Crossdresser Romance Novels & Stories

But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not? I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress. One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store. When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas. Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval. And I do a little twirl. "Good, let's go."

Sliding into the bed, she got a whiff of the cologne Cruz wore on his pillow and grimaced, shoving it away from her. She wasn’t angry at him, per se, but rather this catastrophic mess she was getting deeper and deeper pulled into. Moreover, in a true trope of a romantic story she herself couldn’t have written any better, this wedding farce was a smack to her own face and sensibilities. She was literally doing a fake wedding, to a bossy, jealous CEO billionaire, to appease the father of the groom. If nothing screamed romance novel like her current situation, then she was in the wrong damn profession.

Soft jazz mingled with the low hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of thousand-dollar champagne flutes. **Damien Cross**, 34, stood near the windows with a glass of aged whiskey in hand. Tall and powerfully built, his broad shoulders filled out his tailored black shirt perfectly. Sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes that missed nothing, and the quiet confidence of a self-made tech mogul who had built an empire from nothing. On paper, he had everything—wealth, power, women throwing themselves at him. Yet tonight, the restlessness gnawed at him. The same polished conversations, the same empty flirtations. He needed something real. Something raw.

I bit my lips and looked down at the floor. Am I really going to share the room with Ryan? Mr Popular. Mr S3x freak. Oh, geez! How do we share the bed? Am I really going to sleep on it? Oh, heavens. I can't believe im married I'm married to this guy. I walked few steps further into the room. Then a thought suddenly niggled at me. Oh, God! My dress. How do I unzip it? My hand wouldn't be able to reach the zipper. Who's gonna help me with it?

Long dark hair loose over a tight red dress, the kind that dared you to stare. “Finally alone,” Cassian growled, yanking Brielle against him. Their mouths crashed together, hungry, hands everywhere. His worked her dress up her thighs. She moaned, nails digging into his hair, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss, eyes burning. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since Nyxara introduced us.” He spun her around, yanked down the zipper, and let the dress fall. Brielle stood there in black lace, curves on full display. Cassian smacked her ass, hard enough to echo, and she gasped, arching against him.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Alexa stood up and walked to the door but I vampire sped and blocked her way. “Where to?” I asked, yanking her into my arms as I sped back to the bed. “You said you needed to be Al…..” I crashed my lips against hers as she moaned, pulling me with my hair closely as my fangs came out, nibbling her lower lip. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I moaned as my clothes came off, leaving me in my pantalets and satin shoes. Gosh…….is he about to…..oh my God.

“Bro, it does not have to be so obvious that you’re courting her. You can do it discreetly that she would be caught unaware that you’re slowly getting into her. You don’t have to court her the old - fashioned way with flowers and all that..just do it suavely. Just like what you did last Sunday. It is a casual thing which can be taken as a date or not. You just have to show her the real you and what you can offer her. “ his sister explained. “Stop playing cupid!” I stopped her. “ I am not. I’m just trying to show you what is just right in front of you. Destiny led you to each other. Take a chance.” she convinced him. “ You’re weird! How’s the COVID situation there?” I asked about trying to c

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

She raised her arms and as she did so, it accentuated her curves, making her resemble a goddess. She reached for Daario's shoulders and began to undress him as he caressed her soft skin. Daario was quickly freed from restrictive garments, and he began to touch her quivering body fueled by passion and lust. They softly kissed and touched with the highest of pleasure that not even a brothel whore from Kingslanding ever could have provided.