Crossdresser Romance Novels & Stories

Chris took the cards and led a blushing Paige away. Chris swiped the room card at the door, and the door opened to reveal a room bathed in red. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the room was designed in an antique style with rich, vivid brown tones. The centerpiece was an antique-style large bed, adorned with white silk sheets. A woman's white bridal outfit was neatly placed on the side. Although described as a white bridal outfit, it consisted of a short, sheer white sleeping gown, a white garter, and a white veil.

He bucked subtly, chasing the stretch, tears pricking his lashes from the intensity. When he was ready, loose and begging with silent pleas, I fitted the condom on myself, slicked my cock, and positioned myself at his entrance. I pushed in inch by inch, savoring the drag, his heat enveloping me completely. “FFuck, Elliot,” I groaned softly, bottoming out, our hips flush. His nails dug into my shoulders, a stifled cry swallowed by my kiss, deep, consuming, our tongues sliding as I started to move. The pace was unhurried, sensual rolls of my hips grinding deep, hitting that spot inside him over and over. I kissed his neck, sucking marks that appealed to something deep within me, whispering pra

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

I walked straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I had my bath and dressed up fancy, I sat opposite the mirror and brought out Ana's makeup kit, not a thing I do everyday, but whenever I wanted to meet up with Sammy, make-up became one of my thing. He loved it when I dress up like a doll, he would say I look classy, and sexy like a TV model. I could pass on as one but damn, I got rejected from every audition I had. It was all about connection, when it comes to starting a career as a model. I did everything right, and the last one I made it through to the final stage of selection, the producer wanted to have sex with me. Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done

He stood and stretched his hand, the muscles in his arms bulged against the expensive fabric of his crisp white shirt, Rosa's eyes travelled down the length of his body, drinking in every inch of his tall, muscular frame, jax was a weasel by comparison. Axel strode around the desk and shut the door, he swung around to face rosa and held out his hand. “I take it you have what I asked for?” “Y-yes.” Rosa briefly closed her eyes, she hated her voice for betraying the fear and excitement that coursed throughout my body, with trembling fingers she passed the small sodden heap to him, axel opened them up and examined her panties closely before lifting them to his nose, his smile was all predator a

Madden Cruz is tasting wine off my body and I think I am going to die. A wanton cry climbed out of my throat, rising from low and broken into something loud and shameless that bounced off every wall of his bedroom. My whole body tightened and my thighs locked around his head and he kept going right through it until I was shaking and breathless and entirely undone against his sheets. He raised his head. He looked at me laid out and trembling in front of him and licked his lips slowly, his expression carrying the particular satisfaction of a man who had just finished something very good.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

I’m soaked through. Other men on the app tried. I saw endless dick pics, grainy videos of stroking, crude demands to “show titty nun.” None of them did this. None made my body betray me so completely. Only his words. Only the promise of his voice growling in my ear, only the fantasy of his thick huge cock splitting me open while I sobbed prayers into his neck. I wonder what his dick looks like. Thick? Veined? Curved just enough to hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes? I wonder how his come would feel painting my scar, beautifying my face, marking it as his instead of a surgeon’s mistake.

I tell him, pulling his back to me; pushing my lips against his. His passion grows, Croxus also coming up to claim his mate. As the clothes come off and our bodies come together, the room is filled with love and passion. His mouth reclaiming my neck, marking me again as his hand gently massaging me as the throbbing between my legs grows. I rub my hands over his body, needing him inside me. He soon enters me; slowly moving as we express our bond.

Unfortunately Jeff lost his wife last year, I think having the coffee shop keeps him from feeling lonely. Walking out of the coffee shop, Carrie spotted a dress in the window across the road. Her eyes lit up as soon as she spotted it, it was a long red flowing dress which sat off the shoulders, it had a split up the right leg which would look perfect on Carrie as she had the most beautiful figure with long legs. In-fact we had similar body shapes although Carrie was much more confident in her body than I was in mine. We often got compared to as sisters as we were quite similar in size, with a slim face, high cheek bones and a nose which curled up a little at the end. The only significant di