Tomboy Novels & Stories

Brooklyn looked at her friends and rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up," she grumbled and turned to Indianna. "Do you have a gym kit?" Indianna shook her head. "No worries, I have a spare. You can borrow mine until you get your own." "Thank you." Brooklyn reached into her bag and pulled out a gym kit. She looked down at Indianna and bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowing. "Sorry, it might be slightly too big for you." Brooklyn was a petite girl but had gorgeous curves and a plump bust. Indianna, however, was on the slimmer side, with long, skinny legs and a thin bone structure.

Fletcher hissed but lifted his hips up for Zee to pull the shorts along with briefs. "Fletch, you know what"? He was just half way down when he stopped.. "What"? Fletcher asked frustratingly. Seriously. Zee had nerves to ask him something, now? "You can easily model for briefs as brand ambassador. Setting a trend mark that it’s flexible enough to keep a monster inside and doesn’t tear away". Zee laughed and Fletcher flipped him over, slipping the fabric off. His eyes were dark. His expressions were sensual. His body was glistering with oil.

Her top barely contains a pair of huge and incredibly gorgeous tits. They don't know he's watching. Neither girl has met Tom nor he has he met them but he knows who they are. Tom is a writer of erotic stories. Amy is an avid fan. They often chat through the internet about stories he has written and ideas for new stories. They usually fool around during these chats and help each other masturbate through verbal stimulation.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

I shrugged. “Tom is a big and popular boy in school, and he is known for his high expectations of girls. He is a playboy and he goes around with sexy and good looking girls. Why do you think he has no interest in you, because of your fucking nerdy personality.” Kora hissed. At the mention of Tom having interest in sexy and good looking females, I immediately started loving my new look. That is how in love I am with Tom. Kora took me to the hair session of the multipurpose mall, and the stylist styled my long black hair into a beautiful ponytail.

moment that would change her life. Most of her friends had been boys when she was younger. She was so competitive in sports that they offered her a better challenge. Plus, growing up with three older brothers had made her something of a tomboy. Only a handful of really athletic girls shared her competitive drive the way young boys did. Over time, and particularly after her breasts started growing, those boys just seemed to change. They were simply not friends anymore, and she couldn't figure out what had happened.

River "Miss Stephenson, wake up!" Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, shouts at the girl sitting next to me. I give her a gentle shake to wake her up, but as always, I get yelled at for it. I've always been the odd one out, the outsider. I'm the water girl for the football team because I can't play any sports. My two left feet always hold me back. One of the popular girls on the team, Marie, insults me, calling me the "nasty girl" and saying she'll have to scrub her arm until it bleeds to get my "nastiness" off.

And from Teresa’s description of him, he was sure to be carrying a guitar around, even though that won’t be allowed in school. However, she didn’t find him, instead, she was called by one of her teammates for basketball practice. She had always loved playing basketball and due to her charade, she was able to bag captain of the male’s basketball team. Who cares anyway since she is good at what she does and an excellent Point Guard. She stood up and leaned over the table to kiss Teresa on the cheek and as Teresa turned sharply to kiss her on the lips, she was able to avoid the sneak attack and grinned seeing her pouting face. “Not today, baby,” she chuckled and turned to jog to her team. She m

“I don’t do glittery crowns or slow dances. I can barely tolerate heels for more than five minutes. And makeup? I mean, Kaylee once tried to contour my cheekbones and I looked like I lost a fight with a bronzer stick.” I laughed. “Maybe you’re just not giving yourself enough credit.” “I’m a tomboy, Hunter. Always have been.” I smiled at her using my last name. She only did that when she was playfully challenging me. “And maybe that’s exactly why you should run,” I said gently. “You’re different. Real. People notice that.” She eyed me skeptically. “People laugh at that.” “They used to,” I said. “Not anymore.” Zara raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because I’m dating you

Danika Williams As much as I hate to say it: I’ve been a good girl. Jake didn’t seem to care, he was way too professional and it was getting on my nerves. You know what maybe I don’t need this, I don’t need to follow a man’s instructions, just so that he’ll have sex with me. That’s just crazy, I can’t be so desperate for him, right? He thinks I’ve anger issues but I just think everyone around me is very dumb and oversensitive.