Crossdresser Romance Novels & Stories

I simply let him lead the way while I follow. I arched, nipples tight and aching. I reached for him next and yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Next, I reached down and fumbled with his belt until his irresistible cock sprang free, already hard and thick. He shoved my ruined dress off my shoulders completely, leaving me completely naked on the counter. He stood back and his eyes took in my whole figure. From my face to my hardened nipples down to the curve leading to my wet pussy. The way he looked at me was way too seductive. Like he was already fantasizing how he'd claim me slowly.

Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators. Candy was pure p**n-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Both of them were barely dressed, bodies glistening with oil and glitter. “You’ve been staring at us all night, Drew,” Candy purred, pushing me back onto the couch with both hands on my chest. “Time to stop looking and start feeling.”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

Chapter 7: Party Heat CASSANDRA The music hit me like a wave the second I stepped into the crowded frat house. Bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor, red cups everywhere, and the air thick with beer and perfume. I pushed through the crowd, my short black dress riding up my thighs with every step. I needed a drink. Or maybe I needed to forget the weekend at home with Alexander. “Watch where you’re going,” a deep voice said as I bumped straight into a hard chest.

As the car starts to move, his hands slide around my waist, pulling me across his lap. “Mr. Anderson,” I gasp in fake outrage, as I position my knees on either side of his hips. His cock is already hard, pressed against the thin fabric of this fancy dress he bought me. “Why, this is very improper.” I feign a high-brow accent, and he only just manages to avoid laughing as he catches my mouth in another kiss. “Mm, I had the impression that you liked impropriety, Ms. Cross.” “Maybe,” I admit slowly, wriggling my hips against his, so his cock rubs against my pussy. Shit, at this rate, I’ll soak this lacy thong I put on in no time.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Why does he have to say it like that…like this really meant something. Chill out, Nina. It's just dick. My stepbrother's dick. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair. I hate how it curls up when it's wet. “We have bigger problems than your lust, Mr. Cross.” I turn to him. “I still don't have any clothes.” He pushes off the bed and crosses the room to the giant wardrobe. My eyes linger on his back, on how his muscles ripple under his shirt with each movement. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

His black suit couldn’t hide the solid muscle beneath it, and the faint scar running from his temple to his jaw somehow made him look even more intimidating. Dark eyes… Expressionless. The type of face that never smiled because it had forgotten how. “This is Damien Cross,” his manager said. “Former military. Executive protection specialist.” Damien’s gaze swept over Ryan once. He was clad in your typical designer shirt… Bare feet. Coffee mug. No immediate threat. “You look disappointed,” Ryan spoke first, his pearly whites on display. “I expected someone harder to keep alive.” Ruan laughed, a sound so clear and smooth. “Oh, I am going to enjoy annoying you.”