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Confiscation - A Phil Phantom Tribute: (M+g, Fg, b+g, gg, reluc, nc, more) AnonyMPC 14/01/28(Tue)01:29 No. 20949 ID: a609fb [Reply]

AnonyMPC here, with my first Phil Phantom Tribute in over a year. Thanks in particular to Nicholas Fellheimer, who's recent burst of activity has certainly helped inspire me to work this way once again. For those who aren't familiar with these, my Phil Phantom Tributes are my attempt to capture some of the style of and deal with themes used by a prolific erotic author of days gone by. It's low characterization, high smut, and fast-paced, not much like my previous work but, hopefully, good for a good quick fap. All my work, including my other Phil Phantom tributes, are at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ as usual.

This particular idea is inspired in part by a hentai manga story I encountered on a chan somewhere, and then promptly lost track of, and I can't even remember the name, but the central premise stuck with me and I eventually found myself driven to write a story that built on it. It doesn't follow the plot of that manga, just is sort of a western take on the central idea. If anyone can identify it, that'd help me out so I can give it more proper credit when I post it on my site.

Confiscation - A Phil Phantom Tribute: (M+g, Fg, b+g, gg, reluc, nc, 1st, beast, extreme, inc)

It was after ten-thirty, and on a school night when the Sherriff came knocking, and so twelve-year-old Bethany was in bed. In bed, but not asleep. She couldn't sleep, not with the thoughts running through her head about what was going to happen at school tomorrow, or what had already happened that day.

Just before the knock came, she was thinking, again, about the time when she was pinned up against a wall by three older boys and forced to pull up her shirt, then squirmed on their fingers up her cunt and ass, slipped boldly under skirt and panties without regard to them being in public and visible, a shameless public fingering that might have turned into a public rape if not for the timely intervention of a female substitute teacher who shooed them off her and into an empty classroom for a tongue-lashing, leaving Bethany with weak-knees bound together by dropped panties, right outside the cafeteria door leaving everybody to see. Plenty did see, and most of them pointed and laugh while she shuffled off to an alcoved doorway where she could pull the underwear up without completely exposing herself on one side or the other. That was only at the midmorning break... by the end of the day the teasing had gotten worse, and she'd suffered more abuse. She also managed to make forty dollars.

At least, so far, she had avoided turning into an insatiable slut, but only barely. And she still technically even held onto her virginity so long as fingers and other objects that were not penises moving past where a long-absent hymen would be didn't count against her, though she couldn't count on that long, the wa Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/02/02(Sun)13:46 No. 21015 ID: 43b5db


Sure I did. They love each other even more than ever. All the rest is just stuff they have to overcome. Do you think a story would be good without conflict, drama, or antagonists?

Anonymous 14/02/02(Sun)17:48 No. 21018 ID: f5b1c2

Conflict and drama don't need to be as dark as murder and outright sexual slavery.
As for antagonists? Parts 1 and 2 had no real antagonist, and they're both excellent. They're what drew readers in to the story in the first place, after all.

Anonymous 14/02/02(Sun)22:38 No. 21026 ID: b14122


Have faith my friend. Erin and Andrew will overcome.

Slave To the Queen Of Noses Anonymous 13/10/15(Tue)14:54 No. 19922 ID: bccf48 [Reply]

When I was 19 years old this happened. Moms close friend Nagamani, 45 years lady Rang up to Mom and said she wanted a slave for house works for 7 days and whether I could be sent to her. Mom called me. Dad was pressing moms feet. She kept her feet on his shoulders. Mom caught hold of my nose and twisted it. She told me to go to Nagamani’s house immediately and work there for 7 days. I was shivered. Mom, I heard that Nagamani auty is very cruel. She punishes slaves very severely. Please leave me Mom.” I prayed. Mom laughed. “So what u bastard. You are just like creature. U dont have any value. Get lost u stupid.” she punched on my nose. I beg for moms pardon. I ran to Nagamani house.By the time I reached nagamani’s house, She and her lovers Venkatesh, Srinivas and Sailendra were totally nude under a tree in the compound. All males are standing. Nagamani sat between them. Their cocks are above 20 inches and fully erected. Nagamani was sucking Venkatesh and Srinivas dicks. Sailendra was kissing Nagamani’s nose. I ran and fell on the feet of Nagamani. All laughed. Nagamani held my nose and squeezed and slapped for 10 Minutes continuously. :You donkey, why so late? She questioned. “vayyo,vammo, Maharanee, banisanu, banisanubanisanu Maharanee (I am your slave mistress, dont beat me please) All four laughed biggerly. Naganani took a cane. She swished in the air, Big sound came. “Come on, show ur palm first.: she ordered. I showed my hand. Nagamani gave a big stroke. Ammo, I cried loudly.Nagamani laughed biggerly. Her sexy face became more sexy. Particularly, her nose resembles actress Laxmi’s nose(Narasimha, Jeans fame). It is very provocative.

Many times I masturbate on her nose thinking that “You are queen of noses Nagamani. Your nose is very sexy. Your nose..maharani nose” As soon as i think of her nose, my cock leakes. When she laughs biggerly, her nose wrinkes and provocates further. Venkatesh continuously kisses her nose every day. When he fuck her, he puts her nose in his mouth and fucks. Come on bow in front of me. I will peel of your hips she ordered,.I completely fell down and held her feet. No mistress, I am your slave. I am your shit eating slave. Forgive me mistress, Maharanee, please, please I was crying. Nagamani laughing loudly. Venkatesh Immediately kissed nagamani nose and put his long dick in her pussy. Srinivas put his dick in her ass hole. Nagamani was masturbting Sailendras dick. All people walking in the street were seeing their fuck and getting tempted. Nagamani was laughing seeing them. Their fuck continued for two hours. All people seeing their fuck thought themselves, Nagamani we are your slaves., you queen of noses, cut our nose. You queen of ass, cut our cocks. Make curry with our cocks, and noses. We are slaves, we are slaves. They also started masturbating.after the fuck, Nagamani took me into house holding my nose. Her hips are swinging like pillows. She took a cane and started bating an Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/01/28(Tue)18:40 No. 20963 ID: b2cc66

In light of the more rather 'hurtful' comments on here, I do have to agree. I assume that English is not your first language, but you should try to exclude such heavy uses of '...' and internet abbreviations such as 'U'. It makes your writing seem immature and unsophisticated. As much as I like to see new writers, and generally try not to dissuade them from writing, I personally recommend leaving erotic literature to people who are more accustomed with the English language, and literature in general.

sage sage 14/01/29(Wed)02:12 No. 20965 ID: 19588b

Well the story's from around 3 months ago, so I doubt he's reading this

Anonymous 14/01/29(Wed)04:36 No. 20967 ID: 2fae06

I think he should continue, maybe he will be one of the greatest writers in our generation. You guys are stomping on this guy's potential. Keep going OP.

Ultimatum Rin!y7chl82msE 12/06/07(Thu)12:01 No. 16347 ID: aa1680 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hoy there! Rin again!

Like I said before, I've got four stories all fleshed out in my "notebook" and ready to be typed up. Each story, each idea had a rough draft of a chapter all ready to go, if I wanted to post it right away.

This is number #2, Ultimatum.

Again; POST FEEDBACK. I won't be able to get better at this shit unless I know what I'm doing wrong!

More blubbering after the story post

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rin!y7chl82msE 14/01/09(Thu)10:47 No. 20626 ID: 032a3d

I do! Lol..

I'm surprised someone bumped this, to be honest. I've actually been working on a couple new projects and new next chapter to this...

But! I started dating and working, leg problems getting worse, and the drugs are literally making me more stupid. Excuses!

I've just been lurking for awhile. Glad you bumped my thread though!

Anonymous 14/01/17(Fri)09:17 No. 20763 ID: f8e936

That bump, man. This was a great story.

rin!y7chl82msE 14/01/27(Mon)11:33 No. 20940 ID: 032a3d


No, seriously, I want to gauge some opinions here. I've been working on a few projects (were mostly for myself until they all kinda spiraled out, lol..)

If I were to start posting again, it would either be A) This story, because I'm way better at the supernatural than real life, or B) Start from scratch with one of the new ones, which I'd then choose which of the two I like more to start posting.

Even if B is the bigger market, I might throw one more chapter to this to "Finish it." Wouldn't be anything worth two shits, but might be a good way to merge into a sequel staring the girl character introduced in the last chapter. Let me know!

tl;dr getting back into the writing game, opinions please. If you're new to the board, my older (completed) work can be found on Tumblr; rinfaust.tumblr.com

Deerfield School for Girls (TG F/F F/M castration infibulation (look it up sorcerer 14/01/22(Wed)23:33 No. 20876 ID: c91775 [Reply]

Chapter 1
I was twelve years old when my dad turned state’s evidence and testified against the Morano family. We were entered into the witness protection program. We started a new life in Tempe Arizona. It was a sad leaving our friends and family, but we had to. The Morano family was after us. When I was 16, they found us. They shot my dad at the gas station 2 miles away from our house. They broke in and killed my mom. I ran out of the house and made it to a neighbor’s house, before the hit men got me. The cops came and rescued me. They turned me over to the feds, who came up with a plan to protect me.
It was a hot day in August when I arrived at the Deerfield boarding high school for girls. I walked up the long flight of stone stairs to the front door of the administration building at about 5 in the afternoon. Deerfield was located in Springfield, Ma. It wasn’t as hot as Arizona, but it was humid as fuck. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing here, because I’m a boy.
“Hi David, come on in.” A beautiful blonde woman in scrubs greeted me at the door. “I’m Ms. Lakewood, the Deerfield school nurse. Come on in.” I followed her inside the administration building and down the hall. She was about 5’ 10” and yellow duckies on her scrubs were stretched across her shapely plump ass. She must be about 30. All kinds of doctor/patient fantasies started running through my head. My cock began to stir and stiffen at the thought of her… examining me.
“I thought this was a school for girls. What am I doing here?”
“Well, that’s the point.” Ms. Lakewood and I walked into her office and shut the door. “It is a perfect place to hide you.” The office was painted institutional olive green. There was an examination table, cabinets full of medical stuff, a desk a bunch of filing cabinets.
“How the heck do you plan to hide me here?” I sat down on a green chair opposite Ms. Lakewood’s desk. Ms. Lakewood sat down in her chair.
“Well David, I’ve done … some work for the feds in the past concealing boys on the run. Every now and again, they call me and ask for my help. You see,” Ms. Lakewood seemed to be searching for the words “maybe I should show you.” The nurse spun around and grabbed a file from the file cabinet behind her. “This is Audrey Parker.” She opened the file and showed me pictures of a girl with brown hair. She was wearing a short skirt and tight brown sweater that showed off her rather large breasts. She was pretty hot. “Would it surprise you to know that when Audrey came to use she was Rick Havestraw?”
“What is this some kind of disguise or something?”
“It’s no disguise David. Rick changed gender … with my help.”
“Alright fuck this, I’m out.” I got up to leave. Ms. Lakewood got up as well.
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Deerfield part 2 sorcerer 14/01/22(Wed)23:34 No. 20877 ID: c91775

Chapter 7
Kylee left Deerfield. Once her parents heard about what happened, they pulled her out of school. We bid each other a tearful goodbye. Kylee and I stayed in touch with each other on Facebook. Her parents reversed her infibulation and enrolled her in a co-ed school in Connecticut. Kylee and I loved each other, but we knew maintaining a long distance relationship was unrealistic. In a few weeks, Kylee found a nice girl named Samantha. She seemed nice. I was happy for Kylee, but I was lonely.
The numbness sucked. They didn’t warn me that incontinence could be a side effect. I peed myself in class. I couldn’t tell that urine was leaking out of me until the warm liquid reached my thighs. It was so humiliating. That afternoon I stormed into the counseling office ready to take Betty’s head off. I told Betty what happened and she actually got upset. She apologized profusely and said she had no idea that that could happen. Betty came to my room later that night with some incontinence undergarments to wear for the next week and a half.
It’s a shame Betty is such a Jesus nut, she’s actually quite cute. She had long wavy red hair and cute freckles on her cheeks and nose. Her skin was so white, she seemed almost translucent. She looked like she would catch on fire in direct sunlight. Betty wasn’t skinny. She had some meat on her bones, but she wasn’t exactly fat either. She was just a bit fluffy. She had nice D cup tits, hips you could grab onto and a slightly chunky ass. She wasn’t a typical beauty but I found her attractive.
I made it through the two weeks and went to Betty to have my numbness reversed. She was actually kind of nice, but waaaaaay to Christian. She told me she was sorry that I had suffered for two weeks, but she hoped that I had time to reflect on my sexuality. She was so sure that Jesus could save me from the gay. She wanted me to pray with her, but I declined. The poor thing was in denial. I had to stand before her naked again while she went over me with the wand. Betty’s pussy must have been gushing. She tried to conceal the desire in her eyes, but I saw through it.
The irony of this whole experience was that I think I was actually becoming Betty’s friend—probably her only friend. She ate with the girls on the committee, but I don’t think they actually liked each other too much. She lit up whenever I came into the counseling center. It was the only time I saw her smile. She determined to bring me to Jesus. I even prayed with her from time to time to make her happy. She prayed that I be led out of the darkness of homosexuality and depravity and into the light of what God’s plan was for me. I thought it was sad and pathetic, but it made her happy so I did it. My desire for revenge was replaced with a feeling of empathy for Betty. I didn’t want to confront Betty with her own orientation. It would shatter her.
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Anonymous 14/01/23(Thu)05:58 No. 20879 ID: bea8b4

I really enjoyed this! Thanks for posting.

sorcerer 14/01/23(Thu)06:19 No. 20881 ID: c91775

You're welcome! I have a few incomplete stories on gurochan if you like my writting.
Glinda the Good Lich, Demonology, and How I became a Sorcerer.

Story/link request Anonymous 14/01/21(Tue)08:43 No. 20840 ID: c946eb [Reply]

I'm requesting a pregnant loli story, or links to some if nobody's up to it :P

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Shadow 14/01/21(Tue)21:21 No. 20846 ID: 3756c5

To answer your question, I'm the one who made the comment on the story, not OP. I'll use a name from now on to avoid confusion. Preg is a big thing for me, but I go back and forth on including it with loli.

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)04:56 No. 20860 ID: c946eb


Anonymous 14/01/23(Thu)06:07 No. 20880 ID: bea8b4

This thread has both loli and preg stuff:
You might find something you like?

Stone (F/F F/M Futa/F petrification humiliation sorcerer 14/01/22(Wed)23:29 No. 20874 ID: c91775 [Reply]

Chapter 1
It had all gone so horribly wrong. I was in the basement of the wizard school in the forbidden section of the library. I had found the tome that I hoped would help me retrieve a Helm of Brilliance. If I had succeeded, I would have been the first woman to retrieve an artifact in the history of the school. I read the incantations and opened a portal to the hidden trove of artifacts. What the tome did not tell me is that the trove of artifacts was guarded by a gorgon.
One glance at the face of a gorgon would cause and instant and fatal transformation into stone. I immediately shielded my eyes. I tried to fight her off and retreat back through the portal. I cast all the combat spells that I could, but it was hard to hit her when I couldn’t look at her. I managed to get back through the portal, but the gorgon followed me. She was fast and very strong. She grabbed me and threw me to the ground outside the magic circle that I had written for protection. My wand was out of power, and I had cast all of my spells. I had no weapons and I was defenseless.
I knew I was going to die any second, but I didn’t want to turn to stone. I kept my eyes closed and I covered my face with my arm. I prayed for deliverance. Maybe somebody heard the commotion in the library. Maybe help will arrive soon. I was on my back and the gorgon was on top of me. She was straddling my hips and held me pinned down with her powerful arms. I could hear her snaky hair hissing. One bite from those serpents would kill me also. They possessed one of the most lethal poisons know to wizardry. I was done for.
And just then the unexpected happened. I felt a soft kiss on my forearm. The gorgon grabbed my wrist and gently pulled my arm back away from my face. I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as I could. The gorgon moved in and kissed me on the mouth. Needless to say I was confused, but grateful that maybe I wasn’t going to die after all. She kissed me again, and this time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was alien and snake-like, but oddly friendly. For an instant I panicked and wondered if her saliva was poisonous or if it would turn me to stone. I waited but nothing seemed to happen. I tried slipping my tongue into her mouth, but thought the better of it when I felt her fangs. We continued to kiss, and the gorgon guided my hand to her breast and stroked my blonde hair.
My experience with sex is very limited. I was 22 and had only been with 2 men. I only went all the way with one of them. Even that relationship didn’t last very long. I was hard working and ambitious and frankly I didn’t have time to spend with men pursuing my pleasure. I was pleased with occasionally satisfying my desires in solitude and focusing on my work. I had never been with a woman before although I had occasionally fantasized about it. Cupping the breast of a gorgon was not entirely unpleasant. Her breast was extremel Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Stone pt. 2 sorcerer 14/01/22(Wed)23:30 No. 20875 ID: c91775

“But Howard you can’t just—I mean—You can’t have a real relationship with someone if you have a remote control for their body.” Howard didn’t look at me. I think he knew I was right. “Just give me the amulet. Let me determine my own destiny.”
“No! You’re mine! You will do what I say!”
“I’ll never be your slave.”
“You need to learn respect. I order you to be silent.” I instantly lost the power to speak. I tried to leave the room. “Stop.” I froze in place. “Lay on your back and spread your legs.” Oh, hell no. I couldn’t stop him though. I laid down on my back and spread my legs as ordered. Howard dropped his pants. He was already hard. He positioned himself in front of my pussy and entered me. The telepathic link was broken, so I couldn’t even yell at him in his mind. Howard came very quickly. I laid there like a doll just staring up at the ceiling the entire time. “Until you learn to love me, it will have to be like this.” Howard pulled up his pants turned off the light and just left me there in his workshop. I was frozen again, this time with my legs in the air and Howard’s cum drying slowly in my stone pussy.
The next day, Howard started parading me around to his friends. He dressed me up on a skimpy little black mini-skirt and low cut silver blouse. He didn’t bother to give me any underwear. I was silenced and he ordered me around by remote control. His colleagues recognized me from the library, but they didn’t know that I was a sentient being. It was humiliating.
“Hey, wasn’t she a student here at one time. I thought she was petrified in some sort of accident or something.” Howard had it covered.
“Nah, she was just a stature that was donated to the school from an art collection. That’s just a story that students made up. You know how they are.” Howard knew the truth and kept it to himself. During the day, he received the accolades of his peers and teachers on the excellent craftsmanship, and how fluid my motions were. At night I was Howard’s personal cum dumpster. When it came time to service Howard, I just put my mind into fast forward mode. I didn’t experience the sex. He can have my body, but he cannot violate my soul. I lost all compassion for him and even wanted to kill him.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Howard actually pimped me out to one of his friends from the golem department. He ordered me to satisfy all of Ned’s desires. What made it worse, was that Ned was in on the secret. He knew I was sentient and alive. Ned didn’t care. I think the fact that I was aware was just more of a turn on for him.
Disgusting. He had to die too.
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Anonymous 14/01/24(Fri)07:29 No. 20895 ID: f5b1c2


Use it.

OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 14/01/11(Sat)08:03 No. 20646 ID: 61bc43 [Reply]

Arthur was an angry, frustrated, and lonely man. He was the sort of man who viewed legacy as sacred. Life was best spent building something bigger than yourself, then

passing it on to the next generation to build it even bigger. Great men, he believed, were great because they stood on the shoulders of giants.

In his mid-30's, Arthur was experiencing an early mid-life crisis. He had been, he was convinced, robbed of his legacy three times already, and his son had been robbed

of his.

The first legacy he'd been robbed of was his grandfather's. His grandfather had built a successful automobile manufacturing company from the ground up, and had put

away quite a bit of money for retirement. It was his intention to pass the company on to his son and see him build it into an empire rivaling that of Henry Ford's. His

grandfather was nearly ready to retire when his board of directors and business partners had found a loophole and used it to steal ownership of the company away from

him. His grandfather had spent nearly all of his retirement fund fighting to get the company back, and died feeling betrayed. The company was subsequently sold to a
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Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)09:00 No. 20818 ID: 800d0e

you focusing on roommates and us getting more would be awesome. I'd prefer that over this story tbh
wouldn't complain about seeing this story continues at some point in the future when you are up to it

Anonymous 14/01/20(Mon)15:07 No. 20825 ID: b341ba

Roommates, being a much more light hearted tale, is the one I'm more interested in reading from you.
You COULD palm this premise/setting of to another author and let them write with it.
Like getting Alice's view of events.

Anonymous 14/01/22(Wed)08:12 No. 20864 ID: a55efa

tbh, I only read your work to find out what's happening in that post-apocalyptic world you're living in.

sister fucking (ff,fdom,inc,loli) wut 12/07/16(Mon)12:49 No. 16643 ID: aecf9f [Reply]

A repost, since I'm thinking about getting back into writing.


I always knew my sister was different, but when I was 16, I found out just how crazy she really was. When I was a little girl her age, I was interested in dolls, horses and my favorite television shows. If I had any thoughts of sex at all, it was only a strange, distant yearning when I saw cute boys - I definitely didn't know what it meant. As a teenager, halfway through high school, I thought I had a pretty good grasp on sex and what it was all about, but it turned out I was wrong about that as well.

When I say she was different, I don't mean she looked weird, or was super smart or had telepathic powers or something - I just mean she always seemed more wordly, more aware than she should have been for her age. She didn't excel at school; in that respect she was just normal, but she always seemed to understand what grownups were talking about, at least when it came to relationships.

She was a master manipulator, and I think tapping into people's feelings and their desires or secrets was something that just came naturally to her. I remember when I was 12 and she was 6, we wanted to go to the water park so badly, but our dad wasn't having any of it. I had already tried every trick in the book from crying to begging. Then Sammie started asking these seemingly innocent questions and making just off-the-wall remarks about his work and our mom. At the time it didn't make any sense to me, but now that I think about it, and now that I know how she operates, I see that she somehow keyed in on what was bothering him: his work and the shit our mom was giving him for not making enough money. Those are some pretty esoteric concepts for a six year old, but she just sort of felt her way to them and used words and terms she'd picked up from our parents' fights, which she probably didn't even understand on a literal basis. To me it looked like my dad just got annoyed with her enough that he took us simply to shut her up, but now I think she made him so uncomfortable without him knowing why it was happening that he gave in - but put up a gruff front like it was for some other reason. Anyway, needless to say, Sammie got her way - a lot.

As for me, even in middle school I started getting attention from the boys, and I was actually excited about going to high school and expanding the selection of cute guys I could choose from. I was always into soccer and cheer, and I guess you could say I was part of the "popular crowd". Unlike some of the dumb girls on my teams, I still got good marks though, and I never gave up my virginity, no matter how much I wanted to. Knowing what I did about Sammie, it doesn't surprise me that she could tell I was oversexed and wasn't getting the kind of relief I so badly wanted. What was surprising, is t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 13/07/25(Thu)17:43 No. 19443 ID: 1d4f84

this story was delicious

Anonymous 14/01/19(Sun)04:56 No. 20794 ID: f16773

bumping because I want this person to write more things like this.

Nicholas+Fellheimer 14/01/20(Mon)01:34 No. 20801 ID: 923b50

This is absolutely excellent; I'm honored to be posting on the same board as work of such quality.

I certainly hope that you get continue to post here, wut!

Hun Gai Spa S 14/01/14(Tue)22:19 No. 20702 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Hun Gai Spa

Abshire, Daniel

39 years of age

Petroleum engineer

Married to Monica Abshire

In Korea on work visa

Kyon's notes: Daniel's neurological makeup strongly points to the Escapist archetype. He spends his life avoiding sensation. The theraputic indication here is extreme sensation. The transition must be gradual to a point, but such formalities are typically lost once a true artist begins his work, so do what is necessary in the scope of your practice. -- Dr. Kyon

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Anonymous 14/01/15(Wed)05:11 No. 20709 ID: 471e2d

For a second I thought that character sheet was dox for random people.

Like A Gold Star Anonymous 14/01/10(Fri)19:44 No. 20642 ID: b8de6d [Reply]

I made it through the peer pressure
made it through the male pursuits
till it was safe to come out
And now I've found you

This is neat, so complete
never had, by no filthy man
So I come to you
Yeah, I come to you
Shiny and new

Like a gold star
Touched never by some jerk guy
Like a gold star
your lady lips right, [after first time, "female hearts beat"]
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