Crossdresser Love Stories Novels & Stories

he said with a wicked grin. Inside was a delicate set of black lace lingerie, a tiny bralette and matching thong. “Wear this under your uniform next week,” he told me. “I want to unwrap you again.” I kissed him deeply, already excited. We left the motel as the sun was starting to set. I walked a little funny, his cum still leaking into my panties with every step. He walked me most of the way home, stealing one last kiss before we parted. I was already counting the hours until I could be his again.

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“I want to fuck you properly. Come with me.” She didn’t give me time to fix my clothes. She just yanked my dress down enough to cover my ass and dragged me through the party, her hand possessively on the back of my neck. A few people gave us curious looks, but Lena didn’t care. She led me down a narrow staircase to a dimly lit storage room at the back of the building — probably used for party supplies. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels.

I stood at the door to the private room, watching silently. Cassidy had already discarded the thin veil she'd worn, revealing the black lingerie beneath. She was straddling Bruce, accepting his kisses. Trevor had undone a few buttons on his shirt, his eyes slightly glazed with drunkenness, yet he stared at the two people kissing across from him, his gaze heavy. The kiss ended, and Cassidy slumped in Bruce's arms. The room erupted in laughter. "Well done! Cassidy has accepted her defeat like a sport!" one of the men cheered.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Lyric I barely slept. My body kept remembering how Dominic’s cum felt on my ass yesterday. I wanted all of him inside me today. No more teasing. No more stopping. I wanted crazy, dirty, sweaty sex. I put on the smallest outfit I had… a loose crop top with no bra and tiny shorts that barely covered my pussy. I waited in the elevator, already wet between my legs. When Dominic stepped in, his eyes went dark immediately. “Today’s the day,” I told him straight up. “I’m not playing anymore. I want your cock deep in my pussy.”

“Suspicious is better than him thinking he has a shot with you. While my cum is still running down your legs.” He hiked my dress up again and pushed two fingers back inside me. I moaned into his mouth. “Alexander… fuck. Dad was right there. He could have seen the bed. Or maybe seen us.” “But he didn’t.” Alexander pumped his fingers faster, curling them. “And you loved the risk again. Your pussy is gripping me so tight right now.” I unzipped his jeans and pulled him out, stroking his hard length. “You’re obsessed. Brady is just a friend.”

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.

A emerald green backless dress that showed the curve of her spine. Every time she came out, Alexander would pull her close, whisper filthy things in her ear, and run his hands over her body while the saleswoman pretended not to notice. “You look like pure sin in that one,” he growled when she wore a tiny white dress with a slit almost up to her hip. “I want to bend you over right here.” Meera was dripping by the fifth dress. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric, and her thighs pressed together desperately. “I need to use the restroom,” she whispered, voice shaky.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”