Novel & Cerita Crossdresser Love Stories

"Well? Still think I'm suffering from erectile dysfunction?" My cheeks flushed as I glared at him. "You're obviously fine, so why were there such rumors about you?" He let out a chuckle before saying, "Because you're the only one who turns me on. So, you're the only one who knows the truth now." Then, he kissed me again. I melted into him once more. … A few days later, Bryson took me to pick out a wedding dress. Just as we arrived at the bridal boutique, I spotted Declan standing nearby, holding a large bouquet of red roses.

They unbound me, lifting me to stand, and formed a circle, each woman taking turns kissing me, fingering me, sucking me, their hands and mouths a relentless tide. The leader produced a final toy, a clitoral stimulator with multiple heads, pressing it against me as they all touched me—fingers in my pussy, ass, and mouth, tongues on my skin—driving me to a final, earth-shattering climax, my scream muffled by their kisses. We collapsed, entwined on the mat, the ballroom silent but for our ragged breaths, the Crimson Masquerade’s mastery a sacred bond etched in our flesh, the night a testament to our shared ecstasy as dawn broke over the horizon.

The ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and fake smiles. Isabella stood beside Damien in her custom white gown, the silk so thin it clung to every curve like a second skin. Cameras flashed as guests toasted the “love story” of the year. No one knew the truth—this was a cage dressed in diamonds. Damien’s large hand rested possessively on the small of her back, fingers slipping under the low-cut fabric to stroke the bare swell of her ass.

He tasted like wine and him. “I love you so fucking much,” he murmured against my lips. “I love you too, baby,” I whispered back. His hand slid down my thigh, warm through the thin fabric of my dress. He squeezed once, then higher, his fingers tracing the slit until he found bare skin. I gasped when he pushed the dress aside and slipped inside my panties. His fingers brushed my clit slowly and teasingly. Then, he dipped lower, sliding through my wetness. I broke the kiss. “We’re on the road,” I said, glancing around. The street was quiet, but still… cars with these annoying headlights could pass. Anyone could see.

It didn’t matter that she had seen him in various events – work or not – every time she saw Dominic Fitz, something in her always froze. He was taking to a white old man and a young blonde woman dressed in blue pantsuit. He was dressed in a tuxedo and Maeve couldn’t help but think of how handsome he actually looked. She hated that he was attractive. She also hated that she was attracted to him. Why couldn’t he be an ugly duckling? Why were terrible people always so hot? He turned slightly and his eyes met Maeve’s. For a minute, Maeve felt like her body was on fire as the both of them locked gazes. She hurriedly pulled her gaze away from his, cursing under her breath. Why was she staring at h

🌹Damien🌹 I never cared much for weddings. They were nothing but elaborate performances, a way for the wealthy to show off their influence while pretending love had anything to do with it. My own wedding would be no different. It was a transaction, a merger disguised as romance. And yet, as I watched Aurora in that dress, something unsettled me.

Nonetheless, when Reynold's company faced financial problems years ago, I went everywhere to meet potential investors, trying to secure enough funding to help him through the crisis. I worked late nights preparing proposals and drafting contracts, often too busy to eat, which led to serious stomach problems. I had also gone through endless fertility treatments, my arms covered in bruises from hormone injections, all because I wanted to give us a child. Despite all this, I could not keep any of our five babies, and my body had ballooned up, growing heavier and uglier. It was no wonder he did not like me anymore. The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly.

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xander said. "I don't and I never will. Don't mind me saying but you are just a Playboy and playboys like you don't fall in love. I see no reason for you to fall for a crossdresser , a guy like me, just when did all of these stary, I agree we managed to end the enmity between us but that doesn't give you the right to fall for me, Period." Clyde said and left angrily. "Wow, that was harsh." xander said before he smirks.

The entire town had come despite the scandal. Some out of curiosity. Others out of genuine affection. Because Craneford had slowly grown protective of them both. The lonely widow. The outcast lord. In a two-person society, people discarded finding love in the quiet corners of the world. When Arabella finally reached the altar, Edwin immediately took her trembling hands into his. Warm. Steady. Safe. “You are breathtaking, Rose,” he whispered. Her cheeks warmed instantly. “And you are staring again, Ahkeemi.” A faint smile touched his mouth.