Fiction Prompt Generator Novels & Stories

They were distracted the whole time. ******** Heyy, it's your author Geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction. Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts, and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism. Genika3na.

"Say what you want, I want to come get you. I don't know what you've done to me but you are in my head, I can't keep focus without having dirty thoughts about you." ***** Heyy, it's your author Geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction. Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts, and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism. Genika3na.

Urgent. With the call still on speaker, I tapped open W******p. The screen lit up— text after text, image after image, flooding in from an unknown number. No name. No context. Just a stream of messages, each one more unsettling than the last. The images were more graphic than ever. Some were real— me in the shower, unaware, water cascading down my back, my silhouette visible through the frosted glass. Others were AI-generated nightmares— me with men I’d never met, women I didn’t know, in poses too vulgar to describe. My body twisted, contorted, displayed like a product.

"I felt the salt on that beach. I felt Silas’s heart stop. That wasn't 'Engine'. That was life." "It was a very high-quality rendering," the Writer admitted, reaching for a mug of cold coffee. "But let’s be honest. You were a prompt. 'A girl born in a vat who discovers she's the key to a dying world.' I typed those words into the Void, and the 'Gaea-Engine' did the rest. Aris, Vivian, the Shroud—they were just sub-routines generated to test your 'Emotional Voltage'." I looked at the typewriter. It was an old-fashioned thing, but the keys weren't marked with letters. They were marked with symbols I recognized from the Admin-Key

She seemed to agree. The conversations about 'other men' continued to develop over a few months. Anna even role-played cheating on me. When I came home, she would relate details of her latest fabricated encounter. It made me indescribably hot, and we would ravish each other passionately. Each time, however, I made her understand that, although I loved the role-play, I could never actually do it. It was while I was on this forced business trip, that I received a a text message from an unknown number which said, 'Your fantasy will happen this week.'

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

* R said with a bewildered expression. *I forget everything when you are close to me.* Sia projected her thoughts involuntarily. She felt a bit awkward at the turn the conversation had taken. So she changed the topic *Would you like to have some coffee?* *Sure* Sia poured the coffee into two mugs and handed him one. They both stood near the window and sipped their coffee in silence. Sia wondered if this was just a beautiful dream and even if it was; she didn’t want it to end.

I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster. “Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.” He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep. I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow. “You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.” Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

"I'm sure they do, but it's not something I would be comfortable doing." "Are you telling me you've never thought about what it would be like to be with a man other than Steve?" Her eyebrows rose into her hairline, giving her face a rounded appearance. "Or that he hasn't thought about being with other women?" "Thinking about it and doing it are two different things." Jen put down her water bottle with a thump. "What about variety? Have you ever wanted to do something Steve won't?" "Like what?" Jen smiled a dirty smile. "Like bondage. Like using sex toys. Like whips and paddles and feathers"

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.