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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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begging here Anonymous 16/06/04(Sat)21:21 No. 24306 ID: ed29a3

http://www.mrdouble.bz/palisade/preview_full/aboy/cumclub_full.htm
http://www.mrdouble.bz/htm/authors/aboy/tot4sale.htm
can someone please get me these stories~?




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.
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Adios,
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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 16/06/28(Tue)10:30 No. 24395 ID: 224a77

OP, please give this girl more orgasms for gods sake! I appreciate all you are doing, honestly I do, especially since ive been here since before i started college all the way up to my recent graduation. But come on m8, im getting tired of reading about how he always jizzes into her mouth! Give her more orgasms too. That shit is the absolute best stuff to read. Maybe even have him give HER oral or something? Just random ideas from an anon who likes his elit.


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 16/06/29(Wed)15:49 No. 24399 ID: efecb8

I woke up with something heavy on top of me and blinked at the morning sunlight filtering through the nylon roof above me. Looking down I saw a tangle of Sara's light brown, almost blonde, hair sticking out the top of the sleeping bag, right where my chest was.

I slid one hand down her smooth back, cupping her butt and squeezing gently, and told her it was to get up. No response. I jostled her and repeated myself, a bit louder this time.

"Nn-nn."

"Yuh-huh. C'mon, time to get up, kiddo."

"Nnnn."

"Seriously, I really have to pee."

She stuck her head out of the sleeping bag, blinking sleepily, and dug her chin into my chest uncomfortably. After a moment, she responded, "I do too," but didn't make a move to get up.

I unzipped the two sleeping bags and peeled them apart, revealing her naked body lying on top of mine. She blushed adorably as she sat up, and I kissed her forehead and said, "good morning."
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Anonymous 16/06/29(Wed)21:00 No. 24400 ID: f7d406

>>24399
Thank you for the update, it's nice she got to orgasm but I gotta say overall I was a bit underwhelmed by this new part. It seems like just a repeat of older stories. I guess that's bound to happen considering this is written over the span of 4 years but it's still a bit disappointing. I guess now that I have to wait for updates instead of just constantly reading I expect more things to happen, stuff to progress faster. I still appreciate the update though and hope you'll continue writing.




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hair was dark down there, she'd lifted his shirt so Julie could see his abs flexing as Lori teased and suckled at him like a popsicle. In that second stolen moment, Nick Clark ceased being just her beloved older brother, but the star supreme of her sexual awakening.
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Anonymous 16/06/26(Sun)10:07 No. 24388 ID: b4fb23

I really like this, thank you for writing.


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Anonymous 16/06/27(Mon)03:42 No. 24390 ID: 64f9b2

again, not my bent, but if i dont think about the inc/loli aspects, just 4 young women in love, this is a great story. well written, moving, plz keep up the good work. if ur lookn for constructive criticisms, i cant help. not even many grammatical or spelling errors. well done


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Anonymous 16/06/29(Wed)09:20 No. 24398 ID: 0540d8

This is a fun story, really enjoying reading it. Thanks for all the updates.




Omelas 2: Stolen Sacrifice tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 15/09/13(Sun)04:40 No. 23831 ID: 2700cc [Reply]

Not every mother was willing to let her daughter be chosen by a creature for the purpose of being raped and killed. Quinn's mother, Merci, listened to the screams of the last victim for three years, trembling at the high-pitched sounds of terror while holding her daughter who was chosen to be the next one.

So, in the middle of the night, Merci packed up her family and fled the Ring Villages to save her daughter. But, there were other creatures out there, ones with their Omelas, and they were forced to continue fleeing until they came to a former barbarian city, The Mountain Cunt, and where Quinn could finally grow up without fear of the creature from the Bordeli Forest.

But, it was hard for Quinn to fight her nature. She was an Omelas, even if she didn't know it.

This is an erotic novella with all the important things I like in my stories: a sexy woman, a destiny that couldn't be denied, threesomes, huge cocks, tentacles, oviposition, non-consensual tentacles, more tentacles, and fuck, let's add more tentacles.


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Stolen Sacrifice 05: The Drunken Squire (MMF magic exhib) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/06/19(Sun)00:09 No. 24366 ID: 2700cc

After less than a half hour at the Drunken Squire, nestled between Rober and Skein, Quinn was feeling pretty good. The half-finished glass of ice wine on the table was her second since they arrived but her young body wasn't used to the alcohol. It throbbed through her veins, a slick sensation that filled her completely from fingers to toes.

She smiled and leaned to the side, enjoying the heat that radiated from Skein's shoulder as she rested her cheek against him.

The solider chuckled and pushed his large glass of lager to his other hand. He leaned his head against her head so his cheek pressed against her forehead. "How are you doing, dearest?"

"Might need to stop. I still have to head home and I'm getting a bit...." She couldn't come up with the word.

Rober chuckled and slid his hand along her thigh, the thick fingers easily curling against her inner skin and pushing the fabric up. "Loose?"

"No... buzzed." She twisted slightly, spreading her legs further apart. The fingers sliding up her thigh, trailing the rough fingertips against her smooth skin felt good. At the junction, Rober's destination, she was already slick with heat and desire, a hunger that she felt whenever she breathed in the scent of the two men framing her.

Skein leaned into her further. "You don't mind Rober, do you?"

Rober froze.
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Chapter 6: Between the Sheets (no sex) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/06/22(Wed)09:40 No. 24377 ID: 2700cc

"How was your day?"

Quinn looked up from her dinner, a simple meal that she had been pushing around the plate for the last half hour. "W-What?"

"Your day?" Her mother said as she tugged on her blonde hair. Quinn's eyes focused on the movement for a while, a feeling of dread growing inside her. Her mother only pulled on her hair when she was avoiding talking about the past or when she was annoyed.

Thinking fast, Quinn tried not to think about the two fresh runes between her moist thighs. Grinding her legs together, she gulped and glanced down at her plate. "It was okay."

Jed snorted from the other side of the table.

Their mother glared at him. "You be quiet." Turning back to Quinn, she smiled sweetly and the dread inside Quinn spiked. "I heard you've been hanging around town for the last two days. Someone saw you walking with some army soldiers yesterday."

Quinn glanced at Jed, she knew who "someone" was.

Jed grinned evilly back.
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Chapter 7: Picnic (FMM 1st cons oral anal) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/06/29(Wed)06:19 No. 24397 ID: 2700cc

Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she walked along the dirt trail leading up into the forests above the Clit. Her summer dress fluttered in the wind, but she wasn't sure how much of it was Rober's magic or the breeze that rolled off the bay kilometers away. After the last half kilometer, she didn't really care either since every caress of wind against her inner thighs and along her ass brought a tremor of anticipation that kept her hot and slick.

"I never get tired of this view," said Rober from behind her. He carried a basket of food in his hand with his other hand in his pocket. When she glanced back, she could tell that he had been hard for some time judging from the tiny wet spot on the front of his trousers.

"Oh?" she asked, knowing full well that he was looking at her ass. She never thought of it sexy, but Rober's attention was hard to deny there was something about her rounded buttocks.

"The most perfect cheeks," came the solemn reply. "There is nothing better."

Quinn grinned and straightened, arching her back slightly so her ass and breasts stuck out.

Ahead of her, Skein watched with a smile on his lips. He had a large bundle with him, the rest of the picnic supplies. His eyes trailed down her body, the gaze hot enough she could feel it dancing across her skin. It made her feel beautiful, the way he looked at her.

Rober came up next to her, his hand sliding up against her ass. Even with his large grip, her buttock was too large to fit in his palm. The rounded bum felt right in his grip, even when he tightened it and two fingers slid down the line of her ass.

She moaned and leaned into him.
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Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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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 16/06/10(Fri)14:27 No. 24338 ID: 2d9dd5

>>24337
I suppose it's possible to maintain version control like git so that multiple people can edit it on their own time. But I understand if you'd rather not. As far as stories of my own up so far, I do not actually have any yet but have been inspired to start. I really love the works of AnonyMPC. I'm looking forward to your next installment either way, keep it up!


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Anonymous 16/06/15(Wed)15:01 No. 24354 ID: 7e2d9f

Really enjoying this story so far. Been following it for about a year do glad you kept writing it. Keep up the good work! :)


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Soli 16/06/29(Wed)04:37 No. 24396 ID: cd8c01

Ok guys. Here we go again. Gonna try to go ahead and wrap this one up pretty soon and start posting another I've been working on. As long as I feel in the mood to write, this one should be over within the next few weeks or so. Hope you guys have enjoyed it. Anyway here's the next chapter.



Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, while all three girls scampered across the hall to the bathroom to clean up. After a couple minutes of catching my breath, I decide I should probably go too. I could already feel the mixture of cum and girl juices drying on my cock, and if I didnt go wash it off, im sure it would have smelled pretty bad before too long. So with almost inhuman effort, I pried myself from the bed and made to follow.

Each step was like walking through wet cement. My legs were jello and I felt as if I had just gotten off one of those centrifugal force fairgound rides where you get inside and it spins so fast you get pressed up against the sides.

Still, onward I trudged, until I came to my pants crumpled on the floor. I hesitated, dreading pulling out my phone, but still part of me hoped that I had left him terribly disappointed by covering my webcam and leaving my phone behind.

Gingerly I bent down, nearly losing my balance in the process, and pulled my phone free. I wasn't at all prepared for what I found when I flipped on my screen. Nothing. There was no text, no threatening voicemail in a robotic voice. I mean sure, he had never done that anyway, but he could have.

A wave of relief washed over me. Maybe he had been called away by business, or had been so annoyed he didnt even bother to say anything, or who knows. But for that night I had been free, and it felt incredible. Of course, I had no way of knowing then what the next morning would hold, or the events that would follow. So with a new spring in my step, I crossed the hall into the bathroom with the girls.

When I entered, Sarah was sitting on the toilet. She looked up at me with a look of shock on her face. "Oh. Um... I'm not like, going, or anything. Im just getting the cum out...."
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A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 16/06/07(Tue)22:00 No. 24323 ID: a609fb

If you go to his Hentai-Foundry page, and look at the "last connected", it's only a couple days ago, so clearly he's still alive and out there. Whether he's writing, who knows, life may have gotten busy for him. But there's a comment section there that he probably gets email notifications for, and that might be a better way to answer your questions than discussing it here.


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Anonymous 16/06/25(Sat)12:01 No. 24385 ID: cef8fd

http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=15949428


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Anonymous 16/06/26(Sun)08:29 No. 24387 ID: edf4a7

>>24323
Speaking of that website, is there a way to see an author's works on his page? It always seems like there are many less stories there than advertised.




Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/09/01(Mon)10:18 No. 22364 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

If the text had come from anyone except Megan, I would have simply added their name to my kill-list, and gone back to sleep. Instead, I grabbed my phone and gave her a call.

“I'm going to strangle you.” I said, by way of greeting.

“Why? You at work, cuz?” She sounded tipsy, but lucid, which was actually rather good for her. and she seemed to be forcing a playful tone, which meant she was worried. Damnit.

“I just had three twelve hour shifts in a row during finals week, because my boss is a sadistic twat. I had one final yesterday between my second and third shifts, and my last final is coming up in... just under seven hours. I literally just crawled in bed eleven minutes ago. You'd better be dying.”

“Oh, Ethan, I'm ssoo sorry. I'll be fine. Good luck on the final, and stuff.”

I sighed. “Are you somewhere safe?”

“For the moment, yeah. It's alright, we'll find someone to give me a ride.”

Megan wouldn't have called me on a weeknight if she'd had any decent options, and I didn't want to think about what kind of person they'd find willing to give a bunch of drunk junior high girls a ride. I wasn't be able to rest easy until I heard she was somewhere safe anyway, so I resigned myself to the innevitable and said, “Don't bother, just text me the address. I'm on my way.”
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Bkil 15/02/22(Sun)09:49 No. 23309 ID: ddaa83

>>22485
For the high school football story was it a long story called New Friends?


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Anonymous 16/06/15(Wed)18:49 No. 24358 ID: ea95d8

Not my bent but too good of a story to scroll off


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Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)00:52 No. 24374 ID: 0f9ea3

>>22483
Wow, I remember the loli shape changing alien story. Only vaguely, cause it was nearly a decade ago, I think. And I didn't save it sadly.

It was really good though. Didn't it end with the protagonist morphing alien loli using a thermite bomb to blow up the evil morphing loli alien? Good stuff.




Summer Camp FapArtist 13/10/12(Sat)23:56 No. 19908 ID: 2c8403 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [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.)


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LILLY

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 16/03/03(Thu)18:23 No. 24140 ID: 7b8b7b

Like the last poster I'm worried that you may have given up on this FapArtist. Please get back to us to say you haven't, even if you don't have an update ready yet (Computer and Internet savvy technocrat - Caucasian M, 60)


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Anonymous 16/06/20(Mon)00:02 No. 24371 ID: 670237

>>23202

You gave us all hope that you were continuing with this story. It's too good to write so many words and fail to finish it. So please, from all of us, find it in your heart and find the time, to satisfy yourself and your audience!


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HigherMoose 16/06/20(Mon)02:20 No. 24372 ID: 62b1d7

>>24371

If it's been over a year, give it up. Read stuff by authors who still post.




Uninvited\UncleRick Listen to Tombs 14/12/07(Sun)07:06 No. 22915 ID: 7e9f2f [Reply]

Mg, noncon, violence

Due to unexpected circumstances, I am currently limited to my phone. Haven't done any extensive writing on my phone, and I made the mistake of trying to switch to a different program for the editing. Turns out I had to switch file formats, which had a number of unforseen odd effects. One of which was the way a random group of sentences in nearly every paragraph was repeated three times.

It was a real pain in the ass to get it back into even this good of shape, it was an enormous pain in the ass doing this on a touchscreen, I didn't really feel up to going over it again for a true editing pass, and I might have even missed quite a few formatting mistakes. Hope you still find some thing to tickle your fantasy.

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My payday was right were he said she'd be, shuffling along the dirt path with downcast eyes. I wondered what tiny troubles burdened her tender, young soul. I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl I bet she was dreaming of a prince, hoping he would come take her away from whatever troubles weighed so heavily on the mind of a peasant girl. It was always a prince they wanted, in my experience. E E Even the whores, and camp followers who were little better, would giggle and whisper behind their hands when the Prince Regent rode past. Didn't matter that he was balding with gap teeth and a weak chin, his clothes were silk and velvet, his chains were gold, and his long legged charger alone was worth more than I'd ever earned, begged, borrowed or stolen in my life.

Sorry little girl, he's not a prince, but you're still quite the lucky young girl. She was younger than I'd been lead to believe, in all honesty, but that was none of my business. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration. The rest of the description fit her to a T, even the parts I'd assumed were exaggeration.

I waited for her to come up the path a bit then jumped out, practically on top of her already, and gave her my best leer. She rabbit ed with a terrified shriek, and I gave chase, doing my best impression of Malcolm the Molester.

Malcolm had been a veteran by the time i joined, and had survived a number of engagements already, though he'd gone more than a little cracked. Back during the seige, when the only things to do were drill, drink, fight, and fuck, he'd choose fuck every time it was an option. When he wasn't fucking, he was talking about it. Almost never talked about anything else. It had become something of a company tradition to wait outside the whores' tent and cheer him on while he hurle Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/01/29(Fri)07:10 No. 24091 ID: 781662

Bump full of misplaced optimism and jizz.


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Anonymous 16/05/10(Tue)00:43 No. 24256 ID: 781662

>>24091
^ This.


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Anonymous 16/06/19(Sun)09:57 No. 24370 ID: c1c396

>>23058
>January 2015

Life is horrible




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