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My Sister is a Dickgirl SNT-NEL 12/02/11(Sat)10:15 No. 15127 ID: b808a3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)

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Anonymous 15/05/30(Sat)08:51 No. 23618 ID: a5fcdc

it's sad to see such a great story die

teasing Tim 15/07/20(Mon)17:54 No. 23745 ID: 8138a8

The last line written thus far is "Teasing me isn’t nice.” I refuse to let this thread die like that.

Anonymous 15/07/29(Wed)02:47 No. 23777 ID: def664

It's been months. But for some reason i still have hope this this will be continued.

young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 ID: aecf9f [Reply]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.


Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 15/01/28(Wed)14:36 No. 23165 ID: 397bf3

Not read this for years , good to see it back. Please continue it!

Anonymous 15/02/21(Sat)10:47 No. 23304 ID: 0d3527

This is possibly the best story of its type on the Internet. You have to keep going! Or at least direct us to where we can find more your work!

Anonymous 15/07/22(Wed)11:50 No. 23756 ID: 0d3527

Where can I find your previous stories?

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

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

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


Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)12:37 No. 23751 ID: 02288f

Fucking bump

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 15/07/02(Thu)20:52 No. 23709 ID: e2489c


going to read the rest over the weekend and see if I would be up to it.

am pretty hooked so far

i wrote ex ex why btw

Anonymous 15/07/20(Mon)12:46 No. 23744 ID: ba1f0b


i would suck your sack if you wrote more (and it was any good)

Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)03:34 No. 23749 ID: 908e6e

Any progress?

The Tape Tunderhill 15/04/11(Sat)23:27 No. 23465 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply]

Summary: Summer, a girl in high school, has the perfect life with the perfect boyfriend. One day, she receives a DVD in the mail. On it is her boyfriend dressed as girl and at the mercy of five horny men. Instead of being disgusted...Summer is aroused and gets off. She keeps receiving tapes, but what is happening on them is escalating...and her boyfriend begins to change.

Contains: M/M/M/M/M, M/M, forced feminization, cosplay, mind-break, drugs toys, rape, anal, creampie, domination/submission, crossdressing, prostitution, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sadism, bondage, masochism, male solo, female solo, (later) M/F

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID I WRITE THIS!? WHY DID I THINK OF THIS!? Probably because I'm a sick fuck. Well, while I'm still not in prison, you guys can enjoy this.


Chapter 1

Summer, a teenage girl, was sitting on a blanket in the park. It was a lovely day for a picnic. The birds were chirping and sun was bright. A pleasant breeze blew around her, making Summer sniff at the warm air. She smiled and sighed back out. Most teenagers her age were discontent, angry, and unhappy. She was the opposite. She was perfectly content. She had parents that let her be free, she made good grades, she had friends who adored her, and she had a boyfriend who was sensitive, nice, and liked the things she liked. Her life was perfect, almost in every way. She just sat back and enjoyed it all.

“Sorry about that!” said a gentle voice behind her. Summer turned and grinned.

“It's alright Adam, I don't mind.” she said. Her boyfriend Adam sat beside her on the blanket. Summer and Adam, along with Adam's older brother, had met each other on the first day of elementary school. They had been inseparable since. Adam wasn't the stud of the school, far from it. He was small, but very handsome. He had soft, curling hair, fair skin and pretty blue eyes. Some of the other girls at school thought he had that boy-band look. It didn't matter what they thought however. Adam and Summer had always had a thing for each other, even from an early age. They liked the exact same things. They had the same taste in clothes, art, and music. The other guys might make fun of him for not being the manliest of men, but he was just perfect for Summer.
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Anonymous 15/05/18(Mon)01:23 No. 23580 ID: 73795e

Forgive me. I wanted to say what if those bastards that blackmailed and beats Adam and Brian will forced Adam/Amy to go hooking outside, in the dark criminal district of the city full of drugs and prostitutes. What if in this part will be no tape, Summer will face with Amy by accident in the street, will follow her to the hookers place where Amy will prostitute herself. Poor Amy will acting like white trash whore, because this will be only way to save Brian life, bastards will kill Brian if Amy will not do that they want.

Tunderhill 15/05/20(Wed)04:15 No. 23585 ID: 62b1d7


That is actually a really good idea. I wish I had thought of it. However, I have this story planned out already. This entire story is set up to have an unexpected twist (unexpected ending). I like your idea, and I may do something like it in the future. I appreciate you reading this.

Anonymous 15/07/18(Sat)06:37 No. 23743 ID: 7fa804


Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."


I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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soli 15/05/14(Thu)21:57 No. 23559 ID: cd8c01

I am indeed alive. The writing certainly hasn't come as quickly and easily as when I first started, mostly due to work. It's tough to motivate yourself to write when all you really feel like doing is kicking back and playing Xbox or something. I promise I will not abandon this story before it's done though. It will have a conclusion.

Anonymous 15/05/17(Sun)05:26 No. 23577 ID: ae7ff4

Looking forward to the next chapter!

Anonymous 15/07/15(Wed)18:08 No. 23738 ID: 7437b4

Come on man! Don't leave us hanging! Any idea when the new chapter will be up?

My First Attempt at story telling Lickit 13/10/16(Wed)21:17 No. 19930 ID: 49e734 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.

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Thank you Lickit 15/04/22(Wed)02:21 No. 23490 ID: 1310ed

Wow!! I know it's been a looooong time. Sorry, I fell ill ... EXTREMELY ill. I was in the hospital for over six months. I do have every intention of finishing this story. (Spoiler) there is a very interesting twist toward the end, however, as I am recovering, it will still be a while before I can finish. I will be back ASAP. Thank you whom ever it was that bumped. I fully expected this to be off the board by now.

Shad 15/05/28(Thu)12:41 No. 23614 ID: 3e26f6

hope you are recovering well! still very much want this to continue

BAMP Frudle 15/07/13(Mon)23:35 No. 23734 ID: 4332e6

NEVER LET THE DREAM DIE! Hope you are feeling well, and hope you will keep writing this.

Career Day Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/06/21(Sun)10:46 No. 23685 ID: 74ff38 [Reply]

Tags: Adult male - child female, schoolgirl, uniforms, first time, consensual

I found this story in my travels and, since I've so horribly hit writer's block with my zombie story, wanted to give back to the community in a different way. This is not my writing; in fact, this is the writing of two different strangers, a man and a woman, so that's why the POV changes between the two characters. Anyway, I hope you fuckers enjoy this as much as I did.

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With a groan, the officer climbed out of his car. He couldn't believe that his sergeant had tasked him with this assignment. Dealing with crackheads, burglars, and domestics? Hell yeah, all day long. Foot chases, car chases, the occasional tense standoff with a drawn weapon? No problem! But this...

Walking up to the large red brick building, he sighed, took off his sunglasses, and pushed open the door marked "Theodore Roosevelt Middle School."

After signing in, and being guided to the small multi-purpose room that had two classes worth of sixth graders in it, the officer found himself at the end of a string of folks of various professions. Each were dressed in their normal work attire - the four hose-draggers had one guy in full bunker gear and SCBA, poor bastard - with various implements of their trade. The teacher would give a brief intro, they would each talk for about 5 minutes, then answer questions.

Finally, the officer's turn came. At the end of the line, right before lunch, when no-one was paying attention. Naturally. He put on his best "Officer Friendly" face, his steel-blue eyes scanning the room as he talked. Most of the kids were looking at the clock, the door, maybe a couple of the other professions they liked; essentially anywhere but at him. Except a handful of them. One in particular, a slender little redhead with a scattershot of freckles on her pugnacious little nose appeared interested, so he directed his speech towards her, mainly.

Escaping the onerous question-and-answer session quickly, it was time for lunch. The teacher (sort of cute, in a librarian with glasses fashion) chatted with him for a bit, then had to return to her classroom, leaving him sitting alone at the table.
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Sibling Cam Show Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/07/06(Mon)19:58 No. 23715 ID: fe6dc2

I have two more stories from this author saved to my computer, here's the first one. Again, more [Mg] and now some [incest] and [exhibition]. I think I'm getting better at this tag thing?

Again, this is not my original work, I may put that on another thread so as to not confuse other people.

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It had been a hellish month. When her babysitter had woken her up that fateful night, Molly hadn't understood what was going on, much less what it would mean. Now, as she looked around her new room, it was starting to sink in.

Her parents were dead.

In truth, that was somehow the easiest part of the situation to swallow. Molly’s mom had been shocked to get pregnant with her - she was over forty at the time - and her parents had always seemed to treat raising her as annoyance. They went out as much as they used to, leaving young Molly to be raised primarily by her teachers and babysitters.

That didn't mean that Molly didn't love her parents. She did, desperately. She just wished they loved her as much.

After the accident, Molly's mind was too much of a blur to consider how her life would change. She certainly never expected to be here. Her older brother Jeff - the child her parents wanted and loved and bragged about all the time, the one whose pictures covered the walls of her home despite the fact that he only visited once a year - had taken her aside at the funeral to explain that he was going to take care of her from now on.
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Anonymous 15/07/09(Thu)12:35 No. 23726 ID: 5dc796


You're right, I'm an idiot. I read this over several nights so forgot about the initial disclaimer. I'm just glad there is still one more story to go. These are awesome.

Anonymous 15/07/09(Thu)17:50 No. 23727 ID: 217dd7

Both of them are great.

I love how the author express the fact they're wasting their life. The first one realise it at the end, the little girl obviously laking any maturity needed to keep a secret. The second one crippled into "debt" by obviously abusing creditors (I don't know about your country but here, we can refuse an inheritance and you can't force payment without a court sue), going in front of the camera without a proxy, showing his face and name.

Perfectly written, he know how to bring stuff and the "erotic" part is pretty neat.

X-Dress with no realatives Roger 15/07/07(Tue)06:00 No. 23717 ID: dcf91b [Reply]

My Mother was killed on Dec 1. when I was 6 and in 1st grade. CPS and a cop informed me about 11 pm on a school night and took me to a foster home at 1:00 am.

I still did not understand all that I had been told. I was put in a bed in a dorm run by some old couple that made their money from foster kids. The dumb CPS women forgot my clothes. I was wearing shorts and T-shirt a flip-flops.

I had no sleep and 'died' when my head hit the pillow at 2 am.

In the morning, I found the dorm had 9 girls and me. Up until this point I was a boy. They giggled and dressed me in a cute, no sleeve-dress and frilly socks. They fluffed my longish hair and put on a tad of make up and painted by finger and toe nails pink, all before the 7:45 bus pick-up.

I didn't mind the clothes but I was not going to school like this. In the mirror I looked like a little miss beauty contestant.

The old man raised my dress and 3 whacks on my bare ass convinced me that school might not be so bad. He said - "Find 'her' some underwear."

An older girl provided tight satin pink shorts that kept me flatter in front and black, one strap little girl shoes with a 1 inch heel.

The woman gave me papers to take to school (by myself). My name on my paperwork was PAT. All 10 of us went to the same elementary school. I was still in a daze and had no conversation with anyone. When we got off the bus, the oldest girl took me to the office and before she left me said, "Don't forget to use the Girl's Restroom."
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Anonymous 15/07/07(Tue)08:46 No. 23718 ID: d7e04b

dude what

Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 15/06/24(Wed)11:28 No. 23693 ID: d26fa2

Oh man it's hard to pick a particular sentence. But just the idea of him going into a girl's body, having sex and the sensations overwhelming him was just so hot. Just the submission of it was awesome

IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/06/24(Wed)18:45 No. 23696 ID: f68fe3

>The biggest disappointment was, watching myself as Deidra did nothing for me at all, but while I had been her, I had felt such electricity pulsing through me. The overstimulation of being in her skin had caused anything I tried to do for myself when I got home to be completely worthless.

Honestly, I'd be really bummed if Daniel is dead. I love the contrast between the two realities, and I think you should keep following that avenue.
I'm also interested in the girls' side of things. Do they know their bodies had done these things? Was it all a dream to them? They don't seem to have any memory or care for what happened to them. Are they just having out-of-body experiences while Daniel takes over? Where is Cynthia right now?

Anonymous 15/07/01(Wed)02:07 No. 23705 ID: 03d35c

I just really enjoy the entire thing

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