She road into town like a thunderstorm, her body promising delights and memories of a life I’d long left behind.
When she asked me if I wanted to make a deal I balked at her. What could this young woman still in college be willing offer a man past his prime who was long settled into his retirement.
She offered me youth and a second chance. Her genius invention letting us walk a mile in each others shoes. In exchange for a portion of the wealth that I’d accumulated she would let me be her for the summer, no strings attached, and how could I say no to an opportunity like that?
I intend to take full advantage of everything this body has to offer while I have it. I intend to work it out and give it a full ride, holding nothing back and drinking in the glory of youth one last time.
But while I’m her I can’t help but notice her needs. I can’t help but notice the way that she sees the world full of opportunities. And when an old friend of hers comes calling I can’t help but see the opportunity that he offers as well.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, can’t believe I gave in to these needs. I can’t believe I’m feeling these things, playing out a fantasy I never knew I had.
But most of all I can’t believe the way this all feels. I’ve taken a taste of a new life in her body.
I don’t want to go back.
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I saw myself reflected in that mirror but in my fantasy, I wasn’t alone. In that moment there were other women there with me, carbon copies of this body taking their pleasure from it. I wanted them to surround me, to put their hands on me and feel me the way they were now.
I wanted them to choke me and spank me. I wanted them to whisper sweet phrases in my ear and promises that they wouldn’t let me up until I had all of the pleasure I could take. I wanted that and I wanted so much more.
The women were joined by others, a gallery of beauties from my life before. Partners I’d had and women I’d fantasized about, none of them able to resist the charms of this body as they gave her everything they could offer.
They kissed me and I felt their memory on my new lips. They licked me and I could feel them tasting my juices. Then they were there as well.
Men.
Men from my past and men from my mind. All of the hard and furious and powerful men that I had known and so many more. All of them eager to touch me and please me. All of them eager to want me.
I shook my head to chase the memory away. I was straight and I didn’t want that, I couldn’t want that.
But the more I focused on the women the more I found that I wasn’t able to achieve the same feelings as before. It was like once I’d indulged in the fantasy of something long and thick and hard pulsing inside of me I couldn’t get away from it.
A fantasy is a fantasy, that was what I told myself. What I imagine in my own time belongs to me and me alone.
I could indulge, only in my mind and in the privacy of this room could I indulge.
So while it was my fingers inside of me it didn’t feel like it was. While it was my delicate hands on my breasts it felt rough and coarse and strong. While it was only my voice moaning and crying out for more it was their voice I heard in my mind, telling me to take it as they pounded their long thick cocks inside of my tight little pussy.
It built up quickly then, once I’d indulged. Building up so fast that my eyes flew open with surprise as I felt it rocket through my veins. I felt my body tense and then relax only to tense once more. I lost control over myself as I tumbled to my side, as I fell there staring at the reflection in the mirror as a powerful climax wracked her body in spasms.
Time and again, making me tense and then relax in an endless sequence, making my whole body shudder and shake until I came to my rest.
And there in the stillness on the floor with my hand still clamped firmly between my thighs I had only one thought in my mind: that was the most powerful climax I’d ever had in my whole goddamn life.