Business Model

Butt A Dream

Puzzle

Statistically Speaking

Old Enough To Know

TMI

Ready To Aim

Smokey

You're Not My Dad!

Who IS this?

Mistaken Prank

Unlimited Plan

Synchronized

Leave From Work

The Gallery

The Slow Swap (Short Story)

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I'm Gone (Follow Up)

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Trashy Talk (Follow Up)

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Photos Of Not Me

Bed and Breakfast Prices

Her Needs

A Road Less Traveled

The Best Drama

Image Choices

Proving It

Morning With Reagan (A Short Story)

I hoped that shutting my eyes would help. That somehow I would open them and things would be back to normal. Sadly, I’m wrong. I look down at my body spread out on a bed not my own. Hair covers my thick muscular legs and a large, soft penis rests down against my left thigh. This is not the teenage girl I was yesterday. I want to reach out and touch myself, but these new fingers of mine just feel strange and swollen – so much thicker than my real hands.

I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts, it takes me a moment to register that I’m not alone. A woman in a pale pink satin robe is gazing at me with equal parts lust and uncertainty. I know she’s got nothing on underneath the robe, as she threw it on after I freaked out a few minutes ago. Her name is Reagan, and she’s my best friend’s mother, but this new body of mine is seeing her in a very different way. A part of me wishes I hadn’t pushed her off me when I found myself here in this man’s body. The slurping noise was the first thing I heard, then the sensation coming through my crotch. Looking down and seeing Reagan wide eyed, gazing up at me with those thick lips wrapped around a cock that was somehow mine. As good as it felt, I still freaked out and pulled her off my dick, the suction of her mouth gripping to every ridge of my manhood as I tore her away.

The Arrangement

A Godly Experience

Midlife Crisis

Morning After