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 No.12780[Reply]

Hello friends,

I'm new / not new here. Ive been lurking on and off since probably 08 or 09, but a while either way. I've posted a few comments here and there but never with a name attached. Since I'm putting my story out here I guess i should stack a name with it.

This is the second story that I have written and only the first that I have posted. I am by no means a writer, in fact grammar and spelling has been difficult for some reason. So this has been a slow going process.

All that said I am very much looking forward to feedback and suggestions. I have more written, but only this much edited to where I can stomach showing it to others.

One last thing. A real big shout out to JestinPieces, Poguemahone, and any others out there exploring this genre.

Ooo Im so super excited I'm literally giggling and about to pee myself~ Today's the day I turn 18! And let me tell you I've got something pretty big planned. Something that I haven't mentioned to anyone one yet... Its going to be wild.. like, I cant believe I'm actually doing it... its going to be totally life changing! When some girls turn 18 they go and get tattoos, others maybe get plastic surgery, or even go right into porn. Let me say what I'm doing goes above and beyond any of that. But before I get too far into it let me back up and set the scene...

...

My name is Samantha Perry, just Sam for short. I'm not your average girl next door either. I'm a striking 6'2 flat on my feet. Platinum blond hair going down just past my shoulders. My soft toned skin has a natural tan to it. But that doesn't mean I don't like to sunbathe when I get the chance! My breasts are a perk and healthy DD. All natural of course. Plus perfectly proportioned pink nipples pointing out like little buttons or maybe even cherries when I'm aroused. Some nice hips and a firm full ass fill out my hourglass figure. Oh yeah, then there's my mile long legs too. I started developing this body early in my teens and kind of just fell into modeling. That was when I was 14.

I still went to school for the next year then at 15 I started taking classes online with a tutor so I could make work a priority. It was that year I met another girl on set who took me under her wing and by the time I was 16 I was pretty much living with her in her penthouse appartment in the city. It was a hard sell to my parrents but with my extra income greasing the wheels they ePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12786

Always happy to see more non-lethal works. You say you're not a writer, but don't sell yourself short: that was a great first effort. The premise is original as well as interesting, and the whole thing is well-written. On the technical front there are some minor spelling and grammar issues here and there, but nothing that detracts from the story too much.

I'm certainly looking forward to reading more of your work. I don't suppose I could convince you to post your unpublished story as well?

 No.12787

Yeah what JIP said. That was really, really excellent. I like the fact that you don't even attempt to explain why girls turning themselves into skeletons without any negative consequences is a thing. Trying to explain something like that is basically impossible and gets in the way of why we're all here: really hot guro content.

I'd love to see more from you!

 No.12789

Thanks! I'm glad that both of you enjoyed it.

Currently I've got one or two more chapters written and unedited for this story. Ive also got a bit of another story that can tie in with this one.

>>12786
The other story I started first is a lot different from this one. It actually started out as an rp and then the other person and I had a difference of opinion. So its written from a couple of perspectives. The kinks are a bit different too. Rough fucking, gaping, prolapsing, and scat, lots of scat, and bestiality. I recently started breaking it down into chapters and will one day post what I edit into.

There's a third story I have started that involves nipple fucking and eye fucking so far but I'm not sure what direction to go with it now. I need to fill out some more areas and then I'll try to get that up and see if anyone can inspire another chapter in that one.

>>12787
I do enjoy some attempts to rationalize and justify a characters ability to survive the un-survivable with either science or magic, but yeah I kind of liked the idea of leaving that out for the same reasons you mentioned.

 No.13030

>>12789
I'd like to see your take on eye fucking. Maybe something where it just sort of grows back, same way the lady in the Oglaf comic "Pinkeye" assumed it would? Or maybe there's a particular class of people who can cause otherwise impossible regeneration by ejaculating into a wound, and they might as well have fun with it.



 No.12945[Reply]

This story is about Eva La Fey, she is a 23 year old young adult, this story will tell her how she became like this.


Eva is 6 years old half asian and half caucasian girl with a lot of behavior problems like hitting and picking on other kids and not behaving to social rules, wearing only black panties and a black short yukata with flowers on it because she cant pay better clothes, she is a orphan and lives in a orphanage in the east asian mega city, That city is build up from hongkong to beijing to seoul to tokyo. The mega city is so big that they even closed the sea between the cities to build more houses. Eva her orphanage is in the kabukicho district. The streets are flooded with prositutes, street kids, sex offenders, gang members, mafia. Kabukicho is famous for the redlight district, soap massages, hostess bars, geisha schools and houses, love hotels, cosplay cafes and a lot more, now a days is prostitution legal in the city so there are also a lot of brothels and stripclubs available a long with many internet cafes and sexshops. Eva is supposed to be taken care of by the orphanage but they only provide a sleeping place for the kids and some breakfast, the kids can walk in and out whenever they want between 00:00 AM and 8 AM, after 8 AM they are thrown out on the streets and cant come back before 00:00 AM. So like many Eva started doing jobs for the older girls and women that worked the district. getting supplies from the store like lube, condoms, food, drinks, smokes and medicine. She also did a lot of other things like reading and writing for some of the girls that couldnt do that, they never learned because they were to poor for school. A lot of the more educated girls like the geisha knew that Eva was a very smart girl so 1 of them told a man about Eva, he told her that she should send Eva over to him. The next day when Eva came to her she told her about the man and Eva went to him right away. She arrived at the destination, it was build like those old japanese houses with paper walls and tatami mats as a floor, only they used modern materials now. She ringed the bell and a man about 50 years old opened the door. "Hello little girl, you must be Eva, I am Mister Dimitrov" Eva smiled to the man, "It's a pleasure to meet you sir" She said while taking a bow. Dimitrov let her come inside and made some tea for both of them, they sit down at the table in his living room "Ok Eva, i heard a lot of good things about you, that you are a verPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12946

please tell me if you like it or not, if you do i will provide you all in the coming days with more stories about how Eva became a very dangerous woman.

 No.12953

A little bit of formatting would go a long way. It's hard to read it as it is. Break it down into more paragraphs.

 No.12954

>>12953
Agreed with this anon. OP, please read the /lit/ sticky by Andlex.

 No.12955

Thanks a lot for the comments, i will work on that, do you all enjoy the story so far?

 No.13014

>>12955

It's ok so far.



 No.13001[Reply]

When I woke up in my new body, first thing I noticed was how much smaller it was than my last one. I spent a minute getting used to it, moving my limbs around and touching myself in various places while the machine applied make-up on my face.

When it was done, I got up and looked in the mirror - I was a small, young, blonde, curvy, sexy girl with a very slutty make-up with a lot of green in it. Weird, I was pretty sure that He preferred brunettes.

In the next room, I was expecting to put on clothes, but they never were brought in. I decided that He probably wanted me naked and rushed out and down the hallway, to our playroom.

When I entered, the first thing that struck me was the smell. It smelled like a slaughterhouse with air sanitizers desperately trying to mask the smell with lavender and… some other smells I didn’t recognize. The floor of the room was one big, leather-covered bed. He was too busy trying to fit His cock inside of my corpses’ intestines to notice me.

I silently approached Him and gently put my hand on my corpses’ gut, pushing it over His cock like a condom. He noticed me and smiled, moving forward for a kiss. His face was covered in blood and there was a piece of flesh hanging from His chin. I licked it off and we shared it in a kiss, chewing in turns and spitting back into each other’s mouths, as I jerked His cock with inside of my corpse’s gut. Eventually I swallowed the meat and kissed Him hard again.

“I like your new body” He said.

“I’m glad you like it, baby! I like how big my butt is. I think I could learn to twerk it for your next visit if you want me to.”

“Oh, I’m going to kill this one too sweetie, sorry. But I’ll ask for your next one to have a nice round butt too.” He stood up, pulling His cock out of my hand and gut and putting it in front of my face. “Now clean it up, it’s going in your pussy soon.”

As soon as I wrapped my lips around it, He started walking back, forcing me to crawl after Him, over my corpse and through a small pool of blood. He stopped once He reached a pile of leather belts lying in the corner. When He turned around and bent over to pick them up, I didn’t waste time and buried my face between His asscheeks, breathing in His smell and penetrating His ass with my tongue, trying to get as deep inside as I could. Eventually He stood straight and ordered me to stand up too. He put one broad belt with a ring around my nePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.13009

This concept is pretty hot. I like the detail where the make-up is applied to the reincarnations automatically.



 No.12931[Reply]

The Shortcut

Combat, snuff, humans vs. dragon.




On a sunny day of late spring over a mountain pass walked a couple of humans and a donkey, pulling an oblong cart. Both toned and confident, both equipped with a leather cuirass and a short sword. Despite the perfect weather and clear, if grassy path, woman just couldn't calm down.

-We shouldn't have trusted that map. If this way really was any good - there would be a road here!
-Well, there's no road, but there's a way. See? The map has been true so far.
-Then why there's no road here?
-Because people are cowards and like to stick to tradition instead of risking new paths.
-Someone made that map. Yet no one walks this way.
-Their bad. We'll make a better trade with this shortcut.
-What if dragons live here?
-You believe in dragons?
-Are you stupid!? They killed one near Therview few months ago!
-And you seen the remains? Must be just a tale to attract travellers.
-Remind me, why I married such a stubborn fool!
-Because I'm handsome, I'm capable, I make money, and I'm the only one who would take you out of your backwater village.

The woman rolled her eyes and growled. Then turned to the sudden sound of falling stones and up the nearby rock. From above the rock showed a green scaly head twice the size of human's with yellow slitted eyes and two paws with claws the size of human fist each. "Damn! You called it!" - spat the man and drew his sword. Dragon looked at him and backed a little. But then its gaze fell upon the donkey. Its eyes opened wider, and its muzzle opened slightly with a longing sigh. "Oh no, you don't!" - shouted the woman and darted to the back of the cart. Dragon quickly and somewhat awkwardly crawled over the rock down on the grassy path, its body the size of a little house. But before it could reach the donkey - the woman stood before it with a spear pointing at its head, and the man stood with his sword ready by her side. Breathing heavily, dragon waved its head, looking for a chance to attack. It bit into the spear head and moaned in surprisingly high tone as it cut into its palate. Before it could lift the spear, the man darted towards it, ready to swing. Dragon raised its paw for attack, but the man quickly slashed at it with his sword and rolled out of its way. Dragon let go off the spear and moaned in pain again, backing off. It suddenly turned back and started running, buPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12932

Aaaaah! Silly me! Silly me! >_< Shouldn't have rushed and one-shot it. Forgot to add few things. Should have let it sit and brew for a day. Could have added more details. But here it is. Hope you still like it. I tried to make it tragic.

 No.12959

Zero comments. Was it that bad? >_>

 No.12965

Don't worry, that's normal! I was entertained. It was coherent and interesting. You don't get a lot of love unless you do really over the top fetish stuff.

I also bet people would talk a lot more if you practiced so much your writing was undeniably amazing, but I've never experienced that so I can't prove it!

Anyway, I liked it! You should write more!

 No.13008

The dragon submitting to the humans was very hot, that scene by itself was worth the price of admission.



 No.12801[Reply]

Last week I finally had a little time to write and I managed to finish a short story that I had in my mind for a while. Its a concept that others had tried before, though I think this one is somewhat different and you might like it.

I am also working in another story, much more brutal than this one, that might be finished by the end of the week. I will post it here too if people are interested in a girl being burned alive as revenge by the police.

Also, if you like it and want to read more, check out my website at www asstr org/~Eficient/



disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!




It was getting late, and I knew that soon it would be too dark to keep going. Above me, the trees closed on one and other, blocking what little light came from the darkening sky. They were beeches and oaks, their barks so dark that they looked almost black.

Far off to my right I could see a little patch of clouds, already orange from the setting sun, but that was all they light there was.

I knew I should have brought a flashlight, or even my cell phone, but I had left both of them back home. Besides the clothes I was wearing, I had nothing. I haven't told anyone where I was going either. It wasn't as if someone would care, but still, I knew I should have.

But the letter had been pretty clear. Emily had sent it to me, just before she disappeared. There wasn't much on it, except the instruction for getting to where I was then, some warnings about bringing my cell phone or telling anyone, and at the very end, a short line, where she told me to thrust her, that she would soon be free, and that I could too, if I wanted.

Emily and I had been friend since kindergarten. Our families lived together, and I don't remember a day in my life where I didn’t see her. We were very close, and as we became teenagers that bond only grew stronger than before.

We shared everything with each other, every laugh and every tear. Or at least we did, until one night. I was at a party with her about six weeks before she disappeared, even though we weren’t invited. She said nobody would care so I had followed her into that house, even though I knew I shPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12803

This is some beautiful writing here. You portrayed ambiguousity of while situation rather well and would definitely read more of your work.

 No.12827

Thanks Orion, I am glad you liked it!

 No.12868

Very nice, the grammar mistakes leave something to be desired though.

 No.12992

>>12868
Thanks, I am glad you liked it. Sorry about those mistakes. I have never found a proofreader and no matter how many times I go over a story before posting it, some always slip by...



 No.4239[Reply]

I have posted most of these little short pieces elsewhere, but thought those here might enjoy them.


Letters Home




Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm really loving Hollywood. You won't believe it, but I've already had an offer for a snuff role, and I haven't even been here a week! I got cast in "Guillotine Gangbang #24", and it was a great scene. There were eight girls arranged in a circle, each with the cord to the next girl's guillotine in her mouth, and eight guys fucking them, taking turns around the circle. There were also eight of us giving the guys rimjobs as they fucked. It was great! You know how I love rimming (thanks for the lessons!), and my last guy came when the girl lost her head. It was a real thrill to feel his ass clenching around my tongue. Then I ate his come out of her pussy. The guys who didn't come right away went to the middle and played with the heads until they shot.

Anyway, the director, Jack Savage, said he loved my enthusiasm, and he wanted me for the next "Facesitting Fatalities" picture. You know how much I love his stuff, and it sounds like a really great way to go. Of course I was thrilled, and I told him so, but I said I wanted to build up my professional credits first. When I go, I want everybody to pay attention, and not just because it's a hot scene.

Love, Jenny
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 No.5172

Bump to keep from losing this

 No.8702

Id love to see letters from different talented actresses!

 No.11393

Bump~

 No.12937

Bump

 No.12987

Yes more plz



 No.12840[Reply]

Garrus' Big Score

The bar was alive with music and sound as Garrus drank his third skyllian ale. He was between missions, and having the time of his life bragging about his work to all comers.

"It's true!" Garrus asserted. "I've programmed in an automatic de-cunting subroutine into my omniblade. Works on any humanoid female; you just punch up between her thighs and it cores right through through her. Takes her filet right out, every time. I even calibrated it to cut through any armor on the market."

"Bull-shit." Came a response from down the bar. It was a human. A female human. A marine judging by her armor. A hulking blonde with her hair trimmed short, she cut an intimidating figure fully kitted out in her gear. "There's no way you managed something like that. Even if you did manage to program an automatic cunt corer, there's no way you manged to get that dinky little Sirta Chameleon omni-tool on your arm to cut through Alliance military-grade armor."

"Hah! Not only did I do it, but it works! I've been using it as a finishing move and I've been eating a whole lot of pussy steak because of it."

The marine scoffed. "You're lying through your goddamn mandibles. I bet there's no way that that dinky little tool of yours can cut through my armor!"

Garrus looked the woman over. "Is that a bet?"

"You're damn right that's a bet, and when you fail? My squad gets to use you as target practice. Johnson's shots have been veering left, and I haven't gotten to shoot a Turian in years!"

"And what do I get if I win?" Garrus asked feigning nervousness.

"You're not gonna win, but if you do somehow manage to back your bullshit and manage to cut through this armor and core out my cunt you can keep it." The alliance marine was confident. The Turian in front of her was blowing hot air. There way no way that he could get a Sirta Chameleon to do what he was bragging his could do.

"Then it's a bet," Garrus agreed. "Just gimme a minute to check my calibrations." Garrus replies.

"Take all the time you need, bulls-eye," the marine laughed, confident in her armor. "At the end of the day I'll still be here and you'll be target practice!"

Garrus began fiddling with his omnitool. He didn't need to, but it never hurt to double check. He could see the marine's eyes light up as he passed the 30 second mark tinkering with his omnitool. She was sure of her victorPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.12973

>>12970
If that's what you want? Try the Mass effect stories of Ms. Masterson https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/MsMasterson
I proofread and edit them and they have lots of decunting.

 No.12976

Hmm says there's 5 stories there, but I can't access them?

 No.12977

>>12976
Click on filters in the top left corner and check everything - they're filtered off by default because they're guro

 No.12978

>>12977

Got it, guro was blocked for for some reason.

 No.12979

another awesome story visitor, i don't even normally like this theme but you made it hooooot ^_^



 No.12972[Reply]

This story is about Eva La Fey, she is a 23 year old young adult, this story will tell her how she became like this.


Eva is 6 years old half asian and half caucasian girl with a lot of behavior problems like hitting and picking on other kids and not behaving to social rules, wearing only black panties and a black short yukata with flowers on it because she cant pay better clothes, she is a orphan and lives in a orphanage in the east asian mega city, That city is build up from hongkong to beijing to seoul to tokyo. The mega city is so big that they even closed the sea between the cities to build more houses. Eva her orphanage is in the kabukicho district. The streets are flooded with prositutes, street kids, sex offenders, gang members, mafia. Kabukicho is famous for the redlight district, soap massages, hostess bars, geisha schools and houses, love hotels, cosplay cafes and a lot more, now a days is prostitution legal in the city so there are also a lot of brothels and stripclubs available a long with many internet cafes and sexshops. Eva is supposed to be taken care of by the orphanage but they only provide a sleeping place for the kids and some breakfast, the kids can walk in and out whenever they want between 00:00 AM and 8 AM, after 8 AM they are thrown out on the streets and cant come back before 00:00 AM. So like many Eva started doing jobs for the older girls and women that worked the district. getting supplies from the store like lube, condoms, food, drinks, smokes and medicine. She also did a lot of other things like reading and writing for some of the girls that couldnt do that, they never learned because they were to poor for school. A lot of the more educated girls like the geisha knew that Eva was a very smart girl so 1 of them told a man about Eva, he told her that she should send Eva over to him. The next day when Eva came to her she told her about the man and Eva went to him right away. She arrived at the destination, it was build like those old japanese houses with paper walls and tatami mats as a floor, only they used modern materials now. She ringed the bell and a man about 50 years old opened the door. "Hello little girl, you must be Eva, I am Mister Dimitrov"

Eva smiled to the man, "It's a pleasure to meet you sir" She said while taking a bow.

Dimitrov let her come inside and made some tea for both of them, they sit down at the table in his living room "Ok Eva, i heard a lot of good things about Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.12962[Reply]

He woke up dazed. Looking around the pale room, eyes heavy with distortion. Immediately his body recognized the horrible pain centered in his abdomen. Stretching his neck, he looked downward towards his chest and his feint breath died in his throat. His eye and neck muscles tensed and bulged as he fully realized his condition. His shallow breathing quickly escalating to short heavy huffs of air. His panic and terror was increasing rapidly. Tears began to form in his strained eyes, and he could feel the intense pressure in the back of his throat. A burning sensation began to ripple through his thoughts.

His body had been placed on a crude alter of an operating table. His hands bound with dusty moth riddled lace strips. His legs chained tightly to the operative table.
His wheezing chest cavity had been cut sloppily in large gash marks reminiscent of mortuary y-cuts. His sticky organs, littered in fragmented pieces of broken jagged ribcage, filled the cavernous orifice. Blood caked the prettily patterned bedding and coated his skin.
In the faint light that the room's small window provided, he could see the unmistakable shimmer of bright metallic glitter. Pink and sparkling. Reflecting dully, half covered in blood and hidden in the crevices of his chest. He could feel his blood draining from his body. He could hear it, had he listened closely enough. He closed his eyes and watched the familiar black swirls on the back of his eyelids.

His weak body. succumbing to infection, and blood loss. Slowly he felt the same slipping sensation that stole away his consciousness. He sputtered to breathe, hearing the rickety wet sounds his lungs must be producing.
And then he heard it.

The giggle.





It had indicated so much in it's short burst of intonation. High pitched and airy. Lithe and feminine.

The fear that gripped his muscles and forced his eyes to shut; now beckoned him to turn his head in both astonishment and curiosity towards the soft noise.
His eyes first rested on her small pouted mouth. She grinned a set of razor pearl razor teeth, and giggled lightly once more. Her hands gripped something soft and squishy, attached to bloodied cords of which he could not make out. She squeezed roughly.

He felt the tension and pressure from the long ligaments of flesh that attached him to that sticky piece she held. The burning of his skin, and the immense pressurePost too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.12961[Reply]

(This is a story I wrote when I was pissed off at my boyfriend. Needless to say unfortunately none of this could be enacted on his dumb body.)





She tore open his pale chest and dug her fingers into the soft gooey confines of it. His red and pink organs wrapped around her knuckles as she squeezed on them, her hands turning white from the strain she put against them. He cried and salted tears rolled down his face.

He looked towards her and begged her for a release into death. She kept him locked up against a large wooden constraint. The iron holdings grinding and cutting into the soft flesh of his wrists and ankles. He bled and his body was filthy. She did not bathe him, rather she preferred letting him sit in his own disgusting filth. Urine streamed down his legs as he pissed himself from the pain. It cleared out streaks of skin that had been previously caked in dirt and muck.

He cried pitifully, his head rolling around in his neck socket, trying to deter his brain from the stark realization of how she tortured him.
She was not loving, and she grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes as she hurt him. She looked at him with a merciless coldness. She did not speak a word while she did this to him.

He had initially began asking her why she would do these unspeakable things to him. They were once lovers, and she had given all of herself to him. He was foolish and disregarded the strides she took in trying to be what he wanted. She sacrificed herself and her morals and her interests for the sake of this man.
She tore into his heart and dug her fingernails deep in the thick organ casing. She has taken his ribs and forcefully cracked and broke them so she could have abetter view of his soft insides. She refused to talk and give this creature any hint of what she was thinking.
She had long since broken the binds he had kept around her soul. She cried for eons, waiting for him to turn into a person that was desirable, to no avail. She had been cut deep inside, and her brain furthered the disconnect she felt in regards to him.

She thought too much, and in this moment she released her grip on his heart and grabbed ahold of his long stringy stomach.

She pulled it out of his body and ripped it from the muscles and attachments. He cried and screamed in agonizing pain as she did this. His breathing was heavy and ragged, and his eyes had become dull Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


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