in her slight southern drawl, but making sure to annunciate every syllable. \n\n\"I'm not interested in you Savanah, I know that lesbians are the \"in thing\" (she made sure to put finger quotes around that part). I'm not trying to judge. I just don't think that we should hang out,\" Felicity says trying to keep her distance. \n\n\"I know Ma Petite...that's what makes it more interesting don't you think?\" \n\n\"No I do not and I do not know why you brought me here, we've never hung out before. I don't like girls like you.\" \n\n\"I want to have some fun and you keep getting in the way, I figure if I make you perverted like me then we can all get along the better for it.\" \n\n\"Well it sucks to be you, because I'll never be depraved like you.\" \n\nAnyone outside my bedroom would here two women arguing. Inside my room they would see only me...swaying a little to the right for Savanah and a little to the left for Felicity to answer. The hair on my right side has been oiled and slicked back into a ponytail while on my left there are delicate curls. I really am a strange bird. I hear clothing tear and it snaps me out of it. \n\n\"Savanah I've had enough of your games, things are getting serious.\" \n\n\"Ah my petite, so glad that I have your attention. Now let the games begin.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I promised that I'd get you a pet submissive to play with for the weekend, but those plans fell through. I'm not *usually* a switch, but I guess you're getting me for the weekend instead..."
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"content": "Adam White enjoyed his drive home from work on Friday evenings. He intentionally took a slower route, to prolong the anticipation. He had become wealthier than he’d ever expected through an odd confluence of circumstances, mostly sheer stupid luck. He was young enough that he could really enjoy that wealth, and more than that – he had been fortunate in his partner, too. Alice was a gem, both completely devoted to him and a fitting partner with whom to explore his kinks and his desires. She was a novelist and part-time journalist who worked from home, so she’d be waiting for him when he got home. More than that, for the past year they’d played a game where she’d have another woman waiting for him when he came home on Friday. A few weeks had been repeats, but it was usually a stranger. He thought it was hottest when Alice seduced a woman and convinced her to join them, but sometimes the women had been professionals. It was always great fun, he’d get to be a stern, dominant, male ordering the slut around and roughly fucking her brains out… they usually did some light bondage, but he didn’t really enjoy inflicting pain, so true sadomasochism wasn’t on the menu. Alice loved to watch him with the women she’d picked out. Sometimes she’d join in, and she always made sure that the sluts they shared went down on her a lot by the end of the weekend… but mostly she watched him work. It felt empowering to have his wife watching him so enthusiastically.\n\nHe missed a turn, mostly intentionally, and thought about the woman they’d shared last weekend. An older blonde, recently divorced and interested in exploring both bisexuality and submission. She’d had plenty of both by the end of their time with her. He remembered how his wife had had her kneeling, naked and collared, when he’d come into the house. She’d handed him the leash without a word and, well, he got hard thinking about it. So fucking hot, the way that Alice had smiled at him while she did that. He wondered what was waiting for him at home today. He’d be there soon…\n\nHe was hard in his slacks when he opened the door, was grinning and wanting to call out to her… she was waiting for him like she had last Friday. This time, she was alone. His wife wore her glasses and a collar around her neck… and nothing else. It was the same collar the blonde had worn last Friday… and Alice wore the same smile she’d worn then as she offered him the leash.\n\n\"I promised that I'd get you a pet submissive to play with for the weekend, but those plans fell through. I'm not usually a switch, but I guess you're getting me for the weekend instead...\" his arousal was almost painful, the tightness in his throat made it hard to talk. He took a moment to compose himself… and then he accepted the leash.\n\n“You realize, of course, that I intend to ravish you?” Her smile grew broader:\n\n“That was the general idea, yes.” No more time for talking after that, he virtually threw himself on her at that moment. He was still fully clothed as he took her in his arms. He was rough with her in his frenzy, rough with his kisses. He imagined he’d give her hickies like they were still in high school, the way that he was kissing her. He seized handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her throat. He felt her hands on his cock through his trousers, realized she was undoing his belt. He twisted her head to one side, and kissed up along the line of her jaw towards her ear… he kissed her on the ear, and started sucking on her earlobe, she was wearing conservative little earrings and he liked the way her pierced earlobe felt in his mouth as he sucked on it and toyed with the little pearl earing with his tongue. She stifled a giggle at that point, and succeeded in pulling his cock out. If he had been younger, he would have picked her up and carried her to the couch. As it was, he more or less dragged her there, still keeping his grasp on her hair. He pushed her down onto the couch, then kicked off his shoes… he realized he would look ridiculous trying to strip out of business attire at speed, but he was both sufficiently aroused and sufficiently comfortable with his partner that he didn’t care.\n\nIn a surprisingly brief time, he was nearly as naked as she was, and was getting back to work. He moved his kisses down to her nipples, he kissed and licked then sucked them, and as he did he thought about what it would be like if she had them pierced. He’d like that, he decided. Wondered how to bring the topic up with her, if he should bring the topic up with her. Her body meant her decision, of course. Which was an odd thought to be having in the midst of some quite forceful lovemaking, but true even then. Always true, with any woman he was with.\n\nHe’d navigated down from her nipples to her navel, he kissed her there and stuck his tongue into her, making her giggle and convulse as if tickled. He was pleased that he knew how to make her react like that.\n\nThere was an interesting contrast… last Friday, when the three of them had made it to the couch, he’d had the blonde blowing him while he made out with his wife. He hadn’t gone down on either woman during the first exploratory frenzy. Now, he wanted to go down on Alice, to keep pleasing his wife. Would it undermine him as a dom, if he went down on her? He decided that, frankly, if he was supposed to be a dom, he was going to do what he felt like. So he did keep going further south, from the navel down to between her legs. Alice usually kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed, but today she’d shaved it off completely. He didn’t object, just went straight to business. She was already soaking wet when he started, he slid two fingers from his right hand into her, felt her tense around them as he took her clit between his lips and started to suck. On a whim, he reached up to her mouth and made her take those fingers and taste them for a moment…\n\nHe had some experience performing cunnilingus, and so it startled him how quickly she seemed to orgasm. She tensed up and her whole body shook, the moment it began to subside his fingers went back inside her. Her orgasm seemed to last a long time, perhaps it was two orgasms overlapping… he wondered what that would feel like. Damn good, for sure. He pulled away from her, and again took a moment to compose himself. He licked his lips and took a deep breath, then went for the pocket of his discarded trousers and pulled out a jewelry box. He leaned in towards her face, and both he and Alice were smiling as their eyes met.\n\n“Happy anniversary, Alice.” Offered her the box. She accepted it, still smiling:\n\n“Happy anniversary, Adam.” She closed her eyes, seemed to savor the moment. God, he was a lucky man. More than any amount of money, he was grateful for his wife."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It seems she misunderstood. The bus/train wasn't the free ride... she was.
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"content": "It was the quiet hours of the night as the train rocked gently on its tracks. The golden halos of light extending from the front car cut through the darkness that seemed to enshroud the metal snake on its journey. Inside, the greenish-yellow light cast every surface in a sickly guise, mutating the reflections of the steel and plastic.\n\n\nAt this time of night, there were very few souls on the train. A young woman sat across from 5 men in the only occupied car, and there was a sense of unease displayed on their faces. It was hard to tell if the feeling was caused by the setting or the anticipation of what was to come.\n\n\nAs the feeling hung in the air, thickening and circling overhead like oily gas, one man suddenly leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. He had a thin, dark mustache, a well-kept pompadour, and a toothpick protruding from one side of his mouth.\n\n\"Well, we are all glad you made it on the last train miss\" He smiled slyly, and turned to the others on his bench \"ain't we men?\" There was a general rumble of approval, and he could see the eagerness in the whites of a few of their eyes. He turned back to observe the girl.\n\n\nShe was wearing a bright-red romper over a white-and-gray striped t-shirt. It was obvious she was uncomfortable as her bright, soft, ruby-coloured lips pressed tightly together, and her creased forehead forced her red eyebrows downward. The curly hair that splashed down to her chest appeared burgundy in the distorted light, but truthfully it was a bright copper in the sun. It bounced slightly with every jostle of the train car.\n\n\nHer arms were folded across her chest. This had the unfortunate effect of enunciating her chest, which popped out of the tops of her arms and moved in unison with her hair. The outline of her bra could be seen through the top of the t-shirt. It seemed like it was a size too big, and the lacey purple strap hanging loose from her shoulder appeared to prove it.\n\n\nWhen she spoke, she did so quietly. \"Yes, I really appreciate you all helping me out. If you hadn't lent me that extra ticket I would have had to get a hotel for the night.\" \n\n\nA second man, overweight, sweating, and routinely wiping off his gold-rimmed glasses, spoke next. \"Yes, well we couldn't bear to see you in such a dire situation. We're all such nice guys, we were willing to do anything to help you out.\"\n\n\nAt this, she smiled weakly in return. Her legs, crossed right-over-left, tightened together, almost instinctually. A third man, wearing a white jumpsuit with blue lines running down the arms, smiled creepily. One of his canines gleamed with a fake diamond as his lips pulled back, and his voice matched the pitch of a hyena's call.\n\n\n\"Yes, we were mighty nice, weren't we boys? In fact, I think that if I had met such helpful and kind people as us, I'd wanna reward 'em.\" At this, several of the 5 men assembled nodded their heads in consent, and the first man muttered agreement.\n\n\nThey turned, almost in sync, to regard the young girl sitting across from them. Her eyes had widened, and she looked as though she were resisting the urge to tremble. Her voice cracked as she replied, in a tone even quieter than before.\n\n\n\"Yes, thank you again. I really appreciate all of your help, and maybe when we get to my station I can get my dad to give you some money. He'll be picking me up, and unfortunately, I don't have anything with me...\" She trailed off as the men appeared to look upset, even hurt.\n\n\nThe fourth man, skin like dark chocolate, and a voice deep and rich, appeared the most put out by her statement. \"Hey, do you think we want money for our kindness? You can't repay good deeds with money, it's not how the world works!\" At this, he stood up and moved across the aisle towards her. \n\n\nHe stood above her, holding the vertical bar for balance, and made eye contact from 3 feet away. \"No, I think the only kind of payment that could possibly be expected in this situation is true affection. Why don't you let me at them titties girl, you know, make me feel good?\" His eyes widened, and he reached his free hand down at her romper, pulling on the front.\n\n\nShe started and then tried to scream, but he was quicker. He let go of the pole and covered her mouth. She began to squirm as he pulled her up by her clothes, which his hands deftly unbuttoned as they travelled towards her midriff.\n\n\nShe started trying to thrash around, but in a moment the fat man and the greaser had grabbed her arms and held them in a vice-like grip. The leader of the charge started to paw at her t-shirt, pulling it up towards her head. Her oversized bra betrayed her again, as it slipped right over her breasts with the shirt. Her small, bright-pink nipples lay exposed against her pale torso as the man cupped them from underneath. He bent over and began sucking, licking, and biting them. \n\n\nThe other two finished pulling off her shirt and bra as she struggled against them. They removed the straps of her romper from her shoulders, and the fourth man, his jumpsuit unzipped at the top, moved behind her and sat down, wrapping his arms around hers at the shoulder and pulling her into his lap.\n\n\nThe leader quickly grabbed the romper at her hips and yanked it off in one fell swoop. One of her sneakers fell off as he pulled, and her simple white socks appeared to match her underwear. \n\n\nHe buried his face in her crotch and breathed deeply. She felt his warm breath on her as he exhaled through her panties, and turned her baby-blue eyes to the sky, praying for a miracle. \n\n\nAs the men pawed at her, one pinching and cupping her breast while the other licked her neck, she looked around frantically for help. She saw that the fifth man, a young boy with a kind face, was still sitting across the way. They made eye contact, and she gave him a pleading look. \n\n\nHe stood up, and said in a commanding voice \"Boys, how did this happen? I thought we were doing something nice here, but it seems like we may have been presumptuous.\" This caught their attention, and he motioned to the splay-legged girl, \" See, she may not be entirely interested. Let me get her opinion.\" \n\n\nThe black man hesitated, but moved his head away from her crotch, and stood up. \"Fine, do your thing dude.\"\n\n\nThe kind-faced boy moved into his place, and he motioned for the hand covering her mouth to be removed. With a subdued smile, he spoke to her softly, asking \"Is this okay? Are you alright with our repayment method?\"\n\n\nHer eyes lighted with fury, and she screamed out \"NO! No, this is not okay. Let me go, I don't want this. Please, please let me out of here, I just want to get home to see my dad. Please stop whatever you're doing here, it hurts and I'm scared.\"\n\n\nThe young man looked down at her, and instead of seeing the warm, placid face she had expected, his gaze had twisted in the yellow-light of the train. It was set in a perverse smile, his eyes full of lust and malice. \n\n\n\"Oh boy, that is just great news. I was worried you were some sort of whore who would actually enjoy being molested by 5 random strangers, but as long as you don't want it we are going to have a great time!\"\n\n\nThe men raised a cheer as he undid his belt buckle, and pulled his cock from inside. It was already erect as he stood on the chairs flanking her, and with one hand holding him against the poles, he took his other and grabbed a fistful of her red curls. He pushed her head towards his cock and shoved it in her mouth. \n\n\nAs he pushed and pulled, working his shaft along her tongue, he let out a long, deranged howl and the other men joined him. They all began undressing, their rock hard genitals standing out from their person, dripping with precum.\n\n\nThe two on the sides redoubled their pawing attacks, rubbing the heads of their cocks against her frigid nipples. She barely felt her panties get ripped away, and shortly after the black man's tongue was running the length of her pussy. \n\n\nFrom below, she felt the man holding her arms unsheath his member and start thrusting it between her butt cheeks. Sweat mixed with seminal fluid as his thrusting became faster and faster."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You travel around the country and visit BDSM cluds posing as a sub. At first no one assume much of your petite frame, but soon they all learn. You're the Incel Killer, and you're here to educate the MaleDoms failing their job.
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"content": "I grunt, grasping at the latex-clad scalp of the poor, bound boy that I'm hammering 9 inches of veiny silicone into.\n\nHe's in downward dog, enthusiastically raising his little behind for me. His chastity cage hangs heavily between his thighs. His arms are cuffed tight behind his back. The black latex gimp hood wrapped over his face blinds his eyes, and his exposed lips are stretched wide around a fat, rubbery ballgag. I raise my arm and strike my open palm down against his asscheek as I continue to palm his shiny cranium like a basketball.\n\nWith their backs on the opposite wall, three men with nervous expressions standing with hands braced behind their backs and cocks standing at attention. No, nervous isn't the right word. Terrified is more like it. They're whimpering like little girls as sweat drips off them, the droplets like animals sensing a storm and fleeing hastily.\n\nThe boy underneath me, moaning like a whore into his gag, used to be The Baltimore Bondage and Sadomasochism League's most enthusiastic male dominant. Of course, the old saying is true. *Don't meet your heroes.* The rather intimate investigation into him that I've been engaging in since my arrival last weekend has yielded... Well, let's call the results disappointing.\n\nSome offenses were minute and admittedly minor. Things that could be excused, if not fixed. Poor vocabulary leading to abysmal dirty talk, laughable stamina during coitus, complete lack of bondage creativity, and bad breath. As I said, forgivable if not reparable. Other flaws which presented themselves weren't nearly as easy to overlook. His utter disregard for your submissive's limits, for example.\n\nI shudder to think of what this piece of trash had been getting up to prior to my arrival. After all, not ever girl is as adept as I am at applying the prongs of a taser to a pair of testicles. I let a low groan escape my lips as I remember the way he writhed on the ground and squealed like a pig as I held my implement of electrocution to his nether-region. Fucking scumbag. I give his rear another harsh smack at the thought.\n\nBut it's nice to think that the ladies of the BBSL will no longer have anything to fear from this pig. I've spoken to the club's president, a wonderful young man of a same mind as myself. This whining bitch's membership within the organization while now be contingent on his new classification as a hard sub. I also took the liberty of flushing his chastity key down the toilet. Although officially, it was placed in the club's armory and then 'lost.'\n\nThese other three? All common names among the generic, word-of-moth lists of doms that subs should steer clear of. I find it quite instructive to have them watch as I make an example of their fellow dirtbag. I reach around the boy's face, plucking his ballgag free as I let out a low grunt and continue to pump my hips against his ass.\n\n\"What are you, boy?\" I sigh, smirking to myself. He exclaims his reply quickly on the tailend of a girly moan.\n\n\"A plaything, Mistress!\"\n\n\"Are you straight, boy? Only into women?\" I chuckle to myself as he nods his head under my grip. \"Open your mouth, I want to see you worship cock.\"\n\nHe doesn't even hesitate. Lips part wide, tongue lolls forth. The looks on the faces of my three other subjects are priceless. Every dom thinks they couldn't possibly be transformed into a totally, pitifully devoted little excuse for a person. I take pride in proving those doms wrong.\n\nNearly as soon as his lips part, he lets out a low groan like a rutting beast. I glance below, watch as his cage twitches a few times and leaks out a watery load. I snicker, rolling my eyes as the boy begins to babble desperate apologies. I cut him off by lifting his gag back past his lips and give him a shove off of the bed. He quickly scurries around to kneels before my as I and my massive strap-on come to sit at the foot of the bed.\n\n\"You see?\" I purr, addressing my three other playthings. \"Pathetic, isn't he? He broke down and confessed and begged me for mercy. I allowed him to hump my boot like a dog, didn't I?\"\n\nThe kneeling, hooded boy nods quickly before I lift my stern gaze back to the other three.\n\n\"First one to follow his example and admit their wrongdoing gets to cum like a boy after he finishes licking my cock clean. Who wants to cum like a boy?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Naked and peeing in the kitchen
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"content": "There had to be worse ways for a date to end, but that thought was little comfort to Alice as she rode the subway home, head hung low with shame. It had been a stupid mistake, ruining something that had started out so well. She had just been so intent on impressing her date, and she’d had too much wine, and, and… she shook her head and stared at the filthy floor of the subway car. It had been a stupid mistake.\n\nEarlier –\n\nThis was either their first or second date, depending on whether the first one counted, but Mary had invited her to come over for dinner at her apartment, so it was special whichever one it was. Alice had been surprised to realize how hard she’d fallen for Mary in the short period that they’d been dating. The only thing she could really compare it with would be her early high school years, when she’d been young and hormonal and falling desperately in love with a different straight girl each week. She remembered writing poetry about a cute girl in her Geometry class… her first real, healthy, relationship had cured her of that hormonal lunacy, but she was feeling something like it when she thought of Mary. Not enough for poetry, thank God, but enough that she was desperate to impress her, desperate to get into those tight skirts. \n\nShe arrived at the apartment nervous, with a more expensive bottle of wine than she’d intended to buy. She was flustered and had to spend a moment calming herself before she could knock on the door. Two minutes early, she’d checked…\n\nMary let her in with a smile, and explained she was making spinach and eggplant parmesan… \n\n“Sounds great, but I thought that you were vegan?” Mary shook her head:\n\n“No, just vegetarian. Are you vegan? I could make something different if you are.” Alice had been vegan for about a year at that point, but…\n\n“Oh no, I’m vegetarian the same as you, just was confused for a moment. Here, I brought wine.” So apparently her respect for the rights of cows was outweighed by her desire to avoid making things awkward. Super. Mary brought out two glasses and a corkscrew, and Alice opened the bottle while she went back to the stove:\n\n“Should be ready in about ten minutes. Please, take a seat. I’ll finish setting the table.” Alice drank her first glass of wine fairly quickly out of nervousness but refilled the glass so Mary wouldn’t notice. They chatted about meaningless things while Mary laid out place settings at the kitchen table and checked on the food… apparently they both enjoyed browsing used book stores, and they compared notes on their favorite places. Mary took her glass with her to the stove as she checked on the food, and Alice smiled after her, checked out her legs and her ass. Mary had a very nice, athletic, build; Alice found herself fantasizing about what she’d look like in the shower. She flushed in embarrassment and took a sip from her wine.\n\nThe food was good, and they finished the bottle faster than Alice would have expected with just the two of them. Mary got out another bottle and filled their glasses… Alice realized she’d already drank more than she usually did, even with food, and wondered if Mary was trying to get her drunk for some reason. They started chatting about summer plans, trips to the beach or something. Mary mentioned her usual summer plans:\n\n“Yes, a family friend has a house on a lake upstate that he lets me use, lovely place. I go each summer for a long weekend at least, with different friends or groups of friends… probably I’ve been up there ten or twelve times in the last five years since I moved to the city. It’s a beautiful place and very fun, when I went there with dates, they always thought it was incredibly romantic – we’d spend a bunch of time making out, but we always made sure we had time for activities on the lake.” A pause, as she took a sip from her wine. “I got really into watersports this past year.” OK, now that was an unexpected confession. Alice had never thought about peeing as something sexy. She took a sip of her own from the wine to give her a moment to think. Well, Mary was sexy as hell – if it meant she could get with Mary, she’d be willing to try something new.\n\n“That’s cool, I haven’t really tried much with watersports, but I’d like to learn more.” That earned a smile:\n\n“Cool! We will have to try something together then, maybe we can head up there in June.” An invitation for something sexual and an invitation to potentially join her on a romantic retreat! Excellent. Alice smiled:\n\n“Sounds good.” She took another sip from her wine. \n\nWhen they finished the meal, Alice helped her clean up. Mary had to excuse herself for a moment, but told Alice to make herself comfortable, they could move over to the couch. Alice watched her go, and thought about what to do. She could get naked, or partially naked, try to make things get interesting. Or… Mary had said they’d have to try something together, with watersports. That was a clear invitation! Alice smiled, feeling nervous but horribly daring. She’d never tried anything like this before, but she thought Mary was incredibly sexy, and she’d had a lot of wine. She drained her wine glass for extra alcoholic courage (and bladder content) and started getting naked.\n\nWhen Mary came back, she was startled to see her date standing naked in the kitchen. Alice grinned at her and lifted a leg up to the counter to display herself… Mary seemed at a loss for words, standing and watching her. Alice felt incredibly exposed, but also incredibly sexy standing there. She thought about giving Mary a sign that she was also interested in watersports. The kitchen had a fake wood floor that she was fairly sure would be easy to clean, so… why not. She made eye contact with Mary, and began to piss. She was surprised at how quickly it came, and how much came out. She was also surprised to see a look of horror growing across Mary’s face:\n\n“What the hell are you doing?!?” Alice felt her sense of sexiness fade fast:\n\n“I thought you said you were into watersports, that we should try something together sometime.” Shock and horror on Mary’s pretty face:\n\n“Not watersports like that! I meant fucking waterskiing, you crazy bitch! And even if I had meant pissing, what the fuck made you think I wanted you to piss all over my fucking kitchen!?!” Alice felt her alcoholic haze fade as panic rose like ice water. What had she been thinking?\n\n“Oh God, Mary, I’m so sorry, I –“ Mary cut her off:\n\n“Get out of my apartment you crazy pissing bitch!” Alice went for her clothes, flushed with horrified humiliation as she dressed. She hadn’t wiped adequately and she felt wetness in her panties. Oh fuck…\n\nThe best thing she could say about how the seemingly promising date ended, was that Mary had let her take the time to dress, and had not physically thrown her out of her apartment. She was fairly certain she was giving off a distinct smell of pee as she made her way home. She hoped that, in the subway at least, people wouldn’t notice it was her.\n\nIt had started out so promising, it had started out so well…\n\nAlice stared at the filthy floor of the subway car, and tried to think of how to phrase a lesson she had learned today so it sounded like something a reasonable adult might need to learn. Don’t pee on the floor in other people’s kitchens, unless you’re really 100% sure that they want you to? Probably a good lesson to learn, even if not one most people would think a reasonable adult might need to learn."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A day in the life of a futanari college girl
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"content": "She's always been shy about her cock.. after finding this out her friends decide to give her a 'confidence boost'\n\n​\n\nor\n\n​\n\nShe shivered at the tightness of the latex leggings as they gripped her sensitive girl-dick, every step causing them to stroke her just a little. The vibrating ring she wore under the tights thoroughly muffled by them and her skirt. Class was guaranteed to be more interesting today. As long as nobody noticed the cum..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Uncharted: Samuel's Fortune (Prologue: Ransom of the Rajas)
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"content": "I'm not too familiar with the Uncharted series, so I'll only provide constructive criticism where I can.\n\nI think your gagged speech should be a bit more muffled/indiscernible. The gags you put on the girls seem pretty restrictive/inhibiting, and the sounds/sentences they make as a result would be much harder to understand. \n\nIf you want an example, you can try putting your hand over your mouth as tightly as you can, and then try to say one of the sentences. You'll find it's not nearly as understandable as you have it. Given that you're also including transcriptions in brackets right after, there wouldn't been any sort of understanding issue if you added this. Writing accurate gagged speech can be tricky (I generally avoid it as I find it a bit of a hassle), but I think the best way of doing it though is to keep the \"strong\" syllables in the words, and then adding/replacing the rest with things like \"Mmm's\", \"Hmm's\", \" and ending with \"**ph**'s\" is good in my opinion.\n\nI think with this line:\n\n>take a guess where they are....(Eddy and Rika had sock gagged Nadine with her own socks and then taped them in)\n\nIt's generally better to show than tell in writing, and with this in particular it takes the reader a bit out of the setting for this type of explanation/narration that ends up being a bit awkward in terms of flow. Having something like Nadine making a disgusted grunt/sound or coughing through her gag would let Sam (and the readers) easily infer what happened (thanks to the \"take a guess where they are...\" line that precedes it)\n\nIn terms of events that happened in the story, I felt that \"Sam then threw the pocket knife and it hit both the Rajas in the face to stun them\" felt a little improbable. I don't know if Sam is actually a master at throwing stuff but either way for the knife to manage to hit both of them hard enough to stun them (without cutting them) and for that stun to be long enough for Sam (plus two bound ladies!) to put considerable distance between them for a good half a mile did feel unbelievable to me.\n\nAlso, I don't think you need commas after quotation marks (I found out that apparently it's okay in British English, though I think that's *either* in or out of quotation marks, and not both)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been chatting for some time with a guy online about how much you love to swallow cum. Spontaneously, you decide to send a picture of your mouth. Your friend's phone buzzes.
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"content": "There's always that little niggle in the back of your mind: 'Did I send to the wrong person?' It's happened quite often, actually. I regularly have to double take, and in a panic, wonder if I just sent that naughty image to my mother. Usually, the answer is no, but this time, I wasn't so sure.\n\nI had been on a dating app, Jizzdit, and registered as gay and looking for other men. I guess my bio was interesting, because I had been too shy to put an actual picture of me on, so I just used a stock image for [man](https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/happy-man-okay-sign-portrait-white-background-showing-31416492.jpg), water marks and all. I got three hits in about two months. One was a girl (you would swear I didn't mention I was gay), one was a weirdo, and one was totally normal. I tried texting all three, but only my texts with the wierdo always got answered.\n\nThis guy seemed to have a great sense of humor, and said he liked mine, too. Plus, he was super kinky, so I was a fan.\n\nHe, like me, wouldn't show his face, but he had a couple of pictures of his abbs, tattooed to high heaven. We flirted for several weeks, chatted about kinks, and then, as if by magic, we got more... Intentioned...\n\n>I want to tie you up and fuck your throat. \n\n>OH, TRUST ME, I'll take it, no ties required!\n\n>haha. Why? Are you a little cum lover? \n\n>hmmmm. Maaaaybe. \n>okay, I like! I am! I have a pretty uvula piecing and everything!\n\n>really? So you'll be nice and good at swallowing? \n \n>hmmm. So good. \n>I'll nibble the end of your big, sexy cock, and then I'll deep throat it. \n\n>*[image](http://cdn2.publicphoto.xtube.com/m=eaOaaWbWx/community/member/profile_img/20120413/tattoodick_1334343400.jpg)*\n>you think you can deepthroat that? \n \n>HOLY SHIT! you have tattoos on your dick? That is sooo amazing. \n>it would be an honour! \n\nFrom then onwards, we spoke almost every night, but I was still too scared to send him a picture of myself, even though he told me again and again he wanted one. \n\n>hi. \n\n>hey. What's up, sexy?\n\n>I'm horny today.\n\n>Haha. How straight forward. How can I assist?\n\n>tell me how much you would love to suck my cock\n\n>ooh, so much. I want to suck the end of it, and go deeper, right down the shaft, and to that beautiful, heavy ballsack!\n \n>I've heard all that before. I want a picture. Show me the mouth you want to suck me with.\n. \nI paniced.\n\n>Nooo! My best friend is in the room I can't!\n\n>Whatever. Just go to the bathroom, slut.\n \n\"Hey, D, I'll be back,\" I told my friend. \n\nD shrugged. \"Okay.\"\n\nI got up and left, opening wide to show off my piercing, and try to look okay. I headed back to the lounge, tapping away on my phone as I cropped the image a little, and used some basic editors on it. \n\n>*[image](https://c2.staticflickr.com/4/3240/2953106786_69045e2a7b_b.jpg)*\n\nMy friend's phone vibrated. My heart raced. 'No, I was on the right app, and I did send it to the right person, and my friend's phone was just a coincidence,' I promised myself. But, then again, the image hadn't been read yet, and my friend hadn't looked at their phone yet... 'No, I knew this guy from swimming club back in high school! He doesn't have any tattoos!'\n\nMy friend picked up his phone, and the message got read.\n\n>I'm a fan!\n\n>You like?\n\n>Oh yes I do little cumslut!\n\n>I'm sorry but I have to clear my head of a stupid notion.\n\n>Okay? What is it?\n\n>I'll tell you in a moment.\n>just, pur your phone down for a mo, OK?\n\n>sure. But, how long?\n \n>30 seconds\n\n>lol. Okay...\n\nMy friend put his phone down, checked his watch.\n\n>test\n\nThis could not be! My friend's phone buzzed. 'oh, crap'.\n\n>Thirty seconds are up.\n>Do you want to let me in the 'test'?\n>Hello?\n>Are you there?\n.\nI buried my face in a pillow and screames. D looked up from his phone instantly.\n\n\"Hey, dude, what's wrong?\" he asked worriedly, rushing over to me. \"Are you okay?\"\n\nI held out my phone. He began to laugh. I looked up, red as a beetroot. \"I just realized!\"\n\nHe smiled. \"We're as slow as each other, I guess.\" He grabbed my chin. \"Open up, then, little cumslut. I want to see that pretty, perfect piercing in person!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Drive By Mooning
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"content": "**WARNING!** *I got a little dark with this… sooo. Tags: Rape, Forced Sex, Gangbang, Rough Sex, Bodily Injury, Police Brutality, etc. Sorry if this wasn’t the direction OP wanted.*\n\n“It-it was just supposed to be fun!” she cried as another cock shoved itself into her throat. Rainy turned her eyes to see Kim, her arms zip-tied behind her back, a man fucking her ass and another fucking her pussy under her. Another man standing in front of her fucking her throat as hard as he can. Another two guys are standing around her. She glances around herself as best she can to see several men standing around her waiting for their turn. The man fucking her pussy from behind suddenly groans and she feels his cock pulsate inside her. ‘Oh god, another one came.’ she thought.\n\nRainy, Kim, and Nat had been going from one bar to the next since ten a.m. Now it was three p.m and their day-drunk was wearing thin. They had a light skin of sweat and spilled drinks on their skin, their clothes were sticking to them in the wrong ways, and their hair was tangled and wind-blown. “What about Malley’s?” Kim said. \n\n“It’s across town.” Nat shot, not wanting to get a cab or drive. \n\n“Aww come on. I’m mostly sober now anyway. I can get us to Malley’s! We could call James or something to meet us there!” Rainy said, wanting to see that cute bartender what's-his-name that works there.\n\n“You all good to drive?” the bartender at TruRed asked as they closed their tabs. He saw Rainy pulling out her keys.\n\n“I’m sober!” Rainy said, smiling at the man. \n\n“I don’t think that means what you-” the women were already walking away. “Great. This tip is like one-percent. Fuck you very much.” He waved and smiled as the door closed behind them.\n\n\\-\n\n“What do you mean you’re closed?” Kim said, almost yelling, at the man by the door.\n\n“I mean we’re closed.” He said, pointing at the closed sign and running his finger along with each letter. “C. L. O. S.-”\n\n“I fucking get it.” Kim snapped, “Why?” He gestures around himself. There is plastic over the windows and tape holding it down. There is construction equipment and wood everywhere and make-shift tables with saws and tools. “Why is no one working then?”\n\n“What? It’s fucking break time! Listen, you and your friends need to leave!”\n\n“We drove all the way across town-”\n\n“NOW.”\n\n“FINE!” Kim yelled and stomped back to the car. “FUCK, they’re closed for renovations.'' She gives the building a middle finger. “Fuck’em. Let’s go to ‘Good, Not Great, Danny’s’ and get some shots.” she climbs back into the car.\n\n“We should moon these assholes as we go,” Rainy said, starting the car and dreading the drive back into town. She really was sober now and sweaty. This wasn’t really fun anymore and she just wanted to take a shower and a nap at her apartment. \n\n“Let’s moon them!” Kim says excitedly to Nat.\n\n“We’re wearing skirts, it’s not the same!” Nat flipped her skirt up showing Kim her underwear. \n\n“Then what’s a ‘showing your pussy and ass to strangers as a fuck you’ called?” Kim asked, slipping her panties off. Nat shrugged and slipped hers off too. \n\n“Did-did you guys do a bunch of coke over there without sharing? What the fuck is wrong with you?\n\n“Just drive!” Kim said and rolled down the window. They started to drive away and circled back, speeding loudly by the construction site. A few workers had come out and looked up as Kim yelled “FUCK YOU!” and stuck her ass out the window. Nat did the same. \n\n\\-\n\nA few miles later red and blue lights flashed on behind the car. “Fuck,” Rainy mumbled and pulled over into the dusty side-road. “Fucking middle-of-no-where cops. This is going to be like three-hundred dollars.”\n\n“Show him your tits!” Nat mumbled as an officer approached the window. \n\n“What-what seems to be the problem, officer?” Rainy asked.\n\n“We got a call about a car full of women driving recklessly. Apparently there was some indecent exposure as well.” The officer looked in the back to see Kim avoiding eye-contact. “Apparently it was quite the show.”\n\n“I can give you the show too!” Kim said, finally, spreading her legs and inching her skirt up to her thighs.\n\n“I don’t need a show, ladies, but I do need you, driver, to step out of the vehicle. Have you been drinking today?” He opens the door for her. She reluctantly gets out and follows the officer around the back. A minute later he’s back and asking Kim to get out of the car as well. Soon all three women were on their knees behind the car, arms zip-tied behind their backs. The officer is in his car on the radio for a few minutes. He steps out as a van pulls up, and the doors open. It’s the construction crew. “Are these the women that you described?”\n\n“Yeah, man!” The man from the door said, “They screamed ‘fuck you’ at us.”\n\n“Well. Seems like you should fuck them!” the officer said and smiled. “I’ll call for back-up!”\n\n\\-\n\nFirst, they stood in three lines, their cocks out and hard, in front of each woman. The men grabbed their heads and hair and shoved their cocks into their mouths with little regard for the women’s breathing or gasping or begging. The men didn’t cum for a while, they were just gagging the women with their cocks over and over and over until they were quietly gasping for air. Finally, the officer pulled out his cock and pushed Kim onto her face in the grass on the side of the road. He tapped his cock against her pussy and, at the last second, shoved the head of his cock into her ass. She screamed. The other men now have the ‘ok’ to fuck the women. They flipped them over and spread their legs. Each of them roughly shoving themselves inside them. \n\nEventually, more police arrived, pulled out their cocks, and began waiting their turn, or taking their turn in a complex rotation of mouth, pussy, and ass fucking. Each of the eighteen men wanted their turn in each hole of each woman. \n\nNow the women are laying in the cool grass as the sun is setting, still zip-tied, their bodies are red and bruised from various slaps and pushing and pulling. Their jaws are aching and their holes are burning and sore as cum leaks out. Their hair is matted with grass and dirt and saliva. Their clothes are torn or missing. The men stand around the women, panting and exhausted, and jerk themselves off, three at a time, onto their bodies and clothes. When they are all done, the last one, the officer, zips up his pants. “I’ll send someone by to cut the ties.” he laughs as he closes the car door and drives away.\n\nA few minutes later a car drives by and does a U-turn, pulling up on the women, now beginning to stir. The bright headlights blind them. The person gets out without shutting off the lights. “Hey! It’s you assholes!” The bartender from TruRed stands in front of them. “I’m supposed to cut your zips,” he said nodding at their arms. “Buuuut I think I'm going to go a different route.” he smiles. Rainy’s heart sinks as he begins making a phone call. “Hey! Mark, yeah, listen what are you doing? I know you’re not working - your bar is closed for renovations. Well, I have something to do. I got three live ones, well-used, zipped. Yeah. Call everyone. Looks like they could handle some more.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Mom and son porn stars are suprised to find each other cast in the same movie.
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"content": "Ben “Bruce Wang” Marone sits naked on the large white couch, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist, staring out the large clean windows at the city below. He loved shooting porn in this part of the city. They always put them up in these multi-million-dollar mansions that he could never afford. Mostly they want to shoot hard stuff in basements and shacks because it’s “gritty”. “Hardcore scene, degrading and rough sex fetish,” the casting request said.\n\n“You’ll be perfect for it. Working with a real MILF on this, already cast!” His agent said, pushing him out the door. “Great location. Go get it.” The door closed and clicked before he could turn around. Ben smiles to himself thinking about MILF scenes now, he likes older women. He doesn’t have to be overly gentle. Most have years of sexual experiences and take his significantly-larger-than-normal cock without a problem.\n\n“Alright, Bruce, you are up!” the director said, putting a hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Starting with the opening shower scene. You lather up, you get yourself hard and jerk it a bit. Brit Banger, our female lead, will be in the doorway watching you but you don’t see her!” He laughs a bit at this. “We’ll cut there and move to the bedroom scene where Brit will be on the bed, back to the door. You’ll walk by, see her ass and pussy exposed and, you know, you can’t control yourself, and you go over and slip it in her pussy and start fucking her. We’ll take a break before we get to the real tie-her-down and throat fuck her scenes. Sounds good?”\n\n“Easy so far!” Ben says, walking to the bathroom. The cameras and lights are already set but Brit isn’t on-location yet. He takes his towel off and hangs it over the rack. Exposed. He thought. Always a moment of truth.\n\n“Cut!” the director yells and Ben shuts off the water. His cock is raging hard now and he really just wanted to finish on the shower wall. His body is almost shaking and he’s steaming hot inside and out. Fuck I can’t wait to be in this pussy. He has to let himself exhale, suddenly realizing that he’s been holding his breath. “Alright, cameras and lights are already set in the bedroom. We’ll get a quick show of you going down the hall. Brit’s already working herself for the photos so as soon as you look in we’ll only be rolling on camera ONE in the room. Got it?”\n\n“I’m good!” He wraps himself in the towel, his hard cock pressing hard into the fabric. He goes down the hall and looks in the bedroom. He barely notices camera ONE or the three guys holding reflecting sheets at the other end of the room, all he sees is the big oiled butt showing this milf’s asshole and perfect pussy. His cock is screaming under the towel and he lets it go when the director gives the sign. She’s rubbing her pussy ferociously, oil is pooled in her ass. He crosses the room and slips his cockhead into her, she makes a surprised noise and moans as he slides the length of his huge cock inside until his pelvis hits her thighs. He can barely hold it. Should have rubbed coke on it. He thinks, trying not to blow his load inside her yet. He changes his facial expression and posture. Let’s ruin this bitch. He slaps her ass and begins fucking her, letting the full length of his cock glide out before slamming it back inside her. She pushes back against his, moaning and grunting. He can see her perfect tits swaying under her, he grabs the back of her hair and pulls her head back as he pounds her, she buries her face in a pillow.\n\n“FLIP” The director yells. “Bruce” pulls out and flips her over, she’s still gripping the pillow as he shoves his cock back inside her. Her body is incredible and he can’t wait to cum on her tits. He pushes the pillow away and stops. “The fuck are you doing, man, keep going!” the director whispers. Her eyes are still closed but Ben is staring at his mom. His cock is deep inside her. Her nipples are pierced and hooked together with a chain, her body is incredible and oiled. She opens her eyes and suddenly freezes up. “Hey man if you don’t keep fucking her, you’ll be fired and never work again! I don't give a shit if you came, fuck her with your rope, and let's go! I have three other movies to make today and we only have this place until 3!” Ben pulls his hips back, letting his cock glide slowly back before he leans over her, face to face and begins fucking her again, harder somehow, more desperate. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips and begins moving her hips with his. Neither breaks eye contact with the other.\n\n“Choke me” Brit whispers and Bruce slides a hand up to her throat and closes it, choking off the center point no that she doesn't really go out. He feels a sense of desperation sweep over him as he fucks her.\n\n“Alright, cream-pie her, we’ll break for fifteen minutes and then we’ll move on to the hard stuff.” Ben kisses her hard as he thrusts hard into her, he can sense a camera between his legs, he pulls almost out before he releases and cums inside. He grunts and moans in a way he hasn’t in years. She moans and kisses him. Cum leaks out of her pussy as he pulls out slowly. The camera stays as cum runs out of her. “CUT! Great or whatever. Get some coffee and we’ll go out by the pool.” The cameras shut off and get moved out but Ben and “Brit” stay in the room. He closes the door behind the crew.\n\n“What. The. Fuck. Mom?”\n\n“Ben.” she says, shakily, “I-I didn’t know you did porn.”\n\n“I didn’t know my MOM DID PORN!” He puts his hands over his face. “What the fuck are we supposed to do now? If we don't finish this scene my career is fucking over and I have no backup job right now! YOU KNOW how expensive those college loans were.” They stare at each other silently for a long minute. Brit slides down to the floor onto her knees.\n\n“You’re getting soft,” she said in a voice he’d never heard.\n\n“The fuck are you doing? Get up.” She puts her palms on the floor and crawls on all fours over to him. “I said, get up!” She slides back onto her heels, her face in front of his cock. She smiles at him and takes his cock in her hands.\n\n“You’re SO big, baby,” she says in that voice before she wraps her thick wet lips around the head of his cock.\n\n“S-stop,” he says weakly.\n\n“Make me” She manages before she takes his cock down her throat.\n\n[How I imagine Brit Banger.](https://i.imgur.com/LdorisJ.jpg)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Newest fashion trend among the orc nobility.
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"content": "There was, the Paladin von Niederfeld decided, something strangely pathetic about peace talks where neither side wanted peace and both sides knew that fact. The Baroness von Ehrenheim had distributed orc tusk scrimshaw jewelry as gifts to the senior members of the Imperial delegation, and she wore an assortment of such pieces herself. Knowing what he did about the orcs, when their emissary saw the assorted tusks, it would be as if they’d gone to meet a human nobleman wearing a collection of desiccated penises and testicles that he’d just know had been taken from his murdered relatives and retainers. Quite an impression they’d make, and he’d heard that the orcs were plotting something similar. He’d seen one tribe that decorated their war banner with the skulls of human infants, and part of him was anticipating something like that.\n\nThey were meeting at a rough purpose-built hall on the human side of the official border, a space with an entrance at each end so no one would feel trapped and no one would have to come too close to the other side. They’d made parleys like this in the past, and he thought that there was the potential to ransom some human slaves. The Church of the Mother Goddess had taken up a special collection for that purpose, and he’d been entrusted with that gold. He was reflecting on the issue of who to ransom and who to prioritize when he heard a lookout calling:\n\n“Incoming orcs! They’ll be here soon and it isn’t pretty.” He wondered about what that meant then, imagining impaled babies or displays of human body parts to rival and exceed the collection of tusks that they’d put together. In a way, his second thought was correct… just not in the manner he’d expected.\n\nThe orcish nobility, the chieftains and shamans and respected warriors, entered the hall with a lack of coordination or military discipline. Each of them strolled in like a proud young gentleman showing off for the ladies… they’d brought their human slaves with them, some dressed as whores and most naked. They’d dressed one in a nearly complete set of vestments from a priestess of the Mother Goddess. One of the biggest orcs, a shaman of some sort, and chained a small woman to his chest; she was naked and he absently toyed with her cunt while he walked. It was a grotesque display, intended to convey their disdain for the enemy. Here are your women, they proclaimed - we’ve taken them and defiled them and made them our whores. Filthy orcish bastards.\n\nTheir leader, the one who’d speak on their behalf, was the aged chieftain of the Blackened Heart tribe. He had a dozen women and girls crawling naked behind him, leashed and obedient in terrified submission. He leered at the Baroness von Ehrenheim, who’d made a name for herself slaughtering orcs in retaliation for their raids on her lands:\n\n“Do you like what you see? I think you’d look nice as one of my pets. I’d take special care of you and train you to eat from my own hand, and to please me in the manner these slaves please me. I would even keep you to myself, because I’m sure you’d breed strong sons.” Leering, almost drooling in his obvious lust. It took her a moment to think of a reply, and in that moment he took his cock out and began to stroke it.\n\n“I have crucified, impaled and hanged your tribesmen, chieftain. My soldiers have burned your villages and anointed your holiest idols with shit before destroying them. When we kill you, I’ll take my little pen knife and dig out your eyes so I can piss in the sockets. That’s what I think of you.” He laughed:\n\n“Fierce woman, almost as fierce as an orcish woman. For that, I’ll sodomize you first time I fuck you as my slave.” They exchanged a glare of mutual hatred, and the chieftain was the first one to look away. Although, he looked away to take one of his human pets and force her to fellate him in front of the Baroness, so it was debatable if she could call that a win. “These women were from your villages, did you know that? I have sixty wives at home, but for this meeting I brought the ones we took from your lands.” The Baroness rolled her eyes:\n\n“For that, I’ll dig your eyes out only after I piss in them. How’d you like that for the last vision you take with you to your ancestors?” He laughed:\n\n“I’m sure it would be a very nice cunt. Would you care to come aside for a demonstration, if you’re so eager to show it to me?” The last words were said almost politely as he mocked her. She scowled, but looked away. At that point, the Paladin von Niederfeld spoke up:\n\n“Insults are all well and good, and to be expected at this point. But I think we might have some business here. Do you offer us the chance to ransom some of these women?” The chieftain met his eyes, and casually forced his cock down into his slave’s throat while he did, so that she gagged and choked.\n\n“What do you offer us, human?” So, negotiation…\n\n“I have gold from the church, and instructions to ransom those I may.” The chieftain shrugged negligently and continued to forcefully face fuck his slave so that she struggled in his grasp in spite of her terror.\n\n“Gold is good, I hope to hold it… and we’ve taken so many human slaves that they’re going cheap. Why, just the other day we were talking about butchering some of them to see if we could tan their hides for leather – that’s how cheap these slaves have grown!” He held his slave’s head between his legs, his cock must have been deep in her throat and she struggled uselessly against his grip. He seemed to consider his options, while holding the woman in that position… finally, he released her to gasp and groan, and spoke again, “That cheap, but I think you will pay dearly for them before we finish here today. Pay dearly, for all that they’ve been raped and defiled and befouled and so forth, so that they will be ours in some ways no matter what you do with them.” Sneering as he said that, his cock covered in slime and saliva and sticking out as straight and hard as any sword. May the Mother Goddess damn all orcs to hell…\n\nThe enormous shaman who’d been fondling the woman chained across his chest had taken his cock out and was actively fucking her, he had forced his cock inside her cunt and was moving her up and down as if he were using her body to masturbate. It looked as if any moment an orgy might break out, the orcs were fondling and abusing their human slaves in front of the human negotiators. Trying, perhaps, to unnerve them and weaken their negotiating position? The Paladin swallowed, feeling more nervous than he had for a long time and considered his words carefully:\n\n“They are all children of the Mother Goddess, as are we all. That will always be the more important detail than anything you do to them.” The chieftain grunted, and turned to the woman he’d been face fucking a moment ago:\n\n“Did you hear that, whore? You’re a child of the Mother Goddess. Perhaps that will give you some comfort while you choke on my cock.” He invaded her mouth and throat again, pumped away into her face as if he were fucking her cunt. The Paladin considered, briefly, attacking and attempting to murder every single orc in the room in spite of the formal truce and sworn promises of safe conduct. He was fairly certain he could kill the chieftain, especially since he was definitely distracted and otherwise occupied. Perhaps the huge shaman too, maybe another two or three before the others got organized and mobbed him to bring him down. He thought that the odds were nearly even that the humans would win if he attacked, especially if his comrades followed his example and took them by surprise. It was a pleasant thought… but he could not do it; he had sworn a holy oath. So, instead of burying his sword in the chieftain’s skull, he sighed:\n\n“I expect that these negotiations will be difficult for both of us.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’ve received a one-day all-expense voucher to a luxurious, and ultramodern spa, which specializes in erotic tension relief. A place in which one is guaranteed to get their kinks out.
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"content": "**Dreams Come True**\n\n“We knew you’d be stressed out about your wedding, so we all went in on this,” Damien, his best man, said as he handed Owen a shiny golden envelope.\n\nOwen held the envelope in his hand. His name was scrawled on the front in ornate cursive. “What’d you all get me—a Starbucks gift card or something?” He shook the envelope and held it up to his ear.\n\nHis groomsmen smiled. There were only three of them. Owen didn’t have a ton of friends, but he was close to the ones he did have. Damien, his best friend since second grade, grew up right down the street. Kevin was his roommate throughout all of college, the only roommates they were aware of that didn’t currently hate each other. And Arthur, the goofball of the group, moved to Owen’s childhood town in high school and befriended him and Damien.\n\nOwen slid his finger behind the envelope’s flap and tore it open. He pulled the thick card stock out. It read, “Damien, we present to you and your three groomsmen a day you’ll _never_ forget. We’ll see you on May 6th. — _Dreams Come True Spa_”\n\n“A spa day? I don’t hate it… but wouldn’t this be more something for Melissa and her bridesmaids? I thought we’d play _Super Smash Bros._, drink beer, and maybe a stripper would show up as the pizza delivery gal.”\n\n“This isn’t any old spa,” Damien said with a shit-eating grin. “This is a _special_ spa.”\n\n“Don’t look it up, promise?” Kevin said. “Let it be a surprise.”\n\n“Yeah, don’t look it up, ya’ big dingus,” Arthur said.\n\n“All right, all right. I’m sure it’ll be fun. I trust you guys.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Roundup May 2020
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"content": "Ratings|Title|Prompter|Writer\n:--|:--|:--|:--|\n[4, 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g2n1tj/wp_you_sign_on_to_start_streaming_one_day_and_you/)|[WP] You sign on to start streaming one day, and you notice that people in the chat can now buy you \"upgrades\" like \"change hair color\", \"sexy voice\", or even \"bigger boobs\". Must be a video filter or something...|gahidus|u/AldreaFallon\n[1, 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g2mi88/ttwp_to_finish_your_spell_you_need_one_more/)|[TT][WP] To finish your spell you need one more ingredient, liquefied lust. Which can only be extracted from a succubus or incubus type demon, that has been kept on edge without being able to cum for 24 hours or more. (The longer the better) For most this would be a hard thing to come by.|Squidtalker|u/Epithymetheus\n[9, 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g2m3vp/wp_she_keeps_finding_herself_in_compromising/)|[WP] She keeps finding herself in compromising positions in front of people she knows. She doesn't know why this keeps happening but she does know that she doesn't like it one bit.|Dwarfinator1|u/gahidus\n[3, 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g2jkb1/wp_chubby_girl_gets_abandoned_by_her_scrawny_bf/)|[WP] Chubby girl gets abandoned by her scrawny BF when they finally meet in person. When he tries to give it another shot he finds out she's moved on to bigger, stronger, more enduring, and better things.|Kins_Colt|u/weirdlywholsome\n[6, 14](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g2hsuv/pm_long_ways_from_home_prompts/)|[PM] Long Ways From Home Prompts|macktosh|\n[2, 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g284ix/ip_most_people_who_havent_seen_them_think_of/)|[IP] Most people who haven't seen them think of elves as slim. Couldn't be further from the truth. Even in a world where magic is the real elven body types seem unrealistic. Tits bigger than her head? An ass that would get stuck in literally any human chair? And that's what elves consider \"skinny\".|ticklemansteve|u/Kins_Colt\n[17, 84](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g26bqe/ip_we_havent_done_anything_to_you_miss_were_only/)|[IP] We haven't done ANYTHING to you miss. We're only keeping you here until your family pays your public indecency fines to the kingdom. You wouldn't even be chained up if you had stopped sexually harassing the guards...|Deviladvo|u/NotSoBadWolfe\n[2, 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g23muv/wp_the_new_x_rated_talent_show_americans_next_milf/)|[WP] The New X Rated Talent Show, American's Next MILF.|Namelessredditor87|u/good_names_were_gone\n[2, 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g23llr/wp_when_you_are_summoned_to_another_world_you/)|[WP] When you are summoned to another world, you expected to have to fight a demon king or something. Instead, you were summoned to finally give the queen, cursed to never be able to have an orgasm, some well-deserved release.|kamking|u/guyreviewsromance\n[8, 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g23liv/wp_a_simple_merchant_from_femboia_is_subject_to/)|[WP] A simple merchant from Femboia is subject to an extensive inspection upon reaching the border of the Futaga Empire.|FliggyBiggy|u/gahidus, u/lordwafflesbane\n[17, 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g225rx/pm_lewdly_cursed_loot/)|[PM] Lewdly Cursed Loot|boundwriter|\n[3, 27](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1ysef/ip_in_a_fantasy_world_there_is_a_religious_order/)|[IP] In a fantasy world, there is a religious order that sees the female form as sacred. As a result of this belief, the female practitioners of this religion choose to go nude.|Present-Comment|u/rose-24\n[5, 17](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1z1zy/wp_everyone_knows_that_she_has_the_best_qualities/)|[WP] Everyone knows that she has the best qualities a queen would have. But little did they know that she fucks the gardener in the stables every night and sometimes during the day.|Sorcererstone458|u/weirdlywholsome\n[2, 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1yabp/wp_theyre_both_into_each_other_the_chemistry_is/)|[WP] They're both into each other. The chemistry is there. The little signals have been deployed and recognised. They've come this-close more than once. Unfortunately, each time they are distracted by a logical inconsistency.|ConradKalkis|u/unfortunatemole\n[2, 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1y8fa/wp_the_rules_were_simple_whoever_lost_the_next/)|[WP] The rules were simple, whoever lost the next game of Smash has to attend all of next weeks classes naked with the words \"Touch me\" written on their stomach.|Dwarfinator1|u/Just_here23\n[6, 15](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1riqw/wp_they_will_fuck_in_a_bed_they_will_fuck_in_a/)|[WP] They will fuck in a bed, they will fuck in a car. They will fuck in a shed or wherever they are! Lets get some Dr. Seuss going!|BarbBushsBeastlyBush|u/unfortunatemole\n[17, 126](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1rd54/ip_with_homework_and_studying_out_of_the_way_it/)|[IP] With homework and studying out of the way, it was time for some after school bondage.|YourNewFetish|u/sirsstories, u/EricHave, u/mightyneonpen\n[3, 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1i4p1/pm_looking_for_some_prompts_involving/)|[PM] Looking for some prompts involving bimbofication, amnesia, mental age regression, hypnosis or mind control|Verda-Fiemulo|\n[8, 15](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1fbhi/wpthe_toy_started_out_fun_a_chastity_belt_that/)|[WP]The toy started out fun, a chastity belt that stimulated the wearer just enough to leave them constantly on the edge. She loved the feeling of desperation and having to beg her lover for release. That was until her partner looked at her and apologetically explained that they had broken the key.|kamking|/u/gahidus [17, 92](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1cb5q/ip_the_rather_heavychested_girl_from_work_who_you/)|[IP] The rather heavy-chested girl from work who you suspect of having a crush on you has drawn your name from the office Valentine's Day pool.|warlock_of_talk|u/guyreviewsromance\n[1, 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g1a0y5/wp_in_a_dystopian_future_once_married_women_are/)|[WP] In a dystopian future, once married women are locked vibrating chastity belts that can only be unlocked by their husbands. The belts vibrate until just before orgasm and then turn off for a period of time. Leaving wives always ready and eager to receive their husband's affections.|Squidtalker|u/Just_here23\n[6, 13](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g114gz/wp_let_it_all_out_she_whispered_in_his_ear/)|[WP] \"Let it all out...\" she whispered in his ear, stroking harder as he came, the vibrator in his ass turning up a level.|kamking|u/unfortunatemole\n[2, 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g10kp8/wpcute_two_spirits_knowing_nothing_about_human/)|[WP][CUTE] Two spirits, knowing nothing about human bodies, finally take their human forms and explor their new bodies together.|kamking|u/AldreaFallon\n[6, 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g0zztu/pm_until_the_clock_strikes_12/)|[PM] “Until the clock strikes 12”|AldreaFallon|\n[2, 67](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g0xpf3/wp_your_girlfriend_has_the_uncanny_ability_to_get/)|[WP] Your girlfriend has the uncanny ability to get incredibly in character while in a costume/cosplay, needless to say the two of you have made use of this talent in the bedroom. Earlier today she had finished her recent costume project, and decided to surprise you with it later.|TheWebExplorer|/u/unfortunatemole \n[4, 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g0mcxl/wp_your_close_gay_friend_wants_a_biological_child/)|[WP] Your close gay friend wants a biological child, but doesn't trust strangers easily. Being as close as friends can be, they approach you for your help from your body.|weirdlywholsome|u/unfortunatemole\n[1, 23](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g0nebm/wp_your_partner_gives_you_a_homemade_coupon_book/)|[WP] Your partner gives you a homemade coupon book. As you flip through it, you're amazed and aroused by the things they're willing to do at least once.|unfortunatemole|u/write_me_off\n[10, 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g0kmgg/pm_science_experiments_gone_awry/)|[PM] Science experiments gone awry.|AldreaFallon|\n[11, 75](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g0iuis/ip_you_were_the_only_one_in_the_search_party_that/)|[IP] You were the only one in the search party that 'found' the missing hiker.|YourNewFetish|u/gahidus\n[7, 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/g055cz/wp_in_the_year_3210_instead_of_heading_to_prison/)|[WP] In the year 3210, instead of heading to prison, those who commit crimes are put to service.|Dwarfinator1|u/gahidus\n[17, 17](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fzliu8/pi_you_are_a_retired_superhero_your_power_was_to/)|[PI] You are a retired superhero. Your power was to pull things out of your ass. You quit when you found a grave setback of using this power.|ConradKalkis|\n[3, 24](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fzfj3z/wp_you_somehow_keep_ending_up_in_cute_romcom/)|[WP] You somehow keep ending up in cute rom-com scenarios with your coworker. Unfortunately, the two of you already hate each other.|macktosh|u/unfortunatemole"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I'm your typical young fit 22-year old cam girl and I love that you're all watching me. But why do you all want to see my old flabby mother?
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"content": "“I'm your typical young fit 22-year old cam girl and I love that you're all watching me. But why do you all want to see my old flabby mother?” Alice was exactly what she said she was, 22-year-old blonde with the sort of body you ended up with after many years of serious athletics. Swimming and gymnastics in high school, then serious competitive swimming in college. After finishing an expensive degree, she graduated to find no one hiring and the economy in shambles. Thanks, Corona…\n\nShe’d moved home to find her mom had also lost her job, and she’d taken up camming to try to make a bit of extra money and help pay the bills. She’d been surprisingly successful, and gotten a bit of a fan base, but then her mom had wandered in with some laundry while she’d been camming in her room. Her mom was also, basically, what she’d said she was. Old (mid-fifties), with a flabby mom bod, no makeup and her hair in a disorganized bun. She’d known that Alice had taken up camming, and had even reluctantly approved, but that knowledge had apparently not over-written her mom’s habit of entering her daughter’s room without knocking. She’d been a mess, wearing a stained t-shirt and a pair of grey cotton granny panties. Stuff a mildly depressed mom might wear at home when she was doing the laundry. Not stuff a young woman wanted dozens of people to see her in. Not that Alice had wanted her audience to ever see her mom. The first responses popped up in the chat:\n\n“Because she’s your mom.”\n\n“Because that’s hot.”\n\n“Does she shave her pubic hair?”\n\nOther statements, and questions, followed. Alice felt a bit creeped out, considered ending the session early. But, then came the binging noise she knew meant someone had given a tip.\n\n$25 from the viewer who’d asked about her mom’s pubic hair. OK, that was nice, she needed to think of a way to thank him without acknowledging the pubic hair comment…\n\nBing!\n\nAnother $25 from the same guy, followed by a comment in the chat:\n\n“Another $50 if your mom comes on to say thanks.” OK, so that guy had money and a willingness to spend it… Alice licked her lips, noticed his username was MOMMYFUCKER. Awkward. Then, hesitating, she asked the webcam and through it her audience:\n\n“Would you like that?”\n\nBing!\n\n$5 from another viewer, an assortment of comments that boiled down to yes, with varying degrees of enthusiasm. She swallowed nervously:\n\n“Okay, give me a moment to get her.”\n\nAlice found her mom in the kitchen, she’d put on sweat pants and looked embarrassed. When she saw Alice, she started to say something but didn’t seem to know what to say, so Alice managed to speak first:\n\n“It’s OK mom, but please – next time knock, it’s only blind luck you didn’t walk in on me shoving a toy up my ass or something.” Her mom winced at that image and shook her head:\n\n“I never expected you’d be doing something like this. I wish we had some savings, or something else we could rely on. Things have been bad ever since your father died, and now with my job done, it’s just a complete mess. I wish that there was something I could do to help.” She seemed so dejected… Alice hesitated a moment before forcing herself to respond:\n\n“Well, actually, there is something. One of the viewers just tipped $50, and said he’d tip another $50 if you come back on to thank him.” Her mom hesitated, considering unpaid bills and other things.\n\n“Just to come on and say that? Like, five minutes of my time?” Alice shrugged:\n\n“If that. If he’s serious. But he already tipped $50.” Her mom sighed. \n\n“Alright. So we’re doing this.”"
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"content": "She had drifted into his life by accident, not really knowing how or why. Homeless, broken-hearted, fate brought her to his door when they were both 15. She lived with his family, became part of it, they helped her to feel like herself again, loved, needed and like anything was possible. \n\nNow they were in college. Their time together growing up she always knew that...He was the only person she wanted to spend her life with, because he had been there at her worst, and helped her to be her best. Their senior year was almost up, and the prospect of him moving away to attend grad school was terrifying...They had been dating in college and had many wonderful nights...Passionate and soft, loving and drawn out, but it was always unspoken they were going to stay together, they never needed to acknowledge they were kindred.\n\n​\n\nNow she wanted it to be acknowledged.\n\n​\n\nOver their last summer at home she worked two jobs to save up enough for a modest trip together for spring break of their senior year. During it, she was going to take the biggest step of their lives.\n\n​\n\nShe was going to propose."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An intergalactic investigator absolutely loathes her newest assignment but orders are orders.
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"content": "Janice Singh had been on the decrepit station that called itself the “Free Port of Jefferson” for less than a week, but she had already grown to detest the place. It made quite an impression to someone coming from the Sol Federation, this libertarian enclave. A messy and chaotic place, foreign and disturbing. She’d arrived with the cover identity of a minor Federation bureaucrat, sent to temporarily assist at the Federation consulate. Her true purpose here was far less ordinary – she was an agent of Federation Intelligence, assigned to investigate Nova Europan activity in the Free Port. Part of that had meant getting to know the place, and the more she saw the less she liked.\n\nThe central concourse was choked with intrusive advertising for goods and services, half of which were illegal on earth. Everything was over-the-top and a lot of it was absurdly sexual – as if the advertisements had been designed by a hormonal teenage boy. She’d been stunned by one ad, which had featured a pair of gorgeous body-sculpted models pissing on each other’s faces. It had taken her a moment to realize that it was an advertisement for a plumbing supply company. Well, it had gotten her attention for sure. That basically set the tone for the public spaces and, as far as Janice was concerned, it got old fast.\n\nShe’d already gotten to the point where she could finish the work associated with her cover identity in an hour or less each day, so she’d left the consulate to follow up on a lead. There’d been some mention of Nova Europans regularly showing up at a certain bar, and that had been enough that she’d decided to go take a look at the place. It seemed promising in some ways, clean and almost comfortable in a down-market way. She’d clearly beaten any end-of-shift rush so she’d gone to the bar and taken a look at the menu… the bartender was a classic femboi, fairly tall but slender and attractive if you liked that sort of thing. He smiled at Janice when she sat at the bar, and she managed to draw him into conversation:\n\n“Hello, nice place you’ve got here. I appreciate the atmosphere, no neon or porn playing in the background. Makes for a nice change from most of the places on this station.” He sighed:\n\n“I like it too, it’s a real old-fashioned place, where you can hear each other talk and maybe get to know someone’s name before hooking up. It’s too bad that those creeps have been showing up and scaring off more normal customers.” Those creeps… that sounded like it might be referring to the Nova Europans, time to find out:\n\n“Creeps? What do you mean?” He shook his head:\n\n“This place somehow got a reputation with the Nova Europan community on this station. They get as freaky as anyone else, but their crazy culture means they’re sexually repressed like you wouldn’t believe. Something sad and pathetic about a closeted 25 year old virgin trying to pick up a date as carefully as if he were defusing a bomb, or some other fellow enthusiastically propositioning any non-white woman he sees on the grounds he’s always wanted to try miscegenation. Bunch of creeps.” Yup, so the rumor was true. Janice Singh took a moment to consider this and ordered a beer.\n\n“Sounds like it. When do they come in, most days?” A shrug, almost dainty:\n\n“Oh, all sorts of times. Look, here’s one of them now.” Janice looked over her shoulder and saw a muscular young man come in. He was wearing a full uniform marking him as an agent of Nova Europan State Security, and therefore her counterpart on the station. State Security and Federation Intelligence, both spies. His uniform was stylish in a grotesque sort of way, reminding her that the Nova Europans had modeled their uniforms after those of Nazi Germany (seriously, what sort of creeps would do that?). He smiled at her, and started walking directly towards her, and for a moment Janice wondered if her cover was blown, if he knew who she was… but it wasn’t anything like that.\n\n“Hello, ma’am. My name is Rudolph Weiss, but you can call me Rudy. May I buy you a drink?” The femboi had brought her beer just then, so she’d gestured at it:\n\n“Why not. Call me Janice.” He considered this for a moment:\n\n“Nice name, Janice. Very exotic. Where are you from?” Considering how to respond…\n\n“Well, old Earth by birth.”\n\n“No, where on Earth? Where are your parents from?” \n\n“I was born in London but grew up in Geneva. My mother is from England, my father was born in Munich but grew up in Hanover…” \n\n“No, your ancestry. Are you from Pakistan, Sri Lanka?”\n\n“I’ve never been to any of those places, but some of my ancestors came from northern India.” He seemed excited:\n\n“Ah, splendid!” She decided to ask some of her own questions:\n\n“What about you, Rudy? Where are you and your ancestors from?” He blinked, then:\n\n“I’m from Adolph Hitler Settlement on North Continent, Nova Europa. My ancestors were on the first colony ships, so I can trace my ancestry to pure European stock.” Pure European stock, like they were breeding cattle or dogs.\n\n“Adolph Hitler Settlement… how interesting.” He brightened:\n\n“It’s a splendid place to grow up. We are right on the coast, so we would go sailing as well as enjoy some splendid hiking trails. I was the fourth of eight children, and we were always happy and well fed.” His eyes went distant for a moment: “I still miss it sometimes.” Janice had become convinced that he wasn’t on to her, and if he was trying to flirt with her he was singularly unskilled. Still, try to draw him out:\n\n“I was an only child myself. What was it like growing up with so many siblings?” He seemed genuinely moved, as if she’d just revealed some family tragedy:\n\n“I’m so sorry to hear that, it must have been so difficult for your mother. Were there fertility problems or something?” Such an alien mindset… \n\n“We managed.” She kept him talking, and soon he was telling her a whole service history, and she was convinced that he was trying to impress her. She’d given away almost nothing and not even mentioned her cover identity or her job.\n\n“I made it to Senior Assault Leader early on the strength of my academic performance, and they sent me to complete a Masters degree in Political Theory, at the conclusion of which I advanced to Assault Unit Leader, again early. I was assigned to the Foreign Intelligence branch, with joint appointment as a political commissar and an intelligence analyst…” He kept talking, and Janice concluded that either he was a complete idiot or a subtle and manipulative genius who’d chosen to pose as a complete idiot. She was leaning towards the former; she became increasingly convinced as he leaned in to talk about his salary and promotion prospects, hint about secret and dangerous information he knew… and place his hand on her thigh. Did this represent him trying to flirt with her? She had the femboi bring them each another beer, and asked about alcoholic beverages on Nova Europa. This set him off on another meandering story about how nice things were in the old home town, and the local liquor: “Plum brandy, splendid stuff. We even brewed it for export, all over the North Continent and even to the South. Why, I still remember the first time that I tried it, on maneuvers with my Youth Army platoon and one of the boys had brought a couple bottles… my first time getting drunk and my first hangover too!” He laughed, and his hand slid further up her thigh, to the point where he’d be massaging her vulva if he went any further. Janice smiled at him, and spread her legs ever so slightly… she was rewarded by seeing his face flush and his eyes go glassy as if he’d abruptly had a bit too much of the plum brandy once again. She’d never considered herself much of a seductress, certainly never been trained in how to do it, but he was proving a ridiculously easy target. If this was the caliber of the opposition, then perhaps Federation Intelligence had less real cause for concern. Silly little boy… his hand inched forward, so his little finger rubbed against the crotch of her trousers. By the look on his face, he felt he’d attempted something particularly daring. She made herself smile at him:\n\n“How about we find a more private place to continue this discussion? I’m finding you… strangely exciting.” See if she could manipulate and seduce him, he’d be a useful source if she could pump him for information. She thought about sleeping with this enthusiastic fascist idiot, and found she hated the idea. But, her orders were to find out what the Nova Europans were up to and this would be a golden opportunity. And orders were orders… so she kept smiling.\n\nLittle Rudy smiled at her, beaming like someone who’d had substantially more to drink than he had.\n\n“I was hoping that you’d say that, Janice. I think this could be the start of something very pleasant. For both of us.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] After being stripped, shaved, tied up, and blindfolded, she waits for the next part of her humiliating punishment.
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"content": "After being stripped, shaved, tied up, and blindfolded, she waited for the next part of her humiliating punishment. \n\nMaria had always been a practical girl with few illusions. She’d had to be, after her parents died when she was young and the uncle whose family she’d been sent to stay with had proven to have wandering hands and a dirty mind. She’d been on her own at fourteen, and since she wasn’t inclined to marry some peasant brute that had rapidly meant the descent into prostitution. That had been before the war, and when the fighting came to Italy she’d done what she could to survive. Which had tended to involve fucking soldiers by the truck load. She’d slept with Italian soldiers, Italian civilians and Germans if they’d had the money. Now, well, now she was an easy target because of that. \n\nThe policeman who’d led the group that came for her and the other whores, she knew he’d been an enthusiastic supporter of Mussolini when the fascists had been on top. Now, now that the war was over, this man who’d helped deport the Jews was having the chance to prove his anti-Fascist credentials with a little more abuse.\n\nThey had taken the whores to the town square, and the mayor had read some impressive words about how these women were no longer Italians, they had betrayed Italy and were disowned by the country that they had betrayed. Maria had looked at him, and remembered what he’d looked like taking his trousers down, how he’d stumbled in his eagerness. Remembered the horrible flushed and grunting pig face he’d made on top of her in the throes of passion. Who was this rich bastard to judge her? She’d wanted to laugh until they’d gone to cut her hair. She’d learned better than to try to fight men, especially multiple men at the same time, but she’d wanted to fight or to scream. She hadn’t given them the satisfaction, and had held back her tears while they shaved her head. They destroyed her clothes when they stripped her, and she shuddered internally at the waste. They bound her then, and blindfolded her, and she wondered if they were all going to be shot. She’d seen a group of partisans shot in this same town square a few months ago. Even the Germans had had the decency to be uneasy with what they were doing then, although one of their officers had made a brief speech about why they were doing it… a policeman had translated for him, and she wondered if that policeman was here with the crowd.\n\nThey beat her and the other whores while they were bound, not a thorough or professional beating but terrifying since she was blindfolded and could not see what was coming. She heard some of the other girls scream or cry or plead for mercy, and she wept behind her blindfold but she bit her tongue and tried not to call out. Don’t give them the satisfaction. One of the men grabbed her breast and twisted painfully and she heard other man laugh as she winced. She felt a hand between her legs, fingers roughly invaded her body. Dry friction, the laughter of a male crowd. The beating was better than that.\n\nThey had knocked her down at some point, so they had to drag her to her feet for the next part. She heard the mayor’s voice again:\n\n“These whores betrayed Italy and fornicated with her enemies. Let us mark them with the mark of their shame.” She wondered what they’d use, branding? Tattooing? It came as a relief when she realized that they were using paint. She felt the brush and wanted to flinch or cry out in spite of her relief. God, she heard some of the other girls screaming as if they were being raped. Were they being raped? It didn’t seem like something that decent men would do in the town square, and these men certainly thought of themselves as decent. They were, in fact, in the process of proving that decency to themselves with the abuse they inflicted. Hypocritical shits.\n\nThe blindfolds came off then, and she got a good look. They’d painted an enormous swastika on her belly and her ass, she saw that the same had been done to the others. Some of them had had swastikas painted on their newly shaven heads as well. The mayor was flushed and grinning as he presided over the abuse like the devil ruling over hell. She was convinced that he was aroused by it all and wondered what he’d do about it without a whore to satisfy him. Would he go home to fuck his elderly wife? Maybe rape the maid or something? Sick bastard.\n\nThe mayor spent a few minutes further speaking on the subject of whores, treason and Italy. He seemed to have found a topic he could really enjoy. When he finally reached a stopping point, he had the whores brought across the square, to the spot where she’d seen the partisans shot. She wondered if she was going to die, decided she didn’t really care either way at this point. There was a small group of partisans waiting at the edge of the square, dangerous men with a collection of German and Italian weapons. Would they be the ones to kill her? They looked tired more than anything else, and the carnival atmosphere seemed not to affect them. The mayor gave a further speech, and presented the abused whores as a gift to Italy… he seemed to think that the partisans would want to shoot them.\n\nThe partisan leader was a grim man, fairly short with blunt peasant features. He carried a German MP-40 and wore a pistol and a nasty looking knife in his belt. He looked like the old government’s caricature of the partisan as a Communist bandit, and Maria knew instantly that this man had killed before, probably several times. In better circumstances, she would have found him dangerous… but also strangely attractive. He considered the mayor’s speech and offered a response on behalf of his men:\n\n“Thank you, mayor, for your contribution to the struggle against the fascists. While we fought the Germans who occupied our country, now that they have safely surrendered you fight the internal rot by abusing these women who you call traitors. Truly. You truly are a comrade in our struggle, at least as valuable to the liberation of Italy as the whole American army.” The sarcasm was laid on so thick that Maria thought no one could possibly mistake it, but the mayor managed. He puffed up even more than she’d thought was possible, and seemed on the verge of making some new speech when the partisan leader cut him off:\n\n“I think you’ve made your point thoroughly enough. Let’s send these women home now that they’ve had the sort of lesson no one could ever forget. Truly, I hope that ten years from now when people think of you as a mayor, this is what they’ll think of. Even more so than how you stood on the side while the Germans shot our comrades here.” The mayor seemed to finally be realizing that he was not being praised and seemed at a loss for words… but he complied, and Maria and the others were allowed to leave the square. As they left, she heard the partisan leader ask for food and some wine, his men were tired and hungry…\n\nShe wanted to thank him, but there really wasn’t a good opportunity. She’d go back to her room, bathe and clean up… and then she’d dress for travel and get out of the town as quickly as she could. She did not know where she could go or what she could do, but she had the definite sense that she’d be wise to be elsewhere soon. The war was over, but there’d be a demand for whores somewhere. She blinked away the threat of renewed tears. There’d be a demand for whores somewhere, she was sure of it. Even a whore with a shaved head."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Let me get this straight...you bet me in a game of poker?!"
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"content": "\"Let me get this straight...you bet me in a game of poker?!?\" Alice was stunned by this admission, almost horrified, but Robert only shrugged:\n\n“What else could I put up as a stake when things got going? You know I haven’t finished paying off my truck.” He cut her off before she could speak: “Besides, like I said – I won that hand. Made a fair bit off it too, so I don’t think it’s fair that you’re complaining.” He considered offering her half his winnings from that hand, but decided against it – it would have been a lot of money and he wasn’t sure that the offer would help. Her next question:\n\n“How much? How much was I worth to you?” Well, shit… \n\n“We agreed $5,000 but you need to know I think you’re worth a lot more than that! I was sure I’d win so I took what they offered.” She was frowning, her stunned expression morphing into an angry expression:\n\n“So you were so confident in your hand that you were willing to risk prostituting me without even letting me know what was going on?” God, she was so cute when she got angry – she was a small woman, barely five feet tall, and her pale skin looked good flushed with anger or arousal. Probably not the time to tell her that. \n\n“Would it have been better if I’d called you for permission first? I mean, I had four tens in my hand…” She took an incredulous tone:\n\n“Would it have been better if you’d called and asked me to put myself up as collateral for your bet? My body instead of your fucking truck or something? Robert, I got my LPN certification – I don’t even strip anymore, let alone do *that*.” She was proud of her degree, and had vague hopes to go further. He knew that, but he’d still made the bet. “Robert, who were you betting against?” He frowned, uneasy:\n\n“Alex. Alex D’Silva.” She knew Alex, had gone to high school with him. He wasn’t a drug dealer or a pimp or anything as far as she knew, he owned a couple fast food franchises and a car wash.\n\n“Alex D’Silva thought it was worth $5,000 for a chance to have sex with me?” A bit of a surprise, which Robert took as an encouraging sign:\n\n“Yeah. You’re that hot, Alice. Everyone thinks you’re hot, especially with your boob job.” Alice had gotten that boob job while she’d been stripping, and it had helped her make more in tips. She still liked the way she looked, usually, but… she was thinking of Alex D’Silva back in high school, wondering if he’d been interested in her back then. What would her life be like if she’d gone out with him instead of chasing a drug dealer five years older than her, who’d gotten her hooked then gotten her stripping? Robert had been a step up from that low point, but she wondered… she wondered, and made up her mind.\n\n“Fuck this. I’m going out.” He didn’t comment when she left, she knew he’d assume that she’d be back… and maybe she would be. Maybe.\n\n​\n\nAlex D’Silva had inherited a nice home from his parents, who’d been teachers in the local schools. He’d built an addition at some point since he’d graduated from high school, but the core of the home was the same. He’d lived there while building up his businesses and bought the place from his parents when they’d retired and left the small town he’d grown up in. Maybe it wasn’t a mansion, but in this small town in this part of the country, it was one of the better houses. She was sure he wasn’t married or she wouldn’t have knocked on the door. She was sure he wasn’t married or she wouldn’t have come. It took him a moment to answer the door and she almost knocked again. He looked a bit confused to see her in the doorway, he was wearing jeans and a polo shirt and she thought he looked nice… he was part Italian and part Portuguese so he had a Latin look to him, he’d been short and kind of scrawny in high school but had grown a bit since then. While some folks, like her Robert, had gotten a gut, he’d gotten muscles in his arms and shoulders. Did he work out? Not the question to start with. Right…\n\n“Alex, hi. It’s Alice, remember me?” He nodded, she continued: “Robert told me something today, about a poker game last night. I want to hear your side of the story, hear if what he said was true.” Alex shrugged, looked a bit embarrassed:\n\n“I’m not sure what you heard. Robert was doing poorly, was down nearly three grand. He wanted to keep playing, so when I started raising the stakes he offered you. We agreed that you were worth five grand and kept playing.” A pause, then: “He won the hand.” Alice felt a shiver going up her spine:\n\n“So, you thought I was worth five grand?” No response, he looked embarrassed and couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “Alex… would you like to date?” He met her eyes then:\n\n“Come in.” And she did.\n\n​\n\nHe was brisk with her, almost rude… if social norms apply when you’re tearing each other’s clothes off. He kissed her on the neck, and he was eager like a high school boy; she thought he’d be leaving hickies. His mouth followed the curve of her throat and he nibbled on her ear lobe. She gave a faint sigh at that moment, then they broke away. His polo shirt came off, and her top… he was awkward for a moment getting his jeans off, almost tripping as he kicked them off, but she didn’t mind. She wiggled out of her skirt and let him undo her bra. He went for the nipple the second it was exposed, taking it on his mouth… he played with the piercing with his tongue, and she gave another faint sigh, almost a groan… he was hard in his briefs, she liked how they were tight on his cock and how they were clean. That wasn’t something she could take for granted with Robert.\n\nAlice went to her knees and pulled them down to expose his cock. It sprang up to greet her, and she smiled up at him while she took him in hand and began to stroke him gently. \n\n“Someone is happy to see me.” He grinned, a bit of the grim intensity fading. She returned the smile and took his cock in her mouth, began to suck… it was his turn to groan, a fierce sound that excited her. Her hand reached between her legs, began to rub her clit. He did not grab her hair or try to face fuck her, which was good… he just let her work and admired her while she did. It took less time than she’d expected for him to cum, and he came in her mouth without warning. She flinched at the surprise and the bitter taste, but didn’t spill. She swallowed it all, and sucked for a moment longer after she had to make sure that she’d gotten it all. He groaned again, and stroked her hair and she felt so very damn sexy in that moment.\n\nA moment passed before she took his cock out of her mouth. She smiled at him and got to her feet:\n\n“So, was that good for you?” He responded with a bit less of a smile than she’d hoped for:\n\n“Worth $5,000 I guess.” Not quite what she’d been hoping for…\n\n“Alex, were you interested in me back in high school? Did you want to date me then?” It took him a moment to respond:\n\n“You were something special back then. Gorgeous girl, full of life and… and something I couldn’t describe. You really stood out, in this small town back then. Now… now you’re an ex-stripper with bolt-on tits and a tramp stamp. I’d pay five grand for this because of the memory I had, of when you were something special, someone special, but there’s no way in hell I’d date you now.” It was the worst thing anyone had ever said to her, it really was. Alice felt herself tearing up, felt that she wanted to vomit. She’d swallowed cum before, dozens of times, but the words he’d said made her feel like there was acid going down her throat. She blinked away tears, managed:\n\n“My tits aren’t bolt-ons. The doctor did a great job.” Addressing one of the least important points he made, but this was the only response she could make where she was sure she was right. He grunted:\n\n“Fine. You’re an ex-stripper with good fake tits and a tramp stamp. Points still stand.” She felt the tears starting to flow. His tone softened minutely: “Do you want the five grand? That would definitely be the most you’ve ever earned for a blow job, wouldn’t it?” She didn’t know what to say…\n\n“Fuck you.” Not a clear statement, but it made her feel better. She blinked away her tears and started collecting her clothes. “Fuck you for doing this to me.” She saw shame in his eyes… he’d probably just acted out a fantasy he’d had for years, probably since before high school graduation. But now he was realizing that she was still a human being, and that was adding bitterness to the moment. Good. Let him choke on that bitterness. Let him choke…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Reverse Power Dynamics
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"content": " - An elvish princess is kidnapped by orcs, planning to enslave her. Unfortunately, her blessing by the god of debauchery means that she has more than enough stamina to outlast the entire mob, and when they're all passed out on the floor, she's ready for more, so she hunts down their warlord.\n\n - A powerful cosmic sorceress, having spent centuries on epic quests in the Astral Realm, returns to earth, and selects a normal mortal as a lover, because she really doesn't remember what normal life is like and she needs a guide.\n\n - Your secretary knows you've been cheating on your wife. She has photos, and demands that you fuck her, too, or the photos will get released.\n\n - A cute little femboy teases a towering beefy barbarian with nothing but a feather duster and a smile.\n\n - The Witch's experiment has gone wrong, and she is now wedged in the ceiling of her tower. her dangling lower half is at the mercy of her assistant and familiar, who have a few things they'd like to discuss with her.\n\n - A teddy bear faithfully defends his owner from the monsters under the bed, and tolerates being dressed up for tea parties, and doesn't complain when he's dragged through the mud. Decades later, she finds him in a box of her old toys, and decides to sleep with him again. But with no need to defend her anymore, he decides to show his appreciation in other ways.\n\n - A schoolgirl dominates a tentacle monster.\n\n - A nun pegs an angel of the lord as penance for his egregious oversights."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] She really wanted to have phone sex with her SO. Unfortunately, he was stuck in meetings all day. Guess she'll have to make due with text messages.
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"content": "`Hey`\n\n Hey yourself. You're awake?\n\n`Yeah, couldn't sleep. This new shift is killing me. The curtain isn't blocking enough sun.`\n\n 😢 You have to be at work in 4 hrs. Can you try to get some more rest?\n\n`I'm tired but restless.`\n\n`I miss you 💗💗💗`\n\n 💖 I wish I was at home with you so I could rock you to sleep.\n\n`TELL ME MORE`\n\n wut\n\n`Tell me what you'd do to me if you were here.`\n\n>!*use your imagination*!<\n\n 👀 That's so hot. It's making me hard\n\n`*laughed at 👀 That's so hot. It's making me hard*`\n\n`I still got it.`\n\n You never lost it. I'm just sitting here trying to focus on a \n spreadsheet but I have to wiggle and adjust myself. Are you \n touching yourself?\n\n`Mmm yeah. Thank god for swipe keys. So tell me what you'd do to me.`\n\n If I found you like that, panties hanging on your ankle, \n I'd join you… no pants. I'd stroke myself at the door, \n watching you watching me. \n\n`You like to watch 😍`\n\n I'd love to do more. I'd sit across from you and put your \n thighs over mine so we could touch and touch each other. \n I want to hear your moans when I rub your clit with my thumb.\n\n`Fuck, I'm doing it`\n\n Do it for me, long slow strokes pulling up your wet creamy \n juices from your pussy, get your clit hard and wet for me.\n\n`ffffk I want you so bad`\n\n fuck, me too. I'm stroking under my desk just thinking about you, \n your fingers curling inside. Can you feel me? One, then two \n fingers pushing into your pussy. Can you take a third?\n\n>!&nbsp; !<\n\n 🌊omg you're so fucking wet. fuck. Those lips, I want to suck \n on your pussy and lick every last drop. You taste amazing. \n Suck on your fingers for me and see for yourself. No more \n touching, I want to pull your thighs until my cock is pressed \n against your hole. You look so hot, so eager to take it🍆\n\n`Give it to me I need it I wanna cum so bad`\n\n You're so tight, it's so hot and wet. I love you, I want to hear\n your hoarse moans in my ear, feel your tongue on my neck while \n I fuck you harder. It feels so good, your pussy squeezing my hard \n shaft. It's so fucking hot now, I can't breathe\n\n>!&nbsp; !<\n\n`I just came so hard 🌊🌊🌊 You did that to me, baby. Thank you thank you 👄👄👄`\n\n That's a beautiful sight. You're so hot when you're cum drunk. \n Feel better?\n\n`lots. I'm feeling sleepy again. I love you 💗💗💗`\n\n I love you more. Sleep well, and I'll see you at home later, \n when I can give you the real thing. XOXOXO\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] MILF/Teen prompts, likely seductive/powerbottom
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"content": "1. The Elven Queen has had her eyes on the human prince for years, and has finally managed to get the shy, adorable male to her palace for a \"visit\".\n2. The tutor promised her adorable pupil a gift for doing well in his classes. Wait... why is she lying on her bed in her underwear?\n3. A shy, young male falls asleep in the middle of the woods. When he awakens, he finds a beautiful dryad stroking his cock and caressing his cheek.\n4. A shy prince is forced into a political marriage with the single, childless, and older queen of a neighboring kingdom. He quickly finds it's lot more enjoyable than he assumed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Situations for a sexually inexperienced, sweet but dorky half-elf paladin?
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"content": "Finnegan passes through a village and helps out a local couple with a pesky bug problem. He's heard some of the other villagers allude to the fact this couple is into some kinky stuff, but sweet little cinnamon roll that he is, he doesn't understand what they mean. The couple is *very* appreciative of how Finnegan made short work of the bugs, ask him to stay over for dinner, and aren't particularly subtle about flirting with him. As it turns out, the husband has been a bit unhappy; his wife is a total domme, and he's happy to sub for her, but he's been wanting to explore his own dom side for a while."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] I have to keep the collar on at all times. If I take it off...
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"content": "A stupid bet that I made with my friend Jake resulted in me wearing a special made collar constantly. Jake is a good friend/neighbour of mine who's some kind of a computing science genius or something. He said that he had specially programmed this collar that will alert him if I ever took it off.\n\n\"So what happens when I'm wearing it?\"\n\n\"Nothing. Things only happen when you take it off.\"\n\n\"What things?\"\n\nJake smirked. \"You'll know when you take it off\"\n\n\"Whatever.\" I rolled my eyes and snatched the collar from him. At least he made the collar fashionable looking. I'm able to wear this collar with my clothings as per usual.\n\n\"Have fun!\"\n\nI gave him one last massive eyeroll before stomping back home. Whatever I'll prove to him that I'm able to withstand it.\n\nIt's summer and my friends have invited me out to the beach over the weekend. I was excited to go and get myself a new tan. Except... For that stupid collar Jake made me wear. I don't wanna get a collar tan line on my neck that's so ugly. Is he even serious that he programmed it? The collar doesn't seem to have any electronic device on it. I bet he's just lying to me so that he can laugh at me with that collar.\n\nI reached to the back of my neck and unclasped the collar. Nothing seems to happen. \"I knew it that goddamm OUCHH\"\n\nThe collar zapped my finger. Haha very funny Jake so your idea of something will happen is just a zap??? Middle schoolers can come up with better pranks. \n\nMoments later, there was a knock on my door. Jake grinned stupidly at me while i led him in. \"Ha ha very funny you've caught me\"\n\n\"Oh no, this is just the start\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Did you feel and electricity zap?\"\n\n\"yea I get it.\"\n\n\"The electricity zap actually sends signal to your brain neurons and *slightly* rewired them.\"\n\n\"Oh really like how?\"\n\n\"It now treats commands that other people gave you as something you have to do\"\n\n\"Oh really?????\"\n\n\"Sit\"\n\nHah this idiot think I'll sit? Yeah righ wait a minute, why am I sitting on the floor?\n\n\"Swing your arms in circle while shouting Jake is the best!\"\n\nWait wtf why am I moving my arms and shouting no I do not want to do that stop it.\n\n\"Talk dirty to Jake\"\n\nEww noo \"Jake do you know how wet you make me\"\n\n\"Do a striptease\"\n\n\"This is too much for a joke\" I said while sexily peeling off my clothes. I hate this feeling I hate it.\n\n\"Spread your legs\"\n\n\"Stop it Jake this is no longer funny\"\n\n\"Masturbate\"\n\n\"Omg JAKE YOU'RE BRINGING THIS TOO FAR. YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN A DISGUSTING CREEP BUT I NEVER KNEW YOU WOULD DO SUCH A THING YOU DUMBASS IDIOT.\"\n\nJake looks triggered by my comments. \"You've brought this to yourself\"\n\n\"Become a dirty mindless slut that only wants to fuck\"\n\n\"Omg Jake FUCK ME PLEASE MY PUSSY IS BEGGING FOR YOUR DICK\"\n\nJake pushed me down and ruthlessly pushed his dick in me. It was as thought my body has transformed into a body that only exists to please men. My pussy only gets wetter from this ruthless fucking and is strongly twitching down on his rock hard dick. My entire body feels like an erogenous zone that causes me to scream in pleasure whenever it is touched. I want to hate this. I want to push Jake away and scream for help but at the same time.... I want to push his dick deeper in me. I want to cum so badly it wasn't before long till I began to beg Jake to make me cum. \n\n\"No, not until I cum\"\n\n\"Oh god pleasee. I need to cum so badly ahh Jakeee\"\n\nJake continued on, as his dick so accurately hits my G spot everytime. I heard a loud grunt from him before feeling a hot flush of liquid filling me inside. Instead of feeling disgusted, I feel even more pleasure from being treated like a cum dump. \"OH GODDD YESS FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM AHH! I'M GONA CUM!\"\n\nI had the best orgasm I ever felt, I crumpled on to the floor, with a glazed and satisfied look over my face. What is going to happen to me now? Am I going to be a cock loving slut from now on?\n\n\"This is payback for all the times you've bullied me, you slut.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're very popular, because everyone knows that when there's a magical pest, you deal with it. You may be slightly less popular if anyone knew how, or what you do with them afterwards...
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"content": "The wizard Robert Karling had been a lifelong Narnia fan, so when he’d discovered a pocket dimension full of vaguely Gothic ruins, he’d dubbed it Charn after the home of the White Witch Jadis who’d made so much trouble for Narnia. He had a ring attuned to him so he could enter and exit at will, although he could only return to the same spot on Earth from which he’d last entered. It meant he had a home base perpetually available to him, a lair and laboratory… and a dungeon. That last part he did not emphasize to his friends on earth. He’d done a lot of the initial construction work himself, converting one of the most intact buildings into a home among the ruins. He’d acquired a staff for his base over the years, carefully choosing ghosts to bind in his service. It was possible, with great effort, to make ghosts corporeal – but their new flesh would be disrupted instantly by sun, moon or even starlight – indeed all sorts of celestial phenomena could cause disruption, so that the spell was next to useless on Earth. But his pocket dimension wasn’t earth, and so the spells could last indefinitely. Agatha Pope, an English governess who’d died in 1908, had been his first success. He’d bound her mind and soul to new formed flesh, and after he’d explained her situation and convinced her he was serious he’d declared her his housekeeper. It probably said something about him, that he’d created living flesh from nothingness and bound a dead woman’s soul into it so that he’d have someone to clean up after him and occasionally suck his cock, but he’d done stranger things to get off since then. She’d taken to her new existence remarkably well, which he credited to a combination of Stockholm Syndrome and a powerless mortal’s fear of a wizard’s power.\n\nHe had most people convinced he was a nice guy back on earth. He’d managed the feat of becoming virtually world famous within the select community of those in the know about the secret world of magic and monsters that hid in the shadows. He was very popular, because everyone knew that, when there was a magical pest or threat, he’d deal with it. A monster hunter, useful person to know. He’d be less popular if anyone knew what he got up to in his spare time…\n\nHe was coming home after completing a job in rural Nebraska. The ghost of a murdered hitchhiker had been acting up, trying to cause car crashes. He’d trapped her in a crystalline focus, eliminating the problem, and the local magical community had been grateful. He had decided against any sort of elaborate ceremonies, but it was pleasant to have Agatha greet him and take his hat and coat when he’d returned. She wore a dark brown Edwardian dress he’d let her pick out from a printed catalogue; he thought she looked pretty in the dress, with her dark brown hair tied back in an old-fashioned way. Good to have someone to come home to.\n\n“Well hello, Ms. Pope. I trust that you’ve been well?” A smile, he’d had to train her to smile but he liked seeing her smile…\n\n“Quite well, Mr. Karling. I trust that the expedition was successful?” Returning her smile, feeling his energy return.\n\n“Completely successful. How did you occupy your day?” \n\n“There’s always work to do around here, always something. This world may be dead and empty, but the dust accumulates just the same.” He grunted, nodded absently. Considered his evening plans.\n\n“I really will need to make you a permanent helper one of these days. As soon as we’ve finished curing you of your fear of cunnilingus, I’ll have to make it a priority.” He took amused satisfaction when she blushed at that, she’d been ridiculously easy to shock when she’d been newly raised and still adjusting to her new existence. Even now it was easy, and she looked so cute with her pale skin when she blushed. \n\n“It could be a while, then.” Said nervously, but it pleased him that she would joke about it.\n\n“Oh, I’m sure we’ll manage. Just think how much you’ve developed your talent for fellatio, I’m really still impressed by your improvement.” He was sure she’d be blushing completely red from the head to the toes, the way she looked away when he said that. But, he saw her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile… he was convinced she enjoyed most of the things they did together, and felt that she sought and enjoyed getting his approval. Maybe that was the Stockholm Syndrome, but whatever the cause he preferred to have a willing partner. Or at least, a willing primary partner who was sometimes willing to join him when he brought other partners home for the rough stuff. Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “It’s good to be home, even if I haven’t been gone for long. I think I’ll go to my lab first – but expect me to be ready for dinner in an hour or seventy-five minutes. I’ll be in the mood for a quiet evening, so you can wear that dress for dinner.” More smiles, acknowledging what he’d said and letting him know they’d have salmon for dinner. All very civilized."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was caught poking her nose in where it doesn't belong, and now she must face the consequences.
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"content": "Chloe Frazer was staying at Steve’s flat in London. \n\n“Thank you Mr. Villa. You don’t know how much this means. \n\n“No problem, Chloe. Let me know if you need anything. I’m gonna go get us something to eat. You make yourself comfortable.” Steve smiled as he walked out of the living room. \n\nChloe was temporarily staying at Steve’s place until her flight tomorrow out of London preparing for her next treasure hunting adventure. She had already turned on the tv but got curious instead and stared at a bag Steve had left on the couch next to her.\n\n“Hum, I wonder what this bastard left in this bag.” she said as she opened the bag. \n\nTo her shock and horror, she found rope, money, and a ski mask. \n\n“Wait a bloody minute. Please don’t tell me I’m staying with a bank robber....” she gasped. \n\nSuddenly Steve came rushing back in. \n\n“Chloe, I forgot....um I think you’ve seen too much.” he said as he pulled his gun out and she put her hands up. \n\n“Mr Villa, it’s not what it looks like.” \n\n20 minutes passed and Chloe was tightly trussed up with rope binding her arms and legs in only her white bra and panties. \n\n“So you think you can get one over on me Chloe Frazer. I know about you. You’re Nathan Drake’s sexy ex girlfriend. You’re pretty well known around her, at least underground anyway. \n\n“Of course I am perverted asshole. Bloody hell. What the living hell are you doing robbing banks, Mr. Villa? And why do you have rope? Do you always tie us ladies up?” Chloe responded as she struggled to get loose. \n\n“You’re running your mouth. You Aussie women like to yap too much. Fortunately, we have something to take care of that.” quipped Steve as he pulled out a pair of panties and a large black cloth. \n\n“What the bloody hell are you doing with those you perverted wanker? You wouldn’t dare?” Chloe demanded. \n\n“Let me gMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHH!!!!! “ she screamed as Steve gagged her with the panties and tied the cloth tin between her teeth.\n\n“There, that takes care of you. Now to get rid of you. Gonna go call some buyers for that sexy ass of yours.” Steve smiled as he spanked her ass and walked out of the room. \n\n“MMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHH!!!!!” Chloe screamed through her gag awaiting her fate. \n\n\nThis is inspired by one of Steve Villa’s videos on his Girls Next Door bondage website featuring porn star Madalynn Raye and Steve. All credit and inspiration for this story goes to him and his website. \n\nAnd yes, you can tell that I really love Chloe Frazer as a character in the Uncharted series. Apologies if this is late u/dwarfinator1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Space colonization is in full swing! If you apply you can get a parcel of land on a planet of your choosing. The only catch is you have to accept a harem of aliens to ease diplomatic tensions.
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"content": "&#x200B;\n\nNever ended up getting to any proper smut but I already put in the work so here you go i guess.\n\nJ.D was hyped. He knew that was a stupidly simplistic and childish way of expressing the empty pit in his stomach and the horrifying, glorious amount of possibility that he now felt rushing towards him. Having mad the initial decision, he had gone through months of planning. training, testing, research. All towards this final goal which was now just within his reach. It didn't feel real.\n\n The metal bench rattled beneath him as the computer announced that they had broken the atmosphere. He was really here. He'd really seen the last of planet Earth. J.D pulled the safety bar down, strapped himself to his seat and popped his gum shield in as did every other human rep as the rattling descent to their new home.\n\n \"Jones!\" He jolted to semi-consciousness at the sound of his name, his saliva covered gum shield sliding out of his mouth and falling to the floor. \"J.D Jones!?\" J.D raised his hand wearily as his vision returned to join his hearing. \"You're up first. Good luck soldier!\" J.D groaned and undid the clasps that had kept him in place as he blacked out upon entry. \"Don't call me a... ughh.\" He staggered to his feet, grabbed his pack despite his failing balance and managed to make it to the whirring bay door as it lowered, letting the harsh light invade the dim cabin. \n\n\"Go get 'em man.\" As the door continued to slowly drop like a futuristic drawbridge one of the other representatives right at the end of the row of seats extended a hand. J.D highfived his friend. \"See you in a few months I guess Tristan. Settle in fast so we can get that alliance or whatever together neighbour.\" The door continued to lower at a snail's pace. He could see the entirety of the sun where it sat in the sky through the gap now. It was disappointingly normal. \n\n\"Yeah man. looking forward to hunting dinosaurs or whatever it is we'll be doing.\" \"you're joking right? You... Tristan you read the research right? Do did your homework?\" \"Whoops, looks like you'd better go.\" The door dropped the last few feet and slammed to the ground, becoming a gangway. J.D hoped that Tristan had just been trying to make him feel better about his own level of preparedness but he didn't have time to check as he wobbled down the drawbridge into the new world. He closed his eyes for a second in the blinding light and took a deep breath. He'd been assured that the atmosphere was entirely liveable for humans but being the very first one off the ship, he couldn't help but be apprehensive. He felt fine. Well not fine, his legs were nearly going out from under him but he'd assume for now that that was an aftereffect of their entry and not any sort of gravitational weirdness. \n\n He'd spent most of the last year, (Earth year that is,) in preparation of this day so it'd such if the muscles he'd put all that extra time into couldn't even hold his weight that would suck. He let his bag fall to the rocky earth and swung an arm through the air. It felt fine, not too heavy. there might have been a tiny bit more air resistance. He looked around, there was no one to see but that was to be expected. His... assistants would be arriving at the LZ one at a time. Tensions between the groups meant that they'd all agreed to keep contact to a minimum.\n\n His strength returned to him as he waited and he fixed his hair.He wanted to make a good first impression at least. He'd said he wasn't a soldier but he was wearing a suit of body armour. Though the moon wasn't quite the wild west people back home thought it was, it didn't have the same rule of law Earth did. He wasn't exactly setting up a mini kingdom to defend against the alien hordes. But it didn't hurt to come prepared. Speaking of coming prepared...\n\nThe first one had arrived. The transport sped in a straight line, staying just a few inches above the ground as it approached J.D. A flat, thick, slab of some blue alloy, it curved it's trajectory and glided to a stop. It looked like one of those old, angular iphone. More important were it's passenger though. Four beings rode the slab like a magic carpet. Standing high was a white male in long grey robes with a simply patterned stripe of yellow triangles down the front with his arms aloft. When J.D said \"white male\" he meant WHITE. As in literally snow white, polished to a shine with light bouncing off his round forehead. Thick, dark strands clung to the back of it- his scalp as the face lowered to meet J.D's gaze. The eyes were black hollows with a few thin cracks around the edges. \"Let us be the very first to congratulate you mankind!\" J.D smiled awkwardly and raised a hand in greeting. \"Hi.\" \n\n On either side of the priestly figure stood what J.D assumed to be his guards. both had the same shiny, plastic like skin as the first. They were powerfully built with a long, large-headed spear in one hand and the other hand... shattered. One left and one right, they both had one limb that ended not in a regular hand, but a forearm shattered to pointed shards like a broken bottle. Was that deliberate? What the hell sort of physiology do they have where that is even possible? He forgot these questions as he set his sights on the last figure, and the only female one. Reclining sideways like some desert princess in her thin white dress, she met his eyes as the man continued. \"I have given my daughter the garments of your kind in order to give her to you!\" \"Okay.\" \"WE SHALL BE THE FIRST TO LEND ONE OF OUR KIND IN THE EFFORT TO ALLOW YOUR FLEDGELING CIVILISATION TO SURVIVE HERE, IN THIS GREAT WORLD WE CALL OUR HOME!\" J.D just nodded. The girl swung her pristine legs over the edge of the craft and hopped down onto the ground. As she alit to the dusty earth he noted that she did not have humanoid feet. The beings' legs terminated in tapered stumps which gracefully supported their weight like stilts. This unusual difference didn't especially worry him. He was just glad that she was as human as she was. After all, he had been assured that all the women were... biologically compatible... with humans."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Last night, you popped out of a cake... naked. Last night was your boss's bachelor party... attended by your co-workers.
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"content": "The SEO slides four fingers, two from each hand, into her asshole and aggressively pulls her hole apart. She yelps and groans as he stretches her ass, laughing and telling the others to ‘look’. “Yeah, fuckin’ gape her!” she hears someone say, Chris in marketing she thinks. The SEO spits in her open ass and lets go. She feels the full contraction as her ass closes a little. She moans and relaxes for a second before she feels something push through her asshole again. SEO shoves his cock in and pushes it all the way to his pelvis. \n\n“See, Ben, I knew she’d take it easy.” The SEO said, talking to my manager, Ben, who is currently having his bachelor party. “Get your dick out, man, this is your night and she’s all ours!”\n\n“I don’t know,” she could hear Ben say, “She works for me! I have to see her on Monday and I’m pretty sure that fucking someone is still cheating. You remember I’m about to get married?” She feels someone pull her hair and her head back with it, Justin, the accounting director, is standing in front of her face with his massive cock out. The tip is wet with precum and he mercilessly shoves it into her mouth and begins thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth and throat. She gags and tears run down her face. He laughs and fucks her mouth harder, slamming the head of his cock into her throat. The SEO is moving harder and faster as he fucks her ass, he grunts like an animal and says, “fuck yeah” over and over. She sees Chris move from the bathroom, lubing his cock, as he walks behind her. The SEO grunts and moans, his cock pulsating in her stretched and throbbing asshole. He pulls out and immediately another, mercifully smaller, cock slides in. She finds relief in the size as he begins fucking her ass, taking his turn in her. Suddenly Justin cums down her throat. His load is far more than she can swallow and she gags, coughing and moaning as cum pours out of her mouth and down her chin. She swallows all she can before noticing that Ben is in front of her now, with his cock in her face. She barely has time to get a full breath before he slips it between her lips.\n\nShe’d thought about fucking Ben for a month, now, ever since she got promoted to his department. She was only a little disappointed when she found out that he was engaged. She saw his fiance’ once, she was this tall gorgeous woman with long black hair down to her butt. ‘They look good together,’ she thought, ‘I’d still like to suck his cock at the office someday.’ Now he’s fucking her face, gripping her hair and slamming into her. Her nose is sore from smashing into his stomach as he rails her throat. \n\n“Fuck,” he moans, “fuck I need this… fuck. Fuck you Jessi.” Now he’s talking directly to her! She’s shocked by her name, the sound in this room of grunting sweaty men mocking her and humiliating her, her name cuts and stings, now. “Take my cock Jessi, fucking take it. I wanted to fuck you last week when you were in the lounge, sitting there with that white blouse, almost open. Fuck. I just wanted to bend you over that table…” he pulls his cock out of her mouth and walks away. Chris pulls his cock out and Ben shoves his in. He grabs her by the hips and shoves her, hard, into the floor. He begins to fuck her ass hard. Really hard. She groans and yelps as he plows into her, a wet ‘slap, slap, slap’ rings in the room as his pelvis and thighs smash into her butt cheeks. “Fucking whore, fuck.” he grunts and grips her hips, “Fuck yeah, Jessi, fuck yeah…” he sighs and pulls out.\n\nShe’s still laying on her side, on the floor, cum dripping out of her asshole onto the motel room carpet when everyone leaves, except Ben. She doesn’t think anyone noticed he stayed. He closes the door behind everyone and crouches down to her. “You're not going to tell anyone right?” he asks quietly. She shakes her head ‘no’. “Good. Here’s the thing, we’re going to keep doing this with you. I’m going to bend you over that breakroom table and fuck you. They will too. You’re ok with that?” She nods ‘yes’. Ben touches her ass cheek and she presses back into his hand. As he quietly leaves he says, “Room is paid through tomorrow.” and closes the door.\n\n“Hey, Jessi, I need a favor.” Rebecca leans over the yellowing linoleum countertop in their apartment, her tank top falling a bit letting her tits almost fall out. ‘It’s a fucking art form, knowing just how much to show without giving it all away,’ Jessi thought staring into Rebecca’s cleavage. “We can talk about your bisexual urges later. What are you doing this evening?”\n\n“Nothing. Coming home, shower, play a game. Sleep, repeat.”\n\n“Sounds great, I need you to pop out of a birthday cake for me. I double booked this job tonight. It’s simple entertainment! You pop out, say “CONGRATULATIONS” and throw a sash over the guy. Do a little dance and then you go. No big.”\n\n“Fuck. No.” Jessi says, walking away.\n\n“No wait, you did this shit back in college, yeah?”\n\n“No, I did weird door-singing-delivery, it never involved something so physical. I wore stupid costumes and read the lyrics.”\n\n“It pays big.”\n\n“Fuck. Fine.”\n\n“You’ll be wearing this.” The woman holds up a silver leotard. \n\n“That looks WAY too small for me,” Jessi says, comparing it to her body. “My tits are bigger than this whole thing.” The woman laughs.\n\n“It’s stretchy.” She pulls on it to show her. “You’ll fit. They all do.”\n\nThe cake is dark and warm. Jessi thinks she could fall asleep in there. The leotard is incredibly uncomfortable. She checks her light-up clock; ‘45 more minutes?? Oh god I got in way too early. Fuck these snaps.’ she thinks and undoes a couple of the buttons. The pressure is released and she feels better. Suddenly she hears people talking and a few singing. Then the code word, SURPRISE, is yelled. Jessi has no time and panics and pops up from the cake top. “CONGRATULATIONS!” She yells but gets no reaction. The room of ten guys are staring at her and suddenly smile. Jessi looks down and sees the shimmery leotard on the floor of the cake. ‘Fuck, wrong buttons, I knew that released too much pressure.’\n\nShe’s being helped out of the cake, her hand accidentally brushes someone's crotch, another hand is purposefully pressed against a growing cock in trousers. She’s on her knees in the room and the guys are all gathering around her, talking and laughing. “You’re Jessi, right, from the office?” ‘Oh shit. That’s the SEO and Ben, and…’ Suddenly the SEO is crouched down in front of her, talking low and fast, “I’ll pay you six grand to fuck us.” He smiles. Her heart is pounding and her brain is telling her that she needs the money. She nods ‘yes’ and the SEO smiles.\n\nJessi sits down in the breakroom with a cup of coffee. It’s been a long shitty day and her head is pounding. The sun is setting. It’s amazing on the seventeenth floor of the building. She can start to see herself in the reflection of the window. She notices someone at the door behind her and turns. The SEO is there, his cock is out and hard. His huge beautiful cock. This is the fifth time in as many days. She smiles and sets her coffee cup on the table and walks over to the window. He comes up behind her and lifts her skirt. Her panties are in her purse back at her desk. He shoves himself into her sopping pussy. She pushes back against him, taking him further. He begins fucking her, and her fucking him. She moans, watching him take her through the reflections. She smiles and moans even as he begins to jackhammer her. It’s not pleasurable, the way he fucks, it’s dominating, it’s aggressive, it’s fucking without a thought of her. He cums hard and deep inside her and stuffs his cock back in his pants. “Stay” he says, panting, and leaving the room. Jessi puts her back to the window and slides down to her knees. Three more coworkers come in, stroking their cocks and smiling. Jessi smiles and opens her mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for some creative/unorthodox prompts involving Mind Control and/or Transformation
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"content": "In order to deal with her stress and anxiety, Woman goes to a 'hypno-therapist' on the recommendation of a friend. Little did she know that this hypnotist specialises in sexual control and hypnotic domination, and they hypnotise there 'clients' to find them more clients. (Therapist can be whatever gender, hypnosis can be however you like, realistic (with implanted suggestions and subtle triggers) or complete control, hope you like it!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Punishment [CC]
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"content": "Fucken hell, this was brutal...and brilliant. More evidence that the best shit on this sub (or Reddit in general, for that matter) goes largely unnoticed. I don't usually dig 2nd person narration, but I think it fits this story perfectly. Also, I think dialogue is a definite strength in this piece. You used it nicely for both character development and exposition. Overall, this is a really cool story."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While you were on vacation, you thought it would be fun to pretend you were a high-priced call girl. You didn't expect anyone to test how committed you were to the bit...
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"content": "Jane Darling. That was the fake call-girl name she was using. She considered Jane Doe, but thought that would be too obvious.\n\nShe liked the sound of it, too. Jane Darling. It made her sound like the classiest whore on the west coast-- like a cocktail dress and string panties, like gold jewelry and a leather choker. Like a James Bond lady, or a femme fatale assassin.\n\nShe owned all the clothes to pull it off, too. Being the CEO of her company, she could afford the look, and she could rock it too. She had worked her ass off for her company and she had earned a summer vacation.\n\nIt had been a spur-of-the-moment decision: she had left her phone at home when she left for vacation, so she wouldn't be disturbed, but picked up a cheap smartphone so she could make calls while she was there. With the freedom of knowing nobody could reach her that she didn't want reaching her, she decided to do something fun. She'd made an anonymous posting on one of those shady craigslist rip-offs, providing her new phone number and pretending she was a call-girl. She took pictures, careful to tie her hair up and crop her eyes out of the images.\n\nShe'd gotten a few calls, actually, and had great fun with them: answering the callers, talking about her prices, only to turn them down completely when they tried to haggle with her. It was thrilling.\n\nThen, she'd gotten the big one.\n\nCaller ID disabled. She answered.\n\n\"Hello?\" she'd asked, in her sultry new voice.\n\n\"I'm calling after a Jane Darling. Is she there?\"\n\nThe voice on the other end was a man, for certain, but there was a husky rasp and a baritone that made her breath hitch. She hoped he didn't hear that.\n\n\"Speaking,\" she replied, maintaining her composure.\n\n\"Saw your ad,\" he said, by way of explanation, \"What's your rate?\"\n\n\"Four-hundred dollars, I'm all yours for an hour.\" She grinned. She felt like such a slut, but it was intoxicating. She was just waiting for him to try and haggle her, so she could chew him out and hang up. She could hear him whispering something, but it sounded like he was doing the math.\n\n\"Alright, alright. Tell you what, darlin': Five grand, you cancel your plans and spend the night with me. Deal?\"\n\nHer skin prickled with goosebumps. She was going to turn him down, of course, but the idea. The *implication* of spending twelve hours letting a man use her like a plaything-- and getting paid five grand? It was like getting a whiff of 12-year-old whiskey knowing she couldn't drink it. The sense of denial was ecstasy.\n\n\"Mmm,\" She made it sound like a moan, \"I don't know about that,\" she pouted for effect, though she knew he couldn't see it. \"I don't mean to be impolite, it's just-- cancelling on my other appointments like that seems like awful form...\"\n\n\"C'mon,\" He drawled, and she thought he sounded like some kinda gangster, enough so to make her giggle. \"I'm all alone in this big penthouse suite. I just want a little company. Dinner, in a restaurant. Drinks on the balcony. Like a date.\"\n\nShe could swear she felt her heart hit her ribcage. Five grand, free dinner, and a night in a penthouse. This was slowly turning from a roundabout kind of prank into a serious consideration. She was going to \"Honey, I'm flattered, but it sounds like you could have any girl you wanted.\"\n\n\"I'm trying,\" he growled, \"but you're playing hard to get.\n\nShe bit her lip. Was she really considering this? Was she really going to be a man's arm-candy for five grand? She could just say it. Say no.\n\n\"Let's say you're serious about this.\"\n\n\"I am.\"\n\nShe could say she got a better offer. She could tell him she wasn't a call-girl-- she could just say NO. Why was she considering this? Why was she about to whore herself to some guy with five grand to blow on a fake date?\n\n\"Where do I find you?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To promote body positivity and self confidence, the university randomly selected 10 students to attend school in the nude for an entire year. Emily was one of these students, and she was not pleased.
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"content": "Body Positivity\n\nEmily was absolutely furious when she found out she was one of the first students to be picked for the dumbass body positivity campaign. The university told her about it two months before the start of that school year and she spent that whole time trying to find a way out of it. She didn’t manage to find a way out. She had been randomly selected along with ten other students to stay nude whenever on campus for the whole school year. Seeing as though she lived on campus that meant she would barely wear a stitch of clothing all year. She was a pretty modest girl and she got worried that once she read about the punishment program for covering up for any reason besides physical safety. It was a three strike system with opportunities for forgiveness but if you hit three strikes expulsion was an option. This would be her third year. She had gone too far to get expelled now.\n\nSo that’s how she found herself out of options and hauling her bags into the dorms buck naked that year. Thank god she convinced her parents not to help her move in again this year like they had years before. She hated the feeling of those dad leering at her as they helped their kids move in. The mom’s all gave her looks of disgust, but what the hell could she do?\n\nEmily felt a little shamed from the few extra pounds she had packed on. Within the first few days she had heard more loud whispers about her fat ass or her one tit that was practically a cup size bigger than the other one. She did take pride in the compliments she got on her long flowing brown hair. It almost went down to her as and she loved it. \n\nOf course the only thing that managed to make things any worse was the “presentation” rule. She had to present herself to any student that asked to see her more closely. Luckily they weren’t allowed to force sexual contact without her consent, but as she quickly found out that was hard to enforce in crowded places. Leaving her larger lecture classes meant she would get her ass grabbed or some brazen people tried to slip a finger in her cunt while she was walking in those kinds of crowds. So she started to wait behind until the crowds dispersed and found herself getting guys demanding she present herself to them in a mostly empty lecture hall. That almost always led to her standing naked (as always) in front of a male student who wildly jacked off trying to shoot before the next class came in. \n\nOnce it was her Physics Professor and she realized that if kept quiet about him being extra creepy he would make sure she got an A in the class. Mostly he just grabbed her or fingered her for a bit but when she had a particularly bad score for one test she put her pride aside and went to his office hours. She managed to get him to change the score but she had to let him rub his dick between her thick thighs. Afterwards he jerked off onto her stomach and sucked on her tits. \n\nOf course she felt even worse for the guys. When they had to present themselves people kept asking to see them get hard. She had gotten to be friends with Dylan, one of the five guys selected for the Positivity project. He was black so a lot of the girls wanted to see how big he could get when hard. It’s not easy to get hard on command when you're busy doing some unsexy school work. So, Dylan got his hands on some Viagra and popped on a day for a week. He walked around with a throbbing erection all week. Of course Emily had to ask him if she could touch it and she did right in the cafeteria. It gave her such a thrill stroking his cock in front of all those leering eyes. Of course she didn’t make him cum there in the cafeteria. Dylan said that felt like a dick move to the workers that would have to clean it up, but since she asked him so politely Dylan let Emily try to take his whole cock on the commons just outside the cafeteria. \n\nEmily couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t had sex all school year and seeing Dylan thick black cock hard all week pushed her over the edge. She got on her hands and knees in the grass of the commons and took what she could of the throbbing cock. A crowd of students formed around them and camera lights flashed, but Emily didn’t care once Dylan got pumping and used her long ponytail as a handle. \n\nAfter that strangely enough, she had guys coming up to her asking her out on an actual date. Not just trying to finger her in public. She took a few guys up on their offer but she warned them that if they dated her she expected them to go naked on campus too. Most guys ran when she gave them that ultimatum, but not Rod. He met her challenge and started going naked around the campus too. Of course Emily was surprised he even asked her. In her mind he was way out of his league. He was tall tanned and a completely toned athlete. It also turned out he was very well endowed and a show off, so the end of Emily’s fall semester and most of her spring semester was filled with stories of him talking her into public sex. \n\nThey fucked everywhere on campus except in either of their rooms. Of course the time that almost got them in trouble was the time they attended one of the school’s football games and fucked in the stands. There was talk of ending the Body Positivity Program then and there but they were bound and determined to finish the year with it. Emily decided to use her exhibitionist hunk and they went to nearly every sporting event that year. Emily started to joke that Rod’s cock was the new school mascot. It really did give her a thrill knowing that the school was getting pissed off with this mess they made. Emily and Rod showed up and fucked while cheering for nearly every school sports team at least once. Though she did regret trying to fuck at a hockey match.\n\n By the end of the school year she and Rod had broken up. It wasn’t really emotional or anything for her. He just wanted to fuck other girls in public too and she thought she had come pretty far walking around naked and fucking in public. She did not feel like having an open relationship on top of that. So the last few months of the school year were pretty quiet for Emily. Everyone was now focused on the fact that Rod was trying to get as many different girls to fuck him in public as he could. There was heavy talk about ending the Body Positivity program by the end of the year so Emily decided she wanted to end the year with a bang so she convinced Rod and Dylan to join her on the front lawn President of the University’s house since it was considered part of campus. She felt pretty fulfilled having a devil’s threeway on that lawn, and some of Rod’s girls he had been banging across campus showed up when Emily was done. It turned into hours of people fucking on his front lawn.\n\nThe next year they discontinued the program but they kept nudity as an option on campus property. So, Emily showed up dressed most of her senior year… except when her grades needed a boost. \n\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Gloomy Sunday
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"content": "Great story, u/unfortunatemole! The gentle femdom with the collar and leash is a lot of fun and something new to me. Establishing the narrator as in a bad way sets the tone for what follows, which works really well for me. I appreciate the little details in your writing, for example:\n\n> I desperately wanted to dive in, to push those creamy thighs apart and lap at her clit and the delicate folds, the gates to paradise.\n\nYour descriptions paint the picture of this relationship being loving and kind, but also a bit kinky.\n\nI had to look up what CBT was, so it could be helpful to not use the acronym unless I'm way out of touch and that's common.\n\nAnd the use of the word \"spring\" in this sentence confused me:\n\n> Her juices flowed over my face like a spring and I lapped at her pussy, the desire to fulfill her growing stronger with her rewarding moans.\n\nI was thinking spring, like a wound piece of metal, not a water spring. Something like this would be clearer, to me at least:\n\n> Her juices gushed over my face as I lapped at her pussy, the desire to fulfill her growing stronger with her rewarding moans.\n\nHope the feedback is all right, as this is my first time giving some specific pieces. I would honestly enjoy reading more about this couple and how they got to this point in their relationship and where it goes from here."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Hank is so tired of being called a "mother fucker." He's adopted, so it's not technically incest. Hannah is a little upset that her son doesn't consider their bond strong enough to be that deplorable. She also feels that "mother fucker" and "horny little bastard" are just dirty talk.
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"content": "Hank's door swung open, softly striking the wall. Hank didn't glance up from his seat, already knowing who it would be. \n\n\t\n\"How's my little mother fucker doing?\" she giggled, sauntering her way over to him. She wore nothing but an apron, cinched beneath her breasts to accentuate their bulk. Her arms wrapped around him, his head resting just below her breasts.\n\n\t\n\"Hannah, I asked you to stop calling me that...\"\n\t\n\"And I asked you to start calling me mom,\" she retorted, massaging his shoulders.\n\t\n\"We're not blood related. And if I did call you mom, wouldn't that make this...\"\n\t\n\"Very messed up?\"\n\t\n\"Exactly.\"\n\t\nShe reached down, hands sliding down his chest to his already hard crotch. He was aware of her breasts pressing into the back of his head.\n\t\n\"But isn't that half the fun? Knowing we shouldn't but doing it anyways...\" she cooed.\n\t\n\"I guess...\"\n\t\nShe opened his fly, taking his cock into her hand and gently stroking.\n\t\n\"And how can you not consider me to be your mom? I've been taking care of you since you were a baby!\"\n\t\n\"And fucking me since the day I turned eighteen,\" Hank added bluntly.\n\t\n\"You know you like it.\"\n\t\n And she was right, Hank could never turn her down. Weird dirty talk aside, she knew just how to get him off...\n\t\n\"Just admit it, you're a horny little bastard who likes fucking his mommy...\"\n\t\nShe stroked faster now, eliciting a gasp. \n\t\n\"Mom! Cut it out!\"\n\t\n\"Mmm, progress.\"\n\t\nShe kissed his neck, whispering as she did.\n\t\n\"Call me mommy again, please. I just want to hear you say it. Admit how wrong this is, please...\"\n\t\nHank was so fed up with her dirty talk, but if he played along... She had him trained like one of Pavlov's dogs. Obliging made him feel gross but excited, hating the dirty talk but eagerly anticipating what came next. \n\t\n\"I'm your little mother fucker,\" he whispered back. \nShe chuckled. \n\"Good boy,\" she replied, \"Would you like your reward now?\"\n\n\"Yes, mommy.\"\n\n\"Mmm, I'll make this extra nice for you...\"\n\nShe spun the chair around and lifted her apron up, giving him a full view. She was ready, a single droplet falling from her sex. Gentle hands guided him inside, breasts pressing into his face. His breath was hot against the fabric, uneven gasps leaving his face hot as she rode him, his cock plunging in and out. She knew just the right speed, just the right rhythm, to make him cry out in pleasure. He couldn't stand up to this assualt, and soon he came, biting his lip to stop from screaming. Hannah stood up, his seed dripping down her inner thighs. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. All he could manage was to lay back and pant.\n\n\"You did good, my little mother fucker,\" she giggled.\n\n\"Hannah...\" Hank groaned.\n\n\"You'll learn to like it one day.\" \n\nThat day made be coming soon. Despite his annoyance, her words left him half-hard. Just like one of Pavlov's dogs, he thought."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's time to play the distraction game! Our beautiful Challenger has to try to answer as many questions as she can, while our male contestants try to keep her "distracted" in any number of "stimulating" ways
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"content": "Sarah, the busty redhead, walks towards the host of the show with a big smile, \"well Sarah, are you ready for the final round? You and Jack are tied for the first place, so you can opt in for a \"distraction bonus\", what do you say?\"\n\n\"I will take it!\" She exclaims, bouncing on the balls of her foot excited to get that money. \n\nThe host took a moment to admire her breasts jiggle in her top before grinning, \"that is good,\" he states before beckoning Jack to him, \"you know what to do now, dont you Jack?\"\n\nSarah watches in confusion as Jack takes a position very close behind her. So close that she could feel his warm breath on her. \"Um what....?\"\n\n\"He is the distraction. Now let's start, first question, what is big round and feels good to squeeze?\" The host asks.\n\nSarah opened her mouth but all that came out was a gasp as Jack pressed himself against her, his hardening cock pressed against her ass while his hands reached to the front and grabbed a hold of her breasts.\n\n\"What are you -aaah-!\" She let out a moan as Jack found her nipples and pinched it through her top. \n\n\"Second question, what is white, warm and salty?\" The host asked, bot beating an eye.\n\n\n\"Stoppppaaahh-\" Sarah cried out as one of Jack's hand pushed into her pants and under her panties and found her pussy before plunging knuckles deep into it without any hesitation.\n\nShe looked up to she the cameras pointing at her red face as she was groped and fingered in national television. Her family, her friends, everyone would be looking at her. \n\nAll of this was building up in her, the thought of thousands and millions of people watching this was turning her on even as she struggled to get away from his grip. \n\nThe host had paused his questioning to look at her struggling form as well as the positive reaction they were getting from the audience. He was definitely getting a raise for this new idea, he thought as he watched Jack, the ex porn actor play her like a fiddle.\n\n\"Now for the last question, if you don't answer this too, you will be punished by being made to be a maid for Jack for a week. Do you agree?\" He said.\n\nSarah couldn't even let out a word of protest as Jack's fingers expertly found her g spot and started to assult it with his full concentration. \n\n\"I will take your moaning as affirmative. Now for the big question, what is long, hard, curved and comes in all colours but bigger when it is darker?\" \n\n\"I-i- i'm cuuuummmmiinnngg\" Sarah shouts as her knees give out, Jack's hold on her was the only thing preventing her form falling out of the camera's view. \n\n\"That is the wrong answer.\"\n\nTurning to the camera the host smiles, \"That is all for today America. Tune in next Sunday for \"will you come?\". Goodnight.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In order to be at full power, a mage must fully embrace personal expression. This includes expression of fashion, personality, *and* sexuality...
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"content": "Through the narrow lancet window I could glimpse a sliver of the land that was at stake: an expanse of dull, sickly green, stretching all the way to the horizon, countless acres of swamp and bog. A lay baron would turn down a free gift of this fetid country, but an adept in the know would kill to claim its treasures: hidden sites where ley-lines tangled and power could be drunk like water; malevolent things that roamed the night waiting to be bound to service; onyx-feathered fowl whose entrails foretold the intentions of Fate; roots in the shape of man, which could be boiled into potions that clawed back years of lost youth.\n\nAnd the opportunity to kill for it had come. The territorial dispute would be settled by means of magical duel. A ridiculous choice on the part of the backwater humans who clung to this land and further proof of their inborn stupidity, but terms which we had eagerly accepted. No spellcaster from these sad, sodden towns could stand against a champion of our Order. None could contend against one such as I.\n\nI felt little pinches and tugs about my shoulders. My attendants were making sure that the black robe, which had the Order's twin sigils embroidered in silver on the front, sat on my body perfectly. The trappings of our appearance had struck fear into our rivals for over two hundred years. Sometimes the battle of the mind was won before the magic was even flung. Perhaps it would be thus once more. Perhaps not. It would not matter.\n\nStill, the attendants' fussing was becoming tiresome. The Order had assigned me these two, formally to serve as my seconds, a man and a woman, dressed alike in charcoal surcoats and black tunics and trousers. They might have been siblings for how similar they were. I did not know their names, which caused surprisingly little difficulty, and I would not remember their pale faces when our task was done. They were forbidden to speak, and there was little need for it, at any rate. All this was well-trodden ground.\n\nMy one regret was the smallness of it all. Whatever pitiable hedge wizard the locals put up, I expected to blow them out like a candle. It would not merit so much as a scrawled footnote in the chronicles. A proper opponent might have served to burnish my legacy. There were only so many of these encounters to be had in a champion's career; however skilfully one might wrestle against time, nobody lives forever.\n\nThe male handed me my staff. I curled my fingers around the enchanted ash wood, and it felt pleasant in my grip, cool to the touch, a familiar cue of concentration. Meanwhile, the female attendant circled to the front of me, holding the mask in her hands. She lifted it to my face, and for a moment the world was darkness with two bright eye-slits, until they grew to become one and the same as my eyes. I felt the quickness of fingers at the back of my head, the mask being tied and the hood being drawn forward. It was time to go.\n\nWe ended up in a small field of brown, root-rotten grass under a grey, indifferent sky. The air smelled of recent rain. A few observers loitered at the edges, under the gnarled trees, keeping smart distance from the wizards' duel. The opposition were running late, which was fine by me, though I would have resented it if they forfeited. Once built up, anticipation of battle lingers as a palpable, nearly-physical ache until it is discharged.\n\nWhen they did show up, they were not what I had expected.\n\nA bizarre-looking man marched out of the treeline on the opposite side of the field, flanked by two female companions. He was of middling height, blond of hair and beard, and there was a slight manic brightness to his eyes. Despite the chilly weather and the pregnant clouds overhead, he was almost naked, his body bronzed unnaturally, with tattoos of gilt snaking their way around his torso; an inscription on his abdomen read 'Get IT here' in the runes of an eldritch tongue. Red tassels hung from tiny golden cones attached to his nipples. Velvet chaps, a scarf, and a cummerbund completed his attire, none of which garments served to conceal his massive manhood, which he had elected to leave to swing free as he walked.\n\nThe women beside him were more plainly attired. One was pale, ashen-maned, dressed in black leathers, and possessed of a somewhat surly expression. The other, with short dark hair and a darker complexion, appeared more serene, almost lost in thought, as if there were no battle ahead. She wore a commoner's tunic and hose and carried a small lyre in her hand.\n\n\"Oh, no,\" my opponent groaned when he saw me, still far enough to be out of ordinary earshot - but then my hearing is not ordinary. He looked pleasantly crestfallen to discover what he was facing.\n\n\"Still willing to go through with this?\" he asked of his companions. \"Everything as we agreed?\"\n\n\"When I say I'm in, I'm in,\" answered the woman in leathers. She stared us down with a curl of her lip.\n\n\"Don't worry, Lenric,\" said the other warmly and gave her instrument a strum.\n\nAnd that was the first strange thing. While my seconds went forward to meet his ashen-haired attendant to exchange requisite formalities, the enemy wizard began to dance to the music of the lyre. He was not a particularly skilled dancer, but he leaped and turned with vigour, and ducked down to punch the air with rapid uppercuts. It was one of the stranger pre-fight rituals I had seen.\n\nStill, it made no matter. For my part, I stood perfectly still, gauging the prevailing conformations of latent magical energy. I could sense the power contained in the wetlands under dispute, even from here. The prize would be ours in a matter of minutes.\n\nAt last, my opponent ceased his cavorting and came up to greet me.\n\n\"Well,\" he said, rubbing his hands and meeting my gaze with his overbright eyes. \"Foes though we might find ourselves today, there is no reason to shirk courtesy. I greet the illustrious champion of the Order! My name is...\"\n\n\"Your name does not matter to me,\" I cut him off and raised my hand and my staff. \"Defend yourself.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "My life is over!" Barely three days into college, and a sex tape of you is already making the rounds through campus. From the looks they give you, not only the students, but the professors, and even the JANITORS, have all seen it.
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"content": "As I walked around in the campus, I heard people talking behind my back. It was an omnious silence when I looked up. \n\nThe janitor looked at me in a very cheap way, he stopped brooming the floor and came towards me. I was scared and sweating, his hands squeezed my breasts firmly, I led out a shriek \n\"No\" \nBut his hold grew even more tight. He smelling stinky, I hated I was alive, I hated I was a girl. \n\" Come on girl! Show him your real titties.We know you are a slut\" Someone said from the corner of the corrider. \nAnother janitor walked towards me with a evil smirk. I resisted to get my boobs free but he turned me around, and another man pushed his head in my pussy. They were enjoying my body and hurting me with thier long nails. \n\nThat evening there was a concert I had to attend to after class. I stood far from the crowd slowly forgetting the event that happened in the corridor. \nSuddenly I felt a hand slid up my skirt and cup my sensitive area. I couldn't move, I was paralysed at the moment. The concert was on and from where I stood I could the heads bobbing up and down. It was very dark where I stood. I didn't want to be noticed. But I had no idea that cursed fate would follow me there. Someone was trying to finger me and I didn't do anything. I was tired of making everyone understand that I wasn't a slut that I was a person like them. Now the rubbing grew faster and faster and I was about to explode when I felt the hand leave my panties. I didn't even get a chance to cum. \n\"Now it's your turn to suck me\" \nA manly voice came from my behind. I dared not look up at who the man was. I sat down and turned my face towards the man's penis. He pushed himself in my throat and clutched my hairs, \n\"Come on now girl, it's getting late\"\nWrithing in pain I moved back and forth on his cock, barely catching a breath. He came within me and he had me eat all of it. \n\" That's my girl, come here next Tuesday\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone knows that catgirls mate for life. So no matter what Yuki will comeback to you since your her first mate, but she is so hot people are offering you insane offers for a night with her. She will do whatever you want but you need to be there and watch. How much is it to rent her?
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"content": "\"Heey Yuki... uh, you remember Sebastian?\" \"Hmm? Your friend from work?\" She stretched with a little groan before sitting up properly and looking to her mate and the slightly bigger man behind him. \"Oh! Hi Sebastian!\" Kevin turned and glanced at the slack jawed man hovering awkwardly behind him who was staring silently as Yuki extended each of her limbs in turn before rolling back onto the plain couch and arching her back as she continued her stretch. Completely oblivious, she went on all fours and leaned back, jutting her ass back and reaching her hands out in front of her. Seeing the girl contorting and lifting her rear end for him to see, Sebastian tugged uncomfortably on the crotch of his pants and shuffled.\n\n \"Uh, yeah. that's him... listen, you like Sebastian right? He's nice?\" She sat up and crossed her legs beneath her, looking up and considering this question. \"He's okay I guess. He stares at me a lot.\" Kevin coughed awkwardly. \"Uh yeah. Well, like i've told you before. Men tend to uhh, really like looking at you. And they like thinking about what it would be like to... mate... with you.\" Yuki tilted her round head to the side and looked at him quizzically. \"They want to be my mate?\" Her soft grey hair hung loose around her round face, hints of darker black spotted throughout her pale mane which was punctuated by two triangular ears. \"But you're my mate. They don't even know me.\"\n\n \"Yeah, well...\" He looked back at the anxious Sebastian. \"I guess they heard from me how much fun we have together, and I told them that since you were so nice I was sure you'd be fine with me letting them try you out for just a little bit.\" Her big grey eyes seemed to grow even bigger for a moment and she pouted like only she could. \"But I don't want to stop being yours. I don't even know that big guy. I wanna stay with you.\" Kevin was getting a little exhasperated. She tended to deal in absolutes, it could be tricky to explain concepts that clashed with ones sh'ed already accepted. She wasn't unintelligent., she just had a pretty different mindset to most people.\n\n \"No. look, you wouldn't stop being mine, okay? Not even while he's...\" He looked back again to make sure Sebastian wasn't getting impatient. He was visibly shaking a little with nerves. he doubted he was about to risk this by complaining that Kevin was taking too long. His eyes were locked on her, as they had been since he entered the room. She was dressed casually, for lounging around the house. Tight grey shorts, a little darker than her hair with stripes down the sides accentuating the firm but soft curves of her ass and a black croptop that cradled her soft, round breasts without the help of a bra. \"Look. it'll be like he's visiting. Basically, my friend... a lot of my friends actually, really want to play at being your mate just once or twice and because you're soooo good, Sebastian here is willing to give us a bunch of money if you just have some fun with him instead of me for a little bit.\" \"But you'll go away and he'll be my mate.\" He sighed. He hadn't planned on leaving her alone with him anyway. \"No. Tell you what, I won't go anywhere. I'll stay right here if you just pretend he's me this time it'll make me really happy. Would you do that for me?\" She nodded sulkily after a moment. He smiled, relieved. \"Good girl. I'll make it up to you later, I promise.\" She slouched onto the couch, her tail fluffing up in a way that let him know she wasn't entirely happy about it. But if she was willing to even tolerate other guys every now and again that would be fine. He didn't exactly want her to get attached.\n\n \"It's fine...\" Sebastian took a tentative step forward and Kevin nodded him on tenseley. \"It's just pretending.\" Sebastian took another few steps and suddenly he was standing over her. She looked up from where she was draped over the couch, seemingly indifferent to his presence. \"You wanna move to the bed Yuki?\" Kevin aked from where he'd positioned himself a few feet away in a wooden chair. \"Nah.\" She flopped over so that she was now laying sideways along the couch rather than sitting lazily on it. \"You heard her. Just go for it man, she's ready.\"\n\n\"Oh. Uh, yeah. Okay. Cool.\" Sebastian was visibly sweating as he reached down tensely. He couldn't believe this was okay. That he'd actually won the lottery like this. That he'd be able to get a piece of what he knew Kevin had on tap. She reacted only with a look of mild annoyance as he got a fistful of her breast through her shirt. Was he grabbing her too hard? was she gonna hiss at him? Either way it felt incredible. Now he'd overcome his reservations about touching her for the first time, he took full advantage of the opportunity he'd been given. Quickly getting his pants and shirt off he climbed on tio of her, she finally started showing some effort in participating as she peeled off her top, exposing her phenomenal breasts but even if she'd just laid there and waited for him to be done, this would've been worth every penny. He helped her peel off her shorts as she wriggled out of them the feel of his hands sliding over the surface of her skin in that one motion fulfilled a million fantasies. \n\n Her soft, perfect thighs were pushed to either side as he started and slowly, her legs curled around his waist as he began desperately fucking her. Gradually small noises began escaping her as well. Not performative or restrained. Just honest little gasps and moans as he poured every moment of lusting after Kevin's live in cat girl into his movements. Kevin watched, relatively unaffected if a bit awkward as Sebastian pounded Yuki. It was interesting to see her flesh jiggle and bounce from this angle. He'd filmed her before but it was different in real time, a new perspective. Sebastian didn't last long as was to be expected but after a short refractory period in which Yuki just rolled over, sticky white mess still covering her chest as it was pressed to the couch cushions and watched the TV, they were back at it, with Sebastian ramming her from behind now and trying to find a way to somehow use her tail as a hand hold. Eventually he figured out to toy with her ears which provoked a much stronger reaction from her as she mewled into the arm of the couch, being filled repeatedly with a wet slapping noise in time with her own squeals. \n\n She turned her head and locked eyes with Kevin while she was penetrated. They were watering a little but she kept them fixed on his as her instincts drove her to push back on Seb's dick, driving him to fuck her even harder. Okay well, now Kevin felt just a little bad about this. It wasn't as if she wasn't happy to do whatever she asked, and this was the first time he'd ever asked her to do anything to earn her keep since she moved in but it still felt a little shitty. \n\nSeb finished for the third time that day as she continued to hump him desperately, her breeding instincts kicking in to the fullest extent, even if it wasn't Kevin. \n\nHe'd buy her something nice later. She'd earned it. And the rest of his friends would want to come around once Seb blabbed to everyone so there was that to plan ahead for as well."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Anything involving Futa on Female, I feel like those stories are lacking on this sub.
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"content": "This is actually a sequel to my story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/fxz5d5/wp_tt_on_your_eighteenth_birthday_your_best/), though you can read it on its own readily enough\n\nI also wrote it for [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/gsy17j/wptt_wake_your_cute_girlfriend_up_with_breakfast/) prompt, but it fits both.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\nI woke up to feel fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, stroking against my g-spot, just as a hot, lively tongue started to lap at the head of my cock. The overload of sensations wrenched me out of sleep and into squirming in pleasure.. My heavy breasts shifted and jiggled on my chest, as I writhed under my girlfriend’s early morning ‘surprise’. “Claire!” I called out, my voice creaky with sleep and pitchy with shock, “Claire, it’s too much!”\n\nClaire just giggled, as she closed her lips around my head and started to gently suck. She eased off a little with her fingers though, pulling them back some, slowly rubbing around my clit with her thumb, as she started to take me all the way into her mouth, quiet sucking sounds coming from her, as she began to bob her head.\n\nEver since we’d started doing it with each other, Claire had gotten really good at oral sex, no doubt from having a futa girlfriend who she was all-too-ready to practice on *constantly*. She licked and sucked at my cock, while fingering me, and I was sleepily moaning out loud, before I realized that the people in the next hotel room over might hear me and tried to quiet myself. I was still mewling and shifting around under her, my long legs moving to wrap around her, my thighs getting tangled in the sheets. I started to grope at my own breasts, my fingers finding my nipples already stiff. My hair was wrapped around my face, and I had to shake my head free to see anything but a wall of blonde.\n\nI craned my neck, and Claire was looking up at me, making eye contact, even as locks of chestnut hair fell into her face. She sped up again, both on my cock and on my clit, and I instantly threw my head back, unable to stop myself from giving our neighbors a wake-up call. I heard her giggle again. She was racing to make me cum, and I was already close to the edge. She rubbed her tongue back and forth, underneath my cock, just where the head met the shaft, and I involuntarily started to buck my hips toward her face. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I burst in her mouth, cumming like a geyser. Claire held the head of my cock on her tongue, sucking and gently bobbing her head, as she gulped down my cum. She jacked me off into her mouth with one hand, while she fingered me with the other, forcing me to pump every drop into her waiting mouth. She was moaning herself, her eyes rolled back and closed in bliss, as she swallowed. She was a total cum addict.\n\nI came for what felt like forever. When I finally ebbed off, she kissed the head of my cock, licking it clean, as she did, and she licked her lips, as she smiled up at me. “Mm… Breakfast in bed!”\n\nI laughed, weakly, still catching my breath. “I actually feel like I can smell breakfast food.”\n\n“You can!” she said, before she crawled up energetically next to me. She reached over and picked up a tray from next to her side of the bed. “I ordered room service!”\n\n“Oh my god!” I said, as she handed me a warm, fluffy English muffin stuffed with bacon, cheese, and a fried egg, “Sometimes, I’m glad that you’re a morning person… Only sometimes though.”\n\nShe laughed, as she took a bit of her own breakfast sandwich. I could smell butter and maple syrup in the muffins, along with everything else, and the rich mix of sweet and savory was amazing, coming together in layers, as it melted across my tongue. Claire snuggled up to me, as we ate, her small breasts brushing against my arm. I couldn't stop noticing them. I always seemed to stay so horny around her! I was pretty sure she was doing it on purpose, too…\n\nHer phone read her a text, “Text from mom: I hope you and Kimberly are having a good time on your trip,”\n\nClaire swallowed her last mouthful of muffin, licking a bit of syrup from the corner of her mouth. “Text Mom: Me and Kimberly are having a really, *really*, good time. Like, *really*, good.”\n\n“Ohmigod! Don’t text her *that*,” I said, suddenly blushing, even as her phone repeated and sent the text.\n\n“What?” she smiled broadly, licking her teeth, as she climbed over onto me. “We are having a really good time, aren’t we?”\n\n“It’s your mom!” I said, sighing, my embarrassment forcing me to look at the ceiling.\n\n“She gave you a box of condoms, Kim… I think she knows!”\n\nI sighed, “I know she knows, but… *y’know*...”\n\nClaire giggled again and kissed me, leaning down on me, our tits squashing together. Pinned under her, it was easy to forget how much shorter and more petite she was. She always felt so *passionate* now.\n\nI could feel her thigh starting to grind against my crotch… and she could feel me starting to get hard.\n\n“Mm… what’s this, then?” She reached down to my crotch, finding my pussy wet and warm. Her small fingers spread its slickness over my shaft. With her other hand, she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a contraceptive film. Her eyes locked with mine, smoldering, as she inserted it into herself. She kissed me again, as she lowered herself onto me. Our tongues wrestled desperately with each other, as I felt myself slide into her warm, tight depths.\n\nHer mouth tasted of maple and maybe a hint of my cum. We made out, as she started to ride me, my hands roaming over her body, while she used one arm to hug herself to me and the other to feel up my tits. She slowly bounced in my lap, rolling and bucking her hips, grinding herself against me, as I tried to meet her motions. We had slow, easy sex, simply enjoying the closeness, feeling each others bodies and basking in the intimacy of it for what felt like forever, before I felt her pussy start to quiver with the first edge of an orgasm. She milked me, as her climax shook through her, and I came inside her, pulsing what felt like a pint of cum deep into her body, pumping her totally full.\n\nWe had sex again in the shower, before we came out and got dressed for the amusement park. I slipped into a cropped red tank top and a red bodycon miniskirt with some sneakers.\n\n“You could have gotten dressed faster if you didn’t put panties on,” she joked, sipping a smoothie.\n\nMy bra straps were showing, but only a little. I adjusted my panties to make sure everything was decent. “I like to match my panties to my bra, it makes me feel put together.”\n\nShe shrugged. “Then don’t wear a bra and match your panties to that!” She was still trying to initiate me into the sundress-and-nothing-else club, of which she’d been a proud member all summer.\n\nI tied my hair back into a thick ponytail, “You’re going to end up flashing someone, you know.”\n\n“Is that a promise?” she asked, smiling cheekily, as she leaned me back against the dresser, resting her chin on my breasts. I could feel myself blushing.\n\nIt was going to be a great day at the park.\n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\nComments and feedback welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: His Mistress beckons him to Her bedroom to try out a new toy...
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"content": "\"You sent for me, lady Selandra?\"\n\n\"Aye, I did Saedin. Come closer, wont you? Your master has something interesting to share with you.\"\n\nSaedin, the young human servant currently sauntering with a gait that exhibited both intrigue and uncertainty, made his way towards his lady and master, the Duchess of Thelrantiir, Madam Selandra DeLufourd the fifth. Saedin was a simple man, if he could even be classified as one. He was of eighteen years of age, and held the necessary equipment... but his effeminate stature, girlish face and light feminine tone did little in regards of alluding his biological sex. One could easily mistake Saedin as a young girl, if chance had chosen to cloak him in women's clothing.\n\n\"Into bed with me... come, come.\" Selandra beckoned, patting the expensive silk sheets. \"No need to be shy.\" Her dark skin was an exotic contrast to the snowy white fabric of her night gown, as well as the creamy gold of the bed sheets. Her black hair cascaded long past her shoulders, reaching her plump backside and nearly hiding the blades of her lengthy elven ears. A smile grew gently upon her face as her subject inched closer, before finally climbing into bed.\n\nSaedin scratched his pale, thin neck, nearing the base of his fiery ginger hair. The majority of his locks were bound up into a ponytail, and they fell upon his narrow and lightly freckled shoulders. A blush sprouted upon his cheeks, as well as a smile. He did quite enjoy the lady's company. Beautiful, kind, and having shown nothing but warmth and hospitality for him and his commoner family. So graceful and generous was she that the he had no quarrels paying the price for her protection of his relatives: satisfying her sexual urges.\n\n\"What is it that you desire I see, m'lady Selandra?\" Saedin inquired as he crawled close to the dark duchess. Her gentle mocha digits glided across Saedin's healthy white thighs before slowly sliding towards a box adorned with jewels.\n\n\"A most delightful magical charm I had procured upon my last visit to the Nymphani Isles.\"\n\n\"Wasn't that some time ago, m'lady?\"\n\n\"Yes, over a month or so. I had been so busy as of late, I'd nearly forgotten about it... but recently I came across some time to spare... and an opportunity to study this deceptively simple ring.\"\n\nSure enough, the item within the box was the most plain of rings. A small gold band with no other truly notable features. In between her index and middle finger she held the band.\n\n\"The effects upon me this ring creates are most intriguing. Care to hypothesize just what it does, Saedin?\"\n\n\"I could not even begin to guess.\" Saedin admitted, scratching his soft, hairless chin. Saedin had no idea where to begin. He had no knowledge of the true magic arts. He held only the stereotypes of the arcane from fantastical story tomes that rest within the castle library.\n\nSelandra smiled. She said nothing as she began to inch her right ring finger through the band. She pushed the ring as far down her finger as it would painlessly reach. \"Watch closely.\"\n\nSaedin would've kept his eyes upon the ring for all of eternity if Selandra had not begin to groan and pant. She clutched the sheets under her, grinning while trying to stifle her husky moans.\n\n\"Lady Selandra! Are you alright? What is that ring doing to you?\" The human servant leaned forward, reaching for the ring. It was exacting some sort of force upon his mistress! He must stop this wicked event before it progressed further!\n\nBut his hand never reached her fingers, nor the ring. Lady Selandra huffed, out of breath and sweating while holding Saedin's wrist in her palm. Before Saedin could react in any fashion, down she guided his fingers. Towards her nethers, towards the undergarments of the pure and gorgeous duchess.\n\nSaedin was dumbfounded. Amazed. Bewildered.\n\nThe servant's hands were wrapped around a thick, meaty black shaft. It twitched in his delicate hands, its heat radiating through his digits. He could feel the bumps of veins surging softly.\n\nThe ring had equipped lady Selandra with a penis. Just above where her sopping wet pussy doth lay, a tall rod did stand erect, accompanied by a shaven ballsack.\n\nSaedin couldn't look away, his master's magnificent new toy stared him down. He knew what he had to do.\n\nWith no resistance, her cock vanished into the tight, damp cave of the boy's mouth. Selandra equipped a surprised face, not expecting her servant to be so ready and willing to take such a monstrous 8-inch cock into his body. But this was the outcome she hoped for, and with it coming to fruition, she was fully intending to make good use of his sudden hunger.\n\nSome strange, carnal force pushed Saedin to gobble down her entire rod, or at least try to. The novelty of this strange new sexual act he had never experienced, the lasting want... nay, the need to satisfy his lady however possible... perhaps just a simple and pure affection for her. Something brought out a fierce determination to drench her fat black dick in his saliva. To moan and sigh with glee at each new record of her length down his throat. To feel her cool smooth sack upon his chin when he finally secured her entire length inside his throat.\n\nSelandra groaned with elation as her climax approached, her first erection becoming her first ejaculation. Hot cum splashed about in Saedin's throat, funneling down into his esophagus as Selandra kept her hands pressed against the boy's head. Her first fore into this new sensation too sweet and succulent to let go. Only when Selandra's cock could spurt no more did she let go of her servant. \n\nBut Saedin din't draw of completely. He slide off of her only enough to breathe, catch his breath through his nostrils and swallow the cum that remained in his mouth.\n\n\"Haaa.... see now? What a delightful bauble...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Twisted parents discuss how proud they are of their perverted kids.
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"content": "My daughter is a textbook PAWG. We even nicknamed her “Slut Butt” because she only ever wears thongs and her ass-crack is always hanging out. It has been this way for her entire teen-years. Her grandma complained once, “look! Her pants don’t fit!” And I told her to bite her tongue because my sweetie wears whatever she wants and likes to look sexy! She finished high school this year and I was pleasantly surprised to see her yearbook: I’d thought “Slut Butt” was just a pet name we used at home — but it turns out all her classmates call her that, too!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] [TT] Bondage Based Challenges
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"content": "Feel free to do which ever prompt tickles your fancy:\n\n1. (if your up for an FE related prompt) During a rousing game of truth or dare, F!Byleth and Shamir are challenged to escape from some strict bondage, while also being magically vibed. First one to get free / hold out longer before the other orgasms gets to do as she pleases to the loser. If they draw then the two of them will simply be left tied up for the rest of the night.\n\n2. To spice up what was shaping up to be a boring weekend, two roommates decide to get kinky with some BDSM, and to determine who the dom and who the sub would be, they decide to settle it in smash!\n\n3. (If you don't mind a continuation to an old prompt response of yours.) [The Lyn and F!Byleth cosplayers from the kinky anime convention wind up getting a bit competitive over who the better Dom is](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/e0sg1b/pm_what_are_some_interesting_occurrences_in_an/fqsgces/?context=3) much to the enjoyment of their subs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Kinky M/M prompts
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"content": " - The Ballboy for the Football team has a remote vibrator in his ass. The team promises that if he can find which player has the control, they'll give it back to him.\n\n - Toas Tahu and Kopaka have a tense rivalry, but after a fierce battle, tending to each others' wounded bodies, something more blooms. (Yes, really. Bionicles. having biomechanical sex.)\n\n - A priest attempts to drive a demon out of a parish-goer. With his penis. but the demon has other, tentacular plans for the pair of them.\n\n - A scavenger wandering the post-apocalypse wasteland has no trade goods to pay the mutant cannibals' toll to let him cross their bridge, but he has another idea. It's sex. He's going to suck their weird mutant dicks.\n\n - A wizard's apprentice must harvest the semen of a monstrous demon prince imprisoned in the caverns below the tower. The demon prince takes a liking to him.\n\n - Normally, my boyfriend can't keep up with my libido, but he's learned a secret technique to split into as many clones as he wants, and he's using them to turn the tables.\n\n - A cute dainty femboy rogue finds his towering beefcake of a warrior companion tangled in a bondage trap, and takes the opportunity to get even for how the warrior treats him.\n\n - Early one morning, Geralt returns from a mission to find Jaskier drunk in the town square, loudly singing off-key about Geralt's inhuman sexual prowess. Jaskier somehow drags him into an alleyway for a quick fuck before the city wakes up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wild Fictional (aka EU) Characters
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"content": "She had been missing and presumed dead for years, with the forest gaining the reputation from her disappearance. \n\nThat is until you found her while walking off the usual trail (it would be more apt to say that she found you though). With no family members left in town to return to, you are tasked with caring for her and helping her get readjusted to living in society again until a biological relative is located... after all she does seem rather attached to you.\n\nLet me know if this is too specific/dosen't fully fit the prompt, I had the idea and thought it would be an interesting take."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) A young woman and her younger brother get captured by a group of horny dryads while out in the woods.
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"content": "The fog was thick. In every direction, an innumerable fleet of mist particles permeated the air. Like a sandstorm, it blinded young Miles, though it offered the cool and gentle brushing of disembodied moisture than the hot, dark scraping of gushing dust and dirt.\n\n\"Miranda? Where have you gone? Captain Stenna? Anyone?\"\n\nMiles did find himself alone, separated from his sister and the rest of the escort team. His only company the horse he rode upon. Sweat and mist drops coated his face, making wet his young, developing visage. While eighteen years of life, Miles was somewhat of a late bloomer, and displayed still the boyish charms of his yester years.\n\nUpon his comely countenance, a grimace of fear. He'd far since lost any sense of direction. He stood in place, wary that his direction was incorrect. And yet he thought that any progress in any direction is progress to be sure.\n\nHe just didn't know what to do. His sister was the rock, a source of wisdom and confidence from which he drew upon. He had no inkling of an idea in regards to what action he should take.\n\nJust as he was about to shout the names of his traveling companions, he heard an eerie collection of giggles and the vague form of a woman behind a tree. The fog slowly began to let up, but his vision was still fairly obscured.\n\n\"Miranda? If this is your idea of a joke, it isn't funny.\" Miles, dismounted his horse, determined to face Miranda head on and scold her for her latest prank, one that was, Mile's point of view, in poor taste. As he got closer, he could see the familiar shape of his sister's gorgeous face.\n\n\"Miranda, you jerk! What if was actually lost in some random forest? How would mother and father react to my disappearance, or quite possibly, death? This has to be, in my opinion, your worst prank yet! One in terribly poor tast-\"\n\nSomething not in poor taste met Mile's lips, and invaded his mouth. A tounge darted past his lips and began grappling sloppily with his own, filling his mouth with the fresh taste of mint. \n\nMiles was caught off guard. Often Miranda would weasel into forgiveness from her jests with physical affection such as hugs. But this was further than the two had ever reached.\n\n\"I'm so sorry Miles... wont you ever forgive me?\" She teased, licking her lips.\n\nDrawing away with refreshing minty breath, Miles covered his mouth. \"Miranda! What in the world...!\" He couldn't even begin to list why what they did was wrong. His face burned hot pink from embarrassment, while his eyes shimmered wide in astonishment.\n\nThe woman he kissed was his sister. She looked like her, sounded like her. Had that birthmark under her left breast. But the bouncy golden hair he once knew was replaced with a cloak of leaves. Bright vibrant green leaves that glimmered softly with moisture from the mist. Atop her head a wreath of beautiful blooming roses. Those blue eyes were now a soft purple. \n\nHer royal garb was nowhere to be seen. Vines and leaves encircled her legs up to her thighs, the feet upon them imitating heels. Small flowers sprouted over her nipples, and vines stretched over upon her nethers.\n\n\"Finally, a male!\" Miles heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him. Turning around, there were more. More... leaf-cloaked women who wore nothing but flora. One of them resembled Captain Stenna, with her angular eyes and scar upon her cheek. Curious and lustful stares from all around lay upon Miles.\n\n\"What... what is going on? Miranda? I dont understand!\" Miles frantically gripped Miranda's shoulders, fear beginning to set in before Miranda softly cupped his face with her gentle, aromatic palms. She guided his mouth to her breasts, where the flowers and vines retraced to show her bare pink nipples.\n\n\"Calm now, little brother. There's no reason to be scared. Your sister is still here. She's simply a servant of Mother Nature now.\"\n\nMiles was frightened, but couldn't bring himself to struggle. The aroma drifting off of his sister was too intoxicating. It was a familiar mix of her favored perfume, and a natural floral scent of lavender. The mist leaving what seemed like drops of morning dew upon her soft, pinkish skin. And not to mention the sweet sap oozing from her nipples.\n\n\"Drink up.\" Miranda smiled softly, cradling his head against her breasts as the other dryads drew closer. \"Oh, he's cute.\" Some fingers and vines began to grab at his clothing, softly tugging down the hem of his pants.\n\nHe hesitated, trying to stop his tounge from reaching the substance... but he had to taste it. It was sweet and thick like honey or syrup. Before he knew it, he was suckling upon her teat, greedily slurping every centimeter of her areola for that delicious sap.\n\nToo occupied with his naturally flavored beverage, he had yet to notice his clothes were now missing. His pants and underwear were torn away, and his dress shirt torn open, exposing a fit, if rather pale and hairless chest.\n\nFingers glided softly over his bare chest, petals from the women's leaf sleeves dragging softly along as well. Miles, bent over with his face and hands buried in his sister's tits, gasped as he felt finger sidle down and gingerly grip his prick. For what maturity failed to offer him in burly looks, it compensated, granting him an impressive shaft for his age.\n\n\"Oh my... I had idea young master Miles held such a weapon...\" The floral being Miles knew as Captain Stenna remarked with a chuckle. Seconds later, Miles felt the slimy warmth of a woman's mouth easily engulf his entire cock.\n\nMiles, who had yet to lay with a woman, and was only taught the rudiments of sex, groaned and clenched. Already he shot his load of fine white seed down her throat. Stenna eagerly drank his cum straight from the source as his crotch softly bounced upon her face, his shaven sack tapping her smooth chin.\n\nSomeone else's tounge invaded his ass, the taster snaking into his backdoor much to his surprise. One last hard spurt of jizz coated Stenna's gizzard, much to her glee.\n\nHis lips sticky with sap, Miles sat up to face his sister head on, and dived in for a smooch. His hands still kneading her breasts and slathered with sap.\n\nMore of the women circled around Miles, giggling softly and reaching out to caress him. Some planted their heavy, sap-leaking nipples, she-cocks and slits upon him.\n\nEveryone was to get a turn, as impatient as the were to greet the young lord."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thankfully her face was hidden inside the gimp hood. But the Dominatrix in front of her was Definitely someone she knew from her daily life.
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"content": "The sheath of rubber that enveloped all of her head, save for the short, brown ponytail that escaped its restrictive grasp and two nostril holes, was *almost* entirely debilitating to all the senses of Grace's face. Her sight seemed forever lost as she could do naught but gaze into the black latex, and the ball that had been strapped in her mouth before the application of the mask reduced her mouth to being useful for nothing more than muffled moans and a constant stream of drool. With how the careful, skilled fingers played with her bound body, one slowly closing in on an exposed nipple as it leisurely swirled closer and closer to the hardened bud, the sounds she made in response to this delightful, thrilling torment were nothing more than that of pure lust.\n\nThough Grace wasn't concerned with what the sounds of *her* mouth. Even through the impeding rubber covering of her ears, she could still make out the distinct, recognizable voice of the one who used her so *damn* well. It almost felt wrong on some level to know that her domme was *Kate*, her slightly reserved roommate who had always spoken with an uncertainty made clear through her subtle stutter. \n\nBut Kate had not tripped over her words once as she filled her submissive's ears with sensual whispers. Those silvery words attributed to the woman that had somehow become so much more seductive when the woman was adorned in leather, latex, and a dominant air. The bound woman would squirm and tug against the restraints keeping her to this X-cross as a gentle massage of her breast was accompanied by a comforting reassurance of just how exceptional of a sub she was, reveling in the gentle treatment that Kate bestowed upon her. The domme would ask if she was ready for a bit of punishment for being so darn cute, and of course there'd be a delighted acceptance of the whipping upon her body and the pinching of her most sensitive areas before the gloved, healing hands would return to rub and mend her wounds.\n\nAs much as it felt like a type of... of deception, for it to only be known one way between this anonymous exchange of who was who, how could Grace deny how good... how right it felt? She'd always adored Kate's cute face, the verdant eyes hidden under a square set of lens or the freckles scattered beneath upon her rosy cheeks. There was no way Grace could ever confess those feelings bubbling up within her, let alone what she would've wanted the shy woman to do to her thereafter, but from nothing more than moans it had all come to fruition. So desperately did she want to stay in this moment forever, being nothing more than putty at her crush's fingertips to play with...\n\nA muted gasp escaped Grace's mouth as she finally felt those rubber-covered hands begin to slide down her body. Her muscles suddenly tensed as a finger brushed along her clit, throwing her head slightly up and back as her eyes uselessly closed beneath her mask. Though she futilely began to pull and tug away from Kate's touch, she wanted nothing more than for the woman to continue to tease her, for her to delicately torment her with the sensations, make her *beg* for relief through all the layers that obstructed her tongue. But disappointingly, the touch began to fade away, and Grace could only barely make out Kate fiddling, playing with something else, something...\n\nThe buzzing that suddenly came against her body was far more intense than that of Kate's fingers. Skilled as she was, the domme maneuvered the wand with ease along Grace's body, sometimes holding it only a millimetre away from her body before pressing it hard against the sensitive region while notching the device up a level or two. It was only a matter of time before a finger began to explore the innermost areas of Grace's body, only for a second to join it as they began to engage in a thrusting motion, with one hand still expertly maintaining the sensations of the vibrator. Her thumb switched the wand up to it's maximum setting, as her thrusts began to quicken to a remarkable pace, as Grace bit down hard on her ball gag, unable to hold it in... any... longer..!\n\nWith a wave of sensual ecstasy over Grace's body came the proof of it on her domme's gloved fingers. She breathed heavily underneath the mask, desperate for any sort of rest and recovery she could find through heavy inhalations of oxygen, while Kate simply smiled at the sight of her first task being quite the success. Of course, there were always personal traditions for the domme to follow upon such an event...\n\n\"I have a bit of a... ritual,\" the sweet, soothing voice of Kate began, as her fingers not coated in Grace's liquids began to near the submissive's head, \"where I'd like for you to taste *yourself*.\"\n\nGrace's heart dropped at this, and the feeling of her hood being loosened, pulled and tugged at. Of course the ball gag would need to be removed for that, and that requires no other obstructions, including-\n\nHer eyes reflexively closed as light entered her irises for the first time in ages, which had the side-effect of missing the shocked expression on Kate's face. She did a double take between her submissive's face and the mask she just removed, as if she was trying to confirm that the woman underneath *really* had been Grace. As her eyelids finally began to part, Grace winced as she looked upon her domme, sharing an awkward silence that really, Kate could only be blamed for not filling.\n\nThere were a few started sentences that were abruptly cut off, a few heavy breaths before she finally got something clearly out. \"I-T-This is just... weird. N-Not just the coincidence, but the fact we... we know each other and-\"\n\nHer attention was turned away from her words towards the constant muffled speech that Grace had been yelling into her gag with. \"O-Oh, sorry... I guess you should probably get a voice in this too...\" Awkwardly, her hands reached around Grace's head, undoing and pulling away the trapped rubber ball from between her teeth. Her hand instinctively reached to massage her submissive's jaw, before it was quickly pulled away for other reasons.\n\n\"Ah--thanks... You were saying it was weird but... I think it would only be weird if we tried to go back to normal.\" Grace said, slowly bringing her eyes up to Kate's.\n\nA confused expression came over Kate's face. \"W-What exactly are you implying..?\"\n\n\"I don't know about you, but I always thought you were the cutest roommate I'd every had. A-And honestly, this exact event is the type of thought I fell asleep to only to continue in my dreams... I-I'm not the superstitious type, but for all of this to happen coincidentally... that's like... destiny, isn't it?\"\n\nThe silence between them was filled by Grace's continuation. \"Do... do you like me, Kate?\"\n\nThe domme's gaze suddenly rose from the floor towards Grace's eyes. She slowly walked towards the bound woman, not breaking that direct eye contact until each pair had to close as Kate leaned in, kissing Grace directly on the lips. They continued for an eternity until Kate finally brought her still wet hand towards Grace's mouth, finally concluding the domme's ritual as the submissive greedily sucked the liquid for Kate's fingertips. Kate gently massaged the sore chin of the once-gagged woman, before her fingers began to close in on her chin to ensure that they were looking directly at each other once more.\n\n\"Of course I do.\" The gag was willingly accepted by Grace once more as *her* domme brought it to her lips, sealing it with a final kiss."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Pet-Play Prompts
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"content": "A noble dragon, Kaalvaestr, agreed to grant a young hero a wish, as a reward for recovering a valuable artifact from a thief and returning it to his hoard. \nKaalvaestr expected the young hero would wish for some treasure, or a magical blessing, or perhaps his fortune told. He didn't expect that the hero would ask the dragon to be his steed...but he saw no foul in granting that wish. \n&nbsp; \nWell, until he learned of the full tack he'd wear and the *training* involved...still, the young man looked so hopeful, and Kaalvaestr is a dragon of his word, he can endure this humiliation, right? \n&nbsp; \n(Is high-fantasy pony-play okay?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When her curse gets activated, her mind becomes too weak, to stop her body from seeking primal pleasure. She's traumatized many people, but mainly herself.
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"content": "Took some liberties with the prompt but hope that's okay.\n\nAfter the war with the neighboring kingdom destroyed their home and killed her husband Claire traveled with her son to the inner kingdom to start over. Her husbands efforts as a knight was rewarded by the queen by giving them a new home closer to the castle. She rested in the back of the wagon as her son Evan handled the horses on the long journey.\n\nIt was getting dark so they stopped in a clearing to rest for the night. Evan tied the horses to a tree while Claire went out for firewood. As she gathered the branches Claire heard a woman's voice chanting in a language she didn't know. Turning around she saw a woman in a black cloak speaking before she felt a pain in her chest. Claire fell to her knees and looked up but the woman was gone. Not sure what to think she picked up the wood and headed back to her son. \n\nEvan finished with the horses and got the fire pit ready for the wood as he saw his mother return with a confused look on her face. \"Mom, are you alright?\" he asked as she put the wood into the pit but avoided eye contact. \"Oh, its nothing... I must have imagined things\" she answered as the sun began to set. Evan got the fire going as Claire went into the wagon to change and get ready for bed. They had to share the back of the wagon as a bed space and made the most of it. Evan changed outside the wagon when he was sure nothing was nearby and could rest as well.\n\nClaire watched her son climb into the wagon where he quickly fell asleep. She knew the whole ordeal was wearing him down and hoped that he could get a good nights rest when they made it to the inn listed on the map. She fell asleep not long after that but a few hours later she shot up as the pain in her chest returned. She looked over at her son to see if he was still asleep as the fire began to die down. Claire felt the pain again so she took off her top and saw a symbol just above her breasts.\n\nHer breathing got heavy and she could feel how wet she was getting between her legs. Claire felt the craving, the desperation... she needed satisfaction. She looked at her son then down at his crotch. Her hands moved toward it involuntarily and undid his pants, pulling them down to expose his cock. Claire stroked it until it was hard and lowered her head until her mouth was next to the tip. The woman in black stood next to the wagon and smiled as the fire went out.\n\nClaire's lips opened wide and she took her son into her mouth. She tried to fight off the wicked thoughts but one word stuck in her mind... delicious. Her willpower was gone and she began to hungrily suck her own son's cock. The sounds of her moans slipped out of her mouth and around her treat. Claire's breasts bounced around as her lips and tongue slid up and down Evan's dick. She was in heaven and no longer cared how taboo her actions were. \n\nEvan was dreaming that he was naked in a large bed in a chamber barely lit by torches as a woman in a black cloak with her face hidden crawled onto the bed. The mysterious woman lowered her head between his legs and sucked him off until he came. As his dream was ending the woman crawled up to him. He couldn't tell who she was and only saw her mouth and cleavage as she whispered \"She is mine\" then his mind went black.\n\nClaire felt her son's cock begin twitching and knew he was close. She sucked harder and faster as her hands stroked him tighter until she was rewarded. Cum spewed into her mouth and she desperately tried to swallow it all but it spilled out coating her lips and hands. Claire kept sucking until Evan's penis was clean and the cloaked woman blew on the embers in the fire pit and the flames roared back to life. This lit up the wagon and Claire could see just what she had done. Her mind returned to her and she looked at her chest. The symbol was there but it was shrinking. She then looked at her son's cock as it began to soften and felt horrible about what she had just done. Claire had just performed oral sex on her son and swallowed his cum. \n\nThe cum was still on her face and hands and Claire needed it gone. She was about to wipe herself off then the taboo thoughts crept back into her mind. She remembered the word that was previously burned into her mind, delicious. Without thinking she licked her fingers and lips clean before putting her top back on. Claire laid next to her son who slept through the ordeal and looked over at him. Tears rolled from her eyes and she felt ashamed. \n\nThe cloaked woman walked away from the wagon and the fire died down again. She had a wicked smile on her face and was pleased with her new plaything. Claire cried silently until she started to drift off. The last thought she had before falling asleep was that wicked word... delicious."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was a class slut swap: On the last day of school, two rival high schools faced each other but instead of fighting, one girl from each crowd stepped forward for one final competition.
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"content": "\"It's been a pleasure teaching all of you. Enjoy this coming summer break and make sure you make the best out of your college years, however you wish to interpret that.\"\n\nThe class of Mountbrook High was only half listening to their English teacher, since they had mere minutes left of their high school life. Most of the students were daydreaming when everyone was interrupted by a text in the group chat. \"Meet outside on the football field.\" They looked at each other and then the bell rang. Their high school life was over! Everyone cheered and they got up, leaving through the back and making their ways towards the football field.\n\nOnce on the field, they saw their ultimate rivals from Penning State across them. They froze and the class president kept on walking ahead, when another person from the opposing class stepped forward. They greeted each other by shaking hands and everyone looked in surprise at the friendliness that was transpiring in front of them.\n\nBefore anyone could speak up, they both addressed their classes.\n\n\"It's been many decades since our schools ended in a tie, where out of the ten different competitions we had between our classes, five were won by each. Legend has it that many years ago, another competition was held right here on this field. From what I could find, it was called \"homecoming\".\n\n\"But we've already had homecoming,\" one of the girls interjected.\n\n\"Yeah this one is called homeCUMMING,\" the guy continued. \"Each school's prom queen will get gangbanged by the other class. There will be voting to decide which girl took all the cocks and cum better and that girl's class will be the winner of this years rivalry.\"\n\nEveryone looked shocked at what was just announced and before the prom queens could react, they were pushed forward to the class presidents and pulled by their arm.\n\n\"Now each girl has a choice to say no, but doing so will get their title taken away and someone else will have to take their place.\"\n\nLizzy, the prom queen from Mountbrook knew that the title opened up a lot of opportunities for college and job prospects, but she was really hesitant.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" her class president asked. Reluctantly, she whispered: \"I've never had sex, I'm gonna have to give up my virginity to these jerks from Penning.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry Liz, I didn't come up with this competition. You can back out if you want, but you'll lose your title and I know we have the best chance if you agree because of how hot you are.\"\n\nLizzy's cheeks turned as red as her hair from the compliment. She'd always known she was a fox, but had never used it to her advantage and it just always played out in her favor without any effort. She dressed the part, but deep down was a shy girl when it came to intimacy.\n\n\"Alright, I'll do it,\" she said firmly, knowing her entire class' honor was at stake, disregarding her own dignity.\n\nEveryone cheered and the blonde girl from the other class walked over to her and shook her hand.\n\n\"Hi, my name's Emma. May the best cockslut win,\" she said and winked.\n\nLizzy swallowed, hoping no one would start viewing her as a slut for helping her class and her school out like this.\n\n\"Both girls have agreed. We have another side note. Because it would be unfair for us to judge, seeing as each class would just pick their own girl, we've found an app on which we're gonna stream the girl's getting fucked. It'll automatically blur out anyone's faces, so no one will be able to identify you. The only thing they will see is two naked girls getting pounded by a lot of different dicks.\"\n\n\"Oh my god,\" Lizzy said. \"That wasn't part of the deal!\"\n\n\"It's too late Liz, you've decided. No one will recognize you anyway because of the filter,\" the class president said firmly.\n\nWithout acknowledging her anguish, he walked past her and put his phone on a stand with his rival colleague doing the same.\n\nThey walked backwards towards the girls and addressed the camera.\n\n\"Welcome everyone! Our schools have been rivals for many years and we've had numerous competitions throughout the year. It's been decades since they ended in a tie and we've found a legendary tiebreaker that we will broadcast for everyone to see. Both of these girls will get gangbanged by the opposing class and you guys can help them win! Just give a like on the girl you think takes cock and cum better. Blonde or redhead, the choice is up to you! Let's begin!\"\n\nBy this time, they'd reached the girls and each of the guys went to the opposing class' prom queen. Without saying a word, they started undressing the girls. This wasn't sensually preparing for intercourse, this was \"I would rip these clothes off if I could\".\n\nLizzy swallowed nervously and closed her eyes, hoping it'd be over soon enough.\n\nOnce her eyes opened again, she saw the blonde girl completely naked and upon looking down, she realised that she was in the same predicament. Her perky, round and perfect breasts were out on display for the very first time in her life. Despite not being sexually active, she shaved her pubic hair and she was extremely happy about that right now, although it put her untouched pussy on display even more. She'd always loved the way her pussy looked, her labia falling inwards, resulting in a perfect slit being seen by at least 50 other people, not counting however many were watching the livestream.\n\nThe guys gave them no time to adjust to their public exposure, kissing the gorgeous, naked girls while grabbing their impeccable behinds.\n\nLizzy kissed back, realising she should at least enjoy the tension between her and the guy that was going to take her virginity.\n\nThe redhead started moaning when one of her lover's hands moved on her breast, cupping and squeezing it perfectly while also gently stroking her nipple.\n\nHis tongue finally left her mouth and he motioned her on the grass. She looked behind her to ensure she wouldn't fall, and the moment her soft butt touched the ground, she felt her legs being pushed open and a warm wetness on her clit. \"Oh my god,\" she screamed as the guy started licking her pussy. She looked to her left and saw the same scene unfold with her opponent. She knew she had to beat her, so she gave into the moment and enjoyed her little snatch getting licked for the first time in her life. She had masturbated a few times before and had a few orgasms, but nothing had felt as good as this moment right now.\n\nOn some level, she was getting turned on from everyone looking at her in her purest form while she was getting her virgin twat licked. She moved her hands towards her breasts and played with her nipples in front of all these strangers. Clearly she had stopped caring about being exposed and was gonna ride this orgasm to hell and back, which was about to hit her any minute now.\n\nShe could feel the climax building up in her belly, making circles, growing bigger and bigger until it finally exploded. Her body shocked while her orgasm roamed through her body.\n\nAfter the pleasure finally left her body, she knew she was gonna have to give up her virginity.\n\nShe looked to her left and the blonde was sucking her partner's cock. She figured she needed a leg up and said: \"Fuck me in front of everyone.\" Saying it made her so turned on again. \"But be gentle, it's my first time.\" The boy smiled at her and said: \"I never would have thought that a girl as hot as you would still be a virgin. And you're giving it all up for the honor of your class, that's very noble of you.\"\n\nAs he was about to lay down, her own class president stopped them and addressed the camera once again. \"Looks like we're about to escalate our little show. I just wanna say this first, I've provided enough condoms for everyone to ensure the girls won't end up pregnant, but I can imagine the more popular option is if the girls let themselves get fucked bareback. I also have another announcement that might tip the scales in favor of our redhead. She has just told me that she's still a virgin and she's going to lose it right here, right now, out in the open, in front of everyone here and everyone watching on stream.\" Everyone cheered and Lizzy felt the embarrassment work its magic on her stomach, yet it also seemed to have a positive effect, as if butterflies were flying around in there. \"What the hell is happening to me?\" she thought. \"I'm so inexperienced and now I'm getting turned on by being naked and losing my virginity to a stranger in front of even more strangers.\""
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"content": "Pt. 1\n\nDorkan the Warlock had agreed to talk to Lurna, she at least seemed to have some level of respect for him, and Starkin had a better relationship with Sullen than he did. \n\nEither way, this would be a hard sell. He just had to hope that the girls' sense of duty and their faith in the wisdom of their more senior comrades would push them to do what was required of them.\n\nHe pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and poured from the jug on their shared table. Lurna waited, looking at him expectantly. He took a swig.\n\n\"So.\" \"So.\"\n\n\"What's the plan for our double dwarf situation?\" She got straight to the point. Hopefully that meant she'd be on board. \n\n\"That's uhh...\" He sat up straight. He had to pull this off. They needed her. \"The plan... the plan will require a deft hand, which is why my first though was you. Y'know what? Never mind first thought, I'm pretty sure you're the only one that can help us here.\"\n\n\"Alriiight...\" She recognised flattery when she heard it and she eyed him suspiciously as she stirred her own drink. She ignored the few other patrons in the country tavern, for once the rogue was not on the lookout for easy marks. She focused on Dorkan. \"But what actually is the plan?\"\n\n\"Well.\" He breathed deeply. He had to stop fucking around. She was being straight with him, he needed to reciprocate or he'd already lost her. \"So far, we've separated them, and they seem to both be convinced that we think they are the real Gundren. It should keep them happy in the mean time and give whichever is fake a false sense of security, lower their guard.\"\n\nShe nodded. This all made sense. They needed to figure out which f the identical dwarves was the man who'd originally hired them and which was the doppelgänger, and keeping them in the dark like this put the ball in their court so to speak.\n\n\"So we got a few options from there.\" He continued. \"We need to figure this out soon. Both for convenience sake and before the shapechanger advances its little plans. We can only keep them in bed for 'medical reasons' for so long, so we're solving this tonight. Either the fake gives itself away-\"\n\n\"Almost certainly not going to happen\" She interjected.\n\n\"And unreliable.\" He replied. \"What if the real Gundren just happens to forget one of our names and we put an axe in his head? So then we have option number two. Me and the wizard have worked out that we should be able to identify their true identity if we get some... essence... from them and compare the two.\"\n\n\"Essence?\"\n\n\"I'll explain in a minute. It'll be a gruelling task but I'm sure you're up for it.\"\n\nHe contemplated how to explain the next part. With no clear segue, he decided to just ask the question. \n\n\"Have you ever had a dwarven massage?\" \n\nShe let go of her drink and leaned back in her wooden chair. Like a lot of rogues, Lurna was small in stature and lithe. She was about twenty three but with a good disguise, she might pass for younger, or even as a tall halfling if she really put the work in and padded her clothes.\n\nShe had red hair that only went about halfway down her neck, and a gentle smattering of freckles across her cheeks that brought her up from being a little plain to pretty cute. Her skinny, fit frame was dressed in typical rogue gear; light leather armour, tight, knee high boots and britches that didn't look like they could hide as many knives as they did. Her plain grey cloak was draped over the back of her chair and she raised a single eyebrow as she appraised the composed, but silently nervous warlock.\n\n\"Why.\" Her voice dripped with incredulity. \"Could you possibly want to know that?\"\n\n\"Well,\" He gulped. \"As part of his R and R, we kinda promised Gundren, both Gundren's that we'd send one of our girl's up to give him a massage after his bath.\"\n\n\"You what?\"\n\n\"You have strong fingers, right? Dexterous hands?\"\n\n\"How would that even help?\"\n\n\"Well... remember how I said we needed their essences? Well we need it fresh. Biological material, and hair won't do since it's dead, blood miiight work but even then he'd be onto us in a second.\"\n\nHer eyes widened and she stood up, pushing her hair back. \"No.\"\n\nHe tried to rush to the end before she could start shouting over him. \"Thing about dwarven massages, they aim to release all the stress in the body and that includes-\" \n\n\"I'm not doing it. This is fucked up! Find some whore to do your dirty work!\" She began to walk by him to head back up to her room but he stuck out an arm to block her. \n\n\"Please, Lurna. It's just like a honey pot! Surely you've done one of those before? We're in the middle of nowhere! We can't find any other women and besides, this is an important damn job! It's espionage! Deceit! That's your whole deal, this needs to be done with clinical percision!\" He tried one last desparate plea. \"We don't get payed until this gets done.\"\n\nShe jutted out her jaw and ground her teeth, closing her eyes. \n\n\"Why can't Sullen do it? She flaunts as much of her tits as nudity laws allow.\"\n\n\"We have her on the other one. They both need to be fresh when we compare them.\"\n\nShe kicked the table, nearly knocking over the cups. \n\n\"I get paid double.\" \n\n\"Fine.\" \n\n\"And you never mention this to anyone, ever again.\"\n\n \"Absolutely!\""
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"content": "A girl agrees for her friend's birthday, at the party anyone is allowed to use any of her holes at any point in the night. She is only allowed to wear a short skirt and a low-cut shirt, no underthings so anyone can access her without too much work. Whether they want to take her to a back room and use her or just bend her over a barstool while they're still chatting with their friends, it's not her call and it's about to be a very long night..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Although summer is in full swing, he can only think of Oktoberfest, huge mugs of beer, sausages, Bavarian landscapes, and blonde German women with big breasts.
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"content": "The little villa that Kyle had rented for the week in Munich was exactly as it had looked online; small, but in a cozy way. From his first step in the front door, he felt comforted. It was an upstairs flat, composed mostly of a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. The fridge was fully stocked with the traditional German foods. From the balcony of his flat, he had an excellent view of the city and the land beyond the buildings. Rolling green hills, tall spruce trees, a winding river, and even the snowcapped mountains far in the distance.\n\nBut the best part of the rented place was the girl that Kyle quickly found out that he'd be sharing it with. Apparently, the owner of the flat had some sort of mixup and had accidentally rented it to two people at once. Olga, she said her name was. She was German, from some little town along the border with Austria. She was sweet, and apparently spoke very little English.\n\nAnd she was absolutely stunning. Tall, with a certain strong look about her. Not athletic exactly, but certainly fit. The first thing Kyle saw when he looked at her wasn't her silky blonde hair, braided into a pair of pigtails. It wasn't her bright smile or her piercing blue eyes. It wasn't her wide hips or her long legs. It was the enormous, cowish breasts that hung heavily against her chest and practically spilled right out of her dirndl. Her cleavage reminded Kyle of the Grand Canyon.\n\nDespite the language barrier, the two quickly understood the problem for what it was and came to a solution; in the spirit of Oktoberfest, they would share the apartment. Of course that was before they discovered that the place was only equipped with one bed. Kyle offered to take the couch, but Olga just shook her head and motioned to the bed with a few heavily accented words.\n\n\"Big enough for two.\"\n\nAnd things went well after that. At first, Kyle thought they'd only be seeing each other when they made their way home for rest before continuing to enjoy the festivities. If they saw each other at all. Oktoberfest is more of a 24 hour party, after all, and Olga looked like she had plenty of energy. But it was just the first day of the festival when they began running into each other in the city. Apparently, they had the same taste in beer halls.\n\nThey enjoyed each other's company well enough, so though resolved amongst themselves to see the sights and experience Oktoberfest together. Kyle enjoyed watching Olga's breast jiggle while she'd skull the comically massive mugs of beer and giggle out words he didn't understand. He wasn't quite sure what she liked about him. Perhaps Americanophilia was a common trait in European women that he simply hadn't been made aware of.\n\nIt was at the end of the second day that Kyle and Olga truly began enjoying one another's company. They'd ended their pub-crawling a bit early as both had grown a little tired of walking the city streets. Olga had promised to cook a few bratwursts for them, and Kyle enjoyed the view on the balcony while she toiled in the kitchen.\n\nHe'd nearly finished his beer when she finally brought a plate of sausage out to him. He smiled and thanked her, and she uttered a few words in German before dropping to her knees before him.\n\n\"Jetzt wo ist *meine* wurst, Amerikanischer junge?\" The busty girl purred up at Kyle, fumbling with his belt.\n\nHe was a little startled, but made no move to stop her. He'd been fantasizing about this exact thing since the first moment he laid eyes on her. Now she was finally tugging down his trousers and letting his stiffie spring free before her eyes. She giggled giddily when she saw his cock, already rock-hard and pulsating. The look in her eyes was-\n\nKyle gasped as he woke up, his sheets once more drenched in sweat. He'd wrestled the covers off of himself in his slumber. The summer heat was oppressive, even with the sun down. Clearly, Kyle's ceiling fan wasn't enough for his cooling needs. He slowly turned his head over to see his alarm clock, trying not to forget his dream. 5:41 AM. He let his eyes fall shut as he resolved to resume his nap.\n\nPerhaps Olga would be there waiting for him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: One day, making dumb bets with her friends goes too far...
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"content": "Jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers, needless to say Paula didn’t look like the stereotypical woman that was about to get in the situation she was. She lost a bet and was always taught to be a woman of her word. She was nervous but also excited, she loved trying new things and what she had planned for the afternoon was certainly something new. Paula took a deep breath and began her walk toward the Holiday Inn not far from her college campus. \n\nShe made her way to Room 699 and knocked on the door. A man with green eyes and slightly messy brown hair answered with a smile. \n\n“Paula right? The 3:15?”\n\n“Yep.”\n\n“Ok he second, come in.”\n\nShe follows him into the room and looks around. The room is lit with extra lights, a team of people are fiddling with cameras, and the man from earlier hands Paula a small packet of papers. \n\n“Your lawyer looked over them already but if you want to read through again just to make sure, go right ahead. Derrick is just cleaning up after the last shoot and he’ll be down at 3:15 sharp. If you need anything or have second thoughts, my names Rob and I’ll be right next door. “\n\nShe nodded and Rob left the room. Paula sat at the desk, letting the crew finish their work in silence. She looked over the papers and found everything just as they discussed. She made small talk for a bit when the door opened and Derrick walked in. \n\n“Ok Paula 3:15. “\n\nHe smiled and she couldn’t help but notice the resemblance between Derrick and Rob. She stood to greet him and shook his hand. \n\n“Crews just doing a quick camera and we’ll begin shortly. “\n\n“Ok. You smell nice by the way. “\n\n“Thank you, I like you already.”\n\nPaula flash a small smile as the camera man gave Derrick a thumbs up before leaving with the rest of the crew. \n\n“Ok Paula took a seat on the bed and we’ll begin. “\n\n“Ok.”\n\nPaula sat on the bed and Derrick picked up a folder and searched through it. \n\n“Ok so first of all, I know we’ve already lawyers discuss things but just for clarity I like having these things on film too. You are over eighteen, you’re not here against your will, and you consent to being on our site.” \n\n“I do yes. I can still back out anytime right?”\n\n“Yeah of course. If you have second thoughts we don’t even have to film this, we’ll pay you and all be on our way. So if you wanted to back out, just tell me. “\n\n“No, no. I’m a little nervous but I’m a woman of my word. “\n\n“Perfect. Look right at the camera and Introduce yourself please, first name and age only.”\n\nPaula smiled and looked into the camera.\n\n“Hi I’m Paula, I’m 20 years old.”\n\n“Perfect. Are you in school or working?”\n\n“Both, I’m a major in Literature and I work as a librarian.”\n\n“A librarian? For real?”\n\n“Yeah for real.”\n\n“Well there you have it folks hot librarians don’t just exist in porn. “\n\nPaula blushed and nodded. \n\n“We’re a rare breed but we do exist.” \n\n“Man oh man. Now you said earlier you were a woman of word...are you here on a bet?”\n\n“Yeah. Football team goes undefeated and then chokes when it really matters. The bet was a joke for the record but I always honor my word. So here I am. “\n\nThey talked a little more and Derrick politely asked her to stand up. She stood straight letting him film more of her slim frame, and her bust. He always got a close up of her big brown eyes and her cute smile. They talked a little more before the good stuff began.\n\n“Ok so this is the part everybody looks forward too. Would you mind giving us a little peek?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Though she was born to great beauty, a terrible curse was placed upon her. Everything she says is taken to be intensely sarcastic and derisive! Everyone she's ever been into has thought she was making fun of them. She's insensibly horny by now and not sure what to do!
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"content": "It was Taylor's first day at university. She had deliberately chosen a college far from her hometown. She hoped it would be a fresh start after all those humiliating years at high school where everyone had avoided her, calling her \"that hot bitch\" among other even less polite names.\n\nTaylor strutted onto the campus with her head held high, and headed for the dorms she'd be living in. She spotted a group of other new students on the other side of the parking lot. There were some pretty hot guys among them, and as Taylor approached they glanced over at her lustfully.\n\nIn an attempt to make a good first impression, she rolled her jacket down her shoulders and [thrust out her big round breasts](https://i.redd.it/ki500imkdgc51.jpg). But she was unaware she was raising her chin, tilting her head, and narrowing her eyes in a way that made her look contemptuous. And as she started to speak, her lip subconsciously curled into a sneer.\n\n\"Hey - looking good, guys! Did your mothers buy you those outfits or what?\"\n\nTaylor was trying her best to give a compliment that couldn't be mistaken for an insult. She thought this was the highest of compliments, since her own mother bought all her clothes. Taylor's mother was the only person who'd ever understood her, because the witch who'd cursed Taylor had also stolen her father.\n\nAnyway, Taylor was dismayed to see the freshmen's lust turning to hurt feelings. The freshwomen's faces were even worse, displaying the beginnings of utter hatred. Straight girls usually hated her the most. Taylor was used to it, but it still stung to experience it all over again, barely a minute after arriving on campus.\n\nShe gave a loud haughty sigh and strutted onwards into the dormitory building, feeling like she wanted to crawl into a hole. She walked up to the check-in desk where a foreign-looking guy was working for probably low wages. She always felt sorry for his type, and wondered if he had a nice big black cock.\n\n\"Hi, immigrant guy,\" she smirked. \"Are you like a slave here? That must be so boring. By the way my luggage is in the shuttle-bus, will you carry it to my room for me?\"\n\nThe man's expression formed into the familiar hatred, but he kept up a professional demeanour as he handed her a room key and headed out to collect her luggage.\n\nAs soon as Taylor and her luggage were inside her new room, she collapsed onto her bed miserably. To cheer herself up a bit, she pulled out her laptop and started watching some porn. Taylor loved porn, in which girls who looked like her were extremely desired. She rubbed her clit trying to imagine she was one of the porn girls.\n\nThe door opened. \"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt...\"\n\nHer hand frozen between her legs, Taylor glanced up to see a boy halfway in the door with his own luggage and a rapidly growing bulge in his pants. She had totally forgotten she would be living with a roommate - it was her mother's idea, thinking it might be her best chance of someone seeing beyond her hostile exterior.\n\n\"Do you enjoy perving on me?\" she snarled in what she hoped was an inviting sexy voice. Her pussy was dripping wet at the thought of this cute stranger watching her masturbate.\n\n\"Uh, n-no, I -\" the boy stammered, quickly moving his luggage in front of his crotch.\n\n\"Shut the door, you're letting the hot air in,\" she pointed out.\n\n\"Sorry, I can go...\" said the boy, dumping his luggage just inside the door and quickly backing out.\n\n\"I don't care if you stay or go,\" she declared derisively.\n\nThe boy hesitated. Taylor was so turned on that she resumed rubbing her clit, and the boy stared. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.\n\n\"Um, so I guess I'll just start unpacking?\" he said lamely.\n\nShe gave him her best friendly sneer. \"You can do whatever you want,\" she said in a tone of cold indifference, hoping he would take the hint and ravish her needy pussy.\n\n\"Right.\" The boy kneeled down and made a show of opening his luggage, between sneaking longing glances at her.\n\nMasturbating in the same room as this boy was the sexiest experience of Taylor's life, and she racked her hormone-addled brains for a way to avoid scaring him off. She decided the best approach was to say nothing and let her body's actions speak for itself.\n\n\"I'm Jake, by the way. I assume you must be Taylor?\" He glanced up again to see her biting her lip as she nodded, still furiously rubbing herself.\n\nJake slipped his hand into his pocket and started to subtly fondle himself too. \"You look really sexy when you bite your lip like that... if you don't mind me saying so?\"\n\nShe gave a shrug of indifference, her busty cleavage jiggling alluringly.\n\nJake moved tentatively toward his own bed. \"You know, I'm tired from the journey, maybe I'll have a bit of a wank too?\"\n\nThat thought pushed Taylor over the edge. Her legs spasmed in an unmistakable orgasm as she moaned \"mmm, mmm, mmm!\"\n\nJake instantly whipped out his dick and started tugging on it hard, brazenly watching his stunning new roommate cumming ecstatically.\n\n\"Wow,\" he said when she regained her composure. \"That was amazing, Taylor. Do I turn you on? Any chance you wanna fuck?\"\n\nTaylor didn't answer with words. She stood up, walked over to Jake's bed, and clambered on top of him. Hiding her face in the pillow so he couldn't see any offensive facial expressions, she pressed her busty chest into his while her hand searched for his dick. It was the closest she'd ever been to a boy, and she savoured the sensation.\n\n\"Oh wow...\" said Jake. \"You're really ready to go, you're so fucking horny, aren't you?\"\n\nTaylor's hand found what she was looking for and discovered it was barely four inches long. Not that it bothered her, but she figured he was probably insecure about his size so she decided to reassure him. \"Wow, your dick is so big, that'll really stretch out my pussy,\" she said in a cuttingly sarcastic tone.\n\nThe dick in her hand suddenly wilted.\n\nTaylor panicked. \"I mean, my pussy is really tight anyway! There's no need to get even smaller! Can't you just try to get it back to how it was? Not that size matters, right haha?\" She gave a nervous giggle which came out as a loud laugh. \"I'm sure you never even think about the size of your dick - I suppose it usually only has to fit in your hand?\"\n\n\"You fucking *bitch*!\" Jake pushed her off his bed onto the floor. He stood up, stuffing his flaccid penis back into his pants.\n\n\"No, wait! Come back and fuck me with your small dick, Jake! Come bury that tiny dick in my pussy! I want your micropenis so bad!\"\n\nJake stormed out of the room. The moment Taylor was alone her eyes suddenly streamed with tears, the tears nobody ever saw her cry.\n\n(Sorry for the downer ending. I might consider writing more if you like this and if I get around to it.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A set of hypnotic triggers could instantly turn Hailey into a horny, submissive mess. Her hypnotist BFF just *loved* sharing them with people...
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"content": " \"Jeesh Hailey, you look warm. Almost as if you are ... Melting\", Selena said. \n\"Sorry, my friend can be a little weird\", Hailey told the quarterback she'd been talking to. \"I only recently transferred here with my friend because she had some issues at her old school.\" \nWhile saying this, she grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head in one swift motion. The guy she was talking to stood there with his mouth open. \n\"Yeah I know it's surprising, she looks like such a nerd who'd never get into trouble, but let's just say she annoyed a few too many people\", Hailey continued. \nOnce her dress had dropped to the floor, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, instantly lowering her arms so it fell to the ground in an instant. Her perky breasts now exposed to her conversational partner and anyone paying attention, she continued her small talk. \n\"You're a great listener, I've never had someone be this quiet while I'm talking to them. What was your name again?\" \n\"It's erm .. Z-Zac. Yeah, my name's Zac.\" \nFor the first time in his life, Zac was speechless. He had no idea what the hell was going on in front of him. Too afraid to ruin the moment, he just let Hailey talk. \n\"Well it's nice to meet you, Zac.\" Hailey's hands reached for her panties and lowered them to her thighs, allowing gravity to do the rest. \n\"I'm glad I ran into you at this party. You wanna go out sometime?\" Hailey asked as she stepped out of her underwear. \n\"I'd love to go out with you, you look amazing! Your entire body is so freaking hot. Your tits are the best ones I've ever seen.\" \n\"Oh Zac, stop. Sometimes it's only the clothes that make a girl look attractive. Maybe at some point you get to see me without them\", Hailey said while she winked. \n\"Manual override\", Selena came in to say these two words, after which she stepped back to watch her little show unfuld. \nHailey's hands moved to her pussy and her breasts. Her fingers burried themselves into her pussy, while she was twisting her nipples ever so slightly. \n\"Alright Zac, grab your phone and I'll give you my number. Just shoot me a text when you wanna go out. I'm free to use whenever you want. I mean I'm free whenever.\" \nZac still had no clue what was going on, but wasn't gonna pass up getting the number of a girl that was so freakishly wild. \nHailey continued going to town on her soaking snatch. She'd gathered a crowd by now, but no one dared coming closer, due to her conversation with the star quarterback. \n\"Alright\", Hailey moaned. \"My, hmmm, number is, ooh, six five six, aah, three six nine, oh fuck, four, zero, oh god, eight zero.\" Hailey continued ravaging her pussy and was on the verge of an orgasm. \n\"I can't explain it, but the way I'm feeling right now, you're already giving me chills down my spine\", Hailey said between her moans. \"It's like, ooooh fuck, it's like, holy shit, like, oh my god I'm cumminggg!\" Hailey's knees were unable to support her weight and she barely managed to grab onto Zac. Her orgasm coarsed through her body while his hands were on her naked body. One of them under her butt, to stop her from falling and the other on her back, pressing her hard nipples into Zac's chest. \nWhen her body finally stopped convulsing, she let go of Zac and stepped back. \n\"Oh I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz. I seem to be falling a lot lately, luckily you were here to catch me.\" \n\"Hey you two!\" Selena interjected. \"You seem to be hitting it off. Why don't we find a quiet place to talk, just the three of us. I think you'll find Hailey to be quite interesting, Zac. And Hailey, you look like you came from the Arctic.\" Hailey suddenly grabbed her clothes and within mere seconds, she was fully dressed again. \nThe three of them walked outside and sat down on a bench. \n\"I have no idea what's going on anymore, can you tell me what that was all about?\" Zac asked. \n\"What do you mean? It's not like anything special happened back there\", Hailey replied. \n\"Power down\", Selena said sternly. \nHailey's head fell to her neck as if she was a powered down robot. \n\"Alright mister popular. My little skanktron here thinks you had a normal conversation and that she was fully clothed there entire time. I hypnotize her from time to time to plant trigger words in her brain. The ones I used before caused her to take off her clothes, all the while thinking she was still covered. Same deal with her little masturbatory show. You seem like a genuine guy, so I'm gonna give you two options. There's another word she reacts to that caused her to become a complete slut and makes her crave being used like the pathetic cumdumpster she is. If you use that one inside, it'll cause all of your buddies to wanna join you. The other option is that you actually go out with her and earn her trust the hard way\", Selena explained. \n\"Holy shit, that's not at all what I expected tonight to be. So just like before, she won't remember a thing if I make her act like a worthless slut?\" Zac asked. \nSelena nodded. \n\"So what if I just do both? I'll give my buddies a good time and I'll still take her out to dinner. Perhaps you can give me your number, so I can humiliate your mess of a friend even more on our date,\" Zac said. \nSelena smiled. \"I knew I could count on you and your depraved mind. The word to unleash her inner hoebag is 'Cumslut'. To stop her, just say 'Ordinary schoolgirl.'\" \n\"Reboot\", Selena said, causing Hailey to awake from her slumber. \"Hey babe, I'm gonna head home, but feel free to stay and hang out with Zac. He seems nice!\" \nSelena leaned in for a kiss and Hailey planted her lips on her friend's. Zac looked at both girls making out, sometimes noticing their tongues intertwining. Once the kiss was over, Selena waved at them and left. \n\"Wow, do you always kiss your friend like that?\" Zac asked. \n\"What do you mean, Zac? Don't you give your female friends a peck on the cheek?\" Hailey replied. \nZac realised she probably didn't know due to the hypnotism. \"Of course, Hailey. My mistake! Let's go inside. I have a few people I'd like you to meet.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] You finally convince her to cosplay and she actually enjoys it! But doesn't know any of the characters and is very surprised to learn that vibrators, nipple clamps and buttplugs are part of the costume. Videogames sure are progressive..
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"content": "Alyssa had been doing cosplay since she was 15. She had an amazing body and liked showing off her features, gradually resulting in her body being covered less and less. The last time, she'd made three excessively detailed leaves out of EVA foam. She'd attached one of them to a buttplug, allowing it to keep the leaf covering her vagina in place, yet leaving her butt completely exposed. The other two leaves were attached to clamps that she had to attach to her nipples. She'd trained her nipples to endure the pain for two months before she was going to wear the costume. Her nipples had to endure the torture for at least 6 hours, because the cosplay contest was only late in the afternoon.\n\nShe got a lot of positive comments about her costume and a lot of people wanted to take her picture. Most of them asked if they could put their hand or arm around her and she let them, resulting in a lot of goosebumps when her nearly naked body was being touched. One guy even asked her how she held everything in place, and without saying a word, she turned her back towards the stranger and spread her buttcheeks, showing the plug and the bridge that connected it to the front. After that, she turned around again and slowly removed one of the clamps from her nipples. She could tell that the guy had not expected this, nor that she would actually show him. He stood there with his mouth open and muttered a silent \"Thank you\" and continued walking. When Alyssa turned around, she saw him adjust his cock in his pants.\n\nShe won the contest quite easily, as most people had voted for her due to her natural beauty and her daring outfit, especially when she went on stage and explained how everything was held together (however this time, she didn't actually show it to about 500 strangers).\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThat night, she masturbated five times, getting some of the best orgasms she'd ever had.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe next day, she met up with her best friend Gabrielle. They'd been friends since they were 12 and they told each other everything. Gabrielle has been watching her friend do cosplay for a while now and she always wondered what she liked about it so much. Alyssa then told her she loved showing off her talent to create unique costumes. After she made them more and more revealing, she started realising she liked being exposed and that resulted in her costumes being more and more daring. She also blushingly told her best friend that she masturbated after every convention due to her arousal all day long.\n\nGabrielle was shocked that she hadn't realised her friend was an exhibitionist, but then revealed that it actually sounds really fun teasing a bunch of strangers with revealing outfits. Lastly she told Alyssa that she wanted to join her to the next convention, allowing Alyssa to make the costume for her. She wanted to be surprised and didn't want to see it until they were at the convention.\n\nAlyssa smiled and agreed, realising she had a month to make Gabrielle's costume. For herself, she'd make some slight alterations to an existing outfit.\n\nShe started drawing the outfit the moment Gabrielle left and intended to make Gabrielle's costume into something she'd been wanting to do herself, but was afraid of doing it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFastforward a month and both of the girls went to the convention together. \n\nAlyssa claims the character is called \"Hadaka Dorei\", which actually just means \"naked slave\", a joke she'd have a field day with. She instructed Gabrielle to undress completely. They'd seen each other naked before, so it wasn't that big of a deal, but this time Alyssa checked out her friend's naked body as if she was inspecting her new property.\n\n\"You're gonna need to bend over, I need to insert your tail\", Alyssa said.\n\n\"Insert?\" Gabrielle asked hesitantly. She'd clearly expected her friend to go easy on her for her first time.\n\n\"Yeah, this character has a tail, and the only way to add it properly it with a plug in your ass\", Alyssa said.\n\n\"But I've never had anything in my ass before Alys, I'm afraid it's gonna hurt\", Gabrielle said.\n\n\"It's gonna be OK Gabs, I was afraid the first time too, but it's really not big and it might feel amazing, it did for me at least\", Alyssa told her friend.\n\nGabrielle bent over, which Alyssa took as permission to stuff her best friend's ass with a buttplug. She opened her mouth and took the entire plug in it, making sure she applied enough of her saliva onto it, which would soon end up in her best friend's asshole. When she was satisfied with the level of lubrication, she used one of her hands to spread one of Gabby's buttcheeks and slowly inserted it into her best friend. Gabby squealed for a second, but it actually went in rather easily.\n\n\"Wait, that was it? Hmm that was surprisingly better than I thought it'd be. It feels weird, but also dirty and wrong. I might actually like it, like you said\", Gabrielle smiled.\n\n\"Alright, because the tail needs to be visible, I made a skirt that only covers the front. And because of the tail in the back, you're not gonna be able to wear panties\", Alyssa said.\n\n\"Jesus Christ Alys, I might as well not be wearing anything. Are you sure this is a proper costume? Won't I get told off for wearing this little?\", Gabrielle said worriedly.\n\n\"Nah, you'll be fine. As long as you resemble a character from a franchise, the outfit is allowed. Besides, I've seen people wear less than this\", Alyssa smiled.\n\nGabrielle sighed and allowed her friend to put on the skirt. It was so short, it barely covered her pussy.\n\nAlyssa grabbed more stuff out of her bag and Gabrielle gasped when she saw what her friend was holding.\n\n\"Hadaka wears a full body necklace, but to spread it over your front and keep it in place, we need to clamp it on your nipples. I'm gonna have to make them hard for this to work.\", Alyssa said.\n\nGabrielle just sighed and hoped it wouldn't hurt too much. Her friend took her silence as agreement and started rubbing her nipples. Even though they'd been friends for years, they'd never gone beyond a drunken kiss. Her nipples got hard quite fast and Alyssa attached the jewelry on her neck and lowered it towards Gabby's nipples. Slowly she attached them and Gabrielle moaned slightly from the stimulation it was giving her. She looked in the mirror and actually liked the way the necklace looked on her exposed body, but then she realised everyone was gonna see her breasts. She'd never been with someone before, so Alyssa was actually the only person that had seen her naked. That number was gonna increase exponentially today.\n\n\"Alright\", Alyssa said, snapping Gabrielle out of her thoughts of her imminent exposure. \"There's one last thing we need to add. Hadaka wear a vibrator in her pussy for most the series, because she claims it keeps her alert. To make sure we're giving full credit to the cosplay, I'm gonna have to insert a remote controlled vibrator into you.\"\n\nGabrielle just gawked and stood there in silence. When Alyssa took out the egg from the bag, Gabrielle spoke up: \"Alyssa, I'm not sure what you're trying to do to me, but this is too much. I know we've been friends forever and I trust you with my life, but this just seems a little bit over the top. I'm gonna be almost completely exposed for hundreds of people and I'm going to be sexually stimulated while everyone looks at my naked tits, which by the way no one other than yourself has ever seen.\"\n\n\"Come on Gabs, live a little. Besides, you said you trusted me with picking your outfit and this is the character I wanted you to portray. Trust me, you'll enjoy every second of this.\"\n\nGabrielle just sighed and sat on the counter. She spread her legs and her pussy lips. Alyssa started rubbing the toy on her friends pussy, but noticed she wasn't able to insert it. With her other hand, she started rubbing her BFF's clit. For the first time in Gabrielle's life, someone other than herself was touching her and pleasuring her sexually. She moaned quite loudly and Alyssa took this as a good sign. She continued a bit more, and eventually managed to push the toy inside of her friend.\n\nGabrielle even looked a little sad when Alyssa stopped touching her private places.\n\n\"That's it Gabs! Your outfit is ready!\", Alyssa smiled.\n\nGabrielle looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't completely naked, but she felt like it. Soon to be displayed to a huge amount of strangers and her pussy stuffed with a toy she'd never used before.\n\nFinally Alyssa got naked in front of her exposed friend. She got her outfit out of the bag and then Gabrielle noticed how little amount of clothes her friend would be wearing."
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"content": "(This got weird)\n\nHis job was to house sit, take care of the planets, make sure everything’s clean, and so on while his neighbors were away for the summer. He figured the best way to do this was to move in for the summer. \n\nThere wasn’t much difference between his house and theirs, except for one that made everything different to Zayne. His brother wasn’t there. No more having to clean up or escort random hungover people out of the house and for a change, a peaceful nights sleep. \n\nHe knew the neighbors wouldn’t object as they were both the youngest sibling as well. He brought the essentials, figuring he could always go back for clothes and such, and a blanket and pillow and made himself at home within respectable limits. \n\nJune went by without a problem. And July looked to doing the same but as the month winded down the problems began to pile up. They were small at first, a few stray beer cans and lost articles of clothing in the yard, maybe a drunken visitor cuddling with the lawn gnome. No big deal. But then windows started getting broken, gardens began to get ruined, and there was a close encounter involving the neighbors Cadillac and a makeshift skateboard ramp. \n\nZayne was worried as the parties only seemed to be getting rowdier and attracting more and more bored frat bros and sisters as the days went on. The cops were already patrolling his brothers house just in case. And while a twenty six year old sitting half naked on his porch isn’t the most pleasant start to most people’s mornings, it wasn’t a crime. Zayne waited until the cops rounded the corner and left his temporary abode and headed over to his brothers house. \n\n“Hey Z.”\n\n“Logan, I need to talk to you.”\n\n“Can it wait a couple hours, I’ve got a hangover like nothing else man. “\n\n“Yeah...I don’t give a shit. Listen man I need to coral these parties, they’re closer and closer to the Millers and they’ll kill me if anything major happens to their house. I’ve been going broke keeping them in new windows man and they won’t be back until the end of next month. Just please as my brothers just keep it quiet tonight or take it somewhere else, ok?”\n\nHe wasn’t sure if his brother heard anything as his gaze seemed to be transfixed on something next door.\n\n“Logan? Are you listening?”\n\n“Shh. Someone’s moving around in the Millers’ place.”\n\n“What?!”\n\nZayne shot out of his seat but Logan just as quickly stood and grabbed his brother.\n\n“Calm down, we’ll go over there together, it’s safer. “\n\n“It’s safer? I’ll be safer having you by my side? Must I recount the Girl Scout cookie incident?”\n\n“...I’ll push you into traffic. Now shut up and go, I’ll be right behind you. “\n\nThey quietly snuck into the back yard next door a din through the patio door. They stopped just shy of the backdoor and looked into the kitchen. \n\n“What the fuck?”\n\nZayne whispered as he observed three nude people milling around in the kitchen, making themselves sandwich’s. \n\n“Friends of yours Zayne?”\n\n“I should be the one asking you that question. “\n\nWhat happened next happened so fast. There was a shriek and the three nude people rushed out the front. Zayne and Logan went out through the patio door and gave chase, as the three rounded the house and headed for the Millers’ shed. The three nudists seems to be faster but one of them tripped and fell. She encouraged the other two to go ahead without her. \n\n“Grab her Zayne!”\n\n“You want you to grab a strange nude woman? Are you out of your mind?!”\n\n“If you wo-Ow! Is she throwing rocks?!”\n\nThe nudist had indeed taken to throwing rocks as she regained her balance and headed for the shed. With the two brother trying to doge the pelting rocks, she was able to escape. The two brothers regained their computer and ran into the shed, finding no trace of anyone. \n\n“What. The. Fuck?”\n\n“Just stay calm Logan, call the cops.”\n\n“The cops, fuck that I’m calling the Ghostbusters. “\n\n“You really think they have ghosts? Nude ghosts at that?”\n\n“No...of course not, that’s crazy. But we can’t call the cops, they’ll think it’s just me pulling a prank. Let’s just go back inside and try to price this together. “\n\nThe two returned to the Millers’ home. They sat in the living room as Logan arranged to cancel that nights party. \n\n“So what the fuck do we do?”\n\n“I don’t know Z. I think we should go back home, see if they’ll come out again when the coast is clear.”\n\n“Yeah, Yeah. I’ll shut up this place so they don’t get suspicious.”\n\nThe two locked up the Millers place and returned home. The first thing Logan did was go upstairs and turn on the light in Zaynes room before returning downstairs\n\n“What were you doing up there?”\n\n“Turning your light on, I figure they probably figure were trying to trick them so I’m trying to sell it a little. One light looks suspect but two makes sense. “\n\n“You’re nuts.”\n\n“Maybe. So you’ve been there a month and never seen them there?”\n\n“No and I’ve been in the shed plenty of times. Never even seen s trace of someone else.”\n\n“Maybe the Millers have sex pets...”\n\n“Dude...”\n\n“What, the unassuming doctor and his doting housewife having secrets, haven’t you ever watched TV?”\n\n“When they gave me the rundown of my duties they didn’t mention pets of any kind.”\n\n“They probably have a stash of food wherever they went. Maybe there’s a back door in the shed, maybe there’s a trap door...oooh what if they found Narnia?”\n\nSuddenly all the stress of the situation and all the stress caused by his brother went away as Zayne began to laugh...\n\nA few hours passed and there was no sign of the mystery intruders. Zayne started to believe Logans theory about ghosts. Just then a car pulled into the Millers’ driveway. A woman in a business suit exited the car and went around the house. Both brothers watched as she seamlessly hopped over the fence and began to walk towards the shed. \n\nThe brothers quietly rushed to their own backyard and to their fence. They stayed low and heard a single knock followed by another sig,e knock a few seconds later. \n\n“Secret knock...”\n\nLogan whispered to Zayne. The two were unable to see the female who tripped earlier exit the shed but they could hear the conversation. \n\n“You finally fucked up?”\n\n“Marianne...”\n\n“How long did you three think you could keep this up. C’mon we’re going next door, you have some explaining to do.”\n\n“No we can’t. They’ll call the cops and then they’ll kick us out, you know we have nowhere else to go...”\n\n“I’ve told a hundred times, me and Al always have room for all three of you. “\n\n“You know mom and dad are too stubborn to the offer. Please sis.”\n\n“Janie think with your head.”\n\n“I don’t want to be homeless...”\n\n“You’d rather hole up in someone’s panic room for the rest of your life? You’d rather live off of canned food and MRES? Are you nuts?”\n\nJane started to cry and Marianne held her close. On the other side of the fence Zayne and Logan slumped to the ground. \n\n“Fuck Z...”\n\n“I know...”\n\n“We can’t call the cops...”\n\n“I know...So what can we do?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM]Prompt me transformation stories
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"content": "Whenever she's with someone, she changes into their least desirable version of herself until the next sunrise. They like big tits? Hers shrink to the smallest that still turns them on. Fan of trim and athletic? She gets to be a BBW. Some may consider it a curse, but it helps her partners to last longer, which she appreciates.\n\nProblem is she apparently found a partner who has a fetish for transformation, and the curse _really_ doesn't know what to do with that."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The American found that each time he saw evidence of China's growing power, he grew more and more aroused.
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"content": " *Disclaimer: I don't even know. Just know you probably shouldn't read this*\n\n\"No!\" Liberty shouted as she thought about China's numerous crimes against humanity. As her anger spiked, her clit grew larger and larger, slowly becoming a cock.\n\nShe thought about the oppressed Hong Kongers, enraged at the loss of their basic democratic freedoms, and her clit-cock grew as she pushed her Chinese assailant off her.\n\nWith bitter memory of the Uyghurs trapped in concentration camps, being used for organ trade and slave labor, she compelled her newly formed member larger than the member of the surprised man that stood before her. The lives of 3 million innocents trapped like animals grew her newfound manhood by inches.\n\nThe man from China, now trapped and submissive, could only shudder as the American futa spread his cheeks and entered him. Democracy for Tibet, for Xian Jing, and for all who lived in tyranny was met with Liberty's cock.\n\n\"As we say in the U.S. - ugh!- Give me liberty, or give me dicks!\" Her pussy-cock erupted into the dishonored man, as loads of semen filled his asshole. The Chinese sympathizer, seeing the truth in the wrongs his country had committed from the semen that flowed from the western world, stood up and began the long journey of bringing basic fucking freedom and dignity to his people.\n\n*The end. Comments welcome :).*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me prompts from your OC worlds and stories.
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"content": "(Vanilla stuff)\n\n1. In an odd position between servant and citizen, a human man finds friends in a noble dark elf family. Well liked among them, he is tasked with overseeing fatherly duties while the patriarch is off dealing with political matters. With the patriarch's time away growing, he's soon to discover the lonesome hunger of a lonely dark elf wife and her daughter(s).\n\n(Trap and futa stuff.)\n\n1. Leifa and Lorea are elf half-brothers, one with an exotic mocha hue, the latter pink and pale. The two effeminate (so effeminate that they pass for girls even in voices) brothers are content with their incestuous relationship, until a handsome knight from the Isle Watch captures both of their hearts and a sibling rivalry for the knight's cock ensues.\n2. The nymphani orcs are a race of slave-keeping shemale orcs who are as beautiful as they are ruthless. With their half-succubus blood, they have the power to hypnotize and entrance their sex-slaves. However, the sheepish farm-master of the Skull-Rend tribe wants nothing more than to settle down with her only slave, her 'husband', a dashing male spellcaster.\n3. A kind, if somewhat meek, futa centaur cleric just can't find the right guy who can take her 'healing staff.' That is; until she meets a cheerful minotaur femboy who is both willing, and able."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me with some college/magic prompts
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"content": "Prompt 1: \n\n\nA shy, nerdy college guy gets caught practicing the magic he was supposed to keep a secret by a pair of more outgoing girls. In exchange for a few magical favors, they promise to keep it a secret AND let him lose his virginity to them. \n\n\nPrompt 2: \n\n\nA teacher at a college for aspiring mages invites four of the girls and the most timid guy in her class to her room to use as guinea pigs for her love potions. The ensuing orgy turns her on so much she gets in on it herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompt me whatever.
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"content": "How about a female protagonist (age 29) getting facialized for the very first time, after being sexually active for almost 10 years. Reluctant at first, she’s utterly surprised and maybe even a little disturbed to discover that something (facials) that she never dreamed she would ever try, let alone like, could end up being so intimate and special with the right super-special and caring guy.\n\nMaybe real Type A career woman meets a sensitive, artsy guy who isn’t pushy about it, but he’s very comfortable in that fiving facials is simply one of his favorite things. He doesn’t “have to”, and he’d never pressure a woman into anything she didn’t want to do. But he’s simply open about how much he likes facials, and he’d love to share that experience with her.\n\nSo on the 6 month aniversary of them dating, and two months after they moved in together, she decides to surprise him by letting him paint her face. Nervous, but no longer reluctant, she wants to do something special for him.\n\nAnd then to her shock, his overwhelming display of appreciation for her trying something new, she finds the whole experience strangely fulfilling for her too. And he’s so taken by her gift, that he wants her to see just how beautiful she looks with her incredible smile, and sparkle in her eye - all while her face is covered in his cum. He grabs her phone to take a picture so she can see herself too! - with her phone/camera, specifically so she had complete control over the picture, and whether to keep it, or get rid of it. She of course keeps it, and is shocked how fondly seeing herself covered in his cum brings back her memory of their shared experience, one she never dreamed she ever even try, let alone enjoy!\n\nFacials become a regular thing for them, as does making sure they document them on her phone in pictures each time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: cheating wife or slut daughter gets gangbanged when upgrade to 1st class on long flight home from from bad family vacation
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"content": "This trip was supposed to rekindle their marriage. Two weeks in Europe, romantic candlelit dinners and hiking trips and all that. Instead, Mark and Rebecca spent the entire time fighting- over hotels, restaurants, money, you name it. They had been on the rocks for the past few months, and after checking in for their flight home at Heathrow, they sat silently outside the gate, both exhausted and miserable.\n\nWhen Mark left for the bathroom, Rebecca used the opportunity to plead with the gate attendant to move her seat so they didn’t have to sit together. It was a full flight, but she managed to talk her way into a last-minute cabin upgrade. For $400, of course. She used his credit card. When Mark returned she told him they had to move her seat because the flight was overbooked. He grumbled, bitter that he supposedly had more frequent flyer miles and angry about sitting next to a stranger for 12 hours.\n\nAfter they boarded the plane, Rebecca found her seat in first class and Mark went all the way to the back of the plane. It was a bit exciting, she almost never flew first class and was thrilled to have the time apart from her husband.\n\nThe plane took off, and Rebecca availed herself at the first opportunity to order a vodka martini. She let out a sigh of relief and drank it quickly as soon as it arrived. When she set the glass back down, the man next to her chuckled. “Long day?,” he asked with a grin. She smiled back. “Longest two weeks of my life.” “Tell me about it. I’m Chris.” “...Rebecca, pleased.”\n\nThey got to talking. He was cute, maybe in his late 30s or early 40s, no ring on his finger. He was definitely flirting with her, although he tried to play it cool. They talked for nearly an hour, as Rebecca jumped at the opportunity to unload on all the mishaps from her vacation, before the conversation turned to her marital issues. “Look, he’s a good guy, it’s just hard to make it work with him sometimes. Like, we haven’t even had sex in three months.”\n\nChris’ eyes grew wide. “Three months?” he exclaimed, bewildered. “With a beautiful woman like you in bed?”\n\nShe blushed. “I think he wants to, he just gets all frustrated and insecure when he can’t... perform.”\n\nChris shook his head. “You mean he can’t get it up.”\n\n“Yeah.”\n\n“Even when you’re putting moves on him.”\n\n“Right.”\n\n“That man should be hard as a rock any time you walk in the room.”\n\nRebecca laughed. “I think that’s going a bit too far.”\n\n“No, really.” Chris leaned in and lowered his voice. “I’ve been hard since we started talking.” Rebecca looked at him slyly. “Give me a break, no you haven’t.” “Feel for yourself.” She reached over and placed her hands on top of his pants. He wasn’t bluffing. His thick erection stretched the fabric almost to its limit. She grazed the outline of his penis, measuring it in her head. “Ok, wow,” she finally admitted. “This looks fun to play with.” “Try it out.”\n\nRebecca gulped and looked around the cabin. The lights were dim, most of the passengers were asleep, and no one seemed to be watching. She felt a bit guilty for Mark, but fuck it, after everything he put her through...\n\nShe slowly undid Chris’ belt and fly and slid her hand down his pants. Playfully, she slipped her fingers down into his boxer briefs and ran her fingertips across his length, from base to tip, pausing at each end. Feeling his dick pulsate in her fingers turned her on like nothing else. As she started to stroke, she felt herself start to get wet from excitement. Chris carefully adjusted his pants to free his dick and give her better access.\n\nShe covered him with a blanket and grasped his cock with both hands, pumping it up and down and feeling his precum leak down onto her hands. Chris leaned back and suppressed his moans. Eventually she got bold enough to lean over and take him in her mouth. His thick cock made her gag at first. As she sucked him off under the blanket, she couldn’t help but play with herself under her skirt, starting with gentle rubbing and eventually slipping her fingers into her dripping pussy.\n\nShe came up for a breath and Chris whispered in her ear. “Take your panties off.” She obliged, carefully stripping them down her legs. The angle was awkward, but she was able to maneuver herself into position to sit on Chris’ lap. The moment he inserted himself, Rebecca couldn’t help but let out an audible moan. Chris’ dick felt amazing. Bigger and thicker than her husbands, hitting her just right. Nobody on the plane seemed to notice. He gently started to thrust, and she propped herself on the armrests to match his rhythm. It took every ounce of willpower for Rebecca to keep quiet. Chris upped his pace and slid his hands up her blouse, unclasping her bra so he could feel her perky tits. His strong hands massaged her breasts while the muffled sounds of flesh slapping flesh continued.\n\nChris shifted the angle, and Rebecca once again moaned as Chris’ dick started to hither G-spot. It only took a few more seconds of penetration before she felt her orgasm coming. Chris grabbed her mouth to keep her quiet. Her entire body quivered as the intense pleasure crashed over her. It was the strongest climax she’d felt in years, possibly ever.\n\nAs Rebecca regained her senses, she looked up to notice two men standing in the aisle looking straight at her. Before she could react, Chris whispered in her ear. “Meet my friends Dan and Kyle.”\n\nThere was a bit of a shuffle as Chris moved over to the empty window seat and Rebecca took his place in the middle. Kyle stood in the aisle, effectively shielding the view, and unzipped his pants. They reclined all the seats, allowing Rebecca to lie back a bit and still reach Kyle’s cock with her left hand. Dan crouched down and thrust himself into her dripping pussy. She gasped in pleasure, pulling his hips towards her, intoxicated with lust. Chris kneeled and slid his dick into Rebecca’s open mouth, quieting her down. Dan’s quick pumping matched her strokes of Kyle’s dick.\n\nSoon after, Dan guided Rebecca on top of him, bending her onto all fours so he could thrust from below while Kyle penetrated her ass. She’d never had all holes filled like this before, and the sensation was overwhelming. All of them well-hung, she was stretched out and pleasured like never before in her life. Kyle was gentle but firm, easing his way in while caressing her ass. Dan’s angle pressed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure with each thrust.\n\nLike clockwork, they all orgasmed one after another. First, Chris shot out ropes of cum down her throat, spilling out onto her face, hair, and neck. Next, Dan pulled out and she felt his jizz splatter against her stomach and thighs. The sensation made Rebecca cum again, this time her eyes rolling back and her knees getting weak. Finally, Kyle finished all of her ass and back, his cumshot firing up the back of her shirt and dripping down her sides.\n\nAs the group settled down, Kyle zipped up and went back to his seat silently, while Rebecca made a bee-line for the bathroom. Once inside, she saw her face covered in cum, her makeup strewn, and her hair a mess. It took what felt like an eternity to clean up, trying to get every bit of their semen out of her hair and clothes. A slight guilt came over her. While it was obviously amazing... and exactly what she needed... what would she say to Mark?\n\nAs she unlocked the door and opened it a crack, a hand stopped it and she saw another face staring back at her. In a hushed tone, the man introduced himself. “I’m Chris’ friend Tom.”\n\nRebecca paused. Her guilt would have to wait. She grabbed Tom’s hand and led him inside."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl has superpowers, which are triggered by excitement/fear/pain, but she doesn't find out about those abilities, until the first time that she goes to a professional Dominatrix.
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"content": "Alice has been tied to the wall and restrained maybe 10 minutes ago, while the woman she’d hired got ready in the next room. An assistant had tied her down, giving a little bit of leeway in the restraints, considering its Alice’s first time. Leather straps around her ankles, keeping them together, metal handcuffs to the stone walls behind her, a ball gag, and (most importantly to her) a blindfold. She loved the idea of not being able to see anything. \n\nThe door (squeaky, likely on purpose) slowly opened. Alice could hear confident, high-heeled footsteps from across the room slowly walk in, and shut the door. She stood there for a moment, staring at Alice. She was naked, obviously, but nakedness has never phased her before. \n\n“Hello there.” The voice from across the room rang out, surprisingly deep, but sultry nonetheless. “My, I’m going to have a *lot* of fun with you, I can already tell.”\n\nAlice felt the woman’s heels slowly approach, clicking against the stone floor, echoing throughout the room. She could feel her inch closer and closer. A quiet, yet primal urge in Alice wanted to run, to get away from this woman, but the restraints forbid it. The restraints which feel a little tighter with every step this woman takes. \n\n“You are mine until I’m done with you. Do not speak or make noise unless spoken to, and refer to me as ‘mistress’. Break my rules and I will flog you. Understand?” Her voice rings out again, perfectly segmented and times just so, to make Alice think about every word in every sentence. Alice can’t help but nod in response, along with a muffled “mhmm.” through the gag. \n\nMistake. \n\nThe heels quickly step to her and she feels the head of a whip touch her face. \n\n“What did I *just* say, pet?”\n\nThe whip dragged along her, exploring her cheeks and her covered eyes. Alices natural reaction was to try to flinch away. She’d dreamed of being whipped by a dom before, but now that she’d felt an actual whip in person, she was having a few second thoughts...\n\n“Now. I’m going to take this gag off of you and you’re going to say the right thing.”\n\nHer hands reached around Alices face, dragging along her skin before uncoupling the gag from behind, letting it slide off her face. \n\n“Y-yessss mistress.”\n\nAlice was only just able to get the words out. The wall behind her seemed to push up against her.\n\n“That lousy assistant really went easy on you, didn’t he?”\n\nAlice could feel the woman’s breath against her, as her hands explored Alice’s restraints. \n\n“Let’s get them properly tightened, hm?”\n\nAs she said this, she yanked on the restraint, tightening them by a few clicks. Constriction shot through Alices left hand, before another yank and a similar constriction flowing through her right hand. \n\n“You’re not going... anywhere.”\n\nThe woman’s face got impossibly close to Alice, so close she could feel the lipstick brush against her face. Her hot breath pushing against Alices cheeks. \n\nAlice started getting anxious thoughts in her head. ‘I asked for a gentler dom... is this gentle? Did they give her wrong instructions? Is she gonna do things I’m not cool with?’\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted by a slap to the side of the ass, from the woman holding her hostage. Her fingers cracked against the side of Alice’s poor little butt, with no warning or resistance. Alice let out a little whispered whimper in pain, but no other noise. She could feel the restraints, seemingly getting tighter against her arms and legs. \n\n“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, you little whore...”\n\nAlice’s alarm bells started going off. She’d *specifically* requested not to be called names. Her mind started racing, worrying they’d sent the wrong dominatrix. These thoughts were interrupted again, however, at the feeling of the head of the whip pushing against her left leg. \n\n“I am going to burn you...”\n\nThe restraints felt tighter than ever. \n\n“And whip you...”\n\nThe whip pushed against her leg once more.\n\n“And cut you...”\n\nAlice could feel her whole body starting to ache.\n\n“...And...”\n\nSuddenly, the woman’s voice stops, and starts to waver. Alice can feel the blindfold pushing against her eyelids, keeping her eyes firmly shut. \n\n“Wh- what’s going on? What is this?”\n\nAlice’s head goes in two different directions. Half confusion, wondering why the woman stopped. Half absolute terror, as to why the woman had that reaction. \n\n“What’s happening?? Are... are you...?”\n\nAlice can’t take the pressure against her arms anymore, the handcuffs feeling like they’re going to cut off her hand. She feels pain and fear course through her body, along with something else...\n\nShe feels the restraints on her ankles snap, breaking apart and flapping open. Confusion fills her brain. Had the dominatrix done that? \n\nShe feels the left handcuff strain, and suddenly burst apart, followed by the right. The woman shrieks, stepping further backwards as shards of broken metal flew and scatter across the room. Something about Alice feels... different. \n\nAs Alice nurses her wrists, feeling that they’d started to fall asleep, the blindfold starts to painfully dig into her skin. She reaches up and pulls it off, up over her head. Finally, she can see the woman in front of her. A Latina woman, dressed in black leather lingerie and fishnet leggings, complete with black heels. Weird that she is so short, though. In fact, this whole room feels pretty small...\n\n“What the fuck? Fucking whatever your safe word was, pretend I’m yelling it! I’m out!” The Latina shrieks as she quickly jogs across the room and leaves, leaving the squeaky door open. \n\nAlice is left in utter confusion as to what’s happening, before feeling her head hit the ceiling. She looks down at her hands, at her nude body, wondering what’s going on. She feels the room slowly get more and more claustrophobic. She feels the bricks, the broken cuffs on the floor, the shitty lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, everything is getting... smaller. \n\nAlice doesn’t quite put together what’s happening until she’s too big to be able to stand up. She drops to her knees, shaking the room. Her head hits the ceiling again as her transformation increases in speed...\n\n~ ~ ~\n\nAlice wakes up, not knowing where she is. She remembers something... Breaking bricks... people yelling... feeling hungry... a bunch of other vague memories. She looks around, down at where she is. \n\nShe looks down to see herself sitting in a tiny little pile of something. Dirt? Rocks? Whatever it was, she’d just stepped on most of it while standing up. She hears the faint sound of something, and feels light wind against her face. My, it’s foggy tonight. \n\nShe slowly walks forward, figuring she’d find where she was eventually. \n\n~ ~ ~\n\nThe world watches in horror. In the cover of darkness, a gigantic, nearly 500-foot tall naked woman slowly walks her way towards the LA city center, crushing buildings beneath her feet, getting bigger with every step..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: FTL travel is expensive and still very time consuming. Teleportation offers a "cheaper" and certainly faster alternative for planetary travel, but it only teleports people, not their clothes, possessions or credit balances.
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"content": "Softcore Sunday, so this story doesn't contain sex, but alludes to sexy times ahead. \n***\n\"I think you've made the right choice, Ms. Paulson,\" the PRN travel agent said, collecting another signed form. Across his desk, Chloe wasn't sure. \"You're going to love the Festival Grounds.\" \n\n\"It almost sounds cheery, and not the frightening, nightmarishly cold vacuum of space I'm expecting. But work is work, I suppose.\" She held onto the last form, Consent to Conservation Transfer with a pen in her hand. \"No turning back after this, right?\"\n\n\"That's the rule. I won't get into the technical details of how it works-\"\n\n\"Oh, please do,\" she interrupted. \"It's not like you're asking me to die… are you?\"\n\n\"Well, not *all* of you.\" The agent opened a large brochure with a colorful flowchart that reminded her of Maria, the woman who scammed friends into hosting jewelry parties. \"At almost twenty-three thousand light years, it would still take months for the FTL freighters to bring you to the worksite. Due to the vagaries of interplanetary trade, Polaris Redoubt-Nevarin can't wait that long and has received authorization to use Conservation Transfer.\n\n\"We attune a chronopod to your DNA and then find the exact moment you drop out of FTL in the Dryaea system, six months from now. Then it's a matter of bumping you back in time, to now, but over there. It's kind of like croquet, just a whack, a nudge in space-time. *Bing-bang-boom*, you've essentially teleported twenty-three thousand light years in a matter of hours.\"\n\n\n\"What happens to me, here?\"\n \n\"Well, we can't have *two* of you in the same timeline, so, we conserve you.\" The agent looked a little anxious. \"It's painless. After we prepare you and your accounts, we'll cryo your body and ship it on the next outbound freighter.\"\n\n\"Okay, what happens if frozen me doesn't make it to the system? What if something happens to the ship?\"\n\nThe agent folded his fingers and sighed. \"Do you believe in fate, Ms. Paulson? I do. If by some freak accident, the FTL ship is damaged or destroyed, then you wouldn't have made it to your destination anyway. Having nothing to pull on the other side, the chronopod would equalize the imbalance in the timeline.\"\n\n\"Meaning…\"\n\n\"If you weren't going to make it anyway, the chronopod saves you and your loved ones the trouble of leaving Earth to find out.\"\n\n\"There's no one else here,\" she said quietly. Dragging the pen over the signature line, Chloe completed the workers contract and passed back the form. \n\n\"Excellent! The next freighter is scheduled to leave tomorrow, so we can transfer you now, if your credentials are up to date. One extra bonus is that your credit line will accrue interests in FTL, so when your body finally catches up, you'll have a tidy fortune.\"\n\nA lightbulb glowed then exploded in her mind. \"Wait, won't I have money when I get there?\"\n\n\"Oh, didn't you read the financials section? We can't transfer your credentials the same way. The data will be sent along with your body at FTL speed. But don't worry! It's only a few months of indentured work before it all catches up.\" Noticing her new reticence, the agent pushed her paperwork back over. \"There's time to say no.\"\n\n&nbsp;\n\nChloe thought about gravity as she took her last shower on Earth. The soap and shampoo sluiced down her long blond hair and smooth skin in white foamy rivulets, hugging her curves and pert breasts. The worksite planet's gravity was 0.5g, enough to be functional but she imagined jets of water spraying and splattering off her body with more violence. Cleaned and dried, she found the PRN-branded robe, then joined the queue of other workers, waiting to be transferred. \n\nThe chronopod occupied most of the space inside the white-tiled room, separated from the controller by a large glass window. The gleaming chrome and plexiglass made the pod look anachronistic, like an old person's idea of the future. Everything looked antiseptically clean. On the other side of the window, an indian woman with bobbed black hair pulled a microphone closer to her lips. A smile broke over her face and Chloe returned it with a little more sugar. *She's cute*. It dawned on her that the only thing dirty in the room was herself.\n\n\"Okay, Mr. Paulson, go ahead and disrobe, then put everything into the chute over there.\" The cute technician pointed to a square on the wall and Chloe complied. As she rolled the robe into a ball and dropped it, the chronopod hummed to life, blue lights illuminating footwells and hand holds. \"Whenever you're ready, step into the pod.\"\n\nThe molded bed kept Chloe's legs shoulder width apart, her sex on display for the tech to see. Embarrassed, she blushed and desperately wanted to put her hands over her crotch. \"This isn't how I normally like to greet new people.\"\n\nThe technician laughed. \"That's okay; I see plenty of junk on my shift. Not that yours is junk! You look… very pretty. Forgive me, but you don't look like a miner.\"\n\n\"I'm not. I signed up for crew support and hospitality.\" She let the euphemism sink in, until it was the technician's turn to blush. \"I'll admit, this is the longest outcall I've ever done.\"\n\nThey both laughed as the machine grew louder, more lights flashing, reflected off the glass. The tech worked silently, monitoring her dashboard for progress. Being naked and splayed on a time coffin didn't make Chloe nervous, but the quiet did. \"So how long have you been with PRN?\"\n\n\"Me? A couple years. They recruited me straight out of grad school.\"\n\n\"You must have seen some incredible things in that time.\" Chloe paused and took a deep breath. \"Any accidents?\"\n\n\"None. None on my shifts.\" \n\nThe escort had spent more time on her back and knees, more hours staring into a man's intimate eyes to know when she was being lied to. \"Must be nice. What's your name?\"\n\n\"Stella. Technically it's Interstellar because father was a hard-core sci-fi fan.\"\n\n\"I think that's cute. I think *you're* cute.\" Watching Stella jolt with surprise brought a smile to her face. \"Would you be kind enough to grant me a last wish?\"\n\n\"You're not going to die.\"\n\n\"Fine. My last wish on Earth?\" She watched the tech look back, assessing her like a science fair exhibit. \"Can I have a kiss? For good luck.\"\n\nA moment later, the room opened and Stella walked to the chronapod. Chloe looked up at her brown face and big eyes, her hair falling down like a black curtain. Dropping lower, hands cupping cheeks, their lips met and melted into a slow, warm kiss. Stella's breath smelled like citrus and tea. She pulled away and smiled before kissing again. The sensation travelled from Chloe's lips over her skin like electricity, tingling all her exposed extremities. She didn't have to feel her chest to know that her nipples were hard, that her sex had started to get warm and wet.\n\nThe technician rose and nodded her head. \"Anything else I can do for you? There's a little more time before the machine locks on target.\"\n\nChloe could think of a million things she'd like done to her in that moment, but didn't want to scare her new friend, or leave her behind with all these new feelings. *Another time, maybe we could have…* A prostitute and a postgraduate didn't have much in common. She shook her head. \"No, nothing else.\" Stella held her hand tenderly and guided it back into place before leaving the room.\n\n\"Go ahead and close your eyes, Ms. Paulson, the transfer is about to begin.\" The machine hummed more loudly around the chronopod, until the noise invaded and occupied every space in her mind. It felt like a dull weight, like the gravity around her was steadily increasing, pressing her deeper into the padding. In the droning darkness, Chloe forgot about space and time, eventually forgetting Stella's beautiful face until the low hum finally stopped.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nThe world was cold. Chloe couldn't stop shivering in the pod as her senses returned and her mind came back under her control. Light filtered through her eyelids. As the noise level dropped, she tilted her head out of the pod, towards the window of the empty control room. The door opened and a dark-skinned woman in glasses entered with a folded robe and slippers. Her brown eyes and face looked familiar.\n\n\"Welcome to the Clown Nebula, miss…\"\n\n\"Chloe Paulson. I'm here to work.\" The tech handed over the robe and heat flowed over her body like a warm bath.\n\n\"Excellent, we're happy to have you. Based on your physiology, I'm guessing you're here to work in the service sector?\" \n\nChloe nodded, unable to shake the feeling of deja vu. \"I'm sorry, I know this is impossible, but have we met? What's your name?\"\n\n\"Well, my model name is PRNGRD1033-GH-EA2 but it's the strangest thing? Everyone I meet here wants to call me Stella.\" She helped Chloe out of the pod, floating like a mote of dust in the low gravity. \"We have a rejuvenation center to help you get acclimated.\"\n\n\"That sounds really nice, Stella. Thank you.\" She touched her lips, still cold from cryo and wished they were warmer. Stepping out of the room, she stopped and looked out of the long expanse of glass, a panorama of the rocky world she now inhabited. The bright red and orange nebula looked like a vision of heaven itself. Her legs buckled but Stella held her by the hip. \n\nThe techbot brought her back to her feet and smiled. \"Don't worry, everyone does that. You're going to be fine.\" Chloe wrapped her arm over Stella's shoulder and believed it.\n\n*** \nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: If she'd known she'd be sitting in her friend's lap the whole time, she might not have worn such a short skirt... Then again, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun!
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"content": "Stacy sighed. \n\nTypical Trevor bullshit. She didn’t know what Madeline saw in the guy. \n\n“Hey, I know some parties,” Trevor had said. Yeah, that’d been a lie. \n\n“C’mon, Stacy,” Madeline had said, “Come out with us, it’ll be fun.” She was smarter than that, hotter than that, could do better than Trevor. \n\nAnd that creep, Brad, who followed Trevor around like he was on a leash. Who kept looking at Stacy when he thought she wasn’t looking. Who had nothing intelligent to say, ever. \n\nBut Stacy didn’t want Madeline going alone with Trevor and creepo Brad, so she’d rolled her eyes, tucked her red hair around her shoulder, and climbed into the back seat of Trevor’s piece of shit Mercury Sable with the peeling paint and knocking engine. \n\nThey’d rolled slow down the dark, damp streets. Brad had kept his hands to himself, but he kept glancing over, gaze mostly falling on her chest. Stacy could tell he wanted to try something, wanted to touch the bra that was, when the light was right, visible through her sheer top. But fuck that. \n\nTrevor had pulled up at his friend Jared’s house, and Jared’s house was a nightly stoner pit, definitely not a party. Just a bunch of losers playing Madden and giggling about pizza and looking lustily at her thighs, bare between her skirt and stockings, not one of them with the balls to actually do anything about it.\n\n“This is fucking lame,” Stacy had said. \n\nAnd for once, Madeline had agreed with her over Trevor. “Yeah, Trevor. Let’s get out of here.”\n\n“Fucking smells like monkey asshole, too,” Stacy said.\n\n“Heh, ‘monkey asshole,’” Brad had chuckled. \n\nStacy had rolled her eyes. “What a waste of this cute outfit. Where’s the fucking party, Trevor?”\n\n“Yeah, yeah,” Trevor had said, turning his car back on, rolling them away, slow and boring, just like his personality, “I know another one.”\n\n“Maddie, let’s, like, go to the clubs,” Stacy had said, “Trevor only knows parties that are lame.”\n\n“It’ll be ok,” Madeline had said, back to her usual self, desperate to appease everyone.\n\nTrevor’s phone rang. “Yeah?” He said into the screen. “Ok. Ok. Really? Yeah, no problem. Where? Mission and what? Ok, we’re coming now.”\n\n“This better be good,” Stacy said.\n\n“It’s Gerry’s,” Trevor said.\n\n“Hah, nice,” Brad had contributed nothing.\n\n“What’s Gerry’s?” Madeline asked, “Who’s Gerry?”\n\n“She’s this, like,” Trevor said, “Lady I know, or whatever. Chris is there. I need to go get him. And he knows a party, an exclusive one, one he’ll get us into.”\n\n“Chris, like poison oak Chris?” Madeline asked.\n\n“No, this is a different Chris. That Chris don’t know shit. You haven’t met this Chris.”\n\n“Holy shit, Trevor,” Stacy exclaimed, “It’s almost fucking midnight, what the fuck are we doing.”\n\n“Nah, it’ll be chill.”\n\nTrevor rolled them down the hill, low and slow, making sure to stop for every red, and slow for every green on the off chance it suddenly flipped to red. By the time he parked Stacy had nearly given up on the night. \n\n“I’ll be right back,” Trevor said.\n\n“You’re fucking leaving us here?”\n\n“I’ll be quick,” he said over his shoulder, walking up to some old, poorly-maintained Victorian, dull thump of music echoing out the windows. Stacy could see lights glowing from every window, rainbow flags and psychedelic artwork on the walls within. The front door was hanging open, a group of guys in tank tops sitting on the porch, smoking away. \n\n“What the fuck is this place?” Stacy demanded.\n\n“Gerry, she, like, let’s people crash or whatever,” Brad said, “Just gotta hook her up a joint or two.”\n\n“Goddam stoners,” Stacy sighed.\n\n“Trevor fuck Gerry, Brad?” Madeline asked.\n\n“I mean, not that I know,” Brad said, unconvincing.\n\nAt least Trevor wasn’t long in the house. But he did have a trail of people behind him. \n\n“What are you, the pied piper?” Stacy said through the window.\n\n“Huh?” Trevor looked blank, like always. Then he waved at the backseat. “Gotta make room for Jules.”\n\n“Who the fuck’s Jules? You said we’re picking up some asshole called Chris.”\n\nThe guys ignored her. \n\n“Jules is here, too?” Brad said, “Awesome.”\n\n“Yeah, awesome, but the thing is...” Trevor said, leaning in, talking over Stacy, “Jules is kinda fucked up, we need to get him out of here.”\n\n“What the shit?” Stacy was getting angrier, “Fucked up how?”\n\nA big guy standing behind Trevor leaned over into the bushes, retching. Another guy, shorter, muscled, intense, was holding him up, a pissed off woman beside them. \n\n“Fuck you, Trevor,” Stacy said, “That guy’s not fucking getting in here.”\n\n“Stacy,” Madeline said, pleading, trying to make peace, “It’s Trevor’s car.”\n\n“Maddie, this is fucked up! You’re in the front seat, and you’re my friend and all, but you aren’t the one going to have to sit next to these drunk assholes.”\n\n“I’m not leaving him here, Stacy,” Trevor said, cold.\n\n“There a problem?” the intense guy behind Trevor asked.\n\n“Nah, Chris, it’s all right,” Trevor said, “Just figuring some shit out.”\n\nThe pissed off-looking woman lit a cigarette. “Can we hurry this the fuck up?”\n\nStacy glared at Trevor. Trevor returned the gaze icily.\n\n“Hey now, Stacy,” Brad cut in, “You could sit on my lap.”\n\n“Not in a million fucking years,” Stacy said.\n\nMadeline’s face lit up, a spark of idea. “Hey, that’s not a bad idea,” she said, “Stacy, come up here. Sit on my lap. We’ll share the seat belt, it won’t be a problem.”\n\nStacy stayed quiet. She didn’t like the plan, but given the situation, she didn’t see a better option.\n\n“Can we just get in the fucking car?” Chris said, “Jules is coming around. Right, Jules? You got it, man?”\n\n“I’m good,” Jules coughed, throaty and wet. He definitely was not coming around, and did not have it. \n\nStacy rolled her eyes again, clutched her bag, and opened the door. \n“Fine, Trevor,” she said, “But you fucking owe me.”\n\nMadeline opened her door, and Stacy looked in, eyeing a spot on her friend’s lap. “Thank you thank you thank you,” Madeline said, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”\n\nMadeline smoothed out her skirt, covering as much of her thighs with it as she could, which wasn’t much. But Stacy just shrugged and climbed in, sitting on her friend’s lap. Her own skirt was even shorter, and with just a thong beneath it, she felt Madeline’s clothes directly against her skin. And below, on her thighs, she felt the heat of Madeline’s thighs, skin against skin. \n\nIt was a weirdly intimate feeling, and Stacy and Madeline exchanged a wordless glance, acknowledging the private accord. \n\n“Hot,” Brad made an obscene gesture from the backseat.\n\n“Not as hot as Jules’ puke,” Stacy said in retort. \n\nChris had slid into the middle seat, and him and Trevor were helping Jules into the seat nearest the door. \n\n“Hi Chris,” Stacy said, “I’m Stacy. Where’s this fucking party at?”\n\n“What party?” Chris was only half paying attention. “We just left the party. We’re taking the big guy here home.” He braced Jules’ shoulder. “You just let me know if you need anything, right Jules? You with me?”\n\n“I’m... err.... with you,” Jules said, half groan.\n\n“Your fucking boyfriend,” muttered Stacy under her breath, only loud enough for Madeline to hear. \n\nTrevor got back behind the wheel, and had started the car rolling again. “Sorry, Gerry,” he called out the window."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] "It's not that weird...you shave your face right? This isn't that different. I just need your help ok?"
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"content": "\"It's not that weird...you shave your face right? This isn't that different. I just need your help ok?\"\n\nMark stared at his niece in shock. \"Briana! I can't do that!\"\n\n\"Well, I can't do it.\" She waved her two broken arms for emphasis. \"And there's no one else to do it. Besides, it itches like hell. I'm going to scream.\"\n\nHis twenty year old niece Briana had broken her arms in a skiing accident a week earlier while visiting him at his cabin in the mountains. With the weather turning bad, she had been unable to fly home nor was his sister able to come here. They had a Skype call a few times each day to stay in touch, but it was clear his sister was worried.\n\n\"What's the worse that'll happen,\" she said. \"You'll cut me? Big deal. I've cut myself plenty of times.\"\n\nIt wasn't nicking her that worried him.\n\nHer eyes widened. \"It's because I'm your niece! I'm not a kid. You're not the first guy to see and touch my crotch. I'm not asking you to get me off.\"\n\nMark blushed. Where did Briana get this stuff?\n\n\"Fine,\" he agreed reluctantly. \"What do I need?\"\n\nHis niece rolled her eyes. \"What do you shave with?\"\n\n\"A razor? Shaving cream?\"\n\n\"Duh!\"\n\nMark filed a bowl with hot water, gathered a razor, shaving cream, and towels, and settled on the bed.\n\nBriana sighed. \"A little help please?\"\n\nTurning red, Mark helped her out of her sweatpants and underwear. He tried to avoid looking at the place between her tan, shapely thighs which was ridiculous.\n\nBriana shifted into a comfortable position and splayed her legs wide giving him a clear view of the thin brown patch covering her womanhood.\n\n\"How much do you want shaved?\"\n\n\"All of it! God! How do women not shave?\"\n\nHe sprayed a large mound of cream on his hand, closed his eyes, and slapped it on quickly and making a huge mess.\n\n\"Shit!\" Briana yelled.\n\nShaving cream had gone everywhere - on Briana's face, her clothes, the wall, and furniture.\n\n\"Sorry,\" he said. \"Just new at this.\"\n\nAfter cleaning up, he returned back to the bed and was more careful this time. Satisfied that everything was coated, he dipped the razor in the water and slowly ran it along her crotch cutting a strip in the white foam. Briana shuddered.\n\nAgain, another dip in the water and another patch removed. Only a couple of small red beads appeared on her nether lips when he finished. Using the towel he wiped the remaining lather.\n\n\"How's that,\" he asked.\n\nBriana had her eyes closed and was breathing hard. \"Can you check... Can you see if you... You know... Missed any...\"\n\nSwallowing, he touched her smooth mound and felt a couple of rough areas.\n\n\"Maybe you should do it one more time,\" Briana breathed. \"To be safe. You know.\"\n\nMark refilled the bowl with fresh water and repeated the process again.\n\n\"Don't go so fast,\" Briana gasped. \"Go slower.\"\n\nWhen it was over, her mouth hung open, and she was panting.\n\n\"Is that good?\"\n\nBriana only nodded wordlessly.\n\nMark helped her back into her panties and sweatpants then carried the shaving items from the room.\n\n\"Can you close the door,\" she asked.\n\nA few minutes later Mark stretched out on his bed trying to command the erection tenting his pants to go down. She was his niece! She had broken her arms and needed help. That was all.\n\nFrom the other side of the wall came the faint rhythmic creaking of the bed in Briana's room. It lasted for sometime and was followed by a sudden cry that ended abruptly.\n\nThe snowstorm lasted another day, and it was a week before the roads cleared enough for Mark to take Briana to the airport to meet her mother.\n\nEach night of those seven days, Briana asked if he minded shaving her, and he did. Each time he lay in his bed listening to the faint creaking and the brief cry of pleasure. On the third night, Mark slipped his manhood from its prison and slid his hand along the shaft in time to his niece.\n\nAt the airport, just before joining the queue at the security gate, Briana rose on tip toes and kissed his cheek.\n\n\"I'm going to miss you,\" she said. Tears filled her eyes.\n\n\"Wow,\" his sister Kate said. \"You two really bonded.\"\n\nMark smiled. \"Briana's my favorite niece.\"\n\nKate laughed. \"She's your only niece.\"\n\n\"Maybe I can come back in the summer,\" Briana suggested. \"You promised to take me backpacking.\"\n\n\"I'd like that,\" Mark said and gave her a final hug.\n\n\"Me too,\" Briana replied with a knowing smile. \"I'll try not to forget my razor next time.\"\n\nKate gave them a confused look. \"What's that about?\"\n\nMark and Briana laughed and at the same time answered \"Inside joke.\""
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