Your new body


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    1. What do you mean? I post 4 new captions a week and I’ve got a new short story available. Where’s this radar and how do I get on it?

      1. LOL!!! Perhaps this reader is referring to your frequency of responses to comments, M? And I, for one, can attest to the fact that radar is limited by its location so, topography plays a big role in what one can or cannot see on the scope. For instance, a huge pair of … mountains limits the view beyond them. And so would a tall, thick … pillar of … whatever it may be made of!
        There is also a possibility that the one looking into the screen might become a little myopic to things happening on the periphery.

        No matter, M! I always love scoping-out you & your caps, hon!!! Glad you’re keeping them coming… Along with other … peaks, valleys, pillars & caves!


        1. I’m always glad to hear from you, Elle, especially your ep-elle-logues. I may not always respond to comments but I do read them all. I’ll try to get better about responding!

          1. Oh, Sweetie, that’s not how I meant it. I truly was just messing with “Anomalous” and which radar scope they might have been referring to in the comment. No worries, M! My ego is not so fragile that I expect you to stroke it at every turn, (not that I’ll object if you do).


  1. “… A breathy moan escapes your throat as you lick your thick, glossy lips and you watch your reflection while your left hand teases each of your stiff nipples, sending an exquisite shudder throughout your sexy body, then reaches to untie the skimpy bows that hold the tiny bit of sheer fabric over your slick slit.

    You let one manicured finger slip in-out-&-around your velvety vulva, whispering, “Madre-Dios,” as the viscous vintage of your new nether-void gathers on your delicate digit, then lift that hand seductively to your mouth, where your tongue forms a pointy tip as you reach for a taste of the pungent nectar from your vacuous vessel.

    Salivating for the savory sauce on your finger you slip it into your mouth for a better taste and start to giggle as you notice the course, black strip of pubes pointing to your purring pussy is shaved into the shape of the “V” that was missing from the “cure” of your ass. …”

    No doubt, M; waking-up mysteriously in possession of an ass like this could cure a lot of what ails most – if not all – of your readers’ needs and wishes in one way or another. And, I hope you don’t mind how I brought this little ‘spell-check-fail’ to your attention, sweetie, since your captions always cast a spell that brings us to full attention!


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