I was lost when she left me. Devastated and down in the depths I was desperate to show her how I felt.
Searching the globe for an answer I found it, an item that would cast a spell and let her feel my feelings. Let her connect with me and know the pain that she caused me.
Something was lost in the translation.
Because instead of feeling what I feel she is me and I am her. We’ve switched bodies, with her finding herself in my life of ruin and me in hers of pleasure.
On a beach and in a resort. Beneath a warm sun with a man who is handsome and firm and strong.
He wants me because he wants her. He wants this body and this body wants him. This body craves the pleasure of the company of a man.
And I think that I do too.
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I took in the sight of him fully, his strong arms and firm hands. His body that spoke of power and experience and capability. His blue eyes that were intense and alight with intelligence, sparkling with a wisdom and amusement at the sight of the pretty young woman pleasuring herself in his bed.
So this was her new man. This was the man that she had left me for. This was the man who had been able to do what I couldn’t do for her, who was able to be there for her.
I could see why she liked him, because I felt it too. The draw of authority and capability. The way that he looked at you that made you feel like you were truly present, that you were the focus of his attention and his world.
That made you feel like he only had eyes for you.
Any man would have done just fine, but he would be more than enough. I looked at him and I bit my lip and I pulled my fingers out from inside of my shorts, pushing them past the lips of my mouth and wordlessly licking them clean as I begged him with my eyes.
Take me. Have me. Ravish me.
This man didn’t waste a single moment. He stripped out of his shirt as he stepped up to me and I let out a squeal of delight as he pushed me to the bed.
He was heavy above me, a weight pinning me down with a force that made me thrill with excitement. I squirmed beneath him, feeling his hands running up my sides to cup my breasts as I sighed and pressed against his chest.
When he kissed me I kissed him back immediately, pushing my tongue into his mouth with an urgency that made me forget forever who I was.
In that moment I became her. I became Bethany. I became a beautiful and adorable woman. I became someone to be desired and wanted, and I felt the power thrilling in me from that.
Because I’d been with women who wanted me before. I’d seen women checking me out across rooms, and I’d known what it was like to have them want me.
But I’d never been wanted like this. I’d never felt the intensity and thrill pushing in me. I’d never felt it rushing through me quite like this, pounding in me and making me want more from it, making me crave it like the addict I was.
He pushed down my body, finger slipping down to press down my shorts and tug them off of me. To press apart my thighs as he pressed his head between them and dipped deep in me.
I could feel his tongue touching me, and it made everything I had done with my fingers feel like a stiff breeze in comparison.
The pleasure rushing through me was a hurricane, as he licked up and down and pushed his tongue deep into the well of my sex. His hand slipped around to let his thumb tease at my clit, rubbing and flicking it while he found a rhythm and pattern on my sex that was intense and immense, a rhythmic tattoo that commanded a spell over me.
It built higher and higher, building a pleasure and a pressure in me that was fit to burst. As his finger and his tongue played with me, as he dipped deep in me and drew out the wetness of my need. As he made me gasp and drag my fingers in his hair, tugging him into me with a low moan that was wordless and intense.
I wanted this. I wanted all of this. I wanted all of the pleasures that this body alone could take. I wanted to experience everything, to give myself over fully to this once in a lifetime experience for as long as it lasted.
And that meant that there could be no limits to what I would do.