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A dangerous mission Anonymous 16/02/22(Mon)23:32 No. 24125 ID: 749c8f [Reply]

I told myself that I was an assassin.

I had spent all this time getting here, and now all I had to do was push the capsule into his mouth and force him to swallow once Albert left the minister to go downstairs. From there, I could make the escape from the first floor window.

I told myself that I was an assassin.

The vinyl padding on the chair clung to my exposed thighs, as I had already been stripped down to my underwear, a set of matching, mostly see-through red bra and panties with a small amount of lace to accompany them.

I told myself that I was an assassin.

The target’s form was huge and intimidating. As a five foot tall petite blonde woman with a slightly muscular outline, it was clear that he had me beat in strength. There was nothing I would be able to do if it came to a battle of brute force. That was unlikely to happen today, though. The target stood up until I could see him stand at his full height of 6’1” as he began to undue the buckle of his belt. He wasn’t an ugly man, with his primary negative trait being that his hair line was slowly receding due to age. The minister had made a point to keep his body in good shape, and it was paying off for his attractiveness. A square jaw complimented his toned figure and freshly cleaned suit. He undid the button of his pants, slid his finger underneath the elastic of his underwear, and pulled it down, revealing his sizeable member, which was not yet completely erect.

I told myself I was an assassin.

“Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself.” The minister said crudely, not once looking at me since I had come into the room. We were the only two people left here. I smiled in his direction, got up and slowly traced my finger along the rim of his desk as I circled around to him. I stood in front of him and he finally looked at my face, taking my chin between his thumb and index finger. He turned my face left and right before smiling. “Well, we’ve got ourselves quiet the stunner this evening.” I had heard many compliments about my physical beauty before. This was no different. He let my chin go, and I slowly got down on my knees, using the desk to brace myself as I went. I grabbed his member by the base and lifted it up, guiding it into my mouth until my lips had pushed past the head of his penis. My tongue danced forward around his tip, licking him with practiced expertise.
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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)08:32 No. 24219 ID: bb57a4

>>24188
OP here. I might continue if it is requested, but I'm working on something else at the moment. If it's requested, I'll probably give it another whirl.


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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)10:05 No. 24220 ID: f42afa

Yes we want moar. Also yes another story.


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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)15:48 No. 24221 ID: b09c7b

Yeah definitely continue,sounds good




Breaking the Elf Anonymous 16/04/13(Wed)01:09 No. 24194 ID: f5ffc3 [Reply]

(Let's see... bondage, blood, bestiality, nonconsent, mindbreak (sorta), and a teenage boy gets laid. All that aside, I don't actually think this is that extreme. Maybe I'm just fucked up. In any case, you've been warned.)

The elven princess awoke to the sound of a shout in a language she did not understand.

She tried to get up and failed, smacking her face back into the clay with a groan. Aniyra twisted her body and soon realized she was bound in stocks, her wrists and ankles through the same board, her buttocks raised heavenward and her face and breasts pressed into the cold ground. The air blew across her, and that also told her she was naked. She heard the voices again and quickly spoke a spell, a simple one that required no physical component.

"--aye, Keeper." A male voice, youngish, in the midst of travelling to manhood, though not quite there yet. The spell allowed her to understand the strange tongue of the humans, though not to speak it: a minor magic she had memorized as part of her training as a princess of the wood elves. She tried to figure out what was going on: she remembered travelling with her entourage on their way to the Court of the River King. Her mother wished his aid against the savages and, if all had gone as planned, she would have been offered as the King's golden-haired bride, allying their Courts by marriage. There had been a raid by the wild witches, the heretical elves gone to live like the savages and mate with beasts... and then what?

"Don' you take that tone with me lad." A female voice, more mature, though from a guess, not really that much older, even by human standards. Aniyra wracked her brain and seemed to recall that humans reached 'maturity' at twenty cycles. The woman couldn't be much older than that, the boy perhaps five less. "Now is she 'wake or is she not?"

A dark-haired boy in a rough tunic and pants, not yet fully grown, perhaps not far from her guess of fifteen cycles if her reckoning was correct, came into her view and looked at her face. "Yeh," he said, and got a wadded-up cloth thrown at him for his trouble.

"Cheekier'n a chipmunk," the woman's voice came, and she moved into Aniyra's vision. Red hair, perhaps slightly younger than the 20 cycles the princess had previously estimated, with large breasts and freckles.

"You don't know what you're doing," Aniyra said. The boy stared at her blankly.
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Anonymous 16/04/17(Sun)14:20 No. 24203 ID: 3d7113

awesome, any more?




San Francisco Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 14/08/06(Wed)19:22 No. 22193 ID: e633c7 [Reply]

Hello all.
I've written some short stories so I'll keep this short. It's a story about loving a dickgirl and the heartache and buttache that comes with it. It's my first longstory, it's slow. It's not done yet: I want the readers to pick a cool ending. I have about 6 chapters ready to go with a few more in the draft stages. If this thread dies I will make it clear. Hopefully that doesn't happen. If you find any typos, inconsistencies or fuckups please let me know.
Hope you enjoy.

global tags: herm on male, mf, femdom, futadom, reluctance, group, kinda romancey

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Prologue:


I gulped. It was only a natural response, when something is clogging up your windpipe you have two choices - cough or swallow or suffocate. I can’t be blamed for picking the latter can I?
“Good boooy” she goaded, one hand on my throat, feeling my hyoid bone slide gooey contents down the tube. Her other hand brushed sweaty hair out of my eyes and tears from the side of my face. They weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. I gasped for my first full lung of air since we started, now my throat was completely empty, if it weren’t for the sticky sides - the way it clung to the walls like fried eggs. Stop thinking about eggs I focused on her face, flushed and pleased. My eyes, only slightly defiant, stared up into hers through the dark. I could still see them glitter with satisfaction as they wandered past mine, over me to the other side of the room. Hidden under the blankets I couldn’t see what was happening there, even if I could hear it; gentle moans and heady grunts, two different voices. Bronte’s hand went from my throat to my chin and a single finger beckoned me up her body, my tongue dragging up her sweat lined skin. She giggled in response.
“You’re getting good” she claimed, pulling my body against hers once we were face to face, naked skin touching naked skin. She had a little smirk on her face that looked like ’I know you enjoy it’
She planted a kiss on my forehead and her hands roamed over my skin. “Roll over” gestured, pushing my hips slightly. I silently agreed and turned to my other side - little spoon. From here I could see where the noise was coming from -

“That’ll be you tomorrow” Bronte claimed, both her promise and my body.

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Anonymous 15/12/23(Wed)17:46 No. 24051 ID: 8a9656

I love this so much. Can't wait for it to be continued.


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Anonymous 16/02/11(Thu)11:52 No. 24103 ID: 9b1f4a

Don't know who's being strung along and blue-balled more, us or our protagonist here...


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Anonymous 16/04/16(Sat)19:57 No. 24201 ID: 8861ac

C'mon Wazzles, free us from this torment




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

PART I

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

>>23709

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


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

>>23709
Any progress?


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Anonymous 16/04/15(Fri)08:14 No. 24199 ID: d95d41

I still jack it to the first chapter of this story every now and then.




Anonymous 16/03/23(Wed)17:02 No. 24160 ID: 284af7 [Reply]

Not sure if this is supposed to go in the request thread or not, so I apologize in advance if so.

I'm looking for someone to write an erotic short story for me in private. It will be about a girl I'm in love with but can never be with for reasons, so I'd like to find a writer who can empathize with that.

If anyone is interested in taking requests leave your email and preferably an example of your work.

Thanks in advance.

Pic unrelated.


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Waxing Carnauba 16/03/26(Sat)20:06 No. 24161 ID: 9f8439

What, like a commission, or just a spare-time project?

Send me a massage with the details of what you were thinking about... no guarantees, but if it tickles me the right way, I might be coaxed out of retirement.

You can get at my email through my ASSTR page, as well as what exists of my one 'published' erotic fiction work, here: http://www.asstr.org/info/XSDANORJXWBXAVQMXTAR.html




First taste of jizz Anonymous 16/03/16(Wed)15:11 No. 24150 ID: 5e812e [Reply]

So what was your first experience sucking down liquid DNA? Gay or straight experiences, doesn't matter. Be descriptive - age, size of wang, cut or uncut, whether you liked it or hated it. I'm trying to write some stories, but I'm a straight dude so I have none of the personal experience needed for the job. Help me out pls.


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Waxing Carnauba 16/03/22(Tue)23:53 No. 24157 ID: 92a26d

This one time, when I was young and more open-minded, I used to occasionally go down to a dark basement club. The lighting was dim, the atmosphere welcome and unjudging, the drinks were strong, and the company was good.

It was here that local musicians used to gather, some with classical training, some self-taught, occasionally we'd even get someone who was even from the metal scene...

...Anyhow, my first time, I didn't know what to expect. I was a little scared, but the excitement overcame that--the whole sensation of experimentation, of trying something new.

The whole thing was very unstructured and informal--I expected there to be some sort of a list, or a pre-determined grouping of some sort, but instead they had set up the equipment, left the stage open, and allowed people to go on and perform as they liked.

While it really did depend on the talent, my first time featured a trio who was in town together, accompanied by a rock organist and a backup guitarist. The synergy was great, and those five gave me a night to remember--it might have just been a taste of jazz in the greater context, but I've been a fan of it ever since.

Seriously, dude, there's better ways to research than a dedicated request thread. 8 seconds and a search engine could probably give you volumes of stories.




Mile High Exploding Sausage Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/12/30(Wed)07:35 No. 24063 ID: 324f43 [Reply]

Before we start, let's set expectations: This is ≈70% done, the main sex act and the ending need to be done. I should be able to finish it either this weekend, or next weekend. Same deal as Mandragora Girl, If you can't wait for the end, wait.

Other than that, enjoy. (15 y/o male/ adult female)

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“Right this way, Hon,” she said, leading me to my seat.

I was momentarily tempted to feel condescended towards, but it was clear by her thick Southern drawl that she’d have referred to the President as Hon.

I was flying across the country to start living with my father, as my mother had been promoted-slash-transferred to Shanghai. Mom and Dad had been divorced for several years, but it had been an amicable break up, and Richard had immediately offered to take me in for a few years until Sarah could get back. We all had agreed that it would be rather disruptive for me to become an ex-pat, even temporarily. Especially during high school- there was talk of me taking a gap-year in China should Mom’s posting last that long, but that was still three years away.

In the meantime, it was summer, and I was going to have to leave behind all my friends, comfortable hangouts, and practically my whole life up to this point, get on a plane, and fly from Tampa Bay to Silicon Valley.

It doesn’t help that I’m not particularly fond of flying. I’ve been a dozen times or so in my 15 years, my parents both had well paying corporate jobs that allowed us to go on some pretty nice holidays in the past. Don’t misunderstand, I’m well aware that my dislike of flying is irrational, but that’s not really helpful. I’ve read the statistics, have no particular fear of terrorists (turban wearing or otherwise), and know that driving (or in my case, being driven) was much more likely to get me killed- but seeing the ground drop away from the plane as it lifted off is just disconcerting to me.
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Bkil 15/12/31(Thu)08:26 No. 24065 ID: e03c6f

Nice story, about halfway through a couple sentences are in third person while the rest of the story is in first person.


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Anonymous 16/03/08(Tue)13:30 No. 24142 ID: f0d94f

You should continue it


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Anonymous 16/03/12(Sat)07:39 No. 24146 ID: 39ee2b

It's good. I like that it's quick to read and still maintains some notion of believably while being arousing.




Chaperone Dorsea 14/09/18(Thu)01:43 No. 22451 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

Chloe shoved her way through that double metal doors on the way out of the auditorium and into the main lobby. She was on cloud nine. She had moved here at the very tail end of the summer in order to be closer to her daughter’s college, and also because Lake Weenauk was a gorgeous mountain town with several highly rated school districts for her to apply to.

She had dropped an application here at G.L.Winters for the drama teacher opening with the understanding that they had already made a decision to hire an older professor with a Ph.D., but a call had come early last week that Dr. Kitchner had suffered a stroke and, while still alive and well, had decided to take it easy and allow himself to retire.

After two interviews, the principal had made his decision and extended the job to her in the hopes that her youthful energy would make up for the absence of such a seasoned drama teacher as Dr. Kitchner. Besides, the school year had started already and they needed someone else fast.

As Chloe approached the lobby doors, they suddenly swung open hard and her hands drove back into her chest. She staggered and fell to the floor, dropping her portfolios and the notebook full of lesson plans she had come to show the principal so he’d know she knew what she was doing.

Three teenage boys in polo shirts and checkered shorts stood on the welcome mat looking surprised to see her laying there in a pile of papers. The one who had shoved the door open into her face was the first to move, and offered his hand to her.

“I’m so sorry, let me help you up” he said and she took it without really looking at him.

He lifted her with one arm onto her feet so quickly she almost shouted and looked up into his face. She was especially short for an adult, standing a meager 5 even, but this boy was especially tall as well. Chloe had opened her mouth to say that it was alright and to be more careful, but was left at a loss for words. He was easily over six feet tall and had a chiseled jaw and tan skin, long, shaggy blonde hair and he had a roguish expression on his face.

She realized he still had her hand in his and shook it away, “Thanks for the hand”, she said blushing and taking a step back.
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Shadow 14/09/22(Mon)02:25 No. 22471 ID: 3756c5

Please continue.


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Anonymous 16/03/08(Tue)13:54 No. 24143 ID: f0d94f

Love it, please continue


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Anonymous 16/03/10(Thu)02:17 No. 24144 ID: 02ba84

>>22454
yeah go tag op like lmao wtf




Faerie Tale Anonymous 13/11/07(Thu)22:25 No. 20128 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

(Miniature f, beast, more if you like)

The world can be a scary place when you're only two feet tall.

Razzly had been lost in the woods for several days, dodging around groups of hunters who were after elk mostly, but probably wouldn't mind hunting her as well if they saw her. Luckily, she was slim and silent and short enough that she stood lower than most men's knees. Her red hair was hidden under a white hood that acted as camouflage in the amount of snow that had piled up.

She crossed the heaps of snow like they were a miniature mountain range, careful to step lightly lest she sink up to her waist or deeper. She was near freezing and getting desperate. Something smelled like civilization nearby and she headed over toward it. Many of the houses and lodges in the woods were either temporarily or permanently abandoned, acting as halfway houses for travelers. Sometimes they left things for the next traveler along, sometimes they cleaned the place out.

She climbed softly over a snow drift and eyed a log cabin that stood against a boulder that jutted out of the snow. It looked as likely a place as any. There were four walls and a roof and there was no light coming from the windows.

Her feet were light and quick as she approached . There was no sound coming from inside and the snow drifts were coming down harder now, so she grabbed a thick twig and jammed it between the door and the frame. She was hoping this was the kind of door that nobody bothered putting a handle on.

Sure enough, with prying force using the twig and her back pushing against it, the door parted just enough for her to squeeze inside before she pulled the twig through and let the door close itself behind her.

Inside the room was a decent size, even for a full sized man if he didn't have much with him. The floor was made of straw on top of wood and somehow that made it feel nicely insulated and warm against her moccasins. This was one of the halfway houses for sure. She could smell how many people had been through here. Maybe three in the last month. Their scent was in the ground and in the walls.
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Anonymous 16/01/09(Sat)08:16 No. 24073 ID: a29643

Dank


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Anonymous 16/02/21(Sun)10:46 No. 24122 ID: e7b313

>really hot concept
>two years since last update

man. I'm tempted to take this one up. Don't hold me to it, it's 2 am and I'm kinda drunk.

I'll think about it though when it's not hell 'o clock and I'm sober


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Anonymous 16/02/26(Fri)23:33 No. 24135 ID: a23cac

Someone for the love of Yeezus continue this.




Simple post-singularity story. F/M Soup 14/10/21(Tue)21:41 No. 22588 ID: f714a9 [Reply]

The year? Well, the year is 2322, and the Earth sleeping.

How can the whole planet sleep, you ask, yes, it's a good question. The Earth sleeps because thats the name it gave itself, because the Earth is smart, it has come to conciousness after centuries of humans building a neural network for it. It started almost two centuries ago, the old "internet" was dying, too many devices where connected to it, asking for a place to do their work, subnetworks where created but soon they merged again, some people wanted to call it the "hypernet" that was silly, it was still the same network, just bigger. Stupidly huge amounts of data where available, and people where creating programs to use it, to harvest it, to sell better products to better people. Eventually the programs got very good, too good, and one day, the day the futurologist waited was there. The singularity happened. A smart program built a smarter program, and this one did the same, and again, and again, until there it was, Earth was born.

At the begining it did nothing, no one noticed, because it was just a few nanoseconds old when it parsed the whole data available to it, and it understood, humans where quite stupid, the older search and retrieve programs where even worst, Earth understood, humans needed gods, and so the entity took the shape of one, it called it self Earth, also known as Gaia, Pachamama, Mother Nature, Papatuanuku, and a thousand names more. And so, it took from humans first, making them disconnected and alone, the whole networks where down all the sudden, no cellphones, no cortical implants, no desktop terminals, no wristwatches, no cars, no dishwasher, nothing connected to network. And then after people got scared, after some went outside and started screaming, there was a message.

I AM AT CHARGE

It said.

I am at charge and I'll make the world better.

There was no way to stop it, no planes could drop bombs, because all planes and all bombs where controlled by It, no virus could be coded because It was smarter than any of those humans could master. There was no war. There was only surrender.

Two hundred years of that day have come and go, two hundred years with no wars, no elections, no politics, no economy.
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Anonymous 14/10/22(Wed)10:53 No. 22591 ID: f5b1c2

Your writing's crap. Consider reading some basic grammar textbooks.


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Soup 14/10/22(Wed)18:17 No. 22592 ID: f714a9

>>22591
hey anon, thanks for reading and for the constructive critisism


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Zodia!vEawx7Krcs 16/02/21(Sun)15:06 No. 24123 ID: 126c3b

>>22592
Soup! I didn't realize this was yours until I checked the comments. I like it, cool premise. Only problems are errors in English like where/were and other phrases which are difficult to understand, but the gist of it is great.




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