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2 fiction conversations over 1 month, 5 days (May 13, 2023 – Jun 18, 2023) 35% prompt uniqueness Minas Gerais, Brazil

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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 19× “Write a chapter of 1000 words of a sex comedy about a naked ...” over 11 minutes (May 22, 2023 – May 22, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

May 22, 2023 at 7:51 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: Write a chapter of 1000 words of a sex comedy about a naked young man being chase by a group of amorous hot women wearing lingerie.

CHATBOT: Chapter 6: The Great Lingerie Chase It had started as just another night, really. Darren had finally worked up enough courage to go to one of those fancy, rich people parties his well-endowed buddy sneaked him into despite his usual introvert tendencies. The party itself was quite an enjoyable one; booze was flowing, laughter filled the air, and there was much merrymaking among the throngs of scantily-clad partygoers. Consequently, it didn't take long for Darren's inhibitions to vanish entirely. Everything might have gone swimmingly, even after a few more cocktails than were absolutely necessary, had it not been for the odd bit of furniture installation. It probably would not have happened at any other party but, well, there were the fine ladies of the Lotus Lingerie Club, and they were very, very curious about the naked young gentleman who had wandered into their midst. As it so happened, Darren stumbled upon the Lotus Lingerie Club while searching for the lavatories. The club consisted of a group of attractive women flaunting their ravishing curves in seductive lingerie, wigs, and half-masks. Little did Darren know, he had unintentionally crashed an exclusive gathering of high-fashion models, designers, and sensual goddesses, all gathered to celebrate the wonders of womanhood and the art of seduction. The ladies were immediately entranced by the sight of the naked young man. They stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity, their masks incapable of hiding their intensity as they stared at the buff young Darren. To them, Darren was the embodiment of Adonis himself, the Greek god of beauty and desire, and his state of undress only served to heighten the encounter. Then, one woman, a sultry vixen in a daringly low-cut lace negligee, took a step toward him, her eyes alive with primal hunger. Her simple movement, like the first strange breeze before a hurricane, unleashed a storm of desire within the women. Suddenly, the ladies were swift and all-encompassing as thirsty sand. They swarmed toward Darren with unruly passions unleashed, each seeking to claim him as their prize. They howled, they giggled, they licked their lips, all while stripping away a scant few bits of clothing they still possessed. Darren's initial shock gave way to a pounding heart and a primal instinct to survive. No way was he going to allow himself to be devoured (literally or figuratively) by a pack of lingerie-clad amazons. And so, with what little sense he had left, Darren did t...

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May 22, 2023 at 8:03 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: Write a chapter of 1000 words of a sex comedy about a naked young man running and hidding through the city as he being chase by a group of amorous hot women wearing lingerie.

CHATBOT: Chapter Eight: The Chase It was a cool yet humid Thursday afternoon in the city, the kind that only occurred in times of climatic confusion, perhaps the kind the hero of our story, a certain unclad individual named Richard, was experiencing himself. As he turned the corner at break-neck speed, he recognized he had made some questionable choices of late. His latest, arguably worst, was being pursued by a substantial group of attractively underdressed women hungry for a piece of his nakedness. Richard had attended a costume party the night before. Unbeknownst to him, this was not your average costume party; it was a party for a special subset of society, who had no qualms in revealing a little more than your average Joe. They comprised of the members of Cross-city Lingerie League, a semi-secret group of individuals who took dressing imaginatively to an entirely new level. As he sprinted past the unimpressed pigeons, Richard reflected on how he had managed to make this deadly mistake. His foremost faux-pas was that of mistaking a costume party for a house party - the two were generally interchangeable for Richard - he was, as the adage goes, undervaluing his own worth. And secondly, he had overestimated the popularity of the toga. For Richard, toga equated to freedom, it was a physical symbol of the severance from his exceedingly religious upbringing. He had perhaps overestimated the currency of togas vis-a-vis modern social norms. As such, he had turned up at the party wearing nothing but a mini-sheet, some sandals and the shockingly visible realization of his mistaken assumption. He had still thought naught of it that evening, charging through his embarrassment, and had uncorked a few bottles of wine to further the spirit of the night. What he soon realized was that the previously adoring glances of interest he had garnered from women had dissipated into thin air. The sight of his under-attired nether regions had somehow worked as a panacea to cure his faintheartedness when it came to matters of feminine elan. It had also done something quite unusual to the women who were present at the party: it had momentarily subdued their vivacity. Some might say it had turned them, as a renowned writer once put it, 'quite mad.' Richard's sprinting was intensified by the previously unasked question of whether the wind could push him faster or slower depending on the angle of his, hitherto shielded, member. He had come to know, rather personally, the story of those mythi...

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