Femboy Hookups Novels & Stories

I was curious to know which website it was. “Here, look. I got hooked up with him through this website. I saw his photo, minus his face and I immediately subscribed. After some days, a lady called me and told me to go to a certain joint in Wangige where we should meet with my tom boy, so I drove there. I met this young man, very handsome, very attractive with charisma. We liked each other instantly. It was a nice bungalow with a lot of secrecy. No one knows you have come in or gone out. But oh! Girl, they are damn expensive! I paid Kshs 50,000 membership, fucked the boy same day until I cried. I swear I will fuck him forever.” Ivy told me.

Holding it up for inspection, I inquired, “So, we whorin' tonight, Lovey?” Minx’s laughter filled the room as she replied, “Damn right we are! I'm in need of me a nice, large, candy cane.” Then, eyeballing my yoga pants she teased, “Sweetness, I'm in some serious need of some cock hook-up, cause that damn ba-donka-donk of yours, is lookin’ way the fuck too fine, and I'm damn tempted to bite it!” I choked, then, we both burst out laughing as Minx was pure, one hundred percent heterosexual.

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.

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.

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.

I got my laptop out now and started to hit some cam sites and XXX story sites. Eventually I found myself on a site to find hookups. I have no idea how I ended up here. At first I told myself I was there to see hot pics of girls and couple posted to get a nice glimpse of real naked girls instead of the produced p**n I’ve been watching. Then I started reading some of the profiles on the posts. These got me even more turned on, the thought of having a secret hookup while my wife was away. I was torn on this thought as I also didn’t like the idea of cheating but my dick got the best of me. Drunk and high enough I posted a request to find a girl between 18 and 40 to come over and have fun with me

Which also means some partygoers have chosen this place to be the site of intense make out sessions. The night air still carries strains of the traditional beach music as I pick my way in search of a comfortable place to sit, wincing as I hear moans and smooch sounds coming from a particular shadowed corner. "Elvis! Yes! Don't stop!" A female voice pants raggedly. She's probably on all fours, bikini panties tangled at her knees as "Elvis" slams her from behind. I'm already aroused thinking about it. Gosh, I chide myself. Stop these dirty thoughts if there won't be anyone willing to fuck you. It doesn't help that I've had only one boyfriend in my entire life, even as I turned thirty last mont

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.