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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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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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Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program Storyteller95 16/08/06(Sat)05:46 No. 24550 ID: 9b9ff7 [Reply]

The story begins in the next post. The first sex scene will be in the post following that one. This post is for disclaimers and explanation of the setting. These posts are my first draft and I may later edit them and post them to asstr.org or storiesonline.net I haven't decided yet.

The story will involve under-age characters, both boys and girls although the current main character is a twelve year old girl. It will also involve adult men having sex with the under-age characters, rape, violence, prostitution, interracial sex, lesbian sex, straight sex, possibly at some point gay male sex, and a prison setting. If these bother you stop reading now. Other things may come up as well, it's a work in progress and ideas I haven't thought up yet may come into play. Things I can guarantee will NOT feature are scat, water sports, gore, snuff, bestiality, furries, or fantasy elements such as magic.

The author does not condone or practice the activities the characters engage in.

The setting is a near future dystopia (I intend to remain vague on the date so if this becomes long running I don't overlap the real world date). In an attempt to appear tough on youth crime without throwing teens and children in with the adult general population the government has allowed the private for profit prison industry to set up the "Youth Offender Restitution Program".

If someone under 18 commits a crime (which rapidly expanded to things like "got into a fight at school" or "caused a disruption in class and was escorted out by school security") the court system orders their parents to pay a fine. Part of the fine goes to the city, part goes to any victims as recompense (or for victimless crimes to an appropriate charity. For example, part of a fine for drug possession or low level dealing goes to addiction treatment.) The majority of the fine though goes to the Youth Offender Restitution program.

When they can't pay the fine (or if they just WON'T because they're tired of all the trouble the kid gets into) the child is taken into custody by the program and is forced to work off the fine. However the program does not provide a job for them. Instead it fits the Youth Offenders with a collar that monitors their location at all times so they can pick them up if they try to run off or escape after curfew and sends them out during the day to make money on their own. However, the economy of the setting is doing poorly and many jobs a kid could do are being done by adults desperate for work. And besides, who wants to hire a juvenile delinquent to babysit their kid or walk their dog or mow their lawn? The dirty little secret of the program is that there's only one way the Youth Offenders have to make any real money. Prostitution. Of course if they're caught prostituting themselves, or causing trouble in any way (including sometimes just pissi Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Storyteller95 16/08/21(Sun)02:47 No. 24621 ID: 453291

The delay between posts has mostly been because it's been difficult for me to find time to write this past week. This should tide you over for a while while I work on more. No sex this post, but Katy does get groped and humiliated by a guard. Her first client is coming soon.

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I cried myself to sleep and exhausted after everything that had happened to me slept until the PA system crackled loudly and a static filled voice announced that we had five minutes to prepare for morning inspection before showering and breakfast being served. According to the clock in the cell it was eleven in the morning, it seemed a late time to start the day in a prison even for a Saturday but after a few seconds thought I realized that considering the way Youth Offenders have to make the money to pay back our fines we're more likely to find 'work' in the evening and after dark than in the morning. The late start to the day was because we were expected to be out late into the night.

I tried to avoid looking at Jazzy who was already awake and smirking at me from her side of the cell; already neat and tidy; as I hurriedly made my bed and made sure last night's laundry was in the cells hamper. Just as I finished a guard walked up to our cell for the inspection. Dave was probably off duty now this was a new man, a tall black man who looked like he spent most of his free time working out. His head was shaven bald, either a fashion statement or because he'd started losing his hair and decided to give in I wasn't sure which it was hard for me to tell his age. As his eyes crawled over me I shifted uncomfortably realizing how little of my body the thin flimsy gown I was wearing covered. As soon as I moved I wished I hadn't, the lose gown slipped over my shoulder a bit showing off even more skin making his smile grow. Glancing down in spite of myself as I pulled it back into place I realized his smile wasn't the only thing that was growing as he looked at me. Either that or he was smuggling a flashlight in his pants, a really big one. Both it and his smile grew even more as he looked at face and the evidence of what Jazzy had forced me to do last night.

"Up against the wall girls." He ordered, his voice hard. I followed Jazzy's example and stood facing my dresser with my hands on my head as he went through the cell. In front of me a cheap tablet sat held to the top of the dresser with what looked to be a thick layer of epoxy, the same way they secured them at my school to make sure no one tried to steal one when the teachers weren't looking. A light on the side was blinking like it was trying to alert me to something but I didn't have time to check it out at the moment. Behind me I heard him turning over the mattress and removing the sheets on the bed I'd just finished making. Searching for contraband, or ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Storyteller95 16/09/04(Sun)03:21 No. 24662 ID: 981940

Found something to do with the shower scene that didn't step on other upcoming scenes. Warning, if you can forget most of what's happened to Katy and what's coming in both her and Maria's futures portions of this update can be considered rated A for adorable. Or at least C for cute.

Scene contains violence, and implied M/g/f Voyeurism, racial slurs directed at the characters. And a cute girl developing a crush.

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As I walked unsteadily away from my cell the new guard shouted after me “Hey, New Girl. Almost forgot to tell you what I told that pretty little beaner that came in with you yesterday,” Oh God. He'd been in Maria's cell too? The nasty slur he'd called her barely registered, had that poor girl gotten the same treatment from him as me? “On the way to the shower stop at the commissary and get a makeup kit so you can dolled up for work. You make more money if you make yourself look pretty, you get me New Girl?” I really wished I didn't get him. I was sure Maria hadn't.

I stopped at the commissary like he'd told me and they explained how the system worked. I could buy anything the carried, like pretty hair ribbons, hair styling products, pretty jewelry made out of materials to flimsy to use as weapons, paper back books, candy and other treats we couldn't get from the cafeteria, and of course makeup. The only catch was that we paid for it all by adding it to our fine. And I noticed everything cost about five times as much as it would have on the outside. The makeup kit they were giving me today was free though, but I was expected to pay to replace anything that got used up. If anything happened and I had to replace the whole kit it would be $200. I was shocked by the price, this wasn't designer label stuff (which the commissary did carry at their highly inflated prices), it looked like about $30 of makeup in a $5 box. I took the kit and walked to the showers biting my lip fretfully and swearing to myself I would never ever shop at the commissary for anything I didn't absolutely need.

I seemed to be the last girl to arrive, I pushed the door open and tentatively walked in. Girls were sitting around in varying states of undress, some of them doing their hair or putting on make up, others gossiping as they waited for their turn in the showers which seemed to be pretty close to full. As I shrugged off my gown trying not to think about the cameras and what the guards were probably doing as they watched I heard a young girl cry out inside the showers. A very familiar voice with a slight Spanish accent.

I rushed in, nearly tripping over a few half naked girls on my way there. Maria was standing there, her hair full of shampoo that was running down her face and probably stinging her eyes as a blond blue eyed white girl with a large chest who looked about fiftee Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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storyteller95 16/09/04(Sun)06:14 No. 24663 ID: 981940

And I just realized I forgot to have Jazzy call her Katy-baby in the showers. I'll have to fix that when I do a later draft. I wanted a scene later where Maria asks her if she can call her Katy-baby too. Understandably Katy doesn't want that.




Harley's story Storyteller95 16/08/21(Sun)08:00 No. 24622 ID: 453291 [Reply]

The story begins in the second post, both because I'm not sure how long a single post can be and so people can easily skip past all the disclaimers and stuff in this non-story post and get straight to the story if they want.

I know I've got people waiting for more in my Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program story. Right now I'm trying to decide if something should happen in the showers or if I should just gloss over the showers and breakfast and skip to Katy's first day working. In the mean time I started working on another story idea I had mentioned before. One about a young runaway named Harley. This story can be considered complete after the finish of the first sex scene, but if people enjoy it the story could continue with further occurrences in young Harley's life on the streets.

The story codes for this will spoil you on a twist that occurs several paragraphs into the story, on the other hand the twist will not be to everyone's taste so it's up to you if you want to stop reading this before you get to the story codes and skip straight to the story.

Unlike my other story this is set in our current time in the real world. It is not however a true story and no characters are based on any real people living or dead. No one was harmed in the creation of this story. It is a work of fiction and the author does not condone the actions of the characters. Last chance to bail out before the story codes spoil the twist.

The story contains: Prost, viol, NC, Rape, Oral, Anal, Mb, cd.

If it continues beyond the first sex scene it may contain other sexual acts but like my other story will never involve snuff, gore, scat, water sports, or furies.


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Storyteller95 16/08/26(Fri)22:24 No. 24649 ID: b1488a

Anon, the only people who wouldn't know that would be those who skipped the story codes because they didn't want to find out before they read the story and were willing to accept the risk that the twist wouldn't be something they enjoyed.

If the issue is that you did read the codes and didn't understand them then I suggest you familiarize yourself with the commonly used ASSTR story codes. http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm

Knowing what those codes mean can prevent you from reading a story that you won't enjoy due to the content. Anyone who read the codes and understood them would have seen it coming long before it was revealed in the story and I'd be surprised if a lot of people wouldn't have anyway.


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Anonymous 16/08/27(Sat)15:01 No. 24651 ID: 6dc048

definitely would like more


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Storyteller95 16/08/31(Wed)09:19 No. 24657 ID: f8b9d9

>>24651

Glad to know someone enjoyed it. New Tales from the Youth Offender Restitution Program first, hopefully before Monday, then we'll see.




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