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The Perks of Being a Doormat (Mf, teach, oral,first)
Chapter One
I’ve always been a little bit of a doormat. I just have trouble saying no to people, especially when they tell me they need my help, and if they’re girls, too, forget about it. I practically can’t refuse a girl in need. Most people would assume that I do it in the hopes of sex, but it’s not really about that. The age or beauty of the girl doesn’t matter, very much, nor my prospective chances, it’s just that I want to help. It’s like I’m biologically hardwired not to be able to say no when a girl says the magic words, “Please.”

For most of my life, this has caused me nothing but grief. All through school I’d “help” girls with their homework, doing most of it myself, or even allow them to copy off me. I’ve helped countless girls move, or given them rides from one place to another, even to dates with their boyfriends. I’ve loaned money without any expectation of getting it back, or of getting anything other than a thank you or maybe a hug in return. I’m a pushover, I know.

But there was that one time where not being able to say no when I wanted to made all the rest of my life as a doormat worth it and changed my world forever.

I was just out of college, and had my own place, a small apartment, and a new job. It was a pretty good job, writing program documentation for a software company. I could work from home and they didn’t care what hours I set so long as I didn’t miss a deadline. I was a little lonely, having no co-workers I met on a regular basis. There were a few friends from school I saw from time to time, but much of my social life was still seeing my family.

I lived with my parents through college, and after I graduated I didn’t move far, only about a 10 minute drive away. I still saw them regularly; after all, I had to do my laundry. I’d also usually have at least one meal a week over there. My parents went to Church on Sunday, and afterwards they had a big meal, something hearty like a roast. Often, they invited friends from Church over to eat with them, and I got to know a few of them over the years.

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Finally! I've been wanting to do this fic for so long and I've finally gotten around to it! ^_^

Minami visit’s a mildly ill Yutaka in the schools medical room and gets much more than she expects.

this fic is strongly based on the these two pics: [URL="http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=617320"]1[/URL], [URL="http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=279679"]2[/URL]

Disclaimer: I don't own Lucky Star or any of its characters that appear in this work of fiction.
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Laying back on the mildly comfortable bed, Yutaka stared up at the ceiling, counting the squares above in her boredom.

The young pink-haired girl sighs as she rests on the bed in one of the schools medical rooms, covered by a thin sheet that didn't do much but cover her clothed body, the cool, damp towel resting on her forehead seemed to be more effective.

Her counting and boredom was soon alleviated as she sees the familiar face of her friend Minami walk into the room.

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Since my first elit, “My Private Camwhore” (>>6064) was well-received, here I am to share another. This one probably isn’t as good. It lacks the romantic quality. But I feel it’s similar in a lot of ways, from kinks to pace. For those wanting more on Camwhore, it is being worked on, I just happened to finish this one first.

Wanna Bet? (mf, mf, mff, inc, reluc)


Chapter One:
We never would have had that argument if Mom hadn’t asked me to give her a ride home. So, really, everything that happened is also her fault. And my Dad was the one who started us on that method of resolving arguments. So it was his fault, too. Of course Faith had her share of the blame. So, although I don’t want to downplay my own role in things, they were all partly responsible. Them, and Samuel L. Jackson.

School was out for summer, at least for me. Exams were still on, but our school board had a policy that if you did well the rest of the year, you could skip the final exams. Both me and my sister, and about a quarter of my friends, did just that. I was looking forward to two months of newfound freedom. For the first summer ever, I had a driver’s license, and a car to go with it. It was only a shitty used car, but it was mine.

The freedom wasn’t total… I was only sixteen and lived with my parents, and whenever I wanted to go anywhere I either had to beg for gas money or work for it. I had a part time job, but I didn’t want to spend the whole summer slaving away and having no fun at all, so I didn’t make the job full-time over the summer like most of my friends did.

The big problem was, with my friends working, either on last minute studying for exams or to save money for college, there wasn’t much they could do with me. Freedom gets old when you don’t have anybody fun to be free with. My summer of freedom was in danger of becoming a summer of boredom.

I was wrong. My summer really began on one fine, sunny day when I decided I was going to head out to the mall. I had some idea of checking out some hottie

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Tags M/F, M/FF and so forth.

This is a continuation from New Friends, a story that was here a while back. I'm hoping someone will post the old one up to save me the trouble.

Like I said in the other threat I live on an island now so I don't have as much time to write but I'll probably throw a few updates on since there isn't much else to do here but screw backpackers and lay on the beach (not that there's anything wrong with that) but a man needs literary pursuits as well... Like writing about sex, ahem, anyway.

For those who don't remember me I have anti-pedo issues but for a while at least, it's nice to be back on the new, more quiet 7chan. Without further ado.

---CHAPTER ONE - A NEW BEGINNING---

September, 2005

I rubbed my eyes and stared out at the open road ahead of me, Kings of Leon was on the stereo and my window was open just a crack to let in fresh air. My girlfriend was sound asleep in the seat next to me, my right hand clutched to her chest like a comforter. I looked over and smiled, at 18 she had perfect smooth skin and long dark hair that at this moment was tucked behind her ears. Her closed eyes were framed by thick, luscious eyelashes that twitched as the light passed over her. Those lips, that I had once thought of as pouting now seemed perpetually switching between an often sultry and always content smile.

'Mmm, concentrate on the road, you.' She came awake slowly, her brilliant emerald eyes fluttering open.

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I just can't let a good thing go ^_^
Well, it is a new girls story, thus a new thread

Anyway, chapter one

(ANIME) LOLI, VIOLENCE (MURDER), NON-CONSENSUAL SEX, MASTURBATION


Sequel to the popular 'Popular Girl' series. New girl, new story.

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- Merkolova -

- One year and a half previous (Merkolovian time) -

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mf, incest, reluc, bondage

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It was after lunch and Kyle was restless. At the front of the class, Ms. Milligan stood upright in her conservative white button-up top and skirt bottom. It was conservative enough – except for its small size and tight fit, its buttons being pressed and stretched by her chest.

Kyle liked to stare at the outline of her legs as they stretched the inside of her skirt, and he and a few other boys got to class a little early. Mr. Peterson, the district superintendent, also sat in today.

Ms. Milligan whipped a TV antenna on her desk with a startling whack!

“Sit down and shut up,” she said. The kids instantly complied. Mr. Peterson did too. It was still five minutes until class time, but nobody objected.

Among the empty seats, Kyle noticed, his sister was still missing.

“Now,” Ms. Milligan continued, “we will continue our discussion on endangered species. Frankly I don’t know why it’s in our curriculum.” Superintendent Peterson quietly averted his eyes. Ms. Milligan was a teacher in her late twenties. Kyle thought she was sexy, and she was. She had a very blunt and brash teaching style.

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I posted this unedited onto 7chan’s /elit/ so I decided to fix whatever I could. I'm amateur this is my first story. All feedback is appreciated.

(!) Young guy(18) has sex with an even younger girl(13) (!)
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I was 18 years old when I had this particular encounter. It was just a regular Saturday the day was feeling long, every hour drawn out, because my core group of friends had made other plans, plans that didn't include me. I wasn't bothered I don't mind a nice relaxing day to myself.

This Saturday though I felt like doing something, anything to get me out of the house, so I called someone, someone that I knew would be around. My friends cousin, Tom, he's pretty big and has a mean look to him but he's a kind hearted guy, the reason I knew he would be around was because he's whipped, pussy-whipped actually, he's always with his girlfriend Katie, he never leaves her side and the two of them have a very boring life, but she has a wild libido or so I hear, she's been with quite a few guys that I know and Tom doesn't hold back on the stories either. I put in a phone call to Tom, we shot the breeze for a bit and then I told him I would meet him over at Katie’s house.

I got to Katie's mum’s tiny house about half an hour later. Tom answered the door and let me in, we went up to Katie’s room because her mom was downstairs, half asleep on the chair.

Tom walks in and returns to his place at Katie's side, both their eyes glued to the television set. I say my pleasantries to his Mrs. and find a space on the bed where I can lay down and still see the television yet at the same time avoid Tom and Katie's feet.

Some time passes as we shoot the breeze and watch whatever comes on, then the door swings open and Katie's little sister, Rebecca us standing in the door way, she shouts, "Turn down the TV! I'm doing homework!"

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I'm just wanting this archives, is this the right place? Wrote it on 7chan, a lot of people are liking it and it's not something I want saved on my hard drive~
*Warning: Do not read* It's really sick. I'm not kidding, I would never let anyone I know read this because they'll probably call a therapist for me. I know there's a lot of twisted shit in Elit, but this is seriously just a gory snuff fantasy. Don't bother reading it for sexual pleasure unless you're hardcore into that.

Let me try this. I was considering seeing if I could write for an erotic lit website, but they all seem like they don't really endorse the extreme topics that I'd like to write about. Seems like here, we're a little more liberal though. First time posting. Hi.

Just finished the story. I write off the top of my head, so I didn't know what genre it would be until just now. This is the first chapter, I suppose. If anyone's into this sort of thing, I'll continue. If not, I'll look for somewhere else to post. Really don't mean to offend people, I've only scanned a few stories, but it didn't look like there was much of this sort of thing. So here's what's all in this bit.

MF, rape, gore, snuff. It's almost more about the violence than the sex. So if you're not into that, then don't read it.

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I like church girls. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it. Even if you never have a pattern, never having a pattern becomes a pattern, right? Maybe I over-think it, but that’s what keeps me ahead. I definitely have one common factor in all my attacks though. I never let them live. For a while, I never left DNA evidence, but it became too much hassle and not enough fun. My face isn’t in any database though, I’d be dead if it was.

They found the first body yesterday. I used to burn the bodies, grind the bones, scatter the ashes, but then I got into spectacles. Found the girl with

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