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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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Bkil 15/10/04(Sun)06:42 No. 23887 ID: 7b45db

I don't see it using, Uncle Rick site:7chan.org, in a Google Search. I wonder if it fell off the board. If Uncle Rick/Univited is around maybe they can repost the story. I've taken to saving the stories I like to my computer to prevent any issues with a site going down or losing data.

Considering the quality of the stories here it would be nice if the board could be unlimited or something. At that point an account on ASSTR or similar sites like Storiesonline would be a good idea for individual authors though too.

Case in point about saving stories, Guardian is the last thread on this board on page 13 so it will be the next to fall off the board when someone posts something new. I liked that story a good bit but no new updates to the story have happened since February 20th 2014.

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.

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 15/09/26(Sat)15:53 No. 23866 ID: 400bda


T'was a joke. OP is obviously not a mint alt as he doesn't have anger issues towards people on internet forums

RinFuuma 15/10/04(Sun)04:05 No. 23886 ID: f8eaeb

Seriously can't wait to see more of this. I am loving this story so much please finish it OP! :) Hope to see more of it soon!

Anonymous 15/10/04(Sun)09:09 No. 23888 ID: c5b224

I'm honestly not expecting any updates. Does anyone know anything similar to this story?

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.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 15/02/23(Mon)05:42 No. 23311 ID: 2b658d

brilliant stuff

Anonymous 15/02/28(Sat)23:27 No. 23333 ID: 5db6d8

For anybody who wants to read Nicholas' story easier. Somebody reposted his stories here http://fetstories.com/author/Nicholas-Fellheimer/

help!?!?!?!? Anonymous 15/09/28(Mon)13:06 No. 23872 ID: 2c5288

So I admit I was not bright in this but I never saved the pics that sparrow and the other awesome artist did for him...please help.

Window Dressings Anonymous 15/07/23(Thu)08:08 No. 23760 ID: d4d7a3 [Reply]

I had known Shannon for nearly her entire life. Her parents moved into the house next door when I was beginning middle school; she was just barely a toddler at the time. My family was the neighborly type, so we had dinner parties with Shannon and her parents rather frequently. As a kid, I'd play with her and try to entertain her with silly stunts for her amusement. I'd say we developed a pretty strong bond early on. Being that we were both only childs, we had a quasi brother-sister relationship. When she had turned five, for her birthday, her parents paid me to build her a playhouse in their backyard. At her party, when I finally unveiled the little pink house I'd spent many an afternoon making for her, she screamed with disarmingly cute, unbridled joy that could only come from a child. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she ran up to hug me with all her might. At that moment, she truly became sister. I realized I loved her, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she loved me, too.

Sadly, over the years we began to slowly drift apart. I was getting too old to keep playing with the little girl next door; I had friends to hang out with, a car to abuse, and ever-increasing responsibilities. Shannon herself began to live her own life as well. She grew into an adorable, charming young girl with so many friends. I still went to her birthday parties but we talked sparingly, and my gifts we never as good as the marvelous playhouse (which was still sitting in her backyard, albeit a little rundown.) The distance between us increased as the years went on. The last vestiges of our once unbreakable bond to each other finally disintegrated as I left for college. I didn't even say goodbye. Whenever I thought about it, I felt a small pang in my heart. I had lost my only sibling to the cruel, unyielding ravages of time.

Before I knew it, four years flew by and I was one of many jobless graduates living back at home with my parents. Shannon was thirteen by now but I hadn't seen her for four years; I realized I really didn't know her anymore. In my mind, she was still the adorable little girl who could effortlessly melt your heart with her charming demeanor. She probably still is, I thought as I updated my LinkedIn account in my upstairs bedroom. It was morning, and my first thoughts as I wake up these days are of my lack of employment. It went without saying that I needed a job. I craved the independent lifestyle I had so caustically led in college. Curious about Shannon, I walked over to my window which faced her house. For a few moments, I gazed around thinking about my memories of my long lost sister. Not much about her house had changed. I spotted the playhouse; it was looking pretty shabby. Specks of dirt crept up the walls and the pink paint was almost completely faded to white from the sun. I let out a shallow sigh and went downstairs to make myself breakfast.

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Anonymous 15/07/23(Thu)17:51 No. 23764 ID: 2f872d

more more more

IE 15/07/23(Thu)18:03 No. 23765 ID: f68fe3

i remember reading this a while back. can't believe i've been here long enough to see it get cut off the board.

but please, post more. i can't recall much about it, but this is definitely familiar.

Anonymous 15/10/02(Fri)13:26 No. 23883 ID: c468f7

More please. I really enjoyed this. Simple yet satisfying. Please post more.

Uninvited\UncleRick Listen to Tombs 14/12/07(Sun)07:06 No. 22915 ID: 7e9f2f [Reply]

Mg, noncon, violence

Due to unexpected circumstances, I am currently limited to my phone. Haven't done any extensive writing on my phone, and I made the mistake of trying to switch to a different program for the editing. Turns out I had to switch file formats, which had a number of unforseen odd effects. One of which was the way a random group of sentences in nearly every paragraph was repeated three times.

It was a real pain in the ass to get it back into even this good of shape, it was an enormous pain in the ass doing this on a touchscreen, I didn't really feel up to going over it again for a true editing pass, and I might have even missed quite a few formatting mistakes. Hope you still find some thing to tickle your fantasy.

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My payday was right were he said she'd be, shuffling along the dirt path with downcast eyes. I wondered what tiny troubles burdened her tender, young soul. I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl. It was always a prince they wanted, in my experience. E E Even the whores, and camp followers who were little better, would giggle and whisper behind their hands when the Prince Regent rode past. Didn't matter that he was balding with gap teeth and a weak chin, his clothes were silk and velvet, his chains were gold, and his long legged charger alone was worth more than I'd ever earned, begged, borrowed or stolen in my life.

Sorry little girl, he's not a prince, but you're still quite the lucky young girl. She was younger than I'd been lead to believe, in all honesty, but that was none of my business. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration.

I waited for her to come up the path a bit then jumped out, practically on top of her already, and gave her my best leer. She rabbit ed with a terrified shriek, and I gave chase, doing my best impression of Malcolm the Molester.

Malcolm had been a veteran by the time i joined, and had survived a number of engagements already, though he'd gone more than a little cracked. Back during the seige, when the only things to do were drill, drink, fight, and fuck, he'd choose fuck every time it was an option. When he wasn't fucking, he was talking about it. Almost never talked about anything else. It had become something of a company tradition to wait outside the whores' tent and cheer him on while he hurle Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/16(Tue)17:28 No. 23672 ID: f68fe3


I hear that.

Bkil 15/06/17(Wed)03:56 No. 23676 ID: 68e456

Thirded, I have high hopes for Tombs and Julea.

Great story Anonymous 15/10/02(Fri)02:27 No. 23882 ID: 86a905

Definately bumping. This story is awesome. Author could have abbreviated the sex into a pg13 version (inb4 no sex in pg13) and it still would have been a good read. It that's not why we come to elit

4 Days on the Road -- by Frequent Traveler 15/09/04(Fri)07:45 No. 23827 ID: e90ee8 [Reply]

This is something that took a bit. Of the 4 days, I will load the first 2 now and the next 2 at a later date. This is story is wishful thinking for me, but for some it may be true, therefore I must preface this story with the disclaimer that any similarities between this story, the people, the location, and the actions with actual real-world events are purely coincidental. (M/f consensual).

Four Days On The Road
Home: As my luck would have it, my job decided to move me across the country. We’ve known about it for a little while and had been planning on our travels across from California to The Heartland. My wife and I spent many days going through the kids’ clothes, toys, and of course… the garage. If there’s anything I have learned about garages, it’s that your cars don’t fit. Especially when you have four kids and they are all spoiled rotten brats. So we had to go through ALL of the boxes to throw away, donate, or sell some items. My wife, my oldest son and I all packed boxes for each room of the house. When it was finally time, I grabbed the rental truck, brought it home and we spent the entire day packing it. That evening, I took our RV to an RV park and got everything set up for the family. I would be making the cross-country trip alone to the storage unit. We hadn’t been able to secure housing for ourselves prior, so a storage unit for a month or so wouldn’t be too bad. Besides, we had an RV, we could live in that for a couple of months until we could buy a house. That evening, after a shower, I was happy to be in a bed. I slept hard.

Road Day 1: We got up, had breakfast, then I grabbed my little duffel bag. We went out to the van to drive to our old house so that I could pick up the rental truck. I hugged and kissed my wife and kids good-bye, got in the truck, and drove off – waving at my family as I left. The first day on the road was going to be rough. I-80 from California to the east becomes a huge expanse of nothing once you pass Reno. I knew this heading out because I had taken that road before while on an RV excursion. Nevada was going to prove to be very hot, very brown, very ugly and very boring. My hope is that both the a/c and the radio would be working. I made it through the winding Interstate highway of Tahoe National Forest and into Reno, NV. The sights and sounds of Reno don’t appeal to me and I kept trucking on. The a/c was working nicely, but the view sucked ass. A couple hours later, I was approaching Winnemucca and noticed I that I was at a quarter tank. Winnemucca would be the last main town until Wendover and I wasn’t looking forward to walking in the desert to a gas station, so I decided to pull in and get some gas. I grabbed some food and filled the tank and got back on the road. Well, it didn’t take but twenty minutes and all of a sudden, I had to use the bathroom. The small town of Valmy was up ahead and there were signs for res Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 15/09/29(Tue)08:14 No. 23874 ID: 2d87ac


Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)01:39 No. 23876 ID: 84aa5c

more, brilliant work

Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)23:01 No. 23881 ID: b039ba

Nice work so far

My Supernatural Brother Mint 13/06/11(Tue)04:57 No. 19149 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Summary: Sadie's brother has always been beyond normal, what with his ability to manipulate people's memories, feelings and thoughts with a simple touch and to have every pubescent girl to find him irresistible, but when Sadie's memories start going up missing, mysterious debts piling up and her brother getting involved in more and more shady business, can she find out what he's up to before they both end up paying the price?

Contains: anal, oral, pregnant, bondage, mind control, group sex, interracial, shota, M/F, F/F, M/F/F, M/F/F+, M/M, incest, uniform (as in, having sex in one), virgin, masturbation, toys, slavery, traps, and probably more I'm not thinking of.

(A/N: Yep, I'm back. I'm going to try and keep this one short. I think that was my problem with my other stories. I'm very busy so I don't know when I'll update this next, but it won't be like my frequent hiatuses. Also of note is that while this chapter is almost entirely under-aged girls, the entire story will not be that way. The brother will help some people with...odd requests. On with the show!)


Her name was Sadie Hendrix. Her parents died when she was young and she remembered them very little. She was instead raised by her older brother with money he got from...interesting sources. After their parents died he somehow got himself declared emancipated, an adult and her guardian. How could he have managed to do all of this so young? Well...he wasn’t what one would call a normal person.

Sadie’s alarm went off. She groaned and flopped around for several moments, trying to get up the strength to turn it off. When she finally did she still didn’t get up. She felt stiff and weak. She had woken up this way for quite some time now. She also had a fever that would go on and off. Suffice it to say she seemed to have a recurring illness that just wouldn’t go away. Her brother had taken her to the doctor to have her tested for a variety of things. The doctors stated that she probably just had a stubborn bug and be sure to get plenty of rest. Sadie groaned and got up from her bed. Whatever it was, she hoped it would soon be over. She stepped into her bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She had golden blonde hair and brown eyes. She also had freckles that dotted her face. Her body was also losing the stubbiness of being child and was beginning to elongate into a teenager. It made her look very mature for twelve years old. Right now however she was looking at her skin rather than her body. The paleness had seemingly faded from her cheeks and her eyes looked bright again. A week ago she almost looked like a ghost. Perhaps the doctor was right. She had a big night ahead of her. Every Friday her brother and she went to play laser tag. Lately, because of her illness, she hadn’t been able to. With all the wei Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 15/09/28(Mon)02:40 No. 23870 ID: d3f1e4


I don't know what the fuck I did other than suggest you post on another board, and wondered if you were already. There's plenty of other places besides from this and it would honestly be a shame for you to choose to stop writing altogether, rather than moving to a different community who will give you the feedback you want.

Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)17:42 No. 23879 ID: a8f95d


Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)23:00 No. 23880 ID: b039ba

> Mint tells us not to bump because he knows that will make people bump it more.

Mint is just a manipulative motherfucker who likes his story on the front page

Growing Pains Dede 14/01/23(Thu)21:39 No. 20887 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Everybody remembers when they discovered masturbating for the first time. Mine was the day my family moved to Texas. There were four of us, me, my mom, my dad and my older sister, Courtney. Our old house in Nebraska was huge and I had a whole side of the house to myself practically, but now I was sharing the other side of a thin wall with my sister.

She unpacked some and then excused herself to go for a walk around our new neighborhood. We had always lived in the middle of nowhere, and so moving to a packed suburb was a big change for us. We'd be going to a school with 1700 other kids instead of 80 or 90. Also, for the first time we'd be seeing very little of eachother at school. With so few other kids around, we were bound to run into eachother frequently. Dad told me when you went to a school that big, you often didn't even meet everyone after four years.

I would be an 5th grader that year and my sister would be in 8th. She had always been a little on the chubby side with long blonde hair and loved wearing shorts that barely covered her asscheeks and tank tops. Despite there being very little selection in Nebraska, she always seemed to have a boyfriend since as far back as I remember. I wondered how long it would take for that to happen here.

That night she came in a little after sundown and we had dinner together. She retired to bed shortly after and I did the same. I was watching something on the History Channel when I heard something knocking next door. At first I thought she was hanging a picture or something, but when I turned the sound off I heard her moaning and her headboard hitting the wall.

I turned my TV off and slipped out of bed. Her bedroom door was closed, but her closet connected to the laundry room, so I opened the laundry room door quietly and slipped inside. The door into her room was open and I could see dim light coming through.

I crept up to the sliver of light and whenI pressed my eye to it I could see her bent over on her elbows and knees. Her pale ass was up in the air and her black thong was around her legs. A tall, skinny guy a little older than her had two handfulls of her ass and was fucking her raw. I stared in shock, but didn't leave. I could feel myself getting hard and knew that I was going to stay and watch this. Sure, that was my sister Courtney, but somehow this was the best thing I'd ever seen.

Her tummy was hanging down between her thighs and her huge white tits were spilling out of the top of her pajama shirt and bouncing as the guy drilled himself into her bare. She was moaning rhythmically with his thrusts and I could hear her wetness as his cock slapped into her soaking hole. Her hair was in her eyes and I could see her red lips hanging open.

I thought about her mouth as I began masturbating for the first time, finding it immediately intoxicating and almost mind-altering.
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Dede 15/02/20(Fri)22:55 No. 23299 ID: ebd7e7

I couldn't see anything, and was worried she wasn't even in there when I couldn't see her through the glass shower door, but then I realized I was looking too high. There she was, sitting on the floor of the shower, behind the rail on the door where she usually hung her towels. There was something in her hands between her knees and her head was hanging low, her hair all stuck to her face.

For a moment, I thought she was masturbating, but then I saw her lift the object and take a drink from it. It was hard to tell the shape of the bottle through the steamy glass, but it looked brown and knowing Courtney, that meant it was probably a bottle of Crown.

A sob escaped above the sound of the running water, and I switched from aroused to concerned. I debated saying something, or waiting until she was out and dressed and then knocking on her door. I waited, though, and was immediately glad I did.

The sob came again and then again, rhythmically and I knew that she wasn't crying. That was what she sounded like when she masturbated, which was rare. In fact, I couldn't remember her masturbating very much since we moved here. She had been so eager to find the genuine article. I moved her panties back to my face and inhaled her while her silhouette set down the bottle and redoubled her efforts.

Quickly, she stood up and shut off the water, her arm reaching around the door to pull the towel from the handle. I barely managed to scoot out of her line of sight as she came bouncing out of the shower drunk. I didn't have time to go for the laundry room so I dove behind her bed. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I was going to actually die. It took every bit of willpower I had to get control of myself and crawl under her bed before I had a chance to get spotted.

Her towel landed on the floor and I watched her feet as she picked up the pile of tonight's clothes. She hesitated, looking through them, then moved quickly for the laundry room door. Thank fuck I hadn't tried hiding in there. She flipped the lights on and looked inside, then closed it softly, pushing in the click button to lock it. Next, she went to her closet and swung open the doors, rifling through her hanging clothes before deciding there was nothing in there she was interested in.

Finally, she locked her door into the hall as well, then she stood, her toes pointing straight toward me and then she headed my way. I pursed my lips tightly and took deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. I was going to have to explain myself.

This was going to be the worst night ever.
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Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)12:19 No. 23305 ID: 7e0c15

Keep it up Dede, always a pleasure seeing a new installment.

Anonymous 15/09/30(Wed)14:32 No. 23875 ID: c971d3

Seriously one of the better stories here.

Seduction of the Innocent Pashaimeru 15/08/25(Tue)23:52 No. 23817 ID: 602de1 [Reply]

So after years of reading elit and writing half-finished stories I never fully intended to show anyone, I finally ended up making something that I felt decent enough to post.

I'm kinda inspired to write more stuff similar to this, so I'd appreciate any sort of feedback at all. It'd be nice to actually improve instead of just continuing to write stuff for my own sake. Can't say I'm much of a writer as I am right now.

Anyway, tags: loli, mind control, corruption, transformation, (transgender-ish). Theme is superheroes. Kind of on the lengthier side, so be warned.


"Such a shame."

Dr Leonard shook his head, looking at the result of his work. The laboratory looked—and smelled—like a disaster. Stench of burning rubber was heavy in the air, black smoke coming from beneath the machine’s sealants. It had taken a year’s worth of research and manufacturing to put it all together; the price of the components had been astronomical and putting it all together had required hundreds of hours of personal work and supervision. Yet, it had been a minor loss compared to the loss of the true prize itself.

Putting on his rubber gloves, the man crouched down next to the captured superheroine. Her eyes were unfocused, her face wet with tears and sweat. Leonard tilted her head with his hands, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes. There was no trace of comprehension behind those blue eyes, none of the hatred Leonard was so used to seeing. Scarlet Storm was gone—her body might be still alive, but not much remained of her mind. The diagnostics on the screen revealed that much.

The sight was somewhat upsetting. Had she survived the process, her value would’ve been immeasurable. It wasn’t just the loss of a potential asset that bothered Leonard, however; the loss of a good adversary was more disquieting he thought possible. The two of them had clashed for years now, and Leonard had managed to gain a grudging respect for the red-haired superheroine. She had been not only powerful, but smart as well—capable of outwitting even him, thwarting the cleverest of his plots.
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rin!y7chl82msE 15/09/20(Sun)11:24 No. 23846 ID: 87f076

Yeah, sorry.

Not that my input means much anymore than it used to, but I digress.

There's still something that bothers me, something I can't really pinpoint. It's very well written. Honestly, the biggest thing I can pick out is that the sexy stuff seemed... a lot lighter than the rest of the story. Still, this is only a mild complaint.

Pashaimeru 15/09/22(Tue)18:51 No. 23850 ID: 602de1

Yeaah, I'm no good at writing sex scenes. Any erotica I'll write is probably gonna be light on them, maybe even skip them over. I find other things more interesting than actual sex, anyway.

Rin!y7chl82msE 15/09/27(Sun)10:48 No. 23869 ID: 87f076

Hey, I didn't say that to discourage you at all. My writing was in a similar situation, but I lucked out and my first story was lost during the great server collapse before anyone got invested enough.

It takes time and effort, just like all things. Just putting more out and honing your craft, that's the best advice I can give lol.

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