Hung Femboy Novels & Stories

I need to do something to curb my perverted thoughts about my best friend’s child. It’s been too long since I have taken anyone to my bed. I’m not sure sleeping with anyone else would curb the throbbing desire I have. I need to take things slowly. Aubrey is young and new in town. Aubrey is my employee and best friend’s femboy of a son. Aubrey doesn’t like strangers realizing she’s a boy and I will keep it a secret. She prefers dressing like a cute girl and that is fine with me. I like feminine guys. I always have. When I first saw Jack in the tree I teased him because he was cute and I was hoping he’d be submissive and feminine because I had heard many fox shifters are. He’s not.

I stared at Fennrick in silence. Seriously… how full of himself was he? However, I couldn’t deny my racing heartbeat. At this point I was convinced Fennrick had hit me with some kind of fae glamour spell. Because I was, unfortunately, just a little obsessed with him. I follow a ridiculous number of hot guy influencers, but none of them—and I mean none of them—looked like this fox fae. Fennrick’s physique walked that razor‑thin line between sensual and elegant. It was a feast for my eyes.

Total campus celebrity. He had that polished, old-money vibe—easy confidence, like everything just came to him. Standing across from him, Philip looked wrecked. Thin. That old gray puffer again. Hair long, greasy, stuck to his scalp. Next to Luke? He looked small. Cheap. "No! That's impossible!" Philip shook his head hard, finger trembling as he pointed at me. "Stella, you're doing this on purpose. You found some guy to make me jealous, didn't you? You loved me so much. You'd never betray me. How could you betray me?"

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

I tried to lighten my mood with a joke. “Yeah, something like that.” Hana chuckled. “So Isak is an angel, and Harris and some of the guys at DKE are nephilim. Aidan is a demon, an incubus demon, to be exact. There are three kinds of demons...” Hana started to explain. “Wait. Incubus? Like the masculine succubus? McFingers is a sex demon?” I asked.

Also, he was not the type that her parents would be pleased about. First, Hue Hedo was a big crybaby as had been heard from Jennet. Second, he don’t have a job and Jennet was the only one working in the family. Third, Hue might be handsome but he doesn’t look as manly as one might expect because he was a feminine man. No, he was much more feminine than Jennet, who was raised to embrace femineity since birth. Elaine handed her handkerchief to Belle. “Are you alright?” She asked in concern.

He did not manage to find Summer within the shortest amount of time, and he did not treasure her after he found her. Half a year later… “Cosmo Hamilton, your vixen of a mother gave birth to you, an androgynous vixen…” “And who are you calling a vixen?” the teenager asked with a cold glare. His skin was fair and very supple. It was even softer than a woman’s.

I was strangely happy to hear that. For a long time, I didn’t see myself as hot or sexy because people said I was cute. My high school life wasn’t the best for my self-esteem considering I was queer. FJ never mentioned my looks either. But over the past few weeks with Faiz, I was really starting to feel myself. I was naked a lot more, and my body was nice. And learning that men had jacked off to my body, that was a boost of confidence. Plus, I couldn’t lie; watching myself get fucked was turning me on too. I really was fucking sexy.

Handsome was a fitting word for him, and his effeminate nature made pretty a close synonym. Kilvic studied him, his childish face free of acne spots, the dimples at the edge of his now smiling lips, like holes pierced by needles, his scattered blond hair, pink lips, blue eyes that reminded him of the calm ocean just before its waves. He sighed, knowing the boy well enough to recognize that his answer would only serve to boost his ego. Fyodan laughed heartily. “You think I am, don’t you?” It was hardly a question this time.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”