Crossing Dressing Stories Novels & Stories

luckily she has some other clothes on I tool the clothes and wear them quickly not to waste time I also put on the hijab which covers my hair fully I look at myself in the mirror Damn sexy! I thanked her and started walking to the door "Wait take this "she calls and gives me a cross necklace I thanked her and cling tightly to the necklace and walk out head down I walk past Jen as she enters the restroom I walk quickly not stopping for anything as I'm really close to the Exit and my freedom is just on the other side An angry Adrian Dante enters the mall with about 30 men he points inside and the men quickly start walking and that's not the worst , each of them has a picture of me asking peopl

My freaking underwear! “What the hell!?” I yell, trying to cover my body with my arms, “Where’s, where’s my dress!?” He shrugged, making my blood boil, “Where’s my clothes!?” I snapped. “Left it at the boundary” he answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why!?” “It was dirty and carried your pack’s scent” he said, “Now get dressed or do you want to meet the pack in your underwear?”

Cross could feel the growing damp spot on his clothes and he wanted to explore the place that was currently leaking all over him. He walked her over to the couch and dropped her unceremoniously. She squeaked again as her body bounced on the cushions. "That dress doesn't cover anything. Take it off." He demanded while he stared down at her. She pulled the dress over her head, she also shook her braids free of the ponytail she had been wearing. She sat there naked before him, her large breasts sagged slightly and her pussy had a low patch of dark curly hair protecting it from his lecherous gaze. He wanted to take a closer look. He fell to his knees in front of her.

“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.”

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.

“Because we’re not done.” He kissed me then—slow, possessive, tongue sliding against mine like he was reminding me who I belonged to. When he pulled back his thumb brushed my cheek. “Get dressed. Something easy to take off. We’re going out.” My pulse jumped. “Where?” “Shopping.” He smiled—small, dangerous. “You need more lingerie. And I want to watch you try it on.” I showered fast, heart hammering. Chose a tiny sundress—white cotton, thin straps, hem barely grazing mid-thigh. No bra. No panties. Just the dress and a pair of strappy sandals. When I came downstairs he looked me over like I was already naked.

"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.