Is ChatGPT a threat to writers, I had to try it out:
“Write a 5000 word, erotic short story, in the first person, from the standpoint of a female called June, aged 40, she tries out a dildo, in the style of the book “Nice in June’ by David Timmsdale.”
[https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1145757](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1145757)
Author: NiceinJune
Couple in bed discussing Sunday morning sex [M42][F40][NSFW][adultbreastfeeding]
From the final part of the trilogy, a tale of lovers reunited, passionate, unbridled sex and a love of adult breastfeeding…
June stroked my hair and rested her head back on the pillow.
“This is quite a Sunday, isn’t it? I imagined just laying in bed, cuddling and having sex repeatedly, instead, we’ve had explosive sex, car sex, sex in the woods and now breastfeeding antics. Such a day. Sundays used to be such a boring day, the highlight was cooking a Sunday dinner and hoping he got back from the pub before it was ruined. Then a crap film on the telly and bed to lay on my back staring at the ceiling, listening to him snore. For twenty years I did that. Now I discover a whole new reason for wearing kinky underwear, see, I still think like that, and I know it’s not, it’s sexy lingerie. Now I find I can wear it not just because it turns you on, or because it makes me feel good, but because it enhances my beauty. So you say. When you finish suckling, let’s lay in bed and watch the film we made and the pictures you took. Just think, if I’d turned up at your friend’s farmhouse in my black push-up front fastener and black stockings instead of brown and when you asked to go to bed, I’d said yes, I might never have gone home. We’d have gained a day. If I had dared to ring your John and ask for your number. We could have had years extra. I wasted so much of our lives, oh, I’m so sorry, darling.
Sample from ‘June at Home’ – couple chatting bed – [M42][F40][adultbreastfeeding][adultsex]
“Yes, rekindling our relationship was a bit, well rekindling is wrong for a start, reigniting is a more accurately descriptive word, but even as horny teenagers I don’t think we were ever this passionate.”
“I think we were, you were,” reflected June. “I think that we just didn’t know enough to get the most out of each other. Your ultimate was for me to have an orgasm before you had yours. Neither of us imagined having several. I’ve changed through. I’ve changed since we got back together. Suddenly I’ve become multi-orgasmic.”
“You mean you weren’t before.”
“Sweetie, suckle, please.”
I assumed the position and latched on. The milk flowed very quickly. June must have been waiting for me for hours.
“Yes, Sweetie, that’s nice. I don’t ever remember having more than one when we used to make love. I know sometimes you’d finger me and I cum, then we’d make love and normally I’d cum again. And all those twenty years, even when I used a vibrator, I’d use it until I came and then stop. No, I think the first time I came more than once on a single bonk was Day Two, at my house. How momentous was that, that I remember it. It was suddenly like blinkers had fallen from my eyes. Once I’d decided I wanted sex with you and that I was finished with Barry, well finished ever having sex with Barry, something inside me was released. And this is what I don’t think I’ve ever told you, not in these past nine months. Well, after we made love at the farmhouse, that first time, I told myself I was never having sex with Barry again. Even if you and I didn’t happen, even if I stayed with him, I’d be celibate rather than ever have him come near me again. The moment you pushed inside me, I thought that.
Actually, I thought, bloody hell, this is what I’m made for, not Barry’s waste of time. You see, I’d settled for what I knew was inferior. Looking back, I have no idea why. Why didn’t I leave him during the honeymoon? I could have just got a flight home the next morning. If anyone asked I could have said he was hopeless, I could have told my girlfriends that it turned out he’d got a tiny cock, I’d have got tea and sympathy. Mother, ah mother, what could I have told her? I don’t know, I did try and she just said I’d made my bed, I had to lie in it. Makes me wonder what my father is like. But I didn’t. I bottled out and put up with him, Barry, not my father! Twenty ‘kin years. Twenty FUCKING years of my life, when my body was young and at its peak, I wasted it in misery and disappointment. No, don’t stop. Keep feeding. I can’t change that now, you are right, what is gone is gone, and the past is the past. I don’t feel sorry for myself, I feel mad at myself. I know it gave you time to go and get all this experience that you bring back to this relationship, I can see that. And sometime, when you are not suckling, you must try and tell me how much you discovered and how much you were taught. I’ve taught you that you can be multi-orgasmic, which gives me a sense of pride and empowerment. Even though I’ve nearly damaged you by going too far, it means I, June, did that. Thirty-nine years I thought that sex and love-making were things I received. These nine months you’ve blown that preconception to smithereens. If I suddenly have an idea for something new to try, I know I can suggest it and you’ll want to try it. Not, you’ll go along with it. You’ll want to try it just because it is new but also because I’ve suggested it. I really think you’ll try anything I suggest. That’s so liberating.”
A midnight bonk and breastfeed [F40][M42][NSFW][Oral sex][premature orgasm][adult breastfeeding]
“As it’s dark, there is no point in me wearing this, shame, I know you like it.”She removed something and lay down. I could feel her naked body resting on mine. Her hands reached between us and started squeezing my cock. Her hand moved up and down my shaft getting it harder and harder. “Oh, I do love to hold your cock and feel it get hard.”“Just the way I like to stroke or lick you and feel you very moist, my darling.”“Well, this morning I’m going to rub myself with your cock and stroke you until you are ready to cum. I want you to cum in me before I cum.”“Dearest, oh, that feels nice but why are you denying yourself?”June was already kneeling over me and rubbing my glans up and down between her labia which she was holding apart with one hand.“Because I nearly always cum several times before you get to and then I always cum when you cum. For a change, I want to feel you cum in me before I get there, oh but it’s going to be hard, your cock touching me makes me so… ooh, oh. No!”June lifted herself off and sat down on my thighs, turning the attention of both hands to my shaft.“Sorry, I was getting too close. I’m sure I’m wet enough. Sweetie, just lay back and relax, and let your darling do this for you.”Her hands moved rapidly on my shaft and then she moved again and I felt her hot breath, followed by the warmth and touch of her lips as she took me in her mouth, still stroking me rapidly.“Oh, June, my love, that’s wonderful, oh, you are getting me there, oh, slow down or you’ll get a mouthful.”June stopped sucking.“Sweetie, tell me when it is the very last moment, I want you to cum as you go into me, like you are young and horny and I’m too much for you. I want to feel that, I’ve not felt it for so long.”She bent and started sucking again. She was being deliberately wet and sloppy with her mouth, getting my cock as wet as possible.“Oh, June, I’m close, oh darling, I’m nearly… Oh gawd, you are wonderful, oh, June, darling, oh gawd, grief, oh, oh. Now!”June sat up, moved and lowered herself onto the top of my cock and started stroking it hard and fast. She felt me start to pulse and sat down hard, pushing me into her on a wave of cum.“Oh, gawd, June, wow!,That’s fantastic! Oh, June!”June sat still, enjoying the feeling of my ejaculation pulsing within her.“Oh yes! Oh Sweetie! Oh that was what I wanted. That feeling I used to get, that I was too exciting for you.”“Oh gawd, June, you are always exciting. I just like to satisfy you rather than leave you wet and unfulfilled.”“Well, sometimes I like it. But now, now I’m going to bonk you until you cum a second time. Here, hold my boobies.”She lent forward until her breasts were just in reaching range and then as I took hold of them, her hips started to thrust up and down, rising and falling on my cock, her vagina squeezing me and keeping me hard inside her.“Oh, Sweetie, a lovely, spunky fuck. Please, squeeze my boobies harder and try and cum again. Ooh, I love you inside me. Oh, oh, oh, yes darling, squeeze them, here, suck my nipples, I need you to take afeed soon as well. Is this nice?”“Yes, darling,” I replied, “very nice.”“Oh, I don’t want it to be nice, I want you to shag me and cum in me. Hang on,”June lifted up, took hold of my cock with one hand to stop it falling out of her and then stretched her left leg out in front of her.“ Here Sweetie, catch my left ankle, my left, and hold it to your shoulder, while I try and sit down on you again, bloody hell that stretches.”“Stretches what, dearest?”“My hips, my leg tendons, my pussy, oh gawd, can I shag you with one knee, jeeze. How does that feel?”“Nice, and tight. That’s nice, and tight. Not nice and tight, you are always nice and tight.”“Hang on, again, last try, see if I can squat not kneel, oh, yes, that’s better, now if I lean on your shoulders, yes, now I can shag you.”“Oh, my flexible June, so very sexy. If it was light I could see your tits as well, oh, keep doing that, oh, that will make me cum, oh June, yes, keep going, yes, yes, yes.”June moved with increased vigor. I was in her at a slightly different angle and a slightly different twist than usual, it felt just slightly different. It was certainly having the desired effect.“Oh, June, oh, keep going, oh, that’s wonderful.”“Sweetie, I can’t manage much longer, I’ll have to practice this position.”I started to thrust from below, feeling the gallop of my climax heading towards me.“Oh, June, I’m cumming, oh, aaaahhhh, here!”June stopped and sat hard down on me as I came inside her.“Oh, good that’s good. Now all I have to do is get off without kicking or crippling you,” said June, laughing.With some struggle and groans, June managed to climb off and lay beside me.“Oh that was lovely. Where are my panties?”“Here darling, don’t you want to drip on me?”“No, I want to go to sleep full and wake up to sticky knickers.”“Oh, this is a night of new things. You didn’t even cum.”“Actually Sweetie, it’s a night of very old things, well not the position, that was new, but the feeling of being stretched, you cumming on entry and, well I never told you this, but when we’re were together the first time around, on those evenings when I’d go to your house when your parents were out, after I was on the pill, we’d have sex several times and I’d try and keep it in. I’d pull my panties back onbetween goes. I’d go to bed as soon as I got home and go to sleep knowing your cum was inside me. Sometimes I’d put a second pair of pants on so I didn’t leak and mark the sheets. I was scared my mother would see it, but she was used to me washing my own knickers out.”“Why did you do that? Was it so nice?”“I liked it, but I’d go to bed thinking, one day I’ll be doing this for real and getting pregnant.”“Gosh, I never imagined, why didn’t you tell me?”“Oh yes, eighteen-year-old me tells you I want to get pregnant, you’d have run a mile.”“And how about now? You are forty now, clock’s ticking, well the clock’s about to run out. Speak now or forever hold your peace. Well nearly. We said we’d have this conversation again. It’s never closed until it is.”“Sweetie, am I denying you children? Perhaps I’m too selfish but I like our life, our sex life, our little home and children would ruin everything. I like my body as it is. It was just a dream from myyouth, the way we were brought up to think. It went with laying down and your husband giving you sex in the missionary position once a week. And you certainly weren’t supposed to enjoy it, only whores enjoyed it, that’s why they were whores. Remember I tried to tell my mother I was in a crap, unsatisfactory marriage. She more or less said, that’s marriage, you have to expect and put up with it. You and I are a different generation, and I nearly missed it, I nearly followed the last one.”“Wow, that’s deep and a lot to unpick. But no, I don’t feel you are denying me children. Apart from that strange occasional urge to pump spunk into you and make you pregnant, I don’t want kids. Ruin my life I have always reckoned. If you’d sat me down at twenty, had a post-coital chat and said you wanted to live together and get pregnant, I’d have listened. I like to think I’d have listened. ButI’m 42 now, I no longer think how I have thought then. But then is then, we can’t change it. We can only make decisions for now. And I agree with your current feelings. Darling, do you want me to sucklebefore we go back to sleep?”“Thank you, sweetheart, and yes please, but keep your hand away from my soggy knickers, just suckling, no orgasms, please.”I moved down the bed and found a firm nipple and took it into my mouth. With one hand I cupped her other breast. It was so firm and round and smooth. Despite being exhausted from a double cum, I felt the stirring in my loins that said I would have got hard, if I could. I sighed internally and started to suck and the milk quickly came down. June relaxed and snuggled into the bed and her pillow, a sort of contended, happy snuggle, movement. Very shortly I felt her breathing change, signifying that she was asleep. She hardly even moved when I changed nipple. When I finished suckling, I snuggled up beside her.“Good night, darling.”“Mmmnm,lovely,” muttered June in her sleep.
Feeling me move inside her [M41][F39][eroticromance][nsfw][adultsex]
June reached down with her right hand and placed it, palm down on her belly, with her fingertips by her trimmed triangle of bush.
“Gently now, oh I can feel you moving in me, here, try.”
We’d done this before, very early on when we first started making love, all those decades before, and more recently when we were re-enacting a first time. So I knew where to press, but I let her fingers guide me. As I took slow strokes, I could feel something moving inside her. It really was a strange feeling. And more so now than before, now her waist was even thinner.
“Oh, dearest, now, make love to me. I want to feel you pump into me.”
I started to thrust at a nice steady pace, one I could last at, could give her a good chance to feel satisfied and hopefully, to cum.
Sex with Wood Elves [M30s][F20s?][fantasy][nsfw][oralsex][multiplepartners]
The Love of a Good Dryad – A Short Story
It was a warm summer’s day and with rain not expected until the late arvo, Steve decided to take a hike up into the high rainforest country. Lower down the forest was mainly Blackbutt and White Mahogany, their massive ancient trunks towering towards the heavens, stretching into the endless blue sky. The higher he climbed the denser it got until eventually the old logging trail he was following petered out. It was easy to get lost up here so he stored a GPS pin and looked around for somewhere to head next.
Steve had been hiking these hills frequently since he’d moved to northern New South Wales following his marriage break-up. In his mid-thirties, tall and slim, he covered distance readily, his long loping gait eating up the kilometres.
Off to his right was a trail he hadn’t noticed before. It looked to lead down into a valley. Taking a few steps along it, he pushed past a fallen limb and looked out over a vista of lush green trees and towering tree ferns. In the distance was what sounded like a waterfall. Spotting an animal trail leading in the general direction, he decided to follow it.
Weekly visit to FBW leads to an unxpected threesome [M40][F45}[EroticRomance][eroticfiction][nsfw][love][oralsex ][adulterotica][romanceadult][interaacialsex][sexylingerie][nsfwromance][mutiplepartners]
Philippa – Two Plus One
“I’m parked outside on the street.”
“Good evening, my darling, drive to the end and turn left, you’ll come to a gateway, I’ll meet you there.”
The line went dead. He started the engine of the ute, turned on the lights and pulled out. 50 yards around the corner was a gateway and he pulled up the ramp. The headlights picked out a short but curvaceous figure moving to one side of the gate. There was an impression of long legs and a short dress. The gate slid open and he could see it was her. The long legs were clad in black stockings and what he had taken for a dress looked to be a silk housecoat, belted at the waist and pulled tight, emphasising the curves of her ample breasts.
He drove into the complex and stopped to wait for her. The passenger door opened and she slid in. As she sat down the housecoat rode up, revealing a length of leg and a glimpse of stocking top and suspender. He could feel his anticipation, which had been building all evening as he’d driven toward the city, turning to arousal and hunger. She always had this effect on him. No matter how much he tried to stay away, she’d ring and he’d be at her beck and call. This time it had started with a call.
The start of the trilogy, a tale of lovers reunited after decades apart, that explodes in passionate, unbridled sex and develops into a love of adult breastfeeding [m41][F38}[EroticRomance][eroticfiction][nsfw][love][oralsex ][adultbreastfeeding][milkybreasts]
It had been many years since I’d visited my birthplace near the town of Mansfield but the chance came to house-sit for some friends, just as I had some leave booked. It seemed like a plan had fallen into my lap and I’d get a chance to visit family and look up some old friends. The day before I left home, my brother, John, rang, “Do you remember June?”
“How could I forget?” I replied brusquely.
He was referring to my childhood sweetheart. 20 years ago she unceremoniously dumped me on my 21st birthday and promptly married some bloke she’d been having an affair with for several months. I remembered her as a clever, analytical woman, a bit shy, who had hurt me badly.
“What about her, anyway?”
“Well, I bumped into her in ASDA the other day. In chatting, I said you were coming up and she asked me to give you her number and would you give her a ring?”
“I didn’t know you were on talking terms, where does she want the ring? Through her nose?”
“Don’t be like that, I’ll text you the number.”