Crossdressing Fiction Novels & Stories

She could feel how hard he already was through the heavy fabric of his work pants. He broke the kiss, turned her again, and bent her forward over the warm hood. The metal was still holding engine heat. Dex shoved the dress higher so it bunched under her arms, leaving her bare from the waist down under the fluorescent light. He dragged two thick fingers through the wetness between her thighs, then pushed them inside her with a single firm stroke. The wet sound of it was clear and filthy against the quiet of the closed garage. He worked her with his hand in deep, exact movements, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit while his other hand stayed planted on the small of her back, holdin

“YOU want to cross dress ME?” “It’s not about the cross dressing. It’s about you dressing up for me. To please me, to look sexy for me. Unfortunately, males are rather limited in what kind of lingerie is designed for them, women have a far greater and honestly far sexier range to choose from. I don’t particularly see why clothing should have an assigned gender either, especially when worn in the bedroom. In here, it’s just you and I. No one else. We can do as we please, whatever our fantasies and desires dictate.”

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

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.

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

“The one where he snaps.” Evander typed furiously as she stripped, then bent her over the vanity. He took her hard from behind, one hand fisted in her golden hair, the other between her legs. The mirror reflected their joined bodies—her breasts swaying, his face twisted with raw need. “Mine,” he growled, the word slipping out unbidden. Elowen met his gaze in the reflection, pushing back against him. “Then make me believe it.” He did, pounding into her until they both shattered. But as they caught their breath, Evander felt the line dissolving faster. Reality and fiction were bleeding together, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop the hemorrhage.

The fiery redhead model stood beside her, beautiful and confident, wearing only lingerie. Catherine looked Kane up and down. “So this is the detective you can’t stop fucking, he’s hot.” Vera pulled Kane into the bedroom. “Watch first.” Vera and Catherine kissed deeply, hands roaming each other’s bodies. They moved to the bed, where Vera pushed Catherine down and buried her face between the redhead’s legs. “Oh fuck, Vera,” Catherine moaned loudly, hips grinding against Vera’s tongue. “Eat my pussy just like that.” Kane watched, cock rock hard, as the two women devoured each other. Vera licked Catherine’s clit while fingering her, making the younger woman scream.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.

Zelda scrolled, her free hand wandering back between her thighs, fingers slipping through the sticky remnants Jax had left behind. The cool screen contrasted the heat building under her touch as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, still hypersensitive from his earlier tease. Each ping of a new message sent a jolt through her, turning the digital voyeurism into foreplay. *Fantasy: Bent over the pool table, skirt up, fucked by the biker gang in the corner,* one read. Zelda's breath hitched, imagining it the rough green felt against her palms, multiple hands gripping her hips, cocks taking turns. Her fingers plunged deeper, mimicking the rhythm, the wet sounds filling the quiet room again. A