Feminized Stories Novels & Stories

*** Naomi stood outside the same luxury building, about to enter for her second week-long study. Her pussy had mostly recovered....not to its original tightness, but to a healthy state that could accommodate normal sex comfortably. But she'd discovered Dr. Frost was right....she preferred the stretched sensation now. Regular sex felt inadequate after being destroyed so thoroughly. She needed the intensity. The extremity. The complete objectification. As she entered the building, Dr. Frost greeted her with a smile. "Welcome back, Naomi. Ready for week two?" "Yes," Naomi said without hesitation. And she was.

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I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

“There’s different subgenres there. Remember we also have ‘the divorced rich woman who marries a richer man in the end for happiness’ trope. There’s lots of different combinations available with stories about rich people.” Zach’s head began to spin with all of the extra details. The world of female marketed stories was more intricate than he had given it credit for and the job of being an erotica editor was harder than he had assumed. They had to make sure the story really did hit all the right points. He returned to his computer with new knowledge and continued his arduous task of reading draft applications. The rest of the work day passed by without any special events. *** Zach hesitated o

Something about having her like this, having total control over her body, is very powerful. When we had talked about our different kinks and fetishes, both of us had agreed that we would try them all. If they needed the inclusion of a third party, we would source for one and have it done. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without having any idea of what it was. It empowered me. I would do anything for this woman. But first… Her punishment.

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

This was something subtler, born from the very narrative freedom Demi and her family had fought to secure. They called themselves the Editors. A civilization that had perfected the craft of storytelling to such a degree that they had grown contemptuous of messy, organic narratives. They did not impose a single story like the Weavers; they "perfected" existing ones. They would descend upon a thriving, chaotic world and, with impeccable, polite efficiency, "fix" its story. They would trim away "unnecessary" subplots, amplify "satisfying" character arcs, and give every conflict a clean, logical resolution. They left behind worlds of breathtaking, sterile beauty, where every citizen was the hero

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Such a weird statement considering they are sharing me, but we will not talk about that part. They touched me with so much gentleness that I forgot my name and where I was. I can still feel the tips of their fingers gently tracing my delicate skin. My muscles loved it. It released all the tension I’ve carried all my years. Maybe even the tension from past lives. Do I believe in past lives? Before this, no. After this, I don’t know what to believe anymore. The time I spent with them has changed everything I knew about life. I have a feeling there’s a lot I still don’t know.