Asstr Old Joe

Asstr Old Joe
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Perhaps the most inclusive body of porn ographic and erotic writing on the Internet . Searchable , but also categorized into various Collection s. Stunning in scope , there's something here for everyone over 18 .

Available at www.asstr.org and ftp.asstr.org.

If you're looking for some decent ASCII based erotica on the Internet ,
then this should be your first (and likely only) stop. Forget
trawling through banner advert or - even worse - pop-up advert
infested web sites . The main way to access the Alt Sex Stories Text
Repository is via FTP , although you can instead browse it via the
web if you prefer - with absolutely no adverts.
All the files are organised into neat little directories, either by
the name of the author or the collector of the stories. The main
collection, the archive of alt.sex.stories.moderated (spanning from
1997 to the present) can even be searched based on the story codes ,
making it trivially easy to find stories that do have some elements
but don't have others.
Another thing that sets this site apart from the rest is the way you
log in. Anonymous FTP access is allowed, so you don't need to set
up an account. In fact, the only reason you would want to set up
an account with your own username is to upload your own stories, or
your collection of other people's stories (with the authors'
permissions, of course).
If you're a connoisseur of erotica, ASSTR is an invaluable resource .
If you write such stories, it's even more useful, providing you with
a popular server to pseudonymously publish your works on. Either
way, it's an indispensable site for anyone interested in the genre.
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Dlordload opened this issue
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Dlordload opened this issue
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chapt list- https://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Clitorides/
Chaphttps://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Clitorides/SCA0107.txt
So tried doing it myself but failed.

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I have been avoiding writing some of my stories. It is easy to write about losing my hammer. It is easy to write about finding my iron. It is hard for me to write about what happened in my bedroom behind a closed-door in 1966.
I started to write a story called “When I was Eight.”
I typed the truth and then I copied and pasted details of the story that were explicit. I have a file labeled, graphic details, child sexual abuse.
Every few weeks I open the file and read it. I edit the story and then I click, Save Draft. I don’t publish the story. I am embarrassed. I think the molestation was my fault. I think I should have known better.
On page twelve of my baby book my mother wrote in cursive handwriting with blue ink a list of presents that were given to me on my first birthday.
Mummie and Daddy and Neal gave me a 2″ doll and Auntie Anne and Uncle Carl were here for supper and they brought me a five-year diary for when I grow up. I wasn’t feeling very good as I’m getting 2 new teeth and they sure hurt but everyone was making such a fuss, cause I’m a yr old that I was trying to be as happy as I could.
The diary was a present for when I grew up. I threw the diary away when I grew up. I ripped off the cover and I tore out the pages.
When I was eight, Uncle Carl came and stayed with us at 1216 Ave. K North in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, while my father was out-of-town. My brother and I called him Uncle Carl. He was not our uncle. He was not our father’s brother. He was not our mother’s brother. He was a friend of our parents. He was not a friend.
The house on Avenue K had three bedrooms, one for my mom and dad, one for my brother, and one for me. My bedroom was at the end of the hallway, across the hall from my brother’s room.
The man we called Uncle Carl stayed in my bedroom. He slept in my twin bed. My twin bed with the pink covers. I ordered the pale pink Bedspread with ruffles around the bottom and matching curtains from the Sears catalog. The pages in the Sears catalog in the drapery section were worn from me turning the pages, trying to decide which Bedspread to order.
I thought my mother knew everything when I was eight. She knew when I took cookies out of the pantry in the kitchen, even when she wasn’t in the same room. She knew when I was lying, and she knew what I was thinking. I thought she knew what happened behind closed doors.
I knew not to talk to strangers. My mother trusted the man we called Uncle. He was my Uncle Carl. He gave me a five-year diary when I was born. His name is written in my baby book. Uncle Carl is not a stranger. My mother trusts him. I trust him. He is in my bed room. If my Uncle is trusted to be in my bedroom then whatever he does must be okay.
I am in my bedroom with my Uncle Carl. My bedroom door is closed. He is sitting in the chair to my desk. The back of the chair is leaning against the door. No one can can come in and see what he is doing. No one can go out.
The door was blocked. I wanted to open it. I saw the doorknob on the right hand side of the door.
He is my Uncle. I trust him. I know that my mother trusts him. He has a book he wants to show me. It has drawings of woman wearing nightgowns and underpants. The underpants have no bottoms. There is a big hole in the bottom of them. You can go to the bathroom without having to pull your panties down.
While I was looking at the book on his lap he opened the zipper to his pants. He took out his penis. I know it is called a penis because my mother told me about them. My brother has one. He can pee standing up when we go camping. When we are in the bush and there is no outside toilet, I have to squat, and the pee runs down my leg. He took my hand and put it on the top of his penis. I didn’t know I shouldn’t have touched him. No one told me.
He wanted to keep the book a secret. He wanted to show me the book again in the evening. He told me to sleep in my brother’s room instead of with my mom. He told me to wear two piece pyjamas, and to wait for him. He will come and get me in the middle of the night.
The chair is moved, I opened the door. I kept the secret. I slept on the outside edge of my brothers bed and I waited for him.
Read the next part of the story here Uncle Carl was not my Uncle
These writings refer to Carl Shaack, a Canadian man who died in the early 1990’s. Any resemblance to the name or likeness of any other person using the name Carl, Carl Shaack, or Uncle Carl, is purely coincidental.
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