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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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Old Fic Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:50 No. 22094 ID: 6b9027

Years ago I remember reading a story that spanned a bunch of chapters. It was like the journal entries of a Scientist who gathered a bunch of different women for sexual experiments.
There was a futa, a woman with huge breasts and crazy lubrication, a mother and daughter duo, and a few others I think.
Been looking for this for many moons lol. Any help appreciated.

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

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

Cheats (Mg, MC, anal) Uncle Rick aka Uninvited aka urmom 14/07/09(Wed)14:39 No. 22052 ID: c1fbfe [Reply]

Don't mind me, just dropping this steaming pile of blatant, self-indulgent, no-plot, pablum crap right over here while I refuse to finish The Laws of Hospitality, or The Hunger, or my shapeshifter story, or any of the other butt-nuggets I've scattered here and elsewhere on teh intrawebz. You guessed it, I ripped it off in a couple long nights, and I haven't even bothered to proof. Hope it helps you stain a few socks. I may write more later, but as usual, I'll probably drop this "story" right as you're starting to get interested, or I'll force some crappy full-circle bullshit on the end like the talentless hack I am.

Anyway, hope you like it!

*** *** *****

The girls were just friends, but they might as well have been twins. Well, fraternal twins. Both had natural blonde hair, button noses, slim, dancer's builds, and Scandinavian features, but they weren't identical. One had pale, ice-blue eyes, while the others were deep forest green. They wore tiny bikinis that did very little to conceal lean, toned, and tanned bodies just on the earliest cusp of pubescence. I never saw one without the other, and that wasn't a bad thing in the least. They'd arrived three days ago, and I'd kept a loose eye on them, always behind a pair of sunglasses, of course. I only rarely saw either set of parents, and every time I did, there was generally a beer can in their hand. The girls came and went from their rooms generally as they pleased, and spent hours on the beach with no supervision whatsoever.


A couple months ago, a situation like this would have come as an enormous surprise. I'd have had a hard time believing that parents would allow their preteen daughters to wander the resort in tiny little bikinis, completely unsupervised, but it's shockingly common, especially among the kind of people who can afford to come stay at places like this. If you chose this place, it meant you had money, and in spades. You'll certainly find your fair share of helicopter parents, and nuclear families tended to stick together, like herd animals, but there's a sizable minority that simply let their kiddos wander as they please, content in the knowledge that nothing truly bad could happen at a place this expensive. After all, tourism was this country's primary source of income, and the local cops were well motivated to keep any undesirables from coming near. What was the worst that could happen?

I'd come for a short vacation, a way to get away from the world for a while. I'd ended up staying the better part of the summer. I'd long overstayed my reservation, which would have been a problem for most people.

I am not most people.
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RadiantArkham!AYiAdYXpdw 14/07/14(Mon)11:25 No. 22071 ID: ee6c13

I have been horny as fuck for about 4 days now because of this story. Kudos.

Exceptional Kal 14/07/22(Tue)22:45 No. 22110 ID: 1159d0

Uncle Rick, I absolutely love your writing, any more of this coming in the future?

Anonymous 14/07/25(Fri)11:02 No. 22118 ID: 2f0627

Be honest, who else skipped all the backstory stuff, "finished" reading the story, and then was super interested in how he got the powers and went back?

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 14/05/21(Wed)05:55 No. 21803 ID: 3d7113

Indeed, please update!

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.

How to Catch a Cheater (MF, gender bender, sci-fi) Anonymous 14/05/13(Tue)16:36 No. 21754 ID: f440cf [Reply]

I couldn't help grumbling to myself as I turned off the highway in my '98 Civic. The problem that had been gnawing away at my psyche for the last 2 months had now reached a point where inaction was simply impossible. I felt betrayed, angry and very much at my wit’s end. I was going to find out for certain if my wife was cheating on me, whatever that took.


We had met in high school after being grouped together for an assignment by our teacher. Mary was 15, with dark, greasy hair, small frame and a pale complexion. Additionally, there was not much in the way of breasts. On the other hand, I was 16, a bespectacled nerd-type, tall and lanky. We made each other laugh and with our parent's permission, we started "dating." All through high school we stayed together, but while I gained a bit of a hunch from my time in front of the computer, Mary's complexion cleared, her breasts grew and she developed into an astounding beauty.

If she was aware of our disparate levels of attractiveness come prom, she never showed any sign and we both lost our virginity that night. That September we both entered Northwestern as freshman. Mary studied English and I studied biotechnology. Through all four years we stayed together, and were married the following summer. Through all that time, Mary was always the most beautiful woman in the room, and was always the object of male attention at parties. I swear that I was never jealous and with good reason, I was nailing the most beautiful girl in the world, not just regularly but constantly. Her sexual drive was more than a match for mine and she seemed to have eyes only for me.


I was now in my 2nd year of grad school at Northwestern and it had been more than 2 months since my wife had shown any interest in sex. Admittedly, I had been particularly busy over the last few weeks, but that was not uncommon and had never affected my sex life before now.

As a scientist, I was trained to examine the variables and collect data to test my hypothesis. The hypothesis in this case was that she was sleeping with her yoga instructor or her tennis instructor, both activities coinciding with her sudden lack of interest. In order to collect data, I had hired a detective more than 2 weeks ago and had yet to hear any news. Just now, however, my wife was suddenly out of town for a "family emergency" and would be gone for the foreseeable future.

To anyone else, this would mean brooding or sulking until her return, but fortunately for me, her absence gave me a unique opportunity to test my theory. As the car turned into the empty parking structure, I prepared to something unimaginable only a few months ago. Using my key I entered the building, which was as empty as I would have expected on a Sunday afternoon, prepared to steal the cutting edge research that had been the most significant part of the last year&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)01:20 No. 21821 ID: edbc81

This, except gender/body swap is one of my fetishes, especially with impreg/preg. Pretty good story, keep up the good work.

Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)07:08 No. 21824 ID: 5c4322

As a mtf with a ftm boyfriend, if fucking only.

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)11:44 No. 22116 ID: 2c66f5

you should read the manga "Family Compo". It has a very similar situation as you. With the ftm and mtf couple as the parents. Its pretty good. here is a link

Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

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Anonymous 14/07/23(Wed)07:25 No. 22113 ID: 9fd531

define terribly long

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)06:19 No. 22114 ID: a3754e

would deffo settle for hack shit tho. this aint the paris review of books

Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)08:05 No. 22115 ID: 5a335c


Get a load of this pleb.

We have waited half a year soon, what is a week or a month more to us now? Quality is worth the wait.

Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Excellent Kal 14/07/02(Wed)02:21 No. 22017 ID: 42a0b5

I love where this is going.

Anonymous 14/07/23(Wed)00:59 No. 22111 ID: 47e7b4

I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back.

That's what the blonde said. The man in the red suit was about 3 feet tall, and danced with a strange listing to his right side. Where he was from, there was always music in the air and the birds sang pretty songs. The music now was uncomfortable, and the floors were a strange jagged pattern.

"Let's rock," he said, and I when I looked up, all I could see was the spine of the roof, fan slowly spinning in silence. I followed it with my eyes, focusing on one blade, but the motion made me nauseous quickly. Rolling over, I come to see that nobody else was in the room. The memory of the night before stood up in my head and I remembered it clearly through my dreaming. My hips were sore, and I felt as though I had been hit by a couple baseball bats before falling asleep.

My mother was nowhere to be found, as I put my clothes on and wandered out into the desolate hall, dust lined on the portraits and doors. The morning light was warm from the stairwell window, as my soft footfalls pattered down the carpet and onto my floor. My door, which once was sealed, now hung open so that I may return to it. Through my morning haze, the strange dream forgotten, I remembered now that she had locked it... For what purpose? To have me see her upstairs? Feeling older than my mother, I shook my head and went into my sanctuary.

Everything was upside-down, trashed and thrown about. Bedsheets swept across the floor like a window drape in a marble hall, still clinging to my once made bed. All of my notebooks were open and strewn, as if they had been thrown about. I walked through the chaos like a ghost, an observer of the battlefield once the war had already moved on. The window was open, the real drapes billowing softly in the summer breezing.

My desk had been swept to the floor, pens and pencils rolled everywhere. Each drawer searched, every hiding place overturned. She had certainly been busy, I thought, unable to know where to start the cleaning. What was she looking for? Was this disorder intentional? It felt as though it was pure chaos for the sake of destruction. I turned from the head of my room and looked back to the door. There, at this angle, the mystery was revealed. Leaned on my pillow, intentionally placed and freed from the loose floorboard, sat my black, dick-shaped vibrator. I had to convince someone to go into the store down the highway and buy it for me, and it had sat in darkness for so long that I forgotten what it clearly looked like. It'd only seen the quiet light of the moon.

Now, the morning light from my window caught it in a favorable shade, and I could see it just as easily as my mother could. I looked about to this chaos, heartbeat rising, knowing it was all because of this. A few loose pages strewn about the rest of my belongings went up with the gust as I stormed downstairs. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/07/23(Wed)00:59 No. 22112 ID: 47e7b4


More detailed?

The Long Ride Home Batts343 14/07/14(Mon)04:00 No. 22067 ID: 5519d8 [Reply]

So my family thought it was a good idea to take the van this year on the family vacation instead of a plane. There were seven of us. Mom and dad in the front seat, my two youngest sisters and my youngest brother in the middle and I had to share the back with my oldest brother. We'll call him Jon.

I don't have anything against my family per say, but everyone gets rather testy when we're forced together for a long time. Well driving from Illinois to Las Vegas is a long time. By the time the sun set on the first day we had already had enough of each other.

Jon had slept most of the time or at least pretended to. I didn't see him move except for the times we stopped to use the restroom. I spent most of the time on my phone, browsing reddit.

I'll be honest, i'd always thought my brother was kinda cute. But it was just a fantasy. Something to think about while reading /elit/ or browsing this subreddit. But I came across a story that made me really questions if it was a fantasy or not.

I found myself thinking about touching myself under the blanket in the back seat, sitting right next to him. And that turned to thinking about touching him under the blanket. I wondered how big he was. Could I fit my hand around it? How would he react?
I snaked my hand under the blankets and poked his leg. He didn't stir. He was out cold. So I went further. I rubbed his leg. He had baggy basketball shorts on but I still felt it. I still felt his soft cock through the shorts, about midway down the thigh.

I froze. Soft, it was larger than anything i'd ever seen before or felt before. And touching it still didn't wake him. So I grabbed it through the shorts. My little hand didn't come close to going all the way around it.

I squeezed it harder, looking for a response. I got one. A simple groan and a twitch from his cock. My heart rate was picking up. I could feel it in my throat. I repositioned my blanket to hide my right arm and shoulder and I did a little test.
I stroked up and down his cock through the shorts and I watched the blanket for movement. There was a little so I moved it again. Better. There was a slight movement at the shoulder but that could be scratching, couldn't it?
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Anonymous 14/07/16(Wed)10:40 No. 22084 ID: a2fcb0

Just saw your update on /r/incest
Good writing

5078 Batts343 14/07/17(Thu)22:07 No. 22087 ID: 5519d8

Thank you =]

And yeah, very little editing is done to this.

Mmm Kal 14/07/22(Tue)22:40 No. 22109 ID: 1159d0

I sincerely enjoy what you've come up with thus far.

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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Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:35 No. 22104 ID: 38dda6

That's alright, OP. We thought your story was pretty shit too. Goodbye very friends indeed.

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:38 No. 22105 ID: e50e74

Aww, this story was my favourite. I'd say don't worry about posting different chapter lengths occasionally, I think just about everyone in here would be delighted with any content at all. I really enjoyed your style of storytelling and I hope your future stories will be just as good as this one.

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

Summer Camp FapArtist 13/10/12(Sat)23:56 No. 19908 ID: 2c8403 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Alright guys, I'm gonna try to finish this one. Its picked up better than the other two I tried to start writing, but its still going to take me a while to really get it moving. As always, I greatly appreciate feedback. Also, this is just an intro chapter, so there's only some light nudity and brief description, if you want more, let me know what you wanna see and I'll see if it fits.

(Loli, solo, group, mild exhib, etc.)


The bus slowly rolled to a stop as children shuffled and I rushed to the door of the bus. The driver half-heartedly said to wait until the bus came to a complete halt, but the door was open before her sentence was finished. Within seconds, I bolted from the bus to my house, slamming the door shut and dropping my backpack as I ran to my room. Without missing a beat, I began to change into a swimsuit. My blue jeans and bright orange shirt from the day at school were carelessly thrown to the floor, followed by my panties. I threw the closet door open and began digging through my clothes for the right match of top and bottom. After a couple of frantic minutes digging naked through the closet, I matched a white bikini top with red strings to its bottom counterpart (featuring a strawberry on the back.) As soon as I had the bottom on and the top tied, I rushed outside to the swimming pool, diving straight into the deep end and lazily floating to the surface. There's no better way to start my summer vacation.

I had been floating around for nearly half an hour as I enjoyed the cool water on my skin. It had been so hot lately and school only made it worse. For the past nine months, I'd been getting home and going straight to my room for homework and studying. My parents would probably have me doing something boring all summer, but I was going to do my best to enjoy the three months before I had to go back. Last summer I had to take piano lessons and dance classes, which took four days of each week. I couldn't make plans to go anywhere, either, because I couldn't miss any practices or recitals. Luckily, they missed the sign-up dates for piano lessons this year and dance classes would be full soon, too. Of course, that just meant that they had other plans for me; They never missed anything by accident. I grabbed a purple chair float and climbed into it, deciding to soak up some sun and rest. Swimming wore me out so fast, I was almost asleep as soon as I managed to get into the chair without it flipping over.

A while after I fell asleep in the pool, my parents got home. I didn't hear them until they came outside to check on me. They talked to me for a little bit before telling me to get out of the pool and into the shower while they prepared dinner. I managed to float to the steps in the shallow end and, thanks to the warmth of the sun, only have to Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)08:47 No. 22076 ID: fd2c20

and "cloud" is a buzzword - it's just the act of storing massive amounts of personal data on remote servers instead of on a local machine.

Anonymous 14/07/17(Thu)16:59 No. 22086 ID: b2cb96

You're right; 'Cloud' is just a buzzword. But it’s so much more than just storing personal data on remote servers though and more than just a retail offering. Individuals will always embrace new technologies early, but enterprises (and Governments) are now moving more and more to ‘Cloud’. It gives them the ability to spin up extra compute power, with storage and memory, or extra email inboxes, virtual desktops etc at a moment’s notice paying, just for what they’re using at the time and the ability to ramp part or all of it down and stop paying just as quickly. There’s lots of other benefits to ‘Cloud’ of course, but let’s not get off topic for too long
And btw, I do accept that (on balance) it’s mostly the younger individuals who are the early adopters, but like I said, youngsters don’t have all the knowledge and technical savvy - we’re the guys that invented it all :)
In the meantime OP, just keep it going; it’s just starting to get really interesting

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)16:41 No. 22107 ID: 309bec


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