So many ideas, so little time! I have a list of active prompts and a tentative kinklist on my profile if you are looking for more.

Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?" (TL;DR: Prostitution. That's it.)

Bad Friends- It can be hard to make friends when you move somewhere new. Building a new support system is tough. But you got lucky. You made friends quickly. It started with Kylee, who you met at work. She took you under her wing, told you everything you needed to know about how to make it through the work day, how to navigate the politics and kiss up to your manager. It wasn't long before she introduced you to her other friends. They invited you over to watch trashy tv and get drunk, they took you dancing, showed you all the best brunch spots. Sure they could be catty, and occasionally they get a little mean, but no friend is perfect. Oh, and there was also that one time, after a night out, when Kylee brought you into her bed. "Friends eat each other out sometimes. It's fine. It doesn't mean anything. I'll get you back next time. I swear." It was a little uncomfortable, especially when she moaned and called you her little whore, but like, friendship is about sacrifice. A couple months you moved, when you were really starting to feel settled, you sent Kylee a text. You thanked her for taking you in, for showing you around the city, for letting her join your group. About half an hour later, she texts you back. "You want to join the group?" It feels like a slap in the face. Of course you do. You thought you already were. You don't respond, spiraling at the idea that you'd misread the whole situation. About 10 minutes later, she texts you. "Ok, talked to the other girls. They'd love to have you. Just one little thing you have to do first. Come over tomorrow at noon." The next day, you knock on her door. She answers, wearing a crop top and some short jean shorts. She welcomes you in with a hug and a smile. two of the other girls were waiting in the living room, Jenna wearing just a bra and a short skirt, Rachel in a neon tank top and spanks. Standing between them was a man, tall and broad, shirtless with dark jeans, just... looking at you. Kylee locks the door behind her as Jenna and Rachel beckon you over. "You want to be a part of the group, right?" Kylee whispers in your ear. (TL;DR: Femdom, MaleDom, Group Sex, FSub, "Friends" make you fuck someone in front of them)

Playing with Toys- It took you a few minutes to answer. The cop was just about to knock again when you finally open the door. He's a young officer, relatively new on the force, not used to all the shit you see around town. He looks flustered when he sees you. "Ahem. Um... Good evening ma'am," he says, trying not to look as you stand in the doorway in your lacey red slip, with the over-poured glass of pinot noir in your hand. You look directly at him, as if you were going to eat him alive. You probably could, if you wanted to. You smile, and he blushes. "Um, sorry to bother you, we're canvasing the neighborhood looking for a missing man. Late 20's, broad shoulders, sandy blonde hair. You haven't seen anyone fitting his description, have you?" He hands you a photo of me. You take it, letting your finger trace against the back of his hand ever so briefly. "Oh goodness, how terrible. I hope everyone's ok." A small bump comes from the house. The officer notices. "Sorry miss, is there anyone else at home with you? We're asking everyone..." A small sigh. A sip of wine. "No, it's just me. If you MUST know, I was just playing with my... well... my toy." you wink at him. He swallows. "Can I keep this?" you ask, holding the photo up. "Just incase I see him?" He nods. "Yes ma'am, And uh- please let us know if you see anything. Enjoy your um... evening." You turn back into the house, as you close the door. "Oh, I will." You walk back through the hall, your footsteps thumping on the floor. You open the door down into the basement, taking each step slowly, savoring it as you sip your wine. "Some one's looking for you, my little toy." You say, slowly, confidently, as you reach the bottom of the stairs. I look over at you, barely able to mutter a whimper. I sit naked, arms and legs tied to the chair, gagged by a strip of cloth as the mechanical pocket stroker whirs and pumps, up and down. You throw my photo on the ground in front of me. I struggle to make eye contact as you lean forward in front of me. I can smell the wine on your breath as you trace a finger down my bare chest. "I told him you and I were going to have all kinds of fun." (TL;DR: FemDom, MSub, Bondage, keeping me in your basement)

The Temple of Aphrodite- I have followed the golden birds south through the woods. I have redirected the river to feed into Styx and trap the damned. I have triumphed over beasts as tall as tree tops, battled bandits and tyrants, avoided the seductions of the forest nymphs, and it has all lead to this. I step out onto sand as the rhythmic tumbling of the sea plays out like a soothing loop. My chiton is torn and dirty, my legs ache, but as I look up at the marbled building adorned with pillars and ornate carvings of the deeds of the gods, I sigh in relief. I have arrived at the end of my quest. I have arrived at the Temple of Aphrodite. I run my hands through the sea foam, wondering if it is the same foam from which the goddess was formed. I wash my face in the sea water, and walk to the hallowed steps. The air smells of a perfume so sweet I cannot put it in words. The wind sounds like music, slowly, sensually playing me inside, but my feet get heavy as I near the top. The risks of enter are great, even if the rewards are greater, but still. Many have tried, and none have succeeded. Still, I enter. The inside of the temple is much more lively than it appears from the beach. Light streams in through vaulted windows, the acolytes giggle and gossip. Some are clothed in loose robes, some are not clothed at all. Some bathe in the back corner, washing each other with soaps and oils, some braid each others hair or tend to the fires. All are beautiful. All go silent as I cross the threshold. The goddess appears in front of me so quickly I stumble back. "Fear not, brave warrior, no one will hurt you." she smiles. "Unless that's what you like, of course." A giggle from the crowd. The feeling of all these eyes on me strikes more fear into me than a hundred swords. "Tell me why you are here." she circles around me, examining me, testing me. "I have come to take your priestess as my wife." I respond, standing straight, feigning confidence. I look down the long hall of the temple at the woman with golden hair sitting on a marble throne. Her robes are rose red, her eyes alit with fire. "Very well," Aphrodite says, her finger traces over my shoulder, down my back, sending a chill down my spine. "You can have her. IF" she pauses, her hand tracing around my side. "You can best my challenge." I nod. This is as far as the stories go. No one knows what happens next. Her lips almost graze my ear as she whispers. "Stay with me, for one hour. She will not hold it against you. If, when that hour is up, you find yourself able to leave, you may take her with you. If the temptation is to much..." She trails off, but I notice the throne the priestess sits on seems to shift and move, as if made up of liquid. Souls of past suitors, no doubt. "I accept your challenge," my voice quivers as I speak. "I know the risk, but find the reward more than worthy." I bow to the priestess. Aphrodite laughs. "Oh young hero," she chides. "You have no idea." her finger traces down my shoulder, my tunic sliding down my arm. She steps back, and snaps her fingers, turning to dust as fast as she appeared. The dust floats and flows around the room, the spirit of the goddess passing through the acolytes, possessing them one by one. They turn to face me. One speaks with the voice of the goddess. "Set the hour glass." she says. "Your time starts now." (Greek Gods, Heroic Quest, Harem, slight FemDom Spend one hour with the possessed acolytes of Aphrodite to win the hand of the priestess)