Crossdressingstories Novels & Stories

So that night, after his mom went to bed and the house was quiet, Ethan lay on his bed with his phone in his hand and did the only thing he could think of. He went on G****e and searched “gay p**n.” A bunch of links popped up immediately. His face heated up as he scrolled past the thumbnails, heart beating faster than it should. He clicked on one that looked the least intimidating , just two guys in a bedroom setting. The video started playing right away. It featured two men. One was a tall, muscular guy with broad shoulders and defined abs, clearly the more dominant one. The other was smaller, leaner, with a twinkish build—smooth skin, slim waist, and an eager expression. They were both com

~ Emily ~ The old Victorian house at the end of Maple Street had stood empty for years. Tonight it glowed with orange jack-o’-lanterns lining the cracked driveway and fake spiderwebs stretched across the porch. A handwritten sign on the door read: “Halloween Party – Enter If You Dare.” I adjusted the short black dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric thin and silky against my skin. I had come as a “sexy witch” with a pointed hat, fishnet stockings, and a little wand. I twirled nervously.

There was a dark, wet stain on his pants, right where I had been sitting. The scent of my arousal rose up to greet me, mingling with the scent of his cologne. Aaron looked down at me, his gaze scorching, taking in my submission. "Take off your dress," I took it off immediately. The air in the living room was cool, raising gooseflesh on my skin, but under his stare, I felt like I was burning alive. "And the bra," he added. I reached behind my back, unhooking the clasp and let the lace fall away.

“I'm sure he exhausted you.” Cupid wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I blush at his words. He busies himself with the racks of clothes, and it hits me that everyone is going to know I'm hooking up with Mr. Townsend. Everyone I've been working with, the few friends I made in the month I was here, everyone. Shit. Gossip in casinos spreads like wildfire. “Most of these should fit you. If something doesn't, leave it on the rack and I'll take it back. If you don't like something, leave that too, but my taste is impeccable so I don't foresee that.” He says it with so much certainly I believe him.

*Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly. "Oh my, Y/N, this nasty hentai filth on your laptop... busty sluts getting pussies pounded by throbbing cocks, cunts squirting cum, asses stuffed with tentacles," *Stefanie purrs sultrily, arrogant smirk widening as she strips naked, fair skin flushing, pink nipples hard on j

Colette walked back to her chair, her eyes dark, her lips parted. "Come here," Colette commanded. Claire pushed herself away from the desk, her legs unsteady, and took a tentative step. "No," Colette snapped, her voice cold and absolute. "Kneel and crawl to me." Claire’s eyes widened, but she didn't argue. She dropped to her knees, the cold carpet rough against her skin, and began to crawl across the floor. She crawled like an animal, her head down, her heart racing. When she reached the chair, Colette turned, hiked up her own habit, and spread her legs wide, revealing lace-topped stockings that seemed wildly out of place in the holy office.

There were rails of clothes waiting to go on the shop floor and boxes of merchandise including handcuffs, ball gags and even a pair of vibrating knickers. She led me to a small room which was functioning as an office. There was a glass table desk which had a very old computer on the chairs and lots of files. “Take a seat, they will be with you when they are ready” she said and she left. I looked around the room. There was a pile of payslips labelled teacher, builder, head chef, doctor and dominatrix. There was a certificate on the wall proudly stating that Mr and Mrs Jones had come first in the sex games whatever that was. I checked my phone. No signal. Time went by and I grew bored. I spott

Jax inhaled my cunt musk, nose brushing the front of my ruined panties. "Fuckkkk....look at these dirty panties. Your cunt is out bare. Who knew, Miss Voss wears crotchless panties. Your hairy slit peeking out as you arrange your precious books." I whimpered, lust hazing my vision. My nipples scraped painfully against the foam cups of my bra and I hated it. Who wears a heavy sweater and a bra? Me. My tits wanted to be bare, pulled and sucked on. Jax's fingers rubbed against my exposed cunt, nails scraping my swollen clit. "Such a pretty pink cunt. Huge clit peeking out already."

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.