Sissy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

MAKE ME SORE SKYLAR “Oh my god, Sky! You’re crazy!” I grin at my circle of girlfriends. “Oh, come on, you guys. It’s not like he’s going to catch us.” I laugh and add, “And would it be so bad if he did? Mike O’Sullivan is sexy as fuck. I wouldn’t mind getting caught by that pair of strong arms.”

I confessed, quietly, almost as if I were testing the sound of the words before throwing them out into the world. Timmy blinked, confused, as Midnight looked at me over the cup of tea she had just prepared, her eyes full of unexpected interest. "What?" Timmy asked, narrowing his eyes. I raised my head, facing him directly. "I'm Sissy. The one she exchanges messages with all the time. The one she tells everything to, from the most mundane things to... even her fears and dreams. She sends me songs, shares the most detailed observations about the world around her. She talks about the books she's reading, and I..." My voice faltered for a moment, and then I took a deep breath, gathering my coura

Everyone was waiting for Cassandra to do perform for them but she stood still not moving an inch “What are you waiting for b!tch take off those panties and show us what you got down there” Sissy growled “I can’t do that…and I won’t” Cassandra snapped “How dare you….this is a game and you shouldn’t go against the rules” Sissy snap back, pulling her hair, as she drags her to the table “Leave me alone…I can’t do that….leave..argghhh” She screamed, trying to fight Sissy back, but a heavy punch landed on her face. Sissy raised her hand to punch her again but froze when she heard her name

Bella stepped over him and left the room hastily. In the hallway she met Tre. "Sissy, we were looking for you," he said. "Are you alright?" "I just needed some air," she answered sharply. "Are you ready to go to the airport?" he asked. "Hell, yes, I'm ready," she said. "By the way, your friend Mitchell just groped me. I knocked his balls up into his sinus cavity. I hope he hurts for a long time." Tre shook his head and sighed. "Always an adventure, Sissy. Let me go throw out the son of a bitch, then we'll go, okay?"

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

"You heard me. The Cris I know wouldn't bother apologizing for anything. Do you know how hard it used to be to get an apology from you? Did something happen?" Getting out of my chair, I pull her up and throw her over my shoulder then march to the bedroom. Never in my entire life have I been called a sissy and anyone who even suggested it ceased to exist. I'm trying to be considerate here because I don't want to say the wrong thing or anger her. How did I end up being a sissy? Throwing her on the bed, I start undressing. Never taking my eyes off her "That's more like it," she says leaning on her elbows and watching me

she said, getting another cone. It always works that when they insist on something, and I deny it, they all think it is true, but when I admit something with excitement, they all ignore me and think it is impossible. “How can she be pregnant when she has no boyfriend?” Dylan murmured but enough for everyone to hear. “What?” Mr. Simon turned to us again. “You don’t have a boyfriend?” He smacked Dylan in the arm. “I thought you already told her your feelings.” I rose to my feet, tapping old Mr. Simon on his shoulder. “You’re wrong, Sir.”

A chilling sensation of icy needles jabbing into my skin puts a tremble on my lips. Crayvin bites his lip and looks anxiously at my sister, expecting her to answer. Tarra wipes away her tears and averts her eyes from him to me. I barely feel her hand wrapping around mine. "Shh, yes, Sissy. You are going to make it," she lies "You just need to keep breathing. Don't talk right now, okay?" "Sissy swear?" I choke and try to raise my pinky. She lets out another loud sob and looks away. "Miles, when will they be here?"

"Sis! I wasn't planning it actually! Those girls at school are 90% fucking hot, they throw themselves at us, we are guys, we've got dicks, we get horny every now and then we spot a chick! But those girls, they are more horny than us guys, its like they always starving for sex, they are dick-suckers! They can even splash money at a guy just for a dick! They are so hot sis and you know that! Out of all the girls I've fucked, there's one that still makes me weak, oh my God! She's black, a Swazi, at school, so psychologically smart, quiet, reserved, she's so her! She's just so calm and kind hearted, beautiful! That chick still drives me mad just that I wanna be sure I'm feeling her, I don't wan