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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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Anonymous 17/12/13(Wed)01:13 No. 25223 ID: 49ccd1

>>25210

Here you go. Web Archive has chapters 1 through 7.

https://web.archive.org/web/20130603224744/http://stories.xnxx.com:80/profile391811/DoomCock




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




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

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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The+Bard 17/12/13(Wed)03:39 No. 25224 ID: b3638e

So I was banned for spamming for a reason I am not entirely sure about but I suspect it was for name dropping the brand of purse. No biggie, I would have posted this last night but you get it now. I will try not to get slapped with the naughty stick again:

(David)

“Hello, Mr. Simmons. I’m Nancy Patterson from the East Coast Times. Can I ask you a few questions?”

She was dressed in a sharp dark blue pantsuit, black heels, and an expensive name brand black purse that for some strange reason filled me with dread. It was like there was in or around it, it threatened me. Her makeup was put on with military precision. Every instinct I had was telling me to slam the door in a lock it.

"What can I do for you," I asked her, bemused. She smiled the way a cat smiles at a mouse.

"You can invite me in." Um, hell no.

"What do you want?"

"Just to ask you some questions," she says as she pulls out a handheld recorder.
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Anonymous 17/12/14(Thu)08:49 No. 25226 ID: ab7de3

Looking forward to more. Great story. Keep it up.


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Anonymous 17/12/16(Sat)05:29 No. 25228 ID: ab7de3

Don't abandon us OP.




The Umbrella Hitch (Mg, loli, voy, slow) AnonyMPC 16/07/18(Mon)18:37 No. 24459 ID: a609fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Anonymous 17/12/01(Fri)04:53 No. 25207 ID: 880f7e

>>25206

Anony does things on his own schedule. One bad review won't change that.


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Anonymous 17/12/10(Sun)23:32 No. 25220 ID: 4a8a34

does anyone have the picture that was drawn for molestr its been deleted on pixiv


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Anonymous 17/12/14(Thu)15:07 No. 25227 ID: cb6863

>>25201
Not true,i've always wanted a sequel to Molestr.I'm hype.On the off-chance you read this comment,can you tell if Phoebe is going to be in the sequel or do you prefer to keep that information secret ?




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 17/12/01(Fri)14:45 No. 25208 ID: db85e4

I think the flow seemed natural enough, It's more believable story my only issues might be in flushing out the brother's character a bit more, we know he is self absorb and cold, at first I thought he had been abusing his sister then I thought he was distant, it seems odd he never talks about girls or sex or dating in the span of an entire year.


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Anonymous 17/12/02(Sat)22:45 No. 25209 ID: 6d0371

I just appreciate the fact he finished inside of her. That's really what made it for me.

Hopefully she will enjoy it more in the future, but the fact it wasn't perfect this time is what makes this story so real.


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/12/13(Wed)08:00 No. 25225 ID: 6683c5

The next morning I stumbled out in my boxers, poured a bowl of cereal, and sat at the table, waiting for my brain to wake up. Maybe I should start drinking coffee.

Sara wandered in, hair sticking in all directions, night shirt sagging off one shoulder and wearing the cartoon frog panties from yesterday and I suddenly didn't need any caffeine to wake up.

"Mornin' kiddo."

"Mornin'."

I poured her a bowl of cereal and she flopped into her chair and started crunching away, staring into the void at That Which Man Was Not Meant To Know, located roughly in the center of the table. She was definitely not a morning person.

"How you feel?"

"Sore."

"Sore?"
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Any story like this? tog 17/11/10(Fri)07:08 No. 25190 ID: fb7c47 [Reply]

The other day I was going through some old boxes and found my old Gameboy with a copy of the first Final Fantasy in still in it and ended up playing it for a few hours, which I had fun with. To get straight to the point, I was wondering if anyone knew of any stories that were more or less a smutty version of FFI; a simple fantasy adventure in which the heroes travel the world, slay monsters, rescue the princess and save the world. Only with lots of sex.

Bonus points if it's about a single man traveling with a party of ladies.


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Anonymous 17/11/10(Fri)11:24 No. 25191 ID: 0c2267

the anime konosuba is the closest i can suggest.
i hope someone else has some good stories to share.

we can start writing one if you like.

also nice find with the gameboy. i lost mine ages ago, and i've moved several times since, but i did spot one in a record store of all places in florida a couple years back, just sitting behind the counter, and i asked if it was for sale, and the guy said "i dunno" and i said "i need it i'll buy it i only have $30 cash on me right now but i'll give it to you right now sell it to me" and he said "ok" and then BAM i had an old gameboy color again. went on eBay when i got back to the house and got myself a new pokemon silver cartridge with a fresh memory battery right away. fuckin' awesome.

anyways, i'm glad you got to play some old games again. makes me terribly nostalgic and depressed and happy and all messed up, but still awesome.

oh, anyways, yeah i hope somebody grabs a sweet story soon.
and check out konosuba.


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tog 17/12/09(Sat)07:21 No. 25217 ID: fb7c47

>>25191
Managed to get around and watching this suggestion. Only around six episodes in and I'm really liking what I'm seeing; I love how all the main characters are varying degrees of idiots, and I always had a soft spot for stories where the characters that end up saving the world are the least competent people around.

So thanks for that suggestion.




Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."

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I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 17/07/09(Sun)07:09 No. 25087 ID: 9fa565

>>24664

I need the rest of this story in my life. Just stumbled here and read through the whole thing.


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fuuuuuuuuuck Anonymous 17/07/21(Fri)01:10 No. 25099 ID: d68ed0

So I just found this lovely gem and have really been enjoying it. Would love to see how you wrap this up, Soli.


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Anonymous 17/11/22(Wed)13:04 No. 25196 ID: baf96e

Update?




young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 ID: aecf9f [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 17/10/30(Mon)21:10 No. 25183 ID: dcfd3b

>>25182
PLEASE


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Anonymous 17/11/05(Sun)01:45 No. 25185 ID: 6b454a

>>25182
Please, please do. This is one of the best stories out there.


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Anonymous 17/11/07(Tue)23:52 No. 25189 ID: 6b454a

>>25182
>>25182
Dude, you have to post more. It’s so good.




A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]
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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!


A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]




Chapter 1: Man Up


“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)03:42 No. 24768 ID: 738f66

>>24766
Please. Stop. He could've been nicer but you are seriously one of the factors killing the board.


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bump Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)08:17 No. 25043 ID: 57b8e2

Bump bump bump bumpbump


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Anonymous 17/10/30(Mon)00:52 No. 25181 ID: 55cc6b

>>25043
Bump mafakas




The Clarks Anonymous 16/06/05(Sun)18:39 No. 24311 ID: 98fd99 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Julie Clark was 10 years old the first time she masturbated. It was a cool night in March, the moon was full, and she used a well washed Gel Pen. With her feet propped up against a wall, a battery operated LED lantern at her side, and a full length mirror ahead of her, she nervously prodded at her tingling nethers with the smooth round plastic cap of her pen.

She froze at every noise, the cat's collar jingling away downstairs, the house settling, an errant branch striking a window. Every single sound was a potential alarm, signaling the approach of her parents to punish her for this wanton act.

That worry soon faded the instant the side of her pen slid across her clitoris. Her free hand swung back to hold her up and grip at the soft blue carpeting of her floor as her muscles instantly malfunctioned. Surprised gasp soon turned to furtive rhythmic pants as each stroke of the pen against the needy nub sent heart pounding, tummy tightening, leg wobbling, toe curling jolts of electric thrill that rocked her pre-pubescent frame like a trailer in Tornado Alley.

She felt moist heat slowly slide down her crotch and saw her hot pink privates glisten in the stark white light of her lantern. If any part of her wanted to be curious, stop, and investigate, it was quickly bound, gagged, and drowned in the river of astonishing sensation. Her body grew tighter, the heat in her belly sky rocketed, the universe around her seemed to shrink to a single point until finally, boom. Stars danced in her eyes, she lost her balance and thumped against carpet hard, writhing and wriggling as she bit her lip to stifle the almost unstoppable squeaks that came along with the explosion.

As her brain stopped clicking the on-off switch of her consciousness and her heartbeat finally slowed, the thing she would remember most about that night came into focus for the very first time.

It was the sight of her eighteen-year-old brother Nick, on the living room couch, fingering his girlfriend, Lori. Of course, at the time, she didn't know that word. All she knew for sure was that she was sitting in his lap, and his hand was past the waistband of her skirt.

That singular moment of voyeurism carried her through repeat sessions for almost a year. Until one day she saw them leave the school cafeteria and sneak over to a shady spot on campus, where Lori gave her brother a blowjob.

His hair was dark down there, she'd lifted his shirt so Julie could see his abs flexing as Lori teased and suckled at him like a popsicle. In that second stolen moment, Nick Clark ceased being just her beloved older brother, but the star supreme of her sexual awakening.
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Anonymous 17/10/22(Sun)07:20 No. 25167 ID: 965af2

>>25165
Sorry folks, I just haven't had the motivation to continue.


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Anonymous 17/10/24(Tue)17:31 No. 25176 ID: 3def79

I read all the time...and not just stuff on chans. I can honestly say this is some of the best writing I've ever read! You've had me laughing and crying and very aroused! It would be a shame if you stopped writing this story, because you have a superior talent for telling a story!


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Anonymous 17/10/29(Sun)06:34 No. 25180 ID: 40b196

I too would like the story to continue but if you don't feel like writing that's fair enough. Thanks for the update regardless.




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