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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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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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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.




In need of a writer Anonymous 16/12/27(Tue)06:13 No. 24855 ID: 52d967 [Reply]

Hey folks. Due to hardware issues I'm unable to add text to pictures, but I'm still able to photoshop images. I'm looking for a writer who could write me some erotic stories to go with pictures I've made for myself and others.
Some of the themes would rather dark, BDSM,abuse, forced sex, sex slavery, and others; a few may contain homosexual themes. I've been trying for quite a while now to find someone willing to help me it. Usually someone agrees to help but never follows through.

If you're willing to write some twisted stories, I could return the favor by photoshopping pictures for you. It's a bonus if you're able to add the text to the image itself, I can provide space for the captions, but even just writing some good material would be a great help!

Let me know if you're able to help and we can discuss it over email. Thanks.

I can email you samples of my work, it won't let me post them here. All emails and requests will be remain private.


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HigherMoose 16/12/27(Tue)07:30 No. 24856 ID: 4382e0

What the hell, I'm not getting much of a response with my stuff I post around. I'll do one if you want.

highermoose@outlook.com




Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

C1
Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:45 No. 23425 ID: dcec89

C5

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

The point between being asleep and being awake is something you only really feel every once and a while. An alarm gone off too early, right in the middle of a dream. A sound in the night waking you with instant awareness. Some days you wake up, clear as day, and don't realize twelve hours have passed you by. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stasis.
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:46 No. 23426 ID: dcec89

>>23425
My ID seemed to have changed, but I don't think anyone wants to pretend to have to write this business.

>>23385
Not dead. Just doing it on my own time.


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Anonymous 16/12/25(Sun)01:51 No. 24854 ID: a4a3a9

This was absolutely excellent. I hope the author comes back. I'd not only want a continuation of this, but I wanna read other stuff they've written




The New Box (MF,TG) EC 16/11/21(Mon)15:04 No. 24826 ID: 5cd996 [Reply]

This is my homage to erotic gender bender manga, short and sweet. I still badly need a proofreader. Would appreciate volunteers or just any thoughts you have. This and other stories available here:

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/mithrilmight

The New Box
By Emily Cummings

David was unbelievably, undeniably, overwhelmingly bored. Grimly he fiddled with his
phone, debating another round Candy Crush as the minutes crawled by. Sunlight poured
through the window, but David wasn’t deceived, it was mightily cold outside. He sank deeper
into the old couch, ignoring the draft from the old windows, checking his phone for any new
messages that had arrived in the last thirty seconds.

Since his university was all but abandoned during the long weekend, David had unexpectedly
decided to return to his childhood home, only to discover his parents had left for a cruise
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Harem Thief: A Nisekoi Fanfic (mc, ntr, m/fffff) Anonymous 14/05/18(Sun)22:32 No. 21789 ID: e06ffc [Reply]

Life as a background character is boring. Every day is the same, nothing interesting ever happens. Every morning going to school, every evening coming home, with everything in between full of the same, mundane, humdrum, banal, mindnumbing routine.

For me and the rest of the class, about the only interesting thing in our lives was the harem. Five girls who were entirely unreasonably blessed.

First, they were pretty. Not just pretty. Unreasonably pretty. The other girls in the class confirmed that only one of them wore even the lightest of makeup, but they were all so perfect and unblemished that they made actors and models look plain and awkward.

Second, they were rich. Unreasonably rich. They lived in mansions and entire penthouse apartment floors. They flew around the world, bought extravagant luxuries, sicced their servants and thugs on anyone who looked at them wrong, and didn’t even really have a concept of money that made sense at the normal level.

Third, they were talented. Unreasonably talented. Some were gifted academically, able to get a perfect score on any test while paying no attention in class. One of the girls was actually our teacher, a girl who had sped through school and college to get her license at only nineteen years of age. Some were gifted athletically. There were rumors of one even having superhuman athletic ability that let her shatter stone buildings with a single kick.

They were freaks. But the freakiest thing of all was that every single one of them had the same obsession. Raku Ichijo. Every single one of them was head over heels infatuated with the guy. The rest of us were absolute trash as far they were concerned, but he was a god who could do no wrong, someone they were more than happy to all shamelessly fawn over together. It was so fucking stupid.

Right now, we were supposed to be having a class meeting. There was a school festival coming up and every class was responsible for a project to try and raise some money. With the harem in our class, the obvious choice for the boys was to exploit that and go with a maid cafe. Only one of the freaks, Marika, seemed to like the idea, though she made clear that she’d only be serving one person in the classroom. The rest of the girls, mundane and freak alike, were against the idea, either from embarrassment, outrage, or a fear of having to compete with one of the harem girls and being humiliated by it. Our teacher, Yui, was more than content to stand by, too busy playing with Raku’s hair to pay attention or do her job.

It was dragging on and on and on.
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Anonymous 14/10/13(Mon)17:27 No. 22561 ID: 6f3c84

Good god man, this is amazing! Breaking up a slice of life anime is apparently one of my fetishes.

Moar please.


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Anonymous 15/01/01(Thu)20:38 No. 23045 ID: 15701f

Great work so far OP. Can you give us an indication of how soon we may see an update please?


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Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)13:20 No. 24813 ID: ea5f64

I know it's been a while, but I have faith that you will return somnophile! In the meantime, bump!




Of Rome Anonymous 16/11/12(Sat)06:26 No. 24812 ID: 77e026 [Reply]

https://www.patreon.com/enthusiast

M, F, f, b, g, guro (occasional), scat (occasional), Beast (occasional), trap (probable)
Also: Slavery, mind-break, punishment, philosophy


Of Rome


A story of slavery by Enthusiast
Inspired by the world of 'Jack-O-Nine-Tails'


Crying.
The sound of a trail of recently captured 'Lost'. People who appear at the border of the realm are almost immediately captured, those unlucky enough not to be are most often killed by werewolves or raped to death by the Fiends, large masses of tentacles whose only bodily function is to breed with human women. Nobody is quite sure why the Lost end up in the fogs, but through their stories we've learned of many worlds beside our own.
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