Female X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“Let's go back to Kalti. He's a bad boy because he is a renegade cop, and an outcast, because he's Aboriginal Australian, and he's sexy, isn't he? — Male readers identify with those 'take-no-prisoners' cops. To the women like a strong hero and are intrigued by other facets of his personality. What I just realized is that they might be getting tired of him being so lonely in life. loving. I nodded. — Even your male readers must appreciate a hot female character, — Even your male readers must appreciate a hot female character,

I squeeze her ass checks and hold her against me, my hard cock pushing into her stomach. "The pleasure was all mine," I tell her. "Not hardly!" she answers, kissing me lightly on the lips and trailing her fingernails along the length of my erection as she moves over by the other girls and Kristina jumps on the couch. "I'm ready," she declares, assuming the same position Alex was just in and spreading her pale legs as wide as they'll go. The two pussies couldn't be more different. Alex's labium was thick and meaty while Kristina's is thin and delicate, like a flower. Which is exactly what I tell her.

“Yes. This is because, if you’re going to understand how a man reacts, you have to understand your own body first. You have to understand that you can feel that same 'tense' feeling I felt... and gain your own kind of reward." She sat on the edge of the mattress, her knees together, looking up at me with rapt attention. "You mean... girls have that too? But nothing stands up on me like it did on you." "It’s different for girls," I said, standing up and walking toward her. "It’s hidden, honey, but that doesn't mean it's not there. It's there.” I paused, bracing myself for what I wanted to say. Then I continued, “If you want to learn, you have to be completely open, Angel. No hidden parts. Jus

* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together. The energy built, electric and communal, Zelda's fingers flying faster, dipping into her cum-filled pussy, then up to circle her clit. The blend of their essences coated her hand, slick and filthy, the scent rising fresh as she chased release. *Fuck, if he walked back in now...* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting

"But I know you. I know you hate my kind. You think we're monsters, glitches in your perfect logical world. And since I’m both a witch and a wolf... well, that makes me the ultimate target, doesn't it?" His eyes narrowed and a flicker of genuine surprise crossed his face but he quickly buried it. "You think you can read my mind?" "I don't need to read your mind, darling," I laughed, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. "It’s easy to read a man when you’re fucking him. Your body tells the truth even when your mouth is lying. You were thinking about my throat, wondering if you could build a collar tight enough to snap it." I stood up and walked toward him.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised – triggers for non-consensual undertones in fantasy context, size difference, and intense power play. This is going to be a long series. Enjoy ;) CHAPTER ONE

“I have never felt my soul connect to someone like this. You own me now, preacher’s boy. Heart, body, and every sinful secret.” The marathon claiming turned feral yet remained deeply romantic. They rotated with tender urgency, one pulling out so another could sink in, sometimes two at once stretching his hole wide again while the others kissed him through the overwhelming fullness. Double penetration returned with Marcus and Jax this time, their thick cocks sliding together inside Elias’s cum-filled channel, grinding perfectly against that sensitive spot until he was sobbing their names between moans.

Content Warning Dear Readers, Starting from this chapter, the story delves into darker and more intense themes that may not be suitable for all audiences. This includes explicit sexual content, BDSM dynamics, strong language, graphic violence, blood, references to drug use, emotional manipulation, and other mature or potentially triggering material. Please proceed with caution and take care of your mental and emotional well-being. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for a mature audience (18+) and explores complex relationships and emotions within a fictional context.

Males are no different. It’s been four years since my first shift and no mate. Most shift around 17 but some males go sooner. Maybe I am forgotten and meant to be alone. Who says I care? I don’t need a mate to have amazing sex. Females seem to love a strong partner, they want to dominate and be dominated. But males? They just want a submissive little girl who does as she’s told. And one who cooks, of course. No … fucking thanks! I flipped open the file and gazed at the names, but there was only one picture. They were brothers, how different could they possibly look? I shoved the file in my bag with a notepad and some pens and pushed it around to rest on my back.