Erotic Feminization Stories Novels & Stories

“It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out after meeting them and seeing the way that they looked at you.” “I…,” she choked out. “I fell prey to their trickery. She said that there was a special way to have sex to activate the hormone for longevity of life. Sex and a drink. I believed them. I didn’t fight them.” She took his face in her hands and looked him boldly in the eyes. “I had sex with both Minerva and Marta willingly and freely. You need to know that.” His body stiffened. “Are you telling me that you prefer making love to a woman’s body than to a man’s?”

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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.

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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

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.

“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.