Romans & histoires Erotic Feminization Stories

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

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.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

And all because he couldn't tell her no when she told him to, “Please, please, be my partner for my next couple of pictures. I've always loved the idea of an erotic-themed photo.” But it baffled him that handling just her breasts could have elicited such response from him. He had had women thrown themselves at him - literally- and he'd been able to leave like nothing had happened. Jaz, Jaz, Jaz, She was saying beside him, “And I know you have some kinks - Fola told me- but I don't want any of that. I just want to be made love to.” She was talking in that rushy way that said she was ready to be rejected.

Mark filmed close-ups of my cum-bloated belly, my very gaping holes, and my tear-streaked face while I begged, “Please Daddy, breed me. Fill me up more than Jake ever could.” By the time faint morning light crept through the curtains, I was a complete ruin!—covered in drying cum, hickeys, and handprints. My pussy and ass leaked constantly and uncontrollably. Mark finally kissed my forehead tenderly, stroking my hair like I was precious. I was. “You did so good, princess. Rest now. Tonight we do it in the living room. And tomorrow? While Mom’s sleeping right next to us. You’re ours now. Our secret breeding toy.”

She slowly got up with trembling legs as I had stopped when she was just a few seconds away from having an orgasm. “Sit down” I said to Vivian and she quickly got on my lap. Her white shirt was already off and her big fair boobs and her hardened pink nipples were exposed. These two beautiful mountains have filled my imaginations and dreams for the past few months. I slowly buried my head in the valley between the two mountains and ran my tongue along it. “Ahhhmmm” she moaned as I pinched one of her nipples while my face was still buried in between her boobs. “Eat her pussy” I commanded Camila and she quickly got in between her legs and buried her mouth in her wet pussy.

“Please, Vincenzo. Fuck me. Breed me. I can’t take the teasing anymore. I need you inside me.” He kept edging me for what felt like forever. The vibrating plug went in next, buzzing against my prostate while he sucked me slow, pulling off every time I got close. I was crying, begging, tears leaking from my eyes. “Vincenzo…please…let me cum. I’ll do anything. I’m yours. Just fuck me already.” He finally yanked the plug out, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and slammed his thick cock inside me raw. “Fuck yes…” I screamed, pushing back hard. He pounded me deep, hips slapping loud against my ass.

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

On screen, Professor Lang clicked to the next slide: “The Bell Jar as semi-autobiographical confession.” Sage pressed the flat of her tongue against Mara’s entrance—broad, wet, unhurried—and licked upward in one long, languid stripe. Mara’s hips twitched forward involuntarily. She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste copper. Sage hummed approval against her—soft vibration that made Mara’s clit throb. Then she focused there: small, teasing circles around the hood, never directly on the swollen bud. Mara’s breathing turned shallow, controlled. She forced herself to uncross and re-cross her ankles, trying to look like she was just shifting position.

Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end. I wasn’t supposed to be an omega. Or at least, that’s what the elders whispered when I presented as one last spring. My scent was said to be as sweet as night- blooming jasmine and warm honey. It was the kind that made every unmated alpha stop in their tracks and every other omega despite me Before that I was just Vespera, the quiet beta girl who helped her mother tend the herb gardens. Basically I was a nobody before last spring. However I was untouched. Completely. No boy had ever kissed me. No fingers but