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The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/11/03(Tue)09:48 No. 23944 ID: 0c67f5

>>23568
praise be to op!
a reply as recent as 5 months ago
sorry to hear about job :(


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Anonymous 16/01/15(Fri)17:28 No. 24081 ID: 8fe410

Will there be life?


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Anonymous 16/07/04(Mon)03:00 No. 24407 ID: e7ac10

>>23568
Uninvited, are you alive, bro?




Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/09/01(Mon)10:18 No. 22364 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

If the text had come from anyone except Megan, I would have simply added their name to my kill-list, and gone back to sleep. Instead, I grabbed my phone and gave her a call.

“I'm going to strangle you.” I said, by way of greeting.

“Why? You at work, cuz?” She sounded tipsy, but lucid, which was actually rather good for her. and she seemed to be forcing a playful tone, which meant she was worried. Damnit.

“I just had three twelve hour shifts in a row during finals week, because my boss is a sadistic twat. I had one final yesterday between my second and third shifts, and my last final is coming up in... just under seven hours. I literally just crawled in bed eleven minutes ago. You'd better be dying.”

“Oh, Ethan, I'm ssoo sorry. I'll be fine. Good luck on the final, and stuff.”

I sighed. “Are you somewhere safe?”

“For the moment, yeah. It's alright, we'll find someone to give me a ride.”

Megan wouldn't have called me on a weeknight if she'd had any decent options, and I didn't want to think about what kind of person they'd find willing to give a bunch of drunk junior high girls a ride. I wasn't be able to rest easy until I heard she was somewhere safe anyway, so I resigned myself to the innevitable and said, “Don't bother, just text me the address. I'm on my way.”
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Bkil 15/02/22(Sun)09:49 No. 23309 ID: ddaa83

>>22485
For the high school football story was it a long story called New Friends?


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Anonymous 16/06/15(Wed)18:49 No. 24358 ID: ea95d8

Not my bent but too good of a story to scroll off


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Anonymous 16/06/22(Wed)00:52 No. 24374 ID: 0f9ea3

>>22483
Wow, I remember the loli shape changing alien story. Only vaguely, cause it was nearly a decade ago, I think. And I didn't save it sadly.

It was really good though. Didn't it end with the protagonist morphing alien loli using a thermite bomb to blow up the evil morphing loli alien? Good stuff.




Snipped (TF, Bondage, Castration) Anonymous 15/05/05(Tue)12:10 No. 23523 ID: 54b3a5 [Reply]

Mistress entered first. She was beautiful, all dark skin and black leathers. Her hair pulled back in a tight knot, breasts pressed up in shelf bra, nipples bare and showing silver bars. A kris knife hung at one side, a leash on the other, but she needn’t raise it. The slave followed behind her quite willingly. Laleh was her name she had been given. Tonight she had been prepared in the finest way the harem could, dotted, primped, and perfumed.

She wore pink silk veils with gold coins across the bridge of her nose. She turned and began her dance as she entered the chambers. Her body had been clad in nothing more concealing than the many layers of silks. Gold serpents coiled around her wrists, slave rings that were chained to rings on her fingers. Her foot raised over her head as she bent over herself, a thin wire thong on her delicate sole. She inched around until her face was framed by one long leg, then completed the leisurely roll. As she rose again, she let the silks down from her chest. Her nipples were stiff, dark circles that peaked on gentle, youthful breasts. Her hips shook, a silver chain slung around her navel tracing each movement.

She closed the space between herself and her owner. Her hands reached out for him, grazing the curtain he sat behind, before she receded toward her Mistress. The slave traced her hands slowly up her Mistress’ side. She grazed her Mistress’ breast with her cheek. Her Mistress touched the slave’s chin and guided her away. Laleh’s lips parted, longing to speak, but knowing her place.

Mistress held the slave around her waist. She took the silk skirts away, letting them fall to the floor and reveal the slave’s sex. Between mahogany thighs, hung Laleh’s cock, a soft member no bigger than middle and index finger, and her petite pouch like a petty coin purse. Laleh took a sharp breath as she was revealed.

From her owner, she was beckoned on. Her hands reached back to clasp around her Mistress’ neck. Mistress rubbed one of Laleh’s nipples with the pads of her fingers, while her other hand ran down across her hip. From a waiting vessel, she dipped her fingers in clear oil. Laleh parted her legs and bent forward at the waist.

Mistress penetrated her ass with two fingers. Laleh whined, her lips quivered. Mistress’ fingers pumped into her, curled against her prostate. She couldn’t stay silent and panted with increasing desperation. Her spread legs trembled and she looked to her owner.

Mistress met his eyes, then bore her fingers into the slave. She gripped her hip, pulling her fingers tight against Laleh’s sex. She moaned, wanton and vulgar, as her cock released pale seed onto the stone floor.

Laleh fell to her knees, she doubled over herself and began to lick at her mess like a kitten at milk. She felt another droplet run from the head of her cock down her thigh. It was salty and bitter and as she cleaned th Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/06/19(Sun)06:27 No. 24369 ID: b43e63

Whoa. Is it too late to get you to finish this?




Breaking Bo Sonder!!AwZTHlMTWv 13/12/08(Sun)21:03 No. 20427 ID: 0550d2 [Reply]

[male, gay, high school]
Usually I'd write a more specific set of tags, but I want this story to be an open-ended work-in-progress. Although I do have a basic plot outlined for 8-9 chapters, I'm always open to suggestions from you guys about what direction you'd like the story to go. Feel free to suggest something in the comments. All suggestions are appreciated, but please remember it's simply not possible to satisfy them all. =(

This story is set in an all-boys boarding school for Grade 8-12 students (13-17 years old). The main characters are students who live within the 5 different boarding houses, one house for each year of students. The school itself is in a big city on the edge of a river. Beyond the boarding houses, but still part of the school grounds, there is a peninsula of forest/scrub land known as the Hook.


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More? I LOVE Bo! Lickit 14/05/11(Sun)23:05 No. 21726 ID: 407364

I've NEVER bumped a story before, but, .... BUMP!!


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is somewhat unnerving ,.- ) Good!? Anonymous 14/09/25(Thu)21:56 No. 22487 ID: 5cd61f

Some concerns... the story actually started close to a year ago, and hm... According to the author Sonder we're at chapter 5, in it self quite remarkable compared to some one- cluster of - text posters, but the suspense


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Anonymous 14/12/03(Wed)09:20 No. 22897 ID: bd628b

Wasn't sure if this is still updated our even watched, but I wanted to let the author know that I loved it and would love more.




Help finding a story Anonymous 16/06/16(Thu)08:53 No. 24359 ID: dd4937 [Reply]

There was a story that I read a while back that I was hoping someone could help me find. This is what I remember of it. It was about a man who moves into an apartment above the garage of a family with two young daughter. The older daughter was ignored by her father because she was a little chubby. Her mother encourages her to hit on the man and they end up spending the night or weekend in the apartment.

Many thanks for any help.


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Anonymous 16/06/16(Thu)23:36 No. 24360 ID: 98fd99

You know what, a request thread wouldn't be a bad idea. Shame this board is pretty much snail pace.




The Search For Tripp's Club wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/10/28(Wed)22:30 No. 23932 ID: cc2815 [Reply]

Here we go again with another story in ‘The Club’ universe. The events in this story take place after The Club 2010 (aka A Visit To Tripp’s Club). The plot starts mostly ‘sex free’ but eventually degrades into some really weird shit.

To address my paranoia and for the record, this story and all characters in this story are fictitious. Additionally, all characters in this story (who are fictitious as previously stated) are participating consensually and are of legal age, regardless of the implied or stated age of the (fictitious) roles they portray.




Previously…

It’s been almost six months since my brother and sister disappeared. Nobody knows exactly when Jack went missing; he was very private about his business travels and it was not uncommon for him to ‘go off the grid’ for weeks on end. But Susan, she had arranged for Mom and me to have dinner with her and Zachary. They were going to tell us some big news. Obviously they were getting engaged. But Zach called us that afternoon. He was panicked; Susan had not returned from the grocery and she was not answering her phone. When we found her car in the parking lot later that night, we called the police.

The police found no evidence of a crime. Her car was locked. Nobody had seen Susan at the store. We filed a missing persons report. Needless to say, the authorities were of little help. Mom… well… mom is having a hard time grasping the situation. She thinks Susan and Jack will just show up at the door any day now. But in my heart I know that’s not true. And somehow their disappearances are related, I’m sure of it. Zachary is also convinced, but he thinks that this is somehow Jack’s fault. “You know the type of people your brother associates with. And his business partners… I’m sure they’re involved. Or at least they know something,” he had said.

So Zach and I flew across the country to search Jack’s beach house. Mom and Zach didn’t want me to go at first. But I was on break from college for the summer and I had some vacation days at my internship; I convinced them to let me help. Plus, I had the key to his house from when I went to visit him the prior year. As we expected the house was immaculate. Both his cars, the Porsche and the Audi were parked in the garage. The kitchen had almost no food. Nothing seemed disturbed or out of place. In his bedroom we found a couple of suitcases pulled out by the closet and his dresser drawers seemed rather empty. This all implied that he was away on business or vacation. I booted the laptop in his office but without the password it was useless.

We were just about to give up when I suggested we check his mailbox. As it turned out, there was a single envelope. It had no stamp or return address – someone had hand delivered it. “Open it, it’s our only clue.” Zach hesitated. “Come on, we have no choice.” Slowly he ope Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/03/16(Wed)11:14 No. 24149 ID: c6d1be

You're not fucked up for writing it. I'm not fucked up for enjoying it. It's just fantasy. If you decide to not share anymore, wed certainly understand.


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Anonymous 16/03/23(Wed)13:47 No. 24159 ID: 3d7113

>>24148
Well I'm still checking back here several times a week in hopes of an update so I vote you post them. Magic aphrodisiac drugs and forced orgasms are big fetishes of mine.


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Anonymous 16/06/10(Fri)14:29 No. 24339 ID: 690b65

You mentioned you had written the other chapters already... is there anything we can do to get you to post them?




Pedro 16/06/04(Sat)20:50 No. 24305 ID: 431c24 [Reply]

Hola




Birthday Cake (Loli, Mf) Anonymous 16/05/20(Fri)03:52 No. 24278 ID: d05cc4 [Reply]

(Relatively unedited.)

Some girls got a sweet sixteen, with fancy catering, and maybe even a car. Alex was the son of a single dad who had never even heard the words “sweet sixteen”. So, when Alex’s sixteenth birthday came around, the most his father brought out was some red balloons, chips and dip, and the promise of an empty house for his birthday. It was an unusual and lenient thing for his father to do, but seeing as the man was always pulling in extra hours at work, Alex expected it.



“It’ll be better when your friends show up,” Alex’s father reassured him on his way out the door. Before stepping out for the night he winked and said, “good luck.”



Alex turned to his house. The living room in the compact three bedroom looked festive enough for a smattering of sixteen-year-old boys. What was really important, anyway, was the xbox. He made one sweep around the perimeter to make sure everything was clean and in place while he waited. Despite it still being in the afternoon, he had to turn on the light in each room. Alex crossed the cute little guest bedroom his father kept out for when his aunt visited. Shit. Storm clouds hung low and oppressive over the neighborhood. Given the season, a torrential rain was bound to pour in any minute.



Of course not a lot of people show up. Few of Alex’s friends who already had their license felt comfortable enough to drive in such a storm. The rest of the guests had parents too wise to venture out.
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Anonymous 16/05/25(Wed)15:24 No. 24288 ID: 35863e

Very good. Thank you.


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Anonymous 16/05/28(Sat)12:51 No. 24292 ID: fd0f03

IMO a good story leaves the audience wanting more, and I do, so I must ask, what did she mean by this feels different? By asking him to go harder, I wonder if it was her first time or not.

I hope there is more.


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Bkil 16/06/02(Thu)09:27 No. 24301 ID: cce87e

Nice




The Unwated Guest - Julie Edition Julie 14/10/02(Thu)04:48 No. 22516 ID: 06f3b1 [Reply]

"The Unwanted Guest"
By: Alucard's Spririt
“Julie Edition”
By: Noin

Upon entering her apartment, Julie heavily sighed as she shut and locked the door, and then placed her leather jacket on the hook near the entryway. It had been a long day on set and she was looking forward to a nice night of rest and relaxation before she had to go back to it all again. She shuddered while thinking about what was scheduled for the next day’s filming. It was a scene that she had been dreading since she had read the script.

Putting those thoughts aside, the brunette slowly strutted into her bedroom to sit on the edge of her bed so she could untie her knee-high boots. With a couple swift lifts of her well-shaped legs she kicked the foot apparel off into the closet allowing her sweaty feet to finally be freed from those tight black prisons. The beauty lifted her hands high over her head to give herself a full bodied stretch before reaching back behind her neck to undo the strap of her halter top. She then reached behind her lower back and undid the second strap, tossing her skimpy garment into her clothes hamper. Now topless, she moved to stand before her full length mirror to do a little self-admiration. The cool air blowing from one of the vents was free to caress her bare chest, causing her nipples to harden as she traced the curve of her breasts with her finger tips while admiring the flower tattoo around her nipple. She undid her hair tie allowing her dark hair to spill about her slender shoulders. A smile crossed the raven haired beauty’s thick full lips as her hazel eyes traveled down her form appreciating her every womanly feature.

The thirty year old had been through a lot to get her toned body into its sleek and sexy shape, just so she could keep up with the twenty-somethings. Indeed the life of an actress is a taxing, but the result gave her a tight waist that had a nice smooth dipping abs as well as sleek curved hips. Julie's legs and arms were well formed and gave her the grace and beauty of a dancer. She carried herself well, standing at five foot eight. But the one feature that stood out most about the woman had to be her perfectly rounded ass. It was the envy of most of her female friends and lust of her male friends. Despite the brunette’s delicious form, one feature that she felt was out of place on her body her breasts. She had always felt that her perky c-cups should have been larger.

Julie continued to smile to herself despite sensing as if there were a strange energy in the apartment. She admired herself a moment more, turning from one side to the other, loving the way her sparkling pants gripped onto her legs and ass, enjoying the accented view they gave her. After unbuttoning them, she wiggled her hips to shed them off, watching as more and more of her luscious legs became uncovered. First her toned thighs slipped into view followed by her Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 14/10/02(Thu)21:30 No. 22519 ID: 8256d5

Isn't it a rule to fucking tag your shit? Are people feeling they are too classy to do that now, that they are above "revealing" their "fine art"? If it's not a rule, why the fuck not?!


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Wan+Shi+Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/04/13(Wed)08:40 No. 24196 ID: 0617d5

I'm not sure how I missed this story the first time around, but I am glad I was searching the back pages for another one and stumbled across this.

It has been a while since this was posted, but this is excellent work Noin. I do hope to see more from you.


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Anonymous 16/06/01(Wed)16:22 No. 24299 ID: 02ba84

Tag your shit




Magic Touch / One Shots Rin!y7chl82msE 16/04/05(Tue)11:34 No. 24174 ID: 87f076 [Reply]

Heya Folks! Name is Rin. LONG time lurkers might remember me for my one complete story, "Magic Touch", the incomplete sequel "Magic Touch 2", and the incomplete "Ultimatum" and "The Ties that Bind"

Life's been a mess for me, but I've been wanting to get back into writing for awhile. I've actually been working on a real, honest to God novel with an editor and everything, set up by an ex-girlfriend (weird, I know, but!) who enjoyed what I wrote with Magic Touch but felt like, with proper editing and focus I could do much better (yeah, an ex-girlfriend liked my elit smut so much she's trying to get me published.)

I've hit some writers block with said novel, however, and to let off some steam I've been working on some side stories to distract myself, and I thought, "Well, if /elit/ wasn't there to push me to keep posting my smut, I wouldn't have gotten this far!"

So here's the game plan. I've got three short stories in the works. The first one is about 60% finished, so I'm going to release it in chunks in a somewhat weekly schedule until we're done. Then, if you guys (and maybe gals) enjoy it and want more, I'll post the next one, and so on.

BE FOREWARNED. a) This first one is a spin-off of my original work, "Magic Touch", so it may not have the impact that it does for me or for someone who remembers it. b) There's a lot of slow buildup on this one. The first part doesn't have much sexy, yet, but trust me it will. And finally, c) These are hastily written, briefly edited by me. I think it stands fairly well, maybe close to my old works, but there will probably be mistakes.

So, enjoy, and let me know what you think!


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Rin!y7chl82msE 16/05/28(Sat)11:56 No. 24291 ID: 512d4d

>>24290
Soooo... that ending, eh?!

Honestly, not really where I was expecting to go with it. I left the ending kinda vague, as I wasn't sure where I was going with it.

But in the end I felt like our hero needed his comeuppance. Plus, like I said when I originally finished the first MT, since these stories are based (very very very loosely) off mostly Greek myths, I like to emulate the tragic endings they typically have.

Besides, since this isn't a real entry in the MT saga, I can do whatever I want with the character and just write it as Non-Canon, right?

Well... I hope you guys and gals at least enjoyed the ride. Comments and concerns welcome. Little break incoming, then a new story for you fine folk. Stay tuned!


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Anonymous 16/05/29(Sun)17:03 No. 24294 ID: 19379f

>>24291
The ending is weird. I enjoyed the rest of the story.


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Rin!y7chl82msE 16/05/30(Mon)10:44 No. 24295 ID: 512d4d

>>24294
Did I kill your boner? My bad!




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