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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.


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

>>22336
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.


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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)

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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.

"Len?"

"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.


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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.)


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

>>22385
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.


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

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


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

>>20556

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.

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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.
Boom.
"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.
Defeat.
"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

>>20944
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


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

>>22356
Sorry, should of pointed this out when I started.
My new story is being posted here
>>22193




iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Hi, I'm AnonyMPC. You might remember me from such stories as "My Private Camwhore," "Relatively Powered", and "Yet Another Thing That Isn't The Next My Private Camwhore."

Well, after a long time where I was working on various stories and making very slow progress, I got hit with an idea that caught my imagination on fire. It started with the artist NeckRomancer on HF, who drew a few pieces inspired my stories, and we got to talking. An offhanded comment by me made him suggest a story idea, a SF one that had a sort of cyberpunk vibe. It was a good idea, and I'm actually a fan of old-school cyberpunk and all it's tropes, but I didn't want to tackle it. I was too busy, and too far behind, with other stuff. But it reminded me of another idea I had (based on an idea granted to me by a fellow named kludo I met in an artist's stream), also set in a cyberpunk world. And I began to toss around the idea of a set of stories set in the same city, and came up with a few ideas, and NeckRomancer suggested a couple more, and finally, I realized I was enjoying the process more than I had writing in a while, and what's more, I had 5 stories that I thought fit together pretty well, I knew exactly where they began and ended and how they fit together. They could be short, I told myself, maybe one sex scene each, so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from my other projects. And I started writing the first, getting more work done in one day than I had in all the other stories I was working on combined in the past week, and I had that glorious feeling I hadn't had in a long time where my mind was racing with things to write even while I was asleep.

So I figured I had to stick with it, even if it meant everything else getting delayed, again, for overall output, the best strategy is sticking with the stuff I'm excited with most.
I finished the first story, and am started on the second. I'm not going to officially post it to my site (http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten), or my HF page, until all five are done and cross-checked. But, because I have a history with this site, I thought I'd post them one-by-one here and here only. You can, hopefully, be my beta-test, so I can catch any major issues. This also means it'll be slightly less edited than they usually are, and I plan to tighten it up.

A few notes of things I'm especially looking for, or need to say up front:
Classic cyberpunk, which I'm a fan of, doesn't really mesh perfectly with computers and the Internet as it exists today. So I've done a bit of a bastard fusion and used some handwaving of vague historical events that have altered how things work. I'm certainly willing to hear if you think anything doesn't make sense on that level (networks don&# Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/08/08(Fri)02:58 No. 22212 ID: 89e49b

This is your reminder that there has now been more time between MPC4 and MPC5 then there was between MPC3 and MPC4.


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Anonymous 14/08/16(Sat)05:46 No. 22289 ID: e382a4

Very enjoyable. Loved the world building, especially with Jeter's dialogue. Personally, I like when you touch on real world issues or cultural references, and cyber punk especially wouldn't be complete without some of that commentary. If I had to complain, I would say this story is light on character so far, due to the anonymity of the narrator and protagonist. From your comments here it sounds like the next installments are already addressing this, though.

The "POV" show premise is just fresh enough to get me to read elit again - can't wait to see where you go with it.


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lovelovetinylovestories!2UMHv8AVGk 14/09/01(Mon)01:21 No. 22361 ID: bd6b8f

Found this thread by way of googling the text "iCity Tales" and going through withdrawal from your excellent work. The only reason I am tripfagging is because I am trying to start a blog doing reviews of ontopic erotic fiction like your own. It'll also work as a resource for refinding anything I liked as it seems any time someone starts any kind of repository of this type of fiction it is swiftly shutdown one way or another. (See Red Rose stories or more recently the Loliwood studios site on ASSTR) It makes it difficult to find anything.

On to your story as posted...

It seemed like this chapter was intended to be very experimental and a way to introduce the world and its history without being too dense and doing too much of an info dump. By combining the POV (love what you did there) with the primary viewer of the broadcast, the pontificating of the mercenary, bits and pieces given out by the "Fly" you were able to introduce large chunks of the world without having to do the literary equivalent of a history lesson just to begin the story. That worked well in my opinion. It was the difference between the Star Wars opening sequence and the David Lynch version of the Dune film.

I also agreed with other posters that the technology you're hinting at is very intriguing and what little you've shown us so far really makes me look forward to seeing more as it gets posted. The bit suggested with text being used subliminally was interesting and made me quiver with anticipation at what other uses for the hinted capabilities we'll be seeing in the future.

I'm not sure how you'll be tying everything together, or even if you'll be needing to tie the various vignettes together? I confess I am intrigued and appalled at the way POV (the character) interacted with her victims. It would make me feel better one way or another if we were eventually told more about both her and "the Fly" to know whether she is actually being hurt during these adventures or whether innocent people are being targeted. It'd be nice to know what criteria gets used to choose the targets.

I'll admit nothing major stood out on the grammar or spelling aspect of things but then I wasn't really looking for anything in that direction either. I will also confess that while the story did much for me intellectually I was left cold by the sex. There were too many people involved or maybe I just couldn't get into the voyeuristic aspect of it? I'm assuming that this is a lack on my part, not on yours.

Will be looking forward to catching the next installment when available.




Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and v Anonymous 09/07/11(Sat)10:54 No. 12 ID: 04c4aa [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

This is a re-upload of the LARA CROFT SEX CHRONICLES!

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."
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Anonymous 14/06/30(Mon)05:47 No. 22002 ID: 382939

Bump


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Anonymous 14/06/30(Mon)06:05 No. 22003 ID: fd2c20

>>22002
this thread is FIVE YEARS OLD will you shut the fuck up and let it die already


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Anonymous 14/08/31(Sun)06:25 No. 22360 ID: 763f61

>>22003

NO! This story will never die!




Fair Game (Fantasy, OC) Ahiylen 14/05/21(Wed)12:51 No. 21807 ID: 7068f9 [Reply]

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Long ago I was a member of a clan of the Bilewood, we were a fea clan, and we were far from honest or virtuous. Each clan fought; they fought themselves, each other, and the important fights fell in the shadows. My clan however was a subordinate family of Oracles in service of a warrior caste clan, together we were one of the most powerful.

I was an Acolyte of the Oracles, but the processed used to awaken our magic would often take days, months, or in my case more than a year to subside. To put the process simply─ a part of your aura is suspended outside your body through a mark the more you can channel out the longer it takes to return and control it, and the more powerful you are expected to be. I was extremely powerful but unable to focus my aura, and the only Acolyte in decades to actually make the mark more powerful instead of absorb it.

Long before I could begin to master myself my clan was conquered. It’s the nature of the Bilewood that the weak are weeded out by the strong, and the constant strife left the Bilewood’s clans resistant to the outside world; that was until the Cleft clan began trading for arcane weaponry to take over other clans, and trading away slaves for more weaponry. I know not how the fighting went. As it went the priests and oracles were hidden away; with me amongst the acolytes of them. We were surrendered as slaves in what ever conditions our clans made for peace.

The sorting took days, and much more than the acolytes were surrendered to them; the least renown of us were left to be sorted days later. I felt lucky that I’d be sorted initially with the commoners.

Then in happend I was addressed by a strangely dressed soldier in loose fit black and gray layers of cloth and fine chain mesh. He had midnight blue hair that fell down in spike locks around his eyes and held back by his pale ears and falling haphazardly around his neck.

I was picked so very late as I’d been in civilian clothing, a vine framed blouse of tan ivy fiber falling loosely just above darker brown short split skirt that I fastened just below my belly button to hide the Oliva Mar marking; which had become a point of shame in my life. The whole outfit blended with my dark olive skin, and long butt length auburn hair which I had in a three quarters length braid revealing my long black and red sifte’ ears.

(Sifte’ are a wilde fea who are considered by most to be ferral of our Vexan and Aurder cousens. Aesthetically we have wider noses with longer and wider ears than most other fea, and much like the Vexen we often are born with beastial eyes, earthen skin, stripping in our hair, and less often we have stripping and other dark patterns on our faces and bodies.)
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Anonymous 14/08/27(Wed)19:34 No. 22350 ID: fac323

Well, that ended very abruptly. The writing is good, but it seems quite heavy on world-building for an elit story. I guess there's no inherent contradiction there, but you might find that people who are reading for pleasure in the physical sense don't always have the patience for it.


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Ahiylen 14/08/29(Fri)17:23 No. 22355 ID: 7068f9

As it stands Chapter 4 is going to be delightfully short, so I should be able to post it shortly enough. (if not at least a excerpt to finish that scene should you all be interested in something so vanilla.)

Funny side note; the world building is something I'd done quite a while ago for another story in the same realm. There is a depth to the character I really enjoy, and I feel that getting to know here will help make her easier to empathize with.

This is half for me and half for you guys and gals. This is a project for me to stretch my legs as a writer with a subject that's altogether more interesting to my lewd mind, but the growing part of this project comes from feedback like yours.

So just know that I welcome and hope for more comments from you and anyone else who has given me feedback.


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CH 4 Excerpt Ahiylen 14/08/30(Sat)15:11 No. 22357 ID: 7068f9

──I’m sorry for the abrupt stop but the tone has to change for a minute here kitten. I’d become something new to myself. I felt and lived unlike I’d ever had before, and for all I knew then it was but a dream. Every fact lead to that being a dream but her smile─her feelings─and my own were impossible for me to have fabricated as I was then. I saw that look in her eye and that sliver of doubt left me.──

She was away from me now─the kiss broken and the storm was unraveling, and yet still the lust did not subside; just the chaos. I was becoming clear; the bond broken but the luster did not fade.

Her hair cascaded around her the golden stubborn locks bouncing and swaying softly with the rise and fall of her breath. The locks brightly framed her face the pale yellow starkly contrasting the deep gold of her flashing fae eyes. Her pupils completely overtaken by her aura like a sheen of gold had encompassed them.

The look seemed distant like a blind woman’s eyes wide open grasping for some glimpse of the world, yet instead her eyes were wide because they took in the whole of the world around her. I was aware of every naked inch of my body that shone in her eyes. I felt my skin against the sharpness of the air.

I didn’t move. I just tried to will her down to me, and her lewd smile just grew wider.

“I will not make you beg.” She said as she dropped down to my neck.

She planted a soft kiss just above my collarbone and I felt shivers run down my body. Each kiss that followed was deeper and hungrier than the last as she made her way up my neck. First it was soft suckling, then the flick of her soft tongue sailing across my skin. When she was just below my ear she nipped softly at my neck, again and again at that same spot, as the skin got more sensitive and my body began to squirm she caressed the skin with her tongue.

I had begun to let out a soft coo of a noise, but as her tongue ran across my skin it pitched higher into a hard moan.
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Stray AiraAA 14/01/25(Sat)01:44 No. 20898 ID: 62eca2 [Reply]

Summary: A lonely math teacher finds a homeless girl hiding in his porch in a particularly rainy day and takes her in. Struggling with his strong pedophile tendencies, moral limits becomes blurry.

TAGS: Mg, dubcon, slow, Mdom, (Maybe a few will change)

Warning: Don't expect a quick fap. I like the tension and the story will progress at a slow pace. It is my first time posting here and English is not my first language.

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STRAY
Chapter one – Matheus’ point of view –

Routine is a nice thing. Not, you know, the most necessary thing of all, I’m not that sick. Well, at least not because of that. But, anyway, routine is the way I know everything is going just right.
My routine starts at 6 am. I take a quick shower, put on some clothes, brush my teeth, eat a pair of toasts with some juice, brush my teeth again, grab my papers and keys and go to school, try to get teenagers to learn math, get out, stop on the market and buy groceries and a little something for the stray dog that decided to live on my front yard, feed said dog, go inside, have lunch, do whatever’s left of my work and then basically do whatever I want, usually means video games, some internet and running in the little park in front of my house.
Today, like every day, should be no different, with the exception of a little meeting among teachers. Little did I know.
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Anonymous 14/08/18(Mon)12:23 No. 22310 ID: b07e95

more


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Anonymous 14/08/19(Tue)18:59 No. 22321 ID: ffb8ea

>>22245
>>22310

This story hasn't been updated in almost 6 months. Don't hold your breath fellas.


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Anonymous 14/08/29(Fri)16:07 No. 22354 ID: b07e95

>>22321

well thats fucking aids




Sucker for a Pretty Face (mf, inc, 1st, dubcon, slow) AnonyMPC 14/01/13(Mon)01:34 No. 20674 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hello all, I'm back, with another story. All my stories can be found read at http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/ if you've forgotten or don't know who I am, but this is a standalone. It also turned out a lot longer than I expected it to when I started. Also, the title's working, I still want to think of something better. And there's not much sex in this, all in all, so I'm not even sure how well it works. But we'll see.

Final disclaimer: This story involves a real brain disorder that real people have. I don't have this disorder, and though I tried to do my research and imagination and represent it as accurately as possible, I'm sure I screwed up somewhere and took artistic liberties in other areas. Luckily, the condition varies quite a bit from person to person in intensity and impact on those with it so I hope any errors can be handwaved away as a particularly idiosyncratic case.

Sucker For A Pretty Face (mf, inc, 1st, dubcon, slow)

Chapter One:

It started on a Friday, of course. What better day to get yourself into trouble, at least for a seventeen-year-old junior with a car? Saturday, maybe, but Saturdays lend themselves to a little milder partying style. Sometimes Fridays are like an elastic band, you've been stretched tight, ready to snap, and, when you've finally break free from the frustrations and boredoms of a week of school, you need to fly as far as you can in the opposite direction. You just want to cut loose and get wild, maybe get lucky, or just do something new. Well, I got wild, fell for a girl, and got myself in a situation I never would have dreamed of the day before, or even hours before.

It all started at school, or actually before class began. I drove us there, us being me and my sister, who was seated in the passenger seat. Once I got my license and the car, it came with the parental expectation that I'd drive her to school, but I did it happily.

I always liked Sarah, even if she was a lowly, dirty freshman. Teasing aside, we always got along well, we're both pretty laid back, low-drama people. She even likes a few bands that aren't total shit. Also, she's a reader like me, although certainly not as much... still, she's one of the few people I can talk books with, when she borrows one of mine, or, more rarely, when I read one of hers. I read Hunger Games on her recommendation, before the movie (she was only eleven when she read it), and it was better than I thought it would be. So I felt close to her, and although I might gripe about having to drive her, for appearance's sake, I actually enjoyed the few minutes where we'd just talk in the car.

On that Friday, she was quieter than usual, but I asked her about her plans for that night, to go over to her friend Cindy's place and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/02/11(Tue)02:09 No. 21097 ID: 8893ca

OMFG.

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20785439,00.html

MPC IRL.


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Anonymous 14/02/11(Tue)08:28 No. 21101 ID: 7a8d50

>>21097

You're thinking of "Wanna Bet"


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Anonymous 14/03/23(Sun)05:51 No. 21407 ID: 4a35ec

>>21095

I can point to at least two or three VNs even within my narrow scope of knowledge that are top-notch reads, and have no branching paths or choices at all. I totally think you could manage, although it might be tough in the style you write in. They're usually written in limited present tense and whatnot, and they read at a distinctly different 'pace' than standard writing.




Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/04/24(Thu)10:29 No. 21602 ID: f21af2

My guess is that they'll have a three way Marcus, mother, and girlfriend probably at matts house during his birthday haha.. Poor Matt


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Anonymous 14/07/13(Sun)07:01 No. 22065 ID: c24e04

My guess? Marcus is actually the main character


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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead




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