Crossdresser Romance Novels & Stories

Sloane says, pushing Susan towards the door that leads to the room. “Yeah, yeah, colourful clothing makes people brighter.” Susan sluggishly moves ahead of Sloane and says. They seem really happy to hang around each other, and I can't tell why I find their genuine giggles and laughter strange. The door was left open, and a flowery silk material covered the view into the room. I keep looking at it to watch the shadows of both of them as they play around. Sitting still, all I can feel is the void of love and belonging that I sadly feel.

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

He crooned the crude word, watching her flush with arousal. “Francis,” she whispered. “Both… I love both.” “Then take it off.” He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her, his groan one of pure appreciation. “Now.” When she fumbled with the zipper, her hands trembling, he lost patience. He grabbed the neckline and with one brutal, precise motion, tore the dress open from collar to waist. The sound of rending fabric was obscenely erotic. He peeled the ruined garment from her shoulders, revealing a bra of antique lace the color of her skin. He traced a path from the hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, over the gentle swell of her stomach.

Clothes came off in a frantic blur—shirts discarded, pants shoved down and kicked away. Aaron’s mouth moved to Zayden’s neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin while his hand wrapped around Zayden’s hard cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip. Zayden arched up with a sharp gasp, hips bucking into the touch. “Turn over,” Zayden growled, flipping them so Aaron was on his back beneath him. He kissed down Aaron’s chest, tongue flicking over a nipple before continuing lower, trailing wet heat along his abs.

However, they also acted like everything was peachy. That was high society: all glitter on the outside, a total mess on the inside. Nora came down the aisle on her dad's arm, her dress trailing behind her like something out of a fairy tale. However, she was as pale as a ghost, and her smile looked like it hurt. The show got started. The priest was doing his thing. "Francis Davis, do you take Nora Hunter to be your wife?" Francis was silent. He was scanning the crowd instead, looking for someone.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

“Your rivals must hate you tonight.” The man said it with a half smile that didn’t even reach his eyes, envy bleeding through his breath. Adrien didn’t even bother to slow down. He gave him a quick smile, which was gone as soon as it showed and kept on walking. The man’s eyes dropped first. Adrien didn’t need to answer. Silence said more than he ever would. Adrien Cross is thirty two years old and already a self made billionaire. And the youngest CEO of Cross Enterprises. He is mean and ruthless, he didn't even feel the weight of the world he carried it like as if it belonged to him daring anyone to take it back.

Cross spoke out. I didn't notice that he had fully undone my dress. I had no bra on and my nipples were already hardened from the kisses. Cross descended on them with moisted lips. I groaned in excitement. He kept on sucking and gently squeezing my blossom. I felt his lips tracing drown my belly button. His touch gave me a wild shiver. Cross was the master of my body. He knew all the right spots that would turned me on. “I like you too.” I let out a soft whisper fighting the urge not to say the wrong thing.

My hair messy from the girlie dance, skimpy dress jumps up, gripping my soft butt cheeks, with a hand over my mouth I yawn. Ella runs forward in a fine classy dress, screaming in excitement. Lara jumps, arms wide. My shoes dig into the sharp sand as I go to get a hug too. I’m happy for her. Ella is a sweetheart. My scream hangs in the roof of my mouth when a tall, steamy hot figure in a simple white shirt and faded ripped jeans saunters in. Cocky as a god. Hands in his pocket, hairy chest open… Sexy green eyes on me I freeze. Dumb. Damien fucking Gregson!

Cross could feel the growing damp spot on his clothes and he wanted to explore the place that was currently leaking all over him. He walked her over to the couch and dropped her unceremoniously. She squeaked again as her body bounced on the cushions. "That dress doesn't cover anything. Take it off." He demanded while he stared down at her. She pulled the dress over her head, she also shook her braids free of the ponytail she had been wearing. She sat there naked before him, her large breasts sagged slightly and her pussy had a low patch of dark curly hair protecting it from his lecherous gaze. He wanted to take a closer look. He fell to his knees in front of her.