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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.

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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Victor Plot Thing Random+Evername 14/06/21(Sat)01:56 No. 21972 ID: 17ab4b

I think I get you. It's definitely one of the problems that I have (over-plotting). Victor is the thread that will weave all of these diverse characters together. I will strive not to get bogged down with him.

The story is mostly about the relationship between Kyler and Vienna.

Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)12:44 No. 22090 ID: b2cb96

A really good story OP; I've a feeling it's on the verge of become great. Keep it up and thanks

Anonymous 14/08/01(Fri)15:07 No. 22160 ID: 991624

Just want to say, I don't like victor but... no such thing as overplotting

The Game MuchAnon 14/08/01(Fri)12:41 No. 22159 ID: 67546e [Reply]

"So, are you in?"

She closed her eyes in concentration, considering. It seemed pretty high risk... but with similarly high rewards. And, really, she wasn't satisfied with her career - flipping burgers with an art degree is very similar to flipping burgers without, except even less fulfilling and rewarding - the student loans ate up much of the income.

"It's just one month, right?"
"So... twenty-eight days?"

The man gave a broad grin, which made it seem like his head split in two for a moment. High cheekbones, long black hair tied into a ponytail, a greek nose and steel-grey eyes lent him a stern air.

"Well, aren't you the clever one, already having wriggled out of nine point seven percent of the original task. Sure! Twenty-eight days. Be here before midnight - as that is when the day officially ends - twenty-eight days from now, and you'll have won. As simple as that. Of course, if you don't..."

He returned his attention to his plate, picking out another piece of lobster, shortly breaking the carapace and sucking out the white meat. Twenty-eight days. Twenty-eight changes to her being, then. Of course, when she won she could simply ask to have them undone. Twenty-eight days... Not very long a sacrifice for a complete change in quality of life. Not like she had other options in that regard, either: she had had no success with her art yet (the traditionalists had told her it was too contemporary, the contemporarists too avant-garde and the avant-gardists too traditional). Getting another degree would leave her with twice the mountain of debt, with no way to pay her existing one in the meantime.

She let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine. I accept."
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Puppy Mill (mdom size nc magic petgirl) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 11/10/03(Mon)01:17 No. 13936 ID: 0b2ce7 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Merrie rushed out the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her leather boots scraping on the rough wooden step. She spun around and yanked the door shut. The magical rune below the handle flashed twice, then turned red. Releasing it, she hurried down the small garden and along the wooden boardwalk that ran along the dirt road.

"I'm late, I'm late," she chanted as she cut across the street and headed down Malcom East. Her skirt, the only clean one in the house, was shorter than she normally wore to work; it teased her upper thighs and she felt the warm spring air running past her legs. The brilliant red fabric was light and breezy. It complemented her cream blouse and socks that stopped right below her knees. The only piece of jewelery she wore was a butterfly hairpiece to hold back her curly, blonde hair.

Ten minutes into her bustle, her thighs burned with her efforts to hurry up. She crossed Center Line Road at a diagonal and jumped up on the boardwalk on the far side. The crowds were thicker near the center of the city and she had to push her way around people to make it to work on time.

Ahead, she saw a man standing in the center of the pedestrian traffic, creating a swirl of humanity as they circled around him. He was watching everyone through dark eyes. As she drew closer, she saw he wore studded leather armor and had a sword. She grabbed her handbag and felt a surge of worry. Very few people outside of the city guards wore weapons in town, more so during the middle of the work week.

She ducked her head and passed him. As she did, she heard him speak in a throaty growl. "Oh yeah, that's the one."

Peeking up, she saw him staring straight at her. With a squeak, she snapped her head back forward and pushed her way through the crowds. The look he gave her sickened her stomach and she wanted to get as far away as possible.

She slowed when she saw another man in leather armor standing at the opposite end of the block. His back was too her but doing the same thing as the first, watching the people as they passed.

Merrie came to a stop and turned around. The man behind her had resumed his watching the crowds. Looking around, Merrie spotted another watcher on the far side of the block, opposite of the first. When she saw the third, she knew there would be a fourth.
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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/05/14(Wed)07:47 No. 21764 ID: e1353d

Thank you!

TallThinker!9N4nUN7jEY 14/06/02(Mon)05:22 No. 21868 ID: 833a89

Great story. I'm loving what you are doing with the character development.

I just finished Chapter 53 >>17399 but one thing has been nagging at me. When faced with the attackers, why didn't Merrie push out her emotions like in Chapter 35 >>16442 ?

It almost seems like she is solely relying on the constructed rune-type magic. Since she could project her emotions without her additional knowledge, wouldn't this have been an easier/less tiring alternative than building the complex spells?

Or was Chapter 35 used to establish a more solid foundation of how her power is manifested?

tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/06/03(Tue)16:55 No. 21876 ID: e1353d


Two things mainly. The first is that bonding changed her powers, which causes her to work with the runes more than the pure emotional projection. She wants to use shadow magic because that is what Kine gave her. It is more of a reflexive action. Also, shadow magic (runes) is more effective for less power. You get efficiency and lack of flexibility when you use spells.

The second is that her emotional push is only really effective against submissives. The closer they are to puppies/subs themselves, the more powerfully it can affect them. Front-line fighters and assassins, as a general term, typically aren't submissive enough with her skill at that point in the story.

Thank you for reading!

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 14/07/24(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.

Anonymous 14/07/27(Sun)20:59 No. 22125 ID: 03cb57

Dude, from one writer to another: you can't wait for inspiration to strike. It will never strike you if you're not already writing. Sit down and write. The disgusting perverts here are waiting with bated breath and throbbing erections for the rest of your story. Don't you want to give it to them?

Anonymous 14/08/01(Fri)05:45 No. 22156 ID: 82d707

back to the front with you!!!

My Supernatural Brother Mint 13/06/11(Tue)04:57 No. 19149 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Summary: Sadie's brother has always been beyond normal, what with his ability to manipulate people's memories, feelings and thoughts with a simple touch and to have every pubescent girl to find him irresistible, but when Sadie's memories start going up missing, mysterious debts piling up and her brother getting involved in more and more shady business, can she find out what he's up to before they both end up paying the price?

Contains: anal, oral, pregnant, bondage, mind control, group sex, interracial, shota, M/F, F/F, M/F/F, M/F/F+, M/M, incest, uniform (as in, having sex in one), virgin, masturbation, toys, slavery, traps, and probably more I'm not thinking of.

(A/N: Yep, I'm back. I'm going to try and keep this one short. I think that was my problem with my other stories. I'm very busy so I don't know when I'll update this next, but it won't be like my frequent hiatuses. Also of note is that while this chapter is almost entirely under-aged girls, the entire story will not be that way. The brother will help some people with...odd requests. On with the show!)


Her name was Sadie Hendrix. Her parents died when she was young and she remembered them very little. She was instead raised by her older brother with money he got from...interesting sources. After their parents died he somehow got himself declared emancipated, an adult and her guardian. How could he have managed to do all of this so young? Well...he wasn’t what one would call a normal person.

Sadie’s alarm went off. She groaned and flopped around for several moments, trying to get up the strength to turn it off. When she finally did she still didn’t get up. She felt stiff and weak. She had woken up this way for quite some time now. She also had a fever that would go on and off. Suffice it to say she seemed to have a recurring illness that just wouldn’t go away. Her brother had taken her to the doctor to have her tested for a variety of things. The doctors stated that she probably just had a stubborn bug and be sure to get plenty of rest. Sadie groaned and got up from her bed. Whatever it was, she hoped it would soon be over. She stepped into her bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She had golden blonde hair and brown eyes. She also had freckles that dotted her face. Her body was also losing the stubbiness of being child and was beginning to elongate into a teenager. It made her look very mature for twelve years old. Right now however she was looking at her skin rather than her body. The paleness had seemingly faded from her cheeks and her eyes looked bright again. A week ago she almost looked like a ghost. Perhaps the doctor was right. She had a big night ahead of her. Every Friday her brother and she went to play laser tag. Lately, because of her illness, she hadn’t been able to. With all the wei Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Tater Chips 14/07/28(Mon)05:28 No. 22127 ID: 62b1d7


HAW HAW! Just kidding, it was me. Actually, I'm Mint's roommate (no homo). He's um...temperamental to say the least. When I wrote my story (which is lower in the list, feel free to look at it...winkwink) I showed it to him and he mentioned this place. He said he really liked it here, but he won't come back again. He SAYS that it wouldn't be fair to you guys as he drops stories so quickly. He gets writer's block really easy and felt like that if he started on this he would just quit eventually again. So in short: it's not you, it's him. He just needs to see other people.

Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)19:31 No. 22151 ID: 53f8ee

Finished or not, I still like to read the stories posted on this board - especially Mint's. Single chapters are enjoyable as well and tell you something about the writer. I understand how hard it is to finish a story, but elit doesn't require this. It's more like a playground to learn writing.

Anonymous 14/08/01(Fri)03:37 No. 22155 ID: 06cc7b

No problem. I can wait.
His stories kinda changed my life. I broke up with my long-standing BF to find someone as much of a sadist as Mint made me.

Military Brats (B/S Incest) Chalc 14/07/30(Wed)03:44 No. 22136 ID: cb7628 [Reply]

This is my first time writing. LMK your honest opinions, and if there is any interest I'll gladly continue the story.

Growing up as a military brat, my parents moved us around a lot. We would be stationed in a country for three to four years and then be on our way again because Dad's job required him too. I don't understand the whole let us leave you here for a quick tour idea, but my parents loved it because they got to travel the world for free, and it was their dream to do so. Growing up I remember my older sister complaining about how she would always lose her friends when we moved, and how far away we were from “normal” people (I think she meant Americans). I never really had an issue with it, because I am your typical male teen who plays video games and now with the way the internet is, I am never without friends when I am home.

This past year we just moved to Okinawa and let me tell you I love it here. The people are amazingly friendly, the food is amazing, the cars are everything a young boy dreams of, and of course there is an abundance of arcades. Luckily for me, my parents moved us over here in the summer instead of during the middle of the school year. That meant plenty of time for me and my sister to look around the island together, see the sites with our parents, and to relax at the house in the air conditioning.

My sister Tori is your typical popular girl when it comes to school. Everybody always notices her when she enters a room, I think it's mainly because she is 5'10”, has platinum blonde hair that went to her waist, a perfect tan year round and piercing sapphire blue eyes. Or maybe its because she has a perfect body from being a year swimmer and being a health nut. She was the definition of the trophy daughter always getting the top marks in her classes and being a champion athlete. On the other hand I'm not much to look at. I'm 5'11” with brown hair and light hazel eyes, a few scars from skateboarding back when we lived in Germany, athletic build from playing sports my parents forced me into, and of course my glasses from staring at computer monitors from the age of 15 on up.

Now being that I spent a lot of time at home and my sister was the social butterfly of the family, I knew I was going to be the one to help unload everything in the house and to help bring boxes to all the different rooms. I got my room done first as to allow myself to get my computer set up before anybody could tell me to go out and socialize. My mom asked me to help with the kitchen while she made me a lunch of tuna sandwiches and some chips, to which I obliged her since I was starving from unloading my room.

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Chalc 14/07/31(Thu)04:39 No. 22143 ID: cb7628

Yeah I intentionally left it short in case its not stirring much attention.

Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)05:59 No. 22144 ID: 47e7b4

Lack of content is what pushes people away, update with more substance. Otherwise I agree with >>22138, good potential. Don't sell yourself short.

Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)21:59 No. 22154 ID: 83304f

Grade C for having decent sentence structure.
And it's deliver great content, then get appreciated for it. Not the other way around.

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

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 14/07/31(Thu)18:02 No. 22150 ID: a609fb

>Maybe you should consider

Consider what? I consider a lot of things every day. Right now I'm considering what to have for breakfast. You really should be more clear about what you're talking about instead of leaving thoughts half formed.

Huh... will you look at that? There's more to that line than what was quoted, a whole rest of the sentence that provides extra context and answers those exact objections. Wow. Probably should have noticed that.

Stealing MPC is something that makes some amount of sense, it seems to be popular, it takes almost no work to do it, and might turn a profit. They're not pretending to be me, they're pretending to have done work somebody else did for a profit. Laziness is a completely understandable motive.

Pretending to be a slightly known erotic fiction writer on an online forum that he already hangs out at, with easily verifiable ways for people to confirm or deny, while also producing their own 10,000+ word story, yeah, I don't see why anybody would do that. Even if a troll right now decided to do it just for the satisfaction of proving me wrong, it still seems to have a bad work/payoff ratio.

Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)21:08 No. 22152 ID: 53f8ee

Very different from your other work, but still quite good imo.

Anonymous 14/08/01(Fri)12:05 No. 22158 ID: f5b1c2

And now you're acting like an arrogant piece of shit. Good attitude to have.

RV Summer Trip Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 11/04/04(Mon)19:05 No. 11682 ID: d30cf6 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

tags: incest, m/f, outercourse, frottage

later chapters will include sex and oral, but nothing real kinky

Sam looks like http://filefap.com /view/1279532_bxm0q

It was time for the yearly family vacation again. I’m not sure why we kept up this tradition as it usually caused more stress than it relieved. But in between the long periods of dysfunctionality, loathing, and irritability that we caused one another while on it, we usually managed to have some shining moment of family fun that my parents would look back on 11 months later and decide it was worth doing again. Isn’t the human mind’s ability to filter memories amazing?

So, once again, my parents, Sarah and John, my older sis, Samantha, and myself would be stuck in a RV on a cross country road trip to see some great American landmark. Cue Weird Al’s Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. Sam(antha) and I heard the news a week before summer vacation, just long enough for us to properly dread it’s coming and mourn the loss of yet another summer to goof off with friends. Hell, I’d have rather have gotten a job and made some cash. But it wasn’t to be. The Parkers would be going to Key West. This brought mixed reactions from my sis and me. Good food, good weather, beaches? It was too good to be true, I’m pretty sure both Sam and I were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But as our departure date approached, everything seemed to be going fine.

Everyone had packed for the last three days, and my dad was going to pull up with the rented RV any minute now. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina, so it was going to be a bit of a trip. Since Sam had turned 16 this year, she was really hoping she’d be be able to use her newly acquired learners permit and drive part of the way. She had been moping about for a few days after dad told her she shouldn’t learn on an RV. My dad’s an okay driver but in hilly areas he didn’t feel assured even letting Mom drive. I guess Mom’s better than some, but she’s still a woman. Don’t give me that; like legends, most prejudice is based upon a kernel of truth, and I’ve been driven by enough women to have the experimental data to back it up. So Mom, Sam, and myself, 15 year old Jason Parker, were standing outside on the driveway at an ungodly hour of the morning with a large pile of luggage, waiting to see what sad excuse for a RV would roll in. My parents are both college professors, which is why they can both get the summer off every year, though apparently they go through a lot of trouble to do so. But it also means that Dad is sometimes frugal when I wish he wasn’t.
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Anonymous 13/11/23(Sat)09:38 No. 20332 ID: d36d37

If even though this is incomplete more people need to see it. Great story and characters

Anonymous 13/11/25(Mon)23:53 No. 20341 ID: a5a4e0

Man, I completely forgot about this.

Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)10:48 No. 22147 ID: b01ebc

this shit better not die ive been following this for 2-3 years now

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