Taken by the Burlesque Dancer (Crossdressing, Feminization Erotica)
Book Details
Author(s)Margeaux Adler
ISBN / ASINB00J3F7WRW
ISBN-13978B00J3F7WR2
Sales Rank482,513
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Dean gets a surprise when the burlesque show turns him on. It’s not so much the dancers he likes but what they’re wearing.
Ashamed, confused, and aroused, he decides to go back and see the show again. This time he catches one dancer’s eye—and she wants to “help†Dean explore his feminine side.
For adults only and portraying consenting adults, “Taken by the Burlesque Dancer†is a 7,500 word story featuring:
Crossdressing
Feminization
BDSM
Femdom
Male submission
Submissive training
Oral sex
Stap-on sex
Anal sex (first time)
Orgasm control/ Orgasm denial
From the story:
I can’t do anything about it. I’m at Molly’s mercy.
An odd, little rush went through him at the thought. His anxiety ebbed enough for him to become aware of his semi-erect dick pressing against the panties he wore. Looking back down his body toward his crotch, Dean wondered again what he looked like.
The possibilities made him harder.
“I have an idea, Deanna.â€
“What?†he asked after an absentminded moment. Keeping track of reality was not one of his skills right now.
“One question first: why haven’t you objected to me calling you Deanna, Dean?â€
Ashamed, confused, and aroused, he decides to go back and see the show again. This time he catches one dancer’s eye—and she wants to “help†Dean explore his feminine side.
For adults only and portraying consenting adults, “Taken by the Burlesque Dancer†is a 7,500 word story featuring:
Crossdressing
Feminization
BDSM
Femdom
Male submission
Submissive training
Oral sex
Stap-on sex
Anal sex (first time)
Orgasm control/ Orgasm denial
From the story:
I can’t do anything about it. I’m at Molly’s mercy.
An odd, little rush went through him at the thought. His anxiety ebbed enough for him to become aware of his semi-erect dick pressing against the panties he wore. Looking back down his body toward his crotch, Dean wondered again what he looked like.
The possibilities made him harder.
“I have an idea, Deanna.â€
“What?†he asked after an absentminded moment. Keeping track of reality was not one of his skills right now.
“One question first: why haven’t you objected to me calling you Deanna, Dean?â€






