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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 16/11/18(Fri)22:09 No. 24825 ID: 00e229

>>24824
http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600107116


all yours




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.
Adios,
Cowboy




The Clarks Anonymous 16/06/05(Sun)18:39 No. 24311 ID: 98fd99 [Reply]

Julie Clark was 10 years old the first time she masturbated. It was a cool night in March, the moon was full, and she used a well washed Gel Pen. With her feet propped up against a wall, a battery operated LED lantern at her side, and a full length mirror ahead of her, she nervously prodded at her tingling nethers with the smooth round plastic cap of her pen.

She froze at every noise, the cat's collar jingling away downstairs, the house settling, an errant branch striking a window. Every single sound was a potential alarm, signaling the approach of her parents to punish her for this wanton act.

That worry soon faded the instant the side of her pen slid across her clitoris. Her free hand swung back to hold her up and grip at the soft blue carpeting of her floor as her muscles instantly malfunctioned. Surprised gasp soon turned to furtive rhythmic pants as each stroke of the pen against the needy nub sent heart pounding, tummy tightening, leg wobbling, toe curling jolts of electric thrill that rocked her pre-pubescent frame like a trailer in Tornado Alley.

She felt moist heat slowly slide down her crotch and saw her hot pink privates glisten in the stark white light of her lantern. If any part of her wanted to be curious, stop, and investigate, it was quickly bound, gagged, and drowned in the river of astonishing sensation. Her body grew tighter, the heat in her belly sky rocketed, the universe around her seemed to shrink to a single point until finally, boom. Stars danced in her eyes, she lost her balance and thumped against carpet hard, writhing and wriggling as she bit her lip to stifle the almost unstoppable squeaks that came along with the explosion.

As her brain stopped clicking the on-off switch of her consciousness and her heartbeat finally slowed, the thing she would remember most about that night came into focus for the very first time.

It was the sight of her eighteen-year-old brother Nick, on the living room couch, fingering his girlfriend, Lori. Of course, at the time, she didn't know that word. All she knew for sure was that she was sitting in his lap, and his hand was past the waistband of her skirt.

That singular moment of voyeurism carried her through repeat sessions for almost a year. Until one day she saw them leave the school cafeteria and sneak over to a shady spot on campus, where Lori gave her brother a blowjob.

His hair was dark down there, she'd lifted his shirt so Julie could see his abs flexing as Lori teased and suckled at him like a popsicle. In that second stolen moment, Nick Clark ceased being just her beloved older brother, but the star supreme of her sexual awakening.
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Anonymous 16/11/07(Mon)11:39 No. 24807 ID: 5a24ab

>>24804
Sorry, I don't have anything else to share, the only other stuf I wrote here has long since scrolled off and for good reason. My writing ability then while high in creativity, had a flaw that was nigh on invisible to me in that I kept fucking up the sess without noticing. It took me a bit to retrain my eyes to spot what I honestly never noticed before.

I'm glad you're all enjoying this stuff, I hope to have a new entry to you before the month is out.


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Anonymous 16/11/16(Wed)14:23 No. 24818 ID: 5a24ab

OP here. An important lesson was learned. One should always double check their work between long sessions of downtime. Without realizing and relying soley on memory, I accidentally switched the names of the twins after their first entry and never noticed until I looked back too late. Stay vigilant friends, stuff like that could bite you in the ass if you're not careful.


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Anonymous 16/12/08(Thu)04:27 No. 24835 ID: e62c0a

>>24818

Yeah, thought that was wierd. Actually reread it to figure out what was going on. Just assumed complex characters yadda yadda yadda.




Rise of the Harem Nation HigherMoose 16/03/29(Tue)06:27 No. 24163 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Long time lurker, decided to take a stab at it.

Summary: Seth, a disrespected royal guard, and Dotan, a recently-freed, enigmatic, chauvinistic sex god, plot to overthrow their country that is ruled by beautiful but snobby goddesses. They ignite a war to enslave all the women of their world into harems for men's debauched pleasure. The more their forces enslave...the wilder they become, with brutal soldier brothels, personal sex slaves, enlarging harems, and breaking the will of the women they capture. Can they be stopped? What does Dotan really want?

Tags: LOTS OF sexual slavery, sexism, impregnation, body modification, mind control, rape, prostitution, corruption, gangbang.

SCENES OF: Anthro (transformed cow girl), anal, tit-fuck, threesomes, moresomes, magic, incest, torture, bondage, sadism, masochism, exhibitionism, humiliation, spanking, blowjobs, handjobs, rimming, toys, solo male, solo female, and probably more.

Be sure to leave a response if you read! It'll really brighten my day! Also, yes, I know I'm a sick fuck. Anyway, enjoy!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 1

It was night time in the garden of Starminster Castle. The castle was where Goddess Zophiel, the chief goddess of the country of Atlea, ruled. All of those fancy names and regality didn’t stop the night guard from doing what he was doing. In the center of the massive garden was a statue of Zophiel. She was in all of her majestic glory, with her wings extended, striking a heroic pose, and a massive halo hanging above her head. What attracted the guard to the statue, however, was how little she was wearing. Only a single ribbon covered her nipples and the area between her legs. It was meant to show off her majestic body as a thing of beauty...but that wasn’t what the guard saw.
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Anonymous 16/11/27(Sun)14:51 No. 24829 ID: 6b3d6a

>>24827
yessss


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Anonymous 16/12/04(Sun)22:56 No. 24833 ID: 5c35d8

>>24827

Soon?


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HigherMoose 16/12/06(Tue)22:17 No. 24834 ID: 79101b

>>24833
Not until the weekend probably. I got unexpectedly swamped.




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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styxarcher 16/11/16(Wed)23:15 No. 24821 ID: 55419d

>>24820
I... I am speechless, humored, and honored that you did my request.

Thank you OP.


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Anonymous 16/11/30(Wed)17:54 No. 24831 ID: a3580c

>>24820

Ooh yes, part 2 please.


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Anonymous 16/12/03(Sat)06:16 No. 24832 ID: 889f02

Still waiting on an update... It's an abstract kind of hell




The New Box (MF,TG) EC 16/11/21(Mon)15:04 No. 24826 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

This is my homage to erotic gender bender manga, short and sweet. I still badly need a proofreader. Would appreciate volunteers or just any thoughts you have. This and other stories available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mithrilmight

The New Box
By Emily Cummings

David was unbelievably, undeniably, overwhelmingly bored. Grimly he fiddled with his
phone, debating another round Candy Crush as the minutes crawled by. Sunlight poured
through the window, but David wasn’t deceived, it was mightily cold outside. He sank deeper
into the old couch, ignoring the draft from the old windows, checking his phone for any new
messages that had arrived in the last thirty seconds.

Since his university was all but abandoned during the long weekend, David had unexpectedly
decided to return to his childhood home, only to discover his parents had left for a cruise
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The Umbrella Hitch (Mg, loli, voy, slow) AnonyMPC 16/07/18(Mon)18:37 No. 24459 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 16/11/01(Tue)19:10 No. 24791 ID: 87dad6

Perfect timing for halloween, the second half really got me into the story, especially the mention of the time zone change.

Now obviously this needs to be continued, but where do you go from here? This story reminds me vaguely of the story Elisa Milicent Sinclair (which from what I've read, looks like a real-life story) that is amazingly awe inspiring, romantic, and terribly sad. The ending is soul destroying. Worth reading if anyone is interested: http://imgur.com/gallery/lLCtX

But back Astrid Hitch, to I feel that if you're going to continue writing this (and you definitely should!), the romance side needs to start blossoming, and I'd like Astrid to start maturing slowly as the story progresses (mentally at least), and I'd like to see Karl slowly start to accept her as part of his life as she forces her way in.

I can just see Astrid arriving at his house the next early Saturday afternoon, his mom answers the door, she introduces herself as Karl's girlfriend, and claims she's 15 or something. An hour later Karl comes into the living room to find his mom and Astrid in deep discussion over tea. Lulz ensue.


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Anonymous 16/11/17(Thu)08:14 No. 24822 ID: 0ee582

It is nice to see someone is still posting content to this board and not bumping threads that have not gotten an update in 5 years.

I hope your sfw writing is going well clearly you put a lot of effort into your work.


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Anonymous 16/11/18(Fri)15:07 No. 24823 ID: 498abd

Just finished this unintentionally all in one go, thanks for fucking my sleep pattern...

Was worth it though since it turned out to be such a great read. I eagerly await the next addition to this!

In the mean time I'm going to check out your asstr...




young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 ID: aecf9f [Reply]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)10:47 No. 23304 ID: 0d3527

>>16685
This is possibly the best story of its type on the Internet. You have to keep going! Or at least direct us to where we can find more your work!


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Anonymous 15/07/22(Wed)11:50 No. 23756 ID: 0d3527

>>16705
>>16705
Where can I find your previous stories?


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Anonymous 16/11/15(Tue)02:27 No. 24815 ID: c2872a

Bumpo




Harem Thief: A Nisekoi Fanfic (mc, ntr, m/fffff) Anonymous 14/05/18(Sun)22:32 No. 21789 ID: e06ffc [Reply]

Life as a background character is boring. Every day is the same, nothing interesting ever happens. Every morning going to school, every evening coming home, with everything in between full of the same, mundane, humdrum, banal, mindnumbing routine.

For me and the rest of the class, about the only interesting thing in our lives was the harem. Five girls who were entirely unreasonably blessed.

First, they were pretty. Not just pretty. Unreasonably pretty. The other girls in the class confirmed that only one of them wore even the lightest of makeup, but they were all so perfect and unblemished that they made actors and models look plain and awkward.

Second, they were rich. Unreasonably rich. They lived in mansions and entire penthouse apartment floors. They flew around the world, bought extravagant luxuries, sicced their servants and thugs on anyone who looked at them wrong, and didn’t even really have a concept of money that made sense at the normal level.

Third, they were talented. Unreasonably talented. Some were gifted academically, able to get a perfect score on any test while paying no attention in class. One of the girls was actually our teacher, a girl who had sped through school and college to get her license at only nineteen years of age. Some were gifted athletically. There were rumors of one even having superhuman athletic ability that let her shatter stone buildings with a single kick.

They were freaks. But the freakiest thing of all was that every single one of them had the same obsession. Raku Ichijo. Every single one of them was head over heels infatuated with the guy. The rest of us were absolute trash as far they were concerned, but he was a god who could do no wrong, someone they were more than happy to all shamelessly fawn over together. It was so fucking stupid.

Right now, we were supposed to be having a class meeting. There was a school festival coming up and every class was responsible for a project to try and raise some money. With the harem in our class, the obvious choice for the boys was to exploit that and go with a maid cafe. Only one of the freaks, Marika, seemed to like the idea, though she made clear that she’d only be serving one person in the classroom. The rest of the girls, mundane and freak alike, were against the idea, either from embarrassment, outrage, or a fear of having to compete with one of the harem girls and being humiliated by it. Our teacher, Yui, was more than content to stand by, too busy playing with Raku’s hair to pay attention or do her job.

It was dragging on and on and on.
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Anonymous 14/10/13(Mon)17:27 No. 22561 ID: 6f3c84

Good god man, this is amazing! Breaking up a slice of life anime is apparently one of my fetishes.

Moar please.


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Anonymous 15/01/01(Thu)20:38 No. 23045 ID: 15701f

Great work so far OP. Can you give us an indication of how soon we may see an update please?


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Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)13:20 No. 24813 ID: ea5f64

I know it's been a while, but I have faith that you will return somnophile! In the meantime, bump!




Of Rome Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)06:26 No. 24812 ID: 77e026 [Reply]

https://www.patreon.com/enthusiast

M, F, f, b, g, guro (occasional), scat (occasional), Beast (occasional), trap (probable)
Also: Slavery, mind-break, punishment, philosophy


Of Rome


A story of slavery by Enthusiast
Inspired by the world of 'Jack-O-Nine-Tails'


Crying.
The sound of a trail of recently captured 'Lost'. People who appear at the border of the realm are almost immediately captured, those unlucky enough not to be are most often killed by werewolves or raped to death by the Fiends, large masses of tentacles whose only bodily function is to breed with human women. Nobody is quite sure why the Lost end up in the fogs, but through their stories we've learned of many worlds beside our own.
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