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No. 6487 ID: e3e17a Stickied hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
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. 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've been warned.

ALL requests for stories to be ARCHIVED at http://3litchan.org must be sent in to form of the story EDITED of all POSTS, and any other silly little things you man find along the way. So that it is in presentable form to be archived to myself at 1subject@live.com. I don't have time to edit the stories so if you want them preserved than put in some work ;)

Make sure that you check out http://3litchan.org/arch/ http://3litchan.org/7/ as well as http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE.
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>> No. 8258 ID: a3f651
>>8227

Weird. Usually it's always posted here in /elit/. Well, here it is anyway:

http://stories.xnxx.com/story/13195/CAMPING_WITH_MOM


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797 No. 797 ID: 5123b8 Stickied hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
This is a thread to all authors and readers. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you post a back up of your story at, http://3litchan.org/ this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Than your story will still be readable and update able.

I also recommend to all authors and readers that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/. If you just google IRC and a clients instructions than you will be ok. Feel free the post ask how questions in this thread, and we'll try to answer as soon as possible. Remember that the IRC is where we communicate to make desicions and figure out our options. So feel free to stop by and say ask for help, voice your opinion, or just say howdy.

Adios,
Cowboy
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>> No. 7999 ID: 3d3454
>>7987
Ah-hah! Got it, thanks!


No. 8101 ID: 386798 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
"What if your roommate comes back?" I asked.
"I don't have a roommate." She purred back at me, whispering in my ear. After saying that, I grew bolder, and ran my hands down her smooth sides, waist, and backside. I let them wander farther down, and just tugged a bit at the hem of her dress. She answered by slowly licking my ear again. "It's okay."
I ran my hands up her creamy thighs again, and felt incredible warmth. And lacy underwear. I ran my fingers along the tops of her thighs, and she shuddered and bit my ear softly. Her own hands were working at my belt buckle. I found the top of her panties, and began slowly sliding them down. She raised her hips to help, and then took hold of my zipper. I felt it buzz as it went down, and then I felt her hand massaging my growing arousal. The sensation was amazing. My whole body felt rigid, but ready to go when she gave the word. Her underwear were at her ankles now, and she kicked them off onto the floor. I ran my hand up her legs again, slowly stroking my way to the top. I went under her dress, and further up until I felt her warmth again. I took hold of the hem of her dress and began pulling it up her belly, chest and she moved so I could take it over head. She was wearing a strapless bra, and she sat up and allowed me to take it off. I slipped it off after unhooking it and she embraced me. I could feel her breasts against my chest. They were immaculate. Firm, yet soft and warm. I put my hands on her shoulders, and held her out at arm's length. She had crossed her arms in front of her chest to hide her nakedness, and was blushing.
"What's wrong, [name withheld]? Are you having second thoughts? It's okay if you are." She looked up at me and smiled weakly.
"No. I am alright. I'm just nervous that you would not find me pretty once I took my clothes off."
"No. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known." That wasn't a lie. She was different from every other girl. There was something about her that made every second I spent with her magical. She slowly let her hand drop from her chest, and revealed herself fully to me. She was sculpted from
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>> No. 8264 ID: 14ba15
:3
>> No. 8265 ID: 7fb874
d'aww ^^ I LOVED this! So gentle and wonderful, so descriptive and tender! <33 I'm a fan of [name withheld] now :3
>> No. 8268 ID: 25bfa1
d'awww.

please sir, can i have some more d'awww?


No. 7326 ID: 52b291 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
It's taken quite a while, but my darling muse seems to have decided to wander my way again and set me to put pen to paper. For those who may remember, she's a capricious thing, so delays are almost inevitable - but considering my kitten is hovering over my shoulder in vague interest of what I'm writing, I seem to have another reason to finish.

This is for you, /elit/.

Tags: M/F, rom

"We have a guest speaking for us tonight. Many of you will know him already, as he's no stranger to these parts, but it's only proper that I introduce our storyteller for this evening..."

-

The coffee was good.

It was always good. I hear it was just as good before I started visiting that small side-street café, and I assume it will continue to be good until the man making it finally leaves. It's a sobering thought, when you think about it - one tends to expect in a little corner of their mind that it's to do with oneself, that maybe the whole universe has come to put on a show for your express benefit. But who knows? Maybe I'm right, and it does.

I won’t burden you with the beginnings, and besides, I’ve never been good with them. Suffice to say I was directed to a cafe one summer evening by a friend of mine who wrote plays, which worked out well with my listless post-work drifting through city streets and the concurrent urge for coffee.
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>> No. 7672 ID: a873b7
Oh, I do love me a good yarn; and this has the exact feel of a really good one. Keep it up.

Presto-bump-o!
>> No. 7673 ID: d16998
First time poster bit of a lurker

Your story is excellent keep it up :)
>> No. 8267 ID: c1817f
Page 6? I think not.


No. 8259 ID: a3f651 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
Just a question as to whether or not something would be allowed here on /elit/.

I usually don't go for cybering, but lately I've been kinda getting into it. I know it's not really literature/an actual story, but it is erotic, and it does involve... text... and words...

So would it be alright if I posted a few of the hotter cyber sessions I've had here in /elit/, or no?
>> No. 8262 ID: 4ec44f
go for it dude - the threads already here
>> No. 8263 ID: e3e9bc
Depends. Well, of course it'd be welcome in and of itself, but a good deal of successful /elit/ stories have solid structural mythos (meaning character, plot, and setting development), which is something that is, for the most part, implied in cyber sessions. In other words, your sessions' hawtness has a good deal to do with preconceptions of both yourself and your partner that would, in a proper story, need to be explained to a third party in order to carry the same significance (and therefore relevance, and therefore hawtness).

In other words, use your cybering as an action-base, but inject all the detail necessary (and not just in a laundry list beforehand--I mean throughout) to make us care in the same way you did.

For example, you've got a power complex, and you're playing with a girl with an authority complex (or a guy who likes girls with an authority complex pretending--ahh, hell, it's Internet text, who cares). You might be able to start the session with "You've been called to my office because you're a bad girl", but you'd have to expound heavily upon that to make it into proper /elit/erature by giving us an example of the type of girl she is, why she's been sent to the office, why this is uncharacteristic of her (or how this is characteristic because of her daddy complex or whatever).

In good /elit/, the sex is a secondary element. Sure, it's a secondary element that carries--and to a certain extent establishes the value of--your piece, but it's still secondary, and your story will fail horribly without the supplement.

Basic literary concept: You cannot tell us that we care without telling us why we care.
>> No. 8266 ID: 25bfa1
DO IT.


No. 7855 ID: bb2d23 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
This is a story being written by "brightfag", its not done yet, invloves:
WH40K, Loli, S&M, SoB, Doms, Cults, masturbation etc.... STORY IS NOT MINE
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“M-mmommy? D-daddy?” Lofn whimpered as she awakened into sheer darkness. Beneath her, she could feel cold, flat stone. She moved her legs and felt the pain in her head – from what? She couldn't recall. But she could recall an odd sensation of – warmth? The last thing she remembered was how her mother had hidden her in that dark room, worried about someone coming to find them. Her movement brought her to the edge of her stone “bed”, stark and featureless, without a pillow or any form of comfort she could find.
She felt the texture of some form of simple cloth robe covering her. At least she had that.
Suddenly, she realized that the voices that had accompanied her through her entire life – the voices of the warp – the feel of the warp – was gone. Again, she wondered at the pain in her head. Reaching up, she gasped as she realized her long, luxurious hair – the envy of any pureblooded Mon-Keigh who might have seen it – was cut short. But her startlement at that was nothing compared to her sheer astonishment as she felt cold steel in her own skull.
Outside of her cell, Sister Superior Serenity Aldathea conversed with the Callidus assassin – still disguised as the foul Eldar Xenos known as “Taldeer”.
“... And so the Canoness has left her in my care. We must thank you again for bringing her to us. While the Eldar are irredeemable in the eyes of the Emperor, the halfbreed xenos are a rare and special kind, and have served us well in the past.”
“It was all in the service of the Emperor,” The Callidus stated flatly.
The Sister went on, not showing any sign of having heard the Callidus's remark.
“She will have to be...” The sister paused for a moment and allowed for a slight, dark smile to spread, “purified. Properly, of course. While our methods are a wonderful tribute to the Emperor, having you here disguised as the foul Xenos mother is too valuable an opportunity to pass up. We want the halfbreed in our
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>> No. 7874 ID: bb2d23
>>7866
>>7870
Sadly I dont know whether or not the author is going for sex, and he seems to update once every 2 weeks. But I will keep posting more when it gets here.
>> No. 8252 ID: 134584
Oh hey. I'd kind of postponed this story for a bit, because people didn't seem all that interested, and I have other stories to write. But if you all are interested, I could probably hammer out the rest of the story by next Monday or so.

>>7870
There will be more sex scenes coming up.

>>7874
I go for whatever I feel makes a good story, and is sexy. Sometimes this means porn, sometimes not.

I think I'll go home and write some more on this tonight.
>> No. 8261 ID: 52b291
>>8252
I like your choice to go with what feels right rather than bowing to the whims of we sick fucks.

Also, I bought some Arco-Flagellants a few weeks back because I thought they looked pretty cool and that maybe it would spur me to start a Sororitas army. I re-read this, and you, sir, have influenced my painting style. They're starting to look like they've had some rather tough times sexually since they got handed over to the Sisters. Hats off to you.


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F+f, powers. Please comment :)I walked in the door and haphazardly threw my messenger bag on the dimly lit couch that adorned the living room in my small apartment. It had been a long day at work, and I was really looking forward to a restful sleep, myy feet aching from standing all day. The more time you spend waiting tables and wearing a fake smile the more you yearn for something that isn't so counterfeit, so put on. I started peeling my clothes off, and different articles fell to the floor as I got nearer to the bedroom door; making a zig zag trail of attire. I stood in only my panties and the white t-shirt I had worn under my work clothes, and focused on my bed adorned with a purple blanket and matching sheets.It had never looked more inviting.I closed the door to my room, placed my feet just under my pillow, and slowly slid under the covers. I was encased in soft, warm comfort. I never mind bad days when it finally comes time to sleep because they make my bed feel that much more comfortable.Shit! I left the keys in my pocket after I locked up at work, didn't I!I stumbled out of bed, quite literally, and caught my balance on the door frame. I fumbled around in the dark, picking up pieces of my clothes from the trail, one by one, looking for my pants.Demin.Jackpot.I haphazardly reached my hands into the front right pocket but found only my phone. Front left, nothing. Back right. Nope. Back left. Who ever puts stuff in there anyway?*Crreeeaaaaaaaak*I jumped.The old wooden floors only creaked when you walked on them, but who's pressure caused such a venomous hiss? My frightened eyes vehemently scanned my surroundings, and my focus came to a small section of the room illuminated by the street light that came flooding in through an adjacent window. I thought I saw a shadowy figure step backward from said area, into the darkness beyond it. I, too, stepped backward, in the opposite direction, with my hand out feeling for the wall.My eyes affixed on the subtle, almost unnoticeable movements in the dark where the figure previously stood. Someone, or someTHING was there, and I was fucking shure of it. I was stiff with fear, and this terrible nervousness settled in my stomach. My
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>> No. 8246 ID: 665717
this has sparked my interest. keep going op ^^. at your own pace. i have many more decades of natural life in me yet!
>> No. 8256 ID: d8a6cf
I really appreciate all the comments, thanks guys. let me know what you think of this, too.

The entire drive down to the diner my mind raced. I kept saying in my head that I had just knocked over the water in the middle of the night, and then had a dream about it. That's all there was to it, no need to panic. But there was no way in hell I believed what I was telling myself, there was nothing dreamlike about it. I was conscious through the whole thing, it was all a crystal clear memory, and the mixed bag of feelings she evoked in me, from fear to lust, were too damn real. She was all my mind could focus on, and the soft innocence her touch seemed to carry.
Aaaah, I'm getting wet again.
Don't get wet, don't get wet, don't get wet.
Dead kittens.
Grandma Naked.
Don't get wet!
It wasn't working, my juices started to flow and began to evenly coat my already tingling pussy, I was getting wet as hell and I could barely focus on driving. On the subject of driving that damn girl was driving me crazy. She was driving me crazy before but now it was sexual, I couldn't even think about what we had done without almost creaming myself.
Ashley stood out front of the diner, and the newly risen sun's still reddish glow projecting on her tight body certainly wasn't helping me calm down. I pulled in the parking lot out front and rolled down my window.
"Every time." she said.
"Yeah, sorry... I just always forget."
"No biggie, you're the one who has to keep waking up, haha!"
"Pffft, yeah it's way too early." I let a slight smile slip through while digging around in my center console for the keys, tossed them to her, and after saying our goodbyes began to drive home. While walking up the stairs of my apartment complex I remembered the glass of water, and failed miserably as I tried to wrap my head around exactly what happened. I was so caught up in the sex I forgot she performed a fucking miracle before she took advantage of me. Walking down the hallway I began to wonder where she had gone in the morning. As I unlocked the door and walked in I
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>> No. 8260 ID: 665717
>>8256
i can't say why i like it.
but i do. i'm sure i'll figure it out later.


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This is a re-upload of the LARA CROFT SEX CHRONICLES!

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."
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>> No. 8228 ID: 0d5116
To page one with you!
>> No. 8245 ID: 67dd6b
bump
>> No. 8257 ID: ed4539
MOARRR


No. 8120 ID: 3d3454 hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
Mf, Mf+

Prologue


The light was sudden, painfully bright, and something was keeping me from closing my eye. Then it was gone, then back again, somehow different, then gone again. Behind the splotches of red afterimage there was a strange woman's face, very close to mine. It was strange because she had two faces, mostly superimposed but one was just above and to the left of the other. She spoke into a device she held near her mouths, maybe a cell phone or a radio. My view faded to black. I heard a woman's voice, also slowly fading away:

"Pupils equal and reactive, right is sluggish." There was more but it faded before I could understand the words.

There was blue and white and green. The colors slowly resolved into an image of blue sky with a couple of fluffy clouds, and two identical evergreen branches. The branches were superimposed on each other, swaying in a light breeze in perfect synchronization. The woman's voice again:

"Get those leathers on him as soon as he's on the gurney. On three then... one... two... three." An odd feeling of sudden movement, then a soft bump. I tried to turn my head and I could not. I thought I would rest up a moment then I would sit up and ask what was going on... my view faded to black again.

The light was sudden and bright, and something was keeping me from closing my eye. Then it was gone, then back again, this time in my other eye. Those lights caused stabbing headaches in the back of head. Behind the splotches of red afterimage there was an oddly doubled image of woman's face close to mine. There was a muted whoop whoop of a siren near by and a feeling of movement. The woman's mouths opened in perfect synchrony when she spoke:

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>> No. 8208 ID: 3d3454
Afternoon in the E.R.

The afternoon in the E.R. stretched on. I was waking for longer periods, but the incredibly bad headache and the double vision continued. With the help of a couple of orderlies I tried at one point to stand by the bedside to piss in a urinal, but just starting to sit up caused a flash of pain like a fireworks going off in my head, and then a wave of weakness turned my muscles to water, caused the room to spin wildly in several different directions, and made me sick to my stomach. One of the orderlies held the urinal in place for me while I pissed while lying back against the raised head of the bed. I was grateful that neither Raven nor her Mom was there. I wondered where they were, but I did not want them to see me like that.

Raven and her Mom were back. Raven was looking fresh, hair combed back into a neat ponytail, bright, shiny face. There was something on her white jersey, a spot of tomato sauce, that had been daubed at, but had not come completely clean.

A woman came in with forms to try to fill out and questions to try to answer. I mostly was not able to do either; we found that I could not remember any numbers. Not my Social Security number, not my phone number, not my street address. Raven was able to give them some numbers. My phone number. My street address. But we did not know any of the others: when I was born, how old I was.

Dr K. assured me that partial amnesia was not uncommon after a concussion, and my memory would come back in time. I did not need his assurance about that; I thought it was a curious thing to no longer understand numbers, but not an alarming thing. Dr K. also assured me that my vision would return to normal and that the headaches were to be expected. He apologized that they could not give me anything for the pain or nausea, since anything strong enough to help would either make me worse or could hide developing problems if I took a turn for the worst. I regretted that because I don't much like to hurt and this was about as bad a hurting as I had ever felt. But I could tough it out.

What was really bothering me were questions I did not dare ask. Were my flashes of memory of sex with
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>> No. 8209 ID: 3d3454
The Sunday of Second Week


The darkness suddenly changes, and in the pit of my stomach I feel a kind of lurch like I was on a downward going express elevator that has come to a sudden stop. I realize that I had experienced these sensations recently, that they were the beginning of one of those instant replay movies of my mind. And I knew I was not awake, but I knew I was not sleeping. What was about to start was not a dream, but it was not a normal kind of memory, either...

Wolfie and I were at the park at 9:45, making our usual pre-meeting circuit. There had been a thunderstorm earlier and the temperature had dropped back to Portland's normal range for a late summer evening: warm but not sweaty like last night had been. The grass was wet, there were puddles on the paved paths and on the tennis courts, and the unpaved trails were muddy in places. When the Moon showed between scudding clouds the park was softly lit, but otherwise it was very dark. No one was using the tennis courts and those lights were off, no one was seated at the wet picnic tables or on the wet benches. There were very few people about.

Many of the other lights in the park were off, too. It came to me that they might have motion sensors. No point in lighting up paths if nobody was around.

My cell phone gave a quiet ring. I took it from my pocket; there was a text message from Brownie; one word only: "Good". I replied: "B Ther 1 Min".

We met at the usual place, we being Raven, Brownie, and I. As usual, Wolfie got a lot of immediate hands-on attention while we just said Hi to each other.

"Where's Gamine?" I asked.

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>> No. 8254 ID: 771bf8
A very good bit of writing, and so far a fairly believable old guy/young girl(s) story. Pretty damn good.


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"WAKE UP!"

'Wait... was it all just a dream?'

Seth groaned at the sound of his room mate's yelling. Mornings were not his favorite time of day.

"SETH! WAKE UP! If we are late again, Headmaster will have your ass!"

At this he immediately sat up. Even on the last day of school, he didn't dare piss off that sadistic, demonic being that lived under the guise of a woman.

It was indeed his last day, not that Seth seemed to notice. All the other students were in a hurry to say their final goodbyes, but not Seth. He couldn't get his mind off of the dream.

"Dream about her again last night?" asked Eagan as he sat down for his lunch.

"... Yeah..." a simple response that brought a smile to his best friends face.
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>> No. 8247 ID: a4f4b8
>>8195

I'm just happy that you continue to post new chapters for it, even after this long time. The spelling doesn't matter (that much) but it can be somewhat annoying for some people as this is, after all, supposed to be erotic literature and not erotic illiterature.

How's the work on the story progressing?
Have you thought through how you want it to keep going and how it's going to end?

I'm guessing you've thought through most things and just don't have time or have problems finding the words for what's in your mind. The latter always happens to me when I write a story. I get a great idea but just can't find the proper words. Oh how I wish that we could simply share images that's in our minds with each other.
>> No. 8249 ID: 4ec44f
awesome :D
>> No. 8253 ID: 35db93
I must say, you are the reason I come back to 7chan. I am a horrible reader, I cannot remember anything I read, but this story is different. It is different somehow, because I can remember what I read in this story. It takes a lot to get a story that interests me, and I must say, this is a very good story. As you should be able to tell, I'm also not a writer, or I would have complemented you with some big, fancy words. In any case, you are an excellent writer, there has been nothing in this story I haven't likes so far, except for the Tromag, but that will change I'm sure when you explain it. I will continue to look for updates for this story until you claim it finished or your death is confirmed, hopefully you finish it, I wish you luck to that.


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