Novel & Cerita Transgender Fantasy Books

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.

He’s playing his part. Footsteps. Not one set. Several. A shuffle of sneakers, the rustle of jeans. The room, small to begin with, felt suddenly crowded with presence, with heat, with the scent of cheap body spray and masculine sweat. A flutter of panic was instantly smothered by a darker, more thrilling pulse between her legs. Sam brought friends? To watch? Oh god… The fantasy was evolving beyond her script, and the unknown sent a shiver across her skin. A hand, large and calloused, slid up her calf. It wasn’t Sam’s. Sam’s hands were smooth. This was rough, possessive. It gripped her knee and pushed her leg wide, exposing her completely. A low whistle cut the air.

My room door swung open to chaos: clothes spilling from cases, books toppled, my pink vibrator half-buried under a jumper like a guilty secret. He dumped the box on the bed, straightening with a grunt. "Right, let's get this sorted. Can't have my precious girl living in squalor." Precious girl. The words dripped possession, wrapping around me like chains. He started unpacking—methodical, strong hands ripping tape, lifting heavy textbooks one-handed. I knelt beside him, arse towards the mirror, skirt riding high as I folded tops. Every time he reached across, his knuckles brushed the side of my tit—once, twice, accidental-on-purpose. The third time, his palm grazed full-on, cupping the unders

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I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

Get a hold of yourself Melissa, he's already engaged to Keira" I scolded myself mentally. I opened my bag to see what novel I had in it, I'm a lover of fantasy novels because it kind of takes me to another world that doesn't exist, I always put one in my bag, just incase I'm being locked by Derek Houston and his likes in the classroom or stores, at least I will have something to keep me busy till I get someone to free me. I brought out the novel that I have started reading before now, titled, "Adonis" it's a fictional story about shape shifters, although I have only read one chapter, it seems it will be an interesting novel.

And the next hour was filled with a deep conversation. Tom admitted he didn’t know if he was bisexual or not. He’d never acted on anything like this before, but he’d had fantasies of watching Janice get fucked by other men. He’d buried them deep because he was terffied she’d think he was weak or sick…or even worse…a pervert. Remembering all the nasty smut she reads, Janice could only smile internally, telling him to never feel ashamed of his sexual fantasies or kink. It was normal and he could have trusted her over these years so they could talk about it.

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

I imagined Kieran on his knees in front of me, that golden smile gone as his tongue replaced the spray with slow, teasing licks turning hungry, sucking my clit between his lips while his hands gripped my ass. Then Jax, behind me, his rough palms sliding up my wet body, fingers digging into my hips as he pressed that thick, hard cock against me, whispering filthy promises against my neck. The fantasy pulled a real moan from my throat. I switched the setting to a harder, more concentrated pulse and pressed the shower head tighter against my pussy. The water beat against me in fast waves, making my clit throb and my inner walls clench around nothing. I was dripping, slick mixing with the shower