Novel & Cerita Crossdressing Tales

My freaking underwear! “What the hell!?” I yell, trying to cover my body with my arms, “Where’s, where’s my dress!?” He shrugged, making my blood boil, “Where’s my clothes!?” I snapped. “Left it at the boundary” he answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why!?” “It was dirty and carried your pack’s scent” he said, “Now get dressed or do you want to meet the pack in your underwear?”

In an instance, a group of girls were eyeing him from afar, and he winked naughtily at them, making them squeal. "Well, apparently they made a crossdressing cafe." Adam spilled. "Wow for real, man?" Taylor spoke in shock, his face twisted into a grimace. "Yeah, but they're not crossdressing and all, just wearing wig and some feminine looking outfits. Not that frilly maid outfit like the ones in the comic, yuck." Adam scoffed. The three of them then guffawed. Not long after that, they reached the cafe. The line was very long that they have to separate it into two lines.

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.

For no reason, I got excited. I read the note. ["Wear the red dress in your closet. The mask too. Be ready at 9 PM. -D"] I walked to the closet and found a red dress that barely qualified as clothing. It was sheer in places, cut so low my breasts were practically spilling out, and so short that if I bent over even slightly, everyone would see I wasn't wearing underwear. Because of course there was another note. ["No underwear."] Next to the dress was a black masquerade mask. It looked elegant and mysterious.

My breath hitched and he smirked, obviously enjoying torturing me. “What are you doing Mr Daxton?” I asked, though my words came out as pants. His eyes locking with mine, he grabbed both my thighs, opening my legs and standing between them. Only then did I notice he was shirtless, his overalls were folded on his waist. If this was a different situation, I would have admired his physique.

i left not a shred of evidence that occurred here. i put on my sopping clothes, stinging my freshly whipped body, made sure the coast was clear, and walked out a side door, running as best i could muster to my car… the next day he showed up late like normal; wearing those tight shorts and a white compression shirt, firmly planted on his perfect pecs. walking subtly over to me, his pecs trying to rip through his shirt as he had ripped through me; with a sadistic grin, he hands me a note.

I could feel his tension pouring off him in waves. I felt the heartbeat pounding through his palm where it met mine. That throb of nervous energy. The way his breath caught whenever we passed an open door. The Red Rooms spilled moans into the hallway, full view of a woman gagging around cock with tears running down her cheeks and mascara smudged like war paint. Blue Room—one woman restrained, a man drawing teasing circles on his thighs with a riding crop. Every doorway was a story. Every glance was permission or a dare. And Ryden was seeing all of it.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

"Of course girl. What kind of friend do you think I am?" "A cock crazy slut?" "Wrong! I'm a cock crazy slut who cares about her best friend." As the party progressed Anna and Jenny met their friends. All the girls were dressed as slutty versions of some job while the guys were mostly dressed Dracula. A few of them were dressed as sexy firefighters and there were even a couple minions. Anna stuck out like a sore thumb as she was by far the most covered up. Some joked that she showed less skin than the guys. Jenny would give her a reassuring smile while occasionally fanning her.

I felt my legs start to tremble and my hands tightened on her shoulders as she swirled her hand around several times. "Let's get this cock nice and sticky," she said softly as she once again began stroking me. Her now slick hand felt amazing and I let myself relax back into the couch as she slowly pumped me. Reaching down with her free hand, Miss Ross grabbed the heel of my shoe and pulled it off. "That's a big mistake in your stories Alex," she said as she grabbed my sock along with the cuff of my jeans. "Your clothes vanish; you never say where they go. Details, Alex, details."