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Jonathan [yaoi] Faberbinx 15/01/03(Sat)01:32 No. 23053 ID: c9ce2e [Reply]

Eh, so awhile ago I posted this, and my computer crashed so it was put on the back burner. Fixed computer, yaoi m/m , feedback appreciated.

Jonathan
My head feels strangely fuzzy and only now parts of my body are beginning to have dull feelings. I'm vaguely aware I'm moving, but the motion and sensation is alien to me. A slight pain spreads from my backside pooling in my testicles; I feel pressure and warmth. There's someone mumbling something increasingly louder behind me. I feel hot.

“Jonathan-Jonathan, yes,” he moans, moving faster. He grabs the lifeless shell's hips, lifting them, and forces himself deeper with a longer stroke. “Your pussy, mmm so good” he licks his lips and feels Jonathan tighten around him. The shell looks so much like Jonathan, even its hair is the same length. The way his muscles wrap sinewy around the athletic body, even the sparse freckles and tattoos – the very sight of the shell lying still excites him. The thought of former trysts with the real Jonathan spent in Melfroppe arouses him further. He spits in his hand and wraps it around 'Jonathan's' penis. “Cum for me,” he loves this part. Sometimes Jonathan is cooperative and they cum together, but other times it takes more effort, and Jonathan finishes in his mouth.

I can feel some things but my vision and understanding are foggy at best. It feels like I'm being attacked. I try to speak but it's truncated by the feeling of a strange pleasure and losing what little control I have of my concentration. I'm not being attacked, but there's a burly figure holding me from behind. The wet thick warm hand forces cum from me in spurts. The mumbling behind me turns to groaning sounds and then I feel fullness. The sensation of warm fluids flowing into me and caresses and a name, 'John?' I can't make it out. I'm being cradled from behind and have finally put it together. Have I just been raped? Why is he talking to me? The forced pleasure loses its grip on me - the anger boiling inside me fuels my panic. The predator hugs me tighter. I'm panicking but unable to move; I'm trapped in myself, furious.

“Jonathan, you're so beautiful,” he rubs his face on the twitching body. “I was thinking about you all week and I'm so happy we can be together like this. I can't stay long but I promise I'll work harder to see you later this week. If I could I'd take you out of here tonight. A few more days and I will.” He lays Jonathan by his side and brushes his black hair back, kissing his neck before reclining on the now sweat and cum soiled sheets. He always brings new sheets, every time, and he'll change these after he gives Jonathan a bath. He runs his hand from Jonathan's face down his chest fingering his freckles and lingers at his hands. They twitch slowly at first. He narrows his eyes, focusing Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/01/14(Wed)15:25 No. 23107 ID: 4f7809

short, but I like it, Keep going yo!




Wrong from Right (futa/male, cumplay, blowjob, humil) KuroX 15/01/08(Thu)18:37 No. 23091 ID: fc7b29 [Reply]

I know I’m wrong for this. Dead wrong. I know there isn’t any mitigating circumstance or proper context that would make what I’m about to do right. I know and I don’t care. This isn’t me, I’m not this kind of person, but I’m not a saint either; you can only push me so far before I reach my breaking point. My rationale, as thin as it might be, is that Alessandra hurt me. She hurt me, so I want to hurt her in exchange. And I know an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, but like I said before: I don’t care. And that’s why I’m in an upstairs bedroom with the lights off and the floor thumping to the bass of the party down below. It’s also why I’m on my knees and not alone.

But just to be completely clear: Alessandra made a mistake and that’s the only reason I’m in this position. I’m not some kind of manipulative evil mastermind; I just saw an opportunity and moved to capitalize on it. Maybe I’ll look back on this with shame and regret one day. Maybe I’ll be the better person one day.

Today, however, is not that day.

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She showed up to the party, sans boyfriend, with a few of her friends and already a little bit tipsy from pre-drinking. Alessandra naturally made quite the entrance, shrieking as she ran into other friends, snapping selfies and keeping a tall drink in her hand at all times. I noticed her walk in and ignored her, no reason to cause a scene, right? So she managed to get the first shot in with a snide remark about my weight when she saw me bent over getting a drink. And of course her bitches’ coven tittered right along with her while I burned with embarrassment.

I hadn’t always hated her, but I’d never actually liked her either. Our relations had started off distantly cordial and had gone downhill like a Jamaican bobsled team, mostly due to her max diva personality not being able to stand the sight of someone… perfectly average…? I didn’t understand it. It would have at least made sense if I was some kind of threat to her social position but we moved in wholly different circles; she was the queen bee on campus, the biggest fish in a small pond, whereas I was just a struggling student; juggling full-time classes with part-time work and (almost) no-time for myself.

Still, I knew there was a non-zero chance of seeing Alessandra at the party, but until she actually mentioned my ass I hadn’t given any thought to what I might say to her. Instead I stood there and burned with helpless fury; unable to come up with a suitable comeback and unwilling to start a brawl. My face was hot, the back of my teeth hurt and my stomach was churning. It wasn’t a very good feeling.

With my buzz thoroughly ruined, I stormed out of the kitchen and sat on the stairs, scrunched up and alone; stewing in my juices for the better part of an hour. It must’ve shown on my face, because no guys ap Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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KuroX 15/01/09(Fri)19:08 No. 23095 ID: fc7b29

>>23094
Thanks. I have a few other stories in the wings, might post them here for :max exposure:


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Anonymous 15/01/10(Sat)05:57 No. 23096 ID: b7b33f

That was amazing. Please keep this as an ongoing story.


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KuroX 15/01/13(Tue)08:45 No. 23102 ID: 8dce1c

>>23096
Ehhh... I really didn't leave much of anything to continue...




The Visitors David Ander 14/06/02(Mon)06:48 No. 21869 ID: 917657 [Reply]

The Following is a long story, and it will take a while to get to the wank-worthy bits.

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Wednesday, June 1, 2016 2:04 PM
All Nippon Airways flight 7609
37,200 feet over the Atlantic Ocean

First Officer Alan Santos had just finished making his final check in with air traffic control in the United States airspace. He sighed to himself. “Four hours down 9 hours to go.” The act of the transatlantic flight had become rather mundane; with the advent of modern technology. Now pilots and copilots merely watched electronic screens adjusted dials and mainly allow the computer to do its work. Manual control only needed to be used in very rare emergency situations, and the occasional difficult takeoff or landing; The pilot’s job now seemed more to be keeping an eye on the computers More than actually flying the plane .
But thoughts like this exist in almost every line of work, and did little to make the time go by faster. It had been awhile since He had last flown with Captain Luke Cameron and he had not had a good time to catch up. He turned to open a conversation just a small light winked on his display. The master caution light shone a menacing a red as a prerecorded voice blared over the internal cockpit speakers. “Terrain, terrain, terrain.” His eyes immediately snapped the window as his hands reached the yoke. His body tensed, prepared to wrench the aircraft away from…what, he wondered. The Atlantic Ocean had no terrain to speak of, it was an ocean.
As he peered out of the windows, the aforementioned ocean appeared exactly where he expected, well below them a sparkling blue-black. Ahead, below and all around the aircraft nothing could be seen to trigger the warning.
“What the hell?” Growled Luke, his southern accent and years of smoking flavoring his voice. Allen spoke up, “Looks like another one for the boys at home to take a look at.” “The damn things only a year old, we shouldn’t be having these problems.” Luke said, easing back into his chair.
Alan silenced the alarm.
He was right of course; modern commercial aircraft were built or more accurately overbuilt for exactly what they really were used for. All Nippon Ariways had been the first to purchase the Dreamliner; arguably the most advanced plane in use commercially. Millions spent on R&D and testing; and another almost un-fathomable amount spent on producing the beast and they still had kinks to work out. Not that they would ever tell the public this. Already people had an unfounded fear of air travel, and took even the simplest of bumps, errors or problems sent the community at large into a tizzy.
People drove on bald tires, with error lights, and other little problems in their cars all the time. Some even got into accidents, but rarely did you see the kind of fervor the airline industry saw after MH370, the 777 lost in 2014. Hell, there were even loons talking about TWA 800 Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/11/28(Fri)07:09 No. 22877 ID: 2b3fc6

Please come back OP


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Anonymous 15/01/03(Sat)09:40 No. 23054 ID: 2b3fc6

I remain hopeful that OP has not died


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Anonymous 15/01/07(Wed)06:34 No. 23081 ID: f5c349

David,

I don't know how I missed this first time around, otherwise I would have provided my 3 penneth, for what it's worth. You asked for critique:

Only major criticism is that some proof reading would help readability a bit. It looks like you've spell checked, but that doesn't pick up context. I know it's difficult.

Other than that I really like it and hope that you come back to complete the story. It's has potential from what I've read so far




Harem Thief: A Nisekoi Fanfic (mc, ntr, m/fffff) Anonymous 14/05/18(Sun)22:32 No. 21789 ID: e06ffc [Reply]

Life as a background character is boring. Every day is the same, nothing interesting ever happens. Every morning going to school, every evening coming home, with everything in between full of the same, mundane, humdrum, banal, mindnumbing routine.

For me and the rest of the class, about the only interesting thing in our lives was the harem. Five girls who were entirely unreasonably blessed.

First, they were pretty. Not just pretty. Unreasonably pretty. The other girls in the class confirmed that only one of them wore even the lightest of makeup, but they were all so perfect and unblemished that they made actors and models look plain and awkward.

Second, they were rich. Unreasonably rich. They lived in mansions and entire penthouse apartment floors. They flew around the world, bought extravagant luxuries, sicced their servants and thugs on anyone who looked at them wrong, and didn’t even really have a concept of money that made sense at the normal level.

Third, they were talented. Unreasonably talented. Some were gifted academically, able to get a perfect score on any test while paying no attention in class. One of the girls was actually our teacher, a girl who had sped through school and college to get her license at only nineteen years of age. Some were gifted athletically. There were rumors of one even having superhuman athletic ability that let her shatter stone buildings with a single kick.

They were freaks. But the freakiest thing of all was that every single one of them had the same obsession. Raku Ichijo. Every single one of them was head over heels infatuated with the guy. The rest of us were absolute trash as far they were concerned, but he was a god who could do no wrong, someone they were more than happy to all shamelessly fawn over together. It was so fucking stupid.

Right now, we were supposed to be having a class meeting. There was a school festival coming up and every class was responsible for a project to try and raise some money. With the harem in our class, the obvious choice for the boys was to exploit that and go with a maid cafe. Only one of the freaks, Marika, seemed to like the idea, though she made clear that she’d only be serving one person in the classroom. The rest of the girls, mundane and freak alike, were against the idea, either from embarrassment, outrage, or a fear of having to compete with one of the harem girls and being humiliated by it. Our teacher, Yui, was more than content to stand by, too busy playing with Raku’s hair to pay attention or do her job.

It was dragging on and on and on.
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Anonymous 14/10/13(Mon)14:48 No. 22560 ID: 645cdd

somnophile,

Like so many others, I visit this thread regularly in the hope you've posted another chapter. So far, so very good! I would ask that you find it in your heart (and also hopefully, your schedule) to finish this. Thanks


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Anonymous 14/10/13(Mon)17:27 No. 22561 ID: 6f3c84

Good god man, this is amazing! Breaking up a slice of life anime is apparently one of my fetishes.

Moar please.


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Anonymous 15/01/01(Thu)20:38 No. 23045 ID: 15701f

Great work so far OP. Can you give us an indication of how soon we may see an update please?




A father's first time [Mg, incest, father/daughter] HolyMoly 14/12/10(Wed)22:56 No. 22941 ID: d90274 [Reply]

Welp, after some hemming and hawing I have decided to type up a little story beginning. I'll probably come back and spruce it up and add more things over the course of the week. This is my first go, so I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!

Chapter 1

Sydney could not believe his eyes when he saw it. Right there on his screen was the undeniable evidence, and never before did he get so aroused. He adjusted his boxer shorts, freeing his already thick and throbbing member, and wrapped his left hand around its base. For a few moments he didn't move, but studied the surroundings in the video he was watching. The posters up on the wall, the paint on the same walls, the orientation of the girl's computer--he chided himself for his mistake, she was clearly too young to have a computer in her room--all panned out. He groaned through clenched teeth as a fat drop of precum drooled down the shaft of his almost achingly hard cock. It was definitely her. It was definitely his daughter, Jordan. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt it through his dick as he began to stroke. Just like so many other people in the cam chat room, he knew. He could tell because there were a plethora of adult cocks working feverishly next to his daughter's image. They would stop every now and again to shout suggestions, or say things to his daughter that made him both angry and almost drunk with lust. For her part, Jordan giggled and flashed her chest to the crowd. It wasn't exactly hardcore, but it was enough, and Sydney could still hardly believe his eyes (or his luck).
Jordan was a little minx of a first grader, you see, and was flashing her skin like any seasoned cam pro. Just enough to keep the comments (and the donations, for she had asked Daddy how to set up an Amazon wish list "for Christmas") coming. Unbeknownst to her it worked on her father as well. The girl was wearing her latest buy, a two-piece swimsuit that she had begged her Daddy to buy for the upcoming summer. The two triangles of bright pink nylon would soon be grown out of, but right now they were covering where her tits would eventually grow. She had it on, but undone, and every so often when she moved her suit would reveal one of her pert, pink, tiny little nipples to the crowd. She'd cover her face, giggle, and say "oopsie" all while calculating when she should do it next. The camera was aimed mostly at her chest and face, and she had a shock of black hair that was unruly at the best of times. It was shoulder length, and went wild--especially when mommy wasn't around to help her brush it. She looked up with her dark brown eyes and blew an errant strand of her bangs up and away from her face. Her cheeks were in that classic cherubic style, as her baby fat had not entirely melted away. What had melted away revealed the beginnings of classic curves into wider than average hips, and two pert and Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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review spiderfiend 14/12/13(Sat)18:33 No. 22972 ID: d09574

not bad, you need to work on your pacing, and the structure needs tons of work, but you have a good start. take this gem and polish the hell out of it. add a few more chapters and it would be a masterpiece. your doing very good young wolf show us what else you can do.




A father's first time [Mg, incest, father/daughter] HolyMoly 14/12/10(Wed)23:04 No. 22942 ID: d90274 [Reply]

Welp so after much hemming and hawing and some push from a friend I decided to write a thing. It's my first draft and first attempt at anything like this, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter 1

Sydney could not believe his eyes when he saw it. Right there on his screen was the undeniable
evidence, and never before did he get so aroused. He adjusted his boxer shorts, freeing his already thick
and throbbing member, and wrapped his left hand around its base. For a few moments he didn't move,
but studied the surroundings in the video he was watching. The posters up on the wall, the paint on the
same walls, the orientation of the girl's computer--he chided himself for his mistake, she was clearly too
young to have a computer in her room--all panned out. He groaned through clenched teeth as a fat drop
of precum drooled down the shaft of his almost achingly hard cock. It was definitely her. It was definitely
his daughter, Jordan. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt it through his dick as he began to
stroke. Just like so many other people in the cam chat room, he knew. He could tell because there
were a plethora of adult cocks working feverishly next to his daughter's image. They would stop every
now and again to shout suggestions, or say things to his daughter that made him both angry and almost
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HolyMoly 14/12/10(Wed)23:07 No. 22943 ID: d90274

I'm also apparently fucking retarded and can't delete my non-formatted post. So, uh...yeah. Sorry?


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Anonymous 14/12/11(Thu)01:27 No. 22945 ID: 1c90da

>>22942

For a first attempt, this is pretty great. Better than a lot of stuff I've read on asstr, at any rate. Keep going!


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Anonymous 14/12/13(Sat)16:27 No. 22971 ID: d90274

Chapter 3

Jordan giggled and squirmed on her Daddy’s lap, squeezing her thighs together in order
to trap Syd’s cock. She looked up at her father, and then glanced at the webcam. The first
grader had been fantasizing about this since she’d found out just what sex was. What
better way could a girl show her love for her daddy? She let a finger traipse around the
cum-slicked head of his member, causing a shiver to go up Syd’s spine, and answered
out loud, “Fucking, daddy? What’s that?” She knew a little bit about sex, sure, but she
wasn’t exactly sure of the details.


Syd closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and collecting himself. His voice
was shaky even though he knew just what he wanted. He pulled his little girl extra tight against
his waist after wrapping one arm around her tummy, while his other hand plucked at the
bowstrings holding her bottoms to her delicious little self. “Well, honey, it’s when a daddy wants
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The Cult anon 14/11/11(Tue)00:22 No. 22775 ID: f6660e [Reply]

So I started writing this and then just kind of lost track of where I wanted it to go. Not sure what to do with it or even if it's any good. Any ideas for Chapter 2? Anyone else want to take a stab at chapter 2?


Chapter One
The Cleansing


I was twelve years old when my sixth grade math teacher, Mr. Harris, asked if I wanted to be in his secret club. He said that he had been sharing my test results with the members of his club, and that they were very impressed with my intelligence. He told me that the club was for men, but since I was so advanced for my age, they would allow me to join if I wanted.

I enthusiastically agreed. I was shy and awkward at that age and didn't have many friends, nor was I a member of any teams or clubs. It was the first time I had been invited into anything like this, so I didn't really know what I needed to do. Mr. Harris told me not to worry, that he would let me know what to do. But it was imperative that I tell no one of the club or my membership, or there would be consequences. He asked if I agreed to these terms, which I did. He said good, leave everything to him.

That evening, my parents got a call from the teacher. He explained to them that my math scores were bordering on the genius level and that he recommended a special after school program for academically advanced students. My parents were pleased, but understandably skeptical. This was before the digital age, so there were limited resources to find out how legitimate something like this was. He invited us all to the school the next evening to observe the special class.

The next day, Mr. Haris called me into his office to talk privately. He said he was going to show my parents the REAL after school program so that they wouldn't become suspicious of the secret club. I remember thinking how smart that was and I began to get excited about the club. That evening, he showed my parents and I the gifted class that met every Tuesday and Thursday after school for four hours. It was all real so my parents had no more concerns. I was now in the gifted program as far as they knew, and I was now free for four hours twice a week.

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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)21:44 No. 22782 ID: b9a090

>>22775
good story so far


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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)22:17 No. 22783 ID: 1de00e

seems pretty interesting, I liked it. The enema suggests some Mm action, I'm guessing.


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Anonymous 14/12/10(Wed)19:10 No. 22939 ID: cd301f

The previous poster suggests Mm action, which isn't necessarily the case as the enema could be just part of a purification rite. I'm not personally into Mm action if that does turn out to be the case, but this isn't my story so I hope that if it is done in a sympathetic way to a hetero tale.

All in all though, a good start OP, I'm looking forward to the continuation




Palpable lola 14/03/05(Wed)08:00 No. 21297 ID: fe05d8 [Reply]

Dexterous. a word most people would use to describe Olivia, even if they had only very briefly met her.
A deserved description, as her hands never really stopped being in motion.
Her fingers: agile, yet delicate. With them, no task was beyond her grasp.
When she was younger, they guided her to becoming quite deft at musical instruments such as the piano, guitar, and violin.
As she aged, she discontinued her pursuit of musical talents;Her interest didn't necessarily wane as much as shift towards other things.
She was eleven when it occurred, though nobody, not even her, could tell you why.

"I don't know why. It just happened." She'd tell you with a smile that was often known to cause acute amnesia. Mesmerizing, others might describe it as.
The fact of the matter was, talents aside, Olivia was beautiful. Plump, pink lips that were often as expressive as she was.
Large, curious eyes that might come off as looking tired, or perhaps even mischievous, if she wasn't working on something.
In addition, as if those alone weren't enough, she had high cheekbones that further accentuated her smile, and a proud, feminine brow:
the apex of which grew golden brown tresses. Indeed, her hair was long, but on any given day it was balled on top of her head in a messy bun.
The attire she opted to wear on a day to day basis was just as relaxed. T-shirts and jeans, maybe shorts with a longer top when the weather permitted.

If carefree described how she dressed, it went on to describe her school life as well. She had a few friends, but no best friends.
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Anonymous 14/03/05(Wed)11:23 No. 21299 ID: c4f2b4

So is Olivia a man or a girl? Both? It seems like a girl for most of the story but then she seems to grow a dick in places. Confusing.


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Hermy Kal 14/03/06(Thu)03:43 No. 21306 ID: 4403da

It seems pretty clear that we're led to believe that she's a full girl until the very end of the first chapter where it specifically calls out her erection.

So she's a hermy.


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More? Anonymous 14/12/10(Wed)07:11 No. 22934 ID: 140c9b

OP, will there be a third chapter? This was nice fap material, but I'd love to hear more about Olivia, maybe even what show s/he and hir mother were watching, the Friday party, what's with Momma watching, and other stuff like that there.

For an eleven year old to have a school room key and to have a sarcastic(?) view of an age-mate's speech pattern is a very big thing. Let's hear more of this amazing person.

Fear not, this is /elit/, Train-wreck chapter segues are allowed.




The Fetish ABR 14/12/06(Sat)07:27 No. 22909 ID: 6b4abe [Reply]

I am not sure if this is a *thing* people want to read here, since it's not very loli or too kinky. I haven't seen much aggression and dominance. Tell me if you want me to continue on this thread.

The Fetish (m/f, mild bondage)
by ABR
Chapter One


I guess as fetishes went, maybe I wasn't so weird. So people are into way weirder, that's for sure. Of course, I never thought I'd end up in some of the mess I have been in over the years. I always thought I was in control, but when things went weird...

My mother was strict. So strict, she pretty much pussy whipped daddy until he hung himself on the very tree my tire swing hung from. Happened right after my tenth birthday. That was messed up. I'm not sure the moment I discovered my fetish, but at some point, I realized that I was seized by the need to control and dominate with one particular twist: I had to trap them. A girl needed to be isolated, taken away, deep into the woods where she would be helpless, then I would make her dependent on me until she was my slave.

I have my mother's eyes, I suppose.

Anyway, first time I had a serious chub, and I mean... guys know this: there's horny, and then there's that kink you have that overrides everything. There's a kind of horny that releases your sphincter and makes your belly feel weird. Blood seems to drain from your hands and you might tremble a little. There's a ringing in your ears that seems to say only one thing: fuck her. Fuck her and push your seed deep inside her. It's primal. And if your girl is into that, you're golden. But my serious first belly-cooling shakedown happened when I was just 16 and Junebug trod her lovely little self into our camp.

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ABR 14/12/08(Mon)03:51 No. 22919 ID: 6b4abe

Chapter 2

"I am called the foreman because I am worth four men!"

What a loser. That dumbass yahoo for a foreman with his shirt and tie on a job site was a joke. And I wanted to be first in the punch line. But, it's what the company felt was needed on this project. Like the world needs another office building. The recession left the last one I built unoccupied until the rent got so low, it gave birth to a payday loan place, a pawn shop, and a strip joint. Then burned down. Hell of a year for that builder.

There was nothing likable about this foreman, however. Skinny, pale, with red hair and a receding hairline. His hard hats were always too big like his ego. He spoke Spanish like I should be impressed: most of these immigrants understood how to hammer a goddamn nail into a board and sheetrock, you dipshit. They listened to me, because I knew how they thought. Most of them had a hard and shitty life. I had a hard and shitty life. Nothing a few free beers and a good bunch of laughs couldn't fix.

His type wasn't new. I mean, most of these college grads are chum in small towns like I worked in. Small stature, big swagger. I would have easily forgotten him if it weren't for one little detail: the Hispanics really hated this guy. Maybe they thought he knew Spanish and therefor they couldn't say shit about him while he was around. Maybe it was because he acted like he'd take them under his wing like THAT should be impressed he could name everything in Taco Bell with an exaggerated accent. But as time went on, he stuck close to me more and more often. At first, this was terrible.

Then one day, a Japanese SUV bounced onto the site. The driver looked like she couldn't aim the vehicle quite right, and the foreman waved her to a panicked stop.

"What are you DOING?" His anger seemed almost comical.

A woman stepped out. No, a girl. But what a girl. One solid muscular leg ending with a pink trainer sneaker arched over the running board and stepped ankle deep in the red clay that was the backdrop for these sites.
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Anonymous 14/12/09(Tue)04:06 No. 22925 ID: 92e757

God damn, dude. Fantastic.


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Anonymous 14/12/09(Tue)13:49 No. 22928 ID: 2484da

Very well done, I'm no expert when it comes to technical skill or any of that jazz but I deeply enjoyed it.

Do you plan to do any more?




Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.

https://7chan.org/d/res/38409.html#i38409

Now this.

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The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/05/10(Sat)21:04 No. 21714 ID: 5f279f

I don't like to be the one to bump dead threads, but watching this fall to page three has been too disheartening. Just not ready to give up hope yet...


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Anonymous 14/10/07(Tue)05:10 No. 22540 ID: 955e1b

Really hoping Seris gets some closure with Andrei. Seemed pretty cold for him to leave her like that.


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Anonymous 14/12/04(Thu)10:56 No. 22902 ID: 289ad7

BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP




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