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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!


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25501 Anonymous 18/04/10(Tue)07:53 No. 25502 ID: 0eb53f

Much obliged. Indeed, it was this story. I think the author might have actually changed a bit at the end rather than being another story.




READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.
Adios,
Cowboy




Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


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My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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Anonymous 18/04/15(Sun)07:37 No. 25511 ID: 7a6009

A pity this fell to the second page. It's one of the better reads.


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Anonymous 18/04/16(Mon)11:34 No. 25512 ID: 9e9c30

I'm in wholehearted agreement with these; this is one of the best stories I've read for a while and can't wait for the next installments. Good going IrishDevil and keep it up!


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IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 18/04/23(Mon)19:19 No. 25521 ID: ec10a0

hey folks, things around here have been rather busy. Between job searching and trying to get my shit together it's been a bit rough. I'll likely be getting the next update out within a few days though.




A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f


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Anonymous 18/04/10(Tue)18:53 No. 25503 ID: e4b8b7

If I'm honest, the ending of the Nancy thread was the only one that I was less than fully satisfied by, so a story giving her a well thought through and wholehearted comeuppance would be well received; I hope you write it. Thanks for the time and effort you've put in for our benefits.


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The+Bard 18/04/10(Tue)21:05 No. 25504 ID: 2f5c67

>>25503

Working on it now. In the planning phase, so for a 7000-10,000 word short story... Give me a month or two. Once I actually get down to writing it, it should take a week, but the plotting phase usually takes me a little bit to chew on.


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Anonymous 18/04/23(Mon)12:34 No. 25520 ID: c60b6a

Can't wait




Country Child Brides odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/04/13(Fri)20:20 No. 25508 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

This is another one of those "I have more planned out, I will write it if anyone shows interest in it" deals.

Tags: Mf, mf, ff, urine, cum, light bondage


Susan’s legs began to quiver and shake, as she felt her bladder burst, and the happy warmth that had been building up inside her leak all over her legs and onto her husband’s hand. She grunted and moaned softly, hugging the muscular arm that was almost as big as she was, that was controlling the hand that was diddling her.

When her cookie box had finished quivering, her husband took her off the table, and lay her on the floor. He straddled over the little girl’s face, erect wee in hand. Susan began to compliantly kiss and lick the thick reddish wee, taking its mushroom shaped head into her little mouth, and sucking the syrupy wee juice from it like juice from an overripe peach.

Soon her husband began to quiver and shake. Susan tried to open her mouth to prepare for what was coming, but she was too tiny: torrents of wee milk filled her mouth too quickly for her to swallow, and spilled onto her face.

He squatted over her for half a minute, coating her face and hair with his wee milk. When he was done, he knelt beside her, hugging her, patting her, stroking her blond hair, tangled with dried clumps of wee milk that had been there for weeks. Susan felt a warm quiver of satisfaction that she was able to satisfy her man so well. She couldn’t wait until she began her monthly flow, and could give him a baby.

They kissed softly, as his hands ventured back to her cookie box...

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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)16:37 No. 25518 ID: 8115d2

Continue.


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Anonymous 18/04/23(Mon)12:30 No. 25519 ID: c60b6a

Yes, please continue. Although this isn't normally the kind of story I find interesting, I fascinated to find out where it's going and how this strange world came to be.




Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 18/04/20(Fri)14:34 No. 25514 ID: 93166e

>>25506
It's a low-traffic website.Some threads here are five years old


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OP!T1tXaJv9os 18/04/20(Fri)23:41 No. 25515 ID: c34b76

>>25514

THIS thread is six years old. It'll disappear eventually without bumps, but leaving the front page isn't the end of the world.


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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)08:14 No. 25517 ID: 56b278

>>25515
Hey OP, you doing all right?




My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
I have walked for the last two days and have finally reached the edge of the valley. I am sitting on the rim of what I can only assume is a old volcano bowl. There is a sizable lake at the very bottom of the crater that I was t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/04/14(Sat)06:05 No. 25509 ID: ec175d

I can't find the words to express how amazing this story is. So I will just say "this is fucking great! "


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Anonymous 18/04/19(Thu)19:07 No. 25513 ID: c001b8

spiderfiend. I read this when you first posted it and loved the style in which you wrote it. I don't know why, but didn't comment at the time as I should have done, so I hope this doesn't come too late and that you still view this occasionally. Excellent story and I would love to see more from you, as I'm sure others would too. If there is anyone else out there who enjoyed this take less than 5 minutes to let the author know. Thanks again


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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)04:24 No. 25516 ID: 7232f7

this is an amazing story. truly, i mean it




A Quiet Evening At Home (Mf+ ped inc beast extreme) Nicholas+Fellheimer 10/08/17(Tue)08:32 No. 9392 ID: 7b23cd [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Anonymous 17/09/16(Sat)09:34 No. 25146 ID: 3ce23c

Here:
https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=15949428


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sisters forcing brother 2 eat shit Jay Proctor 18/02/04(Sun)04:37 No. 25334 ID: 6ba0dd

I have a strong scat fetish and a even stronger sister feeding me her shit day in and day out.


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Submissive sluts Anonymous 18/03/19(Mon)12:06 No. 25462 ID: 07ec27

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Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.

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I

Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Izu 18/01/14(Sun)12:09 No. 25294 ID: 7d941a

>>25279
I said I'd be adding into ADDventure but never really got to it. I find it pretty confusing, having no proper UI and all.

And I deleted my chapter 9, could use a rewrite on it, found it too cringy for myself.


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Crushermach3 18/01/15(Mon)00:35 No. 25295 ID: d44b90

>>25294
>I find it pretty confusing, having no proper UI and all
wut?

You just click a blank option you want to use, click accept, and paste in your episode. Then all you gotta do is check some boxes and write in some other things (episode title, continuation options, etc).

Anyways, grotto's incomplete chapter 7 isn't added yet. We'll have to wait until that's finished before anyone can do anything involving those events.


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Anon 18/04/12(Thu)22:55 No. 25505 ID: eb7e5d

Where can I find more second skin fetish stuff like this




Anonymous 18/04/06(Fri)19:30 No. 25500 ID: 138b4e [Reply]

Pretty sure you're looking for "Loving Yvonne" by Jokermon. It's floated around but is currently on Literorica.

https://www.literotica.com/s/loving-yvonne

I could've sworn there was a version where they wins up having a daughter with a similiar predicament, but that may have been another story entirely.




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