by R L Singer
His hands released my face, but his lips were still glued to mine, still kissing, still nibbling, still caressing. He pulled my top over my head and unclasped my bra, getting rid of them before he pulled my skirt down, along with my panties. In just a matter of seconds, he had me naked in front of him, just wearing my heels.
I didn’t stay still. He wanted skin and so did I, so I pulled his black t-shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. I was about to unbutton his pants when he stopped me, carrying me to the bed and laying me there, joining me immediately, back to kissing me again.
Some of his urgency was gone, and now he seemed more interested in savoring me, taking his time to caress every single inch of my body. He started by kissing me once more and starting a trail from there to my ears, down my neck, until he finally reached my breasts. My nipples were already hard as rocks and feeling his hands on them felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.
He took his time caressing my breasts, kneading them and even squeezing and twisting them a little, ripping small gasps of pleasure from my lips. But when his mouth joined the fun and captured one of my swollen knobs between his lips and licked the tip, I let out a cry of sheer pleasure.
It felt like being virgin again. Everything was new for me. Nothing was comparable to my experiences as a man, and I was loving every second of this.
My hands traveled up his arms, over his shoulders and buried themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to me. Meanwhile, he tortured me with his mouth, sucking and licking one of my nipples while his fingers pinched and twisted the other.
After a little while, his free hand slid down my belly and found my shaved pussy, delving my wet folds carefully before he slid a finger inside them, finding my dripping entrance and tracing its edge a couple of times before he went up and rubbed my clit. I gasped, surprised, for just how good that felt and my whole body arched itself to meet his touch, craving for more.
He chuckled and bit my nipple teasingly as he rubbed my clit a little harder, making me moan louder.
“Oh, god…”
With one last lick to my nipple, his mouth traced its way down to my pussy with kisses and nibbles. The first time I felt his tongue there, I was sure this whole thing had to be a dream. Nothing could feel this good.
The man was an expert, I could tell. His tongue knew exactly where to lick, suck, press, and even nibble to push me closer to the edge of this huge orgasm I could feel welling up inside me.
My hands ran wildly through his hair, not sure I wanted to pull him closer and pull him away, overwhelmed by all the emotions I was experiencing inside me. It was then when he pushed a couple of fingers all the way in me.
How to describe that first penetration? I don’t have the words to do it. His fingers inside me, pushed me over the edge and waves of pleasure crashed over me, throwing me into a wild swirl of bliss.
“Oh god… oh god…”
I was still riding that wave when pulled his pants down. He crouched between my legs, pulling them up to my chest and notched his big, thick cock at my entrance.
“Are you ready for me, girl?” he asked me, his voice huskier than ever.
I was only able to nod, still panting hard and under the effects of that amazing orgasm. But his fingers didn’t prepare me for him. Slowly, he pushed himself deep inside me, inch by inch, stretching my walls to fit him, going all the way in.
I gasped, feeling filled, possessed, complete… damn, I don’t know how I felt - I just know it was the closest thing to paradise I have ever experienced and when he started to thrust in and out of me, I was lost again. A new orgasm started to build inside me and when his breath became harder and his groans became growls I was ready to ride the wave again - and this time with him.
If the first time was amazing, this one was even better, to the point I believe I passed out for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the powerful feelings and emotions that ran through my body. Jordan rolled out of me and laid next to me, gasping for air, just like me.
When the waves finally subsided, he got up and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later to pick me up and carry me into the huge Jacuzzi he had filled for us.
“Girl, remind me to thank your friend Jason,” he said when he had me in his arms, my back against his, as we enjoyed the gentle massage of the warm water.
“Why would you want to thank him?” I asked with a naughty smile, tilting my head to look at him.
“For introducing you to me, of course,” he confirmed, smiling back. “I’m having a great time.” He kissed the top of my head and his hands slid under my arms to cup my breasts.
“I’m glad because I am, too,” I assured him.
“Good. So tell me, where are you taking me tonight?” he asked, while he played with my nipples, reigniting the fire that had burned between us.
“It depends on what you want to do. We can go sightseeing, go to the theater or movies or we could go clubbing,” I suggested as he played with my nipples, making me gasp with his pinches and twists.
“Hmmm, I’m more inclined to go clubbing. Jason took me to a very nice one, last night,” he said, as one of his hands slid down my belly until it found my throbbing clit.
I could feel his hard cock poking my butt.
“Yes… he told me… but I can take you to a few others,” I assured him, as I moaned with pleasure.
“Good… I’m sure we’ll have a great time.”
Suddenly, he pulled me up and turned me around, making me kneel on the Jacuzzi’s bench, my elbows resting on the edge of the Jacuzzi as he stood behind me.
“Just like we’re having right now.”
He ran his fingers through my slit a few times, combining thrusts with rubs, taking my arousal to the highest levels. I moaned and leaned my head forward, muffling my moans and hiding my craving need. But, he didn’t allow me to. Thrusting his hard cock deep inside me, he leaned over my back and grabbing my wet hair, he pulled it back, exposing my face and the rapture written all over it.
Thrust after thrust he rode me to paradise and soon we were crashed by the powerful waves of pleasure of yet another orgasm. By the time we returned to the bed, it was past mid-afternoon and we were both exhausted. Jordan ordered champagne, strawberries, and a few appetizers to restore our energies and we lingered in bed, enjoying them and chatting.
“Do you need to go back home to change for tonight?” he asked me at some point.
“No. I told you I had been shopping this morning, so I have the perfect dress in the trunk of my car. I just need to go get it,” I explained with a smile.
“Perfect. Just give me the keys to your car and I’ll ask someone to do that for you,” he suggested and called for a bellboy to do the errand.
“Thank you. You’ve drained me,” I grumbled with a naughty smile.
“I know… and I intend to drain you a bit more… later,” he promised. “Would you mind if I invite a couple of friends to join us tonight?” he asked, handing me toast with smoked salmon and cheese cream.
Too delicious.
“A couple?” I asked, curious.
“Yes, James and Sophie. They are in town too and I’m sure we would have a great time with them.”
“Sure, why not? The more the merrier,” I said and smiled, pleased.
After that, I went back to the bathroom with my new clothes and tried to do my best at fixing my hair. I wasn’t going to try to put on any makeup because I was sure I sucked at that, but I managed to put on some lipstick and some mascara. I had seen enough women in my life doing it that I was able to mimic their actions and do a pretty good job.
We met his friends in the lobby and from the moment I met them I was sure we were going to have a great time. They were definitely my kind of crowd.
We went for dinner first, to one of the best restaurants in town where we enjoyed a wonderful meal, sprinkled with the best wine, so when we headed to the club we were feeling very cheerful. The club was amazing, like always, with great music,
nice drinks, and an excellent crowd. We danced for a while, but the guys got tired soon and I stayed on the dance floor with Sophie. The man in me was having a blast looking at her and loving her exuberant curves move to the music’s rhythm. Her blonde mane was combed in a loose bun on her nape so I had a perfect view of all of her - especially since the dress she was wearing didn’t leave much to the imagination.
I guess she noticed my interest in her because - let’s face it - I wasn’t being exactly discreet. But I could tell she wasn’t upset with my obvious admiration. In fact, I was sure she was enjoying it, very much.
After a while dancing together, she leaned towards to me and whispered in my ear.
“I need to go to the bathroom. Would you mind coming with me?”
There was a wicked smile on her face, I was sure of it, and I didn’t doubt accepting it.
“Sure.”
She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the dancing floor, but not to the bathroom like I thought, but to a small storage room she found unlocked, a couple of feet away from the bathroom door. She pushed me inside and closed the door behind us, turning on the light in the process.
“I used to work here,” she said, explaining how she knew about this room.
“I see…”
I gave her my best wolfish smile. The woman was hot and, though I was in a woman’s body, deep down I was still a man.
“I thought we could use the… time alone,” she added, leaning against the closed door.
I closed the distance between us and just seconds later I was claiming her lustful lips with a hot, fierce kiss, as my hands traveled down her neck to her chest and took hold of her voluptuous breasts, pulling them out of her dress. Like I had suspected the whole night, she wasn’t wearing a bra so I was able to cup them and feel the smoothness of her skin under my touch.
She moaned, pleased, and I took my lips to her hard nipples and decided to enjoy her sweet taste. But she wanted me, too, and soon I was the one against the door while she pulled the dress off of my body and pulled my bra aside, grabbing my breasts, kissing and nibbling them, setting me on fire. She ran a hand down my belly and reached my aching clit, starting to rub it as she kept kissing and nibbling my nipples and breasts.
But I also wanted a taste of her, so I pushed her against a small desk in a corner and had her sit on it, spreading her legs and going down on her, pushing her tiny thong aside and capturing her engorged clit between my lips, licking and sucking hard, loving her muffled moans. Feeling she was getting there, I pushed a couple of fingers inside her and combined the thrusts with the sucks and the licks and soon she was coming hard, clenching around my fingers, shuddering and moaning as waves of pleasure ran through her body.
“God… you’re good…” she managed to utter, pulling me closer and kissing me.
“I’m glad you enjoyed.”
“But I want you too to enjoy.”
She made me change places with her and soon her skillful tongue was driving me to paradise, as her hands caressed and squeezed my breasts, conjuring quite an intoxicating cocktail that drove me to paradise rather quickly.
We left the storage room and went to the bathroom to wash up and use the toilet, amongst all the giggles and chuckles. The rest of the night went smoothly and it was way past four in the morning when we left the club.
I went back to the hotel with Jordan, willing to enjoy all of my time with him, but when he finally fell asleep, I decided I had better go home. I had no idea what would happen today, but I was sure I didn’t want to wake up as Jason in Jordan’s bed.
I got home and after taking off all my clothes, I fell on the bed completely exhausted and only seconds later I was sound asleep. I must have woken up a few hours later, feeling a bit disorientated. But then, I remembered all of what had happened. Hopping out of bed, I ran to the bathroom, not sure what I wanted to find.
I was back. Jason was back.
I ran my hands over my face, feeling a two days of facial hair growth on my face. Well, I guess it was just a dream. I’m not sure it taught me much about women, but I sure had a lot of fun being one.
With a heavy sigh, I hit the shower and I was coming out when my cell phone buzzed.
I had a message from Jordan Matthews: “Thanks for sending me Sarah, I had an incredible weekend.”
The phone fell out of my hand as the realization washed over me: It hadn’t been a dream after all.
I took a seat on my bed and thought about the whole thing. I wasn't sure how I felt about the whole story or how it was even possible. But one thing was clear: I loved being a woman, almost as much as I love being a man!
Halloween Swap
Ashley looked around feeling excited. She had always loved Halloween and she was one of those people that was assured magic was loose that night.
It was the first time she was invited to a Halloween party as big as this one and she was having a blast with all her friends from college. They all lived together in the same students’ residency and they usually went out partying together. One of the girls would get the invitation and the whole group would go.
This time, Ashley had been the one getting the invitation, something very rare, due to her shy personality, but she guessed she had drooled so much over the guy, for so long, he noticed and felt sorry for her.
The host was one of the hottest guys in college, Gideon Matheson, and she had fallen for him the minute she saw him on her first day. He was an engineering student, in his senior year and also the captain of the Lacrosse team. With his dark hair, chocolate eyes and muscled body he had women after him all the time, so Ashley had never bothered to try calling his attention. She still couldn’t believe he had seen her after that game, hanging around the field’s terraces and had invited her to this Halloween party.
She barely had had time to include her friends but he had no problem accepting their presence. And so they were at the party. They had chosen to disguised as zombies, the cheapest disguise they could get and they all looked a bit creepy with the bloody makeup on. Fortunately, they weren’t the only zombies at the party. Gideon himself was wearing a fantastic zombie costume, with what looked like professional makeup and that made them feel great.
Unlike other parties she had gone to while studying in college, this one had a huge variety of food and drinks and actual waiters making sure everybody had what they needed. She was having a really good time, but the looks of the house and the whole party had made her feel a bit sad. Gideon Matheson was clearly out of her leagues and though he had invited her to the party, he would never look at her twice.
“Still wasting your time over Mr. Perfect?” Sally, her best friend asked, handing her another glass of punch.
“Nah, he would have to be in my body and be forced to look at it in the mirror for a few days to really notice it,” she pointed out with a scowl.
Sally let out a loud laugh.
“Right, that would be the only way. A pity we don’t know a witch,” she teased her friend. “Forget about him and enjoy the party. There are a lot of men looking at you, and you don’t even see them,” she grumbled.
Ashley ran her fingers down her blond mane and closed her gray eyes. She was aware men liked to look at her. She was the kind of women men described as petite, though she had very generous curves in the right places. Her main problem was she never paid much attention to any of them, and they usually got tired. She had been cast a spell by Gideon that first day, and she hadn’t been able to see anyone else. She took a long sip of her punch and nodded.
“You’re right. Let’s have some fun.”
She spent the next couple of hours dancing, drinking and flirting but her eyes would inevitably follow Gideon around the place. At some point, right before midnight, she went out to the gardens for some fresh air. She had drunk too much punch and her head was starting to pound. It was so chilly outside, she seemed to be the only one there, so she walked straight to a bench under a willow and took a seat, leaning back and clo
sing her eyes.
“Ah… a fairy has invaded my hideout.”
Gideon’s voice startled her and she almost jumped out.
“No, please… I didn’t mean to scare you out. I guess you needed as much air as I did,” he said, taking a seat next to her.
“Yes… I was starting to feel a bit dizzy,” she confessed, with a faint smile.
“It can happen I guess. Are you enjoying the party, Ashley? I had been meaning to ask you other times but you seem to vanish each time I get close to you.”
His words surprised her so much, she straightened on the bench and turned to look at him.
“No, you haven’t,” she protested.
He let out a loud laugh and nodded.
