Crossdressing Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

His other friend without warning slams into me from behind and I scream in pleasure. “Ngggggggggh, shit fuuuuuuuuuuuck, yes keep going, fuck me just like that. Yes… yes… oh yes” the guy from behind continues to fuck me senseless as I tug at my breast and watch in daze as Rosa pleasures herself with a vibrator. This scene is so crazy, I had only seen it in p**n sites who would have thought my fantasies would be brought to life just a few days before my wedding. While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch.

But God, the temptation was constant and brutal. I hated how my cock hardened instantly every time she bent over in those short designer dresses, the hem riding up to reveal the curve where her ass met her thighs. I hated the way her expensive perfume lingered in the hallway long after she had passed, wrapping around me like a tease. I hated lying in bed at night, jerking off furiously in the shower while imagining bending her over the marble kitchen island and ruining the perfect little gold-digger she pretended to be. I hated myself for wanting her at all.

I whispered, my breath hot against his neck. "Right here," Dax growled. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing himself. He was huge, pulsing with a secret craving that made my head spin. He didn't use a condom. He grabbed my hips with his rough, scarred hands and lifted me up, then slowly lowered me down onto him.

‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

“No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you” “I don’t want sex, all I ask for is a quickie. Just the tip" She replied, licking his neck lazily as her hand found his buckle. His limp shaft revived immediately and hot arousal shot through him. His hand found her hook and with a little snap, he released her white, huge breasts. He dug his face into them, earning a moan and laugh from Isabelle who stroked his shaft lightly. "Stop, you still haven't agreed" Alessandro moved back slightly and she pouted with a frown, drawing him closer.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.