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Anatomy of a Catfight Pt 1 odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/02/13(Wed)22:57 No. 25956 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Author's note: there's almost no description in this story. This is meant to be read somewhat like a transcript to a nature documentary. I know someone else on here was writing stories in a similar vein, I think it's an idea we have all had at one time or another, so I gave it a shot here.

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It is after school, in the evening. Inside the old school building, in the music hall, sounds of Where Discourse Goes To Die™ can be heard.

Here we have the beginnings of a contest, a duel for primal supremacy. Two alpha females, arguing over territory, posessions, and status. In this case, the territory and posession is an alpha male on the football team.

The blonde, Jill, stands tall, wiry, slender and feminine, has been dating and mating with this male for the past 6 months. She is a cheerleader, and is one of, possibly the, most desired girls in the school. Up until now, Jill has mated exclusively with the star quarterback, himself a high status male, both for the sexual pleasure he provides her, and the status it grants her. Jill now seems to believe that her mate is being unfaithful to her.

The challenger, Callie, is a recent transfer into this school system, having been there about 3 months. Callie is on the swim team, and is also a gymnast. Even though she is not as visibly popular as Jill, she poses something of an indirect threat to the cheergirl's popularity. At first glance, the two girls share similar body types, lean, muscular, athletic. Callie is maybe a half inch shorter than Jill, and it looks like Jill has slightly longer reach than Callie. But underneath their private school uniforms, another story is revealed. Callie has about 20% more muscle mass than Jill, gained from her time as a swimmer and a gymnast. Jill, while herself a marvel of fitness, maintains more fat around her hips, thighs, and abdomen. This trait makes her more visibly sexually attractive to the average male in her territory. But when compared to someone like Callie, who has similar endurance, strength, and agility, it could be a detrimental detraction.

The two girls are inches from each other now, shrieking and screaming, arms waving and gesticulating wildly. Each one has tried every physical display of anger and agression they know to get the other to back down, without actually engaging in a physical contest. The blood flow throughout their bodies has visibly increased, the proof of this can be seen in their flushed skin - while resting, both girls are usually pale. Now, their complexion is visibly pink, almost red.

The physical animations are to no avail. Jewlery has been removed, accesories have been discarded. Both girls have crossed over the verbal and social line, and now neither one can back down. Who will strike first.
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The Breaking at St. Gregory's odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/02/13(Wed)22:49 No. 25955 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

The children of St. Gregory have prepared themselves for this day. The barbarians have sacked the surrounding city, and now they come for the monastery and diocese. The children know that soon, Heaven awaits them, but first, the barbarians will beat and torture them, to try and get them to forsake their god. But the barbarians will fail: the faith of the children of St. Gregory is too strong, and nothing will make them forsake their god, nothing.

They are huddled in the church, praying, when the barbarians break in. Their swords drip with blood, and every step they take into the church leaves bloody footprints.

The children shudder, as the barbarian strolls towards the altar.

Finally, one of the children, a girl of about 9 or so, approaches the barbarian. Her faith steadies her shaky hands, and quivering voice, as she welcomes the barbarian to St. Gregory, and asks to pray for him.

The barbarians roar with laughter, and the children are stunned. They do not know if their plea has caused the barbarians to reconsider, if the holy spirit of God has filled these vile animals with forgiveness. The laughter continues for a minute or two, and the children find themselves nervously laughing along with them.

When it ceases, the barbarian asks the girl if she is the one in charge, to which she nods. He asks her her name. She replies that it is Alexandria. The barbarian then asks her if she believes in God. Alexandria nods yes again. The barbarian asks if she thinks there is anything that can make her forsake her God. With tears in her eyes, Alexandria shakes her head, knowing of the various tortures that await her.

Then the barbarian says something that shocks her. He points at the sun, halfway across the sky. He says that before the sun sets, that she will willingly defile the altar of God, and forsake him and the saints. With more defiance, Alexandria shakes her head - she knows that her and all of her friends have given themselves over to God, and fear no torture or death, either of themselves or of one another. There is nothing that can make her forsake her God.

The barbarian grasps her by her habit, ripping it off. With a deft stroke, he slits the rest of her clothing with his dagger, leaving the tiny blonde naked before the other children.
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The Hunter pt 1(?) Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:21 No. 25929 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

MF Dubcon Beast(ish) Generic Fantasy Setting

I finished setting up my tent and let out a sigh of contentment. I had a few more hours of light left, and the first stage of my camp was nearly ready. Over the next day or two I’d have to set up workspaces for butchering and skinning, but I’d gotten a basic latrine, tent, and firepit set up.

It would do for the few months I would spend in the area hunting. I would have loved a cabin, but that was just asking for nosey gamekeepers to start asking questions. Like, “have you paid taxes on those,” or, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to hunt deer on the king’s land,” or my least favourite, “Does this sword in your gut hurt?”

Such is the life of a poacher. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that dangerous if you follow a few basic rules. Such as no permanent dwellings. I was in a valley owned by a lord of advanced age, no longer interested in hunts. He had few gamekeepers or wardens on his payroll, and those that he did have weren’t the type to pull steel over a few skins.

I set up a pot to boil. I’d do something easy tonight, it had been a long hike out here. Porridge, made sweet with a bit of honeycomb and some dried fruit.

I continued to busy myself with arranging firewood, and bedding and so on, when I heard a cry off in the distance. It was the direction I had set a few rabbit snares earlier, just for eating rather than the pelts, but much too loud to be a rabbit. I frowned. Rabbit snares really didn’t catch anything substantially bigger.

I shrugged and strung my bow. I figured I had better investigate. I strapped a large butchering knife that I’d used a few times against boars (and few more times against people) and a few arrows before taking off.

I had set the traps not very distant, figuring that I’d set new ones after a few days once I’d scouted the area better. Something was making a racket, and was definitely larger than a rabbit.
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Anonymous 19/01/23(Wed)23:38 No. 25935 ID: ba0138

More, please.


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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/24(Thu)05:10 No. 25936 ID: bbe66b

>>25935
It's not over. Don't hold your breath though, I'm juggling a few balls at the moment.


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Anonymous 19/02/04(Mon)16:18 No. 25952 ID: d08663

Moar! In due time of course.




Mandragora Girl Under the Desk Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/11/15(Sun)22:34 No. 23985 ID: 324f43 [Reply]

Before we start, let me set expectations: this is just the first chapter- I have vague plans for continuing it, but I just started my first 'real' job, and have basically no time for writing at the moment. If you can't deal with not having moar immediately, pass this by.

Secondly, although I'm happy with it for what it is, I'd say this is almost an outline. It's short, the sex scenes are under detailed, etc. Sorry. My idea behind this was that I wanted to write, but I was having no ideas, so I thought I'd transcribe some h-manga into text form. I'll give the link out at the bottom.

Finally, I think this is my old tripcode. I doubt anyone will remember it, but whatever. It's been years.

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Mandragora Girl Under the PC

So. My buddies at high school told me I should post my experience here. I'll be honest, I'm not much for writing, so sorry if it's crap. Um, to get everyone on the same page, you've probably seen people on the internet claiming that monsters are appearing in the world again, right? That thing about the Mayan calendar 2012 nonsense, and all?

Well, it's not nonsense.

We just didn't understand it.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 15/12/06(Sun)22:25 No. 24027 ID: 324f43

>>24019
yeah. I have no further plans for that though, in case you were curious.


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Anonymous 19/01/25(Fri)10:49 No. 25939 ID: 9481a9

So glad I found this before it got pruned.
Great adaptation of the doujin. Bumping this so more people can see.


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Anonymous 19/01/29(Tue)01:24 No. 25944 ID: f7d3f6

>>25939
A very good adaptation; I think I like it better than the doujin. Well bumped, Sir.




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.


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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/.


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Anonymous 19/01/28(Mon)05:42 No. 25942 ID: f86803

It's called Trapped in Daddy's Sex Toy and can be found on the loli stories page in the All The Fallen forum.


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Anonymous 19/01/28(Mon)20:38 No. 25943 ID: f7d3f6

>>25942
Thanks! That story ticked a few boxes I didn't even know I had. O_O




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

>>25915
OP delivers! Can't wait for the next chapter, hope work has died down for you


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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.


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Anonymous 19/01/27(Sun)17:23 No. 25941 ID: f7d3f6

This is my favorite piece on this board right now, and it’s worth the slow evolution to see the characters and their relationship develop. I’m encouraged that IrishDevil is continuing at a steady pace, however slow, knowing that we’ll get consistent quality and the long anticipated resolution.




Shared Generic Fantasy World Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:27 No. 25930 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

A Boy and His Goblin m/F

Sulka sighed to herself, “To think that I’ve been reduced to this,” she thought.

She was sitting in a tree, scoping out a farm to raid.

“Raid, ha! Who am I kidding. I’m going to steal a chicken so I don’t starve,” she mumbled.

It was a nice farm, she had decided, at least as farms go. She had seen a number of them, and even led an actual raid on a plantation once.

She had watched long enough. Everyone was out in the field, or attending to other livestock. The chickens were unguarded.

Hop out of the tree, a quick dash, into the coop, grab a bird, snap goes the neck.

Out again, around the corner, over the bush, into the boy-
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Anonymous 19/01/22(Tue)16:56 No. 25933 ID: b9cce0

Good shit! Right up my alley.
You don't have a site or anything with more stories, by any chance?


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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)20:09 No. 25934 ID: bbe66b

>>25933

Not really. I've kept all my stories, but most of them are old and shit or unfinished.

So, theoretically, these two stories (and another one I'm working on) will be connected when they all get together and form an adventuring party. There will be erotic DnD style adventure and hijinks.

I say theoretically because at this rate, I'll get it done around the same time Martin finishes writing GoT.

If you look around here though, you can probably find some of my old stuff. Mandragora Girl shouldn't have fallen off yet. Maybe Mile High Exploding Metal Sausage as well.


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Anonymous 19/01/25(Fri)10:17 No. 25938 ID: 9481a9

Absolutely amazing storytelling! I'll be honest the beginning of the boy and his goblin had me so entertained I kinda forgot this was an erotic story. The way you wrote Sulkas dialogue was very clever and really helped imagine her accent.
The erotic scenes were well paced and the details describes was just enough to let the imagination fill in the blanks.
I genuinely want to hear more stories of boy and gobbo as well as more stories in general from you! Bravo!




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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erotic literature asghar ali 18/12/19(Wed)18:26 No. 25897 ID: a32471

i have read several books on the above topic


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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:
http://www.rurikon.eu/loli/main.asp?sea=a&sauthor=PuppyLoverDawn


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.


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

I know that Nick did an edit on 'David's Sweet Revenge,' here:
https://www.asstr.org/~LS/stories/puppyloverdawn7554.html
... and that he was in contact with PuppyLoverDawn through email.




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. :)

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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


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

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


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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

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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.


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

>>25785
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.




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