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Tommy - A Sexual Fantasy (Shota), Book 1, Awakening Neighbor!nbyBAFgJZ2 14/05/11(Sun)17:24 No. 21722 ID: d8c23c [Reply]

I’d been writing this story for a number of months before I discovered 7chan, and after reading a lot of wonderful stuff there, thought I might start posting my story.

Now, do bear with me fellas. Compared to most of the master writers on elit, my writing will probably be considered amateurish. I don’t necessarily try to develop characters. I just try to describe having incredible sex with young boys, and, perhaps, dwell on exhaustive sexual detail more than most of you want?, and which is very repetitive since I would do similar things as frequently as possible.

This should not be a quick read, if you want to enjoy it, but one where you sit back and visualize what is happening, and think about yourself with your penises in the positions described.

Anyway, I’ll start posting a chapter or two a week, as demand requires. I’ve got what amounts to two “Books” in the can with one more on the way, so I have quite a few chapters, some pretty long, to contribute. Might break some into parts. If at anytime you guys consider the material too mundane, just let me know and I’ll stop posting.

I just gotta tell ya, I have a lot of fun writing this and visualizing myself plunging in and out of the boy(s) every orifice, and hope the story gets you there too. And, remember, it’s a fantasy, and not something that you might actually encounter in real life.

Chapter 1: The New Neighbors

You could hardly have asked for better new neighbors.

As it was I lived on a street my side of which the properties backed-up onto a woods so I only had neighbors on either side. The one side was an older woman who never came out of her house and my property was sided by a fair screen of trees and ground layer of shrubs, giving me relatively perfect privacy. This served to feed my penchant for living without clothes during the summer, fully enjoying the freedom of being naked outside, lounging in the sun, getting a total tan and being totally shaved to make the tanning all the better. Plus feeding my fantasies by watching young gay twink porn on my computer inside or reading gay erotica outside on the lounge pretty much left me out of control during that time of the year, keeping my penis as hard as possible for as long as possible with the dare that someone peeking through the foliage screen might see it, especially when I squeezed off a squirt on the porch or in the yard.
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Anonymous 14/06/12(Thu)08:43 No. 21931 ID: 46316b

>>21927
Who are you talking to?


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Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)12:08 No. 21941 ID: 3efba5

did like 5 chapters of this get removed?


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Anonymous 14/06/28(Sat)09:38 No. 21997 ID: 3efba5

this is fantastic please keep writing




The Gemstone Harem: Beginnings IE 13/07/17(Wed)19:12 No. 19395 ID: d3390e [Reply]

i used to RP this scenario. as i've had the urge to compose lately, i figured it's worth creating a backstory for it. i guess tags are courteous, even though there isn't much in the way of eroticism at this point; perhaps my second post will dive deep into that.

Scene: Arabian
Labels: sensuality, realism, loose plot, 3rd person
Kinks: loli/ shota, hetero/ homo, virginity, top/ bottom roles, domination, mild rape, commands, 1 on 1, multiple partners, voyeurism, toys.


~In ancient times, before nations divided the lands, when people were fit to travel endlessly and never call a single place home, the sanded slopes of Northern Africa saw much of this traffic. Nomads hiked east towards the lush Nile, westward to the Atlantic coast; sailors shipwrecked from Mediterranean storms found a scorching environment as their inevitable burial ground. But to those accustomed to the desert's particularly way of life, there were many secrets to be found, treasures to behold, and fortunes to be changed.
~Every so often, the harshest sandstorms would carve through valleys to unearth the rocky terrain beneath. It is in these places the first wells were dug; and where springs were founded campgrounds were settled soonafter. Passers-by would stop for refreshment, which was not free by any means. An economy was built around the most valuable natural resource, and soon merchants from all around flocked to these oases. For, travelers came from many exotic places, trading whatever they could part with for cool groundwater. Such business would eventually attract thieves, and the luckiest victims of crimes would sell themselves into slavery simply to survive.
~Like clockwork, each new settlement would follow the same path, 'til slave-trading became a business of its own. Caravans moved animals, men, spices, lumber, and cloth from one oasis to the next, collecting and trading to the greatest benefit of each head merchant. The most profitable of these men were well-versed in the ways of desert life, enough to ensure the health of all valuable members of his party, to be able to thwart theft and defend against marauders, and to effectively swindle other merchants out of their best offers.

~Legend tells of one such caravan-driver whose wealth attracted the attention of truly despicable men, a fearful clan of mercenaries led with the intention of utter destruction and pillage. The markets were cornered, business was in the favor of the highest bidder, and as the caravan entered a bustling town the time was ripe to bring an end to that top-merchant's reign. A powerful desert storm was building in the west, and with sandstone cliffs to the south and steep dunes to the east and north, the marauders began their march towards the caravan's final resting place.
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Anonymous 14/02/01(Sat)04:10 No. 20999 ID: 767933

Holy shit this is good stuff!


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Reminiscences IE 14/02/19(Wed)19:08 No. 21177 ID: d3390e

i hope this was worth the wait. i tried to get it out for Valentine's, but at the same time i didn't want to force it. i think it's a nice little aside before i explore the next Gem.

>>20999
heh, i'll bow to that

>>19395
>>20484
Labels: flashbacks, character development
Kinks: loli, hetero, virginity


~"You came."
~The accusation from her discerning Mistress could not be denied, but the eleven-year-old stole a moment to defend herself. "They told me to do as I pleased--"
~"And I taught you to restrain yourself. You must remain level-headed around men. What do you think would happen if a one of them knew what you'd done? All your training would be for naught, your reputation ruined before it begins." Her scrutiny was unrelenting, almost worrisome if not for the fact that Jahi's men were truly of a dense breed.
~Aqua sat kneeling upon the cold floor, and now collapsed her form over herself in subjection to the woman. "Forgive me, Milady." Her guilt was settled. "My duty is to perform. What is it that you ask of me?"
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Green with Envy IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/06/27(Fri)23:41 No. 21992 ID: 4ed8c3

>>20484
>>21177

Labels: teaser, plot building


~Jahi had long since moved the caravan out, and the oasis was now but a glimmer upon the horizon. He considered that they had made good progress in the heat of the day, due perhaps to his decision to travel so lightly. He had brought with him three of his camels, no other beasts. Not even an oxcart was among his burden, for the purpose of this outing was to find slaves, not to sell potions. Though some lesser wares had been packed away in the saddlebags, the majority of his assets were measured in coin.
~'Twas a business angle his Partner had never trusted, to deal solely in currency. Its value was too versatile, and it attracted too many thieving eyes. Bartering cargo had proven itself a much safer transaction, but as much as his heed for the Mistress's advice, it was just that: an opinion. The caravan's troop was prepared to defend it, whatever the adversary; but if Jahi's masterful plan were to unfold smoothly, then they would find only allies on their journey.

~Servants worked furiously within The Room of Preparation, running fabric and taking measurements from Peridot who stood solemn and still as a mannequin for them, and they stitched and sewed according to the unique specifications that their Lady had requested. By an hour's time, the four had settled its form and began tempering the material into comfortable wear, hemming in the cuffs of ankles and softening the waistband's trim. An hour more and the Mistress ascended from her dungeon duties to judge the progress of the garb.
~Peridot modeled the fine leggings and the company of seamstresses looked on with nods of delight as they inspected both their craftsmanship and the approval of their headmistress. "Very good, as usual, ladies," she told them, admiring the work that time and time again brought her ideas to life. She was especially glad of how well the trousers held themselves together, as they were lacking an obvious element of support; yet no doubt this sort of wardrobe for the girl would dictate the extent of her abilities, the only purpose she would serve at all. Indeed, she envisioned similar outerwear for Emerald, as neither had the figure for dancing. One of the servants strode to the table's edge where the hourglass stood and reset its cascade of sand, marking a mental note for all that the eleventh hour was now upon them.
~The Mistress brought her eyes upon the girl's round face and uttered a few words to her. "Your final hour has come, my dear, and there is still much to be done. Undress," she commanded, then turned to one of the servants. "Prepare a vat of mint for this one, and be quick about it. Prime it to soak a quarter hour. We need Message too long. Click here to view the full text.




Mob Property (TG,m>f,f,mf) Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)20:54 No. 21891 ID: b15d46 [Reply]

~One of my earliest TG works, the writing is certainly a little rough around the edges but I hope you enjoy it and as always, I am eager for feedback, positive or otherwise.

White, my first impression is white. Then pain. A face resolves, thin and lined, worried. The pain returns, worse, and then blackness.

Sometime later, the whiteness returns. So does the pain. Objects move, my vision sharpens somewhat as things begin to resolve. White coats. A persistent beeping and pain, more pain. Somehow it is bearable, and thoughts take shape, I’m in a hospital.

A voice, “Can you hear me?” says the white coat.

I try to speak; only a grunt escapes. The pain is too much.

“Just blink, one for yes, two for no, understand?”

I blink once. How do I ask the million questions I have when I can barely blink?

“You’ve been in a terrible accident. We can operate, but it is unlikely you’ll survive. There is another option. We’ve had success with transfer of minds between animals; there is a chance we can transfer my brain to another human body for you to live in.”
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Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)19:47 No. 21906 ID: fa5b53

Poor girl... Is it over? I hope it's not. I am really enjoying it so far.


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TG_wave 14/06/24(Tue)18:40 No. 21978 ID: 701ad3

OP here. It was one of my early stories and I appreciate the feedback, even the negative stuff. I like to think my later stories Fountain of Youth (http://7chan.org/elit/res/21852.html) for example does a much better job.

As far as continuing the story, while I have considered our heroine waking up in the mansion belonging to the mysterious Mr. Gordon only to find a triumphant and vindictive Vanessa awaiting her, there remains a problem. Many erotic adventures would likely ensue, but much of my thrill comes from the gender bending aspect, a facet that dims as a character adapts to what is a generally a constant influence. Unless the gender change is itself more central to the plot (the story linked above)or less constant an influence (some stories I have yet to post). Given that my actual sexual predilections, at least the ones I'm willing to put metaphorical pen-to-paper for, are fairly vanilla compared to much of what's on here, with my material as a launching point, someone else may certainly write on. The story, unless I'm taken by an incredible wave of inspiration is done, again, so far as I am concerned.

That being said, I'm incredibly glad, and flattered if you enjoyed it!

-TG_wave


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Anonymous 14/06/26(Thu)08:32 No. 21987 ID: fa5b53

>>21978
I totally understand what you mean. I too find myself working out new characters when the swap simply becomes their day to day life and nothing extraordinary. That said, a story where the main character had no control of the swaps via hormonal changes with mood or an outside force pushing them back and fourth as a means of torment, etc. may get some more mileage as the swap would become more difficult to adjust to. In any case your stories are great. Keep up all the good work!




Fountain of Youth (tg, m>f, mf, f, mff) Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)04:46 No. 21852 ID: d47b9c [Reply]

Looking for feedback ~

The jungle was unbearably hot. "Maybe in hell there would be less humidity", Jamie Wilson, said to his tall companion. Jamie was short where his companion was tall, overweight and balding, his skull glistened with sweat as flies moved about the late afternoon air. He smacked at one and shifted his stance to pull a foot out of the mud. Two inches of mud sucked at his boots and he almost fell over, twisting his arms to barely maintain his balance.

His companion stared forward solemnly, ignoring the heat and bugs. Jamie sighed as he righted himself. Some people got all the luck, Damien was tall and handsome, even the gray working at his temples managed to give his full head of hair a seasoned quality. Damien's tank-top even looked dry and clean, where Jamie's was soaked with sweat and now splashed with mud.

The Company had sent them both to the heart of the amazon on a lead. It seemed impossible, but a native claimed to have uncovered the vault housing the Fountain of Youth.

"Poppycock," Jamie's father would have called it. Even so, the lead had been so promising that the Company's leading two executives Damien Fullworth and Jamie Wilson had been sent to supervise the tomb's opening and protect the Company's investment in labor and research that had led here. He could obviously understand why a Company would be hunting the Fountain of Youth, but everyone knew that it was a myth, and a waste of time.

And yet here he was, in the stink and the heat, watching a bunch of dirty locals pry open a moss covered stone that supposedly held the temple. Shouting from the locals in Portuguese took Jamie's attention from the latest mosquito to bite his neck.

Senior scientist, Jack Phillips, emerged from the crowd of excited Argentinians, approaching both businessmen. Thin and reedy, dressed in a tattered lab coat, the researcher addressed Damien and all but ignored Jamie, "Sir, we should go in first, the photographers and the archaeologists, I mean. This temple has been untouched for ages, you should wait until we’ve thoroughly investigated?"

Damien sneered down at him. Although Jamie was technically the taller man’s superior, Damien's quick rise through the Company ranks had made him arrogant and his tone of command cowed all but the strongest willed. "The Company has instructed us to be the first ones inside. We must insure the interests of the company are not harmed."
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TG_wave 14/06/24(Tue)18:50 No. 21979 ID: 701ad3

OP here. Thanks for all the feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed my story, I wasn't anticipating the connection you'd find with my characters. Usually I have a hard time developing characters people care about so it's gratifying to hear you feel that way.

On another note, most of what I have available to read is now posted here for your reading "pleasure?"

That being said I do have one more story I'm conflicted about. While I think it's a fairly enjoyable story, and different in many ways from the other TG material I've already posted, it's in second person perspective (eww, I know). It was originally for a choose your own adventure type thing, and I can either post it (even in second person it isn't terrible) or edit for 1st or 3rd, something that I likely won't get around to for a very long time.

If you've never transitioned an entire story from second to 1st person, I have, its awful. All the tenses are wrong as well... it's just a mess.


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Anonymous 14/06/25(Wed)05:11 No. 21981 ID: 22ee49

Amazing. While I see the transition from male to female, one can really feel the complexities of learning to deal with new situations from your writing. It's so descriptive but not overbearing. Not to mention the fact that you speak English and understand punctuation. There was only one small typo that I came across and I surely can't remember where it is after finishing the story. Lol. Like others have stated, you must continue the story. What happens to Jamie and Darien now?


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Anonymous 14/06/25(Wed)05:14 No. 21982 ID: 22ee49

>>21981
Realized too late that my phone auto-corrected Damien.




Eurasian Boy in a Moroccan Harem Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)20:59 No. 21967 ID: 7fe003 [Reply]

since she didn't consider Eurasian boys to be men, on her return trips to Morroco, she would have Elliot sleep in the women's concubine quarter in the harem. It sounds hot being with a bunch of naked harem slaves. But he wasn't considered a man, he was treated as a cunt-slave himself. Harem slaves are notoriously catty, and they had never seen a Eurasian femboy before. They loved lording it over him, and tormenting him like he was just another girl. He was basically forced to serve as a Eunuch in a Moroccan harem.

harems are supposed to be the happiest place on earth. Elliot couldn't even get laid in a Moroccan harem. Even concubine slaves just considered him a fellow harem sister and abused his tiny manhood. or boyhood I should say.

harem slaves are so used to being abused by their Masters. Elliot thought they would welcome a Nice Guy Gentleman who treated them with respect. Instead they considered such feminine weakness, a sign he was just another womanly harem slave himself and abused him as such. They tortured him for their misogynistic master instead of rewarding him for being a White Knight rescuer. They gave him the same hazing they do to the new freshman slaves.'

His Eurasian penis was so tiny, that it was no obstacle to the harem slaves adopting him as a fellow sister. They forced him to learn the harem chain of command.

His selfish stepmom would spend months partying in her homeland, while she would live Elliot to be tortured as a bitch femboy by harem slaves. She knew what was going on, but she thought it would teach him a lesson and beat the gangsta swag out of him.

He experienced the total destruction of his masculinity and it destroyed him for life.

harem slaves are so used to being abused by their Masters. Elliot thought they would welcome a Nice Guy Gentleman who treated them with respect. Instead they considered such feminine weakness, a sign he was just another womanly harem slave himself and abused him as such. They tortured him for their misogynistic master instead of rewarding him for being a White Knight rescuer. They gave him the same hazing they do to the new freshman slaves.

The harem slaves would bathe his entire body with the saliva of their tongues. His tiny Eurasian dick would be incredibly aroused but still tiny. So close to the most beautiful women on the planet, but not allowed to assert its maleness. His dick was just a useless toy not meant for fucking. Their beauty was just a tease.
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Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)21:00 No. 21968 ID: 7fe003

Elliot's standard attire while working at the harem was a tiny pink thong. The most noticeable thing about it was how much of a bulge there wasn't, as girls were often fond of pointing out to the harem's customers should they fail to notice themselves.

and I would add that it was not a thong most women in their 20s could fit into. Only the youngest teen slaves could fit into a thong that small. Which earned him the jealous catty abuse of the older slave girls.

that is even worse than it sounds. For when women spend long periods of time in close proximity, their menstrual periods synch up around the dominant Alpha Female AKA the Top Bitch in a harem. That means that on one day of the month, he had literally hundreds of young harem slaves spilling their vaginal blood right onto his Eurasian face, tongue, mouth, one after the other

in some ways having a useless penis when being surrounded by such beautiful slave girls is worse than being an actual eunuch

all his intense teen male sex drive made totally impotent by human property

Once he defied them. He was tied up spread eagle. His small genitals up in the air. They all had turns whipping him with a riding crop used for donkeys. They would hover their breasts and pussies mere inches from his face. He never defied them again.

The ones not bedded by the master would beat him and curse him as a way to express anger at the master. He often had to fellate one if their dildos or watch two trib each other. All the while he could not wank. They checked him with a uv light. Any signs of wanking were met with being bent over and whipped raw. Once while doing their laundry by hand he was caught sniffing their undies. He received several kicks to his tiny balls.

He wore gloves and wash to be careful lest his unworthy skin tainted their garments. Once a girl walked over stark naked. She put on the garment he had just washed. She purred a thanks while jiggling to ensure it fit. A cruel giggle and her swaying away was the biggest sting.
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Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)21:01 No. 21969 ID: 7fe003

Every day, Elliot was forced to be to serve the women of the harem at 6:00 A.M. sharp, and he was given one spank with a paddle for every minute he was late. Sometimes, the girls would tease him, for instance by tying him up in his sleep, so that when he awoke with the intent of being ready to serve them, he would have to undo himself from the restraints first. While all of the girls knew what happened, none of them would offer to help him, and he would still be spanked regardless when he managed to free himself and report for his work. He begged and pleaded to be forgiven, but no matter what the extenuating circumstances, he was going to be punished, and all of the girls knew that when he was spanked they were permitted to take a break from their own work and watch him receive his punishment.

He would answer to elle and had to learn the arts of woman. Dancing, reciting poetry, singing, and other things. If permitted to walk he had to put a spring in his step like a dancing girl. He had no privacy. When he pissed he sat like a girl. He was made up like a girl and had to practice talking like one. He felt burning shame but also silently wanted more.

he had to do naked jumping jacks after every piss, in front of the harem girls, to make sure that every drop came out, and he didn't stain his silk harem panties with his dirty urine. His tiny little dick would flop up and down all over the place.

One day, an important and much loved Moroccan businessman passed away, and it was ordered that in order to represent their mourning all girls of the harem would wear a flower in their hair. However, when they tried putting a flower in Elliots hair, it was too short to accommodate the flower. The girls decided that low as he was, even he would be required to show his devotion to the great Moroccan figure, and so they inserted the flower in his urethra. He then had to perform all of his daily duties with a flower stem painfully inserted into his manhood. The girls all commented on how much better it looked, and that at least that tiny little cock of his was now being put to some use.

They loved the look for him so much that they decided his dick was now the harem's smallest and most beautiful flowerpot, it was almost assured that if one of the girls picked a bouqet of flowers from the garden, he would end up wearing one of them in his dick for the rest of the day.

He was given a special rub down the very first night. The cream felt good at first. It was all over his face down to his little feet. It got warmer. Warmer and it made him tingle. Then it started burning. He felt it seep into every pore of his skin. For an hour he was left like this. Then they rinsed him off with freezing ice water. He was washed in the most fruity smelling bath water. From then on nit a single hair grew except for his head.

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Anonymous 14/06/20(Fri)19:44 No. 21971 ID: 12c4d8

lel




Dragon Witch and the Princess Anonymous 14/03/04(Tue)09:56 No. 21291 ID: a7dc66 [Reply]

not my story.

futa/loli, futa/female, parody: sleeping beauty

Chapter 0 - A fated Meeting

The Dragon Witch and the Princess


Written by Silent Soul Ken
Idea inspired by Once and Again
Beta’d by Slicerness

Prologue
A fated meeting
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Anonymous 14/03/13(Thu)08:07 No. 21354 ID: ab2d9f

this is awesome...but stay away from that giant genital shit


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Anonymous 14/03/13(Thu)12:27 No. 21356 ID: f5b1c2

Psh, they weren't THAT big.
Pretty good OP, aside from a few apparent autocorrect errors and minor sentence structure issues. Do want more.


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Anonymous 14/06/19(Thu)08:38 No. 21965 ID: 58f343

The Dragon Witch and the Princess
Written by SSK
Beta’d by Slicerness

Chapter 2
Temptation

It had been a month since Aurora began helping Maleficent again. While Aurora helped Maleficent never shot as much cum as she had that one day. Aurora was confused but stayed silent, dutifully performing her self-appointed task.

Maleficent was another story all together. She had been plagued with dreams of grabbing the young Aurora with a large bust and bum and plowing into her with savage and feral lust. She would awaken with her cock erect forming a tent and her sheet’s soaked with spilt seed. It also didn’t help that the girl was getting better at that bizarre dance every day and her actions were becoming lewder with every motion. There was also the fact that Maleficent had finally placed the girls room directly across from her own as part of her plans. There was one more step she needed to take, and that was to bathe with her.

However Maleficent’s desires as well as her prick had been growing. Before she had been a modest 14 inches hard, now she was 16 inches, and her balls had swelled up by half an inch and were sometimes over filled. She had to visit her dungeons more frequently than she ever had in her entire life and unfilled fairy pussy was becoming scarce. She was afraid that soon her desires would take over and she would plow the young girl and impregnate her earlier than planned. No, it was too soon, it would ruin her plans and if there was one thing Maleficent hated it was her plan being ruined.

Now she stood sat on her bed her body sore and hurting, having just returned from fucking yet another 28 fairies and bloating them with cum. Her cock ached so much it was painful to touch and it didn’t help that she hadn’t gotten any magic supplements for the potions lately. Her dick was too sore and large ugly veins were appearing, showing its abuse. It was pretty obvious she couldn’t get hard anymore otherwise she’d seriously damage herself. She just hoped Aurora wasn’t planning anything silly.

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My 8th Summer CH-1 (M/b, NO Sex, Light CD, mostly true) Taylor 13/07/07(Sun)07:47 No. 19334 ID: 2f2cd6 [Reply]

Chapter 1- this story is mostly true, some details have been changed here and there but the important stuff is all there. It starts very slow, didn't realize how slow until I re-read it. The pace will pick up as it goes along, just had to set the stage.



Chapter 1
Paw-Paw’s Habits and the Old House

My name is Taylor, I am an only child but not by my mother’s choice, my birth was problematic and the doctors advised my parents not to try again. My mother was heartbroken but reconciled herself to just having a son even though she really wanted a daughter too. My father was a salesperson for a textile manufacturer and traveled a couple weeks a month.

My mom and I were really close; we spent most days at the pool during the summer months and she’d take me everywhere with her. I guess she projected her desire for a daughter on me somewhat because I loved shopping. We’d go to the mall a couple times a week and hit up all the clothing stores. She would take me into the fitting rooms with her and let me try on clothes and ohh and ahh at me. It was around the time I was 5 or 6 that I started trying on girl’s clothes sometimes too. She loved to see me in flowery dresses or a skirt and a cute top. She would smile like a proud mother when a salesperson at one of the stores told her how pretty her daughter was. Funny, she didn’t buy me girl’s clothes though. It was our little “shopping secret”.

She also let my hair grow to an unfashionable length for a boy. I had light blond hair, almost white, to my shoulders full of ringlet curls. It was often in a ponytail and when my father was out of town she would put it in pigtails when we went shopping. I never really thought about being a girl. I just loved to make my mom happy and it was fun playing dress up. Looking back I can still remember the tingly feeling of being in the dressing room wearing a cute dress with some Mary Janes and my hair in pigtails. It was a great time for me and for her. I think my willingness to be her “daughter” for our shopping trips kept her from being as upset about not being able to have another child.

When I entered kindergarten my mother went back to work. She was a teacher so we had the same schedule, off for holidays and summer vacation. We still went shopping and I still did my best to be both a good son and a good daughter. My mother had bought me a few pairs of panties by this time with strict orders to never wear them when my father was home and she kept them hidden in a box in her closet mixed in with her shoes. I’d wear the panties around the house and sometimes sneak a pair out of the box and wear them to school under my shorts. I didn’t do it for sexual reasons, other than the tingle it gave me to wear panties. I guess, even at 6-7 years old, I realized it was “wrong” for a boy to wear girls panties. My mother knew it was wrong too, we’ve talked about it i Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 13/07/15(Mon)08:54 No. 19369 ID: 3e6bc0

More please


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Anonymous 13/09/03(Tue)10:22 No. 19634 ID: 90233a

Mooooaaaar. Cant wait to see what happens especially since you claim it to be a true story.


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Anonymous 14/06/18(Wed)22:33 No. 21963 ID: 5cd61f

when did this story start, bc I can't read ameridates.. or britdates ,- ) or even sweddates :P)?

anyhow: contributing with chromaticism of the sheer time-consuming ordeal it is to read this shit, hope it can be somewhat easier to TYPE it out, so WE CAN GET ..

get get get get get get get ..moar?




Soccer Mom and a Bully (Netorare) Anonymous 14/05/27(Tue)03:15 No. 21834 ID: 2cee88 [Reply]

“Coach! Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom.

"No I didn't I was trying to get the ball! he's just being a crybaby." Colin retorted, but it didn't matter either way, the coach was clearly uninterested in the event and was mainly just annoyed with the interruption of his gawking.

"Quit the belly-aching Jessie, sometimes your going to scrape a knee or bruise an elbow, it's sports son! man up!"

"Yeah, girl name, stop whining." Colin gnarled which received a hearty amount of laughter from the other kids on the team and topped it off with an infuriating smirk, obviously pleased with getting away with another jab at my pride. Colin was the same age as me, but he sure didn't look like it. He was 6 foot tall, well built and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes, the whole shebang and a real jerk to boot. No wonder all the girls liked him. Me on the other hand, pretty much the exact opposite at 5'3 I was a skinny, pale, nerdy loser and Colin liked to make sure I knew it. Suffice to say, I wasn't a hit with the ladies either the only time I ever asked a girl out was for a school dance and she literally laughed in my face.

As I got up and wiped the grass and dirt from my knees and palms I heard the coaches whistle blow, it was break time. all the kids rushed to the sidelines to have some snacks and something to drink. Every week one of the parents got the duty of providing snacks and drinks and just generally being around to help out during the soccer practices, this week it was my moms turn. there were two small picnic tables for everybody to eat at, I went to sit down with the one my mom was at but it was full before I got there. she looked at me and shrugged lightly, nothing to do about it, I guess I'll have to go sit at the other table with the coach.

From where I was sitting I had a good view of my moms table, and I saw her sitting across from Colin and talking with him. all the other kids at that table were chatting amongst themselves but Colin and my mom were having a pretty involved conversation with each other. it seemed like they were having a pretty good time, they were laughing and joking together, one might even think they were flirting with each other. Why is she chatting with him? Didn't she see what a jerk he was? didn't she see how he tripped me during practice? he did stuff like that all the time but I was always too ashamed to tell her about it. Then I noticed something else, he reached over the table and casually put his hand on top of hers. I expected her to pull away immediately and say something but she didn't instead she looked down at his hand, looked up at him and blushed she looked almost bashful. he pulled his hand away before anybody noticed or it became unco Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)07:32 No. 21940 ID: 27eddb

>>21929
This

>>21926
This made me feel much better.


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Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)23:17 No. 21958 ID: 6f2571

>>21926
Yes. All of my yes to this. You have earned all my yes, they are yours.


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Anonymous 14/06/18(Wed)09:41 No. 21961 ID: 2ba399

>>21936




Truth or Dare (TG,m>f,f, mf, lapdance!) TG Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:28 No. 21908 ID: 9b2d01 [Reply]

It was a cold winter's day in early January when I drove through the heavy snow to my high school friend's house. Being my first trip back home since starting college, I'd spent the earlier part of the break with family celebrating the holidays, but in the week or so until school started up again, I made it a goal to see my friends. They'd all started college as well and it would be our first chance to catch up since we'd all parted ways in late August.

Finally I reached the house, a frosted cape, lights glowing from inside promising warmth in the frigid weather. First however, I prepared for the journey from the driveway, putting on my heavy coat, gloves and hat. Even the walk to the front door would be uncomfortable with the subzero temperatures and heavy snow.

Two other cars were sitting in the driveway, relatively free of snow, signaling that I was the last of my friends to arrive but by a small margin. This visit had a good chance of turning into a sleepover the way the snow was pilling up on the roads. Bundled up I stepped out onto what should have been the front walk, although with 6 inches of new snow it was impossible to tell. Slogging my way up to the front door and hitting the doorbell, I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the icy breeze. Fortunately, the door opened almost immediately and my best friend welcomed me into the warmth and light of the interior.

My first assumption had been correct, my other friends had recently arrived and their snow-covered gear piled up near the door had only begun to melt. I added boots and gloves to the pile, and then four of us exchanged greetings. Mel, whose parents’ owned the home, gave me a big grin and seemed the happiest to see me. The impression I got was that perhaps he had found the confidence in college that had eluded him so frequently in high school. Perhaps the self-assurance came from the time he’d been putting into the weight room. Muscles were evident in his shoulders and legs that had not always been there.

Charles waved a hand in greeting, his ginger hair and freckles glowing in the well-lighted entryway. His usual distracted nature was on display, his attention focused on something in the living room that I couldn’t see.

Last, Pete came in, his arms wide for a hug, he was always touchy feely in a way that often made us uncomfortable. We would have joked about how he was probably gay, but in high school he had been the only one with a girlfriend, a fact that fizzled such mockery before it could start.

At a gesture from Charles, I walked with Pete’s arm over my shoulder, joining my friends as they sat around the rug in the living room. In the middle of the rug, instead of the old, wooden coffee table was a large black orb nearly a foot tall. The orb itself sat in a dull gray marble base that looked as if it served to prevent the ball from rolling free on t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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TG+Wave 14/06/06(Fri)18:29 No. 21909 ID: 9b2d01

It was as good a deal as I was likely to get so I took a deep breath and stood, three sets of eyes following me as I took Charlie's hand and brought him over to the couch. He sat, a shit-eating grin on his face, eyes scanning up and down the body that would probably be the most beautiful any of them would ever see. I took a step back and twirled around, putting my back to him; the flaps of my negligee reaching out like a miniature ballroom gown. I had no idea what I was doing but I put my arms in the air, stretching them high over my head, wrists crossed, and began my dance.

It came easier than I ever would have believed. For someone that had perhaps seen a lap dance twice, and with a body that had only been mine for at most 15 minutes, I just moved my hips. A little at first, a figure eight, as my hands fell slowly, I let them caress my silky hair, then moved them down the side of my torso the light fabric of the nightie running between my fingers, tightness beneath. My hands rested on my hips as I let my hips move in ever-larger arcs.

My heart was racing now, partly the dance and partly the strange body I was feeling for the first time. On impulse I bent suddenly at the waist and could feel my hair fly. Planting one hand on the ground I looked back at Charles. His eyes were wide, the mocking gleam gone; I smiled as his eyes met mine.

Pulling myself back up, I turned to face him. Gradually, I became aware of soft music, but I kept my eyes locked on Charles' own and moved with the music. I moved my hands over my body while my hips gyrated. Through my long blonde hair, tumbling down like a waterfall at sunset. Over skin unbelievably soft and supple my fingers wandered, first cupping breasts, then running between thighs as I crouched and rose again, all the while, my eyes on his.

The dance up until this point had been somehow liberating and free, like I was taking this body for a test drive somehow. Taking it for a spin around the neighborhood, I was wonderfully graceful where my old body had been clunky, like riding in a Porsche, knowing you'd have to go back to the old Sedan. Just enjoy the ride, I thought; the idea sending chills though my body, a feeling that felt surprisingly wonderful. My entire body felt flush with excitement, my smile reflecting genuine pleasure as I savored each new sensation, even the small ones, like my slightly different center of gravity or the long hair caressing my ears and neck. When I bit the corner of my mouth, something that had always seemed incredibly sexy to me as a male, I even enjoyed the subsequent shifting of posture that Charles made.

I can admit that feeling my hands roam this body felt intoxicating, but a part of my mind could not forget that this was a LAP dance. Walking over the foot of floor that separated us was terrifying. There was no mistaking his arousal, straining the zipper of his skinny jeans. Between his legs, Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/06/07(Sat)18:40 No. 21913 ID: fa5b53

I am excited to see where this goes! Keep up the good work!


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Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)19:50 No. 21950 ID: db8f99

awesome.




The Parasite Part 1 (fb, inc, scifi) Death By Snu Snu 12/07/27(Fri)01:06 No. 16783 ID: 97ab06 [Reply]

This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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Anonymous 14/05/30(Fri)08:34 No. 21848 ID: b6a8fc

yeah, you should continue, OP. I've been lurking and bumping for months.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)19:55 No. 21863 ID: 8a961e

>>21498
This just feels like repetition of what's happened. She's fucked two people, oh look, a third man. The idea that the parasite would need to find another woman to reproduce in, leading to all women eventually having the parasites within them and being utterly under the control of their sexual urges and their parasites.
I'd write it if I could be fucked to write it.


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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)20:00 No. 21864 ID: 8a961e

>>21863
Plus, it was too much of a jump. The parasite shouldn't just control her mind instantly now, just influences her to be horny and then drives her primal impulses home, eventually turning her into a fuck slave, effectively.
You need to keep the standard of story there still.
This is erotic literature, too many people are forgetting the 'literature' part recently.




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