Femboy Traps Novels & Stories

“Oh my god!” Domitus chuckles, and walks behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I got some things for your extracurricular activities,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver as his hands move to cup my ass. Inside the drawer, there’s vibrators of varying sizes, something I think is called a butt plug, what looks like a riding crop, and handcuffs. “You…are you going to use all of those on me?”

"You've been gone so long. I've missed you. Let's see if you've gotten any better." Elaine caught his hand, forcing a seductive smile. "Colton, how about something more thrilling? Let's do it in the back garden." His eyes lit up with interest. "What kind of excitement are we talking about?" A sly grin spread across her face. "You'll see. Trust me." Colton, blinded by lust, agreed. They stumbled outside, finding themselves among the flowers by the big tree. Just when the situation made my stomach churn, Elaine suddenly reached into the bushes and pulled out a shovel.

Bennet obviously loves to read, and his books are mostly science fiction. But that's not what amazed me but the collection of... ROBOT TOYS are displayed on a wall with a floor-to-ceiling glass cabinet. "Whoah!" Ran to the cabinet and stared at the toy robots. "Whoah! He has a Strike Version of the General Uni-lateral Neuro Disperse Automotive Maneuver! Asteeeg! Only Bandai produced the original!" I know about expensive robot toys like GUNDAM because we have featured them in the National Geographic Magazine Pop Culture Edition.

There was this voice that seemed concerned about something yet he wasn't able to understand until he heard a young girl's voice somewhere closer to him, terrified and desperately pleading. "Megan, please... Don't do this. I'm scared!" "Relax sweety... I'm your mother so please trust me, okay?" The woman replied. "This won't hurt you unless you refuse to behave yourself!" 'What was happening?' He thought wanting to open his mouth but his strength was slowly draining. Anton tries hard to open his eyes but he feels so dizzy and the next thing he hears is the loud shrieks of the girl before darkness envelopes him completely.

It was her first time coming to the club and watching the scenario in front of her made her go all awe. The club was on high with loud music and the dancing floor was bashed with people. The club was illuminated with neon lights and dimly dark. The three of them were sitting in a VIP room. The boys were eyeing them with lust dripping from their mouths. "That maroon-coloured dress girl looks sexy'' A guy said to his friends about Nia. "That black one looks hotter. Hot and cute" another guy commented about Shanaya and winked at his friends.

she irked her brow smiling flirtatiously now. Kane forced himself to look away, "you are looking for someone you can call a booty call later?" "Hey! Come on man, I don't call girls booty call, I mean I don't have someone special. I prefer to call it, a trip to the heaven" she winked.

Three days before college started, my enrollment papers were destroyed, and my acceptance letter vanished. I lost it. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my stuff? You ruined everything I've worked for!" Brenda, my mother, acted offended. "I was just cleaning up for you. "I never went to college. How was I supposed to know those papers mattered so much?" My half sister, Kelsey Walker, scoffed from the couch. "Sucks for you. You should've kept them somewhere safe. Just take a gap year and apply again next fall." I did. But the pressure became too much. My mental health spiraled, and I eventually overdosed. Then I opened my eyes again. It was five days before college started. This time, I

He’s an elusive kidnapper and sex-trafficker. Nate sees flashes of Francine’s Gnnail inbox, some pictures in her phone’s gallery that are rather risqué, socmed photos of the man called Jayrus Trocio, and a little tabloid coverage about the mysterious “Boogeyman”. {The Boogeyman’s modus operandi is to set up a fake photo-shoot and put Rohypnol a.k.a. roofies in a drink that he then offers the victim. Once inside his blacked-out van, the victim is never seen again. The Boogeyman gets the young girls addicted to drugs and turns them into prostitutes, forcing them to star in webcam striptease performances.}

So she built a trap. Not some crude, garish thing, not the kind that leaves bodies in the street or headlines in the newsfeeds. The good traps are quiet, almost invisible. They are the kind that slip into rooms on soft feet and rearrange your world before you can draw a breath. Nyxara’s trap was a whisper, not a scream.

Experts say women should spend more time looking at muscular men. It was hard to argue with that, especially when it was said by real experts. And I wasn't even freeloading. I was helping the guy gain traffic, too. At midnight, my best friend, Bridget Poe, sent me a thirst-trap video from an account named "elaire" and demanded a full review. I tapped the video open. The room was dim, lit by a single mood lamp behind him.