Sissy Fiction Novels & Stories

Suddenly the woman leaned forward, pointing the cock upward with her hand, placing it between her boobs. “Ahh...” Sienna smiled. “Tittyfuck!” Indeed it was. The voyeur woman slid those dainty fingers in and out of her runny slit. It was an amazing scene to behold. These random boobs being squeezed and squished around this random cock; the girl lifted and lowered her body, stroking the shaft with her boobs as it were. Sienna loved it! The sight of a lean, sexy body being subjugated by a rigid penis. Down on her eyes, pleasuring the man whether he wanted it or not.

Nothing was going to cut it. She was going to have to try another approach. Sophie removed her cardigan and top, revealing small breasts cradled in a simple white bra beneath. The pants came next, and she stooped over to pick them up and fold them, placing them in the hamper in her closet. A pair of white panties matched her bra, the back of it hugging the tight, round outlines of her ass. Sophie was a slender girl, but she had enough curves where they counted. Many girls had bigger breasts than she did, but what she had was cute and just enough to have fun with. Instead of mature, she was girlish. Innocent. Pure. To Sophie, her appearance added to the fantasy. The thought of giving her youn

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

Sophia's POV. I was still bent over his desk, my skirt bunched around my waist, my ass presented to him like an offering. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. I had never done this before. Never even imagined letting someone take my ass, especially not my married professor in his office while the rest of the campus went about their evening. But my body was betraying me completely. My pussy was dripping, my nipples were painfully hard, and a dark, filthy part of me was aching for exactly what he had promised.

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

Sierra came up to my other ear and whispered, "Maybe he would like to watch while two sexy ladies tended to their moist pussies in front of him." Yes, yes I would. The sensual women on either side of me spread their soft legs wide enough to cross over each other's, creating a sexy intersection just south of my latent cock. They started softly stroking their pussies as I stared in awe. It was a fantastic start I had to admit. Sierra breathed out heavily and said, "I sure hope Danny realizes that he has two generations of sweet wet pussy being petted so close to his naked cock." Sierra pinched her nipple hard and pulled it straight up, holding it in the air as her hand increased its pace.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

“This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.” “Right,” Bianca said, “because they can’t fathom that there are women out there who have absolutely no interest in men.” “Women who aren’t attracted to men? Where did you get such an outlandish concept from?” Bianca giggled at my sarcasm. “It was probably invented by feminists.” And that led us into a conversation of our favorite feminist authors and concepts. I descended into a rant about how Simone De Beauvoir’s Second Sex is an absolute masterpiece that radically changed my way of viewing the world.

SUMMARY: A horny woman leaves the house with no panties, just stockings, heels, and a filthy need she can’t ignore. On a packed train, things heat up fast when a stranger touches her the right way. One bold move turns into another, and soon she’s chasing that high with every stranger who gives her the look she craves. No names. No feelings. Just pure, unapologetic sex with anyone willing to take her right then and there. [Author's Note: This is pure fiction. Sex with strangers should always involve protection. Stay safe.]

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!