Crossdressing Fiction Novels & Stories

Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music. I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes. One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering. Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head. ''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear. The man lets out a loud laugh. ''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

The bra barely covered my nipples, the lace so thin my dark areolas were visible. The g-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Lisa wore a matching set in deep red,her bra pushing her big tits up, nipples almost spilling out, the thong riding high on her hips. We helped each other dress. Lisa adjusted my bra straps, her fingers brushing my skin. “You look so fucking sexy,” she whispered, kissing my shoulder. I helped her with her low-rise jeans, the waistband sitting so low it showed the top shelf of her fat ass. I slipped on a short black dress that barely covered my butt, then a long leather jacket to hide everything from school security.

I rose from my bed, searching through my drawer for something thin, my pulse racing as I scavenged for anything that I could push into my ass. For the longest, it has been my desire to fill up my hole and fuck myself brutally while imagining it a rough stud doing me hard. Finally, my eyes landed on the thin can anti-perspiration spray and cloth pins, I grabbed them quickly, finding the petroleum jelly rubber and jumping back on my bed. I clipped my nipples with the pins and grabbed my cock in my hand, searching for another video.

The next morning Jax left early for work, kissing me quickly on the forehead before disappearing out the door. I waited until I heard his car pull away, then slipped into something that left almost nothing to the imagination — a backless black dress so short it barely covered the bottom curve of my ass. No bra. No panties. Just smooth skin and bad intentions. I walked straight to Alex’s room. He was lying on his bed in nothing but gray sweatpants, propped against the headboard, eyes glued to his phone. The moment I stepped inside, I heard it — the unmistakable wet sounds of a woman moaning, getting fucked hard. I smiled, slow and knowing.

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.

"And now I'm worried about how you know this information." "What you don't know about my past won't hurt you." Mary flipped a hand through the air. "So, let me tell you. Blackmailing someone means they need to be in situations that they’re embarrassed about. If the pictures with him looking like a drunk won’t work, this bra will.” Mary’s grin widened. “We’ll make it look like he wears women’s delicate underwear.” “Absolutely not!” Nicole’s voice rose before she realized she needed to whisper. She scowled at her friend and lowered her voice again. “You have a warped mind, Mary. I don't want the tabloids to think he is a cross-dresser or something.”

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

What does her noble behaviour say about me? Shakespeare’s Rosalind was a possibility, but for the future. Her cross-dressing was an activity that would require serious research, and my itch needed scratching sooner rather than later. My eye spots Mademoiselle de Maupin, Gautier’s most successful novel. This is a woman to copy. She appears, dressed as a man. She causes her friend Rosette and Rosette’s lover to fall in love with her. It is a complicated triangle, involving homosexual and heterosexual affairs. Rosette falls in love with de Maupin, as a man, but is really entering a lesbian affair, while Rosette’s lover, d’Albert, believes he is entering a gay relationship, but it is actually he

He was handsome as a man and stunning as a woman. Wide-eyed, Jasmine gazed at Larissa for a moment. She took a deep breath and sincerely said, "Larry, you look beautiful even in women's clothing!" So, it was just cross-dressing? This showed that Larry was unconventional, carefree, and had character. It was totally fine for him to cross-dress! Larissa was puzzled. "Huh?" She was no longer deliberately imitating a male voice but spoke in her original voice. Jasmine was stunned when she heard Larissa speak.