He’s promised me a hands-on lesson in seduction. I had no idea how far this would go.
Down on my luck after getting dumped, again, I turned to my oldest and wisest friend. He may be a cocky jackass, but if there is one thing he knows it’s how to make a woman fall for him and now he’s promised to give me his secret.
He kept me in the dark, sending over everything I needed and telling me where to meet him. He made me a woman, and now he’s going to make me his.
This is just meant to be a lesson, but I can’t help but feel it’s the start of something more. Maybe it’s just this body, the intensity of these cravings, but I know what I want and need.
I want him to show me what I can take, to teach me with his hands and his lips and his tongue. I want him to command me, shaping me into the woman he needs me to be.
Making me shudder with it. Making me shiver with delight. Making me into her.
His perfect woman. His good girl.
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The smile that comes on my face comes unbidden. It is as natural as a breath and as irrepressible as laughter. It is delight, full and present, and the source of it makes me bound as I leap off the bed and rush to the mirror on my wall.
The woman in my reflection is tall and slender. She stands maybe a few inches shorter than I would but that is all.
Her body is barely visible beneath the tumble of men’s clothing that she wears, so I take in the features of her face instead. I see her nose, slim and slender and upturned at the tip. It is small, cute and button-like, and it fits the rest of her features so well.
Because this woman bridges the gap between adorable and stunningly beautiful. She is cute, with her big brown eyes, and she is gorgeous, with her almost sharp cheekbones. Her lips are full and pursed through the natural resting of her face. Her wide oval shape gives her an air of openness, one that is offset by the long hair that frames her face and falls down far past her shoulders, a tumble of auburn and vivid red that is on the bleeding edge of natural.
I know that she is me, that I am her. That we have become one another and that this woman did not exist before that pill and my body brought her to life and I know that none of this is what I should be feeling and that none of it is what I ought to be feeling but I do.
I feel excitement and I feel anticipation. I feel the thrill of the moment, of the presence of being her with all that means and all that presents to us. I feel the drawing in of breath in the moment before my hands, before her fingers, tense and twitch and reach for my clothing.
It’s like it’s a race. It’s like I’m rushing and trying to unveil myself to a lover before they rush away or second guess things and it’s like I’m on Christmas morning unwrapping a present and tearing at the paper and god what lays beneath does not in any way disappoint.
Her neck, slender and long. Her upper body lean and defined with a softness that does not in any way hint to an ounce of unnecessary fat on her. Her legs tapered and smooth and her ass so perky and tight that it barely even bounces when I pinch it, when I spank it.
Her breasts, proud and full and upturned with nipples that are slightly darker than her skin. Bigger than a handful and just as tight and unrelenting as the rest of her. Her sex, her mound flush a little from the memories and the thoughts and the dreams that I am having right now and I am having with her.
Don’t get me wrong. I may be her right now, but I was born a man and a straight one at that. When I see a beautiful woman, my mind goes to one place and one place only.
And I have been with women who are gorgeous in my time, all of whom have dumped me unceremoniously I might add, but this woman that I’ve become is just as beautiful as any of them. She is gorgeous, far beyond my greatest dreams.
And she is me.