Crossdresser Romance Novels & Stories

Rosalie rolled her eyes got on her feet and went into the bathroom , ignoring Aiden's request for a ' striptease ' , she wasn't in no mood to please a high libido wolf right now . A quick bath , clean clothes and Rosalie came out of the bathroom feeling all sort of relaxed and contented . She was wearing a white halter neck crop top and black shorts , which goes without saying made her look sexy as hell ..He shouldn't have trusted Roxanne , that woman loved to tease and now she made his wife wear something that certainly teased him well . He felt his co*k twitch at the sight of his wife but he shackled the lust coursing through him . " Come with me " he beckoned her and Rosalie sighed follow

His anger was truly boiling, and he shouted fiercely, just before his fist flew towards Velia's driver. * “Whose call is it, Dad?” Angel asked as Ricardo quickly removed his hands from her naked body. He got up and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor. Intending to put on his pants, Ricardo felt Angel's kiss land on his waist. He instinctively moaned and turned his body. Angel blinked once, giving him a seductive look as she crawled naked on the bed. Ricardo succumbed to Angel's temptation. He ran his fingers through her hair and jerked it back, forcing her to look up.

I run out of the car, following him into the store while he chuckles. “This isn’t a game, Axel. You are going to get me in trouble!” “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll be out of here before you even know it!” he replies. Inside the store, a store worker rushes over to welcome us. “Welcome to Eros, where your filthiest imaginations come to life!” she says. She is wearing fishnets and corset that boosts her breasts. When she smiles and winks at Axe, her red lipstick makes her teeth seem whiter.

"Damien Cross's assistant is calling to confirm wedding details. You're Marcus. Don't forget." I took the phone. My hand was sweating. "Hello?" "Mr. Laurent?" A woman's voice. Professional. Clipped. "This is Victoria Chen, Mr. Cross's executive assistant. I'm calling to confirm arrangements for Saturday." "Right. Yes. The wedding." My voice came out wrong. Too soft. I cleared my throat. Tried again. Deeper. "The wedding. Saturday." "Are you all right, Mr. Laurent? You sound different." My heart stopped.

Three impeccably dressed ladies walk in… and then a fourth person, a tall, dark skin, stunning cross-dresser with flawless makeup, glossy lips, and nails so long they could slice through fabric. Behind them, I glimpse three long luggages, pulling in through the door. They all move toward me in perfect, synchronized steps, almost like a runway walk. Then they bow. “Greetings, my lady,” they say in unison. The cross-dresser steps forward, hands clasped dramatically beneath his chin. “The Royal Household sent me to correct your wardrobe,” he announces proudly. Then his eyes widen as he takes me in. “Oh my God… you are so much more gorgeous in real life than in the pictures.”

“Are you nervous?” Riele laughed a little. “About getting married? No. About finding the right dress? Maybe.” They all laughed softly. Hope made a small sound, like a hiccup, and Charlotte shifted her weight. Riele tried on the first dress. It had delicate lace sleeves and a fitted waist. She stepped out from behind the curtain. Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Wow.” Riele turned to the mirror, then shook her head. “It’s pretty, but it doesn’t feel like me.”

And then my wolf’s restraints snaps just the way I hope it would. He shreds my dress off me, revealing my body fully to him, before he picks me up off the ground. I wrap my thighs around him, the hard parts of him, meeting the soft, burning parts of me. But my wolf isn’t the only feral one tonight as I grab onto his hair and pull tight, I force his eyes up to meet mine. Then I give him a brutal kiss after I’m sure I’m the only thing he sees. I can feel the press of his erection against my ass and I torture him further by wiggling my hips into his, his fingers dig into my backside and squeeze tight, as he carries me over to a bed of moss on the forest floor.

It wasn't hard since the cloth was already worn-out and very old. The guy's hand under my leg was already rubbing his disgusting finger on my private part with my pants still on. The cool breeze hit my bare body as they pulled my oversized gown up to reveal both my pants and my naked breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra. "Wow, the slave got banging body. Let's have fun!!" Their voice rang in my head, my nipples played with me, and another spit splattered on my face. I screamed, petrified at what was about to happen to me, shutting my eyes tight as tears streamed down profusely.

Then my door slid open and the maids troops in with their gazes cast down to the floor, clothes on their arms. This was it. Tonight, I wasn't just going to be the Queen of Eldrador, I'm going to be married to four different men of my choosing. And I hope that I make the right choices.

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.