Transgender Fantasy Novels & Stories

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

In a few moments, Janine was rock hard. "Oh my God," Roseanna said, peering closer, "It is so hot," she said and Janine felt her knees get weak. Roseanna knew she was in charge now. She knew the effect she was having on her mother. She also knew she had her greatest fantasy turning into butter in front of her. She had always been attracted to her mother, she had known it was wrong but she thought Janine was gorgeous and feminine. She was also highly attracted to transsexual women. She hadn't been lying to her mother, she spent hours on the internet, combing through erotic pictures of gorgeous women with big dicks. She couldn't believe that her two taboo fantasies had so perfectly dovetailed

A tall man stood beside them playing with their nipples. “What is this place?” I ask in awe “Pool of Fantasy, that's what we call it. It is a place that accommodates individuals that want to realise their fantasies. It is open to members only. Admission is twice a year. As you've seen it has everything ranging from submission, domination, slavery, roleplay, group play. It encompasses everything but it's legal and consensual” Stefano from behind me. I looked up and my eyes came in contact with a woman. She looked familiar to me but I really couldn't tell who she was.

instead of Cressida’s loud, confident moans. The fantasy made me fuck Cressida even harder as I gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her with brutal, punishing kind of thrusts, as my mind overlayed Glinda’s face, Glinda’s body, Glinda’s quieter whimpers onto the girl actually falling apart beneath me. “Fuck—yes, right there!” Cressida moaned, pushing back against me, completely oblivious to the other girl now living rent-free in my head while I railed her. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle, imagining how Glinda’s would look rippling the same way. The mix of real heat and the sweet fantasy pushed me dangerously close as I reached around, rubbing Cressida’s clit roughly while I k

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

John, a 23-year-old transgender woman, lay in bed, her mind racing with forbidden desires. She had always been attracted to her older sister, Sarah, but knew it was wrong. Sarah was straight and had no idea about John's secret feelings. But tonight, John had a plan.

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

I hated myself for it, but the thoughts kept coming anyway, Jake pinning my wrists above my head, Tyler spreading my thighs wide while he watched, both of them telling me exactly how they were going to ruin me until I screamed. I’d come so hard to those fantasies that my thighs would tremble for ten minutes afterward, panties soaked straight through, and then I’d lie there feeling guilty and turned on all over again. I stood up fast, shaking my head like I could knock the images loose. No. I was not doing this. I was not about to spend a week in their apartment letting my brain turn into a porno. I yanked open my dresser drawers and started shoving clothes into my backpack, cotton panties, a

In an effort to satisfy my desires I started placing ads on sexual and pornography forums, and all I ever got was sex video chat with some transgender with a tiny cock. But I wanted something real... something really.... This went on for months, so much that some of this trans wanted to meet me for real and taste my 5'1 cock I always show them. But despite this, I kept on posting and frequently watched online p**n of smooth twinks fucking. Finally a barely legal boy from a nearby college answered my ad and included some grainy naked photos of himself. He appeared to be Asian and probably from India or china, but the moment I saw him, I know he was the one that I've been waiting for.

“I’m so wet for you already. Just from thinking about your hands.” She added a second finger, pumping gently, eyes locked on his photo. “I bet your cock’s thick… bet it stretches me so good. Fuck, Derek, I want you to catch me like this. Walk in and see your girlfriend’s daughter fucking herself on your bed.” Her free hand pinched a nipple hard, back arching. “Yes… just like that… use me while Mom’s gone…” The fantasy built fast. She rubbed faster, thighs trembling. “Please… come home… find me… make me squirt all over her sheets…”