Sissy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It has a sweetheart neckline, and it is long, and we all got the same hairstyle and make-up, and the shoes are all flats. "Cherry, you can talk to us?'' said Savannah. "Yeah, you can tell us anything; we won't judge you, Cherry tree," Sammy told her. I, Nessie, Samie Marie, nodded yes. Did you see them, all over the guys, like horny cats in heat, crawling and digging their craws so we cannot touch them? Believe me, they can have them manwhores. Their puss is stretched out. I started laughing at what Nessie said.

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

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??

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

I said, tightening my grip, enjoying the way her eyes flashed with irritation. She glared at me, her eyes narrowing. "Fine," she snapped. "I'll tell you more of how rotten and a sissy you are!” W–what?! Me? Sissy? A bloody sissy?! I glared at her, my muscles tensed but she yanked her hands off me, swearing under her breath. Seriously, what sort of girl was this? I bet I don't even have to do anything to ruin her chances with her mate. At this rate, she would end up being rejected without a second thought with that type of attitude of hers.

I froze when arms wrapped around my waist from behind. “Looks like my Mama is thinking deeply…” Sylvius whispered near my ear. I shivered as his lips brushed my shoulder, feeling the warmth of his breath. “Is it something naughty? Like the picture you sent me?” One of his hands slid down and rubbed between my legs. I moaned softly and pressed my ass against the large bulge jutting against my back. “Are you wet right now, Sia?”

He squeezed my tits harder while pushing his hips forward and wedging his hard bulge in between my ass crack. "Fuck..", I moaned, tucking my lower lip between my teeth. Spinning me around, he raised the dress till it bunched at my hips. Just then footsteps echoed outside. "Miss Wilson? Mr. Sterling?", the clerk called out. He smirked, shifting my panties aside. I swallowed as his finger traced my clit in slow teasing circles. "Answer her, Mimi", he whispered never taking his eyes off me. My voice caught in my throat as a hand came down on my clit in a smack that made my whole body shudder.