Work of art

When my blind date, Chelsea, opened her door she was ravishing. I knew immediately that I didn’t want to have her so much as I wanted to be her. The instant her back was turned I hopped, my body becoming particles that slid into her body, filling her. In less than a second I was looking through her eyes and out at the front stoop where I’d just been standing.
I closed the door and sat on Chelsea’s couch,. my legs spread, the black dress barely covering me and giving me an eyeful of Chelsea’s cleavage.With one hand I reached up and tugged on the neck of her dress, pulling it down over her huge, perfect tits.
“Holy god,” I whispered as I lay her naked body bare beneath me.
Her juicy tits bounced free and I took them in each hand. This wasn’t a body, this was a work of art. I wanted to worship these breasts, touch these thighs liked they’d never been touched before, enjoy every wonderful, warm inch of her.
Man, I was getting wet just staring at the new body I controlled. I slid one hand beneath my dress and ran my fingers up and down my entrance. In seconds I was naked, my fingers deep inside my slick folds, howling my pleasure out into her empty apartment as my body shook with immense orgasms.
When I leave, Chelsea will think she chose to do all this, and have no memory of a stranger controlling her body. So I may as well have fun for the both of us. And I think I’m going to stay for a little while.

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