Beautiful Crossdressers Novels & Stories

I fingered the diamond collar around my neck. Intrigued, I noticed people of all ages and walks of life. Men with gages—large hoops that spread their earlobes—wore leather and boots. Women wore collars and punk skirts with torn fishnet hose. Most wore multiple piercings. A few ambiguously asexual people were wearing thick black eyeliner. Many were heavily tattooed, and some were in drag. Some people carried additional accessories like whips or handcuffs in their back pockets. I didn’t wonder what they were for.

"A bit desperate tonight, hm?" Huffing, Adom averts his eyes. But he doesn't so much as close his legs or roll over to cover himself, his temporarily soft, come-smeared cock and puffy red hole still on open display for Alexander, so he can't be too upset. Alexander lets him pout. He takes his time undressing, even disappears to the bathroom for a few minutes wash the fake blood off, and he returns to Adom wearing nothing but the garter belt and the stockings, delicate black lace on pale skin, and those tape crosses on his chest. He's playing with himself, cock filling back out, head tilted to the side, with a come-hither look that leaves no room for doubt or insecurities.

Their original plan was that he would be injecting the man with ecstasy to make him a sexual maniac. “What happened to them?” Brix turned violently when he heard the familiar voice of a man. Alexander smiled at Brix when he met his shocked gaze. “Do I look like a ghost, and you are looking at me like that?” Brix’s teeth and jaw chattered angrily. What he saw today was contrary to what he wanted to happen. It seems that Alexander even joined with them innocently. He looked sharply at the gay when he turned his gaze to him. The gay trembled even more in fear and bowed his head when he saw Brix and the man who had done to them like this.

I didn't really know much about the details aside from that, and when I ask, there isn't much info because the intruder refuses to speak. "So Ava, shift already." Krys groans. ""Let's have a race." I declare. "Okay, the loser has to do whatever the winner will ask of them. Anything at all." Krys smiles dangerously, taking off her hoodie, shirt and pants. Wow! Her body looked so perfect and slender in her black lace bra and panties. Like that of a bikini model. It were at moments like this I doubt my sexual preference. She had the power to make the straightest female wish that they were gay.

“I see, so basically I look like a freak?” “Let’s see, you need makeup, real boobs, and you have to learn to walk on those heels and you need a wig.” “Fuck!” Valerie laughed. “Not to worry.” She reached for her laptop that lay on the coffee table and opened it up. After searching G****e she said, “look, here is a site for crossdressers. Give me your wallet.”

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

That was someone Lil Hyde knew… Alexandra washed up and got changed, looking pretty in her new attire. After abandoning her masculine choice of attire, she was now radiating charming femininity. Truth to be told, everyone could see straight through her crossdressing because of how great her figure was—one could see through her in a single glance. The aura that she emanated could not be confused for anything but a woman’s. As one of the three most beautiful women in Waltz City, there was no denying Alexandra’s appeal. She was much prettier than most of the female celebrities in show business.

Dim red lights pulse in time with the music, casting shadows that dance on the stage. And there’s a lot of naked people here. People move through the crowd, some in tight crop top dresses, both genders and others in next to nothing, shirts unbuttoned to the navel, skirts so short too and some women are with no bras, just dancing around naked while their breasts bounce with them.

"I've got a few performers from other countries now. Part of the allure of this scene is just seeing these bodies in their natural state. Candy is gorgeous, but they're really not interacting sexually. It's just a variety of poses while they lay on each other, or he supports her in some way. I mean, it's essentially about sex, but they aren't having sex. There's an unspoken connection there." Alex nodded. "Plus, Jacques is gay, but he would be able to get aroused if I needed him to. As you can see," she said, clicking over to another set, "he's getting a massage from another model here. Yvette." "Too bad he's gay," Toni said. "He's got a really nice cock."

“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla