Futa Elves
Introducing the futa elves!
2025-11-10 12:40:40 +0000 UTC View Post
After months of Amazon (surprise, Amazon is at it again...) stealing from me and claiming that nobody is using Kindle Unlimited to read my books, I have decided to pull everything from the KU program so that I can list my books wide.
What this means for you!
Nicole C titles will still be on Amazon--just not available to 'read for free' with Kindle Unlimited. I understand that this will frustrate some of you who rely on this program, and I'm sorry, but since August 14th, they have ...
2025-10-24 11:41:02 +0000 UTC View Post
I grunted. The truth was… it was impossible to pretend that was our first date. We both knew that we were a good five dates in already. It was impossible to reset the clock that easily. “Just do me a favour and fuck me like a girl.”
I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as I reached down and gripped him, feeling his length and hardness through the thin fabric of his slacks.
"Fuck, you're so hot," Chad growled, his voice low. "I've been wanting to do this all ...
2025-10-16 17:46:12 +0000 UTC View Post
Rae stepped closer, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. The other sissies fanned out behind her, their latex outfits shimmering under the dim light of the hallway. The air was thick from the faint scent of their perfumes.
"Come with us," Rae whispered. "We have a special way to say thank you."
I followed them down the hallway, my steps echoing in the quiet of the early morning. They led me to a hidden room, a space I had never seen before, filled w...
2025-10-15 15:59:38 +0000 UTC View Post
I felt a bit awkward being used as a ‘poster girl’ for Hans’s VR program. They seemed to think that my success story was especially remarkable. And I suppose that it had gone pretty well, almost entirely thanks to Hans’s simulations.
So whenever I came back to Canada to visit from Poland, I made a point of stopping in to Hans’s office. We would grab lunch and he would tell me about some of his crazier clients, like the girl who was trying to fight her now eighth DUI charge. ...
2025-10-09 14:37:34 +0000 UTC View Post
The apartment smelled faintly of candle wax and something sweet—vanilla, maybe. Sybil’s idea. She said every ‘experiment’ deserved the right atmosphere.
An experiment. That’s what this was supposed to be… but it didn’t feel like an experiment. It felt like we were playing around with something we already knew.
I sat on the edge of the bed while she circled me like a stylist preparing a client, teasing me with a half-smile.
“Relax,” she said. “You al...
2025-10-06 16:35:33 +0000 UTC View Post
The air in the studio felt thicker than usual—humid with the scent of oils, turpentine, and something else. Something warmer.
He sat on the stool, naked, muscles taut under the glow of the overhead lamp. I’d painted dozens of live models before—men and women—but something about this session felt different. Maybe it was because his cock was so… big. Bigger than I remember on past live models. And the way it dangled before me… Maybe I was a bit cheeky when I picked the pose. 2025-10-01 19:06:26 +0000 UTC View Post
Of course I didn’t stop being a ‘girlfriend experience’ girl. I did talk to Jimmy about it. “Are you comfortable with me going out and making some extra cash?” I asked. Of course he asked the predictable questions, like, “Do guys ever try to sleep with you? Do they ever touch you?” And so on…
“No. I literally just sit there,” I said. “Maybe a couple times, guys have put their hands on my thighs, but they aren’t supposed to.” But he already knew that, because be...
2025-09-22 16:27:08 +0000 UTC View PostVote for your favourite plot idea! Winning idea will become a full story.
2025-09-21 12:34:19 +0000 UTC View Post
Justine struts into the night, teetering on tall, glossy heels that make every step click loud enough to turn heads. The skirt she’s squeezed into is dangerously short, the hem fluttering with every breeze and daring her to tug it down. But she doesn’t. She likes it when guys get a quick tease of her bum. She works hard on keeping that bum perfect, after all.
Her lips glisten under the streetlights, coated in candy-pink gloss, a perfect match for the glittering shimmer dusted ...
2025-09-15 18:36:17 +0000 UTC View Post
The house was quiet—eerily so after the chaos of Clara’s wedding week. No bridesmaids buzzing around, no TikTok videos, no barking orders. Just me, sitting at the edge of my bed in a silky robe Sophie had insisted I keep “for the memories.”
I thought the girly stuff was all behind me.
Now here I was, robe slipping off one bare shoulder, cheeks warm, heart racing like I’d been caught sneaking into someplace forbidden.
Kayla leaned against the doorframe, lips c...
2025-09-14 12:00:10 +0000 UTC View Post
It's that time again!
Pitch your story ideas in a short sentence or two (under 140 characters, please, otherwise I cannot copy/paste them into the vote).
We will vote on our favourite stories. The winning idea will be turned into a FULL-LENGTH steamy tale, written by yours truly.
And that's not all! If you pitched the winning story, you will get a copy MONTHS BEFORE anyone else.
Oh, and there is a theme! This time, y...
2025-09-12 11:54:36 +0000 UTC View Post
I spent a week preparing for that next project.
It was a personal project. I had no intentions of selling this one… or even letting the eyes of anyone else see it.
The set had to be perfect. The lighting had to be just right. But really, those details didn’t matter much. I could have drawn her all the same with the gloomy light from a window and the bare concrete slab of my studio wall.
No, no; I wouldn’t have done that. With a subject like her—everything...
2025-09-10 11:58:21 +0000 UTC View Post
I hadn’t meant to get dolled up tonight. It was supposed to be a lazy evening—sweatpants, takeout, maybe an old movie. But somehow, there I was, standing in front of the mirror in a silky slip I hadn’t even dared to touch since it appeared in my wardrobe. It wasn’t there when we moved in. Or maybe I hadn’t noticed it…
I bit my lip. Okay, fine. I knew Adrian bought it for me.
It clung where it shouldn’t, whispered when I moved, and made me feel like I was wearin...
2025-09-09 14:07:36 +0000 UTC View Post
He had a bag with him.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“You’ll see. Bedroom.”
I nodded my head quickly. There was something about his presence; he was almost authoritative. I felt like a little girl, worried I was going to get into trouble if I didn’t obey him. So I scurried quickly to the bedroom like I was being sent to a timeout. He followed, stepping into the room and closing the door.
He carefully put that bag down.
“What’s in...
2025-09-06 12:00:10 +0000 UTC View Post
It was weeks later, after the police reports, the questions, the noise. After the endless cups of bad coffee in the station and the awkward conversations about what came next. Sarah was free, safe, living her life again.
And I was still by her side.
We were at her place—the pink house that used to make my stomach twist every time I walked past it. Tonight it felt different. Tonight it was ours. I’d been living there for a few days. It was her idea and I jumped on the opportuni...
2025-09-03 13:41:47 +0000 UTC View Post
If you would have told me a month earlier that I would end up in a throuple, I would have laughed in your face. Even still, the word ‘throuple’ didn’t quite sit right with me—like it was something so wrong and weird and desperate. But that wasn’t the case with what we had.
There was something about the dynamic that just worked. It just made sense. Alex satisfied needs we didn’t know that we had—or maybe they were needs we knew about but kept buried deep down, out of shame,...
2025-08-29 12:12:23 +0000 UTC View Post
The first night in the new house didn’t feel real.
Boxes were stacked in the hallway, half-open, spilling clothes and dishes and books that didn’t belong to me. Sunlight had poured through the windows earlier, warm and golden, but now it was gone. The place felt too big, too quiet. It was weirdly dark, even with the lamps on. But somehow it felt like… home. Maybe because she was there with me.
Now, she was upstairs, shower running. I sat on the edge of the bed with a beer in...
2025-08-27 12:21:37 +0000 UTC View Post
A young man wins an unexpected prize: a date with a porn star. He only ever entered the contest as a joke. He never actually looked too clos
A young man wins an unexpected prize: a date with a porn star. He only ever entered the contest as a joke. He never actually looked too closely at the contest details. If he had, he would have seen that the porn star in question is a trans star with an especially large appendage.
To say the least, he is in for an unexpected night. But the big...
2025-08-24 11:29:23 +0000 UTC View Post
I’d barely knocked before Petra pulled me inside. Her place was dim, soft lamplight spilling across the living room, and I caught a faint trace of wine and vanilla candles. My heart was pounding—not just from nerves, but from the dress she’d convinced me to wear. Black. Silky. Shorter than anything I’d ever dared to put on before.
Petra shut the door behind me and leaned against it, letting her eyes travel from head to toe with no attempt at hiding her smile. The air betwe...
2025-08-18 17:13:26 +0000 UTC View Post
The hostess smiled as she led us to our table, but I caught the way Erin’s eyes kept darting to me instead. She tried to play it cool—she always did—but I could see the faint pink in her cheeks and the little twitch of her fingers as she tucked her hair behind her ear for the fifth time in as many minutes.
Three months ago, I’d have been the one flustered, barely able to get through a sentence without tripping over my words. Now? I’d had time. Practice. Exploration. Alicia was...
2025-08-15 17:50:47 +0000 UTC View Post
She would pop into my stream every day to leave some little flirtation or another. Cute little remarks. She liked to call me ‘bombshell’. I would get all warm and fuzzy inside.
Ending those streams was the hardest part. Sometimes I felt like a sort of imposter when I stayed in that makeup and costume—but then I would feel like even more of an imposted when I cleaned the makeup off and saw myself in the mirror.
It was getting harder to recognize that ‘man’. 2025-08-13 16:01:18 +0000 UTC View Post
Her dad texted her at noon. Flight at five, home tomorrow by lunch.
She forwarded it to me and wrote, “One night. Come early.”
I showed up with groceries and a bottle of wine we didn’t finish. We cooked, steak and salad and potatoes, nothing fancy. She stood close while I sliced, shoulder pressed to mine. We ate at the island, no TV, no phones. She said, “I missed your morning pancakes,” and I said, “I missed your lists,” and she laughed and shook her head.<...
2025-08-11 15:59:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Through practice, Roxie kept eyeing me. I kept watching her cheeks turn red, which made my cheeks turn red.
The only other person who had ever looked at me like that was Luca.
As a guy, nobody ever looked at me like that.
It was a new feeling: feeling like I was who I was supposed to be. Maybe you can call it validation. For once in my life, I felt attractive.
And I couldn’t really blame Roxie for looking at me like that. I kept catching my own reflection in the plex...
2025-08-09 17:00:10 +0000 UTC View Post
One year had passed since that fateful night, and my life had taken a turn that I never could have imagined. I was now a proud member of the sorority, and now... six months into my transition. The hormone pills had worked wonders in a surprisingly short period of time, and my breasts had started to come in, soft and sensitive, but so cute.
I loved to wear tiny outfits, feeling the fabric against my skin, and guys were always staring at me. But I didn't care; I had everything I...
2025-08-06 18:00:08 +0000 UTC View Post
I stopped checking the dating apps. I just couldn’t handle the disappointment anymore. Every swipe, every face… it was like I thought I would swipe and see Becky along with ’New Match!’, but it never happened, because it was an impossible fantasy. So I left those damned apps alone.
At first, it was just a day. Then two. Then a week passed, and I realized I hadn’t opened Tinder, hadn’t swiped, hadn’t stared at filtered photos wondering if maybe this one would be di...
2025-08-04 10:14:24 +0000 UTC View Post
The night with Jenna had been… awkward. There was no other way to put it. It wasn’t her fault, not really. She was sweet, open, and clearly trying just as hard as I was. But the whole thing had felt like two mismatched strangers fumbling their way through a bad date—the kind you would see on some pathetic reality show about virgins dating or something. Our conversation never quite clicked. Our movements didn’t sync. And when things moved to the bedroom, it was just… bad.
I tri...
2025-07-31 12:28:41 +0000 UTC View Post
Jenna stood in my living room, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, looking around nervously. I approached her, trying to project a confidence I didn't quite feel. Scratch that—I didn’t feel any confidence whatsoever. But there was something else: a determination… and maybe a prayer that this would all somehow turn into something else.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, and leaned in for a kiss.
Jenna's lips were soft, but the kiss was tent...
2025-07-27 12:17:22 +0000 UTC View Post