Rose Writes Smut

**This is for adults only. If you are a minor, do not engage.** I'm Rose. Here, you will find erotic short stories designed to stimulate your imagination while you, most likely, stimulate your body. So far, my writing has been most popular with women, nonbinary individuals, and bi or pansexual people, but all consenting adults are welcome. Common kinks: ghost fucking, free use, exhibitionism, bondage, CNC, somnophilia, and corruption. My writing is free use. Please share, comment, and expand on the fantasy.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine being the slutty mascot for a college fraternity or sorority.

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're accessible to your owners at all times, and you love it. Being their cute little pet is all the fulfillment you need. You are the perfect communal fucktoy.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine the first time the ghost fucks you in public

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.

Imagine the moment you accept the whore you've become.

[rosewritessmut]

Hello my slutty readers. You know me as NewbieCitrusAuthor and likely followed me because of my Ghost Turns You Into the Town Whore story. I've changed my username, but my writing remains the same.

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.

xoxo, Rose

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine moving into a house where a horny ghost haunts the bathroom.

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.

Before you know it, you find yourself bent over being fucked by an unseen stranger. You can hear them laugh as your started cries turn into moans

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

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.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

[veronicagarnet]

Do I need a Ouija board to make this happen?

[rosewritessmut]

It started out as a joke. Just you and some friends drunk on a Friday night, lounging on the floor in one of their apartments. One of them dared you to try it. Through drunk giggles, you spelled out F U C K M E on the board. You didn’t expect an answer. But you got one.

It was the alcohol, you told yourself. You drank a bit too much. That was why you felt cold hands on your skin immediately after. Icy fingers sliding under your clothes, groping at your breasts, squeezing your ass, and pushing inside you. You didn’t realize how your hardened nipples peeked through your shirt after the cold of those hands against them. You didn’t see your friends' eyes lock on them. But the ghost did. And it tugged your collar just a bit lower, watching their eyes follow.

You jumped to your feet to leave. You had no idea, but that was the moment that started it. That you gave your friends sitting on the floor a great view up your skirt. The ghost watched them stare, saw them nudge one another to see what a pretty mess you were while you bent over to put on your shoes and drunkenly exposed yourself to the room.

The ghost saw the way they looked at you. It decided there and then that not only would it fuck you, it would make sure every single one of your friends did too.

It was your friends that you flashed first. But from that moment on, the ghost could not get enough. It was those same friends who fucked you first. Who posted the first pictures online. Who ran the website dedicated to your degradation.

It started out as a joke. At least...that's what you remember while you lay your naked body on a restaurant table for tourists to devour. Wasn't it a Friday night with friends? You wonder while you ride on the bus driver's lap, paying for your commute by letting him cum inside you at a red light. You had been pretty drunk. Was it the Ouija board that led to you on the steps of city hall, bare tits in the air and the mayor's tongue buried inside you?

You suppose it doesn't matter how you made it happen. All that matters now is the moment another stranger makes you cum in front of the cheering crowd.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine a ghost that loves your legs. Of course they throughly enjoy getting to see every inch of your naked body while you shower, but your legs are their favorite.

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.

You find it hard to focus when there's an invisible tongue running over your thighs. Even more so when they spread your legs apart to fuck you with their tongue.

[thephantomscrewdriver]

I tried talking to you when you moved in, but you couldn't hear me, couldn't perceive my attentions. In your sleep, though, in that liminal space when you were dreaming, you responded to my fingers on your ankles.

"More..." you muttered, and I let myself caress the sharp bones of your ankles, the tender relaxed muscles of your calves.

"You have such delicate flesh," I whispered, and you could not hear me, but you whimpered when I moved away.

The next morning, when you woke, you kept caressing the places I had touched. Half remembered contact left you longing for more. You hid yourself in baggy pants, and they looked terrible on you, highlighting your fears. I felt sorrow for you.

For weeks I came to your bed to worship the beauty you were so inclined to hide, and mourned you giving in to your fear and shame when you donned your shape concealing pants over your exquisit form. Eventually, I could not help myself, and I began to move them from your closet. I hid them in small secret places, hoping that by the time you found them, you wouldn't need them anymore. You didn't even notice until half of them were gone and you had to wear a skirt.

Each night, you invited me to touch more of you, speaking your longings in your sleep.

"I want to feel your longing," you told me one day, just before you woke, and that was the first day you still really felt me when you woke.

"Are you really here?" you asked, tentatively, not expecting and answer, and I trailed my fingers and my lips up your calf, and ran my tongue over the sweet, soft flesh at the back of your knee, just like I had done in your dream. Just as you had done in your sleep, you moaned longingly, and I sunk my teeth into your thigh, winning the most gracious gasp, and beaming at your newfound ability to feel me when you could really, fully respond.

[rosewritessmut]

I love this addition.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

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.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

[goodgirldarkdesiress-deactivate]

Honestly such a hot thought. It’s got me so wet☺️

[varietyisthespiceoflife1]

The ghost’s laughter echoed through her bones, a low, cold hum that vibrated in her ribs as she stood before the mirror in her now-empty closet. The first change was subtle: her favorite jeans vanished, replaced by a lace-trimmed skirt so short it barely covered her ass. She’d laughed it off, blamed it on laundry mishaps—until her bras and panties began dissolving into dust when she touched them. Resistance crumbled like sugar; soon, she stopped wearing underthings altogether.

By week three, her skirt rode up like a flag of surrender every time she walked past a man. The ghost’s whispers in her ear helped—a nudge here, a gust there—ensuring her slit was visible to every construction worker, barista, and grocery clerk. She learned to ignore their stares, their leering grins, the way their hands grazed her thighs when she paid for milk.

Then came the unbuttoning. Her blouse gaped open mid-conversation, and the ghost’s icy fingers lingered on her spine as strangers stared at her nipples, hard and pink, until she yanked the fabric closed. But they didn’t stop. Men followed her home, their breath hot on her neck, their palms slipping under her skirt. She stopped fighting when a father of two shoved his cock into her behind the library, his grunts muffled by her gasps. Let them have it, the ghost hissed. You’re theirs now.

By month’s end, her body was a public spectacle. At the bus stop, a man flicked her clit through her skirt; at the diner, the cook fingered her while she waited for eggs. The ghost made sure every mishap was captured—the way her sundress split open at the fair, the beach day when her bikini snapped into seawater. The photos spread like wildfire, her cunt and tits plastered on billboards, t-shirts, and the town’s welcome sign.

The ghost’s final trick? Her own surrender. She stopped hiding. She leaned back in her chair at work, legs splayed, and let the office boys take turns licking her slit between meetings. She bent over the checkouts at the store, spreading wider as customers paid with cum instead of cash. The ghost’s voice purred in her ear as a stranger’s cock split her asshole at the town square, his thrusts echoing the ghost’s laughter.

Now, she’s the town’s centerpiece—a living slutty monument. The ghost’s work is done. She watches, smug and spectral, as every man and woman in town takes their turn drilling her raw, her body a testament to their shared hunger. And the girl? She doesn’t mind anymore. She loves it.

[rosewritessmut]

I love this. Expand on my stories, add your own fantasies. My writing itself is free use.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.

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.

Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.

[decdoug]

This keeps popping up in my feed. I showed it to Louise this morning, she said it made her feel hot and asked me to send her a screenshot of it. Very interesting.

[rosewritessmut]

Thank you for sharing. I like knowing that sharing my ideas spices up people's lives. Even better if I can give someone a release.

[rosewritessmut]

You didn't know it, but your body made dying worth it.

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.

Being a ghost wasn't so bad.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine a ghost that loves your legs. Of course they throughly enjoy getting to see every inch of your naked body while you shower, but your legs are their favorite.

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.

You find it hard to focus when there's an invisible tongue running over your thighs. Even more so when they spread your legs apart to fuck you with their tongue.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.

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.

Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

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.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine being fucked by a ghost in front of a mirror. Not only can you see your pussy gaping open but you can see the impressions of their hands on you. Watch your tits move around as they squeeze and bounce and play with them. Watch your thighs being spread wider to better expose your body. Every part of you being played with by an invisible lover.

[spaceprincesspuppet]

Been thinking about ghosts a lot. Specifically the kinda ghouls that are perverts. Ones that use their afterlife to grope you and touch you. Ones that poke, prod and tease you. The kind of spirits to get you all hot and bothered while you're trying to do mundane tasks. Teasing and touching your ass while you bend over the counter or when you go to pick something up. Feeling you up while you try to take a shower. Making you drop your bar of soap so they can tease your ass some more as you bend over to retrieve it.

Oh to be haunted by a horny little Poltergeist..

[zaota]

a ghost boyfriend that you can't see but only feel. he signals to you that he's there by pinning your legs down. and even when you struggle hard you just can't move your legs. and when you tries to get up he pins your hands as well. you're left heaving and struggling as he fucks you over and over again until you're so exhausted you fall asleep. and you love it.

[con-dientes]

Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3

[frankiethedarkangel]

The ghost in your house who takes care of your sexual needs.

He sees you when you’re at your most desperate. Scrolling looking for a video or something to read to relieve the ache. Once you reach for your toys he springs into action.

Already unclothed, he touches your bare pussy. Rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t see him, so you’re just anticipating what’s going to happen.

You continue to scroll and periodically glancing to your mirror to see yourself. He continues to touch you. Seeing what you’re looking at he does his best to replicate it. Spreading your pussy open with his fingers to eat you out.

Squeezing and sucking on your breasts, leaving marks that you can’t explain to anyone else. Fingering you and curling his fingers to hit all the good spots.

Seeing yourself spread and gaping from the invisible man just turns you on more. Letting this mysterious ghost pleasure you.

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