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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

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READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

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Adios,
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I Hate My Sister Anonymous 18/09/22(Sat)17:24 No. 25792 ID: 34714a [Reply]

If there’s anything in life that has any sort of permanence for the average person, it’s their family. Who you grow up with, who you share most of your life with, who’s there for you when life is at its most difficult; your family is always the first to come to mind. Unfortunately, for a particular 9-year old boy, family was just another source of stress and his budding self-hatred. Jessie Cooper stepped out into the brisk late-Autumn afternoon breeze, clutching the hem of his tattered old jacket as he surveyed the surrounding area. The schoolyard was completely empty at this point, as school technically ended over 2 hours ago. The young child had fostered a routine; every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday he’d stay after school and perform his assigned duties, which usually involved cleaning out desks or clearing the chalkboard after class was finished. Of course, this usually only took around 20 minutes, the rest of his time was spent in the 2nd story boy’s bathroom reading in an empty stall while he waited for the custodian to make his daily rounds. Jessie despised leaving school on schedule, as it usually involved running into (and subsequently walking home with) his sister Alice.
If there was anyone in Jessie’s life that he could safely and definitively say he hated, it was his sister. She embodied every sickly-sweet, passive-aggressive, and utterly hate-filled feeling one could possibly harbor for another human being, and most of that genuine hate was directed at her younger sibling. Alice was 16, though she easily passed for 20, and somehow wore a near-permanent cocky smirk that occasionally morphed into an almost haunting scowl during her…episodes, as Jessie had taken to calling them. Her long auburn hair mimicked Jessie’s own natural color, spilling over her shoulders and flowing down to the small of her back, though despite her innocuous (and arguably beautiful, not that Jessie would ever admit it aloud) appearance, she was truly awful in most every way imaginable. The young child kept his head low as he swung wide around the parking lot situated to the east of the schoolyard, trying his hardest to avoid being noticed (an impossible task given how barren the rest of the surrounding area was). He hoped that one of the teachers would do their job and make sure that no strange individuals were lingering in the schoolyard before heading home for the day; it made getting home without being spotted much easier. Unfortunately, today just wasn’t his day.
“Hey Jess, you’re pretty late.”
Jessie jumped, quickly turning and staring at (or rather past) the young woman looming over him, that trademark smirk plastered on her face. “I’ve been out here waiting for you for almost an hour, y’know you’re not supposed to be staying after today,” Alice said sweetly, placing a gloved hand on the boy’s shoulder. Jessie continued to stare past the girl, a look of sheer contempt glued to his scarf-concealed coun Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/09/24(Mon)03:01 No. 25794 ID: 8d1966

Nice. Hopefully there’s more?




Lets Hold Hands Anonymous 16/12/31(Sat)08:54 No. 24859 ID: 375e0d [Reply]

Tags: incest, M(17)g(11), kinda vanilla other than maybe a trap showing up later maybe

I want more stories where incest hook ups are more deliberate as opposed to "Caught ya naked/masturbating, let's fug." So I tried this out. I set the girl's age at 11, but the way I wrote her dialogue might be more appropriate for like 14 or something. Who knows? I'm new at this and am desperate for feedback

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Everyone's heard the expression of wells running dry, right? What I did was more like filling the whole damn thing up with rocks, or poison. Had no one else to blame but myself, too. Really, man. I didn't realize how lucky I was till after I fucked everything up. I mean, I ended up finding a new well, so to speak, and honestly the set up I've got now is waaayy better. But anyway, I guess I'll start from the beginning, right?

I'm a junior at Cadia Christian Academy high school, and holy shit the girls here are fucking heavenly. Wow, why can't I be witty like that for English class? Anyway, way more often than not the girls are either hot, gorgeous, beautiful, or a combination of all of the above with some cute and adorable sprinkled in. Also, what they say about Christian girls being sluts? True. But, like. They're complicated and contradictory sluts. That's exactly why I'm in this situation in the first place. Wait, was I supposed to tell you more about me before getting to that part?

People sometimes kinda poke fun at me for being the quintessential jock type. I'm not the star quarterback, but I'm tall (6'2"), and I for sure have gains (220 pounds, like 17% body fat or something last I checked). You kinda gotta be big to be a linebacker, you know? I'm not afraid to admit I'm not the smartest dude, either. It took so much God damn effort to get a C in chemistry. And algebra. And history and english and... you get the idea. I'm lucky and grateful for my genetics, though- big and fit, brown hair and blue eyes, and I guess kinda charming? Mainly I just know how to play to my strengths without freaking out when I talk to girls. That's what worked on dozens of Cadia Christian Academy girls, so I'll take it.

I've got a raging libido, so it was pretty damn great that so many girls at CCA were down to fuck or mess around. The key was discretion, mostly. That, and paying attention. It's important for keeping up appearances. Like, say last week I was talking to Esther, this smoking senior girl. On the surface we talked about bible verses and Godly living, mainly so our beloved puritanical teachers and staff wouldn't be suspicious. But, when we started making eyes at eachother, there was a different context completely. At that point, all she had to do was mention how her parents go to bible study wedensday nights, but she st Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/08/09(Wed)19:25 No. 25118 ID: c18026

please update this


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Anonymous 17/12/17(Sun)03:45 No. 25229 ID: bbe66b

First of all, this is great. Really nice, I hope for more.

>>24891
These elusive "low story, nothing but sex" that everyone seems to complain about that don't actually exist anywhere.

That stuff was all over the place, but laws caught up. You're also looking in the wrong places apparently.

Try https://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Old_Joe's_Collection/

Plenty of genres to try.


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Anonymous 18/09/24(Mon)02:53 No. 25793 ID: 5ad370

I’m deeply & personally offended that OP still hasn’t written any more.




Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 18/08/20(Mon)04:30 No. 25755 ID: 56b278

>>25748
As someone who has read this since the beginning and check back at least once a week, welcome to the club. The waits can be long but OP has never failed us thus far.


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OP!T1tXaJv9os 18/09/17(Mon)06:40 No. 25788 ID: 2f48ee

>>25753

Busy with life, but the next chapter is coming along nicely.


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Anonymous 18/09/22(Sat)04:40 No. 25791 ID: 9d56f7

>>25788
cant wait to read it!




The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25463 ID: f6cfe8

nice


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Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)14:16 No. 25464 ID: f6cfe8

nice


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Pools of Needs Skibby 18/09/21(Fri)19:55 No. 25790 ID: 6f65b8

I slid slow off my pool noodle and felt it grind against the fabric of my bikini bottom buoyantly and I almost yelped. Something had started happening to me while I wasn't paying attention. A pressure on the floor of my pelvis. An arousal that stimulated inward instead of outward like I was accustomed to. I wanted time to process this so I could move forward, but Kevin scooped me up with one hand behind my knees and another behind my shoulders.

I had no choice but to surrender to the moment.

He had me floating close against his chest.

"Just breathe deep and slow" he said, keeping my ears out of the water. I smiled, blushing I'm sure. My hair was floating around my shoulders.

He carefully lowered me and if I kept myself calm and semi-straight I seemed to bob with my face just above the surface. I looked at him and giggled.

"It works if I keep moving a little" I said, my voice muffled to my submerged ears. He nodded and his hands brushed against my back and thighs, hovering just below me.

I closed my eyes, knowing he was looking at me now, free to observe.

His hand moved from my shoulders to my mid back, the other slide up the back of my thigh cautiously. The pressure was growing now, hitting in waves. I had to fight to keep my face calm, from displaying the turmoil happening inside me.
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A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Dee 18/08/27(Mon)18:05 No. 25764 ID: b02fea

Part XII

Jets of steaming hot water splashed over James’ face. He ran his hands back over his head spreading water over his long blond hair. His eyes closed, he rubbed a bar of soap over his body from his small shoulders down his sides to his wide girlish hips. He let the bar slide over his ass cheeks and down his thighs, washing away the marker ink from the night before. He paused for a moment at an odd bruise on his right butt cheek that he didn’t remember having before. He poked it gently and it pulsed out a dull pain. Where had it come from? It felt like a bruise you would get after having a shot, but James hadn’t been to the doctor in months.

Shrugging at the mysterious bruise James rinsed his body then turned his attention to his hair, shampooing and conditioning it with care. As he returned the conditioner to the shower shelf he notices a pink razor laying there and looked down at the stubble forming on his crotch and legs. He grabbed the razor and ran it up from his ankles over his calves and thighs. He then went to work on his crotch and balls, gently shaving himself smooth. Finally he spread his ass cheeks and took extra care to remove every hint of hair from his crack.

James returned the razor to its holder and turned the knobs on the shower cutting off the flow of steamy water. He reached out of the shower stall and grabbed a fluffy blue towel from the rack. He began mopping up water from his body as he stepped out of the shower.

“How’re you feeling?” Julie asked smiling as she sat on the toilet.

“Ah, Jesus,” James said jumping at the sound of her voice. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Sorry had to use the toilet,” Julie said. “My head is killing me. I had way too many Jello shots.”

“Yeah, mine too,” James said wrapping the towel around his waist. “I don’t think I ever want to drink again.”
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Anonymous 18/09/04(Tue)11:45 No. 25774 ID: e52cc8

holy shit thank you
please keep posting more


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Hope ther is more to come Anonymous 18/09/19(Wed)02:55 No. 25789 ID: 557069

Happy to see another chapter




A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!


A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]




Chapter 1: Man Up


“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 17/12/17(Sun)19:32 No. 25230 ID: 37426e

Whoa, this is still on the front page?


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Anson Anson 17/12/19(Tue)14:05 No. 25237 ID: bf01da

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What Happened? Gamer 18/09/16(Sun)05:15 No. 25785 ID: 17d734

So, it's been over four and a half years since my last update. I know people really liked this story, so I'm sorry I've let you all down.

I've sat down and attempted to go on with the next chapter about half a dozen times on and off over the years. I may get about halfway through the chapter before I run out of steam or ideas. Typically re-reading what I had written left me cringing or unhappy, and it would go deleted while I brainstorm and attempt to write again.

I did have a direction and even an ending in mind. I've just had the hardest time getting there, and I've grown very unhappy with myself when it comes to my writing for this story. If you'd like, if any of you would like to continue the story, you may; alternatively, I can state how I wanted it to continue and end, for anyone that was interested.

Again, nearly half a decade too late, I'm incredibly sorry guys.




Young Summer The+Bard 18/07/22(Sun)18:31 No. 25716 ID: 5f9f68 [Reply]

Hey guys. I know I've been absent for a while now that I'm working on an actual book. For some reason my idea of writing Breaking Nancy isn't going so well. I just can't find the inspiration to write it. I have been tooling around with this story for fun when I need a break from writing an actual novel, but I know you guys will appreciate it.

Young Summer is about a twelve year old girl's first summer romance with the boy she always has a crush on. Unlike my other story this one is not pre-planned and will not be updated like the first one.

(Tags: HEA, Romance, Loli and wherever else this will go. Tags are for suckers anyway.)


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The+Bard 18/09/09(Sun)05:49 No. 25776 ID: dc44d1

>>25772
Sorry about that. I got a little sick (if you call Viral Pneumonia causing a hospital stay a little sick). The vile spawn of plague rats I call my nephews are now banned from the house until such time as proper quarantine techniques can be implemented.

Look for an update in a few days.


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The+Bard 18/09/12(Wed)21:58 No. 25778 ID: 5f9304

Update: Saturday is the next chapter release. After that you are probably looking at a few months while I finish my first book.


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The+Bard 18/09/15(Sat)18:48 No. 25784 ID: e80130

(Jack)

I barely could keep my eyes from looking over Gina. She was my best friend, but now I feel things that I can’t quite explain. She grew curves and looked softer than I remember. Her budding breasts drew my eye as she chased me into the water.

The cool water was refreshing as I dove in. The dark brown, murky water rushed around me as I took a few strokes, popping out of the water and I relaxed into a languid float. After the last year, I didn’t want to think about anything but the peace that swimming, and maybe my newfound confusion in Gina, instilled into me.

My mind and stomach pulled me in two different ways. I spent the last two years fulfilling all the dreams my father had for me. He wanted me to wrestle, so I joined the team in my high school, even though Freshmen never get in. He wanted me to win, so I spent every spare moment that I didn’t use studying to make sure I was on the Honor Roll, working out in the gym so that I was the strongest on the team. I focused every ounce of my energy to make my father proud of me.

Too bad I was starting to realize that perfection in everything is an impossible task, and my father would only be proud of perfection. I win my match, and I could have won it better. I am the top of my class, but I should be the top of my school. Nothing will ever be good enough, but I try anyway because that is what a good son has to do.

“Hey, space cadet!” A splash of cold water crashed down on me, as the deep honey eyes of the only thing on Earth that could distract me from my overbearing father glowed in the afternoon sun. She looked like an angel. “You gonna swim or ignore me?”

“I was just gonna ignore you-” a second splash of water shot at me but I ducked out of the way. “Oh, you’re dead.”

I lunged at Gina, but she squealed and spun out of the way, shooting into the water and swimming with all her might into deeper water. I gave chase and it was all I could do to keep up with her. There was no way I could lose to her in anything physical and yet she started pulling away from me. Yes, she was skinny, but there wasn’t anything about her that screamed athletic.
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A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 18/07/11(Wed)08:46 No. 25696 ID: a8acda

Don't know if anyone's tried recently, but this place still seems to work:

https://www.asstr.org/~LS/authors/ppp.html

Did anyone think it didn't?


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Anonymous 18/07/12(Thu)00:00 No. 25697 ID: 195061

>>25696
It works, but it's not updated anymore. Still it's a good archive of old stories.


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Anonymous 18/09/14(Fri)18:29 No. 25780 ID: 3ef2d8

>>11389




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