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

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Request Janet 15/07/02(Thu)08:42 No. 23707 ID: 5794af

Looking for a long story about a father caught having sex with his daughter in public. The story goes on to follow their trial where the father has to prove they didn't have sex, by doing increasingly sexual things for the courtroom.

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.

Career Day Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/06/21(Sun)10:46 No. 23685 ID: 74ff38 [Reply]

Tags: Adult male - child female, schoolgirl, uniforms, first time, consensual

I found this story in my travels and, since I've so horribly hit writer's block with my zombie story, wanted to give back to the community in a different way. This is not my writing; in fact, this is the writing of two different strangers, a man and a woman, so that's why the POV changes between the two characters. Anyway, I hope you fuckers enjoy this as much as I did.

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With a groan, the officer climbed out of his car. He couldn't believe that his sergeant had tasked him with this assignment. Dealing with crackheads, burglars, and domestics? Hell yeah, all day long. Foot chases, car chases, the occasional tense standoff with a drawn weapon? No problem! But this...

Walking up to the large red brick building, he sighed, took off his sunglasses, and pushed open the door marked "Theodore Roosevelt Middle School."

After signing in, and being guided to the small multi-purpose room that had two classes worth of sixth graders in it, the officer found himself at the end of a string of folks of various professions. Each were dressed in their normal work attire - the four hose-draggers had one guy in full bunker gear and SCBA, poor bastard - with various implements of their trade. The teacher would give a brief intro, they would each talk for about 5 minutes, then answer questions.

Finally, the officer's turn came. At the end of the line, right before lunch, when no-one was paying attention. Naturally. He put on his best "Officer Friendly" face, his steel-blue eyes scanning the room as he talked. Most of the kids were looking at the clock, the door, maybe a couple of the other professions they liked; essentially anywhere but at him. Except a handful of them. One in particular, a slender little redhead with a scattershot of freckles on her pugnacious little nose appeared interested, so he directed his speech towards her, mainly.

Escaping the onerous question-and-answer session quickly, it was time for lunch. The teacher (sort of cute, in a librarian with glasses fashion) chatted with him for a bit, then had to return to her classroom, leaving him sitting alone at the table.
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Anonymous 15/07/04(Sat)05:14 No. 23710 ID: 5dc796

God that was freaking amazing. Please write more! Or if this story is done, please write another!!!

Anonymous 15/07/05(Sun)00:54 No. 23712 ID: 142f6a

Read the description. This isn't his story, just something that he chanced upon.

Shadow 15/07/05(Sun)03:18 No. 23713 ID: 3756c5

Wow. This is great. You wouldn't have happened to have gotten name of the guy who authored it, would you? And I know I wouldn't mind if you shared some more gems like this.

Hope your own writing starts moving again!

FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply]

Hi folks, I've read elit from the chans and elsewhere for awhile, and decided to try writing one myself. This is a repost of what I just wrote on 99chan earlier, just wanted to give it some more exposure, also feel I have a better chance at feedback here, since 7chan's elit seems more active.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.


Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)


Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn't paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn't do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn't help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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Anonymous 15/06/26(Fri)13:15 No. 23700 ID: 2ae4b8

I'd like to see her impregnate and be impregnated at once.

Futafempregger 15/07/01(Wed)04:25 No. 23706 ID: deea31


Just letting you guys know I'm not dead.

Will Have a new chapter up in about 3 or 4 days.

Anonymous 15/07/04(Sat)17:34 No. 23711 ID: 23b710

I can't wait !

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]


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

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

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

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

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

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

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 15/04/04(Sat)04:28 No. 23441 ID: 2c45c6

Really need some closure on this awesome story

Anonymous 15/04/22(Wed)08:49 No. 23491 ID: 1f54c4


its been nearly a year and a half since the last update, im pretty sure op died. i wouldnt be opposed to somebody picking this up, its my favorite elit ive seen here

Anonymous 15/07/02(Thu)20:52 No. 23709 ID: e2489c


going to read the rest over the weekend and see if I would be up to it.

am pretty hooked so far

i wrote ex ex why btw

Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 15/06/24(Wed)11:28 No. 23693 ID: d26fa2

Oh man it's hard to pick a particular sentence. But just the idea of him going into a girl's body, having sex and the sensations overwhelming him was just so hot. Just the submission of it was awesome

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/24(Wed)18:45 No. 23696 ID: f68fe3

>The biggest disappointment was, watching myself as Deidra did nothing for me at all, but while I had been her, I had felt such electricity pulsing through me. The overstimulation of being in her skin had caused anything I tried to do for myself when I got home to be completely worthless.

Honestly, I'd be really bummed if Daniel is dead. I love the contrast between the two realities, and I think you should keep following that avenue.
I'm also interested in the girls' side of things. Do they know their bodies had done these things? Was it all a dream to them? They don't seem to have any memory or care for what happened to them. Are they just having out-of-body experiences while Daniel takes over? Where is Cynthia right now?

Anonymous 15/07/01(Wed)02:07 No. 23705 ID: 03d35c

I just really enjoy the entire thing

Diary of a Lucid Dreamer IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/10(Wed)17:15 No. 23653 ID: f68fe3 [Reply]

I am fucked up.

Last night I had the most wild experience. I was going in and out of dreams, not really getting rest, until I finally just gave up and laid there with my eyes open. I'd rolled over more than a few times and couldn't get back to sleep, so I thought maybe I needed a change of scenery. I brought my pillows and blanket to the couch and tried a variety more positions to drift off, but no dice.

Then some thoughts surfaced from my subconscious. I was horny. Big whoop, it's happened before. Normally I'd fuck my hand and go back to sleep, or hump the mattress if I was really tired. But this time, I didn't. I just let them flow, 'til they filled me. It's all I could think. First, pictures I'd found on the chan. Then, stories I'd read. And finally, fantasies.

That was it. That's all my mind needed, was one fantasy to latch onto. I was probably hard, but I didn't care. I was much too interested in living out that dream. I sat my bathtub, legs up and ass toward the drain, and some goo, straight outta Ghostbusters or something, formed a snake that slipped inside me.

I couldn't feel it. It was just a dream. But damn, my mind was making it so real I wished I could. The weight of those thoughts swelled, like that feeling you get after you've had too many pork rinds. So, naturally, the goo inside me swelled. I imagined it the size of a bowling ball--the thoughts weighed about as much. But in another sense, this was real to me, so it wasn't really that big. It didn't go deeper, it didn't move around. It just sat there, at the base of my gut, growing.

I was on the edge. I could feel it. If I'd brought one stroke between my legs, these thoughts would transform into one giant, sticky mess, and I'd probably be able to return to sleep. But I didn't. So the fantasy took another route.

This time, I was in some school. Don't know which. Didn't care. But I was nude. And that goo was still inside me, kinda peeking out, dripping trails of it down that never fully detached. It was damn hot in my mind. I saw myself from a different angle. That much was usual from any dream I've had. I was younger, cleaner, but I knew it was me. I could feel it.

Then, in front of me, was an ass. A girl's, so you know. Not that it matters. Next thing, I was raping her, straight up the butt, like some cheesy Asian porno without the censors. We were in a bathroom stall, as if to say this is something I'd do while cutting class. But it's like that goo inside me had control. That swelling, gut-stretching feeling just wanted to get out. I finished without an orgasm, instead satisfied that some of the goo had spread to her, infected her. I pulled out clean, but her ass was dripping and gaping, and now she wasn't so upset with the situation, like she wouldn Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/18(Thu)23:42 No. 23681 ID: f68fe3

Why can't it be socially acceptable to walk around the streets in your bikini on a rainy day?

Or maybe it is, and there's just no one willing to start the trend. It probably happens in Manhattan and Tokyo and places like that. It seems like a California thing, too, aside from the rain. I don't know. I feel like a bikini just isn't at its best unless its soaked, clutching spherical edges that constantly respond differently to the water dripping over them. No doubt, nipples would make an appearance, and on the perfect breasts, those somehow attract more attention than her cleavage.

Personally, my favorite part of the breast is that sidelong view, where either the fat or the implant meets the underarm. And the bikini pulls it back for optimal contact. It's gotta be the perfect bikini style, too. String bikinis are nice on D-breasts so long as they fully cup under them. I love to focus on the wrinkles and skindentations the material forms as its filled with the weight of a girl's chest. Bigger jugs deserve a halter top, while a triangle top is reserved for an average bust. Small girls have a lot of competition; they should stick with the pushup style or not even bother drawing attention to their chest.

Ever since I learned to tell the difference between fake and real boobs, I noticed two things about my interests. Originally, I thought, The bigger they are, the tighter they get. When I realized the tight ones were the fake ones, I started looking more toward small, or average, girls, just to get that similar form of breast, or rather to avoid the "let-go" look. Big breasts, fake or not, just don't appeal to me as much as the size I can hold in my hand, assuming I ever had one to hold.

Secondly, I strayed away from pro models and porn and looked more at amateur stuff. That probably paved the way for a lot of my far-out kinks. To my knowledge, Playboy doesn't allow farm animals in the mansion, or dildos that would make Ron Jeremy jealous.

Eww. He's wrestling Andrew the Giant in my head. At least they're both clothed.

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/24(Wed)18:53 No. 23697 ID: f68fe3

Andre's been trolling my dreams like a badass, yelling at me for getting his name wrong, and of course stealing all the tail for himself. I finally got rid of him, though. I realized all he had in common with the Hulk, and suddenly he went away and all that was left was me. Maybe that's some existential crap my mind's trying to teach me, or maybe I just need to get laid.

I love tits more than a Chinese emperor. I mean, seriously, if I had tits, that view would be such a distraction I don't think I'd be able to walk outside, let alone drive anymore. I'd have a whole porn folder dedicated to the girls. I'd plaster them all over social media and the chan. When people have me listed in their phones, they'll just search for those twin peaks.

There was a girl at Pizza Hut the other day, behind the register. She didn't wear the uniform, and I was grateful for that. Her shirt gripped her like one of those impossible T's, or maybe that's just my mind exaggerating her bust. Nah, they were average, she was short, cute, hot, and I just couldn't balance how much I should look at her without coming off as a creep. I absorbed the full force of that bosom when she turned sideways and then looked away to keep her in my peripherals.

I could imagine molesting her from behind, kneading one or two hands through her balls of dough. Maybe she'd enjoy it, I dunno. Maybe she'd like how my cock had snuck up underneath her shirt in the back. She didn't tuck it in; I was practically invited. She can keep her clothes on for now. I'm not a sex-through-clothes kinda guy. Veronica was an exception. But I just love how a shirt holds and folds and runs over empty space while your fingers are digging into fatty tissue. Let's call this one Angelica. She looked kinda latina. Maybe Dominican, but I'm no judge.

That can turn me on. You can tell when some people have a hidden attitude, and I would just love to see her let it all out and have me take it all. That's right, one of these fantasies, she'll be the one wearing the pants, complete with a synthetic bulge.

I never owned a dildo. I think they're all made of silicon. That just makes me think of implants though, which of course brings me back to those glorious mounds that started this all.

She's got her tits held firm and free in her neckhole. Now that's an impossible T, or else a ruined piece of apparel. I love the way it shoves her breasts together, makes them look bigger and juicier than they are. She'd give amazing head, I'm sure, but right now she's just laying there while I jerk myself off over her, locking her arms under my knees while my cockhead gets hugged in her cleavage. With one hand I'm molding her right tit, and she's lookin' at her chest with this innocent gaping mouth, occasionally passing Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/29(Mon)17:45 No. 23704 ID: f68fe3

From time to time, I get recurring dreams. When I was younger, I thought of them like reruns, but they're actually more like remakes. They're a conglomerate of memories on playback, except there are a few details that seem to always remain open to interpretation. For instance, last night's feature was the Terrible Parking Day. It's one of those bad movies you wouldn't sit through even if you were getting paid to critique it. The problem is, when you're deep enough into sleep, there's almost no chance of waking up until you've seen your fair share.

I'm reminded of Hackers, that part where late-night television is controlled by robotic arms and tape decks. On the off-chance I slip into REM-state, my subconscience puts dreams on shuffle, goes AFK, and then laughs at my misfortune. I swear. It's one of the reasons I actively try to avoid it.

Terrible Parking Day is set in the snowy streets of San Francisco, or Boston. It's never definite, but I always get a feel for either narrow roads or steep hills. I doubt San Francisco gets snow, but fuck reality. While we're at it, fuck me, because not only are the roads impossible to drive on, I'm the only one driving. And of all the malfunctions that could form a plot, this is where Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock would feel right at home, because my car cannot stop moving no matter how many times I hit the brakes. Here I am, stuck in a car that changes depending on what I own, going 2 miles an hour, skidding and slipping down hills, repeatedly failing to parallel park, and constantly avoiding pedestrians who are taking advantage of the snow. And if that wasn't enough, it's night time.

Thinking back, this is probably the moment where math and physics would save my life, though I can't imagine how. Maybe there's a formula I missed that would cause me so much grief that I could actually force myself awake.

I know the real way to snap free from it. Maybe they covered this in Inception. I don't know. I watched the movie twice and still couldn't grasp it. If I could interject an unpredictable thought (since Terrible Parking Day is a sort of false memory to start with), my mind would be so thrown off that I'd shake myself out of it. Unfortunately, during showtime, my subconscience is conveniently out-to-lunch; the burden of the solution is actually that I wouldn't be stuck in the dream in the first place.

Terrible Parking Day doesn't resolve itself. I guess that's what makes it a bad movie. It just seamlessly blends into another recurring dream. The setting remains the same, snowy streets at night, only now I'm walking in and out of buildings visiting friends new and old, until finally Trapped in the Department Store takes over. That's a real classic. I don't mind it as much. What kid hasn't dreamed of being in a mall a Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Futanari Funland (Futa on Male; Male on Futa; Futa on Futa) ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:30 No. 19676 ID: 024837 [Reply]

Written by: Zixtank (not me!)

Chapter 1: Locked up is fucked up…

Okay, I’m sure at least one of you guys or girls out there has caught three of the hottest girls at school in the act with each other in the girl’s locker room. Even if you haven’t, that is about what happened to me one day. Hey, my name is Alec, I’m eighteen and in my second year at high school. I have pretty long, black hair and everyone says I look feminine, which pisses me off. Something else that pisses me off is that I’m being teased at by every guy at the school and every girl thinks I look super-cute, but stays away because they don’t want to get bullied. So, how about I just take this story from the beginning, okay?

It was a normal, boring day at my normal, boring school with normal, boring classes. The only class that I actually like is physical education. Reason; I’m actually quite athletic. The thing I hate about it is that my male classmates have a tendency of hiding my gear and every time, they come up with a new place. The first time it’d been hidden in another locker, next time, in showers, so that it was soaked when I found it. Last week it was found in a toilet locker. Today, however, they had found the ultimate hiding spot; the girl’s locker room.

“You want it back, you go get it,” Ken said, looking me straight in the eye with a mocking expression.
“Why are you so afraid,” Johnny asked. “You are a girl, aren’t you? Or perhaps you just don’t want any cooties.” They all laughed and I, still in my gym clothes, walked out of the boy’s locker room and looked over at the girl’s. I decided to be as brave as I could and knocked on; no answer. I knocked again; still no answer, so I opened the door slightly and looked inside. I could hear voices; they were coming from around a wooden wall. I peeked around and my eyes widened to the size of wheel-caps; In the middle of the locker-room were three of the hottest girls in the school having sex with each other. Only, it wasn’t normal sex either, as all three of them had a huge cock hanging between their legs, at least fifteen inches each, along with a pair of tennis ball sized testicles. My jaw dropped and I just couldn’t believe it.

I knew who the girls were. The one on the top, fucking one of the other two’s mouth, was Nicole, the one getting it in the mouth, was Jen, and the one on her back, licking Nicole’s balls and fucking Jen’s hot pussy was Christina. God was that a hot sight.
I then turned around and carefully locked the door. Then I continued to watch them. Then I just couldn’t hold myself anymore, so I sat down on the floor, made sure I wasn’t noticed and then took out my dick and began wapping off to the sight before me, God was it hot.

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ZeroSchneider 13/09/08(Sun)03:33 No. 19680 ID: 024837

Chapter 5: Final Farewell

It was hard to concentrate on my exam with the knowledge of that I would move away soon. Luckily, the only exam I had left was World History, in which I had pretty good grades already, so whatever the results of the exam I knew I would get a B anyway.
Still, I hadn’t managed to talk to Christina, Nicole, Jen or Rachel yet. The feeling of having to say it was like the feeling you get when you lose a bet and you have to for example walk on burning coal or something, in other words, it was unbearable.

The bell rang and those of us that was left in the classroom handed in our papers and left. I had hoped to get a moments rest before talking to either of the others, but just as I exited the classroom, Jen caught up with me.
“Hey Alec. What’s up? Are you alright?” Her cheery expression faded immediately as she saw mine.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said, but I doubted she believed me.
“Okay,” she said skeptically. Then she suddenly brightened up again. “Guess what,” She said, but didn’t wait to let me answer. “I’ve decided to give Rachel a chance to prove she’s changed.” I looked up at her.

“Really,” I asked. “How are you gonna let her prove it?” Jen smiled.
“You’ll see.” She said playfully. “I’ve mixed up a nice surprise for us at home, so now I’ll just go tell the others then we’re going, okay?”
“Sure,” I said with a wry smile. I had only one thought in mind for what Jen might have come up with, but personally, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
“Relax,” she said with a smile. “It’s not sex.” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What? I don’t think of sex all the time. What I’ve thought of is, well, it’s a surprise. I know that Christina’s going to be so happy she’ll hug me till my head falls off.” For some reason, Jen seemed to be a lot more cheerful than she’d been since Rachel showed up at Christina’s door that day and to be perfectly honest, she needed it.
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Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)13:30 No. 21857 ID: b1293d

Bump. This is too good to let die.

bump bump 15/06/28(Sun)15:28 No. 23703 ID: 7c63df


Make Me A Promise the wolf 15/06/27(Sat)01:31 No. 23701 ID: 08bfa8 [Reply]

“Make me a promise....”

Written by "The Wolf"
dedicated to my fellow wolf "Fog Bank"
keep up the good work.

John was lying naked in the hot dry July grass as his niece straddled his crotch. She rocked her hips back and forth rolling him around inside of her, as the sharp ground sliced into his back. Her dark raven hair fell about her body like a black waterfall against her soft pale skin. He could feel her wet tight cunny encasing is hard thick cock, as she rode him like a cowboy. He lay looking up into her face as expressions of ecstasy flashed across it in the dim glow of the moonlight.

His grunts of pleasure mixed with hers, and accompanied the sounds of crickets in the nearby darkness. The large white pearl of the moon, hanging high in the velvet night sky, shed soft light on their love-making, and changed her pale skin into angelic virgin alabaster, framed by the bejeweled night sky behind her. She was not yet ten, and big for her age, but had yet to begin the journey into full womanhood. John marveled at the beauty, and grace of her flawless youth as she dominated him. Anna looked down at him through the haze of cardinal pleasure, her emerald eyes flashed with desire and lust that his soul mirrored.

The sensations that he felt as she twisted, and manipulated him deep inside of her body was only one step removed from exquisite torture, as he lay in the hot grass. John raised his hands toward her spreading his fingers wide as she reached out lacing her tiny soft fingers with his, and using this new leverage lowered her lips to kiss his without stopping their rhythmic fornication. Her kiss was like pure delicate innocence, and was The sweetest thing he have ever tasted in his life. She was like a wild sexual animal bucking and grinding on top of him, and she also had an appetite for sex that would put most older women to shame. Less than a year ago he would never have dreamt in his wildest dreams that he would be doing something like this with her, but here they were.

“I love you sweetheart,” He swore to her, He looked up into her face and it felt like looking into the face of God “I promise to never hurt you, and always love you.”

“Shut up, and fuck me uncle John!” she said looking down at him with that bewitching little smile, that lit her devilish emerald eyes with mischief.
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Anonymous 15/06/28(Sun)02:16 No. 23702 ID: f00025

Where can i find more of your works Mr Wolf?

iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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AnonyMPC 15/06/23(Tue)19:49 No. 23687 ID: a609fb

I think you overestimate the size of my fanbase, it's actually pretty small. But yeah, if I try to write something JUST because I knew others wanted it, it doesn't work out so well, it's a slog... so I generally don't do that anymore. Though it does get to me sometimes, a feeling like I'm letting people down. And sometimes knowing that there are a number of people waiting for something does put the pressure on, but the effect is somewhat unpredictable: it may make me subconsciously shy away (under the theory that I'm disappointing people less if I don't get to something than if I do and it's awful), or in other cases it may motivate me, give me drive knowing that I'm not JUST writing for myself.

I don't see myself ever selling my work, no. Commissions just don't appeal to me, and luckily, I make enough that I don't have to be financially motivated. I generally believe in giving things free over pay-to-access... and I'd rather have more readers than a little extra cash from those readers having to pay me. Finally, all of that aside... I have a paranoia about connecting my finances to this kind of erotica, and I've never found a decent way to accept money (even in tips, which have occasionally been offered) that wouldn't also involve such a connection being forged (same reason I'll unfortunately never commission someone, even though I could afford to and occasionally have the desire). I mean, things like bitcoin theoretically work, but they're too much hassle and finding a place to use them makes them not really worth it.

I have once or twice considered working in a collaboration with somebody and releasing it under a pay-to-access model, in a scheme where the other party collects all the money and, if it turns out to be wildly successful, maybe once in a while they pay for a commission for me or something, but otherwise they keep all the profits and I'm comfortable with that. These would be things along the lines of interactive game/stories with art, or artistic adaptations of my existing prose stories... but the right project and dynamic's never come along.

Anonymous 15/06/24(Wed)12:26 No. 23694 ID: 01859a

I usually comment on your stories but I'll be honest that I didn't find this last one inspiring enough for me to bother until now. I'll comment on your recent Phil Phantom story here too since I'm too lazy to track down the other thread. I read them a bit ago so I may not remember all of the details exactly, but these were most of the impressions that I got after reading.

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This was a decent story, but far below your usual fare both from a literary (especially your last story in the iCity Tales collection, which was better than many published authors) and erotic standpoint. Here's what I see as the main problems:

1. The story being told entirely by diary entries is an interesting idea in theory, but in practice turns reading it into a mundane slog by removing any sense of immediacy or impact from the events. Because the "recap story" form taken is that of private diary entries in particular (as opposed to a rogue storyteller trying to impress people or something), it is especially egregious in killing the excitement since Hillary usually makes it completely clear what's about to happen before describing it. The format is narratively difficult in the first place (particularly for erotic literature), and not done well enough here to alleviate that. Even if you were to fix these problems, it could easily end up being less realistic to how a teenage girl would actually write a diary if you weren't very careful.

"Today, I was fucked up the ass." And then she goes on to describe it, but the thrill is neutered because there's no sense of surprise or uncertainty, which is a large part of eroticism. There's no "Oh boy Hillary's collar was just forcefully activated. What are they going to do to her now?" We already know that there's no chance of her getting out of the situation. Of course the story isn't as explicit about its spoilers as the example but it still makes things pretty clear. Imagine a chapter in MPC that started off "So Lawrence raped Erin today." Obviously it'd completely take the edge off of what would otherwise be a nail-biting roller coaster of emotions. That's how this story felt.

2. I don't think that most of your readers (who are probably men in their teens and 20s) can erotically relate to the sexual perspective of a teenage girl. Even if this story was as well-written as MPC I don't know if I could get into it as much just because of the fact that I can't imagine myself as the main character. That's not a mark against it artistically of course, but just something to consider.

3. The incest subplot felt completely tacked on, just because it's "your thing". A major plot point of the subplot (the two siblings officially consumating their relationship) happens at the very end of it, which violates a Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/24(Wed)18:07 No. 23695 ID: f68fe3

>And sometimes knowing that there are a number of people waiting for something does put the pressure on, but the effect is somewhat unpredictable: it may make me subconsciously shy away (under the theory that I'm disappointing people less if I don't get to something than if I do and it's awful), or in other cases it may motivate me, give me drive knowing that I'm not JUST writing for myself.

It helps to think back to the first posts you've ever made. People weren't expecting it, but they got it and loved it. Just write for yourself, and it will appeal to those followers.

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