Erotic Feminization Stories Novels & Stories

The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered. I peaked and gazed out the window. The black woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her.

Shaking my head, I held out my hand for Grace and helped her get up. “Thank you,” I nodded. “I’m sorry but I can’t come. And if you want to fuck, you can choose from my friends to have their cocks fill in your cunt. I don’t fuck twice.” Then I walked away to go to my car. I massaged my forehead then stalked Erica again. I noticed that all of her pictures characterized her as a prim and proper lady, her clothes were perfectly fit on her body, it was so good, alluring, and addicting but not to the point that you will lust over her.

we moaned together in sync, our loud voices mixed with the scent of smoke filling the atmosphere. She held my shoulders for support and continued moving her waist backwards, the more she moved the more the momentum built up and the more an amazing sensation built up inside of me. Her insides were soft and dripping, and even tighter than her pussy and I felt it expand when she moved her waist, there was something definitely different from fucking her pussy. My body was shaking, I was losing control with the way she was bouncing on my dick. Today I understood exactly why some men are gay. Ass hole is a bit nicer to fuck than pussy.

The pen trembled in her fingers. *Sometimes I touch myself in the shower and I pretend it is him. I push two fingers inside me and whisper his name against the wall. I imagine him standing there, telling me to go faster, to go harder, until my legs gave out. I came last night thinking about his voice. I came so hard that my knees almost buckled.* Her writing turned messy, ink smudging from her grip. She squeezed her thighs around the diary, her hips lifting off the bed. She wanted more. She dropped her pen for a moment, reached under her pillow, and pulled out the dildo she had bought weeks ago.

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

"Yes, Charlie, I gave her a little testosterone. Just enough for her to get it up. Imagine you in her place. She's afraid she won't get it hard for long enough to perform so you must help and encourage her. And if you prefer it in the ass rather than using your mouth just ask her. I'm sure she would like it. Charlie felt sorry for Erika when he saw that she had been castrated. "I'm the one who asked to be feminized as much as possible. You don't risk losing your balls as long as you are a good boy!" Erica giggled as she put her hand on Charlie's head, pushing her hardening sex into his mouth. Charlie just had time to see Erika's carefully coloured nails as his mouth was filled and he had som

The only ones who had some resistance were those infertile and sterilized women who did not give in to their pheromones, one of them created her. Even so, one day she seduced one of them, and with that she had sex with a scientist, discovered the whereabouts of the person who idealized her, and so, fleeing in a ship, she invaded the castle, using her pheromones, that king wearing armor all over his body, she never expected that he was equal or worse than her. When the man pretended to surrender to her charms, when they had sex, she would stab him, but he tore out her heart, thus beginning her life as his mercenary and slave.

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As