/lit/ - Literature

"You filthy boy," she says. "What am I going to do with you?" Standing up, she grabs my arm and drags me across the floor to the foot of her bed. My cock is so hard that I can barely keep my privileged load from shooting. Mistress Laurie perches on the end of her bed and removes the stockings from her pale white legs. I groan in worthless delight at she presses her foot into my face, her toes spreading to allow my tongue to clean between them.

"You should be grateful to clean your mistress' feet," She tells me, and wraps the stocking around my neck.

"I am mistress Laurie," I groan. The stocking pulls tight and my head feels light. She kicks me in the side of the head before sticking her toes in my mouth again. There is no feeling in this world that can compare to the pleasure of cleaning your feminists toes.

I wriggle my right hand free of its restraint. Glancing up at her I can tell she permits this. I begin to stroke myself, laying there on the floor like the privileged trash I am. I pleasure my worthless cock for my queen.

She swaps feet and allows me to service her other toes. Oh, mistress, I am not worthy. I look up and see has slipped an empowered finger inside herself. She sticks another in, and looks down at me, beating myself into ecstasy and sucking on her toes.

I get a special treat from my mistress as she lets me taste her fingers, swirling them inside my mouth, then fishooking my cheek.

My cock is tensing now. I can feel I'm going to shoot so I slow down. She notices. Jumping down from the bed she squats over my face again and tears of joy fill my eyes as I'm granted a taste of her precious asshole. With my free hand I reach up to touch her, but she slaps me hard. I've angered my Mistress. What does a worthless male like me think he's doing trying to touch his queen?

"Oh mistress," I begin, but it's too late. She kicks me in the ribs and winds me. Picking her bag of feminist delights up from the bed, she pulls out a strap-on....

>>3489711
Didn't finish because I've gone 46 glorious days without fapping and this won't help.

>>3489711
>Picking her bag of feminist delights up from the bed, she pulls out a strap-on....
A strap-on what? Is it a bra? A fake nose?

>>3489711
You lying fuck, I wrote that an hour ago. Write your own Pennyporn.

>>3489708
>The world was going to end in an hour due to a meteor blasting into the planet.
no
It's not that it's a particularly bad plot element, it's just God-awful writing. Wipe the shit of your prose and rewrite stinkers like this. "Due to", Jesus Christ...!

>>3489708
Poast Moar!

>>3489726
Link or it didn't happen.

>>3489708
That's a very nice story, mate.

He picked himself up from the wardrobe floor, and winced at his reflection in the mirror. No matter how hard he tried, he still looked like garbage.

His tears had formed a pool on his shirt, too.

Today was going to be another one of 'those' days.

>>3489758
>"Due to", Jesus Christ...!

agreed

>>3489814
I'd watch that.

>>3489824
How could there be a pool of fluid on his shirt if he were standing up? Other than that it's all good.

>>3489711
Quite possibly the greatest love story ever written.

>>3489940
I would make a Twilight joke, but then I'd have to kill myself.

>>3489836
Due to the fact that I like writing your dues.

>>3489711
I'll give this a go:

My tenacious curiosity is being held accountable.

I first spied, wide eyed, an awfully attractive flame-haired maiden, dwelling towards the back of a glossy top-shelf adult magazine underneath the caption 'privilege checker'. What else, prey tell, could you expect a privileged white male to do in this predicament but phone the number attached? Taking a pair of orange-handled nail scissors, I cut a crude rectangle around the advert and hobbled to my telephone.

Later on, sat with a 12 volt battery wired to either side of my scrotal sack, the insatiable urge to call her seemed like the best decision I have ever made. Truly, dear reader, this fire engine minx had taught me the meaning of patriarchy; going so far as to trace the letters on the inside of body with her fist.

As I lay there bathed in cooking oil, I beamed. I radiated. There is a certain physical pain that only a feminist - a most gloriously liberated womyn is capable of inflicting on a man, and this Mademoiselle had done just that. I am Enlightened. I am redeemed. Laying there in my own blood, excrement and unsaturated sunflower oil, I had been resurrected.

Sooyoung blushed when Yoona dropped her wet towel.

"Hey Yoons! C-cover yourself up!"

Yoona picked up her towel with her wet and rosy hands. She noticed that Sooyoung was blushing.

"You like this, don't you Sooyoung?" she said and let out a mean little giggle.
"What if my wet hands are really soft... and slippery... and I might just, accidentaly, drop it again..." she moaned softly.

"W-what are you implying...?" Sooyoung whimpered while looking away.

Although, she wasn't really looking away. In reality, her eyes shuffled back and forth towards the steamy and moist shoulders above Yoona's derishus chest- They were firm and strong and irresistible.
"Oh, Sooyoung, your voice says no, but your eyes say YES."

At this point, Yoona did not bother covering herself up with the towel. "I know you want a taste of this," Yoona said while pointing at her newly shaved cunt. She did want it. The cunt, no, the artful void, the simple crevasse betwixt Yoona's slender, yet womanly legs looked tastier than than Sooyoung had ever felt about any penis before.

>>3490191
Sooyoung found her body inching forward across the bed where she had been resting peacefully until Yoona had exited the bathroom. Her face was just a foot away from the gorgeous cunt. She brushed the crimson weave from her face (which she had gotten installed for the "Island of Lesbos" MV which the girls had shot today) as to not obscure the scents of the lovely hole.

"Is... is it alright if I..." Sooyoung began, but couldn't finish her sentence for all the excitement. "Yes, yes Sooyoung, for you it's a buffet" Yoona snickered. Sooyoung, who was a pure and pristine maiden of virginity was overcome with lust and sin, and it seemed as if the devil itself had possessed her tounge, which seemed to have a life of it's own. Yoona moaned in glee.

Sooyoung had an inexperienced mouth, but the raw force and enthusiasm of it eclipsed the lack of finesse. It may have been the best oral Yoona had ever received, and her clitoris quivered in pleasure. "But you know" Yoona had an evil tone in her vocaloid voice "these are just Taeyeon's sloppy seconds."

This shocked Sooyoung. Was Yoona not a virgin like her? Had Yoona too, succumbed to her earthly needs? And Taeyeon... she had been tasting this before Sooyoung? Sooyoung was disappointed. She thought it was her Yoona had loved all along, but it seems like she is just another tool for her twisted games. As if she were some toy to be thrown away. Actually, this started to excite Sooyoung. "I am going to make her love me though my skills in sex!" she thought to herself as she found her tounge twisting faster and deeper.

"Sooyoung, what are you- ah! Aaah!" Yoona had to cover her mouth only to not shriek. Sooyoung was not only eating her out at the speed of sound, her fingers had reached Yoona's anus as well without her noticing.

>>3490196
This was ectasy, euphoric almost. Taeyeon could never compare to this! She had been the submissive one, and Yoona had liked that before, but Sooyoung showed her that she was as much a woman as any of the Generation Girls. She wanted a barbarian like Sooyoung. Someone who could rip her dress off at the kPop Music Awards and take her right there. She had felt guilty about cheating on Taeyeon, but those feelings of guilt were only droplets in an ocean of pure bliss.

"Oh, Soo, ah, Sooyounnnnngggg... uh, I think I'm going t-to explode! Ah!" She leaned her head backwards, as if that was going to let her be relieved of those smidges of discomfort. Those were not many, but mainly located around her stiff neck. She had to relocate the previous stiffness of her ass... somewhere. "I knew you'd like this." Sooyoung said, though her words were muffled by Yoona's cunt. "Wha- Oh. Oh! Oh!" Yoona didn't care for words, only Sooyoung's fingers and tounge.

"Sooyoung! Sooyoung! I-I'm climaxing..." Yoona's breath was labored. "P-prepare!" This only cheered Sooyoung on. "Oh, I am so ready for this," Sooyoung thought. Yoona's nether regions started to convulse. Sooyoung had thought Yoona was going to scream, but she only released sharp and tiny whelps.

It came like a monsoon. Yoona's cunt was spraying cum everywhere across Sooyoung's face. Sooyoung opened her mouth to catch the droplets. They looked like liquid rubies and sapphires and emeralds and topazes and amethysts in the light of Sunny's neon lamps. And they tasted as good as they looked, Sooyoung would drink it like water after a day in the desert if she could. She looked up towards Yoona, who was sweaty and warm. "S-seems like you need to take another shower," was all Sooyoung could muster to say. Yoona giggled. "Seems like you have to take one as well." Sooyoung looked down at her denim shorts. On her crotch was a dark, wet stain.

>>3490198
"Well... why don't I take one with you?" Sooyoung asked with a sheepish smile on her face. "Oh, you are not done for today?"

Yoona seemed almost shocked. "Well, alright... I suppose it's best if we... save water." Sooyoung suddenly changed grimaces to a more solemn one. "That is no joking matter, Yoona-chan. Do you know how big resources of fresh water the population wastes? If we could calcu-" Yoona kissed her suddenly, partly out of lust and partly just to shut her the fuck up.

Suddenly a creak disturbed the electricity in the air, and broke the rhythm of the heartbeats. They both looked toward the apartment's door, from which the creak had originated. In the doorway stood Taeyeon, who could only see a naked Yoona embracing another Generation Girl. Taeyeon's mouth grew thin, her chin quivered and her eyes welled up. "I, I... N-no!" was all she said. "T-taeyeon! This is not what it looks like!" Sooyoung's body was stiff. Taeyeon looked at them both with contempt, disappointment and sorrow. "W-what the hell are you doing, you motherfuckers!?" She then ran away, covering her dripping eyes with her left arm.

End chapter 1.

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>the artful void, the simple crevasse betwixt Yoona's slender
>"I am going to make her love me though my skills in sex!"
>Sooyoung was not only eating her out at the speed of sound
>It came like a monsoon

>>3490191
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>>3490201
>dem grammar mistakes
I can't fap to this

>random extract from the last chapter I wrote, not the best but it's unedited and fresh.

She stopped and looked up, all alone the streets sung an empty tune, white flakes began to fall, soft at first but increasing in weight. Not two minutes after she had felt that first flake fall onto her face had the sky begun to pour down thick blankets of pure white snow. Jean remained still, standing in the same spot looking directly up into the sky, eyes closed and with a calm smile on her face, vulnerable and ethereal. All around her the colour of the street grew whiter until everything was covered in an icy carpet. The lamp posts shone orange beads throughout the town and Jean opened her eyes as if anew, as if reborn, reincarnated, and she took this opportunity to clear her head and let the beauty of her surroundings cover her in complete calmness until she felt the false freedom of being the only person on the planet.

"C'mon, just let me do it."

He had a point, I wasn't very clever with computers. Maybe he'd have better luck searching for this thing in our backyard. A huge wardrobe, about ten feet long. We were trying to figure out what it was worth.

I hand over the pint sized laptop to him.

"See, if you want to value something made of wood, you search for the wood."

I just nodded. I didn't really understand, but he types it in anyway.

I look back at the screen and am immediately horrified. He's just sitting there with his mouth agape.

So much pornography. I guess that's what happens when you type in 'Tall, Long, Ebony'

>>3491706
The definition of writing to entertain, ladies and gentlemen