Crossdressing Books Novels & Stories

I walked over on unsteady legs and stopped in front of him, exactly as I had last night. Marcus’s gaze raked over my sundress, lingering on the hem. “Lift it.” I gathered the fabric in both hands and raised the dress to my waist, exposing my simple white panties. The crotch was visibly darker, soaked through from hours of denied arousal. Marcus leaned forward, eyes darkening with satisfaction. One large hand reached out and cupped my mound possessively over the wet fabric. I whimpered, my hips jerking forward into his touch.

The dim light swung to and fro and people jubilated as they danced and rocked. A girl walked in, she had on a dark leather mini-skirt that stopped just a few inches from her thigh, dark fishnet stockings, dark boots and a corset top that squeezed out her titties. Her raven hair lay on her shoulder and her thick succulent lips were smudged with red lipstick. The moment she stepped in, everyone instantly felt her presence and turned to look at her. Some of the girls went green with envy at the sight of the lovely girl while the guys stared in lust and admiration.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Ava shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

Riele stepped into the bridal boutique, her fingers curling slightly around the strap of her purse. The shop was warm and elegant, filled with rows of ivory and pearl-colored gowns. Charlotte walked beside her, carrying Hope in a soft sling across her chest. The little girl was already looking around with wide eyes. Riele let out a quiet breath as she looked around. “So many dresses,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. Charlotte grinned. “You’re about to be a bride, Rie. Don’t rush. Try them all if you want.”

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Presented for him to look at, to touch, to do whatever he wanted with. The thought made me tremble with anticipation and need. I pushed away from the door and walked to the bed on unsteady legs. My hands were shaking as I reached for the zipper of my sundress. I undressed slowly, carefully, folding each piece of clothing and setting it aside even though my hands were trembling. The sundress first, unzipping it and letting it pool at my feet before stepping out of it. Then my bra, unclasping it with slightly fumbling fingers and sliding it off, my breasts bouncing free. Finally my panties, already damp with arousal, sliding them down my legs and stepping out of them.

Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts. That hot Friday night, the apartment’s air conditioning was struggling against the humid heat of the city. Clara sat in the swivel chair of her improvised office, wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already completely soaked and an old, oversized rock band t-shirt that barely covered the lower curve of her round ass. Her heavy breasts swung freely under the thin fabric, dark hard nipples brushing

When I steadied my ragged breathing, I stood up, tugged my dress down, and fetched something to wipe the mess that had spilled on the floor. Afterward I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into a short skirt plus a tank top that revealed my cleavage. One thing about Christian was that he adored me dressing this way, and I loved it too. I would continue wearing it to seduce and grant his sons effortless entry to my cunt. I curled up on the bed and attempted to pass the time by reading a smut novel, into which I became immersed. Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore.