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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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Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

My Two mommies.
(Tags: Fb, FFb, incest, lesbian, lactation)

Chapter 1, The family bed.

I awoke as the early morning sun shined a small warm ray upon my face from the gap in the blinds. I looked to my left and saw my mother. My beautiful wonderful mother. Her long
hair, straight and black like mine, made a beautiful mess upon her pillow top. Her skin tanned from long days working on our california farm. Her big beautiful naked breasts
with the long dark nipples resting agianst my face, right where I left them the night before. I turned to my right and saw my other mother. Yes my other mother. Although she
wasn't technically my mother, just my mother's lover, I still loved her as such. From the time I was a baby she had been there, to hold me, kiss me, and love me. When I yelled
"mommy" I knew both would come running if they where in earshot. I never cared which one came as I loved them both equally. She was just as beautiful as my other mommy, but in a
different way. Her hair was red, curly not straight,and cut shorter, ending at her neck. Her skin was covered in tiny little spots, unlike me and my biological mother with our
even toned skin. I loved those little spots. Sometimes I'd give them names, or imagine what shapes they'd make if I connected them. She was also the smaller of my two mommies.
Not that my other mommy was fat mind you, just a little taller, and with bigger breasts hips and bum. Not that her smaller breasts wheren't just as beautiful to me. With those
tiny red nipples, and all the cute little spots I loved so much, they where just as lovely looking as my other mommy's bigger breasts. I laid there, between my two mommies,
their arms wrapped around me, their nude breasts resting agianst my face, feeling, warm, loved, and safe. I took a deep breathe through my nose, sniffing their beautiful scent
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I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction


Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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Anna and Heather were the two most popular girls in school, Anna, a petite 17 year old Brunette Russian, had an adorable face, a fit, athletic body, perfect B-Cup boobs, and a firm, toned ass. Heather, was a tall, pale, and freckled Vietnamese 16 year old with cute pigtails, braces, and a generally adorable presence, she was innocent and care free. She had small, flat, A-Cup boobs with cute little pierced nipples, and a nice, full, jiggly round ass that looked great in a pair of yoga pants, which she always wore, typically without underwear. Anna and Heather were best friends. They were having a normal semester of school until, suddenly, Anna went missing.

It had been a whole week since Anna went missing and Heather was getting worried, did she run away? Or did something more sinister happen to her, Heather wondered, walking home alone from school along her normal route until, out of the shadows, a figure crept up and knocked her out.

"Where am I?" Heather inquired, waking up with a throbbing head several hours later, "What happened?"

"You're in my laboratory." A voice answered through an intercom, as Heather started to look around the small, barren room, she saw something that truly shocked her.

Anna, her best friend, was lying on her back, nude, her flat tummy now looked like it was five months pregnant, her beautiful B-Cup boobs had grown to what looked like D-Cups as her now nipples ached tenderly, full of milk. Her legs were spread wide open, exposing her beautifully tight, shaved slit, which looked like it was bulging out, as if something was pushing behind it.

"Anna are you okay?" Heather asked her friend, running over to her side.

"OOooohhh, my pussy, the put something inside of me, some kinda egg." Anna weakly explained, as her gut startled to gurgle with life.

"What do you mean an egg? Are you saying you're pregnant?" Heather asked, rubbing her friends bloated belly as it moved even more.
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Just a short 1 chapter story I thought of, going to be writing in the first person. If people actually like this story, and someone wants to continue it past chapter 1, go for it.

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Friday--the first day of my freshman year at high school. I never understood why schools started the year on a friday just to throw you right into a weekend.

Maybe they thought it was better to get the introduction day out of the way and give students time to read their syllabus? Probably not

Anyway, the story starts fourth period of the day. Class had only been going for about 10 minutes before I asked to be excused, the cute girl next to me had been giving me eyes for the last 2 classes we had together, and it was making me nervous.

The teacher wasn't happy about me leaving to go to the restroom, probably thought I was just skipping class, even though, honestly, I wasn't.

All throughout school, up until college, I had been the small, quiet kid, you could say I was a late bloomer. I made my way down two flights of stairs into the basement level where the gym was, (The building was on the side of the hill, so it was underground at that level in front, but it opened to outside in back.)

Perhaps I was too rattled by the girl from class, or perhaps they were just being too quiet, but one way or another, I didn't hear them until after I walked into the restroom.
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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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First off I need to say that neither I, nor my roommate identify as gay, or even bi. We are attracted to each other, but to any other guy, and we both have long term relationships with girls. It's hard to say if that makes us bi, or just weird, because again, neither of us find males to be attractive, with the exception of each other. That being said, to the story.

I'm not exactly sure how old we were because it's been so long, but this happened in the summer between 8th grade and high school.

I'd moved here three years ago, and for the last three years, I'd had a secret crush on my best friend.

Looking back, I think it was out of jealousy. I'd been chubby in elementary/early middle school, and he was as slim as slim could be. He was one of those people that could be described as "having no butt"

I fixated for a while, feeling bad for myself because I dieted and worked out, and was still chubby, and he ate everything in sight and didn't have an ounce of fat.

Eventually I got motivated enough diet more strictly, and work out harder, and got down to the same physique I envied of him.

Now that the back-story is out of the way, fast forward to the summer between 8th and 9th grade.

I really, really wanted to do two things with him--drill his ass, and suck his dick. He, however, appeared to be one of the most homophobic people I knew.
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Summer of Bree: Part 1
M/F, cons

"Honestly officer," I'd joke quietly to myself.

I was 35 and divorced. We got married too young, and she hooked up with a man who gave her love and attention where my job did not. I had a decent job, but the money only rolled in if I worked 18 hour days, 6-7 days a week. I had an active client list longer than most resumes. Four people worked under me as free agents where I got a cut. My wife got a settlement that left me without property but my financial situation was fairly untouched. "No offense," she said, "I just want the house, cars, and boat." Fine. I recouped most of that loss in less than 2 years, but didn't want her to find out, so I played the poor card to keep her from trying to get more. I am not sure what depressed me most; her indifference or her planted hatred of me. Fuck the guy who ruined it all for me.

Still, better move on, right? I buried myself in my work, and didn't see the light of day for a long time. Until that summer. The summer of Bree.

At some point, I accidentally answered an invite to a party an old college buddy had invited me to. I knew he was networking and schmoozing me. I am not sure why I didn't turn him down like so many others, but the invite had a picture of his house which looked quirky and expensive. It was a house on a hill on stilts surrounded by a large, multi-level deck. It overlooked some water and boasted an architect's pedigree. One of the levels led down to a dock where two small fishing boats bobbed lazily in the wakes of passing motorboats that led to the small bay nearby. The first time I went there, I saw the house and decks lit by warm light from a multitude of lights strategically planted about the nooks that evenly lit the entire place, yet somehow kept a cozy feel.

My friend's name was Dan. Dan the Man. Not an original nickname, but that's how I knew him from college. Dan the Man was the guy who always had the party lists from the open to the secluded. Dan the Man knew where you could get a cheap bottle of Boons Farm or the priciest bud from the local distributor. Now Dan was a Man with the Plan. He was into real estate, and was doing quite well. Married, twice divorced, got custody every time. Dan ruined the women who betrayed him, and I think part of me respected and envied that.

"This house belonged to my second wife," he said. "What a bitch. I didn't learn my first lesson and married for looks a second time. Thankfully, after my first wife, I knew how to keep my money. And hers."

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