Novel & Cerita Crossdressing Fiction Stories

The fantasy made me so wet I was almost certain I would leave a mark on the chair. After dinner Jack suggested drinks on the back patio. I excused myself to the kitchen under the pretense of getting water. The moment I was alone I pressed my back against the counter and slipped one hand under my dress. I was soaked. My fingers slid easily through the wetness. I rubbed my clit in tight circles and bit my lip hard to stay quiet, imagining it was Richard’s hand instead of mine. Imagining him behind me, chest pressed to my back, two fingers pumping into me while he told me what a filthy girl I was for getting this wet over him. I pulled my hand away before I could come. Not yet. Not while he was

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

Soft jazz mingled with the low hum of conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of thousand-dollar champagne flutes. **Damien Cross**, 34, stood near the windows with a glass of aged whiskey in hand. Tall and powerfully built, his broad shoulders filled out his tailored black shirt perfectly. Sharp jawline, piercing dark eyes that missed nothing, and the quiet confidence of a self-made tech mogul who had built an empire from nothing. On paper, he had everything—wealth, power, women throwing themselves at him. Yet tonight, the restlessness gnawed at him. The same polished conversations, the same empty flirtations. He needed something real. Something raw.

Chapter 2: Running From the Ruthless Mafia Lord and Colliding with Another "Will it hurt?" Farrah asked, followed by a small whimper. How did things turn out this way? She was just a simple college student trying to make ends meet by working part-time when her mother forced her to wear revealing clothes and sold her. And now she's in a stranger's bed—no, not an ordinary stranger but a Mafia Lord at that. She only heard of them from movies and books, and she knows how dangerous they are. She never thought she'd be in this situation.

Their perfume mingled in the air with the scent of champagne. When Anna Holland stepped in, she turned heads instantly. Her red dress was very unique and beautiful. The fitted top and flowing skirt suited her perfectly. The way the golden embroidery was stitched on it, was proof enough that a genius made it. It was the creation of Scarlet Fashions, guided by Sylvania’s hands. “Is she the queen of the Gala?” Someone whispered. “That dress is from the books. Only legends wear it.” Another added. Anna lifted her chin with pride, and she smiled. Conversations continued as she passed; even the most seasoned moguls paused in their discussions to steal a glance. The cameras from the press clicked r

By evening, I was too restless to go home, so I gathered a few files and decided to find a café where I could lose myself in work. As I passed Central Park, my thoughts returned to him, circling the same question again and again, what if I had spoken up sooner? What if I had not waited for the perfect moment that never came? Then something in a nearby shop window caught my attention. A sign read: EXPLORE YOUR INNER ESSENCE: TOTAL TRANSFORMATION STUDIO Beneath it, in smaller print: Professional services for cross-dressing, gender expression, and personal transformation. I stared at the display. Two mannequins stood side by side, one dressed in a sharp suit, the other in a flowing gown. Their

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

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.