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Charlene silhaifen 20/01/05(Sun)04:40 No. 26555 [Reply]

Hello all!
I have never posted one of my stories before and thought it might be nice to share one and see what people think. I don't write much but tend to enjoy it when I do. Depending on what people think of this one I might continue it tonight. Please give it a read and let me know what you think, and if this break any rules, I do apologize.

I'll use the tags I think pertain to this story are: ped, lesbian, voyeurism, incest, masturbation

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction and should be considered as such. If you are offended by any sexual depictions of minors please stop reading now. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. I do not advise or condone any sexual activity with children or anyone who does not or cannot give proper consent. I do not condone abuse or neglect.
That all being said, please enjoy my very first story:

Her breath came in short spurts and tiny gasps, her little hand touching and teasing in ways that she had only just discovered. Charlene Mason, age 12, laid on her bed, only partially covered up in her bedspread as she explored the warm and moist treasures between her legs. She found that touching herself induced a pleasure she had never experienced before and had found entirely by accident. One morning in the shower she rubbed herself while cleaning up and found that she got a spark and a warm feeling between her legs. Ever since then she'd tried to replicate the accidental burst, but had failed until this morning.

Last night she had a dream about something she had only heard about in the whisperings of her friends at school, a penis. She had never seen one before but from the descriptions she was getting from her friends, it was certainly something she wanted to find out about. Her mind spent the full day wondering what it would feel like, taste, and smell like to have one in person.

In this day and age of the internet, Charlene knew that it would only take a cursory internet search to find out what they looked like. She also knew that doing that at school would get her talked to by the administration and her father. Looking that up at home would have also been a no-no since she didn't want her father to catch her and his was the only computer in the house other than his phone. There would be no way to get her hands on the phone and no alone time with the computer.

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Anonymous 20/01/06(Mon)03:57 No. 26558

This is good stuff. I definitely want to see more.




Exploring Amy Nomad 19/10/01(Tue)21:24 No. 26381 [Reply]

This is another teenage sexual encounter story with lurid details.

I'm a little disappointed in not being able to edit posts, so I took some more time editing this one before sharing. There's still errors in it probably.

Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental.

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Exploring Amy

mt/ft, teenagers, cons, rough, explicit sex


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Ulfin 19/12/01(Sun)02:41 No. 26514

>>26513
Go ahead and post it under /cake/


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Nomad 19/12/01(Sun)14:53 No. 26515

>>26514

A sketch of Amy is at /cake/res/54645.html#i63936


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Nomad 19/12/01(Sun)16:37 No. 26516

Trying a direct link >>/cake/63936




Need help finding a story! Jimmy1 19/11/20(Wed)03:12 No. 26492 [Reply]

Hello, I was remembering the other day a story i read but i can't for the life of find it - i've search the web for nearly 2 hours. I'd appreciate it if anyone here can help me with this one.

It went something along the lines of a 13 year old boy at school who was disciplined by his female teacher after class. She would spank him with a paddle, as she had permission from the boys mom.

Its a fairly long story, but ends up with the boy screwing his mom at the teachers house without the boy or mom knowing until the teacher removes the moms blindfold.

Has anyone heard/read that one or know where to find it? I thought it was on asstr but have looked there in depth.

Thanks


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Anonymous 19/11/24(Sun)07:23 No. 26496

A thread died for this.




Breaking Bo Sonder!!AwZTHlMTWv 13/12/08(Sun)21:03 No. 20427 [Reply]

[male, gay, high school]
Usually I'd write a more specific set of tags, but I want this story to be an open-ended work-in-progress. Although I do have a basic plot outlined for 8-9 chapters, I'm always open to suggestions from you guys about what direction you'd like the story to go. Feel free to suggest something in the comments. All suggestions are appreciated, but please remember it's simply not possible to satisfy them all. =(

This story is set in an all-boys boarding school for Grade 8-12 students (13-17 years old). The main characters are students who live within the 5 different boarding houses, one house for each year of students. The school itself is in a big city on the edge of a river. Beyond the boarding houses, but still part of the school grounds, there is a peninsula of forest/scrub land known as the Hook.


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is somewhat unnerving ,.- ) Good!? Anonymous 14/09/25(Thu)21:56 No. 22487

Some concerns... the story actually started close to a year ago, and hm... According to the author Sonder we're at chapter 5, in it self quite remarkable compared to some one- cluster of - text posters, but the suspense


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Anonymous 14/12/03(Wed)09:20 No. 22897

Wasn't sure if this is still updated our even watched, but I wanted to let the author know that I loved it and would love more.


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Sonder 19/10/18(Fri)19:43 No. 26430

man its been so long.

i had written, edited and proofed 5 new chapters and was working on another when my hdd died and took the story with it. yes i was an idiot with no backups at the time, and it pretty much killed any desire i had to finish the story.

i havn't visited 7ch much in ages, and was surprised to still find this thread up, so im going to post more soon. it will be with a new trip tho, cos i cant for the life of me remember what my old pw was




Long story from 10+ years ago... Anonymous 19/10/02(Wed)05:33 No. 26389 [Reply]

Anyone remember a story that was really popular about 10+ years ago about a young girl who was sent home to live with her rich uncle/relative, arriving to realize that she's actually a pleasure android whose been purchased by this rich guy?


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Anonymous 19/10/04(Fri)21:50 No. 26403

Renee / Synthetic by Aplgrl, next time please use the sticky. By creating a new thread you're indirectly deleting the oldest stories on this board, and some of those old ones are really good. https://storiesonline.net/s/60167:92725/chapter-1-synthetic




young neighbor ch1 (futa on male) wut 12/07/18(Wed)08:46 No. 16682 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Okay, trying again with hopefully correct formatting.

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Cameron Dodges, 22 years old, had been in his new house for a week before he saw his pretty neighbor. He’d moved into the nicely landscaped, gated community with just his 2000 pickup and his belongings, which all fit in the bed of the truck. Moving from the college dorm to a real, two-bedroom townhouse meant he didn’t have much – not even enough to fill up an entire room. He’d already ordered new furniture and he planned to have his new home completely set up within a month.

Graduating near the top of his class with a degree in Finance, he’d landed a great job at a boutique investment banking firm. The firm was small, but its clients were very large and he was already planning on how he’d use his newfound income to live in relative luxury. He’d worked hard all through college, and now it was time to reap the rewards. He only had a few years to enjoy it before going back to graduate school anyway. Getting the MBA meant he’d be able to move up to manager, then VP.

He’d just pulled into the driveway and was about to run into the house to escape the freezing cold air when he saw a good looking young woman in the yard next door, pulling down Christmas lights. She was a little thin for his tastes; he liked thicker, curvier women. That was probably because it was the type of woman he never ended up with. He had the face and body that only drove young girls and older cougars wild.

Cameron was 5’7’’ and 135 pounds, with fair hair, blue eyes and the pretty-boy face of boy band member. He hated to admit it, but with his inability to produce much facial hair and his babyish face, he could still pass as a high school kid. For this reason he made a conscious effort to dress in expensive, tailored clothes and develop a confident, smooth-talking persona. He hated being treated like a kid, and did everything in his power to seem more mature.

He hadn’t met anyone in this new city, and he really wanted to go on some dates before he started his new job, so he crossed the snow-covered lawn to his neighbor’s yard. The girl was wearing white tights under a festive plaid skirt, with a red cashmere sweater over a white button down shirt. As he approached he saw that although she was thinner and shorter than he preferred, she did have some wonderful curves to her.

The young lady appeared to be about 18 or 19 and was 5’6’’ with long, brunette hair and dark green eyes. Cameron saw her body from the side as she pulled the lights off the bushes. The sweater hugged her body tightly, accentuating her thin waist and the large breasts pushing out above. He also saw from the way her knee-length skirt gripped her behind, that the girl had a well-developed ass. Actually, he reconsidered, she’s pretty fucking hot.[i/]
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Anonymous 17/11/05(Sun)01:45 No. 25185

>>25182
Please, please do. This is one of the best stories out there.


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Anonymous 17/11/07(Tue)23:52 No. 25189

>>25182
>>25182
Dude, you have to post more. It’s so good.


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Anonymous 19/09/24(Tue)07:41 No. 26353

>>25182
Still around?




Tomboy Misadventures Anonymous 19/09/16(Mon)05:32 No. 26307 [Reply]

A love letter to the best loli writers of the site, which are well-known to the point there is no need to say who they are. Or a hate letter for those writers that don't post, but it would be stupid of me. Regardless, here is my take...

On a loli that got fiddled by a tokusatsu fan.

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"Why are you looking at my house, you fucking thief-"

After a fight with my family...

Wait. It's best to introduce myself beforehand.

I'm Douglas Rosefeltd, just another salaryman that hates his job. 25, single, and ousted of my household for a mistake I once made during the past. And well, this stupid salaryman had the great idea of going to his first family reunion in 6 years, not knowing that they still hate him to this day.

A good chance to see my old neighbors. They were unaware of what I did and were saddened to see me depart from my mother's house. It was necessary, sadly.
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Anonymous 19/09/19(Thu)10:56 No. 26319

I'd echo what the previous commenter said. It's clear English isn't your first language, and it's causing a lot of problems with your writing. I honestly don't think you'll be able to really write anything readable without learning English grammar rules a bit more first.

That's not to say that your story is necessarily bad. It's just hard to read and get involved in. Keep practicing.


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Anonymous 19/09/20(Fri)06:22 No. 26322

A good light perv/romance, not looking for War and Peace here. Your writing isn’t abysmal, which a lot of supposedly serious writing is. Not going to quibble about sentence structure and such, what I look for in writing is heart. I have been moved to tears by barely comprehensible prose, because it had just enough of the right words.

Meanwhile, the subject of the “victim” of molestation falling in love with the “perpetrator” is a pretty well-traveled trope, and more common in real life than most people think. Can’t tell if you’re presenting just the first chapter of a more involved story, or a really short story. It reads like a movie trailer, just a teaser. Fleshed out with some more plot and character development, it might make a good actual story.


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!dULEx5XrOs 19/09/20(Fri)18:41 No. 26324

>>26319
English is really my first language, and it takes away my drive to write the rest. But I must try.




Confessions/Sessions Dr. Sleepless 19/08/27(Tue)07:58 No. 26222 [Reply]

I'm not sure what this is. But if there's an interest, I'll keep it going.

Transcript drawn from tape #2844. Patient: Roger Armstrong (RA) Doctor: William Bates MD (WB). Date: Redacted


RA: [subject is smoking continually] I don’t know. I’ve never told anyone any of this. You can say anything, I mean, if I tell you something it has to stay between us?

WB: That’s correct.

RA: Ok. [subject slumps back into chair] Well I don’t know where to start.

WB: Look, Roger, this is a safe space. You can tell me anything and you can trust that whatever you say will be held in absolute confidentiality. As far as where to start? Well, when you contacted me you said your wife-

RA: Yeah, yeah. I know what I told you.

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Anonymous 19/09/09(Mon)04:15 No. 26288

Please continue




The Farm Just Dumb 19/06/14(Fri)21:50 No. 26089 [Reply]

Something I've been working on, if people are interested, I'll post more:


The Farm

It was a warm day on the farm. The type of heat that makes you willing to walk around with nothing but shorts on, bare chested in the sun. The temperature was tempered by a slight breeze that had nearly evaporated the sweat off Jason Knauer’s chest and back before he left the intensity of the sun for the cool of the air-conditioned indoors. The chilled air gave him a slight shiver and gooseflesh, his bare nipples hardening against the cool of his kitchen. Jason grabbed his t-shirt off the back of the bar stool, poured himself a tall glass of iced sun tea and headed up to his studio.
To call Jason’s property a farm was being overly descriptive. Craving space from the chaos of the city, Jason had purchased 35 acres out in the countryside on which he grew a modest amount of vegetables and housed four horses. But he considered it his farm, referred to it that way. It was his escape from the rest of society, an isolated space he could work and focus. His routine, especially in the warm days of the summer, included getting up early, tending the horses and turning them out to pasture, weeding and various chores in the vegetable garden and then heading up to his studio to work. Lately, he was working on a novel.
Jason was a writer of what he considered moderate success. Since his second book was published to some acclaim, he hadn’t had to work a day job in years. After his third book, a collection of short stories did better than he’d expected, he purchased his farm and relocated to the country. He kept an address at a small studio in the city which he used only on the occasions he needed to be in for various meetings with publishers. Since the city was over an hour drive away, it was often easier to stay at least overnight, depending on the length of his stay.
When he stayed in the city, Jason employed a neighbor kid, Ashton, (thirteen or fourteen years old, Jason could never keep up) to come take care of the horses in his absence. He also had this kid, teenager or young man really, come over several times a week to muck the horse stalls and mow the lawn. For his labors, Jason paid the kid well, more than he could make for any other summer job. He saw it as a kind of retainer. Since Jason could be away at a moment’s notice, it made sense to have a kind of beckon call situation with the boy.
Jason sat down at this computer and opened his word document containing the novel in progress. He began to write. His main character and heroine, the young twenty something girl navigating her way through college as a poor student had found her way to paying the tuition costs by stripping at a club in one town over. Unfortunately for her, she had seen one of her professors in the audience, and more importantly, he had seen her. When her grades began to slip in this professor’s class, he had offered he Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 19/07/13(Sat)19:51 No. 26122

>>26093
nice, more please, reminds me of Roommates and Darkness at the End of the Tunnel. great read


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Anonymous 19/08/12(Mon)10:14 No. 26147

>>26093
Applauds author. great story.


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Anonymous 19/08/21(Wed)15:54 No. 26184

interesting so far. do go on please.




Traps? Ulta 19/08/20(Tue)02:05 No. 26178 [Reply]

Do you know any good trap or cross-dressing stories? I'm kinda new to this and asstr is kinda hard to use.





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