This is the story of a young girl who starts to slowly discover her sexuality.

Dear Diary, (Day 1)

Today I turned 13 years old! All my friends came over to wish me a happy birthday and give me presents; it was magical. Daddy treated me like a princess all day and called me his Queen. I got loads of nice presents, Sandra bought me a pink dress (which personally I think is a little short), Katie drew a portrait of me (which I adore) and Sophie made my birthday cake. It was huge and decorated with scrummy icing.

I noticed in the shower this morning that my chest is getting larger; my teacher told me that these are called "breasts." They sure feel odd! I've been wearing bras for a while now but until lately I've never really needed them. I feel quite grown up with these new breasts (or as the boys in my class call them, boobs.) My nipples have turned a dark shade of pink and feel slightly harder. Before I used to think wearing a bra was pointless, but now I actually think it's quite fun. I wore my cotton white pair today and according to the label I'm a size 32A (whatever that means.)

Sorry I just went to check my breasts in the mirror, they're ever so perky. I hope I grow bigger though as I don't want to be flat chested all my life! From the photo's I've seen of Mum she had quite large breasts, so I hope I take after her. I don't like to think about her too much though, ever since she... well you know.

When Daddy was out I asked my girlfriends about their bodies too. So far it seems as if I'm the only one in our little group to need a bra! Sandra felt my chest a bit and said that she didn't think I had anything to brag about (she's jealous really. Exactly why I don't know.)

The other day some blood came from "down there" and I was really worried, but Katie told me that it's a normal thing for every girl our age and that I shouldn't worry. I looked it up online and supposedly they're called periods (isn't that an odd name?) Everybody in my circle seems to have different names for their private parts, although we've all decided to call it a "special place" for now (that sounds about right.) Sophie told us how she's started to get some hair down there and I'm ever so jealous of her! Why can't I grow some too too? It's simply not fair. My special place is completely hairless the last time I checked. I examined it in the shower and I couldn't see any hair. The warm water felt funny against my breasts and special place - what do you think it means? I asked the other girls and none of them knew, I hope it's not just me who does this. I noticed that my nipples turned really hard when I squeezed my breasts, and my special place sent a tingly feeling up my spine. If this continues I shall have to ask Daddy why.

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Angel struggled as her father forced his cock deeper until it hit the back of her throat. He pushed harder and harder, ignoring her squeals of pain, until the head of his cock popped inside. He let out his breath in a long groan as she choked on the huge cockhead spreading the entrance to her throat wide open. He rocked against her face, pushing in another two inches, and her throat contracted so violently that he was stuck in place.

Dan was in heaven. He groaned deeply and all of his muscles went slack with the overwhelming pleasure. His entire weight was resting on her face, on her throat. Her throat was still clamped around him tightly with violent contractions as she tried to force his huge cock out, but his weight forced his cockhead to slide slowly deeper. Dan's cock was harder than it had ever been, and seemed to swell even larger within the tight confines of Angel's slender neck. Dan stayed in her throat for over a full minute, just enjoying the feeling of slowly sinking into her tight, wet, contracting throat. When he was about two thirds of the way in he found that he could sink no further, and Angel's struggles were starting to weaken as her consciousness waned. "Fuck," he whispered, feeling shocked at how powerful the experience of entering his own daughter's throat had been.

Sweat rolled off his body and onto hers as he pushed himself back up to his hands and knees and slowly drew his cock back out of her mouth. When only the head was left in her throat it got stuck in the entrance, and her head lifted off the floor with his cock as he tried to pull it out. Dan stood up slowly, and Angel's eyes shot open with a shot of adrenaline at the foreign feeling of having her entire body's weight resting on first two inches of her throat. She started struggling again, but with her hands tied behind her back and her feet bound to her thighs she was helpless to stop him from standing up completely and letting her hang from his huge cock.

Dan stared down in amazement at the sight of his beautiful young daughter hanging from his cock, big tears rolling from her eyes. He put his hands on her cheeks and pushed on her head until his cock popped out of her throat and she fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath. "Fuck, Angel. You were fucking made for this."

Angel coughed helplessly. "Daddy ... please..."

Dan went back down to his knees. "Okay sweetie, this time you're taking the whole thing."

"No!" Angel rasped, looking up at him in horror. When he'd put it in a few moments ago it had gone so deep that it felt like the big head of his cock was in her stomach, and she could feel every inch of it stretching her open inside! It had hurt so much she couldn't think, and it completely blocked up the opening in her throat so she couldn't breathe.

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Fuck! Another botched note. Had I suddenly forgotten what key I was supposed to be playing in? Whatever. I shook my head in exasperation, shifted my hands a half an inch, and started playing again from the beginning of the measure. But Dave sighed and put his hand on mine to stop me. "Chill out and take a break for a second, okay?"

Dave, as you've probably guessed by now, was my piano teacher; in fact, he had been for the last four or five years. I had just turned 16, and in his mid twenties, Dave was almost ten years older than me. But that didn't stop me from admiring him. Everything about him exuded confidence and authority, but without a hint of arrogance -- in fact, he had never been anything but quite kind to me. He was the type of man I could imagine just as easily as the President of the United States or as an affable teacher. And I had never asked him what he did besides teach piano, for fear of ruining the mystery. And of course, his physical attractiveness completed the ensemble. A foot taller than I was, and thin -- but strong, without being overly buff. I don't think it would be a stretch to say I had always had a crush on Dave.

I have been told I'm cute my whole life, but I've never known whether to believe it. I mean, people will say anything to be nice, right? My long, straight black hair and slightly olive skin were the only attractive things I got from my mother's racial background; everything else came from my lily-white mother. I was 5'6'', but I might have been cheating and measuring with shoes on. And I knew girls in middle school with breasts larger than mine, but hey -- at least I had something there. I guess my only real assets were my butt and legs. The former was small and tight but still very round; the latter were long for my height, slender, and slightly toned. I always tended to wear tight, high-cut dresses to accentuate my two favorite features, especially -- I'm ashamed to admit -- when I was around Dave.

"Katie, what's wrong? Over the years I've taught you everything from Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars to Beethoven, and this is the first time I've seen you play a piece so badly that you claim to have thoroughly practiced. Either you lied about practicing at home, which I doubt, or something's on your mind besides the piano. Which is it?"

I don't know whether it was the "President of the United States" aspect of his personality, or the "affable teacher", but the fact is, I had always felt I could trust Dave completely. And since he had ordered me to spill the beans in that voice that was stern without being harsh, I felt compelled to answer.

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Hi all,
I once read a elit but i cant remember what it was called but i remember part of it was about a sister jacking off her brother because he had a broken arm
i was wondering if you guys know the story

hello /elit/ I seen some journal type posts here but mostly made up stuff? I do love type out and relive my past, idk why its just exciting. I figured I'd post some here and see if anyone is interested in them or to talk about it. I'll post how I lost my virginity and one of my more exciting stories.

I was a horny 16 year old teenage virgin and wanted to fuck. Almost anyone would do really but I was kind of a tomboy back then, baggy pants, lose tshirts. I was petite but didn't really take care of myself. I camwhored a lot and flirted with so many guys online, but never much irl. One day I joined an online forum for anime fans in Florida. It was for like minded people to meet up, you know typical stuff. But being the pervert I was when I found some local boy and became sort of friends with him we eventually got on the topic of sex. I flirted and teased and got all excited, I told him I wanted to suck dick and we basically became FWBs. For a few months we'd hang out, watch anime and play video games and I'd suck his cock, he'd fondle and finger me etc. He knew I was a virgin, but despite me wanting to fuck for some reason I was still not 100% on fucking him just yet.

One day he picked me up from work and he brought me a present. It was my first toy, a pocket rocket. I gave him a good BJ behind the store in his car as thanks and then tried it out later that night. Had my first orgasm and I got online and told him all about it. I was so happy and excited that I told him that because of that gift i was ready to let him take my virginity.

A few days later he came over to my house with another girl, (another FWB of his and a mutual friend of ours) and we 3 took off to her house. There we had a bit of a 3way. I sucked him off, he fingered me and ate her out. Eventually they both grin at me and ask me if I'm ready to be fucked. Hell yeah I was. I laid back on her bed and spread my legs for him. She came over and playfully held my arms back as he approached with his cock and began to fuck me. It hurt at first but eventually I was just enjoying it. She watched my get fucked and at one point bent over and kissed me. I wish she did more, I wanted to make out with her and a whole lot more but was too nervous. Anyway sex continues for a while, just missionary, until he came in his condom and that was pretty much it. I lay there naked for a while, they got dressed then I did too. Not the best sex, and he wasn't a BF or "the one" or even someone I loved, but I don't regret it :) We only fucked one other time, he fucked me while the girl was being fucked a by a friend of hers. After that we stopped having sex cause a guy I actually really liked told me he'd be interested in trying a relationship with me .

First real story that I decided to write. Considering my overall lack of experience in the matter, I'd imagine it's probably crap.

Tags are simple: Various girls getting turned into monster girls. Individual tags may be added as the story progresses, but that's the primary one.

The Seal of Marduk

“Huh.”

It was a hot day in the middle of a rather famous Indian burial site, used more now as a training site for students of Archaeology for the nearby university than for any serious inquiry anymore, and the person in question who just said “Huh.”, is a sophomore, named Glenn Tremain. Glenn considered particularly average human specimen, standing at about 5’9 tall, with sandy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, bookish expression, and not particularly fit build. The object that so piqued his curiosity was a seeming clay disk, embedded in the ground nearby.

He wrapped his fingers around it, prying it from the earth, and turned it over, revealing a rather ugly face with a sunken-in, eyeless stare and what looked like a faint smile on its face. On certain parts of the face were marked strange sigils, in a language that Glenn, at the very least, didn’t have any knowledge of, although it seemed similar to hieroglyphics. The effect was a rather creepy face, really, though the student had learned to tame his instinct towards fear in favor of logic. He stared at it for a short while, musing to himself. “…. Interesting, doesn’t appear to be part of the native culture. Maybe it was brought from a different one nearby….?” His voice reflected his inner thoughts perfectly, more driven by curiosity, as a plan began to drive itself forward in his mind. “This could make a good final project, I’ll just look up what it is, cross-reference it with texts, and go from there.” Sneaking a quick peek around for the moment, he placed the disk inside of his pack, and picked up the satchel, wrapping the strap around his shoulder. Standing up, he started heading back to the bus that took them there, the professor yelling, “Alright, that’s all for today! Get back on the bus, we’re going back.”

Unbeknownst to Glenn, however, the disk inside of his pack glowed a sinister, greenish light, one that was not visible through the pack. But that didn’t matter. The effects of the disk would happen regardless.

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sub, /elit/

I'm looking for an elit book. I want a physical copy of elit stories, so that I can take it with me in my backpack, when a computer would be impractical. Do you have any advice on this, or just a favourite book?

I do prefer futa stories, especially wincest futa, but all suggestions are appreciated.

pic sorta related

Hello,

Years ago I read a story about two people who begin with a game of strip poker in the back of a van. The woman who lost is subjected to several embarrassing things such as being blind folded, tied up in public, receiving an enema, and then cleaned and treated to a warm bed where the two people in the story turn out to have already been a couple playing for dominance. I couldn't begin to recall their names but that is the gist of the story, I cannot find it on any e-lit websites. Story went along the name of "the bet" when I first read it... Does anyone know where I can find a copy of this exciting story?

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

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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.

Just started writing erotic lit and I'd love some feedback!

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“Hey boss! We caught a snooper!”

Two men roughly dragged a young girl through the doors of a posh office and pushed her to the ground. She glared up at them and angrily shook her fist

“Geez you don't have to be so rough!”

Kitty Scopes was an intern reporter, she'd been helping out with an article about local organized crime. When she found some evidence that possibly linked one of the top law firms in the city with the notorious crime ring, she couldn't help taking her camera to the building on a sunday and poking around a bit. The journalist she'd been shadowing warned her not to go and do anything stupid, it wasn't hard evidence after all, but curiosity killed the cat right? Two large bodybuilder like men had caught her climbing through a window not even 10 minutes after she'd arrived. Sticking halfway out the window, camera in hand, she sheepishly told the guards that she was lost. They didn't really buy it. They hauled her out by the arms, kicking and screaming. They were completely ignored her protests, marching her straight up to the 50th floor and into this office.

Kitty regarded her surroundings, it was an ultra modern and expensive looking room. The desk in front of her was mahogany, but everything else was super sleek metal and glass. A man got up from behind the desk and eyed her skeptically. He looked to be about 30; maybe a little younger, tall, and incredibly handsome. Kitty guessed he must work at the firm, judging by his hand tailored suit he clearly had the cash to be employed here.

“What the hell is this, she's just a kid!” The man seemed beyond irritated as he looked Kitty over. She was a sophomore at the local college, but her slim petite figure gave her the appearance of a much younger girl. She wore a short pleated shirt and a slightly oversized sweater which added to her schoolgirl look. Pulling her hair back into pigtails wasn't helping much either.
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