by R L Singer
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Megan arrived at home, the sun had set and the house was dark. Jayden wasn’t home yet. Megan felt like the slime-ball she thought all men were. She had used a woman for her own personal pleasure, with no intentions on contacting that girl again. She felt lonely - she felt the loneliness of a life as a player.
Before Megan could continue her thought, Jayden walked in. He looked tired and ashamed.
“Hey Jayden, what’s up? You look pretty down for a guy who got to have sex as a woman.”
“Meg, I’m sorry.”
“For what Jay?”
“I realized today how it feels to be a woman. How it feels to be used as a woman. I feel dirty.”
“Yeah, well I’m glad you can finally understand what it feels like for us woman, knowing that guy is never going to call. Hump and dump.”
“Yeah, I never want to feel like this again. Why aren’t you out getting some hot ass tale?”
“I did. And, I honestly feel more lonely now than I did before it. How do you deal with the loneliness?”
“I have more sex.”
“Fucking hell Jayden, seriously. How can you go through life like this? Not one person ever gets to know you. I finally understand why you do this: because you're scared if someone gets to know you, they might actually get close enough to hurt you, so you'd rather be lonely forever.”
Jayden’s face dropped, ashamed.
“I’m going to go have a bath. Again Meg, I am really sorry I gave you shit. You’re not a slut and you’re not plastic, you just haven’t got a good pick of men out there. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
Before Megan could answer, Jayden closed the bathroom door. Megan decided to go take a bubble bath and soak in her tub. Both of them were sitting in their tubs, thinking about the events of the day, feeling ashamed about how they had treated each other. They both finally understood what it felt like to be each other and the different challenges they both had to face.
Megan finished up first, slipping on a pair of boxer briefs. She grabbed a sandwich in the kitchen and sat on the couch and switched on a movie. As Megan was about to take a bite of her sandwich, Jayden walked out in a pair of hot pants and a T-shirt with bunny slippers.
“Hey, you want to join me? The movie just started. Oh, and I made you a sandwich: it’s on the counter. That’s the only carb you’re allowed today so enjoy it.”
Jayden laughed, as he realized how shit it really was to be a woman. How they had to watch everything they eat because men like him judge woman purely on their looks.
“Yeah sure, what are you watching?” he asked as he grabbed the plate from the kitchen and sat next to Megan.
“It’s the new 50 Shades of Grey movie.”
“Oh geez, you woman and your chick flicks.”
“Oh, shut up! Just try and enjoy it.”
The movie had barely started when Jayden leaned over Megan, looking into her eyes. Megan may have been trapped inside Jayden’s body, but her eyes were still the same. Jayden kissed Megan, the most passionate kiss he had ever given anyone. Megan’s heart started to quicken, as her body started to tremble.
They were finally giving themselves to the feelings they had for each other. They finally understood each other. Megan removed her clothes off of Jayden as Jayden removed Megan's boxer briefs, revealing the biggest erection he had ever seen on his own body, dripping wet, ready for Megan.
Jayden climbed on top of Megan, slipping Megan inside him. A loud groan leaving both of them, fully entwined in the passion between them, they didn’t realize they were no longer in each others' bodies.
Megan was on Jayden thrusting on his hard length. Jayden had his hands all over Megan, his nails digging into her. They fully understood each others' bodies. As Megan thrust harder and faster, leading them both into an earth shattering climax that left them both spent.
“I love you Megan. I've always loved you.”
“I love you, too, Jayden.”
Soulmate Swap
Eileen was getting desperate. After a whole week looking for the man who she had swapped bodies with, she was starting to lose hope of ever finding him. She was spending her vacation in Seoul, South Korea when she visited an ancient Buddhist temple. Following the monk’s instructions, she had lightened some incense sticks and had wished for what she had been craving for quite some time: to find the man of her life, her other half, her soulmate.
Eileen was twenty-six years old and had been alone in her life since she was sixteen. Her parents had passed away in a car accident and she didn’t have any other family members since her parents had been only children. Eileen craved so much for a family. She had made a few mistakes in life, looking for that elusive everlasting love. Now, all she wanted was to find Mr. Right and form a family with him.
The spirituality of the moment was so powerful she felt a wave of energy rushing through her. She had left the place with a wide smile and a light heart. But the next morning, when she woke up in a strange hotel room, in a man’s body she had almost lost her mind.
She was no longer in Seoul, but in Incheon, a Korean island, staying at a five-star hotel. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she almost freaked out.
After the initial panic, Eileen was able to calm down and think clearly. All she had to do was go back to Seoul and look for her body at the hotel she had been staying. Once there, they would be able to figure out a way to swap back.
Eileen went to the bathroom for a quick shower and when she was walking in front of the mirrored wall, she stopped and spent a few moments admiring the body she was in. The man was hot as hell, that was for sure, with his tall, muscled body, his dark hair and mesmerizing gray eyes. She had a morning stubble that did nothing to make her look less gorgeous and she had to admit he was someone she could easily fall for. Not that she would only pay attention to a man’s appearance, but it sure helped, when it came to calling a woman’s attention and this body sure did.
When Eileen took off the t-shirt and the shorts she was wearing, her breath was caught in her throat, at the sight of the well-defined abs and the big, thick cock hanging between her legs. Good God… the man was quite a stud, no doubt about it.
She ran her hand over the shaft and it quickly throbbed in her hand, getting half-erected. Moaning at the unexpected reaction, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn’t have time for that, so, instead of a warm shower, she opted for a cold one and a few minutes later, she was leaving the hotel and setting the GPS for the hotel where she had been staying.
Eileen had checked all of his documents before she left, in case she was pulled over by the police and she learned his name was Gideon Sullivan, resident in Melbourne, Australia. But he was no longer there. According to the receptionist, he had left the hotel that same morning and hadn’t left an address.
Desperate, she returned to the hotel on Incheon, but he wasn’t there either nor had he been there asking for her.
She waited a few more days, until the day he was supposed to go back to Melbourne, according to his plane ticket, but he hadn’t shown up and Eileen was starting to feel desperate. Especially when she lived in Sidney and he lived in Melbourne, in god knows where. But arriving in Melbourne she would start calling herself and he would have to answer the calls at some point, or so she hoped.
It had been hard staying at the hotel and pretending to be a man she didn’t know. To those who seemed to know him, she would tell them he wasn’t feeling well quickly ended any possible conversation, but she wouldn’t be able to do that forever. She needed to find him and find a way to change things.
Her plane landed at Melbourne’s airport and picking up her bags she headed out, not sure what to do or where to go. She was about to leave the building when a man in a driver’s uniform stopped in front of her and greeted her.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan. Did you have a good flight?”
It took her a few
seconds to realize the man was talking to her as he picked the luggage he was carrying.
“Oh… yes… it was alright.”
She followed the man, with a slight frown.
“Will you be going home or would you rather go to the company first?” the man asked when they were already inside a black limousine.
“Home, please. I need to solve a few things there first,” she replied, sure she didn’t want to face more people she didn’t know but that would expect to be recognized by her.
The journey to the man’s house wasn’t long, and when he finally arrived it, Eileen gasped surprised. The place was a mansion. With huge gardens surrounding it, a pool on one side and a tennis court on the other.
The car stopped at the main door and she jumped out of the car not sure what to do. She felt wrong being there, but she didn’t know what else to do. The door was opened by a woman she assumed was the housekeeper.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan. I trust you had a pleasant flight.” the woman said and she pasted a faint smile on her face.
“Yes, thank you. Has anyone been looking for me? A woman?” she asked, with high hopes.
“Just Miss Masters, this morning. She wasn’t sure what time you would be arriving,” the woman said with a cold tone. Eileen was able to tell Miss Masters wasn’t very appreciated by the woman.
“Did you tell her?” she had no intention of receiving anyone that wasn’t him in her body.
“No, sir,” she quickly assured her.
“Perfect. I’m expecting a woman. Her name is Eileen Somerset. If she either calls me or comes here to see me I want you to call me right away,” she ordered in her most demanding tone. “I’m not talking to anyone else.”
The woman nodded a bit surprised but she didn’t say anything else. Sighing relieved, Eileen walked out of the house, towards the pool looking for privacy. She was eager to start calling her number. The few calls went straight to voicemail and when she was starting to feel desperate, he finally answered the damn phone.
“Yes?” it was weird hearing herself on the other side of the line, but right now she didn’t have time to linger on the details.
“Mr. Sullivan, I know you don’t know me, but I’m Eileen Somerset. You’re in my body,” she said, oozing all the nervousness she had been feeling ever since she woke up in his body.
“Where the hell are you?” he shouted in her ear.
“I’m at your place. I spent several days waiting for you in Incheon after my search for you in Seoul didn’t work,” she explained.
“I’m on a bus, heading to Melbourne. I wasn’t able to change your reservation because apparently, you couldn’t afford it,” he ranted.
“Right,” she admitted. “Listen I understand you’re upset, I am upset as well. This isn’t my fault.”
Though she actually thought it was, she wasn’t about to admit that.
“I doubt you’ve been through all the trouble I have,” he grumbled, but his tone wasn’t as high as a few seconds ago.
“Do you want me to pick you up at the bus station?” she suggested, trying to make things easier for him.
“No, just stay put and don’t move. I’ll be there in a few hours.”
She accepted and he ended the call. Too restless to sit back and wait, she wandered around the garden, thinking for the first time of what might have happened to her body during all those days she had been in his body.
Remembering the times she had masturbated with his body, she frowned at the thought of him doing the same. She knew she wasn’t being logical, but she couldn’t help it. Time seemed to go by excruciatingly slow and by the time she saw him walking towards her, she was about to climb the walls.
Unable to help herself, she closed the distance between them and hugged him tightly. “God… I was starting to think I would never see me again,” she said, with a shaky tone.
“If you had stayed put in Incheon I would have found you on day one,” he grumbled but didn’t pull back from her embrace.
“I could say the same. I drove to Seoul as soon as I woke up,” she said, finally stepping back.
“What do you think happened here? Did you wish for this to happen or something?” he asked as he guided her to a couple of chairs not far from them, under a willow tree.
“No… I had been to a temple the day before, but I assure you I didn’t wish to swap souls with you. I don’t even know you,” she said, with a slight frown, not willing to admit she had wished to meet her other half.
“I was at a temple too. What did you wish for?” he asked, clearly curious.
“It was something private, but I assure you, it had nothing to do with you,” she said, in a firm tone.
“What are we supposed to do now?” he said, as his frown deepened on his forehead.
“I’m as clueless as you, believe me,” she said, sighing hiding her face between her hands.
He stayed in silence for a few moments before he let out a loud laugh.
“God, this is insane. I still have trouble believing this is actually happening, even when I’ve had quite a few hot moments with your lustful body,” he said, with a naughty grin on his face.
This was enough to make her raise her head and look at her.
“What have you been doing?” she asked in a cold tone.
“The same as you, I’m sure. With myself,” he added, with a mischievous grin.
She considered the idea of denying her part, but the look on his face told her she would be wasting her time.
“So, now what? I can’t take your place. I don’t even know you,” Eileen asked, leaning back in her chair.
“I know… so we should be together all the time. You’ll call James, my assistant and tell him you won’t go back to work yet, that you need a few more days of vacations,” he instructed.
“I should be back at work by now. I guess that means I’ll lose my job,” Eileen said, in a sad tone.
“What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a librarian,” she said, with obvious pride.
“You have to be kidding me,” he laughed.
“Why do you say that? I really love books, so working on the university’s library was my dream job,” she grumbled.
“I promise I’ll help you get a similar job, but we can’t be in different cities for now,” he said, in a soothing tone.
“I understand that.”
“So, first things first, we need to get you new clothes,” he said, with a scowl.
“What’s the matter with your clothes?” she asked, puzzled.
He smiled.
“Let me rephrase that: we need to get your body new clothes. I have a reputation to keep and I don’t plan to stay hidden at home for god knows how much time,” he clarified.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” she asked, in a cold tone.
“They’re too dull,” he said with a devious tone. “You’ll like it, I’m sure.”
“I can’t afford new clothes,” she protested.
“I’ll buy them since I’m the one insisting in this,” he explained.
“I’m not sure I like that idea.”
“It’s my money, and for now, this is my body,” he stated and she wasn’t able to refute his words.
So he took her to a nearby mall and they really had a lot of fun buying him all of the sexy clothes he chose. By the end of the day, he put on a tight black dress and invited her out for dinner and to a night club.
It was fun being treated like a celebrity, especially when they entered the club as if they owned it.
But things changed a bit the minute he asked her to dance, or to be more exact, the minute she held him in her arms for the dance. The attraction she had sensed when she had seen his reflection in the mirror blasted through her body and she felt her hard cock pressing against her pants.
He slid his hands under her jacket and up her back, making her close her eyes for a second and moan as pleasure rumbled through her body. The dance changed into a slow se
duction and though they tried to ignore it for a while, after a few dances, she was so hard she thought she would explode on her pants.
Discreetly, he pressed her hand against her loins, with a devious grin on his face. He pulled her head down and whispered in her ear.
“I believe it’s time we go back home and take care of that before you act like a teenager,” he teased her and she nodded, so hot that all she wanted was him, and no one but him. But she wasn’t going down that easily.
She looked around as if looking for someone.
