Shemale Story Novels & Stories

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money. “He’s actually a CEO, yet he ate cheap takeout with her every day. I actually felt sorry for him.” My mother forced a smile and asked, “Really? What ended up happening to that woman?” Layla shrugged. “I think she had a daughter. He had fake wedding papers made for her. She’s probably stuck in some rundown place now. “She’s quite pitiful, too, honestly. My husband even told her he was some kind of undercover age

Shena told the man that she was aroused when she heard her mother having sex with her boyfriends in the pavilion. Shena also admitted that she had been willing to stay awake at night and go to the main house several times to make sure whether Jericho and Samantha were also having sex. There was one occasion where she managed to record their voices and used them as material for her sexual fantasies whenever she wanted. Catherine's heart was beating fast, and she had just heard the most perverted thing she had ever heard in any story. At the beginning of their meeting, she had considered Shena an innocent and cheerful girl, and she did not expect that all of that was just to cover up her bad a

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

My pants are now around my ankles 186 SuDDEN SEX and my silk thermal leggings are halfway down my ass. A sunbeam is warming the edge of my thigh, but my nipples are as hard as rock hammers. He is kissing me gently while talking dirty about excitable, fainting, fucking beastly, horny goats and rubbing my clit. Steam is puffing from my mouth. I hear another car winding around the curve slowly, then stopping, tires crunching. A cold breeze flutters the leaves and ruffles the water. A second shotgun blast echoes through the trees and a couple of ducks take off from the shore of the river. His face is between my legs. I am arched against the base of an ancient moss-covered oak. There are oak gall

I had to duck into alleys and finger myself to quick, desperate orgasms just to function. One night I brought a thick candle from home. I lit it for light, then slid the smooth base into my soaked pussy while reading. The book showed a woman riding her lover reverse cowgirl while another licked her clit. I rode the candle exactly like her, moaning loudly. “Fill me… stretch my tight cunt,” I gasped. The dirty words felt natural now. The shy girl I used to be had almost disappeared. The book hummed with pleasure. Yes. Speak your lust. Feed me your shame.

Lila raised her glass to the night sky. “To new flames,” she whispered. The woman who had once cried over a red thong in a drawer now stood tall—sexually confident, emotionally strong, and unapologetically alive.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional creak of the old building. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke to her hand sliding between my legs again. I was already wet. She kissed the back of my neck while her fingers worked my clit in slow circles. I pushed back against her, grinding into her hand. She slipped two fingers inside me from behind and fucked me with steady strokes. The angle made every thrust press against that sensitive spot inside. I came quietly, biting the pillow to muffle the sound, my body shuddering in her arms.