Transgender Fantasy Novels & Stories

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

His voice made me jump, “What is your name woman?” My lips came unglued and I managed to choke out, “Fantasy, but please don’t call me that. I hate it.” “Okay, what do you go by then?” He queried with amusement tingeing his tone of voice. “Tasy.” I whispered out as I felt the heated wetness of a male’s erotically appointed appendage press into the lips of my opening from behind.

The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms ● Public exposure and voyeurism (being watched by strangers/guests) ● Breeding/impregnation kink with raw creampies and cum play ● Bodily fluids (spit, squirt, piss drinking, ass-to-mouth, cum eating/swapping) ● Heavy BDSM elements: cropping, restraints, objectification, and pain play ● Group/voyeur scenes escalating to potential multi-partner use ● Complete dehumanization and slave/master dyna

“He called me into his office after class. ‘Your paper is brilliant,’ he said, not looking up from it. ‘And utterly disingenuous. You’re writing about transgressive desire without understanding the cost.’ He finally looked at me. ‘Kneel.’ The command was so quiet, so absolute, I found myself on the worn carpet before I’d consciously decided to move. He unzipped his trousers. ‘This is a lesson in context,’ he said, guiding himself to my lips. ‘Now, analyze *this text.’ I took him into my mouth, the taste of him, the weight, the absolute control he exerted as he gently fisted my hair and set a slow, deep rhythm. He made me read passages from my own paper aloud while I serviced him, my voice ga

But it was also fundamentally different. Right now, I could freely express my fantasy out loud. I was constantly surrounded by someone I could have mind-blowing sex with, anytime, anywhere. Unrestricted access to the most intoxicating and euphoric experience imaginable. With someone I genuinely cared about. I licked my lips sensually. If I was going to share my fantasy with Lennox, I would hold nothing back. No inhibitions. "I have a fantasy that plays in a loop," I confessed. Lennox listened attentively, his eyes locked on me.

Her nymph trait had her on edge, her body craving more, the fantasy so vivid she could almost feel their cocks inside her, stretching her, claiming her. The dream shifted again, Delilah on her knees now, sucking Eli's cock while Zeke took her from behind and Damien played with her nipples. "You're our slut," they chanted in her mind, the words degrading and arousing. She curled her fingers inside herself, hitting that sweet spot as her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple until it hurt. "Yes, mark me—make me yours," she begged in her fantasy, her real body shaking as an orgasm built. The room smelled of her arousal, a heady scent that filled the air as she fucked herself harde

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.

roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting. Thoughts about me. Seeing my cock in the locker room and at the house when I walked around post shower. Fantasies of sucking my cock, worshipping me. Fantasies about being bent over in the locker room and being “claimed” and “taken”, made to take my big cock so deep that his abs bulge from the other side. Fantasies of submitting and surrendering to me and being my fuck toy. Fantasies about absorbing my seed and carrying it around with him everywhere he went. Fantasies about hanging with his “gym bros” while having my kids swimming deeper and deeper into his guts, with his friends being non the wiser.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

” My legs were vibrating with my cock fully erect as I envisioned banging Lilly and Betty at the same time. “Since this morning,” I answered Betty’s unfinished question. “She’s just climbing onto my cock now,” I groaned as Lilly straddled my cock and impaled herself in one brutal thrust downward. “She’s really aroused by the fantasy of doing you with me,” I moaned. I decided to just throw it out there and see how Betty might react. “Really? She would do that...with me?” I could tell by the wonder in her voice that it was a pleasing idea for her.