Crossing Dressing Stories Novels & Stories

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.

However, I could picture him wearing something similar to what Brick had worn tonight whenever he worked. No wonder why Isobel hadn’t been able to resist him when he’d started wooing her out of hiding. Brick scooted closer, pulling my attention back to him. Recovered from his blowjob, he studied me, his eyes gleaming with purpose. “I figured the tank top and tool belt might be a look that appealed to you.” I nodded. “It did. It definitely did.” But mostly because it had come from him. “Mmm,” he murmured as he buried his fingers in my hair and drew me forward for a long, wet, opened-mouth kiss, only to break off a minute later and announce, “Your turn.”

I’d survived the years by picking the dumpsters for clothes people threw out. “Don’t look!” I quickly crossed my hands over my chest, covering the hard things that seemed as if they wanted to poke through the dress.

My dress is now slipping past my breasts exposing them to Jaxon’s greedy eyes. “I told you to shut up!” he yells as he steps forward pulling me up. I am unable to save my dress from falling. I am standing there in my heels and black lace underwear feeling very exposed and terrified. My hands are covering my breasts as best they can. Because I do not have a strong wolf, my wrist will take longer than average to heal.

Fuck that. I swing my legs out of bed, the coolness of the floor snapping me into motion. I throw open the closet and pull out the tightest black top I can find—low-cut, unapologetic. I shimmy into my black dress and strap on my red-bottom Louboutins with enough force to make the heel snap. But it doesn’t. Shame. Would’ve been poetic. If I’m going to be Nathan Cross’s pet project, I’m going to bleed him for it. One dollar at a time.

Sloane kissed back with equal force, hands grabbing at clothes. Tatum took full control this time. She pushed Sloane down onto the bed and grabbed a resistance band from her bag. “Hands up,” she ordered. Sloane hesitated but obeyed, her heart pounding with a mix of defiance and need. Tatum tied her wrists together above her head, securing them to the headboard. The band dug into her skin just enough to send sparks through her body. Tatum stripped Sloane slowly, exposing her toned body. “Look at you. So ready to break for me.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one." The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger was the token of love between my parents. There wasn't another one like it anywhere in the world. As I silently reconsidered the reliability of this arranged marriage, Queenie had already doubled over laughing. She looked me up and down with blatant contempt. "You? Look at you—wearing cheap clothes without even a brand label! And you dare claim to be Lucas's fiancée? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!" I had studied design overseas for years. The clothes I wore were all designed and tailored by myself, so of course, there were no brand labels.

The slow burn of months exploded into immediate heat. We didn’t waste time on small talk. Drinks were poured, but barely touched and then clothes started coming off. My sundress pooled at my feet, revealing the tiny black lace lingerie set I’d bought just for them. Mia’s dress followed, her perky tits spilling out, nipples already hard.

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w