Cross Dress Stories Novels & Stories

Sloane kissed back with equal force, hands grabbing at clothes. Tatum took full control this time. She pushed Sloane down onto the bed and grabbed a resistance band from her bag. “Hands up,” she ordered. Sloane hesitated but obeyed, her heart pounding with a mix of defiance and need. Tatum tied her wrists together above her head, securing them to the headboard. The band dug into her skin just enough to send sparks through her body. Tatum stripped Sloane slowly, exposing her toned body. “Look at you. So ready to break for me.”

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

Riele was checking herself in the mirror and she could tell her friend was right. "Try any of these dresses." Riele scanned through all the dresses but they seem too tight and she doesn't like wearing clothes that would bring out her shape. "You know that I don't like..." "If you don't want Kim to think you are trying to pick a fight with him because he came to your house last night which you haven't explained the details to me."

I should be, but I wasn’t. "Why is the dress so important?" "She was wearing it when we fucked." "Obviously, but it would corroborate the story that you had consensual sex, it doesn't disprove anything you've said so far." "Have you seen her dress?" I shook my head and looked through the photos of the evidence. I stopped at a photo of a dress covered in a dark, brown, dried blood stain. It covered half the dress. My eyes widened as I looked at the photo closely.

One thing that has confirm the man's identity is the crown hanging on the left column of the bed. "I know crossbreeds has no home they belong to. If you agree..." "Crossbreeds are strong. You people fear me--"Aria made argue hoping to lift up one steel of her prison cell. "Hmm-mm...Yes, yes, yes! But-" The man stands up and went to her again. He raised her chin using his index finger tip and whisper, "Can you defeat an outlaw King?"

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

“Get out of my apartment and tell Alexander that if he wants to fight me, he’d better be ready to lose. My designs are mine. My life is mine. And he can’t take either of them away from me.” Victoria raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t argue. She tucked the folder under her arm and headed for the door. At the threshold, she paused and turned back. “Mr. Cross also wanted me to tell you – he’s moving forward with Cross Couture. The debut collection launches next month. You’ll see it everywhere.” Then she was gone, closing the door behind her with a soft click that echoed through the quiet apartment.

Celeste Reyes stood near the edge of the crowded art gala, her curvaceous body wrapped in a tight red dress that showed off her breasts and wide hips, her long dark wavy hair fell over her shoulders as she watched Dara Lang move through the room like she owned every inch of it. “This is my moment”. She thought. Dara Lang, the elegant rich heiress with sleek platinum blonde hair and piercing ice-blue eyes, stopped in front of one of Celeste’s paintings, Celeste took a deep breath and walked straight toward her.

“He said goodism! Good Lord!” Fola scowled at them all. “It's not like we're serial killers or anything.” Still smiling, Gabe walked to Jaz, a basket of crossiants in his hand. “Crossiant?” Because she wanted something to do with her hands, she smiled and reached for one. “Sure. Thank you.” **** “I want my money's worth from you, you know.” Gabe sidestepped her warily and went to the side of the bed. He saw what was laid out on it and startled back a little.