Sissy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sarissa speaks with psychotic passion as she starts to type again, fingers clicking loudly against the keys of my poor keyboard as she continues. “She's perfect!” Sarissa says, “She’s not submissive. She's not soft. She's not your perfect Mafia's sweetheart! And she's a thorough, untamed madwoman.” My eyes meet with her glinting ones when she turns back to me again. “Imagine adding that kind of rawness to Gabi Fraser's tropes and it doesn't even end there! ” Sarissa says to me, “She has to win this Mafia man over and walk on thin ice every chance she gets, and so, to set this story to another level, I need to get practical.”

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?”

Her rabbit ears drooped, her shoulders falling. “Nerien, why should he...?” “I like him,” she pouted. My eyes widened. What’s likable about that road block? “Don’t look at me like that, Sis. Am I not allowed to express my feelings?” she pouted her lips more, puffing her cheeks. Completely naive. Sure white lotus, stealing the male lead’s vibe. “Sure you are,” I replied, smiling. “Then why do you keep staring at me like I have done something wrong?” she exclaimed in a cute way. I smiled further, my hand going to touch her cheek.

Chapter 3 I swallowed so hard my throat clicked, squeezing my thighs together on instinct, trying to trap the ache. His touch burned through my shorts, electric, making my clit swell and pulse. Tyler leaned in from the other side, his hot breath fanning my neck, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Bet you have. Bet you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers thinking about it, imagining one of us in your mouth while the other rails you from behind. Tell us the truth, sis. What gets that tight little pussy dripping?”

My eyes fall on Sienna who's putting back the accessories we had taken out for selection. Maybe it was my imagination, but I can swear I saw her flinch at my question, but she turned to me with a smile, "Ree~ this is the third time we are discussing this! The guy's hot and I'm sure your pussy will agree. You can have a good time, after all, it's been so long since you last went out." It had been a while... because all you do is cling to your trashy Boyfriend who flirts and leers at every being with a penetrable vagina!

His fingers enclose around my ankle and I am pulled back, and forced to sit on the chair. "I think I have been lenient enough", Sia growls and rips off my panties. And the torn pieces, he discards them. Everything is open and accessible to his lustful eyes. This can't be real. This has to be a nightmare. "Sia please don't do this, I beg you".

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

"What are you girls talking about?" Sissy rolled her eyes and elbowed him harshly, but it felt like a light shove to Ryan. He grabbed her wrist and planted a kiss on the back of her hand. "I'm just asking," he said with a mischievous grin. Sissy frowned. "You're so annoying." "I'm just worried you would get tired," he replied. Sissy clung onto Zoey's arm, and her frown deepened. "Don't bother me; I'm still discussing things with Zoey."

I wished I were dead. I wished I'd sustained a brain injury, or better—had found myself in an alternate universe in order to explain why my husband was hunched over my sister, railing her from behind. The mugs of coffee I carried dropped to the floor and shattered, alerting the two unholy lovebirds to my presence. My husband, Kent, turned sharply and gasped. “Lia?” He hastily pulled his up his boxers to cover himself. My attention switched to Samara who looked away and quietly adjusted her dress.