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A collection of Short Stories !JUD7F1CtU. 11/06/14(Tue)18:06 No. 12588 ID: e320fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

I decided I may as well share what I write when I decide to write something. Most of it will be Futa on Male but anything with MaleSub in it will be included. Anyway, here's the first one involving a dominant Futa and her apparent bitch.

Call girl - A short story.
Tags: Futa on male, futadom, reluctant

The phone rang.
I don't know why, but there was always this sense of anticipation and dread I have with picking it up. Not knowing who it was and knowing who it could be was almost a game of Russian Roulette I had with myself. Now, it happened almost daily. I picked up the phone Gun to my head - pull the trigger. "Hey there, moll" a feline, scratchy yet appeasingly seductive voice replied, female in nature.
"Uuuuh, hey… Tash." I responded, not unnerved but unhappy. "Parents are gone. Come around" she demanded in a domineering tone. "Uuuhh, look, Tash… I don't know about today, it's not really a good t-" "Come around" she repeated, cutting me off. "Tash, I was just about to say that I don't really want to because I'm really busy, and… you know"
There was a disenchanting silence - shredding any hope of worming my way out.
"No. I don't. Come arooound" she said again, this time with the last word drawn out, as if she sounded wanting, but not desperate. "I know you really, really want to" she claimed, her voice thinning to an innocent tone. She was pulling all the strings for this one. She usually did.
"I just-"
"Come around"
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Anonymous 14/03/30(Sun)05:33 No. 21453 ID: 892d48

Bump. I want to see more. Don't be dead.

Status report !JUD7F1CtU. 14/04/10(Thu)13:52 No. 21528 ID: 587f96

Good news, everyone.
I've written and re-written my long story about 3 or 4 times and I've ended with a draft that I like. The characters have depth and grow, the conversation isn't too dull and the story has direction (and a complication!)
I'm at a point where I'm finally happy with it and I've written about 10 chapters (40,000 words), only the first 2 are at a postable standard but I won't start posting till the story is almost finished. One; because I don't want to leave a full story half way through and two; because I like getting feedback from you guys. I want you guys to choose the ending as much as I choose it. I'll be posting a chapter basically weekly all the way through. Expect to see it being posted up in about 3-4 months or before Also, there will be a few short stories here and there from the perspective of people other than the main character popping up.
It'd be fair to note that the story is inspired by real events, of course in these real events there were no dickgirls. It's heavily inspired by Majalis' Raqueal (which I am eternally in love with) and I use a lot of scenes from my short stories. Basically, if you like the stuff posted here you'll like this story. It's slow, very slow, and deals with the mental anguish the main character has upon realising the girl he is in love with has a penis, as do her closest friends.

The basic plot goes like this:
Two friends who've been gypsying around America with guitars end up in San Francisco and upon their first night there they run into a group of Neo-Hippys who, being great people invite our heroes back to their house. The pair don't realise any of them have dicks until they've gotten to know them and had sexual encounters with them because these bitches are crafty. After a few days it behind making itself clear and our heroes flake off and are like lol no fuck that. Then they each go back in secret, driven by curiosity and desire hiding itself in fear. When they both realise they're going back they have a long talk and come to the conclusion that 'they don't mind' as long as they're still girls.
Over time the girls' actions little by little get more and more dominant until finally, after gender bender house party and with the help of strange drugs they give in completely. From this point the protagonist has a serious identity crisis and several love interests, all of whom either pale in comparison to this 'girl', scared off by this 'girl' or taken over by this girl.
The girls also, spending time with our heroes realise what the really want from a partner. There is love, there is loss, there are drugs and there is lots of sex.

I'm getting to a point where I'm happy with it and I'm excited to show it to you guys.

!JUD7F1CtU. 14/04/10(Thu)14:29 No. 21529 ID: 587f96

Oh also, thank you. This is very flattering.
If you want some advice read on, if not, skip to the end.

Short sentences are good only sometimes and for situations where you want to make sure it sounds final or that there is no other option. I like using long sentences because then you can place more imagery and there is more space for transition words - these can give a good sense of who is doing the controlling and who is doing the obeying.

>"Down" she bid me, and I was on the floor on my knees. She was harsher than usual. This was not going to be easy. Then I saw a mischievous light in her eyes. She stood up. "Put your arms under the cushion."
Could become
>"Down" she bid me, and I was on the floor on my knees. She was harsher than usual so I could tell that this was not going to be easy. I saw a mischievous light in her eyes as she stood up. "Put your arms under the cushion."
Which also flows a little better. Lots of short sentences usually make it so that there is a "Then she... Then I... I did... She then... etc" which sounds a little like a shopping list. Try to mix it up a bit. Short sentences are great for things like
"She came." or "My hands were stuck." or something else. It implies finality or a lack of options, especially in dob/sub elit.

Descriptions, man. There are some details which I think are better left as open as possible, descriptions of the protagonist I like to leave as open as possible to allow the reader to insert themselves in there as easily as possible but sometimes descriptions are really important.
>Her tall, slender figure, perfectly shaped legs leading to the cutest and roundest butt you could imagine, a waist so delicate that you would be scared to grab harshly lest you break it… Her hands were as if made up of millions of tiny, white, radiant butterflies. She always has a captivating smile on her face, and you could spend a lifetime looking deep into her dark blue eyes and die a happy man.

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Rent-A-Daughter (Mg, ped, cons, 1st, cosplay, slow) AnonyMPC 11/09/10(Sat)00:32 No. 13668 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

The last of my 4 completed stories before I go into hibernation to complete My Private Camwhore 4, is Rent-A-Daughter. Be warned it's a bit slower in pace compared to my other stories, and with very limited actual sex. I'll also be doing a slower posting pace than before because it still needs more editing than the other ones did, but I just hope starting the posting will light a fire under me to edit more.

Rent-A-Daughter by AnonyMPC (Mg, ped, cons, 1st, cosplay, slow)

Chapter One:
It was the biggest moral lapse in my life and yet, at the same time, one of the most fulfilling experiences I’ve ever had. It made me a criminal, but more importantly, it made me a father… at least, sort of.

The day I got a daughter seemed like any ordinary day at first. I was working a little extra, by choice, in my home office, which was the second bedroom of my two-bedroom apartment. I worked from home, making a decent living at a job that let me set my own hours. I considered it a great job, about the only good thing I had going for me.

I’m not making excuses, but when this happened, it was a pretty low period in my life.

I was unhappy, and had been for a while. I knew something big was missing from my life. Most obviously, I was lonely. I hadn’t had a date in three years, and a girlfriend since I got out of college, six years ago. My dating life, when it was active, was not very notable either… my last girlfriend cheated on me and it pretty much wrecked me, making me too shy to try again. I guess subconsciously I didn’t want to let somebody get close enough to hurt me.

I wasn’t just romantically isolated either. I didn’t have many friends aside from the distant, more-or-less anonymous types you make on Internet fan-boards. My parents were both dead, my dad of a heart attack when I was eighteen , and my Mom eight years ago, while I was still in college. Both hit me hard, but I knew my Dad wasn’t healthy. Mom’s death was so sudden and senseless. She was murdered in a robbery by a meth head, who was later killed by police. In the comics this would have made me into a grim vigilante, patrolling the streets looking for justice, but in reality, the whole event just left a hole that my ambition slowly drained out of. It was a wonder I was hired at all when I got out of school, but I had good marks and my company had an aggressive recruiter.

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Anonymous 14/04/09(Wed)07:59 No. 21514 ID: b43944


I have never read anything like this before, and I doubt i ever will again... But, wow... This is truly a brilliant story, I'm not usually into this stuff, and randomly clicked on this on a whim... But I can truly say that I fully enjoyed it, the narrative was amazing, the pace was perfect and it was pretty heart-wrenching when she left... And then it was a brilliant ending that gives closure, I would have hated this to have ended on a cliffhanger... I haven't been able to get it out of my mind for some reason since i first read it 3 days ago... For some reason it really hit me... I dont know why, i'm not anything like this, and I never really even associate myself with 7Chan, leave alone this part of it... So you have truly written a masterpiece here...

I commend you sir, on a truly great story...

Anonymous 14/04/10(Thu)07:59 No. 21525 ID: 7f5ddb

WTF man!

I have never, ever commented on an imageboard before, but this story just forced me to.

This was excellent, I'll save this on a txt.

You're an awesome writer.

Anonymous 14/04/10(Thu)10:31 No. 21527 ID: e04f9a

Have to agree, amazing story, even learned something about myself and why I tend to go for broken women. It wasn't like something that the characters are like, just a scene when I pictured it, it hit me and I understood why I go for those women.

Phantom Limb Dede 14/02/19(Wed)01:28 No. 21166 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

There was rain the entire train ride and even during the cab ride to the manor. Carolyn was aware of the foreboding atmosphere and maintained an equal appreciation for the phenomena and also a distance from the superstition surrounding chasing omens. This was to be a new start and she was successfully a youth again.

She had essentially stepped into the life of an orphaned heiress, age 17. Her new name was Carolyn Barclay and she had inherited an import export empire from her family when all other heirs died simultaneously in a business plane crash.

She became the figurehead of the company and collected profits while the board of directors ran her family business for her. That was when she was ripe for the picking.

Stepping into a youthful woman's body was an ecstatic sensation. Her skin was clear and smooth with a milky sheen interrupted by a red glow on her cheeks and chest. Her hair was like spun gold, hanging in layers between her shoulders. She stood only five feet and three inches and was just over a hundred pounds.

Had she ever looked so good in the past?

Not nearly.

She had a king size canopy bed now and a room with a 16 foot vaulted ceiling. The master suite was her sanctuary. She examined her new body eagerly in the full length bedroom mirror. What was this? A woman grown and no budding garden patch?

She felt the supple and smooth patch and couldn't believe how firm her mound was, and how anxiously yielding. Even at a slight touch, she became excited and her thoughts drifted to unseemly places.
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The+Other+Rick 14/03/22(Sat)08:07 No. 21396 ID: 9c3ca9

Holy shit deed, you should REALLY continue this story. It looks like it can be very fun.

Anonymous 14/03/22(Sat)13:20 No. 21397 ID: 3d7113

I approve.

Anonymous 14/04/09(Wed)21:12 No. 21519 ID: 57edd4

Love it!

Lesbian Princess THEMAN 14/04/04(Fri)00:13 No. 21480 ID: c7939e [Reply]

This story is a porn-y version of frozen, about a relationship between Anna and Ilsa. i plan to add a lot more, this is just a sample. Enjoy!

Anna’s life was defined by two large changes in her life: the first being the alienation by her sister, the second being her parent’s death. The timing of these situations was perfect, because with no parents or servants around the house, Anna was free to do whatever. and since this happened when she was 14 and in the middle of puberty, she had freedom to explore her body however she felt like, with no fear of being found out by anyone. Since she had read every book in the castle, she had to turn to other means of staying entertained. She would pick a random room, and sit down on the couch, or on the floor, and try to get aroused. She smuggled in some smut which she bribed a servant boy to bring her. It was drawings of depraved sexual scenes. A woman mastrubating while a man put his dich into her; two woman feeling each other’s genitals; a man and two woman enjoying the pleasures of sex. she took her bridges off, and pulled down her underwear, and started to rub the top of her pussy. she moaned the ecstasy of her hands feeling her body. she pulled down her dress, exposing her developing breasts. she rubbed her tits, feeling them harden, and moaned loudly. the reason her alienation from her sister is important is because now Anna had a fascination with her sister. She would look at the drawings, and imagine it was her and her sister. “Elsa….”, she whispered quietly, feeling her fingers slowly slip into her tight pussy. she continued or what felt like ages until her abdomen tightened, and she thrust her hips up. her fingers rocked in and out of her hole while rubbing a circle on top of her wettening pussy. she yelled out as her pussy exploded with cum. she covered her mouth with her wet hands to stifle the yell.even though no one will really catch her, someone could hear her. she tasted the juices on her fingers, savoring the flavors of her womanhood. she sheepishly dressed, and went to her room to read

Anonymous 14/04/04(Fri)03:28 No. 21481 ID: f5b1c2

Not gonna lie bro, that's pretty fucking awful.

My Sister, My Love (ff, inc, cons) Lute 14/01/23(Thu)09:57 No. 20884 ID: 2a23ff [Reply]

I've never written elit before, and I haven't really written anything since high school. I'm starting to use this as a creative outlet when all my science classes get me down. So I apologize if this is not conventional elit, as I haven't read much in a few years. Like most stories, this will have some elements of truth to it, though assume anything is possibly (and likely is) fictitious.

Chapter 1: Impure Cobwebs
The beginning of my senior year of high school was met with much less excitement than I always dreamed. I imagined that I would be relieved to being so close to finally moving on with my life, so close to being finished with lazy teachers and judgmental peers. Not that everything was so bad; as a seventeen year old kid with a few athletic letters under my belt, I've made a few good friends. And not all the teachers were lazy, most certainly not my English teacher, who kept my summer busy with mundane reading and essays.

Instead, I found that I was exhausted. I didn't want to get back into the swing of things. My summer felt too short lived, especially considering it was the last golden summer. After this, it was real life. Next summer would be college prep and after that would be summer sessions and internships and lab work...

I did my best to brush aside the "poor me" attitude as I trudged along through the first day of school, doing my best to enjoy all my friends and seeing familiar faces. I went to a small school, and it was very comforting to walk down the halls and find few unfamiliar faces. But, all in all, it felt like a weird dream, like I wasn't there but I was. I shook it off as first day jitters. And before I knew it, the day was over, and my reliable honda had taken me home. I felt comforted at home, even though I wasn't particularly introverted. It just felt right to be at home.

When I came inside, I called for my mom and dad, but they were out. Shopping, or perhaps something else grownups do when they go out for awhile. My phone read 3:20pm, my sister wouldn't be home for another hour. She usually spent her Monday afternoons with a few friends after class for a bit. I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of being unexpectedly alone for awhile. I went straight into my bedroom and closed the door. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and settled my backpack into the corner before laying on the bed. In the darkness of the laptop screen, as it began to woke from its slumber, I could see my reflection. I was wearing glasses over brown eyes, on a face dotted with only a few small brown freckles. My hair was auburn and spread around the pillow under my head, though not far. It wasn't quite shoulder length.
Soon, in a few moments, I found myself on an internet cam site. I loved the thrill of watching someone put on a show, even if it was for money. Not that I ever spent money on my nasty habit, though th Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/02/22(Sat)10:01 No. 21214 ID: 8d2c7a

Wow, I just read this from the beginning and I really like it. You asked for concrete feedback, so I'll do my best.

Grammar and spelling: I found no remarkable errors.

Formatting: Nicely done.

Characterization: I like the conflict in Jackie's feelings. She doesn't want to think of her sister and doesn't fantasize immediately about here. It allows it to build beyond the concept of just smut.

I also like that each character seems to have their own, independent story going on rather than just it feeling like an egocentric story, you see the feelings of the characters point blank. I would say though that Katie comes off almost as sexual toy more than a person at times, but that may be your intent.

Otherwise, I do hope you'll continute this story!

Lute 14/03/23(Sun)03:42 No. 21405 ID: 54480a


Thank you everyone. I will take your criticisms seriously and continue to produce content. Originally, after seeing no replies for a bit, I grew discouraged, though seeing these comments has inspired me and an update will be out shortly.

Because I'd like to open a dialogue regarding the story in the intent of improving my own writing ability, I will be honest in descriptions of my intentions for characters if I feel it does not ruin the experience.

Katie has not been intentionally written to appear to be a mere sex toy, though her relationship with Jackie has clearly been a mostly sexual one before the latest updates. That being said, I did not consider this viewpoint, and I will take that into consideration as I plow on.

Updates will resume on a semi-regular basis once again.

Anonymous 14/04/04(Fri)00:00 No. 21479 ID: b5c422

Thanks OP!

Relatively Powered (mf, inc, cons, superhero) AnonyMPC 12/02/04(Sat)20:24 No. 15057 ID: a609fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

To my surprise, when I asked for input on which of my two Sci-Fi serials to release first, those of you who voted didn't vote for the gender-change story, but rather for the superhero one. That works for me, though, it's probably the one I'm having the most fun with.

If you read Rent-A-Daughter, you might suspect that I've been a comic fan for most of my life. Of course, if I got the chance to write one I'd screw it up by including a happy incestous teen couple or a hero who happens to be a non-violent pedophile, and I'd be blackballed, but luckily that's not a concern here. If I had any art skill at all, I might be drawing erotic comics instead of writing erotic literature, but I don't. So this is a prose version of what I'd produce if I was creating a superhero series.

Relatively Powered (mf, inc, cons, superhero)

"The First Issue" (no additional story codes)

When superheroes start their journey, they face a number of issues. Do we have what it takes? How are we going to protect our identities so our loved ones don't get hurt? Will we look silly in a tight costume? Those are only a few. But for the majority of us, who are Powered, that is itself often the very first issue. Before you can decide to be heroes, you have to know what you can do, and how your powers are going to affect your life and your career, and that starts the day you learn you have them.

My sister Tabitha and I learned about our powers together, and although we'll never be able to tell our origin story publicly, it was a dramatic one. There's nothing unusual about that, of course... a lot of superheroes, and villains, have traumatic first manifestations. I don't think anybody's got one quite like ours, though...

The moment we first had an inkling we were among the Powered, my sister and I were naked, our genitals joined, and we were plummeting towards a construction site far below. I was still saying “What the fuck,” the phrase I’d started when I suddenly felt the cool air of Crash City on my ass and the bright light of a spring day, before the stomach lurch as gravity took hold and we started to tumble end over end.

Tabby, she just screamed and held on to me tighter, her legs wrapped around me for support, incidentally causing my cock to sink deeper into her pussy. I embraced her as well, but despite my continued rock-hardness, there was no passion in it any more, it was just that instinct to hold on tight to someone you love when you know you're going to die.
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Hummus. Yum. Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak 14/02/23(Sun)19:37 No. 21241 ID: 9a7d6b

Whats up man? How yah been?
I've been keeping and eye on you my friend. I'm impressed to say the least. Your have always written well and every story is a little better. It's a pleasure to read. Thanks :)

Also yeah. I wish I had half the art talent with a pencil I though I did as a kid. Drawing comics kicks ass.

Anonymous 14/02/24(Mon)05:28 No. 21244 ID: 7bfeef

That is the point of the tribute stories. That is how the original author formatted his stories.

Anonymous 14/04/02(Wed)01:28 No. 21467 ID: b60791

moar... I NEED MOAR

crossdressing, dub-con, glory holes, etc. (pretty gay yo) sadako 13/09/04(Wed)09:06 No. 19642 ID: 93dcec [Reply]

His short breath echoing in the mostly empty bathroom was loud at first, but when it came filled with the sound of his mouth working over a particularly thick cock, the noises were deafening. Kora shifted the position of his heels on the floor, the scraping barely ringing out above the choking sounds that his throat made when the length he had buried in his throat thrust a little too deep. He was focused tonight. He needed the money this week, and he was determined to earn it before it was time to pack up and leave.

This was his stall. The familiar rough brush of duct tape against the little tip of his nose told him that. Through teary eyes, he could just barely make out the familiar slurs that graffitied the wall above the crudely cut hole. More or less accurate insults of 'slut' and 'bitch' loomed over his head as he gave the shaft in his mouth a very generous suck, letting himself pull back to catch his breath. There was a reason men came to him. Not only because he had a perfect mouth, but because he was one of the very few that allowed guys who didn't have a condom to spare to fuck his face every once in a while. It was even rumored that sometimes, he'd let a select few come into his stall. And that, too, was true. For this--and for just about everything else--he didn't charge, but he did require protection, which was a fault in the eyes of some. But they always came back. He had regulars that knew he'd let them in if they pushed at the stall door.

"C'mon..." Came the terse grunt of the man he had been ignoring, effectively breaking his concentration when the spongy knob of a dick jabbed against his cheek, then his lower lip, slathering his face with a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Sometimes he forgot the fact that there was someone behind the wall, someone attached to the appendages he spent most of his nights sucking on. It wasn't something that he honestly cared about, and he really didn't have the urge to fix it either. Kora's eyes dropped as he grabbed the base, staring down the throbbing member, dripping and looking as if it would be ready to pop at any second. The veins stood out a faint, lovely blue against the red flesh, the skin stained a shimmering pink with his lip-gloss. It was drooling all over the crest of his chest, or at least what little skin that was peaking out from the tiny scrap of dress he had on. A dress that was already very messy from other loads from boys that day. The sight prompted a sensation of arousal, and elicited a small hiss from between his lips and through his teeth, the pillows swollen from the rough fucking this guy had been giving his mouth. He let his tongue out to roll along the head, and Kora could hear the heavy sigh the man gave in response. These few seconds of licking spanned longer and longer, until he was caught up in the motions of swirling his tongue over the slit, stroking firm and slow over Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 13/09/06(Fri)14:28 No. 19652 ID: 6a2949

>He took pride in that image and held it firmly in his field of vision, just a few feet in front of his disgusting bathroom stall. What stared back at him were glossy, cum-coated lips and teary eyes. Long, dark hair and a lovely dress hitched over slender hips. It was the picture of a girl. A beautiful girl that boys wanted to ravage, to fuck raw. A pretty, confident slut, and that was what he strove for. That was the reason why he welcomed abuse, and quite frankly, he was fine with that.

Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)01:44 No. 21443 ID: 7c9469

glad to see someone liked it! but yeah, i'm still writing, slowly but surely. right now i'm writing two more stories about kora, one of him getting molested frequently by his brother while he was younger, and the other another trapping story, since so many people seem to like my crossdressing stories! this one'll have more prostitution though.

here's a story involving some hatesex.


Emily adjusted the phone that she kept propped between the crook of her shoulder and her ear. The tip of her pink tongue spent its time searching over full lips as her eyes stared on at the window in front of her, that being about the extent of her movement. She was just vaguely listening to the voice on the other end of the line, lending some helpful 'uh-huhs' to keep the conversation trucking along. Other than that, she wasn't paying much attention. So, when hair fell in her face, she moved it. When her never ending, long, slim legs got restless, she crossed them. And when the man beside her shoved his erection into the palm of her hand like a wild animal, she rubbed it. The actions were all second nature to the woman, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't a bit amused by the antics of her little boy-toy.
After all, she hated him. He was nothing at all but a useless, bummy drunk who somehow thought her to be inferior. To him. If it was at all possible to be inferior to scum, this might have been true, but as far as she was concerned, she was a goddess and he a worthless ant. At least he was bit cute, with his curly hair and natural, tan skin, but otherwise, Cailen was just a huge dick. Her disdain for him, and his for her, was no doubt what prompted him to try and conquer her, again and again. He always failed, and humiliation was a constant for the poor guy, which made it all the more entertaining for her.
"Yeah..." Her God given sultry voice bridged on as she graced him with a glance. She even bit her lip a little, though the gesture wasn't even close to as sexy as when she rubbed the pillows together. She'd fold the fuller upper against the lower lip, her expression dripping with lust, just because she knew what it did to the boy. It was all in good fun, and she continued it by lowering long, fluttering eyelashes at him. In response, he scowled back in an expression that was more of a non-threatening pout than anything. Just the sight caused her to burst into a fit of giggles, tearing her eyes away from him and her focus back to her conversation. "No, no, sorry. My puppy's being real cute. I'm listening,"
As she said this, she fumbled with his zipper to downplay his scowl at her dumb pet name. Her thin fingers made quick work of his fly, opening it up and his boxers as well, to pull out his swollen cock without so much as a second glance. Still, Emily couldn't help but to squirm a bit in her spot when she felt how Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)03:16 No. 21444 ID: 6fffdb

Seems good, but the only thing I ask for, if it isn't too much, is more empty space instead of blocks of text, makes it easier to read.

this is a weird idea I got: a reviewer of erotic stuff Anonymous 14/01/16(Thu)11:53 No. 20727 ID: 972183 [Reply]

So this is a weird idea I got, a reviewer of erotic stuff. & I’m not just talking like those simple analytical types where they briefly mention a few good & bad points and then give a 1 out of 10 rating. I’m talking like if someone saw an Angry Video Game Nerd episode & wanted to do the same thing but with rule 34 stuff. Well that’s not exactly how I got this idea but you get the point.

I really want to keep this separate from the rest of my life, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t tell you who I am on the “cleaner” side of the web. I don’t even have a dirty reviewer name…well I did but like a idiot I forgot to write it down so if you have got an idea…and I mean a serious suggestion I’d like to hear it. So I’m sure the first thing that’s on your mind for the grand 2 of you who didn’t say “Screw this, not sexy! Moving on!” Is: who am I? And what am I going to review? And seriously you’re THAT board? Well yes…yes I am that board. As for who I am…I’m a single guy and that’s all really. As for what I am going to review…well it’s rule 34 so pretty much whatever I feel like. I’ll probably talk about some images, maybe some artists, certain videos, & just like today I’ll cover fetishes as well.
Is this meant to be serious? Well no, if I trash talk about an artist that you like personally or enjoy something you hate, keep in mind it’s just my opinion and we all have our kinks & turn offs. Heck I’m a fan boy myself outside erotic stuff, so trust me I know the feel when my stuff gets trashed on too. So don’t take it personally & I mean no genuine ill will to anyone in fact I know a lot of artists who could kick my butt in art in many ways & I wish I only had a fraction of their talent. In fact I will also say right now that I’m not a so called expert in fact you might even call me a Noob on the subject, however if you so desire I can provide other professional websites so you want some citation. So speaking of kinks & personal interests I think a good first review is to talk about one fetish that is the most common and is debated about forever. Anal sex, butt fun, knocking on the back door, and other stupid names we call it. I know there are a ton girls who get asked this a lot and it bugs the tar out of them. So why are we guys into it? Well same as anything really. It’s taboo, it’s not something that normally is meant to be, and it can be a really pleasurable feeling.

And now I’m sure there are a lot of excuses of why girls say no. Now I do have so good news for you ladies & pervs. However keep mind that this doesn’t cover the excuse of “I’m just not into it.” If it comes down to that, there’s only one thing you can do convince her to try it at least once, just to say “yeah I tried and I didn’t care for it.” The problem with Anal is that there are quite few misconceptions about it & if your not careful yo Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

HR Giger & Face Huggers can be Sexy? Anonymous 14/03/27(Thu)13:29 No. 21441 ID: 972183

Okay I know it's been forever, and I haven't made an update. I'm sure this isn't exactly super sexy, I wouldn't know how to make these reviews sexy if you have suggestions let me know.
I actually do have a review in the works of a Hentai video game that I'm gonna be finishing soon. But you might wonder what is even the fick about the title of this review.

I recently for the firs time ever posted up a comment on a Rule 34 pic of a Xenomporh aka the Aliens from the Alien series, it was close up shot of her pussy with a fitting lime green color to it. The pic itself was fine but what made me laugh & put on my nerdy glasses was the some of the commenters getting to a small debate wondering if it was safe to f*** a Xeno. This made me laugh as there were some misinformation. In fact what was really funny was the first comment didn't think the vag look like a human one when it obviously did. See for yourself: http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/952085#search=Slushy

Slushy I do admit has some silly rule 34 but some of it cute & sexy to me at least. Anyway if you scroll down and read Anon#12 that's my comment. I do find it odd that People would look at the Alien series and get aroused by it. I mean this a movie series that I think should be used in Sex ed to worn about rape & pregnancies. Dark? well it is a horror series but then again I'm not really an expert.

Funny thing about H.R. Giger I learned that at one point when Ridley Scott asked to Giger permission to use his designs, Giger orignally gave him diffrent designs to be less phallic looking. And Ridley pretty much went "No no, I WANT THE DICK LOOKING MONSTERS, They look Perfect!" In case you didn't click the link, as I stated the other comments ask the question if a Xenomorph girl was virgin wouldn't it be dangerous to doink her? The short answer is yes. But the long answer is yes... if you write it that way.

I'm not an expert but I thinking popping a girl's cherry doesn't produce a ton of blood. So no chances are you dong wouldn't melt off but may turn into a slim jim.

More importantly we know Xenos don't really reproduce this way, how they actually do it is what made them famous in first place & just for a refresher they work like insects hence why they are called bugs: Queen lays eggs, egg hatches facehugger, facehugger latches to a host to inject them with fluid to turn into a chestburster, chest burster does what his name implies and then growns into new drone & on rare moments a drone will grow into a queen. So despite all looking phallic & what not they don't actually have the same genitals as we do.

But this is the Rule 34 universe, logic takes a backseat to Boobs & other naughty stuff. So yeah if you can imagine Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Moonlit Lovers"m/f, s&m, fantasy Anonymous 14/03/26(Wed)07:04 No. 21434 ID: d67810 [Reply]

This is my first story, no editor, I just could not find content to satisfy me. Your opinion?

"Moonlit Lovers"
Decadently bathed in the scent of roses, she peeked slowly into the room just past the vibrant crimson curtains. There he sat, listless so that one might think he was dead, but the touch of pink on his cheek said otherwise. Ever so graceful, he pranced his way over to her, the tips of his toes just barely making contact with the floor. He was by her side, almost instantaneously or so it appeared to her; however the creaking old mansions floorboards from his movement made her think otherwise. He held his darling gently in his arms and lightly stroked her face. His mouth was parted just slightly, enough so she could see two terrifyingly long, sharp, protruding fangs. His expression was that of one who knew great sorrow and abandonment but as he saw her glancing at his face, he smirked at bit. “So innocent” he mused to himself.
Although he knew no lover in his life, not his human life or otherwise, he knew what he was about to do was treacherous. She blushed a bit at his smile and sat daintily on the bed. She was around five six with deep blue eyes. Her eyes reflected almost every color of the rainbow however they still keep their blue appearance. Her skin was soft and a creamy shade of white. Her limbs long and her breasts full. She had the face of innocence and youth however she was going on 19 years of age. Her hair was golden, long, and flowing.
“This will be my first time dear” she announced to her lover.
Her embarrassment of the fact showed from the blush on her face. He strode casually over to her and said, “Not to worry my dear, as it is mine as well”. She looked up in pure awe. His skin looked flawless and his shone when the moonlight hit his face through the open window. “Are you cold darling?” he questioned and he took her face into his palm again admiring her beauty.
She had always wondered why his skin felt so cold to the touch, although she could hear his heart beat and his breath lightly grazing her skin. She didn't question however, she knew the doctor had mentioned an iron deficiency which causes cold hands. He looked deeply into her eyes, making sure not to hypnotize her with his stare.
“I love you, you know” he stated “I always have and I always will”.
She nodded her understanding and slowly let the towel slip off her. His eyes went wide and then softened again.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
She had asked, no begged, him many times for them to solidify their love. He was always hesitant and answered a sharp “no”. He thought to himself “I must restrain, I must not let my guard down” He look lovingly at his lover. She was so stubborn. He gave in to her after he saw her crying near the pond. “Am i too ugly for him?” she said to herself. It broke his heart seeing her cry. She was and remains to Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/03/26(Wed)16:00 No. 21435 ID: f5b1c2

Needs more linebreaks.

Against My Will by unknown Anonymous 10/10/30(Sat)08:01 No. 10190 ID: 220478 [Reply]

An old favorite of mine that I've been meaning to repost for a while. F/dog, f/m.

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The hot sun boiled down upon my white skin. School just out for summer I need badly to get started on my tan. I lay motionless in my own backyard, my red two piece bikini covering the smallest amount of skin possible. I was 5'5 and about 110 lbs, blonde, slender and busty for a girl with so little weight. My 30 C cups tits bulging outward at the red fabric draped over them. My boney hips exposed and my shaven cunt covered by just a small triangle of red cloth. I was not a virgin, my boyfriend and I having experimented twice in my life.

I loved the feeling of the warm sun upon my young skin as I heard noises from the fence beside our house. I peered out of my dark sunglasses at the site of a yellow plastic nozzle peeking through the wooden fence posts. I knew instantly that the young boy next door, while turned on at the site of my tight young body, was about to unload his 'super soaker" water gun in my general direction! The little "son of a bitch" never left me alone anymore as I jumped to my feet. The water streaming past me, missing, I laughed aloud and darted for the front door. The boy opened the gate in front of me and charged up the sidewalk ready to unload. Cut off, I darted away from him, my tits bouncing in my suit as I ran for the old building across the alley. I know he had to love the site of my slender, yet jiggling ass running away from him as I made it across the alley and entered the vacant lumber yard building that was full of old boxes. I quickly darted behind a pile and waited for him to pass me by.

I was on all fours, hiding when the nozzle slid up to my head, I didn't even hear him as he snuck up behind me. Laughing, the neighbor boy told me raise up my hands or he would fire. I placed them above my head like a prisoner and stood up. The boy marched me to an opening in the building. I knew if he fired that my body would glisten and be shown off to someone that shouldn't see so much of me. But the entire episode excited me, as he placed a tie around my wrists and bound them behind me. Like a firing squad he stood me in front of him and asked if I had any last words when we both herd a rustling near the door. He looked surprised as his large brown dog trotted over to him. I don't know breeds but the dog weighed at least 100 lbs and was taller than the boys hip. He patted the dog on the head and prepared to fire but the dog trotted towards me. I laughed a little as his dog came over near me, the boy pleaded for the dog to get out of there, as I am sure the boy wanted to see my body soaking wet.

The dog stood at my waist, looking up at me, I asked him if he was my savior, but I couldn't expect what happened next. The dog stuck his nose right into the crotch of my suit and snorted loudly. I was so embarrassed that I jumped backwar Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 12/07/28(Sat)05:21 No. 16800 ID: 2aa1b8

bumping for dog whores everywhere

Anonymous 13/05/03(Fri)09:43 No. 18843 ID: c915ec

keeping this alive

Anonymous 14/03/01(Sat)00:09 No. 21262 ID: c9a718

bump for love

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