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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Incest Exposed
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"content": "I have 3ish?\n\n1. It's the father's 50th birthday and the whole family is there for the celebration at a lake house. There are brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and the odd grandparent. Unbeknownst to any of them the mother and son are secretly in love. They go skinny dipping during the party and their clothes go missing. Will they get back into the party without getting caught or will their sordid secret and naked bodies be exposed? (Humiliation, public nudity, cuckoldry, mother and son).\n\n2. A father and daughter were always uncomfortably close in the eyes of bystanders everywhere. She dotes on him like a wife and he is quite clearly attracted to her. One might however the tickle fight goes a bit far and they end up fucking in a public place and they get caught by someone or someones who are quite familiar with her. (Father, daughter, public, humiliation).\n\n3. A pair of siblings keep daring each other to do things that get more and more risky. Then one day they realise these dates are sexual tension in disguise. They get together and then one of their dates goes too far and the rest of their school, town, or family find out. (Humiliation, siblings, dares, risky sex)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Tranformation) They thought their wish was foolproof: "Give me the perfect body for the person who will love me the most!", However, the transformation would be prove to be more than just cosmetic, or more than just HUMAN...
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"content": "​\n\nShe had always been self-conscious about her appearance, feeling that she was not pretty enough to attract the man of her dreams. But Leila was not the type to cry, but rather the type who took action. After days of scouring through that dirty deposit of cursed objects from the academy, she finally found it.\n\nIt was a shining stone, and according to the information, it would grant any wish, no matter how twisted. But Leila was prepared. She grasped the stone, but nothing happened. No genies, no shadows, no demons summoned. Just a blue glow.\n\n\"Hmm...let me see,\" Leila thought carefully. She knew that if she asked for the perfect body she would be tricked, maybe turned into a statue or something like that. Then, an idea struck her mind like a bolt of lightning: \"Give me the perfect body for the person who will love me the most!\"\n\neila's body began to contort and change in ways that she couldn't have imagined. Her clothes stretched and ripped as her body expanded, her muscles bulging and growing. Her skin rippled and changed color, taking on a golden fur patterned with dark brown stripes. Her fingers elongated and sharpened into claws, and her ears moved to the top of her head, becoming triangular and pointed. As the transformation completed, Leila stood before Oliver as a magnificent anthropomorphic tigress.\n\nOliver, who had been watching the transformation in shock, couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. He was surprised, bewildered and a little scared by the sudden change in Leila's appearance, but also couldn't help but feel attracted by her new sensual and wild appearance. The tigress Leila, with her golden fur, her sharp claws and her new feline features, was undeniably beautiful. She seemed more alive and radiant than ever before. But he also fear for her, because he didn't know what would happen next, and could only imagine the possible danger that this change would bring.\n\nLeila fell to her knees, looking at her new body with fear and tears in her eyes, while Oliver tried to comfort her.\n\n\"Shit... what happened to me? cursed stone\" She said in anger and tears.\n\n\"Calm down... maybe it was your wish...\"\n\n\"My wish? Who would want a anthropomorphic tigress?\" She asked.\n\nOliver seemed nervous, he looked around and tried to change the subject. But then Leila's eyes caught something, she looked at Oliver's bag and grabbed the papers.\n\n\"Fuck no\" She said incredulously as she looked at the anthropomorphic furry figures \"Who buys furry magazines?\"\n\nOliver gazed deeply into Leila's eyes, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He had been holding in his feelings for her for so long, and now, in this moment, he knew that he couldn't keep them locked away any longer.\n\n\"sorry, i cant hold it more, but i always liked you\" his say. nervously \"i dont ever know how to say that: but i really..really like you\"\n\nLeila's hand went to her mouth as she let out a gasp of surprise. The way Oliver was expressing his love was so sincere, so raw and vulnerable, that it caught her off guard.\n\n\"it..its my falt i always tease you\" she hais looking down\n\n\"no...no..you are awesome\" oliver say lifting her beatly face to stare her eyes.\n\n\"but...tigers and furrys?\"\n\n\"Well, sorry but i have some weird tastes\"\n\nLeila smile, standing up and looking for her new body. The muscles. the fur. sharp sensations and senses and all that things are sexy as fuck for her. And oliver like every inch of that figures. . She had never felt so fierce and beautiful in her life, and she knew this transformation had empowered her in unimaginable ways. Her new form was like a dream come true, and she was thrilled to explore all the possibilities of being a tigress.\n\nWithout realizing it, Oliver took a step closer to her, wanting to learn more of her newly unveiled beauty. His heart pounded in rhythm with his steps, anxious to feel the warmth of her soft fur against his skin. Leila\n\nhe let out a little roar that sent shiver through oliver skin, and her smile.\n\n\"well...it's not bad, you have good taste\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The boss's daughter gets mistaken for a stripper. She decides to play along...
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"content": "The Bounceback [Part 1/4]\n\nThe front door slammed, Maria's heels clicking loudly against the cement pathway to the house as she stormed down the walk. The door opened behind her, a young man without a shirt yodeling along as he struggled to get his pants on over a raging erection. \"Maria, please. J–just hold on a minute, I can explain!\" \n\nMaria whirled on him, her eyes burning with fury, \"Explain? What the fuck is there to explain, Bryan?\" She pulled her black peacock tighter around herself, feeling very exposed on the suburban street. She shoved the Bryan hard, making him stumble back a few feet. \"I came here to see you, and I find you getting undressed with some skank, and you expect me to not be upset?\" \n\nThe young man held up his hands, his face marked with bewilderment. His skinny body shivering a bit in the cool air. \"Babe, you don't seem to understand that U'm just not the kind of guy to settle, okay? I can't help but share what I have. So why don't you come in and I'll let both of you get so–\" He never finished the sentence, Maria slapped him across the face hard enough to send him stumbling into a nearby bush. \n\n\"You're fucking delusional.\" She spat, climbing into her car and peeling away from her now ex-boyfriend's house. As she drove, Maria's jacket fell open. Revealing the tiny black cage bra and thong she'd worn. The garters and stockings that went so well with her heels. Stopping at a traffic light, she looked up in the rear view mirror and saw her pretty face, framed by long black hair. Her brown eyes, normally deep and caring now rimmed with tears as anger burned away and just left misery. She started to sob against her steering wheel and decided to pull into a gas station for a few minutes. \n\nAfter a good, long cry session, Maria bought an iced tea and a muffin from the convenience store and went back to her car. She sighed as she ate and drank deeply. Bryan had been her boyfriend for four months to the day. She'd taken a chance on him. A scrawny, needy shy type who had crushed on her in high-school. They ended up talking in college and she agreed to give him a chance, and look where it got her. \n\nIn retrospect, she should have felt better. She was definitively out of his league. A lovely girl like her, smart and confident, yet all he ever seemed to do was complain. About the clothing she wore, about his classes, about her choice of major, that she wouldn't try and invite her friends for a threesome, all of it. She'd even dressed up in this skimpy outfit to try and coaxe a fun, romantic night in for their after Bryan \"forgot to get dinner reservations.\" Maria scoffed again, this always happened to her. She must have had the absolute worst taste in men. \n\nThe drive home was long and lonely. Maria's initial plan was to just go home and climb into bed. She could mope tomorrow, call up her friends and make plans then. For now, she just wanted to be alone. Naturally, when she pulled up to her house, she was more than a little surprised and perturbed to see a myriad of cars she didn't recognize parked on the street. \n\nMaria groaned, she'd completely forgotten that her dad mentioned he was hosting something for work tonight! Her mom was out of town, Maria was likely going to be out with Bryan all night, it had been the perfect time to host, but that obviously didn't work out the way they'd hoped."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: little brother walks in on big sisters slumber party now he needs to be punished~
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"content": "David stopped dead in his tracks. His heart raced as he \nfroze in the doorway, completely captivated by the scene layed out before him. \nHis older sister, Rachel, was lying on her bed, completely naked except for a \nstrip of fabric covering her eyes. Her hand and feet were tied to her headboard \nso that her hands were splayed out, and her legs pulled back towards her head, \ncompletely exposing her bald pink pussy to the now open doorway. She moaned \nloudly as the small black cylinder poking out of her ass, started buzzing at an \nirregular pace. \n \nDavid jumped as a hand covered his mouth, and a rough voice \nwhispered in his ear. \"Don't make a sound. I'll come deal with you \nlater.\" The hand slowly lifted away from his mouth. Too stunned to speak, \nhe turned and headed for his own room, heart racing and barely noticed the tall \nblack man standing in the hallway. \n \nDavid winced every time he heard Rachel scream in pleasure \nfrom her room, until he heard his own door push open. The man was standing in \nthe doorway blocking his escape. \"The slut didn't mention someone else \nwould be here.\" The rough voice echoed around David's head. \"Who are \nyou?\" \n \nDavid blinked as the man slowly walked towards him. \n\"I'm.... D...David. Rachel's brother.\" He said, knowing better than to \nchallenge the use of the word 'slut' to describe his sister. \n \n\"Hmmm...interesting.\" The more he entered the \nroom, the more aware David was becomming that he was as naked as his sister. \n\"I'm guessing this is the first time you've seen her slutty side.\" \n \n\"Yes..\" David started. \n \n\"Ever fantasize about her? About seeing her naked? \nMaybe dipping your pathetic little cock in her pussy?\" He almost spat the \nfinal words as he moved closer, bathing him, and his cock, in light properly \nfor the first time. \n \n\"No.\" Daid said on reflex. \"Never.\" \n \n\"Oh really!\" He made a little laugh, causing his \nlong, thick cock to sway slightly. \"Why not?\" \n \n\"I'm gay.\" David forced himself to say, openly \nadmitting it for the first time and trying not to stare at the cock swinging \nbefore him. David hoped that that would make the man leave him alone. \n \n\"Well now...\" He suddenly stopped, quizzicly \nstaring at David. \"You like what you see?\" The man stepped forward, \ncausing his cock to swing back and forth, in an almost hypnotic pattern. \n\"You do! Don't you?\" \n \n\"Urmmm...well...no...no. You're Rachel's boyfr-\" \n \n\"Master.\" He cut David off. \"I am her Master. \nShe is my slave. You did a bad thing and interrupted our session.\" David \nstares at the cock blankly, his own starting to stiffen as this man spoke. \n\"I've had to strap a vibrator to her pussy, and force her to cum her \nbrains out over and over. All because of you and your big nose.\" He sits \ndown on the bed, as Rachel screams from down the hall. \"Which means, \nshe'll likely won't be able to take me tonight.\" David didn't register the \nmanner in which this man was speaking about his sister. He was fascinated about \nthis man's cock. \"So I've got a problem, and I can see you are going to \nhelp me solve it.\" \n \n\"I am?\" David said, more out of curiosity than \nobjection. \n \n\"Yes, you are.\" He stated. \"Now, take off \nyour clothes. Now.\" The command barely registered with David as he found \nhimself doing it. For some reason David seemed to be entranced by this man. As \nDavid took off his boxers, to reveal his hard cock, the man stood up and walked \nover to David. \"Well...this is a pathetic little cock isn't it.\" The \nman reached out and roughly slapped David's erect cock, sending a spike of \npleasure shooting through David. David let out a moan. The man laughed. \n\"Follow me.\" \n \nWithout saying another word, the man turned and left David's \nroom, causing him to follow. The man was stood outside Rachel's room, and \ngestured for David to enter again, as Rachel let out another scream of \npleasure, another orgasm shaking through her. \"Hands and knees, next to \nthe bed.\" The man instructed. David complied. \n \nWithout saying another word, the man reached down and waved \nsomething in front of David's face. Instinct told him to breathe it in. He felt \nhis muscles relax as a cold liquid was pressed into his asshole. Knowing what \nwas going to come, David tried to complain, but before the words formed in his \nmouth, the man had roughly pushed his large cock past his virgin opening. \nDavid's ass stretched to accommodate cock forcing its way into him, sending \nstreaks of both pain and pleasure coursing through him and directly into his \ncock, which immediately started leaking pre-cum directly into Rachel's carpet. \n \nThe man grunted, as David screamed in pain and pleasure, a \nheavy set of balls slapping his own. Rachel moaned again as she shuddered her \nway through another orgasm. The man started to thrust, rhythmically as David \nstruggled to accommodate the cock splitting him open. Pain gave way to \npleasure, as the man started to settle into a rhythm, slowly increasing the \nspeed every time Rachel screamed and shook on the bed next to them. The faster \nthe man went, the more pleasure David leaked into the carpet. \n \nAs Rachel shook in silence on the bed next to them, the man \npushed into David harder and harder, pushing David to his limit. When the man \nsuddenly withdrew, Daniel's orgasm crashed over him, spilling his cum all over \nthe carpet below him. The man grunted as Rachel whimpered and David heard the \nman cum all over his sister. \n \nAfter a few minutes, the man knelt down by David and \nwhispered in his ear: \"Your mine now, slut. Be ready for next time I see \nyou.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Single Mother
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"content": "I was thinking of her lover perhaps being younger and tends to her needs. He's adventurous and a Dom when he would have sex with her, though I can think of him someone that would care for his lover. One thing that came to mind to me right now was that he may have been her neighbor at some point. He was a college student when they meet and things just happened between them. He would be the one that introduced her to the current lifestyle that she would grow to love and he would be her teacher."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Elven princess is expected to receive extensive and refined training in many arts: Court, dance, magic, science, *and* sex!
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"content": "Zala hurried down the ornate hall, bare feet slapping against a cold, but pleasantly smooth floor. Her breathing was heavy, and she alternated rubbing at her side and her shoulder. Her ash-gray skin was leopard-printed with discolored welts and her hand wraps were soaked with sweat and - in places - blood from where she had worked them raw through training. Trying to undo the bandages on the go, she winced as she began to pry one away. \r \n\r \nShe maintained pace, rounding a corner with such determination that she nearly bowled over a short white-haired girl who was lost in thought while meticulously dusting an intricate glass sculpture. As the shocked servant was thrown off-balance Zala nimbly cut in, wrapping an arm around her back and steadying her. She smiled apologetically, ruffled the short girl’s hair and murmured,\r \n\r \n“I’m sorry for scaring you, little one.”\r \n\r \nThe younger elf was awestruck, looking up at her with massive, wide eyes,\r \n\r \n“M-my lady…”\r \n\r \nThinking fast, Zala whipped a simple rag out from a back pocket and quickly finished unwrapping her tired hands, stuffing the filthy cloth strips into a neat bundle and extending it to the girl.\r \n\r \n“Would you pass these on to the Housemother?”\r \n\r \n She smiled again when she received a silent nod in response, \r \n\r \n“You’re really helping me out! Thank you.”\r \n\r \nThey took off in separate directions, Zala proceeding towards her original destination, and the girl quickly scurrying to fulfill a precious request from the Lady herself. The princess made a mental note of the girl’s features so she could later send a pastry, or toy as a token of gratitude. Though it may displease her father and Avfir - her etiquette tutor - to hear, that little task immediately took priority over practicing her posture, or script, or the courting rules she was taught only a day ago. \r \n\r \nStill, there was one concern on her mind more pressing than all, and she was finally upon it - she hurtled through a heavy wooden door, then around two more corners, coming to a wide-open chamber. Almost all but a thin perimeter of the room, as well as a wider section at the entrance, was dedicated to housing a massive walk-in bath, bubbles rising from select spots where the tiled bottom was set with magical warming stones. After the martial courtyard and her own private chambers, this was her favorite place on the grounds. \r \n\r \nMovement to her side drew her eye, and she found a servant she had never met sitting cross legged, a book in his hands. He smiled, nodded his head low in place of a polite bow, and began to rise. He gently placed the book back on the cushion and stretched to his full height, about half a head taller than the princess.\r \n\r \nHe had neatly styled black hair, gray eyes sparkling with a playful, maybe mischievous twinkle, and - notably - round ears. His skin, too, was a healthy tan olive rather than the deathly whites and grays of highborn elves. \r \n\r \n“Lady Zala! I’ve been expecting you - please, make yourself comfortable before we exchange introductions.”\r \n\r \nHe spoke formally, with perfect diction, and yet there was a subtle play to his voice. The entire sentence had an ebb and flow. Unlike curt, even-toned elves, humans treated language as a shared song. He reeked of diplomat, or suitor, but Zala was far too exhausted to make a scene and chase him out - sighing and resigning to losing the pleasure of a perfectly solitary bath, she took a seat on a raised chair and began to strip. \r \n\r \nFirst, she pulled a loose black shirt over her head, tousling her mid-length white hair out of the loose bun it had been tied into for combat practice. With loose and wild hair, ashen skin, and padded pants and no top - save for a chest-wrap - the Lady seemed more ready to go into battle as a berserker than go into a pool of warmed, bubbling water to relax. Hasan stifled a chuckle at her expense. \r \n\r \nZala tried to get at the cloth fixing her breasts in place, wincing as exhausted muscles and bruises made themselves known with fresh jolts of pain. She looked up at the man, and he wordlessly nodded. She was glad - naturally, she wasn’t ashamed of her naked body, nor was she particularly conscious of being bare around servants, but requesting a foreign man undress her out loud still felt a little too bold. As gentle hands caressed her back, searching for the beginning or end of the cloth strip, her worries melted away. \r \n\r \n“You carry a lot of tension with you, my Lady.”\r \n\r \nHe found a knot in her muscles, kneading with a delicate, controlled hand. The princess let out a surprised gasp, then stiffened, and as he pressed against her harder, released an involuntary moan. After some searching, he was finally able to unwrap her, uncovering two petite, perky breasts. Her nipples were just a shade darker than the rest of her spotless, smooth skin, nearly the same color as her lips. She wasted no time in slipping off her pants, arching her back and - unbeknownst to her - giving him an unimpeded glimpse of her round ass and soft, ever-so-slightly puffy pussy. Dumping all her garments in a pile behind her as she waded into the pool. Her ears twitched as the heat enveloped her and immediately went to work dulling her various aches."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When they got matching tattoos of a symbol they found in a book, they didn't realize it would cause each of them to experience whatever sexual sensations the other experienced!
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"content": "**Introduction:** \nDearest Diary,\n\nI closed out your previous volume with a bit of a cliffhanger in that I was preparing to go on The Trip! The Trip of a Lifetime with her! Looking back through older volumes tells me that I don't always follow through with the conclusion of the cliffhanger. Sorry. Closing a volume is so joyous and starting a new one is just so daunting, that the cliffhanger doesn't get any traction. This time is different as I sit and write on the PLANE!\n\nThe past few days has been a blur with activity. Who knew banks could be such Dicks! Traveling overseas from the middle of the country isn't done often, rarely actually, such that those people are as clueless as I was about traveling overseas. Thank God for the good people of the internet. I'm traveling with new Credit Cards, from established international banks. Anyway, that's the boring part of traveling.\n\nGoing through security with that much cash was a NIGHTMARE! They took me out of line and into a back room. THEY TOOK MY CLOTHES, not just my shoes but took my underwear too! Thank goodness I was wearing a matching set and had shaved this morning. I mean, who wants to be buried with a hairy pussy? Right? Fucking paper clothing sucks, cold and scratchy. It felt like longer than it was back there. Americans treating fellow Americans like that is just so damn awful.\n\nMy hands are shaking just thinking about that awful woman's fingers going into places few others have touched. God, I had to stand naked in the bathroom, a public bathroom, infront of the sinks to wipe that slick goo off of myself. Fucking humiliating. Thankfully she stood outside the door and kept anyone from walking in on that scene, but still! We boarded the plane with seconds, I mean Seconds, to spare. Anyway, I wish that was all I had to deal with on this trip.\n\nShe bought the tickets, fine, right? Oh no, I got the middle seat and she's in the isle seat. Next to me is this huge obese Fucker that is spilling over the armrests. I'm leaning over next to her, rubbing shoulders, while the little witch is reading what I'm writing. I'm going to lay my head on her shoulder and drool so much it that it soaks her bra. I mean if she was wearing one that is, the pert upturned nipples of hers doesn't need an over the shoulder boulder holder like me.\n\nOw, fuck, you bitch, stop pinching me. I'm telling you Texas Titty Twisters aren't just in Texas! Stop, seriously, we aren't a mile up yet, are we?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You got transported to another world. The world you arrived in uses a class system like warrior, rogue, and mage. However, your current class is Sex Worker. Happy adventuring!
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"content": "I approached the table, they wore their profession on their sleeves, more or less. One warrior, an orcish woman wearing armor that looked like it weighed more then I did. One Rouge, an elf of some sort with dark skin, darker leathers and numerous slender weapons for any occasion. And finally the mage, long flowing robes on a short gnome with a staff taller then she was and her nose buried in the book she was reading.\n\n\"You look like you need a healer.\" I said with a gentle sultry smile. The warrior, their aparant leader looked me up and down, a human dressed in a small assortment of transparent and opaque red fabrics, leaving little of my lean musculature to the imagination.\n\nWhile it was not uncommon for a codpiece to be packed on one who shares my profession, the Rouge confirmed for her companion \"he's legit.\"\n\n\"What is your level?\" The mage asked, only glancing up from her book to confirm what i was.\n\n\"Twelve.\" I answered.\n\nThe warrior sighed \"you are right, we are in need of a healer, though we do need one of no less then level twenty five.\"\n\n\"We won't find one just sitting around though.\" The mage pointed out. \"I see little reason not to take a job or two to assist this sir in meeting our needs. It certainly beats waiting yet another week for another healer to cross our path. Besides, my purse is getting rather light.\"\n\n\"If you doubt my profession I will accept a half-share on the first job, but only on the first one.\" I offered, sensing my employment being potentially endangered.\n\n\"You will find no doubters of your work among our group. I tried it myself for a week, and I do not envy the effort you put into...\" the Rouge began. \"Everything.\" She ended tactfully.\n\n\"I do not wish to place the lives of my comrades in untested hands.\" The warrior said. \"I shall pay, but if you wish to join us on our adventures, you must prove your ability to each of us, a single vote against you and we will need to seek elsewhere.\"\n\n\"That sounds reasonable enough, shall we begin?\" I smiled wide, my employment was finally secured and with it, my debt was sure to be paid."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Its dress up night for the harem! Everyone is dressed in sharp suits or nice formal dresses. Perfect for some fun!
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"content": "Feb. 29\n\nI did my best to hold still as Kat adjusted the bunny tail on my butt.\n\n“You okay back there?” I asked. \n“I’m just enjoying the view,” Kat replied, giving me a pinch. I laughed and pulled my ass away from her, checking to ensure she had properly seated my tail. Satisfied the little white tuft was in the proper position, I tugged and adjusted my leotard. The tight, black fabric was worming into all manner of inconvenient crevices, chafing me horribly. \n\n“How can you stand this?” I asked. Kat smiled, twirling and hopping in place. The little brunette was as high energy as ever, bursting with excitement.\n\n“I’m channeling my inner bunny,” She answered with a giggle.\n\n“I need everyone’s ears,” Margaret snapped her fingers, drawing our attention. She was dressed much the same as the rest of us, save for the little golden choker denoting her position as Master’s favorite. We all wore the same black leotards, bearing a printed ‘tuxedo’ style bow tie and lapel. But on our fearless leader, the outfit could stop a bus. Margaret was a gorgeous blonde with a perfect body. Her perky, generous breasts strained the limits of her pushup bra’s strength, and her long stocking clad legs were impossible to look away from.\n\nDespite her best efforts, Margaret’s bodily perfection could not be nullified by the sourness of her face, no matter how sternly she frowned at us.\n\n“This dinner is extremely important to Master,” The head slave explained gravely, “I expect everyone will be on their absolute best behavior. You’ve each been assigned a single dinner guest. You have memorized their names and preferences from the sheet I provided, of course?” Margaret looked expectantly over the leotard-tuxedo-bunny clad women gathered in the mansion’s industrial kitchen. None of us replied, so she continued.\n\n“We’ll be serving a salad, appetizer, main course, and dessert, and be responsible for clearing dishes following each course. Does anyone have questions?”\n\nMargaret was fierce and commanding, two attributes which are exceptionally difficult to pull off while wearing a tuxedo leotard and a bunny tail.\n\n“I have a question,” Abigail, standing to my left, whispered in my ear, intentionally below Margaret’s hearing level.\n\n“For an important business dinner, should you dress your slaves like strippers?” The older slave asked, her voice dripping with signature sarcasm.\n\nI tried not to laugh, but a wayward giggle drew Margaret’s attention.\n\n“Something funny, Marcie?” She asked me.\n\n“No ma’am,” I replied with fake enthusiasm, “I’m excited to get started!”\n\n“Good,” Margaret said. “Be impressive, ladies.”\n\nI was fortunate enough to be serving a kindly older woman, a wife of one of Master’s business partners. She was quite kind to me as I moved dishes and placed food for her. As I removed her emptied soup bowl from the table, her husband grabbed my wrist. An older man dressed in a business suit, He flashed a smile at me from beneath a bushy mustache.\n\n“Say, Mr. Morgan, What’s this one’s name?” The older man addressed Master, his eyes locked on me. The businessman eyed me closely, running his gaze up my legs and stopping at my chest.\n\n“That’s Marcie,” Master replied calmly, “My newest purchase.”\n\nThe older man whistled, shaking his head.\n\n“She’s easy on the eyes. I don’t suppose you’d send her to our hotel tonight? The missus and I would have a lot of fun with her.” My eyes flicked to his wife when he asked, and she looked away, blushing. She covered a smile.\n\n“Desmond!” She protested, swatting his arm. “Don’t be so cheeky!” Desmond laughed, and Master smiled.\n\n“Of course, I’d be happy to have her sent over. She’s quite skilled in bed. And when you're done, she’ll kick your ass at ping pong.” Master smiled, and Desmond laughed.\n\n“Really? Ping pong? How funny. I don’t think I’ll have the opportunity to try her at that. Ping pong! My… what an interesting slave to purchase,” He released my wrist, and I resumed silently collecting dishware.\n\n“That reminds me of another slave I once owned. This girl was amazingly skilled with a fencing sword…”\n\nDesmond began a tale of his long sold slave, and the conversation stuck on that topic for the rest of the night. Master was a world renowned slave collector. I was the only the most recent addition to his world class collection, and the two men spoke on their shared hobby for hours after the dessert had been served.\n\nAnd so it was that I found myself in Kat’s borrowed shorts and too-small halter top, looking up at the bright lights of a downtown hotel. I had a room number, a purse with Margaret’s cell phone (‘Just in case’ - thank you Margaret!) and a pair of high heels that my ankles would regret.\n\nMy heart hammered in my chest as Whitlow pulled the limo to a stop. When I finally summoned the courage, I opened the door, stood out of the vehicle, and walked inside. Quickly, almost manically, my heels clicked across the concrete as I made way into the lobby.\n\nAN: I don’t have the rest planned and I’m trying to keep this short, as this was all I thought of when I read the prompt. If you want to see more of Marcie, Margaret, and the other girls in Mr. Morgan’s harem, you can imagine them with your brain. Or if you prefer, click the link in my profile to read the stories I’ve written about them in “Master’s Favorite Toy”."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A mischievous bard tricks to rival adventurers into getting into a competition to see which of them can be the best bimbo...
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"content": "Four adventurers sat around a campfire after a long day. Three of them ate hunks of bread and cheese while the last pored over a book the four had liberated from a ghoul-haunted abbey. The reader, a waifish elf bard, spoke up, \"Say, how about we play a game?\"\n\nThe barbarian Logar Thunderer could not back down from a challenge. Through a mouthful of bread, he said, \"Name your stakes, Elwin.\"\n\nElwin replied, \"This book describes a fascinating song. I want to see its effects.\"\n\nHorge, their stout human cleric, narrowed his eyes, \"What kind of effects?\"\n\n\"That's what I'm curious about. It's written in an unusual Dark Elf Script, and there's a word whose translation I'm unsure of. Whoever listens will be granted something like *the energy of women*, or *the rank of priestess* or maybe *wife-shaped power*.\"\n\nLogar laughed, \"Hah! Wife-shaped power. Better than whore-shaped power, I should think.\"\n\nThe last of the group, the sorceress Caro Starhand, said, \"But what does it mean? Well, experimentation is the best way to learn.\"\n\nHorge sighed,\n\n\"As long as you think it's safe.\"\n\nElwin positioned her hands on her flute. She played the opening notes of a haunting melody, then stopped and readjusted, \"Alright. Tell me if you start to feel like a priestess.\"\n\nShe started again, and the other three closed their eyes. They were all familiar with the familiar tingle of Elwin's magic that crept up on them.\n\nAfter several measures, Caro spoke up,\n\n\"I don't feel any different,\" she said.\n\nNext, Horge opened his eyes, \"Nothing yet.\"\n\nLogar shook out his wild mane, \"Weak music! You have played much stronger than this!\"\n\nElwin kept playing, but rolled her eyes and gestured to the pipe still between her lips. Her message was clear *\"I'm not done yet, you idiots.\"*\n\nAfter several more measures, Horge was the next to speak, \"I feel... lighter?\"\n\nCaro looked him over, but said nothing.\n\nLogar cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, \"The power! I feel it.\"\n\nElwin kept playing. \n\nHorge stood up and began to dance by himself.\n\nCaro tapped her feet and watched Horge bounce. For a moment, something seemed off about him, but he twirled and it was gone.\n\nCaro called out, \"Horge.\"\n\nHorge stopped, \"What?\"\n\nCaro touched his hand, \"You look... I think something's happening.\"\n\nHorge twirled again and laughed, \"Come on. Dance with me!\"\n\nShe stood up and joined him.\n\nLogar watched Caro's ass swaying in the moonlight. He barely noticed that it was growing larger under her sheer robe.\n\nIt took him fifteen seconds to realize that Horge was undergoing similar changes, and another fifteen to realize there was anything weird about that. \n\n\"Wait,\" Logar finally said, \"Something's... like, really weird you guys.\"\n\nHorge turned to look at him and giggled, \"Oh, wow! Logar! Your tits.\"\n\nLogar felt himself and found he had a pair of fat breasts. He twiddled his newly perky nipples.\n\nCaro grabbed Horge's ass, \"Like, uh, yours too Horgie.\"\n\nHorge looked down at himself and giggled in surprise. He jumped in place, and his breasts bounced with him.\n\nLogar grunted in confusion, \"Did Elwin do this?\"\n\nCaro said, \"I'm not compl- not com... It's totally cool,\" and giggled about it. The two others joined her.\n\nThe music lulled for a moment, and their gaze fell upon Elwin. She was still normal, and still engrossed in the song.\n\nCaro gestured towards Elwin and made a grabby motion at chest height, \"We should, like, punish her. It's her fault.\" \n\nLogar agreed, \"Like, we totally should.\"\n\nHorge was too distracted by Logar's wobbling breasts to add anything.\n\nBefore they could make a move, Elwin concluded her song. \n\nShe looked at up them and asked, \"Well, notice anything?\"\n\nCaro purred, \"You're a verrry naughty girl.\"\n\nElwin looked each of them up and down, \"I'm sure I don't know what you mean.\"\n\nHorge murmured, \"boob...\"\n\nLogar leaned down until his cleavage was even with Elwin's face. He put one hand on his hip and said, \"Like, girl, come on.\" Caro and Horge joined Logar, trapping Elwin on three sides with a wall of boobs.\n\nElwin overdramatically put one hand on her forehead and gasped, \"Oh no! Whatever shall I do?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Youre starting to wonder if you want more out of your clones that occasional help and pleasure….
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"content": "\"Pick up, damn you.\"\n\nI was standing before the window of my penthouse, gazing out across the city as I waited for Dr. Roquelaure to pick up the phone. There was an urgent matter I needed to speak with her about. As I was on the verge of breaking the window out of frustration, my phone finally stopped ringing as Natalia's voice came through. \"Good evening, Ms. Millport.\"\n\n\"Natalia, thank God. There's something wrong with my clones.\"\n\n\"What seems to be the problem, Constance? Organ failure? Inexplicable illnesses?\"\n\nI was in such a state that I didn't even bother reminding her to call me Ms. Millport. \"Nothing that dour, I promise. Lately my clones seem to be rather... depressed, I suppose. Their smiles look forced and they seem so resigned when I ask them to do things.\"\n\nThere was a long period of silence before Natalia spoke up again. \"Sounds like a new problem. Send your clones back to the lab and I'll send a replacement batch once I've figured it out.\"\n\nMy blood ran cold. \"R--Replacement?! No, you can't do that!\"\n\n\"Why not? The problem will be gone and you'll have clones again, so what's the issue?\"\n\n\"The issue is I love my darlings, you stupid--\" I stopped as I processed what I had just said. And once I was finished processing that, I moved on to how I had been treating my clones as little more than my own personal legion of maids and sex dolls, very nearly collapsing under the weight of my guilt. \"Ohhhh, I'm a god-damned idiot.\"\n\nI immediately hung up and called out, \"Girls, meet me in the bedroom!\" I sat on the edge of the bed and watched my fourteen clones enter and line up before me. Tears began to form in my eyes as I said, \"I owe all of you a grand apology for my behavior. I lied to myself and you about what I wanted, and you girls were treated so much worse than you deserve as a result.\"\n\nI dropped to my knees and held Constance's hand as I tearfully begged, \"Please, please forgive me! I can't afford to not have you in my life!\"\n\nConstance tilted my head up and smiled. \"There's nothing to forgive. We love you, Constance.\"\n\nMy heart fluttered as I hugged Constance tightly and replied, \"I love you girls. So very much.\" As the other girls moved in to join the hug, I marvelled at how naturally my confession rolled off my tongue. I pressed my forehead to Constance's and purred, \"All of you, on the bed. I want to show you my love.\"\n\nThe girls moved onto the bed, pulling off clothes and planting kisses everywhere they could. Once we were all freshly naked, I pulled one of the Constances in for a kiss, heavy with tongue. Her hand made its way between my legs in turn and began massaging my clit, prompting me to moan and say, \"Ohh, fuck, just like that.\"\n\nConstance smirked. \"If you like that, you're gonna love this.\" Constance took her hand away and moved her head down between my thighs. At the first kiss on my clit, I squeaked with delight and said, \"Never mind, this is even better!\"\n\nAnother Constance wrapped her legs around my own face and I began eating her out on instinct. As I savored the taste and dug my hands into Constance's thighs, I couldn't help but think about how much better this was now that I could admit what I wanted. The way my lovers tasted and felt and sounded--it was as if I lusted after my clones even more now that it was more than just lust I felt for them.\n\nThat theory was vindicated over the rest of the night. It was just one orgasm after another, a chain of relentless fucking made all the more wonderful by the love we all shared. As I fell asleep with Constance nuzzled into my chest, I recalled how Natalia had told me the very act of having clones was something of an addiction. I chuckled quietly and remarked, \"Seems you've made an addict of me, Dr. Roquelaure.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Realistic prompts, either vanilla or kinky
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"content": " - A married man gets off work, realizes he forgot his anniversary, rushes to get some flowers on the way home. He gets home a little late to find that his wife has burnt the dinner. They laugh about it and get takeout, then watch a movie and fuck.\n\n - Two teens get drunk at a party and sneak off to the host's roommate's bedroom to awkwardly fondle each other.\n\n - A dorky trans woman invites her girlfriends to crash at her place while they're in town for a convention. One evening, they all get high. One thing leads to another and they have a dick measuring contest."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She always came hardest If she stroked herself while giving a blowjob, especially while swallowing. This drove her to make some awkward requests of her friends and acquaintances, when she was between boyfriends...
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"content": "She fidgeted nervously in the passenger seat. She had to say something, or it was going to kill her.\n\nThey'd just had a fantastic night together at a jazz club in the city. For awhile, the music and the few drinks she'd consumed had held her captivated and taken her mind off the breakup, work—everything, really. But deep into the evening, her mind had started to wander. What was she doing at this club with a colleague ten years her senior, exactly? She'd graduated only a year earlier, and things had seemed so different then—she was getting offers to teach in her hometown, she could live above her parents house and avoid rent, allowing her to get a good start on those college loans, and her relationship had seemed rock-solid.\n\nJust a year later, everything had changed. She was living in the little apartment above her parents, sure, but that was about all that had gone to plan. Her boyfriend had finally disclosed a secret gambling problem, and most of her spare income and then some had gone towards helping him pay off his debts. Once she had taken stock of the situation, she had found the courage to end things with him, but that had other downstream effects. She missed his body tremendously. He'd been tall and handsome, and even if he was determined to wait for sex until marriage, so what? That hadn't stopped her from doing what she loved best.\n\nThe truck continued down the road. The vibration was persistent, and she became aware that she was feeling warmth between her legs.\n\nShe looked great tonight, she knew—she'd made sure of it. She smoothed her metallic silver skirt, allowing her fingers to trace the hem where it met her shiny silver pantyhose. The shoes completed the look, strappy and delicate, with a conservative three-inch heel. Why had she gone to these lengths? She sighed. She knew why. Might as well stop pretending.\n\n\"Pull over,\" she said into the cabin of the truck.\n\n\"Sorry?\" John replied, seemingly not having heard her.\n\n\"Pull over and park somewhere quiet. Please?\" she answered. *God, that sounded so needy. Oh well.*\n\nHe chose the next exit ramp, and pulled into a dark spot behind a closed car wash. His hand touched her leg. She looked at him, her heart beating rapidly. She'd \\*never\\* done anything like this. John wasn't married, but he had a girlfriend. He had recently become a father. But he had asked her to this club tonight anyway, hadn't he? She was a new colleague, 23 and impressionable. Yeah, she'd talked with him at the local watering hole about their job for a few hours, and yeah, she'd felt his eyes on her. She knew what he wanted, and she knew what she *needed*. He leaned over and placed his lips against hers, his grip on her knee tightening.\n\n*Ugh, why do I love this so much*, she thought. Very deep down, she knew why. She'd always been a good girl. She'd never done the things other girls had done in college—frat parties, drunken nights with boys soon forgotten. She'd never been a notch on a bedpost. But she *loved* how slutty it felt to pull a man's hard cock out of his pants and suck it. *That* was what did it for her, really—the sluttiness. She wasn't sure if she'd ever feel sluttier than she did right now, in this moment, with an older man pawing her like this, with his mouth and hands drinking her in like she was the last glass of cold water on earth. She had known he wanted her, but God his urgency was overwhelming.\n\nHis seat belt came off and now he was leaned over the console, his hands everywhere. Her skirt had ridden up, and she noted just how far up her legs his hands had wandered when she felt and heard the ripping of those shiny hose.\n\n*Guess those won't get any use beyond tonight*, she absently thought, before his finger slipped into her. He was kissing her neck. She moaned. She had needed this so badly. It had been months, and this was *so* hot.\n\n\"Get in the back, please,\" she whimpered. *And now I'm begging him for it. What a slut.* The warmth between her legs caught fire.\n\nThe truck was a crew cabin, thankfully. Without a word, he opened his door and moved into the back seat. She likewise slid out of her seat, not bothering to fix her skirt but pausing for a moment to check her makeup in the passenger side mirror. She wanted to give him a show. Who knew if he was going to get his dick sucked by a smoking hot 23-year old closet blowjob slut ever again? Might as well make it special for him. Maybe he'd even take her out again.\n\nShe climbed up in the rear passenger seat next to him, but didn't sit as much as crawl toward him, her perfect ass in the air. She unbuckled his belt and helped him shimmy his pants off. She could see his hardness through his boxer briefs, and her heart began to hammer. She had to have it, so out it came. He was rock hard. Not nearly as big as her first boyfriend in high school, and pretty comparable to her most recent ex, but that didn't matter. What mattered was his desire, and that was plain. *Besides*, she thought, *I can get the whole thing in my mouth this way.* She kissed him deeply, grabbing his hardness with her left hand. She was going to need the other one for herself.\n\nShe lowered her mouth onto him and began to bob her head up and down on him. After a few seconds of this, she slid her right hand down under the waistline of her skirt, resting it on her clit. She applied pressure there in rhythm with the motion of her head in his lap. She could feel the night air against her bare pussy as she played with herself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: a middleaged couple go to their old lovers lane spot
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"content": "\n\n\n\nStephanie relaxed in the passenger seat of her Sedan. It was a cool balmy Saturday night and her first real day off in more then a month. Her husband, Rob, had suggested a nice quiet drive but little did Stephanie know, he had a little surprise in mind. As they drove, Stephanie started to recognize the scenery. \n\n“We are not going where I think we’re going are we?”\n\nRob just smiled. Stephanie blushed and giggled. Their old spot. The place they would go to be alone. The place where they would talk, make out, fuck, sometimes they’d just sit in the car with each other until they fell asleep. It was their own little private resort. \n\nThey hadn’t been their since they graduated college and had kids. Rob thought it would be the perfect spot to relax and get Stephanie mind off the eternal hustle and bustle of life. It still looked the same. The view hadn’t changed. The little mountain plain looked out over the city. \n\n“It’s still gorgeous up here…”\n\n“Absolutely beautiful.”\n\nStephanie smiled, it was only then that she realized her husband wasn’t looking at the city. \n\n“You’re so stupid.”\n\nRob returned her smile as they locked hands. They rolled the windows down, letting the calming breeze and gentle sounds of nature be their only soundtrack. As the memories came back, Stephanie smiled and stretched out to kiss Rob on the cheek…then the lips. They skipped the talking, and went right to the making out. Rob was the first to take things further. He started to work his hand up his wife shirt but she stopped him.\n\n“Do…do you really still want me? I’m bigger then I was back then, I have wrinkles, and grey hair and-“\n\n“And there’s still no one else I want to fuck…”\n\n“…did the romance drain from your brain too?”\n\nShe giggled and moved her hand. After all these years her husband still knew just the right to touch her body. She climbed over at her console and straddled his lap. Her shirt made its way to the back seat and his lips made its way to her bra. She moaned softly as he sucked on her through the fabric. \n\nThe bra was the next to fly into the backseat. His tongue wrapped around her nipples, making her moan more. During this, she had slipped her hands into his jeans and was gently squeezing his bulge. \n\nIt was like they were eighteen again. They were practically tearing their remaining clothes off. The seat had been reclined. His cock, rock hard and throbbing, poked at her wet pussy lips. \n\n“Mhm Robbie…”\n\nHer voice dripped with a needing that she hadn’t felt in so long. Why was this so different? Why was his cock slipping into her as it had done so many times over the years feel so new? \n\nHis hands knew her body as well as she did. But it all felt so different. Every stroke of her hips, every thrust felt like the first time they fucked in this very spot years ago…\n\nShe gripped the door hard enough to turn her knuckles white as they both came harder then they had in years. Sweat dripped down her Boyd and her husbands sweat dripped down onto her. With both out of breath, they stared into each other’s eyes and began to kiss. As their tongues wrestled with each other she felt his hips start to move again. \n\n“Already?”\n\n“I can never get enough of you Steph…”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You've been "adopted" by a werewolf. Your new furry friend protects you from all danger, both real and imagined. They have the most interesting nicknames for you, like Cub and Side-Dish. You have to wonder, are you friends, or are you their pet?
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"content": "“Cub? Cub?” A voice asked as I felt something wet press against my cheek. I blinked as I woke up to see yellow eyes look down from a feminine, lupine face that shook her mane of silver fur. Her eyes were furrowed with concern. \n\n“You ok?” She asked. I sighed. “I heard you whimpering from next door. Bad dream?” She asked. I sighed and sat up. I looked at the time: 1 :25. Damn- I had slept for four hours. I nodded at her. Her outline becoming more visible: humanoid, kind of curvy but with muscles and- wait- was she naked?! As if on cue, my cock arose like a flag under the sheet. “Please ignore that,” I closed my eyes.\n\n “Look at me,” I did. Her voice was usually playful, but now it was gentle. “Do you need a hug?” She opened her arms, invitingly with a smile. I did so. Her fur smelled of mountain pine from that shampoo she used. She rubbed my back as I began sobbing and then crying. It was the same dream I had- a nightmare where I nearly got killed by a trio of vampires. I remember their fangs, their honeyed lies of immortality in that back alley as they eyed me hungrily. What they did was against the law. \n\nShe was there- my rescuer: Mana. She had been nearby, fought them off, getting others if her pack to chase them off. She was mid-ranking. I had no idea how old she was but it was younger than forty. She was fit in both human and werewolf forms. But she preferred bring herself around me. We became roommates shortly after the rescue. She called me odd names like ‘Cub’ for how small I was. And ‘side dish’ as she did have her eye on one male of her pack but he was taken by another female. \n\n“You are safe, Cub.” She told me. “You’re safe now,” she whispered and held for awhile before pulling back. Her teeth grinned in the dark as she looked down. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye as she placed a hand on my chest and the other on the blanket. I nodded. \n\nShe took off the blanket, revealing myself in all of my naked glory, like her. I eyed her breasts as she avoid her forward, thrusting them forward. She rubbed the tears’ remains from my eyes. \n\n“We both need this, Cub.” She smiled, shaking her wild mane before I leaned forward, suckling a tear. Her moan was worth it as I rubbed the other. She rubbed my head and back as she turned us around in my veneration. She laid on my bed, my mouth moving further down as she groaned before I began my love of her flower. She gasped, spreading her legs. Once I had licked and kissed it, I pressed myself to her, leaning over my mate. She smiled, nodding. I pressed into her, satisfied at her groan. \n\nI began my thrusts slow and soft, then harder when she demanded it. She locked my back, moving her legs with my back each time I pulled in and out of her before going faster. Her pants enticed me to go faster and with more intensity as I imagined her saving me again and again for things both real and imagined. Was I a friend with benefits or her pet? She fed me, but I fed her as well when I could with my cooking. Now, I fed her with my cock. \n\n“I’m cumming,” I told her as I built up. “I can’t-“\n\n“Do it- together,” she whispered. I kissed her neck and went faster. She silenced our moans with a last thrust from me and a kiss from her. I spurted in her, making her gasp in our kiss. She looked at me with dreamy eyes, satisfied at our bond’s promotion before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. \n\n“Love you, cub.” \n\n“You too, babe.” I answered, holding her tightly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You weren't expecting to run into your crush in the kitchen during your birthday orgy. Yes, you had invited them, but you weren't expecting them to actually turn up.
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"content": "I was laughing, my face was flushed red, cheeks warm from all that I had drank. I was hanging off of the shoulder of my best friend as she led me through the pile of bodies that had taken up our apartment floor, her naked breast pressed into my side, and her hand groping my bare ass as she pushed me forward, resting me against the island and setting me up to make sure that I didn't fall over.\n\n\"Stay!\" she told me, pointing her finger at my face, though it looked like there were four index fingers spiraling in front of me, then after she tried to remember where it was she was standing and what she was doing, she moved to the fridge. I was pretty sure this adventure to the kitchen was to grab some water. It was important to stay hydrated during an orgy, after all. You don't want to end up cramping in front of so many people.\n\n\"Hey, Lucy,\" said a voice.\n\nOh no, it was a voice that I recognized. There was something about the voice, too. Something that I liked, but also something that filled me with a sense of dread and shame, and I did not know why.\n\nIt was a sexy voice, too... wait! That was it!\n\nI turned to the voice. It belonged to a guy, and that guy was Max, and Max was six-feet tall with a runner's body and pecs so firm I could see them in high definition through his shirt and the drunk fog that was keeping me from seeing anything clearly.\n\nOh my, he was here. He came! I know I invited him but holy shit, he actually came!\n\n\"Happy birthday,\" he said. \"Sorry I'm late. I brought some drinks,\" he raised up the six-pack of black-cherry hard lemonade in his hand. His arms looked so good...\n\n\"Thank you,\" I said, realizing how drunk I was, I did my best to enunciate all of my words, but it probably just sounded like I was moaning them out, and not in an awfully sexy way. \"May I?\" I asked, reaching out.\n\nMax smiled and passed me one of the cans, then popped another one off of the ring for himself. We cracked our drinks open in perfect sync, and then laughed together.\n\n\"You look like you're having fun,\" Max said.\n\nI smiled, then looked down. Well, I guess I did. I was naked and sweaty, and though I was pretty good about wiping myself off, there were still a few traces of cum on my body. \"Ohh yeahh... lots of fun,\" I said, then sipped my drink, thanking my drunkenness for how I wasn't just totally dying of shame right now.\n\n\"You... didn't have too much fun yet, did you?\" he asked.\n\nI took another sip. \"I can always have more,\" I said, looking down at my hands. Smiling.\n\nI could hear Max unzipping his jeans."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A writer's and a lover's block...
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"content": "Love this! I think you’ve done really well with this one. You’ve put just enough back story to both explain the charcters feelings and have the readers invest in them emotionally, whilst not taking too long to get to the good stuff. Thats often a hard ballance to create so well done! Also the transition between the characters acting, and then realising neither of them were acting anymore, was very smooth! Harris sounds sexy as hell, even I want to sleep with him! \n\nThank you so much for turning this prompt into something thats such a good read :)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A bookish, studious orc finds himself the target of the attentions of his Elven study partner and her girlfriend, when they decide it's time for him to have a "study break"...
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"content": "(Sitting on this prompt for awhile, and finally finished it over the course of a few days. Hope the wait was worth it!)\n\nStudy Break [Part 1/4]\n\nVakmu carefully turned the page of the ancient tome. With a keen eye, he skimmed the ancient diagrams and dipped his quill into the inkwell. He began transferring the writing from page to parchment, humming a soft tune to himself as he worked diligently. These old alchemical diagrams required intense focus to properly transcribe, and Vakmu was one of the best in the archives to do so. In this late hour, the stone pillars at the ends of each bookshelf glowed a soft red from within the center of the stone. Vakmu had a small crystal ball on the desk with him, the orb emanating a soft white light from the opaque surface. \n\nFrom the end of the shelf, Naexi peered around the corner towards the orc and his table. She brushed a lock of her dark hair back before she retreated back behind the bookshelf, coming face-to-face with her co-conspirator. \n\nFeylia's face was split by a sly smile. The beautiful elf, with her perfect face and her pure white blonde hair, sidled around and into place, peering around the corner at the orc. Even from this distance, she could tell he would be perfect. She turned back to Naexi, taking the darker-haired elf's hands in her own, \"Gods, I'm so excited! I can't wait to take another orc cock!\" Feylia could feel her heart racing at there mere prospect. After her last birthday, where she'd been treated to a several-hour DP by two strong orcs, what had been a keen fantasy had become something of an obsession for her. An obsession that Feylia had fantasized about over and over since then. Any blacksmith, or adventurer, or tavern drunk. She yearned for them, all under the name of princess, no less! \n\nNaexi blushed, \"Yeah, I bet it will be really fun.\" She pushed her large round spectacles up her nose and looked over at Feylia again. Dressed in a loose shirt tied together with a corset and a short skirt. Her long, usually flowing white hair tied into a long braid. She was stunning. Just like the day they'd met. Naexi could remember the day. Speaking to Feylia on the way to study with Vakmu, her arms full of books. They agreed to meet again later for Naexi to show Feylia around the archives' sprawling campus. The rest came easily. \n\nIn the few months the two had been together, Feylia made no secret of her desires. Naexi could often hear her reliving those fantasies in her sleep, mumbling about falling in battle, her armor bring torn from her body and then all manner of unspeakable acts occurring. It didn't bother Naexi at first, but when Feylia met Vakmu that changed. Instantly, Naexi knew her girlfriend wanted her best friend, and suddenly what had seemed an inocuous idiosyncrasy was very real. \n\nFeylia smiled at her lover, moving her hand up to cup Naexi's cheek. Her eyes scoured the other elf's face. Naexi was also quite pretty. Pale with long dark hair, large round wire-framed spectacles over her eyes. She was the primary reason Feylia hadn't indulged more in her favorite delight, but Feylia wasn't the only one who spoke in her sleep, and Naexi's nighttime mumblings about Vakmu convinced Feylia to concoct this plot with her lover. \"It will be fun for all of us. Just a little light-hearted touching is all.\" She leaned in and gave Naexi a peck on the lips, \"Trust me. You'll love it.\" \n\nNaexi considered it a moment longer, then nodded, \"Alright, let's do it.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Jake arrived home early from work. As he entered the door, he heard the unmistakable sounds of his wife having sex with another guy upstairs. Jake ran up the stairs, and flung the bedroom door open. Staring back at him with confused looks on their faces were his wife and his exact double.
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"content": "Jake exhaled slowly and said, \"Sorry, sorry, I heard you two from downstairs and I freaked out. I'm still trying to adjust to all of this.\"\n\n\"It's okay, honey,\" Madeline replied. \"We probably should've told you before you got home. But hey, you're home early, that's always fun!\"\n\nJacob leaned back against the bed and remarked, \"So what happened? Leonard decide to be less of an ass today and let everyone go early?\"\n\nJake chuckled at the thought of his boss ever being so merciful. \"Hardly. What happened was the big sales pitch we were gearing up for--\"\n\nA pair of hands wrapped around Jake from behind as a voice cut him off with a breathy, \"Didn't anybody ever tell you that all work and no play makes Jake a dull boy?\" Jake spun around with a grin as he faced his wife's duplicate, Maddie. Maddie dragged her hand along Jake's crotch as she purred, \"Now come on, hot stuff. Mama's gonna help you adjust to all this.\"\n\nJake's shirt and belt were already tossed to the other side of the room as he responded, \"That I can do.\" Maddie giggled as she gently ushered Jake over to the bed, sneaking a hand down his pants and tenderly stroking his cock as they did. Once Jake's pants were completely gone, Maddie took his freed up cock in hand and started kissing the head of it. Madeline and Jacob resumed their own affections as the former said, \"Fuck, that's hot.\"\n\nJacob chuckled as he thrust into her. \"What they're doing or what we're doing?\"\n\nMadeline rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. \"Silence, fucktoy.\"\n\nAs Jacob did as he was told, Maddie bobbed her head up and down on Jake's shaft with one hand cupping his balls. Jake sighed in contentment and remarked, \"Oh yeah, that's good. Nothing like coming home to this after a hard day's work.\"\n\nMaddie let her mouth slide off of Jake's cock so she could respond, \"Well then, you're gonna love this.\" Maddie gave Jake a tiny push back onto the bed and got on top of him. As Jake savored the sight before him, Maddie placed her hands on his stomach and slammed down onto his cock. Maddie started bouncing on Jake's manhood as Madeline and Jacob continued to watch, even when preoccupied with fucking each other.\n\nMaddie mewled, \"F--fuck YESSS, so goooood!\"\n\nJake gripped onto Maddie's thighs as he felt his orgasm building up. Maddie nodded and let Jake pull out just in time for his cum to shoot out onto her stomach. Jacob and Madeline kept fucking each other as Maddie helped Jake to his feet and coyly remarked, \"Come on, baby. Let's get in the shower.\"\n\nJake let Maddie take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom as he thought to himself, *I still have to send that thank you letter to Madeline's coworker for loaning us the cloning chamber.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your harem gets two final members.
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"content": "\"I can't believe this, Kate. Why would you hit that kid?\"\n\nAaron walked down the hall to Ms. Petrov's room with his daughter Kate in tow. Kate looked at the floor as she mumbled, \"They were making fun of my backpack.\" Kate turned her gaze to her dad. \"Are you mad at me?\"\n\nAaron sighed. \"No kiddo, I'm not mad at you. I promise.\"\n\nAaron came to a stop in front of Ms. Petrov's door, where a kid nursing a bruise on their elbow was sitting in a chair outside. Kate made a point to not look the kid in the eye, prompting Aaron to say, \"You must be Morgan. I'm Kate's dad Aaron. I'm gonna go talk to your mom and teacher for a bit. If Kate stays out here with you, do you promise not to start anything?\"\n\nMorgan nodded silently as Kate got in a chair. Aaron kissed Kate's forehead and entered the classroom. Ms. Petrov looked over at Aaron and remarked, \"Mr. Hewitt, welcome. Please have a seat.\"\n\nMorgan's mother turned around in her chair and went wide eyed when she saw who walked in the room. \"Aaron?!\"\n\nAaron returned the bewildered expression and replied, \"Leilani?!\"\n\nLeilani practically jumped out of her chair and pulled Aaron into a hug. \"What the hell, I haven't seen you in forever! Nice dress!\"\n\nMs. Petrov chuckled. \"Call me crazy, but I think you two know each other.\"\n\nAaron took a seat as he answered, \"We knew each other from high school.\" Aaron turned back to Leilani with an apologetic look. \"I'm really sorry about what Kate did to Morgan.\"\n\nLeilani shook her head. \"No, no, you don't need to apologize for anything. Morgan's the one who started it, I'll talk to them about it, I swear.\"\n\nMs. Petrov cleared her throat. \"Yes, well, there's still the matter of both children's punishment for fighting in the first place. Now that you two have kissed and made up, perhaps now we can somewhat more easily reach a consensus. It's going to be rather difficult, seeing as Mr. Hewitt has seven other women's viewpoints to take into account--\"\n\nLeilani looked at Aaron in shock. \"*Seven*?! Aaron, how the hell are you not dead from exhaustion?!\"\n\nAaron grinned lewdly. \"Secret technique. If you wanted, I could show you two sometime.\"\n\nA sudden squeak escaped Ms. Petrov's lips, suddenly drawing Aaron and Leilani's attention. Ms. Petrov blushed and awkwardly said, \"T--That was, uh, just a hiccup, please don't--\"\n\nLeilani leaned forward to get a closer look at Ms. Petrov. \"Really? Cause it sounds to me like you *really* want a demonstration of Aaron's technique.\"\n\nMs. Petrov felt her heart rate spike as Aaron slowly dragged his hands along his body and lifted up the bottom of his dress just slightly. Ms. Petrov gulped and answered, \"I--Yes, I do. I--I do want a demonstration. I've wanted it since parent-teacher night, but I didn't know how to--\"\n\nAaron cut her off by gently caressing her cheek and purring, \"All you had to do was ask.\" Aaron then turned to Leilani. \"You want in on this?\"\n\nLeilani grinned as she moved to take off her shirt. \"You have to ask?\" Leilani got out of her seat and got into Ms. Petrov's lap as she sultrily remarked, \"You know, this is going to go so much more smoothly if we know your name.\"\n\n\"Rose. My name is Rose.\"\n\nLeilani grinned. \"Good girl.\" Leilani pulled Rose in for kisses and bites as Aaron slid out of his dress. Rose melted into the affections as she pulled off her clothes and tried her damnedest to keep her horny mewling in check, fully aware that her students were still outside. Leilani pulled back just enough for Rose to catch a glimpse of a freshly disrobed Aaron, eliciting another stunned squeak from her.\n\nLeilani stepped aside with a giggle, giving Aaron the space to move in and show off his erect cock. Rose blushed so red she could've been mistaken for a cherry pie as Leilani whistled approvingly. \"Your wives are very lucky women.\"\n\nRose pulled her panties off and begged, \"P--Please. I want it inside me.\"\n\nAaron nodded and lifted Rose onto her desk. Aaron then speared into her with glee, forcing Rose to clamp her hand over her mouth. Aaron thrusted away as Leilani got next to Rose's face and purred, \"If it's alright with you, I have a way to keep you quiet and have some fun at the same time.\" Leilani made a V-shape with her fingers and stuck her tongue through the gap. Rose's eyes practically sparkled as she nodded with enthusiasm.\n\nLeilani got onto the desk and over Rose's face. Once Rose had taken her hand away, Leilani slammed her pussy down onto her face. Rose began eating her out with joy, forcing Leilani to force a hand over her own mouth. The three began to up the intensity, united in the pursuit of making Rose feel good.\n\nEventually, Aaron couldn't hold back anymore, and pulled out just in time to splatter both women in his cum. As he did, Leilani hit her own limit, and let out a muffled cry of euphoria as her orgasm flooded Rose's senses. Leilani dismounted Rose's face as she began breathing heavily and licking the remaining drops of cum off her body. Rose looked over at Aaron, who had made himself comfy in her office chair, and quietly asked, \"Would your wives...be okay with... two more women... joining the fold?\"\n\nAaron smiled. \"They'd love that.\"\n\nThe three put their clothes on and returned to the actual meeting. As they did, Morgan pulled their ear away from the door and high-fived their soon-to-be sister Kate. \"Told ya my plan would work.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A tiefling coed knew that it would only be so long before people found out her demonic heritage was succubus... And the anticipation only made her that much hornier...
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"content": "Taming of a Tiefling [Part 1/5]\n\nCollege was hard enough. On top of classes and the tribulations of the social scene, and looking for internships, Afkaria was going through it. She'd done well in high-school, and gotten into a nice university. Albeit, she'd chosen to go to a school mostly populated by elves. \n\nHer parents were a bit apprehensive of her picking the college she did. They were supportive, as they always were, but they did try to offer alternatives. \"There are plenty of good tiefling schools around, they'll be a bit closer to what you're used to.\" Her mother would say, \"I spoke to a friend at work and he knows a CEO looking for a slave, you could apply. Your mother did well in that field when she was your age.\" Her father would state. It was well-intentioned, but Kari was dead-set and determined. She'd wanted to go to this college as long as she could remember, and she would get it, regardless of any cultural differences. \n\nComing in to college, nobody knew that Kari had seen her parents fuck plenty, and not just eachother. They didn't know that she had her first gangbang immediately after her 18th birthday party, and her second third and fourth the day after. They didn't know that she knew over one-hundred different knots, despite never once using them outside the house. As far as anyone else knew, Kari was just that cute pink tiefling down the hall. Oh, how little they knew. \n\nAs Kari stepped out of her college dorm, a laundry basket pinned between her hand and her hip, she quickly checked up and down the hall and was satisfied that she was alone. She didn't want anyone to notice that she barely had any underwear that wasn't a thong. She was dressed simply for the warm Sunday. A crop top and jean shorts. The outfit did well to display her petite pink body. Her shirt stretched thin by her heavy breasts and her jeans hardly fitting her fat ass. Kari brushed back a stray lock of her white hair behind her horn and walked towards the laundry room. Her thoughts far from where they should be. \n\nThe laundry room was empty. A wall of washers and dryers separating one side of the room from the other like a rattling, mechanical wall. Afkaria quietly walked to the far corner, making sure she was as far from sight of the door as she could. Taking one last furtive glance towards the door, she began loading her laundry into the machine. Afkaria sighed to herself as she felt her mind slipping to her body again. Her pussy growing warmer each passing second. \n\nWhen Afkaria was younger, her mother, a tall purple goddess of a woman, with tits the size of her daughter's head and horns that curled like Kari wished hers would, gave her daughter a warning. It was about twenty minutes after Kari had finished sucking off her homecoming date, as well as his best friend. She warned Kari about keeping her lust managed, because \"there will come a time when you can't get off, not really, for awhile.\" At first, Afkaria had discounted this advice as motherly coddling. But she soon learned, to her horror, that her mother was right. \n\nBeing at an elf college was fun. But nobody understood tieflings fully. At a tiefling school, nobody would bat an eye at someone slipping into a closet to fool around. To a succubus, that was just a part of life! It was barely something to bat an eye at, unless to ask to join. Tieflings didn't mind a threesome, didn't mind sharing a partner or trying polyamory. That was not really the case in a majority-elf school. She'd connected with other tieflings there, but it wasn't the same. They traced their infernal descendancy back to death fiends and imps and even one guy she met claimed his line came from a Lord of Flame. Though Afkaria had a distinct impression he was saying it to get in her pants. \n\nThe young woman sighed and fitted her coins into the slot, the washer hissing as it began the washing cycle. Afkaria glanced around once more, to make sure she was alone, then hopped up onto the washer. She pulled her shorts off, revealing her soaked thong underneath. The young woman sighed. She knew that eventually people would find out about her heritage, as much as she didn't want them to. Had she been among her own kind, it wouldn't be a problem, but she didn't want for every lecture to have somebody peering down her shirt, every party to have someone trying to goad her into starting an orgy, every date to come with an expectation of sex. Succubi may have fed off the stuff, but in her experience, everyone else was far more horny. The worst part of the whole situation though, was how much it turned her on. \n\nAfkaria pulled her thong aside and brought her fingers down between her legs. She moaned softly as she touched herself, her pussy dripping with need. She hadn't properly fucked in weeks, she couldn't risk her heritage being revealed, but that she was hiding it just made it that much hotter! Afkaria slipped two fingers inside of herself with another moan, her digits stroking her inner walls as she pumped them in and out. She pulled her phone from her discarded shorts and pulled up a poorly lit video. One could vaguely see two figures laying nude atop one-another, kissing. Afkaria bit her lip, the poor quality video just drudging up memories of the night before. One of the factors that was making her life so much harder, her stupid, sexy roommate! \n\nOf all the elves Afkaria had met on campus, Venphyra Fundrennalkael was not like the rest. Where many others initially treated Afkaria like an oddity or some kind of exotic prize to be won, which didn't help her situation in the slightest, Ven was different. She treated Kari like she did any other friend. The two grew close very fast. Ven exploring campus with Kari, meeting new people, studying together, it was wonderful. The only problem was that Ven was really hot. \n\nShe was pale of skin, like most of the high elves, with long, curly red hair that tumbled around her face. Her eyes were an icy blue, and seemed to pierce right through the tiefling any time they met. When they'd both gotten comfortable enough to change in the room, Kari couldn't help but notice Ven's body. The lithe, fit physique. Her perky little breasts and her lovely firm bum. Ven ran as a hobby, and it showed. Her slender, athletic physique was the subject of many of Afkaria's fantasies in the first few weeks of class. Bit it only got worse. \n\nVen eventually starter dating a guy from a wealthy, high-class family. Balmaer was his name. Afkaria didn't like him. He was a brash, arrogant blowhard, and those were his better qualities. He clearly didn't realize what he had with Ven, because he kept trying to poorly seduce Kari, sometimes right in front of his girlfriend. The tiefling hated how much it turned her on. \n\nOver time, he seemed to get more bold, and Kari even noticed a change in Ven's behavior. The elf's eyes lingered on Kari when Ven assumed her roommate wouldn't notice. The elf girl seeming more comfortable wearing less around the room. It was tricky for Kari, who had to navigate this situation carefully. Thankfully Ven would often sleep over with Balmaer, leaving her tiefling roommate to her own devices for the evening. Usually spent with one or more of her toys pumping her tight holes, and Ven's panties pressed against Kari's face. Toys weren't the same as real cock or pussy, but they did the job, for now at least. But things didn't stay that simple."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Cloooooones.
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"content": "\"Whaaaaaat the fuck?\"\n\nI stared down the woman in front of me and tried my damnedest not to have an aneurysm. With the exception of her hair and the graduate's gown she was wearing, she was identical to me. Exact same face, same body, same voice even. The rational part of my brain tried to convince me I just had a long lost twin or something, but that notion was swiftly discarded.\n\nThe woman cleared her throat and remarked, \"So, this is... awkward.\"\n\n\"Awkward is walking in on your mom when she's topless. This crosses the line into bizarre.\"\n\nThe woman shrugged. \"Fair enough, I guess. I'm Olivia, by the way.\"\n\nI shook Olivia's hand and responded, \"Riri. You don't think we're long lost twins, do you?\"\n\n\"I doubt that. It seems plausible, but there's something about looking at your face that makes me think otherwise. Like, I know there's nothing wrong with it, but my brain's still reacting weird. It's, uh... what's that called again?\"\n\n\"The uncanny valley.\"\n\nOlivia snapped her fingers. \"Uncanny valley, that's what I'm thinking of. But yeah, if we were just twins, then I think this feeling would've worn off by now.\"\n\n\"Makes sense. Maybe we're... I dunno, clones?\"\n\nOlivia scoffed, but looked at the both of us a few times and replied, \"That's not entirely outside the realm of possibility, but we should establish a baseline to figure out where to go from here. Were you adopted like I was?\"\n\nI nodded. \"State of Nevada?\"\n\nOlivia nodded. \"Nevada. Okay, so we start there. Go through adoption records, see what we can find. This ain't the first time I've had to track somebody with incomplete data.\"\n\n\"I'll ask for the details later. How many of us do you think there are, anyway?\"\n\n*THREE MONTHS LATER*\n\n\"Whaaaaaat the fuck?\"\n\nThe girls glanced around at each other with utter confusion in their eyes. It had taken Olivia and I months of searching, but we managed to track down the other clones and got them to meet up in a private room at the Japanese restaurant I was working at. Ellie stuffed her face with pork gyoza as she remarked, \"Is this what it feels like to go insane?\"\n\nI put a reassuring hand on Ellie's shoulder. \"You're not insane, I promise. There's a story behind this, if you'll give me and Olivia the space to talk.\"\n\nWendy snagged a takoyaki and popped it in her mouth after replying, \"The floor is yours, ladies.\"\n\nI thanked Wendy as Olivia handed the girls manila folders with a series of files and explained, \"Three months ago, Riri and I bumped into each other at the club I work at, and after a brief moment of confusion, ultimately realized that the similarities between us were far too close for us to just be twins. We came to the conclusion we were actually clones, and started digging to find out more--a search that was ultimately vindicated when we discovered the location on page three.\"\n\nThe girls opened up the files to said page, at which point Fiona asked, \"What the hell is Project Homunculi?\"\n\n\"A proposed solution to the unemployment crisis,\" I answered. \"A private company came up with the solution of test-tube grown workers, each sprung from the same genetic source.\"\n\nLana flipped through the files. \"Clones. You're saying we're all...clones?\"\n\nI nodded as Olivia finished off, \"The company went under after failing to show off a finished, usable product, so we were placed into the system and sent our separate ways.\"\n\nWendy nodded and responded, \"So... what now?\"\n\n*ONE MONTH LATER*\n\n\"Harder, harder!!!\"\n\nI practically ripped open the sheets with my teeth as Fiona plowed my ass with the pink strap-on she brought. At the other end of the bed, Lana and Olivia were scissoring to their hearts content as Ellie had a leash around Wendy's neck, her fingers in her pussy, and a steady stream of praise being moaned into her ear. \"You are such a good girl, you know that? You're a good, good girl.\"\n\nWendy mewled with delight as Fiona got a solid grip on my ass to give me the increased intensity I was looking for. My mind was a pile of mush, and all I wanted was for Fiona and the other girls to smash it up, grind it up, crush it even further. I couldn't remember the last time I had sex this good. But to be fair, I could barely remember my home address with Fiona still inside.\n\nMy orgasm was positively operatic as Fiona pulled my hair back, her posture making me wonder if she was upset that she didn't have the means to truly impregnate me. When my climax subsided and Fiona removed the strap-on, I fell face first onto the bed to catch my breath. Lana got down next to me and purred, \"You got ten minutes to recover. Then we're breaking out the blindfolds.\"\n\nI giggled weakly. \"We're definitely doing this again next month.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Viking offering. Once per year the tribe offers a man to the priestess and shield maidens. The man offered to the Seer to help power her magics though his sexual submission to her and the shield maidens for one year.
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"content": "Erik walked slowly into the temple, nervously leaving behind his clansman and approaching the shield maidens in the temple. He was chosen as he was one of the strongest men in his clan, and a weak sacrifice would offend the priestesses, as he approached the shield maidens, one came forth, a pretty young woman donned in a light green robe. “I Astrid, will take you to be purified” she spoke. Erik followed her nervously, and she had brought him to a natural hot spring. “Strip” she commanded. “Huh-“ Erik said but then was met with a harsh commanding “now” from Astrid. He stripped naked, revealing his big brawny chest and long large legs. Between them lay his cock, (1/2)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Prompts involving reluctant sex becoming enjoyable
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"content": "• A struggling actress takes a role in an adult movie \"just this once\" so she can make her rent. She winds up enjoying it so much she becomes a full-time porn star!\n\n• Two straight women sign up for an aphrodisiac test run, not realizing they would be paired up to see how long they could resist fucking each other... or that they would be in the control group. \n\n• She agreed to fool on a double date with a homely guy so her sister could bag his hot friend. Ending up at a love hotel, the ugly guy turns out to be a sex god while the hot one goes to sleep after two thrusts. Horny and angry, the sister awkwardly knocks on the adjoining door to ask if she can jump in."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She meant to send her FWB a bit of encouragement by promising a blowjob if he aced his exams. She didn't mean to send it to her entire discussion group!
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"content": "Ever have one of those hectic days where a simple mistake leads to unintended consequences? I was having a great morning; I mean the perfect morning. I used my new egg Mould, that Mickey Mouse triple circle one, and the yolks landed in the eyes perfectly, came off the skillet just over easy, perfect. My curling Iron didn't fight me at all, perfect barrel curls without the cord tangling up, perfect. I was even flying through traffic, switching lanes into the faster moving one, perfect, perfect, perfect.\n\nMy phone chirped with a text from George. His message said, 'arrived, where are you.' I knew he was stressing out over the exam. I misread it, and my reply was an honest mistake. I wanted to calm him down so I tapped the voice to speech and said, \"omw, I would wager you'll ace the exam without the study review this morning.\"\n\nGeorge: \"wager what exactly?\"\n\nme: \"BJ for an A\"\n\nAnd that's when my phone blew the fuck up! each text was 'Deal', 'Done', or 'I'm in'. My buddy, my pal, my fwb, had sent the first text in the group chat! I felt the bloom of a blush spread up from my chest and downward too. I mean, there were some cute guys, and some buff guys in the study group. They all were in for the 'reward'. The text messages were pouring in with speculation, where, when, could a perfect score mean double reward, etc. It wasn't until I was parked that I could go through and comprehend what I'd done.\n\nI sent the following text: \n\n>when the scores are posted, \n> \n>where at the bulletin board in the hallway, \n> \n>yes, perfect score gets 2\n\nThe review of the material didn't happen. What they wanted to know was if I was serious. Seems most of them thought I was joking. I tried to go over the material, honestly. The review was a useless. The professor walked and my pals surprised the whole class with raised hands before the test were passed out. Jane asked what they all wanted to know, when would the prof would post the scores, the exact time. I checked my phone. Yep, Jane was the one that asked the perfect score question, fuck my life, or so I thought at the time.\n\nThe day of, of, of my descent into debauchery. The test was Friday, and the scores were posted outside the professor's office Monday afternoon supposedly when he was leaving for the day. I had a weekend to think about what I would wear and practice my pose. I thought about lining them against the wall, in the center of the hallway, or me against the wall. I Streamed a few shows while sitting on my ankles on the carpeted floor. I went and sat on the hard tile floor of the kitchen after I thought about the hallway hard high traffic surface. Boy am I glad I did too. The aching pain after five minutes was too much. That was a problem.\n\nThe problem was plaguing me during my saturday hot yoga session. We started out in a child pose, and the other kneeling poses. The hero pose with my ankles beside my hips felt like my weight was better distributed, but the epiphany came with the thunder pose, the one I used to watch streaming videos earlier in the day. The mat, it was unassuming, ubiquitous, something I could carry across campus without anyone thinking I was going to give out blowjobs. Done, and next on my todo list was what to wear.\n\nIt never occurred to me that my study group wouldn't ace the exam, maybe Paul's understanding of the material was a bit weak. The big question as I stared into my closet was did I want to be 'easy access' or wear something that was difficult to remove, protected even. I had full body suits with a side zipper. I hate wearing those because of the simple fact that I had to get naked to fucking pee. A miniskirt would be the best possible access and good cover in case of an emergency flee situation like us getting discovered, or something.\n\nI got distracted midway changing outfits. It was a simple glancing touch across my mound that triggered me. I dropped to my knees putting my cheek on the ground with my hips over my knees, uttana shishosana, except my shoulders were twisted with one arm out away while the other was down between my knees and caressing upward. I imagined George, wanted him to use me in front of our group. I'd occasionally thought about, masturbated to thoughts of being an exhibitionist. Never so much as walked in public without panties, much, much, less preformed any kind of sex act in front of anyone.\n\nI made my choice of bottoms at least, a skirt, a cute knee length with godets so it flared nicely. I put it on, moving around the room topless, hoping for inspiration in choosing 'The Top'. Nothing in my closet was of interest, and sifting through my dresser was just as frustrating. I made a purchase on impulse years ago and it was mocking me from the back of the bottom drawer. The over the bust corset was made of pretty shiny blue satin with small yellow, orange, and red wild flowers. I didn't splurge and buy a custom one, just one off the rack from a maker that had excellent reviews. It fit, felt good, and I wore it from time to time until I just didn't. It felt good putting it on again. I spent the rest of the day and all of Sunday in that Corset. It had one problem though in that it didn't cover my bottom at all. \n\nAnd Monday morning rolls around after me wearing the thing for the weekend. I chickened out, bawk bawk bawk, chicken, yep that's me. I couldn't go out the door without any panties on. I put on a scooped neck knit body suit over my favorite lacy bra. I hated the bra lines, HATED them, so that one was out, so were three others that had the same issue. Off went the bra. I grabbed a white linen button up that was tight against my ribs with cute princess seams that made the shirt hug my tits. It was a great choice, no idea why I didn't just choose that one to begin with. I was out the door."
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"content": "In the car, late at night, on your way to a family weekend with your parents. Of course you probably had not wanted to go, having prefered to stay at home and spend the long holiday weekend hanging out with friends or playing games, yet your father had been unmoved by your pleas. So, you sit on the backseat, leaning your head against the window as the lampposts flash by, their light barely reaching the surrounding mountainsides. \n\nIt is boring as can be, as this whole weekend will probably be. This far from civilization, there is no internet and barely any reception. This weekend will be just you and your extended family at the holiday cabin your uncle owns. You desperately wish for something, anything, to happen to make this ordeal survivable. \n\nYour wish is granted. \n\nA traffic light, up ahead. Yet another deserted crossing of two minor local roads, its lights set on a timer. Crimson lights up the faces of your mom and dad, in the front seats. Your dad sighs and slows the car to a halt on the two-lane road. You wait. \n\nSuddenly, car lights appear around the turn you had just driven up from, approaching your car from the rear. Seems like you are not the only people driving these roads at this ungodly hour... As your father taps his steering wheel irritably, eyes locked with the the single cyclopean eye of the light, and your mother yawns loudly, you turn to glance at the only moderately interesting thing: the other car. It approaches, the light still blinding you so you narrow your eyes. \n\nIt slides in alongside your family's car, waiting for that same light to turn green. Normally, this would be the point where you lose interest and glance away, yet, since there is nothing better to do and the light still remains red, you shuffle over to the other window and look out at the other car. \n\nYou frown. \n\nThe car is of the exact same make and type as the one you are sitting in, a sizeable family car for with just these long trips in mind. It is blue, too - the exact same hue as well. Well, that is definitely a coincidence. \n\nThe lampposts dotted around the area only illuminated the scene a little, yet it was just enough to allow you to look inside the other car. \n\nYour eyes widen as you see an exact reflection of the inhabitants of your own car in the other. At the wheel, your father, fingers tapping in annoyance at the wait. Besides him, your mother, tilting her head back to yawn loudly. And, in the back, meeting your eyes, is your own slack-jawed face. \n\nThe same hair. The same face. The same outfit. The same eyes. He is you in every single way. \n\nYou take a deep breath, your heart beating in your chest, and you see the other you do the same. \n\nThen, the two of you cry out simultaneously.\n\n-------------------------\n\nA few moments later, two identical families square off on the middle of the road in the cool night air. Each of you instinctively faces your own mirror image, looking yourself over, taking their duplicate visage in. Your father stares at himself with barely cobtained rage and hatred, which is only fueled by the other him. Neither break eye contact as they growl questions and accusations at one another. They stand so close together, almost touching, and it is mesmerizing to see the two identical men take each other in, chests puffed out as they both admire and despise each other. Your mom, meanwhile, is frozen in place, mortified, as is her clone. The two identical women have their eyes locked together, their brains desperately trying to find an answer to the how and why of their current conundrum, even as their lips move silently as they try to form words out of the mangle of their thoughts. \n\nAnd, finally, there is you. The other you. Identical in every single way. You both stare at yourselves... and, fuck, are you both aroused. All those times masturbating in front of the mirror, watching your own body shiver and shake in delight... Getting turned on by the sight of your own pleasure, your own beauty. \n\nSo, you reach over at the exact same time as the other you does, grasping a handful of his hair even as you feel his fingers entangling with your own. Then, your faves smash together, a low moan escaping both sets of your lips as you share that first, delicious kiss with yourself. \n\nYou feel the eyes of your surprised double families upon you, but you do not care. You have craved this for as long as you can remember, and you are not going to let slip this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The sensation of another you this close to you, sharing in those very same desires and needs as you have had, is overwhelming your senses. And, God, the kiss is so much better than anything you've ever fantasized. Your lips are a perfect fit for one another, the feeling of his soft fingers trailing your jawline and then cupping the back of your head causing you to shiver in delight. The kiss is perfect, the ideal combination of gentleness and passion, rough and sweet. You wish it would last forever, even as the traffic light still shines crimson above your heads. \n\nYou have no idea how much time has passed when the two of you finally pull back, breathless, a thin line of saliva still connecting your lips. You stare into your own eyes and, seeing your desire for more reflected in then, you cannot help but chuckle. \n\nOnly then do you realise there are sounds originating from your right. You and your clone glance over, before freezing in place at the sight before you. Your mother has her arms wrapped around her own waist, sharing a deep, hungry kiss with herself. It is a perfect symmetrical kiss as the two identical women slowly open their mouths, allowing their tongues to meet for the first time. Their shared lewd gasps and murmurs seem to be a huge turn-on for the both of them, as they hold each other tightly. Besides the two of them, you see your two fathers sharing a bear-hug. Their bodies are pressed so closely together they may be looking to combine their bodies into one shared form, and they have each other in a headlock, forcing their tongues down each other's throats. The man who raised you is now standing before you, openly making out with himself, sharing an intimate desire with himself you had never expected. \n\nYou have never been so turned on in your life."
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"content": "I posted this one ~3 months ago, and it didn't get many likes or (more importantly) a story.\n\nIf it doesn't appeal to you though, you don't have to make a story for it:\n\n[WP] He had shown up to his girlfriend's house because she said she was sick. Turns out she lied to him to go to a party with another guy. Her mother sees him heartbroken & thinks \"If she doesn't want this wonderful man, then I will make him mine!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] [dark] It turns out Barker Tree's Infinity Device is real. And it turns out my housemate decided to use it on me one Saturday to slowly, torturously, edit reality itself until I'm his loving, devoted, smol and painfully stacked wifey.
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"content": "\"Damnit John, did you buy another prop from some weird old movie?\"\n\nJohn fiddled with the strange thing sitting on his lap and occasionally glanced at the blueprints to his right as I dropped my bag. John looked up at me and replied, \"Aw come on, you liked Barbarella.\"\n\n\"Not enough to okay you winning the Durand Durand-detector in an online auction.\"\n\nJohn shrugged. \"Fair enough. And for the record, this is not a movie prop. It's something called an Infinity Device that belonged to an old family friend. I was mentioned in the guy's will, and the only stipulation is that I made the modifications as specified on the blueprints.\"\n\nI opened up the fridge and snagged an orange as I remarked, \"You didn't get anything else? Seems like a ripoff.\"\n\n\"I thought the same thing, but I didn't want to speak ill of the--whoa!\"\n\nA golden beam of light shot out of the Infinity Device. As John observed his handiwork, I tossed the orange pieces in my mouth and said, \"So what, it's just a big flashlight?\"\n\n\"Maybe it's like a hypnosis device.\" John pointed the Infinity Device at me and shined the light in my face as he said, \"Yoooou are now naaaaked.\"\n\nI scoffed. \"I'm not an expert on hypnosis by any means, but I don't think it counts if you try and convince me of something that's already true.\"\n\nJohn went wide eyed and shot off the couch. \"Y--You're naked!\"\n\nI glanced down at my bare body and shrugged. \"Yeah. Did you seriously not notice until now?\"\n\nJohn blinked a few times before shining the light in my face again as he said, \"You're eating a chocolate orange.\"\n\nI popped another chocolate piece in my mouth. \"Again, yes. Okay, are you having a stroke or something?\"\n\nJohn set the Infinity Device down and asked, \"Cathy, where did you *get* that chocolate orange from?\"\n\n\"I don't know, I assume you bought them.\" John's bewildered expression shot down the notion. \"Okayyy, guess not. Well, I'm gonna take a nap now. If you see the mysterious pixie that delivers us chocolate or figure out what exactly's going on with you, lemme know. I'll get started on dinner after that.\"\n\nJohn studied the Infinity Device blueprints as I walked off to my room with my discarded clothes. As I dropped off my outfit in the laundry hamper, I thought to myself, *Come to think of it, I don't even remember getting naked in the first place.*\n\nI shook the thought off as I wrapped myself up in my blankets. \"Maybe I need this nap more than I thought.\"\n\n*To be continued...*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] ENM Embarrassed Naked Male! Suggest scenarios for me to reply with
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"content": "• In response to a similar prank, the local sorority raids the basketball team's locker room after a game, leaving them to run home naked, hoping the professors don't see. \n\n• A nefarious villainess has been on a rampage recently, blasting any hot guy she sees with a beam that leaves them unable to wear clothes for a week. The local heroine is on the case, lying in wait at the firehouse, YMCA, and the local modeling agency for when she'll strike next. \n\n• Wanting to spare his wife the humiliation, the husband has been taking all the naughty forfeits in the game show. She's not good at trivia, so her husband ends up naked on national TV. \n\n• After getting frisky in the lake one early morning, two boyfriends cannot find their clothes, and must make a mad dash to their cabin before the bus full of tourists arrive. \n\n• The guys had thought their female friends had been a little over eager to play strip poker, but they were thinking with their dicks. Turns out Amanda's a voyeuristic card shark, and loves to see cocky guys slowly get their cocks out when they thought they were gonna see some tits."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An alarmed woman tries to outrun a determined maniac following her, but she has a big booty, and the motion of her ass cheeks keeps pushing up her tight dress.
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"content": "Anna skidded to a stop as she reached the intersection, eyes frantically searching for someone who could help her. Her bare feet numb from slapping against the pavement in her desperate flight. She’d seen him out of the corner of her eye, moving from the alley next to the club when she’d stepped out for fresh air.\n\nFirst instinct had been to get back inside, but the door had locked behind her, so as he stepped towards her she’d taken off running as fast as her legs could carry her. Her designer heels had been discarded and her years of track and field training came to the forefront as she ran faster than any competition she’d ever participated in.\n\nNow she was lost, in an unfamiliar city with no way to contact the friends she’d been with. Why had she dropped her phone?!? She’d almost stopped to pick it back up but the man’s hulking form had seemed so close, she’d cast that thought away and kept up her flight.\n\nWhere the fuck was this? Was the man still following her? She couldn’t hear anything aside from the buzzing of electricity from a nearby transformer box. The area wasn’t well lit with half the buildings around her boarded up and several of the remaining having no lights at all.\n\nA cool breeze swept down between the buildings, chilling the sweat on her bare thighs and her back and shoulders. She shivered, wishing she felt that chill at the end of a good track meet and not because a maniac was chasing her. She wasn’t wearing her team colors, she was wearing a tiny cotton dress two sizes to small that had ridden up her hips to reveal her daring decision to go out clubbing without panties.\n\nLooking back the way she’d come she debated trying to retrace her steps versus continuing to wander around the unfamiliar and dangerous looking area. What was worse- the guy she knew was chasing her, or the one who would pretend to help her until she was in his clutches?\n\n“Holy shit you can run fast!”\n\nShe jumped, turning towards the sound of the voice while shrieking in fear. It was the man who had been chasing her, who was now somehow kneeling at the end of the building away from where she’d last seen him. He was bent over with palms on his knees, taking deep breaths and exhaling them slowly. She stepped back, preparing to run again. At least this time she could go towards the club… if she remembered the way.\n\n“Hey wait! You dropped your phone!” He reached into a pocket and pulled her iPhone in its pink and blue case out, offering it to her. She could see a bit of scuff from where it had hit the ground earlier, but it was definitely her phone.\n\nShe tentatively took a step forward and accepted it, quickly stepping back.\n\n“Th-thanks.”\n\n“Yeah…. Wheeewww…. No problem!” He looked up with a tired grin, his face was ruggedly handsome…. Far more towards the rugged end of the scale but. It unappealing. “You also dropped your shoes.”\n\nShe nodded, not seeing him holding them. She hadn’t dropped them, she’d tried to throw them at him. A six inch stiletto to the face might put odds in her favor. After a moment he rolled a shoulder bag off his back and reached in to grab something. She stiffened, thinking this is the moment she’d die, but relaxed a little when he just pulled out her heels.\n\nShe accepted them, confusion evident on her face. “Thank you… why were you chasing me?”\n\nHe laughed, “because your earring fell out!” He reached into the pocket opposite where he’d had her phone and held up a small diamond stud. “Even found the clasp!”\n\nAnna blushed deep red, embarrassment and relief clashing together. She wasn’t going to die today after all. Her hands instinctively brushed her ear lobes, finding one empty of the little stud that had been there when she’d left the apartment earlier in the evening.\n\n“Oh… I… thank you…” she stammered, unsure if she should apologize for her reaction. Wait, no, that was dumb. What woman wouldn’t run from a strange man hiding in the shadows? She took the earring back, smiling slightly.\n\n“Yeah… no problem, no problem… needed the exercise anyways… sorry for scaring you, wasn’t gonna chase you but you dropped your phone and well, I know the area…” he glanced around meaningfully, then back at her. His eyes locked briefly on her breasts before rising to more politely meet her gaze. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, and she knew between the chilly breeze and her exertion her nipples were tenting hard against the thin fabric of her dress. A glance down reminded her of the state of her dress, and she pulled at its sides to repair what modesty she could. The fabric clung to her, practically a second skin as saturated with sweat as it had become.\n\n“Oh… I… umm.”\n\nHe chuckled, finally seeming to have his breathing back under control he stood and stretched his back. Leaning left, then right, then back while rolling his shoulders. He was tall, imposing, and clearly worked out. He was wearing a clean zip up sweater with a faded logo on it.\n\n“Your feet okay?”\n\nShe looked down, lifting one foot and then the other to examine them. She wasn’t bleeding but the balls and heels were bright red beneath the layer of dirt and street grime they’d accumulated.\n\n“Okay, well, if you want to put your shoes back on I’ve got a bottle of water and a gym towel in here.”\n\n“Yes please, that would be great.” She’d spent as much as she had on those shoes because they were comfortable, and comfortable heels were a rarity!\n\nHe offered her the items and she quickly washed her feet, then donned her shoes again. He offered her a hand for balance while she did so, which she gratefully accepted. Once finished, she handed him the towel and water bottle back, which he quickly tucked away.\n\n“Thank you for, uhh, picking my stuff up.”\n\nHe grinned, “yeah no problem, sorry for the scare!”\n\n“I should get back, my friends will be worrying.”\n\n“Sure, I’m waiting on friends there to. Want to walk together? Or I can get ahead so you can see me…” he suggested.\n\nShe looked around the area, it really wasn’t great. She’d rather be seen with this guy than seen alone. “Sure, let’s go.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a mother, you always felt guilty for desiring your son to be your lover, but you always held yourself back for his sake. Then one night, he came home so drunk that he didn't recognize you, only seeing a beautiful woman.
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"content": "## Dream Mother\n\nThe house seems louder with Steve Jr. gone. I know how that sounds. Crazy, right? It's only been two weeks since my son moved out but now everything makes a sharper noise. The dishes sound like boulders when I put them away. Even the cat, normally a ninja in black fur, sounds like a leopard prowling on hardwood. I'm in the bathroom and the electric toothbrush makes my head buzz, like I've swallowed the hitachi wand I've been using to replace my husband ever since \"Steve Sr.\" left the picture. God I miss him.\n\nI miss them both. That's not crazy, right? In the mirror I can see a picture hanging in the hallway. It's the three of us, arm in arm. My son looks so much like my late husband. Same sweep of hair parted to the right. Same scruffy beard over a strong jaw. I always wondered what else they shared. Like all boys, Junior had long reached that age when a doting mother was more than a nuisance. He grew up so fast, so quick to become a man right before my eyes. Steve was a man any woman would love. I'm no different.\n\nI hear the scraping of keys at the front door and I put down the brush. Who could be here at this hour? I tighten the belt around my robe and walk to the living room just as the door opens and Steve stumbles inside. He looks trashed. \"Steve, what happened?\"\n\nHis eyes have a glassy sheen to them when he looks at me. Looks right through me. \"What are you doing in my apartment?\" he asks with slurred speech. His breath reeks of beer.\n\n\"Oh honey, you're drunk. You're not at your apartment. You're at home.\" Slinging an arm over my shoulder, I help him to the couch and he flops down. \"Where have you been? I hope you didn't dri-\" I don't finish my sentence. I can't because Steve's cupped one of my breasts. His hand is cold and my nipple hardens underneath it. What the fuck is happening?\n\n\"Hey,\" he whispers, as he rolls my nipple between two fingers. I let out a gasp. \"You're pretty cute.\"\n\nThere's not a shred of recognition in his eyes. I'm a little disappointed that he'd grab a strange woman so brazenly, let alone his own mother. But I don't stop him either. Instead I open my robe a little more. Is this really happening? An impulse turns into a dirty thought, then into action. I straddle his lap and lean over him until I can feel his boozy breath on my cheek. \"What do you want?\" I coo in his ear.\n\n\"Fffuh,\" is all he can muster when I lick his ear and neck. Steve keeps one hand on my tit and reaches for my ass with the other.\n\nI pull up my robe so I can feel him, skin to skin. For a second I have a lingering feeling of doubt, of guilt and shame for what I'm doing but the warm spot between my legs is louder. Like I said, everything is louder now that he's gone. Except Steve's with me now and I'll never let him go. His fingers massage my body and I groan with pleasure. When I steal a kiss his tongue is slow to meet mine. He's so wasted I doubt he'll remember any of this.\n\nPerfect.\n\nI slide down his body until I'm kneeling between his legs. Steve is looking at the ceiling when I ask to open his pants. A garbled \"yes\" is all I need to unbutton his fly and stare at his manhood. Booze is a double-edged sword. The bulge in his boxers is soft and warm, so ready for sleep. I have other ideas. I slide it through the fly opening and his musk fills my nose. I must be dreaming but he smells like Steve Sr too. I guess we're both pretending. As I cup his balls, I look at his cock beginning to awake. I could stop here. Stop now and put him to bed. It's what a good mother would do.\n\nInstead I wrap my lips around his head and suck on my son's flaccid hog. Steve whimpers then groans when I rake my fingers along his inner thighs. He stiffens in my mouth but still can't look at me. Let him dream, I think. Meanwhile I start to pump him with one hand, never letting his cock out of my mouth. I'm so bad. I can't believe I needed this so much as I start rubbing my clit.\n\nSteve takes over. He runs his fingers in my hair as I move up and down his shaft. I let him control the pace, let him use my mouth like a fuck toy. I feel my drool run down my lips and collect at his base, feel the warmth of it on my fingers. I dip them in my cunt. I'm nearing the edge when suddenly Steve thrusts his hips into my face and unloads a hot stream of come to the back of my throat.\n\nI have to pull off or else I'll choke and another rope hits me in the face. My sweet, sweet boy is panting as I milk him, his seed dripping on my hand. Sliding his cock back into his boxers, I fix him up as best I can and lay him out on the couch. He's sleeping like a baby. My sweet baby. I clean up and finish myself off in the bedroom before falling asleep myself.\n\nIn the morning I hear him stirring. I have coffee brewing when I see he head pop up from the couch.\n\n\"M-mom?\" he says. Steve winces when he looks at the window. \"What am I doing here?\"\n\n\"I don't know, son. You just stumbled in late last night. You looked pretty wasted. I hope you didn't drive drunk.\"\n\nSteve is quiet, like he's trying to remember. It looks like he's doing a hard math problem. I hand him a mug of coffee. \"You collapsed on the couch. I was worried but you fell fast asleep.\"\n\n\"I did? I did. Sorry for barging in Mom. I guess old habits die hard.\"\n\nI guess he doesn't remember. \"I'm just glad you're safe. You can always come home, you know?\" As I talk there's something in his eyes, a spark of recognition maybe? Who knows, I'm probably crazy."
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"content": "TL;DR: >!That turned weird quickly!<\n\nCiara hadn't even thought of a reward when she rescued the pixie. She may have looked sinister, but inside she was a huge softie: She had just seen a tiny thing trapped in a wind wheel in the park and there was no reason not to help.\n\n\"A service for a service rendered. 'Tis the fairy way!\" The tiny voice insisted as solemnly as a twenty centimetre humanoid could.\n\n\"This is unnecessary. I'm glad to help!\" Ciara laughed and set the little woman on a bench. The fairy was so cute, Ciara wanted to pat her on the head, though that seemed disrespectful.\n\n\"'Tis very necessary, I assure you. What can I do for you?\" The fairy insisted. Ciara had a cutegasm as the little lady stomped back and forth.\n\n\"Helping is a reward in itself, I wouldn't want for anything more.\" Ciara said from the bottom of her heart.\n\n\"'Tis not a discussion. The laws are not up for discussion! Tell me your price!\" The woman fluttered up in her face, very agitated. Somehow that made her even cuter.\n\n\"I couldn't possibly ask for anything when it was no trouble for me at all.\" Ciara smiled, holding out a hand for her to land on, an offer that the tiny woman didn't take.\n\n\"Ah, I see. A conflict in the laws governing our peoples. You cannot ask for anything, and I cannot leave without giving you anything. Very well, I understand what you say. I have to come up with a gift myself. I, princess Sparklebottom of the Fair People, mighty sorceress of the land of _Baile Átha Cliath_, wielder of powers unmatched, and patron of the dog eye star, shall bestow upon you the greatest gift I can possibly give someone like you…\" The fairy proclaimed. Ciara had always loved fairy tales. The ones with cute fairies, not so much the bloody ones. With less princess to go around, Ciara wondered what the little woman would come up with.\n\nAfter a meaningful pause, the princess continued: \"The Blessing of Beauty… and Lust!\"\n\nThe little fairy waved her hand and sparkles sprayed over Ciara, making her sneeze as if she had snorted lavender. It took a minute until she calmed her nose and processed what she had heard.\n\n\"Beauty and Dust?\" She asked, still drying her tears from the fairy dust. \n\n\"No! …though dust is admittedly part of it. Beauty… and Lust!\" Shouted the pixie.\n\n\"As in people lusting after me? That's really sweet, but I really don't… holy… cow, my hair!\" Ciara exclaimed, almost cursing. Was it okay to curse in front of fairies?\n\nShe pulled her hair in front of her face, which in itself was weird, given she had very short hair a few seconds ago. It was also a glamorous red that the island was known for. Well, maybe more glamorous than the carrot colour many people had. And the hair continued to grow.\n\n\"No! That would be the Curse of Attention! I gave you the power to enjoy life to its fullest. Rejoice!\" The princess said. Ciara was still mesmerised by the knee-long hair, that would just be a mess to maintain, when she noticed a fuzzy feeling in her stomach that she hadn't felt like this since puberty.\n\n\"I don't think what you're laying out is really… ho boy, that feels weird. What's going on?\" Ciara said, her trousers feeling all tingly.\n\n\"No longer need you be confined by the oppressive clothes of men!\" The pixie princess declared as if that made any sense. The button blasted from the jeans as Ciara's hip expanded. At the same time she felt very… distracted, her eyes darting towards the benches with all these beautiful people.\n\n\"Maybe there's a misunderstanding here, I-I actually like that sort of outfit. I know I don't look traditionally feminine, but… oh no, am I going into heat or something?\" Ciara said, thinking of ways to explain modern society to an age-old fairy.\n\n\"Maybe! The Blessing works a bit differently for every person. You can now enjoy the carnal blessings without shame or worry. Rejoice!\" The tiny fairy proclaimed. Ciara groaned and had to pull down her sports bra, it now feeling awfully tight. \n\n\"Listen, lady! We don't do the whole masculine-feminine… uch… dichtomy anymore. Just take back your blessing, I don't want it! We can find some other repayment. Rejoice my ass…\" Ciara cursed, hoping her earlier concerns were unfounded. She rummaged through her backpack for her cigarette box as an improvised mirror.\n\n\"Agreed! Rejoice your ass! I shan't take back your blessing. Thrice I asked for a bargain and thrice you rejected. You knew what you were getting at.\" The princess said, still buzzing in front of Ciara's face. The urge was there, but still she couldn't get herself to swat the pixie away. Finally she found her silver cigarette box."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Goblins! Short in stature, giant in their love!
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"content": "Heroes are powerful adventurers who are blessed by a god/goddess to fight evil. \n\nDerrick has been blessed by the goddess of love and breeding, but hasn't seen any additional power of any kind, which doesn't help the fact that he's extremely weak.\n\nSo he's resigned to a horrible fate when he's been defeated by an amazonian goblin warband, until instead of killing him they start ripping his clothes off.\n\nEight hours later, he's the only orgy/gangbang participant still left \"standing\" and amazing somehow gained three levels out of it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a government issued Fuckoupon. They only give these out once and year, and they allow you to fuck one individual for as long and in whatever way you want. Including publicly.
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"content": "[non/dub con] [cuckold] \n\nGreg can't help be clench his fist, his worst nightmare coming true. The plan was for this to be a casual dinner with her Ex Devin who she had a *messy* breakup with to bury the hatchet...and yet him casually playing the slip of paper on the desk proved otherwise. \n\nThough Greg had a sneaking suspicion given Devin mentioning he works in the government his wife Valerie takes it and examines it before her face goes cold. \n\n\"Y-you can be serious?\" She says her neck creaking to Devin hoping this is some elaborate joke. Boldly putting a hand on her wrist Devin smiling says \"No it's very real, I got one per my promotion and thought this would be an excellent time to use it.\" patting Valerie's arm before he loudly stands and stretches. Other patrons look on though given Devin's station they seem to turn a blind eye to his obnoxious antics. \n\nFinding the courage Greg grabs Devin by the collar who can only smile as he lets himself be pulled in. \"NO!\" he shouts to which Devin just passively shakes his head. \"That's not how the Fuckoupon system works and you know it. Interfering any further makes you liable for arrest so I would be careful...not to mention you are assaulting an officer at the moment.\" Devin says snidely. \n\nDuring this tense moment Valerie puts a hand on Greg's fist and simply says \"...please don't...\" her face cold and a bit hollow clearly internally accepting what is to happen. Disarmed by that and the sexist laws protecting creeps like Devin Greg lets go leaving Valerie to shoot another look towards Devin. \n\n\"...So..how would you like..\" she barely is able to get out with clear disgust and hatred in her voice for what Greg and the rest of the patrons are going to witness Devin do to her. \n\nClearly enjoying watching this twisted scene play out Devin Looks on before shooting Valerie a hungry glance as he looks her up and down. \"I recall telling you I was going to bend you over one last time when you stormed out so...I think that\" he says giving her ass a loud smack as he does. \n\nEyes cold and unfocused, she unintentionally. glances towards her husband and shutters before she finds her hands reaching under her skit as she pulls down her panties. \n\n\"Convenient you wore a skirt for this huh Val?\" Devin taunts as Valerie leans forward on the table and pulling it up revealing her exposed holes to anyone who wishes to look. \n\nThere are moans in lust as well as disgust as some people leave the venue entirely at the \"entertainment\" with others making excuses to come by and witness a rare coupon being used. \n\nSavoring Valerie's submissive position Devin moves behind her as he begins undressing himself shooting Greg depraved looks he prepares to mount his wife. \n\n\"Um..uhh Dev....could you please use a condom?\" Valerie says her arms and front rest on the table as she presents herself to Devin. Roughly grabbing her ass Devin laughs as he rubs his bare cock along her slit forcing her to stifle a moan. \"Sorry Val I don't think you are in *any* position to make that request\" he says as he keeps rubbing his hardening cock along her vulva making sure to casually drag the head long her clit.\n\n\"...O-kay...sor-ry I-asked\" Valerie says her breath becoming more and more shallow as the outercourse continues. Greg feels his nails digging into his palm as this humiliating scene plays out. Not knowing whether to leave like a coward, fight and go to jail or just let it happen..emotions overwhelm and paralyze him as Valerie and Devin breath heavy between moans and grunts."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A relaxing day at the beach turns into an unexpected mating session with her boyfriends best friend.
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"content": "As the sun continues to shine on the beach Kendra gets some much needed relaxation as she stretches and takes in the warmth. After some mild convincing from her boyfriends best friend Benny, she reluctantly takes off her bikini top as to avoid tan lines. \n\nThough promising not to gawk Kenda notices several obvious looks coming from him though she sees it as punishment for her boyfriend flaking (again) and a reward for Benny being the only one to show up. \n\nBecoming a bit more comfortable being topless around Benny Kendra starts casually applying not to perturbed at the show she's giving for him as she shapely breasts jiggle and sway unsupported. \n\n\"I know you're a bit busy staring at my tits but you should put some on to\" Kendra says with a bit of snark to Benny who's still a bit in disbelief he was able to convince her to show him her boobs. \n\n\"Oh..yeah right..\" he says sheepishly as she hands him the bottle. \"You didn't get your back though? Let me do that for you\" he says already warming up the sunscreen in his hand ready to apply it. \n\n\"No...it's fine please...\" Kendra says blushing slightly part of her wishing she let him stare at her boobs in silence though seeing him ready and willing she sighs before turning around. 'O-Only my back!\" she lets out meekly as she picks up her hair so it doesn't get in his way. \n\nStarting gently at the back of her neck working down to her shoulders Benny starts giving Kendra a bit of a massage as he works the sunscreen into her skin. \n\n\"Um-m you don't need to do that..\" says as a mild protest though secretly enjoying every second of it. *Her boyfriend Keith *never* rubs her back, or feet or any part of her for that matter even during sex* is what Kendra thinks at the moment unintentionally getting a bit turned on by Benny's touch. \n\nWorking down her back Benny answers \"No reading the bottle is says you need to work it into the skin for it to take effect\" confidently as he continues this impromptu massage. Desperately needing to unwind like this and finally letting go of the frustration of Keith flaking at the last minute Kendra mind drifts off to peace. \n\nDistracted by the massage Kendra pays little mind to Benny's hands until she feels them sliding up her stomach towards her breasts. Immediately dropping her hands from her hair she meets his as they grasp her breasts. \"W-what are you doing?\" She says to Benny but also to herself as she's doing the bare minimum to attempt to stop this. \n\n\"You missed doing them before and my hands are already covered in the sunscreen\" He says as he takes a firm grip of Kendra's massive bust. Unable to help it a subtle moan escapes her lips as her hands tremble as the fall away from his. 'I-I guess that kinda makes sense..\" she says reluctantly consenting to the groping. \n\nKendra's shaky approval given Benny starts boldly kneading and otherwise exploring her breasts in his hands she tries her best to stifle her moans and other noises of pleasure. \n\nMore or less unabashedly playing with her tits right now Benny grows ever cocky as he asks \"So does Keith ever touch you like this?\" to which Kendra can only stammer out a \"W-what? Of course he does! Why wouldn't he--\" she says cutting herself off at the paradox of defending her boyfriend as another mans feels her up. \n\nSensing her thinking about her boyfriend Benny traces her areolas before lightly pinching her nipples causing Kendra to give sultry moan in pleasure she immediately feels herself start to grow moist. \"Wow you have really sensitive nipples huh Kendra?\" Benny teases as Kendra cocks her head to the side and blushes. \"A-Aren't you done yet?\" she says embarrassed though clearly more than ok with him squeezing her chest. \n\nGiving her boobs one last squeeze Benny sinks his hands towards Kendra's waist \"Almost, for the next part it would be easier if you just removed your bottoms so they don't get stained from the sunscreen\" he says as if he was casually making an order at a restaurant. Finding some courage to pull away from him Kendra crawls to the other side of the towel as she turns to face him. \n\nThough still kneeling Kendra starts angrily shaking her fist towards him unintentionally shaking her chest violently as she begins to tell him off. \"Benny what the fuck do you think you're doing? First convincing me to take off my top finding an excuse to feel me up and..Now this?\" she says despite the lukewarm resistance she gave to either of those situations. \n\nSurprisingly calm as Kendra yells at him and spending less time gawking at her chest and more time at her face Kendra is disarmed with his smile. \"Kendra please relax! I didn't mean anything by it I just wanted to get you to relax is all. If you are uncomfortable with what I suggesting you are free to let me know and I will listen to you.\" He says straight faced and honestly. \n\nBreathing a bit heavy from being worked up both sexually and emotionally Kendra pauses before she rushes over and gives Benny a hug, her massive chest pressing intently against him. As the two wordlessly hold each other for a minute Benny breaks the hug and says \"Ok lets finish putting on your sunscreen\" as another ting of pleasure rings from Kendra pussy. \"A-lright..\" she says again meekly as she stands casually slips off her bottoms."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Wholesome shemale/dickgirl prompts
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"content": "I made this prompt 11 months ago, but it didn't get a story. Since it looks like what you requested, I'm reposting it here to see if it strikes your interest enough to make a story for it:\n\n[WP] Sabine told Dan the only way she would give him kids was if he carried them. She woke up the next day as a massively hung futa, and Dan is now her stacked & fertile GF, worshipping her morning wood. \"I do believe you have sextuplets to put in me\" Dani smirked, licking her lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You we’re kidnapped by the “Big Milf” pirates. They’ll let you go if you cooperate, but they’ll also let you join their crew if you can impress them.
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"content": "Captain Stacy sat in her chair, her titanic thighs shaking ever so slightly with every tap of her foot. I stared up at her as I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I had cooperated with her as she requested, but I wasn't allowed to go with the other captives for some reason. I wanted to say something, but Captain Stacy was notorious for taking command of everything from ships to simple conversations. It was safer for me to stay quiet.\n\nCaptain Stacy leaned forward and purred, \"You know, I don't think I ever got your name, poppet.\"\n\nI gulped. \"I--It's Tulip, ma'am. T--Tulip Abernathy.\"\n\nA smile crept across the captain's lips. \"Mmm, like the flower. I like that.\" Captain Stacy reached behind her chair and pulled out a compass. \"One of my girls found this in your bag. Care to elaborate?\"\n\n\"I--It belonged to my father. His request was for him to be buried with it, and I was on the way to his funeral when you and your crew...i--interrupted my journey, so to speak.\"\n\nCaptain Stacy frowned and set my bag on the table before her, dumping out the rest of my equipment onto it. I felt my heart stop as the captain deadpanned, \"One more time, with a little more honesty.\"\n\nI held my hands up in surrender. \"Okay, okay! I'm a cartographer, as well as a horologist and astronomer. And though my father is still very much alive, I wasn't lying when I said the compass belonged to him or that he wanted to be buried with it. I just didn't mention that I'm...sort of moving in the opposite direction of him.\"\n\nCaptain Stacy chuckled. \"A runaway, are you?\"\n\n\"I don't know your story, Captain Stacy, but surely you know of what it's like to be a woman in this world. To have your wants and interests trampled on by big, self-important men who could lose their hearing and regain it just as quickly depending on whether they're hearing an opinion from someone in a suit or a ball gown.\"\n\n\"Do I detect a bit of bitterness, poppet?\"\n\n\"Try a copious amount of it, captain. My father only ever thought of me when he was thinking of ways to acquire more influence by marrying me off to whatever mediocre nobleman had something he wanted. He didn't care that my brothers had no interest in his mapmaking craft but I was ensnared by the process--if his precious sons weren't keen to follow in his footsteps, then *surely* the business would be much too difficult for his daughter's womanly mind.\" I grunted and leaned against the wall, my earlier anxiety replaced with frustration. \"Should've set the house on fire with that bastard inside before I left.\"\n\nCaptain Stacy clicked her tongue as she thought. \"Smart, defiant, and not afraid to get your hands dirty. Yes, I like that. Ms. Abernathy, I have a proposal for you. I would like you to join us.\"\n\nI stared at Captain Stacy with wide eyes. \"W--What?! No, I--I'm not a pirate--\"\n\n\"Pirates I have. It's a navigator I need.\" Captain Stacy got out of her chair, strolled over to me, and rested her hand on my thigh as she finished, \"And it's a companion I want.\"\n\nMy skin felt like it was on fire as Stacy's hand slid under my dress. \"W--What are you--\"\n\n\"One of my hidden talents, really. One look at a woman, and I know the answer to a very particular question.\" Stacy leaned in close and whispered, \"Your heart belongs to no *man*, does it poppet?\"\n\nI gasped at the sound of her voice in my ear. \"No. It never has.\"\n\nStacy grinned as she pulled me in for a kiss. The taste of her lips was utterly intoxicating, like your very first glass of wine. Stacy tore through my dress like it was nothing, making good use of the strength that made her feared across the seven seas. I couldn't have cared less what happened to my clothes; they were all selected by my father, tools of control he labeled as gifts. The Devil could make a gallows for the Lord with the rags for all I cared.\n\nStacy suckled at my breast with glee as her hand found its way down to my clit, drawing a euphoric moan from my lips. Stacy started to finger me slowly as she said to me, \"You're beautiful, Tulip. Utterly beautiful,\" her voice breathy and dripping with arousal.\n\nI couldn't stop myself from orgasming at the praise and the feeling of Stacy's hand combined. I looked at her and asked, \"I--I want to make you feel good now. If that's alright with you.\"\n\nStacy chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. \"If it isn't okay with me, I will tell you. But in the future, it's more or less *guaranteed* to be okay with me.\"\n\nStacy spread her legs and invited me to come close with a bending of her finger. I leaned down into her and gripped her thighs as I kissed her clit tenderly. Stacy shuddered at the feeling, which was evidence enough she wanted me to keep going. I dove in with joy, my tongue snaking around inside Stacy as her powerful legs closed around my head to lock me in place. I sped up my efforts in response, eliciting a grateful, \"YESSSSS,\" from Stacy.\n\nI couldn't stop myself from marveling at Stacy. This woman could crush cannonballs between her thighs, stole from any ship that crossed her path, and commanded a crew of five score women just like her. But here she was, me completely at her mercy--and she was being kind. Without putting it into words, she had proven to me I was not a bargaining chip or a trinket, but a person. Perhaps being a pirate was a worthwhile endeavor after all.\n\nMy contemplation was quite wonderfully by Stacy's climax. Her nectar flooded my senses and pulled me back down to reality with force. Stacy let go of my head after what felt like an eternity and pulled me up to her chest, caressing my cheek as she pressed me into her. With the softest tone, Stacy asked me, \"I'll take that as a yes, then?\"\n\nI giggled and nuzzled into her. \"Aye-aye, captain.\"\n\n*ONE YEAR AND THREE MONTHS LATER*\n\nI pored over the maps as the sound of rolling waves came through the window. As I sipped my tea, Stacy entered the captain's bedroom and sat down on the bed with me. After a kiss on my cheek, Stacy asked, \"So how does it look, dear?\"\n\nI double checked my notes as I replied, \"Provided the wind stays with us and Ms. Petrikov doesn't suddenly lose her ability to steer, we should be at the island in two days time. Is our cargo still good?\"\n\nStacy nodded. \"Five cow skulls, all intact and ready.\"\n\n\"Good. I'm ready to pay off our debts to that--oof!--medicine woman already.\"\n\nStacy smiled and rested a hand on my pregnant belly. \"The little one's kicking again, I take it?\"\n\nI pouted. \"She gets that from you, you know.\"\n\n\"Right, right, because you have no fire.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes as Lieutenant Amelie poked her head through the door. \"Captain! Trading ship off the port bow! Permission to engage?\"\n\nStacy gave me a quick kiss before she yelled, \"Ready the boarding hooks, ladies!\"\n\nExcited cries echoed through the ship as I returned to my maps. \"A pirate's life for me indeed...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Today is April Fool's Day. What was once a fun day of pranks and gags has turned into one of the sexiest days of the year.
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"content": "April's Fool\n\n\"April fool's day is so juvenile, like there are still asults pulling pranks on each other. Yall need to grow up!\"\n\nThis was a common mentality that most people out of high school share but I have known some full grown adults to prank each other as long as it doesn't go too far.\n\nBut for my community, it was the holiday we all looked forward to the most.\n\n*Knock* *knock* *knock*\n\nI knocked on the old thick wooden door as a small slot opens. The eyes behind the slot examine me as I present my slip and token. The slot closed, locks think, and the door opens.\n\nAs I walk in, I take off my coat and hang it on the multitude of hooks on the wall, not too many open spaces as expected. As I undo the coat, the doorman can see my shiny tight latex corset, leather boots, and gloves. My hair was up in a tight pony tail, my eyes were made up dark and shadowy and my lips were as red as cherries.\n\nI was ready for the evening.\n\nI walked through the hallway of the old warehouse. Multiple small rooms lined each side and you can hear what transpired in each of them. \n\n\"Yes sir....\" Came out of one room follow by a smacking sound.\n\nWhimpering from gags in another.\n\n\"Please please please Madam!\" Begged a male submissive."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Her ex left her with a hypnotic trigger that made her horny and submissive in the shower. She thought she'd dealt with it by only taking baths, until one day she gets caught in the rain without an umbrella, and finds herself stripping naked...
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"content": "While she gets naked two stoner guys were smoking a joint under a roof and saw all that. She went to them and get on her knees and took their pants off. Both of them had huge dicks. As she was stroking them she was all wet cuz of the rain but now she was wet down there too. She sucked the soul of them guys. One of them was bigger then the other one and she was thinking which one she wants inside her first. She took the bigger one inside her tight wet pussy and the other one was filling her mouth. Guys were doing it really hard and they were close. Both came at the same time and she was shaking after that. All naked getting more rain lying in the grass under the rain."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You gain the ability of mind control/hypnosis and go to a popular Target near you, where are you hanging out there and what things are you doing with your new found power?
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"content": "Me personally I would hang out in the women’s swimsuit section or athletic wear, either those spots or the changing rooms themselves and catch cute girls wanting to try on some stuff. The athletic wear section would be especially fun because I’d get physically fit women and more resistant types to the mind control, but hanging out there for a fit cutie would be amazing. Then finally capturing her would be 10/10 as well \n\nThen as for the swimsuit section, oh wow would that be amazing. So many hot girls shop at target and the swimsuit section + changing room is ripe with goddesses to be around and touch. That’s def where I would hang out. Either that or the lingerie section and help try on hauls for the beautiful girls in front of me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ray, Moses and Jan are the IT Crew of the internet kinky porn site TheCastle. They are called on to trouble shoot laptops, WiFi connections, remote controlled toys, TENS devices, Sybians and more. Always answering, "did you try turning it off and on again?" They keep the crews turned on.
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"content": "\"What..?\" Came the typically concerned Ray.\n\nIn a dismissive huff, Jan turned to reply: \"I just joined them up to the wifi - what's the big deal?\"\n\n\"The big deal?? The BIG deal?? You can't just connect their security cameras, smart toys and laptops to whatever open WiFi is about Jan. We're IT, were supposed to FIX their wifi not ignore it\"\n\n\"Ooooh, I was wondering why we were prompted with the 'free McDonald's WiFry' guest portal\" giggled Moses. \"That would explain why Mr. Ryan had been tracking down that big content leak last week\".\n\n\"We've lost our jobs...\" came a defeated Ray.\n\n//----------------------------------//\n\nLater in Ryan's office, the three stood solemnly waiting for a presumably furious Ryan to come scoald them for another blunder. To their surprise, However, a very cheerful Ryan burst through the door.\n\n\"You sick son's of bitches! What a brilliant plan! The actors have been orgasming all morning. How did you think of it?\"\n\nA shocked look befell Jan and Ray, though a blissfully ignorant Moses began to open his mouth; \"I'm not sure we follow, didn't we completely fu-\"\n\n\"-find your new idea Ryan!\" Ray butted in.\n\n\"Indeed Raymond, those adult actors have been cuming and clenching all morning as some stranger has been activating their toys remotely all day. The mystery and the expertise that they're operating those toys at is marvelous. Sales are through the roof! I'm going to buy a brand new Scat Domination wing, and name it.. Jan's Wing, after you Jan.\"\n\n\"uh... wonderful.\"\n\nWhat will this trio get themselves into next?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Rob, Sara and Milly had a threesome. Three sets of harnesses and dildos, plus one cock cage were used that evening.
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"content": "I grabbed the last dirty pot and dunked it into the soapy water. Using the sponge I began to scrape off the caked on food. Ever since my two new roommates, Milly and Sara, had moved in I seemed to be stuck doing the dishes just about all of the time. The first time I had cooked for the two of them, they had declared my cooking to be atrocious and from then on they would be doing all the cooking. Honestly they were probably right. I never learned how to cook and burned my food too many times to count. Milly and Sara loved to cook and their food was amazing. So if it meant I was stuck doing the dishes in order to be able to enjoy their cooking then so be it.\n\r\nMilly poked her head into the kitchen, “Hey Rob, you almost done?\"\n\r\n“Yeah just finishing up. Why?” I asked. I tried not to stare at her bare shoulder and swell of her left breast that peaked out from around the wall. I could see so much of her breast that I had to wonder if she was wearing a shirt or not. The two of them often went around the house in just their bra and panties. They claimed that it was ok that I saw them since we were roommates, and I wasn’t going to ask them to cover up. It just made me really hard sometimes. The way they flirted with each other when half naked was sometimes too much to bare. I often jacked off as I listened to them having sex in the other room.\n\r\n“Oh, no reason,” Milly said innocently. Too innocently to actually mean it. They were up to something. \n\r\nMilly slipped into the kitchen and while I had often seen them parade around in just bra and panties before, this was something else. This was the high end, I want to get fucked lingerie. I really tried not to stare but I couldn’t help it.\n\r\n“She’s a lesbian. She’s a lesbian and her lesbian lover is in the other room,” I muttered to myself. “No don’t watch her lace cover tits bounce and she walked. No, don’t do it!”\n\r\n“What was that?” Milly asked as she stepped around the island and pressed up against my back. I could feel her tits pressing into my back as she peered into the sink. “Last pot?”\n\r\n“Um. Ye… yeah,” I stammered. Get a hold of yourself. Nothing is going to happen!\n\r\n“We are just going to hang out in the living room when you're done,” Milly said. I was disappointed when she backed away, though it probably was for the best. And to top it off I got to watch her walk away. I did openly stare at her luscious ass as she strutted out of the kitchen. \n\r\n“Fuck,” I muttered a she half turned and caught me staring. I thought I was doomed, but she just smiled and walked out of my sight.\n\r\nIt took a moment or three to compose myself. My cock was rock hard and even with only one pot left it was going to be hard to finish the dishes. Somehow I finally did. I dried off my hand and hung up the towel and headed for the living room. What was waiting for me in there I had no idea, but it was probably going to be a hard night.\n\r\nWhatever I was expecting, it wasn’t Milly straddling Sara’s bare legs as they sat on the couch. Sara’s hands were wandering all over Milly’s back. Milly was gridding against Sara as they made out.\n\r\n“Whoa!” I involuntarily exclaimed.\n\r\nMilly broke off her kiss and turned towards me. “Hey, there you are.”\n\r\nMilly started to get up off the couch. I didn’t know where to look. Milly’s bra was out of place and I could see the top half of her nipples. It was bright pink and hard as rock. Now that Milly wasn’t covering Sara, I could see she was also wearing just a bra and panties, lingerie again. Not your everyday stuff. Her white lace bra was almost see-through and I got an eye full of her large pinkish brown areolas and nipples. Sara was a fuller, more curvier girl than Milly. She tended to dress more masculine than Milly, but to night she looked amazing. Though I could tell she felt embarrassed by her weight to some degree. Honestly I didn’t mind her figure one bit. My cock was hard as a rock and I was finding it almost hard to breathe.\n\r\nMilly sauntered up to me. My eyes were drawn to her swaying breast, I couldn’t help it. I wanted to look somewhere else. To make it look like I wasn’t just ogling her. She stopped right in front of me and ran a finger down my chest to my crotch as she asked, “Like what you see?”\n\r\nAll I could do was nod my head yes.\n\r\n“You like it when we parade half naked around the house?\"\r\nI couldn’t say anything. How the hell was I supposed to answer that?\n\r\n“We know you do,” Milly said. “We can feel your eyes on us all the time.”\n\r\nOh shit!\r\nMilly leaned in close to me, I could feel the heat of her breasts pressing into my chest. My heart was pounding. Milly leaned in and whispered into my ear in the most sultry voice, “You want to know something? We like it!”\n\r\nHoly shit! What is going on?\n\r\n“While we are lesbians, occasionally we like dick too,” Milly whispered. Her hand ran down over my crotch and she grabbed my hard on through my pants.\n\r\n“Oh god,” I moaned.\n\r\n“Do you want to join us?” Milly whispered.\n\r\n“Yes, yes.” I stammered.\n\r\nMilly backed away from me. “Well then strip!” she commanded.\n\r\nI didn’t hesitate at all. This was my chance. What guy has never dreamed of getting it on with two lesbians? I pulled off my shirt. Yanked off my socks. No shoes in the house. Unbuckled my pants and yanked them to the floor. I hesitated a moment when I realized there was only one pair of eyes watching me get undressed. Where did Sara go? It didn’t matter. Milly was still standing in front of me watching. Not wanting to disappoint, I pulled my boxers off and stepped out of them.\n\r\n“Very nice!” Milly was looking down at my cock. Just what every guy wants to hear!\n\r\n“Though while I did say we enjoyed a dick every so often, I'm afraid it’s not going to be yours tonight.”\n\r\n“What?”\n\r\nSara, suddenly reached around from behind me and slammed a bag of frozen peas onto my hard cock. \n\r\n“Fuck that’s cold!” I cried. I was too shocked to move. My cock instantly deflated from the cold. My head was in a tailspin. They worked me up into a sexual frenzy and then this. What was going on?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your SO caught "The Horny". Now the two of you have to isolate for two weeks.
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"content": "Author's note quoted: The Horny was changed to the 'Desiac, and I completely Ignored the two week isolation bit. This prompt inspired the following story though.\n\n>>!Ok, this started off as an exploratory what if it was true written from a future perspective. I finished the second part wondering where the 'dirty' bit was, or how to even write it. The third section answered both questions, the dirty and how parts. The third pretty much stands on its own as a short stroke piece, but to really understand it, please read the first two. Enjoy.!<\n\nThe world was in trouble of the Boomer's making. They were now the ones in charge and realized that the zoomers had been indoctrinated in to their misguided narcissistic behavioral patterns. The boomer's large numbers had dominated the press, the marketing campaigns, the Entertainment media, and all aspects of life in general. They had their houses at single digit interest rates while the Xer's had double digit inflation, interest rates, and suffered through the boomer's midlife crises, both real and virtual through the media. The boomer's infected society with their no-fault divorce, abandoning their children to the point that the 'greatest generation' rewrote the custody laws, which put the Xer's into indentured servitude.\n\nThis indentured servitude to their ex(s)'s whims only made the Xer's more nihilistic. This anti-children attitude was passed down to their grandchildren, and having it reinforced through media, all media: TV, Print, and the 'interweb'. The Zoomer's were even more determined not to have children, either to end the cycle of split households, or through selfish motives. Either way, the human population was dying.\n\nThe Boomer's last ditch effort was to take a page out of the 'rona playbook, and fund sketchy-ass research with the C.R.I.S.P.R technique to create a real 'aphrodisiac virus'. The research was pushed ahead of any real actual trials and straight to the general public. Of course, the 'leaders', aka boomers, denied the existence of the disease. Phrases heard early in the 'rona pandemic were repeated: \"Masks are useless\", \"it's all the other political party fear-mongering\", \"No need to close the boarders\", etc, etc, etc.\n\nThe Xer's, the conspiracy theorists, had seen that playbook before. They recognized the impending hyper-inflation situation for what it was, what they experience growing up in the 1970's. They took 'doom prepping' beyond the nuclear Armageddon freaks wildest ideas. They had stocked up on can goods, dry goods, and sanitary papers, toilet and famine products because they'd seen the writing on the wall. The 'Desiac virus didn't catch most of them unawares.\n\nThe Zoomers, caught up in Virtual, rather now it is called, Artificial Reality, AR (Not VR like it was in the 80's), were caught off guard after their grand parents began sounding more and more like lunatics decrying the end of the world, that a new deadly virus was on the loose.\n\nOf course the Millennial's played their part having grown up under the influence of \"I didn't inhale\" Clinton, rather \"I didn't have sex with that woman\" Clinton. Blowjobs were painted, in the millennial's formative years, as 'not sex'. The philosophy of 'A mouth was a mouth', and 'an asshole just an asshole', lead to the rise of same sex encounters. The Millennial's carefree sexual attitudes (something only the free love hippies of the sixties would be jealous of) coupled with the nihilistic-ness of their grand parents made for wild ass orgies in the gaming dens of the Zoomers.\n\nWhat the Boomer's failed to realize, (an unintended consequence), is that there were so many choices of birth control (both male and female), that the 'Disiac virus failed to have the desired effect. Yes, there were orgies in the grocery isles to the Boomer's horror, yet the maternity wards were still empty. Streets were full of naked horny women begging for anyone's, or everyone's cock. The Hospitals were full of exhausted patients unable to feed themselves, and with first, or second degree burns on their privates from overzealous activities.\n\nA year into the artificially created pandemic came the reality that the 'Disiac cause infertility in the male population. It didn't matter to the infected if they could get pregnant, or not, neither male nor female wanted to propagate the horror they grew up in of split/joint custody households. It was difficult to remain employed under the draconian corporate rule of the Mega Corps like Apple, Amazon, Fedex, Tocobell, and such. The man-children turned to immoral acts to fuel the 'Desiac rage, Rape, Theft, and Murder were so common place because police forces were decimated as their staff preferred to hold orgies with the prisoners, than go out on patrol. Patrol's only happened when they needed to resupply their holding cells."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Femboy (Futa) Chastity Prompts
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"content": "- In the bottom of the dungeon is a prisoner whose name has been forgotten. Her crimes have faded into legend, but still, it is your solemn duty to make sure her cock never gets hard, lest the kingdom fall to ruin.\n\n- A femboy reveals that he wasn't even using ten percent of his power, and unlocks his weighted training cage.\n\n\n- mommy's little catboy has been a very good girl, and if he's extra good to her, she might let his little clitty out to play."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a femdom Empress and you now need to comfort your new depressed sub.
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"content": "The Firm Hand That Calms the Mind\n\n\"Moan for me!\" I commanded\n\n\"Mmmm.\" My bound sub half heartedly moaned\n\n\"I said MOAN FOR ME\" I commanded again.\n\n\"Mmmmm.\" My sub moaned again.\n\n\"Okay I'm safewording Red.\" I declare to him and release his gag and take off his blindfold and start to untie his bindings. I undo his last rope as he's still laying down eyes closed.\n\n\"Okay sit up.\" I tell him as he slowly opens his glazed eyes and makes an effort to move up and sit against the headrest. \"What's going on? You're never this.... unexpressive.\"\n\n\"I-I I'm I'm in a rough place Empress.\" He replied.\n\n\"Right now, I'm not your Empress, I'm just Katrina okay? Now tell me please, what's going on?\"\n\nEddy couldn't even look at me. His eyes were staring at the wall, fixed at point with nothing to keep them there.\n\n\"Emp-I mean Katrina, it's just been really tough for me recently.\" He started, even if he didn't elaborate, I could tell just from his face, I was staring at the husk of a defeated man. \n\n\"I know we've been in this dynamic for only about a month and I know you said to keep our personal life to a minimum while we're in this room but I hope you feel comfortable with me venting.\"\n\nI nod in agreement. \"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't care.\"\n\n\"So I know it might seem silly but today's my ex's birthday. We haven't been together in over a year and I keep feeling like I'm over her but I was digging through my closet and I found a box of polaroids I forgot I had....I thought I got rid of them but it just....threw me off. I know we ended things because we just weren't compatible in the long run but it was 5 years worth of memories.\"\n\nHe took a small pause before continuing.\n\n\"Plus I'm struggling at my job. My calculations have been off, meetings missed, incorrect responses, just a list of problems. I'm just worried about my future. I love my manager but she told me I really need to improve or else she would have to fire me. This is my first decently paying job and I can't afford to lost it.\"\n\nI was nodding along as he vented. He never once looked at me but I could see the tears rolling down his face. I pulled a tissue from the night stand and offer it to him but his body doesn't move an inch so I lean in a wipe the tears off.\n\n\"Plus.....I just feel ashamed of myself.\"\n\nThis comment made me withdraw from him.\n\n\"Is it because of me, because of us and this?\" I ask as I gesture to the discard items in the bed.\n\n\"I don't know, I thought I'd love being your sub and it was really enjoyable at first but then when I put on the blindfold and get locked in my own head. I start thinking about everything else. And I can't even tell my friends about it. How can i say \"sorry guys, I had a meltdown while my Dom had me blindfold, tied up, and was pegging me?\" I can't say that to anyone because I'm scared their judge me for it.\"\n\nI was a little saddened to hear that. He was referred to me by a friend of a friend who wanted to get into BDSM and was rather enthusiastic about it at first. But hearing his discomfort with it all was justified, not everyone can last in this.\n\n\"But....this is fun.\" He continued \"maybe it's because I'm a people pleaser but making you happy makes me feel good but I don't know. I just am a constant overthinker and it's hard to escape my own head.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You signed on to work of the ranch, but you have no clue if your working as a rancher, a cow or a bull... Guess you'll find out on your first day!
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"content": "\"Cassidy Ryder?\"\n\nI perked up, snapping out of my boredom-induced trance when the woman called my name. Shyly, I raised my hand and stood from my seat.\n\n\"Tha- I'm him.\" I nearly stumbled over my words when my eyes lay upon the gorgeous receptionist lady. Bouncy blonde hair, soft blue eyes, a deliciously curvy form that had little trouble announcing itself underneath her modest sweater and jeans. Not to mention, she he had a full, bouncy rack on her chest, but considering my soon to be place of employment, I can't imagine that's uncommon.\n\n\"Wonderful, sweetie. Follow me, we'll get y'all sorted out.\" Her noticeable southern accent was charming and rather inviting, giving off the impression of a friendly neighbor welcoming me to the countryside.\n\nI hurried over to her side, as swiftly as my lithe, effeminate frame would allow. I tried my damdest not to stare, but she was such an immaculate specimen. The sight of her bovine tail swinging of her plump jean-cloaked ass was one to behold.\n\n\"So, uhm... what exactly will I be doing here? I put my preference on the application like it said, but I didn't really get a... um... assignment.\" I inquired, the question a decent excuse to break up the queit walking.\n\n\"Oh, well, sug'... that's kinda the thing here... as a male holstaur associate, you do a little bit of everything.\" She smirked, opening the door in front of us to a most shocking scene.\n\nOne man, amongst a harem of equally gorgeous, varied holstaur girls. All gathered around, most half naked, some fully naked, clinging to the muscular boy. It took me a second to spot the fact that one girl had her face mashed into his nethers, his cock buried deep in her throat. I could hear the wet slurps of her sucking lips from across the room.\n\nImagining myself in either situation, I became flustered and titilated, a clear erection tenting in my own jeans.\n\nThe receptionist lady gently caressed my sizable bulge.\n\n\"You'll be a... dairy extraction specialist... as well as...\"\n\nI felt a pair of strong, manly arms place themselves on my shoulders, along with a hard, warm lump against my buttocks.\n\n\"Sample production source.\" His deep voice reverberating through my delicate bovine ears. His hidden erection pressing in between my cheeks. I could already feel pre cum leaking out of me. \n\n\"Oh, and by the way, here's the key to your dorm room. It's got all the amenities you'll need. Kitchenette, full bath, etc. It's like an apartment! See you round, Cassie.\"\n\n\"You're gonna love it here, kid.\" The man behind me assured me as the receptionist handed me the keys. Next to the crazy high pay, that was one of the reasons I applied for this job. On site housing. And now I discovered a couple new perks to the job.\n\n\"Ready for a little on the job training?\" He asked, his hands exploring my body. His somewhat tan, slightly coarse digits darted about my delicate pale skin.\n\n\"Y-yeah... teach me lots, okay?\"\n\nI couldn't even count the minutes between when I walked in the office door and this moment, my mind was too muddled. I couldn't focus on much else. Hard work sure makes the time fly.\n\nI was caught between Liam and Lacy, the human man behind me with seven inches of his thick, turgid meat stuffed deep inside my ass, while the female holstaur before me hid away my own sizable shaft between her mounds. I was held aloft by Liam's abnormal strength, his arms coiled around my body and bouncing my ass upon his lap, lubricant spilling from my hole as he rampaged through my rectum. \n\nMeanwhile, Lacy's gentle tending to my engorged, spitting member was a marked contrast. Through Liam's assaults, I had already ejaculated several times, and Lacy simply reveled in the mild heat of my cum.\n\nThe farmhand who had previously been the center of attention for the girls in the room had since left, with his fleet of holstaur 'co-workers' in tow. With this vacancy, the three of us sauntered over to claim the unused chair. Liam let me down, draped over the recliner and finally vacating my battered hole for the first time in what felt like hours. Like I said, my sense of time was off.\n\n\"Hey, Lacy. Let's switch.\" Liam suggested. She agreed, and shared a kiss as they crossed paths.\n\nNow Liam's cock stared me down, waiting patiently before my lips while Lacy's fingers pressed against tender, dilating anus.\n\nWith little warning, foreign invaders on both fronts penetrated me, delving deep into the fleshy reaches of my insides. My throat, full of a man's fat rod. My ass, gingerly explored by a couple of digits."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I didn't believe my boyfriend's "girl best friend" was a lesbian so I decided to find out if she was lying
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"content": "I drive to my boyfriend's house. 'Just a friend' my ass, they're cheating behind my back and I just know it. I let myself in with my extra key and sneak around looking for them. No one was in the living room, or the kitchen... I'm just stalling because I know where they are really most likely to be.\n\nI go upstairs and run into my boyfriend. \"Oh hey,\" he says, \"we heard you come in. Dana wants to see you in my room.\" Shit. They heard me. They probably stopped in time to cover their tracks. I humor Dana and head into the bedroom. It's empty. \"Assholes!\" I say to myself, \"Probably trapping me in here so they can 'have fun' somewhere else.\"\n\nI hear a click as expected. They locked me in. I turn around, and to my surprise, Dana is still there. \"You locked us both in here?\" Dana nods, and starts to walk straight toward me. \"But why?\" I question. Dana doesn't answer, but the look about her and the way she's walking towards me has answered my question for sure. Jay wasn't lying about her sexuality.\n\nDana walks seductively towards me. She's wearing a tight shirt with the neck personally cut low to show off her bust. I nervously walk backwards until I trip onto the bed. Dana practically pounces on top of me and takes off her shirt.\n\nI'm hooked. She isn't wearing a bra and leans her bare chest towards me. I always knew I was bisexual, and I can't resist any longer. I close my eyes and let her soft lips press onto mine. The kiss is so smooth that I barely notice her taking my shirt off. I don't dare resist her.\n\nI kick off my shorts as Dana's lips ram into mine again. Her fingers thrust down my panties, which are already soaked. I kick them off and expose my naked body to her. Touches turn to moans, and I touch her too in a flurry of kisses and fingers. Moans harmonize and build up.\n\nDana and I melt together into a synchronized female orgasm. We collapse on top of each other and share kisses after passionate kisses. I never want us to stop touching each others' exposed skin. Eventually we decide to get dressed and exit the room, but a quick glance between me and Dana shows this is the start of a lovely relationship."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College Party Hazing
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"content": "Hazed and Confused\n\nChapter 1: The incident \n\nMonday morning, 9am, Matt's alarm goes off for his first class of the day. History of the World Part 1, upto the 1500s. It was a lower division course that covered a few of the general requirements for undergraduate students. He threw on some clean clothes, unplugged his headphones, threw his laptop and books for his other classes in his bag and went off. His roommate, Jared, was gone already, probably at the gym since the dude was a complete meathead.\n\nHe made it class and took his seat towards the back of the classroom. The students started filing in as he pulled his laptop open not realizing it was still playing what he was watching the night before. Unmuted, loud moaning erupted from his speakers as the porno from last night was still playing. He slammed his laptop closed and could feel his face turning bright red from embarrassment. He heard giggling from the various groups of people as he threw his hoodie down and put his head down. More and more students filed in and he could hear the whispering and giggling. He knew by the end of the day, this was going to spread around campus.\n\nThe class took an eternity to end and he ran out of the room and back to his dorm, the embarrassment was too much for him to face the public. Jared came back from the gym and his class. Matt was in his bed with the covers thrown over his head.\n\n\"Bro! Is it true?? Did you really play porn in class?\" He was nearly shouting.\n\n\"I don't want to talk about it!\" My voice was muffled from under the covers.\n\n\"A little late man! Dude you fucked up haha!\" He laughed while talking.\n\n\"I know fuck dude I know now shut the hell up, I feel like shit about it!\"\n\n\"Dude calm down fuck ups happen!\" His tone changed \"just gotta play it off cool until something new happens. Just take it easy.\"\n\nHe was right, there's always a new rumor and story that takes over. I just have to wait until my story dies....but it was taking for-fucking-ever.\n\nTwo weeks later.\n\nSome minor rumors and incidents has spread but mine was still embarrassing cause teenagers don't let you forget. Matt was constantly being asked if he was going to jerk off or what was the title of my video. He just tried to ignore them. He was sitting alone in the dining hall eating lunch when the most random occurrence happened to him.\n\nNow college can be very random and quick, small interactions with strangers may be the only interaction you get with them for your entire four years, or you could randomly meet someone that you immediately hit it off with or hate off the bat. This encounter was a hard one to judge. Jessica, one of the freshman sorority sisters sat at my table. Matt had seen her around campus, she was also in my English I course. She was gorgeous, a playful mix of cute and sexy. Long blonde hair but deep green eyes. He knew he's been caught staring at her from time to time cause she's really pretty.\n\n\"Hey youre Matt right from our English class?\" She asked breaking the silence of me trying to eat my lunch. He wasn't looking in her direction but saw her in his peripherals.\n\n\"Yeah that's me, if you're going to make a comment just get on with it.\" Matt coldly say expecting some flack.\n\n\"No I'm not here to give you shit, I'm sure you've gotten plenty.\" She assured me.\n\nHe turned to face to face her.\n\n\"Yeah I...have, it's been dumb around here.\"\n\n\"I bet, college can suck sometimes but it'll fun looking back.\"\n\n\"Yeah sure, this isn't exactly something I'll be looking forward to reminiscing about at a reunion.\"\n\n\"Okay okay maybe not this but eventually. As a whole.\"\n\n\"Well, it's not turning out to be stellar. I still haven't been to a party yet or any sporting event.\"\n\n\"Well it's funny you mention that...I ummm need a date for a party this weekend if youre free. I've noticed you in English and thought I'd bring a long another freshman.\"\n\n\"Oh....I um....wow...I didn't see this coming..... but ummm...yeah! I-id love to!\" Matt enthusiastically replied.\n\n\"Cool! It's off campus but not very far, it's like a 10 minute walk if youre down to pick me up at my apartment, we can walk over together.\"\n\n\"Yeah! Um this Friday right?\" Matt asks.\n\n\"Yes, give me your phone so I can send you my number.\" Matt slid her his phone and she inputs her number. \"Pick me up at like 9, can't get there too early you know?\"\n\n\"Yeah sure!\"\n\nFor the first time in awhile, he felt good about his college life."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are lost in the forest and notice an old castle in the distance. Inside the castle is a vampire MILF. She bites your neck and you become her thrall.
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"content": "#The Archived Memoirs of Jürgen Bimfst: Volume I\n\n*[Part 1 of maybe X. Gib me FEEDBACK! Also disclaimer: While this may be in 1st person this is not a self insert because I don't like the idea of that for this specific prompt]*\n\n***\"I- gheeurggh... Hate every-nnnnngh-thing,\"*** I barely vomit out. I am starving and nauseously ill, down to my skivvies after being mugged and left for dead miles off course from my original destination. My feet are slowly bleeding and swollen from walking, and I can barely see out of one eye. My head pounds as my vision periodically gets blurry, while I aimlessly shamble. The moon is rising as the last hues of red fade on the horizon. I know that I am going to die, but I WILL DIE IN **MOTION** BEFORE I YIELD DAMMIT! Hours pass as the full moon rises, and in the moonlight I see it: **A Castle** deep within these woods, dead center in a valley miles upon miles downhill from where I stand. Relief, hope, and unease broil within me as I resume shambling, my unbroken hand reaching out with desperation. Enraptured I failed to notice the incoming root, snagging my somewhat-in-good-condition foot. With a weak wheezing yelp I trip forward violently, rolling for what hurt like eternity until I could not endure the crescendo of agony, blacking out.\n\nSomething flicked me in the nose, and I snapped my eyes awake in blurred disorientation, sitting up and grasping wildly at the air. Someone clamped my arms to my sides, and I heard a gravelly voice of a greatly darkened deepness speak, *\"Relax* ***boy***, *you are safe...* ***For now.*** *I* ***will*** *give you credit where due* ***mortal***, *for such durability is quite rare amongst your kind..... Anyways, let yourself rest, and make SURE you eat your fill. Cassandra will check upon you periodically, and do NOT try anything stupid lest ye desire to become a taxidermy project.\"* I could sense him standing next to my bed in silence, and as my vision finally became clear I nearly shit myself. Standing before me was a giant of a man, easily ten feet tall, and clad in a pungently violet yet gilded-with-gold suit of full-plate armor, topped off with a flowing crimson cape. Glowing green pupils **glared** into my soul from the slit in his helmet visor, an auric air of absolutes radiating from him; But just like that he suddenly left without another word...\n\nNow naturally I was confused. First off, I could breath, so I rummaged through the nightstand, finding a hand mirror. Holding it up I yelped in surprise, finding my reflection to show myself clean, completely healed, and in a nightgown with fresh.... Underwear? I chose not to question it further, so instead I finally inspected the small Baroque and copper push cart adjacent to the nightstand. Upon platinum plates rested a toasted and buttered French baguette, with a golden bowl full of a dark soup. It smelled like chicken soup, but with a strong raspberry scent to accompany it. There was even a crystalline wine glass with a bottle of Scotch surprisingly. Having been starving prior to now I was carelessly riddled with borderline muuurrrderous hunger. With that in mind you can understand why I ate like a feral greedy beast, making a stain-happy mess of my nightgown and bedding. In hindsight the Scotch was a little thicker than any I've ever had previously, and the raspberry flavor of the soup really should of set off alarm bells; But cut me a break I had gotten mugged, left for dead, lost, saved, and fed. *'What would you have done in my nonexistent shoes?'*\n\nYeah... Needless to say when I finished I farted violently and passed out, leaving the cart overturned. I must have slept for what felt like days!!! When I finally *did* wake up I felt more awake and alive than I ever had in my entire life! I also almost shat my pants **AGAIN,** AND ***TWICE*** THIS TIME! I had awoken in emerald silk pajamas with a matching silk nightcap, new beddings, and the mess on the floor where the cart had been was gone. I mouthed *'What the fuck'* to myself and finally noticed the apple red skinned lady standing at the foot of the spacious bed. It was a maid, and she had perfectly blue eyes, dark red lips, a spotless almost doll-like complexion bar freckles around her adorable nose and cheeks, curved pointed ears, very dark crimson hair, a pearly teethed smile, a... Spaded tail and... Curled Ram horrrns??? Immediately it clicked and I jumped up screaming *\"DEMOOOOON IT'S A FUCK-MOTHERING DEMON GOD HELP ME- SAVE ME-\"* and yeaaahhh I went on for like fiiiive minutes? Not my proudest moment...\n\nShe smiled and laughed the entire time by the way............. **ANYWAYS** when I finished she clapped slowly, then bowed as she introduced herself as Cassandra, my new ahhh maid... Her voice was annoyingly yet equally endearing, upbeat and perky like a noble's kid in a bakery. Cassandra informed me that I had to be bathed, and then after that a Sir Willhelm would escort me to my private audience with the castle's ruler: **Lady Naria.** In response I asked, *\"I suppose I should thank her for her hospitality, but can't I just bathe myself?\"* Cassandra giggled, shooting me a wink before answering with, *\"Nope, orders are orders Sir!\"* I was conflicted between running for the nearby window and jumping to my death or just rolling with whatever insanity was happening to me. I slumped against the headboard and sank into the pillows, mumbling *'fine.'* Cassandra still heard it though, yelling *'YUSSS'* as she jumped up in the air, pumping her fists to the sky in jubilation. Then she full sprinted face first into the closed bathroom door, rag-dolling to the ground.\n\nI was torn between laughing or trying to help her up when she suddenly rose to her feet like a limp marionette, laughing it off. With a flick of Cassandra's hand the doorknob turned, and she darted into the fancy bathroom to ready my bath. I took my time removing my comfy silk pajamas, realizing I wasn't given underwear this time. Then I took even more time shuffling to the bathroom. She waited intensely for me to step inside, but I could tell she was eyeing me up and down. I sighed, stepping into the sudsy water, and tried to relax as I closed my eyes. The water was incredibly hot, just the way I liked it. Now to give you some context, *whoever is reading this*: At this time I was shell-shocked and disturbed by the revelation that demons, and by extension most mythical creatures, were **real.** Tack on being raised under the faithful religious banner of the **Fallfather** and you get the idea of just **how much** everything I had ever known was being turned on its head.\n\n*[End of Part 1, Part 2 with big tiddy vampire lady underway. Damn word limit]*\n\n**Edit:** I have no clue where my grammatical error is that this grammar bot has allegedly detected. If anyone can point out where please tell me, for I have reread it multiple times without finding my error. HNNNGH-"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] Whenever she was cheating, she was suddenly a perfect wife. Always cheerful, always horny and generous with sexual favors, always flexible! So her partner was willing to simply call it a win.
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"content": "I loved the level of whimsy in this story and the folksiness of all the '80s/90s nostalgia /period Details. The whole story has a foxy heir to it, almost like a letter being sent into an old gentleman's magazine or something. The level of her exploits are also really amusing, and the story has a richness of detail that makes everything feel rather well-rounded. I didn't expect to be so taken in by the mechanics of how movies would be shown on differently directed flights, but there I was. It seems like she also has just the personality type that fits the premise. Overall, this was a fun take on the idea and a rather amusing read. Thanks for writing! I'm glad you liked the prompt!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her lower body drops into a squat position, her pencil skirt-covered booty pops outwards. “No,” she whispered weakly, "My skirt's too short for this." It starts bouncing and jiggling. "I’m not doing this. I can’t stop!” The crowd stared in confusion.
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"content": "Once there was a young woman named Samantha, who had just started a new job. On her first day at work, Samantha wore her most professional outfit: a tight-fitting pencil skirt, a crisp white blouse, and a pair of killer high heels. The one thing she didn't have that day was underwear, which she believed gave her luck and confidence.\n\nAs she walked into work, Samantha suddenly felt a strange sensation in her lower body. It was as if her hips had a mind of their own, and they were pulling her into a squat position. She tried to resist, but her body had a will of its own. As Samantha's lower body dropped into a squat position, her booty popped outwards, and her skirt rode up, revealing the smooth and supple skin of her ass. The lack of undergarments became apparent, and the crowd couldn't help but stare in shock and awe.\n\nSamantha was mortified. She whispered weakly, \"No, my skirt's too short for this.\" But her hips were already bouncing and jiggling, and she couldn't stop them. The intensity of the movement increased, and the crowd of both her new colleagues and customers stared in confusion.\n\nHer ass cheeks bounced and jiggled with an intensity that was almost hypnotic. The smooth, round curves seemed to have a life of their own, as if they were dancing to a beat that only they could hear. They moved with a grace and fluidity that was both mesmerizing and tantalizing.\n\nSamantha was mortified. She tried to stand up straight, but her body had a mind of its own. \"I'm not doing this. I can't stop!\" she cried out in desperation, as the crowd grew larger.\n\nAs Samantha continued to squat and jiggle, her movements became more and more frenzied, causing her booty to jiggle even more vigorously. Her ass cheeks moved in a tantalizing rhythm, the movement causing a ripple effect throughout the crowd.\n\nSome were transfixed by the mesmerizing display of her booty, unable to tear their eyes away from the tantalizing curves on full display. Others were embarrassed by the unexpected show, averting their gaze in discomfort.\n\nBut then, something amazing happened. One of her colleagues stepped forward, a woman with bright purple hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. \"Hey, let's make the most of this!\" she said with a grin. \"We can turn this into a dance party!\"\n\nAnd with that, the whole room started grooving to the beat of the booty. Samantha felt herself relaxing and letting go, swaying to the rhythm of the bouncing. It was ridiculous, it was absurd, and it was absolutely hilarious.\n\nWhen the impromptu dance party finally came to an end, the crowd erupted into applause, and Samantha couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. \n\nAfter things settled down, Samantha found she had a newfound appreciation for the power of letting loose and not taking herself too seriously. And as it turned out, her colleagues loved her even more for her ability to roll with the punches and keep the mood light. From that day forward, Samantha knew that anything was possible with the right attitude and a willingness to embrace the unexpected.\n\nAnd she never did figure out exactly what had happened that day."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] (Reasonably) Realistic Prompts
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"content": "As the night winds down to an end, the guy whose been at the slots all night looks over at the gal whose been at the bar just as long. Looks like neither of them lucked out, and they're going to commiserate, again.\n\nHe finally convinced her. Tonight, this sugar daddy is going all the way.\n\nThe relationship counselor did say they should be spontaneous. But a blowjob, here, in the grocery store parking lot?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're unaware that the random loose thread you're pulling on, belongs to the dress your voluptuous-shaped boss wears during her presentation in the conference room.
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"content": "It was just another boring presentation from his boss, Ms Smith, and John couldn't help but feel his mind wandering. As he sat there, he noticed a loose thread hanging off the table. Without thinking, he began to tug on it absentmindedly.\n\nAs the presentation went on, he continued to pull on the thread, unaware of what it was actually connected to. But as Ms Smith gestured wildly with her arms, the thread began to unravel more and more of her dress.\n\nWith each passing second, more and more of her dress came undone, exposing her lacy lingerie and leaving her feeling incredibly vulnerable. She tried to cover herself up as best she could, but it was too late.\n\nSuddenly, the room fell silent as everyone stared in shock at Ms Smith. Her dress had completely unravelled, leaving her standing in nothing but her bra and panties, exposing her voluptuous body.\n\nJohn's eyes went wide as he finally realized what the thread had been connected to. He felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the unexpected turn of events.\n\nAs the presentation came to a halt, Ms Smith quickly gathered her things and rushed out of the room, feeling completely mortified, her face red with embarrassment. She knew that everyone in the office had seen her in such a compromising position, and the thought of facing them again filled her with dread. John couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement at the thought of what he had just witnessed.\n\nShe spent the rest of the day hiding away in her office, too embarrassed to face anyone else. The incident had shaken her, and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of impression it had left on her colleagues.\n\nIn the end, Ms Smith realized that there was nothing she could do about the situation. The damage had been done, and all she could do was try to move on and hope that people would forget about it in time. But she knew that the incident would be seared into her memory forever, a constant reminder of her most embarrassing moment at work."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You weren’t happy about having to spend the day helping a friend move. That is, until you learned how they were repaying you.
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"content": "That was kind of her nature. Impulsive. Spontaneous. The type of girl that brings up sudden news at the last second and then expects you to respond as if you had any prior knowledge.\n\nI didn't really have anything planned today, but it's not about that! It's about the principle. The principle of asking me ahead of time.\n\nBut I accepted... and the reason I agreed was...\n\n\"You're late, Rhett!\" She pouted, crossing arms over her massive mounds. Her supple rack barely held back by a thin white tank top. I couldn't tell if she wore anything underneath.\n\n\"Well, Tori, I didn't know you were moving shit to storage until literally 7 am this morning...\"\n\nShe was... really hot. A natural beauty. A head of long, slightly curling ginger hair. Like autumn leaves, her locks were a not so subtle orange. And that was, indeed, her natural hair color. Fierce, almond shaped, and blue-hued eyes. Slightly sun-kissed skin. Freckles. \n\nI'd be lying if I said she wasn't the kind of girl I liked. Or, perhaps being a long-time neighbor, she might have shaped my tastes.\n\n\"I know you like spending time with me, cutie. Now let's get moving already, 'kay?\" She flicked her hair to the side, peering over her shoulder with a wink.\n\nShe hit the nail on the head, but I can't tell if she's just messing with me and stroking her ego or if she genuinely meant that. I'd like to know one of these days...\n\nBack and forth, to and fro. Between her apartment, the trailer and the storage room, I'd bet we walked a mile or so in total. I was in awe of the sheer amount of stuff she had. All things she apparently inherited from some distant relative. By the time we were done, though, her apartment was squeaky clean. \n\nWe both fell into her couch, panting and sweaty. Parting my long, subtly curling bangs, I basked in the saving grace of the ceiling fan's gentle air current.\n\nI felt something cold against my shoulder. Looking over, Tori was offering me a can of beer. She smiled, cheeks red and eyes lazily gazing at me.\n\n\"Here you go.\"\n\nI nodded, apprensively taking the beverage in my hands. I wasn't much into alcohol, but hopefully, the sheer chill of the drink would satisfy me more than the alcohol would burn me.\n\n\"Haaaa... what a day... can't believe that really took three hours.\" Tori tugged at her tank top, nearly exposing her nipped with how far she stretched the hem of that thing.\n\n\"Those trips to the storage room were the longest parts.\" I grimaced, toughing it out through the alcohol. I tried to stop myself from peeking as Tori practically tore off her tank top. The fabric was drenched with sweat and overextended from her pulling.\n\nThen her other hand drifted down to her nearly non-existent Jean shorts. Her zipper fluttered down slowly before her throbbing red shaft shot straight out. Her balls cradled by her black g-string undergarment.\n\nI nearly spit out the sip I took from the beer. What is she doing? Did she forget I'm here?\n\nI guess not, since she began stroking the thing as her eyes lazily drifted over towards me.\n\n\"Mmhmm... hey Rhett... wanna suck me off real quick?\"\n\n\"What!? Asking something like that out of the blue...?\"\n\nMy response didn't phase her. She simply sat there, licking her lips and pumping her shaft. Her long, turgid, pulsing shaft, shining subtly with sweat...\n\n\"But... yeah...\"\n\n=====\n\n\"Mmmghm... mghm... ghm...\" Her massive member dug deep into my throat, my lips reaching halfway down her formidable 8-inch rod. I let out small groans, these sounds a mixture of resistance and pleasure.\n\n\"Haaahn... how do you like big sis's cock?\" She cooed, one hand on my head, the other twirling her beer can. She was definitely wasted, and acting out some fantasy. But I kept going, slurping and suckling on her erection, spreading my saliva across its inches and lodging it ever deeper down my gizzard.\n\nThe salty tang of her sweaty girl cock that plastered my tongue as it glided across her length was intoxicating. Often I would stop and just allow my taster to carefully scan the shape of her stiff flesh.\n\n\"Rhett... mhm... I'm gonna cum in your mouth... hnng!\"\n\nAs is her nature, the warning came in too little too late. Just as she finished that sentence, a torrent of hot seed swam through my mouth, filling my maw and pouring down my throat. The heat made me wince as ropes of jizz painted the flesh of my throat. I was groaning, huffing through my nostrils until I backed out and gasped for air, cum dangling from my lips.\n\nTori moaned, fingers clutched with my hair between them. More spurts jolted out, splattering across my face and chest. I returned my lips to her crown, to lap up and and all dollops of sperm that steadily leaked from her spasming cock. \"Haaahn... mhhmm... yeah...\" She nearly sung, satisfaction apparent in her voice.\n\n\"Jeez... what a mess.\" I remarked, wiping her cum from my face with a tissue. A beautiful mess, I then thought. I was hard as a rock from trying to swallow her shaft and tasting her bitter, warm seed.\n\nShe startled me when her hands wrapped around my midsection, tugging at the hem of my pants and licking my earlobe. She was a solid foot taller than me, and I could feel her toned, sporty lap and massive jugs press into my back.\n\nNot to mention her cock, in-between my cheeks.\n\n\"Let's make another mess... but down here, huh?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] The wedding night of Raphtalia & Naofumi, from (Rising of the Shield Hero), with Naofumi having first time jitters & Raphtalia barely restraining her extreme sexual appetite due to the years of holding back out of respect/love for Naofumi is almost over.
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"content": "Once the festivities of the wedding had died down, Raphtalia and Naofumi found themselves alone in their luxurious suite. Raphtalia had been waiting for this moment for years, and she could barely contain her excitement.\n\nAs she looked into his eyes, she thought about everything they had been through to reach this moment. The day the waves of calamity hit, the day her parents were killed, and the fear and loneliness that had consumed her. And then, Naofumi had found her, and she saw the kindness and compassion in his eyes. \n\nHe took her under his wing, teaching her how to fight and helping her to overcome her fears and trauma. She had learned to trust him, to rely on him, and eventually, to love him.\n\nTogether, they had fought against the waves, facing countless challenges and obstacles along the way. There were times they faltered, times they were afraid, but Naofumi's unwavering strength and determination always pulled them through.\n\nOn their wedding night, she felt the weight of their shared history, of everything they had been through and overcome together. She knew that Naofumi was the only one who could fulfill her deepest desires, the only one who could understand the depth of her love for him.\n\nShe turned to face Naofumi, her eyes filled with desire. \"Naofumi,\" she purred. \"I've been waiting for this moment for so long.\"\n\nNaofumi's heart raced with nervousness. He had never been with a woman before, let alone his beloved Raphtalia. He wanted to please her, but he didn't know how.\n\nRaphtalia sensed his hesitation and took control. She slowly removed her wedding gown, revealing her stunning figure in all its glory. Naofumi couldn't help but stare in amazement. Her body was lithe and toned, with curves that he had only ever imagined. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, realizing that he was staring.\n\nRaphtalia approached him, her body close to his, and he could feel her warmth radiating against his skin. She took his hand and guided it to her breast, gently showing him how to touch her. Naofumi was amazed by the softness and texture of her skin, as he explored the contours of her body. As she removed his clothing, she took in his body, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.\n\nRaphtalia was patient and gentle, encouraging Naofumi every step of the way. He slowly grew more confident, his nerves melting away as he learned the intricacies of her body. She whispered words of encouragement and pleasure, urging him to continue, her tail flicking back and forth in excitement and pleasure.\n\nAs Naofumi grew more comfortable with Raphtalia's body, she became more bold, teasing and taunting him with her sensuality. She guided his hand down to the curve of her waist and then lower still, down towards her pussy, teaching him how to explore every inch of her body. He was hesitant at first, unsure of himself and his ability to please her, but as he grew more familiar with her body, he became bolder, his touches growing more assured.\n\nRaphtalia moaned with pleasure as Naofumi traced the curves of her hips and inner thighs, his fingers dancing across her skin. With growing confidence, he explored her clit, feeling the softness of her skin against his fingertips. She urged him to continue, encouraging him with whispered words of excitement and pleasure. She was thrilled by the sensation of his hands on her skin, loving the way he seemed to be discovering her body anew with each passing moment.\n\nAs Naofumi pleasured Raphtalia with his hand, she felt a wave of ecstasy building within her. Her breathing grew ragged, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Naofumi continued teasing her clit with his fingertips, and suddenly she felt herself reaching a moment of pure ecstasy. She cried out with pleasure as Naofumi brought her to the brink of orgasm, her body writhing with pleasure beneath his touch.\n\nHer desire became too great to contain. Raphtalia threw herself onto the bed, pulling Naofumi down on top of her. Their bodies collided, and they were consumed by passion. She took his throbbing erection and guided it towards her waiting pussy. As Naofumi entered Raphtalia, they both felt a jolt of pleasure that shot through their bodies. The feeling of his cock filling her was unlike anything they had ever experienced before, and they moaned with pleasure as they moved together in a passionate dance as her tail curled around his leg.\n\nNaofumi took his time, savoring the feeling of Raphtalia's body wrapped tightly around him. He watched with delight as she arched her back, lost in the ecstasy of their shared pleasure.\n\nRaphtalia urged him on, her body writhing with pleasure beneath his touch. She felt the intensity of their pleasure growing with each passing moment, and she lost herself in the moment, consumed by waves of pure ecstasy.\n\nNaofumi continued to move inside her with growing confidence, his hard cock filling her completely. He started to kiss and lick her nipples. They moved together in a rhythm that was both passionate and tender, each touch more electric than the last. He could feel her body pulsing with pleasure, and he knew that he was giving her everything that he had.\n\nAs they approached the peak of their pleasure, their bodies tensed with anticipation. She wrapped her tail around his waist, pulling him closer to her. Suddenly, they cried out with ecstasy as they orgasmed together, feeling a sense of release and satisfaction that was unlike anything they had ever experienced before. Raphtalia moaned with pleasure as she felt Naofumi inside her, flooding her with his warm cum.\n\nThey collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still entwined, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. But Raphtalia wasn’t done. She had waited years for this moment, and she was hungry for more. \n\nRaphtalia moved down to Naofumi's cock, and he felt a rush of pleasure and anticipation. He watched with delight as she took him into her mouth, her lips warm and soft against his skin.\n\nRaphtalia teased him with her tongue, tracing circles around the head of his cock. She took him deeper into her mouth with each passing moment, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. She could taste the remains of his cum along with her own juices, which further increased her arousal. \n\nNaofumi moaned with pleasure as Raphtalia continued to tease and tantalize him. He felt himself growing harder and harder with each passing moment, his body trembling with pleasure. Her tail arched and swayed in rhythm with her movements, as if dancing to the beat of their passion.\n\nAs Raphtalia brought him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, Naofumi cried out with ecstasy. He climaxed with a rush of pleasure, his body shaking with intensity as he filled Raphtalia's mouth with his seed. Raphtalia tasted him on her tongue, savoring the taste of his release. She swallowed it down, feeling a sense of intimacy and connection with him that was beyond words.\n\nAs Naofumi lay there, spent from their night of passion, Raphtalia once again took charge, guiding his head down between her legs. She urged him to return the favor. He could see the heat and passion in her eyes, and he was eager to please her, to explore her body in new and exciting ways.\n\nAs he leaned in, his lips traced delicate patterns across the soft skin of her inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He teased her, nipping at her skin with his teeth, driving her wild with desire.\n\nAnd then, finally, he moved in, his tongue flicking over her clit with growing intensity. Raphtalia cried out with pleasure, feeling the heat of his breath against her skin as he explored her deepest and most sensitive places.\n\nNaofumi continued to tease and tantalize her, exploring every inch of her with his lips and tongue. He worked his way deeper and deeper, his tongue tracing circles around her most sensitive spots and making its way in and out of her dripping wet pussy.\n\nRaphtalia moaned with pleasure, arching her back and wrapping her legs tightly around his head, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. And then, finally, with a deep, shuddering moan, she came, her body exploding with pleasure. She tightened her grip around Naofumi's head, feeling the waves of ecstasy washing over her.\n\nAs she slowly came down from her orgasm, she knew that their love was powerful, a force that would carry them through all of life's challenges and joys. Wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that their love would only grow stronger with each passing day, and they couldn't wait to explore each other's bodies and souls, to face life's challenges as one."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was in an open relationship, and her husband to be had promised that her FWB relationships with her friends were all still fine. Still though, she felt a bit embarrassed that she was about to help the best man get his erection under control before the photographer arrived for the ceremony..
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"content": "“You should take off your pants” I order more than suggest. “You know my head game is too sloppy for you to already me in your tux.” I hadn’t gotten my wedding dress on but my skin color corset was already pushing up my tits and my hair was already done. “Don’t touch the hair” I reminded him as he dropped his black pants and I grabbed his cock out of his boxer. “Perks of the best man is you get to see the bride before the ceremony” I tease him before slipping my lips around his hard cock like I had done countless times.\n\nWhen I first met James it was nearly love at first sight. Wait, that was autocorrect - LUST at first sight. My junior year of college I was invited to a party my a causal friend—okay, fuck buddy- and though I didn’t know any of his friends, I decided to still go if only to end up getting dicked down at the end of the night by him or someone else. With that clear end goal in mind, i dressed accordingly. My matching pink lace bra and panties would be proof of my intention to the lucky guy. Additionally, my low cut, skin tight top and booty hugging jeans would be perfect bait. James took bite quickly and it’s been history ever since. \n\nJames had me at hello and I know I had him at my cleavage. His ginger beard and dad bod checked all the physical boxes for me and so it didn’t take long for us to end up leaving the party together and headed to his place. “I really like you, Maddy” he said on the Uber ride home, “but I’m not really into monogamy.” He explained which was shocking for a guy I had just met and in an Uber of all places but I agreed to the idea of an open relationship—if we even talked after that night—spoiler alert, we talked a lot after that night.\n\nWhen the best man knocked on the door of the bridal suite, I was caught off guard. The schedule of the day had the letter exchange happening after I was dressed, and I wasn’t dressed yet, I had just got done with my hair and was drinking a mimosa with my bridesmaids. “Alex, you’re ahead of schedule!” I tease him as he steps in, already dressed in his tux, minus the bow tie and jacket. “Oh I know, I was just hopping to have a bride to Best Man chat before you got too busy with makeup and whatnot!” He said with that warm smile and charm that first got me on my knees. I left the bridal suite in just my robe and flip flops and he quickly led me into a unoccupied coat closet. “I like the hair. James always takes about how he loves when you curl your hair.” His sweet words were easy to listen to and my only response way to open my robe and let it slip off my shoulders and onto the floor.\n\nIt wasn’t until about a month of James and I dating that I learned that him and Alex were friends-not just friends but best friends. James had officially asked me to be his girlfriend on Thursday and then invited me out to the bar with his friends to introduce me that Friday. When I walked in and saw him and Alex chatting it up I immediately knew I had to play poker better than anyone ever had. “James!” I say excitedly and give him a hug. “Maddy!” I kissed my forehead and looks down my shirt before introducing me to my own fuck buddy, “Alex, this is Maddy, my new girlfriend. Maddy, Alex, my best friend and one day my best man!” “It’s great to meet you” I say as I put out my hand and shake his, those fingers had been in my pussy countless times but never had I actually shook his hand until now. “I never expected James to be able to get a girlfriend without paying them. How much is he paying you?” Fuck, there’s that charm that makes my knees weak.\n\nIt was a year of dating before James got down on his knee and asked for my hand in marriage. I was ecstatic and of course said yes! It was later that night that James made it clear that monogamy still wasn’t his goal and that though we’d say I do to death do us part, when we slipped our rings off our fingers, we were welcomed to be apart for the night. I’m sure others would have said no but at this point I think it just felt normal.\n\nI looked up at Alex as my lips were wrapped around his shaft and my hand cupped his balls. It was a good thing he took his pants off because the front of his boxers were already wet after only a minute. I pop his cock out of my mouth and spit more saliva onto his cock and start to jerk him off with my free hand, “I’m glad you thought about this, the photographer said every boner she had to edit out would cost an extra $10.” “Should I send Luke over next for the second-in-line and bride chat?” Alex asks as I go back to sucking, I don’t think Alex cared much about an answer to his question."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She hadn't seen her friends in months, he was new in the group. During a vacation they couldn't avoid feeling excluded and that's when they found each other.
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"content": "Alone Together\n\n\"some beach trip huh?\"\n\nI thought I was alone on the balcony until I slightly jumped at the voice behind me.\n\n\"Oh, sorry I didn't see you come out here.\" I started. \"Nico right?\"\n\n\"Yeah that's correct.\" He responded.\n\n\"Sorry I'm just kind of bad with names.\" I replied.\n\n\"I get it, I'm pretty shit with them too. You're Lisa?\"\n\nI nodded in response as we both turn to see the moons reflection on the night time ocean. The stars were shimmering and the waves were gently crashing. Our brief moment is broken up by the sound of uproarious laughter from inside the beach house.\n\n\"Yeah...some trip.\" I say replying to his initial question. \"I haven't seen them in months but I don't really get the feeling they missed me.\"\n\n\"I guess I'm the opposite, we hang out all the time at college but whenever we leave campus, sometimes I feel invisible.\" He replied. \"You guys were all friends in high school?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I was the only one that decided to go to another college. Yours didn't have the major I wanted.\"\n\n\"That's respectable, can't say I'm the same but ill drink to that.\" He replied as he raised his beer can and took a sip.\n\nWe sat in silence, admiring the view and reflecting on the past few days in Santa Cruz. The group wanted to do something over the summer together when we all got off from school. We've talked about a beach trip for years but never pulled the trigger on it until now. I saw it more as a reunion since I'm the only one who went out of state for college but for them, it was like an extension of their semester. \n\nThe stars looked great, Santa Cruz doesn't have any massive cities by it so when the sun goes down, the stars come out of their shell. Yeah it's not the brightest but it's a big change from the city skylines and the few stars the pierce the light pollution.\n\n\"Well, cheers to freshman year being done.\" He said as we both raised our cans. We hear the group being loud inside, they're playing something but I really couldn't be bothered to find out. \n\n\"Looking forward to sophomore year?\" I ask him while taking a seat in the other lounge chair they have.\n\n\"Ha kind of, like colleges fun but I feel like I'm missing something you know?\" \n\n\"Yeah something, just can't put what.\"\n\n\"Like, I like these guys, believe it or not, I like my classes but I dont know, I guess the movies and tv shows that depict college put too much excitement in it.\"\n\n\"Haha yeah, life's never like the movies.\" I reply.\n\nWe both finish our drinks as he pulled out two more cans and hands me one. The tap pops and the carbonation hisses as we both cheers again and take a sip.\n\n\"And yet...these are the best days of our lives.\" I add.\n\n\"That's what my brother says. He graduated 2 years ago and tells me to savor everything because when the real world comes knocking, it smacks you the fuck down.\" He replied.\n\n\"Haha my parents told me the same.\" I chuckle out. \"Hard to savor the moments when we're struggling through tests and classes.\"\n\n\"A bit yeah.\" He says as he turns to look at the group inside, they started playing music through a Bluetooth speaker and while the words were mumbled through the doors, the base could be heard. \"My brother told me, savor the social. It'll never be like this again.\"\n\n\"Which kind of sucks considering this is the only life weve known for the last what 12 years?\" \n\nI take a glance at him as he stares directly off into the endless ocean. He eyes had a mix of optimism and sadness in them. Who knows what else he was told about college or the life after.\n\n\"Exactly, then it's boring job until we die.\" He replied. \"Maybe we'll get our dream job but if you're like me, I don't have a dream job, I just want to live contently.\"\n\nHis words hit hard cause that's been my struggle. Something that's always separated me from the rest of my friends. I don't really know what I want to do, I've had ideas but nothing concrete. I picked a different school because the program is highly rated but after a year in the program, I've started questioning my future.\n\n\"That's.....a mood for sure.\" I reply looking solemnly at my beer.\n\n\"But hey, we gotta live in the moment right? Tomorrow will come, always does.\" He responded.\n\nWe both look at each and share a glance and a smile. \n\n\"Always does.\"\n\nThe next morning.\n\nMy eyes slowly open as the light breaks through the small cracks in the curtains. I try to focus as the white ceiling and fan look like blobs to me as my eyes adjust to the lighting. I close them briefly and try to raise my arms to rub them. They're exhausted too. I lower them but hit something solid in my bed. I look over to see Nico passed out beside me.\n\n\"Oh...that's right.....\" I blink my eyes to recollect my thoughts from the previous evening.\n\nHe looked so gentle asleep. His face was calm and gentle, just like him. I realize we're in his room and see my clothes thrown about on the floor. I put on the Tshirt and shorts I was wearing the night before and walk out to use the restroom. It was still early and some of my friends were snoring loudly as they were passed out where they lay from the night before. A few bottles and cans were strewn about the living room of the cabin.\n\nI use the bathroom, wash my hands, and then start the coffee maker. I wasn't hung over but the kickstart was needed.\n\nI took a mental screen shot of this moment. The seaside decorated beachfront cabin. My friends passed out on the sofa, the guy I hooked up with passed out in his room. Here we are, no responsibilities, no tethers, just...living....for the moment. I hear tapping in the window as a seagull was pecking in something only to fly off when I turned to face it. \n\nThe coffee maker finishes and I pour myself a cup and walk out on the balcony. Our cans from the night before still there. The blue suede of the night sky was slowly being replaced by the light blue and warm colors of the rising sun behind us. The waves were crashing a bit harder and the animals were letting their presence be known.\n\n\"Fancy meeting you here.\" I hear Nico say from behind me as he joins me with his own cup of coffee. \"I hope I'm not interrupting anything.\"\n\nI give him a small smile. Shake my head to him. I take a deep inhale before letting out a slow exhale.\n\n\"Just....savoring the moment.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When Mat arrived, the women were sipping tea, their empty tea sandwich plates removed by two nude men in only chastity cages. It was the Sisters of Lilth monthly tea and sacrifice. Mat was there as the sacrifice, luckily the lady's used dildos rather than daggers for that part.
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"content": "\"welcome...please follow us to your chambers in preparation of the ritual.\" Two clocked women addressed him as he entered the castle.\n\n\"Umm sure, thanks.\" Mat responded as he followed them.\n\nThe crowd was mixed her. Some of the women, like those that greeted him, were fully clothed and covered, while there were others, the exact opposite. He passed by a dining area where he saw two nearly nude women sipping on tea. Their platters were being collected by a naked man with some sort of device around his cock.\n\n\"So, I was told I was needed for something important.\" Mat said trying to break the silence between him and his two escorts.\n\n\"Yes\" they both replied at the same time.\n\n\"You were contacted due to the importance of your nature.\" One of them continued.\n\n\"We were pleased you came to us willingly and we weren't forced to use other means of persuasion.\" The other said.\n\n\"It's hard to find a healthy male who has not yet been burdened by the pleasures of the flesh.\"\n\n\"Wait wait...\" Mat interrupted. \"Are you saying that...this is because I'm a virgin?\"\n\n\"To reply bluntly...yes.\" one replied.\n\n\"Why do you need a virgin?\" He asked.\n\n\"All will be answered by the high sister and you will be financially compensated for your troubles.\"\n\nThe two lead him to a room with a large door, opened it and shut it behind him, guarding it from the outside.\n\nMat walked into the room and was startled by the doors loudly shutting behind him.\n\n\"Hello Mat.\" Came a voice from the darkness. \" And thank you answering our ad. I'm High Sister Lilith.\"\n\nMat turned to see a women wearing tight leather and latex approach him.\n\n\"Yeah umm when you said various job help needed, I thought there was going to be more of us.\"\n\n\"Oh there usually is but you were special. You see we get everyone before they come here but you checked off all our boxes.\" She said as she walked slow circles around him, visually inspecting him as he stood frozen in place.\n\n\"Um so what do you need from me? The girls said I'm needed because I'm a virgin. What does that have to do with anything?\"\n\nLilith kicked a chair to him and told him to strip and sit down.\n\n\"Do that first and I'll answer your questions.\" She instructed.\n\nHe followed and nervously did. His clothes becoming a dismantled pile in the corner. The room had a chill to it as he felt his penis shrivel back into his body.\n\nShe walked behind him seated.\n\n\"Arms down.\"\n\nHe followed as he felt velcon straps securing his arms in place and soon his legs were. He was now completely at her mercy.\n\n\"We need virgin semen, it's sort of a tradition around here. None of thelose details are important for you, just know your very important to us and to our ritual where we extract the semen from your body.\"\n\nMat just nodded as she spoke, he was very confused about the whole situation but given he was naked and presuming he was about to get laid, he went along with.\n\n\"Sister Angie, do you have the device ready?\" She shouted loudly as another sister entered the room.\n\n\"It is high sister.\" She responded. Mat couldn't see the new girl as she was still behind him.\n\n\"Please fix it to our gentleman.\" She commanded.\n\nMat saw a clothed girl walk around. She threw a blanket over his lap so he couldn't see what she was doing. He felt some pressure around his balls and finally heard a *click*.\n\nShe emerged from the blanket.\n\n\"It is don't my sister.\" She said as she removed the blanket revealing Mat's dick now lay contained in a black cage.\n\n\"Umm yeah I don't think this is necessary.\" Mat nervously chuckled.\n\n\"It is tradition.\" Lilith responded. \"Sisters, please carry Mat to the chamber and have him prepared. We will need him ready for the ceremony.\n\nMat had a blindfold placed over his head as some of the inner chambers of the castle we're for sisters eyes only.\n\n\nA few hours later.\n\n\"My sisters.....tonight, we can shed you from your robes and allow your bodies to be free!\" High Sister Lilith proclaimed to a chamber full of half clothed and half unclothed women.\n\n\"For those still burdened by their robes, tonight is the opportunity to shed that, and for others, it's a chance to renew your vows of sisterhood!\"\n\n\"Here is our tool of liberation!\" She shouted as she pulled a sheet off of a restrained Mat. He was in a full body cage that kept him in a doggy style like position. He asshole was plugged and his mouth was gagged with some sort of wood. His teeth already made impressions in it. Below his locked cage was a chalice, collecting any leaking semen from his caged cock.\n\n\"One sip, and you can shed your robes. But first, my liberated sisters, let us help our concealed sisters by getting the substance they require!\" She shouted as the girls cheered.\n\nMat's eyes darted around, he could see the various girls walking up to him with strapons of different sizes and shapes. Some didnt look human!\n\n\"We won't stop until the chalice is full!\" Lilith declared as Mat feel her dildo penetrate his body. Her thrusting was powerful, she had incredibly toned abs and he could see how she got them. She was drilling his prostate hard but not enough to make him cum, just leak, over and over. He could see the thin stream going into the chalice.\n\nIt was going to be a long night."
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"content": "Sexually explicit post. This post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. Language of post may be offensive to some readers. View at your discretion. \n\nThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 or older. \n\n- = = -\n\nMy whole body hurts. Why does my whole body hurt?\n\nI let out a low moan as I start to shift around as I assess my body. Everything moves, just with a bit of pain that is slowly lessening with each moment.\n\n“What happened?” I say out softly as I open my eyes and scan the room.\n\nI find myself on a concrete floor in a bright sterile room. I recognize the room.\n\nI’m in my college lab. My mind starts to fill in the blanks.\n\nI was testing some random chemicals to see what the readings would be for my chem lab class. Everything was going well. Just like I expected. Then I can’t remember after that. Something must have happened. I just don’t remember what.\n\nI look at the clock on the wall and realize it’s almost 9PM! I started my lab at 4PM and was only planning on being here for an hour. How the fuck is it nine already?\n\nFuck! I was going to meet my boyfriend at 9 for his birthday\n\nI pull myself up from the floor and quickly start putting my things away and cleaning up the lab.\n\n“I’m going to be so late.” I say softly as I throw my lab coat on the hook by the door and grab my things rushing out of the room.\n\nAs I rush on my way back to my dorm I don’t pay much attention to my surroundings. I’m so nervous as I’m already late to my boyfriend's birthday party. I just hope I can make it without being too late.\n\nWe’ve been going out since the last year of high school. We’ve had our problems like any normal couple but we were lucky enough to get into the same college and have been making it work even with our crazy schedules.\n\nI keep noticing flashes of bright orange as I rush but don’t pay it any mind. I have to get there.\n\nI get to my dorm, quickly change, and grab his present before rushing out the door.\n\nI rush to the bar where we are meeting and notice It’s now just a little past 10:30PM. An hour and a half late. Hopefully he understands.\n\nI enter the bar and start looking around for my boyfriend only to find him with another woman on his lap. His hands are holding onto her ass as she sucks on his tongue.\n\nI’m shocked. What the hell is going on? I thought we were doing so well and I found this? I was only a little late. \n\n“What the hell Jason. I’m only a little late and you have this fucking slut on your lap?” I say angrily to him.\n\n“Oh shut it Steff. I’ve been seeing Jen here for the past month. I just haven’t seen you in so long that I haven’t been able to tell you it’s over. Since you're here, It’s over, Steff.” He says as he and Jen look over at me.\n\n“Fucking bastered. This is how you tell me? I’ve been busy with school work just like you. I thought you were better than this. I fucking hate you. I hope your cock shrinks so small that you have a hard time pissing. Bastard!” I yell at him.\n\nAfter my rant at him I throw the present I’m carrying on the floor and turn around to leave. \n\nAs I do so my head goes fuzzy and my eyes unfocus. I feel faint and weak all of a sudden and stumble a bit as I lose my balance. I feel so tired.\n\nIt only lasts for a moment before I get myself together again and make my way out of the bar with tears forming in my eyes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She'd finally gone out on a limb and shown her face in a boob pic she sent to someone she met online. As soon as she sent it, she heard cackling from the bratty frat boy who lived across the hall...what are the odds?!
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"content": "\"Face?\" He asked.\n\n\n\"Face?\" She thought for a moment. \"Oh what the hell?\" She said, After all, by this point the guy had already seen everything else, why not her face also. After all, the guy could very well live on the other side of the earth, and he had already shown her almost everything as well.\n\n\nShe held her phone in front of her face as she fixed her hair and then moved it to find the perfect angle. Placed it on her belly and smiled before taking the picture. She of course looked at it before sending, a nice picture of her boobs from a low angle with her cute face right between them. She was blushing hard. Never had done something like that before and after she chose the right filter she hit send and immediately her fingers moved from the phone to between her legs, resuming the job they had been doing for a while now. \n\n\nShe couldn't believe what she had done, showing all that she had to a complete and sexy stranger. Her breasts were moving around as she played with her pussy, and she was biting her lips to avoid moaning as the walls off her dorm were thin. She had gotten into trouble because of that before. \n\n\n\"Seen\" appeared under her picture. It was done. It was too late to undo. It was so hot for her she was so close.\n\n\nAnd then she heard a weird sound coming from out of her room. She had to stop when she recognized it and felt weirded out by it. It was a loud laughter, a villainous one even. And it sounded like it was getting closer, and then a knocking on the door. She stayed quiet for a moment hoping that whoever it was would leave but that didn't happen, there was another knocking on the door. \n\n-\"Who is it?\"- she awkwardly asked.\n\n-\"Open Jenny!\"- a man's voice said. She felt intrigued so she stood up and put on a shirt and a pair of short shorts. She was so wet she hoped whoever it was wouldn't notice. She opened the door and saw who was there. It was a man wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of boxers.\n\n-Oh, hey Jack, what do you want?- she said.\n\nHe leaned on the frame of the door and grinned.\n\n-You- he said. Jack had a game of being a brat and a Jerk. She had only talked to him a couple of times but she had heard awful things about him.\n\n-What!?-she asked, confused and a little offended.\n\n-Yeah come on. Loose the shorts and let me in, he said in what he believed was a sexy tone.\n\n-Ok… good bye Jack- she said and proceeded to close the door on his face, but before she could do it she heard him say:\n\n-m_j97frer97! That's you right?- she looked at him wide open.\n\n-Ok my god!? You're…?- she started asking but was cut short by him who pulled his phone and showed her their conversation with her latest photo featured clearly on the screen.\n\n-Yes- he said.\n\n-Oh my god…- she said, abashed and ashamed.\n\n-so? Can I come in?- he asked.\n\n-What?! Of course not. You're crazy?!- she replied.\n\n-oh… but I thought you really wanted this!- he said and pulled his boxers down and from there his big cock popped out. \n\n-What the fuck!?- she yelled, feeling angry and insulted at first, a bit surprised. It was in fact the cock she had seen before on her phone, it still was hard and in real life somehow it looked a bit bigger. She couldn't avoid just staring at it. \n\n-Yeah, I'd thought you'd want to \"put it in your mouth\"- he said paraphrasing some of the text she was sending him earlier.\n\n-Dude what the fuck!?- She said still a bit angry, But all the things she had written before were still true, and the situation was so unexpected. She realized she was incredibly wet under her shorts. She looked around, and saw that there was no one around to see. \n\n-Fuck… alright hurry up- she said and let him in.\n\n\nAs soon as he was in there he started to undress without saying anything. She didn't notice until it was done and then she turned to see his firm fit body and his big cock. \n\n-Ok stay there- she said while she climbed the bed not sure of what to do. She started undressing in front of him in a bit of an awkward fashion. He made noises and comments as she did. \n\n-Mmm Yeah. Just like that, show me those tits- the type of comments that would have turned her on so much if it still were in the form of texts but now one person made her feel confused. Knowing from whom they came she should be mortified and offended. Yet, she found them so hot it made her feel bad for it. And that just turned her on a bit more. -You're so fucking wet- he said as she lost her short and throw them on the floor. \n\n\nShe then turned to look at him and noticed that he was stroking his cock as he looked at her. She on return started to play with her pussy in front of him. It felt so good she finally gave in.\n\n-Ok come here- she said a bit nervously and he approached her and bent down placing his face between her legs and started to eat out her soaking pussy. She couldn't help but moan not caring about the thinness of the wall. She was already close before this all had happened so it didn't take long for him to take her there. She bit her hand to not make a scandal and closed her legs on his face trying to manage how good it felt. He grabbed them with his hand and opened them back. She was shaking until it finally was over. \n\n-get up- she requested shortly after she caught her breath back."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] What are the odds that a cyborg shaman picks through a veritable mountain of rubble to save you survivor?
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"content": "I don’t know how long I’d been down in that damn pile of rubble. The place used to be a cryogenics facility for the terminally I’ll, like yours truly. Cancer, Hepatitis, everything you can think of that kills you in a certain time frame on the bacterial level via genetics and/or otherwise. \n\nSurprise, surprise: you wake up thinking someone from your family came to wake you up and tell you you’re going to get better, they finally found a fucking cure. Nope. \n\nTurns out that ten years after you slept, nuclear armageddon finally happens and you are now in a new level of hell three hundred years later. \n\nAnd the one that pulled you out? A cyborg of some kind. More strangely: a cyborg shaman. \n\nBoth of us sat on the partially collapsed roof of a bank I used to frequent. Across the street? Harry’s Diner. I used to go there for breakfast. In the distance, you can see what’s left of the hospital I went to when I got diagnosed. I scoffed. Part of me regrets not getting a gun and blowing my brains out that day. Would have saved me a shit ton of trouble. First cancer, then nukes. What’s next? \n\nI sipped my soup of… potatoes? Carrots? Surprisingly there wasn’t so much mutation in flora and fauna. I heard after a nuke goes off, the higher the energy the faster it dissipates. Hiroshima and Nagasaki skins took decades to rebuild, but a whole planet? Tch. \n\n“You like it?” She asked, her voice tinged with electronics. “Yeah, can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting some stew.” I told her, smiling. “They grow larger now, though some can be deformed.” She explained, setting her bowl down. \n\nIn the firelight, she has tanned skin, dark hair in a braid. She has tattoos all over. That, and she wore a robe made from some kind of hide. Half her face looked like what you’d expect, but it was blended almost without seams into her skin. Her blue optic looked at me as did her real blue eye. She has an athletic frame, and two more mechanical arms below her actual arms. She’s around thirty, but still pretty. \n\n‘No dice man, it’s the same: she has someone, she has a kid, something else. Give it up.’ I told myself. I smiled, looking away. I had tried and failed in the past. What was the damn point? Even before the nukes, getting into a relationship could be bad. My parents’ marriage was one of them. And that’s not going to happen to me. \n\n“Do you wish to mate with me?” She asked, innocently. I looked at her before I sipped the last of my stew. Blood rushed to my cheeks. “Uhh,” I cleared my throat as she gave me ‘the eyes’. No… no way! \n\n“I’ve noticed you looking at my back earlier. And my midriff.” She pointed to her exposed abdomen. The shaman moved closer as she spoke “You desire a mate… comfort.” I sighed, nodding in defeat. “Let me be yours… at least for awhile.” She told me, shrugging. They never found a cure. \n\n“Do you have a rubber? A condom?” I asked. She smirked. “Why not leave something to remember you?” She leaned closer to my face. My eyes widened in terror at the prospect. The world was bad before the nukes.. but now? She cupped mine. “It will be fine, I assure you. I have experience in defending myself and others. My people will help raise our children, even after you have passed.” She assures me. Her other arms reach around my back as she slides onto my lap, hugging me. Dammit, she’s… fuck. I sighed. She kissed my forehead, then my nose’s tip, lastly: my mouth. Holy hell was she good. \n\nOur tongues dueled as she grinded herself against me. Her groans when I kissed her neck drove me up the wall. I looked out into the wasteland, clutching her tight. “We will be fine,” she assured me, yoking my hair. I then rose, trying to carry her. She laughed, putting her feet down as we went into her tent. She tore of my clothes, revealing my extra pounds. I helped undo her robe and underwear beneath. \n\n(Part 1 ends)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Realistic (even if not likely) prompts involving bisexual, bicurious, "straight," or homosexual men
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"content": "> Jerry has a sexy dream about another man and realizes he might be bisexual. His wife is surprisingly supportive and reaches out to a few gay friends from college so Jerry can explore this side of himself. \n\n> An extremely sheltered religious guy is taken to protest a pride parade on his 18th birthday. In the ensuing brawl, he's separated from his church and has to ditch his slogan t-shirt to avoid being recognized. Shirtless and alone, he finds he actually blends in surprisingly well with these queers, to the point he ends up sleeping with a few of the men to help sell the lie. \n\n> A fraternity rented out a ski lodge and charters a bus to bring in a bunch of girls to party with. Sadly, the bus falls through, and they're left at the lodge alone. Snowed in and wound up, the guys only have one outlet, and end up reluctantly, then enthusiastically pairing off as the week goes on."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Seeking stories about corruption! (Turning the good girls bad in all the right ways!)
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"content": "> A straight-A student goes off to college on a free ride, but with no real-world experience. One night while studying, she goes next door to ask a party to turn the music down, and being surrounded by all the noise, people, and booze awakens something inside her. By the end of the night, she's had her first drink, lost a game of strip beer pong, lost her virginity and fucked three other guys besides. \n\n> Stood up by her boyfriend at a bar, a college freshman is approached by a dashing stranger, who gives her the attention and affection she's been craving. Against her better judgment, she goes home with him and loses her virginity in his penthouse. Embarrassed and ashamed, she tries to put the incident behind her, but finds that she keeps comparing her dependable boyfriend to her one night stand, and ends up submitting to the stranger's increasingly depraved commands just to get another night with him. \n\n> Jodie takes an aphrodisiac pill one night, thinking it'll make masturbation more fun. Unfortunately, having not read the label well enough, she didn't realize only pentrative sex can satisfy. After an hour of fruitlessly using her toys, and knowing the pill won't wear off for another six, she's forced to call her ex over to take care of her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The chance of being rescued by aliens before your ship's air ran out? Unlikely. The chance of them being sexually compatible with you? More unlikely. The chance that it is actually a college-space bus full of newly-single sorority aliens looking for revenge fucks? No way!
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"content": "> Warning: I like my aliens weird! ;) [one-page version](https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vT71vOOuKljQBcCl_TvOShyuitpL2hynYDpF7Omoku6Y_8eA4gYcrBm68-QzWFFrcWj2qCaPw5eSbaf/pub)\n\nThe problem with space exploration was without a doubt the long commute. Any other problems–cost, boredom… and much of the danger–could ultimately be attributed to that. Edwin had trained for months and years to be an astronaut, finishing with Summa cum Laude at a top university, maintaining a flawless physique, and now he'd die in the orbit of Europa, so close to being the first human to touch down on it. The microasteroid had taken an incredibly unfortunate trajectory, not only destroying the oxygen recycling, but detaching a whole set of solar panels, so he lost contact before suffocating. Mission control had done their very best to come up with recycling plans to replace the oxygen recycler, but it didn't work. Any help or supply was half a year away from him, and the last message he received was a heartfelt 'sorry' from the entire team. He had planned to just vent the capsule and make it quick, but it turned out that took more guts than he had. So he waited, reading a book in the emergency light. More flipping through it if he was being honest. It was hard to stay calm enough to read in this situation.\n\nEdwin noticed the typical signs of oxygen deprivation eventually. Dizziness, headaches, fatigue. When he saw something moving outside, he naturally assumed he was hallucinating. Visual hallucinations were not a typical symptom, but confusion and cognitive impairment were, so he thought nothing of it, except the grim realisation that he wouldn't wake up tomorrow. Then there was a rumble through the capsule, too much and too little to be another micro impact, which would have punctured right through the whole thing in the fraction of a second.\n\nAnd then the door opened.\n\nConvinced that he was imagining things, he didn't move at all, clenching War and Peace to his chest. A rhythmic pulse and repeating melody (?) carried into the capsule. His eyes went wide as saucers when a light green… thing glided in. It wasn't amorphous, but whatever morphousness it has, he didn't understand. It made a range of melodic sounds that almost sounded like a pleasant song. He barely blinked as it floated over to him, repeated part of its song, and added another. The flagella arm touched his cheek and the visitor added a lower, more threatening song. He should have vented the capsule, he realised.\n\nThen it moved away to the computer, putting some strange, round… device (?) into various connectors. It was like liquid metal, taking the form of the connector effortlessly. Finally it lit up and a ring at its end shifted through the colour spectrum.\n\nThen there was another voice–a real voice–from outside. He couldn't make out the words, but it was more like hearing Suaheli without speaking it than an alien form of communication. The thing let out a few optimistic tones and blinked yellow a few times. Then it moved over to him with that device pointing at him. He would have run if he remembered how to. Though then he would also have remembered that there was nowhere to run. With a surprisingly quick jab, the thing rammed the tool into his ear and for a good ten seconds, he was convinced he was dead."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dystopian/utopian future (depending on your POV) matriarchal society. In marriage, men become the property of their wives as a sign of trust, a driver to please their wife and to provide. Jim just watched Kate, his wife of 7 years, sign ownership of him to Lucy. Now Lucy takes possession of Jim.
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"content": "(Went in a slightly different direction than I originally intended, and also ended up over the character limit, so will have to post the second chunk of paragraphs in a reply comment. May or may not write a follow-up, depending on whether I feel like it.)\n\nOn some level, Jim knew that Kate had married him for the money. He didn't mind. She seemed genuinely fond of him. She never beat him unless he broke a rule, unlike the other wives who would flog, or outright flay their husbands for amusement's sake alone, and she always saw to it he was taken care of, making sure that there was enough room in the budget, after her *expenses* to buy him his monthly slave-chow, giving him a release from chastity, for every ten orgasms he gave her, or 20 he gave one of her friends, even granting him permission to speak without asking for one hour a week, so he could thank her for how wonderful she was, without having to accept a beating! He knew she was out of his league, but he always assumed that she was satisfied in their relationship, if not as happy as he was. After all, she had money, and loyalty, and obedience from him, dinner was always ready, when she got home from her daily routine, the house was immaculate, and her husband was both a wonderful father to her children, (they weren't his, of course, she'd had him sterilised on their honeymoon, and gotten pregnant while he was at work, but he loved them all the same, and obeyed them as he would her), and the perfect secretary, for keeping track of her appointments, and ensuring her lovers never took her for granted, by reminding them where but for the grace of god go they. \n\nBut shortly after their sixth anniversary, something strange happened: Lucy started coming over, and Kate started making love to her upstairs: So far so good, Jim may be a subhuman unworthy of pussy, but anyone who said the same of his wife deserved death, but then they started being intimate in front of him, too, even inviting him to watch. He couldn't imagine what he'd done to deserve such a privilege. Kate began spending more, and more nights out, while Lucy came over to husband-sit for her. Jim would massage her feed, serve her food, and wine, sometimes even be dragged to her house, and made to clean it, while Kate enjoyed her 'me time'. Lucy obtained Kate's permission to use her man, 'any way that she pleases', and immediately two new rules emerged: \n\n1. Any time Lucy was especially randy, she would strap Jim to a table, and sodomise him with a carved ornament of her own design, until he orgasmed through his cage, onto her open palm, which she would then feed to him. They did this for the first time, the first time he was made to stay the night at her house. It was the first time he had orgasmed since his wedding night, and he had forgotten how it felt to be so clear-headed, and pleased, and spoiled. She offered to make him feel like that all the time, and that led to rule two:\n2. Every day, Lucy presented Jim with a pill. He was forbidden from asking what it was, but he had to take it. He agreed, and whatever it was, it was very calming. He no longer felt the pulse-racing, and headaches that came with his constant teasing, and denial, instead, he experienced the post-nut clarity he had gotten from that first-of-the-decade pegging. \n\nThis state of affairs continued for sixth months. Jim would spend every morning, and evening at home, caring for the children, and attending to his wife, and during the day, when he would previously have been working, (his job came with a generous severance-package, which Kate was all too happy to accept), he would be loaned out to Lucy, and used as an instrument for her pleasure instead. During this time, Jim started feeling funnier, and funnier. He gained a little weight, but most of it seemed to go to his chest and hips, rather than his stomach, his skin and hair started feeling different, and he couldn't sworn that he wasn't as strong as he used to be. Kate, and Lucy agreed to start making him shave all hair below the neck, but forbade him from cutting the hair on his scalp. By the end of the sixth months, he almost looked like a lady. \n\nOne month before his seventh wedding anniversary, Kate told Jim frankly, \"I'm selling you to Lucy. You are of no further use to me. There are other men, who would serve me better, and whom I could actually bare to bed. I will give you some praise. First: You've done well for the time I've owned you, and second: you fetched me a fine price. We will celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary, and then you will go home with her, and I do not expect to see you again. Leave your clothes, and other personal belongings here. I can have them refitted for my next husband, and Lucy has assured me that she can provide you with something.\" Jim was heartbroken, but he accepted without a fight, and thanked Kate for putting up with him, as long as she had. \n\nOn the day of the anniversary, the party was phenomenal, and Jim was so grateful to be able to attend, while locked in his crate. The women were dressed in their finest gowns, and the male servants were passing around champagne, and hors deurves that were, according to all present, to die for. Kate, and Lucy were center stage, and everyone who passed by seemed to be asked if they were staying for \"The main event\", which could only mean the sale, Jim supposed. The hours rolled on, the music, drinking, and dancing intensified, and then all the lights went out, and a new, more ambient lighting emerged, the music went silent, and Lucy took to the stage: \"Ladies, and gentlemen, tonight I mark my new property, and begin a transformation, which has never been more deserved.\" The hooting, and applause was immediate, and Jim had no idea what was going on. He'd never been marked before, though he was chipped, so that Kate could find him if he for some reason wondered off. He wondered whether she was going to brand him, or just tattoo him, and as he wondered, the door to his crate swung open, and Kate attached a leash to his collar, and led him out. The crowd ripped his suit off, and left him completely naked, save for his collar, and cage. He was strapped to a table, in the centre of the room, his arms above his head, and his legs spread wide, and Lucy removed the cage, and kissed his cock gently. Jim had no fucking idea what was going on. This wasn't allowed. Was she *submitting* to him? In front of all these people? Why would she ever do that, and if she was, then why was he tied down. Lucy kept kissing him, until he was fully erect, and Kate must have seen the bewilderment in his eyes, because she kept laughing at him. Once he was fully hard, Lucy stood up, and grabbed a knife from the table. \"Welcome to my service, *slut*\", was all she said, as she dragged the blade from the tip of his cock, down the shaft, and scrotum, all the way back to his perineum. The pain was unbearable. His genitals were more sensitive than he could ever remember them being in his life up to that point, and the blade was sharp enough to cut through his flesh like butter, yet cut with pain as if it were blunt; lucy must have coated it with something to make it burn. She donned a latex glove, reached into the cut, and pulled out one of his balls. She squeezed it, and he screamed so loud that he popped his own ears, and couldn't hear the laughing of the crowds any more. When he finished screaming, she was holding his left bollock in her hand, severed, and covered in blood. \"Poor baby. Do you think we should give him something to bite down on?\", she called out to the crowd, in the same playfully-sadistic sing-songy voice that she used to use while edging him. The few boos were drowned out by a torrent rush of 'yay's, and Lucy forced Jim's mouth open, dropped his severed testicle inside, and then stuffed it with cloth, so he couldn't spit it out. The gag muffled his scream, as she cut off the other one, which she removed, and dropped in his mouth, in due course. \"Swallow.\" Kate's tone of voice brooked no argument, and Jim obeyed, without even fully registering what he was doing. \"Good boy.\" The words brought some little relief, but before he could thank whichever of his owners had said them, the gag was in his mouth again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What better place than a wedding [PM]
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"content": "A closeted-lesbian princess is arranged to be married to the newly of-age Archduke. Her favourite handmaiden is a former courtesan, who is also her lover, and mentor. On the eve of her wedding night, the princess confesses to her handmaid, that she is terrified of what will happen after the ceremony, and her lover, after soothing her back to sleep, decides to go find her young mistress's fiance, and see if they can come to some kind of arrangement."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your Rival is your FWB
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"content": "**\"If you hate me so much, why are we sleeping together?\"**\n\n\"For fuck's sake, why did you have to sabotage me? I don't get it, do you just enjoy pissing me off?!\" I spit through my teeth, eyes squeezed shut as your breath warms my nose. I know if I look at you the smirk I already know is on your face will either make me cry, or forget that you're the one I'm mad at and let you make me feel better,\n\n\"Oh come on, darlin', sabotage is a bit of a strong word, ain't it?\" Sometimes I wish we'd never met.\n\n\"No the fuck it 'ain't'. You know damn well if it wasn't for you I'd have had the votes today.\" And sometimes I have nightmares about what my life would be like if we'd never met. But you fucked me over today, and I'm supposed to be mad at you. So I bite my tongue and dig my nails deeper into my palm, and try to hold in the tears. I thought-no, I knew, I know I've done enough to prove viability. But I should've known you'd have something up your sleeve to keep me from winning, for once.\n\n\"Oh come on baby girl, try to relax wouldya? Ya'r shaking like a leaf in the wind. Just take a deep breath for me, okay? If you stop quivering, I'll try to explain myself but I don't like talking shop when y'ar so pissed.\" Of course you fucking don't, I bet it's cause you know you're always in the wrong, holding our commune back with your stupid bullheaded iron skulled 'pragmatic' utilitarianism, and you know if I didn't have this idiotic crush on you I'd... I'd fucking tell you just how bad your ideas are. No that's not enough. I'd pin you down and tickle you until you admitted you were wrong. No goddamnit that's too cute! Ugh why, fucking why can't I just be properly mad at you? Why does my brain insist on betraying me?\n\n\"You... you're a bullheaded, pessimistic, cynical philistine, and somehow despite having the charisma of a horned frog, somehow you always seem to manage to convince everyone else that your 'pragmatism' is better for us than branching out and trying Anything new, anything that'll be good for us in the long run. You know how much the radio array meant to me, and you sabotaged it anyway, just to spite me. I hate you.\" As soon as the words leave my mouth the bitter aftertaste of regret seeps onto my tongue. But before I can force my jaw open to mutter an apology, I hear you chuckling, and my eyes shoot open.\n\n\"Now just what the fuck is so funny to you, you absolute asshole?\" You just start to laugh louder, and it takes every shred of willpower I have to keep my hands from wrapping around your throat.\n\n\"First of all, darlin', I didn't sabotage you to Spite ya, I just wanted to raise a question that I'm sure at least a few other people probably would have if I didn't, and clearly ya didn't have an answer that satisfied the commune. Second, and this is the funny part, if y'hate me so much, why'r we sleeping together?\"\n\nI glare at you, desperately hoping that the warmth I feel on my cheeks is hidden behind the darkness of my skin. \"First of all, fuck you for springing it on me. Secondly, We're not sleeping together! The last time was the last time, we agreed!\"\n\n\"Oh ah know. But y'ar kinda in my bed right now, baby. And not to mention really fucking hot when pissed off. Y'sure you don't care ta fuck some of that anger into me?\" Why does it work, every goddamn time? If succubi were real you'd be one, I swear.\n\n\"No...\" I can't bring myself to look away from your lips, your tongue that keeps flicking out and moistening them.\n\n\"Then maybe y'need s'more motivation eh?\" There's that smirk again. If it wasn't for the fact that I need you to know that I absolutely fucking detest it, I'd tell you how pretty you look with it.\n\n\"I just don't want to hurt you again...\" I wonder if your chest's still got the scars from where my nails dug in last time...\n\n\"Baby girl, you still on that? Really? C'mon, I had to use my safeword once, big frigging deal! We have one for a reason, canya please do me a favor and stop beating yourself up about what happened and come beat me up instead?\" I won't give you the satisfaction of smiling at such a shit joke. \"What? Too soon? Fine, how 'bout this then? I love how animalistic y'ar when pissed off. I can't get enough of it. Yeah okay, I sprung it on you instead of giving y'a heads up. Just cause we're fucking doesn't mean I suddenly changed my mind about you being an airhead who doesn't know shit about how the real world works. I sprung it on you because I know for a fact that if we go ahead with your dumbass radio array we'll paint a big fucking bullseye on our door, and I'll be the one dealing with the goddamn fallout.\"\n\nI open my mouth to tell you how fucking nonsensical that is, but before I can speak, your hand covers my mouth. \"No, let me finish. The worst part is, whole darn time I was talking, I couldn't stop thinking about ya cornering me after the meeting, pinning me against a wall and fucking the shit out of me till I begged y'for mercy. If y'had the balls to come find me instead of running off to mope, y'd probably have seen the wet spot on my pants. It was the size of my fist. But ya didn't. So, now that you know that, are you gonna do something about it, or just lay there and mope s'more huh?\"\n\n(Will continue at some point probably)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Stangers having some casual time.
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"content": "A local businessman hosts parties at his huge estate tucked away in the privacy of his property stretching for several miles in each direction. Certain individuals were invited, and the rules were simple. If you wanted to just party, that's fine. If you were open to casual kinky fun, pick up an emblem necklace from the table by the front door. There were various emblems for various activities. The party guests looked around at who was wearing necklaces, and which ones."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You, an alien scout, crash land on an arboreal planet. You encounter humans, having *quite* the experience.
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"content": "\"why did I have to land *here* with *them* on this planet?\" I asked myself as I climbed out of the escape pod, luckily I landed in a lake made by the humans with their artificial dams and geological engineering. I was scanning the place for a suitable exit strategy off of this planet but only the humans had acces to such means at my current situation.\n\nafter turning my universal translator on I used my tentacles to drag myself to the humans colony that was shown as the closest to my location, they quickly found me and we talked things out and I could reside in their camp until the next cargo ship arrived to bring and take resources and people. I got put in a single persons \"hut\" with what my scans indicated was a young woman.\n\nI was surprised that there also a place for me to stay, May later on came in the room and started to undress before noticing me. \"is something worng?\" I asked looking at her with confusion. I guess she was equally confused \"well I had put water in there because that is my bath were I clean myself\" I apologized profusely and went to get out of it. \"you can stay in the bath if you want, unless the products on that shelf is bad for you\" she pointed at a few bottles on a shelf not far from me so I looked at the ingredients list and noticed that none were not harmful unless ingested so it was fine. \n\nshe went on and took the bath with me sitting at her feets end away from the cleaning products and her more private areas. May had kept herself mostly away from me during this moment but a few nights later she was sittingon her bed naked and wanted to talk to me so I hoisted myself on it. I had at this point left unnecessary items in a bin she had brought to for it and was just in my suit. \"I want to know if any of your tentacles was used for reproduction or that it was just for locomotion.\" \"I have one for that but I could try and use the other ones first if you would like to try\" \"sure, please start slowly\" \"I will\"\n\nI started slowly with just the tip of one of the tentacles exploring the front her hip area and found a type natural slit that I slowly started to feel and getting deeper and deeper while slowly going back and forth. I got to the point where I felt a bump and use another one at the back of her and I also found another hole to try a slim one with. meanwhile May was moaning when it happened. she at one point stopped moving as much and was panting so I stopped for that time.\n\nwe talked about it and when she felt ready I could slowly try to get the tenctacle for reproduction in her smallest hole wich she didn't really say what it was used for, I slowly started with a slim one to get her ready for the thicker reproductive one, it really felt quite good and at the end of it I could feel myself putting fertile eggs in there and she seemed to enjoy it too. May later stood up and walked wobbly to the toilet and did her deeds as much as she could before returning to me \"did you put eggs inside of me?\" she asked curiously. \"yes sorry about that, my tentacles went in fine so if they hatch they should go out easily, you can keep the young ones for research because I have enough of them to deal with at home.\" \"hmm you have a different view of parentship than me, are you sure?\" \"yeah, do you wish for more?\" \"no thank you, I think this would be enough already\"\n\nthe ship would come a few days later and I had left in it, hoping May would do fine with them. meanwhile May had the best time of her life with them in since there didn't seem to be any sideeffects of them in besides feeling the need to go much more often and raised one to provide eggs even though these ones dissolved without being fertilized."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sex with twins
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"content": "The space explorer was used to dealing with dangerous alien animals, so he didn't consider it a big deal when he saved a pair of sentient alien twin women. \n\nTurns out since their species always has their females born twins, but not males, it part of their customs to have the twins date, marry, & sleep with the same male. \n\nWhile he didn't have to marry them, they were quite insistent on showing their gratitude. So the three of them had a wonderful night."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a super successful police raid a Horse-headed man is taken in for some questioning. And the female police chief is the one who begins the "interrogation" of the horse man. (Image Prompt)
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"content": "Warning this story will be DARK, probs NC and Foot stuff as well as humiliation and domination. It is mostly due to the picture though kind of making it seem that way.\n\n\"Officer Carla Diaz, how I couldn't wait to chat with you!\"\n\nCarla wore a noticeable scowl as she stared down the man being dragged past her towards the interrogation. He was big, with muscles that bordered on ridiculous-looking and a horse-shaped face that twisted into a manic, horny expression.\n\n\"He is a half,\" Carla thought quietly. \"I thought horse-halves were usually tall and skinny, not hulking muscle men.\"\n\nTo Carla, halves were nothing new, they were simply another part of every day life. Halves as they were called were humans who were actually mythical creatures or at least what mythical creatures were based on. They used to be in hiding at least until thirty or so years ago when they removed their disguise and showed their true form to humans. \n\n\"He was really tough, I wouldn't go in there alone,\" a voice echoed out from behind.\n\n\"You worry too much Skittles,\" Carla said with a laugh. \"You guys caught him, right? What's his name?\"\n\n\"Jonesy Peterson. It took five of us to hold him down, but even then Jenkins and Reynolds are currently in A&E from broken ribs just from trying to hold him down. His strength is beyond normal for a horse-half. It was more like a rhino-half's or maybe even stronger!\" Skittles replied.\n\nSkittles was Carla's colleague at the precinct and one of the best officers she knew. He was a half, but what kind nobody was totally sure about. They knew he was some kind of mammalian as he had whiskers and a cute, but to some he looked similar to an otter and to others he could be more from the badger family.\n\n\"Skittles, I am so close to busting whoever is releasing Bloodhound on these streets. I know this guy has something to do with it.\" Carla replied sternly.\n\nBloodhound was a drug, but nobody knew where it came from or who was supplying it. What the police and the FBI did know was that the vials were red and were injected into the blood stream. They also knew that it gave halves immense strength and speed.\n\n\"If I wait too long, the feds might get involved or whoever supplied with Bloodhound might split and go into hiding. I need to begin this interrogation and I need to do it now!\" Carla replied.\n\nSkittles sighed, but then his ears perked up.\n\n\"It is way too risky!\" Skittles replied angrily \n\n\"It is, but sometimes you have to be risky!\" Carla replied. \"If you are just going to tell me what not to do, then go home! You don't look too good anyway!\"\n\nSkittles let out a sigh. It wasn't clear at first glance, but to Carla who had known him for years it was easy to see that Skittles was struggling to stand. \n\n\"Everybody else is either in A&E, or on leave right?\" Carla asked. \"Bloodhound has pretty much only left two or three of us active.\"\n\nSkittles nodded.\n\n\"Does he know that?\" Carla replied, pointing at the guy.\n\n\"Probably, or at least he might have an idea.\" Skittles answered.\n\n\"But not for definite?\" \n\n\"I dunno. From what I saw he didn't seem too bright and he kept looking down at the floor since we entered the precinct... at least until he saw you.\" \n\n\"And he knew me by name?\" Carla replied. \n\n\"Maybe his supplier warned him?\" \n\n\"Maybe?\" Carla replied.\n\nCarla felt something different from the man. He felt like he hadn't lost just yet, that and there wss another feeling when their eyes met... it felt like the horse man had seen what he was after, his prize. Carla knew he was after her like a fox after a rabbit.\n\n\"Carla?\" Skittles asked.\n\n\"Yeah?\" Carla replied.\n\n\"When was the last time you had a shower or slept?\"\n\nCarla paused to think. She had gotten a couple of hours nap here and there, but she hadn't showered in a couple of days. In fact, she hadn't even returned home for at least a week straight.\n\n\"It has been a couple of days, why?\" Carla replied sheepishly.\n\n\"Well I can smell your scent and he probably can too. It will make him antsy, or more to be exact... it will make him excited. So maybe have a shower first.\" \n\nSkittles then limped away down the hall. Carla smelt herself curiously. There wasn't a noticeable stink, but she was pretty sure that to a half with a more sensitive nose it might be an overpowering musk. \n\n\"I will shower afterwards, first things first, let's talk to this guy!\" Carla said to herself as she opened the door to the interrogation room.\n\n End of part 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Hi, my name is Amy, and I'm a spermaholic. I was hoping to come to this meeting and say I hadn't sucked dick in two months, but this morning..."
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"content": "Love your prompts! \n\nThis can be part 1/x if there's interest in reading more.\n\n----\n\n\"Hi, my name is Amy, and I'm a spermaholic.\"\n\n\"Amy!\" came the staggered response from the audience of women.\n\nSperm Addicts Anonymous was one of the strangest twelve-step programs Amy had ever imagined, but apparently, the traditions were similar to any of the others. Even after weeks of doing so, she found it ironic that, like every other recovery program with *'anonymous'* in the title, the way to share at meetings was first to literally identify yourself by name. After that, you had to identify yourself as one of the afflicted, one of the sick: *\"And I'm a spermaholic.\"* The word was sort of used interchangeably with the standard term \"sperm addict\", and the less formal ones like \"cocksucker\" or \"cumslut\". Amy had stood in front of the crowd at these meetings and introduced herself as all those, and more.\n\nToday would be a bit more delicate.\n\n\"I was hoping to come to this meeting and say I hadn't sucked dick in two months,\" she began, then stopped, swallowing her nerves. A ringing began in one of her ears, and suddenly the old run-down church meeting room with its cigarette-scarred chairs and dusty bookshelves seemed like a prison. Eyes were everywhere, judging her.\n\nKallie, her friend and closest sobriety sister from the group, was the first to offer support. \"It's okay, Ames,\" she said with smiling eyes. \"We're here with you.\"\n\n\"Go on, girl, it's okay!\" another voice said, and others in the audience joined the chorus of encouragement as well. Amy smiled and ran anxious fingers through her red hair. Even though she hated going to these meetings, she loved how encouraging and positive everyone was. She'd heard dozens of women tell the dirtiest stories of all the things they used to do to get what they wanted, each one raunchier and more shameful than the last. Kallie had some of the worst ones, some that she hadn't even shared with the group yet, but had told Amy in private. She chuckled at the thought.\n\nAn older woman with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes chilled Amy's bones with her disapproval—Danielle, her SAA sponsor. Amy had already confessed her mistakes to Danielle, and it was her instruction that led Amy to share at today's meeting. Older women were sponsors or caretakers for younger ones in this group, shepherds leading them to safety. Danielle was more of a slave driver. As far as she was concerned, even so much as a stumble on one of the steps meant going all the way back down to the first and starting again.\n\nA sponsor's duty was to make sure their girls were being honest, staying clean, and doing the work.\n\n*At least I'm doing the work,* Amy thought.\n\nShe nodded at Danielle. The stern woman nodded back. That'd have to do.\n\n\"I hadn't sucked dick in two months,\" she said, starting again, \"but this morning...\"\n\n \n\n---\n\n \n\n\"I shouldn't... shouldn't do this,\" Will said, struggling. \"Fuck... *you* shouldn't do this.\"\n\n\"And yet,\" Amy replied to her mother's new boyfriend.\n\nShe stood with her body pressed up against his, pinning him against the closed door to his warm, inviting bedroom. Her lips explored his neck, and she massaged her palm against the growing bulge between his legs, making sure he could feel her tits pressed against his body. *Come on,* she thought. *What are you waiting for?*\n\nShowing up at Will's apartment to seduce him after hours of quietly edging herself to the thought of exactly what she wasn't allowed to do probably wasn't a good idea. Acting out in resentment of her mother committing her to an SAA program was probably a worse idea. But Amy's heart was pounding in her chest at the anticipation now, and she wasn't about to leave without getting what she came for. And there was no way he'd refuse a sexy twenty-year-old girl begging to suck him off. At least not for much longer.\n\n\"Hold on,\" he said. She felt his hands on her shoulders, and suddenly she was looking up at him, shocked. \"I don't know if this is right. Your mother and I—\"\n\n\"—Aren't that serious,\" she interrupted, licking her lips at how strong his hands felt. She immediately wanted a handful of her hair squeezed inside one of them. \"You've both said so yourselves.\"\n\nHe winced at the stab of his own words used against him. \"Yes. But we're supposed to go out for a coffee date this morning,\" he said. \"She's on her way here right now.\"\n\n\"That's right!\" she said, feigning forgetfulness as she pressed her body against his again. \"I hope you guys have a good time!\"\n\nWill hadn't moved her hand from his cock, and Amy took advantage of this, finding the spot where she knew his balls were and squeezing them gently with a slow, insistent rhythm. She could tell he had other objections, but they were forgotten suddenly. His grip softened, and the sleepy look in his eyes brought a wicked smile to her lips.\n\n\"I'm serious,\" he said, but there was barely any resistance. \"She'll be here... in like fifteen minutes.\"\n\nAmy decided she was tired of the push-pull, and went in for the kill using a technique she'd perfected. With Will's grip softened by her hand gently squeezing his balls, priming them to deliver what she needed, Amy gently took his hand in hers and sucked his index finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, massaging the length of it as she squeezed at his cock and glared at him, promising him exactly what he'd feel. His jaw dropped and his eyes blanked in a way she'd come to love and expect, and she let his finger slip free from her lips, a line of saliva stringing from the fingertip.\n\n\"That's ten minutes more than I fucking need,\" Amy said.\n\n---"
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"content": "Nancy poured me a glass of wine and pushed it over to me as she said, \"To being single on Valentine's Day.\"\n\nI toasted with the glass and went in for a sip when my phone buzzed. I opened it up to see a message from my mom saying, *Happy Valentine's Day, Kate! Hope you and Lionel are having a great night!* I put my phone face down and groaned, \"So my mom's still in denial.\"\n\nNancy grimaced. \"I'm not surprised. That woman would eat a rotten apple if somebody told her it was picked straight from the orchard.\"\n\n\"I swear, she heard one thing about Lionel going to law school, and suddenly he's my fucking soulmate.\"\n\nNancy let out a dry, humorless laugh. \"Always hated the concept, truth be told. Don't like the idea that someone's existence is dependent on shacking up with another person.\"\n\nI swirled my wine around in the glass as I replied, \"I always chose to interpret it as more about *becoming* someone's soulmate. The idea that after a life of growth, learning, and self-realization, the person you come out the other end as is just the perfect addition to someone's life.\"\n\nI could've sworn I saw Nancy blush at me. \"Kate, I swear, you are way too good for my cheating prick of a son.\"\n\n\"Hey, kudos to you for admitting your son's a scumbag. More self-awareness than I see in a lot of parents.\"\n\n\"Yes, thank you, I am the best.\"\n\nI chuckled as I downed the rest of my wine. \"Fuck, I needed that. Here, let me put the bottle away for you.\"\n\n\"Kate, come on, you don't need to--\"\n\n\"Nancy, I'm a guest in your home, it's common courtesy.\"\n\nNancy shrugged. \"Well, alright. Cabinet to the left of the microwave.\"\n\nI got out of my chair and grabbed the step stool as I entered the kitchen. As I put away the wine, I felt the step stool get unsteady underneath me as I wobbled. Suddenly, I felt Nancy's hands around my waist as she stopped me from falling and remarked, \"Sorry. Probably should have warned you about the step stool. I've been meaning to get rid of that piece of crap.\"\n\nA rush of warmth filled my cheeks. \"It's... it's okay. I--I'm okay.\"\n\nNancy helped me down onto the floor, but kept her hands wrapped around my waist. Part of me wanted to point this out, but I didn't. Instead, I savored the way her breath hit the back of my neck and softly said, \"Thank you, for being there for me.\"\n\nNancy moved a hand onto my stomach. \"Somebody should be. After what you've been through.\"\n\nNancy's grip loosened up enough for me to turn around and face her. Nancy's lips looked so impossibly inviting, like the sweetest, ripest strawberry on the bush. I put a hand on her shoulder and whispered, \"Can...can I--\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\nNancy and I kissed each other deeply, our arms wrapped around each other snugly. I savored the sweet taste of Nancy's lips as I embraced her like I was trying to dissolve into her. When we came up for air, I asked, \"What room did Lionel sleep in when he lived here?\"\n\nNancy went wide eyed before adopting a lewd grin. \"Oh, you naughty little thing.\"\n\nBefore we knew it, Nancy and I had shoved open the door to Lionel's old bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Nancy rolled on top of me and tore open my button up shirt before throwing her own top across the room. I fingered myself at lightning speed as I mewled, \"You're so fucking hot, Nancy.\"\n\nNancy undid her bra as she lustfully growled, \"I will never understand why Lionel would ever cheat on someone half as gorgeous. But if it means I get you all to myself, then I don't give a shit.\"\n\nNancy nipped at my neck, drawing an excited moan out of me as I slid out of my pants. Nancy started teasing my clit as she moved down from my neck to my breast. I gasped out, \"Oh my God, yes, just like that!\"\n\nNancy popped her mouth off of my breast with a giggle. \"Yeah, you like that? That good for you, baby?\"\n\n\"Really good, mommy! Really fucking good!\"\n\nNancy drew out my orgasm, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. Nancy pulled her hand out and licked my juices off her fingers before laying back and purring, \"Pay me back, if you'd be so kind?\"\n\nI nodded excitedly and dove in between Nancy's thighs with glee. My tongue snaked around inside Nancy as she put my head in a wonderfully tight leg lock. The taste of Nancy overtook all of my senses as she moaned, \"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!! You're amazing!! Lionel's a goddamned idiot for giving up this!!!\"\n\nNancy climaxed with an ecstatic cry as I felt the taste of her flood my mouth. Once her leg lock had loosened up, I pulled my head away and said, \"You got the energy for one more round? I always wanted to try scissoring.\"\n\n\"What is... scissoring?\"\n\nI whispered the explanation into Nancy's ear. Nancy went wide eyed and blurted out, \"Holy fuck, yes, do it!!\"\n\nNancy and I started grinding against each other with glee as I gripped handholds into the mattress. Nancy's gasps got faster and more frequent as I mewled, \"More more more more more more more MORE!!!\"\n\nNancy and I climaxed in tandem, our cries damn near rattling the windows. Nancy pulled herself up to me and dazedly said, \"So.... breakfast tomorrow?\"\n\nI smiled. \"I'd love that.\"\n\n*TWO MONTHS LATER*\n\n\"Kate?\"\n\nLionel looked at me with wide eyes as I stepped up to his grandmother's house with a tub full of biscuits. \"Hey Lionel. Happy Easter.\"\n\nLionel smoothed his hair back and said, \"So, you heard about my breakup, and your first instinct is to try and win me back. I'd say desperation's a bad look for you, but it really ain't.\"\n\n\"Aww, did you and Heather break up? I'm sorry, I didn't hear. But for the record, I'm actually here because my girlfriend invited me.\"\n\nThe front door opened before Lionel could muster a response, revealing my darling Nancy in all her beautiful glory. She pulled me in for a kiss as I flipped off Lionel. Once we came up for air, I saw that Lionel was staring at us slack-jawed. Nancy chuckled and closed his mouth as she purred, \"Oh, don't be such a prude, Lionel. I raised you better than that.\"\n\nAs we walked inside to join the party, I whispered to Nancy, \"I brought the bunny girl outfits you asked for. What's our best bet for some privacy?\"\n\n\"Guest room with the purple wallpaper, right when cousin Orville starts talking about the resurrection of Jesus.\" Nancy tilted my head towards her face and softly added, \"I love you so much, Katie.\"\n\n\"I love you too, Nancy.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Best friend x friend's girlfriend/wife prompts
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"content": "> It was an honest mistake. He genuinely thought she was just really upfront, and she didn't even know her new boyfriend had a twin brother. When they realize their mistake the next morning, they agree to put it behind them. They both come clean, the boyfriend forgives them, they agree it would be weird to see each other, and try to move on with their lives. Everything goes perfectly, right up until one starts having vivid sex dreams of the other. \n\n>Laila is a lesbian, and has har ored a crush on her best friend's fiancée ever since he introduced them. To her shock, the fiancée comes up to Laila's hotel room the night before the wedding, and says she and her husband-to-be gave each other one last night to sleep with anyone they like. \n\n> Pepper's boyfriend keeps standing her up for date night so he can play Xbox with his buddy. One night, he says he will be there, and if he isn't, she can fuck anyone she likes for a week, not thinking she'd take him seriously. So the next date night, he's shocked to see Pepper come home from the club and lead his best friend upstairs to the bedroom. \n\n> Harold has a major cuckong fetish, and has been begging his girlfriend Julie to indulge him for ages. One year on his birthday, Julie finally agrees, but says she'll only have sex with his best friend, only once, only using a condom, and Harold isn't allowed to record anything. Julie quickly changes her mind when she finds out Harold's friend has the best dick she's ever had, and starts sending him videos of them fucking whenever they can get a minute alone together."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monster x Monster hunter
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"content": "A monster hunter is on the trail of a dragon that has been wreaking destruction across the region.\n\nWhen they finally find the dragon they discover that it is in fact a shape-shifting dragonkin who has been stuck in dragon form by a cursed collar around its neck, which also clouds their mind and forces them into an animalistic state.\n\nUpon removing the collar, the dragon reverts to their more humanoid form. Of course, extremely beautiful and totally nude, and instantly offers to repay the hunter for their kindness."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: {Incest} All Magic is powered by love. All forms of it. This can include lust, and can be stacked on top of the love one has for people in their lives. This makes mages who practice incest particularly powerful.
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"content": "I drew the curtains to my room, letting the sunlight in. I stretched out and glanced to my right with a smile. Nuzzled into my side was my mother, her neck still bearing the massive hickey I'd given her the night before. Throughout the bed, the rest of my family stirred and began kissing and lovingly caressing each other.\n\nMy mom rolled on top of me and purred, \"Good morning, teddy bear! Ready for another day of pushing the boundaries of magic even further than before?\"\n\nI grinned. \"Always, mom.\"\n\nMom giggled and kissed my cheek as my aunt Chloe crawled over to me, her baby bump decorated with a garland of wildflowers as she announced, \"Don't forget to say good morning to these little miracles!\"\n\nI chuckled and started planting kisses on her belly as I whispered, \"Hey, sweeties. It's daddy! Can't wait to finally meet you.\"\n\nChloe caressed my head softly. \"Oh, you're gonna be the best daddy, Emmett. Sweet and strong and brave, like a teddy bear knight!\"\n\nMy twin cousins Lola and Lana threw their arms around me as the former said, \"Sir Emmett, with a heart of cotton--\"\n\n\"And a cock of fire-forged steel!\" Lana started stroking my cock as she added, \"You know daddy, it really feels like a bimbo kinda day, you know?\"\n\n\"Say no more, darlings.\" I pushed the twins off of me and had them get on their knees as Chloe cast a lust spell on me and my mom cast a duplication spell on me. In an instant, my libido had reached a fever pitch and a second pair of cock and balls formed on my crotch. I speared into the twins in tandem, who cried out with delight. I pounded away at their pussies as my big sister Stephanie finally deigned to join us with a drowsy, \"Yay, pre-breakfast fuck!\"\n\nMom giggled and kissed Stephanie's forehead. \"Sorry to wake you, baby girl.\"\n\n\"Aww, don't worry, mommy. I love waking up to the sounds of Emmett fucking your brains out.\"\n\nLola and Lana gripped their hands as they mewled, \"So gooooood!!!!\" I blew my load inside the both of them as a pair of pink glyphs appeared over their bellies. Lola and Lana giggled uncontrollably as their hair turned into long, platinum blonde manes, their lips plumped up into thick cushions perfectly suited to anyone's cock, and their curves exploded in size. Lola moaned happily as Lana said, \"Thank you daddy!\"\n\nMy mom got out of bed and took the twins by the hand. \"Come on, girls. Let's get you nice and clean!\"\n\nLola and Lana said in tandem, \"Yes auntie Gail!\"\n\nAs the trio walked off to the bathroom, Stephanie straddled me and lustfully growled, \"Remember when you said I was gonna be the next mommy?\"\n\nI grinned and gripped Stephanie's thighs for bracing. \"Of course I remember, princess.\"\n\nStephanie started bouncing on my cock as Chloe laid down next to me and started kissing me as she purred, \"I love our family.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You sit yourself down on perv row thinking it's just like any other night at a strip club. But when a woman you know comes out on stage your jaw hits the floor. She sees you sitting there, but she's not angry. She's... into it?
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"content": "so fucking hot, this might be my new favorite subreddit. \n\n\nyou find yourself in a vacant seat near the bar, thinking to yourself that this night at the strip club in the big apple is just like any other. suddenly, Emma, your crush from a terrible seasonal minimum wage job a year ago, emerges on stage and your jaw drops to the floor. surprisingly, she notices you sitting there. what's even more astonishing is that she doesn't appear angry; instead, she seems interested in you!\r \n\r \nat this unexpected turn of events, you can't help but be captivated by emma's presence. her eyes meet yours, and a connection ignites between you. the dimly lit atmosphere of the bar amplifies the anticipation and tension in the air. you can't help but wonder what brought her to this stage tonight and how it could possibly lead to something more.\r \n\r \ntime seems to stand still as Emma dances on stage, moving with a grace and sensuality that mesmerizes the entire audience. each tantalizing sway of her hips and every subtle glance in your direction intensifies your desire for her. at's as if she's performing just for you, casting a spell that draws you closer.\r \n\r \nas the night progresses, you catch glimpses of Emma's alluring smile directed at you. it's a smile that speaks volumes, filled with both recognition and invitation. It's as if she remembers the time you spent together at that seasonal job, even the seemingly insignificant moments. The memory of her seemingly perfect ass, the curves that occupied your daydreams, flashes in your mind.\r \n\r \nsuddenly, the music shifts, and the crowd roars in excitement. Emma turns away from the audience, facing the opposite direction. slowly, almost teasingly, she pulls down her shorts, revealing the very ass you had longed to see without any barriers. the sight leaves you breathless, a mix of shock and desire coursing through your veins.\r \n\r \nemma glances back, catching your stunned expression. her eyes hold a mischievous spark as she maintains her gaze. It's a silent invitation, a permission to indulge in your desires. the room fades into the background as you become entranced by her. thoughts race through your mind, unsure of what to do next. should you act upon this unexpected opportunity or remain a passive observer?\r \n\r \ntime moves like molasses as you struggle to gather your thoughts. the desire to explore this newfound connection grows stronger with each passing second. you feel a surge of confidence, compelled by the allure of the moment. without hesitation, you rise from your seat, slowly making your way toward the stage.\r \n\r \nas you approach, Emma's eyes never leave yours. she senses your intent, and her smile widens. the anticipation is palpable as you reach the edge of the stage. she extends a hand toward you, an invitation to join her. you take a deep breath, suppressing the nerves that threaten to overpower you, and reach out to grasp her hand.\r \n\r \nEmma pulls you onto the stage, and the spotlight shines down on both of you. the crowd's cheering blends into a distant hum as you focus solely on her. with each step, you feel the heat of the moment intensify. your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of the music, as you stand face to face with the woman who has ignited your desires.\r \n\r \nin this shared space, Emma's voice breaks the silence, a whisper meant only for you. \"i knew you wanted a longer look,\" she says, her tone both playful and seductive. \"now you can look as long as you want.\" her words sent a surge of electricity through your body, fueling the fire of anticipation.\r \n\r \nher earlier invitation to touch her now thong-clad ass echoes in your mind, and you find yourself unable to resist the temptation any longer. your hand reaches out, trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. as your fingertips make contact with her skin, a current of electricity courses through both of you. Emma's eyes widen, a flicker of surprise dancing within them, yet she encourages you to continue.\r \n\r \nwith every caress, the connection between you deepens. The barriers that once separated you begin to crumble, and an intimacy unfolds that surpasses mere physical contact. you lose yourself in the exploration, the sensations overwhelming your senses. It's as if time has ceased to exist, leaving only this moment of shared vulnerability and desire.\r \n\r \nas the night draws to a close, Emma takes your hand and leads you away from the stage. the applause of the crowd fades into the background as you enter her studio apartment. the air is thick with anticipation and the remnants of a connection forged in the dimly lit bar.\r \n\r \nEmma faces the opposite direction once again, teasingly pulling down her shorts. The sight of her ass, exposed and inviting, sends a surge of heat through your body. her voice, filled with a newfound confidence, reaches your ears, \"i could see that you wanted to have a longer look. So, you can look as long as you want now. and also, try touching it now, too.\"\r \n\r \nher words fuel your desire, erasing any doubts that may have lingered. you approach her slowly, savoring each moment. the familiar scent of her skin intertwines with the thrill of the unknown. as your hands make contact, the boundaries between fantasy and reality blur, and you become fully consumed by the passionate connection that has unfolded.\r \n\r \nin that moment, you realize that this night at the strip club was far from ordinary. it was a catalyst, an unexpected twist of fate that brought you face to face with desire and the opportunity to explore it. as you lose yourself in Emma's embrace, you understand that sometimes, the most incredible moments arise when we least expect them."
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"content": "> When a single mom gets away from her kids for a night and ends up hooking up with a random guy at the bar, she never expected the Nanny agency to send him over the next day to look after her kids. They both agree to keep it strictly professional but indulge in a bit of wine after the kid has gone to sleep, and he wakes up naked in her bed anyway. \n\n> A college freshman has started babysitting some local kids to help pay for textbooks, but she's still coming up short. This is probably why, when a drunken dad offers her $100 to take her top off, she doesn't immediately slap him and call the cops. Reluctantly, she lets the dad have a look, and swears that will be the end of it. But before long, things have escalated, and she has a dozen dads paying to fuck her every night of the week. At this rate, she might earn enough for all her textbooks!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Anything involving a knock at the door
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"content": "> Julie decided to finally let loose a little and sleep with a guy before starting college in the fall. She goes home with a guy she met on Tinder who seemed nice and loses her virginity to him, only for him to freak out at a knock on the door. Apparently, his wife is home early from deployment, and Julie needs to leave immediately. \n\n> Christmas with your girlfriend did not go according to plan. After having a huge fight with your girlfriend over Christmas, you're left single, horny, and cooped up in the guest room until the snow clears enough for you to get a taxi home. This is shaping up to be the worst Christmas of your life until you hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you're faced by your ex's twin sister. Apparently, she took your side in the argument and wants to know if there's anything at all she can do to make you feel better. \n\n> *knock knock knock* Evening sir, I'm here with your WhoreDash order. I believe you had the D-Cup blonde sub with a side of redhead? Fantastic, enjoy!\n\n> The sorority had gotten sick of those religious people always bothering them, trying to save their souls. So they come up with a plan: seduce every missionary who knocks on their door away from the faith until the higher-ups get them to avoid their house like the plague."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Putting cute guys through devilish humiliation!
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"content": "> A pair of jocks crash a girls-only party held by the local sorority. Thinking the sisters would be too drunk to play, the jocks challenge them to strip poker, only to lose terribly, and winding up nude in the first hour. Not wanting to walk home through town naked, the jocks beg for a chance to win their clothes back, which is when the girls break out the lingerie!\n\n> He knew he was a shoe-in for the cheer squad. He'd won three gymnastics tournaments in highschool, so he was sure he'd show up the girls. While the cheer captain acknowledges his talent, she also thinks he needs to check his ego before he can work on a team. With this in mind, she gathers the squad, brings out a stripper pole, abs orders him to get to work."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Due to technological advances, it is now possible to sync dreams with the one you love. You sync dreams with your wife, and the unexpected happens
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"content": "\"Sh-shelly?\"\n\nShe turned around, covered in blood. Her once sandy-brown hair now drenched in red and bits of flesh hung from her opened mouth. I held my hand over my own mouth trying not to barf in front of her. She... she was wearing just a gauzy looking sheet for a dress and it too was soaked with blood. I could see every inch of her body under it. \n\n\"Join me Husband. The fertility ritual must continue!\" I will admit, her voice sounded smooth, silky and had a beckoning quality to it that was hard to ignore. I swallowed more of the bile that rose up and hesitantly took her outstretched hand. \n\nImmediately she grasped it and dragged me toward her with a heavy force into her embrace. She tilted my head to the side and sunk her teeth into my neck; I screamed. I felt the warm wet of blood flow from me into her mouth and something numbing take its place. My whole body started feeling tingly and burning hot and yet I couldn't feel the sharp pain of her fangs sunk into my flesh. She gnawed and sucked at my vein and I started feeling morbidly excited. \n\nAll at once I felt drained and yet surprisingly hungry to ravage her right here and now. I had the sudden urge to shred that dress and pump her full of my seed and I hadn't a clue as to where that was coming from; not even a minute ago I wanted to be sick. She tugged my face to hers and kissed me, hard and I could taste my blood on her lips and the flesh of something brushing against me as well. \n\n\"Breed me Husband! Breed me!\" She cried, ripping her dress for me and mushing my hands into her breasts. How could I say no? I went after her with the force of a brutal lover, kissing, sucking clawing, biting, grasping and fucking her raw until I noticed something off. It was feeling of something wet touching me and it was enough to break the simulation. \n\nNot too much after I awoke with a groggy sound and so did my wife, she turned to me and blinked some as she took in the situation around her. I was rudely reminded of the dream as my cock tented the thinner blanket slightly and I frowned.\n\n\"Shelly?\"\n\n\"Hmmn? The dream? I think...\" She made a sleepy sound and rolled over slightly, right onto a patch on the bed slick with blood. \n\"Fuck... Ben, my period started...\"\n\nI had sat up some and then leaned my head back with a thud against our headboard. \"Ah damn it... new sheets at-\" I looked at the clock. it was blinking at 2:43 AM. \"2:43... AM.... I'll go get the peroxide...\"\n\nShelly leaned over and gave me a sleepy kiss. \"Thank you... maybe we'll try the Dreamcaster _after_ shark week...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] When he asked her to pose as his bimbo trophy girlfriend for a party, he didn't expect her to be so good at it, or to throw herself into character so enthusiastically...
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"content": "Hey Sam, remember how I helped you piss off your family?\n\nYeah, you were the perfect deadbeat junk boyfriend. They were gossiping for months after.\n\nI was afraid the needle marks might have been a little over-the-top\n\nNo, no, just perfect!\n\nCare to return the favor?\n\nWhat did you have in mind?\n\nAnd as I told her about my idea, I saw the slightest hint of panic in the eyes of my bookish roommate. Nevertheless, she said she could be ready by 5:30.\n\nI was on the couch scrolling my phone disinterestedly when I heard a click clack noise in the hallway. The door opened and a sweet scent came wafting in and almost hypnotized me. There was vanilla, lavender, and many other girly smells, in that particular cocktail that I last remember smelling walking past the girls locker room in high school. There in the door opening stood Samantha.\n\nI had seen Sam in a dress once before, and boy had she looked uncomfortable back then. It was at some honors award ceremony and her mom had insisted. She had worn no makeup, had kept her hair in a messy bun as per usual. She had even worn leggings under the dress, but from the bit of ankle that was visible it was clear she hadn't waxed or even shaved. It was a pitiful sight. Her mom had wanted to buy her a beautiful pair of strappy heels for the occasion, but after long negotiations they had settled on frumpy, childish looking ballet flats, which she kicked off as soon as she had the chance. I was treated to the sight of her mom looking away in embarassment as she walked around the event with dirty bare feet.\n\nSomething tells me she had been preparing for a retry. Whoever walked, or rather, strutted into the living room was a creature straight from Sex and the City. Her calves were smooth and postively glossy looking, and stood upright confidently in 5 inch silver strappy stilettoes adorned with too many gawdy looking fake diamonds. Her feet were just as smooth as her legs and remarkably uncalloused, and her toenails shiny and red. I just realized she had never painted her toenails before, or her fingernails for that matter. Her fingers were always stubby and chewed down, but she'd managed to fix them up with some acrylics. Her surprisingly voluminous thighs and butt (She'd always hidden them under tracksuit bottoms and oversized jeans) were envelopped in a sequiny black bodycon dress that came down about as far as my boxershorts would. \n\nMy mouth was still open when she played with a strand of her straightened auburn hair and asked: Babe, will you zip me up? How could I refuse. I got up and she turned around, casually flipping her hair in the process. She was unzipped down to her shapely lower back and there were no bra straps in sight. As I approached, her perfume nearly made me pass out.\n\nWhat's taking so long? I wanna party.\n\nI regained consciousness and gently closed the zipper, draping her hair over her shoulders in the process. Then she spun on her heel and planted a warm kiss on my cheek. I felt a trace of lipgloss resting there.\n\nCan we stop at Starbucks on the way there babe? I would just, like, die if I had to talk to those old farts without coffee.\n\nAnd so we headed out to the car.\n\nDoor! Get the door for me babe!\n\nI obliged.\n\n​\n\nI'll probably continue later, lmk what you think."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Co worker Prompts
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"content": "You always worked bottomless when you worked from home. At first you got a thrill out of it, but over time you just did it because you found you were more comfortable that way.\n\nUnfortunately, you got too comfortable, and yesterday, at the virtual town hall, you forgot you were on camera in front of the entire company when you stood up, exposing yourself to everyone.\n\nYou expected to be fired when you came into work this morning. You certianly didn't expect the whole office to react positively to the show you gave them...."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A lustful and lonely smuggler finds sealed power armor floating in space within a huge wreckage. She is surprised to find the guy inside still alive, and a supersoldier at that.
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"content": "Sexually explicit post. This post contains adult language and content. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18 and may not be suitable for all adult readers. Language of post may be offensive to some readers. View at your discretion. \n\nThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 or older. \n\n-.-.-.-.-.\n\n“ALERT. ALERT. ALERT. Immediate Emergency Recall Initiated. All Units Must Return To Ship Immediately. Repeat. Immediate Emergency Recall Ordered. All Units Must Return To Ship Immediately. Warp Jump Countdown Activated. T-Minus Five Minutes.”\n\nThe alert message blasts across the speakers within my powered armor cutting thru the simulated battle noise as well as flashing on my heads up display.\n\n“Fuck!” I scream as I avoid a blast from an enemy’s weapon and return fire taking his head off with my shot.\n\nThere’s no way I can get back to my ship in five minutes. I’m deep within the enemy’s ship. The rest of my squad are already dead being killed along our advancement.\n\nI glance down the passageway that I’m fighting in, noting the enemy troops converging on my position.\n\n“ALERT. Four Minutes To Warp Jump.”\n\n“Yeah, Yeah.” I say softly as I push forward. My weapon blazes as I find enemy target after enemy target killing each as my eyes fall upon them.\n\nMaybe if I can push into the enemy ship’s core room I can at least kill them all by blowing up the ship. Make my death worth something.\n\nI leap over the bodies of the fallen enemy and keep on going down the passage. My heads up display map showing I’m closing in on the core room.\n\n“ALERT. One Minute To Warp Jump. Repeat One Minute. Return To Ship Immediately.”\n\nI duck down my head down and run through the hatch and come upon the ship’s core room. It’s undefended as I scan the area looking for anyone but find no one.\n\nI reach into my storage and pull out all my explosive charges and throw them at the core’s containment before turning around and firing at the enemies that have come up behind me making them duck back behind the hatches frame.\n\n“ALERT. Warp Jump Initiated.” comes across my speakers for the last time as I suspect I’m now all alone on the enemy’s ship as my ship has jumped away.\n\n“Fuck it. I’ll take you all with me.” I say as I run forward towards the enemy weapons fire somehow avoiding every shot.\n\nI run back through the hatch and end up plowing into someone as I power though, my legs pumping and I stomp over them drilling them into the deck as I keep running.\n\n“Explosive Charges Timer Initiated. Countdown 10, 9, 8…” my power armor says as the timer on the charges I planted in the core room starts.\n\nI keep running. Firing my weapon as I come across any other enemies I see.\n\n“7, 6,5…”\n\nI see a sign right next to me that says “escape pod” and turn ripping the door open and jumping inside before slamming the door behind me.\n\n“4,3,2…”\n\nI hit the eject button and feel the pod kick me in the back as it pushes off ejecting from the ship.\n\n“1, detonation.”\n\nMy pod shakes and tosses me around as the blast from the explosives set off a chain reaction detonating the core of the enemy’s ship. Somehow my pod gets pushed out into deep space but damaged. I can hear shrapnel from the enemy’s ship pinging off the side of my pod as I hold on.\n\nThe power shuts off on my escape pod and I lose any idea of what else is going on around me. I think I’m now just drifting in open space.\n\n“Well shit.” I say as I take in my new situation. Somehow I’m still alive and the enemy is dead. My pod is broken and probally drifting. My ship is gone and they probably think I’m dead.\n\nI do the only thing I can think of and initiate the deep sleep feature on my powered armor. Last ditch chance at life. It should put my armor into as low of a power cycle as possible doing the same thing to my body.\n\nI drift off to sleep with the thought that this is probably it for me.\n\n. - . - . - . -"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Put Me On The One Bar Prison
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"content": "The collector: a well off individual has a collection of women who have willingly submitted themselves to be a part of their collection. What happens when one of them gets second thoughts?\n\nFull display: I lost a bet to my partner/ spouse/ fuck buddy, and had to be locked in a one bar prison for a few hours with a vibrator attached to my pussy. I was put in front of a large window being covered by a curtain. Attached to the curtain was a small rope that i was biting in my mouth, if I release it, the curtain is lifted and anyone can see me. At first it starts easy but as the hours pass, the orgasms get stronger and my jaw gets weaker. How does my day go?\n\nThe club: I woke up, hands tied behind my back, gag in place, and bar up my pussy forcing me to remain still. I hear a door open and close behind me. Multiple pairs of foot steps approach me. Describe what they do to me.\n\nLive Model: a new shop was opening and they were looking for someone to model the items. You misunderstood the job and instead of taking pictures wearing the item, you were blindfolded and put on a one bar prison, and put in the window to show off their new products to the public."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Morning after Prompts
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"content": "> She goes home with another woman, but early the next morning, her husband comes home early from deployment and catches them in bed together. Not wanting to possibly get murdered, she pretends to have brought home a friend for a surprise threesome!\n\n> Waking up hung over and sore after a night of drinking, Matt reaches for his phone and instead finds the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. What's more, she's saying that last night was incredible, that he's ruined her for other men. Matt needs to remember what he did - or at least get her name right - before she realizes how completely out of his league she is. \n\n> Being a werewolf leads to a lot of awkward mornings whenever you get out of the yard. Usually you just stumble home through the woods with the taste of blood in your mouth, but this time, you've come to with a buff, naked man on top of you. With a decidedly un-bloody taste in your mouth."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: What happens to the cheerleaders when their team loses the big rivalry game
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"content": "As the clock hit zero Sally her pulse racing sweat and dripping down her forehead. Her team didn't lose very often but no one really talked about what happened when they did. After the game the football players and cheerleaders went into our respective locker rooms.\n\nSally was in the process of changing out of her uniform when she was yanked by her blonde ponytail she winced as she was guided out of the room and back on to the field.\n\nWhat the hell? She spat\n\nSorry kid but this is what happens to the losing team.\n\nWhat the hell are you- her words lowered to a whisper as she saw the football team reemerging completely naked.\n\nWhat is this she asked breathily Sally heard a grunt in a thump at her left granting to her side she saw one of her teammates a brunette named Sarah getting to a kneeling position and then sit on her heels her face was scrunched in irritation.\n\nI didn't know being rough was your thing the wife must be happy eh Coach Amanda.\n\nShut it Trent, you're going to get enough punishment from our visitors. Coach warned standing out to the side her hands in the pockets of her blue sweatsuit.\n\nWhat is she talking about?\n\nI forgot you're new to the team. She said looking over at me with a small smile, athletes get a little pent up thanks to all the training and focus they devote to the game so it's the losing teams cheer squad job to help them blow out some steam.\n\nYou mean-\n\nSally shivered with a mixture of fear and arousal as she scanned the crowd of football players who would pick her.\n\n\"I know who I want\" a deep voice rumbled the owner of said voice was linebacker Jared Lucas his pale skin gleamed under the lights on the field his muscles flicked as he made his way towards Sally he's not right in front of her.\n\n\"What do you say you want to have a few hours of fun with me?\"\n\nSure let's get this over with.\n\nYou know the rules fellas: the fun ends a few hours from now the moment you hear that horn you bring the ladies right back here.\n\nNo holes are off limits however if you knock them up they're your responsibility. So as a piece of advice I hope you're pulling a game is as strong as possible.\n\nI can't speak for the rest of the Knuckleheads coach but I've had a lot of practice on and off the field.\n\nAfter everyone was picked the pairs and sometimes trios went to their separate ways.\n\nJared took Sally into the school's locker room and set her down gently on the bench.\n\nJared sat beside Sally, \"I haven't seen you on the team before you're the newbie on the team right?\"\n\n\"Yes what of it?\" Sally spat\n\nEasy She Wolf I'm asking cuz I haven't seen you around before.\n\n\"Yep fresh land to the Slaughter.\"\n\n\"Ouch, we're not that bad.\"\n\n\"Wow that's really comforting.\"\n\n\"Hear me out please?\"\n\n\"I'm listening what the hell is my supposed to do?\"\n\n\"Good point\" with experienced movement he removed the collar and the ropes.\n\n\"Is that better?\"\n\n\"I don't know how much better it is I'm still yours for the next 3 hours.\"\n\n\"To be clear I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do.\"\n\n\"Really then can I leave?\"\n\n\"You can if you want, but you miss out on having a football player under your thumb for the next 3 hours; willing to do anything you want just how you want.\"\n\nAs if to test the waters Jared laid a large hand on Sally's supple thigh running it a couple inches up her thigh.\n\nSally scooted to the edge of the bench and spread her legs wider \"on your knees\" she said authoritatively. Jared obeyed and kneeled in front of her his face inches away from her moist slit.\n\nSally slowly reached out tangling her fingers in Jared's hair before firmly pulling his face between her thighs.\n\nJared ran his tongue along the edges of her lips Sally's grip on his head tightening informed him he was doing the right thing. He then began slowly licking from top to bottom swirling his tongue around her clitoris before going back down.\n\nHer thighs begin to tremble and after a particularly long lick her thighs slammed shut around his head undeterred he continued licking her moans echoed off the walls though neither seemed to care as Sally came, squirting in his mouth.\n\nHer thighs relaxed and she sprang up nearly knocking him over Sally gripped his hand like she thought he'd run away and yanked him toward the showers.\n\nShe purposely bent over in the process of turning on the shower ramming her thicc ass into his erect cock.\n\nShe looked back at him a sexy smirk on her face.\n\nFuck me\n\nJared did as he was told and lined up his cock with her pussy and slammed his hips into hers\n\nFuck! Sally moaned\n\nJared pounded her pussy the sound of their bodies colliding rhythmically only rivaled by the sound of the shower droplets hitting the tiled shower floor.\n\nSally braced herself against the wall and began ramming her hips into him meeting his thrusts. His big cock filling her tight pussy with every thrust.\n\nPressure was quickly building up in Sally's core when she reached her limit her pussy clamped down on Jared's cock which prompted him to thrust as hard as he could one last time.\n\nSally squirted for the second time a cross between a moan and a scream leaving her lips as she came.\n\nJared grunted and slid out of her dripping pussy. Angling his cock during the shower drain and looping an arm around Sally's waist as she slept forward.\n\nYou okay? he asked between pants\n\nYes, she said leaning against his muscular torso. Ironically I could use a shower but I'm pretty sure I may not be able to stand up for a while on my own.\n\nUnless you could help me with that~\n\nSure I can. Jared said the smirk obvious in his voice."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] A cheeky pairing of embarrassment and desperation.
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"content": "Just like most lunch breaks, Erin returned to her office with her lunch and locked the door. She removed her clothing and put in the box with the timer lock set to leave enough time to get dressed again before her next meeting. She ate at the window, looking out at the people across the street, trying to forget they could not see back in. Then the fire alarm rang, the office door auto unlocked, and the fire warden was her office neighbor. \"Shit.\"\n\nOr...\n\nMolly looked at the storefront display window then back at the own, fashion designer Mina. Molly ask, \"you want me to get in the window, strip and then every half-hour get instructions I have to follow?\" Mina answered, \"Yes, you said you a job to make rent, this one will get you two month's rent in one day.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Free Use
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"content": "One I'd considered myself but keep procrastinating on addressing. This one is a fantasy or sci-fi prompt but if you can make it work in other genre, go for it \n\nThe brothel in question is unquestionably upscale, but has a surprisingly hefty lower-class presence, not only because of the rather inexpensive but high quality food and booze, but the servers. They're not a part of the companion roster/'menu', and aren't nearly as gorgeous as the high-cost sex workers, but they're personable in a general 'everyperson' way. One in particular looks alightly 'off', and isn't the shapest knife in the drawer, but the lower class patrons adore her because she refuses no approach and literally takes all comers. The tip tankard is frequently overflowing purely because of her. In a fantasy she might be a half-orc or part ogre; in sci-fi she's a factory reject 'defective' bioroid. Either watly, have fun!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Roommate Prompts
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"content": "She thought that moving in with one of her guy friends would be a little awkward because of their past of playful flirting. Surprisingly it was no issue, the managed to keep up their normal joking and share the common areas. \n\nOne day, however, they were sitting in the living room, each on their phone. Idly looking for something ‘fun’ to watch later she turned pale when her sound played at full volume from her phone instead of her earbuds. An unmistakeable moan of pleasure echoed in the room while she fumbled to stop the video. \n\nAfter the initial shock her roommate, staring up at her over his phone he started laughing. She started to stammer an excuse but was stopped by him saying “hey, we’re both adults, we know we watch porn,” and went back to his phone. \n\nThey left it at that for a week until they found themselves back in the living room on their respective phones. The silence was broken by the all-too-familiar PornHub intro from his phone. She looked up, his gaze already waiting to meet hers. “Oh, I don’t know how that happened,” he joked sarcastically with a laugh and a grin. \n\n“You’re hilarious,” she responded, matching his eye-rolling sarcasm. \n\nSoon after that they used their headphones less and less, internet-based moans emanating from behind their closed bedroom doors. Then slightly open bedroom doors. Finally one of them pushed the door open and called in, watching anything good?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A wicked train covered in spikes and cannons rolls into your town. its tattoed captain climbs on top with a megaphone to demand every townie line up with tribute. She rejects yoir tribute and you say you have nothing else of value to give her, she chuckles and says "oh yes you do."
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"content": "The train comes often to our part of this world. Every few months or so. It’s hard not to know whom it belongs to. \n\nThe spikes cover its hull with faded red. Sometimes bodies are impaled or heads. Turrets are also at various cars, along with the main engine. That’s not counting the rough individuals guarding it. \n\nIt’s a formidable thing. They are even more intimidating: armored, experienced, competent. \n\nThese raiders, or ‘taxmen’ as some call them aren’t something to be taken lightly. We offer them tribute. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. We each have to give them something. If not? You are not seen again. If you are, your head or corpse is on a spike. \n\nThe train’s horn blows as it enters our town, stopping to a halt as someone climbs on top with a megaphone. She’s lithe, agile, wearing leather and tattoos cover her skin. Her black hair is short, going down to her neck. We all bring out our tributes as she yells. \n\n“You know whom we are! Bring out your tribute and we leave you alone!” Her voice roars into the megaphone. We form queues as several of her subordinates come out. She stands in front of the line I’m in. Her gaze inspecting each and every offering and giver. \n\nFood, water, clothes, ammo, everything and everything you can think of for survival. I hoist the sack of potatoes over my shoulder. I had spent months working on it. Nutritious, carb-rich, but necessary. \n\nEventually, it is my turn. I keep my eyes low as she looks at me. I’ve seen her before. I do not know her name, but we have seen each other before. She was once a lieutenant, now she was a commander. As to her boss’s fate, I don’t know. Rumor has it she was killed. The leader is always female. That is the tradition as far as I know. \n\nI knelt and offered my sack to the Mistress of the Pain Rail. My eyes were still lowered and my bearded head bowed in respect and fear. Suddenly, my grip is light as the sack is taken, opened, and… \n\nHer scoff makes my blood freeze. “Potatoes? Really?” She sneers, tossing it aside. My eyes widen at the very real outcome. “Look at me, ass.” She ordered. I did so, gulping. Her arms are crossed and her subordinates flank her with rifles. Her dark eyes appraise mine own and my face. Her abdomen is left uncovered and her outfit clings to her body like a lover’s hand. \n\n“Do you have any other tribute besides that goat shit you call ‘good’?” She asked. She raised a brow as I stammered. “N-no, mistress. I-I have none. I have nothing else to offer.” I admitted. Her smirk as her head tilted yo one side an ounce my fate. “Oh, I think you do.” I gulped at this as her subordinates, a man and a woman grab my arms and and raise me before hand-dragging me to the train. \n\nGasps echoed in my wake as I imagined my very dark fate. I closed my eyes as I realized I should have given them my mule instead. \n\n(Part 1 ends)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was a "luxury courier" for tentacle monsters, transporting them *inside* her body...
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"content": "Warning might have triggering content\nwhen I first started doing it I was awkward at it but my training was successful, I could carry the larger sizes with a little difficulty but it was fun with the somewhat active ones since the slower and more gentle movements caused me pleasure, today I got one of those and it required to be in my womb so I pulled up my large dress to let it in. the destination was a little ways out so I had to go by car, luckily I had a private car and driver since it could be dangerous with more active ones. this one was one of the fun ones and made the ride there more fun, when we arrived and let my travel buddy go and got paid in full. later I got a job for a small one that had to go to a new habitat a few blocks away but due to the small size it would take a few days at least. so I sat down and let it go inside where it desired. it went into my bladder wich it fit but I felt like a needed to pee, I walked over there all the while it was in and I needed to pee. I walked slowly and I reached it at the end of the day, it was wet from the desperation but that didn't matter, we arrived. when it went out it felt amazing and I left after getting paid. I rested for the night and the next day I picked one up that wanted to ride inside someones butt for a while and it would keep it clean while it was there and paid at the end for the entering fee and for time spend inside when I wanted to let them out when I desired, I agreed and lifted the dress I wore since yesterday. when they were in I went home to change my clothes to loose short shorts and a shirt but still no underwear. I spend a month with them inside, they made my belly bulge and any movement was seen from the outside but it was fun. during the month I had gone swimming, had coffee with friends who were curious with how my job went and overall had a good time. on the coffee day with my friends I had laid my hand on my moving stomach when they first started to ask questions about my job and later I explained I had a client inside me at that moment. when it was done I got paid the promised amount. I had to take a break to recover from having the client in for so long and then I got a client that was different from the normal ones. apparently this one required some nutrients from a human host and wanted me specifically, they wanted to have their main body inside my vagina and have 2 tentacles in other holes, one into my bladder and the other my butt. I agreed to do it because the pay was so high. I took it in me and went home for the time it fed. I had a skirt and shirt on when they first went in and plenty of groceries to last me a while, I was home naked for most of the time it was in. I occasionally needed to do groceries but that was easily done and dressing myself was fine too but bending over and simply being outside with how visible this one is and me wearing no panties was awkward. when they were finally done I felt relieved, luckily I got could relax for a while before doing another assignment. this one was recorded to be one of the largest recorded but luckily it didn't need to go far as it could barely move on its own and it was 5 houses down. it took its toll on my womb as I didn't have anything this large inside me yet but at the end I got there. later when I was done with all jobs I helped new trainees and helped them all out in their training. when they graduated I could have a designer tentacles and I chose one that could live in my womb and eventually grow enough that it fed on the things in my bladder and butt."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Wanting to reinvent herself for college, a shy nerdy tomboy gets a makeover from a friend. Now brimming with confidence, she is out to lose her virginity.
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"content": "Lara's hands nervously fluttered around her head, making sure every strand of her freshly straightened dark hair was in place. Her overly plump thighs were revealed by her too-short shorts and her white tee shirt was pulled up just enough to expose her belly button and the sharp edge of her hip bones. She couldn't tell her well-meaning \"make-over artist,\" that she hated the way she looked, especially when compared to Bella who struck a confident pose in kitten heel sandals and a yellow sun dress that brought out the blue in her eyes. Lara reached down and absentmindedly tugged at the laces of her high-top Vans. She was glad Bella let her keep them. The sneakers were the only thing that felt like *her.*\n\n\"You don't think this looks too... slutty?\" Lara asked Bella.\n\nHer pretty blonde friend only threw her arms around her, \"Nonsense, you look absolutely gorgeous. I'm glad you let me spruce you up! Now, let's go back downstairs!\"\n\nLara reluctantly torn herself away from the mirror. Bella was at least 2 sizes smaller than her, and the borrowed outfit barely fit. Lara looked ridiculous, she knew it. Her cheeks were practically hanging out the back, but she really didn't want to appear ungrateful after all the effort Bella put into dressing her. Bella had been working hard to get her out her shell, and this was apparently just step one. \n\nWith her long slender fingers, Lara unbuttoned the top button of her shorts, just so she could comfortably breath. They were nervously low. So low, the waistline of the denim shorts grazed the top of her freshly groomed pubic hair.\n\nThe taste of vodka and Red Bull was strong in her mouth, and she could sense she was going to need another if she was going to go back downstairs.\n\nLara walked out of the bedroom and towards the stairs. Her petite blonde friend grinning behind her. \n\nMost of their Young Entrepreneurs Club was downstairs work-shoping a Business Plan for this year fund raising project. Everyone was dressed casually, but Lara worried that she was baring a little too much skin.\n\nShe carefully made her way downstairs. She could hear the steady lofi beat fading in and out. She couldn't quite see people yet, but she could hear a distinct buzz filling the room like a swarm of bees. She stepped slowly, eyes closed, towards the music, feeling a breeze and gentle thumping of the bass in her chest as the chorus of voices grew louder and more distinct as she reached the bottom. \n\nLara clenched her fists as the first set of eyes turned to her. Some dark haired boy with dark features. His name escaped her, but his smile put her at ease. There was a fire in her belly. She could pretend to be confident, at least for the next hour or two.\n\nShe quickly walked to the cheap card table in the corner of the hall to grab another drink, ignoring the wandering eyes of her fellow club members.\n\nLara grabbed a plastic cup, opened the bottle of vodka, and sloshed an inch of liquid into the cup. She looked around to make sure no one was watching her, then tipped the cup back and swallowed it and then went back for another. \n\nThe burn spread warmth into her guts. Her skin burned, but she breathed through the pain and willed it to go away. She gasped and choked a little, and was met with a startling but gentle pat on her back.\n\n\"You doing okay?\" A deep voice asked. His voice was low —but it was one she had heard before. She shivered, \"I'm just fine,\" she answered as she turned to her concerned club-mate. \n\nHe looked at a loss for words, \"Lara? I barely recognized you!\"\n\nHe was probably a few years her senior, buttoned up in a collared shirt and impeccably groomed. She recognized him from Econ Class, with his trimmed but bristly beard.\n\n\"Adam,\" he said, realizing she was having trouble attaching a name to his face.\n\n\"Trying something different?\" Adam asked.\n\nLara nodded, the warmth of the alcohol seemed to be sinking lower in her stomach.\n\nHis hair was cut into a military-style buzz. It looks soft, but his beard was probably softer.\n\nShe swore she could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and he smelled of cologne, like wood shavings, and citrus. \n\nThe alcohol coursed through her veins like fuel, igniting a fire deep in her belly that terrified but thrilled her.\n\n\"A friend decided I needed a fresh look,\" she stated simply, \"it's my first time wearing anything this short,\" Lara said turning away from him, glancing back at him over her shoulder. His eyes dropped to her ass, she could practically feel the seams of denim straining to contain all of her generously packed booty-meat. It may have been the alcohol but she was beginning to enjoy the affect Bella's denim-shorts had on her confidence. \n\nA flush spread across her cheeks. She tried to quell the butterflies in her stomach. She turned back around and straightened up and steadied her breathing; she quietly decided she was ready to experience another first.\n\n\"You wear it well,\" Adam said smiling."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I haven’t written anything in a while, give me some fun prompts to try
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"content": " * \"Now ladies, welcome to witch training. Here are some sample womb tattoos. Why? If you lose control of your magic you temporarily become a hot monster girl and not random mutant!Now think about what you want; kitsune? Ogre? Succubus? Oh, I haven't hear that one in years.\"\n\n * \"Yes our tests where a few scans, you can go home now. What do you mean you want to stay? You'll be the only human and only male on board. Why are you grinning like that? I mean yes long term behavioral studies could be approved. Fine I'll talk with the captain.\"\n\n * An all female rock band does a strip tease at a concert, starting an orgy - their only regret is having to wait until they've done their set to join in.\n\n * The dog girl he was dating was a sub most of the time - even so much as helping him get laid with other women. But every full moon she increase in size and voluptuousness into a wolf girl alpha; and boy did she dom him then.\n\n * The young archmage didn't realise that his harem of monster girl familiars had a secret betting pool - who would be the first get pregnant (and no betting on yourself)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For a convoluted reason of your choice… a guy and a gal’s first date (or second date?) is or turns out to be “Clothed Male, Naked Female”. Could be an ‘arranged’ (blind) date, or maybe they already know each other a little, but only very casually (like they’re in a same college class together).
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"content": "*Okay... Keep it cool.*\n\nChecking my bowtie matches my comfortable tailored three-piece suit *(called that because it's three pieces to put on; dress shirt, vest, and coat)* I find the red matches my hair while the blue bowtie compliments my eyes from my reflection, *perfect clown material* I cringe.\n\n*I don't have a wingman, or rather gal, because my plus one* is *my date tonight.*\n\nInadvertently staring at the time through my reflection on the watch I realise they're late. I start second guessing the bowtie but realise it'd be weird to do so in a public restraunt by myself for no apparent reason.\n\n*We've been through thick n' thin. It'll work out, maybe, terribly. At worst we'll still be friends, maybe, I hope.*\n\nI glance at the thrice refilled glass of water and contemplate lavatory issues as a misdirection or escape.\n\n*Okay, I'm my own worst enemy at this point. I'm usually much more chill, why has a date suddenly changed that?*\n\nMy heart jumps out of my chest when my *best friend* drops into the seat across from me with a wide feral grin sprawled across their face, making me feel *extremely* overdressed for the occasion.\n\n\"Really!?\" I half whisper and hiss before the waiter who looks decidedly not disassociated to be catering us tonight.\n\n\"What would the two of you be having this fine evening.\" *I can hear his smug! I can hear it find satisfaction in my embarrassed misery!*\n\n\"Whatever he's having because I'm *ravenous*.\" *And she's playing into it!*\n\nBreathing out all the obscenities I think up an instant petty revenge.\n\n\"Extra large serving of Calamari with extra thick ranch topped with pineapples and bacon.\" *I'd like to see you eat all that, oh wait.*\n\n\"With a pitcher of diet coke and a side of humus.\" *I'm not a complete savage to not give them an out.*\n\nIgnoring the leaving waiter I focus completely at the situation at hand through decidedly louder whisper hissing.\n\n\"Why did you tell me to *dress for the occasion* when your casual like that? Wasn't this place supposed to be formal?\"\n\nShe's still giving me the meanest shit eating grin I've ever seen her make and lilts a popping \"Nope.\"\n\nLeaning back into her seat \"I know you probably thought it was some niche nudist colony thing but how many times have you ever thought about Therianthropes *all natural* until you've seen them dressed?\"\n\nI frown contemplating that, she usually wore a blouse or something but no shoes or gloves, and I can't even imagine how it'll fit either because of the digitgrade clawed feet.\n\n\"Couldn't you put on a dress then? I've seen you with something on all the time and you're making it decidedly weird.\"\n\nHer feral grin fades into that friendly one I remember as she shrugs placatingly.\n\n\"For us, this *is* formal.\" Waving her hand back and forth \"In the traditional sense. Back in the ye olde days we'd frolic around the countryside with no shits to give. Nowadays it's as you put it, *weird*.\"\n\nPausing to let the waiter drop off the food before returning to the conversation. *Damn this is one innuendous calamari if I've ever seen one, and damn good too.*\n\n\"We put medals on our bodies like braids or clips as the only time to remember our roots, and that's why it's formal to be naked.\"\n\nI blurt out before my unprocessed mind can stop my mouth full of calamari \"Can't you feel it through your fur?\" *Fuck, what did I say?*\n\nBriefly I saw that feral shit eating grin come back before fading to the normally placating friendly smile i've known for so long, sending shivers down my spine *What the fuck did I say!?*\n\n\"Yeah, wanna touch?\"\n\nI put down my fork and contemplate the last few seconds and still return with a four-oh-two, which distracted me from her appearing by my side and embracing me with her soft fluffy body.\n\n\"You're like a walking fluffy pillow.\" I mutter absetmindedly within the softest safest place I had ever felt other than early memories of my mother, making me strangely tired.\n\n\"And I feel *everything*.\" I barely acknowledge that with a hum within her warm embrace.\n\n\"Therianthropes have different senses than others, so when I say I feel everything I mean *everything*.\"\n\n\"I like this, I like now, can we stay like this forever?\" I feel so impossibly tired all of a sudden, not wanting to move an inch.\n\nHer rumbling laughter that penetrates my body through contact is also strangely comforting.\n\n\"Sure, but after we pay and leave. Last I checked this wasn't a hotel, and I wasn't sure when your dense self could take the hint.\"\n\n*Best case scenario? I never would've guessed.*\n\n\"I know this is extremely inappropriate timing and I want to do nothing but what you've got planned but I drank like three glasses of water and half a pitcher of diet coke, so as much as I am reluctant to let go can you please do so before my bladder explodes?\"\n\nThe entire restraunt laughs at the amazing ending to our successful date."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Oh no! I've fallen and twisted my ankle. I'm totally helpless. It sure would be bad if a gang of big, muscly orcs found me. Why, I wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop them!"
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"content": "\"Why, I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop them.\" She said a bit too loudly in the dark woods. She sat up and rubbed her ankle. \"Damn, I didn't mean to actually twist my ankle.\" She whispered to herself. \n\nThere was a snap in the woods to her left. She turned to face that direction on her knees. A louder snap came from behind her and as she tried to turn that way but a large hand gripped her shoulder.\n\n\"Low Heal\" A deep rumble of a feminine voice said. Power flowed into Beth and her ankle healed right as rain. \"Beth, if you want fun times you don't have to actually hurt yourself.\"\n\n\"It was an accident.\" She blushed as she looked up at her orc girlfriend. \"Fun times anyways?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She drove to a secluded road, pulled over, and slashed her tire. She was willing to pay ANY price for help changing the tire.
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"content": "Happy ~~(Late)~~ Birthday, Sarckle :D\n\nHope you enjoy, because if you do, I'm gonna make a story out of it <3\n\nAlso the actual tire slashing comes into play later in the plot. \n\n​\n\n“Hey, guys! RyukuFox here, back for another stream! And this time, we’re going to summon the Horsedick Demon!” I shouted with overenthusiastic cheer. God, whose stupid idea was this? Horsedick demon? Well, that subscriber, what’s-his-name did set up a fund to pay me like 500 grand to do this, so at least I was getting paid for this.\n\nUgh, it wasn’t the worst thing I did for money, though. That honour would go to the time I worked as a mascot for a restaurant chain. I still had nightmares about being trapped in that sweaty fur suit while waving a sign around, all for 12$ an hour. Thank god my streaming career picked up.\n\nI glanced at the monitor in the corner to see my viewer count, and to my disappointment, it was lower than usual. Only around 25 million people were watching me right now. Usually, I’d get close to 50 million when I did subscriber requests. Guess summoning a demon wasn’t that interesting.\n\nI took off my hoodie, leaving me in a tight-fitting pink cropped tank top and tiny black shorts, my signature attire, which helped to attract thousands of thirsty teenagers and adults and I stretched erotically, making sure to press my top against my G-cup breasts. My jewelled barbell piercings poked through my top, and I could already feel how turned on half my viewers were. And if this “Horsedick demon” existed, there would be a lot of satisfied men, and hopefully even a few women, by the end of my stream. My long brown hair was in a braid and it loosely draped down my shoulder to just below my breasts, with little plastic flowers decorating its length. I adjusted my glasses and gave the camera a sparkling smile, which made my golden-brown eyes glow in a way that captivated millions of people. I was so damn sexy, and I knew it. Great genetics, an amazing workout routine, and a team of personal beauty technicians made me look fabulous.\n\nI stepped into the pentacle made with fake blood and sat down cross-legged, making sure my knees didn’t go over the blood-red lines and took a deep breath. I only got one shot at this, and I couldn’t fuck it up. Black wax candles burned at each corner, tiny wisps of smoke drifting toward the ceiling, and I could smell the fresh fruits in the bowl outside the pentacle. Those were the offerings to the “demon.” Everyone except my camera lady quietly filed out of the room, and I was alone.\n\nMy camera crew promised they set something exciting up, but they wouldn’t tell me what, so I was nervous to see what they came up with. Albert, my special effects guy, liked pyrotechnics, so I expected a little fire. Maybe some smoke seeping out of the floorboards, a little ghoulish wailing, some flickering lights, and then a CGI shadow demon.\n\nKarlie, my camera lady, gave me the thumbs up and left the room, and I started chanting. “Bgjeourghwsndwe, hirtjhipejijwl, uoheguejfqu…” I chanted, trying not to stumble over the words. I’d practiced these words more than a hundred times before today, and now I could read them almost perfectly, though they still sounded like someone smashed their face into a keyboard. “Ehngrh, lykutdjytbdf, qerawstsdhxf, Xerxujious!”\n\nI repeated that last sentence three more times, noticing that each time I repeated it, the lights would get just a little bit darker. Good touch. It made it seem like the demon was getting closer and closer.\n\nAnd the third time I finished chanting, the room went pitch-black, making my heart jump for a second. Heh, that was good. Smoke drifted down from the ceiling, and I tentatively sniffed it. It smelled strangely sweet, and I kind of liked it. But it was way too dark. How were the cameras going to pick anything up? After another few seconds, I started to get impatient. Maybe the special effects broke? I glanced at the monitor again, only to see it was dark. Maybe a power outage?\n\n“Hey, guys? Where are all the explosions and stuff?” I called out, only to get no reply back. “Guys? Karlie?” Ugh, they probably couldn’t hear me through the door. I stood up and stepped out of the pentacle, annoyed at the waste of my time. I should be playing Valorant or something, but here I was in a dark room, trying to summon a demon.\n\nBut the second my foot left the pentacle, the room exploded into fire. Flames rushed up the walls, blinding me with the sudden light, and I squealed and lept away from the door. It took a minute for my racing heart to calm down, but I was excited. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and I was grinning like an idiot from the jumpscare. Damn, that was good. But I’d already stepped out of the pentacle, so I’d probably have to come up with something to tell the viewers.\n\n“Woah, you guys won’t believe this…” I said in an awestruck whisper, “The demon set my room on fire… I sure hope I didn’t fuck myself by stepping out of the protective circle!”\n\n“*You kind of did. What kind of idiot falls for the oldest trick in the book?*” A deep masculine voice boomed from behind me. I squealed in terror again and whirled to face the demon. Holy… Shit… Albert did a fantastic job with the Incubus.\n\nHe was 7 feet of pure muscle, his ebony skin glowing in the firelight as he stared at me with amusement. His red eyes glowed like embers, and a hungry grin stretched across his face as he casually undressed me in his mind. Two grey ram horns curled above his head, their golden tips reflecting the flames that danced across my walls. Rock-hard abs and beautifully defined muscles graced his body, and as my eyes swept downward, I blushed when I saw his cock. It wasn’t even erect, and it was already at his knees. Where did they even get prosthetics like that? And why was I… So horny? My nipples were poking through my thin top, my pussy was gushing into my shorts, and the longer I stared at his cock, the weaker I became. My legs were already trembling, my breath coming short and fast, and I had to resist the urge to masturbate in front of this amazingly well-designed demon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Looking for prompts for some modern times supernatural/scifi mischief
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"content": "He discovers people believe whatever he says so long as he starts his sentence with \"You know, studies show...\" and follows it up with something not too specific. It's not a psychic power. More of a cognitive hack.\n\nA data analyst mentally attributes values and tags to his coworkers to better remember who they are and what they're like. He literally sees little stat sheets next to everyone he talks to. One day he flicks his wrist and one of the values changes. To his surprise the persons behavior changes to match the new value."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Employee x Boss's wife prompts
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"content": "Rachael walked into work, seeing her photo up on the wall for the firs time as \"Employee of the Month.\" When she got to the lockers to get ready for her shift, George handed her an index card, \"what's this for,\" she asked. George expecting the questions replied with a smile, \"Employee of the Month perk hot shot, at lunch time, you drive down to that address, the bosses house and fuck his hot wife. You get to take all the time you need too.\" \"...I...but...I..,\" was all Rachael could stammer out. That was when Amie handed her a Post-It note and chimed in, \"Combo for locker 69, it has all this extra parts for us girls. There are a few options in there, all completely optional of course. Only rule of locker 69 is to follow all the cleaning instructions in the notebook in there.\" Amie smirked as Rachael took all of this in. That was when Jerry the foremen said with a serious face, \"this is no joke, boss is expecting it and sees it as a reward. He'll be insulted if you don't. You got the afternoon off paid, overtime if you need it even,\" Jerry winked, Jerry never winked."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Aslan scholar and passenger on a Far Trader asked the gunner and astrogator if they could mate while she observed to better understand Humaniti. For some credits and to kill time, they agreed. Unfamiliar with Humaniti culture, she mistakenly assumed the gunner was male and astrogator female.
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"content": "Thaddius and Gwen looked at each other. They were in jump for a week, so not much needed to be done. The agreement was for a quick research session, including observing the act and questions. Thaddius had thought about Gwen with some hope, and the same was true vice-versa, so it only took them both less than a bottle of Narcolethe to finally be up to it.\n\n\"So,\" Thaddius nervously shuffled his hands around. \"You wanna listen to music or...\"\n\nGwen smiled widely and pulled him in close, making the astrogator hush while slowly turning red. Tira nodded satisfactory, expecting this reaction in her own species and happy that Humaniti could follow the *natural order*.\n\n\"I actually love hearing my name, sweet meat.\"\n\n\"Th-that's h-hot...\"\n\n\"Mmm... S-s-stutter for me, Astro.\" But Gwen's lips stifled any other words as she kissed him. Her hands groped at his tailored uniform, just shrugging her own jumpsuit to the floor, revealing her well-endowed arms and legs. Thaddius slipped out of his jacket and trousers to reveal that the math nerd kept toned and rocked it commando, his member stiffening. They moved to sit next to each other on the bunk, Thaddius banging the side of his head on the upper rack. A small giggle escaped both of them.\n\n\"Is that all, then?\" Tira asked disappointedly. \"The clumsiness of the male broke your passion, so-\"\n\nGwen's smile never dimmed. \"Not even close, Dr. Pervert. Laughter is welcome in most of our encounters, sometimes required. It shows an ability to be at ease with your lover. Otherwise you get cramps.\" She laughed and Thaddius smiled.\n\nTira nodded slowly. \"Yes, cramping is a mood killer more than laughter.\" She leaned in closer. \"You may continue, then, if it's still alright.\"\n\nThe Humans turned back to one another and began a long-fantasized love-making that had the Aslan voyuer asking many questions.\n\n\"Such attention, with your mouth, is called 'oral'? Uninspired but accurate.\" \"How do you find the taste? Chicken? Small fowl is the usual taste?\" \"Changing rythms seems counter intuitive. Angles I can understand, but rythm?\" \"Mounting her from behind is called what? How unfortunate.\" \"Ejaculate *is* irritating when it is in one's fur. Do you lick it up? Only sometimes?\"\n\nAs the Humaniti subjects recovered their breath in the bunk, Tira wrote down her last notes and closed the notebook. She stood up, straightening her blouse and adjusting her glasses. Her gaze fell on the subjects and she gave that rare curl of her lip that signified a smile. \"Thank you, Engineer Devis and Astrogator Holversandt. I have learned much. I hope we can continue these sessions throughout the week.\"\n\nGwen sat upright with a startled look on her face. \"More research? I thought this was a passing fancy; some 'light reading' for someone like you.\"\n\n\"I believed so when this started, but you two look like you could teach me more. If you are willing.\" Tira reached a paw out and ran it over Gwen's throbbing mound and tasted the fluids running off of her. \"Hmm. Chicken, indeed.\"\n\n(omfg I thought I was going crazy when I recognized \"Aslan on a Far Trader\". haven't thought of this system in years! thanks for this prompt)"
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