Novel & Cerita Crossdress Storys

He said his girl friend hadn't worn her set yet and it was nice to see it on someone and asked me to take off my t shirt which I did. I was trembling nervously. I have cross-dressed for years and no one has ever seen me dressed. He asked if he could touch the satin and I anxiously said yes and my cock began to swell. he placed one hand on my back and slid it up and down and in circles and said "I love the feel and look of satin, it drives me wild." He hand slid down to my butt cheeks and I shivered. Then he reached over with his other hand and slid it across my stomach and up my chest and used to fingers to tease my nipples. I almost melted. By now, my cock was pushing the tap panties straig

"Don't try anything funny, okay? Some of the girls are still underage." She nodded vigorously with a wide smile. To our surprise, no one stopped us. I guess it was because they saw my VIP pass, or that they probably thought Karmen was one of the models. Elise was quite a familiar face that everyone just smiled at her as they passed by. Everything went smoothly. We got into the dressing room again. Girls walked around the place in their sexy underwear. "Oh my ovaries," Karmen breathed as she looked at them. "This is how lesbians get pregnant."

I felt my legs start to tremble and my hands tightened on her shoulders as she swirled her hand around several times. "Let's get this cock nice and sticky," she said softly as she once again began stroking me. Her now slick hand felt amazing and I let myself relax back into the couch as she slowly pumped me. Reaching down with her free hand, Miss Ross grabbed the heel of my shoe and pulled it off. "That's a big mistake in your stories Alex," she said as she grabbed my sock along with the cuff of my jeans. "Your clothes vanish; you never say where they go. Details, Alex, details."

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

They could only be present for cheering on the racers, which was why I have to cross-dress. As soon as the clock struck 12, I got up and tiptoed towards Krystal’s room. Only after I was sure that she was fast asleep did I go back to my room. I removed a small suitcase that hadn’t been opened in a long time from the closet. Inside were some male clothes I had purchased years ago. I took out black pants and paired it with a black tee. Because I have a curvy bust, I needed to wrap it with three to four layers over to make it appear flat.

Fuck that. I swing my legs out of bed, the coolness of the floor snapping me into motion. I throw open the closet and pull out the tightest black top I can find—low-cut, unapologetic. I shimmy into my black dress and strap on my red-bottom Louboutins with enough force to make the heel snap. But it doesn’t. Shame. Would’ve been poetic. If I’m going to be Nathan Cross’s pet project, I’m going to bleed him for it. One dollar at a time.

Riele said, walking out of the room. Justin gave Madison her dress to wear, it was a white long gown with a split at the front that stops on her thigh. He also gave her a red shoe to go with it. He gave Jay a red suit and a white shirt with black shoes to go with it. After he was done dressing them up, Chloe, the makeup artist came to do her magic on their faces and their hair. Jay was looking so handsome and Madison was beautiful. "Tell Riele we are ready," Justin told Chloe. Chloe went to get Riele who was chatting with Charlotte.

Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed. She hesitated for a long time before hitting “match.” That same night, she matched with someone. Damien. His profile was simple: Damien Cross, 34 Kinks: CNC, kidnapping/roleplay, heavy dominance, ownership, rough sex, breeding talk, marking, aftercare. They started chatting. At first, it was cautious. Then it became intense. Damien: You said you like being taken against your will. How real do you want it to feel? Elena: As real as possible. I want to be scared. I want to feel like I don’t have a choice… but I also want a safe word.

Two months later, there was a new development in Victoria's case. Daniel told me that by tracing international bank transfers, the police confirmed Victoria had indeed drained the brand's accounts of a massive sum, totaling four million dollars. Part of that money was startup capital Alex Fashion had set aside for a new product line. The other part was from a loan he’d taken out, using his studio and home as collateral. Victoria's scam was brilliant, in a twisted way.