Body Swap Sex Diary Entry Two
Please read Body Swap Therapy Entry One before reading this.
This is the second entry in an ongoing series, that takes place in a reality where not only do magic sex spells exist, but people don't worry about pandemics, STD's, or the need for birth control.
Body Swapping is a story device that I've been fascinated by for several years. This series will explore the effect that switching bodies has on the sexual lives of those who use (and maybe abuse) that ability.
The spell in this story is entirely created by me and depends upon magic that will be mostly left to our imaginations.
Please remember I am a female, and even though I talked with my husband a lot about this story, and chatted here in the Literotica chat rooms with several men, I'm describing the male experience without having actually felt those sensations.
Give a little grace where my imagination outweighs reality.
Featuring:
Adina: a wealthy and mysterious widow that both Mariella and her husband met in college. She and Mariella used to date, and all three of them lived together for a time in a sexual threesome.
And Mariella: nearly forty years old and married to Hardy. She's in love with her husband, but less than satisfied with the current state of their sex life.
As always, I welcome your comments. I hope you enjoy reading!
IsabellaEmily
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Then:
I lifted my arm and saw that it wasn't my arm. I reached out with a hand that wasn't mine and touched the hairy chest that wasn't mine. I felt the hair from the chest tickle my fingers and I felt the pressure from the fingers against my chest.
I ripped the shower curtain aside and looked at the mirror over the sink.
"What the fucking fuck?!" I screamed, in a deep and male voice. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???!!!"
A male face that I didn't recognize was staring back at me from the other side of the mirror.
Now:
I stood in the shower under the running water, my mind swirling.
Adina.
The drinks.
The hot tub.
The sexually charged banter.
Something Adina talked about that was magic?
A spell?
Adina and I kissing in the hot tub.
Adina and I kissing on the patio next to the hot tub.
Her fingers.
Her mouth.
Us running down the stairs to my room.
On the bed.
On the balcony.
And then back on the bed, with her mouth on my clit and her cunt pushing against my face.
That super intense orgasm.
Something about the orgasm that I couldn't remember.
Holy fuck! I had to be dreaming!
I put my hands to my eyes and pressed hard, willing myself to wake up.
This didn't feel like a dream.
I was awake, in someone else's body, and as confused as I'd ever been.
Ignoring the intense need in my bladder I rushed back into the room, acutely aware that I was dripping wet and moving around on legs that weren't mine.
I turned on the light and stood in the middle of my room naked, dripping water everywhere and staring at the rumpled comforter on the bed.
Aside from appearing slept on, the bed was made. The room appeared just as it had after I had unpacked before heading downstairs to dinner with Adina the night before.
But there was no doubt. I was the only one in this room at this exact moment.
My thoughts were rushing at me faster than I could make sense of them, but the overwhelming need to pee was more than I could bear. Ignoring it wasn't going to make it go away.
I went back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, and then quickly got back out.
The thought of someone else's piss running down my legs and around my feet was more than I could stand. Even if they technically weren't my legs and feet.
It suddenly seemed much less objectionable to pee in the toilet.
Out of habit I started to lift the lid and turn around, and then decided that it might be faster to pee standing up.
I'd seen any number of men do it over the years and had even playfully held my husband's cock a few times while he did it.
I lifted the lid and seat and stood with my feet on either side of the toilet.
I was hoping I could do this without having to touch the cock. Which was ironic since I'd happily and enthusiastically touched cock many times in my life.
I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax, concentrating on pushing the need for relief until the pressure burst and felt myself begin to pee.
I opened my eyes as I heard the stream of urine splash into the toilet, and I used my hand to lift the cock just a little bit, better centering the stream.
I lifted my head and stared at the towel rack over the toilet, wondering what had happened.
I wasn't experiencing some sort of amnesia. I knew for a fact that I was Mariella. I had all my memories and knew all about my life.
And I knew this wasn't my body, even if I couldn't make sense of what I was doing in it. If I was going to make any sense of this, I had to find Adina.
Where had she gone?
Like an idiot it suddenly dawned on me that whoever owned the body I was in might possibly in my body.
I felt a rise of panic within me.
What if something had happened to my body?
I was gripped with sudden panic that I might never see my own body again.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to relax.
Whatever had happened to me I'd be able to find Adina and get her help to understand this and fix it.
Thinking of Adina stirred something in my memory.
A spell?
As silly as it sounded could this have something to do with that? Why had she insisted it would change my life?
The idea of a body swapping spell seemed ludicrous.
Except here I was, peeing standing up in a man's body.
I took another deep breath and tried to gather my swirling thoughts.
How fucking much can this thing pee?
Where is my body?
Is it okay?
Is Adina okay?
What if this happened to people all over the world?
Seriously, how fucking big is this goddamn bladder?
The idea that this might be happening all over the world was both terrifying and comforting.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate again on last night. I had the sense that I couldn't remember something that was terribly important, and that made me even more frustrated.
Finally, I felt the flow of urine begin to slow, and I waited impatiently for what felt like several more seconds for it to stop.
I flushed the toilet and then stepped back into the shower and grabbed the soap and began to lather up.
I had no intention of fully bathing, but I hoped the ritual of washing my body would calm me down. Even if it wasn't really my body.
I bent down to wash my foot and felt more pee dribble out of my penis. I suddenly flashed on watching Hardy shake his cock after peeing and realized that I couldn't trust this new plumbing the way I could my own.
I quickly stood upright and became very still. Staring at the shower curtain I tugged at something in my mind, like I was trying to remember a dream.
Something Adina said about gained perspective and having more empathy.
If this was something Adina somehow caused maybe she would have control over undoing it.
"Please let it not be permanent." I said softly.
I grabbed the cock and shook it back and forth, hoping to drain whatever fluid was still lurking in there.
When I was certain that I'd gotten as much out as was possible I hastily finished washing, trying to ignore the weird sensation of washing hairy legs and arms, and the strange feeling of water matted chest hair.
I turned the water off and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry myself. I stared in the mirror and realized how disconcerting it was to see someone else's reflection responding to however I moved my body.
I left the bathroom and went back into the bedroom and pulled a pair of panties out of the drawer I'd unpacked them in, before realizing that they'd never fit around this male body I was in.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I heard someone turning the knob on the door. They were moving slowly whoever it was, attempting to stay quiet.
Part of me hoped it was Adina coming to explain all of this.
And part of me worried it would be Adina and she wouldn't have any idea who I was.
I began to panic again, wondering how I could possibly convince anyone of what my real identity was.