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Help finding a story Anonymous 16/06/16(Thu)08:53 No. 24359 ID: dd4937 [Reply]

There was a story that I read a while back that I was hoping someone could help me find. This is what I remember of it. It was about a man who moves into an apartment above the garage of a family with two young daughter. The older daughter was ignored by her father because she was a little chubby. Her mother encourages her to hit on the man and they end up spending the night or weekend in the apartment.

Many thanks for any help.

Anonymous 16/06/16(Thu)23:36 No. 24360 ID: 98fd99

You know what, a request thread wouldn't be a bad idea. Shame this board is pretty much snail pace.

The Search For Tripp's Club wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/10/28(Wed)22:30 No. 23932 ID: cc2815 [Reply]

Here we go again with another story in ‘The Club’ universe. The events in this story take place after The Club 2010 (aka A Visit To Tripp’s Club). The plot starts mostly ‘sex free’ but eventually degrades into some really weird shit.

To address my paranoia and for the record, this story and all characters in this story are fictitious. Additionally, all characters in this story (who are fictitious as previously stated) are participating consensually and are of legal age, regardless of the implied or stated age of the (fictitious) roles they portray.


It’s been almost six months since my brother and sister disappeared. Nobody knows exactly when Jack went missing; he was very private about his business travels and it was not uncommon for him to ‘go off the grid’ for weeks on end. But Susan, she had arranged for Mom and me to have dinner with her and Zachary. They were going to tell us some big news. Obviously they were getting engaged. But Zach called us that afternoon. He was panicked; Susan had not returned from the grocery and she was not answering her phone. When we found her car in the parking lot later that night, we called the police.

The police found no evidence of a crime. Her car was locked. Nobody had seen Susan at the store. We filed a missing persons report. Needless to say, the authorities were of little help. Mom… well… mom is having a hard time grasping the situation. She thinks Susan and Jack will just show up at the door any day now. But in my heart I know that’s not true. And somehow their disappearances are related, I’m sure of it. Zachary is also convinced, but he thinks that this is somehow Jack’s fault. “You know the type of people your brother associates with. And his business partners… I’m sure they’re involved. Or at least they know something,” he had said.

So Zach and I flew across the country to search Jack’s beach house. Mom and Zach didn’t want me to go at first. But I was on break from college for the summer and I had some vacation days at my internship; I convinced them to let me help. Plus, I had the key to his house from when I went to visit him the prior year. As we expected the house was immaculate. Both his cars, the Porsche and the Audi were parked in the garage. The kitchen had almost no food. Nothing seemed disturbed or out of place. In his bedroom we found a couple of suitcases pulled out by the closet and his dresser drawers seemed rather empty. This all implied that he was away on business or vacation. I booted the laptop in his office but without the password it was useless.

We were just about to give up when I suggested we check his mailbox. As it turned out, there was a single envelope. It had no stamp or return address – someone had hand delivered it. “Open it, it’s our only clue.” Zach hesitated. “Come on, we have no choice.” Slowly he ope Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/03/16(Wed)11:14 No. 24149 ID: c6d1be

You're not fucked up for writing it. I'm not fucked up for enjoying it. It's just fantasy. If you decide to not share anymore, wed certainly understand.

Anonymous 16/03/23(Wed)13:47 No. 24159 ID: 3d7113

Well I'm still checking back here several times a week in hopes of an update so I vote you post them. Magic aphrodisiac drugs and forced orgasms are big fetishes of mine.

Anonymous 16/06/10(Fri)14:29 No. 24339 ID: 690b65

You mentioned you had written the other chapters already... is there anything we can do to get you to post them?

Pedro 16/06/04(Sat)20:50 No. 24305 ID: 431c24 [Reply]


Birthday Cake (Loli, Mf) Anonymous 16/05/20(Fri)03:52 No. 24278 ID: d05cc4 [Reply]

(Relatively unedited.)

Some girls got a sweet sixteen, with fancy catering, and maybe even a car. Alex was the son of a single dad who had never even heard the words “sweet sixteen”. So, when Alex’s sixteenth birthday came around, the most his father brought out was some red balloons, chips and dip, and the promise of an empty house for his birthday. It was an unusual and lenient thing for his father to do, but seeing as the man was always pulling in extra hours at work, Alex expected it.

“It’ll be better when your friends show up,” Alex’s father reassured him on his way out the door. Before stepping out for the night he winked and said, “good luck.”

Alex turned to his house. The living room in the compact three bedroom looked festive enough for a smattering of sixteen-year-old boys. What was really important, anyway, was the xbox. He made one sweep around the perimeter to make sure everything was clean and in place while he waited. Despite it still being in the afternoon, he had to turn on the light in each room. Alex crossed the cute little guest bedroom his father kept out for when his aunt visited. Shit. Storm clouds hung low and oppressive over the neighborhood. Given the season, a torrential rain was bound to pour in any minute.

Of course not a lot of people show up. Few of Alex’s friends who already had their license felt comfortable enough to drive in such a storm. The rest of the guests had parents too wise to venture out.
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Anonymous 16/05/25(Wed)15:24 No. 24288 ID: 35863e

Very good. Thank you.

Anonymous 16/05/28(Sat)12:51 No. 24292 ID: fd0f03

IMO a good story leaves the audience wanting more, and I do, so I must ask, what did she mean by this feels different? By asking him to go harder, I wonder if it was her first time or not.

I hope there is more.

Bkil 16/06/02(Thu)09:27 No. 24301 ID: cce87e


The Unwated Guest - Julie Edition Julie 14/10/02(Thu)04:48 No. 22516 ID: 06f3b1 [Reply]

"The Unwanted Guest"
By: Alucard's Spririt
“Julie Edition”
By: Noin

Upon entering her apartment, Julie heavily sighed as she shut and locked the door, and then placed her leather jacket on the hook near the entryway. It had been a long day on set and she was looking forward to a nice night of rest and relaxation before she had to go back to it all again. She shuddered while thinking about what was scheduled for the next day’s filming. It was a scene that she had been dreading since she had read the script.

Putting those thoughts aside, the brunette slowly strutted into her bedroom to sit on the edge of her bed so she could untie her knee-high boots. With a couple swift lifts of her well-shaped legs she kicked the foot apparel off into the closet allowing her sweaty feet to finally be freed from those tight black prisons. The beauty lifted her hands high over her head to give herself a full bodied stretch before reaching back behind her neck to undo the strap of her halter top. She then reached behind her lower back and undid the second strap, tossing her skimpy garment into her clothes hamper. Now topless, she moved to stand before her full length mirror to do a little self-admiration. The cool air blowing from one of the vents was free to caress her bare chest, causing her nipples to harden as she traced the curve of her breasts with her finger tips while admiring the flower tattoo around her nipple. She undid her hair tie allowing her dark hair to spill about her slender shoulders. A smile crossed the raven haired beauty’s thick full lips as her hazel eyes traveled down her form appreciating her every womanly feature.

The thirty year old had been through a lot to get her toned body into its sleek and sexy shape, just so she could keep up with the twenty-somethings. Indeed the life of an actress is a taxing, but the result gave her a tight waist that had a nice smooth dipping abs as well as sleek curved hips. Julie's legs and arms were well formed and gave her the grace and beauty of a dancer. She carried herself well, standing at five foot eight. But the one feature that stood out most about the woman had to be her perfectly rounded ass. It was the envy of most of her female friends and lust of her male friends. Despite the brunette’s delicious form, one feature that she felt was out of place on her body her breasts. She had always felt that her perky c-cups should have been larger.

Julie continued to smile to herself despite sensing as if there were a strange energy in the apartment. She admired herself a moment more, turning from one side to the other, loving the way her sparkling pants gripped onto her legs and ass, enjoying the accented view they gave her. After unbuttoning them, she wiggled her hips to shed them off, watching as more and more of her luscious legs became uncovered. First her toned thighs slipped into view followed by her Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/10/02(Thu)21:30 No. 22519 ID: 8256d5

Isn't it a rule to fucking tag your shit? Are people feeling they are too classy to do that now, that they are above "revealing" their "fine art"? If it's not a rule, why the fuck not?!

Wan+Shi+Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/04/13(Wed)08:40 No. 24196 ID: 0617d5

I'm not sure how I missed this story the first time around, but I am glad I was searching the back pages for another one and stumbled across this.

It has been a while since this was posted, but this is excellent work Noin. I do hope to see more from you.

Anonymous 16/06/01(Wed)16:22 No. 24299 ID: 02ba84

Tag your shit

Magic Touch / One Shots Rin!y7chl82msE 16/04/05(Tue)11:34 No. 24174 ID: 87f076 [Reply]

Heya Folks! Name is Rin. LONG time lurkers might remember me for my one complete story, "Magic Touch", the incomplete sequel "Magic Touch 2", and the incomplete "Ultimatum" and "The Ties that Bind"

Life's been a mess for me, but I've been wanting to get back into writing for awhile. I've actually been working on a real, honest to God novel with an editor and everything, set up by an ex-girlfriend (weird, I know, but!) who enjoyed what I wrote with Magic Touch but felt like, with proper editing and focus I could do much better (yeah, an ex-girlfriend liked my elit smut so much she's trying to get me published.)

I've hit some writers block with said novel, however, and to let off some steam I've been working on some side stories to distract myself, and I thought, "Well, if /elit/ wasn't there to push me to keep posting my smut, I wouldn't have gotten this far!"

So here's the game plan. I've got three short stories in the works. The first one is about 60% finished, so I'm going to release it in chunks in a somewhat weekly schedule until we're done. Then, if you guys (and maybe gals) enjoy it and want more, I'll post the next one, and so on.

BE FOREWARNED. a) This first one is a spin-off of my original work, "Magic Touch", so it may not have the impact that it does for me or for someone who remembers it. b) There's a lot of slow buildup on this one. The first part doesn't have much sexy, yet, but trust me it will. And finally, c) These are hastily written, briefly edited by me. I think it stands fairly well, maybe close to my old works, but there will probably be mistakes.

So, enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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Rin!y7chl82msE 16/05/28(Sat)11:56 No. 24291 ID: 512d4d

Soooo... that ending, eh?!

Honestly, not really where I was expecting to go with it. I left the ending kinda vague, as I wasn't sure where I was going with it.

But in the end I felt like our hero needed his comeuppance. Plus, like I said when I originally finished the first MT, since these stories are based (very very very loosely) off mostly Greek myths, I like to emulate the tragic endings they typically have.

Besides, since this isn't a real entry in the MT saga, I can do whatever I want with the character and just write it as Non-Canon, right?

Well... I hope you guys and gals at least enjoyed the ride. Comments and concerns welcome. Little break incoming, then a new story for you fine folk. Stay tuned!

Anonymous 16/05/29(Sun)17:03 No. 24294 ID: 19379f

The ending is weird. I enjoyed the rest of the story.

Rin!y7chl82msE 16/05/30(Mon)10:44 No. 24295 ID: 512d4d

Did I kill your boner? My bad!

Ongoing Story: Ongoing. Continuation from EditThis and Adultstories.com Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:47 No. 24260 ID: 0c5169 [Reply]

Long ago there was a hunk of community elit called, simply, original story.

That got preserved on editthis.info as Ongoing story.

I found someone updating and preserving it, so I'm reposting here with permission. They don't want to keep writing it alone, though, so want to see other people contributing sidestories, full chapters, or whatever. It'll inspire them to write more.

Most of this is from a big copy/paste job, but there's new stuff starting in Chapter 14 and at the very end around chapter 37.

spankfic by way of monzetsu, Mgggg


This is a very raw cut of the longest Male Protagonist story. I added a patch job to fix the mismatch between the first chunk (guy corrupting his sisters) and the second chunk (sisters are already corrupted, and he invites a bunch of his sisters' friends over)

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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:50 No. 24265 ID: 0c5169

Chapter 11: Teaching Britney

Britney appears in the doorway, her body very still and her muscles tensed as she looks at you with apprehension.

"Britney, your sisters have already explained what they were doing. I've concluded that it's ok, given their age it's natural for them to be interested in such things. As a result, I'm not going to tell Mom," you say. Britney's body relaxes noticeably after you say you're not telling, as she slouches against the wall. It seems as though her worry had drained her.

"However..." you say, "I am a little concerned that you were in here with them. Don't worry, I'm not saying anything about this, either," you say as you notice Britney looking worried again, "I just want to know what's going on."

"Well," Britney says, "It's just that... lately... I've been thinking about boys differently than I used to. It started right after my... you know... boobies started growing." As she says this, she unconsciously looks down at her breasts, which started growing about 2 months ago and look to be at the large end of B-cup, pretty big for a 10 year old.

"I don't know why, I just started noticing that some boys are good-looking, and some aren't, and I started thinking about... well... how they might look naked... I mean, I have some idea, but I'd never actually seen one of them before. I started thinking about sex, which I sort of knew was what happened when a boy puts his... thing... into my... thing. And I have this weird feeling sometimes... lately all the time... in my thing. I just don't know how to get rid of it. When I came in, Megan and Maddie were giggling, and I asked what they were doing, and Megan said they were talking about sex. I asked if I could see, because I thought maybe I could learn about what's going on with me. A lot of the stuff they wrote didn't really make sense, but it made that feeling I told you about a lot stronger. And then when it was really getting bad, you walked in. You told me to leave, and I wanted to say something, but I was just so embarrassed that all I could do was giggle and leave."

"Well," you say, "This certainly does seem like a problem. Not a serious problem, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. And it's certainly a problem that is easily solved."

You sit down on Megan's bed, and gesture to Britney. "Britney, I want you to come over here and sit on my lap for a minute." She happily complies, not stopping for an instant to question her big brother. "Now," you say as she sits down and you put your arm around her, resting it on her young, barely developed ass, "I'm going to explain to you everything that's happening to you."
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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:51 No. 24266 ID: 0c5169

**Original content**

Chapter 14: Teaching her body to worship your cock

"I think that would be just fine, Britney, but you should finish taking off my boxers as you do it, it's a tight fit through the front," you say, smiling at her and her wide eyes. She briefly breaks off from staring at your cock to look up at you, and blushes at the attention.

Her two hands can barely go all the way around it, and you enjoy the feeling of her small fingers moving along the veins as they slowly travel up to your boxers. Of course, as she moves her hands, she has to slowly inch closer until your cock is almost right in front of her mouth. You can practically see her nostril's flare as she takes in the scent of you, and slowly and gently bends your cock downwards so she can try to slip your boxers down. She only really gets it halfway down before your cock snaps up and smacks her under the chin, making her startle as Megan and Maddie giggle behind her.

"Here, I'll tilt him hips a little bit, and you can try again," you say, and she nods again, a bit of precum now on her chin. She ends up having to come along side you as she manages to stretch your boxers down over your ass, then down your legs, until your cock is free and you're standing naked. Her hands drift over your member and you feel her body pressing into your leg, her head leaning into your side as she gets lost in feeling it.

"Why don't you let me?" you ask, and you turn a little until your cock is resting against her neck and shoulder, her face nuzzled into your lower abdominals. She instinctively begins kissing you as you slowly drag your cock across her perfectly smooth skin. you angle yourself slightly and press your footlong penis across her entire collarbone, gently bending your knees to drag it down along her body until it presses atop her two perky breasts, flattening them slightly, until you grab the based of your cock and maneuver it on and past her hard nipples. She jumps, at the sudden, intense stimulation.

"You like that? Gently take it and run it over your breasts. Your breasts are sensitive, and good to be used for pleasure," you say.

She presses herself into you as one hand tries to massage your massive glans and the other moves up and down your shaft, playing with her breasts with your cock. Her breasts, large on her tiny frame, bounce each time. She stops only when she actually notices the fresh flow of precum you're producing.
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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:51 No. 24267 ID: 0c5169

More later. Especially if people contribute.

Happy Summer Days Fanny Dewdrop 16/05/13(Fri)06:26 No. 24258 ID: 8b2e66 [Reply]

I'm experimenting with a new written art form that captures the fun and spirit of hentai using just the written word.

This particular story is based on the 2007 manga titled Natsuyasumi by Ponzu. It happens to be loli-shota, however.

I would greatly appreciate your feedback to the following:

Quality (1-poor to 5-great):

Fapability (1-didn't want to fap to 5-had to fap):

If you fapped:
Cumability (1-didn't cum to 5-came like an elephant):

Verbal Sound Effects (Wanted More | About Right | Wanted Less):

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Happy Summer Days Fanny+Dewdrop 16/05/13(Fri)06:28 No. 24259 ID: 8b2e66

Happy Summer Days

By Straight Shooter

Based on the 2007 manga titled Natsuyasumi by Ponzu (English translation by Shouta-kun)

It's early afternoon on a hot summer day. Far out in the country, a young girl walks along a dirt road with a lunch bag and drawing board slung over one shoulder. She's wearing a short pink summer dress with purple polka-dots.

Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature, she approaches a covered bus stop along the side of the road. This is the place where she and her boyfriend Dane have agreed to meet.

Just as she gets to it, she hears a young voice complain from within.

"It's so hot…"
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Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.


Now this.


The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)19:39 No. 24254 ID: 81f838


Anonymous 16/05/08(Sun)06:43 No. 24255 ID: 62b1d7


Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.

Historcal Erotic nin 16/05/03(Tue)21:57 No. 24241 ID: 910fe5 [Reply]

I've just completed my first erotic novella, and I'd love to get some feedback.

It's available for free on Amazon for a limited. Reviews there are greatly appreciated.


I'll also post the first chapter in a comment below. I'd love any constructive criticism people can give. I'll return the favor on other boards. There are really some talent writers here.


Book description:

College roommates, Chuck and Sam are best friends and kind of an odd couple. Chuck is a physics major and a big nerd. Sam is the opposite, a lacrosse-playing ladies' man with sexy muscles.

After drinking magic mushroom tea at a hippie sex party, Chuck has a dream that he is fucking a beautiful blue skinned alien with hypnotic eyes and tits to die for. When he wakes up he has new insight into the physics behind quantum mechanics and time travel.
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ch. 1 The Fucking Time Machine and the Titanic nin 16/05/03(Tue)21:59 No. 24242 ID: 910fe5

1. Purple Panties, Again

There was a purple pair of panties hung on the doorknob when Chuck returned to his dorm room. Not this again, he thought. It seemed like every night now he was forced to sit in the stuffy dorm common room for hours while his roommate Sam loudly banged a new hot little freshmen piece of ass.
Chuck was already exhausted from a marathon study session at the campus library. Finals were coming up, and between his senior project and preparing for tests he wasn't getting enough sleep as it was, let alone all the nights he spent trying to curl up on the uncomfortable furniture in the common room listening to some cheerleader moan down the hall.
He held his head to the door. He couldn't hear anything at first. Usually there was loud moaning or a squeaky bed and sometimes a quick soft slapping sound.
Just as he was about to knock on the door he could hear a muffled female voice:
“Pack the bong and take off your pants.”
Chuck didn't smoke weed and didn't get any action. He was a very talented student and took his school work very seriously. He often reflected that even if he were interested in the types of girls who Sam fucked, he certainly wouldn't have the time for it. However that didn't stop Chuck from fantasizing.
He pushed his ear closer to the door. He thought he could hear giggling. What he wouldn't give to be Sam right now. He could hear the water bubbling in the bong and then coughing.
Chuck imagined he was on the other side of the door in Sam's place on the bed with Robyn, a sexy eighteen year-old freshman who Chuck had seen leaving the room on several occasions. Chuck closed his eyes and suddenly Robyn was running her fingers over his stomach. She grabbed a lock of her red hair and tickled his side with it, giggling. He put his hand on her hip and ran it up to her ribs. She shivered and wriggled up against him, her perfectly smooth white skin warm on his legs.
Robyn was the most beautiful girl, Chuck thought, though she had never looked at him twice. She probably didn't even know that Sam had a roommate. Her hair was shoulder length and bright red. Her eyes were a sharp turquoise and glittered with a sexy excitement, almost defiant when she smiled. Her body was perfect, not too thin like some girls. She had nice tits that hung a little and if you were lucky enough to see her without a bra, as Chuck had a couple times when she snuck down their hallway early in the morning, you'd know they were slight banana tits in the best way possible. He imagined her perfect pink conical areolas and freckles on her chest. He was starting to get hard and then he swore he could hear sucking sounds and he was fully erect, wishing more than anything that Robyn was putting her perfect pouty pink lips on his dick. Sam was so lucky.
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Anonymous 16/05/06(Fri)12:54 No. 24249 ID: 362cdd

On Amazon, you use "loose" instead of "lose" in the summary.

Anonymous 16/05/06(Fri)13:19 No. 24251 ID: 362cdd

>From one such story, Chuck new Robyn was a squirter.

I'd appreciate some more chapters here since I don't have an amazon account.

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