Men have it so much better than women. They’ll never know or understand how good it can feel to be a man.
I know it’s a controversial opinion, but I just don’t think women can experience pleasure quite like a man can. They can never feel the explosive satisfaction that we can. They’ll never understand what it means to have that release.
People like it when I say this, especially the women I bring to my bed.
Celeste claimed she was a witch. She claimed she had the ability to show me just how wrong I was. She was bound and determined to teach me a lesson.
I can’t believe this is happening, transformed right here in front of four of my handsome and hung friends. I can’t believe I’m craving it, my body aching for their hard touch and throbbing relief. I can’t believe I might be wrong, that it might be far better in this delicate female body than I could have ever imagined.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe I should have been a bimbo all along.
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Then I was anything but alone.
Anything but alone because as my eyes open and I looked around I saw the familiar faces of Mike and James and Liam and Ryan staring down at me, and the look on their faces was equal parts disbelief and hunger.
I knew in an instant just why that hunger was there. It was clear for anyone to see just what it was that they were staring at, why they couldn’t look away.
I didn’t need to look. I could feel it. I could feel the soft curves of my hips and the gentle but insistent weight on my chest. I could feel the brush of hair over my shoulders and the smooth silky touch of my skin.
I didn’t need to look but I did anyway, staring through their legs to the mirror on the wall we always used to make sure we looked our best. And though I may not have looked anything like my normal self and I can say with absolute and complete certainty that I did look entirely my best.
I looked blonde and busty. I looked petite and trim. I looked perky and bubbly. I looked just like every woman I had been to bed with except for Celeste.
With blonde curly hair and big blue eyes. With pretty pert pink lips and a button nose. Her breasts were large but perky, her nipples pale and entrancing, her stomach smooth and defined. She had a sprinkling of hair on the mound between her legs and the smooth curves of her legs had an undeniable allure.
If I saw this woman in a bar I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I’d be drawn to her, a fishhook deep in my belly dragging me to her and reeling me in. I’d be lost to a woman like her, falling for her and pursuing her until she fell for my charms.
She was so like so many of the women I’d chased over time. Entirely my type.
And yet it would never work with her. There would always be something missing. Always almost there and yet not quite complete. If I closed my eyes I could picture her and I could feel the thrill and pulsing need when I thought of her features and body, but I couldn’t envision myself with her. I could only envision her.
A tremble ran up inside of me. A confusion as I felt this body respond to feelings from some well deep deep down in me. Some chord was struck, some ancient and fearsome beast in my belly rising up and roaring with a passion and fury that I’d never felt before.
I had an opportunity here. An opportunity that didn’t make a damn bit of sense but didn’t have to.
I didn’t know if this was a dream or if this was reality. I didn’t know whether my eyes were deceiving me or whether Celeste was really everything she said she was and could do everything she claimed she could.
But this was an opportunity and I was an opportunist. How many people in this world can honestly say they’ve been given a real chance to experience things from the other side? How many people can say they’ll know what it’s like to understand what the other sex wants?
How many women can approach things with as poignant and unique a perspective as this? Surely I would be doing everyone a disservice if I didn’t pursue this opportunity in full.
And so I stared at these four men staring down at me. At my closest friends who were looking at me with the predictable hunger of any man faced with a woman like me. I looked up at them and I didn’t see the men I knew and was close to. I saw an opportunity, and I was going to seize it.