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CLUB BANGERS - MDMA shared girlfriend interracial gangbang PB Rider 16/08/18(Thu)10:30 No. 24581 ID: 360b74 [Reply]

Note - I am PB Rider, the author of this story, so don't worry about plagiarism, it's promotion.

ONE

Now this is a quick and dirty story that happens to be true, and I’ve never told it to anyone before, but I thought why not write about it, change the names, and try and sell it for some money, just like this.

It took place a year or two ago, when I was dating this hot little number, Suzy, not marriage material but very fuckable. She had this wild, submissive side – a good Catholic girl who’d discovered sex and found she liked it. When I met her she was already a big fan of Rocco Siffredi, and we used to watch his movies together while fucking. Look him up and you’ll get the picture.

It was from that I knew she was freakier than one dick could satisfy, so I got a rubber cock and stuck that in her ass while banging her pussy, or vice versa, depending on whether I wanted a blow job mid-fuck. This got her hot, and she loved the idea of two or three cocks at once, giving me all the dirty talk on that theme, and I’d call her a slut and a bitch and a whore, and she’d cum harder. She used to get her knees and suck my dick, and I’d tell her if she was good I’d take her to a bar, set her up in a bathroom stall, and have her give blowjobs for $10 a pop, or take her to a frat party and swap her for a bag of weed and some MDMA, and that only made her hotter.

Suzy loved it all, so it’s important you know going in that my girlfriend was a beautiful freak, and it was hard for me to keep up with her desires, so later on, when this seems to get out of hand, just remember that’s how she liked it, and we kept dating for a while after the night I’ll tell you about here, which involves some ecstasy, a club, and a whole lot of bangers.

TWO

Suzy had gotten high many times before, but she’d never taken ecstasy, and wanted to. I was cool with that, because I love drugging and dancing, and I also knew that when we got home she’d be ready to fuck like a demon the rest of the night. I got four baggies of MDMA, and made sure we had enough weed and fresh porn to keep us going through to Sunday afternoon.
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Nikki (Schoolgirl, Slut, domination/submission, looootta nosex) Anonymous 13/11/05(Tue)13:46 No. 20097 ID: c8435a [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hey dudes, I wrote this on 4chan while requesting something on /r/. It's written in 4chan style, with the main character as Anon Ymous, but it's basically a Mills & Boone. That means it takes a fucking AGE to get to the juicy bits. If you like nosex give it a go!

It's half finished at the moment, but I haven't stopped at a cliffhanger, there is some resolution.

Tell me what ya think. :)

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Be me in highschool. Tall, awkward, wiry. I was never sure why Nicole sat next to me in business class but I was glad she did. She was a year older than me, and I was considered a gifted child so while I took the advanced courses she took the remedial, that meant we had a lot of classes together.

We became friends, I can't say for sure what we talked about or what we had in common, but we passed notes during quiet time and hung out on morning tea break. Thinking back to those times is like watching a silent film, I can see our lips moving, the motion of her laughing, but I can't hear her voice. Green eyes, freckles, red hair. Her image still flashes in my mind when I masturbate. I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I realised, but at some point in the early 2000's, a teenaged version of me realised that Nicole Fisher was going to be his first.

"Hey, do you wanna have a threesome?" It was probably around when she said that. I remember turning red, dropping my pencil and staring at her like a frightened animal. I don't remember saying anything in response, but she pressed her hand against my shoulder and said, "With me and my boyfriend!"
I shook my head. What was she saying?! She was a year older than me, she said her boyfriend had a huge dick! What if I embarass myself? She's just saying it to make fun of me. Thoughts like these turned over in my head and I kept quiet. I'm not old enough to have sex anyway.

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Anonymous 16/07/30(Sat)22:05 No. 24527 ID: 7e3383

Holy Shit, anon. I idly started reading this right before bed and stayed up half the night reading it. Awesome, if depressing, work.


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Anonymous 16/07/31(Sun)08:15 No. 24529 ID: 33207c

holy fuck, what a read


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Anonymous 16/07/31(Sun)17:34 No. 24531 ID: 33207c

personally didn't like the ending, but a good story nonetheless.




Leap of Faith NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:31 No. 24495 ID: 8a8a53 [Reply]

First off. This is a repost of a story posted on /elit/ back in 2010 and updated last in 2012. You can find a link to the original archived thread here:
https://web.archive.org/web/20130917094523/http://7chan.org/elit/res/10610.html
This is a repost without permission, but not for lack of trying. I contacted the original author (Fluffins) through e-mail four days ago and haven't gotten any response. Maybe this will bring about a reappearance? I can only hope as much.

Below is the original text of the story, formatted identically to how it was originally posted.



First time writer here, r&r, plzkthx.
Contains: All futa, All underage
(remember, boys and girls, pedophilia is illegal in the US, only fap to it, never do it IRL)

Nov. 12, 2010.
Hi, My name is Faith Woods, I’m 14 years old, shoulder-length straight red hair, still-growing B cup breasts, perfect 6.5:1 hip:waist ratio (I’m kind of a math nerd), I'm 5 feet tall with a healthy does of freckles, and I’m not a normal girl. I mean, I try to be normal. I go to a regular middle school, have normal friends and a totally normal family… it’s me that isn’t totally normal. And hell, I didn’t even know I was abnormal ‘till about a week ago.
See, last Wednesday night, I grew a dick.
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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:42 No. 24508 ID: 8a8a53

Alright, guys, took this chapter in a bit of a different direction [rapefantasy] and [voyeur] apply here, so tread with caution. if it's not to your liking, don't worry; it'll only be in a select few chapters

Hope lay over me for several minutes after we finished, then she picked me up, her half-hard cock still inside me, and lay back in the tub, my body draped over hers. I felt the ocean of jizz swimming inside me, still almost completely held in my her enormous rod, only a few jets escaping in intervals, running down her cock and across her balls, my own dick throbbed lazily on her stomach, caught between all four of our breasts, the head just barely poking out above our diamond-shaped cleavage. I rested my head on her shoulder, dozing in and out of sleep, the hot water, my full stomach, her warm, gentle embrace, all were soft lullabies, I felt her falling asleep as well, her chest rising and falling deeply, I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled my nose into her shoulder, feeling the blood flow beneath her skin, her heartbeat pulsing gently as her breath lifted her chest and lowered it again is low, gentle rhythm. Ba-thmp, ba-thmp, ba-thmp… ba-thmp…. ba-thmp……...ba-thmp…………

Nov. 16, 2010
When I woke up yesterday, after my fuck with hope, It was four-thirty in the morning, I was neatly tucked into my own bed, I had slept nearly eleven hours, so I wasn’t even slightly groggy. I sat and realized I was in a white pair of underwear, out of which my cock happily flopped and dangled, and nothing else. I stood and saw myself in the mirror on the back of my closet door. The silver moonlight lit my pale skin from behind, I looked… ethereal. I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I was so sexy, my skin practically glowing, my cock started to harden just a tiny bit as I say my puffy, extended nipples shimmered, I bit my lip and ran my fingers over that beautiful slab of meat between my legs, feeling tingles and shivers run down my spine as it climbed upwards, hardening.
Suddenly, I heard a very different sort of thumping. Coming from the opposite side of my wall. I knew immediately what was going on; Hope loves waking up early and working out; she must have been doing some aerobics or something. I put my ear up to the wall slowly, listening to the exact variety of sounds coming through. Her room is small, but she keeps it clean as a whistle, so there was plenty of room for her to work out, but the sound all came through the walls really clearly, and the walls were thin to begin with, I could hear quite well with my ear pressed to the thin little divider.
“Ohhhh, fuck meeee~” I heard the moan come seeping through the wall, my cock immediately stood at attention, I didn’t feel like shortening it; all 14 inches quivered loud and proud in the air before me, I heard the bmp bmp bmp bmp of the legs at the head of her bed repeatedly slamming, and heavy panting could be heard ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:42 No. 24509 ID: 8a8a53

Short little prelude chapter, just to keep you boys on the edge of your seats ;)


Two hours later, I awoke to a very odd experience. My alarm hadn’t gone off, though a quick glance over to my nightstand told me I hadn’t overslept, this, however, was not my first concern. I was a bit more preoccupied with the tongue sliding down my throat and the hand caressing my cock through my sheets. I’m not complaining or anything; I quickly recognized it as Hope, and I sank softly into her lips, wrapping my own tongue around hers, holding tight, I moaned gently into her mouth, she squeezed tight on my dick and pulled away, saliva stringing between our pouting lower lips.
“what a way to wake up~” I giggled softly.
“I thought you’d like it.” my big sister smiled sweetly at me and grabbed my hand, lifting me up so she could cradle my body in her arms and kiss me again. “did you enjoy the show last night?” I blushed at her blatant statement
“h-how did you know?”
“you painted the walls outside my room, silly. It makes it so much hotter to know you were watching me and mom get it on like that.” she kissed me again, “mom’s washing my sheets now while breakfast cooks, come on!” she giggled and pulled me out of bed, I nearly fell as she pulled me swiftly to my feet, she let me swing forward and I nearly screamed as I felt myself falling before her arm caught me gently behind the back and lowered me into a dip, as if we were dancing. I panted heavily, my heart pounding, she just smiled and winked at me, lifting me up into yet another sensual kiss. I moaned as she held me tight, my arms folded up to my chest, held between our breasts as she kissed me. I felt my cock going hard and lifting up from where it spilled out over the waistband of my panties. As my cock rose, it rubbed along Hope’s, which was doing the same.
“j-j-just let me…” I broke our kiss and turned around, about to open the drawer, when my sister’s strong arms wrapped around my bare waist, pulling me back,
“but mom is so eager to see your dick~” she said, gliding a finger across the tip of my pole, it twitched in response to her touch, “Cherry’s gone for the rest of the week, remember? It’s just us three here” she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick, I hadn’t even bothered to control the size, so Hope pinched at the base and shook her hand up and down, causing all fourteen inches of my member to wobble up and down, “come on, you don’t need any clothes.”
I walked into the kitchen blushing profusely, my enormous member sticking straight up, wobbling with every step, it wasn’t even as big as Hope’s, who had gone before me, but I was still nervous, I felt exposed, unprotected as I stepped forward to see my mother, wearing nothing save for a chef’s apron, standing over a pan on the stove. As I came in, she looked over at me, and I saw her nipples immediately going hard u Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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NGT 16/07/26(Tue)23:47 No. 24510 ID: 8a8a53

[NGT again. Nine months passed between the previous post and this one. Shortly after the previous post, Fluffins mentioned having writer's block with this particular story, posted an email, and said that they'd consider handing the story off to someone else for a time, or even for good. I do not know if anyone applied, since Fluffins updated later on anyways.
Prior to this, Fluffins reappeared in another thread posting an RP log featuring the character of Faith. I replied to that thread asking if it was canon to Leap of Faith, and a couple of days later, this was posted. It's also the last update, but the thread was bumped for a year and a half before it ever 404'ed.]

oh look, it's this guy again....
[cuminflation] probably should have been applied about 2 chapters ago, but eh. it's not too severe.

enjoy.

And so... I fucked my mom.
I mean, what do you do when you've got a raging 14 inch hardon and a big, curvy woman gets on her hands and knees and pushes her glorious ass out towards you? I placed a tentative hand into the pale, soft flesh, feeling it give under my fingers, I gripped at my mom's juicy cheeks, gulping and sweating in both fear and anticipation. Her slit was obviously hungry; it slavered like a starved dog, dripping down her thighs, making them slick and wet, pooling into a glistening little puddle on the floor. I heard her panting, breath shuddering in ragged gasps out of her lips, she looked back. I think it was just the idea that her 14 year old daughter was about to fuck her senseless than anything that was making her horny; my dick could have been 2 inches and she still would have gotten off.
All the better for her: my dick isn't 2 inches. My head slipped into her hole effortlessly. I felt the tight walls clench over the big, fat, purple tip of my erection, and my rod just kept slipping in. deeper and deeper; her cunt was totally bottomless! I ran balls deep into her with no trouble, and yet those walls still pulsed and gripped tight at my shaft the whole time. She had so much control, my mother actually sent waves; rolling ripples of pressure down her pink canal, sucking me in with this constant current, I couldn't manage to pull my hips back but a few inches before her cunt sucked me in again, slapping my hips into hers, sending a ripple down her ass and ejecting a moan or a 'fuck~' from her lips.
I closed my eyes, breath hissing in deep gasps as I fucked her little cunt almost involuntarily. Suddenly, there was a presence at my back; hands on my shoulders, I felt the warmth of my big sister's breasts pressing on my shoulderblades, the burning, pulsing heat of her cock rubbed along my spine teasingly from behind. The trickle of her breath down my ear was hot and tingly, and sent a chill down my back, 'nnhhh~' I couldn't keep myself from moaning.
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Darkness at the End of the Tunnel (slash, loli & we'll see where Random Evername 13/12/01(Sun)19:37 No. 20360 ID: 0beccd [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

This is my first attempt at starting a story on here. I've tried a few things on Fiction Press, but not quite this depraved. I'm inspired by some of the examples here (especially Roommates), so I thought I would give it a try. I don't pretend this is that good. I'm not even sure that I'm posting this right.

Chapter 1

I turn to move past Hayley McSween in the hallway connecting the kitchen to the dishwasher in the restaurant serving St. Edmund’s Country Club. With a hand on my chest, she lightly pushes me into the door for the stockroom. “Can you close for me tonight? I want to go to the mall with from friends.” Her fingers trace from my chest to my belt buckle suggesting a possible compensation for my sacrifice.

I am Kyler … Kyler Jakubowski. At nineteen years old, I scrape, borrow, and force my way through my sophomore year in bio-premed at Stony Brook University on Long Island. Straight A’s so far – lookin’ good. It may be mercenary, but I will do just about anything to endure this crucible for that glimpse of wealth I see at the other end.

I live in a cramped, non-air-conditioned attic apartment of an ancient home that I rent from some old couple – Mr. and Mrs. Watson. With its back staircase access, I never have to see them, if I don’t want to. They’re okay, though – always waving to me and baking me stuff. Back in the day, the house was an old whaling captain’s home, so I have access to a little glass room above the attic. His wife could watch for his ship to return. No lie – it’s called a belvedere.

My college is on Long Island, but my savings account is strictly Schenectady. It was a lot easier to afford the $300 monthly rent before my roommate, Freddie Steffanaur, was expelled for copying an entire term paper, verbatim, from an internet site – for the third time. What a fuckin’ jackass.

Which is why, when Hailey McSween asks me to close for her at work -- I’m tempted to say, “Yes” without delay. I can use the extra hours, even though I have a shitload of homework – I can fake it through Statistics, but Orgo is getting pretty tough. I’m lying -- even though Hailey’s only sixteen, she is smoking hot with reputation to spare. I’m always happy to do her a favor … just in case it could lead to something.

Ah shit, who am I kidding? That’s just living out one of my masturbation fantasies. With a healthy allowance, she doesn’t need the job, but her parents think it builds character. I’m glad I enjoyed a few seconds of that delirium before answering because she reaches down and traces my stiffness from the outside with just one finger, and it drives me senseless, “I can make it worth your while.”
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Anonymous 15/12/12(Sat)13:42 No. 24032 ID: efe040

I'm bumping this up, JIC. Whilst I'm at it, I hope you're feeling better Random. Are you able to give us an update? We can be patient, but it's nice to know where we're at .


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Anonymous 16/01/03(Sun)07:52 No. 24068 ID: 735cd1

>>23410
Just want to let you know that I'm a fan of both, and I think you're a great writer.


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Anonymous 16/07/25(Mon)04:31 No. 24489 ID: 938ee9

Random Evername - I hope you're getting some respite from your symptoms. Just checking in. I'm surprised more people aren't doing the same - who knows, perhaps they are but just not commenting, as I don't most of the time. On this occasion I thought I'd send a note to you, just in case you look in every now and again.

You mentioned previously that you wanted to concentrate on your novel 'Celia', so 2 questions really:

(1) Is 'Celia' on line and available? Sorry if you've already posted details, but if not do you mind letting us know how/where we can See

(2) Do you have a feeling as to how long we may have to wait to see your continuation of this (excellent) story?




Summer Camp FapArtist 13/10/12(Sat)23:56 No. 19908 ID: 2c8403 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Alright guys, I'm gonna try to finish this one. Its picked up better than the other two I tried to start writing, but its still going to take me a while to really get it moving. As always, I greatly appreciate feedback. Also, this is just an intro chapter, so there's only some light nudity and brief description, if you want more, let me know what you wanna see and I'll see if it fits.

(Loli, solo, group, mild exhib, etc.)


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LILLY

The bus slowly rolled to a stop as children shuffled and I rushed to the door of the bus. The driver half-heartedly said to wait until the bus came to a complete halt, but the door was open before her sentence was finished. Within seconds, I bolted from the bus to my house, slamming the door shut and dropping my backpack as I ran to my room. Without missing a beat, I began to change into a swimsuit. My blue jeans and bright orange shirt from the day at school were carelessly thrown to the floor, followed by my panties. I threw the closet door open and began digging through my clothes for the right match of top and bottom. After a couple of frantic minutes digging naked through the closet, I matched a white bikini top with red strings to its bottom counterpart (featuring a strawberry on the back.) As soon as I had the bottom on and the top tied, I rushed outside to the swimming pool, diving straight into the deep end and lazily floating to the surface. There's no better way to start my summer vacation.

I had been floating around for nearly half an hour as I enjoyed the cool water on my skin. It had been so hot lately and school only made it worse. For the past nine months, I'd been getting home and going straight to my room for homework and studying. My parents would probably have me doing something boring all summer, but I was going to do my best to enjoy the three months before I had to go back. Last summer I had to take piano lessons and dance classes, which took four days of each week. I couldn't make plans to go anywhere, either, because I couldn't miss any practices or recitals. Luckily, they missed the sign-up dates for piano lessons this year and dance classes would be full soon, too. Of course, that just meant that they had other plans for me; They never missed anything by accident. I grabbed a purple chair float and climbed into it, deciding to soak up some sun and rest. Swimming wore me out so fast, I was almost asleep as soon as I managed to get into the chair without it flipping over.

A while after I fell asleep in the pool, my parents got home. I didn't hear them until they came outside to check on me. They talked to me for a little bit before telling me to get out of the pool and into the shower while they prepared dinner. I managed to float to the steps in the shallow end and, thanks to the warmth of the sun, only have to Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/07/12(Tue)05:12 No. 24427 ID: c7337e

far as i'm concerned this is in the top 6 or 8 stories on this board. if it scrolls off i won't get to read it again.
SOMETIMES op comes back after seeing interest. bump as you will, keep good stories from scrolling off and maybe,just maybe, we'll get another chapter. ignore the fucktard naysayers.


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Anonymous 16/07/22(Fri)23:56 No. 24482 ID: df44d6

>>22038
I guess I might be the youngest person here


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Anonymous 16/07/22(Fri)23:57 No. 24483 ID: df44d6

Awesome




The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/04/09(Sat)09:38 No. 24187 ID: aae5c7

Nice, looking forward to the next update


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Anonymous 16/06/01(Wed)16:23 No. 24300 ID: 02ba84

Tag your shit


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Anonymous 16/07/18(Mon)12:15 No. 24458 ID: e935d4

any updates coming for this or dead?




Swap, Set, Match EC 16/07/14(Thu)07:41 No. 24430 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

Before you read: I'm not sure of the policy on this, so feel free to just enjoy the story and move along...

As an author on Smashwords, I need some help. I'm very critical of my own writing and my greatest desire is to deliver the best end product I can, but I could never bring myself to share my stories outside of the Anonymous venue of the internet. I need an editor but i can only offer free copies of my stories as payment.

The story I'm posting is free and I can post a link to my profile, but I don't want to make it sound like i'm schilling for my paid stories. They're all gender swap. I just want someone other than me to give me critical feedback and/or edit if they enjoy such things. You can criticize this story as well, and it would still be appreciated, I just can't post my paid work here. It feels wrong to ask, but i don't know where else to turn and this site has always been good to me :)

TL;DR - Read the story, if you like it and enjoy it, i can give you more in exchange for criticism and/or editing
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Tags: MF,TG

Swap, Set, Match


I couldn't help grumbling to myself as I turned off the highway in my '98 Civic. The problem that had been gnawing away at my psyche for the last 2 months had now reached a point where inaction was simply impossible. I felt betrayed, angry and very much at my wit’s end. I was going to find out for certain if my wife was cheating on me, whatever that took.
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Anonymous 16/07/15(Fri)20:46 No. 24442 ID: 5cd996

Also the first 20% of every story is available for download for free, so you can see if it's your cup of tea.


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Anonymous 16/07/17(Sun)06:01 No. 24449 ID: 882c1d

hi Emily! loved the story, never actually bothered to read a gender-bender story before. how would I go about getting a free copy of your stories? I'd be thrilled to offer some constructive criticism if you're still looking for a friendly editor


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Anonymous 16/07/17(Sun)17:53 No. 24455 ID: 5cd996

Sure, email me a detailed review and/or edited copy of this story and I'll send you another!




Control (m/f, Underage, Non-Consensual) styxarcher 16/07/15(Fri)07:21 No. 24438 ID: c49a09 [Reply]

The first draft of my first story. Please post constructive criticism.

A fair warning to all readers, this story involves people who are underage, you are under no obligation to read further. As well this is a setup chapter so there is not as much sex as I would like.

My name is James; I am in grade 7 living in a large city in a nice neighborhood. I have dark brown hair and sky blue eyes. I am only 5 feet tall, with a slim build; I don’t exercise much outside gym class. It all started when I was twelve. I woke up one morning and knew something was different. However it was also just another day that I needed to go to school. So after getting dressed I went down stairs for some breakfast, I had the usual, Honey Cheerios, and also as usual I inhaled 2 bowls of it. Saying good bye to my mom and dad I started walking my way to school.

On my way there I stopped as Alora’s house. She’s my best and really only friend I have at school, so I always go out of my way to keep her happy. She has black hair that comes down to her waist and is only four and half feet tall, very brown eyes, and with dusky skin she is one of the many non-white kids we have in our class. She always spends a lot of time on her hair, light makeup, and perfume. She has become more private of late, and I have noticed her boobs are starting to grow; as well she has been having parties at her house since her parents are often at their new cabin.

I knock on her door and smile to myself. She is the bright spot in my morning.

I yell “Time to go. We’re going to be late!”

Finally she opens the door and quickly closes it behind her, but not before I see the mess she left.

“Shut up nob, were not going to be late.” She responds with a mischievous grin.
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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/07/17(Sun)05:58 No. 24448 ID: 882c1d

hey styxarcher. decent story, I'd love to help with some constructive criticism. shoot me an email, you can click on the name on this comment




Recommendations Thread Anonymous 16/07/07(Thu)23:44 No. 24415 ID: 98fd99 [Reply]

Because I think we could use one where we share links and summaries to our favorite stories on or off this board.




The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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.


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Anonymous 15/11/03(Tue)09:48 No. 23944 ID: 0c67f5

>>23568
praise be to op!
a reply as recent as 5 months ago
sorry to hear about job :(


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Anonymous 16/01/15(Fri)17:28 No. 24081 ID: 8fe410

Will there be life?


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Anonymous 16/07/04(Mon)03:00 No. 24407 ID: e7ac10

>>23568
Uninvited, are you alive, bro?




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