Crossdressing Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

“That’s nice of you... I guess. But what happened to my clothes? And you moved me in here just because I fell asleep?” “Yes, because you fell asleep. And also because I could sense that you were truly wanton the moment you stepped in here.” Gordon flexed his pecs. “You see, I’m always here.” Gordon reached out and grabbed the elastic hem of Jeffina’s underwear. They tore easily as the man tugged them downwards. She was now completely naked from the waist down, legs spread and fully exposed. She wondered what he had in mind. Her question was about to be answered, as the man kneeled on the edge of the bed and propped Jeffina’s legs up on his very wide shoulders.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I left the club on shaky legs, ass throbbing, body covered in blood smears and bite marks, cum still leaking down my thighs into my jeans. I had come here for a story about underground fighting. Now I was the fighter’s personal cage slut — bent over, bred, and marked every single night. And I could not wait for tomorrow.

There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an agent is the main character, [Submit to Me! Then there is the romantic comedy story of Gyeongshin, a genius composer who returned for the fourth time and became an amnesiac pregnant woman, [The Boss and His Sly Baby-Mama] Also, the story of Raisin, who goes from a cross-dressing servant to a swordmaster and a great archmage, [The Tale of the Beastly Archduke’s Obsessio] There is a regression revenge romance of a fighter pilot who picked up a genie from a lamp and became a main character inside a romance fantasy, [Revenge Reboot: My Seductive Elf]

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Colette walked back to her chair, her eyes dark, her lips parted. "Come here," Colette commanded. Claire pushed herself away from the desk, her legs unsteady, and took a tentative step. "No," Colette snapped, her voice cold and absolute. "Kneel and crawl to me." Claire’s eyes widened, but she didn't argue. She dropped to her knees, the cold carpet rough against her skin, and began to crawl across the floor. She crawled like an animal, her head down, her heart racing. When she reached the chair, Colette turned, hiked up her own habit, and spread her legs wide, revealing lace-topped stockings that seemed wildly out of place in the holy office.

“Since we are going to get you panties and stockings, I think we’re going to get some bras too, and some wobbly-bobbly silicone breast pads.” After paying for the clothes we fitted at the counter, we left the shop and went to the lingerie department. Victor dragged me all around the store choosing sets and sets of bras and panties, and eye fitting them on me right in front of all the ladies. Believe it or not, even if I agreed to do this crossdressing thing, I was still capable of feeling embarrassed. Really. Victor picked a few sets of them with laces he liked, which match with the clothes we bought earlier. He pulled me to the fitting room and I tried everything on again.

she retorted, reaching for his tie and loosening it fully. Felix's eyes darkened. "I look forward to discovering all of them." His mouth descended to the swell of her breasts while his hands pushed her skirt higher, revealing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Christ," he muttered appreciatively, fingers tracing the lace tops. "Were you planning this, Wendy?" "I always dress for myself," she replied, working the buttons of his shirt open to reveal tanned skin and defined muscle. "But I may have imagined this scenario once or twice."

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.