Rose Writes Smut

Imagine how embarrassed you'd be the first time your skirt was lifted up in front of someone new. You're about to pass someone on the sidewalk when you feel a cool breeze, and remember that you hadn't been able to find any panties that morning. You see their eyes lock onto your exposed pussy before you frantically push your skirt down.

Then it happens again while you're waiting for the bus. The person sitting on the bench waiting with you gets an excellent view of your ass. You blush and you're trying to apologize when the bus arrives and your skirt is lifted before a busfull of people.

There aren't any open seats on the bus. You're forced to skntand right in the middle. Without the cool breeze you don't notice when you're exposed again. It isn't until you hear people talking about the nice pussy you have that you realize you've been giving a show the entire time.

You stay seated at work, desperate to not expose yourself to the entire office. But that simply won't do. So the ghost unbuttons your blouse instead. The first time it happens, your coworker quietly tells you that you're having a clothing malfunction (after they've treated themselves to a good view of your tits, of course.) But after that, you know it's happening when the person you're talking to can't seem to look you in the eye. By the end of the day, everyone in the office has seen your bare breasts.

You keep a tight grip on your skirt as you board the bus to ride home. Everyone watches eagerly. By now, the rumors about your lack of underwear have reached the whole town. The bus is more full than usual and once again, you're stuck standing in the center. You're still holding down your skirt for dear life when you hear the shutter sound of someone snapping a picture with their phone. "I told you she had great tits."

You look down to see your shirt unbuttoned and gaping open. Embarrassed, you let go of your skirt to close the buttons. The moment you do, the skirt falls off completely. People laugh and pull out their phones to snap pictures of your exposed body.

Male reader, female ghost, maybe?

Hello my slutty readers,

As I said in a previous post, I managed to miss a lot of great asks from you all! I honesly thought I wasn't getting any messages, so imagine my surprise to find over a year's worth of spicy prompts to play with. This is my first ask, and coincidentally, my first story with an explicitly male reader (ladies and NBs welcome, I think you may still enjoy it). Please let me know how I did!

xoxo, Rose

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Imagine you move into a new bachelor pad, unaware that it's haunted by a slutty ghost. She decides to make you her next sex toy...

She's been waiting for the right man to move in. Desperate for it, really. The previous residents were all so boring that she went out of her way to scare them off.

Then she sees you. You might just be perfect. She waits for your first shower in your new home to decide that you're the one. It's your first audition and your naked body steals the show.

You don't know what it is about the house that turns you on so much, but you find yourself aroused constantly. A cool tingling sesation on your dick like whisper-soft touches coax it to stand at attention until you're aching for a release. You get yourself off multiple times a day with no idea that she's there, watching in satisfaction as you unknowingly display your cock for her approval. Oh yes, you're the toy that she's been aching for.

She plays with you while you sleep. Running her hands over every inch of your body. Examining the way it responds to her attention whether you're awake or not. Seeing just how much she can get out of you. It's your final audition. You wake up naked each morning with dried cum all over you with vague memories of unusual wet dreams flashing through your mind. You don't understand what is happening to you.

Then one day, you hear it. A delighted giggle as you reveal your erection to the room. You pause, dripping cock in your hand, and look around in confusion. The sight makes her laugh again and this time, she can't help herself.

You gasp as cold hands grab ahold of you and start to pump. Slowly at first, then faster when she realizes that you aren't going to stop her. It isn't until you feel her lips close around you that you finally accept what is happening. Either you've gone crazy, or you're being sucked off by an invisible woman. Invisible, that is, until you cum all over her face. Then you can see the outline of her smiling up at you as your cum drips down her body.

She provides no explanation, instead she pushes you to your bed and climbs on top of you, demanding for you to do it again. You never used to recover so quickly. But you feel her cold hand manipulate something inside you and within seconds your throbbing erection has returned.

She has you cum all over her. Over and over again, she brings you over the edge and sprays you over herself, wanting to show you her silhouette. Each time you cum, you get to see more of her naked and needy form. Her face. Her tits. Her ass. Her thighs. Her pussy. You're enthralled, watching your hot white cum drip over every curve of her.

You think that you're done once you've covered her head to toe but she pushes you back down. Now, she wants to fuck you. Her pussy is wet and soft, but cool as it envelops you. Then you're forced to watch her use you one more time. Your cum coats every part of her, a white ghostly form rocking against you. You can see her breasts bounce and her head fall back in pleasure as she rides you. She goes until she's milked you to the very last drop.

I just discovered that tumblr was not notifying me when I received asks from you. I thought no one was sending me anything, but just today, I discovered all of the messages. Some of which are over a year old!

I'll be going through and responding to them over the next few days. Some will simply be thank you's, but I fully intend to respond to your prompts as well. So charge your vibrators. More smut is on the way!

I've had friends recommend that I charge for my stories. I have some ideas for personalized commissions in the future, but my imagines have and always will be free use for all of you.

Free free to add more detail in the comments!

It notices the way your body responds when you read *that* story. You know the one. It knows exactly the way that you're going to do because it's watched you read it over and over.

It loves to stare at your body when you can't help but slide your clothes off. It loves the way you touch yourself. The way your breath catches. Getting up close as you start to drip.

You don't realize that you've become their personal little porn star. That's how it thinks of you. Entertainment that it owns. Sometimes, when you put on a good enough show, it invites friends to come watch. You're their plaything. They get to examine every inch of your exposed body, and you have no idea that you've been put on display for an audience.

They love watching you come the most. Especially the nights when you come over and over again. You don't know why you feel like your hands are being tugged to play with yourself more. To read that story again and come just one more time even though you're already exhausted. You have know idea that you're being egged on by an invisible presence.

You live in the house with them, completely under the control of your attractive owners. They dress you in their school colors and paint their names on your body. You go where they want you to go and do what they want you to do.

All of your needs are provided for. In fact, they often argue over who gets to care for you next. Whoever feeds you gets to have you on their lap or at their feet during the meal. Whoever grooms you gets to have you join them in the shower. Whoever makes you cum the most times during the day gets to have you in their bed that night.

The real fun begins during the parties. Throughout each party, you stay in the position they place you in. One night, you spend on your back on a table with your legs spread wide. The next night, you're on your knees, tits out, glistening with flavored lube. Another night, you're bent over with your bare ass in the air.

Party guests add money to the beer fund to be allowed to fuck you. People compete for who can make you cum the most times. But the real honor is if someone is able to get their photo on the "I made The Slut squirt" wall.

You're often kidnapped by rival teams. You laugh as they throw you over their shoulders and sprint off with you, knowing you'll be fucked by a whole new group of people. You're never worried, your owners always race to get you back before the other team can dress you in rival colors.

You're a widely accepted to be a good luck charm. You stand in the locker room for players to fondle you before running out to the field. People are always sure to finger you before taking a big test.

You've only just started getting used to the idea that most of the town has seen you naked. And unfortunately for you, people aren't so shocked to see simple wardrobe malfunctions anymore. Your invisible puppetmaster begins to get bored.

So, the ghost decides to show them all just how much of a whore you are.

You're at the bar on a Friday night. Just playing a few rounds of pool, occasionally offering glimpses of your tits or pussy as bend over to take your shot.

The next thing you know, cold hands haul you onto the pool table. Your startled cry draws everyones attention just in time to see you forced onto your knees and bent over with your bare ass in the air. Your dress is yanked up over your head so your naked body is on full display under the bar lights.

Imagine how people gather around to watch as your asscheeks are spread wide to show off your holes. A few people pull out their phones to snap pictures while you're helplessly exposed.

Then a cold, hard, cock parts your lips and plunges into your pussy. You can't help but moan as it pumps into you, streaching you open and filling you completely. Meanwhile, the whole bar watches as your pussy gapes open, your asscheek shaking with each pounding of the invisible body using yours.

Imagine being shown the videos later. Seeing yourself being used in front of a crowd of your neighbors. Watching an unseen entity make a spectacle of your degradation. Knowing that anyone can watch you putting on an unexpected show with your body.

Imagine being made to cum so hard that you squirt all over the pool table. Being unable to stop moaning and whining while you're being used. Becoming complicit in your own exploitation.

Imagine the ghost holding you in that position after it's done with you. Allowing people to step forward and touch you. The hands all over your body.

Imagine staying in that position even after the ghost has let you go. Obediently letting bar patrons take their turns fucking you.

I'll be making updates to this blog and wanted to give you a heads up so you can still find your favorite stories when you need them.

Feel free to let me know what you want more of. My writing is free use and here for your pleasure.

At first it scares you. You see a face over your shoulder in the mirror but when you turn around, no one is there. You see the shadow of someone standing outside your shower but when you shriek and pull the curtain back, the room is empty.

The third time it happens you swear you hear a low chuckle. Someone entertained by your fear.

Soon you start to feel it touch you. It's subtle at first: a palm sliding across your ass as you lean over the sink. Fingers playing with your hair as you brush your teeth. You think you're imagining it.

The unmistakable feeling of being watched taunts you as you shower. You often feel a cool gust of air over your chest, keeping your nipples tight and sensitive.

There is no denying it when they finally join you in the shower. Cold, invisible hands run over your body, making you gasp and shiver. They slide down and you spread your legs without thinking. The fingers don't hesitate to slip inside of you.

Becoming a ghost was the worst. He couldn't leave his haunt, no one could see him, and the landlord took all his stuff. When you moved into the house, the ghost was annoyed at first. They liked having the space to themselves. That changed the first time he saw you naked. For the first time, he was happy to be a ghost. Because you never knew when he was watching.

He started small, just watching you shower. Loving the way the water ran down your breasts. Enjoying the show you didn't realize you were putting on.

But he wanted more.

You were asleep the first time he touched you. Gently fondling your breasts. When you didn't wake up, he slowly unbuttoned your pajama top. Exposing your tits. He spent the night playing with them, becoming intimately familiar with the feel of them in his hands.

The next night, you wore a nightgown. He was practically drooling when he lifted it, pulling it all the way up to your neck. Then he took off your panties. You stayed asleep as he admired your bare body.

The third night he couldn't resist anymore. He undressed you and spread your legs. You began to stir as he explored your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You moaned and spread your legs wider. You thought you were dreaming. He loved watching you cum in your sleep, unaware that your "wet dream" was very much real.

When he finally fucked you, he knew he would never stop. Watching your pussy gape around his invisible cock, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your sleepy moans...it was addictive. Every night, he'd be back to enjoy your compliant body. The perfect toy.

They're tentative at first, mostly exploring you while you sleep. Your doctor calls it restless leg syndrome but you swear that you feel hands stroking and groping you. It isn't until you feel thier mouth and tongue on you that you become convinced there is more at play here.

Long pants disappear from your closet, leaving shorts and skirts as your only option. The ghost loves you in skirts especially; they can lift the hem whenever they want to admire you.

You start feeling their hands on you constanly. Then their lips. Their tongue. Their teeth. Your friends tease you about the bite marks on the backs of your legs.

Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.

Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.

People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.

You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.

People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.

It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.

Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.

If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.

Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.

People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.

Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.

Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.

The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.

You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.

People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.

Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.