Romans & histoires Crossdresser Love Stories

“I’m telling you the truth. It was already too late when I arrived. I came to save your country, but you misunderstood. You thought I was the one who killed your people.” My chest tightened painfully. All this time… I had hated the wrong man. “That bastard.” I clenched my teeth. “I’ll kill him.” “The crown didn’t save him, Alessia. I took his life with the same hands that are holding you now… before I came for you.” The rage in my heart turned into a different kind of fire. I turned around and looked at my War God—the man who had killed a king to keep me. “I love you, Draven,” I whispered.

“What the hell is this?” Rissa hissed, holding up the scrap of fabric Ronan had sent to her room. It was a skimpy, skin tight black silk dress with a back that dipped dangerously low and a slit that reached her upper thigh. It wasn't a dress; it was a provocation. “No married woman in her right mind would wear this,” she muttered, her face heating up just looking at it. It was the polar opposite of the modest, structural gowns Finn preferred.

The bathroom had heated floors. Heated fucking floors. Who the hell needed heated floors? Rich people. That's who. I unpacked my box in three minutes. My sad collection of mismatched underwear and two pairs of jeans looked like a joke in the massive walk-in closet. There was a note on the bed when I turned around. "Wear the dress in the closet. No underwear. -D" I crumpled the note. No underwear? Was he serious? I opened the closet again and found a black gown hanging front and center. It was simple and elegant.

Is that what is called LOVE? ***

Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.

Crossdresser has an out-of-body sexual experience. Enjoy.. ***** My name is Rich and I am a crossdresser. I would prefer to be a transgender, but at this point in my life--married with two grown kids and a grandchild--it's just not in the cards for me. That doesn't stop me from dreaming, however. Several years ago, my wife came home unexpectedly and caught me in my women's clothes. She freaked out and demanded that I get counseling. I truly love Meg, and in order to save our marriage, I agreed.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter032: Secrets unveiled. Tensions are beginning to rise between Mr. Rodrigo and Spencer, as Spencer breaks the marriage between Kara and himself. In a short while, the news was all over New York City. Kara has refused to talk to anyone or see anyone for weeks as she was heartbroken and trying to heal.

I tried to squeeze my thighs close but his grip tightened. “Let me see it” he mumbled, his adam’s apple bobbing, his attention on the teacher… an attention that was too intense. After a second, his hand climbed up, resting just beside my crotch. My cock strained against the zipper, my breathing ragged as I squeezed my pen too tight. I thought it'd end there but the teacher said something making everyone laugh. Derek used the opportunity to undo my zip while I sat there too weak to protest. With the classroom now back to order, the teacher began explaining things I couldn't fathom, I was in another world, heart beating a pace too fast, fear mixed with anticipation…

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

Everyone did. One of the largest corporations in the country. Worth billions, maybe more. "What would someone like that be doing at a charity gala?" Chloe laughed. "Donating money, probably." I shook my head. People like Albert Craig existed in a world I'd only ever seen through television screens and magazine covers. A world of private jets and penthouses. A world where people probably spent more on dinner than I earned in a month. The thought was absurd. And yet... My eyes lingered on the name. Albert Craig.