AI generated content

[peeman89 36]

More more..... maybe a library or something 😜 😈 😈 

[TopMarker 84]

You do know that you can prompt Llama yourself, don't you?  However I am happy to oblige anyway. I do have to give credit to some of the members on here. Quite a lot of the ideas in my prompts are gladly borrowed from threads here.

A week after their last adventure, Jake and Alex met up with their friends at one of their places. Their host, a laid-back guy who knew about their naughty habits, greeted them with a smile. "Hey guys, I'm glad you're here. I've got a proposition for you."

He leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know the guy who lives in the apartment across the hall? He just got arrested, and his door doesn't shut all the way. I'm not saying you should go in there and trash the place, but... well, you know what I mean."

The guys exchanged a look, and without a word, they knew what they were going to do. When nature called, they trekked across the hall to the abandoned apartment.

The first to go was Jake, a tall, lanky guy with a thick, uncut cock. He strode into the living room, his eyes scanning the space for the perfect target. He spotted a plush armchair, and with a grin, he pulled out his cock and let loose. His stream arced through the air, hitting the chair with a soft splat.

Next up was Alex, a rugged guy with a messy brown hair and a cock that was just as thick as Jake's. He headed for the bedroom, where he proceeded to piss all over the bed, the sheets, and the pillows. His stream was strong, and it soaked through the fabric, leaving a dark stain.

But the pièce de résistance was the library. The room was filled with books, papers, and all sorts of academic paraphernalia. The guys looked at each other, and without a word, they knew what they were going to do.

One by one, they took turns pissing on the books, the papers, and the furniture. The streams flowed like a golden river, soaking through the pages, the bindings, and the wood. The air was filled with the smell of urine, and the sound of laughter.

There was Mike, a blond guy with a slender cock, who pissed on a stack of textbooks, watching as the pages turned yellow and soggy. There was Chris, a dark-haired guy with a thick, curved cock, who aimed for a bookshelf, sending books tumbling to the floor. And there was Tom, a red-haired guy with a cock that was just as red, who pissed on a desk, watching as the wood stained dark brown.

As they finished up, the guys stood back to admire their handiwork. The apartment was a mess, but they didn't care. They had left their mark, and they had had a blast doing it.

"That was epic," Jake exclaimed, grinning.

Alex nodded, chuckling. "Definitely one for the books."

And with that, they walked away, leaving behind their mark, and the unsuspecting owner, to discover their handiwork.

[peeman89 36]

What do I do ....whats the webpage or whatever 

[secretfan 92]

On 6/11/2024 at 6:16 PM, TopMarker said:

Has anyone here played around with AI to generate stories? Some large language models are pretty uptight about creating adult fan fiction. However

https://duckduckgo.com/?q=DuckDuckGo&ia=chat

E. g. Llama 3 is much less moderated and can get quite filthy at times, given the right prompts. I have taken the liberty of prompting some inspiration of stories I have read on here, mixing in my own imaginatiom and experience and while sometimes the sexual content filter does kick in they sometimes do create pretty well-written fiction. Wouldn't be surprised, if some models are trained with this and other adult forum's content.

What's more I heard about jailbreaking GPT. Creating fiction with large language models beyond their moderation filters. Haven't figured out whether that's a real thing but definitely curious about it.

Any insights worth sharing?

So wait they will create scenarios wow. That's quite huge

[TopMarker 84]

35 minutes ago, peeman89 said:

What do I do ....whats the webpage or whatever 

duck.ai is the website

You choose llama instead of gpt and prompt it to write a story about what ever it is you want. Your first request should not be too sexualized or naughty, llama is quick to deny those. It has been helpful to write down successful prompts, because once llama goes into denial it has proven better to purge the chat 🔥 and start all over. Experiment with its limitations and it's boundaries. Maybe we can exchange successful prompts sometime. However once you get it going you can nudge it more and more and even get it to create outright pornographic content.

[JackWagon 18]

By Llama 3.1

 

write a spicy piss erotica about a man who likes to crossdress and piss in the clothes while masturbating

As the sun set over the quiet neighborhood, Jack slipped into his favorite outfit - a lacy white bra, a pair of silky black panties, and a flowing red dress. He had always been drawn to the feel of women's clothing against his skin, and the thrill of secrecy that came with it.

As he adjusted the bra, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He loved the way the lace dug into his skin, the way the cups molded to his chest. He slipped on the panties, feeling the soft fabric glide over his thighs.

Jack made his way to the bathroom, his heart racing with anticipation. He locked the door behind him, and began to undress, slowly revealing his erection. He stroked himself, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure.

But Jack's desire went beyond just masturbation. He had a secret, one that he only indulged in when he was alone. He loved to piss in his clothes, feeling the warm liquid soak through the fabric, staining the delicate lace and silk.

As he began to urinate, Jack felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him, feeling the liquid spread through the panties and dress. He stroked himself harder, feeling his orgasm build.

The sound of his own urination was like music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure and release. Jack felt himself getting closer and closer, his body tensing with anticipation.

And then, in a burst of pleasure, he came. Jack's body shuddered, his muscles contracting as he released a stream of semen onto the floor. He stood there, panting, feeling the warmth of his urine-soaked clothes clinging to his skin.

As he caught his breath, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He loved the feeling of being dirty, of being naughty. He loved the thrill of crossdressing, of pissing in his clothes, of being a secret pervert.

And as he cleaned up, Jack couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the next time. He would do it again, and again, and again, always pushing the boundaries of his desires, always seeking new thrills and new pleasures.

[peeman89 36]

More please 

[Hysteria 27]

not bad, given that it made some mistakes:

 

You find yourself in a dimly lit dungeon, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of leather. The atmosphere is electric as you spot Lisa, the embodiment of a sensual dominatrix. She stands tall, her long blonde curls cascading down her back, contrasting with the dark, skintight latex outfit that hugs every curve of her slender body. You, James, a willing submissive, feel your pulse quickening at the sight of her.

As you approach her, your heart races, knowing that you're about to surrender control to this captivating woman. Lisa's icy blue eyes pierce through you, and with a subtle nod, she beckons you closer. You obey, your body responding to her unspoken command.

"On your knees, pet," she purrs, her voice like velvet laced with steel. You kneel before her, and she runs her hand through your beard, a possessive gesture that sends shivers down your spine. "You're here to serve me, aren't you, James?" she asks, her breath warm on your cheek.

"Yes, Mistress Lisa," you reply, your voice hoarse with desire.

A wicked smile plays on her lips as she produces a set of leather cuffs from her belt. "Hands behind your back," she instructs. You comply, feeling a rush of excitement as she binds your wrists tightly, ensuring your submission. Her touch is firm yet gentle, and you sense her power over you growing with every moment.

"Now, my obedient boy, let's see how well you can follow instructions," she whispers, leaning close to your ear. Her hot breath sends tingles down your neck. "I want you to stay silent unless I permit you to speak. Understand?"

You nod eagerly, your eyes locked on her, communicating your eagerness to please.

Lisa circles around you, her heels clicking on the stone floor, and stops behind you. She runs her fingers through your hair, gripping it firmly, and pulls your head back, exposing your neck. "You're mine now," she declares, her voice filled with authority. "And I intend to remind you of that constantly."

With that, she delivers a sharp slap to your cheek, the stinging pain mixing with pleasure. "Ah, such a pretty face," she coos, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's a shame I have to mark it." Another slap, this time on the other cheek, leaves your face tingling and your cock throbbing.

She leans down, her breasts brushing against your shoulder, and whispers, "You like being my little plaything, don't you?" Her warm breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine. Without warning, she pulls your head back by your hair and spits in your face, the warm saliva running down your cheek. "That's for being such a good boy," she purrs.

You gasp, the mix of pleasure and degradation sending waves of arousal through your body. Lisa's fingers trace your jawline, and she tilts your face up, inspecting her handiwork. "Beautiful," she murmurs, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "But I think we can make it even better."

Producing a black ball gag, she secures it tightly, ensuring your silence. The rubbery taste of the gag fills your mouth, and you salivate, eager for what's to come. Lisa runs her hands over your bound body, her touch both tender and possessive. "You're so hard for me, aren't you?" she teases, her fingers wrapping around your throbbing cock.

She lowers herself onto your lap, facing away from you, and begins to grind against your erection. "Mmm, that's it, pet," she moans. "Feel how wet I am for you." Her pussy is hot and slick, and the sensation of her riding your cock, even through the layers of latex, is almost too much to bear.

With a swift motion, she turns, straddling your face. "Clean me up, slave," she orders, her voice commanding. You eagerly oblige, your tongue darting out to taste her. She's deliciously sweet, and you lap at her eagerly, your nose filled with her musky scent.

Lisa rides your face with abandon, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. Her juices flow freely, and you revel in the taste of her, your tongue probing deep into her folds. "Yes, just like that," she pants, her hands gripping your hair, guiding your mouth where she wants it.

Suddenly, she pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath. "Not bad, but I think you can do better," she teases, running her fingers over your gagged mouth. "Let's see how well you can please me with your mouth restrained."

She positions herself above your face again, this time with her back to you. "Eat me, James," she commands, her voice thick with desire. You struggle to breathe through your nose as her pussy hovers just above your mouth. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating.

As you lick and suck at her clit, she moans, her juices flowing freely onto your tongue. "Oh yes, you're doing well, my little gagged slave," she praises, her fingers now stroking your bound cock, making you even harder.

Just as you feel her quivering on the edge of release, she stops. "Not yet, pet," she teases, denying you the climax you both crave. "I have another use for that pretty mouth of yours."

Lisa rises from your face, her pussy glistening with your saliva and her arousal. She uncuffs your hands and guides you to a nearby bench, pushing you down onto your back. "Spread your legs, slave," she orders, her voice dripping with authority.

You comply, eager to please, and she straddles your chest, her knees on either side of your head. "Open wide," she commands, and you obey, your mouth watering in anticipation.

With a wicked grin, she lowers herself onto your face, this time positioning her pussy directly over your mouth. "Drink, my pet," she purrs, grinding her wetness against your lips. You eagerly lap at her, your tongue darting in and out, savoring her taste.

As you worship her with your mouth, she reaches down and begins to stroke your cock, her touch firm and rhythmic. "You like being my human toilet, don't you?" she taunts, her voice laced with pleasure. "Mmm, yes, suck it clean, slave."

The combination of her grinding pussy and skilled hand is overwhelming. You feel your orgasm building, but just as you're about to climax, she stops, depriving you once again.

"Not yet, James," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "I want to feel you explode in my hand while I use your mouth for my pleasure."

With that, she releases your cock and positions herself, ready to piss. You feel the warm stream hit your face, filling your mouth with her salty-sweet nectar. You swallow, reveling in the taste of her, your cock throbbing desperately.

As you drink eagerly, she strokes you with renewed vigor, and you can't hold back any longer. Your cock pulses, shooting rope after rope of hot cum onto her waiting hand.

"Yes, my good boy," she purrs, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, lie still and let me mark you as mine."

Lisa leans down, her breasts brushing your chest, and plants a soft kiss on your lips, tasting herself on your mouth. "You've served me well," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. "And I'll be back for more."

With a final stroke of your spent cock, she rises, leaving you breathless and utterly satisfied on the dungeon floor.

[JackWagon 18]

Alex, a man with a twisted mind and a penchant for the perverse, transformed into his alter ego, "Alexandra." By day, he worked as an accountant, but by night, he unleashed his true nature, reveling in the thrill of being a pervert in public.

Alexandra's obsession with peeing in her clothes was just the beginning. She had a fascination with the forbidden and the taboo, and she loved to push the boundaries of what was acceptable in public. She would often wear tight-fitting dresses and skirts that would cling to her body when she peed, and would choose fabrics that were prone to staining.

Her outfits were a reflection of her playful and flirtatious personality - bright colors, bold patterns, and a dash of sass. She would wear her hair in a stylish bob, and her makeup was always impeccable. But beneath the surface, Alexandra was a pervert, always on the lookout for the next thrill.

As she walked through the city, Alexandra would seek out the most crowded and public areas, always pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable. She would pee in her clothes in the middle of a busy shopping mall, or on a crowded bus, always making sure to wear clothes that would show off the stains.

One day, Alexandra decided to wear a tight-fitting white dress that was designed to accentuate her figure. The dress was made of a thin, silky material that would cling to her body when she peed, and Alexandra loved the way it would show off the stains.

Underneath the dress, Alexandra was wearing a pair of white lace panties that were designed to be visible when she was wet. The panties were made of a thin, delicate material that would soak up the urine and become transparent, allowing the stains to show through.

As Alexandra walked through the crowded streets, she felt the urge to pee growing stronger. She looked around for a discreet place to relieve herself, but instead, she decided to pee in her clothes, right there in the middle of the street.

She let out a small gasp as the warm liquid spread through her panties and onto the dress. The fabric of the dress began to cling to her body, showing off the stains in all their glory. The white lace panties were now visible through the dress, and the urine had soaked through the material, creating a visible stain.

Alexandra loved the way the urine had soaked through the material, creating a visible stain that would be noticeable to anyone who looked closely.

As she walked through the city, Alexandra felt a sense of excitement and arousal. She loved the way the pee-soaked dress was clinging to her body, and the way the stains were visible for all to see. She felt like she was indulging in her perverted fetish, and that she was getting away with something naughty.

People around her began to stare, some in disgust, others in confusion. A few even took out their phones to take pictures or videos. Alexandra loved the attention, and she began to subtly adjust her dress, making sure the stains were visible, and the fabric was clinging to her skin.

She then discreetly slipped her hand into her dress, using the folds of the fabric to conceal her actions. With her hand hidden from view, Alexandra began to masturbate, using the thrill of being discovered to heighten her pleasure. She was careful to keep her movements subtle, using the natural sway of her hips to mask the motion of her hand.

As she continued to walk, Alexandra felt her arousal building, and she knew she was getting close to climax. She quickened her pace, using the excitement of the moment to fuel her pleasure.

Finally, Alexandra felt herself cum, the sensation washing over her like a wave. She bit back a moan, careful not to draw attention to herself, as she felt the warm liquid spread through her clothes.

The cum added to the piss mess she had already made, creating a visible stain on her dress. Alexandra loved the way the two liquids mixed together, creating a messy and erotic sight.

As she walked away, Alexandra felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. She had indulged in her perverted fetish, and she had gotten away with it. She knew that she would have to clean up the mess she had made, but for now, she was just going to enjoy the thrill of the moment.

People around her were still staring, some in disgust, others in confusion. But Alexandra didn't care. She was too busy basking in the glow of her own perversion, and the thrill of getting away with something naughty.

As she disappeared into the crowd, Alexandra knew that she would be back, indulging in her perverted fetishes and pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable. She was a true original, a woman who refused to be bound by the conventions of society, and who reveled in the thrill of being a pervert in public.

[peeman89 36]

22 hours ago, TopMarker said:

duck.ai is the website

You choose llama instead of gpt and prompt it to write a story about what ever it is you want. Your first request should not be too sexualized or naughty, llama is quick to deny those. It has been helpful to write down successful prompts, because once llama goes into denial it has proven better to purge the chat 🔥 and start all over. Experiment with its limitations and it's boundaries. Maybe we can exchange successful prompts sometime. However once you get it going you can nudge it more and more and even get it to create outright pornographic content.

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