Femboy Hot Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to Zoey just in time to see her slip a tiny remote from the strap of her thong and press it, her gaze never leaving mine. “Ready for Sasha Fierce?” She teased, the corner of her lips curving into that smirk that made my cock throb hungrily inside my pants. I let out a short breath, unable to look away. I leaned backwards, my back to the bed’s headboard. “Show me what Sasha Fierce has got.” Her grin deepened, a spark flashing in her eyes as she circled the pole. Her fingers glided along the metal slowly, her hips rolling in time with the beat. Slowly, smooth, controlled, and absolutely wicked.

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls. Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act. I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most. Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model gi

“If you don’t give me a response in less than 5 seconds, I’ll make sure I’ll devour you so hard that even your squirt won’t stop even when you’re begging and crying “My whole temple belongs to you BIG DADDY!!” I responded in excitement. “Hmm, good girl.” I grabbed one of my boobs from behind and fucked myself hard like a slut. In that moment, I didn’t feel like Nora.. no I felt like a private fuck toy hired to satisfy not the customer but herself. I mean… There are some things a dildo can solve but you see this cock right before me? I mustn’t miss it. Every thrust made my cunt cream more.

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.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

The soaked edge clings to it for a second before falling back into place. My jaw tightens. Pressure builds harder behind my pants, stupid and immediate, and I curse under my breath before I can stop it. I adjust myself again, angrier at my own body than at her. Most girls would’ve been shaking by now. Begging. Offering excuses. Dropping to their knees and offering to suck my cock like that would wipe the debt clean. Emerson just keeps working—mouth set, eyes on the paint, body tight with a fury that somehow makes her more interesting instead of less.

“Do not aggrevate me, I don’t want you to be showing everything to everyone. Humans are very touchy feely.” The girl looks from me to Dysnomia and back, “Alpha Zared, crop tops and hotpants are very fashionable currently. She won’t stand out in a negative way.” “She’s gorgeous in everything and anything. I want at leat her stomach covered.” Dysnomia turns back to the changing rooms and I see that the ‘hotpants’ barely cover her ass, AND HER ASS TOO!” I shout. I hear Dysnomia laughing, “I told you he would freak out.”

She continued to rub herself until she slid the panty aside to expose her pussy, "Mmmm." Loud grunts from the man in the video, the moans from the woman he fucked, alongside Phoebe's moan filled my room under a hedonistic theme. Phoebe poked her fingers into her pussy, grinding beside me and bringing her left breast out of the bodice, to twirl her nipples. Regis began raging like a charging bull. His nostrils are flaring and I feel his hot breath in my head. Literally, my body was shaking as I fought to hold back Regis. My green eyes switched between emerald and black.

Stella was looking at him sucking and licking his finger and it made her feel so hot. "Um, I don't know what's happening to me, Leo. I feel um, a little hot. I want to touch you. And I also what you to touch me, kiss me and make love to me. Um, my skin is so hot right now." The soft sexy voice whispered to him. Leo could not believe his ears. She sent her soft tongue into his ear and licked, making him nearly stop breathing. His body responded immediately as his middle part got hardened and extended to its maximum length in no time.

Fuck, that was the hottest thing on this planet. Her tits pressed together, swinging just a little with each movement—pure temptation in motion. God, she drives me crazy. And when she crawls towards me. Damn! Now I’m getting hard again just thinking about the way she did it, eyes full of submission and heat, like I was the only man that’s ever existed for her. And fuck, I am. No one else gets to see that side of her. No one else even comes close. That beautiful, filthy side of her is mine only.