Transgender Fantasy Novels & Stories

This was getting deeper and deeper than I ever imagined sex and sexual fantasies could go! “The seventh floor is for all things fetish,” I had to interrupt him on that! “What kind of fetishes?” “Oh…like sucking toes and feet, if you like to be covered in cum to finish your night, if you like your partner to lead you around on a leash and treat you like a pet, if you want toys used on you that are not the typical things, some wolves like to urinate on their she-wolf partners to mark them as part of their territory without…marking them as their mate, transgender wolves and she-wolves like to play on that floor,” He tries to give clarification.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

It was a disgusting thought and she needed to stop this raving lunatic from branding her as his property but her limbs had turned to jelly and she could barely move. “Is this how you like your lovers? Weak and drugged out of their minds?” She asked, taunting him. He smiled charmingly and said, “Oh, no, my darling. You just wait and see. By the time the potion kicks in properly, you will be begging me to fuck you.”

May asked her heart hopping almost to her throat. "I'm not sure what it is I heard, did you make anything out of the sound? Glenn was scared out of breath, he was really in for finding Emily but the superhero he may have fantasized being while growing up, his teenage self was nowhere to acheiving it. "Like a flapping sound of something, I can't ... Can't tell what exactly." Summer provided a bit of answer, no one else had a clue. "Maybe we should go back and ask for help from the others. I'm having a really bad feeling about this.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”