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Write a story using this writing prompt: Fucking My Best Friend In Her Sleep | [
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"content": "Hi,\n\nThanks for posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts. Unfortunately, your submission was removed for the following reason(s):\n\n> * **SIMILAR TO ANOTHER PROMPT POSTED THIS MONTH:** If the prompt being posted is similar to another prompt that was posted within the last month, then it will be removed. Search the subreddit before posting to make sure there isn't any repetition. Your post is similar to \nyour other recent post about fucking a sleeping friend.\n\n> * **PMS/PERSONAL COMMUNICATION/PARTNER SEEKING:** Asking for PMs is not allowed. All information necessary for the prompt must be mentioned in the post itself. Similarly, asking for or giving personal communication information is not allowed. Also, looking for roleplaying partners or long term writing partners is not allowed.\n\n\n\nWe hope this won't discourage you from posting in /r/DirtyWritingPrompts in the future. If you feel your submission was wrongly removed or if you have any questions or comments, feel free to message the moderators through the link in the sidebar.\n\nThank you"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where everyone gets powers on their 16th birthday, yours says ~AGE RESTRICTED CONTENT~ | [
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"content": " Two years.\n\nFor two goddamn years, I had waited for my powers. They were supposed to show up when I turned sixteen. As my friends gained the ability to fly, phase through walls, and teleport, I sat without any powers at all. The power card I'd received only said \"age restricted content.\" The pill was in a bottle that couldn't be opened, even by two people with super-strength. I should have thrown it away.\n\nI stared at the clock. Only one minute until I turned eighteen. Only one minute until I could legally drain my parent's liquor cabinet. After that, I could get rid of this stupid bottle.\n\n\"Happy birthday to me...\" I sighed.\n\nThe clock struck twelve. Something popped. The bottle had opened.\n\nThe bitter pill stuck in my throat. I coughed, but struggled it down. There was another piece of paper in the bottle. Once I read it, I understood why I had to wait.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nJessica was waiting near the bus stop. Her dress seemed to be a little too tight for law school. She'd gotten \"heightened wisdom\", so she could probably argue against the dress code. Her hair was tied into a neat bun.\n\nAs kids, Jessica and I had joked that we were \"secret twins\". We had the same birth date, but she was a year older. She was my first crush. When I didn't get my powers, she decided she wanted nothing to do with me.\n\nShe barely looked up from her phone. \"Hey, Danny. What do you want now?\"\n\n\"It's my birthday...\" I smiled.\n\nHer eyes widened for a second before she regained composure. \"Right. Happy birthday.\"\n\nI touched her hand. \"Want to help me celebrate?\"\n\n\"I have class...\" she began to mutter. \"I... I can get notes from somebody else.\"\n\n\"That's right. My birthday only comes once a year.\"\n\nWe headed to Jessica's room. She smiled lazily as she sat down on the bed, pulling the top of her dress down to show off her bra. My pants were already starting to get uncomfortable. I yanked the dress off, and she went in for a clumsy kiss. I pulled her close.\n\nOnce our lips connected, she was filled with a new energy. Our tongues danced. She rubbed fervently against my bulge. It didn't take long for the rest of our clothes to end up in a pile.\n\nShe didn't even hesitate. The second Jessica saw my dick, she slid it in. Her tight, fit body was impeccable. I had to take a breath to calm myself. This was too good.\n\nI set a slow pace, letting her squirm and cum. Her face twisted in orgasmic pleasure. Her twitching legs begged me to speed up, but I held out for as long as I could. This was something to be savored. As soon as I had finished admiring her, I finally gave her what she wanted. Her pussy gripped me as I thrust harder and faster. Her moans reverberated off the walls. My cum filled her.\n\n\"Danny... you're incredible,\" she moaned. \"All my friends should fuck you.\"\n\nI would fuck them. With super seduction, I could fuck whoever I wanted."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was always the girly guy in the group. The long haired, wide-eyed pretty boy. So why was it such a shock to the guys to see him rocking that sexy (nurse, witch, etc.) costume at the Halloween party? | [
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"content": "It isn’t gay if you’re underway. That saying, or something like it, has been getting repeated in the U. S. navy for about as long as “gay” has been a euphemism for homosexuality – and there's plenty of evidence that sailors have been relieving boredom and frustration with buggery and blowjobs for much longer than that. If you’re packed in with a lot of other men for three months or more, well, you adjust.\n\nThe bases in Antarctica were like that too. You were as thoroughly isolated there as if you were underwater on a submarine. Isolated for months on end, and even if women now served in Antarctica the same as on navy ships, there weren’t many and they weren’t exactly accessible. The Antarctic bases had developed a few traditions for coping with the bleak isolation. Drinking was heavy and inevitable, with jokes about “situational alcoholism.” Any excuse for a party; when I was in Antarctica, there was exactly one Frenchman at our base, but we hung up a French flag in the mess hall and celebrated Bastille Day on his behalf. Mostly by getting extremely drunk and trying to sing *La Marseilles* over and over again late into the night. There was a tradition of a “midwinter beauty contest” at that base, where we’d have a drag show and vote on the most convincing cross-dresser. It was almost compulsory to participate if you hadn’t grown a beard, and plenty of those with beards competed too. When I was there, there were a few women serving. They didn’t compete, but they got into the spirit of things – I remember laughing until I cried when one woman started catcalling the finalists. Anyways, there was this story I heard about after the midwinter show, from some of the men who’d been there... maybe they exaggerated, but I’ll repeat the story as I heard it.\n\nMike Khan (not his real name) was a graduate student from Indiana. His father had immigrated from northern India, but his mother had been a Midwestern farm girl and he’d gotten his height from her. He’d been a tall but slender man, somehow soft, who’d shaved and waxed his body hair but grown his hair out like a hippie. I’m not sure what his project was, but he spent nearly a full year down there with the science team. He was a bit of an outsider because of his hair and his softness, his effeminacy. Most of the scientists were shy and socially awkward, plenty of neckbeards. I don’t think they were necessarily actually homophobic, but even if you would be open to trying something, there can be a reluctance to do anything that would make people think you would be. If that makes sense. The contractors were mostly overweight, bearded, fellows like you’d find working North Dakota oil fields – they drank a lot and tried to focus on how much money they were making. The military men tended to get depressed and drink at least as much as the civilians, while complaining that they hadn’t been assigned to Hawaii or somewhere like that instead. Whatever their reasons, people didn’t make friends with him, not at first. Well, when the Halloween party came around, he showed up in a sexy nurse costume and stole the fucking show.\n\nIt says something, that so many of those who had been there still remembered it years later. They’d decorated the mess hall and were having a party, and then he showed up. There were a few women, but none of them were wearing sexy costumes; they wanted to be taken seriously, and I can’t blame them. The men were getting down to some serious drinking, because that’s what they did whenever they had a party. Then in comes this woman in a slutty nurse costume, and that’s the center of attention. The scientists started a huddle, they didn’t recognize him and were wondering if it was one of the nurses from the medical center. They’d been drinking heavily, so when a couple of them started making some racy jokes they were all laughing. Mike came over just as one of them was saying something about how he’d like to offer the sexy nurse a ride on his face, and how he’d even shave his beard if she said that was a prerequisite before she’d get on…\n\nMike heard the whole thing, and was grinning broadly as he spoke:\n\n“Aw, that’s so sweet. I never did like scratchy facial hair on someone going down on me.” The bearded joker nearly choked as he realized he’d been talking about, and everyone else broke down into laughter as the realization spread. Mike apparently made a hit even after they knew who he was. He flirted outrageously, did some dancing and was generally the center of attention.\n\nThe story didn’t end there, of course. I remember the laughing drunks telling me the story around a table after the midwinter beauty contest. There were scientists and contractors at the table, and most of them had grown beards because that was the fashion… about half of them had participated in the contest as a joke, and some were still dressed for it. One of them admitted he’d been the one who’d made the joke about shaving his beard.\n\n“Lets just say, Mike was really popular after that party. Really, really popular.” A pause to chuckle, then: “For some reason, I shaved off my beard that year.” General laughter, more after he added: “Wasn’t the only one, mind you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] (Incest) Hit me with your steamiest/kinkiest father-daughter scenario. | [
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"content": "He is the father of twin daughters who're only distinguishable by their haircuts. He was having a secret affair with the one with the shorter hair but his other daughter found out and wants in. After cutting her hair to match her sister's she makes a move on her dad. Does the other sister catch them and join at the same time or does the dad get twice the sex without anyone knowing what's going on?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Theme Thursday: Worldbuilding | [
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"content": "Main Story Prompt:\n\n[Sexual Freedom & Liberation Act](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/iht3mm/wp_the_year_is_21xx_the_sexual_freedom_liberation/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)\n\n'Enter' doesn't work for Post Titles. It's supposed to read like this:\n\n>[WP] -The year is 21XX\n\n>-The Sexual Freedom & Liberation Ack has passed\n\n>-Exhibition is now both legal & common\n\n>-Pet/Owner relationships are on the rise\n\n>[WPx3]\n\n>[1] Average day of a 'Pet&Owner' walking around town\n\n>[2] You just opened a 'Pet Training' Shop\n\n>[3] You mistakenly sign up for 'Pet Training'\n\nFollow up Story Prompts in the same universe:\n\n[The daily life of a 'Cow' Girl](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ilgshx/wp_eu_the_daily_life_of_a_cow_girl/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)\n\n[The daily life of a House 'Pet'](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ixeump/wp_eu_the_daily_life_of_a_house_pet/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)\n\n[So, your parent is also a pet. Tell me, what was that like?](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/iyh2g0/wp_eu_so_your_parents_also_a_pet_tell_me_what_was/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Main character with powers/skills at a festival - Looking for prompts around a idea I had | [
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"content": "A metorite fell from earth one year ago, which lay on top of jobes pc for almost a year. It wasnt until there was an accident that caused his PC to be wired into the mains that he found out the metorite turns people invisible as long as an electrical charge is passed through it.\n\nSo the festival is near and he thought this would be one amazing oppatunity to make some easy money by sneaking people into the festival. So he would blindfold people activate the metorite and get them in.\n\nAll things come with a cost and the energy the metorite gives off is picked up by the dark ones. They come to the festival and stat consuming people while looking for the metorite, people just keep on dissapearing until it gets bad enough that the local goverment locks down the festival to keep anyone from escaping.\n\nThe metorite also has other unknow properties, but one thing joe had leanred is he must stop the darkone from getting their hand on it and he must try to survive the culling and help anyone else he can. \n\n\nIts a festival so there can be lots of nudity, sex, drugs, and screaming women as they are murdered by aliens that disolve your flesh until your a poddle of goo."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A different type of bomb and tension | [
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"content": "\"Dis vill be the last time ju have interfered vith my plans, monsieur.\" The villain hissed. \"There is no goodbye, as I do not vish you vell. So long!\" With a cheery-wave, he left the room with his minions, leaving the hero and the scientist he came to rescue next to the nuclear bomb he was supposed to disarm, tied together, on unbreakable chairs, backs toward each other. \n\n\"Now what, genius?\" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. \n\n\"I should be asking you that, as you are the actually certified genius,\" the hero chuckled. \n\nThe scientist rolled her eyes in exasperation, \"Seriously, what now? They emptied all our pockets. I don't even have any pocket lint, not that it would help.\"\n\n\"Well, there is one tool they had not found...\" Hero trailed off.\n\n\"Let me guess, it's down your crotch?\" Scientist replied in exasperation.\n\n\"How did you... Never mind. You are the genius.\" Hero shrugged, difficult considering the amount of rope on him. \n\nScientists exploded, \"Dammit! This is no time for jokes!\"\n\n\"That was not a joke. I really do have one last escape kit. But I can't reach it.\"\n\nScientist sighed, \"Then we're doomed.\" \n\n\"But you can.\"\n\n\"If this is some trick to trick me into feeling you up...\" Scientist hissed. \n\n\"You'll probably invent a dozen times to kill me slowly, assuming we survive this. I guessed that much. \" Hero said seriously. \n\n\"Okay... Where is it?\"\n\nHero told her. \n\n\"You... you want me to...\"\n\n\"It's a proven fact that heterosexual men do not want to feel men's crotch or butt. And we really are running out of time. \"\n\n\"Fine! I'll do it!\"\n\n\\*Shuffle shuffle\\* \n\n\"Argh! Your belt sure is tight. And you have hair back there, Ewwww!\"\n\n\"More action, less criticism please!\"\n\n\"Okay, I think I found the entrance... \"\n\n\"ARGGGGHHHHHH!\" He screamed and jerked. \n\n\"What?!\"\n\n\"Your nails, woman! UNHH!!!!!!! I think I'm bleeding.\"\n\n\"Shut up, whiny boy. I felt it. I just need to get it.\" \n\nHero hissed in pain, \"Fine, be careful this time, please!\"\n\n\\*\\*Shuffle shuffle GRUNT Hiss of pain\\*\\*\n\n\"Got it. Wow, how do you go with this thing up there?\"\n\n\"Liquid diet. Now careful with that. The laser has enough power to cut through steel. Don't want you to lose any of your beautiful fingernails. \"\n\n\"What I need is mind-bleach so I can forget I ever touched... ouch!\"\n\n\"You all right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I think I am loose... I am loose. Hold on...\"\n\n\"There is a little time on the nuke. Can you disarm it?\"\n\n\"Nope. I'm a theoretical physicist, not a bomb disposal technician. You?\"\n\n\"There was some training about bombs, but not nukes with multiple tamper-safes.\"\n\n\"Then I guess we need to get out of here.\"\n\n\"The bleeding can wait.\"\n\n\"You will never let me forget that, will you?\"\n\n\"Neither will you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CC] Anyone have any CC for how to better this forced-bi/cuckold prompt? | [
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"content": "Hello. I do not have any experience with roleplaying so I’m sorry if I get something wrong. The thing with writing prompts is that the one who makes the prompt doesn’t have much saying in how the story will be written. You can make suggestions with your prompts but that’s about it and people are free to take them or not. Another thing with writing prompts is how long is the prompt itself. A writing prompt is supposed to give a basic idea for a writer to elaborate on it so they are usually 2 to 3 sentences long. For example, I personally wouldn’t pick up your prompt not only because your kinks aren’t the same as mine but because even if they were the amount of the detail put into how the story will develop doesn’t really allow me to be creative. As I said earlier a prompt is little more than a basic idea for a story which means that whoever decides to write your prompt (if someone decides to write in the first place because nobody here is forced to do so) can and will develop the prompt however the fuck they please/see fit. From what I have understood about roleplaying is that both people will write the story together and because they write it together they have to come into an agreement on how the story will develop, which kinks they will write about and which they won’t. That is so both of them are pleased with the result. With writing prompts it is not like that. Here only one person will be writing and as such they don’t have the need to come to the levels of agreement necessary for roleplaying. And bear in mind that most people here will take into account their own kinks before yours. On a final note be aware that when you make a prompt you will most likely receive a short story with no continuation."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Queen is defeated, her armies broken, she is at the mercy of the revolutionaries. | [
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"content": "As the revolutionaries marched through the palace, smashing colums, ripping wires from the walls, and hauling out every piece of art, or jewellry they could get their hands on, the supreme-commander of the 7th Brigade entere in the Queen's personal chamber, placed a sword to her throat, and ensured that she wait, until the Supreme-People's Commissar arrived. As he did, the young queen, last of her line, choked back tears, issued the statement drafted by her Cabinet, in case of the \"Worst Case Scenario\".\n> I am glad you have come here, Supreme-People's Commissar. I now, in the interest of preventing further bloodshed within our beloved commonwealth, I officially surrender. \n\nAt that last remark, the SPC burst out laughing. Not a laugh of victory, but of genuine bewilderment, as if he's just been asked by someone whether the sky could stay up, during a particularly harsh wind.\n> How could you possible surrender to us? Your government has crumbled, your armies have disintegrated, your power of command over the realm is non-existent. There is no question of you surrendering your power to us, your power has crumbled. One cannot give what one does not have. For you to \"surrender\" at this point, is to give your assent to your execution, after the blade has already sheened through your neck. \n\nThe Queen took a second to absorb these words, and sighed. \n> So that's the fate that awaits me now, is it? Decapitation. \n\n> You should be so lucky\n\nThe Supreme-commander barked out, before being silence, by the SPC's glare.\n\n> No, your majesty, you are not to die. You are to suffer. You are to learn to suffer like your people have suffered, for so long, under your, and your ancestors' reigns. And it begins, with this. \n\nOn that last word, the SPC snapped his fingers, and some junior-assistant brought in a metal chest, with a palm-lock. It was an intricate device, the inner-workings a network of circuits whose patterns, and functionings are no lost to us, passed down from the ancients, of the first galaxy. The SPC opened it, and, taking the queens crown from her head, placed it inside the box. He locked the box, and placed it on the floor. It immediately rose up, to a hovering stance, and began glowing, brighter, and brighter until it was a stunning white. Eventually the glow subsided, and the box returned itself to the SPC's hand. He passed the box to the queen, and ushered a simple command:\n> Open it!\n\nThe Queen studied the box for a second, knowing that she recognized the symbols carved into the outer layer from some ancient history she read as a child, but unable to place it. She eventually relented, ushered a prayer to the gods of her home planet, and opened the box. Inside she found a collar, forged from her crown. The same metal, and jewels, but in a new, neck-shape, and it the same markings on the side, as were found on the side of the box. From this, she intuited the same circuits also. She remembered immediately the box's power, and screamed, dropping it to the floor.\n> NO! NO! ANYTHING BUT **THAT**!\n\nShe screamed in vein, before the soldiers in the room restrained her, and the SPC attached the collar around her neck. \n> Oh yes, my dear. The people of this world will take everything you owe of them, and then some. \n\nAs the collar went on, the Queen's mind went blank. She felt almost meditative, as though she were focused on a task, to such an extent that the fixation became soothing. She began to feel warmth building under her skin, which eventually grew until it was unbearable. The hot flashes got stronger, and the sweat began to pour down her, she frantically ripped off all of her clothes to cool off, so maddened by the heat, that she completely forgot that there were others in the room with her. \n\nAs the heating cooled, the meditative state returned, but this time with more of an edge of suggestibility to it. She felt like she needed to do something, but couldn't figure out what, oh if only someone would come along, and tell her what to do, it's so hard having to think all of the time! That last thought made her giggle, and as she began to giggle harder, and harde, finding it funnier, and funnier, she looked down, at her naked body, and realised that she couldn't help but play with it. She began masturbating in the room, unaware of the others around her, grunting, and moaning, perpetually repeating \"Please tell me what to do, please tell me what to do.\" Each of the men in the room were tempted to answer her request, but the SPC made it clear any who did would lose his tongue, this is too delicate a procedure to allow any interference. \n\nAs the queen came, the passion left her, she was finally able to cease giggling, and her mind began to return to normal. Her naivety, and meditative state left her, but her suggestability remained. She was suddenly conscious of the half-dozen voyeuristic eyes pointed at her naked flesh, and horrified, attempted to cover herself with her arms, but when she did, the heat returned full force, this time without the meditative state to help numb the pain, so she uncovered herself immediately, and lied, paralysed, unable to bear the humiliation of being seen so naked, but unable to cover herself, she simply covered her eyes, and tried to pretend that she was anywhere else. \n> Uncover your eyes. \n\nThe command came from the SPC, and the queen's hands jerked away from her face, without any decision on her part, it was like when you take a shiver in the night, and your leg simply *kicks* in bed, without you in any way directing it to move. The queen tried to move her hands to cover her eyes again, but couldn't, they were frozen. She moved them to her hips, and they moved, she moved them to her hair, and they moved, but if she tried to move them to her eyes, then they simply froze where they were. \n> Stand up\n\nThe queen, just as instinctively, swung her legs from the bed, and through herself to her feet, standing perfectly still. She tried to speak, but found the words caught in her throat. Whether from fear, confusion, the box's power, she could not say. \n> Turn to face me, and spread your legs. \n\nThe queen obeyed, looking her conqueror right in the eye, and spreading her legs, giving him full view of her sex. She struggled with all her might, willing her body to move into a crouching position, that she might maintain some dignity, but she failed to do so. She tried to speak, to call her captor every filthy name, in every bastard-tongue, under every sun she had ever stood below, but nothing would come out. The SPC simply walked over to her. Placed his hand over her warm, radiating, exposed cunt, without touching, and asked:\n> May I? \n\n> OF FUCKING COURSE NOT! \n\nThe Queen cried out, in greater angst than she had ever felt. Before trying to proceed, with more, but finding it caught in her throat again. \"So that's the answer\", she though. \"I can only speak when spoken to.\" The SPC merely chuckled, and returned to his seat. The Queen was curious, and concerned at his lack of response, until she began to feel it again, that same overwhelming lust, which had her masturbating before her sworn enemies mere minutes before. She attempted at first to resist the urge to do so again, but the urge grew stronger, and stronger, as her cunt grew warmer, her muscles tenser, her mind, more and more clouded, and the itch under every inch of skin grew impossible to scratch any other way, she gave in, and began to rub her clit, the feeling of relief was immediate, and extreme, she almost cried, and for a split second, didn't even care that she was being viewed. She'd hate them for this afterwards, but in this moment that didn't matter, because in this moment she was going to make herself cu-\n> Stop touching yourself!\n\nThe queen's arms snapped sharply back. She could now no more touch her cunt, than her eyes, and the feelings of lust, and insatiability grew stronger again. She needed to come, by any means necessary, but there were no means, and now she actually did cry, not from humiliation, not from defeat, but from sheer fucking desperation, for any kind of relief. And at that exact moment, the SPC, grinning like a bastard, simply stepped forward, returned his hand to its position hovering above her cunt, and once again asked: \n> May I?\n\nHad he asked her a mere 20 seconds earlier, she might've refused him, 10 seconds, and she could've at least acquiesced begrudginly, but by now she was too far, gone, and the only reply she could muster, was a belted out:\n> YES! YES! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, FUCKING FUCK ME ALREADY!\n\nThe SPC undid his trousers, and pulled out his cock. Before uttering yet another command. \n> First drop to your knees, and show me if you really want this. \n\nThe queen did drop to her knees immediately, as unwilling as when she uncovered her eyes, and rose from her bed, but after that, she felt the compulsion drop. Her body did not suck the cock before her automatically. If she was going to come, she would have to choose to suck the cock of her torturer, and she would have to admit to herself later that it was a decision she made, and she made it for no greater cause, than his dick in another hole of hers. She would tell you she struggled with the decision for a second, but the truth was she made her mind up as soon as she realised it was her call to make. Her burning-blood, and throbbing clit ensured it. She just took a second to act on her decision, because she knew she was going to hate herself later. \n\n(Part 1/X)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As mainstream films become more daring in what they show in sex scenes, a dorky guy finds gainful employment as a "Stunt Penis" in Hollywood | [
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"content": "\n\nHollywood and entertainment are evergreen and yet ever evolving. From radio transitioning to television to superhero movies being blockbuster material. The newest innovation however was a little taboo. As the old saying goes sex sells.\n\nBut most of the actors and actresses aren’t willing to go raw on camera fro one reason or another. Which is where people like Mark come in. Action heroes have stunt men while other movies have stunt genitals. That get paid just as well, their union, and get regular tests not to mention getting to bang each other. \n\nMark isn’t your every day leading man. He wasn’t a stud with ripped muscles, he was more of a cutie with a lanky frame who’s a tad bit clumsy. But most of his stunt partners will jump at the chance to work with him. \n\nMost of his partners are like him, a little awkward and probably not gracing magazine covers anytime soon but their not Quasimodo either. Usually when he walked into the studio, he was handed a note with the name of his partner. But instead of a note, he was just greeted by smirks and catcalling. \n\nConfused he made his way to the director of the film. The other actors were mid-scene so he had to wait. He watched as the scene went from a nice, quiet dinner to a nice romantic fuck. \n\n“You’re up in five Mark.” The director whispered.\n\n“But who’s my partner?”\n\n“Melissa Kaven...”\n\n“Are you serious? She’s a big time actress and one of the hottest people in the world.”\n\n“And she heard how good you are and wanted an authentic orgasm for this scene...speaking of, pants off tiger, you’re up.” \n\nMark shrugged and undressed quickly. Melissa waited on the prop bed naked as the leading man exited the scene. As he passed mark he flashed the tattooed wedding band in his finger and patted mark on the shoulder.\n\nHe wasn’t usually nervous but usually his partner was just a fellow exhibitionist not a world famous actress. He worried he wouldn’t be able to perform especially as her sultry green watched him climb onto the bed. He smiled and pulled the condom on and the director gave his cue...\n\nIt went great. Mark had no trouble performing and made her cum. The director called cut and Mark stood up and extended his hand to Melissa. \n\n“Miss Kaven, may I say I was extremely flattered and honored.”\n\nShe took his hand and slowly stood up. \n\n“You were excellent Mark...”\n\nShe leaned in closer to his ear. \n\n“Why don’t you come back to my trailer for another round so I can repay the favor...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tales of Repression and the Love Which can Overcome it | [
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"content": "Pt 1\n\n*Disclaimer: Depression*\n\nWith the camp was set, the fire lit, and the duties assigned the party began its normal evening routines. Andrian had agreed to take the first guard shift, freeing Le-Ann to fulfill her secret mission of exposing Rasnat. From the moment they had recruited the mage she felt something horribly off about him. No doubt he had the taint, but the non-believers of her party refused to listen. \n\n“He has done us no wrong.” They all insisted.\n\nThe rest of the party may have bought that Rasnat was a mage without too much question, but Le-Ann was still determined to snuff out all heresy in the name of her goddess. Not taking any chances, she waited for the team to disband before following him.\n\nIt wouldn’t take much, just some evidence that he was consorting with daemons, or maybe he was a spy for the evil king! He would tip his hand, the sprite young cleric knew it, and once she had her evidence, they could bring him to justice.\n\nShe spotted him at the edge of the woods. Keeping a low profile, she followed.\n\nRasnat walked painfully slow for her liking, pausing every few moments before continuing. Honestly, it felt like they had been traveling for miles. Le-Ann could only breathe the world’s softest sigh of relief when they reached the nearby creek. The ‘Mage’ took one last look around before setting his sack down. She watched him through the dark with intense interest as he brought out a sheet of parchment.\n\nPerfect! All she had to do was wait for him to leave, grab those plans or evil rune or whatever, and run back to the party. Their spy would be revealed, and she’d be a hero.\n\nMore evidence? Once the parchment was laid neatly on the stump he pulled out… a lute? Where had he been keeping that? Why would a spy/warlock/cruel monster have a lute? The man clutched it carefully, caressing the strings as he slung the strap over his shoulders. What came next caught the cleric completely off guard.\n\nHe was… singing? The normally guttural voice of the bald man gave way to a smooth tone. His words and pitch carried to her ears, filling her with awe as she watched the performance. He sang of love and hope and courage carried by those hurt but still choose to have it. The voice was like a hand against her face, caressing her as she streamed tears at its beauty. She didn’t know when she stood up and walked closer, but she made no sound while he sang on, harboring no animosity in his hymns.\n\nHours felt like they had passed by the time he had finished and yet a sense of emptiness replaced the elation. What was left to witness after hearing that melody?\n\nFinally, she spoke. “I don’t understand.”\n\nHe replied calmly “It keeps them away.”\n\n“Who?”\n\nWith a brief illumination spell, the cleric didn’t feel but certainly felt them. Their gnawing, inky darkness. Eyeless slits gazed with ravenous contempt. \n\n“I was wrong about you sir mage, you’re no monster.”\n\nShe put a hand on her shoulder. “Kind of you to say, but I can assure you I am.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Marvel][Incest] Haunted by dreams and memories of her deceased father, Adult Morgan Stark travels back in time to meet him again. However, he is not exactly how she remembered him to be. Getting the attention of the Playboy Tony Stark. | [
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"content": "Fifteen years has passed since the legendary group called Avengers, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes defeated the Mad Titan named Thanos and his threat of destroying all life in the universe. Fifteen years since the death of the Invincible Iron man.\n\nA young woman squats as she lays a wreath of red and yellow roses on a tombstone that reads, “Here lies Anthony Edward Stark”\n\n“Dad, wherever you are, I just want to say that I miss you. I miss you so much and I hope that you are happy.” The twenty-year-old Morgan Stark murmured as she looks at the gravestone then looking up as if praying to the heavens hoping that her father is listening to her. \n\n“You know, I dreamed about you last night. I always do. I dream of the day you left me and mom. I dream of hugging you.” She added as tears started flowing out of her eyes. “I love you 3,000.” Now chuckling as she remembers the bittersweet memories of him. \nTo her, he was a loving father and an outstanding man who saved the entire universe. The universe’s greatest hero.\n\nDr. Morgan Stark recently received her PhD in Engineering and Quantum Physics from Massachusetts Institute of Technology or MIT. She is as equally brilliant as her late father Tony Stark. Although she chose a life different than him. She refrained to be a superhero but rather chose to become a Physicist under the guidance of Dr. Bruce Banner.\n\nA gentle gust of wind suddenly blows behind her as if to say that he is with her and everything will be alright. She stands up and wipes away the tears on her cheeks. “Well dad, thanks for the hug. “ she says before turning around and walks towards her silver 2038 Audi e-Tron.\n\nDriving fast along an empty road before turning towards an unpaved rural path and going deeper into the forest. Stepping on her brakes, she stopped her car next to an old dilapidated cabin. A cabin that she once called home when she was a small child, now looks haunting and unkempt. Nobody has lived in it for so many years, at least since her father’s death as her mother insisted that the place only brings painful memories. Looking at the lake in front of the cabin, she remembers building a tent over by the side of the lake and playing with her dad.\n\nWindows of the cabin are either cracked or completely broken off, cobwebs are all around the entire structure while dusts coats its surfaces. Wooden steps creaks as she steps on them. The door’s worn-out screen netting flaps invitingly as she turns the handle, hinges creaking as she slowly swing the door open. The place looks and feels haunted.\n\n“How I missed this place.” She sighs almost tearing up remembering of all the happy memories that comes flooding her mind as she looks at every corner of the cabin.\n\nProceeding down the basement, to look for the arc reactor that houses Iron man’s nanotech to use for a project she is currently working on. The piece was advance for its time. Even now, there is nothing that can compare to the technology the great Tony Stark once used. He is afterall, a real genius.\n\nScrounging tool shelf after tool shelf, trying to figure out where her mother must have hidden it. Walking in reverse, her ass touches a large machine covered in a tarpaulin that is labelled with “Project Time Heist”.\nUncovering the large tarp, it features a circular platform, an arc reactor glowing on its side. It is a small prototype time machine that her father built before moving to the bigger model that now sits in Dr. Banner’s office collecting dusts. She noticed the prototype white and red suit standing inside a glass container with a single vial of red liquid of the Pym Particle.\n\n“This must be how the Avengers went back in time.” Morgan thinking to herself as memories of her father started flooding her thoughts. As a child, she had always been a “Daddy’s girl” and rightfully so as Tony spoiled her with everything she wanted. Maybe there’s another chance for her to spend sometime with her deceased father and that chance is right in front of her.\n\n“That’s it! I want to meet him again.” She says out loud as adrenaline starts building deep within her as the thought of meeting her dad once again just became a reality.\n\nGiving herself a week in preparation, it gave her enough time to get the items she needs for her journey; such as, false documents with new identity, carefully selected bills that matches the proper year, and an old USB that contains information she might need to live in the past.\n\nMorgan now standing up in front of the machine, wearing the iconic red and white suit before slamming down the lever to give life to the machine. She punches down the coordinates of the place she wants to go and setting the date xx/xx/2007, a random day well before the time Tony Stark was kidnaped and became Iron man. The machine glowing brightly and whizzing wildly, adrenaline rushes down her entire being… *Poof!* She’s gone."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ghost-Writing my “Autobiography” | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ghost-Writing my “Autobiography” | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Theme Thursday: Inhuman | [
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"content": "Megan swallowed nervously as the door leading into the garage rattled announcing the arrival of her husband Steve. She shifted in her wheelchair and straightened her skirt and top. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest in anticipation of the gift she had for him.\n\nThe door opened, and her wonderful husband of twenty years entered. He was a tall, lean man in his forties with dark hair greying at the temples.\n\n\"Well this is a nice surprise,\" he declared when he saw her waiting for him.\n\n\"How was your day?\"\n\nSteve rolled his eyes. \"Just another day at the lab.\"\n\nSadness and jealousy filled her at the thought that she could not work beside him now at the robotics lab where they had met. Since the accident that cost her the feeling and movement below her waist, her life had spiraled down into depression. That was until she discovered a new purpose.\n\n\"I have a surprise for you,\" she said.\n\n\"Ooo… I like your surprises,\" he chuckled.\n\n\"Follow me.\"\n\nShe turned her wheelchair and led him through the expansive house paid for by her patents in robotics and the settlement with the company.\n\n\"This is a good surprise,\" Steve chuckled when he saw she was leading him to their bedroom. \"I like surprises involving the bedroom.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"You're always horny.\"\n\n\"How can I not be married to a hot, sexy, intelligent woman like you?\"\n\nMegan could no longer have sex. At best she gave Steve the occasional blow job and hand job, but it was not the same. For her, she was satisfied with the extra affection he poured on her, but guilt filled her that as a wife she could not do the things he desired.\n\n\"Close your eyes,\" Megan announced.\n\nWhen her husband complied, she opened the door and ushered him in.\n\n\"Stand there. Don't move.\"\n\nWith a gesture, her surprise moved forward.\n\nSteve yelped as a hand slid along his stomach and cupped his crotch. A second hand caressed his shoulder. Third and fourth hands gently but firmly gripped his wrists and held them by his sides.\n\nThe robot stood around five feet tall and was made of a white synthetic material giving it the appearance of the robots from \"I, Robot\" though with a more feminine look. The robot stood on tip toes and kissed his neck; that had turned out to be the hardest part – designing lips that could kiss.\n\n\"Meet Emma,\" Megan said.\n\nThe harder Steve struggled, the firmer Emma's grip and the more aggressive her fondling grew. Her free hands unzipped his pants and carefully guided his penis from its prison. Megan was pleased to see he was growing hard.\n\n\"Did you build this,\" Steve asked breathlessly.\n\n\"I did. Emma, let Steve go.\"\n\nEmma complied and stepped away slightly.\n\nMegan had developed a sense for what her husband found erotic and had used the knowledge to create Emma. He had a thing for short, petite women with average breasts as well as a taste for porn involving robots. Not human looking robots; the kind that left no doubt that they were artificial. Emma was a snow white except where her joints and supports could be seen which were black. She was anatomically correct with both a vagina and anus; their tightness and moisture could adjust dynamically. For humor, Megan had added a regenerating hymen which produced artificial blood when pierced. Her mouth worked almost like a human's sans teeth. The breasts were pliable and could produce a non-toxic liquid when suckled.\n\nMegan looked at her husband anxiously. \"Do you like her?\"\n\nSteve stepped forward and felt Emma's body. \"She is amazing. I can't believe you did all of this without me knowing.\"\n\n\"You don't come in my lab,\" she accused.\n\nOne of the perks of being the chief robotics scientist had been the generous amounts of money her former employer had given her for pet projects. Much of that had gone into the construction of a home lab that her employer never complained about because it meant she was focusing more on designing new products.\n\n\"I thought you said that was your private space,\" Steve retorted.\n\nHe was right; she had asked him to stay out. But that was before the disaster.\n\nMegan rolled over to their large bed and climbed out of her chair onto it. Then she patted the space next to her, and Steve joined her.\n\n\"Emma, join us please.\"\n\nEmma walked over smoothly and settled between the two.\n\nThe robot's surfaces were covered in microsensors that measured everything from body temperature to heart rate to perspiration.\n\nEmma leaned over and kissed Steve on the mouth. At first, he was stiff and mechanical in his response, but soon he became passionate when Emma began running her four hands along his body and undressing him. Emma's mouth had a tongue was longer than a human's and her mouth warmer than the average person's.\n\nSteve was soon naked on the bed, and Megan was topless. Her catheter made her self-conscious to be naked even in front of her husband, so she kept her skirt and thigh high socks in place.\n\n\"Please be gentle,\" Emma whispered in a nervous tone. \"It's my first time. I'm a virgin.\"\n\n\"Oh god,\" Steve gasped and turned to Megan. \"I think I'm going to cum before we have sex! You're a very naughty person!\"\n\nMegan stretched out on her side and shuddered when Emma stretched out began stroking her shoulders and breasts lightly. The additional hands meant Emma could provide attention to both of them.\n\n\"Take me please,\" Emma pleaded and guided Steve atop her.\n\n\"This is… really weird.\" He said. \"Wow. She's so warm.\"\n\n\"Her body's temperature changes based on the mood,\" Megan explained. \"It rises and falls based on your heart rate to keep you at optimal arousal.\"\n\nMegan guided her husband's hand to Emma's breast, and he gave them a light squeeze. While the breast was somewhat small, it was tipped with stubby, wide nipples and areolas.\n\n\"Check this out,\" Megan teased. She slipped a finger into the nipple. \"You can even have sex with them.\"\n\n\"That's wild,\" he laughed. \"You have a strange imagination.\"\n\n\"Oh Megan,\" Emma cooed and pulled her creator's head toward her artificial breast.\n\nMegan kissed the breast and nipple and was rewarded with a sweet, thick liquid that seeped from pores.\n\nSteve sucked on the other breast and reached over to caress Megan's side. Excitement extended from him to her. Megan took his hand and slid it down to between Emma's thighs to her crotch. The labia parted exposing a clitoris and urethra.\n\n\"Oh Steve…\" Emma whined \"I need you in me.\"\n\nMegan took Steve's penis in her hand and positioned it at Emma's vagina.\n\n\"Yes,\" Emma whispered. \"Yes. Take me.\"\n\n\"Fuck her,\" Megan said excitedly.\n\nSteve penetrated the robotic pussy.\n\n\"Oh shit! She's so tight!\"\n\nEmma cried out and pulled him closer. \"That feels so amazing!\"\n\nSteve's eyes widened. \"Oh fuck!\"\n\nThe walls of the vagina would fill with warm fluid gripping his penis; they also had a pulsing device that felt like a massager.\n\nEmma cried out loudly. \"Harder Steve! Fuck me harder!\"\n\nHe thrust harder and harder.\n\n\"Megan! Oh Megan!\" Steve's entire body spasmed as he released his seed into Emma. He let out a guttural moan in primal satisfaction. \n\n\"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!\" Emma cried out over and over in a voice that grew louder with each thrust while bucking her hips against him.\n\nWhen the last of his energy was spent, his cock slid free was a pale coating of red on it. Steve slid onto his side next to Megan facing her with a look of pure ecstasy on face.\n\n\"Go clean up Emma,\" Megan commanded.\n\nEmma climbed from the bed and left the room.\n\n\"That was so amazing and wonderful,\" Steve said a bit breathlessly. \"You're such a wonderful wife. I love you so much.\"\n\n\"I love you too.\" Megan wiggled closer and snuggled against her husband enjoying the feel of his naked, warm body against her. She closed her eyes and smiled as ideas for improvements to Emma formed in her mind."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] What We Do With The Shadows | [
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"content": "As the smoke cleared, Lios rose to his feet, brushing off the dust from his black and torn thigh-high stockings. The explosion had launched him back several feet, and knocked off the large brimmed witch-style hat that once topped his windswept pitch hair.\n\nHe grabbed his hat from the mist-covered ground below, setting it atop his head. He glared at the magic circle drawn on the floor.\n\n\"Damn it all... did it fail?\" He wondered out loud with his soft, girlish voice. He took his thin, mildly curvaceous frame and mocha hue over to a wooden desk where spellbooks, scrolls, potions and alchemic ingredients were strewn about.\n\nHe leaned over forward, grasping notes and papers, desperately looking for the error in his calculations. The math had checked out... so why didn't work? Lios wracked his brain, furrowing his thin eyebrows, darting about his golden eyes. The way he was leaning, he was bent over, his plump behind would be exposed to the other walls of the cellar were it not for the rear flap of his dark dress.\n\nA soft sound, like a low whistleling began to permeate the basement. Somehow like a violent howling wind, yet almost as quiet as the scampering of a mouse. Lios paid it no mind for the time being. Likely didn't even notice it.\n\nJust as he didn't notice a figure standing behind him. Nothing but black. An infinite darkness in the mold of a human. No features, the soft light of a nearby lantern flickered softly, yet cast no light upon it. Tendrils spilling from its back, phasing into and out of three-dimensional space. When hitting the ground, they were reduced to shadow. When dipping back up, they took form with volume.\n\nLios huffed. Unable to find a solution, he stood up strait and rested his gloves hands upon his wide hips.\n\n\"Guess I'll tackle this conundrum tomorrow.\" He grunted as he turned around with eyes closed. He walked forward narry a step before bumping into the shadow figure. Opening his eyes and looking up, he saw the vast abyss of lightless ebony stare back at him.\n\nLios screamed, clamoring backwards into his table, knocking over whatever sat upon it.\n\n\"Ma...aa...sss...t..er...\" a low growling word rumbles from the black depths of the shadow creature. It stepped forward and raised a single hand... as if wanted to help.\n\nLios, heaving from almost dying of fright, quickly calmed down as the realization sparked within his mind.\n\nA smile appeared upon his cute face, replacing a grimacing mouth once dripping with fear. \"It worked!\"\n\nHe climbed down from the table to examine the creature. He looked it over, seeing that it was indeed a being of pure darkness. A shadow given the third dimension. He felt squishy to the touch, almost like the outer membrane of a slime, but tougher and unable to be pierced with his mere hand. Down its body Lios hands went.\n\nUntil he found a certain... appendage he was not expecting. Touching it, he knew exactly what it was he had his hand wrapped around. Lios blushed. What he was touching, was pretty big.\n\nAround that same time, Lios felt the ghostly touch of the creature upon his ass, groping and toying with his plump cheeks.\n\nA passage from his research echoed within his head.\n\n\"And it shall form. And it shall seek the one it calls God, and desire.\"\n\nWhats happening now? The bonding process. A simple ritual to ensure everlasting obedience.\n\nLios was hesitant at first, but as the seconds passed with the beasts cock throbbing within his soft hands, and a deluge of digits daring to invade his asshole... Lios initiated the ritual.\n\nDown to his knees Lios descended, where his head was near level with the pitch black cock of the shadow creature. He felt hands upon his head now, hands that slowly dragged his skull forward until Lios' mouth was plugged by a thick lightless erection. The mage had never performed such an act before, and despite it being an otherworldly shadow demon, he trusted the beast to know what to do. \n\nAnd it did. Clutching Lios' hat by the wide brim, the beast shoved his head backwards away from his body, and then pulled him forward back into his crotch. Each time Lios' face was shoved into the beasts groin, its cock reached a new checkpoint within his slimy, warm throat. Spit dripped from the witch boy's shifting lips, dragged across an nearly etherial phallus. The dark cock sloshed about tightly within his throat, bulging against the mortal walls of his gizzard.\n\nLios hadn't considered what this thing's cum would taste like, or if it even could cum, until the beast violently shoved its erection against Lios' mouth, slapping his soft dark chin with a heavy ballsack. The beast was ejaculating. Ropes of what Lios could only consider was seed shot down his throat like fireballs. The spurts were hot like them too. At least, thats what Lios thought. He had never sucked off a man before. Or a pitch-black visage of one.\n\nJust like the blackness that made up his body, what seems to serve as semen was also blacker than the night sky. Lios held his hands together and let the ooze drip into his palm. It was warm... and sweet. As unappetizing as it looked, the black sludge had a sugary tinge to it. Lios held his mouth open, accepting the waning jolts that leaked from the beast's wilting erection.\n\nLios found his body to be hot, unbearably so. He tore off his black lace panties and backed up against the table. Climbing backwards atop it, he lay upon his back and spread out his legs. Pulling up the silk fabric of his dress, Lios revealed his nethers. One cute little cock, dripping slowly with pre-cum and shaven sack. And one twitching asshole, ready to be invaded by the beast's demonic anatomy.\n\nSmiling, Lios spread his backdoor apart with his fingers. Seeing a tendril make its way to his butt drew excitement and vibration from his eager cock. While the beast quickly recovered, its tendrils teased the taught pink skin of his anus. Prodding against the narrow entrance with a morphing head. From simple rounded appendage, to fingers, to imitations of the human phallus.\n\n\"Maaa...sss...terrr...\" The beast growled again as it brought its body to Lios' hole, resting its shaft against the mage's perenium and rubbing softly. Tendrils snaked about, crawling about Lios' body. One in each hand, one laying upon his chest and oh so close to his grinning mouth. Another wrapped gingerly around his cock, another slowly caressing his sack.\n\nOnly place left unattended was his ass, but not for long. The darkness shoved his entire length into the mage, violently knocking against his prostate and forcing cum to shoot from his penis. All the other appendages morphed into some sort of phallic limb. The one upon his chest shot into his mouth, plugging his hole with thick, warm darkness. He pumped his hands to pleasure the two tentacles caught in his palms.\n\nThe bonding process had reached its apex, the most intense phase before the creature would submit. But for the time being, Lios was lost in this mess of lust and shadows, considering being filled with inky black demon cum a more than welcome price for such a minion."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Whether by tragic accident or old age, you've unfortunately died. The good news is that you've lived a good enough life to go to heaven!! But when you arrive you learn that God has decided to step down and crown you as the new ruler of the universe. | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Looking for The Mandalorian roleplays! | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] November 2020 Contest: What could possibly go wrong? | [
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"content": "\n\nA late start, a mass traffic jam, an angry boss, and pushy Jehovahs Witnesses, the day couldn’t end soon enough for Allen. As he walked into his home all he wanted to do was crack open a beer, watch the Bears blow it, and go to bed, he figured it couldn’t get any worse...then came a knock on his door. He opened it and was greeted by the enthusiastic grin of his best friend Rob. \n\n“I need an industrial size box of condoms and your moms garlic bread recipe…”\n\n“...slow down, come in.”\n\nRob shrugs and enters the house. \n\n“So condoms and home made garlic bread?”\n\n“Yeah my girlfriend Lilly is throwing a little welcome home party for her friend and she really loved your moms garlic bread when you gave me some last time. You should’ve seen her ears perk up.”\n\n“Ok, so is this an orgy or are the condoms just a fail safe. “\n\n“Nah they’re all for me and her. She’s a rabbit Faunus and her sex drive is off the charts. I know that sounds like a stereotype but trust-.”\n\n“Dude, dude I’ve had a long day and now you’re telling your dating a bunny girl?”\n\n“Yes and have been for a few months.”\n\n“Why haven’t I met her yet I’m your best friend?”\n\n“Because I remember your little crush on Lola Bunny.”\n\n“…dude.”\n\n“Kidding, kidding, she’s just super shy, she was an adorable wreck when she met my folks. “\n\nAllen contemplated his alcohol intake for a second while he dug out the garlic bread recipe. \n\n“When’s the party?”\n\n“She said about nine. So that gives us a couple hours.”\n\n“She’s having this shindig a little late isn’t she?”\n\n“Her and her friends haven’t seen Rebecca for a whole month, everyone was eager to see her again.”\n\nAllen nodded and pulled his coat on. \n\n“So would Lilly mind if I tagged along Rob?”\n\n“No actually I was going to ask if you wanted to come.”\n\n“Yeah I could use it. Besides what could possibly go wrong that hasn’t already today.”\n\nAllen smiled a little and him and Rob left to get ingredients and the condoms. The bread took no time at all and the two headed over to the party just a little after nine. They were greeted at the door by Lilly, who threw her arms around Rob and kissed him. \n\n“Sorry were late babe.”\n\n“Oh shush it’s a only like a minute or...two...oh my God!”\n\nRob held up the Tupperware container in his hand with a smile and a Lilly took it from him, hugging him again. Behind him Allen cleared his throat. \n\n“Aren’t you going to introduce us Rob?”\n\n“Oh yeah, forgot my manners.”\n\n“You never had them.”\n\n“Your lucky I love Lilly’s laugh...anyway Lillith this is my best friend Allen. Allen, Lillith.”\n\nThe two shook hands and Lilly invited them in. They followed her into the packed house. \n\n“Hey Allen, help me take this to kitchen?”\n\nAllen looked to Rob who with a an all too familiar devilish grin encouraged Allen to follow her. Allen shrugged and followed Lilly as she pushed her way through the crowd to the much less crowded kitchen. Allen saw another rabbit faunus talking to a cat girl and assumed one of them must be Rebecca. Lilly put down the garlic bread and then tapped Allen on the shoulder. \n\n“Hey Martha, mind giving us a minute?”\n\nThe cat girl nodded and left after giving Rebecca a quick hug. \n\n“Rebecca this is Allen...he’s the guy Bobby told you about.”\n\n“Oh yeah, I’m Rebecca.”\n\nShe held her hand and Allen shook it. \n\n“Allen...but I guess that was already established huh?”\n\nLilly smiled and patted Allen on the back before leaving.\n\n“So Bobby said you were gone for a while...”\n\n“Yeah, my brother in Florida got married! And before ask, no she wasn’t a bunny girl, she was a human. Do you want some punch?”\n\n“Is it spiked?”\n\nRebecca giggled and lightly grabbed his wrist. \n\n“No sorry. Long day?”\n\n“Ugh you have no idea.”\n\n“So tell me then, I’ve got these big ears for a reason.”\n\nAllen smiled and walked through to the punch table with her. As the party went on, the two continued to talk and even shared a dance. Contrary to both they’re personalities they found themselves sequestering in Rebeccas room to chill out for a bit. \n\n“Ugh it feels so good to sit on something that isn’t an airport seat. “\n\n“Man I wish my friends had this comfy of a bed for me to crash in.”\n\n“Men am I right?”\n\n“Guilty.”\n\nRebecca smiled and laid on her side. \n\n“So is your night stating to turn around Allen?”\n\nBefore he could answer they was a sudden commotion outside. People screamed and scattered. Allen and Rebecca jumped up as Rob burst into the room. \n\n“What’s going on?”\n\n“Cops, they said they got swindled trying to take a drug trafficker...”\n\n“...Rebecca, did you check your bag before you left the airport. “\n\n“No, I was in such a rush to get home...”\n\nHer ears flopped down and she almost started to cry. Allen wrapped his arm her and held her close. Lilly calmly walked the cops into the room and handcuffed all four. And Allen heard a small voice in the back of his mind. \n\n*The day couldn’t have gotten any worse right?*"
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"content": "Fuck... That was my last words as I saw this giant truck slid across the road jump the divider and ram into my face.\r\n\r\n\r\nNaturally I died, still young at 32 l, alone and a virgin male. But hey no problem atleast I am in heaven, and the angel athe front gate who showed me in said they would give me a new body which I love.\r\n\r\n\r\nWell cool I taught, I had no complaints. My overweight heavyset body with a below average face held no special attachment to me, so I readily agreed and thanked him, gotta be polite.\r\n\r\n\r\nSo when I opened my eyes I was eager to check out my new bod. As I looked arround it felt a little weird, I felt a little woozy as I could see full 360° view. It took me just a minute to get used to it.\r\n\r\n\r\nAs I got used to it I looked down at my body and was shocked, all I could see were mass and masses of thick tentacles, not those like the ones on octopi but more like a squid. basically I was like the Pokemon tangella without the eyes or feet, I was a massive field of tentacles and I mead a really massive field . \r\n\r\n\r\nSome of the tentacles were thick ,long and uniform throughout except at the end while others thinned out to the ends like a squids.\r\nThe ends of the thick ones really looked like a dick with foreskin and all.\r\n\r\n\r\nWhile I was thinking what the hell had happened, I saw the same angel who had led me in comming down from the sky with a orange glow arround her. When se was some feet above the massive field of tentacles I had become she stopped and the glow receded into her body.\r\n\r\n\r\nI was stunned at the sight before me as the angel was now completely naked. Mann she had a nice pair of tits. Everything was so clear in my eyes and I could see a smirk form on her lips.\r\n\r\n\nShe moved her hands to her breasts and gave them a squeeze and said \" ho..ho.. you like them\" then she turned arround and pushed her ass up and said \" I taught you would like my ass more since you were staring at it from the time we met\"\n\n\nWait how did she know that. She said again \" yes I can read your taughts.\"\n\n\n\"Why are you like this, well it's your job for the next 1000 years, you were pretty useless on earth and only reason you made it here was because you didn't do anything bad. You didn't do anything exactly.\"\n\n\n\" So you have to earn your keep here. This job is perfect for you after all, all you did was watch hentai all day and isn't your favourite genre tentacle hentai, congratulations you get to fuck a bunch of girls and futas to, you like them right.\"\n\n\n\" Why would heaven have such place, well lust is a lovely emotion afer all and we encourage it eternity can be a really long time, heaven is basically a one big orgy.\"\n\n\n\" And a lot of girls here would love to be ravaged by a swarm of tentacles so it's your job for the next 1000 years to satisfy all of them. After that you can enjoy heaven proper.\"\n\n\n\" yes you are not the first, the last guy just retired luckily you came in, and I believe all those terabytes of tentacle porn in your hard drive would have given you a perfect idea on how to perform\"\n\n\n\" Yes you will only get girls and futas too, no men would come, you couldn't please one anyway. They have another one. There are currently Thousands of tentacle fields, maybe after you finish your job you could personly visit one. or any other pleasure place.\"\n\n\n\"Yes you will not be a bunch of tentacles after your job is done you can freely choose your appearance. you could even change into a futa and pump a girl full of futa cum, that is your dream right. so work hard\"\n\n\n\"NOW FUCK ME MADDD\" She yelled and jumped down and soon more naked women begain falling from the sky and on to my tentacles field and some of them were futas too. And I rushed all my tentacles to those delicious holes."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] atypically sensual | [
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"content": " - Cuddling with the werewolf boyfriend. Big fluffy buddy. love the way he laughs.\n\n - My gf is a mad scientist. She accidentally made a bunch of clones of herself, and now they're all competing to give me the best birthday present.\n\n - An Epic Cosmic Sorceress has forgotten what it's like to be a simple mortal, so she's recruited a boyfriend who's just a normal dude, and is trying to do normal mortal romance.\n\n - Two BDSM subs, tied up together in a sex dungeon, fall in love with each other.\n\n - A sensual and charismatic skeleton has won your heart, but he is made of bones, so he cannot fuck. \n\n - My beautiful wife bought me a sexbot that's a perfect copy of herself. I bought *her* a sexbot that's a copy of *myself*. Now the sexbots are crudely copying our romance!\n\n - A magical girl falls in love with a gentle and compassionate tentacle monster."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Apparently no one told her younger brother's loser friends that he was out of town when they showed up at her house that she thought she'd have to herself for their weekly D&D game. After enough begging, she agreed to let them stay and if they were going to be there, she might as well join in. | [
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"content": "Jessica beamed when the doorbell rang. She'd ordered Chinese food and was looking forward to her little brat brother not mooching off of her. She guessed it wasn't fair to call him little anymore. He was eighteen and was going to graduate from high school this year. That was why she had the house to herself, he and their parents were off at some fancy tech college touring the campus a few states over.\n\nWhen the door swung open Jessica's face fell. It wasn't the delivery driver. Instead it was four of her brother's dorky friends. Each of them carried a bag that looked like it was full of study supplies but she knew better. It was Friday and that was Bobby's stupid game night.\n\n\"Hey losers.\" Jessica teased. \"Bobby's not here. Didn't he tell you he was touring colleges?\"\n\nAll four of the dorks looked crestfallen, even the girl. Jessica struggled with her name. Patty? Pammy? Something with a P right? The three guys looked at her pleadingly... well two of them did. Ed always looked at her with a mix of embarrassment and lust.\n\n\"Come on Jess,\" The lead dweeb begged, that was Erik if she remembered. \"Can't we just hang out here and play? My folks don't like me having guests over on their book club night, Ed's Mom thinks DND is satan worship, and Tommy is just a loser without enough space.\"\n\nJessica rolled her eyes even as everyone laughed good naturedly at Tommy. Honestly he just came from a big family and with five younger siblings running around the house it was hard to have game night at his place.\n\n\"What about her?\" Jessica said nodding towards Paula. \"Go to her place.\"\n\n\"My Mom thinks hanging out with boys is going to get me pregnant.\" The younger woman mumbled and the three guys rolled their eyes.\n\n\"Ugh, fine.\" Jessica relented, they were going to pester her until they got their way. Or they would end up sneaking into the garage to play there. It was too cold this late in November for even her to make the dorks suffer like that. \"But you guys gotta pay for my Chinese!\"\n\nWith a cheer the dorks all agreed to chip in for her food as they made their way into the house and started to set up at the table. Books and dice began to appear along with character sheets, notepads, and pencils. As they were setting up the door rang again and Jessica finally got her kung pao chicken. She tipped the driver well with her own cash since she wasn't using her own money for the food itself.\n\nTaking her meal to the living room she set it down on the coffee table and went to the kitchen for a plate and a fork.\n\n\"You know the container folds out to a plate, and they included chopsticks.\" Timmy chimed in as she returned with her utensils and a beer.\n\n\"Yes, dweeb,\" Jessica rolled her eyes, and set her stuff down. \"But I'm not some fat ass who is going to eat this all at once. And fuck chopsticks.\"\n\nTommy just shrugged and went back to setting up his spot while Pauline opened a bag of doritos and poured it in a big bowl to share. Ed was filling the fridge with a case of Mt Dew and Erik was placing their own order for pizza. Jessica took a pull from her bottle of beer, glad she'd stocked up. If she had to put up with these dorks all night she could use a few.\n\nShe'd just settled on the couch and started reading her book when she heard an argument at the table. The works were pointing fingers and trying then at character sheets and the spot her dork brother normally sat. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.\n\n\"What the fuck are you arguing about?\" Jessica shouted, all three of the guys going silent even as Phoebe popped another Dorito in her mouth with a loud crunch.\n\n\"Well Billy is usually the DM.\" Erik started, but Jessica cut him off.\"\n\n\"D M?\" Jessica looked at Erik like he was stupid. \"What's that?\"\n\n\"Dungeon Master,\" Ed chimed in helpfully. Jessica immediately imagined her little brother dressed like some silly fetish dom and had to suppress a giggle. When she clearly still looked confused Ed continued. \"He's the one who tells the story, like the director for a play... And all of us play characters while he sets the scene and what is going on.\"\n\n\"So my brother is King Dork?\" Jessica said incredulously. She got the concept, she wasn't dumb, and pop culture these days was filled with geek culture, but fucking with these dorks was more fun.\n\n\"Kinda.\" Tommy shrugged. \"But without him we don't have a game to play. Ed always goes gor a TPK, Erik is too Monty Haul, and I'm just shit at setting proper CRs.\"\n\nJessica had no clue what any of those meant but she honestly didn't care to know. Again she glanced at Penny. The other girl just shook her head like Jessica was nuts and didn't even say anything. Jessica rolled her eyes and closed her book. Grabbing her plate and her beer she went and sat in Billy's spot. The group stared at her in mute shock.\n\n\"What?\" Jessica growled. \"If my dork of a little brother can do it I can. You babies just need someone to tell you a story right?\"\n\n\"Ummm, I guess.\" Tommy said with a frown. \"But... you don't know the rules?\"\n\n\"You dorks do.\" Jessica countered, \"I'll make shit up, you guys figure out the rules.\"\n\n\"It's a bit more complicated than make shit up.\" Erik said with a frown. \"DnD is an epic tale of adventure, magic, and fantasy...\"\n\n\"I get it,\" Jessica cut him off before he could launch into whatever speech he was gearing up for. She drank deeply of her beer, wondering if it was too early to crack open another. \"It needs to captivate the audiences attention, be compelling, and draw them in so it feels like they are a party of the story not just listening.\"\n\nErik stared at her in amazement. Then slowly nodded his head as he looked at the others who nodded in agreement or shrugged.\n\n\"Look I paid attention suring four years of high school drama,\" Jessica said and went to grab another beer, on a whim she brought the rest of the six pack. \"And a couple of acting and improv classes during college didn't hurt.\"\n\n\"Alright,\" Erik said with a thin smile. \"We'll let you have a shot.\"\n\n\"Excuse me?\" Jessica nearly snorted. \"Seems like without me you all don't have a place or a person for a game. You play by my rules.\"\n\n\nErik looked less than thrilled but Ed and Tommy seemed game. Peggy just shrugged. The gamers huddled up and Jessica took the opportunity to wolf down more of her Chinese. \n\n\"Alright, you got us.\" Erik finally announced, then added warily. \"\"What're your rules?\"\n\nJessica pointed at the beers on the table. She had her second leaving four in the six pack and there were more in the fridge.\n\n\"Drinking game.\" Jessica said with a grin. \"Everytime you guys miss a roll take a drink. Evey time you lose life you take a drink.\"\n\n\"Hit points.\" Tommy corrected then crossed his arms over his chest. \"And we can't drink, we're under age.\"\n\n\"You're all eighteen right?\" Jessica said giving them a suspicious look. When everyone nodded she shrugged. \"Country says you can go to war and die, seems to me like you should be able to drink. Or are you too much of a loser for a couple beers?\"\n\n\"I don't like beer,\" Pansey said quietly after raising her hand.\n\n\"I've got some vodka and we can add it to your Mt Dew,\" Jessica said with a mischievous grin.\n\nThere was a brief argument and then everyone finally gave in to Jessica's demands and settled at the table. It was two and two for beers versus vodka among the dorks but Jessica was happy none of them were chickening out. \n\n\"So who's what?\" Jessica asked before they got into it. \n\n\"I'm playing Konar the Goliath Barbarian.\" Erik said with a grin. \"I have a magical battleaxe and a couple of other neat magical items for protection.\"\n\n\"I'm playing a tiefling sorcerer,\" Tommy said flatly. \"I'm probably our best offensive mage. Though in hindsight I should have gone warlock.\"\n\n\"I'm playing Ellhendar the Assassin,\" Ed beamed. \"Cast out by the elves for his vicious and cruel nature he became a rogue and joined the thieves guild before he took his first contract for murder.\"\n\nJessica glanced at Pepper, but the girl looked away shyly. Finally, Ed spoke up clearing his throat.\n\n\"She's playing Nixia, a beautiful Kalashtar Druid and our main healer and caster of divine magic.\" Ed said with a amile and Piper beamed.\n\nJessica listened to where the party had left off and then guided them through some encounters in town before they found out about a strange bandit threat. As they gathered information she had each of them do small special things when their characters wanted advantage.\n\nWhen Nixia wanted to wild shape into a cat she made Pixie meow and purr like a cat. When Tommy tried to pick up a bar wench she made Tommy use one liners on her until everyone was groaning and laughing. When Ed wanted to sneak into one of the shops she made him tiptoe as quietly as possible to the kitchen and grab her another beer. Every time Erik said his barbarian was drinking ale and mead she made him take a drink. \n\nBy the time they set off to search for the bandits each of the players had failed enough rolls to have a happy buzz going and Jessica could tell they were loosening up. Payton was even saying her characters lines, even if she still wouldn't talk directly to Jessica. Still they weren't prepared for Jessica's next special request.\n\n\"What?\" They all said practically in unison. They had clashed with a bandit patrol and had rushed into battle.\n\n\"You heard me,\" Jessica grinned broadly. \"If Erik wants to use his Rage ability he has to go shirtless like a barbarian.\"\n\nThere was a brief argument, but he relented, it was innocent enough. Moments later a shirtless Erik was rolling dice. Jessica watched him with interest, it might be the beers, but the dork was actually pretty fit. He had a runner's body and she could see a hint of abs on his surprisingly toned stomach. The fight went well and the party didn't even take enough damage to need healing."
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"content": "[EU][Sci-Fi][Future][Deathworlders][J-Verse][Roswell-Gray]\n\nYou're a [Corti](https://deathworlders.fandom.com/wiki/Corti) who specializes in *organic* body-mods.\n\nDespite being the best in your field, business is at an all time low. All the other races lack imagination; their requests are always *so simple* (and cheap).\n\nLooking to expand into the human market, you post an add on Gal-Net.\n\n Looking For Human Test Subjects\n\n Fee Body-Mods\n\n Will Fill Any Request Possible\n\n (Limited Time Only)\n\nThe replies are overwhelming.\n\n▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎\n\n**Sugestions:**\n\n>!f/f couples and bondage, exhibitionism, furry/anthro, fantasy, and sci fi 😜!<\n\n>!A Human (either male or female, can't really tell the difference) walks in and slams [a picture](https://images.app.goo.gl/hKTQRS8QUwFXKTCy6) on your desk as it makes a loud proclamation: **\"I want a Sheath!\"**!< (My favorite! I think the Corti's reaction and following conversation would be hilarious, especially if the human's a female.)\n\n>!You always *test* out your work before the customer leaves.!<\n\n>!Orgasim Control Implant w/remote control.!<\n\n>!You hire a long-term Assistant/Guinea-Pig; her ideas *never end!*!<\n\n>!Gradually, as your reputation increases, the requests for Mods becom more and more extreme.!<\n\n>!Full *Neko* TF.!<\n\n>!Futa, Sexless, ++Size, ±Body Parts, Tail(s).!<\n\n>!Pet/Owner Fun!!<\n\n>!A human wants to be your Pet.!<\n\n>!A couple humans, one leading the other by a leash, come by to get some *simple* Mods; the *former* ends up leaving with a smiling, new, *Four-Legged, Furry, Friend.* (dog limbs)!< [F/f]?\n\n>!Basically, anything by the artist [**AccessWorld**](https://www.deviantart.com/accessworld/gallery/6001359/comic-pages)!!<\n\n>!They *love* their new bodies so much, they end up fucking right there, in your lab. *(Perhaps you made them a little too sensitive.)*!<\n\n▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎\n\nCorti (all you need to know):\n\n-**Super Smart**\n\n-Lacks Empathy (usually)\n\n-Doesn't *do* sex, but always open to *experimenting* \n\n-*Litteraly* the Roswell-Grays\n\n**Have Fun**"
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"content": "Your friend just arrived on a long distance train journey to a city in another (distant) country for university, and once settled in to their new place, they ask for you to FaceTime. They go on to say that, on the train, they were supposed to get their own sleeping cabin, but there was an unfortunate mix-up and the cabin got double-booked with another passenger. Well, unfortunate at first... ;)\n\n(Gender-neutral terms used to give most freedom on gender. Have fun!)"
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"content": "\"This lovely young woman will certainly provide the best of services,\" called out the round announcer dressed in a black on stage. \"With her short hair, she will be sure to give good oral therapy.\" He chuckled then turned his smile to a frown, \"Now, strip girl!\" \n\nJason clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His rage shook his body down to his boots.\n\nAt first she rejected it, \"No! I won't!\" Yet after a while of being slapped around by the announcer, she finally succumbed. Slowly she undid the strings on the back of her dress then dropped it. Clapping and cheering could be heard from the crowd as her undergarments were on display. \n\nShe was beautiful. Her skin untarnished by the field work, her body relatively well cleaned for the slums, and her curves well accentuated from a meager diet.\n\n\"Show more!\" The crowd cried out. \"Come on lass, show us what ya got!\"\n\n\"Now, now, you know the rules. Pay to play. This is a show and tell yes, but the privates show comes later.\"\n\n12 credits yelled one man! *Do I hear 15?* 20 credits yelled another!\n\n\"25!\" Jason called out with his hand outstretched.\n\nUpon calling out Jason watched as the young woman looked over to him and smiled. *Alice, I'll get you out of here I promise!.* \n\n\"50 credits, hee hee\" an old man chuckled as he held up his hand a few feet meters. His face wretched and burned, his only few teeth poking outwards as he smiled.\n\n*50 credits, that's a whole weeks worth of pay!* Jason called out again, \"75 credits!\"\n\nAlice smirked a small amount.\n\n\"Well, well, well, 75 from this young gentleman! Having trouble in the slums? 75, do we have 80?\" said the announcer.\n\nThe old man raised his hand, \"80\" laughing his rattling cacophony.\n\n*Shit all I have is 90.*\n\n\"90,\" called Jason.\n\n\"90, 90, do I hear 95?\"\n\nThe old man looked to Jason and winked, then smiled again to cast another bid, \"100! I'm not lettin' this one get away!\"\n\n*Fuck!*\n\n\"100, 100, looking for 110!\" A slight pause, \"110, 110, calling it for 100! 100 going once!\"\n\nJason looked to Alice with his jaw open and eyes pleading. *Alice...* He mouthed the words I'm sorry. Then was bumped by a man moving past him, \"out of the way young blood.\"\n\n\"100 going twice, 100 and sold!\"\n\nThe old man lifted his hands and did a silent cheer before erupting into a loud hee hee. He rushed his way on stage and went to pull the chain sticking out of his jacket. It flopped out to dangle with nothing at the end.\n\n\"Thieves!\" Cried out the old man. \n\nFrom behind the crowd Jason noticed as the same man that bumped into him, slowly disappeared into the crowd of the market.\n\n\"Well, unfortunately no money, no honey. Get lost old man.\"\n\n\"But I won, I won!\"\n\nThe announcer called the guards as the old man pleaded and pulled on him. Tearing at his clothes as he was lifted away, the old man cursed, \"fuck you all, the lot of you!\"\n\n\"Young man, it looks like you've just won the bet! Come claim your prize!\" \n\nRushing onto the stage, Jason handed the Announcer the credits who in turn gave him the key to the lock around her ankle.\n\nWhispering to her ear he told her to stay quiet and look solemn.\n\n\"Now, you're mine you filthy whore. Your fucking better be as good as you look or I'll make you look as bad as you fuck. Now get your clothes on we're leaving.\"\n\nThe crowd whistled and cheered. \"Yeah, tell that bitch!\"\n\nTaking her from the stage and out of the market he drug her to a dead end alleyway. \"Alice, as soon as I heard, I-\" \n\nHe was cut off by her soft lips to his. \"90 credits are you mad! That would have been enough credits to make your way out of the slums!\"\n\n\"I was saving, so that both of us could make it out, not just one.\"\n\n\"And now you have no credits.\" \n\n\"But now I have you.\"\n\nJason looked into Alice's eyes and she smiled. Her eyes seemed to glisten before she pulled Jason into her and kissed him, hard.\n\nHe let her handle him and slowly she him to the wall of the alley way and unbuckled his pants.\n\n\"Alice, what are you doing?\"\n\n\"Shh, I'm repaying you, besides, I like it when you talk dirty. After all you just bought me didn't you?\"\n\nWhipping out Jason's cock she began to stroke it slowly. As it became more stiff she moved her head to below his balls and started licking.\n\n\"Ahh, fuck.\" Jason tensed up and moaned. \n\n\"Yeah, tell me how you like it.\"\n\n\"I love it.\"\n\nShe moved from the balls to his tip and swirled her tongue before shoving it into her mouth. Ghh, hah, she took it deep and slow, then came off it. \"Talk dirty to me.\"\n\n\"Don't stop sucking you overpriced whore.\"\n\nAlice stroked the shaft before putting it into her mouth again and continued to bob her head faster.\n\n\"Alice, fuck, you're fucking good.\"\n\nUsing her hand to fondle his balls she sucked harder.\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" Jason grabbed the back of her head and moved her forcefully jamming his cock down her throat.\n\nFeeling the twitch of his penis Alice began to squeeze his balls.\n\n\"Almost... there, hah\"\n\nReleasing his warm jizz, he filled Alice's throat as she squeezed tighter.\n\n\"Hah!\" Jason moaned out releasing his grip on Alice's head.\n\nShe came off his cock and gagged with semen dripping from her mouth, most of it swallowed.\n\nAlice got up to her feet and wiped the saliva from her mouth. \"Good, now we can finish the rest later.\""
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"content": "I noticed you said this was your first time. One thing I noticed, and have done myself, is rushing through the sex scenes. It seems writers in this genre tend to move from one sex act to the next in quick succession. Compared to the rest of the story, the BJ scene was over very quickly. I recommend that after you write it, go back and see if you can fill in some information so it's more fleshed out and feels less rushed. I know the 'excitement' of writing a saucy scene can impact the writing, so it's usually a good idea to try and go back and edit with a cooler mindset."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You’re a teenaged boy who stumbles into the maternity ward in your local hospital, turns out having a baby is magical in a fantasy medicine,witchy sense. The ward sister then pulls you through a portal into the fray of a busy maternity ward how does your teen character cope. | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Futa on Male Prompts | [
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"content": " - An imp has a well endowed paladin imprisoned, and is trying to corrupt her, but her holy protection means the most he can touch her with is one finger at a time, or he'll get burnt.\n\n - a naughty boy snuck into mommy's room and found her new x9000 piledriver fuckbot. She's out of town for the weekend, so why not try it out?\n\n - A buff spandex clad superhero welcomes the newcomer, a dainty magical girl, to the team, and she shows him her magic wand. (it's her penis.)\n\n - boyfriend goes to have dinner with the girlfriend's family. She, her mom, and her little sister are all trying to be the first in his pants.\n\n - he was so proud of having the biggest dick in town, but he was actually kind of bad in bed. To teach him a lesson, a jealous witch stole his dick and won't give it back unless he learns to appreciate it properly from the other end.\n\n - The Adventures of Super Femboy: In this issue, Queen Cannon Returns!\n\n - A catboy drops his ball of yarn, and it bounces downstairs into an open window and lands in the teapot of a book club full of well hung milfs. When he tries to sneak in to retrieve it, they decide to adopt the cute little kitty as their club's mascot(and fucktoy)\n\n - There is one rule in Orc society: Whoever has the biggest dick is the boss. They kidnap a princess, but she's packing a royal sceptre like they've never seen.\n\n - My beautiful, gentle girlfriend is a sweet and kind and adorable, but her dick is so big that it legitimately makes cuddling with her difficult because it gets in the way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Variations to the classic mom/mom's boyfriend/daughter porn theme | [
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"content": "Explore the variations a bit.\n\n1) Mom's boyfriend is having a bachelor party, stripper hired by friends turns out to be daughter. Mom shows up a little drunk from the bachelorette party. After initial action best man/groomsmen could be included in a balancing the scales sort of equation.\n\n2) Mom and daughter have been unknowingly sleeping with the man for a long time. Finally get caught. Instead of getting angry Mom/Daughter/Both decide to explore their Dominatrix fantasies and make boyfriend a submissive sub as payback.\n\n3) I wouldn't write this myself... Start off with boyfriend fucking a MILF and talking about how hot her daughter is. Woman asks him if he likes the idea of fucking a woman and her daughter. Back and forth until he agrees to be blindfolded for the act. Turns out instead of the teen daughter it is HER Mom and her so like 40 and 60s. Just a twist."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] M4f - I'm in the mood to transform someone | [
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"content": "A sweet little housewife (1950s style) she is innocent, freshly married, barely knows a thing about sex. Her husband ends up backing out of the marriage in the early days and she is lonely and frustrated. She says out-loud to herself one night she’ll do anything to try sex out, they’d done it a few times, but to really really do it properly. A demon appears (anthropomorphic) and he tells her he heard her prayers. He takes her away and corrupts her completely."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Jenkins farm always hired help during the summer. Young, able men who were typically home from college. Jazz didn't see why she couldn't apply as well. She needed work for the summer. When she got the job, she saw that she was assigned to help Mrs. Jenkins "take care of the farmhands." | [
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"content": "Jazz blinked a few times at Mrs. Jenkins’ words, thinking that maybe she didn’t hear her correctly. “I-I’m sorry? Take care of them as in,” Jazz leaned forward, her buxom breasts nearly spilling out of her tight white top. Jazz knew she had a good body and liked to show it off, with the added benefit of it cooling her off in the summer heat. Mrs. Jenkins cleared her throat. “Listen Jazz, working this farm is a very laborious task, and our boys have to take on a lot of stress,” Mrs. Jenkins began explaining, talking with her hands, her skin was tanned and freckled from years of working long days on the farm. \n\n“So, the boys, and men, carry that stress with them in their bones, it’s not good for them, and it lowers productivity and increases turn over,” she continued, pushing back a stray blonde hair from her head and tucking it behind her ear, keeping her wavy locks under control. “So, I have taken to relieving some of that stress for the farmhands here, and I would like your help with that,” she explained. \n\nJazz crossed her arms and mulled over Mrs. Jenkins words. “So, what do I need to do exactly?” She pressed the farm matron, she wanted her to explicitly state it, still not sure if she wanted to just report her for some sort of degeneracy charge, or prostitution. “Release the stress, much in the same way a cow needs to be milked, or in this case a bull,” she chuckled. Her face was warm and friendly. \n\n“So you just want me to jerk them off or whatever?” Jazz cut right to the chase. Mrs. Jenkins shrugged, “’Well, that’s one way to do it,” she countered. Jazz smirked, “Do I get paid her handjob, or…?” Jazz raised an eyebrow as she mocked Mrs. Jenkins. Mrs. Jenkins scowled, “No, your compensation will be based hourly, just like everyone else.” She replied sternly. “Seems a little unfair, for being the breeding sow and all,” Jazz teased, crossing her legs, pale and slim, they were highly exposed by her short skirt. \n\n“Oh no, none of that. We have birth control provided for you,” Mrs. Jenkins quickly explained. Jazz’s curiosity peaked, birth control wasn’t cheap, and she liked the sound of that. “So, would I just set up shop in the bedroom, like how many of them would I have to-“ Mrs. Jenkins held up her hand, stopping Jazz’s train of thought. “No, it’s not like that. A key thing here is discretion. These boys have to think you’re special, and just doing it for them.” Jazz scoffed, “Okay, what? So I have to sneak around with, how many of them are there exactly?” \n\n“Eight total, including my husband,” Mrs. Jenkins responded factually. The room filled with silence. “Um, Mr. Jenkins?” Jazz clarified softly. “Yes, he works hard too, and I’m afraid I just can’t keep up with his stamina. Plus, I’d rather know who’s taking his cock, and since you’d be on birth control, there’s no need to worry about a bastard child,” Mrs. Jenkins explained logically. “Aren’t you bothered by the fact he’s your husband?” Jazz asked, finding this situation more bizarre by the minute. \n\nMrs. Jenkins laughed. “Hun, I’ve sucked five dicks since this morning, I think it’s only fair my husband gets some action on the side,” She chuckled, seeming passive about the blatant infidelity. “And besides, I-“ The interview was interrupted by the opening of a door. A young man entered, big green eyes, fiery red tufts of hair poking underneath his tan cowboy hat, his muscular frame was stuffed into a white button down shirt and blue jeans, a large belt buckle drew the attention to a large bulge in his pants. “Mrs. Jenkins, I, oh!” He jumped, taking off his hat immediately as he locked his focus on Jazz, seeming spellbound. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were busy,” He stammered shyly. “That’s alright Todd, this is Jazz, she’s our new farmhand, she’ll be helping out in the garden and with some of the animals, we’re just finishing up and then she’ll be going with Big Jim to learn some of the ropes.” She explained. Jazz kept her cool, irritated she had been introduced as already working there. \n\n“Oh, well, pleased to meet you Miss Jazz,” Todd held out his hand. It was big, and calloused, he smiled awkwardly. Jazz put her hand in his and shook it, “Pleasure,” she replied coldly. Todd nodded, “Alright, I’ll just be headed out,” Todd excused himself. “I’ll only be a few minutes more, I’ll come get you when we’re done,” Mrs. Jenkins said with a smile. Todd grinned, a mild blush hit his cheeks as he quickly closed the door. \n\n“So, guessing he was here for-“ Mrs. Jenkins interrupted “A fucking, yes.” She said bluntly. “He’s a good fuck too, a lot of raw energy, takes quite a bit out of me. You have to coax him a bit, take charge for the first half of it. Then the fire lights up and he ends up doing most of the work, but it’s quite taxing. I usually need a good rest and a stiff drink afterwards.” She continued, Jazz’s eyes widening. \n\nThe words this simple farm woman used to describe getting pounded by cowboy cock, it was insane! Jazz had no idea what she got herself into, but seeing Todd, hearing how Mrs. Jenkins described, “taking care of him,” it wasn’t bothering her at all, it sounded fun even. “Look hun, if you’re still on the fence, here’s what we’re willing to pay.” She slid a piece of paper over to Jazz, who picked it up and read the hourly pay.\n\n“Holy shit,” she said in awe. “Yes, the ranch brings in a lot of money, especially with happy workers, which is where you come in.” She said with a smile. “Okay, when do I start?” Jazz asked eagerly with a smile. “This afternoon, Big Jim will be out in front of the farmhouse at noon, and he’ll introduce you to the boys. We’ll have to work out a tentative schedule, so we don’t get caught with the same guy, and you’ll have to keep on your toes, remember, no one can figure out you’re fucking everyone.” She explained. \n\nJazz scoffed, “I’ve been around the block a few times, I think I can manage stringing along a few country bumpkins,” she boasted confidently. Mrs. Jenkins laughed, “I think you’ll do fine. Come see me if you have any questions. Now if you’ll excuse me, Todd will be on the porch waiting for me.” Mrs. Jenkins stood up and walked Jazz out of the office."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My [25 M] robot partner [5 F] got an entirely new chassis without talking to me first, and now I'm not sure I'm attracted to her anymore, but don't want to hurt her feelings. So what do I do now? | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I wanna write about anthropomorphic characters | [
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"content": "You learn party tricks for fun, to show off and impress people for lighthearted fun. One night, you show off such a trick and your illusion is not welcomed by an actual witch, who curses you to become a rabbit for one week every month, waking up at the beginning of that week in some random forested place.\n\nYou are scared, and don’t know what to do during your first time travelling about in your little bunny body. However, you don’t go long without making a friend. A really good friend who teaches you what it means to be a rabbit in all its facets."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Kinky Fairytales [PM] | [
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"content": " - cinderella, but the fairy godmother bimbofies her.\n\n - \"But Grimsby, eight legs\" \"Seven Vagánias\"\n\n - Jack and the Beanstalk, but the beanstalk is his penis\n\n - Belle has a thing for monsters. Maleficent has a thing for younger women, and the ability to turn into a dragon.\n\n - Flynn Rider try to sneak into the girls' locker room, but get caught and punished by all the princesses.\n\n - Beast(of beauty and the beast) can't go five minutes without a princess trying to seduce him, but he's loyal to Belle. Little does he know, she's organized a surprise party, and invited all the princesses.\n\n - Aladdin and Jasmine's wedding night gets *weird*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : What kind of a lunatic would take up this job because of a fetish? Well, you would. And why do they keep hiring you? Because you're one of the best in the business. | [
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"content": "An Expert in the Field\n\n\"Really? Him? Again?\" I could hear them talking on the other side of the door. Ms. Amer was probably frowning, her patented scowl of disgust right now while the head of the dairy pleaded his case.\n\nI knew the situation, I'd done my research when they called me in. Their production had dropped by nearly 30% in the last year and the quality had dropped as well. Holstaur milk was a booming industry and the girls could make good cash if their product was high quality. Of course they required a bit of coaxing just like a human woman would and that led to all kinds of ethical issues.\n\nThe holstaur dairy industry already faced backlash from so many different sources. Some people thought the dairy exploited hokstaurs for their milk and put them in abusive working conditions. Others thought it was unnatural to encourage a woman, monster girl or not, to lactate constantly. The human purists believed that mixing with monster girls was gross perversion and that any dairy operation should be done only by their own kind.\n\nDuring my schooling I had gotten a lot of flak for studying holstaur biology and anatomy. Oh, don't get me wrong other humans did it too, though most were female, and no one else to my knowledge had had an inappropriate relationship with a live holstaurus specimen. I couldn't help it, the cow girl's leaky udders and thick suckable nipples had just been too tempting, and she had been in heat and overlooked the fact that I was human. It was consensual but still I had been labeled a pervert and a degenerate for sleeping with a beast girl. \n\nIt didn't bother me anymore though. I had parlayed my fetish... my obsession into a career as the best holstaurus doctor and lactation consultant in the world. I'd done most of my early work in Japan where they were far less hung up about interspecies relations and more concerned with efficiency. When Moo Moo Chan brand milk had increased production by 68% and their overall quality had been increased, producing an unprecedented 43% of their product as A grade or above people had started to take notice.\n\nEven after ten years working in the industry I hadn't lost my passion for the job. There was something about the massive milky udders of the dairy girls that I just couldn't resist. Inspecting and fondling the massive milk jugs made me ache with need and I usually had to relieve myself after an appointment. All of those quirks made me, less, than desirable to employ I guess. Still, my phone didn't stop ringing. \n\n\"Fine but if he causes a harassment suit it's your problem!\" I heard Ms. Amer yell before the door to the office flew open and she stormed out. She placed the room for a moment before composing herself. Ms. Amer was a rather beautiful woman in her mid thirties. Her li GB hit brown hair was pulled back in a tight bun and she was dressed in appropriate business attire. It minimized an impressive bust. Human sized D or DD if I guessed right, I usually was pretty accurate but her restrictive bras seemed to minimize her assets. Still those breasts would have been a holstaurus B at best, probably the low end of the scale.\n\n\"Dr. Banks,\" The stern business woman nearly hissed at me through gritted teeth. \"I'll show you to the exam room and you can get started.\"\n\nI smiled briefly and stood up out of my chair. Smoothing my lab coat I picked up my bag and followed after her. I glanced at her ass as she walked in front of me, her heels making a sound somewhat reminiscent of the sound of hooves. I imagined a cute little spotted tail swishing over the woman's sexy little ass and it was an amusing thought.\n\n\"Dr. Banks!\" She must have caught me looking because she seemed pissed. She crossed her arms over her chest as if to conceal her breasts from my gaze as she turned to face me. We were standing in a standard exam room and she was red faced. She moved closer and lowered her voice to a low, threatening growl. \"If I find you have done anything inappropriate I will end your career. I think you are a degenerate and a pervert and my bosses are money hungry sickos for hiring you.\"\n\n\"You may be right, Ms. Amer, or can I call you Laura?\" I shrugged and smiled, showing no sign her threats phased me in the slightest. \"Now if you will excuse me I should get to work, the hourly rate your employer pays me is the truly disgusting thing here.\"\n\nGritting her teeth Laura Amer stormed out of the room. I knew she'd be watching me but honestly there wasn't much she'd be able to so unless I did something truly criminal. Moments after she left I heard the clip of hooves entering the room.\n\nTurning I was taken aback by the beautiful young holstaurus woman who entered. She was wearing the cow print top and shorts that served as a uniform when not in a milking harness and she was stunning. Big brown eyes looked at me with a mix of fear and hope. Her beautiful heart Shaped face was framed by the brown locks of her shoulder length hair and a pair of small cute curved forms rose from her skull. She was curvy in the way a fertile young holstaurus who had yet to calf usually was. Her hips had yet to fully widen and her udders were likely a holstaurus E, rather impressive for a dairy girl who had yet to breed. By human standards they were simply enormous, few women ever had that size naturally and definitely not with the perky firmness that the young diary girl possessed.\n\n\"Good afternoon Daisy,\" I said with a smile having read her name from her chart. \"I'm Doctor Patrick Banks. But you can call me Rick if it makes you feel more at ease. Shall we get started?\"\n\nThe exam started with the basics, height, weight, age, medical and family history. After taking her blood pressure I asked her to take her top off. She blinked at me innocently.\n\n\"W-what?\" Daisy said hesitantly. \"My... my top?\"\n\n\"Yes please,\" I said as professionally as possible. \"I understand you are here because you are having issues producing and it would be hard to diagnose without an examination.\"\n\nDaisy hesitated a moment longer but then unbuttoned her top and slid it off. I had to suppress a groan of admiration. Instead I stepped forward and began the physical exam, kneading and inspecting the heavy flesh of her massive udders and thick long nipples.\n\n\"So your chart says you are barely producing and your milk is Grade C, is that correct?\" I asked as I pulled and aroused her nipples to stand so I could measure them better.\n\nDaisy moaned and let out an urgent moo before looking embarrassed. Whether it was the moo or my question I wasn't sure but she nodded in agreement with the details from the chart.\n\n\"Well,\" I said thoughtfully. \"That is quite subpar... A young woman like yourself, having just turned twenty, should be producing a decent amount and you certainly have the user structure for higher grade.\"\n\n\"I... I don't know what I'm doing wrong Dr. Banks!\" Daisy was nearly in tears now. \"I'm taking all the supplements and listening to the nutritional coaches!\"\n\nI sighed, that was likely her problem. Those quacks knew nothing about the subtle differences between humans and holstaurus women. They fell back on basic human techniques that while tried and true for centuries didn't account for the differences in anatomy and biology.\n\n\"Induced?\" I grunted as I made notes. I was weighing each udder and only by focusing was I keeping the erection in my pants from cooking to full mast.\n\n\"Yes sir,\" Daisy practically whimpered. \"Can you help me? I really need to do better, I'll try anything.\"\n\n\"Anything?\" I exhaled, that was a loaded offer. \"I don't think you really mean that but I can certainly help.\"\n\nDaisy smiled at me and I reached into my bag pulling a few things out. Taking a syringe I filled it with a milky liquid from a vial. Setting it aside I took out a jar of a paste like substance. Then I went to some drawers and pulled out a few more instruments.\n\n\"Okay before we get started I'll explain.\" I said, noticing her hesitation especially over the needle tipped syringe. \"Induction is a poor way to get milk to cook me in. I highly recommend pregnancy, but as you are young I doubt you are ready to start a family. That makes it hard to compete with those Mommy cows with their big milky milf udders.\"\n\nDaisy looked at me in shock that I had called her coworkers Milfs but she didn't say anything just nodding with my examination.\n\n (1/3)"
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"content": "Gloryhole surprise\n\n\nKim was just happy it seemed to be a slow night at the adult book store. She couldn't believe she was about to do this. Kim had been trying to have sex with her friend Tabitha for months now. So when she made the bet Kim couldn't resist the chance. If she won Tabitha would be her sex slave for the weekend, but instead she lost and Tabitha wanted to watch her at the local glory hole.\n\nKim found Tabitha absolutely gorgeous. She was shorter than her, half indian/ half white, and a gymnast. Tabitha was much more adventurous and outgoing. Kim honestly would sit and wonder why they even became friends in the first place. She was much more quiet and reserved. \n\nTabitha seemed to derive a real glee out of dressing her friend up like a big doll and leading her to the glory hole. Kim had shoulder length red hair and a pale complexion that she just couldn't stop complimenting. It was honestly why Kim started to think she might have a chance at moving this from a friendship to a full relationship.\n\n\"Oh, I hope we get some takers.\" Tabitha looked around the mostly empty store, before dragging Kim to the back. \"Hey momma why don't you take your clothes off so you don't get them dirty.\" She said once they got in a booth. \n\nIt felt so weird when Tabitha called her \"Mom\" or \"momma\" but she never said anything about it. She heard some girls do that. So she ignored it because Tabby was so damn hot.\n\n\"Oh momma, you tits are hot.\" Tabby sat back and made a few comments as Kim stripped in the small booth. A soon as she was naked a dick popped through the hole. It was a bit on the small side, but Tabitha was excited to see Kim suck it. She yanked and licked the shaft until it was fully hard. It got a little bigger, but soon after Kim put it in her mouth and really started to suck it.\n\nThe poor little guy didn't last long and didn't give any warning that he was about to cum. A surprised Kim took his modest load in her mouth and swallowed it. \"Dammit.\" She was only putting up with it because it was obviously making Tabby hot.\n\nA few minutes later they got a new cock through the hole. This one was very different. It was black and so long and thick that Kim felt intimidated. She had a hard time managing a dick of this size. It barely fit in her mouth. \"Hey baby wanna slip your pussy on this?\" He called through the wall.\n\n\"No, thanks.\" Kim politely responded. \"There is now way you'd fit, but if you stick around I'll get you off.\" He stayed and Kim did finally get him to cum. There was so much cum it got all over her face and chest. He pulled his dick out and left. Tabby went over and started licking the cum off of Kim's milky white tits and sucking on her soft pink nipples. \n\n\"Oh momma, you're tits taste so good.\"\n\nKim was now hot and ready for another dick. This dick was exactly what she needed. Not too big and not so small. After a good sucking Kim asked, \"Should I fuck this one?\" \n\n\"Oh God, momma. I want to see you take that dick.\" Tabby said as she licked her lips.\n\nKim passed the mystery man a condom and then they got started. Kim impaled herself on the cock and stated to fuck herself against the wall. It felt so naughty for her to use this man like a sex toy.\n\nTabby had her skirt hiked up and was masterbating furiously. \"Kimmy, I will let you use me as a sex slave even though I lost if you will let me ask this stud back to my place for seconds with you.\"\n\nKim grunted hard as she took the dick inside her and weighed out her proposition in her mind. This was hard since she was now cumming hard. \"Yes!\"\n\nWhen the man was done Tabby ran out to catch him before he left. Kim tried to clean herself up and get dressed. \"He agreed.\" Tabby popped back in. \"Let's hurry back to my place. I want to rinse you off and have you stripped by time he gets there.\"\n\nWhen they got there Tabby rushed her to the shower and had her waiting on the bed. She was on her hands and knees with her head down and her ass up. When he showed up Tabitha got him ready with her mouth. She instructed her not to look back. Kimmy just sat there waiting to get fucked. \n\nKim shivered with excitement when he put his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Wait, he was bare back. Tabby tricked her into fucking some stranger bareback. He gripped her thick hips and slid his cock to the hilt. It felt so good to be filled again. He gripped her red pony tail and started at a fast and deliciously brutal pace. \"Oh yeah baby girl. Your pussy feels so good.\" He said it and she froze. She knew that voice. Despite her stopping pushing back, he never slowed his assault on her pussy. That was her Dad's voice. She quickly wondered if he knew that it was his daughter's pussy gripping his dick. After a sharp slap on the ass he figured he didn't.\n\nShe figured she might be able to hide her face after and decided not to let a good fuck go to waste. Kim tried to relax and enjoy herself. In minutes she was cumming all over the same dick that conceived her. He wasn't done, he was still hard. \n\nHe pulled out and flipped her on her back so quickly she didn't know what to do. So she flipped her hair in front of her face. This worked for a bit. He leaned down and slid back into her. Then he pulled her hair out of the way so he could kiss her as he fucked her. He didn't stop to look at her face but just kissed her. \n\nKim started to think she might be able to get away without letting her dad know that he was fucking her. Then right before he came he brushed all the hair out of her face and put a hand on either side of her face. So he could look into her eyes as he fucked her. She could tell that he had just recognized her. He came in her pussy before he had time to react.\n\n\"Uh…hi daddy?\" Kim said as her legs twitched in orgasim. \n\nBoth Kim and her father stopped to look over at tabitha who was still wildly fucking herself with a dildo. She continued despite the confusion of both father and daughter, who silently stood there in shock. They watched as Tabatha fucked herself with one hand and the other pinched a chocolate brown nipple. \n\nHe was still hard and inside her despite coming. Instinctively, his hips started to buck again as they waited for an explanation from Tabatha. \n\n\"Wait… what are you doing?\" Kim said in shock. He didn't answer but he kept fucking her. Kim's look turned into a smile. \"Oh you think you can go another round, old man?\"\n\n\" Watch who you're calling old man, missy.\" He grinned and softly pinched her nipple as the pumps continued.\n\n\"Oh god!\" Tabatha screamed as she came. \"Please just stick it in me!\" Kim's dad froze for a second and then looked at Kim, who gave a smile and nod. \n\nKim laid satisfied and dripping cum from her pussy as she watched her dad screw her skinny caramel skinned friend. After he came in her Tabatha she walked over and got into a sixty-nine with Kim.\n\nAfter Kim's dad got cleaned up and left, she looked at Tabby and asked her, \"Seriously, did you know?\"\n\nTabatha's only answer was a sly smile."
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"content": "\n\nNina smiled at her ingenuity as she walked around the “Sex Box “ she built as a kinky surprise for her fiancée. She stripped down and attached the appropriate signs. She made herself comfortable as she waited. \n\nThe ten minutes seemingly flew by as she waited, wet and eager, in the box. The door opened and her smile grew. She went to greet him but before she could she heard extra voices. She froze and her body became flushed with heat. She couldn’t tell how many there were but she could tell that her being in box with “Use me Jamie!” signs wasn’t something her fiancée could easily pass off as eccentric decorating. She had to formulate a plan. She heard them talking and heard Jamie begin to call for her. \n\nShe couldn’t answer him. He called again and again, she could tell he was getting closer to the box and began to seat profusely. \n\n“What the fuck?”\n\n“James...”\n\nHe jumped back and almost fell over. She cursed under her breath. She knew his reaction startled their guests. Out of options she did the only thing she could think. She burst from the box and quickly rounded the corner and down the hall to her bedroom. She could hear the confused chatter as she quickly pulled on clothes."
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"content": "Here is the eighth of many relatively short and erotic stories.\n\nAs a preface to the story, I will say that I find the topic at least 8/10 on the scale of, \"with bad intention, I summon thee, Lewd Writer\" but I like DnD, so it is what it is.\n\nLike so many games of DnD in the past, our story begins with a group of mighty adventurers. Of course, their real life equivalents are only males and one lonely female who was originally dating the DM, but then they broke up, and she doesn't really have a way to play DnD otherwise, so she is trying to make due, but he keeps pushing his luck. \n\nFor example, in the last session her character had got separated from the party. Somehow she ran into the rapiest lizardmen in existence, and it was only through several nat 20s that she was able to avoid an uncomfortably graphic depiction of her poor character's fate. This time though, the girl knew she was trapped.\n\nThe DM had conceived of a trap that conveniently activated only when they entered the dungeon. It managed to bind them all, but SOMEHOW, the girl's character was closest to the guard. Can you believe it? The creepy DM stated that the keys were hanging off the cockring on the guards balls. \n\nFor some reason, the only way that he could be convinced to help was if he saw some boobies, so the female player who just wanted to fit in took off her shirt. It was only when the DM pulled out his dick and tried to get her to \"grab the keys\" that she finally realized the score. Her foot drove straight up into his scrotum as she stalked out of the room, leaving behind the toxic male-dominated culture she had wrongly attempted to try and participate in.\n\nAs she walked home, she reflected on her next hobby. She had heard that the local LoveHo was hiring, but she wasn't a futa. Maybe that new experimental pill she'd been hearing about would help? Thoughts slipped through her conscious on the dark night's chill breeze."
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"content": "Here is the seventh of many relatively short and erotic stories.\n\nOn the way to our furry conference, my friend and I got caught in a snowstorm. We knew we were close to the state-sponsored LoveHo Accommodations, but we must have taken a wrong turn somewhere.\n\nIt was a cold and bitter experience for the first bit. Like a sleazy salesman I managed to convince my friend that we should share the sleeping bag. \nIt would be warmer, I said. \nWe won't waste fuel if we use our body heat, I reasoned.\nHe was initially hesitant, but he eventually got behind the idea. And then I got behind him. \n\nBOO-YAH, fucked my bro in a snowstorm. We even did that Titanic scene with the foggy windows and the hand print. I don't want to say it was the best sexual experience I've ever had, but top 5 easily."
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"content": "So overall it is fine especially as a part one. You have a real problem with run on sentences. There are a few paragraphs that should be 4-5 sentences that are just one. Grammar and tense can certainly be cleaned up a bit. A good spelling/grammar check should fix some of that. Grammarly might help you if you struggle with it. Always reread your work after completing it and if possible having it read aloud helps too. (Use a text reader program if needed.) You've got a good base but it just needs some editorial cleanup."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Sheila lives with her loving single father. She was recruited to do solo amateur porn. Coming home early, she finds out that her dad is masturbating to her videos. Feeling bad for her dad, she decides to let him get a taste of what he's fantasizing about. | [
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"content": "Here is the sixth of many relatively short and erotic stories.\n\nI knew early on that I was going to do porn. I had the tightest fucking body this side of the Mississippi, as my Pa always said. I couldn't argue. My breasts had swollen to an impressive size by the time I was 16, and an early dedication to squats kept my ass perky and firm. Long, curly-blonde hair fell to my shoulders and my big eyes gave me a perpetually equal look of innocence and naughtiness.\n\nSo, when I turned legal, I waved goodbye to my Pa and set out for the studio. I thought it was a good debut, but that could be the several orgasms talking. Only when I returned that evening that, of course my old Dad would know what I was up to. I saw him stroking his member at the computer, and when he turned to face me, the sad and far-off look in my eyes broke my heart. \n\nI loved this man who had raised me into the bundle of sexual dynamite that I had become, and I knew of no one more deserving of my heavenly assets then him. As I started to strip in front of him, my Pa tried to speak out.\n\"Sheila, what are you doing? This is unbecoming of a young lady\"\n\n\"Daddy, you know what? I think you deserve a gift for everything you done for me, and I want to make sure you like it. Can you lie back for me?\"\n\n\"No, this is inappropriate. Wait, what are you doing... no, don't put that there. Please baby, your my daughter, I don't think...\"\n\nThe loud pop as my mouth unlocked from his throbbing cock cut him off. I sat between his legs, slobbering and drooling at the girth and length of his impressive member. Once I got to the bottom of his shaft, I started to suckle on his balls as I massaged the had with my palm. I could feel his legs trying to contract around me, so I eased off a bit. \n\nJust kidding, I shoved my other thumb right up his pooper. With a howl, he came straight upwards. The large ropes of semen fell into my golden blonde hair and dribbled across my face. With a scream of delight, I stood up, spun around and sank down onto his cock. \n\nThe explosion of pleasure I felt for this carnal, sinful, forbidden and truly tantalizing act was like none I had experienced. A breathy moan escaped my lips and I wrapped my arm behind my father's head. As we made eye contact, I began to rhythmically slide up and down his shaft."
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"content": "When the young woman walked into the bar, I had to do a double take. She looked so similar to my ex, had the same blonde hair, and was just as cute. She caught me staring, and surprisingly enough, sat down next to me. We introduced ourselves. She smiled and said that her name was Serena, and I was instantly captivated. We drank and talked for over an hour, and the conversation came naturally.\n\nAt 23 years old, Serena was exactly half my age. She'd just graduated from college and was working as a waitress until she found a better job. She told me about her childhood and being raised by a single mother, who'd recently passed away.\n\nIn turn, I told her about my life as a screenwriter in Los Angeles. I'd been working nonstop for years, but learning of my ex-girlfriend's death had brought back some old feelings. Now, I'd returned to my hometown for the summer, visiting friends and going down memory lane.\n\nSerena asked about the movies I'd done, and I showed her my IMDb page. She was familiar with some of my work. With a few drinks in her, she started getting touchy and flirty as I talked about the crazy things that happen in Hollywood and showed her selfies with the famous actors I'd met. She invited me back to her apartment, and we walked the few blocks to where she lived.\n\nAs soon as Serena's door closed behind us, she was all over me. Our clothes came off, and we fell onto her bed, making out like horny teenagers. She spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. When I pushed my cock inside her pussy, it felt like coming home. She was so wet and so tight. I pounded her roughly into the mattress, and she groaned in pleasure, cumming multiple times. I enjoyed the ride for as long as I could. When I reached my own climax, I grunted and held the girl tightly as I pumped my seed deep inside her.\n\nAfterwards, we cuddled and basked in our post-coital bliss. She admitted that she was attracted to men much older than her because she'd never had a real father. Her mother's boyfriend had left before she was born, and she knew nothing about him. I told Serena that I'd like to date her. She gladly accepted, and we kissed until, exhausted, we fell asleep.\n\nI woke up the next morning and smiled as I remembered the previous night. The girl was still passed out, so I used the bathroom and glanced around the small apartment. There was a picture of her with an older woman, presumably her mother. Seeing that, my heart skipped a beat. I looked through Serena's purse and found her driver's license with her last name and date of birth, and I had a sinking feeling, like my whole world was turning upside down.\n\nJust then, she called out to me, saying to come back to bed. I crawled in next to her, and she kissed me. In her arms, my worries about the situation melted away. When we were both ready, Serena climbed on top and took my cock inside her. I knew that I should probably be ashamed. However, as she rode me so well, I couldn't have cared less. She told me to cum, and I did, shooting another load of sperm into my daughter's unprotected pussy.\n\nDuring the rest of my trip, I spent a lot of time making love to Serena. I couldn't get enough of her. Eventually, she informed me that she was pregnant. After some discussion, she packed all her stuff, and we went back to my place in Los Angeles. She gave birth to our first child exactly nine months after we'd met.\n\nLeaving my ex-girlfriend years ago was my biggest regret, but life gave me a second chance. This time, I didn't mess it up."
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"content": "(Be warned, this is just a stupid shitpost. Don't take this answer seriously. 😂😂😂) \n\n\nBut today she decided to stop giving a fuck about her orgasms, bcs her nerdy bf, who is also a chemistry-student, gave her the perfect way to get high and forget about all stress she had to deal with lately, for a few hours.\n\nIt was kind of reliving to know that drugs will be involved, regardless if they will have sex (with or without orgasm) or not. \n\nIt was his own new invention. he claims it feels a bit like MDMA mixed with the relaxing factor of ambien.\n\nAnd something else he was not able to describe properly.\n\n\nIt was an easy decision to spend the night together at the public park, getting high and lying around talking about philosophy and other stuff. \n\n\nThe shit was even better than expected.\n\n\nBoth felt so relaxed and comfortable that they do not even want to move a finger while lying on the dry grass that feels like a soft cloud.\n\nMentally everything felt many positive emotions at once but she was not able to build a single sentence in her head bcs she got distracted by her hyperactive senses.\n\n\nAll of her attention went to small strokes of grass on her skin or the sound of her friends calm breathing.\n\n\neverything, even the smallest thing occupied her brain completely.\n\n\n\nher senses got so sharp that she was able to guess the length of a piece of grass slightly brushing on her ancle.\n\n\nShe could hear her friends heard rate and also the small catarpillar crawling up her leg.\n\nShe wasn't scared, but the tingles of his feet felt a bit annoying, but she enjoyed the relaxing state she was is way to much to disrupt it with movement.\n\n\nShe literally never ever felt more relaxed and safe than now.\n\nAnd every movement might get her out of \"the zone\".\n\n\nAnd the catarpillar was just not worth it.\n\nNot even while it was crawling under her skirt and climbed over a few hair she missed when she shaved her legs.\n\n\nWhen she focused on him completely she could sense such small details like the amount of legs it had and the rythem his fots stepped on her.\n\n\nThis small feelt felt intense enough to give her the urg to pee just by crawling over her stomach, just below the belly.\n\n\n\nTo prevent her relaxed statet she did not even tried to clench her muscles to hold it back and simply peed.\n\n\nIt wasn't even a big amount of fluid and she could have hold it back easily, but she was too high to care about the pee and too focused on staying relaxed.\n\n\nBut even peeing itself felt much more intense.\n\n\nThe warm liquid slowly running out her urethra never felt this way before.\n\n\nIt stimulated the urethra from inside like flowing water would feel on skin anywhere else.\n\nHer legs where not wide apart, so it run down in between her outer labias and her but cheeks like raindrops.\n\n\nShe was so focused on the liquid running down between her legs that the wind, grass and everything else fainted into the background.\n\n\n.... just until the caterpillar climbed on her panties.\n\n\njust movement of the public hair that was covered by the panty with the crawling catarpillar on top felt so intense that she got wet and more (but this time diffrent) fluids run down her pussy.\n\n\nShe would be mad by now for sure without the drug.\n\nBcs she turns more \"excited\" (physically) with every second, but the relaxation still made her feel better than being horny without getting satisfied made her feel bad. \n\n\nShe really did not care about that either. \n\n\nThe catapillar went closer and closer towards her clitoris, but stops right at the root. \n\nand she noticed that she can't move her body. \n\nAll her muscles, except the once necessary for breathing, did not follow her directions anymore. \n\nThis was the explanation for the relaxation. There was no muscle tension left anywhere in her body. \n\n\nBut she also did not care much about that as long as this relaxing feeling won't stop. \n\n\n\nThe catapillar put one little foot on her clitoral hood and even with the fabric of the panty in between it was enough to make her pee again. \n\nHer muscles had no tension anyway. so the peeing will continue slowly over time anyway. \n\n\nThe small animal crawled down her panty right above her clitoris in small steps and she knew what was going on. \n\nShe was close to an orgasm. \n\n\nShe had this situation often, but rarely get over the edge. \n\n\nBut, her mind was to occupied in processing all the sensations that she did not even though about that for second. \n\nShe just focused on this intense, warm pleasure between her legs, getting stronger and stronger. \n\nShe did not even notice that she had a short orgasm right now, bcs she had no muscle movement involved. \n\nThe only hint might have been that she lost an immense amount of fluid. As pee and also vsginal fluid. \n\n\n\nSuddenly someone run over to them and asked if they are fine. \n\n\nShe tried to tell them everything is OK and that she never felt better in her life, but her face muscles and tongue got paralized as well, so she literally turned into a breathing doll. \n\n\nA second person came around and got scared, asked the first one of they should call the police, but the nerdy BF just woke up in that moment and told them it's OK and they all will be fine. \n\nHe explained the situation with the drugs and it turned out both guys where cops. \n\n\nCop #1 tried to arrest him and Cop 2# wanted to make sure she is OK and searched her body for any injuries. \n\n\nWhen he reached her tighs and felt all the wetness he expected the worst and thought it was blood. \n\n\nHe was relieved to see only pee down there, but took away the catapillar. from her panty. \n\n\nThe girl, that could not make any sound, facial expression or move in any other way turned basically into a \"waterfall\" when he took of the catapillar. \n\nAnd it appeared to him as if there was something else moving. (besides the removed catapillar.) \n\n\nHe could not see it on the outside, but she was loosing her mind over the feelings his touches caused. \n\n\nWhen he took of the catapillar her vagina contracted a little bit and she wanted to scream like a maniac and almost lost conscience. \n\n\nIt seems like her muscles get their functions back little by little. \n\n\nThe police officer took another look to find the moving thing down there but another splash of pee gave him the thought she should be examined by a doctor in the hospital, not by him. \n\n\nWhen they put her into the bed in the ambulance they made sure she would not slip around during the driving process with some restraints, but one of them was placed directly above her public area and was pressing down with every movement the car makes. \n\n\nBy now she had enough muscle function back to feel orgasmic contractions and it seemed like the contractions made everything even more intense and shortly before they arrived at the hospital she passed out. \n\n\n\nThe doctors thought she had some sever head or heart issues bcs of her high heart rate. \n\n\nWhen she woke up again she could hear the policeman from earlier talking to the doctor and that he thinks she might be a rape victim. \n\n\nShe could move her lips and tongue again and was tempted to tell them what really happened, but the though of a vaginal exam in this physical state got her so thrilled that she decided to keep on acting \"paralyzed\" a bit longer. \n\n\nAs soon as he touched her she exploded and had one orgasm after the other. \n\nThe doctor was confused if this really was a breathing woman with orgasm contractions who is otherwise completely paralized, if she had a strange disease, if he was haluzinating or all three together. \n\n\nHe asked her to give him a sign if she is awake and able to understand. \n\n\n\nAt first she did not, bcs she was hoping for him to touch her again, but since he obviously did not plan to examine her lower region any longer she opened her eyes and blinked at him. \n\nShe had still hope for more, so she kept it a secret that she technically could speak again too. \n\n\nHe asked her some \"yes\"/\"no\" questions that she could answer whith blinking. \n\n\nSomehow she could get him into the direction that this must be a strange disease of some sort and that it is painful if she does not get massaged \"down there\". \n\n\nthe doctor send in a handsome physiotherapist who gave her the most pleasurable two hours of her life and finally told her that he would like to fuck her so bad. \n\n\nShe had wonderful orgasms throughout the whole night, but this was the big finally. \n\n\nWhen he pushed his dick inside she squirted and peed everywhere and she knew that in two, or maybe three strokes she will have the best orgasm of her life. \n\n\nOne stroke... \n\n\nShe was a waterfall... \n\nTwo.... \n\nShe closed her eyes and prepared mentally for the best to come... \n\n\nAnd at three she suddenly had a ruined orgasm. \n\nStrong contractions, but no pleasure at all. \n\nAll this satisfaction of every previous orgasm she had that night was gone as well. \n\n\nThe only thing she noticed was the smell off pee and a wet mattress underneath her. \n\nShe opened her eyes and was back home, next to her ugly, selfish husband, away from the handsome nerdy BF, policeman, doctor or physiotherapist. \n\n\nBack to her normal unhappy life, but at least it was clear now that she has to get a date with her sons chemistry teacher somehow."
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"content": "1) the vines in sleeping beauty when she is asleep and the castle is eroding around her begin to fuck her which finally wakes her up. Leaving the prince to find her in a puddle of her own cum and drool. \n\n2) on a different planet with humans and other species as well as futuristic technology, a woman asks a scientist to help her with self discipline. He then puts a sentient tentacle on her which uses sexual coercion to make her behave, be productive. \n\nThats all I got so far but I could probably think of more"
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"content": "Here is the tenth of many relatively short and erotic stories.\n\nShe expected it to be grungy. After all, that was why she had agreed in the first place. If she was going to be a slut for money, it was going to be as depraved as possible. \n\nStill though, it was a small town and there really wasn't a great porn scene. A couple has-beens and a couple apprentices, but nothing of real value. Except for the gloryhole. \n\nThe gloryhole was the only bit of foresight anyone had had in that small town. With cameras in every corner, holes in every wall and very liberal admission rules, it was the second most fun thing to do on a Friday night. After tossing back a forty and driving home, that is.\n\nSo, this closet of debauchery was where Deborah made her debut. She knew what sold and dressed the part. a green and white tartan skirt, sheer white blouse, striped leggings and a bright pink thong.\n\nEarlier, when she had been getting ready, she was thinking about how her father had reacted when she came home with the outfit. Of course, it was her school outfit, so he shouldn't have been so surprised. But when he saw his baby girl with her perky tits, long legs and blonde ponytails already to go, he almost had a heart attack.\n\nA smile creeps across Deborah's lips as she sees the cock emerge from across the room. Stout, thick and neatly trimmed around the base, it was everything you could want in a porn cock. Almost double the length of her forearm, she nearly gave herself a concussion as she grabbed hold and slapped her cheek with it, testing the weight. \n\nHer tiny mouth could barely fit around the tip, so she spent some time just nibbling and sucking at it tepidly. She wasn't sure what to do with such a massive member and was almost starting to get embarrased.\n\nLuckily, the gloryhole saved the day once again. A wooden thunk from above, and then she felt a strong hand wrapping behind her head. She barely had time to ready herself before the hand and cock thrust opposite and the stranger's cock was rammed down her throat. \n\nAnother thunk, and she felt her pigtails lift away from her head. She could barely breath as the monster dick was blocking her airway, but eventually the man got a good hold. He started to jerk her head back and forth, mercilessly and furiously ramming his manhood into the back of her mouth. Eyeliner began to pour down her cheeks.\n\nThere was a pause and the pool of drool that had accumulated on her mouth dribbled onto her smooth thighs. \n\n\"turn around\"\n\nShe obeyed without hesitation, her thong resting on her ankles in the same motion she stood. Her pussy was leaking hard as the throbbing meat stick prodded forcefully at the entrance. It was only once it was buried to the hilt that she recognized her father's voice."
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"content": "About to drift to sleep, he was tired, and disappointed. The lady at the shop told him he could summon a demon to solve his problems. \"oh well, I mean ancient old dusty books, summoning a demon, what was I thinking?\"\n\nBut as he was about to close his eyes, his room became dark, when he realized he hadn't closed his eyes yet, he jumped out of bed in fear. He heard chuckling, \"Who... who's there?\" A soft voice whispered \"Oh you mortals, so cute when you're scared.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I... I... who are you?\" \"Well, you should know, you summoned me, you even set the time.\"\n\n\"I... It worked?\" \"Well yes, mortal, and I'm here now, according to your desire\"\n\n\"Oh, so you're going to give me the wealth I asked for?\" The voice chuckled \"Oh dear, my sweet boy, you should really have learned some latin before chanting phrases you don't understand, but it's all the same to me, I still smell your lust.\" \"The text said physical... oh not physical as in material, physical as in...\" \"mm hmmm... oh how cute when you morals mess with forces you don't understand. Oh, come on sweetie, just accept it, you know it's better like this... Since you clearly didn't read the fine print, let me tell you our deal\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe voice now went from a whisper to a more stern voice \"I will fuck you, I will please you, I will give you the best night of your life. When you cum, your soul will leak through your cock, and come with me to my realm, you were already going to give it to me anyways, might as well\"\n\n\"Wait, I.. can't just leave, I want to live the rest of my life\" the voice whispered again \"oh sweetheart, I promise I will conform to whatever desire you could have, and it's not like you were planning to keep your soul.\"\n\n\"I was planning on just living a full life an and ... my friends... my family\" \"Oh silly, I'll take your soul, your body will walk around as if it were you, none of those people you care about will know the difference, but you, you will have a night so amazing, all the gold you could have asked for will be void anyways, besides what were you going to buy anyways?\" \"Prostitutes...\" The voice chuckled again \"So honey, do we have an agreement, just say the words, I'll materialize, if you want to back out, just let me know at any point, but I promise when your soul leaves your body you will feel a pleasure so amazing.... just whisper the words my sweet... my pet... mortal\"\n\nHe sat and thought... and he then whispered \"I don't know the words, but I want to say them, I ...\" He then saw a red light before him, as from that light a fire blazed, it formed itself into the shape of a woman, Legs red, as smooth as ivory but soft as pillows. arms the same, with glowing red veins, he hair black and silky, and her torso began to form, a slim hourglass figure as finally her breasts grew like balloons under her black dress. He stared open-mouth.\n\n\"Oh, mortal, I just needed your consent, no latin phrases, like what you see?\" He stared in silence, she simply showed herself off and danced a bit \"I can see you do, now, what were those petty concerns you had?\" He stared in silence \"Thought so...\"\n\nShe pushed him back onto his bed and straddled him \"Now, I'll keep you on edge until I'm satisfied, then I'll tell you to cum, and if you don't back out by then, you'll get to enjoy the best orgasm of your life, as well as the last.\"\n\nShe sat on top of him and leaned in, \"Now, being a succubus, I have the ability to take the form of whatever my client most desires, and well, whilst my hair is nice, and my legs are impressive, I think I know what you want... looking at myself\"\n\nHe stared in amazement \"Oh my boy, I want to hear you say it, otherwise, I guess this is what you want, I may be wearing a dress but if you don't want to see more, well, I guess I could just stay like this.\" He started to stutter. \"Well, sitting without doing anything isn't so fun, I want to do something, now should I do a cyclone\" she began moving her bottom around in a cyclone manner, \"or maybe I should lean in\" Or maybe.. I could.. hmm.. mortal, what ever should I do, I could think of a movement that moves a part of my body that... well.. you haven't shown interest in them, you haven't even spoken...\" he started to stutter again \"b.. b..\" \"what was that, sweety?, blowjob?, well, if you say so\" she grinned an evil smile.\n\nShe got off him and started sucking, he moaned in pleasure, trying to say what he wanted but each time being interrupted by his own moans. as she sucked and licked he finally blurted out \"Boobs.\" She then sucked once last time and raised her head with a smile, \"Well, why didn't you say so...\" she crawled so her breast hung over his face, snapped her fingers and the dress went up in flames which disappeared, leaving round, soft, oiled breasts. she then pushed her shoulders in, drawing attention to their cleavage, and said \"like em?, I thought so, now these titties, they seem... so lonely, if only a moral could reach and touch them, but alas, you seem too preoccupied, with that amazingly cute look on your face.\" He started to lift his arms, but she then placed his penis in her vagina, and started bouncing. He was so overwhelmed, the pleasure, the sights, his body refused to move. As she bounced she teased him \"these nice, perky, not so little, plump, soft, boobies, yet they have craved to be touched, just sitting there, going up and down, in front of you mortal, you love this don't you ya freak?\"\n\nHe eventually was able to move himself, between the moaning and being so overwhelmed he finally grabbed her tits, and she screamed reaching climax, the sound of her scream sent him into a euphoric state, clenching her tits. When they both calmed a little more, she looked at him so softly.\n\n\"You know mortal, they are quite full, would you like to... \"He pulled his mouth to her nipple and began sucking, she was immediately thrusts into another climax. \"Oh yes, yes Good boy\" she kept climaxing \"Yes, yes you boob freak, keep going\" As then went on, he was on edge the whole time, until finally she was satisfied. she pushed him off and down, \"Oh you loved that you pervert tit-lover, now... I want the milk you produce, mm-hmm, so be a good boy, stare and cum, I'd tell you were but I think you have your eyes set already\" She bounced and said \"3... 2... 1..\" They both climaxed, as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life, and when he calmed down, \"Thanks for your soul, my lovely tit-pervert, just sleep tight, you'll wake up in my realm, your consciousness reunited with your soul, dream of my tits, \\*chuckle\\* as if you'd want anything else\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Breeding Fun | [
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"content": "An asari explorer escapes from a strange alien species, but not before being impregnated by the creatures she was sent to study. Rescue is still weeks away, while unique and strange gestational changes are happening in her body and mind. At first she tries to be objective and scientific, but the closer she comes to term, the less she wants to be found before the new spawn is born. She tells herself it's for research, but that doesn't explain her new urges..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) He lost his wife and daughter to an accident. Years later, he met a young woman with an uncanny resemblance to his lost wife. Falling for one another, they both hit it off... not knowing that she is the daughter he presumed dead years ago. | [
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"content": "I never wanted to go to the AA metting. I party too hard, but I've never had any serious problems. I can, and have quit drinking for a few weeks at a time, with no problems, but I got a DUI, and the judge said that I should attend a few, to be sure. I saw a man there. I found out he was 45, but he looked about 60. His name was Eric, and it was his first meeting too. \n\"Hi, I'm Eric, and I'm an alcoholic.\"\n\"Hi Eric.\"\n\"I've drank all my life, but I used to be in control. I completely fell off about fifteen years ago. I loved my wife. I still love my wife. She was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. When we met, I was unemployed, no prospects, no will to live, and she helped me out. She got me a job at her office. She vouched for me, trained me. I took her to dinner to thank her, with my first paycheck, then we ended up staying the night at her place. I knew right away that we were in love. She told me about her shitty dad, and how much she loved the violin. We stayed up all night just talking. I'll never meet her like again. We had a daughter together. A beautiful little girl. We had such big dreams for her. They both died in my piece of shit old car. I kept saying I'd trade it in, buy something safer, now that we had a baby. I never got around to it. She was just three years old, and she could've lived if I'd just got off my ass. We couldn't even have an open casket. The bodies didn't look right. They were all burned up.\" He started crying on that last detail. His voice cracking on the word \"Burned\". That night, the cops caught me as I was leaving work. I didn't go home. I couldn't stand to be in that house, knowing that they were never going to be there again. I went to a bar, and I drank myself in to a hospital bed. Then I did it again, and again. I lost my job. Lost the house, but I didn't want to live there anymore, anyway. I gave up, and I've been a fucking drunk ever since. Today, I'm hoping to start to change that.\" \nI felt so bad for the guy. I shared my story, like I had to. Got drunk, smacked a cop. Peed in his back seat. Not my proudest moment, but I still didn't think I belonged here. As the whole meeting went on though, I just couldn't stop thinking about him. His voice was so deep, yet soft, and gentle. He eyes were old, but kind. I just wanted to hug him, and promise him that he still had a chance to be loved again. When the meeting was over, I asked him to join me at a diner. He obliged, and we struck it off immediately. \n\"So how old are you Serena?\"\n\"I'm 19.\"\n\"Hmm, My Bonnie would've been about your age now.\" \n\"I'm sure she would've turned out great.\"\n\"Thanks. So, what about you, what's your story?\"\n\"I grew up in Foster care. I don't remember anything from before I was 8, but apparently the family I was with before that was *BAD*, when they found me, I legitimately had part of my skull missing.\"\n\"Jesus Christ girl, I'm sorry.\"\n\"It's fine. I mean it worked out in the end, right? Anyway, I got adopted by this lovely lesbian couple. They treated me like their own, but after one of them got layed off, they couldn't afford me anymore. I moved out when I was sixteen, and in to my boyfriend's place. He was cool at first, but then he got hooked on meth, and I had to get the fuck out of there. I've just kind of been floating around ever since, crashing with whichever friends have a house to spare.\"\n\"You remind me of my wife. She was a real Bohemian too. Extremely self-reliant. You could've dropped her in a country where she didn't speak the language, and she'd have a month's wages, and a free house by the end of the week. Never understood how she did it.\" He chuckled. I could think of a few ways she could've done that, but decided to keep my mouth shut. \n\"So, do you have a boyfriend now, or no-one since the methhead?\"\n\"No-one serious. I have a few friends, though. How about you?\"\n\"No one in fifteen years.\"\nThe conversation continued, for another few minutes, before I made a decision. This guy was getting laid tonight. Even if he didn't know it. \n\"Listen, Eric, do you mind if I crash at yours tonight? My friend stacy just cancelled last minute, so I need a place to sleep.\"\n\"Of course, Sierra. I'll take you to my apartment.\" He responded, sweetly. \n\"Thanks\", I sang in response, and I got up to walk with him. \n\n~~--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nAmber Crayford finally had her day in court today, after being arrested on the 5th of June, 2010, for child abuse, neglect, and endangerment. She successfully pled insanity, and has been confined to a mental institution, where she will likely spend the rest of her life. She has repeatedly rambled about how her \"daughter\", (in quotation marks, as, while Crayford insisted the girl was her biological relation, the DNA test confirmed otherwise, and it's not clear how she came in to her custody\" was \"REBORN IN FIRE\", after dying. What is meant by this is unclear. Her husband, when asked where the girl came from, simply responded, \"The driver\". He is largely non-vocal, and it's unclear whether or not that response was actually intended as an answer to the question. The child is now in Foster Care. - Harold Sturmer, the Daily Gazette, 11th October 2012\n\n~~--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nAs I lead Serena in the door to my studio apartment, I realised the place was still a complete mess. I'd only been sober three days, and I didn't really have a chance to clean it yet. \n\"Sorry about the-\" I started, before she shushed me. \n\"I promise you. It's lovely.\" She replied, cooing me. \n\"So, seeing as you're my guest, I'll give you the bed, and I'll take the couch.\"\n\"You have a double bed, don't you? I don't see why we can't share it.\" She said, as she got incredibly close to me, and started breathing on my neck. Her mannerisms were so like Christine's had been. The same \"Just barely crouched down\" posture, the slightly tilted head, with the lip-bite, the same just-parted-enough-to-be-noticeable thighs. I felt so many old emotions rush back, as she planted a kiss on my lips. I pushed her back. \n\"Listen, Serena, I'm sorry, you're a very attractive girl, it's just that...\", she stopped me. \"I understand. If it's too soon, or too painful, then I won't push it, but just know, there's going to be a really sexy girl in your bed all night, and if you change your mind, you can crawl in, and do *anything* to me.\" She said, before stripping down for bed. It's insane, she even drops her bra to the floor, and sashes exactly like Christine did. It was too much for me, and though i didn't know it at the time, that was the night that I conceived my second child. \n\n(OOC: How's this? I haven't gotten to any of your prompts in a while, but I'm back on it. I will continue if you want, but I'm done for now)"
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"content": "An android woman is given strict orders to protect a standard human male scientist who has the key to prevent an ancient alien doomsday weapon from firing off. Many worlds want to capture or kill the man, so they send assassins, seductresses and mercenaries to get him. \n\n\nAfter many close calls together, the two start to fall in love, and the Android is torn between her duty to the scientist and her growing desire for the man."
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"content": "Science harpies are traditionally known as being ugly, maybe being really pretty would be disgraceful, and maybe not even thought of as pretty is harpy society. (The character) is an adventurer and you encounter a beautiful naked harpy sitting by the road, who doesn't think she is pretty. You convince her she is, and have sex or something. IDK about the end, but the first part popped into my head, and I needed to share."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Looking for Harry Potter roleplays! | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Collar: On, Genitals: Exposed, Mistress: Snuggly. | [
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"content": "The Daily Life Of A 'Pet'\n\n[Part 1/6] [Ffm] [Bandage] [BDSM] [Pet] [Owner] [Mistress] [Slice-Of-Life]\n\nSpoilers: >![Breeding] [Impregnation]!<\n\n\"Come on! She'll be here any minute.\"\n\n\"Hold on. Just twooo mooorrre strrookes, aaannnddd... DONE!\"\n\nI rinse off my razor and put it away befor taking the towel from my waist and wiping off the excess shaving cream from my face.\n\nI turn to the doorway to see my wife with her palms up, holding a simple black collar with a metal ring; an identical collar adorns her own neck... and nothing else.\n\nAfter receiving my collar, I loop it around my neck and latch it in its proper place. A quick glance in the mirror to insure it's on straight, and we're off to the front door. We kneel on either side of the entrance to await our mistress.\n\nMy wife turns to me with an unsure look. \"Do you think her interview went well?\"\n\n\"Hmm, I hope so. She's been prepping for it for over a week; I think she did fine.\"\n\nTwenty minutes of waiting, and I start to get worried. \"You, uh, wanna give her a call?\"\n\nShe bites her lip for a second before answering. \"Let's give her five more minutes; it's probably just traffic, or, maybe, she got held up at work.\"\n\nI readjust my legs to keep the blood flowing. \"Alright, but she's never been la..\"\n\nOur eyes snape to the door when we hear the sound of keys jingling. The knob twist, and the door opens. In steps our Mistress in her business suit, a small suitcase and a paper shopping bag in hand. \"Well, isn't this a surprise. What's the occasion?\"\n\n\"Oh, you don't know?\" My wife responds as a grin begins to grow on her face. \"Today was a pretty big day.\"\n\n\"Hmm, it's none of our birthdays.\" She ponders as she makes her way to the living room; my wife and I stand to follow. \"It's not your anniversary.\" Mistress continues as she places the bag and briefcase on the table before sitting on the couch. Tapping her chin in thought, \"It's not labor day.\"\n\n*\"Mistress.\"* My love calls out in frustration as I begin to chuckle.\n\nA grin breaks out on our Mistress's face. \"I got the promotion.\" She says in excitement. \n\n\"Whoo!\" My wife cheers and claps with enthusiasm. \n\nSmiling, I provide my own sentiment. \"Congratulations Mistress; we both know how hard you worked for it.\"\n\n\"Thanks you my pets.\" She nods. \"Oh, and before I forget, I got you two some presents.\"\n\n\"PRESENTS!\" I swear I saw stars in my wife's eyes.\n\nMistress reaches into the shopping bag and pulls out a bottle of rubbing oil. \"Before we get to the *main* present, we'll need to apply some *luuube* to your arms and legs.\" She says, cocking an eyebrow and drawing out the \"u\" in \"lube\".\n\nShe turns to me and straightens her back, giving off an air of confidence and control (or at least trying to). She coughs, clearing her throat. \"Paw!\" She says with as much authority as she can muster while holding out her hand, palm up.\n\nI hold back laughter as I place my hand in hers. She pours a line of oil along my arm, up to my shoulder and begins to rub it in.\n\nThe three of us continue our conversation as she moves onto my other arm.\n\nOur normal routine has us talking about our day once Mistress comes, leaving out little to no details; today's surprise oil massage just happens to make it all a bit more intimate.\n\nShe began working on my leg starting at my ankle and moving up; once Mistress reached my bottom, she only hesitated for a moment before continuing, thoroughly rubbing the oil into *every crease and crevice.*\n\nBy the time Mistress finished with my second leg, our conversation had reached her interview and subsequent promotion. \n\nWe look over to see my wife, patiently sitting on her knees with a goofy grin plastered across her face.\n\nStraightening her back and clearing her throat, Mistress hold out her hand and repeats her command. \"Paw!\"\n\nMy wife, receiving her own oil massage, laughs whenever Mistress rubs her underarms. I smerk; it's a good thing she's not gonna rub her feet.\n\nHer massage soon ends, arms and legs coated in oil, mimicking my own.\n\nMistress reaches back into the bag and pulls out a stack of leather sleeves. \"Alright pets, these are special bondage sleeves with only one entrance. I, uh, got them on sale at the pet store.\"\n\nMistress turns to me. \"Paw!\"\n\nShe folds my right arm in, bringing my hand to my shoulder. Mistress picks up the first sleeve from the stack and slides it on over my elbow; a moment later, and my arm is encased in leather.\n\n\"Does it fit? To tight? To loose?\" Mistress asks, a little nervous. \n\nI try twisting my forearm; it rotates, but only slightly. I try straightening my elbow back out, but my arm doesn't move.\n\nI look back up to my Mistress, grinning. \"It's perfect.\"\n\n\"Wonderful!\" She picks up another sleeve. \"Paw!\"\n\nSoon, my *left* arm is quickly engulfed.\n\nI bend over, placing weight on my elbows. \"Oh! They're padded.\"\n\n\"Durable too.\" Mistress smiles. \n\n*\"Fancy.\"* My love chimes in. \"I think I saw those on TV once.\"\n\n\"Probably.\" I respond, as I spin around, giving Mistress my *hind* leg; she folds it and slides on a slightly larger sleeve. \n\nIt keeps my ankle bound to my thigh while leaving my foot *and butt cheek* exposed, which begs the question: 'Why did she need to *rub* so much oil on my butt?'\n\nI chuckle as I lower my bound leg before presenting Mistress with my unbound one. \n\n\"Alright Pet, give it a test run\"\n\nWith my fourth and final sleeve in place, I start trotting around the coffee table; it takes a moment to get my bound limbs to coordinate properly, but I soon hit my stride. \n\n\"Sooooo, how's it feeeel?\" My wife asks, eyeing my body.\n\n\"Pretty good, comfortable even.\" I say in earnest.\n\n\"Your turn missey.\" Mistress calls out, patting her knee.\n\nShe eagerly crawls to Mistress's front, awaiting her command. \n\n\"Paw!\"\n\n¤▪︎¤▪︎¤▪︎¤\n\nWe soon find ourselves chasing each other around the coffee table, getting use to our new bound state.\n\n\"Alright you two.\" *giggle* \"I got one more present for you.\"\n\nWe stop our chase and scramble our way to Mistress's sides.\n\n\"Now, I've been giving it some thought for a while now and decided that, if I got the promotion, we'd be able to afford some, let's say, changes around here.\"\n\n\"Uh, changes, Mistress?\" My wife asks, with a puzzled look. I don't blame her; I'm also a little lost here.\n\n\"Yes, *changes,* the kind of changes we discussed a while back.\"\n\nMy eyes widen. Does she mean what I think she means? \n\nMistress turns to me, looking me in the eyes.\n\n\"Charlie Cooper!\"\n\nShe turns back to my wife's.\n\n\"Bella Luna Cooper!\"\n\nOur names! She never uses our names! *We* don't even use our names anymore! \n\n\"I, Daisy Holder, as your owner, hereby give you my blessing... to have a child.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young man notices his friends mother is exceptionally accommodating. He didn't think much of it, until he also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. | [
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"content": "\n\n“Here you go sweetie. Sorry Mark had to run out last minute.”\n\n“Oh no it’s fine Ms. Carmichael I don’t mind waiting. “\n\nKyle smiled and took a sip of the lemonade his friends mom had made. He wasn’t a stranger to them but the last few months he’d noticed some changes in Jo Carmichaels behavior towards him. She’d always been sweet but recently she seemed more flirty and flattering towards Kyle. She was talking how nice he dressed and how jealous she was of the women at his university. Kyle tried to downplay the thoughts. He figured your friends hot mom hitting on you was just a movie plot, pure fiction...\n\n*S-shes not wearing a bra...*\n\nMark thought to himself as he caught a quick glance at her chest. For a woman nearing fifty she kept herself in shape and her body, particularly her breasts, showed no signs of aging.\n\n“So what do you two have planned today?”\n\nKyle snapped out of his daydream. Jo was bend over the content, leaning on her hand and smiling. He wasn’t sure if she wasn’t aware of her erect nipples pulling the fabric of her shirt or if she was purposefully teasing him. \n\n“Nothing much just hanging out, maybe going to the mall or something.”\n\n“Oh if only I was your age again. “\n\n“Yeah twenty two ain’t so special. “\n\n“Better then forty nine...at least men wanted me when I was 22...I’m sorry you weren’t supposed to hear that part.”\n\nJo said with a shy chuckle. A blush came over her cheeks. \n \n“I’m sure there are plenty of guys falling over themselves when you go out Jo.”\n\n“Thank you but you’re just saying that.”\n\nShe stood up a little and moved her arms. Kyle could practically see down her loosely buttoned shirt.\n\n“No I mean it...I could prove it if you wanted...”\n\n“Kyle what are you getting at?”\n\n“Nothing what are you getting at?”\n\nJo chuckled and rolled her eyes. \n\n“Kyle you’re sweet and handsome but it’s not like that. “\n\n“Oh...but you’ve seemed so flirty lately and you’re...you know not wearing a bra.”\n\n“So because I fell behind on laundry that means I want you?”\n\n“N-no...”\n\n“And just because I’m a little bit of flirt, it means I want every guy I talk positively about?”\n\n“No...I’m sorry Ms. Carmichael, I guess I just-“\n\n“You just mis-read some signals. You’re young and still trying to figure out how to read people. Trust me I was the same way when I was your age. I’ve even made a couple of mistakes like this myself.”\n\n“Really?”\n\n“Yeah but I won’t tell them to you, some are rather titillating.”\n\n“Yeah. Sorry again, can we just pretend I never said anything?”\n\n“Of course...”\n\nKyle tried to smile but it wasn’t happening. He practically kept through the roof when Mark texted him and asked him to meet him at the mall. \n\n“I got to run Jo...this will just be our little secret right?”\n\n“Right. Scouts honor.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI][Christmas Contest] Secret Santa | [
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"content": "I really like Tessa's personality. She comes across really well here, exceptionally friendly and definitely in the Christmas spirit! Overall, the office, as presented, seems nicely rounded and the workers therein, particularly Tessa, Mark, and their boss, have pretty good dialogue and are nicely characterized.The exchange towards the end further heightens Tessa's sweetness and appeal.we don't get that much in the way of description, but it seems that Mark got quite the appealing gift in the end. More importantly, the anticipation of it and the thought surrounding it certainly raised his Christmas spirit back up to festive levels. Mission accomplished, I'd say! We get just a tease, not much in the way of eroticism, but the story is warm and sweet in a gently sexy way. Nicely done."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Monster girl yuri prompts please! | [
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"content": "A really strong monster inhabits a dungeon/forest/whatever dangerous place adventurers rarely enter. Many adventurers try to hunt it. Very few come back alive. Well, at least people know there are a lot of dismembered male corpses in that place and every survivor that return are male, mostly backline supports or newbies who stay a bit further from the fight, or a few guys who are smart enough to book it once they sense the monster. But no trace of female adventurers at all. \n\nAs for the monster, the survivors said that it has a body that looks like a very large cephalopod or a jellyfish, with a lot of tentacles that are strong enough to break most swords. \n\nLittle that they know that the giant octopus is just its outer shell. The real body in it looks like a tall, beautiful woman with unnatural skin color. And she has a plan for all the female adventurers that are coming for her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) Accidental Father/Daughter Incest | [
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"content": "Mark walked around the party carrying his glass of punch. The unspiked punch. The Halloween party was loud and crowded – not his type of event. However, his friends insisted he needed out more since his divorce a year ago, and they had dragged him here against his better judgement. His costume was based on the Phantom of the Opera with a tuxedo and cape and a white mask that covered his upper face.\n\nNoticing an unoccupied corner, he walked over and leaned against the wall. In five minutes he would slip out and head home.\n\nA young woman stumbled over and thumped against the wall.\n\n“Shit,” she said as her punch sloshed out.\n\nHer costume resembled a belly dancer’s outfit, but her face was completely covered by an elaborate Mardis Gras mask. The outfit concealed very little of her plump body. She appeared to be a little intoxicated.\n\n“Want to dance,” she asked.\n\n“I’m afraid I don’t know how,” Mark apologized.\n\n“I’ll show you,” she laughed.\n\nThe woman began gyrating in time to the music. When Mark made no move to join her, she reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward her. It was hard to tell her age, but he guessed half his own. Unable to resist, Mark moved awkwardly to the music.\n\nThe song faded, and a slow tune filled the air. The woman placed her cup on a nearby table and took his from him to discard. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him,\n\n“Mmm… You smell good,” she sighed.\n\nUnsure what to do he placed his hands lightly on her waist. She took them and wrapped them around her back. Soon Mark lost himself into the dance and the feel of this creature.\n\n“Kiss me,” she whispered and looked up with need.\n\nMark did not hesitate but pressed his lips to hers. They danced with bodies and lips pressed together. Her hand reached behind her and took his, then it moved his hand down to her buttock. Mark squeezed lightly and pulled her closer, and she began grinding herself against him. His cock sprang to life in his pants.\n\nWhen the song ended, she rose on tip toes and whispered “I want to fuck you.”\n\nMark moved back slightly. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”\n\nShe laughed. “And I think you’ve had too little to drink.”\n\nWith that, the raven haired woman lifted the sequin halter top and let her breasts flop into the open. The people around her noticed and immediately cheered. She turned slowly allowing everyone a clear view.\n\nMark placed his arm around her and guided her from the dance floor to a nearby booth.\n\n“Want to feel them,” she asked and lifted her breasts.\n\n“Sure,” he said.\n\nThey were soft and cool to the touch causing him to grow more aroused. Carefully he tucked them back into her top.\n\n“Kiss me,” she demanded.\n\nRather than wait, she straddled his lap and gripped the back of the booth. Her lips met his, and she began to gyrate atop him. It was just too much. He kissed her passionately and held her tightly. The motion of her hips soon brought him to a climax, and Mark moaned as he cum in his pants.\n\n“You owe me,” she said.\n\n“Oh, and what do you want?”\n\nTo his horror, she lifted up and sat on the table in front of him; one foot went on either side of his heat to rest on the booth. The woman leaned back on one elbow and slid her panties aside.\n\n“Your turn,” she said.\n\nMark looked around. The place was dark, and no one seemed to be paying attention to them. So he leaned forward and kissed her pussy lightly. Her fingers tangled painfully in his hair.\n\nMark lost sense of the world around him and focused on pleasuring her. His tongue and lips danced in time to the moans and trembles of her body. Slowly her arousal grew and grew.\n\n“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Her hips bucked wildly against his face, and her grip threatened to tear his hair out.\n\nWhen she finally released her hold, Mark looked up. The woman was laying on the table panting with her eyes closed. Sometime during her thrashing, her mask had fallen off. Mark looked in horror at his daughter Olivia."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was the morning after the most epic Christmas party ever. You walk through the destroyed house to see a little girl eating in the dining room. You awkwardly ask her if she's ok, and, in a grown women's voice, she says, "after what we did, you better be joking." | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I'll let you have your way with me for the fudge!" | [
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"content": "\"Is that fudge,\" Madison asked eagerly.\n\nMark looked down at his plate and studied the brown lump. \"Yeah. Butterscotch.\"\n\n\"Oh my god!\" She cried. \"I love butterscotch! Can I have a piece?\"\n\n\"No. My grandma made this for my birthday. It's the last piece.\"\n\nHis latest girlfriend of about a month stuck her lower lip out. \"But I love fudge. Especially butterscotch. Just one tiny bite?\"\n\n\"No.\" To emphasize his point he took a bite.\n\n\"You're so mean!\" She whined.\n\n\"I thought you needed to borrow an HDMI cable,\" he reminded her. \"Here.\"\n\nMark handed her an unopened cable that he had bought extra.\n\nMadison took it but eyed the fudge. \"Just one little nibble?\"\n\n\"I can ask my grandma to make more next time I see her.\"\n\n\"If you give the rest to me, I'll let you have your way with me. All night.\"\n\nHis hand froze half way to his mouth. \"What?\"\n\n\"You heard me. You can do whatever you want to me.\"\n\nUntil now she had only teased him about sex. They had done everything except have sex.\n\nMadison grinned. \"Tell you what. How about you tie me up and feed the fudge to me? Then you can fuck me all you want.\"\n\n\"Really? You want me to tie you up and feed you fudge?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nMark put the sweet back on its plate. \"You're serious?\"\n\nFor answer, she peeled her t-shirt off exposing her pale, curvy body. Her full breasts filled the black bra nicely. When he simply stood there, she wiggled free of her black leggings and shoes.\n\n\"Well,\" she asked.\n\n\"Well what?\"\n\n\"Do you have any rope?\"\n\nHis mind raced. \"No.\"\n\nMadison rolled her eyes. \"Here.\" She picked up her socks and took off her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of brown hair.\n\nHe followed her into the dining area where she settled into a chair and placed her hands behind her back through the slots.\n\nMark tied her hands together with her panties and her ankles to the legs of the chair with her socks. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly, and an eager look was on her face.\n\nMark cut a small chunk off with a fork and placed it slowly in her mouth.\n\n\"Oh my god...\" She moaned. \"This is unbelievable.\"\n\nThe next bite was held out forcing her to lean in for it. She looked like she might have an orgasm just from the fudge.\n\nMark took his time. Sometimes he teased her by pulling the fork away and sometimes he made her kiss him before receiving a bite. When the fudge was half gone, he became emboldened.\n\n\"I'm going to need to see your breasts,\" Mark said.\n\n\"I can't very well take my bra off while tied up.\"\n\n\"I can do it.\"\n\nMadison grinned. \"Well, I can't stop you.\"\n\nHis fingers unclasped the bra and lifted it to free her beautiful breasts.\n\n\"Sexy,\" he whispered. His fingers slid along their cool, silky surfaces.\n\n\"Hey! You said look! Not touch! I want three pieces of fudge. One for looking and two for touching them.\"\n\nMark chuckled and complied with three bites. When the last piece was swallowed, Madison eyed the remaining section.\n\n\"What do I need to do for the rest of it?\"\n\nHis manhood was straining against the front of his pants.\n\n\"Hmm... This is still a big piece.\"\n\n\"How about a blow job?\"\n\n\"Maybe...\"\n\nShe raised an eyebrow. \"Maybe? I've never had a guy turn down a blow job before.\"\n\n\"A blow job, and I want to eat your pussy.\"\n\n\"Shit,\" she laughed. \"You can eat my pussy any time.\" Madison spread her thighs and wiggled her crotch in invitation.\n\nMark loved cunnilingus. There was a pleasure that came from making your lover orgasm.\n\n\"Deal?\"\n\nMadison nodded. \"Deal.\"\n\nThe fudge was consumed in three large bites. While she was still chewing the last of it, Mark knelt before her and kissed her parted labia. Madison moaned softly. He took his time kissing and teasing her. Sometimes he used his lips and others he used his tongue. Her hips rocked in the chair in encouragement, and the soft sounds coming from her indicated Madison was enjoying herself.\n\n\"Don't stop...\" she gasped. \"Don't...\"\n\nMark continued the slow, gentle motion of his tongue.\n\n\"Oh fuck!\" Madison bellowed and rocked in her chair almost tipping it. Her body shook, and she struggled in her bonds. \n\nMark did his best to continue. Suddenly her thighs clamped against the sides of his head, and he could feel her trembling. Eventually the pressure slackened, and Mark sat back. Madison had her eyes squeezed closed panting.\n\n\"Oh fuck,\" she gasped. \"Damn.\"\n\nAfter a minute or two, she looked at him. \"Let me suck your dick.\"\n\nMark scrambled to his feet and unzipped his pants. Her warm, moist mouth enveloped it, and he groaned. Forward and back he rocked; her head moving in time with the thrusts. Unfortunately Mark did not last as long as she had, and his seed spurted into her mouth. To his shock, she swallowed it.\n\nA few minutes later they lay on the sofa beneath a blanket snuggling.\n\n\"Are you busy tomorrow,\" Mark asked.\n\n\"No. I don't have work. Why?\"\n\nHe smiled broadly. \"Thought we could visit my grandma and get some more of that fudge.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your boyfriend invite a couple that you are friends with to meet your new apartment. You didn't expect they to be are as kinky and open as you are. | [
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"content": "I'm going to owe my girlfriend forever for setting this up. She had met Mila through her book club, and it had come up that we had a pool at our new place. Meg and I were more than happy to have her and Stavros over for dinner, lovely people who'd just moved to the states from overseas. And they were both stunning, which was a nice cherry on top. Golden skin and incredible bodies. \n\nAfter making drinks we made our way to the back. Mila remarked how excited she was to swim, they often camped at beaches in their previous nomadic travels. In the blink of an eye she had her sun dress over her head, leaving only a decidely minimalist bikini. I'm glad her tattoos gave us an excuse cause we would have stared regardless. He followed suit, revealing his speedo-esque little trunks to flaunt his toned body. It seemed like these guys were happy to be unburdened by extra fabric, which I'm sure no one ever complained about. \n\n\"Such a beautiful space.\" Stavros said as they waded in.\n\n\"Thanks. Yeah its so quiet and peaceful, we spend as much time as we can back here.\" My girlfriend said as she slid off her shorts. I glanced at the cheeky bottoms I had talked her into then stiffled a laugh, realizing my mistake. \n\n\"Oh no, is that a sunburn?\" Mila said with concern. \n\n\"Um\" she looked over her shoulder at her plump, red ass, touching it gingerly. \"I don't...\" she paused and blushed at the marks, remembering our earlier schoolgirl roleplay. She shot me a look as the rest of us chuckled, then smiled and shook her head.\n\n\"Haha yeah I get carried away too\" Stavros said, gently swatting Mila's ass.\n\n\"Oh don't flatter yourself, I can always take it.\" She teased. \"Sorry for looking at your ass too much.\"\n\n\"Oh she usually likes to show off. And who could blame you\" I said, seeing how red she'd get. I saw the telltales through her thin top to know she's not very mad. I popped my shirt and accompanied her into the water, jokingly rubbing her tender ass. \n\nAfter a bit of talking and frolicking, Meg climbed out the side. Or at least she tried, being a tad tipsy and bottom heavy, causing some jiggling and giggling. \n\n\"There she goes, showing it off again...\" I teased. She got out and gave it a cute little shake as we followed her out. \n\n\"I bet they don't have them like these in Europe?\"\n\n\"Kind of no, I haven't had the pleasure.\" Mila said. \n\n\"Of seeing one?\" Meg asked somewhat surprised.\n\n\"Of touching, you know...\" I'm not sure if Meg fullydid, I think I was catching on.\n\n\"Oh well you're welcome to it.\" She said somehow somewhat innocently. Mila confidently took her up on it, grabbing her ass straight away.\n\n\"Oh wow, that's lovely.\" She said softly to my blushing love. \n\n\"Well don't leave my man out\" I said with a grin. Meg giggled nervously but turned her hips invitingly.\n\n\"Oh my\" he said as he felt her. \n\n\"I can see why he smacks it so hard.\" She said, eyes piercing mine. \n\nI smirked, lit up a joint and passed it to Meg. \"You should definitely try it sometime. The sound alone.\" I punctuated the point with a demonstration.\n\n\"Oh no, the bruises!\" Mila said jokingly, taking the excuse to soothe them with her hand. \n\n Meg exhales in my face. \"Oh it takes more than that.\"\n\n\"Well I don't know that I could bring myself to strike such a wonderful thing, let alone such a sweet girl...\"\n\n\"Hehe you'd take good care of you wouldn't you.\" Meg backed up against Mila, looking over her shoulder and passing the joint. \n\nShe sensually placed a hand on Meg's soft stomach and took a hit. \"Oh I'd worship you darling,\" she declared as they hypnotized each other with their eyes. They drifted slightly closer and slowly but suddenly they were kissing.\n \n(Tbc)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The result of a bizarre accident? (or a brief alien abduction? - or you name it) — Jake now ejaculates whipped cream (and only ever tasty, tasty whipped cream), with almost zero refractory period — changing his life forever. This is his story, at least for now and thus far. Mmm, whipped cream!! | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [this prompt isn't really so much sexual more too dirty for normal writing prompts] Absorbing EXP (or whatever) from a kill is always pleasurable, almost sexually so. Describe the inner conflict of the grief of having to kill a friend and the physical pleasure of taking their power. | [
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"content": "\"Here I am again, crouched up in an alleyway across from a dead body, and once again it felt. So. *Good*!\"\n\n\"NO! Stop it! We were...are doing better. Just call them and walk away.\"\n\nYou stand up, turning away from the body, pull your phone out, and begin to call 911.\n\n*groan*\n\nAnd just like that, your body freezes. You turn to look at the body and, while it is subtle, there is still movement, they're still alive.\n\n\"Ok! Ok! This is good you didn't kill him, he's still alive, just walk...just...\"\n\nYour thoughts trail off as something overtakes you. While there are no obvious signs yet, you can feel him dying, his life draining from his body...and going into you.\n\n\"Stop it!\"\n\nHis life force begins to fill you.\n\n\"Stop!\"\n\nA slow, warm, sensation surrounds every nerve in your body.\n\n\"I can't...I...\"\n\nThere is nothing else, there is no one else, only this sensation, only this moment.\n\n\"Help...!\" Groans the man.\n\nThe sound of his voice, pulls you back.\n\n\"Please help!\" The man groans louder as he begins to crawl towards the busy sidewalk. You're heart begins to race, your grip on your phone tightening. \n\nThe man turns around to look at you and you meet his gaze. You finally press the last \"1\" on your phone, quickly after an operator picks up.\n\nYou take a deep breath; \"please help, I found this man in an alleyway, please! He's not breathing!\"\n\nThe man shivers at the sound of those words.\n\n\"Oh my god! I see someone with a knife\" you say as you pull out a swiss army knife out of your back pocket and flick the blade open with a quick, smooth motion. \n\nThe man tries to crawl away but it's too late, you're over him. He reaches out, trying to find the words, trying to find the strength to speak, but...\n\n...\n\nCops keep the people at bay as the paramedic kart the body into the ambulance. You walk away, hands in soaked pockets, good drawn over your head. As the ambulance gets farther away, you're taken about, reaching out, desperate to find something to hold you up. You lean again a wall, using it to support you as you walk. \n\n\"...god damn it...\" you speak through gritted teeth as regain your composer and quickly walk away, leaving a bloody splat on the wall where you caught yourself."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] where can I find a woman to pay to commisson a niche fetish roleplay? | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Working at Ice cream parlor [MF] [OC] | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Looking for Vikings roleplays! | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Let's see some cuckquean prompts | [
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"content": "(Feel free to change details)\n\n[possible incest] Of course she's heard about this 'penetrative massage' and its proven benefits to health both physical and mental. And despite what the techniques involved would look like in any other context, it doesn't seem like people consider it sexual at all, with mentions of it being performed on married people or between close family members prompting little to no response. But now that her husband was going to have that done she had to figure out how she really feels about the whole thing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stuck in a window non-con | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Something fun and exciting to get me through work today! | [
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"content": "Hey there! \n\nHmm mind control/hypno, why not take that literally, a woman (and her boyfriend, lover, husband, whatever your preference is) go to a Carnival, one of the tents has a hypnosis show, and she gets picked. It was an innocent show, but when he whispered his instructions into her ear no one knew what he really said, until her partner finds her later, in the performers tent, doing her own performance ;)\n\nBonus points If you can work in cum play or light BDSM!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Paranormal prompts to get back into the swing of things. | [
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"content": "The one thing better then being roommates with a perverted shapeshifter? Being roomates with a perverted, *submissive* shapeshifter with a love of bondage and video games! Especially when she happens to like the same games you do!\n\n(If you don't count shapeshifters as paranormal): A girl named Dorothea makes a deal with the perverted ghost haunting her apartment, they get to possesses her and leave her helplessly bound, gagged, and naked, and in return Dorothea gets to experience some kinky as hell bondage that she doesn't already know how to escape from, and the ghost even has the opportunity to get themselves off to Dorothea's moaning, and struggling as she fights to get free."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stalker gone wild RP! | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] any freeuse prompts? | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] freeuse prompts! | [
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"content": "The church has long held monopoly on the magics of the divine - the healing arts, and all manner of restorative abilities, up to and including the returning of souls to bodies sundered before their time. Now, however, a heretic has become known, not an explicit enemy of the church but outside of its hierarchy - and her healing gifts come from an unknown source. This blessing is inextricably linked to a curse - she is unable to refuse any who would bed her. This Oracle of Orgasms has been tending to the desperate while attempting to keep from being captured by inquisitors who would hunt her down in the name of faith and propriety..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wake up a male car, a pulsating rock-hard muffler between your tires --- and lately the only thing that gets your motor running, is that sweet dragon vagina juice --- | [
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"content": "The premise was unusual enough to not try:\n\nI turn left, rolling from the asphalt deeper into the desert, leaving a trail of dust behind me; the gravel scratches underneath, kinda helping with the throbbing, but there's only one way to scratch that itch.\n\nThere's telling signs I'm getting closer: molten mounds of rock, deep claw marks on boulders and, here and there, armor pieces... and license plates.\n \nFor a moment there I manage to get a hold of myself and think. That's what had kept me from becoming a heap of junk thrown aside on the road; I've seen my share of young colts following their mufflers into their graves.\n\nFirst of all, I check for cover. Caves, crevices, anything that would prevent an airbourne attack; just not trees, of course. Trees can burn, more so in the dry desert air. \n\nFortunately for me, there's an intrincate rock formation nearby. If there's a cock already in the coop, I can make it to the stone maze and be out from the state before it could lift its scaly ass from the ground.\n\nI slow down a bit more. I know I'm close.\n\nI press the brakes before turning around a small hill: there it is, a large crater outlined with cristalized, burnt rock and sand.\n\nHere's the gamble. I check behind me one last time, making sure I can reverse and turn tail easily as soon as I see wings spreading from the nest.\n\nI sound my horn. One long, loud call that rides the still, hot air.\n\nA reddish cloud floats from the crater and a muscular upper torso emerges, the horned head turning spasmodically one way and the other, looking for me.\n\nI can't help a satisfied growl. Time for the show.\n\nI peek from behind the hill, enough for her to see me, and rev up mockingly. I roll backwards and turn on my back wheels, knowing she's right behind me.\n\nThough it might seem dangerous, this is actually the easiest part. Males have stamina to spare, they needed it for flyng; but females, earth-bound, are bigger, bulkier and get tired easy. After a couple minutes' chase, she's already turning back home... but I'm not done yet.\n\nI drive in circles around her, preventing her from leaving. She lunges forward again and again, biting and clawing and hissing uselessly; she's been panting for a while now, which is a good sign: a winded dragon can't breath fire.\n\nHer attacks become slower and clumsier. When she hungs her head low, breathing heavy, I know it's show time.\n\nI run her from behind, pinning her flat on the floor. She struggles and squirms with the last of her strenght, but I have her firmly pressed.\n\nThe throbbing is almost unbearable now, but I manage to control myself enough to find the right spot. \n\nI extend it towards her. Humans wrongly call it a 'muffler', and although is located near my actual mufflers, it has nothing to do with them. This one has a different, more valuable function. \n\nI feel her flinch when the rubber tip touches her slit, and let out a rumble that makes me tremble as I slid inch by inch inside her.\n\nI can feel the fluid going upwards, hot towards my tank, filling it slowly.\nAs every time, I have this weird feeling of deja vú... just not in the sense of instinct, of having done this exact thing over and over, but of something alike, a long, long time ago. A weird notion of softness, wetness, a soft sway looking for dime kind of climax, of relief...\n\nBefore the bell rings, I feel full, satisfied. \n\nI slid it out from her and it retracts back into place. I roll backwards, setting her free and giving her space to maneuvre. \n\nShe's still exhaust, so instead of turning to face me and go for round two, drags her body lazily back to her place, maybe wondering what the actual fuck was that all about.\n\nI turn back to the highway and roll into the sunset."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [META] Theme Thursday: Body Modification | [
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"content": "Ute looked on in fear as her cell opened. The bulbous slithering creature waved its tentacles at her excitedly but Ute was unsure of what to do. She wanted to lash out, to attack it but she had nothing but her body to fight this creature. It looked at her with its four eyes and seemed somehow expectant.\n\n\"Slave, you will exit your cell,\" The robotic monotone voice ordered as something translated the creature's clicks and hums. \n\n\"I'm not a slave,\" Ute protested, backing away into the furthest corner of her cell. \n\n\"Your status as a slave is non-negotiable human, you will obey.\" The creature responded, at the same time producing its pistol-like device from within a cavity in itself. \"If you do not obey I will fry your mind and you will obey, it will not alter the outcome to resist.\"\n\nUte could vaguely recall the mindless helplessness the ray had forced on her and she dreaded that feeling. Hesitantly she stepped forward. The creature slithered backward and pointed to one of the medical tables with one of its four largest tentacles. The other creature was waiting beside the table even as Ute hesitantly approached. When the first creature waved the pistol at her she sat on the table and leaned back.\n\nMuch like a human table the back was adjustable and was currently leaned up so Ute could sit, reclining only slightly. Watching in surprise the table lowered her to a level where the creatures had easier access. The second creature reached out with its tentacles and pulled her arms above her head. Struggling she tried to resist but the creature was stronger than its gelatinous body appeared. With two tentacles wrapped around each wrist, it pulled her arms above and behind her head. She felt cold metallic restraints slide around her wrists and she thrashed helplessly restrained to the table.\n\nThe other creature grasped her right leg suddenly, she kicked but its strong grasp forced her leg in position. To her surprise, a stirrup much like those used at a gynecologist extended from the table. Unlike a normal doctor's exam, however, another metallic restraint wrapped her ankle in a vice like grip. She fought as the other creature secured her other leg. Restrained hand and foot she was unable to move as the creatures busied themselves.\n\n\"What are you doing to me?\" Ute demanded as she watched the two work. One of them moved to the pedestal and operated the controls again. Inside their cells, the other women who had been watching in horror flinched expecting something to spray from the ceilings or walls. Instead, the machine on the ceiling rotated and twisting extending a glowing blue aperture toward Ute. She flinched but nothing happened except a holographic screen appeared above the pedestal display medical information in a language she didn't recognize.\n\n\"We are preparing you for your new purpose,\" The flat response came from the alien not operating the pedestal. \"You will be happy to know it is the same as your current purpose.\"\n\nUte blinked, her current purpose? Did they need her for some sort of job on the spaceship? She highly doubted they needed an accountant aboard the ship so they must mean something else. Fortunately, she didn't have to continue to guess as the creature continued.\n\n\"You are a successful breeder,\" The creature explained its tentacles caressing her smooth stomach and wrapping around her engorged breasts. \"We are impressed with your reproductive potential and the quantity of your lactation. We will enhance both and you will breed us many slaves, and if you meet our expectations you may even be blessed to carry our offspring mothering the next generation of Masters.\"\n\nUte's eyes went wide in shock. They were going to force her to breed and carry slaves for them and possibly birth one of the disgusting writhing tentacle monsters? She fought in her restraints as the other women screamed and shouted their objections fearing they would be next.\n\n\"Do not struggle slave,\" The alien ordered. \"Your fate is inevitable. We will now begin tour optimization.\"\n\n\"What do you…\" Ute trailed off as eight metallic appendages extended from the machine hanging fro. The ceiling. Like a robotic octopus, it reached out with metallic tendrils as each shifted to begin its work.\n\n\"Your body must be altered,\" The creature explained stepping back from her as the machine continued. \"We will enhance all that we require and refocus you to your true purpose.\"\n\nUte started to scream but one of the metallic tendrils entered her mouth and slid into her throat silencing her. Shocked she swallowed involuntarily suddenly realizing the tendril was exuding a cool goopy syrup that settled into her belly. Even as that tendril began its work two others approached her nipples.\n\nThe tips of the tendrils split into tiny micro tendrils and caressed her nipples. Involuntarily they stiffened even as the tiny tendrils found her milk ducts and entered them invading her breasts. Another pair of tendrils approached the upper part of her chest almost in her armpits, they extended what looked like a \n\n device, but to her horror within the center was a series of smaller needles. The metallic tendrils stabbed forward and she expected pain but whatever the goo being pumped into her stomach seemed to keep her from feeling the pain. When the tendrils withdrew they left the devices behind implanted into her skin.\n\nBy now there was a warm almost burning sensation in her breasts and Ute realized something was being pumped into her milk ducts instead of withdrawn. The strange sensation wasn't unpleasant in fact only the tendril in her throat kept her from moaning in pleasure. \n\nUte struggled, they were making whatever they were doing feel good but she would never give in despite the pleasure. The machines however continued undisturbed by her struggle. The sixth tendril to approach aimed for her naval. It too sported a device like those implanted near her underarms and when it withdrew it left a similar implant in place. \n\nThe remaining two slipped toward her crotch and the two observing creatures undulated excitedly. They watched intently as the machine penetrated her cunt and ass with a tendril each. After the penetration though their purpose varied. As she felt the one in her cunt thicken and split to explore her womb and ovaries she felt it squirm within her. The other filled her with liquid and then sucked it out cleaning her ass before it too thickened stretching her poor asshole. \n\nOne of the creatures made an excited sound and the two turned their attention to her breasts. Looking at them herself Ute was shocked. While distracted by the machine her perky breasts had easily grown to exceed Elizabeth's. They sat heavily on her chest easily F cups or more and appeared swollen and engorged with milk. \n\nIt was then that the blue aperture turned red and a beam of energy extended toward Ute's head. Even as her body was ravaged and transformed by the machine it began its assault on her mind.\n\nUte felt it, it was demanding she let go that she give in and become a slave. But she wasn't a slave she had to stay strong and get back to her life, her job, her friends, husband, and kids. Her body may be changed but they couldn't own her mind.\n\nTHRUM\n\nThe machine pulsed and Ute felt her breasts so much, they were stretched tight by her milk. She was amazed that they were so big. A pair of new tentacles extended clear hoses carrying a purple liquid, they attached to the devices under her arms with an easy click, and she felt the liquid surge into her body. Somehow she knew those devices were ports for the aliens to help feed her massive milk-producing tits.\n\nA survey of pleasure and pride welled up in her at the thought of her massive tits being used to make milk for these vile aliens. Ute couldn't understand it but her thoughts were filled with all the images of feeding her children of leaking and spraying milk and it made her… Ute cried out in pleasure as she came the tendril in her throat muffling her cry.\n\nTHRUM"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Matriarchy | [
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"content": "While most Tribes suffered from cyclical upheavals and rebellion as their young men came of age, one in particular enjoyed both stability and an almost reverent societal growth. Their secret; a tandem approach that unexpectedly resolved two of the culture's greatest sources of conflict. Women who were finished bearing children earned leadership positions by ritually sacrificing the remainder of their fertility to the land, and one of their most significant responsibilities as leaders thereafter was to initiate young, lustful, hormone-laden boys into adulthood."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: female 25 pansexual falling in love with the sexy mature black woman who frequently shops where I work | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A legit ‘kind-of-innocent’ sophomore sorority pledge let’s slip she’s never had a guy cum in her mouth, but she’s genuinely curious! — proclaims she’s no virgin but never had the right chance to let a guy explode in her mouth. Do her sorority sisters make sure she has that chance? Do they ever! | [
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"content": "Amy had full trust in her sisters, they wouldn't let her down. There had been no judgement, no shame when she'd told them her secret. They had all just looked at one another, and promised her they'd help fix this ASAP.\n\nThe next evening two of her sisters had undressed her, tied her hair in a high ponytail, and placed a blindfold on her face. It was tied tightly, but not uncomfortably so. Then they had led her to another room. When they encouraged her to kneel, she wasn't surprised to find a soft, velvety cushion waiting for her. Amy knew they were going to look after her.\n\nThe door had opened, and Amy heard heavy footsteps. Three men from the sounds of it. Amy reached out with her hands, and found three erections waiting for her.\n\nWas it by accident or design that there was a mix of sizes? One was quite long, but not too thick. Another was thick but on the short side. The third was average in every way - in Amy's experience anyway.\n\nAmy started with the short but thick cock first. It left her mouth feeling nicely filled, satisfying. With her hands she did her best to touch and stroke the other two men. She wasn't sure if her sisters were still there, watching, but she wanted to put on a good show anyway.\n\nThe blindfold really added something to the experience. It was so exciting not knowing who these three men were. Amy assumed that they were frat brothers, but they could easily have been older brothers, or professors from the college, or even just random men of the street. Just thinking about it made Amy's nipples hard.\n\nClearly the men had been told to take a vow of silence, and it seemed that this vow extended to during the act too - not just after it. Not one of them spoke, and they tried their best to stifle their little moans and groans as Amy pleasured each one in turn. Sworn to silence, and yet they couldn't help themselves when Amy took one of them a little deeper, or sucked their balls, or did that little trick with her tongue that a pledge had taught her.\n\nTheir desperate attempts to keep quiet, and Amy's skill in making them fail made her feel invincible. Excitement bloomed in her chest and coursed through her veins. She'd never sucked a boy until he finished before today, but soon she would have done it for three of them.\n\nThe men kept swapping, taking turns in her mouth, but the length of time between them kept dropping. They were all getting closer, anxious to get their cocks back in Amy's mouth as quick as they could.\n\nNow Amy's cunt was throbbing from the blood rushing to it, aching for them to touch her. She could've stopped and begged them all to fuck her instead but her sisters had set this up for a reason, and she didn't want to disappoint them. Instead she allowed her hands to wander over her own body, pinching her hard nipples, stroking her wet slit.\n\nThe man with the average cock came first. His was just that bit easier to take deeper into her throat. His hand tenderly on the back of Amy's head, pushing himself just that little bit further into her. He grunted and cursed under his breath; not enough for Amy to recognise his voice. She felt euphoric when his prick twitched and pulsed and then shot his load straight down her willing throat. She had worried about the taste of the semen, but this avoided that entirely.\n\nWhen he withdrew Amy had just enough time to lick her lips before the next cock was in her mouth. He was so much more vigourous now, excited by seeing the other man empty himself in Amy's mouth.\n\nShe wished she could take off the blindfold. She wanted to look in their eyes, to see how their faces changed as they came in her mouth. The second man did not last long, and he too could not help but mutter under his breath as he emptied himself inside Amy's mouth.\n\nShe let it roll around in her mouth, savouring this moment, before gulping it down and opening her mouth wide to show them she had swallowed it, that she was ready for the next one. The third man did not need to be asked twice.\n\nAmy was close to orgasm herself now, but she knew she had to finish the job first. Still touching herself with one hand she now used the other to stroke and twist the cock in her mouth, to rake her nails across his ballsack.\n\nHe must've been biting his lip pretty hard. He was the only man not to make a sound, other than the slightest gasp as he released himself. His cock throbbed as it fired jet after jet of semen into Amy's mouth, and she gulped it all down as quickly as she could.\n\nNow Amy could finish herself, two fingers rubbing either side of her clit. She leaned back a little, imagining the men and her sisters watching, imagining them all wanting to touch her again. She thought about how she didn't know who any of them were and how exciting that had been. She felt the levee break inside her, a rush of relief as her orgasm surged. In that moment there could have been 200 strangers in the room and she would not have cared.\n\nAmy fell back in a shivering mess, excited but exhausted. Feminine hands either side of her helped her to her feet, and then one of her sisters whispered in her ear\n\n\"this was only the first room\".\n\nAmy smiled. Her sisters really did know how to take care of her"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The first rule of Cum Swallowing Club is *NOT* “Do not talk about Cum Swallowing Club” — in fact, quite the opposite!! But what are the other rules of such a club? And just how exactly is one initiated into such a club? | [
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"content": "Rain tapped on the awning over Emily's head. The sound of cars rushing a few blocks over carried through the night air. She was pretty far from downtown; even her cab driver had to look up directions.\n\nShe anxiously thumbed out a text to Anna. \"i'm outside... what do I do?\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"knock twice. then say ur here for a taste when they ask\"\n\nEmily pursed her lips. She was torn between excitement, and a sinking feeling that this was somehow all a practical joke.\n\nTwo nights ago, at an after-party hangout filled with way too much booze, Emily confessed to her years-long friends that her boyfriend couldn't cum from blowjobs. Try as she might, he could only cum from sex... which was fine... just not what Emily wanted. As they were leaving Anna invited her out this weekend, promising to help her out with her \"issue\". Of course the details were vague. Anna always acted this way.\n\nEmily gulped and made a fist. Two quick knocks on the door. A moment of silence passed before the intimidating metal door opened a crack. \"Can I help you?,\" a silhouette said.\n\n\"I'm... here for a taste?\"\n\nAnother silent pause. Then the door shut and the lock slid open. The doorman held the door and stepped off to the side. \"Down to the hall, all the way at the end.\"\n\nEmily cautiously made her way inside. It was dimly lit, with old, Victorian style wallpaper peeling off the sides. She heard chatter and laughter coming from behind the double doors at the end of the hall, and with another bout of courage, pushed her way inside. Inside was a speakeasy of sorts, with light jazz playing over loudspeakers and a crowd of fancy-looking people sipping cocktails and mulling about. And there was Anna. She caught Emily's eye and swung around on her barstool with a huge grin.\n\n\"Emily! You're right on time!\"\n\n\"Right on time for what?\"\n\n\"Oh, come on, you know!\"\n\n\"I really don't,\" Emily said, with awkward insistence. Anna's smile turned into a sly grin. \"I really didn't tell you?\"\n\n\"Not really, no.\"\n\n\"OK, well, the thing is... the first rule of Cum Swallowing Club is... you don't talk about Cum Swallowing Club.\"\n\nEmily let out a laugh. \"Excuse me? Cum swallowing club?\"\n\nAnna's smile grew. \"Want to know the second rule?\"\n\n---"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] The Satyrs' Square Dance | [
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"content": "**Example:** \n&nbsp; \n*\"Fill those buns right up with cream, then get on your knees and lick 'em clean!\"* \nThe orc roared as his shaft twitched, humping his satyr partner again and again as streams of cum filled his hairy rump, dripping from his russet fur. \nTurning his head slightly, the russet satyr gave a wink and a nod, using a hoof to nudge at the orc's ankle; getting the hint, the orc sank down until his knees were on the grass, tucking his hands behind his back submissively as he opened his jaws and began to lick his own cum out of the satyr's furry, smelly ass, the latter rubbing his shaft hard and working himself up for the next verse."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: M4F Use my mouth for your pleasure | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Near-future worldbuilding | [
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"content": "You’re a freshman/1st year, finally able to travel to the country that hosts your dream university after your country and the host country allow visa free travel. \n\nWhen you get there and are settled in, you have an across-the-hall (can be M, F, trans, etc; your choice) neighbour who catches your eye. You work to get up the courage to approach them, but this whole dating thing in a new country is different than expected."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Tall, leggy, flat-chested, asymmetrical short hair, androgynous, w/ a full(!!) but tidy red bush — a college art student on her very first day ever dancing in a nice, all-nude strip club one slow weekday morning — w/ practically only one customer (me! OP!) and I was encouraging, nice, generou$. | [
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"content": "“I found them!” shouted Chris bursting into the bar to startle John.\n\n“Found what?” asked John, he was two pints in and looking to start another day recruiting on a high note.\n\n“Our 5th party member!”\n\n“5th isn’t hard, we need someone to fill diversity, we are 4 human males, unless you found a female goat tentacle monster we are still in a diversity issue.”\n\n“Better!”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Trust me.” said Chris, John decided to bite and follow him across the street to…\n\n“You found them in a strip club?”\n\n“What? 4 dudes, diversity isn’t our only problem right now.”\n\nJohn took off his shield and sword, handing them to the bounder. Chris had a point, he hadn’t seen a nice pair in a while. The bouncer eyes John’s platemail and shrugged before letting him into the smoky dark den, the focus of attention and illumination was the stage.\n\n“How long until ‘traffic jam’?” Chris asked a topless waitress, she was a dwarf, stripclubs tended to save the elves for weekends… and nighttime.\n\n“Aye, in the back, she’s just ‘bout to get her groove on.”\n\n“Chris, I have faith in you… possibly too much I’m realising… but I don't think a stripper is what the guild had in mind when it comes to diversity.”\n\n“I need just a little more faith.” said Chris as the candle reflectors rotated to better illuminate the stage.\n\nA bard shouted ‘Traffic Jam’ and… \n\n“What?” said John.\n\nA six foot tall woman with an oddly shrunken head, tiny shoulders and arms on little stubby legs with the longest torso John had ever seen stepped out on stage. She wore a trench coat tied high around her waist. John was perplexed by the 3 men cheering and morbidly intrigued by what would lie underneath. They would at least tick the minority box, John had never seen the species. Her little hands began to untie the trenchcoat and with a blast of music it was gone, 3 gnomes, each sitting on the others shoulders revealed themselves as 3 left hands grasped the bar and twirled for the small crowd. The top had short red asymmetrical hair in the gnome's usual style and a large red bush between her legs. Below a gnome was similar but in yellow. At the bottom a strong gnome, probably a warrior in green. They sang a song about how red was coy and turned everyone down, the middle would tease them to the edge and make them wait and green was down to fuck. They were surprisingly agile. They were perfect!\n\n“Chris, I’m sorry to have doubted your genius.”\n\nChris stood with a broad grin and a tear in his eye.\n\n“We will be almost 50% female!”\n\nJohn eyed his coinpurse's contents, thumbing aside the gold coins for the silver. They were weekday strippers after all."
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"content": "Five miles. Five miles were all that stood between Tiffany and her home. She glanced back at her car, the thin trail of smoke still curling out from underneath the hood, and reflexively checked her phone despite the fact that it had been dead for the better part of the afternoon.\nTo say she was having a bad day would be a little bit of an understatement, but she wouldn't even allow herself to think frivolous thoughts such as: \"it couldn't get any worse.\"\n\nIt did, but she was fairly confident that she wasn't at fault.\n\nA distant peal of thunder heralded a sudden sweeping downpour, and Tiffany was grateful for the accompanying rush of noise. No one would be able to hear her scream. And scream she did, more in defiance than despair as she kept walking.\nAnother clap of thunder rolled overhead, and Tiffany didn't hear the car approach, so when it gently rolled to a stop beside her she was startled by the young man's voice shouting so close to her ear.\n\n\"Ma'am! Do you need a ride!?\" The boy bellowed.\n\nTiffany blinked, her heart pounding in her chest. He looked young. If he was eighteen it was only barely, but was he dangerous? He looked lanky, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have friends that could overpower her.\n\n\"I'll let you drive, if that would make you feel safer.\" The Boy added suddenly, knocking her out of her thoughts. Tiffany noted the genuine concern on his face and gave him a brief nod.\n\n\"Do you mind?\" She asked. \"I live just up the road.\"\n\nThe boy nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt without another word. It felt a little strange, sitting down in the driver's seat of someone else's car, but she checked the mirrors and adjusted the seat and then turned her head to watch the boy. He smiled at her as he clicked his seatbelt, and then gave her a thumbs up.\n\n\"I'm Tim Sharpe, by the way.\" He offered.\n\n\"Tiffany.\" She replied. Tim nodded and then gestured to the road. If he was curious as to why she was being so blunt, it didn't show on his face. \n\n\"Was that your car back there? Why didn't you call for help?\" Tim asked.\n\n\"Phone's dead.\" She replied.\n\n\"Need me to call anyone?\" Tim offered.\n\nTiffany pulled into her driveway and parked in front of the garage. It wasn't a large house, but it was distinct, with immaculately kept hedges and an ornate flower garden in the front yard, complete with a little pond. Her former husband had been particularly fond of the garden, and normally spent the entire spring keeping it up. This year it was a little shabby looking, with obvious weeds and damaged ornaments.\n\n\"There's no one to call. Not around here, anyway.\" Tiffany said quietly.\n\nTim looked a little shocked, but there was something behind the shock that frustrated her. Pity.\n\n\"You're Mrs. Carpenter. I didn't recognize you.\" He whispered.\n\n\"It's Ms. Orlando now, actually. Divorce finalized four days ago.\" With a sigh, Tiffany collapsed against the steering wheel. She was tired and soaked to the bone, but what upset her most was the pity. \n\n\"I'm beginning to resent this whole damn town.\" She said more to herself than Tim, but it felt nice to just say it. \n\"Our divorce was amicable, for the most part. Peter was never abusive, we never fought. We just… grew apart. If Peter's father hadn't passed he would probably still be here and nothing would have changed. We were more roommates than husband and wife, we hardly even slept in the same bed.\" She didn't know when she had started crying, tears splashed against the steering wheel as she spoke.\n\"When Peter told me he wanted to move back home to Oregon to support his mother… I told him to go without me. We don't have any kids, and he obviously didn't want the house, so it was a clean break.\" She choked out, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice.\n\nA clean break that left her here, thirty-six and alone. Not helpless, by any means. She had a good job and, up until recently, a good car. Tiffany scowled and wiped the tears off of her cheeks. No. She wasn't going to fall to pieces. Not here, and not in front of a stranger.\n\nTim, for his part, waited patiently for her to speak again. He was wet, just like she was, but it didn't seem to bother him. Instead, he just kept giving her that look. She may have been unfair in calling it pity earlier, but he definitely seemed concerned. Genuinely concerned.\n\n\"You should come in.\" Tiffany said, shutting off the engine of Tim's car and handing him the keys.\n\"To dry off, of course.\" She added.\n\nTim nodded thoughtfully and the two of them ran up to the house. Inside, Tiffany led him to the den. It was a little packed, as many of the walls here lined with shelves and shelves of books, but there were a few places to sit. Chairs with accompanying lamps, as well as a lumpy sofa.\n\n\"Wait here, I'll grab you a towel and see if Peter left behind anything that will fit you.\" Said Tiffany, but Tim was already walking along the bookshelves, smiling and reading some of the titles out loud.\n\n\"Sure thing, Ms. Orlando. Do you… do you mind if I take a look at some of these? You've got some great stuff here, and I promise my hands are dry.\" He asked.\n\nTiffany felt a small sting of pride as she realized that Tim had drifted to one of the shelves that held her personal collection of mystery novels.\n\"Sure, why not? As long as you promise not to cease the pages.\" She said with a playful glower. Tim gasped, and mimed being shot through the heart.\n\n\"I would rather die!\" He insisted, and the two of them laughed together. It felt so good to laugh, that Tiffany practically skipped back to her room. She grabbed a towel, some sweat pants and an old tshirt, humming playfully as she did, when she caught a glimpse of her reflection and froze.\n\nHer joy faded as her eyes traced down the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She sighed at the odd gray hairs mixed within her springy blonde curls, and couldn't help the sudden urge to lift her breasts and relieve the hint of sag that was slowly creeping in.\n\"What am I doing?\" She whispered, placing her hand against the mirror.\n\nShe had sobered by the time she rejoined Tim in the den. She tried to resist the urge to watch him from the doorway, intent as she was on finishing their business, but she couldn't help herself. He was cute, and not just in a boyish way. There was a distinguished angle to his jaw, and a quiet intelligence behind his eyes. Combine that with dark, messy hair and tell-tale stubble on his chin, and she guessed that he'd be quite the handsome husband in a few years. To a lucky girl much younger than she was.\n\n\"Tim.\" She said softly, so as not to startle him. \"I found you some things to change into.\" \n\nTim gently closed the book he was reading and grinned.\n\"Awesome! Thanks, Ms. Orlando!\" He said as he took the towel and dry clothes. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. \n\nTim cleared his throat and looked around. \n\"Where is the bathroom, ma'am?\" He asked, blushing.\n\n\"Oh! It's, um. Down that hall.\" Tiffany replied, pointing.\n\"Take a left, then it's straight back.\"\n\nHe nodded, then slowly backed away before turning on his heel. Was he trying to maintain eye contact? A secret part of her wished that would have just stripped down, so much for the boldness of youth. With a sigh she glanced down at the small stack of books that Tim had chosen.\n\"Well, you've got good taste in literature, Mr. Sharpe.\" She mumbled, fondly tracing a finger down the spine of a particularly good mystery novel about germ warfare.\n\n\"Oh, are you still wearing your wet clothes, Ms. Orlando? You could get sick!\" Tim said suddenly. Tiffany yelped, grabbed the book and spun around as if to use it to defend herself. Tim looked just as shocked as she did, and then the two of them broke out into fresh laughter.\n\n\"Oops! Sorry, Ms. Orlando.\" Tim said with a grin.\n\n\"Oh, please stop with the 'Ms. Orlando'. I realize that I'm probably twice your age, but you're making me feel like an old librarian!\" Tiffany replied. Tim gave her an inquisitive look.\n\n\"Twice my age? You don't look forty to me.\" He said with a slight frown.\n\n\"Closer to forty than thirty.\" Tiffany replied with a sigh.\n\n\"I wouldn't have guessed.\" Said Tim, cheerfully. Tiffany gave him another smile, and nodded her head.\n\n\"Well, regardless, I'm going to get changed, Tim. If you want, I can throw your clothes in the dryer or you can have the ones you're wearing. Either way, thank you for your help tonight.\" She hoped it sounded firm, finite, but she wasn't entirely sure. Deep down she knew she didn't want Tim to leave, grateful as she was for the company, and she wondered if he could hear it in her voice. \n\nTim was quiet. He seemed to be studying her, and then he lifted his head and looked around the den. He frowned thoughtfully, but it was a moment longer before he spoke.\n\n\"Ms. Orlan- Tiffany… Is it alright if I take you out to dinner?\" He asked finally. She hadn't realized her jaw had been clenched, but she felt it relax so suddenly that she had to fight to keep it from popping open.\n\n\"E-excuse me?\" She whispered.\n\n\"Oh, it's n-nothing l-like…\" He stammered. \n\"W-what I mean is, this is a big e-empty house. It seems… lonely.\" He took a deep breath to steady himself.\n\"I don't know how to describe it, but you've got a look about you, ma'am. Like you need someone to talk to. Y'know… a friend.\"\n\nNow it was Tiffany's turn to blush. Her mind was racing, screaming. Wait! She had to answer him!\n\"Dinner. Sure. Just, um-\" She cleared her throat.\n\"Just give me a couple of minutes to shower and get changed. I'll throw your clothes in the dryer, and then… we'll grab something to eat.\" \n\nTim's smile was infectious. \n\"I'll wait here, then.\" He said, gently taking the book he had been reading back from her and going to sit in one of the chairs. Tiffany watched him, and when his back was turned she bit her lip. No. Again, she had to tell herself no. Even if he was twenty, he was too young. Too young to be interested in her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A handsome german guy has a dream to become an artist but is rejected from art school... | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [M4F] Let's Sexfight, loser gets fucked | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] The Witcher but like, monsters are dealt with by fucking them instead of slaying them. | [
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"content": "Another day, another quest.\n\nThis isn’t what I had hoped to get out of magic, but it’s frankly the best coin out of all my options. As a natural egoist, my skill lies in transforming myself. This makes me a natural elite in any field involving physical labor-I can literally morph myself into a more optimal shape. But I freely admit, my reasons for honing my skills were more...base in nature. I wanted to be able to reach lot my own form to explore all kinda of exotic manners of sex. Species barrier, sex ones, even some more out-their configurations, all things I’ve tried.\n\nBut at the end of the day, using my powerful body taking quests from an adventurer’s guild, as unpleasant as most were, was my best option to maximize my ‘me’ time while still making a living.\n\nAnd that’s how I end up in this arse-end of nowhereville, population: slowly ticking down. Pretty standard stuff ‘people keep going missing for some reason, can you find out what and stop it?’.\n\nA trip around town and a flash of my licence (even if I’m not a mage in the way most people think, being such a specialist, the title always sounds Important), they are fortunately willing to cough up a bit more useful information. Namely, a certain direction that virtually nobody came back from. With the obvious place to go, I was quick to pack my things and head out. \n\nHalf a day of marching, and there’s a sudden shattering of something against my upper body, some liquid spilling over me. I can feel it fizzle against me-it’s trying to change me, but my body is my domain alone to control. Readying myself for a fight, my eyes become as an eagle’s while my hands become wicked things of my own devising-twisted masses of black iron with short-sword like projections for fingers. Grey chitin grows like body armor around me, in case the next object is more pointy.\n\nI scan the tree line for who or what threw it, and eventually spot something scurrying around. Small figure, green colored, using tools. Despite the danger, I can’t help but be mildly distracted as I eye over their figure-hips twice as wide as their shoulders and an ass to match. Female goblins apparently, if my memory served correct.\n\nA rustling announce there were more emerging from the brush-much closer to me. Turning around to stare, several seemed to be warily approaching me, spears drawn. They looked more afraid of me than I was of them. The leader wasn’t hard to spot-she was the one with an actual steel sword and shield set, presumably scavenged, given how everything else seemed barely past Neolithic construction.\n\nSince they seemed too wary to attack me, I tried to parley. My monstrous battle-form faded away in place of my normal shape. “I’ve heard of people going missing-would you guys happen to have anything to do with that?” Their leader seemed to be the only one to really ruminate over my attempt, the rest keeping spears pointed shakily at me. Eventually, she seems to reach a conclusion, and beacons me to follow her. I eagerly do so, even as the others walk me at spear point. I don’t mind that too much-one change back to my war form and I’d have them splattered on the floor within the minute.\n\nThe lead me back to a primitive village-an encampment of wooden palisades around bone-and-leather tents as dwellings. I was lead to the biggest one where what I assume was their shaman was their to greet me (the hat that looked like most of a deer skull gave it away). Unlike the rest, she actually spoke to me in common, but I had a hard time paying attention to her words. She had a set of jugs as impressive as her rear, which stood out even among the the hefty junks on display. At least, from the snippets where I was paying enough attention to listen to her respond to my questions, it was simple-goblins are a female only race (what most thing of as male goblins are unrelated species, just look similar). So, they either had to find willing broodfathers, or convert human women, to increase their numbers. All the men they’d been trying to capture caught to the death, so they’d been getting desperate and resorting to mass conversions. I was spared because I was the first they’d seen that hadn’t panicked, and resisted to formula.\n\nI crack a grin as I take this all in. So, an entire village full of short stacks so breed-hungry they’re been trying to grab men to get their fill? Jackpot. As much as I may have been born sans-dick, it was one of the first things I’d done with my magic gifts, and I was more than happy to do so again to fill in this gap. \n\nA few words, and I manage to convince her it would be best if we discussed in private. The armed goblins were weary, but complied with the shaman as she waved them out. And in the meanwhile, I had been forming quite a potent tool within my trousers-started with the base from a centaur, and then improved upon it in ways nature hadn’t. \n\nAnd then, I pounced.\n\nKnocking her over as I ripped off my garments to reveal myself, a hand shot over her mouth to silence her as I pinned her down, and forced my equine endowments within her depths. Surprise and discomfort over the size soon faded away, her own wet arousal mixing with my pre as I rutted into her with vigor. My sacks churned heavily as I imagined a whole harem of gravif little goblins all fawning over me-and the few not yet filled fighting for their chance to be introduced to motherhood. My hands eventually let go of her mouth to grip her tighter, hold her warm body closer, bounce her up and down my lap. Our cries rang out as our union reached its conclusion, my flare swelling up and locking me in her as I pumped enough cum in her that she looked slightly plump, while she writhed around my girth. \n\nThe sound attracted the armed ones outside, who came in to see slowly pulling myself out of their shaman, her bred cunt still gaping and leaking my seed while more dripped from its still-hard head. Common language wasn’t needed for appropriate responses as I asked “So, who’s next?”\n\nThat night, and so many others like it in the future, would become a lustful haze. The slap of flesh on flesh, and sight of so many fertile curves before me-all just further fuel to the flames of my rut as I move from one tight muff to the next, leaving all with my seed leaking out of them. Anyway I could have them, I did. With my own abilities, this even extended into some manners outside normal human possibilities, as tentacles, redundant cocks, and whatever else struck my fancy sprouted from by body. Some form of incense was released into the culmination orgy that only made it harder to focus on things that weren’t the touch of each other’s body-I couldn’t bring myself to care enough to instruct my body to fight it.\n\nI never did go back to collect on a technically successful quest. With a breeder like me around, they didn’t need to hunt for conversions or more suitors, but I had bigger things in mind. Like ensuring my legacy. Given how numerous my daughters would be, that at least one of them would inherit my sorcerous talent was nigh-guaranteed. And that would let me make sure they always had possible breeders like me-shifters who could accept the mantle as needed. Who knows, I might have just started the genesis of a new species-all by being a pervert who isn’t gonna let green skin get between them and having a good time."
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"content": "Sir and his Mistress had a large home in the nice part of town. Sara couldn't believe she was going to get to live with them if tonight went well.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSir wore a vintage 1930s style suit, while Mistress was in a skin-tight latex dress. Her long, red hair hung in ringlets, in sharp contrast with her pale skin and big brown eyes. Sara had dressed nicely, in a cute dress, but felt a little unprepared compared to her potential owners.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe rules were clear. Sir was the head of the house, and Mistress was second. Sara was to be nothing, not even a distant third. They would call her 'Kitten', and she could sleep in an oversized dog-bed at the foot of the master bed. Sara agreed readily. This was all she had ever wanted.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"are you clear on why we are bringing you into our home my little Kitten?\" asked Sir.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara nodded happily. Sir greatly enjoyed dominating women. Mistress enjoyed being dominated, but sometimes wanted to play at being in charge too. The thought had greatly pleased Sir, and so he had looked for someone appropriate.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress demanded that Sara undress, wanting to thorough inspect her body. They were roughly the same height, Kitten and her Mistress, but Sara's legs were a little longer, her breasts were a bit bigger. Mistress seemed to like Sara's blonde hair and pretty face. \"she's perfect\" she'd squealed happily.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThey took Sara's clothes from her, and gave her a collar to wear instead. It felt nice to feel owned by this couple. They would take care of her and love her, and all Sara had to do was be their private little house-slut.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was one final test however.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress asked \"Kitten, are you a good girl?\". Sara nodded.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Have you always been a good girl?\". Sara hesitated, before admitting that she had not.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"that's ok Kitten - but we will need you to be punished for the times you've been bad\". Sara understood, and didn't question it when Mistress bid Sara to come lay across her knees.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara was told to share details of times she'd been bad. She told them about the time she sucked the cock of a father when she was babysitting. The time she fucked her best friend so their boyfriends could both watch. The time she fucked an ex, even when she had a new boyfriend. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAll her sluttiest secrets were shared, and each was rewarded with a firm spanking from her new Mistress. Each slap across her buttocks made her gasp and wriggle, but she didn't once ask them to stop. Sara knew she deserved it, and she wanted to be a good little Kitten. Mistress spanked Sara until her bum was all bright red and sensitive, until Mistress' hand ached. Sir looked on approvingly, encouraging Mistress to keep going until Sara had spilled her dirtiest stories. Cathartic, in the best possible way.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara was still laying across her Mistress' knees when Mistress slipped a teasing fingers between Sara's legs. Mistress was pleased to feel how wet Sara had become. With one hand she pulled Sara's hair, while the other finger-fucked Sara's soaking wet cunt.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress would sometimes lean forward and kiss Sara tenderly on the back of the neck, as Sara covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle the noise she was making. She was there to please them, not to orgasm herself, so she felt ashamed already. She was trying so hard to resist. Mistress slipped one hand around to Sara's chest, and began to pinch and pull at her nipples.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAll Sara could do was squirm, and kick her legs helplessly as Mistress forced her to orgasm, the cheeks on her face flushing almost as red as the cheeks of her ass.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIf Sara thought that would be it then she was wrong. Now Mistress told her to kneel in front of her. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Kitten, I will need to check that you are able to suck Sir's cock properly. You must demonstrate for me\".\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe began with her fingers. The same fingers that had already been inside Sara, making her lick them clean. Fingers pushed into her mouth, rubbing her tongue, forced backwards into Sara's throat until she retched. Slimy spit collected around Mistress's fingers, until she withdrew them and wiped them on Sara's face\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress reached into a box beside her, and pulled out a large strap-on dildo, which she fastened into place on herself. Sara began to stroke the dildo with her hand, only to recieve a sharp slap to the face\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"no hands Kitten. Mouth only\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara folded her arms behind her back, and began to suck the dildos head. She wanted to impress her new masters, trying her best not to gag as Mistress pushed Sara's head further and further down the length of the strap-on. Her throat was getting all stretched out from it as Mistress fucked her mouth. Spit ran down Sara's chin as her saliva glands were over-activated. She could not bring her hands forward to wipe that spit from her chin, nor the tears from her eyes. She kept them folded behind her back at all times, wanting to be a good little Kitten.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress used her foot to push Sara backwards. The strap-on glistened in the light with Sara's spit covering it. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I think this is wet enough to fuck you with now Kitten. Get on your hands and knees\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nSara obeyed without question. She was smiling at first, excited to be used like this, but when the full length of the strap-on slide inside her, Sara's face changed to sheer bliss. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth fell open. It was so *thick*, it filled her so perfectly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress used one hand to grab Sara's collar, pulling it so it choked Sara slightly. Mistress' other hand spanked Sara's already sore and sensitive bottom as she fucked Sara fast and hard.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nMistress pounded Sara's tight pussy without mercy, until Sara came again. Her breasts swung with the motion, into the backs of her arms, until she almost couldn't take it anymore and had to bury her face into the rug they laid upon. The change of position only seemed to excite Mistress more, now using both hands to grip on Sara's hips as she fucked her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNow Sir wanted to join in, making them switch position so that Sara lay on her back. Mistress was still in between her legs, taking her roughly with the dildo, as Sir shoved his hard prick into Sara's mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nIt wasn't as big as the strap-on she'd already deepthroated, but it wasn't far off. Sara remembered not to use her hands, and just her mouth. The motion of Mistress fucking her forced Sara backwards and forwards along Sir's cock, helping him get right into her well-fucked throat. Sara had never felt so exquisitly *full*.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nBoth Sir and Mistress leaned across Sara's body so that they could kiss each other, and Sara enjoyed watching them be so close and intimate, even as the two of them were deep inside Sara. Sir could not keep his hands from Sara's breasts, squeezing and pulling them as he fucked her mouth.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHe pulled out of Sara, as his cock jerked and twitched, pumping a thick load of cum all over her face. Mistress used her fingers to tenderly wipe away the cum which threatened to run into Sara's eyes.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"what a disgusting and beautiful mess you look Kitten\" Mistress cooed sweetly, cuddling up to her new plaything.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"I can tell I'm going to have a lot of fun with you\""
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"content": "\"Cleo, you're up,\" the local Director of Intelligence called over to the interrogator.\n\n\n\"Perfect,\" responded Cleo in an annoyed, slightly shaky tone.\n\n\nCleo was part of the Disinhibition Intelligence Gathering Team of a certain branch of the Unified North-American Socialist Republic Intelligence Agency. That's a fancy way of saying she fucked suspected enemies of the state to get information out of them. She hated the job, but was not allowed to change her position. She was required to extract information from subjects dosed with extremely potent aphrodisiacs using her body. She too was required to take aphrodisiacs. It helped the process move smoother. It also served as an incentive to go through with the interrogation, and made the process less traumatic. Of course the men typically came inside her, which was why she was mandatorily sterilized. If she made too much of a fuss about her position, she'd likely be arrested, charged with sedition, and sent to a labor camp as was standard of anyone who caused issues in any operation.\n\n\nCleo walked to the interrogation room door, adjusting her red top. It was low cut, revealing a lot of cleavage and her black lace bra. She had DDs, partly because of the drug regimen she was on. Below she wore cut off jeans so short that they looked more like a band of denim wrapped around her. Under her jeans, she wore black lace panties. Her fairly long, black hair was voluminous, and she wore cherry red lipstick. The rest of her body was less substantial than her breasts. She had some meat, but was not fat. The men she interrogated loved her thighs, and some of them even got off to her feet. Physically, she was fairly well taken care of. Because of the need to keep her in good condition to interrogate suspects, she was fed and cared for well. Appearance was everything with this. It was the ultimate cushioned prison cell. She punched her breast, causing herself a great deal of pain to shake off her displeased facial expression. The drugs made her breasts very sensitive. When she had on the look of a hungry, slutty woman, she entered.\n\n\nShe sauntered toward the restrained prisoner. His name was Alexander Fortini, she remembered from his file.\n\n\n\"Hey there Alex,\" she said in a sultry tone. \"They tell me you've got some information you're trying to keep all to yourself.\" The suspect was trying to stay as composed as possible, but the drugs were already setting in and his eyes had trouble looking anywhere but her bust. She leaned over to get her face closer to his, revealing more of her cleavage. \"I'd really like to hear about what it is you're holding back.\" She straddled him, feeling his hardness push against her jeans. Her wetness had already started to soak through the denim of her shorts.\n\n\nAlex pursed his lips trying to hold back from reacting to her. Between the drugs and the fact that the resistance fighters didn't really get access to women often made cracking them relatively easy.\n\n\n\"Come on Alex, whatever it is it can't be that important.\" She whispered to him. Cleo began to lightly grind her hips. \"I can't work with you if you don't work with me.\"\n\n\nShe continued her teasing, slowly wearing him down. The drugs were in full effect on him. With each touch, each show of skin, each saucy remark, his mind threatened to give in.\n\n\n\"Davis, I'm working under commander Davis,\" he said weakly, breathing heavily.\n\n\nShe moaned at his giving in. \"Oh, is that right?\" She reached her finger into her panties, covering it in her fluids. She reached out toward his face and he eagerly lapped at it. \"See, doesn't it feel so much better to just let it out?\"\n\n\nCleo rubbed his legs and caressed his bulge. \"We were doing recon at the time. It was for an upcoming…\" He didn't finish his sentence.\n\n\nShe put on an intrigued look. \"For what, Alex?\" She unzipped his gray prison suit to reveal his throbbing erection. She pushed her face against it and looked up at him with wonton eyes.\n\n\nHe groaned and tried to hold back. \"The… upcoming prison break. It's been in the works for months.\"\n\n\nShe smiled up at the young man, \"Good boy, you really know what to say to a girl.\" She slid her mouth around his length and began giving him oral. He groaned louder as the pleasure built.\n\n\nShe continued her work, slowly getting more and more information. She took off articles of clothing, put on a little solo show, and gave him her panties to sniff. There was only a little bit left to extract. Cleo straddled his lap, the two of them already fully nude. His length was pressed up against her soaked slit. \"Please Alex, I wanna know how you got the information. I need it Alex.\"\n\n\nPanting, he didn't have it in him to fight anymore. \"Trevor, Trevor Fieldburn. He's working on the inside. He's feeding all the information to us.\"\n\n\nCleo smiled as she lowered herself onto him, both of them moaning loudly. The drugs made the feeling torturously intense for Alex, though Cleo felt genuine pleasure from them as well. She bounced on his lap and ground her hips. She moaned as she quivered on top of him. She fucked him for a while until she needed release.\n\n\n\"Fuck, Alex,\" she panted, \"I really want your cum. You just have to tell me where you're stationed. That's it, then you can shoot it inside me.\" She reached up and grabbed a capsule from behind her ear. The capsule contained a drug that would allow Alex to orgasm. One of the drugs they gave him suppressed his ability to orgasm until that chemical agent was introduced into his bloodstream. \"All you have to do is tell me baby, and this'll let you have release.\"\n\n\nHe whimpered, the pleasure too much to handle. \"Franklinton, we're stationed in Franklinton. Near the prison. Please let me cum, please!\"\n\n\nCleo smiled, reupping the intensity with which she bounced on his length. She put the capsule between her teeth and punctured it, letting the liquid flow into her mouth. She brought her libs to his and kissed him ferociously, using her tongue to move the fluid into his mouth. Within seconds he began to shake as an orgasm built. The chemical also unlocked her orgasm, and she clenched down on his length. In unison, they both practically screamed, \"Fuck!\" as Cleo pushed herself down hard and Alex shot his load deep inside her. For a few seconds it was bliss, before the euphoria wore off and the drugs ceased to be effective. All that was left was the feeling of being exploited.\n\n\nCleo climbed off him and stared him down with contemptuous eyes. She pulled back her right fist and sent it, landing a solid blow to his face. \"Fuck you you fascist bastard! I hope your comrades get raped to death!\" She could get away with hitting them once afterward, as long as she didn't go overboard. She picked up her clothes and exited the room to see the director waiting for her.\n\n\n\"We got everything we needed on our end. You seemed to enjoy that as usual.\" He said the last part with a hint of mockery.\n\n\n\"Go to Hell Mark!\" she yelled at him as she stomped away, naked. He grinned almost maliciously as he watched her go.\n\n\nThe rest of the day was spent filling out the report and reviewing the footage as necessary. The worst part was that anything that wasn't burned into her mind, she had to review for the report. Every move, every word of intel and every moan was caught on video. On her way to the locker room, she heard that the information she'd gotten was already irrelevant. The plot to spring the prisoners loose was foiled the day before, the enemy combatants were already on their way to the nearest prison camp, and the department was not informed until a few hours after the interogation. Furious, she went alone into the locker room.\n\n\n\"FUCK!\" she screamed punching the lockers repeatedly. \"Fuck that fascist piece of shit! And fuck the rest of them! And fuck you Mark, and the labor directors, and the whole fucking government!\" Her punches started to draw blood and she stopped. She would be reprimanded for that. Cleo sank down onto the bench and sobbed into her hands for a good five minutes. The room echoed with the sound of her sobs. When she had composed herself, she made her way out and home to her apartment.\n\n\nThe ride home was always miserable. The public transit was usually late, and the day haunted her trip. When she got home to her apartment, the drinking began. The drink of choice that night was vodka, for no real reason other than there being a shortage of everything else. As she sat, drinking away her depression, she pulled out her revolver. It was fairly common for someone to keep an illegal piece, though if it came down to self defense, he or she would just be sent to prison anyway. Like many nights, she sat on her couch wondering if that day would be the day she finally took something into her own hands."
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"content": "Well, getting railed before going adventuring wasn't really all that bad. Even the machines were fun! Skip's servant shoved his cock into Skip's ass, and as his cock began to stand at full attention, wet and ready, Skip slipped on his cock ring, ensuring that he would remain erect for the rest of the day.\n\nEvery day, something new was tried to find the most efficient method of powering the cock ring. It was so powerful that it was essential to bring on an adventure. The machine was by far his favorite so far...\n\nThe machine was powered by magic crystals, and the wooden parts were accompanied by metal reinforcements. Skip laid down, inserting his legs and arms into gaps that locked him in place. The machine began to whirr and he could hear the main piece power up behind him. A 10 inch dildo that was lubricated with a magic stone that was always wet. It leaked out a substance nobody could identify, yet it was perfect for lube.\n\nThe dildo pressed up against him, then rocked right into Skip. Skip's cock quickly went erect and slid into the hole that was designed for it, which was lined with gel from a succubus's stores. Each press of the machine made his cock move up and down, effectively fucking him in two places at once.\n\nSkip moaned and let his tongue hang out as the machine continued. His bard's hat fell off and to the side. The machine throttled deep into him, and his cock twisted and churned like butter. Before he knew it, the machine began to pump him full of cum, harvested from horny elves. Skip felt his asshole fill and groaned with pleasure as his own cock released, leaving a pool of cum at the bottom of the gel. He heard a moan come from overhead from the pumps, and felt another fresh load flow into him as the machine drained itself.\n\nSkip hopped out of the machine and slipped on the cock ring, a dribble of cum falling off of his penis. The ring glowed a bright pink and sent hearts into the air before Skip felt a pulse of magic power flow through him. He giggled and put on the rest of his clothes, before getting ready to start another day of looting dungeons and exploring forests..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thinking of cheating? Tell me how you'd do it, with whom and where F4A | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: This is the first time beastfolk were allowed into the Elven realm, with Minotaur emissaries making their way through the city. The giants would be quite a sight to sheltered elven eyes. | [
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"content": "Curious crowds lined the streets as a pegasus flew over, its rider announcing to all that the minotaur delegation was approaching. \n&nbsp; \nAs the gate opened, the first being through was a tall, bulky, muscular humanoid, covered in short fur, with the head and hooves of a bull. \nDressed in only a loincloth and harness, one of his hands was holding a staff and periodically knocking it against the ground, whilst clutched in his other hand was a bullwhip, which he cracked in the empty space in front of him again and again, following a rhythm. \nFollowing shortly after the whip-cracker were a pair of minotaur soldiers, clad in fine metal armor and armed with longspears, marching in step to the whip's rhythm, their eyes casually scanning the elven crowd. \n&nbsp; \nAnd then, after the two guards, came no less than six more minotaurs, these ones covered in thick shaggy fur but otherwise completely naked, walking in lockstep to the crack of the whip, bearing two large poles between them. \nSettled on top of the poles, was a luxurious looking chair with a canopy. And in that chair, sat the first of the minotaur diplomats, decked out in fine cerulean robes and silver jewelry, gazing down on the gathered elven crowds with a kind of patronising approval. \n...Oh, and there were a couple more of the guards bringing up the rear of the litter, too. \n&nbsp; \n(Possibly to be continued; a couple of mental concepts I had in mind were a) that the litter carriers are 'cattle', a majority caste of minotaurs akin to chattel slaves but with strong laws against mistreatment, and b) the leader of the group was a wayfinder, using his staff to test the ground and make sure it's safe to walk on and the whip to keep everybody walking at the same pace.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: DC Comics based story driven/NSFW Longterm RP [M4M] | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Sexy Story Time- March ‘21 | [
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"content": "* The hotel rooms next to yours are loud, so you call to complain. Instead of quieting your neighbors [this woman](https://external-preview.redd.it/NdOGqXmEw4Bv1-cTzuSct8XkDHETQUXN401eM9mR040.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=af9c87697e2c68fd59dbfeb32370d00f837959f5) appears at your door.\n* As a personal trainer in a pandemic, it's hard to meet with clients in person, so you've switched to webcam. [This one](https://preview.redd.it/d3y9yiioo5j61.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=432462335db8327017fafb7e870593fb797a6405) seems bent on giving you a show, and a tip...\n* The hypno-therapy was supposed to help her insomnia and stress. It seems to have been [a little too effective](https://preview.redd.it/33smzzsnh6i61.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=9afa8e3f5b89ec91aa27c1739bc554223fa189c0)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He stood, naked, before them, accepting what was to come. | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me your prompts, I'll do my best to deliver! Please provide either a general concept or some details! (New here, so please be gentle! I'm also not great, critique is welcome!) | [
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"content": "On a weekend in Vegas they were discussing getting a stripper, or maybe even a girl that does more than just strip, though they despaired at how to find anyone. Their jaws hit the floor though, when their busty tomboy friend blushed, looked away, and remarked, \"Well... I mean... I could do it.\"\n\nWent with something pretty tame. My prompts can get into quite some kinks when I feel like being more *creative*."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I am in need of some pseudo-incest scenarios (FAKE daddy/daughter), pretty please. | [
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] I am in need of some pseudo-incest scenarios (FAKE daddy/daughter), pretty please."
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"content": "His daughter's best friend has always been like a sister to her, even staying over and living at the house when her parents moved overseas. They went to the same college together too. Now that they're back visiting over break, it comes to his attention that she's had quite the growth spurt, that and the freshman 15 have been very, very kind to her. Her once skinny and even boyish figure has really blossomed into that of a total bombshell. Between her newly flirtatious nature, and her goth punk aesthetic, it seems like she's had a sexual awakening as well..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [M4F] Let's Sexfight, loser gets fucked | [
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: [M4F] Let's Sexfight, loser gets fucked"
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