Crossdressing Fiction Novels & Stories

"Fine. But I play to win." Cross's smirk grew as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, cara," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're going to lose so beautifully." With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him onto the bed, sending him sprawling back onto the mattress. He looked up at me, surprise flitting across his features, before his eyes lit up with excitement. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra, desperate to show him that I was in charge now. With a final tug, the garment fell away, my breasts bouncing free. The cool air of the room kissed my s

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

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