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Window Dressings Anonymous 15/07/23(Thu)08:08 No. 23760 ID: d4d7a3 [Reply]

I had known Shannon for nearly her entire life. Her parents moved into the house next door when I was beginning middle school; she was just barely a toddler at the time. My family was the neighborly type, so we had dinner parties with Shannon and her parents rather frequently. As a kid, I'd play with her and try to entertain her with silly stunts for her amusement. I'd say we developed a pretty strong bond early on. Being that we were both only childs, we had a quasi brother-sister relationship. When she had turned five, for her birthday, her parents paid me to build her a playhouse in their backyard. At her party, when I finally unveiled the little pink house I'd spent many an afternoon making for her, she screamed with disarmingly cute, unbridled joy that could only come from a child. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she ran up to hug me with all her might. At that moment, she truly became sister. I realized I loved her, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she loved me, too.

Sadly, over the years we began to slowly drift apart. I was getting too old to keep playing with the little girl next door; I had friends to hang out with, a car to abuse, and ever-increasing responsibilities. Shannon herself began to live her own life as well. She grew into an adorable, charming young girl with so many friends. I still went to her birthday parties but we talked sparingly, and my gifts we never as good as the marvelous playhouse (which was still sitting in her backyard, albeit a little rundown.) The distance between us increased as the years went on. The last vestiges of our once unbreakable bond to each other finally disintegrated as I left for college. I didn't even say goodbye. Whenever I thought about it, I felt a small pang in my heart. I had lost my only sibling to the cruel, unyielding ravages of time.

Before I knew it, four years flew by and I was one of many jobless graduates living back at home with my parents. Shannon was thirteen by now but I hadn't seen her for four years; I realized I really didn't know her anymore. In my mind, she was still the adorable little girl who could effortlessly melt your heart with her charming demeanor. She probably still is, I thought as I updated my LinkedIn account in my upstairs bedroom. It was morning, and my first thoughts as I wake up these days are of my lack of employment. It went without saying that I needed a job. I craved the independent lifestyle I had so caustically led in college. Curious about Shannon, I walked over to my window which faced her house. For a few moments, I gazed around thinking about my memories of my long lost sister. Not much about her house had changed. I spotted the playhouse; it was looking pretty shabby. Specks of dirt crept up the walls and the pink paint was almost completely faded to white from the sun. I let out a shallow sigh and went downstairs to make myself breakfast.

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Anonymous 15/10/06(Tue)02:35 No. 23893 ID: 5492a9

more


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Anonymous 15/10/07(Wed)21:30 No. 23899 ID: d94db9

>>23765
Same. Op disappointing as usual


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Anonymous 15/11/14(Sat)07:30 No. 23983 ID: 99fc00

Damn guys, just chill. OP will deliver, OP just needs to get around to finishing the next batch oddly text for us sick fucks to read. Seriously, we aren't paying for it so it will get here when it gets here. Needless to say, I am eagar to read more.




A Complex Electra Anonymous 15/11/09(Mon)06:48 No. 23975 ID: d24cab [Reply]

A tale of a young girl discovering her sexuality, and the obstacles and challenges along the way.

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Cold Spring, New York sits on the shore of the Hudson River. Barely a square mile in size and with a population of less than two thousand, it's as small town as small towns get on the East Coast. Every Fall, there's an influx of people from New York City who want to watch the leaves change and get away from big city life.

For Jane Clark, it was the most alive the town could be. She looked forward to every time there was that uptick in townie life, where everything finally seemed to move at a proper speed, and not as if in a cloud of thick molasses.

But this year was different. The lull in activity she'd dreaded had seemingly faded at the dawn of her 13th year. At first, she was confused. She began to catalog what could possibly be different now that she'd overlooked before.

'Men...' She concluded to herself late one night, staring up at the patch of bare ceiling as she laid in bed with only a desklamp barely lighting the space. she'd deliberately left that space poster free as the blank surface always had a way of straightening her thinking. Now, it all began to click together. 'They're... Different now. Something about the way they look and move suddenly keeps my attention.' She turned onto her side, biting her thumbnail pensively. "Puberty? Is there really that much of a change?" She tried to parse out particulars to try and settle herself, she was always very neat and organized, so this disorder in thought simply would not do. 'It's not boys my own age, either. They're all the same background noise they were before. It's men, older, taller, more..." She sighed almost wistfully, caught herself doing it, and slapped her hand over her mouth for having made such a ridiculous sound.

Full of anxious energy, she quickly rose to her feet and began to quietly pace around her room. As she was above her parents bedroom, heavy steps could wake them. Still, this was important, she had to wrap her mind around this seemingly instant revelation, and she couldn't do it lying down.

'Maybe...' She began to think. "Maybe being put two grades ahead was a bad idea? The course work is finally challenging but everything, everyone, is just more socially advanced... The teachers expect everyone to keep up and do much less hand holding as a result. It's one of the reasons I wanted to move up, after all."
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Anonymous 15/11/09(Mon)21:47 No. 23976 ID: e38aee

I like this! The details about what Jane is thinking sound very realistic, and I think that's what makes the story work. My only real criticism is that you're a little wordy in some places.


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Shadow 15/11/12(Thu)01:19 No. 23981 ID: d51017

I too, like this story. I'm enjoying the details and the realism of her thoughts and self-discovery. I hope to see more of this story soon!




Molestr (Mg, oral, anal) AnonyMPC 15/10/16(Fri)19:00 No. 23912 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Just a short piece I wrote quickly a few days ago. Went a little younger than I usually do, but mostly because one part of the idea demanded it. Probably not my best but sometimes you have to clear some ideas out when they're interfering with other ones.

Molestr (Mg, oral, anal)

Everyone knows that every new technology will be used for sex, if it possibly can be. Sometimes directly, sometimes as a means to acquire it, and when all else fails, it'll be used to make porn so people can have sex with themselves.

Everyone also knows that the first and most enthusiastic adopters of new technology are the young. They may rely on their parents to actually GET the technology, but if they can get their hands on it, kids'll use it like it was second nature. They call this generation digital natives, and it's pretty accurate... one of my nieces learned to read on a tablet, not a book.

Like everyone else, I knew both of those pieces of common wisdom about technology... what I didn't consider was the intersection point. At least, not until I got caught in between where those two universal truths collided, and my whole world changed forever.

I rarely went anywhere without my smartphone, like most people, but, a little more unusually, I almost never used it as a phone. Instead, I had four main uses for it. I used it to keep track of news, weather and traffic, I used it to play games to pass dead time, I used it to keep up to date on social media accounts, and, in the spirit of that first eternal rule, I sometimes I used it to attempt to get laid, although mostly I told myself I was searching for love.

Mostly, I was, but sometimes, I'd have been satisfied with sex. And I'm not going to lie. Neither goal ever worked that well for me. At all. But then, that wasn't the phone's fault, I just wasn't that good at the social interaction thing in general, much less hooking up with people.

I like to think that I look decent enough to attract a girl, and I can get first dates, but after that... it never quite works out. I've got a certain awkwardness that puts people off when they first meet me... most of my romances have been people from school or work who knew me for a while, but I was out of school and at work there were no suitable options left that weren't either in a relationship or somone I'd already tried and failed to make a connection. And random dates, whether set-up by friends and family or attempted on my own, just hadn't been working out... there's probably something to the idea that desperation was making the problem even worse. But I kept trying, intermittently, when the loneliness or horniness got too intense.
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Anonymous 15/10/27(Tue)14:59 No. 23928 ID: 91b369

Very much enjoyed it. Thanks AnonyMPC. Don't beat yourself up about the quality, a story doesn't have to be perfect, just engaging enough to read. I'm sure some my favourite stories by you wouldn't be considered your best by you or your fanbase. Yet I still found something in them that made them special and you'll never know the next thing in a piece that I find special, all you can do is let us read for ourselves, and maybe we'll let you know ;). I know at least one person who loved your nod to UAB and it even introduced me to the game.


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AnonyMPC 15/11/04(Wed)00:21 No. 23945 ID: ac9150

>>23919
It was already there when you asked this. But yes. :)

>>23920
I doubt it. I'm on pixiv, following Fuchur's posts there, and have commented on a number of them and I've never gotten a "hey I know you!" response, or a reverse-follow, like I have with a couple other artists. Not that I wouldn't be thrilled if there were references in a UAB2 or anything else the team was involved in, I just keep my expectations realistic.

>>23921
>>23918
>>23917
>>23928
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.


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Anonymous 15/11/10(Tue)22:31 No. 23979 ID: dbd5ce

Three thumbs up. Great work. Looking forward to your next installment.




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] [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 15/11/19(Thu)02:52 No. 23999 ID: fac005

>>23849

bump


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where thatguy 16/03/22(Tue)14:09 No. 24156 ID: fa4a4f

where is the rest


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more this 16/06/23(Thu)15:22 No. 24384 ID: 3b712d

Give us more




REQUEST - Revenge Rape Fantasy Anonymous 15/11/08(Sun)01:08 No. 23973 ID: 6ab373 [Reply]

Hello elit: first time I've ever posted to 7chan and I'd like to request a story. If you like revenge plots then you might like this one.

The villian is a female psychopath something like this: http://illimitablemen.com/2014/02/17/lucifers-daughter/

She wrecks the lives of a bunch of men, destroys their reputations, gets them disowned by their families, gets them put in prison, beaten by angry mobs, etc by masterfully playing a victim & making false allegations of abuse and rape.

Our protagonist is her ex husband. He comes home from work early and catches her sleeping with another man. She divorces him, gets the kids, gets him charged with assault & uttering threats, he gets brow-beaten by an ugly cunt of a judge who gives custody of the kids to the other man, he gets sent to jail, forced to write an apology letter. You get the idea: He's utterly delegitimized as a person.

Then he learns that he's just the latest in a string of men who she has fucked over. They come together and hatch a plan for total revenge where she is destroyed in every possible way. Oh, and raped like a cum-dumpster until she loves it.

Think of the movie "I Spit On Your Grave". Well this is the reverse. The rape itself is the revenge.




Pretty (futa on loli, dub-con, interracial) KAX 15/10/13(Tue)16:45 No. 23904 ID: 54e835 [Reply]

Pretty short one, basically just a futa on loli quickie I smashed together to get through writer's block. Enjoy, if you're into this sort of thing.

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My dad thought I needed to be a big sister. My mom thought we needed to save the world. I was lukewarm on both ideas, but no one asked my opinion on either. And that’s how I found myself, a dickgirl at the age of fifteen, with a little sister.
I imagined her as this sweet, shy, innocent girl, maybe four or five years old, with blonde pigtails and a teddy bear she carried with her everywhere she went. The reality was different: Kennedy was about twelve, possessing a stick-skinny frame, brown-skin and an unruly dust-colored afro only rivalled by dark eyes that seemed too big for her head. And she was far from shy, so very far.
The third or fourth night she was living with us, she climbed right the hell into my bed and snuggled up to me under the covers. I’m nobody’s fool and even at thirteen she was old enough to know what was up, so I shoved my hand down the shorts she wore and fingered her through her panties. She barely flinched at my touch but let out the sexiest moans, squirming around my fingers and bringing her thighs together around my hand. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the plain cotton and she pushed her backside against my cock at the same time, rubbing against it while humping my fingers, my nipples poking the back of her head.
I let her go at it, feeling a modest wetness build on her panties while my cock nestled in the cleft of her ass. I was so fucking hard it almost hurt, my pre-seed spilled out all over the small of her back and my pussy was so wet my panties were sticking to me. It was so good that I was halfway there just from the rubbing. The only thing that stopped me was Kennedy taking my hand and moving it under her oversized t-shirt, telling me in no uncertain terms, “Pinch my nipples!”
I obeyed, taking her little nub between my fingers and gently squeezing, only to have her cry out, “Harder! I can’t cum unless it hurts!” And the little semen demon proved it too, grinding hard against my fingers and shaking like a leaf as I took her nipple, gripping it tight and twisting it like a radio dial to draw out her orgasm. I could feel her desire spread out onto the fabric of her panties, the warm spot growing first damp, then tangibly wet against my hand.
“Good girl.”
She nodded her head, coming down slowly off her climax before rolling onto her stomach. If she had thoughts of not finishing what she started, Kennedy had another thing coming and I slid my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then turned over on her back, holding her down with my weight and slapping a hand over her mouth, “You wanna act like a slut? Then I’m gonna treat you like one.”
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KAX 15/10/15(Thu)08:05 No. 23908 ID: 54e835

Not at this moment. I have other stuff posted in various places, but I'm posting here to try out some new stuff in terms of style and content.


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Anonymous 15/10/26(Mon)19:26 No. 23927 ID: e13033

Put more of your stuff here.


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Anonymous 15/10/27(Tue)18:09 No. 23929 ID: f97569

What other anon said




iCity Tales by AnonyMPC (various tags, cyberpunk, violence) AnonyMPC 14/07/30(Wed)22:09 No. 22139 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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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sage sage 15/10/07(Wed)06:37 No. 23897 ID: 735cd1

>>23803
Heh. I don't think that's fair though, I'm guessing that her/his first language isn't English, and s/he isn't exactly proficient in it.


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Anonymous 15/10/07(Wed)17:59 No. 23898 ID: 059a24

>>23897

Somehow I don't think that his drivel would be any more intelligent coming out of the mouth of a Harvard professor.


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Anonymous 15/11/27(Fri)20:10 No. 24014 ID: 38e867

AnonyMPC the asstr captcha system isn't working so i'll tell you here (sorry it's not actually commentary on the work, love it but don't want to spoil and it's sage'd) but danoume's hentaifoundry was hit so the image links for Magic Marker, Tiger by the Tail, and Gauntlet: Karen's Tale no longer work. The only site I've seen with them is exhentai so they're not so easily linkable now.




The Greenvale Fraternity Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:16 No. 22839 ID: 249c7e [Reply]

Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

My name is Jacqueline Madison Gibson or Jax for short, I was raised in a loving family with my older sister Vanessa. My parents have both now passed away but I have always kept in touch with my sister.

I fell in love with a guy when I was 25 years old and we were together for 12 years, we got engaged but never got married. We split up after I found out that he had been having affairs with other women, he left me for a 26 year old who he had been seeing from work.
He also left me in debt and I had to sell our house and my car and other things to cover it.

So at 37 and with nowhere else to go I moved to live with my sister.
Vanessa (Van for short) is 3 years my senior, we are very similar in looks, both of us are about 5 feet 5 inches tall we both have dark brown hair that some times looks black and we both share the same deep brown eye color. We both take after our mother and neither of us has ever been slim, but we are not fat either, we call ourselves curvy lol. At the time I was just over 200 pounds and had been on a diet for what seemed like forever.

Vanessa is married to a really smart guy called Rod who works in scientific research and they have a son Peter (Pete) who is now 15 years old. They own a really nice house just outside of a small town in a nice quiet area.

Moving in wasn’t a problem as their house had a guest room with adjoining bath above the garage, I even had another small room in which I could store what was left of my stuff.

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CUBE 15/01/20(Tue)11:48 No. 23143 ID: 352360

Is there more ?


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TPARM 15/04/04(Sat)23:52 No. 23443 ID: e5b288

Wonder what happened next ?


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Anonymous 15/10/05(Mon)18:33 No. 23889 ID: 15121f

Stopped reading after it looked like it was turning rapey, huge turnoff.
Btw 5'5" and 200lbs is not 'curvy' it's clinically obese, and a gut would be obvious on a woman weighing this much. 90Kg for any metricfags




4 Days on the Road -- by Frequent Traveler 15/09/04(Fri)07:45 No. 23827 ID: e90ee8 [Reply]

This is something that took a bit. Of the 4 days, I will load the first 2 now and the next 2 at a later date. This is story is wishful thinking for me, but for some it may be true, therefore I must preface this story with the disclaimer that any similarities between this story, the people, the location, and the actions with actual real-world events are purely coincidental. (M/f consensual).

Four Days On The Road
Home: As my luck would have it, my job decided to move me across the country. We’ve known about it for a little while and had been planning on our travels across from California to The Heartland. My wife and I spent many days going through the kids’ clothes, toys, and of course… the garage. If there’s anything I have learned about garages, it’s that your cars don’t fit. Especially when you have four kids and they are all spoiled rotten brats. So we had to go through ALL of the boxes to throw away, donate, or sell some items. My wife, my oldest son and I all packed boxes for each room of the house. When it was finally time, I grabbed the rental truck, brought it home and we spent the entire day packing it. That evening, I took our RV to an RV park and got everything set up for the family. I would be making the cross-country trip alone to the storage unit. We hadn’t been able to secure housing for ourselves prior, so a storage unit for a month or so wouldn’t be too bad. Besides, we had an RV, we could live in that for a couple of months until we could buy a house. That evening, after a shower, I was happy to be in a bed. I slept hard.

Road Day 1: We got up, had breakfast, then I grabbed my little duffel bag. We went out to the van to drive to our old house so that I could pick up the rental truck. I hugged and kissed my wife and kids good-bye, got in the truck, and drove off – waving at my family as I left. The first day on the road was going to be rough. I-80 from California to the east becomes a huge expanse of nothing once you pass Reno. I knew this heading out because I had taken that road before while on an RV excursion. Nevada was going to prove to be very hot, very brown, very ugly and very boring. My hope is that both the a/c and the radio would be working. I made it through the winding Interstate highway of Tahoe National Forest and into Reno, NV. The sights and sounds of Reno don’t appeal to me and I kept trucking on. The a/c was working nicely, but the view sucked ass. A couple hours later, I was approaching Winnemucca and noticed I that I was at a quarter tank. Winnemucca would be the last main town until Wendover and I wasn’t looking forward to walking in the desert to a gas station, so I decided to pull in and get some gas. I grabbed some food and filled the tank and got back on the road. Well, it didn’t take but twenty minutes and all of a sudden, I had to use the bathroom. The small town of Valmy was up ahead and there were signs for res Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/09/29(Tue)08:14 No. 23874 ID: 2d87ac

Moar


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Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)01:39 No. 23876 ID: 84aa5c

more, brilliant work


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Anonymous 15/10/01(Thu)23:01 No. 23881 ID: b039ba

Nice work so far




Seduction of the Innocent Pashaimeru 15/08/25(Tue)23:52 No. 23817 ID: 602de1 [Reply]

So after years of reading elit and writing half-finished stories I never fully intended to show anyone, I finally ended up making something that I felt decent enough to post.

I'm kinda inspired to write more stuff similar to this, so I'd appreciate any sort of feedback at all. It'd be nice to actually improve instead of just continuing to write stuff for my own sake. Can't say I'm much of a writer as I am right now.

Anyway, tags: loli, mind control, corruption, transformation, (transgender-ish). Theme is superheroes. Kind of on the lengthier side, so be warned.

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"Such a shame."

Dr Leonard shook his head, looking at the result of his work. The laboratory looked—and smelled—like a disaster. Stench of burning rubber was heavy in the air, black smoke coming from beneath the machine’s sealants. It had taken a year’s worth of research and manufacturing to put it all together; the price of the components had been astronomical and putting it all together had required hundreds of hours of personal work and supervision. Yet, it had been a minor loss compared to the loss of the true prize itself.

Putting on his rubber gloves, the man crouched down next to the captured superheroine. Her eyes were unfocused, her face wet with tears and sweat. Leonard tilted her head with his hands, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes. There was no trace of comprehension behind those blue eyes, none of the hatred Leonard was so used to seeing. Scarlet Storm was gone—her body might be still alive, but not much remained of her mind. The diagnostics on the screen revealed that much.

The sight was somewhat upsetting. Had she survived the process, her value would’ve been immeasurable. It wasn’t just the loss of a potential asset that bothered Leonard, however; the loss of a good adversary was more disquieting he thought possible. The two of them had clashed for years now, and Leonard had managed to gain a grudging respect for the red-haired superheroine. She had been not only powerful, but smart as well—capable of outwitting even him, thwarting the cleverest of his plots.
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rin!y7chl82msE 15/09/20(Sun)11:24 No. 23846 ID: 87f076

Yeah, sorry.

Not that my input means much anymore than it used to, but I digress.

There's still something that bothers me, something I can't really pinpoint. It's very well written. Honestly, the biggest thing I can pick out is that the sexy stuff seemed... a lot lighter than the rest of the story. Still, this is only a mild complaint.


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Pashaimeru 15/09/22(Tue)18:51 No. 23850 ID: 602de1

Yeaah, I'm no good at writing sex scenes. Any erotica I'll write is probably gonna be light on them, maybe even skip them over. I find other things more interesting than actual sex, anyway.


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Rin!y7chl82msE 15/09/27(Sun)10:48 No. 23869 ID: 87f076

>>23850
Hey, I didn't say that to discourage you at all. My writing was in a similar situation, but I lucked out and my first story was lost during the great server collapse before anyone got invested enough.

It takes time and effort, just like all things. Just putting more out and honing your craft, that's the best advice I can give lol.




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