Femboy Riding Novels & Stories

“She’s a queen” “What about that other thing you said I wasn’t?” I asked him. “A broad?”, he says and I nod. “Those are females who like to ride but are unattached to any one man. They kind of sleep with any of the guys who don’t have girls just so they can catch a ride on our bikes when we do runs. It sounds a lot worse than it is because they’re taken care of like any other member of the crew. I mean, you saw them all hanging around the house”, he says to Meme, who shakes her head.

It's not a combination I'm accustomed to. We're heading to Payson early on a Sunday morning and the road is mostly empty. Sofia's arms locked tightly around my waist make the ride sweeter. It's been a long time since I've ridden with a babe on the back. It wasn't something Savannah cared for. I gain speed and enjoy the wind against my face and the roar of the engine. I allow my thoughts to settle on the club. There's nothing like working out problems while flying free.

“You are going to let me ride her?” The young lad looked at Gabe who gave him a small nod, then back to her. “Yes, Miss. You can ride Princess.” The boy moved to give Emmie assistance, but she flipped her hand to move him away. “Thank you, but I can mount by myself.” The stable boy shrugged and turned to help Gabe, but he mounted without any assistance. The boy threw up his hands and walked away.

I was now hitched up to my gorgeous mom all neat and legal. As we headed back to the room, we passed this sleazy looking blonde, wearing a tube top, too short to cover her phoenix bird across her back. Her hip-hugging tattered Levi's were barely above her puss...you could even see the tattoos that were below her beltline. She wore flip-flops. She was about 20 I guessed.

The ride was just what Olivia wanted and Kane found a good expressway to avoid traffic. Olivia has always been a crazy girl and in the presence of the man in her heart, she didn't hesitate to bring out her real self. She stood up in the car, shouting and whooping as Kane sped on the freeway. She let down her hair from it's ponytail and let the breeze blew it up, covering her face. She kept on shouting and singing along with the song from the stereo. She was having the best time of her life.

He squealed every time we hit a bump, drooling all over Rhett’s T-shirt like it was his job. I followed on my gelding, walking him slow. My core still protested if I posted too hard, but the doctor had finally cleared me for gentle rides. I kept one hand low on my belly out of habit and the other on the reins, hat tipped against the sun, trying not to grin like an idiot at the picture they made: my big, tattooed husband and our tiny, chubby baby bouncing along the pasture like this was the most natural thing in the world. Cassie brought up the rear on her mare, phone already out. “Ruby will murder us if she doesn’t get video of Rowan’s first cow encounter,” she announced, filming everything.

I grumble because leave it to a woman to take the fun out of riding along the coast in the open air. She crosses her arms and widens her stance reminding me of Beck's peevishness. "I'll eat pavement. And what about my hair? It will be in my face the entire time. And what about helmets?" she looks around like maybe they're hiding in a bush. I stand up from adjusting the choke, which I noticed was off yesterday, and cross my arms mimicking her stance so she knows I'm not playing this game. "You want to run back to your room with your tail between your legs be my guest. If you'd like to secure your hair so you can see during the ride, I'm sure we can find something." I'm doing my best to stay c

POV EMMA BELLE I was riding at the head of the caravan, sitting comfortably in a reinforced saddle. Lyra was currently napping in a fur-lined basket attached to my horse's side, while Caelum had decided he was "too big" for the basket and was riding with Félix. "Félix, if he teleports while the horse is at a gallop, I’m holding you responsible," I called out, watching my son’s emerald eyes glow as he tried to grab the horse’s mane.

I climbed on the bike, putting on my helmet before starting it, listening to the roar of the engine with a small smile on my face. It wasn't long before I reached the place where Rose was still stuck in a small argument with the sorority girls, her expression was one of pure boredom, although she forced a smile now and then. All of their attention turned to me as I approached with my motorcycle, stopping next to them. " Are you kidding that you have a Harley Davidson?” The black girl from before didn't hide her surprise. " Girl, it looks like your ride just got even more exciting," Audrey teased Rose, not noticing her friend's discomfort at this insinuation.

Damien asked, walking close to Seb, “Have you never ridden a horse before?” [No... Not really.] wrote Seb, [Only in a carnival once, and there was someone leading it around a pole.] Damien smiled at this and called at one of the does in the field. It came closer and bowed its head before Seb. “Do not worry,” said Damien, “she will be gentle with you. There is no danger of falling.” Finally, Seb mounted the doe that gently raised itself as soon as he sat on its back. Seb held on tightly at the base of its antlers and closed his eyes as it leapt in the air and landed right beside Dorin’s elk.