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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

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!


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Anonymous 22/09/22(Thu)00:23 No. 27673 ID: ffb8af

>storiesonline is cringe and costs money
>asstr is dead
There really should be a text-booru for elit.




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.
Adios,
Cowboy




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.

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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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Amazing Anonymous 22/09/10(Sat)21:33 No. 27656 ID: f69a9f

Love this story, although I do wish you'd continue Roommates.


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Anonymous 22/09/15(Thu)05:49 No. 27663 ID: 8d216a

Even though this is in elit, I am just as interested in the world and lore and story than I am in the erotic parts. Liska is a good girl!


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Anonymous 22/09/24(Sat)08:06 No. 27677 ID: 43d4d7

Liska is a great girl :) I wonder what became of the slave girl of that mean lady?




Mika, Mika Anonymous 19/06/30(Sun)04:34 No. 26107 ID: 273d8d [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Mg

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 22/09/22(Thu)21:12 No. 27674 ID: 477c5b

>>27672
Really? Hmm... Both options are possible, I guess. I'm gonna call a vote and let the people decide:

A. Mika will be there when [spoiler!] Josie loses her virginity
B. Mika will not be there when Josie loses her virginity


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Anonymous 22/09/23(Fri)01:06 No. 27675 ID: 9de435

+1 for Mika being there.


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Anonymous 22/09/24(Sat)00:39 No. 27676 ID: 337dcf

>>27674

+1 for Mika NOT being there.
I think that Josie first time should be more intimate, you could reserve more threesomes for later*




*I would also like a future chapter where David convinces the girls to do scissoring...




My Little Robin (loli) spiderfiend!ozOtJW9BFA 14/11/20(Thu)07:17 No. 22831 ID: d09574 [Reply]

The book was old. It was bound in a now faded leather that hinted at the color black. It had several tears that had been stitched shut, some with professional precession and some were rough and untrained. The wear and tear the tomb exhibited could not even begin to tell the tale that lay inside it's pages. If it were to be opened one would find the paper musty,stiff, and yellowed with age. Some of the pages seem to have been torn out leaving only short ragged stubs to testify for their existence. Inside the worn cover of the old book was a short paragraph of small tightly written script pinned in black ink that had long since faded to blue, it read.

“ To my Robin, my daughter, my wife, my lover. You are what kept me going all these years. Yours forever Edward.”

May 19, 1954
I have not been this excited since I was a child on Christmas morning. My name is Edward Blanton, I am twenty nine years old, and I am a ornithologist. That is a bird scientist. I follow birds, watch birds, I love birds, birds are my passion. I will record all of my findings in this journal for posterity, but first I need to explain the adventure I am currently on.

You see there is a little known rare species of bird called the Blue Pope. It is a small bird close cousin to the finch but has a interesting blue coloration that makes it unique. It nests in southern Mexico during the winter months, but no one knows where they go for the summer. The Blue Pope has one other strange quality about it that makes it special. In the small southern town where the birds nest for half the year, it is the only place in Mexico where you can find Pope Berries. The berries are not native to the area and they seem to only begin sprouting when the birds appear every season. This has lead me to believe that the two are tied together somehow.

So no one knows where these strange little birds go for the summer, no one except me. I found out where they have been hiding, on my grandfathers land in Montana. I found this out several months ago when I was going through some of my grandfathers old books and found a sprig of Pope Berries pressed between the pages of one large tomb. When I asked my mother about it she told me it was from the cabin her father owned in the mountains, and that these plants grew wild there. It is a chunk of land closed off in a hidden valley that you had to have a plane to get to. Unless you were willing to hike the two days it took to get to the old cabin and that was a long trip over rough ground.

So here I am on a train to Montanan with my last seventy five bucks in my pocket. I hope that my guess is correct and I find my little birds there.

May 21, 1954
I have walked for the last two days and have finally reached the edge of the valley. I am sitting on the rim of what I can only assume is a old volcano bowl. There is a sizable lake at the very bottom of the crater that I was t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 18/04/19(Thu)19:07 No. 25513 ID: c001b8

spiderfiend. I read this when you first posted it and loved the style in which you wrote it. I don't know why, but didn't comment at the time as I should have done, so I hope this doesn't come too late and that you still view this occasionally. Excellent story and I would love to see more from you, as I'm sure others would too. If there is anyone else out there who enjoyed this take less than 5 minutes to let the author know. Thanks again


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Anonymous 18/04/21(Sat)04:24 No. 25516 ID: 7232f7

this is an amazing story. truly, i mean it


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Anonymous 22/09/21(Wed)20:02 No. 27671 ID: 6679cf

bump (idk if it'll work on a thread this old)




Being Sociable (pedo, Mg, molestation, anal) Univited/Uncle+Rick 14/10/24(Fri)04:12 No. 22606 ID: a887c0 [Reply]

Not sure what to say about this one. Not sure if I'm gonna write a second part. Just watched a French series where the characters were refreshingly honest about their selfishness, even if that made them a bit of an asshole. Figured I'd give it a try. There's no justifying this, so why bother trying?

*** *** *****

The movie had been typical summer stupid, but not offensively bad, so Brian and I just shared ironic looks while the others gushed about how awesome it had been. As usual, they immediately started talking about where they wanted to go drinking that night. I amused myself by people watching. The theater at the mall was almost perpetually filled with teens on dates, roving packs of jailbait, and little lolis dragging their parents to the latest Pixar knockoff. All I had to do was put on a bored expression and I could enjoy the view with no one being the wiser, so long as I didn't focus on anyone too closely.

I didn't chime in on my coworker's deliberations, which surprised exactly no one. They always talked about how I was so chill, and how I always just went with the flow. The truth is, I didn't give a rats ass where we ended up, and I only came out on these little outings so I wouldn't seem antisocial. I like my coworkers well enough, and it's worth a night of tedium every now and again to keep up good relations, though only just.

Brian broke off from the debate and struck up a conversation with me about True Detectives. He was the most irascible fuck I worked with, sarcastic, short tempered, and he looked like a bald, lumberjack version of grumpycat. He was also one of the most observant, empathetic, and thoughtful people I had the privilege to know. He put up a tough facade, and he'd make fun of you mercilessly if he knew you could take it, but he also was the first to recognize when someone was on the verge of a meltdown at work, and he always seemed to know just what to say. He always stuck up for the little guy, and made sure no one felt left out. He was just plain good people, and I was glad to know him. He also scared me, because I often felt certain he understood me better than he let on. I'm pretty sure he had me pegged as closet homosexual, and I tried to encourage that assumption. It was a hell of a lot better than the alternative. So we chatted for a bit about how surprised we were to realize that Matthew McConaughey was not only a real actor, but a fucking amazing actor at that, how fucking good the writing was, and what an oppressive mindfuck the series was, as a whole.

That was when I saw a familiar face, and realized something was odd. I wasn't sure why the woman had caught my eye. She was pretty enough, but nothing remarkable, and a bit old for me anyway. She was walking out to the parking lot, pulling her keys out of her purse as she walked. I couldn't quite put my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 15/05/14(Thu)10:38 No. 23554 ID: 1874c2

>>22749
Pleeeease update op. i'm begging pleaaaaase


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Anonymous 17/09/10(Sun)23:41 No. 25140 ID: 36e3b1

Best story on elit. Please come back, Rick.


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Anonymous 22/09/21(Wed)14:46 No. 27670 ID: 54bfb0

making sure we don't lose this one




Mutt Ms. Lizzie 18/08/06(Mon)07:13 No. 25736 ID: 17aae3 [Reply]

CHAPTER ONE — SELF-DISCOVERY

(teen girl solo; bestiality)

When she got off the bus, there were no cars in the driveway. When she lingered in the foyer, there were no sounds echoing through the house. When she called out to announce that she was home from school, nobody answered: She was well and truly alone... and, as usual, she planned to take advantage of that! During summer break, Riley's parents tracked down somebody to check in on her throughout the work day—but when school was in session, they found it easier to let her play latchkey kid for two or three hours following the end of a school day. After all, how much trouble could a 14-year-old girl get up to on her own?

Riley hurried up the shag-lined stairs to the second floor, spinning around the banister at the second-story landing and bustling into her room at the end of the hallway. She nudged the door open and deposited her backpack on the ground, kicking her shoes into a lonely corner while she unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled out of them. She lingered for just a moment in front of her full-sized hanging mirror, turning this way and that in her pink polka dot undies.

It had been a summer of changes: No longer was her body a flat line! Her hips had flared noticeably, and she'd grown a small A cup's worth of chest practically overnight. There were bigger girls at school, for sure, but the jiggly new boobs she'd cultivated between June and August earned her plenty of attention at school. Just the other day she'd worn a bright blue bra beneath a white tee, and she'd noticed a boy in her history class eyeing her and fidgeting in his seat every few minutes. Riley decided that it was nice to be appreciated.

She'd also managed to wear her mom down over the better part of three months, and just before school resumed she'd cut her chest-length hair short—into a cute little pixie 'do—and bleached it a very flattering blonde. She thought the platinum matched her blue eyes nicely.

Riley peeled her panties off and tossed them in a wad into her half-full hamper, scrutinizing her sex in the mirror. She thought it looked nice, with tiny little lips tucked neatly together—though her clitoris was a little more pronounced than she'd have preferred. A little tuft of dark-brown hair had started to come in at the top of her vulva, and she regularly waffled between shaving it and letting it grow out. Riley thought it made her look sort of... mature? And besides, nobody else was getting a look at it anytime soon, right? Who would she even be shaving for?

Right. Deciding she'd dithered long enough, Riley climbed into bed and settled her back against the wall of pillows that dominated the head of her bead, spreading her legs apart and hiking her knees up. She shut her eyes and let one hand wander down to the tippy top of her sex, planting two fingers ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Stonebrow 22/09/20(Tue)18:32 No. 27666 ID: 1de7ad

Ugh. So many stupid typos. Shouldn’t have written it on the phone. More should come, in drips and drabs, as the mood takes me.


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Anonymous 22/09/21(Wed)07:35 No. 27667 ID: 54bfb0

please do! i love this story so much. i need Riley to take that doggy knot in her ass so bad!


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The river flows eastward webblog3 22/09/21(Wed)08:21 No. 27668 ID: 16169a

:became a searcher,wanting to discover who i was and what made me precise. my view of myself turned into changing. i desired a stable base to start from. i commenced to resist3 stress to behave in ways that i didn’t like any greater,and i used to be delighted by who i in reality become. i got here to feel a good deal extra sure that no one can ever take my region.
http://www.webblogsandarticles.com




Roommates Continued OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)03:12 No. 25977 ID: b49468 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Since the old thread finally hit the bump limit, I'm posting the entire story so far in a new thread, minus the comments, so that I can continue to work on the story.

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It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.
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Link expired Anonymous 22/09/10(Sat)08:52 No. 27655 ID: e12103

>>27260

The last link for Chicken Soup for the Little Girl Lover is expired. :(
Anyone else have it.
I'd really like to read it.


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Anonymous 22/09/12(Mon)05:34 No. 27658 ID: 8d90db

>>27655
http://dragongeo2.net/ChickenSoup/view.cgi.htm


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Anonymous 22/09/13(Tue)20:22 No. 27660 ID: cfb150

>>27658

Thank You kind stranger!




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 21/05/06(Thu)07:00 No. 27235 ID: 2297a1

>>27232

It really is just a fetish


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Williamina 21/08/27(Fri)14:24 No. 27375 ID: 87cfd0

If there is interracial communication, then only on the site https://www.cupid.com/en/interracial/ . I guarantee here you will find everything you want for yourself. Everything is understandable here, very sociable people and a warm atmosphere. Online communication seems to me modern and progressive, why go somewhere if you can communicate without leaving your home.


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Anonymous 22/09/01(Thu)22:48 No. 27653 ID: 36cf2c

>>27232
I wanna see pics of your trap nudes dude




PP 1st installment Noko-Ono 21/09/27(Mon)01:18 No. 27385 ID: b9b0ca [Reply]

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It's hard to measure the cost of a dream, but without question Jack was done dreaming at the moment. The sharp sound of breaking glass outside the loft window had stirred him a few seconds ago and the heat and stench of the trashed alleyway outside made it impossible to get comfortable again. As he sat up his head pounded with the force of a nasty hangover and along with the ache memories of last night slowly surfaced in his mind. Jack had arrived in Phnom Penh the night before after a layover in Taiwan. The total trip had taken more than 30 hours and other than some turbulence somewhere over the pacific ocean the flight was dreadfully uneventful. Jack had tried numerous times to read the spy novel and TIME magazine he had purchased back at the airport in Texas but his thoughts kept creeping off the pages as he fantasized about his destination. Cambodia had been on his mind for months now. He marked down the days to his vacation every morning and spent the evenings researching and planning everything from budgets to weather forecasts. Now, in late spring, the day was finally here and no amount of snoring, arm rest hogging passengers, free in-flight energy drinks, and amazon best sellers could keep his mind off of how close he was to realizing his dream, his most secret fantasy.
Jack's plane had landed at the surprisingly modern Phnom Penh International Airport around 11 PM on a Friday night. He had intended to check into the loft apartment he rented for the two week stay as soon as he arrived but he had instead gotten a taxi to the closest club district. Despite the terrible jet lag and mostly sleepless flight, Jack knew he'd need a few drinks before he was out. "Besides" he thought as he eyed a group of call girls outside a local beer bar, "I've waited almost a year to see the sights".
After several drinks, which barely put a dent in the $10 dollar bill he had exchanged at the door for 40,000 Cambodian riel, he was beyond buzzed. The bar felt like a strip club, but with pool tables and an outside patio it was noteably more relaxed. Also the girls weren't as much dancing as advertising themselves to the outdated western pop music. A few of them were especially attractive and Jack felt his pants tighten around his crotch as a pair of young, dark haired, hostesses came by his table to flirt and implore him to buy another round. They weren't as polished as thai hookers but they seemed more genuine and friendly. More importantly, they were noticeably more grateful for the attention and tips the patrons tossed to them like scraps. Nothing turned Jack on more than a girl swathed in a palpable air of desperation from poverty. These girls were wearing it heavy, in fact the whole city was. His head was floating with a sense of preeminence and cheap drinks and soon he was drunk enough to consider paying to take a particular girl, the one now resting in his lap sport Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Any chance on a followup part? The little things 22/08/06(Sat)19:01 No. 27642 ID: 8e657f

I really enjoyed this first part and would absolutely love a second one!! After this buildup and promising start, i'm sure that Jacks adventures in Cambodia will be amazing and well worth being continued! ♥️





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