Novel & Cerita Crossdress Tales

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.

“Is that weird?” Jed chuckled. “You’re already wearing my robe. I think we passed weird half an hour ago.” Cordon laughed nervously. “Fair.” Jed pulled out three neatly folded pairs and laid them on the table. All briefs. One gold, one crimson, one dark green with gold trim. Cordon picked up the gold pair and rubbed the fabric between his fingers. “Damn. These feel incredible.” Jed watched him closely. “You wear briefs too?” Cordon’s grip stilled on the waistband. “Yeah. For the gym mostly. Less bounce.”

“Dear Adi, I hope you have received the box as well. It contains a few vials of some common chemicals, but it also includes a cloth. I wish I could tell you about the cloth and its design, but I fear you might be tempted not to follow what I am about to say to you. Now do exactly as I say. Go to the lab. In drawer number five, there is a red liquid. Mix it with an equal quantity of concentrated Hydrochloric Acid. Put it inside the beaker and then add the transparent liquid from drawer seven. You will see bubbles rising. Put the cloth in the mixture while the bubbles are still growing. All my files and research about this cloth are already in self-destruct mode if I do not log in for more tha

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

He wants me to open it so he can see inside. Walking over to the box, I lift the lid, exposing lingerie. It looks like there’s something in every color. “The good stuff,” Cupid says beside me, and I drop the lid, my face turning crimson. I’m not sure why he bought it. One, I’m not allowed to wear panties and two, the tops of my dresses are normally tight enough that I don’t have to wear a bra. Most of them have a built-in bra, and I’m not rocking a ton of boobage as it is.

My breath hitched and he smirked, obviously enjoying torturing me. “What are you doing Mr Daxton?” I asked, though my words came out as pants. His eyes locking with mine, he grabbed both my thighs, opening my legs and standing between them. Only then did I notice he was shirtless, his overalls were folded on his waist. If this was a different situation, I would have admired his physique.

" Though I am guilty to say, it is not a lie. Your skin is also white and it has a beautiful pink color…. Along with the form and tension, it is just so great" "It is shameful to be able to hear praises your own body" "You can get used to it right away" I told Cecil to take off my pants. It is good to take it off by myself, but I thought it would be more interesting if Cecil dyed her face red once again. With her kneeling, she puts her hand on the belt and removes it. When she took off the hook, she pulled it down along with my underwear. "This is Alan-sama's …" Seeing the chest of Cecil along with the combination of her tantalizing lips earlier, the obscene stick swelled completely in a big

They locked the door behind me and left. I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights. “On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.” I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull. He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed between my legs. “Look at you. Already wet for me.”

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She took a deep breath and walked up to her wardrobe. Her wardrobe was full of clothes that would satisfy her father’s idea of “proper.” Tight shorts that hugged but didn’t reveal too much. Swimsuits that left nothing to the imagination, blouses and skirts that spoke of good upbringing. She slid the doors aside and ignored them all. Instead, her hand dipped into the drawer at the bottom. She pulled out a small lace panty that would barely cover her ass. Holding it up, she smirked. This was the opposite of what her father wanted. It wasn't the shorts her father thought she would wear. This one would leave the swell of her ass cheeks exposed.