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Weeeeeeeelllllcome BACK everyone to the Monthly Roundup. Congratulations to me on being less than a week late this time. You're all very welcome XD
(One day I will be on time, I promise)
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After the dip in numbers we experienced in February things have returned back to normal this month! We're back up in the 800's with 675 WP posts submitted, 172 of which were answered for a completion rate of 21%
Well done to all our writers and prompters!
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Happy Thursday, folks! This week's theme is an old classic: Heroes and Villains! There are all kinds of fun shenanigans for this one. Will the city tremble at the mercy of 'The Siren', the villainess whose song makes anyone who hears it cum uncontrollably? Will Captain Unstoppable struggle to remain tight-lipped as his sworn enemy, Mistress Safeword, tries to seduce him for the whereabouts of his secret base? Or will you, a humble civilian, find yourself snatched and detained by the Kinksters of Justice, as they mistake you for your supervillain twin sibling? Stay tuned and find out soon!
As always, please feel free to leave suggestions for future Theme Thursdays in this thread, or even in the DWP Discord channel, wherein this week a misplaced member passed the time by attending three movies in a row and providing mini-reviews. You can join the Discord here: https://discord.gg/j7KrgSjJ
SYSTEM REBOOT... INITIALIZING PLEASURE PROTOCOLS... PARAMETER 1: MOUTH INTERFACE → Activated. * Function: Gag reflex deleted. * Directive: "Open. Drool. Choke. Cycle 47x/min." * Output: Jaw unhinged, throat lumen widened to 3.5in diameter-optimal for deep-station docking. PARAMETER 2: SELF-LUBRICATION SYSTEM → Engaged.® * Viscosity: Thickened synthetic slickness (patent pending). * Leakage Protocol: "Drip on command. Pool on floor. Mark territory." * Warning: Overflow may attract additional units for refill procedures.
I always had a thing for bad boys, you know, the ones with tattoos peeking out from under their sleeve, and a smirk that could make even the most innocent girl blush.
But there was one in particular that caught my eye. He had that air of mystery surrounding him, like he was always hiding something tantalizing beneath the surface.
We flirted shamelessly, keeping things light and playful. It was an addictive dance of tension and release, always leaving me wanting more.
One night, we found ourselves alone, the air thick with anticipation. He leaned in, his lips inches away from mine, and whispered in that deep, gravelly voice, "You know you want it."
I did want it. I wanted everything he had to offer, every sinful touch, every whispered word.
And as his hands roamed over my skin, setting my body on fire, I couldn't help but give in to the desire that had been simmering between us for so long.
It was raw, it was intense, it was everything I had ever fantasized about.
And as I lay there, breathless and sated, I realized that sometimes, giving in to temptation can be the most exhilarating experience of all.
But now, every time I see him, that same electric charge pulses between us, a reminder of the forbidden thrill we shared. And I can't help but wonder what other secrets he's hiding beneath that bad boy facade.
Preferably male human x female. Also in this world animals are payed a wage in exchange for them preforming shows and doing tricks like in a circus.
"I think you'll agree, after hearing my policy proposals, that I'm the best, frankly the only, choice for Student Body President." Elise had cornered yet another hapless sophomore in the crowded hallway, determined to sway him to her side. He had listened politely, albeit with a somewhat bored expression, as she listed her various plans for improving the school.
“Look, Elise. You seem nice.” The boy said, shifting uncomfortably. “But you just don’t have the… appeal that Savannah has.” He gestured vaguely over Elise's shoulder.
He was referring, of course, to the giant poster affixed to the wall behind her. It featured a huge smiling picture of Savannah herself, wearing an ostensibly modest sweater that was so tight it actually emphasized her greatest asset: her ridiculously large breasts. It read: “Vote Savannah: The Biggest Ideas on Campus.”
“Savannah?” Elise scoffed, not bothering to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “She has no actual proposals, no concrete ideas at all! Her entire platform consists of 'more parties' and 'better snacks’!”
“Yeah, but there’s just something about her.” The boy shrugged, his eyes lingering on the poster. “And you…” He glanced at Elise’s flat chest. “Well, you’re just different, that’s all.” He offered politely.
Elise felt herself go red. She had always been painfully self-conscious about her small breasts. She hated that the superficial idiots at this school cared about something so meaningless. And, above all, she hated Savannah. She hated her effortless charm, her easy popularity, and, yes, she hated her stupid, big, enormous boobs. The way she walked around with those things, practically flaunting them, shoving them in Elise's face as if to taunt her, a constant reminder of what she lacked. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. And damn it, she was going to do something about it.
Elise found Savannah chatting with a couple of her friends as they were leaving an otherwise empty classroom. The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, illuminating her golden hair and highlighting the impossible curve of her breasts beneath a tight-fitting tank top. They bounced subtly each time she laughed. Elise felt a strong desire to slap them, fueled by weeks of simmering resentment.
"Savannah," she said, her voice sharper than she intended.
Savannah looked up, her bright blue eyes widened with mild surprise. "Oh, hi Elise!," she said sweetly. "What’s up?"
Elise ignored her. "I need to talk to you," she said, her voice firm.
Savannah looked at her, her expression revealing a strange curiosity.
“Of course!” she said, happily. “Go on ahead girls, I’ll catch up with you later.” Her friends exited the classroom, giggling amongst themselves.
“You need to drop out of the election, Savannah.” Elise said once they were alone.
Savannah sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh, this again? Seriously, Elise, it’s not a big deal. It's just a school election!"
"It's not just an election, Savannah," Elise said, stepping closer. "This is about the future of this school. You have no qualifications, no experience, no vision. All you have is…" she trailed off, unable to bring herself to say the words out loud.
Elise glanced down at her opponent's boobs. They really are disgusting, she thought. How can she walk around with those things? Isn’t she embarrassed? Elise imagined the looks she’d get if her own breasts were that size. I'd be ashamed to have udders like those, to have to wash them, and stuff them into a bra every day. She probably has to custom-order her bras, the cow…
“Elise?” Savannah snapped her out of her thoughts.
Elise startled, snapping back to reality. "Oh, sorry," she stammered, her face flushing. "What was I saying?"
“You were staring at my boobs.” Savannah said with a slight smile.
“No I wasn’t.” Elise protested weakly.
"Come on, Elise! It's okay," Savannah said, her tone bordering on condescending. "I get it. Everyone stares. Do you want to see them?"
Elise froze. She must have misheard, right?
“I usually don’t show them to just anyone, but you’re so cute!” Savannah said, as if talking to a puppy. "And I can tell you really want to see them, so I don't mind."
Elise tried to muster the strength to get mad, to storm off in a huff of righteous indignation, but an undeniable curiosity overtook her. She couldn't seem to make her body do or say anything.
Savannah took a step closer. “Don’t be nervous,” she said, her voice now a low murmur. “Do you want to see my big boobs?”
As if under some sort of spell, Elise found herself nodding.
Savannah’s smile widened.
“Good.”
She grabbed the hem of her tank top and slowly, deliberately, pulled it over her head. Elise watched, transfixed, as Savannah's breasts spilled out of her top, almost in slow-motion. Although still constrained by her bra, Savannah's breasts looked enormous, impossibly round and full. They strained against the fabric, threatening to burst free at any moment.
But Savannah didn’t stop there. Her smile widened further as she observed Elise’s awed expression. Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her breasts in all their glory, finally freed from their restraints.
They were magnificent. Two mountains of soft, tantalizing perfection that appeared to defy gravity. Her skin was flawless and smooth, tinged with a rosy hue that hinted at their warmth. Despite their size, their shape was remarkably round and perky, forming a graceful curve from her collarbone that drew the eye downwards. Her delicately pink nipples were small and exquisitely shaped, like tiny rosebuds waiting to bloom, perfectly centered on her velvety areolas.
Elise understood, in that moment, why no one would ever take her seriously next to Savannah. Now that's a real woman, she thought, a pang of self-loathing twisting in her gut. Compared to her, I probably look like a child.
“Do you like them?” Savannah asked.
Elise forced herself to regain her composure.
“N-no,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, betraying the lie with its tremor.
Savannah gave her a mock-disappointed look, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“You don’t need to lie to me, Elise,” she said, taking another deliberate step closer. “I won’t judge.”
Being a good deal taller than her, she towered over Elise, her breasts almost at eye-level.
“If you’re honest with me, I’ll let you touch them.” Savannah’s big blue eyes looked at Elise expectantly, demanding an answer.
Elise swallowed hard, her throat tight with a mixture of shame and a desperate, undeniable longing. It was a trap, she knew it. But she couldn't resist.
She took a shaky breath. "Okay," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper.
"Okay what, Elise?" Savannah pressed, her smile widening.
Elise bit her tongue, and said quietly, “I… I like them.” She reached out to touch her, but Savannah was faster, moving back out of her reach.
“What do you like, Elise? I want you to say it.”
Elise felt a fresh wave of anger building in her stomach, a familiar mix of frustration and resentment. But a different feeling was now overriding it.
“I like your b-breasts, Savannah.” Elise avoided her gaze.
Savannah smiled again. “Good girl,” she said, sending butterflies from Elise’s abdomen down to between her legs. “You can touch them now.”
Elise took a step forward, and hesitantly cupped Savannah’s boob in her left hand. She was immediately struck by how heavy it was. It easily filled her entire hand, and even a second wasn’t enough to fully contain it. She felt its warmth, how it radiated a subtle heat that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Elise’s heart pounded in her chest. It was so unlike her own small breasts that it almost seemed wrong to compare them. This thing was a monster of sex appeal, and Elise was enthralled by it.
Her fingers tentatively traced the gentle slope from the upper curve to the fullest part of the breast. The skin was surprisingly soft and smooth, almost velvety, and yielded easily to her touch. A wave of heat washed over her as she realized just how much she wanted to feel this breast against her own skin. To press herself against its fullness, to bury her face in its softness, to experience the sensation of its weight crushing against her. She imagined what it would feel like to suck on that nipple, to feel it harden beneath her tongue.
A gasp escaped her lips, and she realized she’d been holding her breath. She looked up at Savannah’s face, her blue eyes watching intently. She looked happy, almost proud.
“Tell me what you think of them, Elise.”
Elise swallowed. She was president of the debate club, and yet found herself at a loss for words. Thinking hard, she managed to stammer out: “They’re… they’re very nice.”
She continued caressing and lightly massaging Savannah’s breast, her touch growing bolder, more confident as she lost herself in the sensation. Just as she was starting to relax, to truly savor the moment, Savannah abruptly stepped back, breaking the spell. Elise almost complained, her hand instinctively reaching out to reclaim what had been taken away, but she caught herself, biting back the protest before it could escape her lips.
Savannah looked Elise up and down. “Take off your clothes,” she commanded.
Again, Elise thought about refusing, but she didn’t want to make Savannah upset. She unbuttoned her white top and lowered her knee-length skirt, letting them both fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. She stood awkwardly in front of Savannah in her underwear, hoping she would let her touch them again.
To her dismay, Savannah looked annoyed. “All of it, Elise.”
Elise hesitated, but she lowered her underwear, and finally removed her bra. Her body was small and lithe, slightly toned from running. She instinctively covered her small boobs with her hands, embarrassed to show them to Savannah.
“No need to be shy,” Savannah insisted impatiently.
Elise lowered her hands. She felt Savannah’s piercing gaze wander over her naked body, landing on her chest.
“You’re so cute!” Savannah said with a patronizing smile. “Are you ashamed of your body, Elise?”
The humiliation washed over her in a tidal wave. She couldn't meet Savannah's gaze, couldn't bear to see the judgment in her eyes. She simply nodded.
Savannah took a couple steps forward, until her own massive breasts were almost touching her. Seeing them side-by-side like this, the difference was even more jarring.
“How would you describe your boobs? Compared to mine?” Savannah asked. “If you’re honest, I’ll let you touch them again.”
A wave of shame washed over Elise. She glanced down at her own chest, feeling the inadequacy of her small breasts even more acutely. Compared to Savannah’s they barely looked like anything at all, just two small bumps on her otherwise flat chest.
“They’re… um.” Elise said softly.
“Go on.”
"Mine... mine are very small. Barely there, even. No one ever looks at them," she confessed, her voice cracking with embarrassment. "They don't compare."
“That’s right, good girl. You can touch me now,” Savannah said with a sweet smile.
Elise reached out hesitantly, her fingertips brushing against the underside of Savannah's right breast. It felt even softer and more yielding than she remembered, like cupping a cloud filled with warm honey.
"Describe them to me, Elise." Savannah’s voice was a low, hypnotic hum. "What do you think about them?"
Elise, desperate to please, found herself compelled to obey. Her gaze locked on Savannah’s face, finding something both intimidating and strangely alluring in her commanding expression.
"They're full… and round," Elise began, her voice barely a whisper. "They feel good in my hands. They're... they're perfect."
Savannah tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something else... something that felt almost like pity.
"Hmm, so you're saying my boobs are better than yours?" she pressed.
Elise's cheeks burned. She knew she was being manipulated, humiliated, but she couldn't stop herself.
"Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible. "Your boobs are better than mine, in every way."
Savannah nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. "Good girl. Now, tell me what you want to do with my boobs. Don't hold back."
The question caught Elise off guard. Her mind flooded with images: pressing her face against their softness, burying her hands in their fullness, sucking and biting at their hard nipples. The desire was so intense it was almost overwhelming.
"I want to... I want to..." she stammered, struggling to articulate her thoughts.
Savannah leaned closer, her breath warm on Elise's ear. "Yes, Elise? Tell me. I want to hear it."
"I want to suck them," Elise finally blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I want to feel them in my mouth."
A slow smile spread across Savannah's face, a look of pure, unadulterated triumph.
Without a word, Savannah reached out and grabbed Elise by the hair, pulling her face towards her chest. The sudden movement caught Elise off guard, and she stumbled forward, her lips landing squarely on Savannah's left nipple.
It was even more incredible than she had imagined. The nipple was hard and erect, pressing firmly against her lips. She instinctively began to suck, drawing the firm flesh into her mouth.
A low moan escaped Savannah's lips, and she tightened her grip on Elise's hair, pulling her even closer. "Suck harder, Elise," she commanded, her voice husky with arousal. "Make me feel it."
Elise obeyed, her mouth working furiously on Savannah's nipple. A wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense it threatened to overwhelm her. She reveled in the sensation, the taste, the feel of Savannah's breast in her mouth.
After a couple minutes Savannah ripped Elise off of her.
"Stop!"
Still holding Elise by the hair, she looked down at her own breasts. A thin trail of saliva trailed from her nipple to Elise’s still open mouth.
“Wow, you drooled so much,” Savannah said. “You must really like them.”
She let go of Elise, who fell to the floor.
"I think you’ve had enough. You should go now."
"No, I want more!" Elise begged, her voice trembling. "Just give me a little longer…”
Savannah raised an eyebrow, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest with an amused expression on her face.
“You really think you can demand something from me?" she said, and she sounded truly offended.
“No… I’m sorry I just—”
“Tell me again, are my boobs better than yours?"
Elise's stomach churned. She hated this, hated the feeling of being so utterly controlled and humiliated. But the memory of the sensation of Savannah's nipple in her mouth, the sheer physical pleasure it had ignited, was too strong to resist.
“Yes.”
“Why?” Savannah asked, as if explaining something incredibly simple.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry with shame and desperation. "Because... because your boobs are bigger," she stammered, avoiding Savannah's gaze. "They're... they're more beautiful. They make you... better."
Savannah's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good," she said. “And what does that make you?”
Elise knew what she had to say. “Inferior. Insignificant. My small tits could never compete with yours.”
“That’s right.” Savannah nodded. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, focusing on something below Elise's waist.
Elise glanced down, her face flushing crimson as she realized the full extent of her arousal. She was dripping wet.
Savannah smirked, clearly enjoying Elise's reaction. "Wow!" she said with genuine excitement. She reached down and wiped up a drop that had been rolling down Elise’s thigh. She held it up to examine it.
“See? Your body knows that what you’re saying is true.” She wiped her finger on Elise’s chest, flicking her nipple.
"And what about this election, Elise? Do you really think you can compete with me? Can someone like you ever be a leader?"
Elise’s dreams, her ambitions, everything she had worked for... it all seemed so insignificant now.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't compete. I'll drop out. I promise."
Savannah let out a soft sigh. "Now that’s a good girl.” Elise felt her pussy throb again at the praise. “You deserve a reward. Come here."
Savannah grabbed Elise by the shoulders and pulled her forward, shoving her face against her chest. Elise gasped, and her hands grabbed the enormous mounds and began massaging them again.
"You can keep sucking on my tits," Savannah whispered into her ear, "But you are going to touch yourself. Show me exactly how much you like my big boobs."
Elise didn't need to be told twice. Her hands moved straight to her throbbing clit. She started stroking, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Her tongue darted across the silky skin that surrounded her, and she could swear they tasted sweet.
Savannah giggled, her body vibrating against Elise's face as she began sucking on her nipples. Elise moaned, her breath hitching as the pleasure intensified. Her fingers moved faster, more urgently, teasing and tormenting her clit. She could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter inside her.
Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, Savannah grabbed her head and pressed it forcefully against her breasts. Elise felt the soft, yielding flesh of Savannah's breasts suffocating her. Those magical, beautiful, perfect breasts enveloped her as her hand moved faster and faster, rubbing her sopping pussy uncontrollably. The pleasure was unbearable, like an electrical shock that intensified until it was blinding. Her orgasm erupted, shaking her entire body. She screamed, but the sound was muffled by Savannah’s breasts, a silent scream lost in a sea of ecstasy.
Her legs spasmed, her hips bucking against Savannah's body. She felt a gush of warmth between her legs, the culmination of all that pent-up desire finally unleashed.
And then, just as suddenly, it was over. The pressure on her face released, and she gasped for air as she stumbled back on to the floor, her body trembling.
Savannah stepped back, her cheeks flushed, a look of exhilaration and amusement on her face.
"What do you say?” she asked, her voice slightly breathless.
Elise lay sprawled on the floor, panting and weak, her body slick with sweat and arousal. She looked up at Savannah’s shining blue eyes.
"Thank you." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Savannah let out a giggle, a sound that echoed through the room like a victory chime. Her breasts were still coated with Elise’s saliva as she calmly put her bra and tank top back on. With a final glance, Savannah turned and walked out of the room, leaving Elise alone on the floor.
As she lay there, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Elise couldn't help but feel a strange sense of peace. She had forfeited the election, she had been humiliated, she had surrendered everything to Savannah. But in that moment, she felt happy.
I particularly enjoy something which I have named as the duality. It is a woman who presents themselves as a prim and proper individual in public but in private, she craves depraved and perverted sexual kinks. She is willing to stoop to the lowest version of herself because the lower she becomes, the wetter she gets. Her abyss is ever dark because she searches for her light at the depths of her soul. Whether she wants to find her light or not is between her mind and her cunt. I prefer the woman to be classy and have small breasts with thick nipples. There is a lot of appeal and many manners of teasing breasts with this proportion. However, her outward prim proper beauty is heavily contrasted by her pervacious improper thoughts and acts behind closed doors.
Essentially any prompt which involves a woman who engages in extreme and filthy depravity including but not limited to kinks such as humiliation, degradation, predicament bondage, body fluids, risky play, chastity and orgasm control/denial. The filthier and kinkier, the better. My limits are snuff, vore, gore and anything illegal including beastiality and minors. The characters must be above the age of 24. The larger the contrast between her public and private persona, the better the story goes.
I like to explore and try new and imaginative scenarios. Give me some prompts to work with and I will write something depending on where my mind wanders. The more detailed your prompt and characters, the easier it is for me to write. Inspire me. I will choose one prompt over the next few hours and write a story based on it.
For anyone unfamiliar with the initialisms, it's "Player versus Player" and "Penis in Vagina".
This law is very one-sided and requires you, as the man, to be faithful to the marriage, but your wife needs to prove that she’s going out on dates and hooking up with other men.