Novel & Cerita Crossdressing Tales

“Stand up. Hands behind your head. Let me see what belongs to me tonight.” Adanna rose on shaky legs, obeying instantly. Her body was lush and curvy, hips wide and ass round in a way that made Izzy’s mouth water. She ran her gloved hands possessively over Adanna’s breasts, pinching both nipples until the younger woman gasped sharply. “Beautiful,” Izzy murmured. “So responsive already.” She guided Adanna to the padded St. Andrew’s cross against the wall, securing her wrists and ankles with thick leather cuffs. The position spread her open beautifully—arms high, legs apart, pussy already glistening with arousal.

The one that started all of this! This one was also straight porn, but there were threesomes with two men/ one woman. Many of them included double penetration or simultaneous anal & vaginal penetration. We looked through the images and both commented freely on them. Suddenly my uncle pulled out a metal tool box from his closet floor and placed it on the bed. Next, he grabbed a key from his underwear drawer and unlocked and opened it. There were a couple of small butt plugs and a male masturbation sleeve inside, plus a bottle of lube.

Her one saving grace was that the tempo was slow enough for her to catch up with the others. Caitlin again scanned the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of Caleb. But with all the costumes and masks, it was impossible to even tell who was really male or female. Occasionally, long hair sprawled out the back, and that made it easy, but some women wore their hair tucked in, covered up by a high collar, and dressed in men’s clothing. And some men, Caitlin noticed, strangely enough, dressed in gowns; she could only tell they were men by the muscles in their calves. She had never imagined that there would be any cross-dressing in this century. Was there anything off-limits?

I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath. “Devil, be gone! Begone in the name of God!” he exclaimed, gripping the crucifix. His shoulders rose and fell rapidly, his jaw tight. I leaned back, watching him struggle, a low chuckle escaping me. The tension between us thickened, I spread my legs wider revealing my throbbing clit.” I know you dream of me in your hands father…I see you make stolen glances at me, I notice how sweetly you talk to me. Now come taste how sweet I am.” My fingers stroked the corners of my clit.

Micheal wins a vacation - a couples vacation he entered before his wife ran off with another man. Andy is out of work and desperately needs a break. Michael offers to take Andy - but Andy can only go if he Crossdresses and pretends to be Michael's wife. Fortunately, Andy can fit into all the ex-wives clothes and Michael pays for a complete makeover that turns Andy into a knock out sexy pretend wife. Sexual tension builds over the course of the vacation *********** Michael tossed the airline tickets across the table, a smug grin on his face. "All set. We're all in, partner." Andy looked up from the coffee he had been nursing, eyes wide.

He was handsome as a man and stunning as a woman. Wide-eyed, Jasmine gazed at Larissa for a moment. She took a deep breath and sincerely said, "Larry, you look beautiful even in women's clothing!" So, it was just cross-dressing? This showed that Larry was unconventional, carefree, and had character. It was totally fine for him to cross-dress! Larissa was puzzled. "Huh?" She was no longer deliberately imitating a male voice but spoke in her original voice. Jasmine was stunned when she heard Larissa speak.

I walk into the cool premises that’s scented with candles and incense, a very huge difference with the disgusting smell of sweat and heat outside. My short black dress that shouldn’t be seen on a pastor’s wife clinging to my body like a second skin and screaming nothing but sin. The thin mesh of the material is damp with sweat from the blazing heat outside outlining my full breasts and wide hips. I intentionally ignored wearing a bra and panties, I’m here for confessions and deliverance after all and what better way to do it than without underwear. As if being told someone is in the premises, two people suddenly appear from a hidden door behind the altar. Priests to be precise. People that h

I declined, still looking at the strippers. The sight of scantily clad women moving their hips in a way that hardened my cock was pleasing, too enticing I couldn't take my eyes off them. These women were professional seductress, their eyes and slow moves charging the vivacious atmosphere of the party. “Raymond,” Alana's voice called, startling me from my dirty thoughts. My eyes fell on Alana, and my brow raised. “You aren't paying attention to me,” she accused, leaning close to me for a kiss.

It never fails to startle me how big his hands are. He’s dressed like a greaser so when he waggles his eyebrows at me, I pretend to swoon. Only I don’t have to pretend so much. “I guess nowadays we call it pleather. But back in the day…” I have chosen to dress as a ’70s house- wife, picking out a very Mrs. Kravitz ensemble à la “Bewitched.” “…they called it naugahyde.” His hand has meandered up my calf and is cupping the back of my thigh. Lightning stabs my skin, electricity skitters in my blood. He strokes me with a single finger and I fear I might come.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.