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It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.


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"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Bkil 16/06/11(Sat)08:54 No. 24340 ID: ecd4c3

Nice update I like the current pace of the story.

I had three interesting to me thoughts of where this could go maybe. Feel free to use any or none of them.

Jackson, Jessica, and Matthew have a threesome and then bring Emma in to teach her. Or just Jessica and Matthew teach Emma. Or maybe Emma sees Jessica bring Jackson back to her apartment one night and Emma wants to try what they are doing with Matthew.


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Soli 16/06/11(Sat)21:39 No. 24341 ID: b53834

I agree with bkil about the pacing. The slow build is definitely called for in this story.

I wouldn't go for the "teaching" trope though. I may be wrong, but to me it doesn't fit the characters or the story type. That's more of a theme to be used in a happy go lucky story where the girl is naive but curious.

Emma is young, but intelligent, and I would say a story like this would benefit more from a relationship built from their dependence on one another, and that they are each others main source of human contact.

The way I sort of see the story going is that something goes bad with storming the depot, a la the prison being overrun in the walking dead, and Matt escapes, then searches for Emma, finds her with Jessica, and they continue on together. A relationship with Jessica forms, Emma gets jealous, but then something happens to Jessica, and their bond grows through grief.

Hopefully that doesn't end up being a spoiler. Obviously I have no idea what's going to happen since I'm not writing it, but that's the sort of direction I would probably choose if I were writing a zombie apocalypse story.


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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/06/13(Mon)07:47 No. 24346 ID: fe6dc2

I love all the speculation! But now I have to prove you all wrong by completely changing the original plan.



...JK




A Succubus For Halloween Zayna Noble 16/10/25(Tue)00:43 No. 24774 ID: 3c5110 [Reply]

Hey guys! I'm a new erotica writer trying to make a name for myself with some kinky things. Here's a freebie story that I've been working on with a little bit of Halloween theme to it! I hope you guys enjoy!

This little short story is about a guy turning his scrawny nerdy girlfriend into a busty succubus for a Halloween party. Magic, transformation, a bit of breast expansion and public sex, as well as mild domination themes are ahead!

I hope you enjoy! If you want more, please check out my website www.supernaturalromance.com !

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A Succubus for Halloween
By Zayna Noble


Copyright © 2016 Zayna Noble
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Anna the Teen Cum Dumpster Anonymous 16/08/25(Thu)22:30 No. 24638 ID: 54d384 [Reply]

I'm writing a story series, actually have been posting to gurochan for a few weeks but seems like it fits better here. Anyway, I will be updating regularly and would love to get feedback/comments.

Chapter 1: The Sleepover

“So how was your first date with Jason, Steph?” Anna asked her best friend.

“Yeah, did he make any moves on you?” Valerie added.

The three best friends were at Stephanie’s house for a sleepover, a tradition the girls tried to keep up at least once a month. Anna and Stephanie had been friends since elementary school, even though Anna was a year younger. Valerie became the third member of their group when she moved into Anna’s class 7th grade class last year. Even though Stephanie had graduated to high school, they still saw each other in the halls plenty since the middle and high schools occupied the same building.

“No. Well, we made out a bit during the movie. But after we went to his friend’s house to hang out like usual.”

Stephanie had a crush on the upper class boy since last October, and had been hanging out with his group of friends dropping hints all winter. She didn’t think she had a chance compared to the upper class girls, she was still in an awkward stage of puberty where those girls were all very developed. She stood head and shoulders taller than her two friends at 5’7”, but was still a little stocky with small A-cup breasts, and an ass she thought was too big. He had surprised her when he asked her to Prom, still months away, and was very nervous.

“I don’t know if he wanted more, we went back to his friend’s house after and hung out with the usual crowd.” Stephanie said, and Anna picked up on her tone.
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Anonymous 16/08/30(Tue)18:35 No. 24656 ID: 1646cb

ew watersports


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Nihi 16/10/18(Tue)00:49 No. 24749 ID: 9c9ebb

Great story, please continue writing, PLEASE!!


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)20:09 No. 24772 ID: 2bab14

Awesome work dude, keep it up




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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Anonymous 16/10/20(Thu)21:02 No. 24766 ID: 57b8e2

Bump bump bump


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)03:42 No. 24767 ID: 738f66

>>24766
Please. Stop. He could've been nicer but you are seriously one of the factors killing the board.


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Anonymous 16/10/24(Mon)03:42 No. 24768 ID: 738f66

>>24766
Please. Stop. He could've been nicer but you are seriously one of the factors killing the board.




As Requested: Power Job by Jeezits (HJ, Fm, MF, Oral) Anonymous 16/09/25(Sun)16:12 No. 24688 ID: 74560a [Reply]

In request thread someone asked for this story.

To my surprise, I had a copy. I don't know if it's complete or if I just saved part of it. Still, I guess you lucked out. Seriously, anon, do you know what an unexpected set of coincidences led me to me having what may be the only copy of this story left? Probably not. But take it from me, it's unexpected even to me.

Power Job (HJ, Fm, MF, Oral)

“Oh no, not now,” Kara muttered under her breath. She peered through the door of her apartment. “Atlee, I gotta deal with something, can you take off?”

“Sure thing Pee Gee,” Terra said.

“I’m sorry, really. Meet you for that thing later?”

“Later, right...” Atlee said with a nervous smile and hopped out the window to a waiting floating pile of rocks. Kara frowned, then shrugged and turned to the door.

She opened it to find a short boy of about fourteen with curly red hair. He sported a Green Lantern t-shirt, and had his hands stuffed in a puffy red jacket almost certainly chosen to mask his thin frame.
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Anonymous 16/10/05(Wed)10:39 No. 24703 ID: b44330

Oh man, this is amazing! Thanks so much for posting this! I managed to track down a copy myself about a year ago but when I transferred computers recently it somehow got lost in the clutter. Thought I would never see it again.




Hello? Anonymous 16/10/02(Sun)14:28 No. 24696 ID: 121db7 [Reply]

Hey, did this board die hen I wasn't looking?


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Anonymous 16/10/02(Sun)15:15 No. 24697 ID: 75c683

You realize this could be conducted with out looking at the time stamps of the most relevant posts? You don't need to shit up the board with this post.


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Anonymous 16/10/02(Sun)20:38 No. 24698 ID: 121db7

>>24697
Man there hasn't been a post here in a full week, I was just making sure this board hadn't entirely croaked.


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Anonymous 16/10/05(Wed)02:50 No. 24702 ID: bcfa22

Need more necromancers imo




Spanking story - The Girl From Soho Square Abel 16/09/19(Mon)09:58 No. 24682 ID: a1d439 [Reply]

THE GIRL FROM SOHO SQUARE

By Abel Jenkins - more at http://www.spankingwriters.com/stories


She wouldn't know, of course. No comprehension whatsoever of what was to come. Just a straightforward text message on her small red Nokia, as with all of her other instructions. 'Bloomsbury Crescent Hotel, Room 438. Full co-operation required. Overnight.'

Had she shivered when she'd heard the phone's bleep? Looked up from the park bench, around the green London square in which Alexander made her wait for her orders, wondering if anyone realised? Or was she used to it, by now?

Of course, the receipt of a message might even have come as a relief. I knew some of Alexander's methods by now. How girls whose services weren't requested by clients on any particular evening were used. Taught a lesson, one might say, in the benefits of ensuring repeat business, regular income. Taught a lesson in Alexander's office, in Alexander's inimitable manner. Some might level accusations of perversion at me, but the requests – or rather demands – which he made seemed to me far more humiliating for the girls, and far more perverse.

It must be two years now since Alexander and I had first met. Well, not 'met', as such. Spoken. Transacted. He and I had never actually had the pleasure of a face-to-face appointment. But we'd had enough conversations – and I'd heard enough of his practices (or should that be 'mis-practices') from sobbing girls – to realise that they lived in near-perpetual fear of his methods and his wrath.

And I was part of that fear.

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Flash fiction smut Tiktok 16/09/15(Thu)11:45 No. 24677 ID: a4bd7b [Reply]

MMMF, dp, anal, rough sex,

“I do.” She closed her eyes as Alex kissed her lovingly, his hands caressing the curves of the corset that hugged her mid-back, pulling her close. She was so lost in the sensuality of the moment that she hardly noticed when his hands rounded over the pleated lace of her gown, gripping her toned bottom firmly and pressing her pelvis into his. She opened her mouth just slightly, smiling blissfully as they ended their kiss, only to have his lips press against hers again more firmly, his tongue taking advantage of her open mouth. Neither shock nor surprise registered as his caressing hands now gripped her ass firmly, lifting her off the ground and into him. She gasped and let loose an unexpected moan, lifting her eyes skyward as he pressed his mouth hungrily to her exposed neck. She cast a sidelong glance at the public witness sitting in the front row. What had his name been again? Brad? Brady? Her mind had narrowed to the sensations gripping her body and she couldn’t remember. Their eyes locked as he was rising from his seat and she could feel that it didn’t matter at the moment. The sweeping folds of her gown allowed just enough movement for her bent knees to grip Alex’s sides as he turned and set her on the altar. He laid her back, his mouth still pressed to her neck, as his hands slid out from beneath her and began to pluck at the strings holding her corset tight. Her world inverted as her head hung partially off of the table. Her mouth hung slightly agape and her eyes unfocused as she latched onto the feelings that pulsed through the flesh of her tight body. Cool air raised goose bumps beneath her satin thigh-high leggings as strong hands lifted her legs just behind the knee, immediately contrasted as hot breath pushed through the thin lace of her panties. She sighed and gripped the edge of the altar as warm kisses pressed through the thin material, moistening her quickly swelling vulva. She closed her eyes as her lips formed to the “oh” that escaped her mouth. Alex’s deft hands finished their task and her generous breasts tingled as they were exposed. His mouth found the hardening nipple of her right breast as his hand found the other, tweaking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She didn’t notice the officiant’s presence until the flesh his cock touched her gaping lips. Instinctively her tongue flicked at the tip of it, readying it to move deeper. She swirled her tongue until her mouth was so full that there wasn’t room to do so anymore, his hard dick pushing her jaw open as it pressed deeper into her. The angle that her hanging head created straightened and lined up her throat, a fact that the cock in her mouth took advantage of. She gagged slightly as it entered her. Fingers ran through her hair and massaged her scalp as the man at her head, Pastor, she decided to call him, began to steadily piston his hips.
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Total Immersion Fair Experience Anonymous 16/09/10(Sat)00:45 No. 24670 ID: e621d8 [Reply]

Carl loved his current gig. He had worked many fair attractions over
the years, but this was by far his favorite. While not as popular as the
iconic 'house of horrors', the 'high tech encounter' brought in a respectable
number of gawkers, and quite unexpectedly offered undreamed-of opportunities.

This attraction featured gadgets with tactile feedback, virtual reality
booths, remote-controlled robots, and all manner of high-tech devices.
In addition to working the public, Carl also designed and tweaked some of the
gadgets. Being given a budget to create his own devices was a dream come true.
And given the nature of his dreams, the result was rather extraordinary.

He had constructed the framework for an exoskeleton, capable of being worn
by a moderately-sized adult, adjustable to older children as well. The sparse
framework had some 3D-printed gingerbread to enhance the coolness factor,
but otherwise there were no broad panels attached, just the minimal scaffolding.
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Omelas 2: Stolen Sacrifice tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 15/09/13(Sun)04:40 No. 23831 ID: 2700cc [Reply]

Not every mother was willing to let her daughter be chosen by a creature for the purpose of being raped and killed. Quinn's mother, Merci, listened to the screams of the last victim for three years, trembling at the high-pitched sounds of terror while holding her daughter who was chosen to be the next one.

So, in the middle of the night, Merci packed up her family and fled the Ring Villages to save her daughter. But, there were other creatures out there, ones with their Omelas, and they were forced to continue fleeing until they came to a former barbarian city, The Mountain Cunt, and where Quinn could finally grow up without fear of the creature from the Bordeli Forest.

But, it was hard for Quinn to fight her nature. She was an Omelas, even if she didn't know it.

This is an erotic novella with all the important things I like in my stories: a sexy woman, a destiny that couldn't be denied, threesomes, huge cocks, tentacles, oviposition, non-consensual tentacles, more tentacles, and fuck, let's add more tentacles.


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Chapter 15: Inadequate (?/f oral anal bd nc tort tent) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/08/24(Wed)09:30 No. 24630 ID: 2700cc

A wave of nausea flooded through Quinn. She groaned, her throat vibrating but no air rushing past to make a noise. A steady headache pulsed in her head, adding to her discomfort and the torture of being stuffed to her limits, suffocating, and the fluttering in her lungs. She rolled her head to the side, wishing she could throw up but nothing came out of her surging stomach.

Each cough wracked her body. She needed to expel the pressure in her lungs, but her body refused to stop. Instead, it tore at her muscles as it tried repeatedly, many times a second. It was hopeless and unstoppable, a torture.

She was starving. She didn't know how long the eggs were inside her but her stomach grumbled with need and the headache continued to pulse in her head. She opened her mouth and drew in a gulp of sea water but the salt didn't parch her thirst or sate the need.

(Weak.)

Quinn shuddered at the powerful thought that ripped through her mind. She tried to respond, to find the words, but no noise came out of her mouth.

(Your body weak. Unable to survive to breed.)

Unable to do anything, she mouthed "I'm sorry." She wanted to say more, but she lost herself in a round of coughing as the wiggling tickled at her sanity. She couldn't focus on anything happening to her body, there were too many things and it was getting hard to concentrate.

(Feed.)
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Chapter 16: Birthing (?/F birth tort) tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/08/31(Wed)17:15 No. 24658 ID: 2700cc

Quinn didn't remember when the tendrils had attached to her breasts, but the gentle sucking was an added pleasure to her tortures. Every second, they would suck at her breasts and her body clenched. And then there was a squirt and the pressure relaxed. It was rhythm and pleasurable, a tickle against her senses that matched with the constant coiling in her pussy and the ripples escaping her asshole.

The pleasure warred with the agony. The squirming in her lungs never ceased, her coughs and gagging never ended. The pressure in her womb only increased, grinding against her senses and swelling her until she was ready to pop.

In the last... she couldn't keep track of time. It felt like days, she could feel the eggs slipping against her destroyed cervix, slipping past only to be pushed back in by the coiled tendril in her cunt. The constant passing scraped over the ruined opening had destroyed any chance of it recovering. The exposed nerves never stopped burning though, and she shuddered with the agonizing movement that conflicted with the pleasure.

There was nothing else in her life. No intellectual discussions, no arguments with parents, nothing. Just alone with her pleasure and pain, bobbing in the darkness of some terrible beast.

Quinn slipped in and out of unconsciousness, following the rhythm of her body but no longer caring about anything. She was being bred, there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was made for it, to be abused and violated. Even with the agony, she felt herself smiling to herself as she enjoyed the fulfillment of her purpose.

And then something changed.

One moment, she was bobbing in the water and the next the tendril stuffing her cunt was slipping out. It had been a long time since she remembered how it felt and the shock of having the muscular length slipping out sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Before, the muscles of her cunt would tighten in reflex, but they were long ruined. Her opening gaped as she felt the cold water rushing in, filling her up and against the egg trying to escape.
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Chapter 17: Barratt [Final] tSade!O9S.2cqv5k 16/09/06(Tue)19:54 No. 24666 ID: 2700cc

Barratt of the Bordeli Forest stormed along the path of some horrid ocean bay. He heard it was called the Cunt and he could see that from the city at the end of the bay and the two sides that lead to a sheltered opening at the base. It would have been amusing if he hadn't been traveling for the last few months in furious anger.

In his hand, he carried the head of the freshly decapitated Pieter and the shrunken one of Klaus, the mayor of the Nissar, one of the villages he protected. Blood trailed behind him, marking his path, but he didn't care.

He could smell the warriors rushing behind him. They had attacked three times now and he fought each one off without breaking a sweat. Electricity coursed along his furry arms and body. More of it sparkled along the barbs of his immense, misshapen cock that dangled between his legs. He was naked, but clothes were for weak humans that needed monsters to protect them.

He could smell his Omelas. Her cunt juices were in the air though the smell was at least a year old. But, he would find her. He would find her and bring her back after slaughtering whatever remained of her family. He promised her parents that if they ran, he would hunt them down, rape, and then kill them. And Barratt kept his promises when he had to wait nineteen years for his payment.

He reached an outcropping of the rock and continued along. But only a few meters beyond it, the smell faded. Turning around, he padded to the outcropping and looked down.

The smell of his cunt was down there but he couldn't see how she survived. It was a cliff that ended in rocks that were hammered by the ocean. There was no shelter, no scent. It was the smell of year old pussy juice, not a fresh cunt of his Omelas.

A growl shook in his chest and he pulled back his lips. He was going to kill someone. Turning slowly, he regarded the hundred men and women who followed him. They were prepared for battle, but they were obviously terrified of him.

He snarled at them. Somehow, they were responsible for his cunt's death and he would be damned if he wasn't going to take his revenge out on the weak humans that cowered in this city. They ruined his Omelas and it would be decades before he could have another one capable of taking his misshapen cock and electricity without dying instantly.
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