Transgender Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

Well sexual or nonsexual at the end of the day I was still kidnapped and strapped here against my will. My face paled as I thought about it more. Me acting like a toddler. My face morphed from an angry glare into a disgusting expression. I had to stop this at all costs. "Well, that doesn't make it any better and do not think I'm ignorant. I know what it means and I also know that with that kind of relationships consent is very important and right now nothing of that is happening here between us. I will not partake in your sick fantasy. I don't like it so get me out of here!" I was angry, no furious. First, they kidnap me, then they restrain me and to top it all they will force a kind of life

And some arrived carrying desires they had never dared speak aloud until they stepped inside those sacred walls. No judgment existed within Fantasy. Only honesty. Only consent. Only surrender. Master Steele observed it all from the shadows of His kingdom like a patient king seated upon a carefully constructed throne. He knew the regulars by name, by habit, by weakness. He knew who came seeking escape and who came hunting transformation. He understood the desperate hunger hidden beneath polished smiles and expensive clothing. That hunger was why Fantasy existed. Not merely for pleasure. But for liberation. Because once someone crossed the threshold into His world, masks became unnecessary. Ti

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

“And she enjoys that?” Her body twitched excitedly, slutty little minx that it was, giving her away. “Um, yeah. I mean…there’s a massive, massive difference between fantasy and reality. She wouldn’t really want to be tortured by the KGB. But being tied up and sexily menaced by someone she liked could be pretty fun, don’t you think?” “I think,” he murmured, “the boundaries of fantasy are less permeable than people realize.” “Um? What?”

The box also contained a pair of white, patent-leather high-heels. The letter was at the bottom of the box. She unfolded the singie sheet of paper and read the italic script. All was revealed. avid’s fantasies had always followed a pattern. They featured two themes, which Clare recognised from her own extensive reading on the subject of sexual behaviour. The first was what the books liked to call submission. He wanted her to dominate him. The second was an element of transvestism. David liked to wear women’s clothes, more precisely, their underwear. Whether this was a separate strand of his sexuality or part of his desire to be submissive, Clare did not know or care. But it was there. She ha

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this

"I couldn't do that, Jen. I'm not like you. I wouldn't feel comfortable having sex with another man, and cheating on Mark doesn't feel right." "But you've fantasized about having sex with other men, haven't you? You must have masturbated thinking about someone you know or saw on the street, in a magazine or a movie. I'm sure you've imagined someone else's cock in your pussy when your husband fucked you. We all have." Abby's face turned red. "That's different. It's a fantasy. It's not real."

He comes quickly, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of fucking his destroyed wife, completely lost in the knowledge that her pussy has been claimed by another man's massive cock. Afterward, they lay tangled together, and both are already thinking about the next encounter. The electrician is coming next week. And after that, the contractor. And after that, multiple men at once, all of them destroying Tanya's pussy simultaneously while Marcus films and directs. The fantasy has evolved into something massive, all-consuming, completely life-defining. And they're embracing it with every fiber of their being.

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.