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Anonymous 14/01/06(Mon)22:01 No. 20604 ID: 9f21ec [Reply]

JENNY, part 1

I'd just graduated from University at the age of 21, and taken a job at a local bar for some cash to keep me going while I was job hunting. There were very few young drinkers there; most were men in their 60s or 40/50 year old couples. As a young, handsome guy, I got a lot of attention from the women in their 40s, and often returned that attention with some harmless flirtation. All in good fun, just a way to pass the time in a menial job.

After a while I started drinking there; it was the nearest bar to home after all, and I often got bought drinks by the manager or the regulars. It was in this fashion that I met a few of the 'younger' regulars: a couple in their late 30s, a single 40 year old woman called Carly and a 28 year old guy who all drank together a few nights a week. I started to join them and got to know them all quite well. The couple, Ed and Christy, had recently fostered a 15 year old girl, Jenny, and were desperate to get out for a proper night out and were regularly discussing needing a babysitter. Being a low-paid barman, I offered to look after Jenny for a night as I was desperate for some extra cash.

I'd met Jenny a couple of times at the bar and she was a nice girl; a little bit hyper and excitable but there was nothing wrong with that - she was still a young teenager after all. She always seemed happy to see me and i was always happy to chat to her - i was the nearest to her age, so i just assumed she was eager to talk to someone who wasn't at least 20 years older than her. I'd never really looked at her properly before - why would I really? - but one day I was walking through town and saw her in her school uniform; she had a green skirt and tights, showing off her slim legs, with some slight curves where her muscles were being to develop. Her top half was covered with a big baggy jumper, as usual, so I couldn't tell how she looked there. I didn't think much of it then, as I knew she was too young, and I saw teenage girls in their uniforms all the time - why should this one be any different?

Anyway, the night of the babysitting rolled around and I heard over to Ed and Christy's house. When I got there, the couple were getting ready, and Jenny was watching TV, wearing a baggy hoodie and sweat pants. She waved and gave me a big smile, as Christy took me to one side.

"Thanks for helping us out," she said. I looked at her up close. She'd really dressed herself up, wearing a nice dress that showed ample cleavage, and her hair was wavy, framing a pretty face which had a small amount of makeup on. I'd always appreciated older women, and mainly watched MILF porn, so when I first saw Christy I noticed her massive breasts, curvy body and pretty face highlighted by bright blue eyes, and so had fapped to her a few times. I made a mental note of how she looked for later on.

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Anonymous 14/07/02(Wed)05:47 No. 22018 ID: 5099d7

OP here. After a long time, I'm back with the next chapter...

CHRISTY part 1

2 months after the night with Jenny, I hadn't been asked to baby sit again, and had not seen Ed and Christy at the bar for around 6 weeks. I started to worry that jenny might have said something, and that Ed and Christy were planning to tell the authorities. Panic was setting in, and every time I went in for a shift I worried that it would all come out in to the open. Then, one afternoon I received a text from Christy.

"Can you come to the bar? I need to talk to you"

Shit. They knew and they were going to confront me. What could I do? If I lied, it would be my word against Jenny’s; who would everyone believe? I’d be tarred as a pedophile for life; no one would want anything to do with me. With my stomach churning, I went to the bar, fearing the worst.

When I walked in, I saw Christy sitting at a corner table alone. I was expecting Ed to be there too, so to not see him threw me a bit. I was convinced I was going to be confronted. After buying myself a beer and a scotch (I was going to need the booze!), I sat down at the table, and asked what Christy needed to talk to me about. I looked at her; her eyes were red and she looked upset. I guessed she’d been crying and I thought, due to my fears, that she should be angry.

“What’s up?” I asked.

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Kal 14/07/02(Wed)22:28 No. 22024 ID: 42a0b5


Anonymous 14/09/18(Thu)15:52 No. 22457 ID: b07e95


Milk and Honey (Mg, loli, mild discipline, voyeurism, first) Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)11:23 No. 22442 ID: 89aba0 [Reply]

See, I have a thing for art with interesting poses, images that make me ask, what the hell is going on?

And sometimes, I have to write the story down. Like all my best, this one came to me in one big chunk.

I tried to attach one of the images that inspired me, but I can't make that work. Let me know how, if you want to see them.

No, the story doesn't make sense. No, I haven't done much editing. No, I probably won't mess with it much more; I've wasted two days on it, and really need to get some work done. Besides, my dick is starting to wear out, I always fap a lot when I've got a story cranking out as hot and heavy as this one did.

As seems to be best for much of my stuff, just accept the premise and let it roll.

Codes: Mg, loli, mild discipline, voyeurism, first. Other stuff that would be spoilers, especially MC, sort of, but not like anything I've ever seen anywhere else, given that I don't usually like mind control stories.

Stroke story, I hope.

I crave feedback, it is like honeymilk to me. Tell me if I'm doing it right, correct me otherwise so I can get better.
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Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)14:22 No. 22443 ID: f5b1c2

Too much why, not enough how.

Anonymous 14/09/17(Wed)07:47 No. 22447 ID: 89aba0

Thanks for reading, and for the feedback!

"Not enough how"? Can you give an example?

(I'll note I'm not entirely satisfied with this one in the cold light of day, myself. The scene at Sneed's is OK, but the rest...meh. Telling not showing.)

Anonymous 14/09/17(Wed)18:28 No. 22449 ID: 36e3b1

I think his point is that you have a whole lot of text talking about this sexual fantasy phenomenon, but the actual "action" part of it takes up barely half of it. Too much exposition.

For my part, I just want you to not write "turgid font" ever again. TThat's disgusting, man.

The Fenix Apsallar 14/09/06(Sat)22:19 No. 22392 ID: 8a2109 [Reply]

--This is a science fiction story. It has slavery, submission, domination, punishments, mind games and other perverted stuff for your enjoyment.--

Let me tell you how I ended up on the pirate ship Fenix. I was a graduate in mechanics. My first posting was supposed to be on a deep space mining facility in a backwater system of the federation. It was not going to be fun that was for certain, but without practical experience I could not dream about working on a real ship, even a merchant one. Not with my barely passable grades. I had always been interested in mechanics, taking after my father. I am good in practice but terrible in theory. That’s why I went to a crappy university and barely graduated. The mining station would be a low paying, long hour’s job. I definitely was depressed to start that part of my life. My journey out there was trough the Tach-SW star system. Part of the 5th colonization wave, it was a poor dump, hundreds of jumps from any civilized core world. Planet Otake boasted only one space station functioning both as a passenger and trade terminal. My last trek would be completed from here by a cargo ship doubling as a passenger. The worst part was, I was going to an even poorer system.

Everything on this station looked old, ancient. Patched together by countless maintenance jobs. It was obvious there was no money for new systems. I was fascinated by the air purifiers, recognizing models long out of production but still humming in this antique station. One year in the mining facility and I could apply for a job in such a place. The biggest perk being near a planet where I could take a vacation. Even if it is such a dust ball as the grey uninvitingly looking planet of Otake. Waiting for my ride I mused that with a salary of a space station engineer I could afford to visit the local entertainment. Brothels as cheap as the drinks and the food. The security people started moving so I guessed that it was time for the gate to open. There were about five hundred travelers taking this ship. No wonder there was no dedicated passenger ship on this run with so few candidates to travel onwards. I had truly arrived at the edge of the federation. At least I was almost there.

I passed the time while going through the security checks in daydreaming about my new job. About having a really big breasted supervisor. She would be showing me around, inpatient with me, shoving those fun bags at my chest angrily. She would have sweat drops going down her neck towards…. A big clank noise signified the decoupling of the ship from the station docking clamps. Green ticket holders like me were led by a hobo looking crewmember towards out loggings. They turned out to be a single room with twenty beds, depressing. Apparently my company can’t afford single accommodations. I would need to complain to my imaginary big breasted manager. It would be tree days until we approached jump space. I decided t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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The Fenix Apsallar 14/09/15(Mon)22:10 No. 22438 ID: 8a2109

She was frightened, I was uncomfortable. The slave handlers placed a lather hood over her head and proceeded to tie her hands and feet. She could now only walk by taking small steps. They placed a cheap collar on her, leashed her and handed me the leash. While they thus prepared her I got my accounts in order with the Scribe. The girl was expensive. I wondered how much she would have actually cost if I had to outbid other crewmembers.

I walked her out of the docking bay towards the elevators. Keeping a constant pull on the leash, she followed me without complaint. Only when the elevator doors slid shut did I permit myself time to examine my purchase. Her mask had a tube for breathing and I ascertained there were no holes to peek trough. I quickly reflected that in the way she was walking so tied I would need 15 minutes to reach my carters. We would meet allot of people on the way and I had no intention to show any interest in front of them. I admit I was excited. My heart was beating fast. I felt like a little kid scared and elated at the same time. I pressed the emergency STOP button. The lift slid to a halt and my slave made a concerned noise. I proceeded to examine her more closely for the first time. Her head was reaching to my chest. She was wearing orange shorts with two white stripes on the sides. A yellow top which reached just above her belly button covered her teen breasts. She was dressed to show skin and I knelt in front of her in admiration of her belly. Flawless skin of a 16 year old. Her navel was pierced. I let my eyes roam over her smooth legs, perfect size. Legs and hips of a girl not of a woman, yet. There was no cameltoe to be seen. I looked up. The tips of her hair showing under the mask were blond. I wondered if she colored it and examined for hairs on her arm. Non, was she shaving them? I would know her color once I examined her mound. This was not the place.

I could untie her feet so she is able to walk faster. Yeah right. Impatience was something I would not allow. Her shorts had a pretty knot in front. The cord making the knot was more for decoration then for holding her garment up. I placed my hand on her shorts. My slave made a noise but did not move. I unfastened the knot and pulled the cord out. I used it to tie a link between her hand straps and the binding of her feet. She now was bent forward her wrists at the level of her knees. I smiled. If we were going to go slow, we would do it in style.

I resumed the lift and proceeded towards my carters. The crew and their slaves we met on the way were not paying us much attention. Everyone had things to do and I realized that it was me who was conscious of having a girl on a leash. No one else cared. By the time we arrived I was feeling much more assured to be in public. Inside I wondered for a moment where to put her. I had not planned this. I walked her over the bathroom and made her get in the tub. I tied the leash to a towel b Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

The Fenix Apsallar 14/09/15(Mon)22:16 No. 22439 ID: 8a2109

It was two days since I had acquired my new slave. At the pens I met the friendly Scribe, named Marco. He had abundant advice on equipment and on how to train a new slave. I spent most of my remaining credits on toys I may require. Marco was on this ship for five years now. Coming from a detention facility the pirates raided, he had no plans to leave. We attended a public punishment for slaves and talked about good methods to install fear in a submissive. My new friend had acquired many captives during his stay on board and had varied and useful advice. Marco was passionate for slave training but I never realized how refined and wicked his pervasions were until this night. He invited me and a couple of other crewmembers to attend a soiree, as he called it, of entertainment. He wanted to present his new trainees to us.

Such nights were common on the Fenix. Most of the time the ship would be moving, stealthed, listening with passive scanners. Sometimes weeks would go by before the crew saw action. Drugs and alcohol were forbidden between shifts and only allowed when you completed several work periods and were on off duty leave of several days. The main past time was gambling, and fucking. With so many sex slaves around and with strict laws on approaching and touching them, crewmembers find pleasure in showing off their slaves in public. It is not uncommon to see slaves being fucked in front of all. This evolved to a social curiosity where crew would bring their human toys for fuck nights. Some like Marco, true artists in their field, go further.

I walked into his quarters and was surprised by how big they were. There was a cube, all lighted up in the middle. Inside it a girl was laying on a bed reading. Several other crewmembers were seated around the cube chatting and drinking. All had slaves with them, some of which were being fondled while others were busy arousing their owners with hands and mouths while the masters talked. I had not brought mine. She was still in shock, and I had decided to start her training tomorrow.

- ‘My, I see you came alone. Your little pet must be too tired!” Marco greeted me warmly. I did not contradict him, just smiled.

- “So, I hear we will see something special tonight?” He had not told me what he was going to present. I knew the others here were returning visitors but he refused to tell me what the show was about.

- “Yes come and see” Marco led me to the side, we went through a door and faced a tall, tin man. He was dressed funny. Like he was going to the office in some drab Federation world. He was completely out of place here. Marco was looking at me smiling. Ok, not the night I expected. Had I given him the impression that I liked men?

- “Stop it Don, you are scaring my puppet.” My host must have read my disappointment on my face.

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Anonymous 14/09/16(Tue)01:34 No. 22440 ID: fccaf7

This is really impressive, although you made some typos here and there. Can't wait for more, keep up the quality!

Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.



Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 14/04/18(Fri)08:58 No. 21568 ID: e1353d

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Anonymous 14/09/14(Sun)19:40 No. 22428 ID: eaee03

I wonder if there will ever be another part of this story?

Anonymous 14/09/15(Mon)05:51 No. 22430 ID: 8aeaa3

This is the best story I've ever read here, It's sooo fucking good

"The callout" Belatucadros 14/09/12(Fri)06:51 No. 22418 ID: a48650 [Reply]

First things first, I am a long time lurker. This is. A story that involves bestiality, I figured it would be ok, as I saw "a quiet evening at home" on here. Mods if necessary ban or remove and replace at will. Now for the readers. I'm pretty sure you will think this is junk, however any comments or feedback that isn't just "you're shit, go and die" is much appreciated. I do have a slight plan for this story and the first couple of posts will literally just be build up to the main piece. Like I say this is my first post so bear with me and I hope you enjoy the story.

From a young age Lucy had always loved animals. She grew up on a big farm, with cows, sheep horses and always had at least two dogs running about the place throughout her childhood. Causing mischief with them had been her way of passing those long days on the farm, giving her some respite from the humdrum everyday that formed the majority of her life. She would train them to steal things from her mother mainly long the lines of food, and to go and mess with the cows when she wanted to. When she was twelve, she had two male dogs, called red and jasper, both collies which were playful and fun loving, always full with energy. Unfortunately, in the summer, Red ended up getting diagnosed with a severe form of cancer and by September, the family had said their tearful goodbyes as he was put to sleep. The last one to stroke his paw was Lucy, with jasper sitting by her side, whining constantly. Jasper alternated between nuzzling her and jumping up on the table to try and lick red, until he was wheeled through the doors, taken away to be put to sleep. Lucy's father collected the body of the dog, and took him out and buried him under the tree in their back garden, over which he placed three flat stones to mark the spot where Lucy's best friend finally laid.

That night, Lucy lay in bed with jasper at her side, weeping softly into her pillow as jasper let out the occasional whine, both of them mourning the passing of what they felt was their brother.

A week went by, and whilst Lucy had begun to recover, jasper was still sad, clearly mourning the loss of not only his brother, but one of his greatest friends, and try though she might, Lucy could not get him to play any games, whether it was stealing food from the kitchen, or riling up the cows in the barn, or chasing sheep. Lucy's father noted this, and, realising the effect it was having on his daughter, decided to try and rectify the situation, so after making the trip to the pound a good few miles away, he returned with another border collie, this time a bitch named Sally.

From the moment Lucy saw her, she fell in love. Sally had a coat that almost precisely matched jaspers, in fact the only way you could tell them apart was that Sally had green eyes, whereas jasper had blue ones. Luckily, jasper had the same thoughts as Lucy when it came t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/09/13(Sat)00:21 No. 22421 ID: 6f2571

Just started skimming this and noticed an immediate error: capitalize the dog's names. It's Jasper and Red, not jasper and red. You remembered to capitalize Sally and Lucy every time but forgot it with Jasper more than half of the time.

Anonymous 14/09/14(Sun)02:28 No. 22423 ID: 9ab35b

I am very interested in this whole thing, and I am not even "into"bestiality.

Personal Loli - M/f, loli flounder!19IQ53Wc/s 13/12/06(Fri)05:28 No. 20402 ID: abea2f [Reply]

Hi there, I'm Flounder. You might remember me from such stories as "The Curler" back in 2010, "An Oral History of The Zombie War" and an unnamed piece, both in 2011.

I wrote this about six or seven months ago and have been itching to continue it. I've got an idea about where I want to go, but I want to see if you all /elit/-erates are on board. So, without further ado, Personal Loli


Year: 2085
Location: San Bernadino, California, USA
Background information: Thought the Human Genome Project completed it's first draft in 2003, it wasn't until 2055 until it's usefulness was unlocked. From there, the concept of the "cafeteria child", a child created by picking out different qualities like hair color, eye color, and genetic predisposition, was finally within grasp. 30 years later, the concept is still being studied, though there is progress. The San Bernadio Science Institute is making the fastest project, but few know why they are leaps and bounds ahead of similar labs around the world.


Regardless of what anybody tells you, having a STEM degree, even one from Pepperdine University, doesn't make job hunting suck less. My name is Jerry, I have a masters in genetics, I'm 22 years old, and today's my first day at The San Bernadino Science Institution in California. After 6 months of working for scrap, I'd finally made it into the big leagues. I was stoked to work at SBSI, it was the most difficult research lab to get into. Even the application requires a blood sample, but I guess they want to map your DNA by the time you get on-board.

I took the train into the city, and from there a bus to their main offices. The modest 5-story building in the heart of the city is a facade, the true labs are 1500 feet below the surface. I walked in to the office, and was greeted by the secretary. After showing her my papers, she led me upstairs to human resources.
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John Caker 13/12/10(Tue)07:17 No. 20441 ID: a54800

Don't listen to them flounder

This character acts exactly like I would.
Your story has a
Very high profile intro and a compelling as hell concept.

Keep going

Anonymous 13/12/18(Wed)08:15 No. 20483 ID: 6da525

This is a great premise and I don't hate your writing style, but I agree you could slow down and flesh stuff out more.

Anonymous 14/09/10(Wed)06:10 No. 22410 ID: f632f0

I remember the first time you posted this and was very interested in seeing it finished. please continue it

The Club 2013 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 13/05/08(Wed)23:26 No. 18894 ID: cfb7ee [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

My stories tend to involve women placed into sexual situations against their will (nc). Often the physical restraints and stimulation involve racks and machines of one kind or another. I don't consider myself a great (or even good) writer. I just write what turns me on. My first story about “the Club” was written back in 1996. This story was started in 2010 and continues to refine the Club world. I've completed about 10 (short) chapters. Here's the first chapter. If people seem interested, I'll post some more.

The Club 2010

Chapter 1

I heard about this place called the Club, that's the name, just 'the Club'. A business associate of mine told me a story over a few beers while we were at a conference in Dubai. He had been told about this club from a supposed member. Names are never discussed, so if you tell my story, please, never mention my name.

So anyway, back to the Club. My business associate (friend) tells me he heard about this place where all the women are sex slaves for the clients. But these girls are not just acting or into this kind of stuff. They're all kidnapped and somehow turned into sexual nymphs. All ages (above some cutoff) and all types of girls! I asked him if he knew where the place was, or how to become a member, but my friend's friend wouldn't say. It seems you need to be invited.

For the next few months I occasionally searched the internet for clues to the Club. But given that the name was rather generic, the queries were useless. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I believed it existed. Still, I was intrigued by the thought that this place could fulfill a sexual fantasy of mine. For now, let's leave it at that.

Eventually, I started to drop little hints about the Club whenever I was on business out of the country. I'd be talking with someone at bar and ask “Have you ever heard of this place called The Club?” “It's like a gentlemen's club, very exclusive and very secretive.” Nobody knew anything – or at least that's what they would say.
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wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/08/23(Sat)23:40 No. 22336 ID: 63bf29

Sorry for the long delay on the next chapter(s). I hope to get back to writing soon.

Anonymous 14/09/02(Tue)12:05 No. 22371 ID: 971936

No problem, man. Thanks for keeping us posted though! I really appreciate you not just leaving us hanging. Take your time. I'm really looking forward to it.

Apsallar 14/09/06(Sat)20:42 No. 22390 ID: 8a2109

Keep going please.

FapArtist 14/09/04(Thu)01:40 No. 22378 ID: def2c4 [Reply]

Short story I decided to work on today. I may continue it, but I haven't decided. I haven't given up on my other story, Summer Camp (http://7chan.org/elit/res/19908.html) but I need a break from it. Every time I try to write more on it, I hate what I write and can't bring myself to finish a whole chapter. Anyway, hope this will sate my few and faithful fans until I get my Summer Camp mojo back. As always, I always love feedback.

Tags: gg (May add more if I write a second chapter)


Mina silently huffed into her pillow as her friend, Len, droned on about some boy. She and Len used to talk about everything; they had no secrets between them, but High school had stolen Len away from Mina. Now, there were entire weekends that Len never told her about and, due to some slight bitterness, she never bothered asking. Still, they would catch up occasionally and Mina pretended to be interested so she wouldn't lose her friend completely. She had few enough of those, as it was.

She mumbled affirmatives as Len kept asking her if she knew who so-and-so was and how they were relevant to her life away from Junior High. It wasn't like she didn't know people, she just wasn't close to very many, so she recognized names and could easily attach faces, but Len had to make sure so that every painfully mundane detail was laid bare. Another few minutes passed and Len fell silent. Mina waited for her to begin another story, but she heard nothing from the other end of the phone.


"I'm here." Len's voice had gotten quiet.

"You stopped talking..." Mina said, noticing her apparent hesitance to say whatever was on her mind.
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Anonymous 14/09/05(Fri)12:36 No. 22384 ID: 054fb4

Readable but, just barely. There are weird gaps and places where the characters seem to make conclusions to just jump ahead in the plot. Enough general writing errors that I noticed.

FapArtist 14/09/05(Fri)16:15 No. 22385 ID: b1d21c

Yeah, i definitely should have done more proofreading. I typed it in notepad, dropped it into word for a quick spellcheck and uploaded it. I was being a little lazy there. As for the other... I'm still learning as a writer? Honestly, this was going to be centered around Mina and Jake but, after i started writing, it became about her and Len. Thanks for the feedback! (If you've got any, I'd appreciate some notes on making plot developments more natural.)

Anonymous 14/09/06(Sat)08:19 No. 22387 ID: 40b7d2

A story about Mina and Jake would be fine too.

Other than the tag at the start of the story that is where it seemed like where you were going with the story until about half way through. Which makes sense since that is where you said it was originally going.

Work Where The Love Happens Silly_Lilly 13/12/31(Tue)04:19 No. 20553 ID: 3ddd81 [Reply]

Working Where The Loving Happens

con, noncon, M/g, M/F (no direct sex in first few chapters)

Chapter 1: Lilly and her puzzles

Working in a mental rehabilitation center can be very stressful but I love what I do. As a 23 year old case manager, I was in charge of collecting and analyzing data client based programs that the client ran throughout their stay at Valley Rehabilitation and Research Center. My client's name is Lilly. She is a 24 year old young lady diagnosed with episodic bipolar disorder, ODD (oppositional defiant disorder) and OCD . She was about 5'7' ( an inch shorter than me), skinny but not sickly, dark brown short hair that frames her face, big brown eyes, and fair skin. Her favorite things to do were to repeat others, especially curse words, draw/paint, dance, watch movies on a personal DVD player, and horde paper items. This would most often be in the form of tearing tags off shirts/shoes or ripping pages out of books. She also did not speak too often and when she did she was soft spoken, unless she was having one of her tantrums. These tantrums included screaming, crying, aggression towards trainers and herself, and property destruction. Many clients were actually quite aggressive and had to either be restrained at times or even heavily medicated. One guy even was restricted to a padded room and the hallways needed to be cleared anytime he needed to be transported. Luckily I have never had to restrain Lilly, though I wouldn't mind.

You see, I am what you can call a pervert. When I was first hired, I took notice of Lilly and more specifically her body and knew that I wanted to be near her. It was those doe eyes, full c-cup that would stretch out whatever picture was on her shirt, narrow hips, and soft smile that drove me to work my ass off to get to work with her. I have always been turned on by little innocent girls and crazy girls. Lilly was a combination of the two while having the body of a 16 year old. But there was an obstacle. You see, everyone starts with the less aggressive clients and moves up with experience. By the time that I was able to work with Miss Lilly, my sexual lust only increased. Just being in the room got my heart beating. It also didn't help that the person training me was pretty hot also. Her name was Amanda and she sported shoulder length blonde hair, shapely body she often hid under baggy clothes (kind of a tomboy), and dark green eyes. She noticed my dedication to doing my best to get time to work with Lilly and asked if I wanted to join the team. Ever since that day, work has been great.

Now as a pervert, I would fantasize about Lilly making a move on me. These fantasies often involved her being super clingy with me and going into tantrums whenever I left. I guess it all comes from wanting her to want me as bad as I want her, and man did I want her. I would do my best to touch her as muc Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 13/12/31(Tue)15:10 No. 20556 ID: 054fb4

I remember this from awhile ago, or something similar. Did you rewrite it?

Silly_Lilly 14/01/02(Thu)04:25 No. 20566 ID: 3ddd81


I am in the process of rewriting it. Working on the second chapter now.

A collection of Short Stories !JUD7F1CtU. 11/06/14(Tue)18:06 No. 12588 ID: e320fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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!JUD7F1CtU. 14/04/10(Thu)14:29 No. 21529 ID: 587f96

Oh also, thank you. This is very flattering.
If you want some advice read on, if not, skip to the end.

Short sentences are good only sometimes and for situations where you want to make sure it sounds final or that there is no other option. I like using long sentences because then you can place more imagery and there is more space for transition words - these can give a good sense of who is doing the controlling and who is doing the obeying.

>"Down" she bid me, and I was on the floor on my knees. She was harsher than usual. This was not going to be easy. Then I saw a mischievous light in her eyes. She stood up. "Put your arms under the cushion."
Could become
>"Down" she bid me, and I was on the floor on my knees. She was harsher than usual so I could tell that this was not going to be easy. I saw a mischievous light in her eyes as she stood up. "Put your arms under the cushion."
Which also flows a little better. Lots of short sentences usually make it so that there is a "Then she... Then I... I did... She then... etc" which sounds a little like a shopping list. Try to mix it up a bit. Short sentences are great for things like
"She came." or "My hands were stuck." or something else. It implies finality or a lack of options, especially in dob/sub elit.

Descriptions, man. There are some details which I think are better left as open as possible, descriptions of the protagonist I like to leave as open as possible to allow the reader to insert themselves in there as easily as possible but sometimes descriptions are really important.
>Her tall, slender figure, perfectly shaped legs leading to the cutest and roundest butt you could imagine, a waist so delicate that you would be scared to grab harshly lest you break it… Her hands were as if made up of millions of tiny, white, radiant butterflies. She always has a captivating smile on her face, and you could spend a lifetime looking deep into her dark blue eyes and die a happy man.

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Anonymous 14/08/30(Sat)01:27 No. 22356 ID: e2cae1

Go on guyz your fans are waiting

Wazzles+!JUD7F1CtU. 14/09/03(Wed)06:37 No. 22373 ID: b032dc

Sorry, should of pointed this out when I started.
My new story is being posted here

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