Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

"Ashley, Ashley, does your boyfriend know what a dirty little slut you are? Does he know that you like to fuck so hard? What do you think he would say if he knew how easy it was for me to get into your cunt? I'm going to fuck this cunt until you cry for mercy. You're going to take my cock in every hole and you're going to love it!" I was shocked and excited, all at the same time. This was a long-held fantasy coming true and this man I hardly knew seemed to know exactly what to say and do. It had never been this good with Xender and I felt a perverse thrill that Xender could make me feel what he never had. Xender released my hands but warned me not to touch him yet. His hand moved down my bod

She was already close; the angle, the depth, the sheer wrongness of it pushing her toward an edge she hadn't expected to find. “You like this, don't you?” He growled. “You like being fucked by your ex's father.” “Yes.” She wasn't acting anymore. “Yes, Conrad. Fuck. Right there.” He reached around to touch her clit. His rough fingers already knew exactly where to press. She came with a cry that ripped out of her throat, her body clenching around him, and he followed a second later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a prayer. They stayed like that, bent over the workbench. He was with his chest against her back, and his breath hot on her neck, his softening cock still inside her.

The ache was there, but it mixed with this hungry throb that begged to be filled again. Kendra stepped closer, her black robe falling open completely now. She looked so confident, her tall frame casting a shadow over me in the candlelight. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples hard points, and between her legs, the strap-on harness hugged her hips tight. The dildo attached to it was huge—black, shiny rubber about ten inches long, with thick veins running along the shaft that made it look almost real. The head was bulbous, flared just right to catch on everything it touched. She knelt down between my thighs, her knees pressing into the pillows on either side of my hips. Her hands gripped my

It's a 7 inch black vibrator that she bought off A****n. And every night just before she goes to sleep, whenever she uses Jimmy all she could think of is Anthony's handsome face and his hands roaming around her body. It's only in her wildest fantasies where she sees his long legs and his body, how he touch and kiss her skin in ways imaginable, and taste the musk to fulfill her needs. Now that she knows that Anthony isn't really gay as there is truth that he is bisexual, she's become more desperate than before. Which is why it only took her a matter of days for her to do something... a little out of the ordinary.

I’m living for it. The moment Gabe slides his swollen, salty flesh into my mouth, I am pushed to the brink. Right to the precipice of something almost alarmingly beautiful. My trembles increase and I become painstakingly aware of every pressure point in my body. My entire body weight rests on the place where I’m joined by Tobias, my clit pressing and rubbing on the base of his engorged flesh. Banks is so full, hurting me slightly with his ownership but in a way that I want. I want to feel like a corrupted virgin—I don’t care if that’s weird or wrong. I want to feel like a seductive vixen, too, and I’m getting that from Gabe. Tobias looks up at me with nothing short of hero worship, like I’m

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

How far would he push me? The bedroom was a sanctuary of sin, dimly lit by flickering candles on the nightstands that cast dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood hung in the air, mingling with the faint musk of his cologne. The king-sized bed dominated the space, its silk sheets rumpled invitingly, and laid out on them was an array of toys that made my breath catch—an erotic offering prepared just for me. Coiled silk ropes in deep red, a sleek silver bullet vibrator, a curved glass dildo with ridges that promised intense pleasure, nipple clamps glinting menacingly in the low light, and even a feather tickler for lighter torment.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.