Borrowed Lives

I’ve got a new short story collection out featuring three stories commissioned by readers. It’s called Borrowed Lives: A Body Theft Short Story Collection featuring three short stories about stealing bodies, sometimes temporarily, sometimes permanently, but always for pleasure. These stories contain intense descriptions of lust and sex and are not for everyone.

In Second Time for Everything a man steals the body of his unrequited love in the hopes of burning the lust out of his mind through one sexy day as her.

Playing Doctor finds a man trapped as a victim of a strange disease that transfers him into the body of his sexy doctor.

The Girl on the Bus follows a man who sees an alluring stranger on the bus and is determined to experience what it’s like to be her and forcing her to watch what he makes her own body do.

Names and some details have been changed and, as always, everyone who’s commissioned a story that made it into the collection gets a free copy of the collection. Here’s a little taste from the final story, The Girl on the Bus:

 

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You steal a glance every now and then at the beautiful blonde a few seats in front of you. She started riding the bus a few weeks ago and has been impossible to miss. She seems to be all golden skin and lovely curves. Today, her tight, white tank top cups her heavy breasts and clings to her tight stomach. Her tiny, black shorts sit high up on legs that go on for miles, revealing her strong, tanned thighs and smooth skin. She tosses her long blonde hair over a shoulder and glances out the window. The dark eyebrows of her cute face are furrowed in indecision.

You know from observing her for the past few weeks that she’s trying to figure out whether it’s quicker to get off at the next stop and run to the train station or stay on the bus and take her chances in the traffic. You watch the slim fingers of her dainty hand as they hover indecisively over the stop signal button. In the end she stays on and you both get off at the station together. You following behind her as she heads down the aisle, pretending not to stare at her firm ass.

Today, she’s made the wrong choice. By the time you both reach the platform the train’s already pulling away. She runs a hand through her hair and scowls after the disappearing lights, her little nose wrinkling in displeasure. God, she’s adorable. You want to hop her right here, right now. What pleasure you could have stealing her gorgeous body, having it for your own. But you don’t want to be caught, you have to time it right.

After a minute the platform’s mostly deserted; only a few stragglers sit on a bench against the wall. She looks around and sees you staring at her. You smile bashfully and shrug.

‘They should make the bus come a minute sooner so everything lines up,’ you say.

‘Yeah, it’s stupid,’ she agrees in an angelic voice.

She starts pacing impatiently back and forth between two pillars. At the far end of one she seems to be blocked from view by any remaining passengers. You make your way around to intercept the end of her walk, trying to be nonchalant but quick, before anyone else comes down to the platform. You pull out your phone and pretend to check your emails as she comes nearer, nearer. When she’s an arm’s length away you step forward and hop.

The world briefly disappears into darkness as your physical form becomes a billion particles of energy and shoots towards her, slipping noiselessly and effortlessly into her body. When the world reappears you’re slightly shorter and much more beautiful. The warm air of the arriving trains whip around your scantily clad body, blowing your silky blonde hair across your new face.

You look down and are confronted with the glorious cleavage of the girl from the bus. You brush the hair out of your face with a strong, slender arm while you admire your sexy body. It’s feminine but muscular, sensitive but tough. You can’t help but run a hand over one large breast; the feeling is instant and more intense than you imagined as a slight tingle flits through your stolen body.

You search her mind. In doing so, the odd but alluring sense of being someone else engulfs you while your identity fades into the background. Meghan. Your name’s Meghan. You were on your way home from the gym trying to catch the last train because there’s now a 30 minute gap. You need to shower and get all made up to go out with your girlfriends tonight. You start thinking about what outfit you’re going to wear. As you imagine your body dressed and undressed in various ways you, the real you, starts getting excited, which in turn starts making Meghan’s body warm. Your entangled thoughts turn to her ex-boyfriend, Brian. How he used to dominate you. Tie you to the bed, your legs spread wide while he ate your aching wet pussy. How you cried out as orgasms punished your body while he took his time kissing and sucking your sensitive nipples when all you wanted was for him to fill you, to fulfil your desire with his manhood.

So…Meghan is into being dominated and controlled. You tuck that thought away in the back of your mind.

Your new body’s getting moist still thinking about Brian. You head to the bathroom upstairs; it’s a single with a lockable door and usually the cleanest. Your long legs pound up the stairs, the muscles rippling just below the surface.

You open the door and the slight scent of bleach hits you. You’re in luck, the bathroom’s empty. You lock the door and turn to face the mirror. Meghan’s face stares back at you. Her slightly broad nose, full lips and wide face makes her adorably cute rather than hot. Your dark eyebrows are slightly arched in concentration, thoughts of Brian still warming your body. Your perfect breasts practically spill out from beneath your white tank top, rocking lightly up and down with each breath.

God, you want to fuck yourself.

You run your fingers over your full breasts, slipping down over the nipples as they pop out instantly, erect and ready for your caresses. You watch your new body in the mirror as you lightly pinch your nipples, sending pleasure spinning through your body. Your cheeks redden, your mouth opens slightly in hungry desire for the gorgeous woman in the mirror. Between your legs a warmth pulses, sending a hungry tension up through you. You slide one of Meghan’s hands down into her shorts while the other continues to tease your nipples.

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For more, you’ll have to check out the collection! On Smashwords and Amazon.