Crossdressing Books Novels & Stories

I, Audace, have always been a lover of the finer things in life. My passion for the Belle Époque era has led me to cultivate a refined taste for exquisite cuisine, elegant attire, and, of course, the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh. As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation.

It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn. She had come to return a book, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice that her grandmother had gifted her. It was irreplaceable, a piece of her family’s history, and she’d been meticulous about keeping it safe. But in her haste to grab a book on the top shelf, she’d accidentally swapped it with someone else’s. When she realized her mistake, she’d already left the library, and the book she’d taken home was not hers. The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering.

He teased but the deepness in his voice spoke volumes of what he really wanted. I smiled and slowly started unbuttoning my dress keeping his eyes on him still. He was not licking his lips in anticipation and I had never before felt this confident in myself as I was with him. Gorm was showing me sides of myself I’d never known and not just in the bedroom. I finally loosed my dress and allowed it to drop off me and he growled with excitement. I exposed my new satin fire red bra and panties that I had purchased as a bit of a surprise and also my new curiousness to explore my sexines that Gorm made me feel. I grabbed the hair pen out of my hair and let my white curing tendrils fall onto

It wasn't anything new. "Because Kitty, I know I have done it a thousand times before. That though, was different. I had no idea how far was too far. I would never tease any of my brats to the breaking point and bring out knives knowing it was a fetish, that is dangerous. I didn't think it was. I thought you were just so turned on you wanted anything, any sort of pain. Then the one drag of the blade when I finally let it touch you confirmed it. I never have had anyone find knives or swords that much a turn on Kitty that it was clearly a fetish. Alena was Leather, tattoos, things that aren’t dangerous." "God Kitty, I didn't even do it this bad to Alena after years, and you somehow made me the

"The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!" "While the husbands think their wives are studying to cook something, they are actually falling in love with Diego," Andrea said. I remembered the first time I read the "Silk Ladies" series. I was in college and my roommate suggested I read "The Women," and since then I fell in love with that erotic book. I've been following the series ever since. "Wow," Lorenzo murmured after a while. "Is that all?" "Yes Lorenzo, normal sex is simple and if done right it will become even more pleasurable. You can even innovate by lightly introducing your sadom

And for almost as many years I had carried the same secret fantasy: being bent over one of these tables, skirt pushed up, mouth used until I couldn’t speak, while the rare books watched in silence. I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself in daylight. But after midnight, when the building belonged only to me, the fantasy sat closer to the surface. I shifted in my chair, thighs pressing together under the modest black skirt I always wore for work. The movement made the silk of my underwear brush against skin that was already too warm. I ignored it and turned another page. The soft click of the outer door lock made my head lift. Footsteps. Measured. Familiar.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Sky snatched my novel, glanced at the cover, then showed it to his friends. “Oh, look! It's a romance novel,” Josh snickered, and they laughed heartily. They've got a lot of nerve! “Give it back,” I said softly. Oh shit! That didn't come out as planned. I was supposed to sound fierce, like a Mafia boss lady. I'm sure what they heard was just a stupid goat bleating.

Anything to anchor me before I would finally tear my helpless self apart. That was when I stumbled into the wrong part of the bar in my sexual haze. Or maybe the right part. This was a private area which had doors that were left wide open. The music here was different. Deeper. Sensual. And a quick glance around informed me that it was a masquerade party. The bodies moving on the dance floor had faces covered in paint, masks or glitter. The atmosphere was tense. Suddenly, my skin prickled. The hair at the back of my neck stood on end as I felt eyes on me.

I bit my lips softly, leaning my weight back into my dressing chair. I loved lesbian books and p**n so much that I had secretly wanted to be a lesbian adult actor. “Yes Mummy,” the second female lead moaned. Slurpy gliding sound of wet pussies brushing over each other resounded loudly into my ears. I wanted so badly to be a part of this. I sorted my legs high on my table, pushing off the distracting book that laid on my way with my right leg. It landed face down with a loud thud. I didn’t care.