Kelly went out for her daily jog along the bike trail at her apartment complex. The trail consisted of a 3 mile concrete loop with wooden paths that cut through the woods to various calisthenics courses set up for quick 10 min workouts. At 33, Kelly felt great. At the top of her game at work she was just promoted to assistant executive. She worked hard and it showed, though her social life was drab, it didn't bother her to much as she was subtly shy around the opposite sex. Though raised in a conservative family she always hid her dark sexual feelings as she thought something horrible was wrong with. Her whole life she always felt it was wrong to give into the incredible burning within her groin that would flare up inside her for no particular reason and in the most in opportune times. For sometime in her youth her parents had her treated for blatant public masturbation as her desires became to much at times. For a longtime now she had repressed so much to gain a certain amount of respect from her peers. Kelly was strikingly beautiful at 5'10 she was very athletic as she played softball all four years of college. She was serious about her scholarship back then and it still showed. At 145 lbs she was curvy but very muscular. She always admired her muscular legs that flowed evenly into her curvaceous bubble butt. Her hips graciously slendered up towards her tight stomach. Up top she loved her larger sized D cups. With just a slight natural hang to them they definitely were beautiful and pert enough that she didn't have to wear a bra if she didn't want to. Her breasts gave way to soft smaller light pink nipples. Always so sensitive to the touch, she loved to run in her Lycra sports bra as it teased the tips of her nipples the whole way. Her Cherokee heritage that her grandmother always told her about didn't hold much with her, besides she didn't think she looked" Native American". Though the bloodline was far into her ancestral line her high cheek bones and naturally tanned skin always accentuated her long shiny honey brown hair which she always wore just past her mid back. Another one of her features that few had been so fortunate to see and touch was the beauty that lay between her legs. Her body never produced the thick dark hair that most of her friends growing up had. In fact most of her body hair stayed a very soft light color. So much so she shaved it all off. In doing so it greatly accentuated her pubic bone which gave way to a beautiful fleshy mound that held two puffy lips which tuck away in a lovely slit. So soft and pink that when ever her burning over came her would flow out a constant stream of juice that was ever so sweet. Sometimes so much that her socks would be wet.

Today she noticed that really no one was out. The crisp fall air was wonderful. Not a hint of humidity was to be found. The natural scent of jasmine flourished around her as her hair waft it around as she ran. As she Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I open the door to see Joey standing there, with a sly grin on his face. He likes to come over, and for his age he seems to harbor some weirdly mature thoughts - or at least that's what I imagine.
"Hi Misses Jenns, my mother sent me over to ask for salt" he said to me.
"Oh, that's not a problem, come on in and we'll find some for you in the kitchen"
When we entered the kitchen and I started looking for the salt, I deliberately took longer because I wanted to give Joey a good look over my body, stretching to look through the cabinets. I could feel his young, hungry look on my body, scanning every inch, and he really liked what he saw, it seemed, because when I glanced over for a second, the sly grin was there again. I must say that I have been blessed with formidable measurements by nature and even though I'm in my early forties now, my body still looks very fit, although it turned a bit "motherly" over the years. I have always had big, firm boobs and been rather skinny, and even though they might not withstand gravity like they did when I was 18, they still look fantastic. Joey seems to think so, too, because another glance reveals he has his eyes fixed on them, heaving up and down while me making the salt-search longer than it should take. Well, let's end this little game for now, I guess he has seen enough for the time being.
"Here it is, Joey, I found the salt - if your mother should need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."
I turned him around and guided him slowly to the front door, putting my hands on his shoulders and holding him close in front of me with his head only slightly touching my boobs. A seemingly innocent gesture, but he seems to have noticed, too, because when he turned around again in front of my door, his look told me that he very much liked, how I held him just now. This boy definitely has a special taste in women, not typical for boys his age. Well, all the better for me, because I have always felt a special attraction towards younger boys and can't stop thinking about an erotic adventure with one, especially if he looks as cute as Joey. Who knows how this develops - maybe little Joey with the sly grin is just the right candidate... only judged by the desiring looks he shoots me, he could have great potential. But maybe I should control my thoughts - he is my neighbors' son and I shouldn't confuse my private dreams with reality, but what if...
Joey waved me goodbye, shot another glance over his shoulder before he disappeared into his house while I stood at my door with a generous smile.

When I was in our bedroom later, I still couldn't stop thinking about the little rascal. He has such a fine developed body for his 7 or 8 years, and the sly grin he likes to put on gives him this roguish appeal, like a forbidden fruit ready to be plucked but may not be. I should seriously stop thinki Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I shall undertake the effort of translating choice Filipino erotica into English in this thread.
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Hannah...The Adopted Daughter
By: Solarboy
Translation: Anonymous
Tags: underage,defloration

[Notice: The following are mere figments of my imagination marking the return of my thinking faculties ;). Similarities to real life are not the intention of the author and are mere coincidence. Should reading of publications such as these be illegal in your current location, I advise you to cease reading. If you are a minor, I warn you of the two outcomes in reading materials such as these: you will go blind, or you shall grow into a maniac like the author ;)]

I got the idea for this single chapter short story early this morning, and spent the day hammering it out. It's a horror story (no gore), featuring an adult male (age ambiguous) and a 7 year old girl.

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"What are you hiding from?"

The walls of the corridor were so close that Alex could barely stretch his arms out to either side. The tightness of the room made him feel like he was choking, and he could swear the walls were moving closer when he wasn't looking. He wanted to turn and run out the way he had come, but he didn't want to leave her behind.

The girl he was following spun around the corner at the end of the hallway just in time for him to see, but when he called out to her, she didn't turn around. He didn't know how, but he could tell the girl was crying. He knew she was scared and he felt compelled to help. She was getting away, and he would quickly become lost in this maze of rooms and walkways if he chased her for too long, so he hastened to a sprint and ran after her. There were doors on his left and right, whizzing past on either side. He had to pull his arms in front of him to avoid hitting the door knobs.

Alex counted up ahead. There were probably a dozen doors in front of him, but each door was further away than the last. He was starting to lose his breath, and just remained focused on the archway ahead of him. As his leg muscles started to falter he glanced away from the arch to count the doors again. There were only thirty or so doors in front of him now, but they were spaced so widely apart. The archway was far away, but if he kept running he would reach it. He didn't slow down, even when his muscles begged for it and began to fight back. Alex ignored the pain and stared down the archway.

I'm looking for a gay erotic story I found on Not4chan a long time ago...possibly considered shotacon literature. It's about a young boy who admires his older next door neighbor. They end up meeting and fooling around, and the older boy's father gets involved too (I remember a shower scene). There is also a scene where the older boy takes the young boy on a boat ride with his friend who also fools around with them.

Does this ring a bell for anyone? It was a pretty popular story.

Thanks!

found this on an archive. thought you guys might enjoy it. I wrote nothing (though I did go through and correct some grammar).

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SHIELDS

"Shields down to 5 per cent commander." Screamed the weapons officer.

"Engine room divert more power to the shields."

"I'm sorry Commander the inversion chamber has been damaged. I don't think Aaaaaaaaaaaargh..."

There was a crash and the ship shook and tumbled through the sky like a leaf before the inertial stabilizer dampers kicked back on line.

"Engine room, Damage report? Where are you Sneed?"
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This story takes place in the middle of Episode 8 of "Legend of Korra", entitled "When Extremes Meet". As such, spoilers potentially apply.

Just a short story I wrote up in the day after the most recent episode.

In Through The Window (Legend of Korra, Mako/Jinora) (Mg, loli)

Mako rolled over, switching from lying on his right side to his left, letting out an exasperated breath as he did. It was hard to get to sleep, no matter what position he'd tried. It wasn't the bed, even though it was just a thin straw mat on a wooden frame with some light woven covers... the Air Temple monks lived a sparse existence. But he'd lived on the street long enough to appreciate any kind of bed, so that didn't bother him. It wasn't the temperature, either, although if that sudden gust of wind kept up, he might have to close the window. Knowing his luck, it would need to be done just as he's almost fallen asleep. If nothing else, the room was quiet, compared to back at the Pro-Bending Arena. The little girl who'd shown them their rooms had done him one favor, even if accidentally. His brother's room was on the other side of the building, so he wouldn't have to listen to Bolin's snoring. It should have been a pretty good place to sleep, all in all... and even the wind had died down.

No, the only thing keeping Mako awake were his thoughts, thoughts of his girlfriend Asami, and, unfortunately, thoughts of Korra, too. He didn't want to be so conflicted, he'd made a choice and wanted to be loyal. He genuinely cared about Asami, and she needed him right now, but the problem was... somehow when the Avatar was nearby, he felt so alive. And they worked so well together, whether it was during the Pro-Bending matches or earlier that evening, out capturing those Equalists. Asami had been great, too, but was a little tense around him after the car chase, like she was punishing him for something he'd done but wouldn't even admit that was what she was doing. Because of how standoffish she was, he hadn't even suggested they get together and fool around like he'd planned to, which left him hot and horny, exacerbating his problem with getting a good night's sleep. He was hard, his manhood a hot staff that, at times like this, felt capable of firebending on its own initiative.

He normally had better control of his urges, but he'd gotten too used to Asami taking care of him... they hadn't had sex, yet, but her tongue could do wonders. Yet, it was Korra's tongue he was thinking of, her tongue, her large breasts, her toned body, her delicious-looking dark skin, like some kind of tea, and her soft lips.

If only he could have both of them, he thought, and his cock spasmed at the thought. The two girls, both on him at the same time, like the harems Tahno used to brag abou Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Guilt + Love
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Tags(for now): Masturbation, f/M
I have plans for this but I was foolish enough to put in a plot too. I guess I want the sex to be meaningful. But yeah, it’s gearing up for pseudo-incest (I don’t think step-siblings count as full incest) and loli lesbian incest. But for now, plot!

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I looked out my window, waiting. My dad would be home any minute with his new wife. My annoyance outweighed my excitement. Over the past decade, my dad went through about four or five marriages. I stopped counting. He never talked with me or my brother about getting married. Maybe it was because my brother didn't care...or because I always said no.

I never wanted my dad to remarry. I thought it would be a greater insult to my mom. Then again, everyone kept telling me that he waited long enough and that he needed to move on. Personally, I didn't think he deserved to.

People called my mom offbeat and quirky or just plain crazy if they felt like being mean. After I was born, people got really mean. With my dad away on business or dealing with another affair, she was always alone. I made a mission to stay with her but pretty soon Mom didn't want to be around me. She became more introverted and soon, she never left the house. Then one day, she left permanently...by jumping off the roof of our two story house. She landed on her neck in the driveway.
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by request of Tobacco Juice on flatchan, who asked me to make a fic out of his pics he's drawn. With his approval, here's the finished product!

A man meets a precocious little girl

Link to fic: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cy23gXeRBhIiwSPlf5wrIhaeD34L18SJ_4C_Z4NNnGM/edit?hl=en_US
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When I saw her, I only smiled and thought to myself, “Kids these days.” Given how warm it was, it wasn't what she was wearing that was unusual, heck, it was down-right normal by today's standards.

A simple, small girlish orange tank-top with a blue pleated skirt and pink sandals.

Normal, what wasn't normal though, was her body language when she looked my way. Pulling the Popsicle she sucked on from her mouth, she gave me a smile. A smile that only a little girl like her could give, but part of that smile was something that was distinctly much older, as she moves her hand holding the Popsicle and dropping her shoulder in such a way to cause the strap of her tank-top to fall, exposing more of her prepubescent chest, teasing me with the barest hint of her left nipple, revealing just enough that I could see the difference in color of her milky white skin and pink nipple.

If that wasn't enough, the little girl gave another tease, spreading her right leg outward and lifting her skirt just enough to flash me her panties, an even orange matching her top.

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Long time poster, new name.
Content: Rape, gore, drug usage, violence, gender fuck, ff,fm, what the fuck ever.


The world as we know it is a dangerous place; violence, anger and pain…everywhere; but what if the monsters that lurk in our minds and our hearts were real? What if instead of hiding in the shadows of our nightmares and imaginings, they stood at the head of our empires. In a time far from the one we know now, our world has long been decimated by nuclear war, and this is the new order.

For a long time post war it still wasn’t like this, before the drug. Their existence was made initially, the mystics, the fay and the…darker beings could no longer hide, and they kept away mostly leaving humanity to its fear and wanderings. And then the drug, it made the world live again through the eyes of its users, it blew fresh air into their lungs and magic into their fingertips, but came at a great cost. The drug, intended for Fay creatures, ravaged through weak humans destroying soul, mind and body. A world of ashes soon rose to be an empire overcome and conquered by violence, sex, thievery and addiction; shallow monotonous and empty the society struggles with its self as it desperately tries to rebuild from the wreckage of our mistakes and rage. The new government and law are helpless and useless.

The epicenter of the drugs devastation is the city, nameless, both feared and revered by the inhabitants of the surrounding scatterings of villages and towns, people who ventured to the city would rarely return, and if they did, came back greatly disturbed and altered. In the middle of it all, the source of the pain, sickness and misery is a man by the name of Iasic Nerin, known simply by the zombified masses as Mr. N, is the creator of the mutagen drug, stolen and then greatly altered from the ancient fay culture, ph , that stunted and deformed the regrowth of humanity. For decades he has run the city in hiding.

Somewhere, in the city, a boy plans, a father searches and a body lies beneath a bridge.




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