Sissy Fiction Novels & Stories

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

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.”

When she was keening in her throat and writhing against the sheets I knew she was as ready as she was going to be, so getting to my knees I turned her over and helped her onto her hands and knees. The sight of her fat pussy lips peeping through the gap in her thighs was too much of a temptation to resist and I sucked on her again while sheathing my cock with the condom. I hate these fucking things but Sian won't let me near her ass without one. My girl has hang-ups about shit like that. Ms. Hygiene. She hummed while I licked her from her clit to the tight puckered hole of her ass, before pulling back. I poured a huge glob of the slippery goo into the crack of her ass and worked it in with my

He nod his head and body as if letting go of a feeling that crept into his body. “You’re the creepy one and please stop talking about ghost.” She said, lowering the volume of her voice to a level she sounded super polite and nice. “What if we’re created different and it is a normal world where girls have boobs but instead of pussy are blessed with dick, while men have pussy instead. And no no no, boys are still the one doing the fucking, it’s just going to be different.” “What the fuck….” Missy exclaimed in a low voice, mesmerized by the guy’s style of mind that kept switching.

After so many hours, Missy was finally able to relax. All night, she'd been tense around Logan, wondering when exactly he'd make good on his promise to read one of his erotic books aloud to her—something that, frankly, Missy still hadn't decided whether she'd consider terribly embarrassing or terribly embarrassing. exciting. Those readings were her little "guilty pleasure" and, as much as she really enjoyed them, there were always so many mean and demeaning comments directed at them that she just couldn't muster up enough courage to talk about them with the same familiarity that she did with them. science fiction or fantasy genres, for example. So, as much as she truly found the novel as wor

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Gasps, laughter, “That’s so hot, how do you even write that without combusting?” Then Sofia volunteered to read hers. She cleared her throat. “Okay… this one’s new. It’s… intense.” She started soft. A woman alone in her apartment, thinking about the man she shouldn’t want. Fingers trailing down her stomach, circling her clit while she imagines his mouth on her. The room went quiet. Sofia’s voice dropped lower, huskier as she described the fantasy man pinning her wrists, spreading her thighs, licking slow circles until she begged.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

This is an explicit adult anthology intended for mature readers only. It contains highly steamy, graphic scenes of lesbian sex between consenting adult women. --- In the heat of forbidden cravings and stolen moments, women surrender to their deepest, wettest desires. Sapphic Desires is a scorching collection of passionate W/W erotica, where soft curves press together, eager tongues explore, and trembling bodies lose themselves in raw, dripping pleasure. From a defiant student’s impulsive kiss in her strict teacher’s office—leading to hungry fingers, sucking lips on aching nipples, and intense, moaning climaxes—to an unexpected visitor who joins the fray, turning shock into a slick,