Crossdress Love Novels & Stories

she said and I turned around facing the wall. A few moments later, I hear her pulling up the zip of her dress. "Now, tell me what are you here for?" She asked when I moved to see her, she was in her nightgown. I breathe in relief. Striding into the room, I stood in front of her, making her took a few steps away from me. "What you and Chris were talking back there?" I questioned she seems confused. "Nothing." "Then why he asked if you love me for not?"

Crimson eyes, ancient and unreadable, watched the chamber below with effortless authority. She wore a fitted black gown embroidered with dark crimson patterns that resembled flowing blood. A long cloak draped behind her, disappearing over the steps of the throne. Beautiful. Elegant. Terrifying. She did not command through fear alone. She commanded because every vampire present knew she had survived long enough to earn it.

The words were simple, direct, and shocked most people. "Listen, listen! By the order of Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, who saved Kaldor and brought back order! His Imperial Majesty, having been miraculously saved from danger by a kind person with great character, has decided to marry this noble person. The maiden known as Liora, who showed amazing kindness and bravery in the Emperor’s worst moments, will be honored and will become the Empress of Kaldor!"

"Wear these, come downstairs after you're ready." After these words, he left the room, for a while I just looked at the door and waited for the sound of the lock to reach my ears, but the door did not lock. I never thought I'd feel better if he didn't lock the door on me; I felt fine. I looked inside the cardboard bag, there were new clothes. He was wearing black waxed trousers, a white square-neck short-sleeved T-shirt, and short white sports socks.

Tell her that if she doesn't come out now, she'd better stay out of my sight forever! "Mr. Shaw, then what should we do with this?" Pete was trembling as he spoke. "Do you seriously need me to teach you how to deal with that? Feed it to the dogs!" … Convinced that I was just being petty and refusing to come out, Zachary made some calls and had someone come to fix the yacht. Eventually, he and Wren made it to Xenas in time for the bonfire festival. Pictures of them wrapped in each other's arms at the festival were posted online, and some people recognized him.

“Seeing you in this dress I want to do everything that the dress says… to TOUCH you.” Rosealba's pussy clamped at the hoarseness of his undertone and she stood motion-fixed, paying attention to every breath that her pussy made. They communicated the desires that her mouth could not as he was hell-grateful for Lina’s choice of outfit for her. Her dress—a handless piece of cosmic night color with a sweetheart neckline had silver crest embroideries that spelled out her desire. “Touch me.” Rosealba’s heart thrummed underneath her chest, suddenly in competition with the way her pussy moved.

The curtain lifted slightly, and Lena felt a whisper of cold air brush against her skin. Her fingers dug into the wall once more. She didn’t see the look in Aaron’s eyes. He had known she was hiding behind the curtain. But he hadn’t expected her to be dressed like that… There was a saying among men—of all the countless things that could be considered alluring, a woman wearing nothing but a man’s shirt was undoubtedly one of them. “Aaron?” Xandra called out when he didn’t move.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, and just as the door handle turned, she dropped the bouquet and bolted back to her flat, shutting the door behind her and pressing her back against it. From the tiny crack of her curtains, Ava watched as Darsh stepped out, glancing around in confusion. His gaze dropped to the bouquet—a beautiful mix of his and Kyra's favorite flowers. He crouched, picked it up gently, and tilted his head as if trying to piece together the mystery. Ava's breath hitched as she took in the sight of him in her favorite outfit—his crisp blue shirt and black pants. God, why does he have to look so perfect? she thought, clutching her chest.

Since her childhood, she was a person who sported short hair and ran around like a man playing. From her teenage days, she lived as an agent cross-dressing as a man, and even after becoming an adult, she was in this shape and state. “Even if I am born again, I think it will be hard to become like Senior Hyo-jin.” “...Ugh, that Red Lady is far too much of a lady, so make sure not to reference her.” Whether the existence named Ju Hyo-jin was quite uncomfortable, Hermann squeezed his brow tightly and looked at LF.

~Lexa’s POV~ "No, the red dress looks better on you than the white one. Plus, it’s a date, not a wedding." Christine wiggled her brows at me mischievously as she shoved the dress into my arms. "Stooop!" I groaned, hugging the dress to my chest. "You’ve been teasing me since you walked into this room." Christine laughed and pulled me into a tight hug. "It’s because I’m so happy for you."