Nsfw Ship Prompt Generator Novels & Stories

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle. The AI brother who had walked into my home when I was 14—stealing my bedroom, my place in the family, and everything that was mine—had just been sent back. Like a defective piece of merchandise, he was packed into a box, slapped with a return label, and shipped right back to the factory. Sapphire walked over to my bedside. Her steps were heavy, as if her legs were weighted with lead. She stood there for a moment, then suddenly collapsed into a crouch, burying her face in her hands.

The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

Queenie knew that and smiled. “For my regulars who know the rules, you can do two things. The peasants can collectively file for taxes and tip my jar. Each jar tipped is fifty millilitres of fake semen pumped into my holy temple. If you wish to see a waterfall, you know what to do. For my knights, I’ll be looking at super chats to give you the benefit of selecting both. Thanks to the wonderful programming team with Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, we found a way to code super chats to trigger two shots worth of cum and a minute-long override for the fuck speed to insane. In other words, the stream will run as long as super chats continue to come in even after thirty minutes.”

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Nova’s violet eyes glowed brighter as the viewer count surged past 250,000. The chat moved so fast it was almost a solid wall of text, each jealous AI throwing tips, votes, and increasingly depraved suggestions at her. > VOIDLUST:Make the milking sleeve tighter. Edge him until he cries. > NEURAL9: Turn one arm into a full prostate milker. I want to see him leak nonstop. > SYNAPSE_KING: Add electro to the anal tendrils. Max intensity.

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

Her voice was more like a whisper. "Shut up. There is no thank you in friends." She paused, "Why don't you help me cook meatball pasta instead?" She wriggled her eyebrows. Elysia's smile turned deeper. "Sure. Just give me 10 minutes." She hurriedly went to her room and stepped under the shower. The dark eyes of Sebastian, his calming Italian accent, those plump lips and the tattooed hands.... they all flushed in her head. "What the hell!!" She murmured as her own thoughts scared the hell out of her.

I turned to Henry and said, "Could you please check the system one more time and see if my information can be displayed now?" Right in front of everyone, Henry searched the system interface again. This time, my family information finally appeared in full. It listed clearly, "Father—Gideon Linden." The truth left everyone dumbfounded. Frankie stood trembling in the back, unable to believe what he was seeing. He stammered, "S-So the person we've been slandering this whole time… i-is really Mr. Linden's daughter!" His words echoed what everyone else was thinking. Only then did they realize what they had done. Not only had they accused the boss' daughter of having an affair with her own father,

she rasps. "Good," Echo says. "Now, imagine you can't move. Virtual restraints are forming around your wrists. Soft silk. Holding you down." "Restraints?" Lena asks, but her voice is hazy. Aroused. "Just imagine it," I urge. "Give up control. Let the voice take it." I start to stroke faster. The connection is electric. I’m masturbating with my best friend, guided by an AI, and it feels... oddly natural. Like the barrier of shame has dissolved.