Thank You, Sabrina

All That Matters (For realfield)

Backfire

Naughty or Nice

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New Beginnings

On Her Mind

Spring of Femininity

Some Things Don't Change

"I started believing in magic again at the age of twenty one, when my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch, decided to punish me by transforming me into the most alluring siren you had ever met." 

Transcript: I stopped believing in magic at the age of eight when I discovered that magicians were nothing but lying tricksters. I started believing in magic again at the age of twenty one, when my ex-girlfriend, who turned out to be a witch, decided to punish me by transforming me into the most alluring siren you had ever met. She turned me into a teenage boy’s walking wet dream. 

It was supposed to teach me a lesson, to help me understand a relationship from the female’s point of view and to help me see the error of my ways. My ex was fed up with the way I still lusted after other women and was even more repulsed at the fact that I had the gall to suggest a threesome. 

The change was never meant to be permanent, but due to a slight miswording of the spell on her part and due to the fact that I may or may not have slept with a multitude of men during my supposedly temporary tenure as a woman ( and before you say anything, you try being in the body of a voluptuous sex goddess whilst retaining the frenzied sex drive of a man), the magic was sealed within me and I became stuck in the body of a Playboy centerfold forever.  

My ex and I split up shortly after and I went through a string of boy toys before finally meeting my current boyfriend, Jack. In some ways, my ex has succeeded in her attempts to change me. These days, I no longer leave the toilet seat up, pay much attention to sports, or go out with the guys for drinks. Ironically, one of the few things that hasn’t changed is exactly what she set out to correct in the first place. I still find other girls quite attractive and I still can’t seem to keep my eyes, or hands among other things if they’ll let me, off of them. Unlike my ex however, Jack doesn’t seem to mind my passions one bit.

Beauty and Brains

For the eagle eyed observers, you may find that the two models in the caption below are also the same very two featured in "Scandalous Studies". This is because when I was going through my folder of saved images and I saw them, I saw two very distinctly different stories in the images. Usually when something like that happens, I try to combine the stories into one, but these were so distinctly different that I knew I had to do two different caps for them, so here's this one! Leave me some comments!

 

Transcript:

Come on Dan! Give me those!

No way, Pat! There’s no way I’m letting you take these lab sheets as proof!

Why the hell not? If we can’t prove that we accidentally transformed ourselves into voluptuous young women, no one is ever going to believe us! We’d never be able to go back to our old lives!

Pfft, I can’t believe you! We get turned into total babes with a chance to relive what could be the best parts of our lives and you want to throw it all away?

You’re kidding me, you mean you actually want to stay as a girl?

Sure, why not? I mean, it sure beats the alternative. Just think for a minute, Pat. If the world ever found out about what happened here today, do you really think they’d just let us walk away from it? No, we’d get poked and prodded until they were satisfied, all in the name of science. Besides, haven’t you ever wondered how the other half lives? Or what it’d be like to be popular or well liked? We could go back through school as the girls we used to dream about, live the life of a drop dead gorgeous teen, but with the mind of a Ph.D.! Brains and beauty! Can you imagine just how deadly a combination that would be? We could do anything, go anywhere, and be anyone we wanted to be!

Well I suppose we could give it a try…just for a few days first though. I can’t deny that the possibilities seem enticing, but I’m still not too sure…

Great! It’s settled then!

For now, yes. Now would you please let me have some clothes? I haven’t quite gotten accustomed to seeing my new self naked yet…

No way! Are you kidding me? There’s only one way to get accustomed to our new bodies and we won’t be needing any clothes for that! 

Health and Fitness

This is again, one of those images that just really struck a chord with me as soon as I saw it. I actually had to rewrite the story a bit though as my first version got a bit too long, so I had to cut it off and try again!

Also, I will be trying to add a new label to my caps, "clean", to denote those that are not explicit for those that prefer that style of cap.

 

 

 

Transcript: Although many things had changed since Nicholas had been transformed into Nicola, the one thing that hadn’t was her devotion to health and fitness. In fact, one could even say that being fit had become even more important to her since, though what particular aspects of fitness she focused on certainly had.

Over the past few months, Nicola had intensified her workouts to flatten her tummy, tone her arms and legs, and sculpt her butt. Looking at her butt now, she was happy to see that all the squats she had been doing were really paying off. It was nice and curvy, luscious, but firm, and sure to attract plenty of attention as she walked past. 

There was still some more work to do though, swimsuit season was right around the corner and she had no intention of letting herself look anything but smoking hot in her sexy string bikini. She had some boys to tease after all! And if all went well, she might give them the chance to see just how fit and flexible she really was!

On Her Mind

So this was a caption that I'd written awhile back, but I wasn't that happy with it, so I'd forgone publishing it for awhile. Today, I went back and cut some text, changed some things, and over all, I am much more pleased with how it turned out this go around. I've posted the original as well, so if you'd like to see how it originally was, take a look, and let me know what you think of the changes!

Transcript: Ardent squeals continued to stream out from Chloe’s lips as the particularly well hung stud behind her continued to pound her eager pussy. Being in Chloe’s body was literally an out of body experience for Ben and though there was a particular discomfort to being so roughly dominated by another male, the overpowering sensation of heavenly bliss from Chloe’s female body certainly more than made up for it.
Ben had originally possessed Chloe’s body at the request of his good friend and Chloe’s boyfriend, Dan, who was looking for a discreet way to better learn how to please Chloe in bed. Being the good friend thatBen was,he had agreed to Dan’s plan. A few magic potions later, Ben had found himself in Chloe’s body.
The man pleasuring her at the moment however was not Dan, but Lance, the football team’s star fullback. The precarious situation had all began when, following Dan’s takeover of her body, he had found Chloe at Lance’s house and in the middle of a steamy make out session. Chloe was cheating on Dan! He’d wanted to pull away, but had thought better of it and stopped himself to avoid giving himself away. As dumb as Lance was, even he could’ve figured out that something was amiss if Chloe’s demeanor suddenly changed. The longer he allowed Lance to go on however, the more he found himself enjoying it, even starting to think of himself as her. If Chloe was a fine instrument, then Lance was a master musician. Lance knew just where and how to touch her petite body and what to say to fill her stomach with a thousand fluttering butterflies.

 It wasn’t long before the new Chloe had caved into her desires and

allowed Lance to take her entirely.

The pleasure that Chloe was experiencing now seemed almost ethereal. She’d never felt such bliss. For awhile now, the entire area from her hips to the tops of her thighs had been getting really warm. Her body had started to get tight as a wonderful pressure began to build up within her, signaling the point of no return. It had gotten tighter and tighter and warmer and warmer until suddenly, giant satisfying contractions began all over her body. Her toes clenched, her nipples grew hard, and her pussy had started to throb and convulse. She let out a feverish cry, begging Lance not to stop, but to fuck her harder.

Her thighs were still shaking and her body soaking wet as Lance flipped her over and spurted his sticky load all over her hot body. That had been amazing. Basking in the warm afterglow of her mind blowing orgasm, Chloe was no longer contemplating on the least painful way to break the news to Dan, but rather how long it would take Lance before he was ready for round two...

How You're Making It Up to Me

As usual, this one turned out to be a lot longer than I originally intended. When I saw the picture, the idea for this story immediately began forming in my head, so I began to write. What started out as a one liner turned into a paragraph and then two and the next thing you know, it's turned into a pretty dense three panel caption. 

At any rate, this is probably one of the few magical transformations you'll see from me for awhile as magic is usually not really my thing, but I really quite enjoyed writing this one. Who knows, maybe inspiration will strike again! 

As usual, comments are always welcome!

Transcript: “Oh dear,” Tim muttered as he stopped short, noticing the open book in Ron’s hand.

Two months ago, Tim had discovered a mysterious book of spells in the attic, but it hadn’t been until three weeks ago that he and Ron had finally mustered up the courage to try it. Acting impetuously, Tim had cast the first spell that caught his eye. Unfortunately, a few mispronunciations had altered the effects from helping him get a gorgeous girl to turning his roommate, Ron, into a gorgeous girl. To make matters worse, their efforts to find a way to reverse the spell had come failed. Luckily however, according to the spell book, the magic would last for only thirty days, after which the spell would be broken. Left with no choice, there was little they could do but to wait it out.

Unknown to Ron however, a few days after the mishap, Tim had actually discovered a counter to undo the spell, but the revelation was kept secret. Upon finding the reversal spell, Tim realized that over the course of the past few days, he had come to quite enjoy having Ron around as a girl. Even though he knew that the sultry brunette strutting around the house was his roommate Ron, that didn’t change the fact that Ron still had the body of a total sexpot. And since the change had been an accident, there was no harm in letting the spell take its due course was there? Ron had seemed to adjust quite well, accepting the fact that he would be stuck as a girl for thirty days, even seeming happier for it. In fact, he had even obtained a whole new wardrobe and had recently taken to parading around in nylon encased legs and revealing lingerie, a habit that Tim did not mind at all. And thus, Tim had reasoned that what Ron didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and so Ron wouldn’t know. Unfortunately, it looked like all that was  about to change.

“Well hello there, I’ve been waiting for you to get home,” Ron paused for a moment, then continued as Tim stayed silent.

“I’ve been doing some reading. It’s amazing what you can find out when you open a good book. In fact, I may have even found the very reversal spell we had so much trouble finding when this all started. You’ll never guess where I found it: on a torn out page hidden in this book. Odd isn’t it, that it would be hidden in such a place? But you already knew that didn’t you?”

“Ron, I’m so sorry, please let me explain—“

“Save it, Tim. I don’t want to hear it. You held out on me, but you know what? I’m not mad. I’m not mad at all and do you know why?”

Tim began to think, but Ron cut him off before he could answer, “Because you’re going to make it up to me…in a very special way…”

Tim smiled nervously, “Of course Ron, I’ll make it up to you, just name it.”

Resting confidently in the rustic seat as if it were a throne, Ron spread wide her now long slender legs, offering Tim an uninhibited view of her sweet slit.

“Do you like what you see? I know you do. I’ve seen the awkward walk you do around me to hide your arousal. You’d love to play with a pussy like mine wouldn’t you? To fondle these breasts and caress this body? Well guess what? I found the spell. Oh yes, the very same one that started this whole mess in the first place. I even discovered some of the finer details that we failed to notice the first time. For instance, did you know that there is a way to make the spell permanent?”

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t I understand what you want,” Tim stammered. He really hoped that he hadn’t already done something to accidentally turn Ron into a woman permanently, thereby incurring greater wrath, or worse, that Ron wanted to turn him into a woman permanently, or both!   

Ron held him in a seductive gaze, powerful enough to melt metal, “I want nothing more than what you already want. Over the course of the past couple of weeks, I have come to truly find myself and as a result, I have decided that I wish to remain as I am, as a woman, forever. However, in order to accomplish that, I need something of you.”

A wave of relief washed over Tim, “Oh thank goodness, so you’re not going to punish me by turning me into a woman as well?”

“Heavens no! I have a very different use in mind for you. You see, in order to seal the magic of the spell, I require a very special ingredient to be applied within me, the seed of a man. Now the wine glass on the table, do you see it? I want you to—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tim interrupted Ron as he deduced what Ron wanted him to do, “you want me to masturbate into a wine glass so that you can use my cum to seal the spell!?”

“Would you let me finish? On the table you’ll also find a bottle of vintage port. I want you to pour yourself a glass. White port wine is said to be a potent aphrodisiac and you’ll need all the help you can get.”

Tim was at a loss once again, “Are you saying…um asking me to…so you want me to do what?”

“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Long, hard, and deep. I want you to part my ready lips and impale me with your eager shaft. I want you to make me scream for more as I reach the throes of ecstasy, urging you to cum inside of me, but not just once, but multiple times, over and over again, all night long, until you are completely spent. Although once should be sufficient to seal the spell, it is better to be safe than sorry, hence why at sunset the next day, we will begin again, and each night after that until my thirty days have passed. So what are you waiting for Tim? I can see your cock struggling to burst free and if my pussy were any wetter, it would drip, so come over here and slide that cock within me already!”

Hot 'N Heavy Workout

Here's a quickie!

 Transcript: Since being transformed by a vengeful ex-girlfriend that also happened to be a witch-in-training, Andy has since begun to take an increased interest in exercise, particularly cardio. Not only is cardio great for maintaining a flawless figure, but also for increasing heart health.

These days, Andy usually hits the gym in her favorite white fitness catsuit several times a week, much to the delight of the male regulars. She typically plays coy, but always makes sure to give them a show as she strains and gets out of breath. Then, when she finds that she’s become too hot—or too horny—for her clothes, she’ll pick the first muscular hunk that catches her eye where it counts and take him somewhere else where they can both do something that’ll give their hearts a special workout.

On Her Mind

So this was a caption that I'd written awhile back, but I wasn't that happy with it, so I'd forgone publishing it for awhile. Today, I went back and cut some text, changed some things, and over all, I am much more pleased with how it turned out this go around. I've posted the original as well, so if you'd like to see how it originally was, take a look, and let me know what you think of the changes!

Transcript: Ardent squeals continued to stream out from Chloe’s lips as the particularly well hung stud behind her continued to pound her eager pussy. Being in Chloe’s body was literally an out of body experience for Ben and though there was a particular discomfort to being so roughly dominated by another male, the overpowering sensation of heavenly bliss from Chloe’s female body certainly more than made up for it.

Ben had originally possessed Chloe’s body at the request of his good friend and Chloe’s boyfriend, Dan, who was looking for a discreet way to better learn how to please Chloe in bed. Being the good friend thatBen was,he had agreed to Dan’s plan. A few magic potions later, Ben had found himself in Chloe’s body.

The man pleasuring her at the moment however was not Dan, but Lance, the football team’s star fullback. The precarious situation had all began when, following Dan’s takeover of her body, he had found Chloe at Lance’s house and in the middle of a steamy make out session. Chloe was cheating on Dan! He’d wanted to pull away, but had thought better of it and stopped himself to avoid giving himself away. As dumb as Lance was, even he could’ve figured out that something was amiss if Chloe’s demeanor suddenly changed. The longer he allowed Lance to go on however, the more he found himself enjoying it, even starting to think of himself as her. If Chloe was a fine instrument, then Lance was a master musician. Lance knew just where and how to touch her petite body and what to say to fill her stomach with a thousand fluttering butterflies. It wasn’t long before the new Chloe had caved into her desires and

allowed Lance to take her entirely.

The pleasure that Chloe was experiencing now seemed almost ethereal. She’d never felt such bliss. For awhile now, the entire area from her hips to the tops of her thighs had been getting really warm. Her body had started to get tight as a wonderful pressure began to build up within her, signaling the point of no return. It had gotten tighter and tighter and warmer and warmer until suddenly, giant satisfying contractions began all over her body. Her toes clenched, her nipples grew hard, and her pussy had started to throb and convulse. She let out a feverish cry, begging Lance not to stop, but to fuck her harder.

Her thighs were still shaking and her body soaking wet as Lance flipped her over and spurted his sticky load all over her hot body. That had been amazing. Basking in the warm afterglow of her mind blowing orgasm, Chloe was no longer contemplating on the least painful way to break the news to Dan, but rather how long it would take Lance before he was ready for round two...

ORIGINAL:

Note: Original title was "Heartbreaking Discoveries"

Not terribly happy with the layout, but it's the best I could come up with for now. I may go back and try to split this into a two panel caption later...

 

Transcript: Ardent squeals continued to stream out from Chloe’s body as the particularly well hung stud behind her continued to pound her eager pussy. Being in Chloe’s body was literally an out of body experience for Ben and though there was a particular discomfort to being so roughly dominated by another male, the overpowering sensation of heavenly bliss from Chloe’s female body certainly more than made up for it.

Ben had originally possessed Chloe’s body at the request of his good friend and Chloe’s boyfriend, Dan. Noticing that Chloe had never had an orgasm with him in the two years that they’d been together, Dan had intended it as a way for him to discreetly experiment on her body and thus learn how to please her in bed. Ben had reassured his friend that many girls couldn’t climax from vaginal stimulation alone and that perhaps Chloe was just one of them. To help put his friend’s mind at ease though, he still agreed to take over Chloe’s body so that Dan could experiment with it in secret.

The man pleasuring her at the moment however was not Dan, but Lance, the football team’s star fullback. The precarious situation had all began when, following Dan’s takeover of her body, he had found Chloe to be at Lance’s house and in the middle of a steamy make out session. He’d immediately wanted to pull away, repulsed at the idea of kissing another guy, but he’d had to stop himself to avoid giving himself away. As few brain cells as Lance had left over from all the hits he’d suffered, even he could’ve figured out that something was amiss if Chloe’s demeanor had suddenly changed. However, the longer that Ben had held out, the more he had come to enjoy the feelings of Lance’s muscular body against his new feminine one. Strangely enough, he’d even found himself starting to think of himself as Chloe and wanting more. Things had progressed rather quickly after that, one thing leading to another and soon she had found herself in the position she was in now.

The pleasure that Chloe was experiencing almost seemed to be ethereal. She’d never felt like this before in her life. For awhile now, the entire area from her hips to the tops of her thighs had been getting really warm. Her body had started to get tight as a wonderful pressure began to build up within her, signaling the point of no return. It had gotten tighter and tighter and warmer and warmer until suddenly, giant satisfying contractions covered her entire body. Her toes had clenched, her nipples grown hard, and the inside walls of her pussy had started throbbing and convulsing, causing her to let out a scream, begging Lance not to stop, but to fuck her harder. Her thighs were still shaking and her body soaking wet when Lance had flipped her over and spurted his load all over her tight little stomach. That had been amazing. As she basked in the warm afterglow of her mind blowing orgasm, Chloe contemplated on the least painful way to break the news to Dan…

Spring of Femininity

Transcript: What was he going to do now? Kris groaned in frustration, but the cacophony that left his throat soon morphed into melodic moans as his eager hands autonomously explored unspoiled terrain. It wasn’t supposed to be possible! He and his friends had been having great vacation on the tropical island paradise when one of his friends had dared him to jump into the “Spring of Femininity”, reputed among the locals to have magical properties. Never one to chicken out, he’d boldly taken the plunge into the spring headfirst: big mistake. 

When he’d emerged, he was horrified to notice an unfamiliar pair of weights on his chest. A quick examination had confirmed the rest, his large muscular frame had melted away to a lithe slender form and the manhood he had once been so proud of had been replaced by an exorbitantly sensitive mound. Thankfully, his friends hadn’t been there to witness the sight. They’d all decided to wait at the cave entrance to the spring, but he knew they would come looking for him if he didn’t soon return. 

A short gasp escaped his lips as the delicate fingers of his new body slipped within the soft folds between his legs. Despite being drenched and completely naked, Kris could feel a growing warmth overtaking his body, causing him to tense up as the pleasure intensified. The feeling grew tighter and tighter and warmer and warmer, until all at once, the most profound sensation erupted within him. His thighs quaked and his toes clenched the cold black rock below him as gigantic contractions caused various parts of his body to throb and convulse in ecstasy. He struggled to control his screams as the waves of bliss overpowered him, afraid that his cries would send his friends hurrying in his direction. 

As the general tingle of his orgasm ebbed however, the new girl quickly realized that she wanted, no needed, to experience that sensation again and more. Coincidentally, she also knew just where to find a group of horny young studs to satisfy her every need...

Thank You, Sabrina

All That Matters

This is a style of cap that I don't do too often, forced sissy slave type situations, but I owed realfield a capback over at Rachel's Haven and this is the story that I came up with. Some parts were surprisingly easy to write, but I did often find myself wondering at certain points where to go from there. Let me know what you think! I owe her another capback as well so you may see another of similar style coming out soon!

Backfire

Pool Shark Tease

The inspiration for this cap actually came from another photoset, but by the time I was done writing the story, I realized that I needed something different and I eventually settled on this. I had a hard time choosing between this one and another though! I'm not a big fan of the orange background in these pictures as I feel it's rather strong, but I felt that the model in this set was more attractive (at least to me), so this was what I ended up going with. I'm also still not too sure about the placement of the title, but after messing around with it for awhile, I couldn't figure out anything else, so that's what I'm going with. Let me know what you guys think!

Transcript: Hey there stranger, how would you like to bet your pleasure on a game of pool? What’s with the dress? Ah, well, that’s a long story, which I’d be happy to tell you, you look like a fine young gentleman, if only my throat weren’t uh, so dry. You’d like to buy me a drink? How thoughtful of you, why yes, my throat is miraculously starting to feel better already. Let’s see, where shall I begin?

My name used to be Paul Veretti, I say used to because I go by Natasha now, shocked already huh? But I see you haven’t fled in terror yet, I’m starting to like you already. You see, I used to be quite the pool shark. I could rake in hundreds on a good night, but I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the thrill. Some of my opponents however, didn’t take too kindly to losing. I later found out that some of them had decided to hire a witch of sorts to put a curse on me and bring about a reversal of fortune. Crazy enough, the curse worked…to a certain extent. The witch wasn’t very well practiced you see and didn’t have very good control over her magic, so the spell she cast on me produced some rather…unexpected results, namely, the body of an attractive young woman.

Adjusting to my new form proved to be quite difficult at first. There was a lot I had to learn and I hated the way people looked at me, especially the men. For week or two, I cowered in the safety of my own home, not wanting to be seen by anyone, until one day, I’d decided that I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to live my life in fear or shame any longer. I poured hours of effort into learning how to do my hair and makeup, as well as getting comfortable in distinctly feminine articles of clothing, such as dresses and heels. I also made some new friends and began to study and then imitate the behaviors of women around me, learning to sit like a lady by crossing my legs, but also how to be a flirt with the cast of a captivating glance. It seemed strange to me then that the looks of men no longer bothered me; in fact, I actually noticed that I was quite enjoying them.

By this point, I’d already made my return to the billiard room. Wearing only the most revealing of dresses and the highest of heels, I certainly turned a lot of heads. It wasn’t long before I was back to playing my usual game, where I used my new assets unrelentingly to my advantage. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it was for my opponents to concentrate when my breasts were spilling out over the top of my dress or after having ‘accidentally’ brushed up against them. My lavish curves and demure smile could drive them insane with fervor and I offered them no retreat.

I was also a merciless tease. Something about the way they struggled against my charms, but still ultimately succumbed to me turned me on something awful. I loved seeing the painfully restrained bulge in their pants or feeling their hardness pressed up against my body and knowing that I was the cause. I took hold of every opportunity to give them ‘accidental’ looks up my skirt or down my chest, striking the most provocative poses while feigning innocence. The especially cute ones I would give every excuse to touch their body against mine, my favorite being asking them how to line up a certain shot, then requesting that they instruct me in a very ‘hands-on’ approach. This would require them to press up against me from behind, at which point I could begin to subtly grind my hips into them. If they weren’t hard before, they certainly were after, and their embarrassment at my knowledge of their arousal was visibly evident on their red faces. I would assure them with a coy smile however, that I appreciated their adoration and that I wished to thank them for the lesson, privately.

Once we’d reached the backroom, I’d tie the lucky, or unlucky, man’s limbs down to a chair first before beginning to slip out of my clothes with sensuous grace. I would take my time, casually letting the straps of my dress slide off my shoulders, and then slowly peel the skin tight fabric down until only my naughty sheer panties remained. In the same leisurely manner, I’d strip him down as well, until he was completely exposed. By this time, he would usually be desperate for any sort of physical stimulation on his engorged member, but I would ignore it, choosing instead to tickle and lick its surroundings first, smiling as I watched the pre-cum stream down his shaft. It’d only be after he’d begged me multiple times, that I’d squirt some lubricant into my hand and finally begin to stroke his rock hard cock. I’d alternate between fast and slow, short and long, and sometimes I would stop altogether, causing him to cry out in frustration. I’d bring him to the brink of orgasm over and over again, but always stopping before he could climax. Oh how badly his balls must’ve ached, but I was a mean mistress. I would ask him how badly he wanted me, how much he wanted to fuck me, how much he needed to cum, and I’d make him beg me to let him. If he did a good job, I’d reward him by letting him feel the warmth of my wet pussy as I rubbed and grinded it against him, eventually teasing it against his cock, but never letting him in. He would thrash and try futilely to thrust into me, but his restraints prevented him.

I can only imagine the amount of explosive desire that must’ve been built up within him by this point, but I wasn’t done with him yet. For the grand finale, I would unhurriedly open several condoms, laying them in a neat row on his lap. Into the first condom, I’d squirt a copious amount of a clear gel before rolling it over his cock. Then, after rolling several more on, I’d gently massage his tightly wrapped member for awhile to ensure that the gel had taken its effect. Once satisfied, I would dramatically straddle him, look him in the eye and ask him if he was ready, and then gently take him in, savoring the sensation. At this point, he would begin to panic, realizing that he was unable to feel my wet delicious pussy wrapped tight around his cock. With a smile, I’d calmly explain that the gel I’d put into the first condom was a localized numbing agent and that that, combined with the several layers of latex around his cock, would effectively prevent him from feeling anything at all. It was the ultimate denial. Then, using him as a life size sex toy, I would pleasure myself, telling him all the while how good it felt and what a pity it was that he couldn’t feel me squirming on top of him. When I’d finally finish with him several orgasms later, I would slowly get dressed, letting the realization that he would never garner any satisfaction from me sink in, before bidding him farewell, leaving his blue balls painfully tormented and him utterly frustrated.

So does that answer your question? Oh, don’t be so embarrassed about the bulge in your pants, that is certainly nothing to be ashamed of! You’d like to know what? If my earlier offer to play a game of pool with you was still open? Of course I’ll play, I can play for hours you know, plus, I quite like you, you’re rather cute!

The Accidental and the not so Unintentional

So I've got this long list of capbacks that I owe to some very lovely girls over at Rachel's Haven and I've finally started to get back around to doing them again. This one's for Claudia, I hope she likes it!

Transcript: So much for a relaxing and uneventful few weeks house-sitting a lavish mansion in a beautiful tropical location. Kris was going to have a hard time working his way out of this one. The last thing the business executive had said to him before walking out the door with his young wife was to be careful not to touch anything.

Kris hadn’t meant to touch the peculiar sculpture that had caused the dramatic transformation, but that seemed like an irrelevant detail considering his present situation. The flash of light that had enveloped him following the accidental contact had temporarily blinded him, but he’d known something was very, very wrong when the grumbling voice he’d heard coming out of his mouth was not his own. In fact, it hadn’t even sounded male. More than anything, it sounded like belonging to a vivacious little sex kitten! He discovered shortly after, much to his horror, that he now also had the voluptuous body to match.

Ending up in the executive’s wife’s bedroom and dressed in her sexy lingerie and heels, while also inadvertent, had admittedly been less unintentional. As the transformation had left him without clothes, he’d originally intended on entering her room to find something suitable with which to cover his new body up. Once he’d opened her closet however, he’d become immediately enthralled by the rich world of splendid silk, sensuous satin, and luxurious lace that had lay before him. He knew he shouldn’t, but the seductive allure of her wardrobe had proved too great and he’d eventually given into their calls of luscious indulgence. He was slowly being corrupted by feminine pleasures and enjoying every minute of it. It gave him the chills to think that he’d only but scratched the surface and that he’d have at the very least, few more uninterrupted weeks worth of time to properly savor all of them, beginning with the rather large toy he’d found on her nightstand. Perhaps the executive and his wife could even be persuaded into having a spicier love life once they’d returned…