Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

It was more revealing than I thought she'd go for; a pink camisole/tap pants set, translucent, which faintly showed both her dark bush and her dark areolae and nipples. "The next feature I'd like to capture," I said, "is the individual stock pieces which can be used with the suspension beam. I was hoping to have a Dominant standing behind the supposed slave, caressing her breasts and then her cunt. Melanie, are you willing to be caressed in such a way, and if you are willing, would you prefer a man or a woman caressing you? The man would be my Master, the woman would be Mistress Shasta. If they do caress you, your girly bits would still be covered by their hands." "Could it be both?" She ask

“You have no idea what you do to me.” Then slick fingers between his legs, sliding over his hole. Leander cried out, hips jerking. Silas worked him open with deliberate patience. One finger, then two, curling until he found the spot that made Leander’s vision spark. His other hand kneaded and spread him open. “So tight,” Silas murmured. “So ready for it. You want my cock, don’t you?” “Yes,” Leander said, pushing back onto the fingers. “Yes, Silas, I need it...”

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

." I touched his face. "Like another cage door opening. Does it bother you?" "Bother me?" He laughed darkly. "Princess, it turns me on beyond measure. Watching you discover your sexuality, watching you embrace every part of yourself—that's fucking beautiful." He kissed me deeply. "Elena's joining us again tonight. And this time, I want to watch you truly be with her. Not just her touching you while I fuck you. I want to see you explore this new part of yourself." Heat flooded through me. "What do you mean?" "You'll see." His smile was wicked. "But first, I need to know—do you want this? Really want it? Not just because it pleases me, but because you're genuinely curious about being with a wo

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Sandi pressed the remote and the snap of a whip sounded as a leather bustier came into view, the camera panning up to show the woman with a ball gag, her hands tied above her head and then down to her ankles spread wide, connected to hooks in the floor. “Oh my gawd. If that’s not erotic...are they all like this?” “Depends on what you’re into. They come in all sorts of topics. This is just one kind.” The whip cracked again and Kiera flinched but her wide eyes were nearly glued to the screen. A man’s hand slid down the woman’s leather bustier, his fingers dipped inside the leather thong, and to Sandi’s surprise, she wore a crotchless thong so his fingers were visible as they separated the labi

It was mildly repulsive, yet strangely, Irene found herself turned on. That must be the lack of literal screwing talking. It took her little persuasion, and before she knew it, she was the proud owner of her very-first vibrator. She hadn’t used it yet, but Sammy claimed it was the answer to every woman’s dreams. The vibrator was now tucked safely inside Irene’s panty drawer, peeking out at her every time she went to get a clean pair of underwear. Brenden returned to work on Tuesday, and to her surprise, he had to work the night shift. He explained to her later when they spoke on the phone.

I felt a hand pin me to the bed, as the figure kept dipping the dildo in for me. I wanted to resist, yet the figure did it so well—so well that I kept panting instead of asking who the person was. It was dark and I couldn't see, yet I could smell the cologne: thick, good, and it smelled masculine. I kept moaning uncontrollably; getting wet wasn't a choice, it was a fucking action. I couldn't control it; I just kept moaning words out of my throat. Not until the figure couldn't take it any longer.

Her fingers were still gently stroking between my legs, spreading my wetness, keeping me on edge. “You’re so beautiful when you cum for me,” she whispered against my lips, her voice husky and full of hunger. She pulled back slightly, eyes dark as she looked down at my flushed face and heaving chest. “But I’m not done with you yet, Kairen. I want to make you feel even better.” She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a thick, realistic dildo — smooth, veiny, and slightly curved. My eyes widened, a mix of nervousness and arousal flooding through me. Bella noticed and smiled softly, leaning down to kiss me again, gentler this time.

Something masculine and expensive that reminded her of his cologne. A St. Andrew’s cross stood against one wall—polished wood gleaming in the soft light, padded with supple leather where a body would rest. She stared at it for a long moment, imagining herself spread against it, arms and legs extended in an X, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her. A spanking bench occupied the center of the room, also padded in leather, with adjustable heights and attachment points. She could picture herself bent over it, ass raised and presented, waiting for the strike of his hand or whatever implement he chose.