Novel & Cerita Transgender Fiction Stories

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

But it couldn't be that stranger. I couldn't give him what he wanted. I would find someone else. My type. The toilet didn't help me. Neither did the night air. It didn't do anything to cool me down. Nothing could. The world tilted before my eyes. I headed back to the bar for my jacket. My body yearned for release as my cock throbbed painfully inside my pants. And I hated it. I hated how weak it made me feel. I needed something. Someone. Anything to anchor me before I would finally tear my helpless self apart.

Lewis sighed while carrying a book in one hand while the other is placed on his back, making him look more appealing and mature. "Bwothew wewis." Fae called who have been giggling from time to time as Felix kept tickling her for his own amusement. Really, why do babies have to be so sensitive. T — T)¶ As those months passed by, Fae turned from cold to warm. She was once cold towards them but after that occurrences under the moon. It was a wonder why but, all she could do was go with the flow and accept those feeling, but still the dark side of her heart remained immovable despite all the warmth she felt. She once hated that feeling when she felt it for weeks after she transferred to this bod

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Thursday Night God, I’m still trembling. My thighs are sore, my body aches deliciously, and my pussy… my pussy feels so fucking full, even hours later. I can smell him on me. I can feel the ghost of his cock stretching me. I have to write this down before the details fade, before the raw, filthy truth of it gets polished into some pretty memory. It wasn’t pretty. It was primal.

This is a matter of the company and my reputation. Since Alexander is engaged to that woman, there’s no need to dig into him anymore. I bet she is only here because my presence threatened her position. But I'm not that type of woman. I would rather stay in my lane than push her buttons. I have experienced enough jealousy from others. They even caused me my death. My past—if that was even my real past. Huh! I don’t know anymore. It’s so confusing. Surely, I think I died and transmigrated to Alexander’s world and then went back here. Then it has to be real.

, and said one sentence that I will never forget: "This ass would be wasted for a straight guy." He gave me the phone and we didn't talk about that incident again that day. The next day we watched the Darts World Championship together on Discord, where he again mentioned my ass. He said if a girl sent him this pic and my dick was replaced by a vagina, he would pound the shit out of her. That made me so horny, but I was too excited to flirt with him. I didn't masturbate for 3 weeks now because I tried to do NoFap, since I saw the benefits of it when I tried it for 90+ - I could pull a lor more girls. But that changed 2 days before Christmas on the 22.12.2023 - he wrote me that he was home alo

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

Despite our friendship, Meredith still didn't understand the balancing act that transgender women like me went through. My entry into middle age had heralded in a new chapter in my journey of sexual self-discovery. I had moved on from anonymous "fuck me" hookups fueled by Internet message boards to slightly-less-anonymous encounters via online dating sites. It had been months since I had run away from that swamp, tired of the constant "Transgender 101" I found myself teaching, my ego bruised and battered from men who abruptly went silent on me the minute they discovered I was trans. As I mentally ticked off some of the more-unpleasant rejections, my inner monologue grumbled that the hassle s