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Glaciermelt - a short watergirl/naiad fantasy grotto 12/03/21(Wed)22:02 No. 15559 ID: f5eca9 [Reply]

I hammered the last stakes in up to their tips, making sure the tent was tight enough to last through the storm the radio said was coming. Sure didn't look like foul weather - the sky was clear and the afternoon sun was golden and warm - but weather can change in an instant up in the mountains. I figured I still had a couple hours of clear summer day, though, and having finished making camp I decided to waste no time and go for a swim.

I chose this area because I like the isolation. There aren't any trails that come anywhere near these lakes, so it's a twenty-mile cross-country hike to get out here... I think I'm the first to make the trek this year, and it's already mid-July.

The moment I had first reached the lake, exhausted from topping that last ridge, I knew I'd be stopping here for a simple reason: no mosquitoes. Usually it's impossible to even sit still near a body of water this high up without being mobbed by a hellswarm of the things, and I came armed with pure DEET and an assortment of (completely ineffectual) citrus candles. But this place was different. I knew because of the utter silence - there were no biting flies, no no-see-ums, no bugs at all. The lake felt as quiet as a church.

I traipsed down from my camp to the lake on bare feet, wearing a pair of shorts that could double as a swimsuit. The lake was nestled in at the end of a long slope of boulders and scree, the remains of a melted glacier. To one side, a stark rocky cliff rose straight up from the water, and on the other the lake overflowed in a stream that fell down the side of the mountain. The view of the valley was amazing. The lake itself was incredibly clear, with deep blue depths abutting the cliff and a shallow gravelly floor on the side of the stream. Here above the treeline, it was probably even safe to drink. I stepped gingerly over sunbaked rocks to the gently lapping shore.

The water was cold, of course, like glacial runoff tends to be. In situations like this, there are two options: either you go in inch by agonizing inch, or you dunk yourself and get it over with. Either way you freeze your nuts off, but at least the second way is over faster. I steeled myself and jumped right in.

For the first few seconds I could hardly breathe. The reflex is to tighten your chest and breathe in shallow gulps, and you feel like you're going to run out of air, but if you stay in and move around you eventually get used to it. So I thrashed around and shivered, trying to zen my way to comfort. My movements disturbed the still water and the waves reflected off of the cliff, so the whole lake seemed to be waking up, reacting to my presence with choppy water.

I was out a bit beyond the depth where I could stand, rapidly dogpaddling and feeling my extremities go numb, when the lake suddenly went still.

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Temerair 14/04/27(Sun)08:05 No. 21635 ID: f8e936

Like now. Checking back in. Not seeing any update. :(

Temerair 14/07/31(Thu)06:00 No. 22145 ID: c08b87

Aaaaand now. Tick tock, bro.

Anonymous 14/07/31(Thu)21:46 No. 22153 ID: fc0357

I wish people wouldn't bump dead stories.

Military Brats (B/S Incest) Chalc 14/07/30(Wed)03:42 No. 22135 ID: cb7628 [Reply]

So this is my first time writing any Elit. If there is anybody interested I'll keep working on the story (there isn't any sex YET) just gauging interest.

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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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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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?

Anonymous 14/07/26(Sat)03:31 No. 22119 ID: 39cc23


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

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.

Old Fic Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:48 No. 22092 ID: 6b9027 [Reply]

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.

Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:50 No. 22093 ID: 6b9027

Fuck, just seen the first sticky. How do I delete this thread ?

Little Rich Boy - Ep. 1 (M/b) Steve1981 12/05/13(Sun)10:43 No. 16142 ID: 7bb512 [Reply]

I was once mistaken for a male prostitute on my way home from the gym and it kind of changed

my life. OK, I guess I looked the part and the gym was in a pretty sleazy part of town so I

shouldn't have been so surprised.

I had been trying to hail a cab without any luck and was leaning on a lamp post looking

dejected when the stretch limo pulled up, almost silently. The man at the wheel, who looked

quite a lot older than God, wound down the window and croaked at me.
"Looking for business?"

I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost when he jerked his thumb over his shoulder,

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Anonymous 13/06/21(Fri)01:56 No. 19230 ID: 853ba3

Bump for next chapter please

Lickit 13/10/23(Wed)17:47 No. 19983 ID: 49e734

OMG, I like this one. Too bad it doesn't continue.

Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)14:52 No. 22091 ID: 5cd61f

"near-miss" ,D

that's right, oh boy

he was in there to win here

Stupid sexy shoggoths Pervert of Words 14/07/07(Mon)15:26 No. 22048 ID: cd1ff8 [Reply]

-Male, tentacles, sloppy shoggoth sex. Hoping to get reviews to encourage me to write more and better. Title is WIP and a Simpsons reference. Will add more shoggoths and crazy lovecraft shit if I can be bothered.-

I may have, accidentally, maybe, perhaps, put the world at risk. Possibly. Before I explain how, and why, I need to tell you about me and what I’ve been doing.

For a few years now, I’ve been dabbling in the occult. It began by reading certain stories which I assumed were entirely fictitious, and googling their contents. One link lead to another, and I eventually found a small community of people who not only believed that certain stories were true (to a point), but who could prove it. While most of what I now know to be true is irrelevant to what I’m writing, there is one truth that I must reveal: Humans were not the first sentient beings to live on the earth. At least one other species prospered before us, and while they are all long gone, we know about them. We know, and this is important, that they had servants called “shoggoths”. I’m unsure whether or not the shoggoths were created, found, summoned or bred by these elder beings, and it doesn’t really matter. Regardless, I was taught, in the previously-mentioned community, how to find and bind a shoggoth. A shoggoth, by the way, is essentially a sort of large slug.

Well, I dared to try it out. By means which I shan’t disclose, I tracked down a shoggoth. I bound it to me, to my service, I made it my slave. And then I fucked up; I got horny.

Most people are familiar with the “befores”; the lust-fueled fucking-up of priorities, the abandonment of caution and the complete disregard for consequences in the name of getting an orgasm. This drive is what led me to fuck a shoggoth, and I will, in graphic detail, give my account of what it’s like, of what happened, and why I may have fucked over the world.

The shoggoth was mine. I had it bound to me. I could instruct it to do anything, and it would do it, no complaints, no resistance. I felt no malice from it, no hostility. It had no desire of its own, no will; it was a living tool. I had it dig out a hole in the backyard, wherein I had it create a chamber in which I would keep it. I build a small shack over it, to hide the hole.

The shoggoth required neither food nor water. I would leave it in its chamber, go to work, and when I’d come back, it lay where I left it. Eventually, I got bored of it. I used it to do housework, which it did excellently, but I had no further use for it.
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Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)00:47 No. 22059 ID: b9642d

bumping for interest.

Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)20:11 No. 22078 ID: 27e892

Please do continue, you've intrigued me with this start.

R.I.P. Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)08:47 No. 22088 ID: 1c28c8

Sorry OP, but I can't. "I just can't even" like a white girl. That title killed my boner.

Sick (TG, m>f,mf,mmf) TG Wave 14/06/04(Wed)21:24 No. 21894 ID: b15d46 [Reply]

~Sadly, this one is unfinished and I'm not sure where to take it. So this time, I'm looking for feedback and ideas!

For the august personage of Charlie Milton, having always been a less than courageous man who feared sickness above all, the coming of the Plague had been hard. A hypochondriac who worked from home, Charlie had cut off all ties with the outside world at the first rumors of the sickness that had ravaged the Earth. His plan had been simple, he’d only hide out until either they found a cure or developed an inoculation. He possessed the means to remain isolated indefinitely, taking every precaution imaginable, his plan possessing only one flaw, he had gotten sick!

Flu like symptoms had begun two days ago and Charlie was racked with anticipation, day three was here and he would discover whether he had the flu or something much, much worse. He glanced down at his hands nervously, the first symptoms of the plague usually started there after three days, but his hands were unchanged. He should tried to sigh in relief but was instead assaulted by a vicious sneeze, which covered his hand in mucous. Charlie rose from his favorite arm chair and moved in to the bathroom, washing his hands thoroughly with the most antiseptic hand wash available, as if it mattered.

He studied himself in the mirror, inspecting and scrutinizing every inch of his plain, unremarkable face for signs (he’d heard that the first changes were subtle). Nothing had changed and he tried to calm his nerves. He was short, with narrow features and a receding hairline that was neatly trimmed. His frame was gaunt, but a bit of a belly had begun to develop from a year’s experience of being a miserable shut in. Other than the droopy eyelids from lack of sleep and red nose from tissues, nothing had changed he told himself, but it was another 5 minutes before he could stop checking and double checking. “I’ll go watch TV, that will take my mind off this miserable flu,” he said aloud to himself.

Charlie collapsed back into his armchair and turned on the TV. Unfortunately, it seemed he would be unable to forget his sickness today; every channel was carrying the same story. A pretty, dark haired newswoman was dispassionately describing the latest details of The Trial. “The prosecution today presented evidence in the form of the defendant’s journal. Details have been leaked to NBC 13 concerning the content of the diary submitted for testimony, for more we’ll go to our on-the-spot reporter Albert Gimenez.”

The screen changed to show the outside of a courthouse, surrounded with people. A blonde woman in a neat pantsuit holding a microphone was standing off to one side and began to speak, “Thanks Maria. Although of course the trial is closed to the public, details have emerged from the personal journal of the accused, recounting the means of producing a gender bending substance, with notes descr Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)01:42 No. 21898 ID: 04d16f

i liked it. i would change the father son things though, you have enough kinky shit with out the implied father son ball rubbing going on. make the snatchers a street gang that is using "snatching" to gain money and influence in the under world.

Anonymous 14/07/06(Sun)22:31 No. 22045 ID: f2d560

I definitely liked it. One logical place you could take it would obviously be with his trying to fight off the suggestions when the men are not around, and how lingering the suggestions are. Like after being given a suggestion, does it stick for good or does it wear off as time goes on?

You could also very easily go into a harem kind of scenario where (s)he will find herself having to not only deal with now being female but possible among other females who have been in this situation a lot longer and there is a hierarchy among the changed women. So she has to find a way to deal with those who are already established as well as the new girls who will/will not hold animosity towards her.

You could also go into a scenario where even though they are suggestable they still need to be "broken" over time. And so you could go into a bondage and/or mental control training kind of scenario. Where they try and break her and teach her what she needs for her new life and she tries to resist. That role could be almost anything if you want to add another fetish.

Or as the other person suggested its more of a profit thing. Where again they can either be trained or auctioned off. If auctioned that again opens up the whole situation to whatever fetish you might decide. She could end up being sold to a Lesbian who wants a new toy, to a dog breeder who wants to make sure his studs have a outlet for release, to a rich household to be trained as a maid with other special duties, etc.

You could also throw something in the mix where somehow the virus affects her slightly differently than most people (more or less suggestible perhaps), or maybe the bug that affected her mutates in some way that makes her form less stable, and so how she looks can change based on the preferences of her "owner".

Guardian FlatulentSpliff 14/02/19(Wed)10:00 No. 21171 ID: d5b724 [Reply]

Hi everyone, this is the first time I'm uploading an elit I've written, and also the first time I'm publicly posting an english-written story. Please understand english is my second language, and although I try to be thorough when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I am also writting all of this on a phone (thankfully one with a physical keyboard), which doesn't really help, but I hope it's readable quality.

This story will eventually contain: M/g, M/f, M/F, F/g, f/g, (possibly F/b) mast, oral, anal, and maybe some more extreme tags, though probably not with the girl.

It is a slow, romantic story, definetely not for a quick fap (if you want one of those, may I recommend Phil Phantom or one of AnonyMPC's or Nicholas Fellheimer's tributes?), and won't have much sex for the first few chapters. Personally I like the tension and buildup of slower stories, and will try to accomplish that.

I ask for your imput and constructive criticism. If you have any suggestions, I'll also be happy to read those. Also any corrections to my grammar, punctuation, or false facts I've mentioned would be welcome.

Guardian, by FlatulentSpliff
Hope you enjoy.

(I realize I probably don't have to say this on this board, but hopefully it will keep some of the flaming idiots away.)
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events and story plots are product of my imagination. I do NOT endorse the sexual acts here described, it is a fantasy. I don't want to know anything about any experiences you might've had that resemble this story. This story is not real, if it were, it would be considered child abuse in most countries, consenting or not.
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Too many Infected Mushrooms FlatulentSpliff 14/04/18(Fri)10:35 No. 21569 ID: 763fd6

<Okay, apparently I don't know how to be brief, so before you get your hopes up with this long post, this is not a story update, it's a long, drug-induced ramble>

Hey guys, just a small update on WTF have I been doing, apologies, excuses and explanation. So, having a loli-centered story is apparently not the same thing I have in common with other writers on this board, since apparently I also disappear without an explanation for months, something I had hoped I'd never do.

First of all, thanks for the encouragement, this story is special and sentimental for me. It's my first venture into erotica, and I am still frightened I'll screw it at some point, but I'll finish this, that I swear, since, as I said, it's a very important story for me, personally. Of course, other writers have said so before, so there's no reason for you to beleive me.

Second: Why the fuck haven't I updated the story? I can give you a bunch of excuses and they'd all be true, my phone broke, I still don't have a computer, my health has been shit, I just started school, blah blah blah. The two real reasons are these, and the first one is actually good news for me. There's a chance I'll have a some short stories I wrote published, so the last couple of weeks I've been focusing all my writing time (when I can borrow a PC for a few hours) on polishing said stories, and hopefully get paid something for them and buy myself a computer.

The second reason, and this one is the real one (that before was just boasting haha), I broke up with my gf (OK, technically she dumped me), and (until recently) been in a fucking weird spiral of getting drunk, fucked up, or just not even getting out of bed. I believe this is a mini-depression, and if I wrote anything in this story it would've been Fran raping Lucy or some shit like that, and that's definitely not where I want to take this story, so I thought it best to leave the story on standby until my romantic side came back. I fall in love easily, so hopefully I'll continue this soon. I do have some of the next chapter that I wrote until the break-up, but it's still not in a readable state.

So, in summing up or TL;DR, been depressed, story not abandoned, just on personal hiatus.

Also, even though I appreciate the sentiment, please don't bump this post until I start adding more to the story. There are great writers around here, and I'm sure their stories deserve to be seen more than mine while it's not updated.

PS: After re-reading this, it sounds like I'm a creep and this story is special to me because it happened or something, I think this doesn't need to be said, and it's probably my pot-induced paranoia, but I've never, and would never do anything sexual with a kid, my personal rule is my age divided by two, plus 6, right no Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

All kinds of sluts in here FlatulentSpliff 14/04/20(Sun)15:25 No. 21583 ID: a0de1a

What a misleading title. Anyway, as previously said, I'm a love-slut, and that means I'm back to writing. The previous post I actually wrote more than a week ago, but couldn't manage to post it till yesterday. I've been editing what I had previously written, and guess what? It was a fly covered pile of constipated rhino shit. So I had to delete a big chunk and edit the rest, and I'm not sure it's much of an improvement, but I'm trying my best. I have no clue how much more time it's going to take, so I'm not gonna give a deadline, but I'll try to work on it at least one hour a day. That much I can do without feeling pressured.

Also, you can expect Sus to be appearing much more, since she's greatly inspired by the person that made me want to keep with the story. Don't worry, Lucy is still the star. But unless I decide to kill Sus (which I might) or make a spin-off about her (which I probably won't), she'll be a regular cast. Hopefully I'll say the character's real name and stop with the stupid "Sus" (and her name's not Susana).

Also, is there a code to use cursiva? Cause that would make the internal dialogues much more understandable.

Another random thought: while rereading the previous chapters, I realised I have a lot of stupid spelling errors. I'm still writing on my phone, so this will probably keep happening (I didn't get paid for my stories T_T).

And yes, I realise I just bumped this post with random shit after asking you not to do it. As usual, my excuse is: I'm high. If you want to understand my mindset, search on YouTube for "Afroman - cause I got high"

Toodles, see ya soon, hopefully.

Anonymous 14/07/03(Thu)18:25 No. 22029 ID: ee6c13


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