Femboy Compilation Novels & Stories

I tug at the bottom. "It's perfect!" She grabs me and sits me down. "Put your hair up and you'll look gorgeous." After we both got ready, we met up with Georgia and a few other girls. The boys met us in the parking lot. "Damn ladies. Dressed to kill!" Hayden drooled. "Of course." I say. Even though I never do girly. Sean slides up to Georgia. "You ready, sweet cheeks?" She rolls her eyes. "Smooth one, Romeo."

she irked her brow smiling flirtatiously now. Kane forced himself to look away, "you are looking for someone you can call a booty call later?" "Hey! Come on man, I don't call girls booty call, I mean I don't have someone special. I prefer to call it, a trip to the heaven" she winked.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

Her face was covered in pockmarks, a far cry from the girl who once cared so much about her looks. "Hurry up! If we're late, all the cheap meat will be gone," she urged Byron. But he walked slowly, and he even had a limp in his left leg. "Oh, I heard Bethany came back. You wanna go see her? Too bad she wouldn't even give you the time of day now." The moment she said my name, Byron froze in his tracks. He whipped his head around and shouted at Lisa, "Shut up! Don't ever mention her again. Scum like me deserves to be stuck with trash like you for life!"

Turned real. Yeah... karma. I blocked every number she had. Thought that was it. Yeah... I underestimated how shameless she could get. A few days later, a video blew up online. Jenny sat in front of the camera, crying. "Hi everyone, I'm Jenny Knapp. I'm officially accusing my ex, Gavin Granville—heir to Granville Group. He set me up just to break up with me, bankrupted my family, and ruined my wedding! He's heartless—just plays with people's feelings. If he can't have me, he'll destroy me!"

“I hate how some women lower themselves like that, always chasing a man. Be independent, be attractive—like our heroine. No wonder Nate loves her. She’s nothing like clingy Isabella.” The words felt like daggers, slicing into my chest. And if that wasn’t enough, they twisted the knife again and again until my heart felt raw. Sadness, anger, embarrassment—it all tangled together inside me. They were right. Even after falling asleep, I’d found my way back to Nate’s arms. Even though I knew how much he hated it. “I…” I started, but before I could say more, Nate pulled me closer. His magnetic voice whispered right next to my ear. “We didn’t have sex last night. How about I make it up to you now?

It was unlike other videos she used to watch. Vicky swallowed and tapped on the profile to see more of his videos. She tapped on a recent video. It was a different woman that looked like a hot model. She was lying on her back, a towel barely draped across her stomach. His hands were massaging her cleavage, gliding down between the soft swell of her breasts. She could see his thumbs brushing the sides of her breast, even near her nipples.

Slit that parted like it was a secret everytime that you moved. “Too much,” I said on reflex. “Perfect amount,” Jess countered, already unzipping it. “Tonight you need to feel like a weapon, not a victim.” They bullied me into it while Tara attacked my face with brushes—smoky shadow, winged liner, a red lip that felt dangerous. Lena did my hair in loose waves that spilled over one shoulder. Every few minutes someone would step back and yell “Body is tea!” or “Serve!” and I’d laugh, rolling my eyes, but feeling the smallest flicker of something warm in my chest.

I was very proud of myself…it had been very long since I made a girl fum, I almost thought it had left me but seeing what my nipple vibrator was doing to Sabrina, I still got it. So badly. “I want to capture this moment.” I told her before setting the camera up in front of her, in between her legs, and pulling her shorts down. She did not resent or try and fight back. She was so into everything I was doing to her body it was fascinating because I thought she was playing hard to get. I was so happy I was able to catch her while she was still in the mood to be touched, in the mood to be felt and pleasured especially by her own gender.