Forced Crossdresser Fantasies Novels & Stories

My heart was racing and I needed a moment to calm down. Part of me wanted to run out the door and back to my own, safe hotel room. I was never into cross-dressing, but when I felt the soft lace material and thought of how good it would feel, I started to remove my clothes. I was about to embark on a new sexual adventure and figured my apparel was only a minor part of what was about to happen. If I backed out, I may never get the chance to live out a sexual fantasy again.

The wet heat becomes a tight, muscled grip. He grips her hips, imagining the hard, lean lines of a sexy professor’s waist. He thrusts forward, hard and deep, pretending the body against his is hairless and smooth. He pictures Adrian's face, the angry eyes. The fantasy is so potent, so vivid, that it completely overtakes reality. “Adrian,” Ryder moans, the name falling from his lips like a prayer. “Fuck, Adrian.” The woman freezes. The rhythm shatters instantly. She pulls away, turning around with a look of utter disgust and fury on her face.

The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms ● Public exposure and voyeurism (being watched by strangers/guests) ● Breeding/impregnation kink with raw creampies and cum play ● Bodily fluids (spit, squirt, piss drinking, ass-to-mouth, cum eating/swapping) ● Heavy BDSM elements: cropping, restraints, objectification, and pain play ● Group/voyeur scenes escalating to potential multi-partner use ● Complete dehumanization and slave/master dyna

HIM- "Okay, so you want to be with another woman? So, you're clearly attracted to women then, is there a man involved in your fantasy?" ME- "Sometimes, yes. But most of the time it's just me and another woman, I can tell it's different being with another woman just from the fantasy, I don't know how I just can" HIM- "If you ever want to use my business to act out your fantasies, you're free to do so, you know it's 100% safe, I'm happy for you to use my personal room there if you would prefer so no one can see"

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

He said his girl friend hadn't worn her set yet and it was nice to see it on someone and asked me to take off my t shirt which I did. I was trembling nervously. I have cross-dressed for years and no one has ever seen me dressed. He asked if he could touch the satin and I anxiously said yes and my cock began to swell. he placed one hand on my back and slid it up and down and in circles and said "I love the feel and look of satin, it drives me wild." He hand slid down to my butt cheeks and I shivered. Then he reached over with his other hand and slid it across my stomach and up my chest and used to fingers to tease my nipples. I almost melted. By now, my cock was pushing the tap panties straig

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

I decided to take another step. "Do you know what CFNM means?"' I asked her cautiously. "Clothed Female, Naked Male," she replied with a smirk. "You've done some homework," I said, smiling. "I fantasize about that Karen, it would make the feeling of being your slave more... complete." "Oh, I think that's hot, I've imagined it just that way Jack." "Okay, and now it's my turn to be weird," I said, "in a lot of my fantasies I'm, uh... I'm on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to... make me do things. Is that too weird for you?"

I want to feel her body yielding beneath mine, want to hear her screams of pleasure and pain as I take her harder, faster, deeper than she's ever been taken before. Sometimes, the lines between fantasy and reality blur until I'm not sure what's real anymore. I find myself touching myself, rubbing my cock to the point of pain as I picture Marianna tied to my bed, helpless and vulnerable, at my mercy. I imagine the marks I'll leave on her skin, the bruises I'll inflict as I use her for my own twisted pleasure.

My breaths come in ragged pants, sweat beading on my forehead as I add a third finger, stretching myself further and imagining his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, his teeth sinking into my neck in a mating bite that seals us forever. “Yes, Kieran... mark me... make me yours,” I whimper, my thumb rubbing frantic circles over my clit. The climax builds like a storm inside me, the pressure mounting higher and higher until I am teetering on the edge. “Kieran,” I moan, my body arching for more. Kieran is hers. But here in my fantasies, he is mine. Only MINE. Possessive. Brutal. And devouring me whole.