Cross Dressing.  Most of us get a certain image in our heads whenever we hear those words, but the truth is, there are many variations of cross dressing.

He’s a crossdresser, so that means he’s gay.”

I wish I had a penny for every time I’ve heard that misnomer.  The truth is, cross dressing has nothing to do with your sexual orientation.  You can be a crossdresser, whether you are straight, bisexual, or gay.  Crossdressing does not make you gay.

Many cross dressers consider themselves lesbians because even when dressed as a woman, they prefer women.  I like to call them Lipstick Lesbians with a twist!  Recently I had the chance to share a super HOT fantasy with a cross dressing lesbian caller.

Sexy Shopping

The night started with us going shopping together for sexy lingerie.  I rented Victoria’s Secret after hours just for the occasion.  All the clerks were there in the audience to watch as my sweet gurl modeled sexy, silky, and satiny body hugging slips with matching panties, garter belts, thigh highs, and heels.  She was strutting her stuff down that store-aisle runway- as sassy and sexy as any super model I’ve ever seen!

After enjoying the fashion show, I purchased several lingerie items, selecting a super sexy purple body hugging slip trimmed with black lace, with matching panties, black garter belt, and lace-topped stockings, for my gurl to wear home underneath her LBD.

Hot and Steamy Sex

When we got back to my place, I couldn’t help but plant a kiss on those pretty pink lip gloss covered lips I’d been staring at all night.  It didn’t stop there, though.  Within minutes, our little black dresses had been stripped off, revealing our matching lingerie.

Instantly, we were in each others arms. Silky stocking covered legs intertwined with stocking covered legs.  Panties sliding against panties.  Lace-cupped satin slip sliding against lace-cupped satin slip.  The “swoosh” sound the fabrics make as they come together. The intense arousal brought on by the feel of those soft and silky fabrics sliding together.

Within what seemed like minutes– though I know it had to be much longer than that– we were satiated.

Exhausted, we slid together and fell asleep dreaming about the next time.

Until next time,  pets~