the doctor is in.

I grab the chart by the door, and enter Examination Room Three, my eyes scanning over my assistant's messy handwriting.  He's new, Eric is his name, and I don't know if I'll ever get used to his bizarre mix of cursive and block letters.  He also has the annoying habit of interrupting appointments to ask tedious questions, which is completely unprofessional.  I sit in my chair, preoccupied for moment, thinking of his buffoonery, without introducing myself or announcing my presence to my patient.  Only when I'm properly seated and feel grounded enough to continue, do I glance up.
 
"Now, what seems to be the matter?" I ask the young, nervous woman sitting on the examination bed.  I peg her at 30.  Good job, boyfriend, new home owner, perhaps.  She adjusts herself, and the paper underneath her crinkles.    
"Lately, I seem to have trouble..."  She trails off, eyes averted down towards her hands.  Mine follow, and I watch her pick something out from under a freshly manicured nail, and flick it onto the linoleum floor.  I take a moment to notice her perfectly professional attire: a knee length skirt, pristine pantyhose, fitted button down shirt, her hair tightly pulled into a slick ponytail. Except for one flaw: a button carelessly left undone at her breast.  As her chest is too small to pop the button, I attribute it either to something she fidgets with when nervous, or the window to her newly undone state.  
"No reason to be nervous," I encourage.  "There is no judgment, here."
"Right," she breathes.  "Nothing you haven't heard before, I'm sure."  I smile, and wait.  There is an obvious internal struggle she's having. Either shame about the problem, or the condition is somehow tied up with her emotions... something heavily loaded or layered perhaps?  Something that is in part, psychological?  The woman crosses, then uncrosses her stockinged legs.  I glance at the clipboard in my hand for her name, and lean forward emphatically.
"What seems to be the problem, Janet?"
"I'm having trouble orgasming," she stammers.
"I see," I say, trying to suppress a smile.  Sometimes I really consider myself a healer.  "Well, there's could be several reasons surrounding an inability to..."
"It all started when I broke up with my boyfriend," She says. "He would always... do it... for me?  Now, I don't really know... how."
"Well, it's important to remember that our bodies can take time to adjust to a new type of stimulation.  There could be a period of adjustment between moving from his mouth, for example, to your hand, or a toy."
"A toy?"  She asks, perking up.  She's either very naive, or a great actress.  
"Yes.  Something of a phallic shape, or with vibration or a thrusting action."  Her blank stare tells me she's overwhelmed.  "Why don't I show you what I mean," I say to an enthusiastic nod.  I get up from my chair, and walk toward the cabinet, my heels clicking in the quiet, anxious room.  My hand dances across the doctor-ly looking implements; a speculum among them, syringes and pumps, measuring devices, and the classic stethoscope and head flashlight.
I place a pair of latex gloves on my hands, before removing a lovely replica of one of the first vibrators ever made, to treat hysteria in women.  It's an ancient looking thing, a metal plug in wand, that looks more like a fifties style microphone than something you would put on your genitals.  I feel powerful, just holding the weight of it in my hands.  I place it on the tray beside the examination bed, and my patient's eyes are already dilating.  
"Why don't you remove your clothing, and I'll do a quick exam.  Before we get to the tutorial," I smile.  I flip open the stirrups, watching her face turn the most attractive shade of pink.  She begins to unbutton her shirt, when ...

There's a frantic knock at the door.  "Head Mistress?"
Just as I was dreading.  "Eric. What?"
"Someone says they have a session booked in the dungeon, but Mistress Heather's using it until 5pm."
I glance at the clock on the wall.  "It's only ten minutes from now.  Ask them to wait."
"Ok.  Thanks."  He addresses my patient.  "Sorry."  

I take a deep breath, suppressing my annoyance.  "Would you like to continue?"  I ask, giving her the out, since the fantasy has now been completely shattered.
"Oh, yes," she breathes.  "Very much so."

st. andrew.

Every time we play, I see it there.  His St. Andrew's Cross.

It's usually hidden behind a floor to ceiling abstract painting, for when platonic, non-sexual house guests come over. The large canvas is on a track, which can be rolled aside to reveal the cross behind it. The St. Andrew's Cross.  

Let me explain.  It's more of an "X", really.  A massive, eight foot high frame, with two restraining points at the top for the wrists, two at the bottom for each ankle, and sometimes one at the center, for the waist.  The lucky person being chained to it is held in a majestic, standing, spread eagle position.  If you're facing the wall, you're most likely getting flogged, spanked, or whipped.  Being restrained outwards is reserved to sexual teasing and sensory play.  At least, that's what I understand in theory.

Yes, he rolls the painting aside to reveal the x-shaped cross, every time I come over.  But, no, I've never had the pleasure of being tied to it.  It occupies my mind.  Sometimes, during other sex acts, in the same room.  Hard fucking, deep throating, pussy worship... I look over, longingly, at it's polished, dark wood, thinking how everything we do could be just a little better if I was tied to that thing while we were doing it. He seems to read my mind in every other way, except this one.  It feels deliberate; the way he presents The St. Andrew's cross, but doesn't let me indulge.  Does he think me too fragile? Does he mean to tease me?  Does he want me to beg for it?  He usually owns me right from the moment I step in the door, so I scarcely get a chance to speak up during play.  Not that he doesn't encourage me to communicate my wants and needs outside of scenes.  He most certainly does.  But, this particular desire just seems to get lost.

I think I'm scared.  I don't know if I'm ready.  Am I really kinky enough to be restrained to a St. Andrew's Cross?  It's seems so hardcore.  Do I really like pain all that much?  I think it's more the psychological power dynamic that I'm into.  The fantasy is definitely titillating, but some things are better left as vivid mental pictures you furiously jerk off to.  But, you never know until you try.   

"You will knock at 8pm.  You're mine as soon as you step in."  I stand in the hall of his condo, reading his text.  I check the time.  A couple minutes early.  Always better than a couple minutes late.  I take a deep breath.  Usually I get so immersed in the submissive experience that I have a hard time looking him in the eye, let alone speaking when I'm not being directly spoken to.  Just do it right away, I pep talk myself.  Say it before you get to that delightfully surrendered place.  Immediately.  Right when you step beyond the threshold.  Let it be the first thing that happens. Yes. Be a good communicator.  Hold space for yourself.  

The timer for 8 o'clock goes off on my phone, startling me.  My heart accelerates in my chest, and I shove my phone in my purse.  I do some last minute adjustments on my presentation, like it matters.  My clothes will be ripped off before the door even has a chance to catch behind me, and not long after that, his hands will be in my hair, my lipstick smeared all over his dick. I nervously tug at my skirt, and realize how desperately wet I am.  A smile crosses my face.

I raise my fist towards the door, and knock.  One, two, three. 

a maiden's monologue.

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dick for a (third) day.

I knew it!  I just knew it.  Why can't I help myself?  Even though I know the consequences.  Once is understandable, twice confirmed that it wasn't a one-off, but the third time... I'm a total, utter idiot.  An idiot with a dick.

Let me clarify: I'm a woman.  Always have been.  And, I have no desire whatsoever to change that.  I just wake up with it sometimes.  Well, three times, now.  This is the third time.  

Not that this explains it in any way, but it seems to happen every time I watch a PoV porn video.  Point of view; as in, from the guy's perspective.  Basically, it's as if you have a dick.  So, I get out my vibrator, looking for a good time, and find a particularly entrancing video.  The first time it was a girl going down on the guy; the second, it was a girl riding a guy's cock.  This time...  I can't even say, I'm so embarrassed.  Anyway, even after I come, I can't stop thinking about what I've seen.  I jerk off again.  Still not enough.  I can't sleep.  But, at some point I do; because when I wake up, I have a dick where my clit used to be.

I look down at the tented sheets, pulling them up apprehensively.  And, yes; just like I expected!  Not only do I have a dick, but a raging ten inch hard on.  Amy says it's pretty nice, actually; not that I need her opinion on what a nice cock looks like.  I've seen enough in my day to know what an attractive head it has, what nice girth, subtle veins, a soft curve, and that there's more than enough in the length department.  And, it feels even better.  Just the feeling of the light sheet fluttering against it is almost enough to make me pop.  It feels alarmingly full and taught; so much so, that I worry about it breaking the skin.  Speaking of exploding, both literally and figuratively, my mind goes to Amy.  She's going to kill me if I call on her again.  But, she's the only one that can help me.  I've been through this enough times to know that.

I don't even let myself touch the throbbing thing, either than to stuff it in a pair of loose fitting pants.  I've wasted many a morning (well, only two, now) jerking my newfound appendage into oblivion.  If I start, I'll never stop.  And that's not the way to get rid of this thing.  

I fold it carefully up into the waistband of a pair of jogging pants, and head out the door.   But, even that simple act is enough to give me extreme pleasure.  I feel my aching boner satisfyingly straining against the elastic with every step.  As if holding it down just engorges it all the more.  I self consciously pull my t-shirt down over my crotch, hunching forward slightly so that it won't be quite so obvious.  I feel people staring, but I avoid their eyes, trying to walk as nonchalantly as I can manage.  Despite the ridiculousness of my situation, I keep my head down, and try to find Amy's house out of the corner of my eye, as fast as I possibly can.  

I knock on the door, alternatively looking over each shoulder in a paranoid fashion.  I can't let any one see me like this.  Come on, Amy!  Come on...  Finally!  She opens the door, but immediately starts to shut it again.  For she's been through this a couple times, as well.  I put my foot in my door, stopping her from closing it.  She struggles to push me out of the way.  I can't tell if she's serious, or just trying to give me a hard time.  "Wait!  Please!"

"Oh no, you don't!" 

"Wait!  Seriously!  It's not what it looks like!"

"It isn't?"

"Well, okay, it's exactly what it looks like..."  Amy opens the door, but continues to stand in the way.  She crosses her arms over her beautiful breasts in a defiant stance.  

"And, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Well. I was hoping..."

"You were hoping for what?"

"Give me a break, Amy.  Please.  I'm all..." I say exasperatedly, gesturing at my boner.  "Fucked up."

"Mm hm?"  I think I see her smile.  She's enjoying this.

"Yeah, and you've really helped me... in the past."

"So, what is it this time?"

"Can I come inside?"

"Depends."

"Come on, Amy!  I'm dying out here."

"Alright... But gosh, when you have that thing, you sure act like a guy, too."

"Right.  Sorry..."  I say, shaking my head.  I'm willing to say just about anything at this point to get into the house.  I would try to articulate how I feel, and what she wants to hear, but this erection is very distracting.  

"You can't just call on me every time you wake up with a dick.  I mean, I need a little more than that."

"Okay.  Like... you want me to be your girlfriend?  Because..."

"No.  I don't know."  She sighs.  "Just, come in."

I follow her juicy ass up the stairs to her room, already nervous about broaching the subject of what I want her to do.  Even though we're more comfortable about the situation due to the repeat appearances, what I need to ask may just be too much this time.  Especially considering her mood.  My stomach is in knots, and my boner is practically bursting.  I can't exactly say that I would do it for her, if the dick was on the other pelvis.  

"So?"  She asks, sitting on the bed.

"You look gorgeous.  And, I really care about you."

"No, what is it this time?"

"Oh.  I... well, I watched a video..."

"Okay..."

"Where they were... having..."

"Yes?"

"Anal sex."

"What?"

"Like, nothing crazy!  But..."

"Seriously?"

"Well... yes."

"Seriously," she says.  I nod, averting my eyes.  I can't even look at her.  It's too much to ask, and I know it.  I cover my face with my hands.  I'm embarrassed to even bring it up.  I mean, that's something that's between a girl and her long time partner, if ever.  Unless it's a one-off with a guy, but that's rarely pleasurable for the woman.  It needs a lot of trust and... "Alright."

"What?"

"I said, alright.  But, you've got to do it exactly as I say."

"Uh..."

"Exactly.  Not a move unless I tell you to.  Do you understand?"

"Yes!  Yes.  Definitely."

"Okay.  Then, okay."

"Okay!"  I say, hands raised defensively.  I feel like she's going to hit me or something.  Maybe I deserve it. 
"You're lucky I like stuff like that."  She takes a breath.  "Alright," she says, looking around the room, thinking how we're going to do this.  I stay silent, not wanting to derail her train of thought.  "Lie on the bed beside me," she says, in a softer voice, though still authoritative.  I do as she says.  She does look lovely, with the daylight coming through the window.  Her hair is freshly combed, and her skin looks incredibly soft.  I long to touch it.  But, she turns on her side, and grabs a vibrator and some lube from the side table instead.  I don't dare ask questions.

She lies on her back, and shimmies out of her jeans.  "Well, let me see it," she demands.  I feel my face flush.  I'm still shy about showing it to her, especially when it's as hard as it is.  I feel a mix of shame and desire.  I reluctantly move the elastic waistband over my large erection, and place it resting underneath.  She lifts her hips to pull down her underwear over her creamy thighs.  "Mmm," she moans, at the sight of my giant cock, and places the vibrator on her pubic bone.  Her pussy is cleanly trimmed, as if she just received a wax.  "Touch me."  

Gladly.  I turn on my side and grove her breasts through her t-shirt.  I can feel the lace of her soft cup bra through it, and I'm practically drooling thinking of seeing her gorgeous tits in it.  I find her nipples through the thin material, and play with them with my thumbs.  My hungry mouth latches onto her soft neck, and she arches into me.  My thick cock nudges her side, fearing that she'll forget about it.  Almost in cue, she reaches beside her for it, holding it in her grip.  If I wasn't already lying down, my knees would give out, and I would fall, because it feels that good.  That perfect, that complete, it's shocking and almost painful; the yearning I feel for her.  She remains flat on her back, and I curl into her side, never wanting to leave it.  

She sits up slightly, to remove her shirt from her back.  I kiss her neck again, her collarbones, to her tits.  I lick the upper part of her breasts that spills over the top of her bra, her cleavage, I lick the nipples through the lace.  She moans softly, closing her eyes to concentrate.  I pull down one of the soft cups, and her nipple stands up straight for me, like a gentlemen, when a woman enters the room.  I devour the pink nub in my mouth, sucking it slightly, swirling my tongue around it, and batting it back and forth.  She takes her arms out of the straps, lower the cups, and unclasps it herself, saving me the fumbling trouble.  
She grabs my cock again, seemingly happy just to have it in her hand.  Her bare breasts are on full display for me now, looking soft and delicious, falling slightly to her sides.  I take a moment to take in their beauty, touching the soft skin with the palm of my hand, but she places her hand over mine, encouraging me to squeeze them.  "Talk to me."
"Mmm.  About what?" 
"About what you want."  That nervous, shameful feeling again.  
"I..."
"Tell me about the video you watched."
"Okay," I say, taking a breath.  I so badly don't want to offend her again.  "The woman bent down in front of him, and he began to play with her ass."
"What did he do?"
"Mmm, he put he mouth on it.  Licking it.  Then, kind of massaged it with a couple fingers.  Rubbing it in a circle."
"On her asshole?"  My dick strains at the word.  She squeezes it in one hand, while rubbing the vibe on herself with the other.
"Yeah."
"What, then?"
"He gave her a finger.  Then, two."
"Yeah?  Did you like that?"
"Mmm.  Yeah."
"Why don't you get the lube out?  And do that to me."  I reach over her, my face coming very close to hers, and grab the lube from the table beside her.  I squeeze a small amount on my finger, placing the bottle behind me.  I reach under her, trying not to smear the lube on the sheets.  I shoot a little low, and have to move my lubed finger up closer to her pussy.  Mmm.  There it is.  Speaking of shooting, she better let go of my dick before I come all over her mid drift.  I find the puckered ridges of her little asshole, and spread the lube over it.  She moans at my touch.  "Keep talking."
"Her ass looked so sexy.  Taking his fingers like that."
I massage her opening with a couple fingers in a circular motion, trying to remember what that feels like, but it seems so far away to me now.  I what I saw in the video, but for longer.  She turns up the vibe a notch, and her moans interrupt with "oh's" and "ah's".  I can feel her ass pulsating, the muscles contracting and relaxing.  My cock throbs incessantly.  This is almost too much for me.  "Give me a bit of pressure, now."
I obediently press a little harder as I continue circling her little asshole with my fingers.  Oh god, I feel her open it.  As it relaxes, it softens, and my fingers dip inside.  I look up to her, checking that this is okay, but her eyes are closed, and she appears to be in deep concentration.  
"He was getting her ready to take his cock.  It was so fucking hot," I venture.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm.  The way it opened up."
"Yeah?"
"Mm hmm.  I loved to see how easy they went in and out."    
"Give me one."
I slowly press with a finger, and she opens to take its tip.  I continue moving it in a circle, massaging the inside now.  It feels very tight, but I can tell she's trying to relax.  I can feel the muscles contracting on my finger.  She moans, rubbing herself more vigorously with the vibe, but doesn't move otherwise, trying to get into the zone.  I feel her asshole widen enough to give her more of my finger, and I continue to massage the walls open on the inside.  It feels incredible.  "Give me another," she breathes.
I do, slowly, still moving them, encouraging her to open.  The muscles feel tight all over again, but eventually retreat to accommodate the two fingers.  I feel the moisture from her pussy begin to dampen my hand, and I'm beside myself, longing to fuck her in any hole she'll give me.  My impatient dick flexes in her grip.  
"You're making me so fucking hard right now."
"Yeah?  Do you like it?"
"Oh, yeah.  You feel so fucking good on my hand."
"Lube me up again.  And give me more."
I reach behind me, applying a dollop of fresh lubricant on my fingers.  This time I find her ass right away, and she takes me easily, almost drawing them inside.  I manage to squeeze in a third finger; she moans and bucks forward slightly, a muscle pleasurably contracting.  She turns the vibrator up another setting, and I feel her open up even more.  "Oh, god," she moans.  "Get your dick ready."
Not completely sure what that even means, I carefully lube up my throbbing member, begging it not to shoot right there in my hand.  "Give it to me slowly.  Only about half.  And try to hold it there."  I awkwardly get on my knees, trying to position myself in front of her without touching the sheets with my lube covered hands.  She raises her knees in a deeper version of missionary, and I try to find her with my dick, but it's not as easy as with my hand.  I reach down to feel her asshole with my fingers, and guide myself to the puckered, glistening spot.  She turns the vibrator up again, and appears to bear down, opening herself.  I enter her as slowly as I can, but I slip into her tight orifice suddenly, and a small sound escapes her mouth.  I want to say sorry, and I bite my lip.  I hold my cock there, her ass choking the tip of it.  I grab the base of my dick, trying to exert just enough pressure not to slip out.  I've never had my dick in something so incredibly tight.  If I could put it in just a little more, I could take my hands off of it for a second.  She squirms, rubbing the vibe on herself, trying to relax around me.  Her mouth opens, breathing heavily, then appears to nod.  I move into her another small amount.  The tight ring of her asshole further up my aching cock, and I have to moderate my breathing to contain myself.  I want to give it to her so badly.  Thrust into her.  I want to jerk myself with her tight fucking ass.  Holy fuck.  Don't think about it, don't think about it.   
Then, I feel her ass pulsate.  Contracting as if to draw me in further.  I give in; giving her a little more, and she suddenly grabs the sheets.  Desperately she cries out, eyes clasping shut, and I can feel her come on my dick.  I can't help but fuck her; thrusting once, twice, three times, and that's all I need.  I let loose, shooting hard inside the cavern of her open ass.  

"You're welcome," she says, looking down.  My dick has disappeared.  I collapse beside her.

"I'll be your girlfriend, if you want me to."  I murmur in my ecstatic haze.  "I would marry you right now, if you wanted me to."                                        
"No," she laughs.  "Just don't leave me quite yet."
"I won't," I sigh, smiling, face in her pillow. 

a forest fantasy (part three).

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SPICY TEASER:


"Don't leave this time."
"I..."
"Don't leave," he insists, pulling me closer.  I want to stay, trust me; but I can't bear for him to see me like that.  Let alone, do what he has to do to break the spell.  But, with every kiss, he convinces me.  

a forest fantasy (part two).

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SAUCY TEASER:

I wake up with the sun, gasping, as though waking up from a bad dream.  I anxiously whip the covers off, touching my own arms, legs, face.  Back to normal.  I exhale.  I open the door to my grandmother making breakfast.
"Owl's egg?"  She chirps.  I stare coldly at her back.  "What, still upset with me, child?  You shouldn't be.  Now, we can get your life back on track..."
"Grandma.  How do I break the curse?"
"That shouldn't concern you, right now.  Why don't you sit and enjoy..."
"How do I break the curse?"  I insist.  She finally turns to me.
"Fine.  Not that it matters.  By the sight of the moon, the elf boy would have to impregnate you."  Tears spring to my eyes, though I try to hold them back.
"Please.  Change me back."
"My decision is final, Wisteria.  And that's the last word on it.  Now, come eat your eggs."

a forest fantasy (part one).

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SEXY TIDBIT:

"When you get old, your delicate nose will hook, your silky blonde hair with turn stiff as straw, and your porcelain skin will erupt with warts.  Just like mine!  Do you think that elf boy will love you then?  He'll be gone faster than I can produce a vanishing spell..."  She rattles off, voice as shaky as her arthritic hands.  

"Grandma!  You know that isn't true.  I've told you before..."

"You'll stop seeing this boy, understand?"  She says, waving her gnarled, yellowing finger in my face.  "And, you won't be sneaking out again, either.  I'm warning you!"

"Alright, alright," I answer, knowing full well my plans for tonight.   What's the worst thing that could happen?

dick for a (second) day.

     Shit!!  Not AGAIN!

     I ... Have ... A ... Dick!!  Have I mentioned, I'm a woman?  And have not had any recently surgeries, or gender assignment issues in my entire life?!  I'm a normal woman; and today, I woke up with a dick.  Simple as that.

     Last night, I watched one of those "point of view" porn videos.  And obviously, it was from the male's perspective.  Do they exist for women?  If they did, maybe I could stop this from ever happening again!  The video was of a girl riding the guy's cock.  She bounced on it until she got herself off on it.  I admit, even though I masturbated and came watching it, I found myself dreaming about it all night.  It's exactly what happened last time, except that the video was about a PoV blowjob.  I woke up horny, thinking of this miraculous girl performing the task on the screen, and I look down to see a massive thing between my legs instead of a vagina.

      Thank god, last time it went away by the end of the day!  But, what if it doesn't this time?  Why does this keep happening to me?!  Think.  Think, think.  What did you do last time?  Mmmm, how could I forget?  I went to see Amy.  My best friend.  But, first!  I need to jerk off.  A LOT.

      Three hours later (give or take), I get my things together, and head to her house.  I basically have to keep my head down, averting my eyes from women along the way.  Even thinking about them; their tits, their butts, their mouths, leaves me wanting to tug on my new appendage.  And, I can't have it start to grow in public.  It's so monstrous in size, that it would be impossible to hide.  I break into a run.  And try not to think about sex.  But, if you've ever tried not to think about something...
      I arrive at Amy's house with a huge boner.
      "Amyyyy!"  I cry, banging on her door.  She answers in a moment, with an alarmed look on her face.  She sees my distressed state, then her eyes go south towards my crotch.  The erection is unmistakable.  Her jaw drops, dramatically.
      "No!!" She says, disbelievingly.
      "Yes," I respond, nodding my head anxiously.
      "Again?"
      "Ugh, yes!!  Please help," I whine.
      "Oh no.  It was fun the first time, but if you remember..."
      "I know!  I wasn't any good.  And then, I just fell asleep.  But, it's going to be different this time!"
      "Oh yeah, I've heard that one before..."
      "Amy, please!  I watched... a different video this time."
      "Go on..."
      "I just need... you to ride it."  She narrows her eyes.
      "Ok..."
      "I won't even do anything.  Just, have fun with it.  Get off on it, if you can."
      "And that'll get rid of it?"
      "It worked last time."
      "I do recall it being a pretty nice cock," she teases.
      "Please don't say things like that unless you're going to do it.  Otherwise, I'll explode right here on your porch."  She pauses.
      "All I have to do is come on it?"
      "Yes."  There's a pause in the conversation while she considers it.  My dick is so hard at the thought of her riding it, that I honestly can't string together another sentence.  Please say yes.  Fast.  I'm so embarrassed standing outside with this raging hard on.
      "Alright.  Come on in."

      Amy ascends the stairs ahead of me, and I watch her ass the entire time.  When we get to her room, she removes her shirt, and stands close to me.
      "I realize that you're ready to go, but I need a little warm up.  Ok?"
      "Anything."  Her tits look amazing in that bra.  I'm sure they would look amazing out of it, too.  Everything looks amazing right now.
       She leans forward, kissing me on the mouth.  I'm surprised at how soft and small her lips are, and I allow her to take the lead.  Her mouth opens, and I let mine relax around it.  She presses herself against me, squishing her breasts into mine.  Her hips lean into me, and she folds my cock upwards while she grinds against me.
       Amy helps me remove my shirt, pulling it up over my head.  She kneads my breasts through my bra, darting her tongue quickly and skillfully in and out of my mouth.  She unbuttons her pants, pulling them over her hips, and letting them soundlessly fall to the ground.  She reaches for mine, and defensively, my hand goes to my pants.
       "You're going to have to take those off, if you want me to help you."
       "Yes.  Sorry.  I'm just..."
       "Embarrassed.  I understand.  There's no need to feel embarrassed around me."  She says, unbuttoning the fly, letting my dick spring out of my pants.  They join hers on the ground, along with my underwear, useless to contain my new organ anyhow, and I step out of them both, feeling very awkward with my new centre of gravity.  I feel like I could almost fall forward, the weight of my massive cock is so great.  But, all I have to do is look at how she's craving it, to feel better. Like it's an asset.
        Amy grabs it in her hand, and I feel like she could lead me anywhere this way.  Like last time, I am completely at her mercy.  She chooses the bed, pulling me by my dick towards it.  She wants me on top of her, but I don't know the first thing to do.  I levitate above her, looking for instructions.
        "Sorry, I..."  I stutter.  She laughs, forgivingly.
        "Think of what you like.  Go down on me for a bit."
        She lifts her hips, pulling her underwear down her smoothly shaved legs.  Oh my god!  I have no idea how.  But, my cock is harder than ever at her mentioning it.  I decide to let it take over.
        I start with her thighs, kissing the soft skin along the insides of them.  I look up to see her lovely, petite pink folds, and I feel a carnal craving to touch her there.  As I continue to kiss her legs and hips, I left my hand drift to her pussy, and I'm surprised to find it a little moist.  My cock flexes.  My tongue instantly emerges, licking all around it, as if something is taking over me.  Then, I have to have it.  I plant my mouth directly on her clit, and begin flicking it with tongue, as I massage the rest of her pussy with my hand.  Amy moans.  She likes it.
        I instinctively reach up for her breasts, playing with the nipples through her bra.  I pull down the cups, to hold her bare tits in my hand, and to pinch each nipple between my fingers.  Her head falls back into the pillow, and her eyes close.  I lick her pussy without restraint; with total abandon.  I even massage a couple fingers inside her, wanting to play with her g-spot, but she stops me.
       "You don't want me to come yet, do you?  I thought I was supposed to ride you," she says saucily.  I can't believe that I almost forgot.  Well, my dick certainly hasn't.  It stands straight out in front of me, reading for action.
       Amy sits up, imploring me to lie down on the bed.  She removes her bra, and pulls me down underneath her.  I again feel self conscious, now lying down, with my dick standing completely perpendicular to my body.
       "Don't be nervous," she coos.  "Just lie there, and I'll do the rest."
       She delicately climbs onto me, straddling my hips, and leads my throbbing dick into her.  She is nice and wet, and takes it easily.
       "Oh my god!"  I yell out.  I forgot how insane this feels.  Her pussy tightly engulfs me, and I have to fight to keep myself on this plane of existence.  My eyes roll back into my head, but I force myself to look at her.  She squats over me, working herself up and down my dick.  Fuck! She is a fucking genius.  She deserves a fucking medal!!
       She seems to be enjoying it, too; alternating between grabbing her own tits, and fiercely rubbing her clit.  I want to help, reaching out towards her, but I know I won't do any good.  She has got it all under control.
       I can't believe that is getting herself off on me!  That she is using a part of me, that she needs me; not even me, but it.  Oh my god.  Oh, fuck!  I cannot come before her.  I can't... think of anything but this fucking Mensa member bouncing on your dick.  I would vote for her for mayor!  Fuck!  Yes!
       Her eyes close, and she gets into the zone, making my cock rub against her in a very specific way.  I don't dare move.  She leans forward onto her hands, and fucks me at a hypnotic pace.  Soon, she convulses, slowing down to a standstill, and almost under her breath, mutters, "Fuuuccckkk!"
       Knowing she's come, I literally thrust once more time into her, and that's all I need to blow my load.  It feels like dying, or extreme pain, but in a really, really good way.
     
      She moves to lift herself off of my dick, but it's already gone!

dick for a day.

    Oh my god.  Am I still dreaming?  All I know, is last night I went to bed thinking about it.  You know, what if?  I was watching a particularly arousing porn; a point of view shot of a girl giving fantastic head to a guy.  Not my usual pick, but there was something about it that triggered something in me.  Though I came, quite hard might I add; I couldn't get it out of my head.

    And this morning, I turn onto my back in my bed, and feel a fabulously full sensation between my legs.  I probably have to pee, it being first thing in the morning and all, but it's much more than that.  I'm still thinking about that girl on her knees in front of that guy's dick.  I recognize the signs of early morning arousal, but am awaken by the fact that I don't feel my usual lubricated lips tucked neatly between my legs, but something hard, like an elongated clit, standing straight out from me.  I open my eyes to see the sheets tented around my crotch.  I rub my eyes, shake the sleep from my head, and pull the blanket aside to reveal a magnificent cock!

    After a moment or so of absolute panic, I reach down to touch it, if only to see if it's real.  It being hard, you can imagine how it felt to be touched.  The instant pleasant sensation almost scares me, and I retract my hand.  I look at it, trying to understand what has happened to me, and in doing so, notice it's attractiveness. Its size alone, begs to be admired.  Not to mention its girth, thick veins, and full pouty head, almost like a pair of split lips.  I reach down again, and emulate they way I've seen men jerk themselves.  Unbelievable.  I've always wondered how the other half lives.  In the first hour, I fuck my hand, the couch cushions, and the mouth of a stuffed animal.

    Having satiated it for now, I take to the streets.  I notice my walk is more confident, my strides longer, my chest protruding.  My eyes drift to women.  Their breasts, legs, butts; but mostly, mouths. The massive thing stirs.  I could almost have forgotten about it, safely tucked away in my underwear, but I feel it move now, grow even.  Embarrassed that someone will see, and feeling the need to readjust, I bend slightly forward to give it room. I quickly turn down an alley, my face flushed, and I grow overwhelmed about my new apparatus.  What if I'm like this forever?  How will I get anything done?  I tuck it upward, it's head slightly peeking out at me.  The hole at the end practically speaks, telling me to find something to fuck.  Will I simply be a slave to it?

    Desperately needing to confide in someone, I call my friend Amy.  Not only is she a good friend of mine, but extremely open minded.  She tells me to come right over.

    I'm relieved to see Amy when she opens the door, but when she goes in for a hug, I back away.  "What's wrong?" She asks, confused.  
    "It's probably better if I just show you," I sheepishly inform her.  "Can we go up to your room?"  
    "Sure," she says warily.  "Are you pregnant?  Hurt? Is it your health?" She tries, as we climb the stairs.  Safe in her room, I confess.
    "No.  Something more confusing.  I want you to know that I had nothing to do with this. It just, sort of, happened."  And with that, I unzip my fly, and pull down my pants.  She gasps.  "I know what you're thinking.  No, I haven't always had it, and no, I didn't have a sex change.  I just woke up with it this morning ..."  She stays silent, just staring at it.  Then, the worst thing possible happens.  I start to get hard.  Her mouth drops even further.  
    "You mean, it works?!"  I can't help but crack a smile.  
    "Yes, very well, actually."  
    "You mean, you've tried it?!"  
    "We'll not with ..."  My words fails me.  I notice her sexy mouth, her skin, her tits.  I move to put it away, but she stops me.

    "What does it feel like?  Can you feel this?"  Amy grazes the shaft with the back of her hand.  I get embarrassed, and pull it away.  
    "Yes, of course I can!"  I say with a nervous laugh.  "Now, stop."  But she goads me further, grasping onto it.  
    "Tell me how it feels."  
    "Oohh.  Like an enormous clitoris."  She laughs, wickedly.  
    "Really?"  She slowly moves her hand up and down my throbbing cock.  It feels amazing to have someone else do it.  She sees me straining forward.  "What if you have this forever?"  
     "I know. I don't know what to do," I whine, half heartedly trying to pull away again.  Then, she smiles, devilishly.  
     "But, what if you only have it for one day?"  She jerks it a little faster, placing her other hand around the head, massaging it.  
    "You wouldn't believe how amazing that feels," I breathe.  She kneels, and I almost come at the thought of it.  Just the sight of her, looking up at me, a slight smile spreading across her face.  She continues to work it with her hands, but sticks out her tongue to touch the tip.  "I've never seen you like this," I remark, fascinated.  
     "Is it sexy?" She teases.  I moan in response, fighting to watch her, despite wanting to close my eyes in ecstasy.  She opens her mouth now, takes the tip in.  
     "Ohh my god.  It's like having your entire pussy in someone's mouth. The whole thing."  
    "And this?"  She moves her mouth up and down me, and I feel shaky in the knees.  
    "God.  I want to fuck you," I blurt out.  She laughs.
    "That good, eh?!"  "Sorry.  Yes, though," I say through a smile.  "Touch my tits," she says.  She takes off her shirt, the rest of her clothes.  
     "You're amazing," I say, stupidly.  I clumsily grasp them.  I love it.  I fucking love it.  I feel her entire body with my hands, my erection bobbing in front of me the whole time.  She lies back, and her lovely tits fall slightly to the side.  I lick her nipples, they stand out straight for me.  My cock nudges against her pussy, almost unbeknownst to me.  She wets the tip of my cock this way, and I feel myself get even more full at the thought of her pussy liking it.  
     "Do you like it?" I ask, double checking.  
     "Let's see," she responds, guiding me to her.  I go in slowly, aware of how I used to take a cock, but also so that I don't have a heart attack right here and now.  She moans, feels warm and welcoming, like I'm going home.  Like I belong in her, I fit perfectly.  I can feel her pussy all around me, and I feel the urge to be completely engulfed by her.  I would jump inside, if I could.  She moans, rhythmically, encouraging me to thrust into her.  Oh my god.  I could cry, it feels so good; I could die and be happy that I was inside Amy's beautiful fucking pussy, just this once.  I thought I would feel in control, powerful, on top of her, fucking her with my big dick, but I am all hers.  Without her, my dick is nothing; just a wanting, waiting chunk of flesh.  She is amazing, gorgeous, sexy; every move she makes, every sound that comes out of her mouth, is pure art.  Everyone needs to see her like this, to truly appreciate what a fucking incredible human being this woman is.  I want to paint her in the throws of ecstasy.

    Amy turns around, and the view of her ass is too much.  Despite liking the last position better on my cock, the sight of her juicy, perfect, round butt makes me come so hard, that I cry out her name.  It literally feels like a part of my body is exploding, disintegrating.  I crash down on the bed, beside her.  "Ohhhh myyyy gooood," I say into the pillow.  She laughs.  "Was that ok?" I slur.  
    "Everyone's first time is ...." She struggles to put it delicately, "...not the best."   I laugh, and she joins me, despite the jab.  I don't care; I feel so fucking good.  
    "I wasn't good?!  It was incredible for me. You're incredible."  I suddenly feel the need to sleep.  Hard.  
    "You nap," she tells me.  "You've had a long day."


    And when I wake up, it's gone.  I can't even tell for sure if I had it after we fucked.