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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.

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Anonymous 17/05/11(Thu)14:43 No. 25027 ID: 0d0d3c

I am looking for a story I read several years ago, but can't find it anywhere.
It was about a female fairy/elf that searched for shelter and found a human house, got raped there by a dog, and finally used mind control to fuck her own body while being the dog.

Can anybody help with this one?




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




Nicole Anonymous 17/03/26(Sun)23:08 No. 24958 ID: f4ad1f [Reply]

Was considering posting this elsewhere, but decided on here.

Male/Herm/Incest

When I was five, my younger sister Nicole was born. There isn’t a lot I recall about that time, other than the excitement of meeting my younger sibling, my dad taking me to the toy store the night of the birth to pick out a stuffed animal for both myself, and my soon to be sibling.

Then, things got tense. It was a bit of a blur, but my mother became very protective of my newly born sister. I recall my father saying he just wanted her to have a normal life. Something my mother apparently didn’t take kindly to.

And, so here I was, helpless, five years old, listening to my parent’s argue almost constantly, and being very confused..

My mother was extremely protective of my sister. There were none of the usual things one would expect of siblings. Bathing together, naked frolicking, etc.

I didn’t really think anything of it. I just found her annoying, as anyone would a younger sibling who followed you around and tried to constantly get your attention. “Will, Will, Will.” she’d repeat annoyingly.

And then the divorce. And my father moved out. And I, as a stupid ten year old will do, stole and crashed my mother’s car because I’d decided I wanted to live with my dad despite the courts saying otherwise. I don’t think I made it a quarter mile. It was almost comical.
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Anonymous 17/03/27(Mon)21:36 No. 24959 ID: f544e9

More


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Anonymous 17/04/14(Fri)22:05 No. 24995 ID: 845b31

How more please.


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Anonymous 17/05/23(Tue)20:25 No. 25037 ID: f4ad1f

“Whatever this is, I want in.” I said, entering the room, naked, my dick standing at attention. I noted that both my mother and sister were still hard as a rock. These girls had stamina.

“Will, this is wrong. You’re my son.”

“You know I just caught you getting fucked by your own daughter, right? Who I fucked myself just under an hour ago?”

My mother’s eyes widened, glancing back to Nicole on the bed, who was now giggling hysterically. Her dick was leaking copious amounts of cum onto her stomach.

I just stepped forward and gave my mother a hug, our dicks touching and smearing my chest with her own cum in the process. “You know, Joanna was trans?” I asked as I glanced over my shoulder to my sister,who was still leaning back on the bed, her dick hard.

“No, I… uh...”

Nicole gave me a grin and a wink, and within an instant I’d spun my mother around, and kissed her deeply, our hard dicks still rubbing up against each other. My mother briefly resisted, but then pushed back with equal force. She grabbed my dick and guided me into her dripping pussy. I reciprocated by taking her throbbing erection in my hand and began gently stroking it.

A quick glance at Nicole showed she knew what my plan was, as she’d sufficiently lubed up her own cock.
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Change is inevitable. Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/04/17(Mon)01:33 No. 24998 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

My name is Seamus. Yeah, I know. Pronounced Shay-muss. I come from an Irish family. We came to America a few years before I was born. My father ran a Bar and nightclub until he and my mother were killed in a plane crash when I was 25. I had been living on my own for a few years at that point, working a steady job at a goth nightclub alongside a good friend of mine, Johnny, who was half Irish and half Japanese. I had to take a month off of work to deal with all the arrangements. They were thankfully understanding. Johnny was there for me the whole time, and his little sister Alice would come over with him now and again. She was such a cute little thing, with her almond-shaped brilliant green eyes, pale skin, and slightly ruddy cheeks. She'd sit with me for hours at a time playing videogames and listening to music, and being surprisingly intelligent for a 10 year old. Johnny would joke that she had a crush on me and she'd poke him in the ribs and tell him to stop. I was incredibly thankful for their company in my time of need. A couple months later the funeral was held, and dad, a former IRA fighter, was a devout catholic, so we had a catholic service and burial, Father Davis once again asking me to come to sunday service. I politely refused, as always. I've not cared for religion since I was a child.

After a couple more months, I decided to leave my job at the club and head off to college to get a degree. I said goodbye to my friends, little Alice giving me a great big hug, and off I went. A few years later I had a few trade licenses under my belt, and I got to work as a contractor back home. It was slow going at first, but after a few months I had a pretty decent business going, and had purchased a nice apartment and a motorcycle. Johnny had been busy, and called me up to go over and hang out that weekend. I had a job I was headed to early saturday but promised to show up afterwards.

That saturday I headed out to the job site, where they wanted me to assist in rewiring some office building undergoing renovations. Sweaty, dirty work, and by the end of it I was tired, sweaty, and covered in some kind of plastic dust. A promise is a promise, though, so I headed over to Johnny's place with a quick stop for a bottle of whiskey and a quick change of clothes at home. His house was gorgeous. His parents had purchased this little run-down old victorian house, fixed it up, and sold it to him under the instruction that he let Alice live there too so she could go to school in the city, then they moved on to flip another house. Apparently they'd been doing this for years before him and I had met at the club. Perfect house for a goth, really. Green shingles, dark red brick, and green wooden siding. I knocked at the door, and Johnny opened it with a big grin on his face.
"Great to see you, man. How've you been?" He said, motioning me inside.
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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/05/05(Fri)00:29 No. 25023 ID: ef02bd

>>25020
much appreciated. next chapter may take a bit because my laptop needs keyboard repairs to fix a few bridged circuits and I lack the tools. probably gonna let a friend do it this weekend.


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Anonymous 17/05/17(Wed)12:15 No. 25030 ID: 7f05fa

I'm looking forward to your next post!


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Monochrome!!V0LzHmBTIw 17/05/23(Tue)12:02 No. 25036 ID: ef02bd

I have the laptop back but repairs failed. my keyboard is fried. fucking proprietary HP bullshit is expensive to replace, so later this week I'll pick up an external keyboard and continue the story, since doing any large amount of typing on the onscreen keyboard is fucking annoying. this craptop is at the end of its' lifespan anyways.




The New Box | TG, MF TG_Wave 17/05/20(Sat)06:48 No. 25034 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

Hey all, I'm a TG erotica author. I've actually written a bunch of stories (some for sale), but I'm about half way through my magnum opus, a TG story about cheerleaders, drugs and bodysuits. Its more complex than anything I've ever attempted, but I really, really want to get it right. If I had someone willing to edit it and/or bounce ideas off would help me make it everything I think it can be.

Truthfully, all of my stories could use an editor, but even my wife doesn't know the content of the smut I write, so I'm asking if anyone here is interested. Without this site, I never would have published any of my stories, so I wanted to come back and ask for help one more time.

Following this is one of my shorter stories (which I'd be happy to receive feedback on), but all my erotica is available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mithrilmight
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The New Box
By EC

David was unbelievably, undeniably, overwhelmingly bored. Grimly he fiddled with his phone, debating another round Candy Crush as the minutes crawled by. Sunlight poured through the window, but David wasn’t deceived, it was mightily cold outside. He sank deeper into the old couch, ignoring the draft from the old windows, checking his phone for any new messages that had arrived in the last thirty seconds.

Since his university was all but abandoned during the long weekend, David had unexpectedly decided to return to his childhood home, only to discover his parents had left for a cruise without telling him. He had the old Victorian house to himself, but things had changed since high school and many of his friends were off working or spending the weekend on their own college campuses. Loneliness formed an oppressive weight that dulled his senses. Minutes passed like minuscule eternities while he struggled with extreme cabin fever. None of his friends were around to help lift the fog of depression that had settled all about him.
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/ss/ Daughters of Lilith / LRLB Interactive Fiction /ss/ M5k 17/05/18(Thu)21:32 No. 25033 ID: 499534 [Reply]

For a long while on the /ss/ board, I was making longform caption-sets about a cult/mafia called the Daughters of Lilith. I finished that caption project, but I felt like there was more to explore with the Lilians, and especially the Pagans. I've started making Twine stories with a little battle component, similar to CoC, but much more linear and storylike. They're choose your own adventure books with a little RPG battle system, and the battle is sex.

Anyway, I've been writing these for a while, and I think they're ready to show off. My full site is below, but links to the stories will be first. Keep in mind that these are all works in progress, and are updated weekly.

LRLB Wakamakaze : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/LRLB%20Wakamakaze.html
LRLB Sagishiroi : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/LRLB%20Sagishiroi.html
LRLB Dragamiere : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/LRLB%20Dragamiere.html

BattleBase Test : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/Tester.html

Stairwell Cartel: https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/Stairwell%20Cartel.html

Full Site : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/
Info about LRLB : http://lrlbtaisen.blogspot.md/

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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 17/03/09(Thu)07:37 No. 24949 ID: 5a24ab

>>24945
>>24904
>>24946
My sincere apologies to you all as I conquer the hurdle of writer's block and pick myself up from the technological avalanche of failures to say, the next entry is half finished and will be out soon.


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Anonymous 17/03/09(Thu)11:10 No. 24950 ID: d8324d

thanks for the update


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Anonymous 17/05/17(Wed)17:12 No. 25032 ID: e22b1d

>>24949
Thanks, any progress?




Lets Hold Hands Anonymous 16/12/31(Sat)08:54 No. 24859 ID: 375e0d [Reply]

Tags: incest, M(17)g(11), kinda vanilla other than maybe a trap showing up later maybe

I want more stories where incest hook ups are more deliberate as opposed to "Caught ya naked/masturbating, let's fug." So I tried this out. I set the girl's age at 11, but the way I wrote her dialogue might be more appropriate for like 14 or something. Who knows? I'm new at this and am desperate for feedback

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Everyone's heard the expression of wells running dry, right? What I did was more like filling the whole damn thing up with rocks, or poison. Had no one else to blame but myself, too. Really, man. I didn't realize how lucky I was till after I fucked everything up. I mean, I ended up finding a new well, so to speak, and honestly the set up I've got now is waaayy better. But anyway, I guess I'll start from the beginning, right?

I'm a junior at Cadia Christian Academy high school, and holy shit the girls here are fucking heavenly. Wow, why can't I be witty like that for English class? Anyway, way more often than not the girls are either hot, gorgeous, beautiful, or a combination of all of the above with some cute and adorable sprinkled in. Also, what they say about Christian girls being sluts? True. But, like. They're complicated and contradictory sluts. That's exactly why I'm in this situation in the first place. Wait, was I supposed to tell you more about me before getting to that part?

People sometimes kinda poke fun at me for being the quintessential jock type. I'm not the star quarterback, but I'm tall (6'2"), and I for sure have gains (220 pounds, like 17% body fat or something last I checked). You kinda gotta be big to be a linebacker, you know? I'm not afraid to admit I'm not the smartest dude, either. It took so much God damn effort to get a C in chemistry. And algebra. And history and english and... you get the idea. I'm lucky and grateful for my genetics, though- big and fit, brown hair and blue eyes, and I guess kinda charming? Mainly I just know how to play to my strengths without freaking out when I talk to girls. That's what worked on dozens of Cadia Christian Academy girls, so I'll take it.

I've got a raging libido, so it was pretty damn great that so many girls at CCA were down to fuck or mess around. The key was discretion, mostly. That, and paying attention. It's important for keeping up appearances. Like, say last week I was talking to Esther, this smoking senior girl. On the surface we talked about bible verses and Godly living, mainly so our beloved puritanical teachers and staff wouldn't be suspicious. But, when we started making eyes at eachother, there was a different context completely. At that point, all she had to do was mention how her parents go to bible study wedensday nights, but she st Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/02/25(Sat)20:32 No. 24940 ID: e22b1d

>>24880
This is great, please keep going with it!


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Anonymous 17/04/04(Tue)08:01 No. 24965 ID: 2fa7c7

Please op come back


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Anonymous 17/05/17(Wed)17:12 No. 25031 ID: e22b1d

>>24867
This really needs to carry on, OP.




Freeuse world kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/23(Sun)19:24 No. 25007 ID: 325c8c [Reply]

Reality unchecked, morality unchecked, integrity unchecked, logic unchecked. This reality makes little sense.

In this world there is two different chaste living in harmony, The Normals, the vast majority of the people, the working class, the smart, the useful, the people that makes the things work and life worth. And the second chaste, The Free, The Free people renounces all rights of ownership and morality, The Free are not tools for The Normal, The Free can not be owned, The Free can only be used.

Becoming a Free implies renouncing all rights, nothing done to you is illegal, except being forever bounded to ownership.

Anyone at the age of 18 can choose to be Free.

This is a freeuse society.

Part I. Choosing.

Chris looked through the window of the school at the streets down, two business men where walking out of a coffee shop and talking to each other, a Free girl was sleeping naked on a bench. As if day dreaming, Chris saw them stopping and poking her to get up and suck their cocks while they kept chatting about whatever they where talking about.
“Pay me” said one of the other students on the room to a different one, they had bet the girl would not sleep for more than 15 minutes until someone else used her, she was a popular one, large tits, long dark hair, clumped now with dry cum, people insisted on cleaning their cocks on her hair. Chris sighed almost unnoticeable, but one of his classmates looked at him, smiled and winked. Chris blushed and looked away, his heart beating like a drum.

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kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/28(Fri)07:28 No. 25012 ID: d65f6e

Universe FR3353X. Chapter 1.01

how much money can you spend on a Free? well, that depends on you, the Free don’t mind at all.

Chapter 1.01 Ownership and sharing

Owning a Free goes against the basic core of their existence, however the Normal have the constant desire of things and people, the desire that the Free let go, so some Normal sometimes get attached to a Free and keep them around, feed them, clothe them, and use them in different ways, it doesn’t always have to be sexual but it usually is. However the Normals that keep those Frees under their care can’t claim ownership over them, so if anyone wants to take them and use them they can’t stop them under any circumstance.

It’s rare for a Free to use a name, they don’t really have a right to one, and Normals rarely ask them anyway.

This Free was bound to a house, not by ownership, but because Normals knew that the houselady just liked to have him around, and it was polite to ask for him and returning him relatively unharmed, today was one of such cases, Letiana birthday party was coming up and she needed to release some steam after the whole week of planning and work was being slowed by some cunt in the accounting department that was blocking a shipment because some paperwork she refused to do, but that didn’t really matter much, Letiana just needed someone to have a good fuck that could stand for as long as she needed him.

The Free man had been under her lady training for the last three years, he had been taken under her care just a few months after he signed to become Free. He was forced to run for hours everyday, and then to masturbate for her for at least one whole hour without cuming, and then he had to do more exercise, the houselady just liked to see his muscles flexing and shining, he was a pretty house decoration after all, so when letiana came to ask for him she found the Free man massaging the houselady as he did everyday after she came from work, he didn’t really spoke, in fact most Free weren’t encouraged to, their opinion didn’t really matter much.

The transaction was a mere politeness exchange, Letiana could have just grab him and took him away, but she wasn’t rude, so she just asked the houselady for him, and of course the houselady didn’t had any reason not to give him away, as she didn’t have any reason to be mad if the Free never returned after that, she had already lost quite a few of her house decorations in the passing years, and the idea of training a new one wasn’t without her enthrallment.
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Anonymous 17/05/13(Sat)00:37 No. 25029 ID: 819375

I definitely like it. Although I do think a bit more of info on the backend regarding the Free would help the story (but I am sure you will go into that more as he goes through the process). But I was wondering about things such what do they eat? Its not like they have money to buy food or anything, so are there like homeless shelter kind of setups but for Free or something kind of idea?

I am also not sure what direction you plan on going in in terms of how light/dark the storyline is, but I think it would be good to atleast touch on the dangers and how its viewed or dealt with. Like this is a super super dark example, but based on what we have been told then everything is free game except messing with their barcode. But I mean they have to have some kind of rights. So for the example, say you had a sadist who liked to torture people. Would it be okay for him to just start mutilating Free on the street? What is done for them medical care wise? There is definitely a part of the population which likes things.... rough. Or hell even if they get in an accident, free medical care wherever kind of idea i suppose?

I guess my point being is that unless the story has the potential to get extremely dark, it would be good to set up more...... codes of conduct or rights of the Free.

And also what happens if someone changes their mind? A few months being a Free and they absolutely hate it and refuse to cooperate, what happens then? Or are you going to have something like a required surgery or undergo some sort of mind control to ensure that they are always cooperative and do as they are told, and possibly even receive pleasure when they obey, and pain if they dont kind of idea. But need some method of ensuring that it is a one way street as the direction you seem to be taking it.




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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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/04(Thu)12:26 No. 25021 ID: 07bd1b

>>25015

>buying panties online is expensive

Or go to Wal-Mart and buy 'em for two bucks a pop.

>Not eating until OP delivers

You're gonna look like a typhus victim then, assuming you live long enough.

Fear not: I'm nearly done with the next chapter (or, really, second half of the current chapter), I just need to have time to get around to it. Nothing catastrophic has happened to me (recently), just super busy.


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Waxing Carnauba 17/05/04(Thu)23:19 No. 25022 ID: dae653

>I bought panties with frogs and white panties with a blue ribbon on ebay.

Welcome to the FBI watch list.


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Anonymous 17/05/12(Fri)09:21 No. 25028 ID: b59e2d

>>25021
You got this, OP. I believe in you!!




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