Bored teenager Sam has a secret he's been harboring in private - in secret he fantasizes about becoming the enchanting sexpot Lily. Agonizing over the fateful decision to reveal herself to the man she has a crush on, she's surprised at how far she's willing to go to live the fantasy. In her new life as a seductress she has to decide, will she be owned, or own herself? More
Bored teenager Sam has a secret he's been harboring in private - in secret he fantasizes about becoming the enchanting sexpot Lily. Agonizing over the fateful decision to reveal herself to the man she has a crush on, she's surprised at how far she's willing to go to live the fantasy. In her new life as a seductress she has to decide, will she be owned, or own herself?
This is a 29,000 word novel featuring encounters with straight men, masturbation, anal, oral, d/s, blackmail, cheating and feminization. All characters are over the age of eighteen.
Collects Snakebite 1-3: Mistaken For A Girl, The Detour and Troublemaker.
She watches his mouth move but he doesn’t seem to be saying anything. She thinks for the moment that he’s so damn good that he’s made her lose her mind.
Her moans come with every stroke; her whole body rolling and thrusting with the pull of his hand on her. The sound under the table is forceful and slippery as he abuses her precious tool and she takes it never having known such a sensation for fear of being indiscreet. Good girls don’t do this and if they do, it’s furtive; any touching is a gentle tease but she gives him control, letting him work her with raw abandon and her cock pulses angrily in his hand.
She hangs on while he tries frantically to empty her, just to see the rare treat of her losing herself completely.
She feels it, at last, welling up inside her. She finally belongs.
Not just to him, but she belongs there, that state of being that other girls seems to exist in, where they only seem worry about having bad breath or a big pimple on their chin.She doesn’t want to spoil the moment and tell him it’s love she feels, especially since she’s so close to exploding in his hand.
But it is love; love and happiness and acceptance and calmness. It’s a profound feeling for a man who was bold enough to take what he wanted but didn’t recoil in horror like she’d expected. He found her stiffness straining in her panties and welcomed the surprise with an impish grin. He’d even groaned with pleasure when he found that she was immaculately smooth down there, always a good sign that a woman was primarily interested in pleasing a man in whatever way he wished.
This TA, she didn’t even know his name, singled her out from every other girl in the class, from the sea of sunny blondes with their fake tans and pretty painted toes in flip flops. She felt special when he touched her thigh under the table confidently, not at all like a teenage boy who might make some cute excuse to trespass her personal space.
He simply tucked his hand out of sight so he could feel the smoothness of her thigh, knowing exactly what he wanted. When he felt her excitement he didn’t hesitate to soothe it.
His hand was really going now. He didn’t stop until he got her right on the edge of coating the underside of the table with sticky semen.
Finally, she heard herself. She sounded tortured, like she were dying of thirst.
“Please,” she whined, and his fingers pinched down to keep her there in the moment just before climax. He shook his head.
“Please,” she moaned again, drawing out the last syllable in his ear. Her tongue involuntarily flicked out of her mouth and licked at the air, ravenous for sexual release. He just grinned at her, unmoved by her mewling, pounding his fist on her shaft.