Crossdressingstories Novels & Stories

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.

The ballroom throbbed with Christmas music, flashing lights, and the wild energy of an office party that had completely lost its filter. Lawyers and staff drank heavily, danced dirty, and cheered every time someone got bold under the mistletoe. Susan stood at the crowded bar in her tiny red dress, the hem barely covering the bottom of her ass and her tits nearly spilling out of the low neckline. She had come here tonight to be a slut, and she was already living it.

The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.” I had laughed it off not being the type to sleep with a complete stranger but now I could barely think of anything other than how huge he must have been. I shifted in the seat, my thighs pressing together, which only made it worse and I watched the thin fabric of my dress slide up. My bare pussy stared back at me and I could smell my arousal since I had driven home bare. I had taken my panties off in the bar's bathroom and now the cold air against my wet pussy made me shiver.

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.

The fact that grown men appreciated my beauty and my petite body then and they were also comfortable with sharing their own naked body with me was priceless. I used most of the money I got from chatting with them to buy very sexy clothes that covered all the parts of my body except my private parts. From bikinis to crop tops and skirt or gowns with very high slits. My collection was endless. Because of my extra hours on the phone, I did not make physical friends. I rather rot in front of my phone screen and giggle over sexual jokes than talk to people in my school. I could not have cared less, they were all faked by the way.

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

I was panting, my chest heaving. “You’re a spoiled, drunk little bitch who almost killed a woman tonight,” he said, his voice calm. Deadly calm. “You think your daddy’s name is a magic spell. It’s not. Not with me.” “What are you doing?” My voice was a whisper now. He didn’t answer with words. He hooked his fingers into the neckline of my dress and pulled. The fabric tore right down the middle with a loud rip, exposing my lace bra. I gasped. The cool air hit my skin, and my nipples tightened instantly, straining against the lace. No. This isn’t happening. But a traitorous heat was pooling between my legs, a thick, unfamiliar ache.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

Under the light, it turned transparent, her nipples dark shadows against the fabric, the faint outline of her bare pussy visible with every breath. She looked filthy. Like a slut I will pay a top dollar to ruin. "Where are we going?" Her voice was cautious, eyes searching mine. "An art exhibition." Her brows pulled slightly together. “At night?” “You’ll understand when we get there.” The warehouse vibrated with low ambient music when we arrived, soft lighting casting golden pools over scattered platforms. The air was filled with the scent of sex—musk, perfume, and sweat. Models posed in varying states of undress. On one platform, a woman lay spread-eagle, legs trembling as three attendees wo

Derrick's pov It was our third anniversary, and she'd been teasing me for months about her fantasy of getting railed by a big black cock while I watched like the pathetic dick I am. She looked like pure sin tonight, her curvy body poured into a skintight red dress that barely covered her thick ass and hugged her heavy tits. The hem rode up her thighs with every step, flashing the black lace thong underneath, and her heels clicked against the sticky floor as she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bar.