Novel & Cerita Free Crossdressing Stories Novel

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

I stuttered. She took me into a small room and then closed the door behind us. The decoration was minimal: a St. Andrew's cross, a bench with straps, shelves full of toys, clamps, whips, and all kinds of things. I could feel my stomach flip, but my cock begin to stiffen. “Strip,” she said, crossing her arms. I took off my shirt, my pants, everything till I was completely naked. She walked around me. I heard the click clack of her boots as her fingers touched my chest from behind, pinching my nipple tight. I gasped.

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“Welcome to the center of it, Sofia. You wanted the story. Now you’re inside it.” “Fuck you,” she snarled, yanking the cuffs. Metal bit her skin. “People will look for me.” “No they won’t. Not really. You told your editor you were following a lead overseas. Off grid for weeks.” He stood up and walked over, slow. “I’ve been reading your notes. The way you wrote about those women. There was envy in it, wasn’t there? All that research... you wanted to know what it felt like to be taken. To stop pretending.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

The floorboards creaked under my weight as I adjusted my position. My knees were starting to ache against the hardwood, but I didn't move. I couldn't. The circle of salt and chalk was messy, jagged in some places where my hand had shaken, but it didn't matter. Perfection wasn't the point; intent was. And God, I was drowning in intent. My apartment felt smaller than usual, the air thick with the scent of cheap black candles and my own sweat. I was wearing a silk slip that clung to my skin, damp from the humidity of a New York summer night. No bra, no panties. If I was going to do this, I wanted there to be zero barriers.

With another thought, they shoot out again like deadly daggers, ready for action. Feeling the air whipping all around my nude form, I realize it would do no good to fight naked. I Concentrate on conjuring a new style to go with my devilishly neoteric form, causing a smile to rise as a sleek and edgy outfit that I always wanted to try but never did when I was alive pops into my mind. A whirl of energy protrudes from my mind and cyclones around me as the black combat boots, matching vinyl pants and crop top, and serpent-like chrome belt I summoned conform to my physique.

Chapter 4: Complete Addiction By the third morning at the lakeside cabin, Lila had already crossed a line she could never uncross. She woke up naked, wrists bound to the headboard with soft leather cuffs the men had brought. The sheets beneath her were already damp from the previous night’s activities. Her body felt heavy and used, her heavy breasts marked with red fingerprints and bite marks, her thick thighs slick, and her pussy and ass still throbbing from being stretched and filled for hours the day before.

She had taken off her dress, and was now standing in a red lace lingerie. The bound men looked at themselves, then back at her. They had seen the huge bulge in the front of her pants. ‘She was transgender the whole time?’ They communicated telepathically. “Oh yes! I know you've all seen it. I'm a solid six inches. Proudly.” Anna smirked and lashed the whip in the air and it produced a loud sound that made the bound men's heart gallop thrice as fast. The men and women she invited in, took their bound partners—a guy and a lady to one bound man.