Crossdress Fiction Novels & Stories

Busty white woman requires the services of an Indian tailor. ************* The Busty & The Naughty is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. Enjoy.. ***** "Hi, I need to get a bridesmaid dress altered by Friday, will you be able to get it done in time?" Jeanie was feeling hopeless. Her younger sister Cynthia's wedding was Saturday and she only had one week left to get this done. Now she was having a difficult time finding anyone who could finish it before the wedding.

"It's where the well of nightmares of the territory of Wrath is. Humans who fall into this territory are tortured for all eternity, in the worst ways and in the bloodiest ways possible.” I leaned my hands on the bed, projecting my throne forward. The sweater I wore was the only untouched piece I found inside the dusty closets of that room. A strange fabric that fell tight on the body like silk, shiny, which seemed to be woven with water threads. Vraxlon observed the movement, clearly attentive to the way my body was easily modeled on that tight fabric. "I believe I need to have a less oppressive conversation with Tennebris. "And when he nodded, lowering the sword to the side of the body, I c

As the cops slowly walked around the couch, they stood and lowered their hands behind their backs, putting the handcuffs around their wrists. "You can’t arrest me! I am not a criminal!" The man protested. "Tell that to the judge, asshole!" Xander snapped. He took off his wig and tossed it to the floor. It was revealing his blonde hair that made the man open his mouth wide in awe. "So…you are a man." The man said stunned. "You are a cross-dresser." He continued, blinking in disbelief. "Take them out," Xander stated, looking at the men with a lot of disgust in his eyes.

“I don't think they have it here though. Can we go to shop opposite this one?” I'd never been there before. Thought I noticed the odd pull it had, mainly because it only opened at night time. Weird. But when we got in, I confirmed it. “You've got to be fucking kidding me” I muttered when she'd gotten far enough. The shelves displayed everything I embarrassingly knew too much about. From overtly short school uniforms to dresses that wouldn't get you passed daylight without attracting unnecessary attention. The trays held every shape and size of dildos. Even fantasy collections. I'd never seen those kinds before.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

An imaginary cold draft blew on their back adding more details to their desolate picture right now. "Oh geez! What a mess I had made for myself. I know that cross-dressing won't be easy. But I never imagine that I would have to share a room and live with five guys!" [There is nothing we can do about it now little girl. Don't worry you were all total strangers to one another so there is a low risk of being exposed...] But before Nero could even finish his piece, he saw Prince Niccoli making his way to them and he had a feeling that they would not like what will happen next.

I needed to get dressed and be in and out of Professor Calix Eleftherios’ office before some bright-eyed janitor saw me. I grabbed a short flared dress done in a popular African fabric, ankara. The feel of the soft almost-cottony material and its jarringly bright colors was just what I needed right now. I grabbed my white lace bra and the matching panties and tugged them on. Then I pulled the dress over my head and down my body. I shoved my feet in a pair of white converse and grabbed my small leather tote purse. “I’m going,” I announced. Belatedly I reached back into my drawer and grabbed my biggest dildo. I heard Neila gasp in admiration but I ignored her.

It contains sexual content, abuse, and emotional intensity that may not be for every reader. Remember: this is fiction. Names, places, and events are creations of imagination. If any detail bears resemblance to reality, it is purely coincidental. This book is everything, addictive and unforgettable. There is no escape once you step into Dante and Gianna’s world. Gia’s POV They dressed me like I wasn’t even human anymore, just something to be auctioned off. The skirt barely covered my thighs, riding so high it felt obscene. The top was worse, sheer and clinging like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. My breasts pressed against the fabric, nipples visible, as though I was meant

It is a shame that even though she had been so busy with her life these past few months that she hadn't made any new friends in her pack, Alexi decided she needed to rectify that. Alexi saw a dress in the pregnancy department mostly hidden behind some boxes on a hanger. It was beautifully white with gold overtones and a deep V neckline. Alexi ran over and took the dress off the hanger. Taking the dress to try on in the dressing room. Alexi was excited about the dress; she just knew this was the perfect dress. Coming out of the dressing room, she wakes a slumbering Nicolas to check out her dress she had found. He rubs his eyes and focuses on her dress. He loved the V-neck and how full her bos

Really surprisingly my cock was already twitching under my clothes in anticipation. “You’d look good in it,” Seraphiel murmured, holding up a dress like it was harmless. The deal was to roleplay. Play dress up and seduce them. The dress It was soft. Pale. Almost innocent. But I knew better, the sheer fabric would cling to every curve, outlining my hardening bulge and the swell of my ass. It was a lingerie, looked like a cheongsam lingerie. I looked so fragile in it, I thought catching a sight of myself in the mirror.