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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 19/01/16(Wed)19:58 No. 25924 ID: c49a13

Looking for the one that was on here years ago where the guy gets sent to trap school cause he’s getting bullied at his normal 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.

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.


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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IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 19/01/06(Sun)02:02 No. 25915 ID: ec10a0

After that day, things were fairly quiet for the next month. Bree would occasionally give me an odd look, but beyond that and the occasional flirty visit from one of her friends, usually Maven, the cottage was nice and quiet. Having estimated that I could get almost enough steel from the shrapnel the hospital had pulled out of me for a mid-sized knife, thanks mostly to the rather large chunk that had been pulled from my head(several inches long, thank Christ for my thick skull!), and had been spending several weeks making sketches, which were hanging on the wall by the old cooking hearth in the goodroom.
I had been standing on a Saturday checking the scar on my head in the mirror when I had heard Bree behind me saying "I like this one. This one's cool!"
Turning, I saw the sketch she had been pointing to, which was inspired by a medieval ballock dagger, long and slender with a lobed swell near the guard, which if done properly would blend nicely into a guard reminiscent of testicles, hence the name of the style of knife. "What's it called?" she asked me.
"Oh, that'd be a Ballock dagger." I answered.
She laughed at the name, and I explained further "It's very old. They used them before even the Romans came to Britain. I was thinking of how nice that one would look if I made it out of damascus steel with a bog oak handle."
"Pretty..." she said, putting it back and picking up another one. "How about this one? This is cool too!"
She held up a sketch I had spent a lot of time on, on a day I'd had a lot of pain and headaches due to rain. A chunkier looking survival knife, sort of halfway between a chisel and a fighting knife, meant more for woodwork than anything else.
"I wouldn't know what to call that one, maybe a woodsman's knife with a chisel tip?" I said in response.
"What about both of em? Like, combining the two styles?"
I quickly sketched a rough profile, a tapering blade with an angular, chisel-like tip and a flat pommel, showing it to her "Something like this?"
Her eyes lit up "Ooooooh it looks like something from the future! You should make it!" She said, snatching the paper from me.
I laughed out loud, she gave me a hug, and told me "Do it when you're healed enough!"
"If I did it now I think the hammer'd break me arm!" I agreed with her.
We spent a few hours drawing and redrawing all kinds of sketches. She was a far better artist that I was, and drew up some beautiful and intricate designs for swords and axes and all kinds of fantasy characters. I made a note that I'd have to teach her to play Dungeons and Dragons sometime.

Anonymous 19/01/07(Mon)20:44 No. 25918 ID: 760e1e

OP delivers! Can't wait for the next chapter, hope work has died down for you

IrishDevil!!OyMTH0MzH5 19/01/19(Sat)08:50 No. 25928 ID: ec10a0

Muzzleflash in the middle of the night in the desert. The smell of smoke and sweat and singed flesh. Some things you just get used to. Others you don't.
I woke with a start in the middle of the night, my left hand searching for my right shoulder to stop the bleeding of a bullet wound that wasn't there anymore and hadn't been for 15 years except in the form of a pinkish scar. Unfortunately I had other, much more recent wounds to worry about. I had torn a stitch that had nearly finished healing.
"Aw, Christ." I grunted, the shredded and bloody face of some Afghani teenager fading from my vision. Flashbacks. I hadn't had many of those lately. I clamped a couple fingers to my side where the stitch had torn. Yep. Definitely bleeding. Nothing unmanageable though.
"What's the matter?" Said Bree from the doorway, "I'd gotten up to get a drink and heard you thrashin about in your sleep and...uh, you're bleeding again. What can I do?"
Pointing to a prepared package of surgical thread and a needle I told her "Tore a stitch. Grab those. I can handle it."
"Oh my god no we need to call the doctor!" She said, reaching for my cellphone on the nightstand.
"Nah. Small stitch. Not worth bothering them over."
She handed me the thread and needle, and I showed her briefly how to prepare it, run a quick alcohol swab over the wound, etc. I had her pinch the skin together a bit("Ew, gross, dad!") and with the wall mirror's assistance it only took a couple of minutes for me to stitch the small, not even an inch long wound together rather neatly. I cursed under my breath the entire time of course, much to Bree's amusement.
"How'd you tear the stitch?" She asked. I briefly explained that I'd done it in my sleep and had woken up with a flashback.
"You never talk about those." She said. "Tell me about it."
"I'll spare you the details." I answered.
"No you won't." She countered, gently poking my side near the wound.
"OW! Alright, but I warned you." I started. So I told her the story.
It had been near to the end of my time in Afghanistan. We were staking out a known insurgent hideout, a small building with an underground tunnel we'd found. They had me hiding in a building across the street, where a couple of friendlies were trying to help us out. When things started, they were to start from both locations, one team coming up from the tunnels we had found, and one coming into the building from street level.
It started fast and only got faster as things went, and it didn't take long before they found out where I was. I think I'd gotten 5 shots off before a lucky shot had hit my position and it was no longer tenable to stay still. I radioed in and was given the go ahead to get down to street Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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.



Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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erotic literature asghar ali 18/12/19(Wed)18:26 No. 25897 ID: a32471

i have read several books on the above topic

puppyloverdawn mysteryshopper 18/12/26(Wed)13:47 No. 25901 ID: 1437e3

Does anyone know how Puppyloverdawn fits into all these short stories. She is mentioned as a thanks in a few of them. And she even has very similar stories herself written here. https://www.asstr.org/~LS/authors/ppp.html#xpuppyloverdawn
also here:

Is Puppyloverdawn just another alias or username or something, or is it a completely different author. She wrote my favourtie arotic story ever, Lost in the city, so nasty. I cum every time i read it.

Anonymous 19/01/18(Fri)07:00 No. 25925 ID: 485569

I know that Nick did an edit on 'David's Sweet Revenge,' here:
... and that he was in contact with PuppyLoverDawn through email.

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


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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tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 18/10/19(Fri)03:45 No. 25839 ID: 4c5c71

Well, those are some awesome new chapters. Thank you!

Anonymous 18/11/07(Wed)15:43 No. 25858 ID: c054a2

Fantastic story what will happen with Jamie next

Anonymous 19/01/13(Sun)11:48 No. 25923 ID: 9827a1


Lost Erotic Story (Loli, Incest, Bestiality) ErrorInvalid 19/01/04(Fri)06:14 No. 25912 ID: 366623 [Reply]

I can't remember where I found this story and I'm hoping someone who has read it knows where it is, or something similar.

It started with a brother babysitting his younger sister, and is tired of her. It escalates when he tricks her into wearing his father's big "onaholed" teddy bear, his father comes home and the brother panics leaving his sister in his father's bedroom stuck in the bear. The father is drunk and doesn't realize stuff is moved in his room. He quickly just does his nightly ritual involving his big cock and the bear in bed. It feels way better than it should but he just fucks her for hours with his cock in her, even while passed out. The brother tries to retrieve her and (here is where my memory gets fuzzy) he ends up in the hallway with her still inside and something happens. Next thing I remember is the family dog mounts the teddy. (Fuzzy Memory) Then the daughter becomes sexually broken, slightly addicted to her father's cock, he figures it out and the family environment improves as a result.

Anonymous 19/01/04(Fri)13:33 No. 25913 ID: 33f382

Well I’ve never heard of this story but I’m now urgently in favour of it being found!

Anonymous 19/01/07(Mon)01:42 No. 25916 ID: bc6b7f

It's not a story, it's a game called Stuffed. You can find it on 8ch's /hgg/.

Nikki (Schoolgirl, Slut, domination/submission, looootta nosex) Anonymous 13/11/05(Tue)13:46 No. 20097 ID: c8435a [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hey dudes, I wrote this on 4chan while requesting something on /r/. It's written in 4chan style, with the main character as Anon Ymous, but it's basically a Mills & Boone. That means it takes a fucking AGE to get to the juicy bits. If you like nosex give it a go!

It's half finished at the moment, but I haven't stopped at a cliffhanger, there is some resolution.

Tell me what ya think. :)


Be me in highschool. Tall, awkward, wiry. I was never sure why Nicole sat next to me in business class but I was glad she did. She was a year older than me, and I was considered a gifted child so while I took the advanced courses she took the remedial, that meant we had a lot of classes together.

We became friends, I can't say for sure what we talked about or what we had in common, but we passed notes during quiet time and hung out on morning tea break. Thinking back to those times is like watching a silent film, I can see our lips moving, the motion of her laughing, but I can't hear her voice. Green eyes, freckles, red hair. Her image still flashes in my mind when I masturbate. I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I realised, but at some point in the early 2000's, a teenaged version of me realised that Nicole Fisher was going to be his first.

"Hey, do you wanna have a threesome?" It was probably around when she said that. I remember turning red, dropping my pencil and staring at her like a frightened animal. I don't remember saying anything in response, but she pressed her hand against my shoulder and said, "With me and my boyfriend!"
I shook my head. What was she saying?! She was a year older than me, she said her boyfriend had a huge dick! What if I embarass myself? She's just saying it to make fun of me. Thoughts like these turned over in my head and I kept quiet. I'm not old enough to have sex anyway.

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Anonymous 16/07/31(Sun)08:15 No. 24529 ID: 33207c

holy fuck, what a read

Anonymous 16/07/31(Sun)17:34 No. 24531 ID: 33207c

personally didn't like the ending, but a good story nonetheless.

Anonymous 19/01/03(Thu)05:08 No. 25910 ID: e555e7

I wonder did the author ever realise his vision with this one?

Fucking good story

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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Anson Anson 17/12/19(Tue)14:05 No. 25237 ID: bf01da


What Happened? Gamer 18/09/16(Sun)05:15 No. 25785 ID: 17d734

So, it's been over four and a half years since my last update. I know people really liked this story, so I'm sorry I've let you all down.

I've sat down and attempted to go on with the next chapter about half a dozen times on and off over the years. I may get about halfway through the chapter before I run out of steam or ideas. Typically re-reading what I had written left me cringing or unhappy, and it would go deleted while I brainstorm and attempt to write again.

I did have a direction and even an ending in mind. I've just had the hardest time getting there, and I've grown very unhappy with myself when it comes to my writing for this story. If you'd like, if any of you would like to continue the story, you may; alternatively, I can state how I wanted it to continue and end, for anyone that was interested.

Again, nearly half a decade too late, I'm incredibly sorry guys.

Anonymous 18/12/29(Sat)05:30 No. 25908 ID: a33a9a

Hey Gamer, first time poster here. I've been following this since the beginning. I appreciate you letting us know whats up. I for one would love to know what your vision was for the ending.

Young Summer The+Bard 18/07/22(Sun)18:31 No. 25716 ID: 5f9f68 [Reply]

Hey guys. I know I've been absent for a while now that I'm working on an actual book. For some reason my idea of writing Breaking Nancy isn't going so well. I just can't find the inspiration to write it. I have been tooling around with this story for fun when I need a break from writing an actual novel, but I know you guys will appreciate it.

Young Summer is about a twelve year old girl's first summer romance with the boy she always has a crush on. Unlike my other story this one is not pre-planned and will not be updated like the first one.

(Tags: HEA, Romance, Loli and wherever else this will go. Tags are for suckers anyway.)

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The+Bard 18/11/15(Thu)05:43 No. 25862 ID: af643e

To be honest, I never got into the show. I bailed after the first two episodes where it became clear it was going to be less awesome zombie killing and more soap opera drama bullshit with a light dusting of mediocre zombie killing.

The+Bard 18/11/15(Thu)05:47 No. 25863 ID: af643e

Oh, next bit is being worked on. Give me a few weeks and you shall have some steamy scenes in your future.

The+Bard 18/12/28(Fri)20:30 No. 25907 ID: 4f4bdf

Update: If you have followed my stuff you know there are times I write a full chapter, decide it sucks, delete it and start over to make it better. This is one of those times.

AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

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Anonymous 18/12/26(Wed)16:12 No. 25902 ID: 11a03c

I know you don’t usually do follow-ups on the PP tributes, but given the role that Tumblr porn played in inspiring The Problem With Kayla, I’m hoping the recent adult content ban has given you some ideas to play around with.

Anonymous 18/12/26(Wed)16:22 No. 25903 ID: 577461

Is this one of the 3/5 chanboard stories mentioned on the asstr general update?

Anonymous 18/12/26(Wed)22:03 No. 25904 ID: 0514e6

he only recently came out with Could Be Worse, Gotta Support Your Team, InstaDad, and The Problem with Kayla. So those could be 4 of 5, or three of them could be 3 of 5, depending on when he wrote the update.

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