My parents told me I needed to get my life in order and stop putting my dick into anything that moved. I should have listened. Each night I’d go to a club and pick up any girl willing to fuck. Sometimes hot, sometimes not, sometimes somewhere in between. Didn’t matter, pretty much every pussy feels good and at least from my perspective the girls always seemed very satisfied. Sometimes we wouldn’t even share names, didn’t matter, we both knew it for what it was.
When I saw this chick, she looked like she might be freaky in bed so I made my move and she accepted. Back at my place she didn’t even make me wear a condom, I know… I know… dangerous. But I love the feeling of filling them up with my cum.
She did not disappoint. She came out of my bathroom wearing black lingerie and climbed on top of me, grinding me hard then slipping me inside. She rode me like it was her last time and I held on for dear life through incredible pleasure. As her orgasm tightened around my cock I came inside her and we both drifted to sleep in post sex calmness.
When I woke up she was gone, but as I sat up I knew everything was wrong. I was not only in her lingerie but her body. I walked around feeling my hips move differently and my breasts brush against my arms with every movement. Her hair was constantly in my face. There was no sign of her and it’s not like she stole my life, here I was in my room, with my wallet and phone right there, all my stuff, just not my body.
Curiosity got the best of me and I started exploring and I gotta say, the logistics of continuing life are daunting but if this exploration session is any indicator I’m going to be looking to get laid just as much as I used to cause I can definitely work with the pussy she gave me.