Transgender Interactive Stories Novels & Stories

I poured the last red wine into the glass and carried it up upstairs. The laptop screen glowed as I created the website account. VelvetVixen. I, however, slipped into the black lace set I bought on impulse last year, which cupped my breasts and left my hips bare. My nipples already tightened against the thin fabric when I sat on the edge of the bed and hit “Go Live.” At first, I only teased myself. Fingers tracing the lace, slow circles over my thighs with a hand full of strangers typed hearts and fire emojis. I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47.

Her breathing turns a little heavy as she rubs up against me faster, pushing down a little harder. Naudia is close. She is using me as her own human size sex toy and I can't even tell her to stop. I don't want to tell her to stop. What I really want is to slide that little strip of bikini out of my way, pull my shorts down and slam my hard dick into her tight little pussy. Make her moan my name as she cums on my dick. Naudia rubs against me again and I push my hips forward, holding her legs to keep her close as I help her rub against me.

When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

Jamie Lena helped me to my feet, my legs still shaking like a newborn deer. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and leaking down my thighs. I could barely stand after the way she’d just destroyed me. “Get dressed,” she said with a smirk, tossing my crumpled dress at me. “We’re going back to my flat. I’m nowhere near done with that greedy cunt tonight.” The Uber ride to her apartment was pure torture. Lena kept her hand between my thighs the entire time, slowly fingering me under my dress while whispering filthy things in my ear so the driver wouldn’t hear.

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

The contact sent small, electric warmth through her hoodie, stirring something primal yet comforting. “The topic we covered today resonates with many omegas on campus,” he began after a comfortable silence, his tone professional but laced with genuine interest. “Your paper on autonomy in modern packs stood out for its insight. It felt personal. If it’s not too intrusive, I sense you’ve wrestled with some of these themes yourself.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

Seriously. What is this stuff?” Jeff rubs his fingers over the top of my cheap-ass, dime-store mule. “Naugahyde,” I say, pushing my shoulders back, showing off my conical boobs and my pink fuzzy sweater. “Nauga-what?” It does not escape my notice that his finger briefly slips beneath the band of fake plasticine leather to stroke my bare skin. His touch sizzle-pops up my calf, burns a line of fire behind my knee and tickles slowly up my inner thigh. The sensation lands with a

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ "It was not Ava; it was Amé." Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers PS. Gamble With My Heart was a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories' Writing Contest in 2020. ******************** I open my eyes one by one trying to avoid the bright light that is streaming through the windows. I stretch every perfectly formed muscle in my body. I look on over to the blonde that is spread all over the bed next to me. There is a big smile on my face, and I am feeling great.