Hot Femboy Novels & Stories

I sigh, running my fingers through the locks of my hair. "With what? Fucking your boyfriend?" Fernanda says ironically, since she knows about his one-inch dick and how it doesn't satisfy me. I laugh and roll my eyes playfully, before walking up to Valentina and Gina. Gina instantly squeals and hugs Fernanda tightly peckering kisses all over her face. I truly envy that they can just do that without feeling uncomfortable or.. without the homophobic comments from others. "Okay that's enough, I don't want to be a third-wheeler." Valentina says crossing her arms and frowning.

The show starts and we watch Sky perform with Sid, Sky being tied up in intricate rope patterns and suspended so Sid can flog his ass raw. "He's really sexy," Tanner signs and I notice his cock has hardened in his little shorts. "He's lovely too, you'd do well to make friends with him," I say as I feel myself getting harder too. Sky is one of the hottest boys here, he's trans too which means he has a pussy and small tits. He's a very feminine guy and said he doesn't want any surgery or hormones to transition. I've fucked him many times, in the past and even had a little crush on him, but it never went further than friends with benefits.

“He’s also an architect and he is extremely gorgeous.” “I know what you’re thinking but you’re thinking wrong. I don’t care if he’s gorgeous or not.” “You’re so weird!” Joanna exclaimed. “Why wouldn’t you care if he’s hot or not?” “You must really think cause I’m gay I would automatically be a sucker for hot guys,” Felix shook his head. “I’m far from that.” “What?” “Don’t get me wrong,” Felix replied with a mischievous look on his face. “I like hot guys. I don’t just like over-emphasized hot guys.”

Gabe. I can still feel her soft skin under my skin. For a moment, I wanted to run my thumb across the pulsing joint on the inner side of her arms. This new version of her is intriguing. She’s a spitfire, and her new attitude is something I can see myself getting obsessed with. I like my women, confident, sexy, and have a fiery personality. I fucking love it when they put up a fight and push right back. She’s transitioned into that kind of woman, and it has me intrigued. She’s feisty and isn’t afraid to tell me to go fuck myself. Why the hell wouldn’t I be attracted to that?

"Hey. I know you see me as little sis, but I am a woman." "You're 18, you're still a girl." "But at 20 you think you're a man?" she scoffed. "Josie, I don't want to get into this. But no, it's not like Pornhub. I'm not having sex with her, it's just sexy poses and maybe some suggestive shots." "Suggesting what?" "Sex, okay? You know like something softcore. Positions, but you know, clothes on." "You said topless, and who are they being suggestive with? You have a guy coming too?"

Ten/Saint smiled at our mate. "Damn fucking skippy they didn't," Asher said. "Our fiery female has got steel balls. Our Ki-Ki's kickin' deity balls, giving us bigger balls than we already had, and jumping on Ransom's and Saint's balls any chance she gets. Her Fiery Femaleness: all balls, all the time." I rolled my eyes even as Kiema laughed at the idiot. "Now that we're all so enlightened about Kiema's ability with balls, perhaps we can get back to the problem at hand," Saint said, his dark brown eyes narrowed at our resident comedian.

I wanted to be careful with him. “I'm hot, Alex. Please touch me.” Tears slid down his eyes as he pleaded. He looked vulnerable, not like my Aithan. It was then that I realized Marcus was right when he said heat periods brought out the inner child in omegas. “I don't think I can endure it any more. Please touch me,” he rasped as he raised his waist, trying to touch my lower body with his.

I did, a bit, but once again I felt like the stick in the mud at even sug-gesting that she should keep her clothes on, when every-one was happy for her to be naked. I must admit that the guys had thought of every-thing and weren't the reckless assholes that I had thought they were. They had made some hotdogs so we wouldn't be completely drunk, and the mood changed as they didn't seem so sleazy as Liam lifted up his arms and took off his shirt. "About time it's not just us that are half-naked!" I sighed. At least they were stripping as I shoved the last piece of hotdog in my mouth. "You don't want to tell us about Felicity Nalti?"

Goddess, I felt like a high school girl having a crush. It didn’t help that Femi looked like a hotter Idris Elba. He had very short hair, almost bold and a beard with some gray in it, which made him even sexier. And I couldn’t keep my eyes of him. Even though he looked nothing like Riker, Femi was gorgeous in his own way. “I’m okay, Femi. Just a bit nervous, I guess.” He smiled at me and softly touched my hand, “is it because of this?”

she whimpered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Julian froze, a smirk playing on his lips. He loved hearing her break. He loved knowing that the most feared woman in the firm was reduced to a shaking mess beneath him. He stepped back just enough to free himself from his trousers, his cock thick and pulsing, straining against the air. He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary.