Novel & Cerita Crossdress Tales

“And... what are you wearing?” He slowly stood up, revealing a visible erection in black boxer briefs. Jesus Christ! I swallowed because I did not know Remy was that hung. The print was thicker than I imagined. “Just boxers. You like them?” I nodded, unable to say anything else. He watched as my eyes lingered there. His hands followed, stroking his length outside of his boxers. I let out the smallest of gasps, feeling my pussy tense at the sight of him. “When’s the last time you touched yourself, Rene?” Remy asked me, nearly word-for-word to Nathan’s inquiry weeks before.

“Croissants. From the place that pretends they’re from Paris.” “Bless you,” I muttered, taking one. Lila perched on the arm of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “So… I woke up to your face all over my feed again. It’s giving ‘star-crossed scandal sequel.’” I groaned. “Please don’t start.” She grinned. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying — the man looked like a walking heartbreak out there. You could feel the tension through the photos.”

The box also contained a pair of white, patent-leather high-heels. The letter was at the bottom of the box. She unfolded the singie sheet of paper and read the italic script. All was revealed. avid’s fantasies had always followed a pattern. They featured two themes, which Clare recognised from her own extensive reading on the subject of sexual behaviour. The first was what the books liked to call submission. He wanted her to dominate him. The second was an element of transvestism. David liked to wear women’s clothes, more precisely, their underwear. Whether this was a separate strand of his sexuality or part of his desire to be submissive, Clare did not know or care. But it was there. She ha

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

Such brazens acts were expected for the next two nights. ‘Can’t they get themselves a private room?!’ Camilla suddenly felt uncomfortable and she hurriedly went to close the windows. And not before she caught sight of the bare bodies in the courtyard, their skins glistening from the reeling light of the balefire. ‘Wow! Such an eerie way to populate.’ “Though, you might change my mind,” said the prince. She headed back to the bedroom bench where she had been sitting, as she kept throwing him a hopeful look.

They were stripped of their clothes, their hair matted and wild, with nothing but thin, sheet-like rags wrapped around their bodies. At the sight of me—or rather, the man standing over me—some of the women cringed back in terror, while others stared with glazed, vacant eyes. Their minds were clearly broken. Some simply lay back on the straw and spread their legs with mechanical indifference. My legs went weak, and I felt like I was about to collapse onto the straw. Raul hadn't been joking. He had truly sold me. As I looked at this living hell, the horrific reality finally shattered whatever denial I had left.

Tangled- Book 5 of The Dark Fairytales (An Erotic Retelling of Rapunzel) Trapped in a huge castle from birth by her mother, Rapunzel itches for the taste of the land beyond it. When a petty thief, Noah tells her to drop her hair, she's intrigued by his masculine features and becomes desperate to flee from her obsessive mother. When she finally does, she's thrown into a world filled with passion and with the clock ticking, she struggles to hide from her mother and pursue her innermost ambitions- ride a cock.

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

Celeste Reyes stood near the edge of the crowded art gala, her curvaceous body wrapped in a tight red dress that showed off her breasts and wide hips, her long dark wavy hair fell over her shoulders as she watched Dara Lang move through the room like she owned every inch of it. “This is my moment”. She thought. Dara Lang, the elegant rich heiress with sleek platinum blonde hair and piercing ice-blue eyes, stopped in front of one of Celeste’s paintings, Celeste took a deep breath and walked straight toward her.

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.