Krist's Kinks

Kink 2: Cross Dressing

I look at the packet in my hands and giggle. A long time ago, before P Sing and I had even begun dating, he had once jokingly told me that I would look really sexy in feminine clothes. Now, at that time I had flipped, and sulked. It had felt like an attack on my masculinity- yes, toxic masculinity is so ingrained in us, I understand that now. Who decided boys can't wear skirts? Anyone can wear whatever the fuck they like!

But now that I was in a happy and healthy relationship with the man of my dreams, I had often wondered if he would like seeing me in feminine attire. And when I asked him this a few days back, his eyes almost popped out of their socket.

Now to most, Singto is difficult to understand, but he has never tried to hide himself with me, and I know him like the back of my hand.

So inspite of his hesitant 'No' I saw the light in his eyes get brighter at my question. Yes, he definitely wants to see me all dolled up and pretty for him.

I mean, anyone who knows him has always been weirded out by how he always likes to stare at me getting dolled up- i used to find it weird too. But I get it now- he wants to see me dolled up for him. He has weird fetishes when it comes to me, but hey, I am not complaining.

I chuckle gleefully as I stare at the tight black mini skirt and the lavender lace top. They are sexy but subtle. But the real deal is the other package. A sexy dark red lingerie set- complete with stockings and a garter belt. It's bold and sexy- exactly what my boyfriend likes.

We have a dine-in date tonight- and he is going to be here in about an hour- which means it's time for me to get ready!

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I look at myself in the mirror and sigh dreamily. It looks so sexy- I feel sexy. The tight skirt hugs my body at all the right places- my ass popping just the way Singto likes.

As I hear the doorbell ring, I put on my heels- and rush to meet my boyfriend.

I open the door shyly- and he stands there- as handsome as ever, in a simple white shirt with the top 3 buttons undone (P tay's influence) with a bouquet of flowers. He loves giving me flowers, he says I look like a flower myself. Sweet, I know. He is quite the romantic!

He gasps as he sees me, his eyes moving all over my body pausing to stare at the places where my figure is outlined.

It's hot- the way he is staring at me- and I lick my lips. I think we might just end up skipping to dessert.

"Hi." I say, softly and kiss him lightly.

"Hey. " He murmurs against my mouth as he pushes the flowers into my hand and then pushes me back inside.

He slams the door behind him as he takes full control of my mouth, pushing me against the closed wall. Yes, we will be skipping right to dessert.

"You look beautiful." He says, his naughty hand on my ass.

"Thanks-" I say.

"What's on the menu tonight?" he asks, as he pulls my leg up to wind around his waist, his hand sneaking under the skirt.

"Uhm- chicken with fish sauce, pizza, and..." I pause, tracing his exposed chest with my finger. I look at him as I bite my lips and I can see his eyes fixated on my mouth.

"And?" He asks, squeezing my ass.

"Me." I reply, pulling him in for a kiss.

He lifts me up as we kiss, and places me on the dining table, spreading my legs apart and standing between them.