Goth Tomboy Novels & Stories

He wondered if he'd feel the same way if he'd known about her from the beginning. It had been impossible not to notice the girl had a prominently distracting pair of tits, but seeing them in the flesh was making Tom's head spin. They were so firm and round, and with her nipples being so hard and perky he'd barely been able to tear his eyes off them, except to stare at the bald, pouting pussy mound between her thighs.

she gestured in the general vicinity of his manhood, “but I guess not everyone can be well-endowed.” Marcus sputtered a laugh as Tom’s face turned red. “Hey, I was complimenting you, bitch.” “That was a compliment?” Beth asked, nonchalantly pulling her straw into her mouth in the overly innocent way she’d watched the popular girls lure guys in so many times before, not that she was flirting with Tom, but she may as well practice. It worked as his mouth dropped open, and a bit of drool formed in the corner. Releasing the straw, she continued, “Maybe that works with the trashy girls you’ve been hanging out with, but I’m looking for a man, Tom. Not a little boy.” She shifted her head in the dir

It was a wonderful event, and as werewolves, we only celebrated the big things such as finding our mate, joining a pack, and the recognition of a Luna or Alpha taking their position. I stepped out of the bathroom to see Greta was already dressed, and Tom was in a black button-up with his sleeves rolled up. He had a red Tie to match Greta's dress, and he was wearing black dress pants and shoes to match. Both their eyes widened as they looked at me. "Damn, I knew I was good but, I definitely outdid myself today," Greta shouted with excitement. "You look great, Athena." Tom chimed My cheeks flushed a light shade of red as I smiled like an idiot at them. "Thanks, guys, definitely out of my comfo

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

the damsel whispered. ``Looks a little sweet to me,'' Tom thought. He's a thirteen years old boy and oddly enough or rather early enough, he wakes up with a tent pole these days and it gets scary at times. " Well, I think he's inside. I don't know if he Uhm but did you tell him you were coming? " "No-uhm-no sir, just-" she lost her voice. "Bad enough." The young lady looks up. "No, no problem, let me bring you to him. "

In that short meeting, he instantly notices the changes in his old friend. Before she would make a ruckus if someone force her to be girly and wear dresses but now it seems like it is a normal thing for her. He could still remember her first punch on his face just because of a mere word. Tomboy. A lesbian. He can't help it but smiled when it crossed in his mind how her beautiful blue eyes widened in shock. Her fat fluffy cheeks turned into tomatoes in embarrassment as her red seductive lips were wide open. She always has that look when he teases her...

Tom looked at her with amazement but didn’t have a chance to talk to her as Yvonne chatted away. Suzanne then led them to the doorway and opened the door, ready to escort them to find William Banks. And just as she pulled open the doorknob, there stood a little girl with red shoes. She was drenched and water was dripping down her shoulder-length hair. Tom almost stumbled when he saw the girl. His spell had yet to wear off, and therefore he could see what no other normal beings could not. He could see that this was no ordinary girl. This was the spirit of a dead little girl. “Hello,” she said and held out her dripping wet hand towards Tom.

It worked. ***Flashback***** “You know, I was so excited when I found out you were a girl. I always wanted to have a little girl of my own to dress up and to do girly things with. Unfortunately, the Moon Goddess decided to make you into a little Tomboy for your dad.”

Too much fucking energy in this one. We joined the other hundred assholes on the train that takes you through the grotto. Then she wanted to take the helicopter ride. Next it was the damn donkey that looked like it would topple over under my weight. Love sure can make a man do strange things. She wanted to go up to the overlook and dragged my ass behind her. I didn't see the big deal we'd already seen it from the copter but this was her show, I was just there for ballast and to keep assholes at bay.

he murmurs, glancing down at me. I shrug, looking up at him. “I was born for this.” Cole smiles, exhausted but terribly pleased with me, and together we walk into the camp with one little wolf girl in my arms and twenty-five pups following neatly behind. Tommy’s mouth falls open as he sees us approach. He quickly radios for backup, his voice hesitant as he tries to find words for what he sees. Tommy’s shock repeats on every face we see peering out of tents as we march into camp.