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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

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LF Summer RV Trip by Stonebrow anon 22/05/13(Fri)21:30 No. 27610 ID: 01272e

anyone know where this story could be found? It doesn't seem to be anywhere

READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

Hiraeth OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/08/16(Fri)03:09 No. 26149 ID: b49468 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

Tags: isekai, medieval fantasy, slavery, bondage, sex, interspecies romance, Stockholm syndrome, medieval economics, politics

The following contains scenes of adult situations and graphic violence not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.


To say I was someone dissatisfied with life is an understatement. I was never a very happy person. As a child, I had few friends, and most of the ones I did have either moved away at some point, or stabbed me in the back. It still irritates to this day, every time I remember how my 'friend' Jason bragged to me about selling his buddy Ron a damaged copy of Tomb Raider he knew didn't work... and he'd actually sold it to me. He wasn't just an asshole for selling me a game he knew was too scratched up to play, he couldn't tell me and Ron apart from each other. We were interchangeable. I'd thought he was my best friend, and that's how little I meant to him.

High school was a drag. I consistently had the highest grades in my class, all while barely putting any effort in. Between my being a nerd and everyone else being jealous of my grades (seriously, I had a straight A average and the second best kid struggled to maintain a B average. The American education system is a joke. School is nothing but a convenient place to warehouse children while their parents are at work, with the added benefit of being government indoctrination centers. The actual education part is a distant second in terms of priority.), I got picked on a lot. I mean, a LOT. The one and only time some asshole tried to get physical with me, I kicked his ass. I'd been taking karate lessons since grade school, but I didn't even use any of that; I just knocked him to the ground after he hit me, then beat his face in with a rock. I, uh, might have gone a little overboard. To be fair, he started it, and I had YEARS of pent up anger and frustration, and I was well and truly sick of his shit by that point. Once I was done being suspended from school (I honestly think the only reason I wasn't expelled was because I had singlehandedly raised the GPA for the entire class and it made them look good), everyone knew what had happened. So they ignored me. Instead of constantly mocking me, messing with my desk, and basically being jerks, they simply pretended I didn't exist. I was fine with that. I just sat in the back of the class and read science fiction and fantasy novels all day; the teachers didn't care, so long as I kept acing the standardized tests they passed around every month or so like holy writ.

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Anonymous 22/05/10(Tue)16:11 No. 27608 ID: 0dd8fc

No worries, OP! Sorry for your loss. Glad you’re still around!

Anonymous 22/05/13(Fri)10:05 No. 27609 ID: 642b99


Good to have you back again. I knew you wouldn't have just disappeared without saying anything, unless there was a significant reason. Sorry to hear about the funeral.

Anonymous 22/05/20(Fri)03:36 No. 27611 ID: 642824

Sorry to hear, OP. Liska is a good girl.

Helping Move In Rachett 22/03/21(Mon)07:11 No. 27576 ID: ee046d [Reply]

Haven't been able to find a story quite like what I wanting to read, so I decided to write one. See if you like it.

(MF, M solo, MgFb, anal, implied incest.)

Brian crashed down on the couch, exhausted. He had just finished bringing in the last of the boxes from the u-haul into his dads new house, having spent the day helping him move in. The last load had been clearing out the storage unit his dad had kept most of his things(under Brian's name) in while he had been staying in a crap apartment during the divorce.
He had loaded and unloaded it all solo, his Dad having left early in the evening to go to the night shift he was covering for a coworker. He had told Brian not to worry about it, to just crash and take the night off to enjoy his first weekend of summer vacation from freshman year at college.
But he had done it anyway, he figured it would work as payment for his dad letting him crash here for free while he was out of school. It beat having to stay with Mom.
As he relaxed, he started thinking about what to do to entertain himself. He was too tired to think about going out, while the TV was set up, the cable and internet service wasnt going to be for another week.
So his usual private pastime of surfing the net for porn was out.
He did recall one of the boxes he hauled in had been labeled VCR though. The box was big enough that it had to also have tapes in it, and TV was old enough that it still had the right RCA connections.
Deciding some vintage movies and take out was good enough a prospect, he called in a pizza and went to unpack and peruse the nights options.
In the big box was about along with the slightly beat up old VCR was the usual assortment of uncased stacks of VHSs that accumulate in any household of a certain time, in a variety of genres, with peeling labels showing 80s action movies, kids cartoons, taped sport events and shows. Browsing through the top layer he decided on Predator as good nostalgic time waster.
By the time he had set things up the pizza had arrived, so he sat back and worked his way through too much pizza, and not enough action. He had forgotten how good a movie it was, in its own 80s way, that after finishing it and putting away the pizza he went back to the box to find out if the sequel was also in the cache.
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Helping Move In Part 2 Rachet 22/04/11(Mon)11:50 No. 27582 ID: 44666e

Hell yeah, there's more!" Brian's dad, Scott exclaimed.
"Here, we can come back to this one later, I'll show you some of the wild shit." Scott said as he stood from the couch and went to the VCR.
He ejected the tape as the video had started ramping up the porn music again, his bare ass and dangling cock and balls blocking the screen.
"Where did you put the box these were in?"
"Back in the garage." Brian gestured behind him, as his father walked past the couch.
His heart still racing from what had just transpired, but now starting to calm down with the lack of on screen stimulation, he realized he was covered in cooling cum, most his, and some his fathers.
He pulled off his already soiled t-shirt, and used it to wipe off his face, crotch and legs of most of the semen, but would need to take a shower to really clean it off. He tossed the shirt aside.
His jeans, which along with his underwear had been pulled down around his knees, had escaped the downpour, so he pulled them off and threw them aside, then pulled up his underwear over his now softened cock.
This done, still waiting for his dad to return, he starting questioning what had happened.
Oh god, I just jacked off to watching kids getting fucked!
And they were my dads tapes!
And he caught me. And then jacked off with me.
What the fuck.
Now he's going to show me more.
Where did he get them? How long has he had them?
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Helping Move In part 3 Rachett 22/05/09(Mon)18:38 No. 27606 ID: 753fd9

Brian awoke the next morning after a night of strange dreams in a very uncomfortable position.
Having passed out naked on top of the unmade bed, laying on his stomach he had the most painful case of morning wood he had ever had. He was still covered in dried cum residue despite his attempts last night to wipe it off, and it pulled and cracked on his skin.
His cock was still sore from the abuse it had been put through the night, but his dreams had cause it to swell again, but trapped under his body it was bent at an odd angle, and now felt like bad muscle cramp, while his balls felt like they had a knot in them.
Groaning and exhausted, he managed to flip over on the bed. Now free, his dick, jutting as stiff as a rod, pulsed involuntarily. His usual solution to this issue was to jerk off, but on grasping it in his normal manner he found it far to sensitive, flesh still slightly raw and tingly like just after cumming. After several moments it still didnt seem to be fading despite the pain, which was building like a bad case of blue balls. Also needing to piss badly, he haggardly rose from the bed and staggered past the maze of unpacked boxes to the bathroom, tugging down on his balls in an effort to ease his discomfort.
The bathroom was also partially cluttered with half empty boxes, but he made it to the toilet without issue. What was an issue, was his erection still persisted, and attempting to push it down to an angle to piss into bowl brought sharp pain through his testicles. Giving up, he instead stepped into the shower stall and, bracing himself, turned it on cold full blast and stood in the stream. After several minutes of this, despite shivering all over, his adamantium boner still refused to back down.
'Where was this when I needed it all year during hookups at college?' He thought to himself bitterly.
His bladder was now demanding release, and with no other option, he tried to piss. It was agony as he dribbled out a few drops, burning down his shaft, and he had to force himself to try and piss harder, straining like he was forcing a golf ball down a garden hose, before finally a steady stream started flowing. Once that dam broke it was like a firehose, the sound of his piss hitting the wall of the stall overpowering the shower itself for a moment.
Once his bladder was empty, his erection finally started to wither, though his balls still ached.
Switching to warm water, he quickly washed off last night's traces, shampooing twice to get all the clumps of his dried cum out from his hair.
After finishing he had to stand in the stall for a few minutes to let himself dry, as he had forgot to grab a towel.
His cock hadnt deflated entirely, still half-swollen but limp and flexible at least.
Impatient, he shook himself like a dog to get as much of the water off himself, then left the bathroom in search of a towel and some clothes.
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Mika, Mika Anonymous 19/06/30(Sun)04:34 No. 26107 ID: 273d8d [Reply] [Last 50 posts]


Inspired/influenced by the biggest masterpiece of our time, "Roommates", is an attempt at the genre of my own (though nowhere as good as Roommates). Takes place in an unnamed Scandinavian country; it's my first story and English isn't my mother language so it's probably pretty stiff.

Day one

Like many other places around the world, Japanese culture had become rather popular in the capital of my country, so a number of years ago, a two-day open-air Japanese culture festival had popped up to be held every spring, in one of the bigger parks close to the center of the city. As a closeted weaboo, it was only natural for me to go there. The first year I went alone, not having any friends at the time also into Japanese stuff. The festival was pretty typical, I assume, with Japanese food stalls, different games for the kids, and performances of martial arts, dances and so on. In contrast to “real” festivals in Japan, however, this was held during the day.

The stalls and performances were okay, but what really caught my surprise - and interest - was all the cosplay taking place, so I spent most of the two days looking at that. It was a real thrill to see my favorite characters being brought to life, but I was too shy to approach any of the cute girls walking around. Talking with someone one-on-one would have been okay, but they were always in groups with their friends, so I didn’t know how to join in, especially just when I was just wearing plain clothes.

So with nothing much happening, I skipped out going for the next couple of years. Entering university, I made a circle of fellow weeaboo friends and one of them suggested that we go to the festival that year. Figuring it would be better to go with someone else than alone, I agreed. Barely anything at the festival had changed, perhaps for some furries having showed up for some reason. After making our round to visit the stalls, we kept our eyes out for any cute girls to chat up. However, even though we could now act as wing-men for each other, we didn’t have much luck in getting to know any of the cosplayers. First of all, most of them seemed to still be teenagers, while we were in our early twenties, and once we did find someone our age, they had obviously gone to the festival to flirt with strangers. It probably didn’t help that we were not cosplaying ourselves, but we thought that that would be overdoing it.

The following year, my friend suggested we go again, and with nothing else to do, I agreed. An extraordinarily warm day for spring, I showed up earlier than planned, and wandered around while waiting for my friend. That’s when I saw her for the first time. In the midst of the sea of middle-aged people studying the exhibit of a Japanese garden, and the cosplayers with their big, complicated costumes, I caught a glimpse of a simple and traditional sailor school uniform. The pureness o Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 22/04/30(Sat)20:57 No. 27601 ID: 477c5b

Mika flipped through a couple of pages, her eyes attentively darting around. I don’t think I had seen her so focused on something that wasn’t some kind of entertainment media before.

“Hmm…I don’t know, but there are actually surprisingly many that can be deadly. I had no idea.”

“Huh. I even asked as a joke. I wouldn’t have thought that there would be anything growing here that could do anything more than give you rashes, or make you throw up.”

“Yeah. I guess. I think the most dangerous ones are those that look like ramson, since people use that for cooking.”

I scooted over to sit right up against Mika, and we read about some of the surprisingly dangerous plants together. I immediately felt better just by touching her, even if it was only our shoulders. A couple of minutes passed before Josie came back, with a slightly worried look on her face. I tried acting natural.

“Oh hey. Did you get your hair dry?”

“What? Oh, uh, yeah.”

She felt around on her hair, just to be sure I guess.
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Anonymous 22/05/02(Mon)08:02 No. 27603 ID: 0f9912

Thanks for the update!

That was a fun scene with the sunscreen, I'm liking the banter and the hilarious "reluctance" from Josie. And also the complete nonchalence of Mika at all of it.

It makes sense that Josie would want what Mika has seeing that they have similar tastes and backgrounds. Whole thing has a very wholesome feel to it.

Anonymous 22/05/09(Mon)10:26 No. 27605 ID: 0f9912

I think I’m obsessed with this story

First Time Story Nomad 19/09/18(Wed)21:33 No. 26317 ID: eff46c [Reply]

This is a first-time story that is also my first time posting. I hope you enjoy it.

straight, teen, consensual, romantic, explicit sex


I was not a good gymnast, but I enjoyed being on the team because it was fun and it made me marginally "cooler". And of course, as a 16 year old boy, I enjoyed being around the female gymnasts who practiced every morning at the same time as the boys. Their petite bodies were lean and muscular, and the revealing outfits left little to the imagination. To me they were the pinnacle of sexiness, and I masturbated thinking about them frequently.

Even though I was short compared to most boys my age, I was in pretty good physical shape. And people sometimes complimented my hair. I like to think I was decent looking, but my appeal was diminished by low self esteem. I was a virgin. In fact I'd never really had a girlfriend. All of these girls I pined for were way out of my league, and I had never approached any girl who was "in my league" for fear of missing out on something better. How ignorant I was.

So I had become friendly with the girl's gymnastics team "trainer", Tara, who was a senior, one grade above me. She had been a good gymnast at one time, but a knee injury had taken her out of the sport. She helped the girls with equipment, spotting, and physical therapy. A side benefit to being friends with Tara was it put me in proximity to the other gymnast girls, and I had hoped maybe she'd even put in a good word for me.

Tara had never dressed provocatively like the most popular girls did. She always wore modest attire that was never tight or revealing. The exact details of her figure were a mystery, but she was in good shape, though no longer "athletic", and she had at least C-cup breasts.

Her skin was pale and she had straight dirty-blonde hair, full lips and round face. She wore glasses that covered blue eyes that looked like she must have had a Scandinavian heritage. Overall, she was average-to-pretty, at least 8 out of 10, and she exuded wholesome innocence.
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Nomad 19/09/23(Mon)14:41 No. 26341 ID: eff46c

Thanks. It's almost done. I will probably be posting it somewhere else that will allow me to make edits.

Nomad 19/10/01(Tue)21:59 No. 26388 ID: eff46c

Another story is now ready here:

Anonymous 22/05/08(Sun)21:46 No. 27604 ID: eff46c

Dear elit readers, this looks like a good place to share your first time stories.

Please, tell us about the first time you saw a naked woman, or got head, or laid in this thread.

Nicole Anonymous 17/03/26(Sun)23:08 No. 24958 ID: f4ad1f [Reply]

Was considering posting this elsewhere, but decided on here.


When I was five, my younger sister Nicole was born. There isn’t a lot I recall about that time, other than the excitement of meeting my younger sibling, my dad taking me to the toy store the night of the birth to pick out a stuffed animal for both myself, and my soon to be sibling.

Then, things got tense. It was a bit of a blur, but my mother became very protective of my newly born sister. I recall my father saying he just wanted her to have a normal life. Something my mother apparently didn’t take kindly to.

And, so here I was, helpless, five years old, listening to my parent’s argue almost constantly, and being very confused..

My mother was extremely protective of my sister. There were none of the usual things one would expect of siblings. Bathing together, naked frolicking, etc.

I didn’t really think anything of it. I just found her annoying, as anyone would a younger sibling who followed you around and tried to constantly get your attention. “Will, Will, Will.” she’d repeat annoyingly.

And then the divorce. And my father moved out. And I, as a stupid ten year old will do, stole and crashed my mother’s car because I’d decided I wanted to live with my dad despite the courts saying otherwise. I don’t think I made it a quarter mile. It was almost comical.
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Anonymous 17/04/14(Fri)22:05 No. 24995 ID: 845b31

How more please.

Anonymous 17/05/23(Tue)20:25 No. 25037 ID: f4ad1f

“Whatever this is, I want in.” I said, entering the room, naked, my dick standing at attention. I noted that both my mother and sister were still hard as a rock. These girls had stamina.

“Will, this is wrong. You’re my son.”

“You know I just caught you getting fucked by your own daughter, right? Who I fucked myself just under an hour ago?”

My mother’s eyes widened, glancing back to Nicole on the bed, who was now giggling hysterically. Her dick was leaking copious amounts of cum onto her stomach.

I just stepped forward and gave my mother a hug, our dicks touching and smearing my chest with her own cum in the process. “You know, Joanna was trans?” I asked as I glanced over my shoulder to my sister,who was still leaning back on the bed, her dick hard.

“No, I… uh...”

Nicole gave me a grin and a wink, and within an instant I’d spun my mother around, and kissed her deeply, our hard dicks still rubbing up against each other. My mother briefly resisted, but then pushed back with equal force. She grabbed my dick and guided me into her dripping pussy. I reciprocated by taking her throbbing erection in my hand and began gently stroking it.

A quick glance at Nicole showed she knew what my plan was, as she’d sufficiently lubed up her own cock.
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Anonymous 22/04/26(Tue)23:48 No. 27597 ID: c35f59

to boldly save what is almost completely lost

Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."


I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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Anonymous 21/03/01(Mon)08:13 No. 27205 ID: 87a784

I hope there's an ending to this... it's not a perfect story but it's still a damn good one.

Anonymous 21/03/06(Sat)21:55 No. 27209 ID: 56b7be

whoa! well, hope to see something from you soon. agree with the guy above; even if it's not your favorite thing you've made, it's pretty solid.

Anonymous 22/04/24(Sun)15:41 No. 27594 ID: c3f643

One Final Chapter to wrap everything up... Please.

I've been waiting on this, and I've considered trying to write my own ending to this, just for my own satisfaction, but there's still too much unknown (Linoge motivation, what mood Soli wants to leave us with at the ending, etc.) So anything I come up with feels like it tarnishes the vision for the story...

Please Soli, send help.

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

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

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

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

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

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Heya Uninvited 21/02/20(Sat)02:43 No. 27196 ID: 07701b

Ok, gonna finish this one.

Uninvited 21/02/20(Sat)02:45 No. 27197 ID: 07701b


Yup, still alive!

Silent 22/04/02(Sat)11:49 No. 27578 ID: 7dfd28

This inspires me. I've never tried writing as a hobby or as a creative outlet, but I do read a lot and I do care a great deal about stories, much the same as you. Maybe it's worth giving a try, just to see if it's something I enjoy or for which I have a talent. And who knows, maybe in a few months or a year I'll contribute to elit.

Enjoyable read here too. I'm a sucker for Celtic and Norse fiction in general. And that line, "One of my names is Andra. I would give it to you. For a time, I am yours," is a pretty decent hook, if ever I've read one. I do hope you finish this story eventually.

AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

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Shadow 21/12/10(Fri)04:55 No. 27448 ID: f5e720

Don't know how often you check here, so I also sent this to your feedback email. Pardon the redundancy.

I have an interesting relationship with your works. Some I like, some I don't, but you're always doing something interesting. Something different. I like your conventional stories most, and I miss Relatively Powered. I don't like how dark a couple of the iCity tales got, or how casual or kinky the Phil Phantom tributes get, but I do understand why you do them. You're good at explaining yourself.

Countdown feels like a merging of your standard and Phil tribute styles, and it was very much worth the read. The building anticipation, the slippery slope, watching Haley gradually be corrupted but still fighting it. If this had been any other porn story, things would have gone according how they seemed. But no, a last minute serve that was properly set up earlier. It has been a long time since I've been this turned on by a story, heart hammering and all.

And yet, I'm also disappointed, much in the same way Haley was. The naughty side of me wanted to be there when Alice got pregnant, be a witness to something so wrong, but so erotic happening. I understand this is in service to the twist and I think the story is better for it, but I still can't help feeling disappointed. If you weren't so busy with other stories that you're working on, I'd ask for a side chapter. Either from Charlie's POV as he feels the excitement of being with Alice and accomplishing his goal, or from Alice's POV as she feels the excitement of this strange new thing with her favorite person, not knowing his intentions or what her body is about to go through.

I don't know how often you get feedback, but Countdown is your best erotic-focused work so far, and I'm glad to see that the time you take to write these is well invested. I look forward to your other works, good sir!

Shadow 21/12/20(Mon)21:36 No. 27458 ID: 6e1341

I do want to add that the twist tickled my enjoyment for 'that shouldn't have happened' thanks to all the build up that occurred. It also helps that I also thought there was some chance to get out of it and had forgotten the rules along with Haley.

Shadow 22/03/23(Wed)04:56 No. 27577 ID: 850396

I'm aware that this may border on seeming obsessive, but I'm the sort that thinks of what to say long after the fact. And then the thought sticks in my head until I get it out.

Anyway, I wanted to mention that one of the reasons I enjoyed this one over the other Phil Phantom tributes was because this one did more showing and less telling. Your other PP tributes tend to have more telling, talking about sexual things in a matter of fact manner in the past tense (Reality Checks is a good example of this). Personally, that's not very sexy to me. Whereas with Countdown, I like that you take the time to expand on and show the key moments where Chloe takes another step in helping or watching her daughter become a sexual being (with one exception of a mentioned use of dildo for oral use). Examples of this being when she starts making the milkshakes, then gets Alice involved in making said shakes. You tell about Haley's own sexual exploits, but that's fine here because the focus isn't on her, but on what Charlie is trying to do with Alice. Again, a little bummed that we didn't get to be there for Alice's impregnation, but I appreciate what you took the time to show.

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