Cross Dressing Books Novels & Stories

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

Because like any other small town, the gossip was inevitable since there was only so much that you can do in the peaceful little seaside town. Less than an hour later they were done with shopping at Novelty, Hazel picked two picture books with princess-themed stories, Gage got himself some thriller and mysteries books, while Bree was true to her words when she picked out some steamy books with BDSM plots all twisted into a mini series, yup, she didn't just get one. She put three in their basket. Gage raised his brow when he saw it, but Bree smiled sweetly at Gage which then made the young man at the register quickly scanned the barcode so he can put the smut books into the bag. The lanky tee

The bass from the music vibrated through the floor as I pushed my way into the crowded frat house. Red solo cups everywhere, bodies grinding on the makeshift dance floor, and the air thick with weed and cheap beer. I shouldn’t have come alone, but my roommates bailed at the last minute. Tonight I didn’t care. I needed to let loose. I wore a short black dress that hugged my body and stopped mid-thigh. A few guys already stared as I walked past. I grabbed a drink from the kitchen counter and took a long sip, feeling the burn slide down my throat.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.

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.

Her smooth dark skin glowed under the lights, full breasts rising and falling with nervous excitement, nipples already hardened into tight peaks. Mistress Izzy circled her slowly, the sharp click of her stiletto boots echoing like a heartbeat. She wore a black latex catsuit tonight, unzipped just enough at the front to reveal the deep valley between her breasts. In her gloved hand, she trailed a long, sleek riding crop. “You’re new here, little dove,” Izzy purred, stopping behind the masked woman. She dragged the tip of the crop lightly down her spine, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. “But you came seeking the same thing they all do. Surrender.”

When I steadied my ragged breathing, I stood up, tugged my dress down, and fetched something to wipe the mess that had spilled on the floor. Afterward I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into a short skirt plus a tank top that revealed my cleavage. One thing about Christian was that he adored me dressing this way, and I loved it too. I would continue wearing it to seduce and grant his sons effortless entry to my cunt. I curled up on the bed and attempted to pass the time by reading a smut novel, into which I became immersed. Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore.

The walls are covered floor to ceiling with bookcases filled with books about all sorts of different creatures from around the world. "I bet we can find out what kind of creature your mate is in one of these books," Ryder says. Excitement bubbles inside me as I start scanning the titles. There are books about dragons, unicorns, and even books about creatures I've never even heard of before. I make my way down one of the aisles, running my fingers over the spines of the books until I come across one that catches my eye. It's called "Shapeshifters: A Comprehensive Guide."

I shrugged and he continued to follow me, remaining two steps behind. We reached the back of the shop and I gestured to one of the dressing rooms. He handed me one of the dresses, a gold sequinned piece with an open back that almost reached my backside. The front dropped down my chest revealing plenty of cleavage. Probably too much. The front and back were held together by thin gold straps on the shoulders, making me wonder just how securely it would hold everything.