Novel & Cerita Crossdressing Tales

My hands shook as I slit the seal with a butter knife. “Club Noir cordially invites you to the Annual Auction of Submission. January 15th. Mask required.” I read it four times before the words actually sank in. Then I read it a fifth time, and a sixth, until the elegant script blurred. My stomach twisted so hard I had to sit down on the floor, back against the cabinets, knees drawn up to my chest. I had heard the stories for years. Dancers and writers and photographers, all of us drowning in the same swamp of debt and disappointment, whispering the same name: Alexander Kale.

The fiery redhead model stood beside her, beautiful and confident, wearing only lingerie. Catherine looked Kane up and down. “So this is the detective you can’t stop fucking, he’s hot.” Vera pulled Kane into the bedroom. “Watch first.” Vera and Catherine kissed deeply, hands roaming each other’s bodies. They moved to the bed, where Vera pushed Catherine down and buried her face between the redhead’s legs. “Oh fuck, Vera,” Catherine moaned loudly, hips grinding against Vera’s tongue. “Eat my pussy just like that.” Kane watched, cock rock hard, as the two women devoured each other. Vera licked Catherine’s clit while fingering her, making the younger woman scream.

One thing that has confirm the man's identity is the crown hanging on the left column of the bed. "I know crossbreeds has no home they belong to. If you agree..." "Crossbreeds are strong. You people fear me--"Aria made argue hoping to lift up one steel of her prison cell. "Hmm-mm...Yes, yes, yes! But-" The man stands up and went to her again. He raised her chin using his index finger tip and whisper, "Can you defeat an outlaw King?"

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

I felt said brother stirring beside me and went back to reading the note before he snatched it from me. Dear Twins, If you haven’t figured it out, this book is a fairytale rewrite of Robin Hood and a mature reverse harem book. Reverse harem means one female and multiple males, and in the end, the female gets all of them instead of having to choose. Don’t come looking for me, or you will just ruin the story. Though you have to at least try a bit because it’s expected. I’ll be at the castle trying to steal the treasure while you take on the train. What is going to happen at the castle? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. If I just tell you the story, it will ruin all the surprises. I will tell

My legs were so sore, and it hurt like hell. I didn't have any regrets earlier, but now, regret was slowly eating me up. I hadn’t just cheated on my boyfriend—I’d also betrayed my best friend! Not to mention he was… my stepbrother… The line was blurred—in fact, more than blurred, the line was trashed! No. I had to get out of here. I stood to my feet, and tried to drag my legs to where my dress lay. And once I was there, I picked it up. I froze in place as something fell from my dress, making a clattering sound.

Someone the university would never claim. He showered quickly, scrubbing away the smell of chalk dust and stale lecture halls from where he stood all though the lecture, Steam filled the room, fogging the mirror until his reflection blurred an in-between state he lingered in for a moment too long. Then he reached for the bag. Black fabric, Minimal, Purposeful outfits The clothes he wore at night didn’t hide him. They defined him. Every strap, every cut was chosen not to invite touch—but to control it. He dressed slowly, deliberately, like armor being assembled in reverse.

The experience only lasted maybe seconds, and my feet hit the floor, but it took me a moment to recuperate and center again. When I could focus again, I noticed that my ankles and wrists were bound to the wall. My clothing looked different and there was some type of bracelet on my right ankle. There was a curved wall of glass around me and a soft white light above my head. The blackness of my veins was gone, and my hair was down over my shoulders but appeared to be in long and thick curls. Peering through the glass, I saw that there were other women in similar glass displays. Wait, am I in a display case? What the hell is going on, I thought! Panic filled me once again. In front of me, a ver

My nose wrinkled in disgust at Ryder’s fake responses, my lips sealing once again over my cup of tea before speaking. “But what about cross-dressers? I recall you weren’t too fond of them.” Ryder’s complexion darkened, his fists clenching so hard his knuckled turned white. I sipped on my tea. “Saying I am not too fond of cross-dressers would be hypocritical as I am the one who buys my little brother’s skirts and make up, Carter.” The tea suddenly scraped against my throat, making me cough vehemently. My dad stretched on his chair, hitting my back twice with his palm.

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”