Novel & Cerita Transgender Fantasy

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

My pussy clamped down hard on the dildo. No. Stop. That's wrong. But my body didn't listen. The fantasy twisted; Sebastian’s hands instead of Marcus’s, his younger, harder thrusts, his voice younger and rougher while calling me something dirty while mom slept in the next room. Forbidden. Slick and hot. I fucked myself faster. Harder. The vibrator mashed against my clit until stars burst behind my eyelids. “I'm gonna come…fuck daddy… I’m gonna squirt thinking about you…” I didn't say whose name. Didn't want to know.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

“You want us to shove our cum deep into your holes until you’re filled to the brim with it because the thought of us wanting to fill you with pups, to claim you as our own, turns you the fuck on.” Whimpering softly, I grasped on to his hand so he would stop rubbing my clit. It was only turning me on more, but I couldn’t get off, thinking about something like that. I’d promised myself that I would never think that about these guys again. It made me feel so dirty and shameful. “Tyler,” I said. But he didn’t stop rubbing my clit. He wanted me to get off on the thought, on the mere fantasy of these guys wanting to get me pregnant, though I wasn’t sure why. One day, they would find their mates an

☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids. ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration. ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional ma

Oh my God" and fired his second load of the night down my throat. "Oh you fucking bitch. You god damned slut! You are my fantasy come true. I've always wanted to make love to a cross-dresser or a transvestite and here you are. God, what a wild way to start the New Year." His hand was on my cock and he was stroking me. I laid back and let him pull it loose from its harness and then he had me in his mouth and then we were in a sixty-nine and then things just happened.

“All right. I’ll tell you something about myself, then you can tell me about one of your fantasies. Do we have a deal?” “How about I ask you about the things I want to know, then I tell you one of my fantasies?” “Clever girl. Always ask for specifics.” I nodded my thanks. “Deal. But I start first. What’s one of your fantasies, Wren?” Biting my bottom lip, I stared him straight in the face when I said, “Voyeurism. I like to watch other people fuck.” He chuckled darkly, his cock jerking against my foot, where he still held it in his lap. “You’d love my club then. I can already see you dressed in lingerie, watching as another woman is pleasured by a man.”

"This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just got me excited." "You took the part that you wanted, dumped the non-consensual crap aspect of it and made it your fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. It was neat seeing what goes on in that head of yours. Shane added it to the list, by the way." Shamira actually laughed. "He would." "It must've been strange having your deepest fantasies satisfied like that. And what was that at the end?" Shamira covered her face. She hadn't figured out what that had meant yet. "You mean when it turned into . . . you know --"

I’d ridden his face until I squirted down his throat. He’d choked me with his cock until tears streamed down my cheeks and my pussy dripped onto the sheets. We’d used toys so big they left me gaping, role-played every taboo fantasy, and still… it wasn’t enough. There was one last dark, depraved desire I’d never dared say out loud. I wanted to be claimed by other men—multiple men—while Liam sat back and watched his princess get turned into a cum-soaked gangbang toy. Last week, it had all come spilling out.