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Human Trials (TG, m>f, mf, mmf) TG_wave 14/08/13(Wed)16:40 No. 22269 ID: 0e6f23 [Reply]

It's in second person. If you can forgive that sin enjoy and tell me what you think. It's a two-parter although the second one isn't quite done.

Chapter 1: Sins of the Son

You wake up but don’t get out of bed, luxuriating in the free time that being 16 at summer can bring. Your parents are both off on business and your 21 year old sister is home from college, but she won’t bother to get you out of bed. Maybe you’ll throw the football around with the guys this afternoon, hit on some girls at the mall. You’re young, handsome and popular, if you want to lie in bed till noon, you will. However, your stomach growls and regretfully you lumber out of bed and walk to the bathroom.

A shower will perk you up, you think, stomach growling again, and then you can deal with the stomach. Running on automatic you wash your hair, briefly concerned at an odd smell, but then you move on and quickly forget it. You head back to your bedroom and get dressed before heading downstairs to the kitchen. Pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, your sister Karen saunters up to you. She’s 21 and gorgeous with long auburn hair, brilliant green eyes and a large ass, displayed in tight jeans. She looked like you image you would if you were a girl, although your hair is short cropped and your muscular build is the antithesis of her curves, she’s also short, 5’2” to your 5’11”. Her breasts could be bigger, you think absently, but not in a sexual way. She’s your sister after all.

“Hey Marshal,” she says, grabbing the box of Cocoa Puffs as you pour milk into your bowl. “Good shower?”

“Yeah….” What a weirdo. She was in biotech program at school, but you’d never paid close attention, school was for nerds. Social interaction was not her strong suit, which was a shame, since her body would’ve gone a long way in a conversation with any man. Absently you scratch your head and take the cereal to the table. Moments later she joins you, without her cereal, and stares at you as you spoon the puffs into your mouth. After a few more spoonful’s she’s still staring and you’re starting to wonder if she’s even blinked. “Is there something you need Karen?”

“No, I uh… no.” A look of perplexity washes over her face. You continue to scratch your head, trying to get at this strangely persistent itch. “Good,” you answer, “then maybe you should try looking at something else. I’m going out.”

“Oh, nononono. You can’t go out.” The simple statement is mind-blowing, not once in your life have you ever heard her command you. You look at her incredulously, still scratching at the itch that seems to affect every inch of your scalp.
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TG_wave 14/08/13(Wed)17:56 No. 22270 ID: 0e6f23

#none of this is really edited btw. I'm sure irregularities abound.

Chapter 2: Sins of the Father

“What a shitty day of work,” you think as Cecil Brodigan, only father of two, machinist extraordinaire. An issue at the plant has pushed your clock-out time back nearly an hour. Third shift is shitty enough without losing an hour of sleep beyond what you’d inevitably lose from trying to fall asleep in the middle of the day.

“Maybe I’ll take a shower and just head to the bar for a drink or two, I’ve earned it.” Your lazy son and brilliant daughter could figure out supper for themselves, you reason, plus, it had been forever since you’ve had gotten laid. “Even a single father’s working third shift should be able to find tail if I stay out until 6 or so,” you say aloud to yourself in the car. Still attractive for a middle aged man, rugged with minimal gut and great musculature from his years at the plant, it wouldn’t be too hard. Speaking of hard, your pants had tightened at the merest thought of getting laid, another sign that it was more than overdue.

Eventually you arrive at home, racing inside and stripping off the dirty, oil covered clothes and stepping into the shower. In those private moments, your mind turns to your beautiful daughter. Having her back was difficult, she had blossomed into a real beauty and the thoughts of her body sparked something terribly un-fatherly in you. Still you’d never do something like that, even though the stiffy returned, the idea of masturbating to your daughter was just too wrong. Ignoring the rigid cock, you finish showering up, before drying off and getting ready to go out.

You had almost made it to the door when an arm reached out and stopped you. Karen, dressed in a tank top showing way too much cleavage and the shortest shorts that showed her long legs very well, held your arm firmly.

“I have something to tell you dad. I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay in…” With that she began to stroke at your already slightly hard member. You recoil at first, but she persists and your back is against the door. “You’ve been exposed to a gender change solution, you can’t leave. If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want, and I know what you want.”

She was stroking more intently now and if you were even a fraction less horny perhaps you’d be able to resist. You may not believe her about the sex change thing, but one truth you do know is that the raging hard-on in your pants needs to go away. "Alright Karen, I'll stay." Her face relaxes noticeably.
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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 14/06/03(Tue)16:55 No. 21876 ID: e1353d

>>21868

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!


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TallThinker!9N4nUN7jEY 14/08/08(Fri)02:05 No. 22209 ID: 833a89

>>19071

I thank you very much for not having her use her collar a lot prior to this. The lack of use just made the ending of this chapter exquisite. Bravo.


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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/08/08(Fri)15:15 No. 22219 ID: 2700cc

>>22209
Thank you. It is hard to balance artifacts in most stories and games. I'm glad that I did it about right, while still giving you hints of what the collar was capable of doing.




Fucking Appendix Soli 14/08/06(Wed)06:34 No. 22185 ID: cd8c01 [Reply]

Hey all you perverts. I'm Soli. This is my first attempt at this type of elit, so be gentle. Let me know what you think, and ill keep the dirty flowing for you. Now without further adieu, I give you, Fucking Appendix. 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. Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. 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's why when I came in to the living room 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 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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Soli 14/08/06(Wed)08:52 No. 22188 ID: cd8c01

Thanks for the input. It might not be quite as it seems from the little intro. Then again it might be. I posted this mostly to see if anyone is interested. As I'm sure you can tell it's unedited. This thread is primarily to gauge interest before I delve into editing and serious writing. And I'll likely repost a more polished version, along with the next chapter or two soon.


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Anonymous 14/08/06(Wed)10:46 No. 22189 ID: b80eb4

Hey, I enjoyed it a lot. Let's see where it goes! But please promise this: if you start a story, even a short one, please end it and don't leave it unfinished like a ton here!


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Soli 14/08/06(Wed)22:15 No. 22195 ID: cd8c01

Ha yeh, unfinished stories drive me nuts. I'm also terribly impatient with projects such as writing, so it will likely be posted as quickly as I can write/edit it. I'm pleased to say I'm almost finished editing the first chapter, and I'll likely start the second tonight.




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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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.


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militarybrat2 14/08/02(Sat)09:05 No. 22164 ID: 641f11

Hey OP, I lived in Germany a while too, Ramstein. Almost went to Okinawa afterwards, interesting haha


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Anonymous 14/08/06(Wed)02:33 No. 22183 ID: 18cfcc

MOAR pls




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?"
"Yes."
"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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Anonymous 14/08/02(Sat)04:40 No. 22162 ID: fac323

Could be good, but way too short to really be worth posting yet


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Anonymous 14/08/02(Sat)11:26 No. 22166 ID: 9ab35b

>>22159
I like where this is going




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. :(


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

Aaaaand now. Tick tock, bro.


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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.

Perfect.

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?


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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?


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

Whoa.




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.

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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.

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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

>>21757
This, except gender/body swap is one of my fetishes, especially with impreg/preg. Pretty good story, keep up the good work.


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Anonymous 14/05/25(Sun)07:08 No. 21824 ID: 5c4322

As a mtf with a ftm boyfriend, if fucking only.


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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
http://www.mangaeden.com/en-manga/family-compo/




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


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5078 Batts343 14/07/17(Thu)22:07 No. 22087 ID: 5519d8

Thank you =]

And yeah, very little editing is done to this.


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Mmm Kal 14/07/22(Tue)22:40 No. 22109 ID: 1159d0

I sincerely enjoy what you've come up with thus far.




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