Female Frisk Novels & Stories

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

"Don't worry. I find you so sexy, and if being with me makes you squirt, then be with me again." This woman was not holding back. "Again? Wow, you're the energizer bunny," I joked. "I feel really comfortable with you, and before I change my mind, I want to try something that I've seen in videos." "Okay..." I said, drawing out the "y." "I feel comfortable with you too, so let's try it." "It's where we open our legs up, and our parts touch." "You mean scissoring?" "I guess that's the term. I'm a girl virgin," Wren said with a silly grin.

The two women were in bliss. "She's such a greedy whore." Chelsey said to him. Kira, who knew the comment was directed at her, moaned out loud at the words of her friend. She was greedy. Greedy enough that she had her lips wrapped around her friend's clit while her pussy was being pounded by a thick cock. She loved being in between them, giving and receiving pleasure. She sucked hard on her friends clit, and passed her tongue over it to coax the little bundle of nerves out of its hiding place.

FLEKI The fuck? The actual freaking fuck? I wanted to stop, to halt from doing what I was doing but I couldn't bring myself to stop, not with the whimpers that were escaping from her mouth with each smack delivered to her ass cheeks. Not with the way she was raising her ass in invitation and in anticipation of my next smack. Now with the way she was clenching her thighs together, definitely trying to create friction in her core because the smell of her arousal was so intense and wild that I could taste it in the air.

Freya continued running her hands up and down his dick and, without a heads-up, lowered her head to take him into her mouth. Vilian shivered. Remembering that she had a forked tongue. What if there was poison? Freya started nodding on his dick, making sure to slurp. The other females were staring in her direction for a few moments before returning to their discussion. Vilian kept clenching his teeth hard. He didn’t want to get hard for a creature like this. He really wished he could go back in time.

Obviously I was not going to let her have a go at me like I was a sitting duck so I struggled ferociously. I screamed as I scratched and hit at her blindly like a crazy person. All my previous bravado and wittiness now gone only to be replaced with a strong will to survive and escape. My efforts paid off and I was able to get a scratch onto her face. Fiona froze as her face was turned to the side and her minions immediately gasped like I had done some sort of horrific thing. Slowly, Fiona turned back to face me her eyes dark with menace and murderous intent.

Her brown eyes shoot daggers. I like the silky texture of her skin beneath my fingers. I like her smell too-the soap, her hair, the scent of a female, which is so different than that of a man. I should bring down a brush so she can take the tangles from her hair. I thread my fingers through it and she pulls away.

Serenity enjoyed what she was doing, although she lived her life as a straight woman, she had more oral female tricks than any man or woman I knew, gays included. This woman sent my body to a different place every time we indulged in each other’s essence; from the gentle way she would rub her soft hands across the delicacies of my body to the way she aggressively yet passionately sucked my skin. Serenity moaned, indulged, and played the flute with my clitoris until I was shaking and having an orgasm all over the conference room table. I was distracted when I heard what sounded to be the conference room door shutting. Serenity and I popped up,

“I guess I’m a little sensitive…” Tyler continued to kiss her skin, moving down lower each time until she was nuzzling her mound of short, soft dark hair. Daria was just noticing now that all the other girls—at least what she could see—had trimmed or waxed everything down to a thin strip of hair… a Brazilian, she thought they called it. She would have to have that done… hers looked a little unkempt… but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. After brushing her cheek back and forth across Daria’s bush, she extended her head and put her lips on Daria’s labia.

Not today. The hall was minimalist and quiet, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps like a grave. “Raffaele!” they squealed the second I stepped inside. “We’re not done yet!” the brunette giggled, still holding the chalk between her fingers like she had any idea what she was doing with it. “I am,” the blonde breathed. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. We have a winner. I had… multiple kinks and attractions, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit any of them. One of my favorites? Hot women with even hotter brains.