Part 1

"Ahhh! Yes, baby! Fuuuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my wife fingered me to my eighth orgasm of the morning.

My gorgeous auburn haired wife grinned and kept her fingers working inside my cunt while I bucked into her slender hand. Once she saw that I had ridden that orgasm as far as it would take me, she offered her wet hand to me to suck clean, then immediately kissed me around her fingers, stealing back some of my love juices. When I playfully tried to push her away, she countered by throwing herself on top of me, pressing the weight of her own naked body against mine.

"God, I love you, Sandy," I murmured.

"I love you too, my sexy, gainful bread-winning wife," she replied. "How are you liking your reward for being promoted to senior saleswoman?"

I kissed her for a long, familiar moment before answering.

"Perfect," I whispered. "But, if you try to 'reward' me any more right now, I think I'll melt into a big puddle of cum."

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Part 2

When we walked in the door at home, Puppy came charging up to meet us, running on all four of her rubber paw booties. After babbling wordlessly and running back and forth between us for a bit, she shoved her face under Elora's skirt and started licking and kissing the youngster's body.

"Aw, did somebody miss us?" asked Sandy, who was carrying the cooler full of ice cream.

Our daughter tried to push away the overly excited pet, but was having trouble with her hands occupied holding her large cake.

"Puppy!" called Sandy enticingly, seeing an opportunity to get back at me for making her cum repeatedly without her consent. "Come here and eat out Cassie. Eat out Mom, girl."

The pet girl recognized the familiar command and nosed her way under my dress. She went directly for my cunt, licking up the moisture soaking my thong and rubbing her nose on my clit. I spread my legs and stood still, allowing her to have her way with me. Toying with Sandy and seeing the cows at the dairy had me fairly turned on, and I hadn't had a chance to do anything about it, so it was actually nice to have Puppy's skilled tongue on me. We both soon got frustrated by the way my thong was getting in the way, but with a bottle of wine in one hand and a four pack of orange cream soda in the other, I was in no position to disrobe on my own. Puppy soon lost patience and bit the offending garment, chewing the crotch in half. With my ruined underwear out of the way, she dove back into me, tongue fucking my cunt with abandon.

Sandy had been carrying in the groceries all this time and soon everything had been put away, except the items I was holding. When she took those off my hands, I lifted my dress over my head and removed it, letting it and my purse fall to the floor. I carefully lowered myself into a sitting position, then laid on my back, allowing Puppy to shift with me, never interrupting what she was doing to me. Eventually I came on her face, and she sucked up all of her liquid treat from my snatch.

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Should repost on Ao3 and r/guro erotica

Very nice.

One thing wasn't quite clear: was Meghan naked when she was spitted? You described the dress she was wearing beforehand, but the gutting scene seemed to imply that she was naked.

I love stories where the snuffee has reservations but they are completely unrelated to the dying part or even the pain part <3 so good!!!

you should add more filler descriptions of the environment rather than rushing, but the idea is good

Part 2


Wow.

Today was certainly not a ho hum sort of day.

I looked at the little girl strapped to the table. Helpless. Naked. Vulberable. And then I looked at my bandaged finger. I bet my finger felt a little bit like her at this time.

I had thought she had given up. I had truly thought I had broken her, at least a little bit. But if I had, she clearly had second thoughts. And they were in the form of a renewed fight. Tied up. Bound. And fighting. Amazing.

I walked over to the head of the cold steel frame she was strapped to. I'll admit. I was a little afraid. This little creature had caused me significant harm, and I'll admit, I kind of respected that. I'm surprised I was able to get her to let go of her bite. I got lucky, for sure.


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Part 3

I walked into the office that morning and read my brief.

Great job on identifying her as the bomber, my PDA read. Unforunately, the intel she provided was false. No snipers were located at the locations she described, and most of the names were falsified. Most. Of course. I could tell.

They did manage to rope in a few minor players. Civilians who were either spying for the enemy or secretly assisting the enemy soldiers. A few of them were pretty young actually. Sandra was more useful that I had thought. There was one other girl in the lot. Not quite as young as Sandra, but definitely pretty. She might come useful in a little bit.

So then I merrily made my way back to her cell, where she had been standing on one leg through the night. I looked at the leg holding her up, her thigh was covered with feces, forming a small pile just next to her foot. A puddle of urine had gathered next to her foot as well. I suspected that she was somewhat incontinent, as all of the ass fucking and violent dilation had probably rendered her anla sphincters non-functioning, so I did not entirely blame her for shitting herself. Her anal sphincter would take days to weeks to recover, at least.

Well. At least I had an idea of what her breakfast was going to be.

I scooped up all of her excrement and urine and collected it in a bucket. I then opened up a large can of wet dog food and dropped it in the bucket as well. And I had a surprise as well. I've been collecting the semen from some of the male guards regularly now. Many of them enjoy the idea of some of the female prisoners being forced to eat their cum, so a few of them regularly provide me with frozen cupfuls of jizz they've gathered over a period of weeks. Yeah, there are plenty of sick disgusting bastards that work here. We are an interrogation facility, after all.

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You had this written up and you were just sitting on it? What the hell, man?

On behalf of myself and the lurkers, we wish you well through and after these life changes. It's been a pleasure having you with us, so don't hesitate to ask us for a letter of recommendation.

A nice story, well written and worth to be bumped.

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the wording you chose. Are you wanting someone to write for you, or are you wanting advice on how you can write your own stories.

And, no need to ask to ask. Just ask your questions.

I am a fledgeling myself, so here's some general advice

Format your text, there are guidelines pined at /lit/. No matter how good your writing is, noone will read it if it looks like a solid block of text.

To write better, read. Preferably in a genre you want to write in.

Don't limit yourself with visual descriptions. Use all five sences, (vision, taste, smell, touch and sound) and more (emotions, urges, regrets etc).

But if there's anything you NEED to learn - your writing will suck, and that's okay. It will take a while before you get good, but you will never get good if you never practice.

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My apologies for being unclear with what I typed here.

I just want to ask what advices I can use to improve my writing. Like...

- Describing the scene better (mostly the fetish/Guro side) without going excessive on the word counts or sounding like dragging thing on more than needed.
- How to deliver a good build up and post-climax to the 'action' so it doesn't sound like I'm slapping words just to pad the main course.
- (optional) Finding the right audience and the balancing the 'action'. Since my kind of writings are in a bit of odd spot between scat and guro.

English is not my native language and I apologized for this.

'Tags' can help with audience finding the work; A few words at the title or first line to denote subjects, like [Consensual, Beheading, Free Use]. Some people here like scat as well as guro, and some who don't may appreciate the warning.

As others have said, the tips pinned in the discussion at the top of /lit/ are a really great starting point. I definitely recommend taking the time to read them.

Here are some of the guidelines I personally use when writing stories:

Proofread, then proofread, and then make sure to also proofread (I usually go for 5 times, minimum). When you read it, try to only imagine what is actually written, ignoring the details which may only exist in your head.

If you find some part of it boring by the third time, that part probably either needs to be trimmed down, or it needs to have some more spicy details mixed in to recapture interest.

Be prepared to allow the story to take you in an unexpected direction. Accept that something you had planned originally might not actually work well in a particular story, even if it is a good idea for some other story.

Try to have fun. Counter-intuitively, working harder on a story does not always make it better, but if you are enjoying writing (and proofreading) a story, odds are that others will also enjoy reading it.

George is still a jerk - I hope something bad happens to him! Personally I'd have liked Becky to talk Sally round a little, get her kinda excited about being centre-piece of a feast (better than being dog-food after all!) but I know everyone has different "tastes" ;)

My particular kink is probably about as dehumanising as you're likely to find, it is highly unlikely that you'll find much of that in stuff I've written. Basically, if the girl has fun, I don't

Fair enough - just at least let George get food poisining or something? :P

perfect, perfect pleasse write more.

Such a shame it doesn't end at a satisfying point.

Chapter 1: Bittersweet Homecoming

Wednesday, September 18, 1963

First Lieutenant Adam Hotchkin stood at attention in his uniform at the ceremony.

Kent was using the occasion to push his de-escalation agenda with the Sunset Isle, rather than paying tribute to Trevor.

Despite the polite applause around him, Adam's jaw tightened with each word.

The President hinted at reducing funding for the military, while talking a big game about embracing diplomacy with this island puppet regime of the Bolshevik Union that sits barely a hundred miles off the Everglade State coast.

It had taken a year for the federal government to convince the Sunset Islanders to release Adam as part of a prisoner exchange program, and an additional year for it to admit publicly, and today "honor," the sacrifice of his friend in Mongoose Bay.

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Chapter 2: Activism at Oswald University

Monday, November 4, 1963

As it turns out, Adam did have to stop at the Grassy Knoll Army Depot when he arrived in the Alamo Republic State, but not to join the base guard. Instead, he needed to retrieve the high-powered rifle, scope, suppressor, and ammunition he would use to complete his mission.

From there, he headed into downtown Grassy Knoll to rent a hotel room under his alias, "Michael Weber," a local union organizer sympathetic to the anti-war cause.

Changing into blue-collar street clothing, and trying his best to get into the mindset of a labor man, he headed out to reconnoiter the President's route through the city.

The urban setting made him uneasy after years of living at Fort Keith in rural Shelton County, when he wasn't in foreign prisons or jungles.

The city bustled with life. Students rushing between classes, businessmen in suits, tourists taking photographs of the historic buildings.

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Chapter 3: Lone Gunman

Thursday, November 21, 1963

The day before Kent's visit to Grassy Knoll, Adam arrived at Heather's apartment with his "overnight bag" - which contained essentials, and a silenced pistol.

John greeted him with a hug, his lanky frame surprisingly strong.

"Michael! Come in, come in. Heather's just finishing up a paper for her pathology class."

The apartment smelled of cooking vegetables and garlic.

John took the wine with a smile.

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The character writing is too bad to be a real story, and there's not enough sex to be porn.

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Chapter 2
While making breakfast in the kitchen, I could barely hear the toddler in the basement. What I could hear was the slut babbling to the puppies. After my sleep, I expected that she would have picked her favorite puppy. I cooked a cheese & bacon omelet and shared it with Eve. I hoped that the smell of the meal would find its way to the child.

Finally, I was upstairs with Eve and preparing for bed. I removed my clothes and lay down on my king-size bed. I snapped my fingers, and Eve did as she was trained and jumped on the bed with her head on my thigh close to my cock. My cock was half hard, but Eve would fix that shortly. I knew that it would only take one word "suck" for my Mastiff to start working my 6-inch, thin cock with her wide slippery tongue.

Eve always started with nice long licks that she reached down to my balls, and up it was as if she wanted to taste what I had fucked last. Next, she would gobble my entire cock into her doggie mouth. Eve would move her tongue and head around until I commanded her to stop or I’d cum into her maw. This night I wanted to fuck her ass mainly because wanted the toddler to clean my cock of dog shit when I woke up. I gave her the command to stop.

My next command was "Eve ASS". With this command, she would shift over and lay on her belly, her tail pulled to the side as if she were in season. I reached into the headboard, where I kept sex toys and lube. I used Astro-glide on my cock, and then I crawled behind her. I took note while looking at her asshole; it was nice and crusty with her poop. I knew that would leave some lovely remains the toddler would clean from my 6-inch puppy raper in the morning. I angled my cock to her ass and pressed against her pucker, and she was clamped down tight.
I knew how to fix that. I took my fist, punched the dog's side, and yelled her name. Like magic, she loosened up enough that I slid into her anus. Oh god, it was so hot and sticky. As I started fucking her ass, I could smell her ass, that was somewhat spicy today. Having my dog's poop rank is a good thing, as it will make the cock filthy and stinky with poop.

I grabbed her fur and rode her, picturing of all the ways I would fuck, torture and break Sasha over the next few months. 10 min after lay pipe in my bitch's ass, I knew I was approaching the point of no return. I abruptly stopped to save a nice load for tomorrow's fun. When I pulled my cock free of her clenching ass. I saw that my cock was thickly covered in smelly dog shit. I planned how I was going to keep it for Sasha. I took out a jock & cup and slipped it on, knowing would encase my cock with the dog shit, maintaining and ripening the nastiness for the toddler to clean with her tiny maw.

I awoke mid-morning with my penis itching and wanting to be set free. I quickly obliged by taking off the jock and cup. Wow, I could not fathom how rank my junk had become. I made my way from the bedroom down to the basement. As I neared the stairs, I could hear a horse crying, which brought an evil smile to my face and stiffness to my member. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, I switched on the overhead light to see the toddler looking at me and holding her crotch. I was surprised and baffled by her clutching her pussy area. I am sure it meant something like she was horny, or her skanky family trained the 2-year-old to be sluty. I like the first idea of a horny tyke.

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What on fucking earth have I just read? I just randomly came across this and even with my fucked up morals find this wrong and I am honestly questioning the sanity of the write.

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Mood, also it's Writer, you forgot the r