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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

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!

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Anonymous 14/11/14(Fri)05:21 No. 22795 ID: a5af73

Update: I have not found the story anywhere, but it seems it was based (plagiarized, even) off of a novel called "Hot Nights, Cool Dragons," except with gay sisters. Still very curious to see if anyone knows anything else about it.
Any help is still greatly appreciated.

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

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

The Greenvale Fraternity Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:16 No. 22839 ID: 249c7e [Reply]

Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

My name is Jacqueline Madison Gibson or Jax for short, I was raised in a loving family with my older sister Vanessa. My parents have both now passed away but I have always kept in touch with my sister.

I fell in love with a guy when I was 25 years old and we were together for 12 years, we got engaged but never got married. We split up after I found out that he had been having affairs with other women, he left me for a 26 year old who he had been seeing from work.
He also left me in debt and I had to sell our house and my car and other things to cover it.

So at 37 and with nowhere else to go I moved to live with my sister.
Vanessa (Van for short) is 3 years my senior, we are very similar in looks, both of us are about 5 feet 5 inches tall we both have dark brown hair that some times looks black and we both share the same deep brown eye color. We both take after our mother and neither of us has ever been slim, but we are not fat either, we call ourselves curvy lol. At the time I was just over 200 pounds and had been on a diet for what seemed like forever.

Vanessa is married to a really smart guy called Rod who works in scientific research and they have a son Peter (Pete) who is now 15 years old. They own a really nice house just outside of a small town in a nice quiet area.

Moving in wasn’t a problem as their house had a guest room with adjoining bath above the garage, I even had another small room in which I could store what was left of my stuff.

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Jacqueline+Madison+Gibson+(Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:29 No. 22855 ID: 249c7e

Peter brought me a cup of coffee up from the kitchen the following morning. I think he realised I was to exhausted from the night before to have our usual morning fuck. He kissed me goodbye and then went off to school.
This is by no means an end to my story, oh no. This was no wham bam thank you mam, as they say boys will be boys and now that Tom and Judo had a taste for it I knew they would be back for more.
I got myself up and showered and dressed. I had some breakfast and then walked over to Patty’s house, I could have driven over but it was a fine day and I felt good, reinvigorated I suppose.
As usual Patty had made fresh coffee for us both when I got there and she had been baking and her cookies were delicious.
She commented on how well I looked, in fact she said I looked like the cat who had got the cream.
‘I certainly got the cream’ I thought to myself and giggled a little.

I should explain that Patty’s house is immaculate, she doesn’t really need a cleaner I think she just likes having company and someone to talk to. Her husband is an archaeologist and so he was away from home in remote parts of the world sometimes for months at a time and as she had no children of her own and no other family close by I think she had taken me under her wing and was trying to look out for me.
As for appearance we couldn’t be more opposite, she is blond and blue eyed, taller than me but with smaller breasts and wider hips and even thought she is five years my senior she is in very good shape and a very good looking woman.
I helped her with a few chores after we had finished our coffee and before I left for home she remarked again how happy I seemed to be and that she was glad to see me smiling at last.

I walked home daydreaming again about the night before and good it had all felt. There hadn’t been any stress or tension between the four of us, we had just gone into my room and done it and everyone had enjoyed themselves, especially me.
I arrived home and tidied the house a little and changed the sheets on my bed as they were still damp from the exploits of the night before.
Peter arrived home from school and we sat at the table and ate our dinner and chatted.
I was happy to hear that both Tom and Judo had sought him out at school and thanked him again and again. Peter told me that they both sent their love to me which made me feel happy and warm inside.
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Jacqueline+Madison+Gibson+(Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:29 No. 22856 ID: 249c7e

Friday. . . Sleepover.

Peter and I fucked in the morning before he went of to school, a precursor to what I knew was coming later on that day. Again the day seemed to fly by while I waited in anticipation.
I had made dinner again for the four of us and bang on 4.30 Peter, Judo and Tom came in through the front door. After removing their shoes they came into the kitchen and I got a hug and a kiss off each of them in turn which was lovely.
We ate our meal and the boys told me about their day at school, Peter told me that one of the boys who had used to bully him had actually come over to him and apologised, so at least being in the GVF was helping my nephew.

‘Ok guys’ I said and the boys quietened down to hear me speak ‘There is just one thing we need to get straight before we begin’.
Judo, Tom and Peter looked at me in silence.
‘From now on I want you all to call me Jax, ok, just Jax. Not Miss Gibson, not Aunty’ I smiled at Peter when I said this and all three boys laughed ‘Just Jax, are we straight on that’.
‘Yeah, sure, cool’ was my answer from all three.
‘Ok’ I said, ‘same drill as last time, you boys do the dishes and tidy while I go to my room and get ready‘. And with that I left them.

I had been thinking about this all day and although I had been frightened last time, this time I was going to put on some sexy underwear and I just hoped that the boys wouldn’t laugh at me like my ex had done.
I put on my black and purple corset that zips up and the front, it is mostly black with some shiny silky purple panels in it down the front and under the cup of each breast, it also has four black ribbon attachments on the bottom so I can wear it with stockings.
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Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 14/11/28(Fri)20:46 No. 22884 ID: d0872d

Peter and I went to church on the Sunday, to keep up appearances if nothing else. We stopped at the store on the way home just to get a few things. We saw Tom and his Mom across the road and Peter and Tom waved at each other. I smiled and waved at Toms mother and she did the same in reply to me, would she have been so nice is she had known that only the day before her son had been fucking me and I had let him cum inside me?.

My sister called that afternoon and we chatted for maybe a half hour and then she spoke to Peter for maybe another half hour, asking him if he was being good for me, if only she knew I thought.
It was soon Monday morning and Peter was off to school after his early morning sex session with me, it was now a regular thing. A 6am alarm would wake us both and then we would fuck for up to an hour before we both got out of my bed and got ready for the day.
I said goodbye to Peter and busied myself around the house, I stopped for a break about mid morning and while I was making another pot of coffee the doorbell rang.

I went to the door and opened it to find Judo standing there.
‘Hi Jax, can I come in?’
I had a quick look around to see if anyone else was around and then quickly ushered him inside.
‘What are you doing here’ I asked as Judo took his shoes off.
‘I just came by because I need to talk to you about something’
‘How come your not in school?’
‘Got the morning off this morning, going in after lunch though’
‘Ok, come through’ I said leading the way into the living room.

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It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.

* * * * *

"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Anonymous 14/11/26(Wed)21:12 No. 22873 ID: 92b8d1


I know this has only just started, but already I can see the concept has huge potential. I'm really looking forward to future installments and seeing where you go with it

Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 14/11/28(Fri)18:55 No. 22882 ID: 653aef


Thank you so much for your support. I'm just dropping in not just to say thanks, but to let everyone know I'm not dead, give an update, and to ask for your help. Oh, and to try out a secure tripcode, lets see if it works!

First of all, yes, I am alive. No I'm not wandering in some post-apocalyptic wasteland or whatever some ***other*** authors say. It's simply a combination of real life bullshit on top of wicked writer's block. I have been inspired, though, and I think you'll like it.

I have another chapter half-written, but I'm probably going to junk it or at least edit it a lot because of a new direction I think I'm taking. I have a general idea of how this episode is going to go. And, to clarify my terminology, an episode contains multiple chapters. At least that's how I'm going to categorize things from here on out, meaning that the first post is E01.CH01 so to speak. I also have a really awesome idea for a second episode, so I'm really looking forward to writing the next few installments.

Last on the agenda, my questions to you! I'll list them in no particular order.
1. Do you have any music suggestions? Music is big for me, I neeeed it. I'm currently listening to the soundtrack from the video game Last Of Us on repeat, but I could use some more tunes. Please post some suggestions, something along the lines of this Apocalyptic Zombie Movie theme. And it would be even better if you post a link to a respectable torrent website. That would be much appreciated!
2. Plot suggestions? I am open to your ideas and would love to talk one on one about different suggestions you have! I've made my email available so that we don't spoil anything down in the comments. If you include the words "7chan" or "elit" in your subject I'll be sure to reply to you... but probably not too promptly. I'll do my best to check it regularly.
3. What are your thoughts on alternate chapters from the perspective of our young heroine? I've been bandying this idea around in my head... the pro is that it would allow me to really flesh out the story and deepen its impact, the con is that I was never a pre-teen girl so I have a big limitation in how authentic I can make it seem. If you want me to try, I can give it a try, but I'm a bit hesitant.
4. Do you want to appear in my story? Again, use my email, it's better to have this kind of conversation one on one. But, if you send me a character, I could incorporate him/her should the chance arise in the course of my writing. *Send me a character?* you may be thinking. Well, let me explain. Simply send me an email deta Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 14/11/28(Fri)19:34 No. 22883 ID: 653aef

Oh yeah. Shout out to Uncle Rick. Dude, your shit is the bomb. If I had one email from this post I would wish it would be you, it would be awesome to bounce ideas off you and get your opinion. Just sayin'. Hi.

Ok. Back to work.

Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."


I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 14/11/20(Thu)01:57 No. 22829 ID: 5c6016


That's not really recent at all. Obviously any AnonyMPC fan has already read that and wants more...

rin!y7chl82msE 14/11/28(Fri)11:02 No. 22879 ID: a35764

I've got to say, I enjoy what I'm reading. Yes, the implant us a bit of a stretch, but this fiction after all, so I'd assume suspension of disbelief is necessary.

My only advice to give doesn't have much to do with your writing [more qualified people have spoken on that subject] more so the other content. As someone else eluded to, the peanut gallery is pretty distracting. Instead of feeding the trolls, just don't respond and move on. But that's my two cents.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

Evil Empire 14/11/28(Fri)18:24 No. 22881 ID: 38de42

The only answer that makes sense is Eve or Eve and Ella working together. The idea of a complete stranger somehow learning about where drugs are kept, sneaking cameras into the house and getting some sort of device into Eve without anyone noticing is stupid beyond words.

Accidental Motherfucker Evil+Empire 14/11/28(Fri)12:39 No. 22880 ID: 38de42 [Reply]

Accidental Motherfucker

(futa on female, teen, incest (daughterxmother), shower masturbation

Jerking off in the shower is almost always an exercise in frustration for me. Even while I'm fapping away there's an invisible clock in the back of my head ticking away the seconds until either I run out of hot water or Mom busts into the bathroom to yell at me for using up said hot water. On top of that, for me standing up while jerking my cock isn't the most comfortable position, it's much easier to spank out a load sitting or lying down. But mostly it's that fucking clock in the back of my head counting down the seconds that makes jerking off in the shower so damn har-er, difficult.

Given a choice I'd much rather toss a load off in my bedroom and I usually do when given the opportunity. That is, when my little sister isn't home or is otherwise occupied with something that keeps out of our bedroom. Yeah, I share my bedroom with my sister. How much does that absolutely blow?

Anyway, to get to the point, my sister was home and I was furiously beating off in the shower. I stroked my well-soaped cock with my right hand while clutching a bar of soap in my left in case my cock needed a re-soaping.

I was in the zone, or nearly so. I could feel that familiar and welcome pressure at the back of my cock and I knew that soon I would reach the point of no return. I was fantasizing about the girls in my gym class. Or more specifically, fantasizing about fucking them all in the girl's locker room. I pictured them all naked and lined up; faces pressed to the cold concrete floor with their smooth round asses up in the air for my inspection.

As my fantasy-self lined up behind a pretty blonde whom I hated I groaned and tilted my head back. I was so close! The thought of hate-fucking that little bitch was driving me closer to the edge and I pushed my body into a taut arc, standing up on my tippy-toes in anticipation of my long-awaited cum.
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One Little Thing spiderfiend 14/11/27(Thu)04:13 No. 22875 ID: d09574 [Reply]

Word count:23494 sci-fi Loli.
this is one of my best stories as far as i'm concerned. i mostly write for my own enjoyment. but i would like to know what you think.

The Kranston corporation (henceforth to be known as the company) spans over twenty human occupied worlds as well has has holdings in sixty-seven different star systems. It employes over ten and a half billion humans making it the ninth largest industrial corporation in the known of current humanity.
It owns ships the size of small contents that could disrupt the gravitational field of planets and smash them down and processed into refined metals and rare materials. Most of the ships had their keels laid at the lunar ship-works in the Sol system. This is the story of one of those ships.

* * * * * *

The file had been hidden, it was lost in a subroutine in the back-log system and would not be returned to it's proper folder until it was to late. She looked it over and frowned. A lot of the information was redundant but parts of it stood out.

[ Employee number 63569642c Kyle Frergenski, currently stationed on I.S.S. Valentine in high orbit over Kerkoff 5 (a beautiful green gas giant). Age:19 Sex:Male. Currently serving three years of his ten year contract. Up for review in six mounts. ]

*** executive note, that little shit will never be allowed to advance. I want him kept on that ship until his term is up then I want him stripped of his retirement and all benefits. I want him to never be able to get a job again. Vistal Maximus ***
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rin!y7chl82msE 14/11/28(Fri)10:41 No. 22878 ID: a35764

So far, pretty good, though I can think of a couple things that could use some fine tuning. Of course this is my opinion. Also, full disclosure, I haven't totally finished reading yet.

First, I think you have way too much going on. There's too much exposition on some things, while not enough on the others. An example that comes to mind is locations. I'm having some trouble picturing where some of this is taking place, while on the same side of the coin I feel like I know way too much of the characters, as if there's no mystery left.

Stick with it, though. You clearly have a world you've crafted, and with some work it can be even more.

Like I said, though, I haven't completely finished reading yet. Figured I'd just drop a note

The Visitors David Ander 14/06/02(Mon)06:48 No. 21869 ID: 917657 [Reply]

The Following is a long story, and it will take a while to get to the wank-worthy bits.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016 2:04 PM
All Nippon Airways flight 7609
37,200 feet over the Atlantic Ocean

First Officer Alan Santos had just finished making his final check in with air traffic control in the United States airspace. He sighed to himself. “Four hours down 9 hours to go.” The act of the transatlantic flight had become rather mundane; with the advent of modern technology. Now pilots and copilots merely watched electronic screens adjusted dials and mainly allow the computer to do its work. Manual control only needed to be used in very rare emergency situations, and the occasional difficult takeoff or landing; The pilot’s job now seemed more to be keeping an eye on the computers More than actually flying the plane .
But thoughts like this exist in almost every line of work, and did little to make the time go by faster. It had been awhile since He had last flown with Captain Luke Cameron and he had not had a good time to catch up. He turned to open a conversation just a small light winked on his display. The master caution light shone a menacing a red as a prerecorded voice blared over the internal cockpit speakers. “Terrain, terrain, terrain.” His eyes immediately snapped the window as his hands reached the yoke. His body tensed, prepared to wrench the aircraft away from…what, he wondered. The Atlantic Ocean had no terrain to speak of, it was an ocean.
As he peered out of the windows, the aforementioned ocean appeared exactly where he expected, well below them a sparkling blue-black. Ahead, below and all around the aircraft nothing could be seen to trigger the warning.
“What the hell?” Growled Luke, his southern accent and years of smoking flavoring his voice. Allen spoke up, “Looks like another one for the boys at home to take a look at.” “The damn things only a year old, we shouldn’t be having these problems.” Luke said, easing back into his chair.
Alan silenced the alarm.
He was right of course; modern commercial aircraft were built or more accurately overbuilt for exactly what they really were used for. All Nippon Ariways had been the first to purchase the Dreamliner; arguably the most advanced plane in use commercially. Millions spent on R&D and testing; and another almost un-fathomable amount spent on producing the beast and they still had kinks to work out. Not that they would ever tell the public this. Already people had an unfounded fear of air travel, and took even the simplest of bumps, errors or problems sent the community at large into a tizzy.
People drove on bald tires, with error lights, and other little problems in their cars all the time. Some even got into accidents, but rarely did you see the kind of fervor the airline industry saw after MH370, the 777 lost in 2014. Hell, there were even loons talking about TWA 800 Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/10/06(Mon)19:30 No. 22538 ID: 2b3fc6

I really enjoyed this. Definitely will be checking back to see how this has progressed.

Anonymous 14/11/03(Mon)06:13 No. 22729 ID: 2b3fc6

Are you dead OP?

Anonymous 14/11/28(Fri)07:09 No. 22877 ID: 2b3fc6

Please come back OP

My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
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Anonymous 14/11/20(Thu)12:26 No. 22833 ID: 52c0ad

Excellent, certainly a good read. Thanks for sharing

Anonymous 14/11/24(Mon)02:34 No. 22866 ID: 8afae3

indeed a good reading.
thanks for sharing

The+Other+Rick 14/11/26(Wed)16:46 No. 22872 ID: 4e2dc8

That is honestly book-worthy. I mean yeah, it has spelling errors, but honestly, this story is awesomely laid out, and with little change and some elongation, it really could be a book. Thank you op.

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 14/11/18(Tue)06:08 No. 22810 ID: 92b8d1

I meant 'groove' of course

Anonymous 14/11/19(Wed)00:07 No. 22815 ID: 5b0f17

If only the wasteland had mutant lolis, you might think of ideas for writing.

Anonymous 14/11/26(Wed)10:01 No. 22871 ID: 726b8f

interesting OP

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