Finding New Interests

Tom leaned his head back and sighed. "Ethan, dude, what are we doing?"

Gift Advice

Hey fellas! If you're planning to give your wife or girlfriend sexy lingerie for Christmas this year, just be absolutely certain that it's a gift she'll appreciate.

Otherwise, you might hear the phrase, "If you like it so much, maybe YOU should wear it!"

Of course, I won't tell if you want to pick up something for yourself this year.

Happy Turkey Day!

Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers, and happy Thursday to the rest of you! I'm thankful for all you weirdos out there who enjoy my dirty little stories ;)

Hope everyone gets all the stuffing they can handle today!!

Can't Talk Now

"Jonah? Oh sweetie, thank god you finally picked up. I was getting worried!"

"Mmmhmmph."

"Well, anyways, I finally found that darn spellbook. I think we have everything we need for the ritual at home."

"Mm, mmhmm."

"I know this has been really hard on you, but it'll all be over soon. I mean, the book says the only thing that would seal the magic is if either of us come into contact with, ugh, sexual fluids, but obviously that's the last thing either of us wants."

"Right, yeah, mkay. And you know if it doesn't work or whatever, we'll figure it out. Gotta go, um, got my hands full at the house!"

Something Missing

Walking through the ancient ruins on your vacation, you can't help but feel like something is amiss. You know there's something important you can't remember, but what is it?

You stand there thinking for a while, almost convinced you can hear someone laughing. You decide to mentally retrace the last 24 hours.

You'd arrived late last night, and beaten that old crone to the last taxi from the airport.

At the hotel bar, you'd gotten drunk with a gorgeous local woman, only for her to misinterpret one of your jokes right as you were about to seal the deal.

Touring this ancient temple today, you'd ducked away from the group for just a minute to check out some kind of altar to their goddess that had been roped off. Something had fallen and broken, but you were positive no one had seen you.

After the tour, you'd bought a churro.

You look down, your eyes lingering on the impressive cleavage spilling out of your bikini top, before letting your hands drop to your sides and trace the curve of your exposed ass cheeks absentmindedly as you stare into the distance.

Shit! The realization dawns and you start sprinting back to the food vendor. You'd forgotten your purse!

Demon Worship: Not Even Once

Hey. If you're ever thinking about summoning a demon lord, like, Ba'agrax the Sly for instance... just don't. Sure, you might think he can vanquish your enemies, or at least your high school bullies, but he's spent thousands of years earning that nickname.

After my ritual conjured Ba'agrax in a plume of flame, I got so excited that I forgot to choose my words carefully. I blurted out that I wanted people at school to like me more, without giving any specifics as to how he should interpret that.

I can't deny, he sure delivered. With how horny he made my new body, I've never been more popular, especially with the guys. I just wish they didn't know how much I love it when they finish on my face.

Mash That Subscribe Button

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New Roles

Three months. That's how long it had been since my good-for-nothing sister and her scumbag boyfriend had somehow switched bodies with me and my girlfriend, before promptly skipping town and leaving us stuck in their dead-end lives. With next to nothing in our new bank accounts, it was all we could do to scrape by each month, much less chase the two of them across the country.

Working Man

Whether it was as a mechanic, working construction, or just general manual labor, I'd always made a living using my hands. When the Great Shift dropped me in the body of some dainty blonde, I figured those days were over. My foreman, in his brother's body, laughed as he watched me try to even pick up a jackhammer.

In the process of feeling sorry for myself, I spent a lot of time in bed. Now, the thing about spending a lot of time in bed after being unexpectedly dropped in the body of some leggy chick is that you find some interesting ways to pass the time. To distract yourself, if you will. After a few weeks, I was "distracting myself" on a daily basis.

I finally decided it was time to get back on my feet, in a manner of speaking. As you can see, I'm still using my hands, but I've branched out to other body parts as well. I even work with my old construction crew from time to time!

Losing His Mind and Finding Hers

"Jason? Jas-- I mean, Kristen? Are you home?"

It was getting worse every day. She'd used that weird medallion to switch our bodies last week, and I feel myself slipping into her personality, her identity, more and more.

Putting a Mouth to Better Use

Stephen used to open his mouth any time the topic of black men came up.

To be fair, he still does, but now it's for very different reasons.

Ride 'Em Cowgirl

Darrell kicked the dirt as he cussed under his breath. "Another week, and not one of them damn cows is pregnant." He sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I wish I had a stud here that knew what the fuck to do with a cow and could--ahh, fuck me!!"

In his distracted state, Darrell had managed to step in a fresh cow pie, getting it all over one of his good boots. He'd barely turned back towards the hose when a tremendous thunderclap boomed overhead. It was so loud that his eyes blurred and he nearly lost his balance.

In Too Deep

Don't worry, everyone panics the first time. I'm a guy, you think. This was all a mistake. You swore that it would just be a quick experiment to get those taboo thoughts out of your system, then it got out of hand. Maybe you blame it on the hormones from your new body. You were overwhelmed by the feeling of your big, sensitive tits. Perhaps you blame alcohol for giving in to your feminine urges.

Regardless of how you got here, you never thought you'd find yourself gagging on the dick of some random stranger, terrified of how much you love it. How can you ever go back after this?

Let's be honest, sweetie. You've always craved this, being used by a real man, letting him have his way with you and then thanking him afterwards. You want to spend your days switching between being on your back and on your knees. You've always been a slut. You just never realized until now.

Tomorrow For Sure

 "Seriously Austin, we need to figure this out, like, yesterday. I keep fighting it, but every day I just want your dick more and more."

Why?

"So Charles, is there anything I can get you?" Why did I invite him in? Why don't I just stop whatever this is I'm doing and kick him out?

"Um, no, Mrs. Wells, thank you."

"Please, it's Ms. Wells, or just Angie." Why can't I just say it shouldn't be Ms. or Mrs.?

The Creative Process

"What's your-- are you fucking kidding me right now? What's your motivation?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Like, I know I'm a horny housewife or whatever, but like, what are my dreams in life, you know?"