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Spoiling Jessie (F/d, short, inc.) D.M. 15/12/24(Thu)22:02 No. 24052 ID: 2395d7 [Reply]

Hello /elit/ It's me, D.M. back from a ... three year hiatus. I've been dealing with a lot of shit- both mothers in my extended family died within a few months of each other, I've moved, changed jobs a few times, loved and lost and loved and lost again.
I'm trying slowly but surely to work around my long-term depression and get back into the swing of writing. So I'm starting with one of my favorite fantasies in the form of a Father/Daughter short.





"I said, do you need anything from the store?"
Jessie looked up from her homework, jolted out of her reverie. As she raised her head, she stared into the chiseled, clean-shaven face of her father. He had one eyebrow cocked quizzically, and was eyeing her with a rather peculiar expression on his tanned face. He leaned casually against her door-frame, looking like he wanted something.
"I'm sorry Daddy, what?" she asked sweetly. He waved one calloused hand rapidly back and forth.
"Hello, Earth to Jessie, do you need something from the store? Your sisters and I are going out. We'll be gone an hour or so."
"Oh! No thank you, Daddy!" She presented her best smile, jumping from one sentence to the next with nary a breath. "Nothing really. Except, maybe..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip, pinning it firmly in place with her teeth whilst batting her eyelashes at him. He sighed, and rolled those sky-blue eyes. His expression melted into one of exasperation as he passed that powerful, calloused hand over the stubble on his face and heaved a rumbling sigh.
"What is it this time?" he demanded, voice suddenly sounding like a tire running over gravel. She tried to give him her most charming smile.
"Nothing major!" she insisted. "Just maybe some of that pomegranate juice, and some more of the makeup I like." she turned, opened her drawer, and slipped one hand in, expertly fishing out an itty-bitty glass bottle, half-emptied of its rich indigo pigment. "Purple number five," she said, holding the bottle up and flashing her manicured fingernails at him. "See how pretty it is? Make sure you get the right brand this time. And some more lipstick." at this, she pursed her ruby red lips at him, blowing a kiss into the space between them. "And if they have it on sale, could you pick up--"
"Whoah, whoah, whoah!" he interrupted, holding up both hands in surrender. "I asked if you needed anything. I didn't need a huge list of expensive stuff. Pick one."
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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/01/05(Tue)05:57 No. 24070 ID: 9acf37

re-formatted this. great story!

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"I said, do you need anything from the store?"

Jessie looked up from her homework, jolted out of her reverie. As she raised her head, she stared into the chiseled, clean-shaven face of her father. He had one eyebrow cocked quizzically, and was eyeing her with a rather peculiar expression on his tanned face. He leaned casually against her door-frame, looking like he wanted something.

"I'm sorry Daddy, what?" she asked sweetly. He waved one calloused hand rapidly back and forth.

"Hello, Earth to Jessie, do you need something from the store? Your sisters and I are going out. We'll be gone an hour or so."

"Oh! No thank you, Daddy!" She presented her best smile, jumping from one sentence to the next with nary a breath. "Nothing really. Except, maybe..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip, pinning it firmly in place with her teeth whilst batting her eyelashes at him. He sighed, and rolled those sky-blue eyes. His expression melted into one of exasperation as he passed that powerful, calloused hand over the stubble on his face and heaved a rumbling sigh.

"What is it this time?" he demanded, voice suddenly sounding like a tire running over gravel. She tried to give him her most charming smile.
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Anonymous 16/01/14(Thu)01:45 No. 24078 ID: ebd401

>>24070
Thank you so much Phoenix.
I really appreciate the re-format. On the word document I use to write this, the formatting has all the look of a book- indents and whatnot.

I just forgot to put it in a more readable form for the 'net.


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Anonymous 17/02/05(Sun)19:55 No. 24923 ID: f2524d

>>24070




explosion (male on male cum fetish) Anonymous 17/02/04(Sat)14:28 No. 24920 ID: a0236e [Reply]

i unloaded onto my chest and stomach
hot white cum
spurt after spurt
overwhelming relief
i finished cumming and regained my vision
he smiled slyly, his face still near my crotch
"that was quite a show"
he looked down at his work
at my relieved cock
and he licked my stomach
i laughed a little
he mopped his wet tongue all the way into a puddle of cum
and dragged it through
his eyes smiled
he lapped up the white thick cum
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Anonymous 17/02/03(Fri)11:11 No. 24917 ID: 2b1571 [Reply]

http://pastebin.com/xkarvqP3

A poem I wrote, involving a fetish I particularly enjoy. I have a few elit poems, so let me know if you would like to read some more small things like this and I’ll be sure to share them.


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Anonymous 17/02/03(Fri)11:13 No. 24918 ID: 2b1571

I’m so glad that it went through this time. Last time I tried to post the poem on the post, but a particular word in it got me an hour-long ban. I guess I’ll need to use pastebin in the future, like I did now.


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Anonymous 17/02/03(Fri)15:08 No. 24919 ID: 2b1571

Posting the poem here now that I can, thanks to the folk over on IRC.

His wife doesn’t know how he fucks me so proudly;
She thinks he’ll be out all night long with the boys.
Her neighbour am I, but by no means her equal
As proven by all of this sweat and this noise.

He thrusts with such force; I can’t help but cry loudly
Which wakes the young cuck who was sleeping next door.
She comes to her window – I know that my peak will
Be better than anything she’s got before.

Denial and shock have become her expression;
Depression, obsession, and watering eyes.
Her worthlessness, hopelessness, wholly disheartened;
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Accidental Motherfucker Evil+Empire 14/11/28(Fri)12:39 No. 22880 ID: 38de42 [Reply]

Accidental Motherfucker


(futa on female, teen, incest (daughterxmother), shower masturbation


Jerking off in the shower is almost always an exercise in frustration for me. Even while I'm fapping away there's an invisible clock in the back of my head ticking away the seconds until either I run out of hot water or Mom busts into the bathroom to yell at me for using up said hot water. On top of that, for me standing up while jerking my cock isn't the most comfortable position, it's much easier to spank out a load sitting or lying down. But mostly it's that fucking clock in the back of my head counting down the seconds that makes jerking off in the shower so damn har-er, difficult.

Given a choice I'd much rather toss a load off in my bedroom and I usually do when given the opportunity. That is, when my little sister isn't home or is otherwise occupied with something that keeps out of our bedroom. Yeah, I share my bedroom with my sister. How much does that absolutely blow?

Anyway, to get to the point, my sister was home and I was furiously beating off in the shower. I stroked my well-soaped cock with my right hand while clutching a bar of soap in my left in case my cock needed a re-soaping.

I was in the zone, or nearly so. I could feel that familiar and welcome pressure at the back of my cock and I knew that soon I would reach the point of no return. I was fantasizing about the girls in my gym class. Or more specifically, fantasizing about fucking them all in the girl's locker room. I pictured them all naked and lined up; faces pressed to the cold concrete floor with their smooth round asses up in the air for my inspection.

As my fantasy-self lined up behind a pretty blonde whom I hated I groaned and tilted my head back. I was so close! The thought of hate-fucking that little bitch was driving me closer to the edge and I pushed my body into a taut arc, standing up on my tippy-toes in anticipation of my long-awaited cum.
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Anonymous 17/01/10(Tue)16:20 No. 24885 ID: 96d39d

This is awesome.


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Evil+Empire 17/01/22(Sun)16:29 No. 24901 ID: 139baf

The rest of the story is a more coherent story line dealing with the aftermath of Summer's fling with Ms. Lee. Sex has consequences is major theme in the story. Consequences Summer is determined to face up to.



Every Lesson Learned

Chapter One: Conflict and an Uneasy Ceasefire



"So, who was that?" Mom asked when I hung up the phone.

"Ms. Lee," I said, heading for the door. My stomach was a knot and I couldn't think of anything other than getting over to Ms. Lee's as fast as I possibly could.

"And where do you think you're going, Missy?"
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Anonymous 17/02/02(Thu)04:15 No. 24916 ID: 7a21ea

interesting turn of events, hope we get more family dynamics! Thanks for the update.




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

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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

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

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

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

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

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 15/07/22(Wed)11:50 No. 23756 ID: 0d3527

>>16705
>>16705
Where can I find your previous stories?


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Anonymous 16/11/15(Tue)02:27 No. 24815 ID: c2872a

Bumpo


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Anonymous 17/02/02(Thu)01:52 No. 24915 ID: e33188

A tragedy this was never updated.




The Man MrMooMooMan!njoPB5vg7I 17/01/04(Wed)23:23 No. 24869 ID: 0cbdf5 [Reply]

The Man

Tags: MonsterGirl, Reverse Rape, Gangbang

First time posting. There’s gonna be a ton of backstory so that we can really build it up.
Just post any comments down if you like it! I’ll very much appreciate it! And depending on the comments, i’ll work on a sequel to this one. With that being said, enjoy!

**Chapter 1**

The dark clouds seemed to indicate stormy weather. Strong wind howled, swaying the trees and tearing branches right off. Lightning made streaks on the dark sky while claps of thunder rumbled, loud enough to pierce the eardrums.

Storms were always on the more extreme side in this part of the world.

I sigh as I glared at the incoming storm. Glancing away, i looked wearily at my campsite. The blue tent, that took me an hour to build, was threatening to collapse at any moment, while my campfire had been completely extinguished by the strong wind.

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Anonymous 17/01/10(Tue)16:20 No. 24884 ID: 96d39d

I need more of this.


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Anonymous 17/01/20(Fri)21:23 No. 24899 ID: d9476e

Great story. Eagerly anticipating more.




The Dildo Anonymous 17/01/15(Sun)01:25 No. 24897 ID: 277f74 [Reply]

Mff, lesbian, impregnation, mind control

The Dildo, Part 1

*****

We were 13. Amanda was my first sexual partner. Before I even met her, I had figured out I had zero interest in boys, but she was the one who taught me I was a lesbian. She was wild and passionate. I was shy and reserved, but when I was in bed with Amanda, I let go. She took me to places I never imagined I could go. When Amanda was stroking my naked slit with her darting tongue, I was transported to another world. When our naked bodies were intertwined like jungle vines, and our mouths were locked together, I was part Amanda, and Amanda was part me. When our little girl pussies ground together we were joined in body and in spirit.

I was in love with Amanda. I really was. She was an incredible lover. We would wrap our bodies around each other and kiss passionately for hours. She would tongue my ear and say nasty things to me, and I would return the favor. It was hot and wet and very steamy. We would go to sleep, our naked bodies locked together. We would often cum together and our bodies would quiver in an explosion of pleasure as though we were one. For two kids only 13 years old, we were a very hot couple. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

One Friday night, Amanda came to my house for our weekly "spend the night" with her usual overnight bag. My Dad had a date, as he often did on Fridays, and so we had the house to ourselves for a while. When the doorbell rang, Amanda pranced in the moment I opened the door. She made me close my eyes for a surprise.

When I opened them again, I was totally shocked to see a man standing behind her! He was older than my father, and kind of fat and creepy looking. He had a big grin on his face, and some kind of stick in his hand, which shined a red laser into my eyes.

I felt my mind go fuzzy, and a ringing in my ears. I could hear words, but couldn't understand what was being said. My heart was racing, and my breathing was going crazy.
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The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:42 No. 24737 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 18: Double-teamed

My backpack, containing laptop and cables, came with me this time. Sara and Ellie seemed especially excited about my arrival, and dragged me up to their room literally the second their mom was out the door. Just about the first thing the girls wanted to do, both of them, was play-wrestle. I discovered this as they launched their surprise attack, knocking me back onto Sara's bed, but in the ensuing chaos we somehow wound up on the floor. My role was to make the contest entertaining, but ultimately lose. Soon I was on my back with both girls on top of me. Ellie was seated on my stomach, and Sara had just done a belly-flop onto my chest. Four small hands got control of my right hand, and Sara pinned my wrist down just in front of her, pressing with all her might.

Ellie now went for my left wrist, and once captured, she pulled it straight up, which jammed my upper arm well up between Sara's spread thighs; Sara promptly scissored my arm. I was being held in a cross-body pin by a seven-year-old. A bit of tugging by Ellie got my left bicep pressed right up against her sister's pussy.

This left the older girl free to slide down almost to my knees and work on getting my pants and briefs pulled down to my thighs, which she did with practiced efficiency. "You let Sara give you a stiffy," Ellie said. "Perv!"

Guilty as charged. Young as she may be, the little minx had been humping my arm the whole while. Ellie recaptured my wrist and yanked on my left arm, wedging it more firmly into her sister's crotch. Sara rubbed her pussy against my bicep at an increasing rate.

To reach my arm, Ellie had to move forward onto my hips, and having her panties pressed against my bare boner was not going to make it go away. Not that anyone wanted that to happen, of course.

The girls then concentrated on my right arm, trapping it at my side, under Ellie's thigh. Ellie proceeded to go after my left arm, and secured it under her other thigh, though Sara was noticeably reluctant to give up the saddle she was riding. The older girl leaned back slightly to pin both my wrists, then began dry humping me slowly and deliberately.
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Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:43 No. 24738 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 19: The Interrogation

Once we were alone the following Thursday, the girls seemed just as excited and impatient as the last time. Seeing as how they dragged me upstairs last time before we put the chain on the door (the discovery of which challenged my bowel control when I came back downstairs after that 'wrestling match'), I first explained the new protocol to them: all three of us had our own checklist to go through at the start of each night. The one and only item on each was: Chain The Door!

With a stuffed rabbit plush toy standing sentinel at the bottom of the stairs (the 'unchain' reminder for later), I let them lead me upstairs. The girls took turns explaining that we were going to 'play pretend', and once in their bedroom, Sara produced a plastic toy gun and announced, "Hands above your head!"

Even in her tiny hands, the gun was ridiculously small, but I felt it best to comply. The order was countermanded by Ellie, who wanted my hands held out in front of me. She had come prepared with a decorative belt with interlocking silver links, which she looped around my wrists, then drew the remainder between my wrists and looped that around the bonds. She had a little paper clip which she threaded through two strategic links, and then I was led away in chains. She was wearing a denim skirt, which I suspected actually belonged to Sara, since it was so ridiculously short for her.

So I watched as Ellie led the way, towing me along with her 'leash', and Sara followed behind and tended to her guard duties. The secret Dungeon Room was artfully disguised as an ordinary bathroom; after closing the door behind us, I was made to stand with my back to the door. Ellie dragged the little one-foot-high stool in front of me, and stood on it so that she could loop that belt over the clothes hook jutting out from the back of the door. There was, it seemed, no way to leave the dreaded dungeon without their consent.

Ellie turned to Sara and asked, "Where's the pillow case?" and was met by a little 'oops' from her sister. Sara started for the hall linen closet, then stopped when she realized that their captive was blocking the exit. "Never mind," giggled Ellie, who turned and started rooting around in the dirty clothes hamper. "I think these will be perfect," she said triumphantly, withdrawing a used pair of knickers that I immediately recognized as hers.

Standing on the stool again, she hooked the waistband under my chin and drew it up over the top of my head, covering my face. With a little adjustment, she arranged for one leg opening to allow my mouth and chin to peek out, and the other leg hole was pulled back onto my forehead. This, of course, put her gusset right across my eyes, and she Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 16/11/07(Mon)07:06 No. 24805 ID: 498abd

Loving the fan fiction... Moar!




Rise of the Harem Nation HigherMoose 16/03/29(Tue)06:27 No. 24163 ID: 62b1d7 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Long time lurker, decided to take a stab at it.

Summary: Seth, a disrespected royal guard, and Dotan, a recently-freed, enigmatic, chauvinistic sex god, plot to overthrow their country that is ruled by beautiful but snobby goddesses. They ignite a war to enslave all the women of their world into harems for men's debauched pleasure. The more their forces enslave...the wilder they become, with brutal soldier brothels, personal sex slaves, enlarging harems, and breaking the will of the women they capture. Can they be stopped? What does Dotan really want?

Tags: LOTS OF sexual slavery, sexism, impregnation, body modification, mind control, rape, prostitution, corruption, gangbang.

SCENES OF: Anthro (transformed cow girl), anal, tit-fuck, threesomes, moresomes, magic, incest, torture, bondage, sadism, masochism, exhibitionism, humiliation, spanking, blowjobs, handjobs, rimming, toys, solo male, solo female, and probably more.

Be sure to leave a response if you read! It'll really brighten my day! Also, yes, I know I'm a sick fuck. Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 1

It was night time in the garden of Starminster Castle. The castle was where Goddess Zophiel, the chief goddess of the country of Atlea, ruled. All of those fancy names and regality didn’t stop the night guard from doing what he was doing. In the center of the massive garden was a statue of Zophiel. She was in all of her majestic glory, with her wings extended, striking a heroic pose, and a massive halo hanging above her head. What attracted the guard to the statue, however, was how little she was wearing. Only a single ribbon covered her nipples and the area between her legs. It was meant to show off her majestic body as a thing of beauty...but that wasn’t what the guard saw.
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Anonymous 16/12/19(Mon)19:19 No. 24847 ID: 8eaebd

is gud. kip goink


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Anonymous 16/12/28(Wed)19:12 No. 24858 ID: 9f2d95

Molto Bene


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HigherMoose 17/01/09(Mon)05:11 No. 24878 ID: b35c43

Guys, I'm working on the next chapter, but I just got to share something with you. I literally found THE song that embodies Dotan. It's Monster by Starset. Just listen and read the lyrics!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NID8mKimVk




Anonymous 16/12/27(Tue)10:29 No. 24857 ID: 75c683 [Reply]

Hey I noticed this board gets a little more traffic. I know you pervs love reading smut and shit, but, on the SFW lit board a mod opened up a thread about starting a reading group if enough people are interested. However, we need at least 30 people to agree by the end of JAN, so, I (obviously) am here to ask for your support in this endeavor. I love /lit/ and would really love to some activity on that board.
So if you have the chance go over to the sticky and let the mod know what's up!

Gracie.




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