Cross Dressing Men Stories Novels & Stories

, another asked, “Can we just get it over and done with? Raisel studied their features, they were tardy and in grubby clothing, they were likely men who spent all their time in taverns on beer and women. “What does a woman like you have to give?”, the first man asked lewdly. “We are going to find out”, another man replied.

Act carefully. Clutching his invitation like it might vanish, Adrian approached a group of sharply dressed men near the champagne tower. “Hi,” he said, his voice was overly chipper, extending his hand. “Adrian Cross. I’m a writer…freelance mostly. Just had a feature in…” They didn’t even look at him. One of the older men finally turned, gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Good for you.” Then turned away.

Narrator’s POV— ( Past Life) The men were closing the entrance when all the three men moved close to them and circling them, they barked, “What is your business here?” The young and the old men looked up and furrowing his eyebrows, the young man replied rudely, “What do you mean by what is our business? Isn’t this a shop where dresses are made? Isn’t this open for customers?” “The men said in a similar voice narrowing their eyebrows, “Yes it is! But men are not allowed inside! This store is for women!”

So, Over the next couple of years, I started cross dressing & playing with big black toys, until I just couldn't take it no more. Then I found the M4T personals on Craigslist & quickly hooked up with another Big Black Cock, who fucked my now totally broke in ass pussy. Over the next few years I hooked up with another 10 Big Black Cock's, who I dressed up all sexy for & had them just fuck my ass pussy, with some of them even cumming all up in me too.

"What's your story?" My story? I sighed. "I don't have one, sire." "I am talking about the cursed mark on your shoulder." I pursed my lips together and ignored his words. He wasn't dumb. Although they were a different set of wolves that chose to dress like mad men, their hair braided and in locks, their eyes lined with a black kohl and their dressing was the worst of all. They were shirtless and for shorts, they had a lazy excuse of a large pant made out of brown leather. Their boots were thick but the masculinity and power radiated off them.

The stoic, commanding man looked dangerous now, muscles tight from years of boxing. “Bend over the desk,” he ordered, voice rough. She leaned forward, breasts pressing against the wood, wide hips pushed back invitingly. Marcus yanked her bikini bottoms down roughly, exposing her. “Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he said, sliding two fingers inside her soaked pussy. He pushed them inside her without warning, deep and possessive. “This tight little pussy is aching for me, isn’t it?” Elena moaned loudly, body jerking. “Yes… Marcus. I’ve been wet since the boathouse.”

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

All my friends were used to me. “What is it you need, it must be an emergency since you called me”, He said and I smirked to myself. “I need a dress”. “For you?! Nahh, I sell for only ladies... except you're now a crossdresser?”, He uttered and I sighed. Richie is gay and he came out back in college, he was into ladies fashion and sometimes dressed as a woman, he wasn't ashamed when people talked about him. We were never close not until last days in college when he was almost beaten up by a group of men for dressing ‘weird’, Ivan and I stepped in and helped him.

He stood up and said, “We initially did not want to expose this. Since this reporter asked about it, we’ll announce it now.” He clapped, and at least ten men immediately walked out from backstage. They were men with different styles, including teen boys who were less than twenty years old to middle-aged men who were almost forty years old. There were tall, short, fat, slim, poor, and rich men. Aries extended his arm, and he said, “Although they look different, they share the same identity, which is that all of them were Jenny Cruz’s ex-boyfriends!”

That told me everything. Carl leaned sideways just slightly and peered around the edge of the trunk. I did the same, slowly, until I could see between the trees to where a group of men were moving through the forest maybe thirty yards from where we stood. They carried lamps that threw long shadows across the ground. Their clothes were not from here. I knew those clothes. I knew them the way you know a nightmare even after you've woken up – the recognition arriving in your body before your mind has caught up. The dark fabric, the particular cut at the shoulder, the way they moved with the casual confidence of men who answered to something large and powerful and far away. Kaldor. The emperor's