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The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:35 No. 22104 ID: 38dda6

That's alright, OP. We thought your story was pretty shit too. Goodbye very friends indeed.

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:38 No. 22105 ID: e50e74

Aww, this story was my favourite. I'd say don't worry about posting different chapter lengths occasionally, I think just about everyone in here would be delighted with any content at all. I really enjoyed your style of storytelling and I hope your future stories will be just as good as this one.

Impressed 14/07/22(Tue)17:20 No. 22108 ID: 6b9027


I read the whole thing in one shot last night, and it was sincerely captivating. I was upset to find little actual acts of sin, but I left this feeling a sense of sweetness. It was a story based on the darker side of lust for sure, but ultimately it was a well written, endearing story about affection.
Even if you don't continue writing this particular story, I hope you keep writing in general. -- 8.5/10

Old Fic Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:48 No. 22092 ID: 6b9027 [Reply]

Years ago I remember reading a story that spanned a bunch of chapters. It was like the journal entries of a Scientist who gathered a bunch of different women for sexual experiments.
There was a futa, a woman with huge breasts and crazy lubrication, a mother and daughter duo, and a few others I think.
Been looking for this for many moons lol. Any help appreciated.

Hunter 14/07/18(Fri)22:50 No. 22093 ID: 6b9027

Fuck, just seen the first sticky. How do I delete this thread ?

Little Rich Boy - Ep. 1 (M/b) Steve1981 12/05/13(Sun)10:43 No. 16142 ID: 7bb512 [Reply]

I was once mistaken for a male prostitute on my way home from the gym and it kind of changed

my life. OK, I guess I looked the part and the gym was in a pretty sleazy part of town so I

shouldn't have been so surprised.

I had been trying to hail a cab without any luck and was leaning on a lamp post looking

dejected when the stretch limo pulled up, almost silently. The man at the wheel, who looked

quite a lot older than God, wound down the window and croaked at me.
"Looking for business?"

I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost when he jerked his thumb over his shoulder,

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Anonymous 13/06/21(Fri)01:56 No. 19230 ID: 853ba3

Bump for next chapter please

Lickit 13/10/23(Wed)17:47 No. 19983 ID: 49e734

OMG, I like this one. Too bad it doesn't continue.

Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)14:52 No. 22091 ID: 5cd61f

"near-miss" ,D

that's right, oh boy

he was in there to win here

Stupid sexy shoggoths Pervert of Words 14/07/07(Mon)15:26 No. 22048 ID: cd1ff8 [Reply]

-Male, tentacles, sloppy shoggoth sex. Hoping to get reviews to encourage me to write more and better. Title is WIP and a Simpsons reference. Will add more shoggoths and crazy lovecraft shit if I can be bothered.-

I may have, accidentally, maybe, perhaps, put the world at risk. Possibly. Before I explain how, and why, I need to tell you about me and what I’ve been doing.

For a few years now, I’ve been dabbling in the occult. It began by reading certain stories which I assumed were entirely fictitious, and googling their contents. One link lead to another, and I eventually found a small community of people who not only believed that certain stories were true (to a point), but who could prove it. While most of what I now know to be true is irrelevant to what I’m writing, there is one truth that I must reveal: Humans were not the first sentient beings to live on the earth. At least one other species prospered before us, and while they are all long gone, we know about them. We know, and this is important, that they had servants called “shoggoths”. I’m unsure whether or not the shoggoths were created, found, summoned or bred by these elder beings, and it doesn’t really matter. Regardless, I was taught, in the previously-mentioned community, how to find and bind a shoggoth. A shoggoth, by the way, is essentially a sort of large slug.

Well, I dared to try it out. By means which I shan’t disclose, I tracked down a shoggoth. I bound it to me, to my service, I made it my slave. And then I fucked up; I got horny.

Most people are familiar with the “befores”; the lust-fueled fucking-up of priorities, the abandonment of caution and the complete disregard for consequences in the name of getting an orgasm. This drive is what led me to fuck a shoggoth, and I will, in graphic detail, give my account of what it’s like, of what happened, and why I may have fucked over the world.

The shoggoth was mine. I had it bound to me. I could instruct it to do anything, and it would do it, no complaints, no resistance. I felt no malice from it, no hostility. It had no desire of its own, no will; it was a living tool. I had it dig out a hole in the backyard, wherein I had it create a chamber in which I would keep it. I build a small shack over it, to hide the hole.

The shoggoth required neither food nor water. I would leave it in its chamber, go to work, and when I’d come back, it lay where I left it. Eventually, I got bored of it. I used it to do housework, which it did excellently, but I had no further use for it.
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Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)00:47 No. 22059 ID: b9642d

bumping for interest.

Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)20:11 No. 22078 ID: 27e892

Please do continue, you've intrigued me with this start.

R.I.P. Anonymous 14/07/18(Fri)08:47 No. 22088 ID: 1c28c8

Sorry OP, but I can't. "I just can't even" like a white girl. That title killed my boner.

A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!

A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]

Chapter 1: Man Up

“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 14/03/03(Mon)11:42 No. 21285 ID: 6ef6c8

Well I'm glad I bumped this when I did and got your attention. Thanks for the chapter, glad you're still alive. Hope all your problems have been resolved and that you're living more stably.

Gamer 14/03/10(Mon)10:02 No. 21332 ID: f30f4a

Oh, things are as awful as ever. Heh, well, not exactly. I suppose I can't complain too much; I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back, wheels on my car, and while I can't say I have any savings, I'm not broke or going hungry. I'm just not at a place in my life that I'd like to be at.

That's likely going to be my biggest excuse for such a long wait. I haven't progressed anywhere in my life, and I've tried resolving every issue at once and in the end nothing gets solved. Henceforth, no progress on anything. Including my story.

I am very glad you enjoyed it, though, and once yet ANOTHER PC issue gets resolved (this time being my vid card), I'll get another chapter up. I'm already working on it, as well, so no more three year waits.

Anonymous 14/07/15(Tue)15:39 No. 22077 ID: c91a45

Holy crap, this story's been updated since I checked last! Awesome!

Sick (TG, m>f,mf,mmf) TG Wave 14/06/04(Wed)21:24 No. 21894 ID: b15d46 [Reply]

~Sadly, this one is unfinished and I'm not sure where to take it. So this time, I'm looking for feedback and ideas!

For the august personage of Charlie Milton, having always been a less than courageous man who feared sickness above all, the coming of the Plague had been hard. A hypochondriac who worked from home, Charlie had cut off all ties with the outside world at the first rumors of the sickness that had ravaged the Earth. His plan had been simple, he’d only hide out until either they found a cure or developed an inoculation. He possessed the means to remain isolated indefinitely, taking every precaution imaginable, his plan possessing only one flaw, he had gotten sick!

Flu like symptoms had begun two days ago and Charlie was racked with anticipation, day three was here and he would discover whether he had the flu or something much, much worse. He glanced down at his hands nervously, the first symptoms of the plague usually started there after three days, but his hands were unchanged. He should tried to sigh in relief but was instead assaulted by a vicious sneeze, which covered his hand in mucous. Charlie rose from his favorite arm chair and moved in to the bathroom, washing his hands thoroughly with the most antiseptic hand wash available, as if it mattered.

He studied himself in the mirror, inspecting and scrutinizing every inch of his plain, unremarkable face for signs (he’d heard that the first changes were subtle). Nothing had changed and he tried to calm his nerves. He was short, with narrow features and a receding hairline that was neatly trimmed. His frame was gaunt, but a bit of a belly had begun to develop from a year’s experience of being a miserable shut in. Other than the droopy eyelids from lack of sleep and red nose from tissues, nothing had changed he told himself, but it was another 5 minutes before he could stop checking and double checking. “I’ll go watch TV, that will take my mind off this miserable flu,” he said aloud to himself.

Charlie collapsed back into his armchair and turned on the TV. Unfortunately, it seemed he would be unable to forget his sickness today; every channel was carrying the same story. A pretty, dark haired newswoman was dispassionately describing the latest details of The Trial. “The prosecution today presented evidence in the form of the defendant’s journal. Details have been leaked to NBC 13 concerning the content of the diary submitted for testimony, for more we’ll go to our on-the-spot reporter Albert Gimenez.”

The screen changed to show the outside of a courthouse, surrounded with people. A blonde woman in a neat pantsuit holding a microphone was standing off to one side and began to speak, “Thanks Maria. Although of course the trial is closed to the public, details have emerged from the personal journal of the accused, recounting the means of producing a gender bending substance, with notes descr Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/06/05(Thu)01:42 No. 21898 ID: 04d16f

i liked it. i would change the father son things though, you have enough kinky shit with out the implied father son ball rubbing going on. make the snatchers a street gang that is using "snatching" to gain money and influence in the under world.

Anonymous 14/07/06(Sun)22:31 No. 22045 ID: f2d560

I definitely liked it. One logical place you could take it would obviously be with his trying to fight off the suggestions when the men are not around, and how lingering the suggestions are. Like after being given a suggestion, does it stick for good or does it wear off as time goes on?

You could also very easily go into a harem kind of scenario where (s)he will find herself having to not only deal with now being female but possible among other females who have been in this situation a lot longer and there is a hierarchy among the changed women. So she has to find a way to deal with those who are already established as well as the new girls who will/will not hold animosity towards her.

You could also go into a scenario where even though they are suggestable they still need to be "broken" over time. And so you could go into a bondage and/or mental control training kind of scenario. Where they try and break her and teach her what she needs for her new life and she tries to resist. That role could be almost anything if you want to add another fetish.

Or as the other person suggested its more of a profit thing. Where again they can either be trained or auctioned off. If auctioned that again opens up the whole situation to whatever fetish you might decide. She could end up being sold to a Lesbian who wants a new toy, to a dog breeder who wants to make sure his studs have a outlet for release, to a rich household to be trained as a maid with other special duties, etc.

You could also throw something in the mix where somehow the virus affects her slightly differently than most people (more or less suggestible perhaps), or maybe the bug that affected her mutates in some way that makes her form less stable, and so how she looks can change based on the preferences of her "owner".

Guardian FlatulentSpliff 14/02/19(Wed)10:00 No. 21171 ID: d5b724 [Reply]

Hi everyone, this is the first time I'm uploading an elit I've written, and also the first time I'm publicly posting an english-written story. Please understand english is my second language, and although I try to be thorough when it comes to grammar and punctuation. I am also writting all of this on a phone (thankfully one with a physical keyboard), which doesn't really help, but I hope it's readable quality.

This story will eventually contain: M/g, M/f, M/F, F/g, f/g, (possibly F/b) mast, oral, anal, and maybe some more extreme tags, though probably not with the girl.

It is a slow, romantic story, definetely not for a quick fap (if you want one of those, may I recommend Phil Phantom or one of AnonyMPC's or Nicholas Fellheimer's tributes?), and won't have much sex for the first few chapters. Personally I like the tension and buildup of slower stories, and will try to accomplish that.

I ask for your imput and constructive criticism. If you have any suggestions, I'll also be happy to read those. Also any corrections to my grammar, punctuation, or false facts I've mentioned would be welcome.

Guardian, by FlatulentSpliff
Hope you enjoy.

(I realize I probably don't have to say this on this board, but hopefully it will keep some of the flaming idiots away.)
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events and story plots are product of my imagination. I do NOT endorse the sexual acts here described, it is a fantasy. I don't want to know anything about any experiences you might've had that resemble this story. This story is not real, if it were, it would be considered child abuse in most countries, consenting or not.
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Too many Infected Mushrooms FlatulentSpliff 14/04/18(Fri)10:35 No. 21569 ID: 763fd6

<Okay, apparently I don't know how to be brief, so before you get your hopes up with this long post, this is not a story update, it's a long, drug-induced ramble>

Hey guys, just a small update on WTF have I been doing, apologies, excuses and explanation. So, having a loli-centered story is apparently not the same thing I have in common with other writers on this board, since apparently I also disappear without an explanation for months, something I had hoped I'd never do.

First of all, thanks for the encouragement, this story is special and sentimental for me. It's my first venture into erotica, and I am still frightened I'll screw it at some point, but I'll finish this, that I swear, since, as I said, it's a very important story for me, personally. Of course, other writers have said so before, so there's no reason for you to beleive me.

Second: Why the fuck haven't I updated the story? I can give you a bunch of excuses and they'd all be true, my phone broke, I still don't have a computer, my health has been shit, I just started school, blah blah blah. The two real reasons are these, and the first one is actually good news for me. There's a chance I'll have a some short stories I wrote published, so the last couple of weeks I've been focusing all my writing time (when I can borrow a PC for a few hours) on polishing said stories, and hopefully get paid something for them and buy myself a computer.

The second reason, and this one is the real one (that before was just boasting haha), I broke up with my gf (OK, technically she dumped me), and (until recently) been in a fucking weird spiral of getting drunk, fucked up, or just not even getting out of bed. I believe this is a mini-depression, and if I wrote anything in this story it would've been Fran raping Lucy or some shit like that, and that's definitely not where I want to take this story, so I thought it best to leave the story on standby until my romantic side came back. I fall in love easily, so hopefully I'll continue this soon. I do have some of the next chapter that I wrote until the break-up, but it's still not in a readable state.

So, in summing up or TL;DR, been depressed, story not abandoned, just on personal hiatus.

Also, even though I appreciate the sentiment, please don't bump this post until I start adding more to the story. There are great writers around here, and I'm sure their stories deserve to be seen more than mine while it's not updated.

PS: After re-reading this, it sounds like I'm a creep and this story is special to me because it happened or something, I think this doesn't need to be said, and it's probably my pot-induced paranoia, but I've never, and would never do anything sexual with a kid, my personal rule is my age divided by two, plus 6, right no Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

All kinds of sluts in here FlatulentSpliff 14/04/20(Sun)15:25 No. 21583 ID: a0de1a

What a misleading title. Anyway, as previously said, I'm a love-slut, and that means I'm back to writing. The previous post I actually wrote more than a week ago, but couldn't manage to post it till yesterday. I've been editing what I had previously written, and guess what? It was a fly covered pile of constipated rhino shit. So I had to delete a big chunk and edit the rest, and I'm not sure it's much of an improvement, but I'm trying my best. I have no clue how much more time it's going to take, so I'm not gonna give a deadline, but I'll try to work on it at least one hour a day. That much I can do without feeling pressured.

Also, you can expect Sus to be appearing much more, since she's greatly inspired by the person that made me want to keep with the story. Don't worry, Lucy is still the star. But unless I decide to kill Sus (which I might) or make a spin-off about her (which I probably won't), she'll be a regular cast. Hopefully I'll say the character's real name and stop with the stupid "Sus" (and her name's not Susana).

Also, is there a code to use cursiva? Cause that would make the internal dialogues much more understandable.

Another random thought: while rereading the previous chapters, I realised I have a lot of stupid spelling errors. I'm still writing on my phone, so this will probably keep happening (I didn't get paid for my stories T_T).

And yes, I realise I just bumped this post with random shit after asking you not to do it. As usual, my excuse is: I'm high. If you want to understand my mindset, search on YouTube for "Afroman - cause I got high"

Toodles, see ya soon, hopefully.

Anonymous 14/07/03(Thu)18:25 No. 22029 ID: ee6c13


Cruel Interrogation of a Female a Prisoner - who wants to finish this? Alfred B Junk 14/06/29(Sun)11:01 No. 21999 ID: 9d853c [Reply]

Hello to all erotic authors here,
here is the opening scene to an interrogation story.
Who would like to finish this?

Check out the fantasy victim for added inspiration http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/2591772/fake_my_wife_039_s_pics_to_illustrate_your_fantasy_soft_or_hard.html and the tools that might be used on her during the interrogation http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/3017419/the_interrogation_toolbox_aka_fantasy_fodder.html

Your wife is taken to a prison for interrogation but she needs to be softened up first. The prison holds men who have raped and murdered women, so I have your wife taken to their wing. The cells have bars fronting them and your beautiful wife is paraded up and down in front of the caged men who call out obscenities and wave their cocks at her, she is made to strip off a piece of her clothing as she is forced to walk up and down the cells, this drives the men into a frenzy. Soon she is naked and the guards tie a rope around her neck and make her crawl on her knees to each cell where she is made to suck the mens cocks through the bars, and the guards have whips that they use to make her comply.
The men are going wild and as she sucks them, they grab her hair almost ripping it out and the guards have to drag her by the rope around her neck to the next man.

Your wife is now lying on the floor, sobbing, she realizes that she has been left alone in front of the cells, the men still in a frenzy. Suddenly, to her horror, she sees the doors of all the cells sliding open and with a huge cheer the men rush out and grab your wife. She is thrown over the big table at the end of the corridor and they take turns holding her down while she is brutally raped, they throw her face down to rape her ass, then turn her over to fuck her cunt, backwards and forwards they throw her, depending what each man wants, they slap and punch her and spit on her calling her a filthy whore.

For nearly an hour she is raped and beaten until the armed guards return and order the men back into their cells. Your wife lies on the floor whimpering, scratched, bruised and bleeding.

They pick her up and take her outside to the courtyard where she is thrown onto the concrete, a man dressed in overalls then uses a high pressure hose to clean her up, the jet so powerful that she is blasted around on the concrete.

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Tommy - A Sexual Fantasy (Shota), Book 1, Awakening Neighbor!nbyBAFgJZ2 14/05/11(Sun)17:24 No. 21722 ID: d8c23c [Reply]

I’d been writing this story for a number of months before I discovered 7chan, and after reading a lot of wonderful stuff there, thought I might start posting my story.

Now, do bear with me fellas. Compared to most of the master writers on elit, my writing will probably be considered amateurish. I don’t necessarily try to develop characters. I just try to describe having incredible sex with young boys, and, perhaps, dwell on exhaustive sexual detail more than most of you want?, and which is very repetitive since I would do similar things as frequently as possible.

This should not be a quick read, if you want to enjoy it, but one where you sit back and visualize what is happening, and think about yourself with your penises in the positions described.

Anyway, I’ll start posting a chapter or two a week, as demand requires. I’ve got what amounts to two “Books” in the can with one more on the way, so I have quite a few chapters, some pretty long, to contribute. Might break some into parts. If at anytime you guys consider the material too mundane, just let me know and I’ll stop posting.

I just gotta tell ya, I have a lot of fun writing this and visualizing myself plunging in and out of the boy(s) every orifice, and hope the story gets you there too. And, remember, it’s a fantasy, and not something that you might actually encounter in real life.

Chapter 1: The New Neighbors

You could hardly have asked for better new neighbors.

As it was I lived on a street my side of which the properties backed-up onto a woods so I only had neighbors on either side. The one side was an older woman who never came out of her house and my property was sided by a fair screen of trees and ground layer of shrubs, giving me relatively perfect privacy. This served to feed my penchant for living without clothes during the summer, fully enjoying the freedom of being naked outside, lounging in the sun, getting a total tan and being totally shaved to make the tanning all the better. Plus feeding my fantasies by watching young gay twink porn on my computer inside or reading gay erotica outside on the lounge pretty much left me out of control during that time of the year, keeping my penis as hard as possible for as long as possible with the dare that someone peeking through the foliage screen might see it, especially when I squeezed off a squirt on the porch or in the yard.
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Anonymous 14/06/12(Thu)08:43 No. 21931 ID: 46316b

Who are you talking to?

Anonymous 14/06/14(Sat)12:08 No. 21941 ID: 3efba5

did like 5 chapters of this get removed?

Anonymous 14/06/28(Sat)09:38 No. 21997 ID: 3efba5

this is fantastic please keep writing

The Gemstone Harem: Beginnings IE 13/07/17(Wed)19:12 No. 19395 ID: d3390e [Reply]

i used to RP this scenario. as i've had the urge to compose lately, i figured it's worth creating a backstory for it. i guess tags are courteous, even though there isn't much in the way of eroticism at this point; perhaps my second post will dive deep into that.

Scene: Arabian
Labels: sensuality, realism, loose plot, 3rd person
Kinks: loli/ shota, hetero/ homo, virginity, top/ bottom roles, domination, mild rape, commands, 1 on 1, multiple partners, voyeurism, toys.

~In ancient times, before nations divided the lands, when people were fit to travel endlessly and never call a single place home, the sanded slopes of Northern Africa saw much of this traffic. Nomads hiked east towards the lush Nile, westward to the Atlantic coast; sailors shipwrecked from Mediterranean storms found a scorching environment as their inevitable burial ground. But to those accustomed to the desert's particularly way of life, there were many secrets to be found, treasures to behold, and fortunes to be changed.
~Every so often, the harshest sandstorms would carve through valleys to unearth the rocky terrain beneath. It is in these places the first wells were dug; and where springs were founded campgrounds were settled soonafter. Passers-by would stop for refreshment, which was not free by any means. An economy was built around the most valuable natural resource, and soon merchants from all around flocked to these oases. For, travelers came from many exotic places, trading whatever they could part with for cool groundwater. Such business would eventually attract thieves, and the luckiest victims of crimes would sell themselves into slavery simply to survive.
~Like clockwork, each new settlement would follow the same path, 'til slave-trading became a business of its own. Caravans moved animals, men, spices, lumber, and cloth from one oasis to the next, collecting and trading to the greatest benefit of each head merchant. The most profitable of these men were well-versed in the ways of desert life, enough to ensure the health of all valuable members of his party, to be able to thwart theft and defend against marauders, and to effectively swindle other merchants out of their best offers.

~Legend tells of one such caravan-driver whose wealth attracted the attention of truly despicable men, a fearful clan of mercenaries led with the intention of utter destruction and pillage. The markets were cornered, business was in the favor of the highest bidder, and as the caravan entered a bustling town the time was ripe to bring an end to that top-merchant's reign. A powerful desert storm was building in the west, and with sandstone cliffs to the south and steep dunes to the east and north, the marauders began their march towards the caravan's final resting place.
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Anonymous 14/02/01(Sat)04:10 No. 20999 ID: 767933

Holy shit this is good stuff!

Reminiscences IE 14/02/19(Wed)19:08 No. 21177 ID: d3390e

i hope this was worth the wait. i tried to get it out for Valentine's, but at the same time i didn't want to force it. i think it's a nice little aside before i explore the next Gem.

heh, i'll bow to that

Labels: flashbacks, character development
Kinks: loli, hetero, virginity

~"You came."
~The accusation from her discerning Mistress could not be denied, but the eleven-year-old stole a moment to defend herself. "They told me to do as I pleased--"
~"And I taught you to restrain yourself. You must remain level-headed around men. What do you think would happen if a one of them knew what you'd done? All your training would be for naught, your reputation ruined before it begins." Her scrutiny was unrelenting, almost worrisome if not for the fact that Jahi's men were truly of a dense breed.
~Aqua sat kneeling upon the cold floor, and now collapsed her form over herself in subjection to the woman. "Forgive me, Milady." Her guilt was settled. "My duty is to perform. What is it that you ask of me?"
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Green with Envy IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/06/27(Fri)23:41 No. 21992 ID: 4ed8c3


Labels: teaser, plot building

~Jahi had long since moved the caravan out, and the oasis was now but a glimmer upon the horizon. He considered that they had made good progress in the heat of the day, due perhaps to his decision to travel so lightly. He had brought with him three of his camels, no other beasts. Not even an oxcart was among his burden, for the purpose of this outing was to find slaves, not to sell potions. Though some lesser wares had been packed away in the saddlebags, the majority of his assets were measured in coin.
~'Twas a business angle his Partner had never trusted, to deal solely in currency. Its value was too versatile, and it attracted too many thieving eyes. Bartering cargo had proven itself a much safer transaction, but as much as his heed for the Mistress's advice, it was just that: an opinion. The caravan's troop was prepared to defend it, whatever the adversary; but if Jahi's masterful plan were to unfold smoothly, then they would find only allies on their journey.

~Servants worked furiously within The Room of Preparation, running fabric and taking measurements from Peridot who stood solemn and still as a mannequin for them, and they stitched and sewed according to the unique specifications that their Lady had requested. By an hour's time, the four had settled its form and began tempering the material into comfortable wear, hemming in the cuffs of ankles and softening the waistband's trim. An hour more and the Mistress ascended from her dungeon duties to judge the progress of the garb.
~Peridot modeled the fine leggings and the company of seamstresses looked on with nods of delight as they inspected both their craftsmanship and the approval of their headmistress. "Very good, as usual, ladies," she told them, admiring the work that time and time again brought her ideas to life. She was especially glad of how well the trousers held themselves together, as they were lacking an obvious element of support; yet no doubt this sort of wardrobe for the girl would dictate the extent of her abilities, the only purpose she would serve at all. Indeed, she envisioned similar outerwear for Emerald, as neither had the figure for dancing. One of the servants strode to the table's edge where the hourglass stood and reset its cascade of sand, marking a mental note for all that the eleventh hour was now upon them.
~The Mistress brought her eyes upon the girl's round face and uttered a few words to her. "Your final hour has come, my dear, and there is still much to be done. Undress," she commanded, then turned to one of the servants. "Prepare a vat of mint for this one, and be quick about it. Prime it to soak a quarter hour. We need Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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