Crossing Dressing Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

My body is shaking from my sobs even as I try to be as still as possible. The knife goes back to my spine and slowly trails down. When he reaches my dress he lifts the hem and cuts through it with the knife. He is slow and careful as he cuts through the whole length of the dress. He pushes the fabric and it lightly falls to my sides. He gently strokes the naked skin of my back until he reaches my bra. with the knife he cuts through it and my back is now completely bare.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

He told us both to undress each other. Lora and I turned to face one another. Slowly, teasingly, we peeled off each other’s clothes. I slid the straps of her tiny dress down her shoulders, revealing her full, perfect breasts. She did the same to me, kissing my neck as my dress pooled at my feet. We stood naked in front of Marcus, hands exploring soft skin and curves, kissing again like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Then he commanded, voice rough with desire, “Kiss each other. Like wild animals.”

"Threaten me, fine. But hurt my girl right in front of me? Cute. Your family couldn't touch mine even if you begged." Then he turned to her. "Do what you want. Strip her. Kill her. Doesn't matter. It's on me." Jella lit up. "Isn't she dying to wear a wedding dress? Fine—strip her bare and let the whole street watch her get dressed for the show." She kicked me. Pain ripped through my ribs. "See what happens when you mess with me?" Around us, people sighed. "Told her not to cross the Santoros. Look at her now."

"This dress is a one-of-a-kind Itania creation, the handcrafting alone cost thirty thousand dollars. I never meant to flaunt, but what can I do when I'm married to the wealthiest man around?" She feigned a look of concern, yet her eyes sparkled with triumph. The relatives gasped in awe, while a few young girls, green with envy, reached out to touch the gown, only to be deftly sidestepped by Betty. From the doorway, I let out a soft laugh. Three years ago, when I first laid eyes on Joseph, he was a man battered by life and plagued by illness. He once caught me performing a mystical ritual and became convinced I possessed magic. He begged me to heal him.

POV: Elara Duval The garment bag lay sprawled across her couch like some unwanted guest. Hailey had arrived half an hour ago with it slung over her shoulder, all smiles and zero patience for protests. “You’re wearing this,” she declared, unzipping the bag to reveal a sleek black evening dress with a neckline that screamed expensive. Elara stared at it. “That looks like trouble.” “That looks like opportunity,” Hailey corrected, holding it up to Elara’s frame. “The CrossTech symposium isn’t a backyard barbecue. It’s the kind of event where one handshake can change the trajectory of Byte & Beam forever.”

I deliberately let the water drip down my chests and I watched as his eyes trailed down my breasts “Oops. Clumsy me.” “I have an handkerchief. ” He offered. I took it from him and dabbed at my breasts, sliding the hanky down between my full breasts. Stefan's eyes dilated. Our eyes met and he cursed, looking away. I stepped forward and took both of his hands, making them cup my breasts. At this point, I knew I had him so I took off my shirt, showing him my full, braless breasts.

"You think you will be attending a party? You plan on seducing all the rogues so that they will stop waging war?" I looked down on my clothes. Yes. I wore a yellow dress but there was a short underneath. "What's wrong with my clothes?" "We will be using a horse. A dress is not something you should wear in this situation," Knoxx informed. I lifted my dress and showed them my shorts and before they could see what was under it, they all looked away, their faces brightened. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Showing you my shorts," I answered. "Put your dress down!" Knoxx answered, growling. "Are you out of your mind, woman? Do you think we are not men?"