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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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Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)04:51 No. 22314 ID: 5221f4

I remember reading a story on here a while back where the girl was made out of jello or something and it was surprisingly hot. Anyone remember that?

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.

Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/04/24(Thu)10:29 No. 21602 ID: f21af2

My guess is that they'll have a three way Marcus, mother, and girlfriend probably at matts house during his birthday haha.. Poor Matt

Anonymous 14/07/13(Sun)07:01 No. 22065 ID: c24e04

My guess? Marcus is actually the main character

Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead

Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply]

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 14/08/18(Mon)23:05 No. 22312 ID: fac323

>I also think the claim that it changed from a slow buildup to be hilarious. He got a handjob from his sister in the shower, for fuck's sake.

Yeah, that happened after 5 chapters of nosex. That's a fairly slow build up

Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)10:27 No. 22317 ID: 036a9b

I'm alright with the PREMISE of the fashion show, and the execution was fine, but the fact that his sister had obtained a "sexy schoolgirl" outfit seemed a bit of a stretch.

Soli 14/08/19(Tue)20:00 No. 22322 ID: 741fe9

If you think of it like the adult costumes they sell at sex shops it may be a stretch. The constituent parts however aren't hard to come by. A skirt, tank top, shirt, and stockings, could be bought pretty much anywhere. There's also amazon, which she could have easily used a gift card on to purchase the clothes.

However, it was implied, but not explicitly stated that the clothes actually belonged to Ella.

Stray AiraAA 14/01/25(Sat)01:44 No. 20898 ID: 62eca2 [Reply]

Summary: A lonely math teacher finds a homeless girl hiding in his porch in a particularly rainy day and takes her in. Struggling with his strong pedophile tendencies, moral limits becomes blurry.

TAGS: Mg, dubcon, slow, Mdom, (Maybe a few will change)

Warning: Don't expect a quick fap. I like the tension and the story will progress at a slow pace. It is my first time posting here and English is not my first language.


Chapter one – Matheus’ point of view –

Routine is a nice thing. Not, you know, the most necessary thing of all, I’m not that sick. Well, at least not because of that. But, anyway, routine is the way I know everything is going just right.
My routine starts at 6 am. I take a quick shower, put on some clothes, brush my teeth, eat a pair of toasts with some juice, brush my teeth again, grab my papers and keys and go to school, try to get teenagers to learn math, get out, stop on the market and buy groceries and a little something for the stray dog that decided to live on my front yard, feed said dog, go inside, have lunch, do whatever’s left of my work and then basically do whatever I want, usually means video games, some internet and running in the little park in front of my house.
Today, like every day, should be no different, with the exception of a little meeting among teachers. Little did I know.
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Anonymous 14/08/12(Tue)03:32 No. 22245 ID: 42b7e2

Brilliant writing. Can't wait!!

Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)12:23 No. 22310 ID: b07e95


Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)18:59 No. 22321 ID: ffb8ea


This story hasn't been updated in almost 6 months. Don't hold your breath fellas.

Fair Game (Fantasy, OC) Ahiylen 14/05/21(Wed)12:51 No. 21807 ID: 7068f9 [Reply]


Long ago I was a member of a clan of the Bilewood, we were a fea clan, and we were far from honest or virtuous. Each clan fought; they fought themselves, each other, and the important fights fell in the shadows. My clan however was a subordinate family of Oracles in service of a warrior caste clan, together we were one of the most powerful.

I was an Acolyte of the Oracles, but the processed used to awaken our magic would often take days, months, or in my case more than a year to subside. To put the process simply─ a part of your aura is suspended outside your body through a mark the more you can channel out the longer it takes to return and control it, and the more powerful you are expected to be. I was extremely powerful but unable to focus my aura, and the only Acolyte in decades to actually make the mark more powerful instead of absorb it.

Long before I could begin to master myself my clan was conquered. It’s the nature of the Bilewood that the weak are weeded out by the strong, and the constant strife left the Bilewood’s clans resistant to the outside world; that was until the Cleft clan began trading for arcane weaponry to take over other clans, and trading away slaves for more weaponry. I know not how the fighting went. As it went the priests and oracles were hidden away; with me amongst the acolytes of them. We were surrendered as slaves in what ever conditions our clans made for peace.

The sorting took days, and much more than the acolytes were surrendered to them; the least renown of us were left to be sorted days later. I felt lucky that I’d be sorted initially with the commoners.

Then in happend I was addressed by a strangely dressed soldier in loose fit black and gray layers of cloth and fine chain mesh. He had midnight blue hair that fell down in spike locks around his eyes and held back by his pale ears and falling haphazardly around his neck.

I was picked so very late as I’d been in civilian clothing, a vine framed blouse of tan ivy fiber falling loosely just above darker brown short split skirt that I fastened just below my belly button to hide the Oliva Mar marking; which had become a point of shame in my life. The whole outfit blended with my dark olive skin, and long butt length auburn hair which I had in a three quarters length braid revealing my long black and red sifte’ ears.

(Sifte’ are a wilde fea who are considered by most to be ferral of our Vexan and Aurder cousens. Aesthetically we have wider noses with longer and wider ears than most other fea, and much like the Vexen we often are born with beastial eyes, earthen skin, stripping in our hair, and less often we have stripping and other dark patterns on our faces and bodies.)
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Ahiylen 14/06/08(Sun)10:59 No. 21915 ID: 7068f9

It's a shame she didn't see* the ritual or what Iabsade needed from her for it. I could've gotten a cringe and~ a wince outta you.

Also you're welcome because I think this is the only audience that's ever going to know that lady's name.

Anonymous 14/08/16(Sat)19:03 No. 22294 ID: fac323

Any plans for a continuation of this? It was quite good

Next Chapter Ahiylen 14/08/19(Tue)16:51 No. 22320 ID: 7068f9

I'm working on getting some edits done on the third chapter, I had to take a brake from writing during the summer semester because I had a very heavy load of classes. I might post a more rough draft today, if not expect a better draft than what I may or may not have posted elsewhere already. *Cough Cough 99 Cough Cough*

Forewarning though the third chapter is a lot less juicy than the first two, not as much by any personal intention. I have less control over my stories than you might expect, and I'm very worried about this chapter as it's been exhausting to write. Even editing it makes me light headed, and if I can convey even a tenth of what it's making me feel I'd be happy...

However my track record with this kind of writing isn't good so I'm going to spend some more time editing. It's a worry that hit's me twofold as I really do care about getting it right, but I'm just not able to really focus because I'm feeling it too much. Now I'm ranting.

TLDR; the next chapter is otw, but probably not going to make too many people happy, and I'm sorry about that.

Standard Candles - a series of short stories in space Deep Thirteen 14/06/30(Mon)10:16 No. 22004 ID: 713612 [Reply]

--Flotsam and Jetsam--

'The Queen's Honor' drifts with the azure light of Heracia's star at her stern. A mighty vessel that has been witness and participant to battles for almost a full century, now sails to signal the beginning of a new era of peace before she is decommissioned from the fleet.

Inside old soldiers, politicians, the well-to-do, and their servants revel in drink, song, dance, and good spirits. Below them, past old and empty hangars and ammunition stores trudge Gabriel and Ninza, stalwart fleet engineers, assigned lower deck maintenance for this final flight.

"Christ she's got a big ass," Huffs Gabriel as he lifts his tool kit back onto his shoulders. Standing a sturdy six feet tall, with a somewhat athletic build suitable for a battleship engineer, he's a fine olive skinned and dark haired example of the human race.

Ninza, a female of the Finara, comes in at three and a half feet tall with a slim build that betrays powerful muscles beneath teal colored skin with stripes of color running from her forehead to down the back of her neck. She stares up at him for a moment in confusion, before an almost visible light of realization shines in her eyes. "Ah! You mean the ship! I forget that your people refer to vessels as female sapients. Curious, as I would think anything built for war would be considered more masculine for a species where the males are larger."

"Hell if I know why," he said while looking down at the electronic cigarette holder he just pulled from his pocket. Thumbing the display controls he grumbled when he saw he was almost empty. Before he could open it however a small blue-green finger came into his field of view and pressed against the lid.

"You know you shouldn't," Ninza said softly.

Gabriel tried not to look at her, because he knew exactly what face she was making. That face that convinced him to join the fleets engineering corps. That face that convinced him not to gamble his commission on the Dergag fights. That face that he saw when he closed his eyes during a fire fight that kept him fighting.
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Anonymous 14/07/06(Sun)07:16 No. 22042 ID: f5b1c2

>His eyes, compound in structure, wrap around the sides of a somewhat conical head and possess a color reminiscent of gold. Atop his head a pair of short antenna point forward, occasionally rubbing together to flick off some debris. Attached to his jaw are long pincers, slightly darker than the rest of his skin that when pressed together form a sort of horseshoe like shape in front of his mouth.
All present tense. Kellen's description was in past tense.

>His upper thorax resembled the thoracic structure of most known intelligent species, somewhat broad shoulders and proportionally long arms. The forearm structure ballooned slightly as if possessing an extra structure inside it and additional body armor, with his hands ending with three somewhat sharp fingers. Below these arms and just under his chest were tucked in secondary arms, smaller and shorter they were used for more delicate task an were home to sets of four rounded fingers. On either side of his upper thorax, a wave like motion of plates was an indication of his calm breathing.
Back to past tense again.

>His lower thorax acts as the hub of his four long powerful legs, with a structure more akin to a spider than any insect.

>His back bore a hardened forewing structure that no doubt guarded a more delicate set below and behind him a long, thin, but currently curled abdomen that was capped by a rounded metal accoutrement. That and a simple black vest, utilitarian and weighted down by various tools, are the only objects on his person.

There's more throughout the text. Are you a native German speaker, by any chance? I've heard they have trouble with tenses when writing in English.

Deep Thirteen 14/07/06(Sun)14:19 No. 22043 ID: 713612

I'm not... But I REALLY should have noticed that... Wow.

Thanks for pointing it out! I really appreciate it... It's something I have to watch out for.

Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)15:51 No. 22319 ID: 190396

Fantastic work - I'm hanging out for more...

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 14/08/15(Fri)19:03 No. 22287 ID: d40b75

Your work shows considerable potential, The web is getting Incredibly tangled to the point where it's getting hard to keep track of things and even harder to foretell anything, All I can ask is you keep writing. The mass conspiracy is an interesting touch and I look forward to seeing how it influences Vienna. I also hate Victor more with every meeting...

Shadow 14/08/16(Sat)07:10 No. 22290 ID: 3756c5

I'm getting bad feelings again.... Victor is another slimeball that needs to die in a fire. May he get the fate he deserves.

But please keep writing, or the suspense may be the end of me.

Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)14:00 No. 22318 ID: 13cbd7

i come to this page everyday just to see if this story or Roomates has been updated.

Thai Futa story (No name right now) Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)05:47 No. 22306 ID: 33249d [Reply]

Hey, it's been a while since I wrote anything and I feel like doing some. Let me know if anyone is interested in seeing more:

…I have no balls. I am so pathetic.

Sorry. I don’t really know how to do this. This is my first time doing any of this stuff. Ugh, this is hard to do. I can’t stop just talking about how much of a piece of shit I am.

Let’s start again. My name is…not important. I don’t know if I’m really comfortable using any names. I don’t know who is going to read this. I don’t even know if I will ever release this. This may remain as just a text file on my hard drive.

I am a nerd. That part I’m okay with telling you. I’ve had some girlfriends before. I am, as the manager of the dudes in IT Crowd, a standard nerd. I am lanky, I take care of myself okay. I am in my mid 20’s and I work at an office job. I spend most of my time writing useless reports and attending meetings.

What you might not be familiar with is the other stuff about this world. Maybe in 20 years everything will go back to the way it was. There was this gender reassignment drug that came out about 20 years ago. Apparently, it had a negative effect if you also take an antidepressant. The effect is that there are many women that were born that were born with a penis.

Well, there’s a really big reason why I’m talking about this. That reason is Mali. She is the reason why I feel I’m so pathetic. I don’t know who would not given her…endowments.

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Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)06:00 No. 22307 ID: 33249d

Sorry I should also say this story will be futa on male.

Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)09:50 No. 22316 ID: 0ec47e

I am interested in seeing more.

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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KiryuEX 14/05/03(Sat)21:40 No. 21676 ID: 8303ab

I've posted this story again here:
in an attempt to keep this story from dying.

Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)18:25 No. 22311 ID: 65943f

anyone continuing?

VAGINAL SPIDERS 14/08/19(Tue)06:00 No. 22315 ID: 58a838

I'd love to continue where I left off, but I just started a new job (again), so it'll take me a while to settle in

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