Crossing Dressing Stories Novels & Stories

Pressing my curls into place, my eyes dance over my outfit, taking in every detail and admiring the scorching hotness that's me. My dress in red—keeping the season in heart. It clings around my butt, and loosens around my torso. My back is left bare, and the neckline dips with purpose, revealing only a suggestion—enough to make the eye linger, not enough to satisfy it. Only pieces of the fabric fall loosely over my breasts, my hard nipple making their own statement. When did I become this hormonal? My eyes linger on the cross resting between my cleavage, tracing the outline. They say that the Cross of Penance symbolizes purity, a reminder that the De la Cruz carry their legacy while keeping

The kind that has enough layers to rival a wedding cake. “I am NOT wearing this!” I protest, waving the dress around like it’s a weapon of mass humiliation. “Oh, you think that’s bad? It’s that or this...” Zak, the traitor, holds up the worst thing I’ve ever seen—a see-through chemise. “And for the grand finale!” Jax joins in, lifting a male G-string like it’s some kind of prize. This is a new level of torment. “Okay, fine! Fine! I’ll wear the stupid dress!” I snap.

Only my bra and panties remained. “The bra.” I unhooked it with slightly trembling fingers. The cool air and his presence made my nipples tighten. He rewarded me with gentle strokes across my breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks until my breath grew unsteady. Finally, just inside the room, I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down. The last piece of fabric pooled at my feet. I stood completely bare. That was when I saw him. He was seated in a high-backed chair across the room, his back to me at first. A tall, broad-shouldered figure in dark period clothing, wearing a round hat. Then he slowly raised his head and turned.

She leads me over to the dressing area while she removes a few items from the racks. I don't know if the girl is trying to be funny or nasty, but she comes back with a one-piece swimsuit that has ugly patterns, the other one even though is a two piece, the bottom is a skirt. "Are you trying to be smart right now?" I ask, holding up what she gives me. "Those are our new collection and are actually quite popular." She smiles. Mr Cross comes by after hearing our exchange. "What is the problem now?" "Look what this girl gave me to wear." I hold up the two hangers for him to see the hideous things on them.

Their lips moved hungrily, tongues dancing together. Dara moaned softly into the kiss. "Celeste... I have never kissed a woman before." But she kissed back harder, her hands gripping Celeste’s wide hips. "It feels so good, do not stop." Celeste pushed Dara gently onto the couch, kissing down her elegant neck. "Then let me show you how good it can be, beautiful." She pulled Dara’s dress down slowly, exposing her perky breasts. "You are stunning, Dara. So perfect and untouched like this."

“I want to fuck you properly. Come with me.” She didn’t give me time to fix my clothes. She just yanked my dress down enough to cover my ass and dragged me through the party, her hand possessively on the back of my neck. A few people gave us curious looks, but Lena didn’t care. She led me down a narrow staircase to a dimly lit storage room at the back of the building — probably used for party supplies. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against a stack of boxes and ripped my dress completely off, leaving me in just my heels.

When Nicholas returned to the rental house where I had lived, he stared straight at the pile of newspapers on the ground. The dust all over seemed to be telling him how much time had passed here, and that no one had ever been here during that time. "Astrid... No, you wouldn't die..." His voice trembled as he slowly reached out and lifted a corner of the newspaper. A small, dried bloodstain appeared beneath it. "Ah!" Nicholas's legs gave way as he fell to the ground. He no longer dared to lift the remaining newspapers. He seemed to have stopped breathing as he stared blankly without any color on his face. What he had been afraid of and had always refused to believe had come true.

The only things I really remember were the dress and the mask. *** “The mask?” Byron was shocked by this revelation. “Yeah, she was wearing a white mask, that’s why I remember the dress. She looked like she should have been in Cain's Crossing.” “What's Cain's Crossing?” Byron asked quizzically. Janice narrowed her eyes, her face becoming skeptical. “You've never watched Cain's Crossing?” “Nope, I don't watch many movies, I've always been more into books.” The truth was, Byron had a tough time sitting still for the length of a film, his hands and mind needing to do something to pass the time.

"He believes in knowing everything about his... acquisitions. Every detail matters when building the right image." I turned back to the mirror, studying the bride reflected there. She looked perfect—exactly what Killian Hart needed for his business arrangement. Beautiful packaging for a transaction. But underneath all the silk and crystals and carefully chosen elegance was just me. Celeste Andrews, the girl who'd sold her dreams for her family's survival. The girl who'd promised herself she wouldn't fall for moments of unexpected kindness. "The dress is perfect," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I'll wear this one."

It never did occur to me that he had this kind of fantasies. The zipper of the dress was on its back so Adrian did it for me. I have no choice but to remove the dress on my body. I was completely naked while Adrian just freed his hard cock, pre-cum was on his cock’s tip as if he had been feeling lustful since the start of the program! We both moaned when he finally entered me. He just sat me at the huge table and opened my legs wide for him. My right leg was on his shoulder as he entered me roughly.