Femboy Stories Novels & Stories

Harry said and looked at him with puppy eyes. "What do you mean you love me?" Elijah asked in a stern tone as he pushed him away. "You treat girls like your sisters so you must like guys. I wouldn’t mind if you like me." Harry gave him a cheesy smile. "Well, I don't mind if you guys start dating, I mean you know I love yaoi(BL) more than I love him," Emily said and pointed at Harry. Grace started smiling and was waiting for their reaction. "Eww!" Elijah said and jumped away from Harry.

Frank alone couldn’t tame him, so Jerry grew up to be an entitled boy and thought he could get anything he wanted. His entitlement had made him lose many girlfriends. After the other, they complained that he was controlling and so proud and didn’t care much about his girlfriend. It didn’t help matters that his close male friends were as entitled as him, so he couldn’t change. At Casablanc pub, Jerry had seen Mary get in with Rose. He knew who Rose was but couldn’t help but wonder who Mary was. He thought of Mary as beautiful and wanted to know her. Their eyes met, and Jerry winked at Mary.

But when I came up with Cupid’s story along the way, I couldn’t help but want to give him a story too. I hope that you could read my other stories as well. I will now be focusing on a new book entitled “Running Away with the Billionaire’s Baby,” and it’s under the pregnant run-away/hiding the baby trope. You can click on my profile to read it or search the name on the search bar. See you guys there!

Still humming with it. And maybe—just maybe—I’d bring cream puffs so full they burst at the seams instead of those neat perfectly square little lemon bars. It had been almost a year since I’d actually been fucked—and let’s be honest, whatever Adam and I did barely qualified. Especially after what I’d seen here. Compared to the things I’d watched in this club, he may as well have been reading me a bedtime story. And tonight? I wasn’t in the mood for fairy tales. Maybe it was time to admit I wanted more.

the Papuan boy instructed. The six hands of the dark handmaidens grabbed at Emma’s pale naked body to help her turn over. The Papuan girls took advantage of Emma’s naked body, grabbing at her large white tits and slipping four dark fingers into her cunt to help turn her over. My wife did not mind but seemed to enjoy the attention that these young girls were giving to her randy body.

"Pound me like you did Emma. Make it hurt so good!" Emma watched from the desk, her legs spread wide and tied down, her pussy dripping even more. "Daddy, please," she begged, her submissive tone soft but desperate. "Fuck me harder and faster too. I need your cock stretching my tight pussy again. Don't leave me empty." I pulled out of Lila's soaked cunt with a wet pop and stepped forward to slam straight into Emma's tight hole. Her virgin walls clamped around me as I thrust hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass. Emma moaned loud, her tied body jerking on the desk.

Only to find a young woman sitting on the floor sucking her thumb. Cody plods over to the girl and starts licking her thumb. “What are you doing?” I ask him. “She’s hurt.” He responds. I am about to question him further, but he is loving the head rub she is giving him. “The pain is easing. Thanks,” she tells Cody. “More.” He demands, forgetting she can’t mind link with him. “I need to finish the floor,” she tells him as she picks up her weapon of choice, a hammer. “Don’t let her do anything with that thing. She may hurt herself again,” Cody instructs me as he forces me to become human.

Content Warning: This story contains explicit scenes involving incest and BDSM. If these themes may be distressing or triggering for you, please skip this chapter or proceed with caution. Rebecca's POV I wasn’t supposed to be back here this long. Originally, it was just for the summer—help out around the house, save money before getting a place of my own. But weeks turned into months, and suddenly I was unpacking boxes like this was permanent.

I didn't relax into the hug; instead, more tears kept flowing as he parted my back. “You're not going to be needing this cheap thing anymore”, he said, waving the vibrator in my face. I nodded slowly, and he wiped my tears off. “Now, Lilian, I seriously need an answer: when did you become a bad girl?” I looked at him through my tears before responding. “I started when I was fourteen” “So you've been doing this for the past five years”, he paused. “Has anyone ever touched you here before?” he asked, his fingers gently resting on my bare pussy.

My name is Daniela, I am going to tell you my story and I hope you don't judge me or victimize me. When I was in third grade, I met a boy that since I saw him I liked him, I didn't know if he liked me, but I was willing to conquer him, so first I started to investigate if he had a girlfriend and what do you think, yes, he did and it was a girl who had the reputation of being the heaviest in school, presumptuous and conceited, so it was not going to be easy, but not impossible, was what I thought, he was also in the same grade, only in a different group.