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“I will wait ready for you in our room… give me two minutes” She announced.
I saw her enter our room down the hallway.
“What the fuck” I thought. “Maybe needs to use the bathroom.”
I will first explain to you how our hotel room is set up, so that you, my dear readers, can follow me better. Upon entering the room, there is a small hallway. On the left you will find the entrance to the bathroom, while in front of you is the entrance to the sleeping area, where there was a bed for two people, which wasn’t entirely visible from the hallway. From the sleeping area you could also enter the balcony, from where you could have a beautiful view of Spanish sea.
Anyway, took my time getting to our room and even waited 2 minutes before going in, so she could have the time she needed. Finally, I entered the room. The first thing I noticed was that our room was dark. Only from the sleeping area came a faint light, which probably came from a bedside lamp. I walked forward and tripped over something on the floor. I noticed it was one of her shoes. She must have taken them off in a hurry and just thrown them on the floor. I looked back in the direction of the sleeping area and noticed that her dress, which she was just wearing, and her socks were lying on the floor too.
We were in bed naked and kissing.
Our lips and tongues danced together as we laid on our sides holding each other tightly.
I move my hand to your waist and up to touch your right breast, my fingers find your nipple and rub it gently between my thumb and forefinger.
You groaned and pushed your tongue deeper into my mouth. I then pull my other arm from around you and roll you over onto your back and slide between your legs so I am on top of you.
I then take a nipple into my mouth and start licking and sucking it, working on each of them in turn. Cupping your boobs with both hands squeezing them lovingly. You start writhing beneath me, I move up to kiss you. And slide my hand down your body so I can feel your hot wet pussy with my fingers. You reach down and take my already hard cock in your hand and we lay there wanking each other while kissing deeply.
This is the raw output of a story that GPT generated. It needs editing but I’m posting the raw version so people can see what’s possible. I’m sorry I will not explain how I got GPT to produce this as I do not wish to get banned or have the jailbreak patched.
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Ori walked into her best friend’s apartment, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She had been thinking about this moment for weeks, ever since her friend had confided in her about his darkest desires – to dominate and abuse a woman. And Ori, ever the adventurous one, had decided to offer herself up as the willing subject.
She stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of her friend sprawled out on the couch, his eyes fixed on the TV screen in front of him. She cleared her throat to get his attention, and when he looked up at her, she spoke the words that had been burning on her tongue for so long.
“Do with me as you please,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “You should know I’m not on birth control. It’s your choice if you want to cum inside of me. Feel free to fuck me in my pussy, ass, or mouth. I surrender and consent all control to you.”
The girls had left to go into town to go shopping and grab lunch. The guys were getting ready to leave to go spend the day at the beach. This ultimately led to a fight between Ed and I this morning. I was wanting to stay back and spend the day together but he was more concerned with drinking and smoking, again. A week and a half vacation and he couldn’t bother to spend half a day with just me. Laying in bed by myself I couldn’t help but start to recount the past weeks encounters with Bill. He had made me feel wanted, made me feel sexy, made me forget about all of my worries and stress. I think that’s mainly why this was going so well between us. We didn’t bother each other with small talk like couples do. There was no judgment or expectations. It was just letting go of ourselves and being free, and that’s why I kept craving more and more of it. It was raw passion. It was a way to release all the stress and worries of life and just enjoy the moment. He was treating me as a fuck toy and I loved it because I was doing the same to him. I could tell he was doing things to me he wouldn’t to his wife because he respects her too much. He was able to be himself. Partially out of spite of the fight this morning with Ed and partially because I was loving the domination and control from Bill, I decided today was going to be the day I let him fully have me. The day I’d fully be vulnerable to him, the day I’d let him do what he had on his mind and what has been on my mind since he entered my ass with his finger days ago.
Your phone lights up just as you pass under the “Welcome to Atlantic City” sign, a smile instinctively flashes across your face. “Room 237” is all it says, your destination now known, as you make your way to the parking garage. You walk through the lobby, half knowing what to expect and guessing the rest, your tight jeans and cleavage attracting stares as your heels click the tile floor with every step. Knocking on the heavy door to room 237, you hear the latch open as I open the door. The grey joggers lure you in, the imprint of my semi-hard cock against the cotton attracting your gaze, the door closing behind you. I push you up against the door, my hands sliding under your jacket as our lips meet, our tongues tangled and exploring each other’s mouth. I slowly pull back, your bottom lip between my teeth. “Now it’s you and me baby girl. Get undressed,” I suggest, motioning to the shower.
Dating two girl’s is interesting and I still have no idea how the hell I accomplished it.
Though I was beginning to find flaws in it.
The **main** flaw was finding funds to actually do all these ‘dates’.
Sure we had a couple of interesting small dates together that quickly turned into an all out fuck-fest.
So far we had done mini golf together but by the fourth hole we were no longer golfing *but* taking turns fucking each other.
Then we *tried* to do just the movies together but we missed the movie and ended up fucking in Felicity’s car instead.
But now the **big** date was pulled from the ‘*jar of fun*’ and it was taking Emma to a high end restaurant costing me a minimum of $200.
$200 I don’t have.
Sure we had each designated throwing in $50 into the ‘*Date*’ pot that was supposed to take care of the dates. But lately I haven’t been pulling my own weight as the girl’s have been gobbling up my time and frankly me as bills were beginning to stack up on me.
I had made it home long enough to kick up my feet and actually turn on the TV before I heard a vehicle pull up semi suddenly. Only one guess as to who had *suddenly* pulled up.
**BAM** **BAM** **BAM**
I looked at the door smiling waiting for a moment before I called out, “WHO IS IT??”
Sam yelled against the door, “YOU KNOW WHO IT IS *ASS*!!”
I chuckled knowing this was going to happen as I called out, “DOORS UNLOCKED!!”
My door opened as Sam slowly walked in looking irritated and after what I did I knew *why* she was irritated. I didn’t get up from my relaxed state as Sam walked and closed the door without looking away from me as her ire was clearly visible.
I smirked, “So how was your dinner?”
Sam mockingly smirked at me, “It would have been fine IF you didn’t fucking tell my waiter *who* I was.”
I vained innocence, “I only wanted to make sure you go the *best* service possible so I may have hinted at your *possible* resemblance to the waiter as I heard him talking about how hot this online influencer was to his colleague.” I smiled at her, “How was your service by the way?”
I can’t believe I’m here.
Yet why do I feel so…..off?
Like the old ‘*me*’ wants to rear his ugly head and go hide in the corner.
I looked at my group of friends, “Remind me **why** we’re here?”
One of my more outgoing friends, Damian, laughed at me, “Because **we** all agreed to come to this year’s O.I.C. (Online Influencer’s Convention).”
He threw a pillow at me, “Plus you were named in a few awards you *dolt* you’d be **stupid** to not show up and see if you actually **won** them.”
I caught the pillow and threw it back at him, “Yeah for a video **you** fucking talked me into doing that I didn’t want to do,” I point at him and another person sitting on the sofa of the mini condo we were renting for the convention, “exactly like you two fucking did and just about every *other* influencer has done.”
The person sitting on the sofa paying more attention to his tablet than our argument was our friend Ryan spoke, “But every *other* influencer,” he looked over his tablet to look at us, me specifically, “including Damian and mine didn’t ***EXPLODE*** as much as your’s did, Dusty.”
A feminine voice spoke, “So Mrs,”
I flatly spoke, “*Ms*. I’m not married.”
The person stopped and smiled, “Sorry. *Ms* Nostal, do you know *why* you’re here?”
I folded my arms, “Mostly. This is some sort of *spa* that my *friend*, the father of my children, wants me to stay at to de-stress.” I looked around the room, “Though this looks more like a therapy session than a *spa*.”
The person sitting across from me was sitting in a chair in front of her desk as I sat in a semi comfy chair with nothing in between us. The rest of the room is what you would expect a office to look like….for a psychiatrist that is.
The person, going by the name Dr. Kari Telmoth, smiled at me, “Rest assured this is **not** a therapy session,” she relaxed her face seeming warm, “this is a simple meet and greet before you start your glorious 12 week relaxation and *rejuvenation* that your,” she paused before continuing, “*friend* reserved for you and paid for the **full** rejuvenation package **plus** a life coach for after your 12 weeks to help declutter your life so you don’t return to a high stressed environment.”