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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 14/10/31(Fri)07:08 No. 22666 ID: 9547b4

Looking for a brother sister incest story that takes place in a cabin. Their parents ditch them there for a week so that they learn to like each other. Through a series of bets, things start to get serious.

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 Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/07/21(Mon)19:55 No. 22101 ID: ad4858

please post whatever you had written

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)18:14 No. 22117 ID: e92a60

OP, pls.

This is one of the best fucking threads on the board, abs I've always had a soft spot for Irish stories. The Leanansidhe in this one is fucking incredible; literally mai waifu.

Even if it's just the outline, please come back, OP.

Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)08:02 No. 22669 ID: ad4858

Agree would be happy with outline

Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [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 14/10/30(Thu)09:17 No. 22656 ID: 9c243c

well waiting for the parts so far was hard but now i realy cant wait!

Awesome story and dont you DARE stop now

Shadow 14/10/31(Fri)05:25 No. 22664 ID: 3756c5

Feels like a jarring shift to have death threats, but the story and sexiness have been good so far, so I'll trust that you know what you're doing with this story. I look forward to the next update!

Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)07:48 No. 22668 ID: 04b59a

if you read up top, this was planned from the very beginning o.o

My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)

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Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)05:07 No. 22663 ID: 97a50f

Oh my god
Let this die!

I read this story here years ago. It's good yes but not exactly a NYT bestseller. Authors gone and its hard to emulate.

Let it die.

Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)06:51 No. 22665 ID: 0ffa9f

Nooooo,it cannot die until Gail is DP'ed and Chase is buttfucked.. It has been foretold!

DickgirlFan 14/10/31(Fri)07:30 No. 22667 ID: 2f1d92

Dude seriously? This is like one of the best erotic stories I've ever read, and thats pretty close to thousands of stories, and with a little polishing it could be the best without a doubt. I refuse to let this story which I've been rereading for years die before it is as complete as it can reasonably be. I owe it to the characters and all the people this story has connected to do my best to assure a proper end.

My Roomate Anonymous 14/09/20(Sat)10:20 No. 22465 ID: b748ed [Reply]

This is a little bit more experimental than my previous piece, so I do want to know what you think. The next part will be a pretty a pretty big change in direction from this part if there's interest in more. This contains a male-female, non-consensual sex and supernatural elements.

Part 1

The house party had attracted what seemed like the whole neighborhood. On the back patio, the cooler had been freshly filled with beer and the air grew heady with cannabis. Table tennis balls bounced across the kitchen table, eliciting demands of “Drink!” where they landed in red plastic cups. Music blasted in the living room, the couches full of partygoers shouting conversation over the din. The bathroom door flew open with an exasperated shriek. The unwanted intruder stumbling into the line for the toilet, pants open. The door slapped closed and locked.

Hank clutched at his jeans and slurred expletives. He pulled this zipper closed and yelped when he caught himself in it. Gingerly correcting the zipper he stomped back to the party. A round of applause welcomed him back, he scowled, “Whatever.”

He was a business major. 6’4” and a six pack. He pulled the top off a bottle and tossed it back, chugging cheap light beer.

“Bro!” someone called to him from outside. He joined them and hit the joint provided. It was shit weed but he wasn’t picky, it was free after all. “What happened, man?”

“I dunno, she wasn’t too receptive to bathroom blow jobs. I figured, hell, why not ask?”

“Bitches, man.”
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Anonymous 14/10/30(Thu)09:46 No. 22657 ID: 67dd4c

Meh. I come here for paedo and epheb stories, not this shit.

awesome Anonymous 14/10/30(Thu)16:31 No. 22659 ID: dfb02f

I love the super natural story.

Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/30(Thu)20:25 No. 22661 ID: a887c0


You are not a special little snowflake. This is not your own little personal story board. Lots of people come here with every fetish under the sun. How the fuck stupid do you have to be to complain just because one story here doesn't cater to your specific, and highly discriminated, fetish. Get over yourself, ignore the stories that don't work for you, and enjoy the ones that do.

If you can't make constructive comments then sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and lurk the fuck moar.

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 14/10/30(Thu)16:39 No. 22660 ID: ccbe4a

Please be a girl, please be a girl...

let's give this a go Non-Anonymous 14/10/28(Tue)07:20 No. 22630 ID: b3e330 [Reply]

greetings, readers. i've sporadically been on this board for quite some time, and never contributed. oh, i replied to some stories, begged for continuations of others, but i never actually WROTE anything for you perverts.

that changes tonight. in a recent burst of inspiration, i finished a twisted little tale that has been lurking in the back of my head for some time. this isn't actually my first completed story, but i feel comfortable enough with this one that i'm dropping it here unedited. without further ado, here we go.

Ma/g(?) Exhib, MC, DubCon, oil, stroke

An unusual afternoon's passing.

The breeze was soft. I took an idle drag off of my cigarette as I watched the traffic pass.
It was early afternoon, on a cloudy midsummer day and I was killing time. Thanks to the bus
schedule I had ample time before I had to actually make the short walk into work and get productive.
So, I found myself sitting on the weathered bench outside of the convenience store, on the corner of
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Non-Anonymous 14/10/29(Wed)08:55 No. 22646 ID: b3e330

thank you. any specific criticisms? part of this is to improve, after all. i'm rather aware that i tend to write in the same way i talk, which doesn't really work well.

Anonymous 14/10/29(Wed)17:18 No. 22648 ID: 653aef


not the first guy who responded, but here's my take. I really liked the style, it's not as simplistic as other elit stories I've read. I think I noticed one typo, which is damn good.

the concept was also pretty cool. I've made it a point to not know what any of those tags mean, so the surprise halfway through was awesome.

all told, I hope to see more from you! these single chapter stories are great, too many half-written epics on this board... ahem*roommates*ahem

Non-Anonymous 14/10/30(Thu)06:27 No. 22655 ID: b3e330

would it shock you to hear that i typed this on my phone, while commuting to work? that would be where the lack of typos comes in. that and OCD self-proofreading.

thanks for the compliment, my main worry is that it was going to be too dense/not flow well/poorly interjected commentary by the POV character. and i'll make a note to hide the tags in the future.

with feedback like this, you'll be seeing more. soon as i get an editor. i've got another story complete, my first, and like five more either in the mag, or concepts bouncing around in my head. i do, however, refuse to post anything that's incomplete. roommates, laws of hospitality, and innumerable stories i've read on ASSTR and storiesonline that left me hanging really steam my cheese.

Darkness at the End of the Tunnel (slash, loli & we'll see where Random Evername 13/12/01(Sun)19:37 No. 20360 ID: 0beccd [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

This is my first attempt at starting a story on here. I've tried a few things on Fiction Press, but not quite this depraved. I'm inspired by some of the examples here (especially Roommates), so I thought I would give it a try. I don't pretend this is that good. I'm not even sure that I'm posting this right.

Chapter 1

I turn to move past Hayley McSween in the hallway connecting the kitchen to the dishwasher in the restaurant serving St. Edmund’s Country Club. With a hand on my chest, she lightly pushes me into the door for the stockroom. “Can you close for me tonight? I want to go to the mall with from friends.” Her fingers trace from my chest to my belt buckle suggesting a possible compensation for my sacrifice.

I am Kyler … Kyler Jakubowski. At nineteen years old, I scrape, borrow, and force my way through my sophomore year in bio-premed at Stony Brook University on Long Island. Straight A’s so far – lookin’ good. It may be mercenary, but I will do just about anything to endure this crucible for that glimpse of wealth I see at the other end.

I live in a cramped, non-air-conditioned attic apartment of an ancient home that I rent from some old couple – Mr. and Mrs. Watson. With its back staircase access, I never have to see them, if I don’t want to. They’re okay, though – always waving to me and baking me stuff. Back in the day, the house was an old whaling captain’s home, so I have access to a little glass room above the attic. His wife could watch for his ship to return. No lie – it’s called a belvedere.

My college is on Long Island, but my savings account is strictly Schenectady. It was a lot easier to afford the $300 monthly rent before my roommate, Freddie Steffanaur, was expelled for copying an entire term paper, verbatim, from an internet site – for the third time. What a fuckin’ jackass.

Which is why, when Hailey McSween asks me to close for her at work -- I’m tempted to say, “Yes” without delay. I can use the extra hours, even though I have a shitload of homework – I can fake it through Statistics, but Orgo is getting pretty tough. I’m lying -- even though Hailey’s only sixteen, she is smoking hot with reputation to spare. I’m always happy to do her a favor … just in case it could lead to something.

Ah shit, who am I kidding? That’s just living out one of my masturbation fantasies. With a healthy allowance, she doesn’t need the job, but her parents think it builds character. I’m glad I enjoyed a few seconds of that delirium before answering because she reaches down and traces my stiffness from the outside with just one finger, and it drives me senseless, “I can make it worth your while.”
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Anonymous 14/10/04(Sat)22:12 No. 22530 ID: 56d973

PERFECT (in every way)

I like it A Big fan 14/10/08(Wed)00:45 No. 22544 ID: 5684f9

I like complicated stories. The more complicated the better. I love that we have a conspiracy and an antagonist.

Anonymous 14/10/30(Thu)06:05 No. 22653 ID: 8513a4

I can't imagine anything I would change to improve the story you're telling. You have a real talent and this is breathtaking.

The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Impressed 14/07/22(Tue)17:20 No. 22108 ID: 6b9027


I read the whole thing in one shot last night, and it was sincerely captivating. I was upset to find little actual acts of sin, but I left this feeling a sense of sweetness. It was a story based on the darker side of lust for sure, but ultimately it was a well written, endearing story about affection.
Even if you don't continue writing this particular story, I hope you keep writing in general. -- 8.5/10

CARRYON 14/10/29(Wed)05:54 No. 22643 ID: 6d9d21

Hey, I love this story so much I have decided to write my own addition. I am an American, however.
I do not know if you guys would be interested in a continuation.
I will leave it to OP to grant me the honor or another. this story must have an end or at least a resolution. And I like to write and have free time.

Anonymous 14/10/29(Wed)21:49 No. 22652 ID: b2a6c1

What a great story this was. Guess I'll have to finish it in my "Own time". I really enjoy stories like this one, because all the build-up leads to much more satisfying erotic scenes.

1k words is.. pretty short. I don't mind the super-long chapters! Better reading when there's less of a break.

Too bad you don't like this story, 'cuz it's a gem. I'm happy to see more loli-related stories coming out. Sick and tired of the gay shit that's been frequenting this site. Not my bag. Stopped coming here altogether for a while because of it.

Was really looking forward to some epic sex with the two sisters! ...Maybe even with parental consent! (I love the parental consent theme...)

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