Erotic Feminization Stories Novels & Stories

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎

Despite our friendship, Meredith still didn't understand the balancing act that transgender women like me went through. My entry into middle age had heralded in a new chapter in my journey of sexual self-discovery. I had moved on from anonymous "fuck me" hookups fueled by Internet message boards to slightly-less-anonymous encounters via online dating sites. It had been months since I had run away from that swamp, tired of the constant "Transgender 101" I found myself teaching, my ego bruised and battered from men who abruptly went silent on me the minute they discovered I was trans. As I mentally ticked off some of the more-unpleasant rejections, my inner monologue grumbled that the hassle s

One of those famous ‘grey’ areas for me, I'd say. Although totally un-Ellislike — that’s middle-sized, a redhead, and to put it bluntly, busty — I’d always had my fair share of boyfriends — and sex. But for a while — even before Ellis’s arrival — I’d been right off men. Well, not completely off them. I’d fancied one or two, but always the same type. Slim, effeminate guys who reminded me of women. And when I’d put my libido on auto and fantasised I’d always dreamed of pulling women. Until the very last minute, that was, when a rather wacky thing seemed to happen. If I was beginning to like the idea of being Sapphic, why did my dreams stop short of the actual sex?

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei