Femboy Traps Novels & Stories

He watched her, saw her lips twitch, and he couldn't figure out if he was nervous, or excited. "What’s the worst trouble you ever got into with Jay?" He laughed as he handed her the cards for her to shuffle. Over the course of their friendship, they had done some stupid shit, like normal teen boys were supposed to do. "We didn’t do anything like steal or something. But I think the stupidest crap we had ever pulled would have been a stunt in college. I know there was this one chick he was interested in, but she had some football player boyfriend. We were all at the library and I had to distract the player so Jay could talk to her. Not our finest moment, but he did cheat with her. That

Aresh nodded quickly. "Different?" asked Eros with a probing look. "This time, it's a girl," Aresh replied, looking at his friends intently. "Crying in the corner of the room. With sorrowful cries." "Who? Do you know?" asked Cleo and was answered with a shake of the head by Aresh. "This is hard. Usually, you get something not far from our neighborhood, right?" said Eros as they all nodded. Silence. No more sounds came out of their mouths. The four of them were busy with their thoughts until they were surprised by the arrival of two beautiful girls who joined them.

After a long time she was having fun and she was enjoying the chase. “Come to me like a good girl or if I catch you then you will be thoroughly punished.” He threatened her playfully. “First catch me.” Hiding a laugh behind her hands she continued taking cautious steps backward. “Really.”Adam raised his brows questioningly. “You don’t know what you have got yourself into. Once I catch you, you will be fucked so hard that you won’t be able to walk for days. Forget dreaming about running.” His eyes had a note of finality. With new determination he started running.

After taking my shower, I took a photo of my alluring reflection in the mirror and sent it to my online boyfriend, Howard Webb. I thought about it and decided to send him a suggestive message that read, "Look at my collarbone, sweetie. I accidentally bumped it against something. How annoying!" In the photo, my towel was the only thing covering my body since I'd just taken my bath. I purposely struck an enticing pose that seemed extremely seductive. It was what I was best at. When we were dating online, I'd always flirt with him to the point where he became flustered.

I love having them protect me. "Wait up!" June ran towards us. She also trains with us but has Luna she has a lot on her plate. Ellie smiled turning back. I have two beautiful and strong best friends. They were older but we all love each other and don't allow our age to affect us. Ellie had beautiful curly brown hair and her eyes colour is grey. She looks so innocent making enemies underestimate her. June on the other hand has long black hair that is always tied up in a high ponytail letting her green eyes pop. Together we were trouble makers always ready to frustrate the guys.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

She forced a smile and walked off. The voice belonged to Nadia Holloway—the one who ran 502. The most twisted of the three. She liked treating people like dogs. When I first moved into 502, she'd send me out on timed errands. Make it back on time? Cash. Late? She'd slap a collar on me, sit on my back, make me crawl. Once, she said her family had a pony with eyes just like mine. The pony threw her. So she gouged its eyes out.

Then she drifted off to sleep. While cleaning up the hospital bag beside her bed, my hand brushed against something hard. I pulled it out. An opened box of XXXL condoms. I stared at the bold XXXL on the package. With that size, I'd need to turn sideways just to fit the width. I took a slow breath, pulled out my phone, and snapped three photos. On the hospital bed, Mia slept peacefully. A faint smile still rested on her lips.

Whatever my first hasty charge around the apartment might have missed. I find it in the bathroom. Juliana... She's consistent at least. Rigged up in the same way as when she abandoned Baxter, the lavatory seat is wired. Hitching my pants at the knees to squat down, I peer in. It's an amateur job, the wiring crude, but it would still work. Lifting the seat is the trigger for the explosion. The technique has long been used as a booby-trap in situations where, typically, the intention is not to kill, but to maim. A corpse can be buried with honours. But a companion on a stretcher, carrying what's left of his genitalia in a paper bag; that's a drag on resources and morale.

"You went to his party. You danced in his space. You let him think he could touch you. And now he’s bold enough to send me—send you—this trash." "I'm sorry," Leo said, a tear finally escaping and running down his cheek. "I don't want him. I told you that." "Then show me," I commanded. I didn't want the sad, quiet boy anymore. I wanted the boy who belonged to me to remember exactly who owned him. "Get out of the bed. Now." Leo scrambled out, standing in front of me in one of my oversized t-shirts. He looked vulnerable, but the fear in his eyes was being replaced by something else. That familiar hunger.