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

BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP


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Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)19:39 No. 24254 ID: 81f838

bump


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Anonymous 16/05/08(Sun)06:43 No. 24255 ID: 62b1d7

>>24254

Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.




Historcal Erotic nin 16/05/03(Tue)21:57 No. 24241 ID: 910fe5 [Reply]

I've just completed my first erotic novella, and I'd love to get some feedback.

It's available for free on Amazon for a limited. Reviews there are greatly appreciated.

http://www.amazon.com/Fucking-Time-Machine-Titanic-ebook/dp/B01F1AF242

I'll also post the first chapter in a comment below. I'd love any constructive criticism people can give. I'll return the favor on other boards. There are really some talent writers here.

Thanks!

Book description:

College roommates, Chuck and Sam are best friends and kind of an odd couple. Chuck is a physics major and a big nerd. Sam is the opposite, a lacrosse-playing ladies' man with sexy muscles.

After drinking magic mushroom tea at a hippie sex party, Chuck has a dream that he is fucking a beautiful blue skinned alien with hypnotic eyes and tits to die for. When he wakes up he has new insight into the physics behind quantum mechanics and time travel.
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ch. 1 The Fucking Time Machine and the Titanic nin 16/05/03(Tue)21:59 No. 24242 ID: 910fe5

1. Purple Panties, Again

There was a purple pair of panties hung on the doorknob when Chuck returned to his dorm room. Not this again, he thought. It seemed like every night now he was forced to sit in the stuffy dorm common room for hours while his roommate Sam loudly banged a new hot little freshmen piece of ass.
Chuck was already exhausted from a marathon study session at the campus library. Finals were coming up, and between his senior project and preparing for tests he wasn't getting enough sleep as it was, let alone all the nights he spent trying to curl up on the uncomfortable furniture in the common room listening to some cheerleader moan down the hall.
He held his head to the door. He couldn't hear anything at first. Usually there was loud moaning or a squeaky bed and sometimes a quick soft slapping sound.
Just as he was about to knock on the door he could hear a muffled female voice:
“Pack the bong and take off your pants.”
Chuck didn't smoke weed and didn't get any action. He was a very talented student and took his school work very seriously. He often reflected that even if he were interested in the types of girls who Sam fucked, he certainly wouldn't have the time for it. However that didn't stop Chuck from fantasizing.
He pushed his ear closer to the door. He thought he could hear giggling. What he wouldn't give to be Sam right now. He could hear the water bubbling in the bong and then coughing.
Chuck imagined he was on the other side of the door in Sam's place on the bed with Robyn, a sexy eighteen year-old freshman who Chuck had seen leaving the room on several occasions. Chuck closed his eyes and suddenly Robyn was running her fingers over his stomach. She grabbed a lock of her red hair and tickled his side with it, giggling. He put his hand on her hip and ran it up to her ribs. She shivered and wriggled up against him, her perfectly smooth white skin warm on his legs.
Robyn was the most beautiful girl, Chuck thought, though she had never looked at him twice. She probably didn't even know that Sam had a roommate. Her hair was shoulder length and bright red. Her eyes were a sharp turquoise and glittered with a sexy excitement, almost defiant when she smiled. Her body was perfect, not too thin like some girls. She had nice tits that hung a little and if you were lucky enough to see her without a bra, as Chuck had a couple times when she snuck down their hallway early in the morning, you'd know they were slight banana tits in the best way possible. He imagined her perfect pink conical areolas and freckles on her chest. He was starting to get hard and then he swore he could hear sucking sounds and he was fully erect, wishing more than anything that Robyn was putting her perfect pouty pink lips on his dick. Sam was so lucky.
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Anonymous 16/05/06(Fri)12:54 No. 24249 ID: 362cdd

On Amazon, you use "loose" instead of "lose" in the summary.


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Anonymous 16/05/06(Fri)13:19 No. 24251 ID: 362cdd

>From one such story, Chuck new Robyn was a squirter.
knew

I'd appreciate some more chapters here since I don't have an amazon account.




Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Anonymous 15/07/01(Wed)02:07 No. 23705 ID: 03d35c

I just really enjoy the entire thing


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Anonymous 16/03/01(Tue)15:31 No. 24138 ID: f7b914

would like this to be continued


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Anonymous 16/04/29(Fri)07:02 No. 24233 ID: cd9818

Such a good concept,dont stop now!




FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi folks, I've read elit from the chans and elsewhere for awhile, and decided to try writing one myself. This is a repost of what I just wrote on 99chan earlier, just wanted to give it some more exposure, also feel I have a better chance at feedback here, since 7chan's elit seems more active.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.

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Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)

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Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn't paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn't do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn't help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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Anonymous 15/12/22(Tue)10:53 No. 24048 ID: e0b71e

How is progress?


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Anonymous 16/02/22(Mon)23:48 No. 24126 ID: e1077a

Bump


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Anonymous 16/04/26(Tue)08:49 No. 24224 ID: f759ea

Bump




A dangerous mission Anonymous 16/02/22(Mon)23:32 No. 24125 ID: 749c8f [Reply]

I told myself that I was an assassin.

I had spent all this time getting here, and now all I had to do was push the capsule into his mouth and force him to swallow once Albert left the minister to go downstairs. From there, I could make the escape from the first floor window.

I told myself that I was an assassin.

The vinyl padding on the chair clung to my exposed thighs, as I had already been stripped down to my underwear, a set of matching, mostly see-through red bra and panties with a small amount of lace to accompany them.

I told myself that I was an assassin.

The target’s form was huge and intimidating. As a five foot tall petite blonde woman with a slightly muscular outline, it was clear that he had me beat in strength. There was nothing I would be able to do if it came to a battle of brute force. That was unlikely to happen today, though. The target stood up until I could see him stand at his full height of 6’1” as he began to undue the buckle of his belt. He wasn’t an ugly man, with his primary negative trait being that his hair line was slowly receding due to age. The minister had made a point to keep his body in good shape, and it was paying off for his attractiveness. A square jaw complimented his toned figure and freshly cleaned suit. He undid the button of his pants, slid his finger underneath the elastic of his underwear, and pulled it down, revealing his sizeable member, which was not yet completely erect.

I told myself I was an assassin.

“Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself.” The minister said crudely, not once looking at me since I had come into the room. We were the only two people left here. I smiled in his direction, got up and slowly traced my finger along the rim of his desk as I circled around to him. I stood in front of him and he finally looked at my face, taking my chin between his thumb and index finger. He turned my face left and right before smiling. “Well, we’ve got ourselves quiet the stunner this evening.” I had heard many compliments about my physical beauty before. This was no different. He let my chin go, and I slowly got down on my knees, using the desk to brace myself as I went. I grabbed his member by the base and lifted it up, guiding it into my mouth until my lips had pushed past the head of his penis. My tongue danced forward around his tip, licking him with practiced expertise.
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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)08:32 No. 24219 ID: bb57a4

>>24188
OP here. I might continue if it is requested, but I'm working on something else at the moment. If it's requested, I'll probably give it another whirl.


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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)10:05 No. 24220 ID: f42afa

Yes we want moar. Also yes another story.


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Anonymous 16/04/24(Sun)15:48 No. 24221 ID: b09c7b

Yeah definitely continue,sounds good




Breaking the Elf Anonymous 16/04/13(Wed)01:09 No. 24194 ID: f5ffc3 [Reply]

(Let's see... bondage, blood, bestiality, nonconsent, mindbreak (sorta), and a teenage boy gets laid. All that aside, I don't actually think this is that extreme. Maybe I'm just fucked up. In any case, you've been warned.)

The elven princess awoke to the sound of a shout in a language she did not understand.

She tried to get up and failed, smacking her face back into the clay with a groan. Aniyra twisted her body and soon realized she was bound in stocks, her wrists and ankles through the same board, her buttocks raised heavenward and her face and breasts pressed into the cold ground. The air blew across her, and that also told her she was naked. She heard the voices again and quickly spoke a spell, a simple one that required no physical component.

"--aye, Keeper." A male voice, youngish, in the midst of travelling to manhood, though not quite there yet. The spell allowed her to understand the strange tongue of the humans, though not to speak it: a minor magic she had memorized as part of her training as a princess of the wood elves. She tried to figure out what was going on: she remembered travelling with her entourage on their way to the Court of the River King. Her mother wished his aid against the savages and, if all had gone as planned, she would have been offered as the King's golden-haired bride, allying their Courts by marriage. There had been a raid by the wild witches, the heretical elves gone to live like the savages and mate with beasts... and then what?

"Don' you take that tone with me lad." A female voice, more mature, though from a guess, not really that much older, even by human standards. Aniyra wracked her brain and seemed to recall that humans reached 'maturity' at twenty cycles. The woman couldn't be much older than that, the boy perhaps five less. "Now is she 'wake or is she not?"

A dark-haired boy in a rough tunic and pants, not yet fully grown, perhaps not far from her guess of fifteen cycles if her reckoning was correct, came into her view and looked at her face. "Yeh," he said, and got a wadded-up cloth thrown at him for his trouble.

"Cheekier'n a chipmunk," the woman's voice came, and she moved into Aniyra's vision. Red hair, perhaps slightly younger than the 20 cycles the princess had previously estimated, with large breasts and freckles.

"You don't know what you're doing," Aniyra said. The boy stared at her blankly.
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Anonymous 16/04/17(Sun)14:20 No. 24203 ID: 3d7113

awesome, any more?




A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

PART I

James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Anonymous 15/07/20(Mon)12:46 No. 23744 ID: ba1f0b

>>23709

i would suck your sack if you wrote more (and it was any good)


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Anonymous 15/07/21(Tue)03:34 No. 23749 ID: 908e6e

>>23709
Any progress?


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Anonymous 16/04/15(Fri)08:14 No. 24199 ID: d95d41

I still jack it to the first chapter of this story every now and then.




Anonymous 16/03/23(Wed)17:02 No. 24160 ID: 284af7 [Reply]

Not sure if this is supposed to go in the request thread or not, so I apologize in advance if so.

I'm looking for someone to write an erotic short story for me in private. It will be about a girl I'm in love with but can never be with for reasons, so I'd like to find a writer who can empathize with that.

If anyone is interested in taking requests leave your email and preferably an example of your work.

Thanks in advance.

Pic unrelated.


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Waxing Carnauba 16/03/26(Sat)20:06 No. 24161 ID: 9f8439

What, like a commission, or just a spare-time project?

Send me a massage with the details of what you were thinking about... no guarantees, but if it tickles me the right way, I might be coaxed out of retirement.

You can get at my email through my ASSTR page, as well as what exists of my one 'published' erotic fiction work, here: http://www.asstr.org/info/XSDANORJXWBXAVQMXTAR.html




First taste of jizz Anonymous 16/03/16(Wed)15:11 No. 24150 ID: 5e812e [Reply]

So what was your first experience sucking down liquid DNA? Gay or straight experiences, doesn't matter. Be descriptive - age, size of wang, cut or uncut, whether you liked it or hated it. I'm trying to write some stories, but I'm a straight dude so I have none of the personal experience needed for the job. Help me out pls.


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Waxing Carnauba 16/03/22(Tue)23:53 No. 24157 ID: 92a26d

This one time, when I was young and more open-minded, I used to occasionally go down to a dark basement club. The lighting was dim, the atmosphere welcome and unjudging, the drinks were strong, and the company was good.

It was here that local musicians used to gather, some with classical training, some self-taught, occasionally we'd even get someone who was even from the metal scene...

...Anyhow, my first time, I didn't know what to expect. I was a little scared, but the excitement overcame that--the whole sensation of experimentation, of trying something new.

The whole thing was very unstructured and informal--I expected there to be some sort of a list, or a pre-determined grouping of some sort, but instead they had set up the equipment, left the stage open, and allowed people to go on and perform as they liked.

While it really did depend on the talent, my first time featured a trio who was in town together, accompanied by a rock organist and a backup guitarist. The synergy was great, and those five gave me a night to remember--it might have just been a taste of jazz in the greater context, but I've been a fan of it ever since.

Seriously, dude, there's better ways to research than a dedicated request thread. 8 seconds and a search engine could probably give you volumes of stories.




Mile High Exploding Sausage Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/12/30(Wed)07:35 No. 24063 ID: 324f43 [Reply]

Before we start, let's set expectations: This is ≈70% done, the main sex act and the ending need to be done. I should be able to finish it either this weekend, or next weekend. Same deal as Mandragora Girl, If you can't wait for the end, wait.

Other than that, enjoy. (15 y/o male/ adult female)

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“Right this way, Hon,” she said, leading me to my seat.

I was momentarily tempted to feel condescended towards, but it was clear by her thick Southern drawl that she’d have referred to the President as Hon.

I was flying across the country to start living with my father, as my mother had been promoted-slash-transferred to Shanghai. Mom and Dad had been divorced for several years, but it had been an amicable break up, and Richard had immediately offered to take me in for a few years until Sarah could get back. We all had agreed that it would be rather disruptive for me to become an ex-pat, even temporarily. Especially during high school- there was talk of me taking a gap-year in China should Mom’s posting last that long, but that was still three years away.

In the meantime, it was summer, and I was going to have to leave behind all my friends, comfortable hangouts, and practically my whole life up to this point, get on a plane, and fly from Tampa Bay to Silicon Valley.

It doesn’t help that I’m not particularly fond of flying. I’ve been a dozen times or so in my 15 years, my parents both had well paying corporate jobs that allowed us to go on some pretty nice holidays in the past. Don’t misunderstand, I’m well aware that my dislike of flying is irrational, but that’s not really helpful. I’ve read the statistics, have no particular fear of terrorists (turban wearing or otherwise), and know that driving (or in my case, being driven) was much more likely to get me killed- but seeing the ground drop away from the plane as it lifted off is just disconcerting to me.
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Bkil 15/12/31(Thu)08:26 No. 24065 ID: e03c6f

Nice story, about halfway through a couple sentences are in third person while the rest of the story is in first person.


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Anonymous 16/03/08(Tue)13:30 No. 24142 ID: f0d94f

You should continue it


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Anonymous 16/03/12(Sat)07:39 No. 24146 ID: 39ee2b

It's good. I like that it's quick to read and still maintains some notion of believably while being arousing.




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