The AI won’t let you write suggestive or dirty stuff. You will have to do that yourself. But if you can’t write at all. You can just feed it your ideas and tell it to write. Then you can modify and edit things. Use it like a tool to sharpen your paragraphs or help to flesh out a scene. So instead of naked girl you can probably just say nail girl. Then later edit it. But before you make the suggestive edits, paste the whole story in and ask for writing advice. The AI is a powerfully creative writer and an excellent tool that can help every writer.
Here is an example:
Write me a chapter that starts strong, ends strong and has nice conflict between two rival girls. They have a dare going and the loser has to wear funny clothing in front of people and get embarrassed. But it’s not a bully like situation, just pride as these girls are old friends. Jane is blonde with pink streaks and Sandy loves to crack jokes. The contest could be skateboarding in a skate park. They are wearing daring schoolgirl skirts even though they are in college.
The sun beat down on the concrete of the skate park, casting harsh shadows on the metal ramps and rails. Two girls stood at one end of the park, glaring at each other with fierce determination in their eyes. Jane, with her blonde hair streaked with pink, held her skateboard tightly in one hand, while Sandy, the jokester, leaned against a wall, twirling her long black hair around her finger.
“Are you ready for this, Jane?” Sandy called out, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “I hope you’ve been practicing your moves!”
Jane smirked, flipping her skateboard over and planting one foot on the deck. “I don’t need to practice, Sandy. I was born to skateboard.”
The girls had made a bet, and it was a big one. The loser would have to wear a humiliating outfit to class for an entire day. They had decided on daring schoolgirl skirts, even though they were both in college. It was a risk they were willing to take, all for the sake of pride.
With a nod from Sandy, the girls took off, flying down the ramps and grinding along the rails. Jane was quick and agile, her pink-streaked hair whipping around her face as she pulled off trick after trick. Sandy, meanwhile, was slower but more methodical, her focus never wavering as she landed each move perfectly.
As the contest wore on, the tension between the girls grew thicker. Each trick became more daring, each move more calculated. The stakes were high, and neither girl was willing to give up.
Finally, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Sandy landed a move that left Jane gasping. It was a risky move, one that could have gone terribly wrong, but Sandy had pulled it off flawlessly.
Jane could feel the weight of defeat settling in her chest. She had lost the bet, and now she would have to wear that humiliating outfit to class. But as she looked over at Sandy, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. She had lost to her friend, but it was a fair contest, and they had pushed each other to their limits.
With a smile, Jane held out her hand to Sandy. “You win, fair and square. Congratulations.”
Sandy took her hand, a grin spreading across her face. “Thanks, Jane. You put up a good fight.”
As they packed up their skateboards and headed out of the park, Jane couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Sandy. They may have been rivals, but they were also old friends, and they had pushed each other to be the best they could be. And in the end, that was all that mattered.
Write about a girl sneaking into a college at night, wandering the halls nervously. She was tasked to find 3 things. Focus on the fear of being caught and a guy she likes almost catches her.
It was well past midnight when Sarah slipped into the deserted halls of the college. She had been tasked with finding three things that would help her advance in her studies, but the school was closed, and she had to sneak in after hours. She had planned the heist meticulously, and yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of nervousness that ran through her.
The halls were dark and silent, and the only sound was the soft padding of Sarah’s sneakers on the linoleum floor. Every creak and groan of the building made her heart race, and she couldn’t shake the fear that someone might catch her.
As she made her way through the maze of classrooms and offices, she finally found the room she was looking for. She slipped inside and began to search through the cabinets and drawers. Her hands shook as she pulled out textbooks and notes, searching for the items on her list.
Suddenly, a door slammed shut somewhere down the hall, and Sarah froze. She held her breath, listening intently for any sounds that might indicate that someone was coming. The seconds ticked by, and she waited in agonizing silence, her heart pounding in her chest.
Just as she was about to give up hope, she heard footsteps approaching. They were slow and deliberate, and Sarah knew that she had to act fast. She darted into a nearby closet, pulling the door shut behind her, and held her breath once again.
The footsteps drew closer and closer, until they stopped just outside the closet door. Sarah could feel her heart beating so hard it seemed like it might burst from her chest. She was sure that she had been caught.
But just as she was about to give up, the footsteps receded, and the door opened and closed again. The stranger had moved on, and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief.
As she continued her search, Sarah couldn’t help but wonder who the stranger was. She was so focused on finding the items on her list that she hadn’t even considered the possibility of being caught by someone she knew.
But just as she was making her way to the last item on her list, the door opened once again, and she froze in fear. This time, it was the guy she had been crushing on for months. He was a student like her, but he had always seemed so far out of her league.
“Sarah?” he called out, his voice echoing through the hall.
Sarah’s heart leapt into her throat, and she quickly shoved the item in her backpack, zipping it up as quietly as she could.
“Hey,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What are you doing here?”
The guy looked surprised to see her. “I was just finishing up some work. What about you?”
Sarah felt her face flush with embarrassment as she struggled to come up with a convincing excuse. “I just needed to grab some notes for a project. Late-night cramming, you know?”
The guy nodded, but Sarah could tell that he was suspicious. She could feel his eyes on her as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed for the door.
“See you later,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
As she walked down the hall, Sarah couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame. She had been caught, almost caught, and now she had to face the guy she liked. But as she stepped out into the cool night air, she realized that she had also achieved her goal. She had found the three things she needed to move forward in her studies, and she had done it despite her fear of getting caught. And that was something to be proud of.
Rewrite that last paragraph making it less of a conclusion and more of a cliffhanger.
As Sarah stepped out into the cool night air, relief washed over her. She had found the three things she needed to move forward in her studies, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The guy she liked had almost caught her, and she didn’t know how she would face him again. As she walked away from the college, she couldn’t help but wonder what other dangers lay ahead on her quest for success.