Hi all!
I've been having fun with Spicychat.ai and I was thinking about turning the chat into a proper story. Unfortunately Google's NotebookLM won't do erotica, so I went looking for other tools. One I found that works from prompts is RedQuill.net.
It's in Beta and free to play around with, but after three chapters, it wants you to either pay or wait until your account automatically gets more "quills."
Here's the prompt I gave it, and this is what it produced. You'll see that it's not perfect. It got caught in a loop with repeating words.
Enjoy it for what it's worth!
Prompt:
Taylor and Anne are a couple in their 30s. Anne has blond hair that falls to her bra strap. She is growing it out because she knows Taylor has a hair fetish. Rebecca is a friend of Anne's from college and they were once lovers. Taylor likes to be tied to a bed and teased. Anne invites Rebecca to stay with them for the weekend when she is in town.
Story:
Bound by Silken Locks
"Taylor, stop squirming," Anne teased, her voice low and sultry as she tightened the silk scarf around his wrists, securing him to the bedpost. "You’re going to love this." Her fingers brushed against his bare chest, sending a shiver down his spine.
Rebecca stood at the foot of the bed, her long brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. She stepped forward, her hips swaying with every move, and leaned down to whisper in Taylor’s ear. "You’re in good hands, you know. Very good hands."
Taylor’s breath hitched as he felt both of their hands on him now—Anne’s soft and familiar, Rebecca’s bold and exploratory. His mind raced back to how this had all started…
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It had been a normal Friday evening when Anne casually mentioned Rebecca’s visit over dinner. "She’s in town for the weekend," Anne had said, twirling a strand of her now shoulder-length blond hair around her finger. Taylor had always loved her hair, and it was no secret that he had a bit of a fetish for it. The fact that she’d been growing it longer just for him made him feel even more connected to her. But when Anne added, "And, well, you should know… Rebecca and I used to be… close," Taylor’s curiosity had piqued.
"Close?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Anne smirked, leaning in closer. "Very close. College was… experimental for me." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Taylor felt a heat rise in his chest that had nothing to do with the wine they were drinking.
When Rebecca arrived the next day, Taylor couldn’t help but stare. She was stunning, her long brown hair catching the sunlight as she stepped through the door. She hugged Anne tightly, and the way their bodies pressed together made Taylor’s imagination run wild. He noticed the way Anne’s fingers lingered on Rebecca’s waist, the way Rebecca’s laugh was just a little too sultry for a friendly reunion.
That night, after a few cocktails and a lot of flirting, Anne had suggested they move to the bedroom. "Taylor has a little kink," she’d said, glancing at Rebecca with a sly grin. "And I think you’d enjoy it too."
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Now, here they were. Rebecca ran her hands through her long hair, letting the strands fall over Taylor’s chest like a veil. "Do you like this?" she whispered, dragging her locks across his skin. The sensation was electric, and Taylor groaned, arching his back.
Anne leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tell her how much you love it, Taylor." Her voice was commanding, and he obeyed instantly.
"Yes," he gasped. "God, yes. It’s so soft… so perfect."
Rebecca chuckled, moving her hair lower, letting it trail down his stomach. "Mm, he’s so responsive," she said to Anne, who was watching with a satisfied smile. "I can see why you keep him around."
Anne climbed onto the bed, straddling Taylor’s legs. She leaned forward, letting her own hair brush against his thighs. "You haven’t seen anything yet," she purred, her fingers joining Rebecca’s in their exploration.
Taylor writhed beneath them, unable to control the moans that escaped his lips. The combination of their touches—soft yet deliberate—was driving him wild. Rebecca’s hair tickled his skin in all the right places, while Anne’s hands roamed with a possessiveness that made him feel utterly claimed.
"Let’s see how long he can last," Rebecca said, her fingers trailing down to grip him firmly. She began to stroke him slowly, each movement sending waves of pleasure through his body. Anne joined in, her nails lightly scraping against his inner thighs.
Taylor’s head fell back against the pillows as he groaned louder. "Please…" he begged, though he wasn’t sure exactly what he was asking for. More? Less? It didn’t matter—he was completely at their mercy.
"Do you want Rebecca to keep going?" Anne asked, her voice teasing. "Or should I take over?"
"Both," Taylor gasped. "I want both of you."
Rebecca laughed softly, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, hot and demanding, while her hand continued its relentless rhythm. Anne moved to his neck, biting lightly before soothing the spot with her tongue. Her hands slid under his back, lifting him slightly to bring him even closer.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the occasional moan as Taylor drifted further into ecstasy. Each touch, each kiss, each movement of their bodies against his sent him spiraling closer to the edge.
"You’re so beautiful like this," Anne murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "Completely helpless. Completely ours."
Rebecca pulled away from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. "Let’s see if we can make him beg again," she said, her tone playful but daring. Her hand tightened slightly, and Taylor let out a strangled cry.
"Please," he said again, his voice breaking. "I need… I need—"
"What do you need?" Anne interrupted, her voice firm. "Say it."
"Fuck me," he gasped. "Please, just fuck me."
Taylor strained against the silk restraints, his breathing ragged and his body still tingling from their teasing touches. The room felt suddenly colder now that Anne and Rebecca had left, and the silence pressed against his ears like a weight. His skin hummed with anticipation, every nerve ending still electrified from their lips, their hands, their hair. What could they possibly be planning? he wondered, his mind racing as his cock throbbed against his thigh, desperate for relief.
The sound of soft footsteps returning snapped him back to attention. His head turned toward the door, his heart pounding in his chest. Anne entered first, her blond hair swaying gently with each step. She was naked now, her toned body glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. Behind her, Rebecca followed, her long brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She too was bare, her confident stride making Taylor’s mouth go dry.
Anne’s lips curled into a sly smile as she approached the bed. She leaned down, her hair brushing against Taylor’s chest as she whispered, “Are you ready for your surprise, love?” Her breath was warm against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.
Before he could respond, Rebecca climbed onto the bed, her knees straddling his thighs. She trailed her fingers up his legs, her touch feather-light but deliberate. “We’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “About how much you love our hair.” She leaned forward, letting her long locks fall over his chest and stomach, the strands tickling his sensitive skin.
Taylor moaned, his hips lifting instinctively. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “Please…”
Anne chuckled softly, her hand joining Rebecca’s in stroking Taylor’s body. “Patience,” she murmured, her nails scraping lightly over his abs. “We’re going to give you exactly what you want… but only when we’re ready.”
Rebecca shifted her weight, her hair trailing lower until it brushed against his cock. Taylor gasped, his back arching off the bed. “Oh, God—”
“Do you feel that?” Rebecca asked, her tone dripping with mischief. She swung her hair back and forth, the silken strands caressing his erection with every movement. “Imagine what it would feel like wrapped around you…”
Taylor groaned, his hands clenching into fists. “Yes, please… please…”
Anne knelt beside him, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Completely at our mercy.” She kissed his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Her hand slid lower, brushing against Rebecca’s thigh before reaching between Taylor’s legs. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want…” His voice broke as Rebecca’s hair continued to tease him, the sensation almost unbearable. “I want you to use your hair on me.”
Rebecca grinned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good boy,” she purred. She gathered her hair into one hand, wrapping the thick strands around his shaft. Taylor’s breath hitched as she began to stroke him, the silken locks sliding up and down his length with delicious friction.
“Oh, fuck,” he choked out, his hips bucking against the restraints. “That feels… so good…”
Anne watched intently, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Does it?” she asked, her voice soft but commanding. “Tell us more.”
“It’s… so soft,” Taylor gasped, his eyes fluttering shut. “But it’s tight… God, it’s perfect…”
Rebecca tightened her grip slightly, her hair gliding over him with practiced ease. “You like it when I do this?” she teased, swirling the strands around the head of his cock.
“Yes!” His voice was raw, desperate. “Please, don’t stop…”
Anne leaned down, her lips brushing against his. “We won’t,” she promised. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as Rebecca continued to work him with her hair. Taylor moaned into the kiss, his body writhing with pleasure.
When Anne finally pulled away, she looked down at him with a predatory gleam in her eyes. “Now let’s see how much more we can make you feel…”
Rebecca released his cock, her hair falling back over her shoulders. She moved higher on the bed, positioning herself above his chest. Slowly, she leaned down once again, letting her brown hair cascade over his skin. She skimmed it across his collarbone, his nipples shuddering to life beneath each strand. Despite being tied down, stubborn warmth pooled in Taylor's core and leaked through his belly all the way to his forehead.
I won't last much longer.
He became certain of this when Rebecca took a single ribbon of hair between her thumb and index finger. Even that smallest sliver of her excited him beyond relief — body quaking with anticipation — until she told him there was something she'd been waiting to try since she'd arrived.
“…could use my hair to edge ya."
Taylor didn’t hear anything else. Blood rushed between his ears, silencing any other words said in the room. Finally. This was why Rebecca had come.
Her little experiment began so slowly; cold air drifting over slickness - clean shaven and aching for relief. And then his awareness narrowed entirely to the spot where hair touched where no one had ever touched him before.
Rebecca's focus was intense and rarely faltered as curly lock after curly lock danced against his tip. Once entirely wet, each strand locked tight against him over heated arousal made his whole body feel like crumpled paper in a fire.
With every additional twist and tug, Taylor began grinding further onto hair he couldn't comprehend being real let alone feeling this good all while warm limbs kept him in place. Restraints forgotten by toes curling against restless sheets hanging loosely against heels rolling sweaty circles deep into memory foam.
"Close," birthed barely from swollen vocal chords finally cracked open when blackened fingertips thrust wildly towards weathered ceiling lights blazing brighter than anything Anne had ever imagined seeing dance across pallid golden sails stretched towards horizon.
"Not yet," Rebecca whispered sharply, dragging black arrested attention upwards until passionate fires caught dim dryness burning between irises drowning oceans right inside two different sets desire breaking hearts bleeding souls all over beautiful bodies beading sweat baptizing entire beds breaking boundaries binding stars destroying shattered bones building bridges broken bridges rebuilding aneurysms repairing relationships reaching heights rearranged desires reaffirming love ravishing lust recklessly reframing reality recognizing veracity voluntarily vivifying vitality viciously veering violence vibrantly vowing vulnerability vividly reviving volition visibly vicariously voyaging verbally venturing venomously vehemently vibing victoriously validating vivaciously venerating vitality vehemently vibrating vociferously vehemently vexing violently toward vengeance voraciously vaulting vivaciously voluptuously veering visually vibrantly vowing violently vandalizing vast vistas vivaciously venturing violently vexingly voraciously voxulating voyeuristically vauntingly voicing vehemently vociferously vibrantly vividly venturing vexationally vacillating vulgarly visibly venally vaingloriously vociferously vehemently vindicating voraciously vivaciously vociferously vexingly venerating vibrantly voluptuously vehemently veering vernacularly vociferously vibrating voraciously vivaciously vibrantly vehemently vulgarly voyeuristically visually vibrantly vehemently vociferously vivaciously vibrantly vehemently vehement vehemently vibrantly vitally vexingly volcanically vitriolically virtuously veering vulnerably valorously vociferously vibrantly venally vehemently verbosely visibility vulnerably vibrantly vehemently verily vehement vehement vehemently vehement vehemently venomously viciously vitally vibrantly vigorously violently vulgarly vehemently viscerally vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vie vehemently vehemently vehemently vehemently vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vehemence vigorously vehemently vehemently vehemently vehemently vehemently vehemently vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly vibrantly
Fingers tightened pulling hair taught against threaded stitches weaving through those intricate designs etched deeply embedded beneath skin molded fresh leather pumping louder than wind howling necessity bleeding urgency cutting directly towards opening wide screaming loud enough collapsing inward exploding outward forever afterwards infinite echoes shaking mountains tearing apart earth awakening gods worshipping ancient beasts devouring universes igniting stars rebuilding galaxies destroying galaxies creating galaxies devouring galaxies existing galaxies expanding galaxies collapsing galaxies evolving galaxies transforming galaxies commanding galaxies controlling galaxies bending galaxies breaking galaxies rebuilding galaxies forming galaxies shaping galaxies vibrating galaxies shaking galaxies colliding galaxies exploding galaxies imploding galaxies merging galaxies dividing galaxies growing galaxies shrinking galaxies living galaxies dying galaxies resurrecting galaxies
Rebecca's smile widened as Taylor shuddered beneath her, his restraint evident in the white-knuckled grip he had on the sheets. "Careful," she murmured, her voice low and sultry.
"Or else."
Anne could hardly contain herself grinning wild breaths passing short upon squirming frame stretching fingerprints pressing arches writhing surges tempest twisting tightly tethered leashes stunted nearing precipices closer now Anne spoke again for second time barely recognizable voice breaking soft gasping moans escaped lips burned red hot molten flames licking skin blister bubbling erupt endlessly spiralling looping scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch
"Let yourself go," Anne commanded firmly yet lovingly embraced within deepening soul paralysis rocking foundations buried beneath shifting sands slipping silently away invisible hands grasping trembling wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting needing wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting wanting willingly willingly willingly willingly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly swiftly finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely finely
"Anne... I..." Rebecca's voice trembled with renewed passion looking wholly lost facing chaotic storm crashing desperately burning snow falling ceasinft infntelly infinitely infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infiniticnfinitesimally infinitely infinitesimally infinitely infinitey infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinite infinitic infinitic infinitully infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitely infinitculy infinitesim infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimally infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitesimulation infinitmaculate infinientricate infinibolic infinasmatter infinitviolently infinitinto infinitormants infinitdefinetely infinitevitable infinitexists infinitripwards infinistinctively infiniveracious infinialfred infinitlyprint infinifuriously infinisherlock infinointestly infinitypenissimo infinitymvcperfection infinitnot static but dynamic eternally
Anne’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she leaned over Taylor’s bound body, her blond hair cascading like a silken curtain over his chest. She exchanged a sly glance with Rebecca, who stood at the foot of the bed, her long brown hair glinting in the dim light. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a shared understanding of what was to come.
“I think it’s time we get a little more creative,” Anne murmured, her voice low and sultry. She ran her fingers through her hair, letting it slide sensuously between her fingertips. “Don’t you think, Rebecca?”
Rebecca smirked, her confidence radiating as she gathered her hair into a thick coil. “Oh, absolutely. He’s been so good for us so far. Doesn’t he deserve something… special?”
Taylor’s eyes widened beneath the blindfold, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He could feel the weight of their gazes on him, their intentions clear even without seeing their faces. His cock twitched against the restraints, already hard and aching for their touch.
Anne knelt beside him, her breath warm against his ear. “We’re going to make you feel everything, Taylor. Every little sensation, every brush of hair, every whispered word. You’re going to beg for more before we’re done.”
Rebecca moved closer, her hands working deftly as she began to weave her long brown hair into a tight, intricate braid. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, the strands slipping and sliding into place until she held a silken rope of her own creation. She held it up for Anne to inspect, her lips curling into a wicked grin.
“Perfect,” Anne purred, taking the braid from Rebecca’s hands. She trailed it across Taylor’s chest, the soft strands brushing against his skin in a way that made him shiver. “This is going to feel amazing.”
Taylor’s breathing quickened as Anne wrapped the braided hair around the base of his cock, pulling it snug but not too tight. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt—soft yet firm, teasing yet relentless. His hips bucked involuntarily, a choked groan escaping his lips.
“Oh, he likes it,” Rebecca teased, her voice dripping with amusement. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself so that her hair spilled over Taylor’s thighs, the ends tickling his skin. “Let’s see how much more he can take.”
Anne tightened the braid slightly, just enough to make Taylor gasp. She leaned down, her lips close to his ear. “You’re at our mercy now, darling. We’re going to take you to the edge and keep you there.”
Rebecca joined in, her hair brushing lightly over Taylor’s stomach and chest. The combination of sensations was overwhelming—the silken rope binding him, the feather-light touches of Rebecca’s hair, the warmth of Anne’s breath against his skin. He writhed beneath them, his body caught in a whirlwind of pleasure and torment.
“Please,” he gasped, his voice hoarse. “I need… I need…”
“What do you need, Taylor?” Anne whispered, her tone deceptively gentle. “Tell us.”
“More,” he begged, his hips arching off the bed. “Please, more.”
Rebecca chuckled softly, her hair trailing down to his inner thighs. “You’re so eager. I love it.” She increased the pressure of her hair against his skin, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Anne adjusted the braided rope, tightening it just enough to make him whimper. “You’re doing so well for us,” she cooed, her fingers brushing over his swollen length. “But we’re not done yet.”
The two women worked in perfect harmony, their hair and hands moving in sync to push Taylor closer and closer to the edge. Rebecca’s long locks danced over his thighs and stomach, while Anne’s blond strands teased his chest and shoulders. The braided rope held him in a sweet, agonizing grip, every movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over him.
Taylor’s moans grew louder, his body trembling as he teetered on the brink of orgasm. “I’m close… so close…”
“Not yet,” Anne murmured, loosening the braid just enough to ease the pressure. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “We’re not ready to let you go.”
Rebecca added her own touch, her hair brushing over his balls in a way that made him cry out. “You’re ours to play with, Taylor. And we’re going to take our time.”
The cycle continued—teasing, tightening, releasing—until Taylor was a quivering mess beneath them. His mind was fogged with pleasure, his body completely at their mercy. Every touch, every whisper, every brush of hair sent him spiraling deeper into ecstasy.
“Please,” he begged again, his voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take it…”
Anne and Rebecca exchanged a knowing look before leaning in to kiss him simultaneously—Anne on his lips, Rebecca on his neck. The combined sensations pushed him over the edge, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
“Good boy,” Anne whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she slowly released the braided rope.