Femboy Hookups Novels & Stories

Pretend I’m just another girl at a party. Marcus dares Gwen to shotgun a beer. She does it like a champ—foam dripping down her chin, cheering when she finishes. Everyone claps. CK watches her with that small, fond smile, but his knee is still pressed against mine under the table and it still sends a shiver down my spine. Steady. Unmoving. Every time I shift, he follows. I don’t pull away anymore. Someone truths a guy about his worst hookup story. The table howls. Shots go down easier. I take another—bad idea, but the burn feels good. My head swims pleasantly. The room tilts just enough to make everything dreamy.

But that was not all. Due to past two days, they were in some arguments and the boy asked her to meet him. When she declined and said that she doesn't want to connect her strings with him anymore because he started being verbally-aggressive to her, he threatened her with the pics he morphed. Those pics showed her in intimate positions with different men and some of them looked like n*des. She was completely shattered.

“Okay, so my boyfriend and I like to make up fantasies to spice things up. I’ll dress up as a schoolgirl and let him spank me, stuff like that. We’ve got a stack of costumes at home. “One day, he brought home this hooker outfit. Fishnet stockings and suspenders, a tiny leather skirt and a skimpy top that barely covered my tits. We did the whole role-play of me turning up at the door, counting the money, telling him the rules, and all the time I was getting more turned on than I’ve ever been.

FIVE YEARS AGO. (CARLTON) “Hooking up with a guy when you have a girlfriend doesn’t make you gay, right?” I cup my phone’s speaker. “I don’t want to be bisexual, but he’s so hot it hurts.” Mom hums a silent song; a red ample tulle dress, high-end jewelry, and eyes sparkling like a teenager. My panic stems from the fact that Mr. Anonymous hookup is in the same restaurant as Mom’s boyfriend.

She was 5'4" fair and had light brown hair and eyes. All the guys in our school were crazy about her. According to them , she was smoking hot... And all the guys wanted her to spend some time with them. Ruchi was very pretty but I always found her very fake. She was just 6 months younger than me so we were in the same class. She was totally an attention seeker and was mean, selfish and rude with all her family members but was extreamly sweet in the presence of others specially boys. She was literally addicted to the attention she used to get from them.

It was a hookup app he had just installed, to look for a good fuck. Min Young-Jae was twenty-four and he was pretty much unemployed if he didn't do the cam boy thing along with the waiting in the high maintenance cafe down the block. It wasn't just his financial problems it was also his 'thing', he liked doing it. He liked imagining the number of people who'd get off to his little actions and instructions every day, it made him feel loved.

Fiona snuggled into the pillows and sighed. Marco stared into the darkness. Hookup. He'd had his fair share of them, but he didn't like the word. Not for this. But wasn't that what he'd told her they were? Friends with benefits for a weekend? That was a hookup. Marco laid there rolling the word around in his head long after Fiona dozed off. He had no right to be irritated, and yet...he was.

We’d been best friends since college—roommates, confidantes, partners in every filthy fantasy we’d ever whispered to each other late at night. Both of us are bi, insatiable, and tired of vanilla hookups that have left us wanting more. For months the slow burn had been building with these five men we’d met through a very discreet, very exclusive swingers group online. Jake was the ringleader—tall, broad-shouldered, with a cock I’d seen in photos that made my mouth water. Tyler, athletic and cocky, always sending teasing videos of him stroking himself. Derek, tattooed and intense, the one who could dirty-talk me into a puddle. Marcus, the gentle giant with the biggest dick of the group and the

And how would that even work? “Are you talking about a hook-up or what?” I ask for clarification about what he is referring to. “Hookups are cheap. I’m talking about the real deal, where you get to act like you are mine. You are going to make others believe you are in a serious relationship with me whereas you are not. It’s all for the papers in some way. So whenever you’ve lost interest, you can call it off between us which would make it seem like we broke up. I guess I must have said a lot for you to understand,”

I said with a sad sob. The way he looked at me reminded me of the Russo brothers ogling Contessa. A paid whore. Of course my pussy complied anyway, quaking around his dick. "This isn't me. I'm not a casual hook up kind of girl. Sex is with one person at a time for me. Maybe forever. Only now I'm letting some guy I don't know inside me and it's just… fuck. This isn't me," I pleaded with him to understand.