Urges

"What are you looking at?" Sam asked the man across from him at the bar.

"Uh, it's nothing," the man said.

"It's my tits isn't it?"

"What? No!"

"Yep, it's my tits. You like
'em?"

"What kind of question is that?" His face was turning full of red blush.

"You want to fuck?"

"What did you say?"

"I asked if you want to fuck?" Sam put his drink on the bar. "Another one please, actually make that two. Get over here," he motioned back to the man. Confused the man got up and walked around the bar.

"You drinks miss," the bartender said.

"Keep the change," Sam handed her a twenty.

"What do yo want?" The man asked Sam.

"I asked you if you wanted to fuck. Look, I don't want the D or anything, but my sis' body definitely does, so I need you to help me with these urges. You got the dick, I have a place for you to put it, so how about we cut the crap and just get on the bed. I saw the way you were looking at me over there, you were practically eye fucking me."

"I like your style girl," he said. "How about we finish these drinks and go back to my place." He reached for one of Sam's drinks.

"Nu uh!" Sam stopped him. "These are both for me, I'm going to need all the help I can get." Sam downed both the drinks as quickly as he could, spilling a little of the liquids on his breasts. "Alright," he said slamming the second glass down, "let's fuck!"

Are You Sure? Part 2 - Fuck the guest!

Part 1

"Are you sure about this?" Jon asked Clyde.

"Oh I am more than sure," Clyde said revealing his cleavage. "I want you inside me right now." He began playing with his breast in front of his best friend.

Clyde and Jon's relationship had never been so close. It had been four months since the ghost of Clyde took over the body of Jon's trophy wife, Claire, and things could not have been better between the two friends. Jon had all but forgotten about how much of a gold digging bitch she was, and Clyde loved nothing more than being back in the land of the living. What Clyde never expected was just how much of a nympho Jon's wife was. These occurrences were hardly rare.

"But what about the guests?" Jon said attempting to suppress his erection.

"Fuck the guest," Clyde took his best friend's hand into his and pulled him towards his feminine body. "Fuck me!" Clyde wrapped his legs around Jon and began making out with him, moaning with every breath he took.

"I'm so fucking happy you're my wife!" Jon said pulling down his pants and penetrating his best friend. Clyde roared into an echoing moan, every time felt like the first time with Claire's vagina.

Not so sure anymore

"I'm not so sure about this anymore," Tim said to his friend who James who was beginning to pull down his pants.

"Come on man, we agreed on this!" James said hoping into the hot tub, his erection standing at full attention.

"I know, I know. It's just that..."

"It's just that what? Obviously you're not afraid of getting your pussy pounded. Yeah, I saw you making out with Mitch in the hallway yesterday. Or the fact that just a day before you gladly took a ride with Jeremy back home. Oh and the day before that, your first day as Ginny I might add, you called off the first time this was supposed to happen so you could rest. I'll have you know, I saw Snapchats from Anthony that night of your making out with him. You've been Ginny, the hottest girl in the entire school for just four days and you've already made her the biggest slut in the entire school. What the hell do you have against me?"

"You want the truth?" Tim asked.

"Yes I want the truth," James demanded.

"Well it's just that your," Tim brought his index finger and thumb together with a small gap between them, "your dick is a little too small for me."

"Arrrggghhhh!" Jame roared. "If my best friend isn't going to sleep with me I don't know if I'll ever get laid." James hopped out of the pool, still naked and erect.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tim asked.

"To do the thing you won't do." He wrapped himself in his towel. "I'll be in my room, don't knock." He slammed the door behind him.

"Sorry..." Tim said.

New Cravings

I'm back! Temporarily that is. Posts are going to be infrequent for now but they'll be happening.

Quick update as well, I decided to add a new tag, nympho, for those poor unfortunate men who end up in the bodies of a nymphomaniac who just really need the D.

"Uhh, aren't you going to let me have my drink?" Ian asked the girl across from him.

"Shuddup, man. You wanna get me drunk so you can get between my legs right?" She said taking the two cups up to her mouth and chugging the two at the same time.

"Look, I don't know who you think I am but I'm not that kind of guy..." Ian said sternly.

"Fuck man, you're totally that kind of guy. You got more gel than hair on your head, you're wearing a gold watch, you bought me a mojito with Bacardi, not wells,  and you arrived here wearing fucking sunglasses at night!" She gestured towards Ian and continued to down his and her drinks.

"Hey, if you want me to go I'll go." Ian began standing up, the girl reached across the table and caught his hand in mid stand.

"Please don't," she said, "I want to get laid as much as you. You don't understand, this body needs the D like a methhead needs meth. I can't focus with all these withdrawals, so let's just skip the chit-chat and go to me place." Ian pulled away, her neediness was too much despite her hotness. "Please man, help a bro out!"

"You're fucking crazy," he said putting on his jacket. "I'm out of here." And with that Ian was gone.

Trapped inside of the body of Ian's date was Victor. Six weeks ago his body was stole from him on a Tinder date with the girl he now was. She left him with the message "enjoy the new cravings," then disappeared with his body forever. At first he didn't know what she meant, but as time went on, every Calvin Kline ad would make him warm, every Abercrombie he passed with their photos of men too masculine to be real would make him wet, he daydreamed of taking every man he passed on the street back home and what it would be like to be pounded by them all day long. And Victor was disgusted with those thoughts, even though he new possessed tits and a vagina the thought of doing anything with another man's dick made him shiver.

As the cravings grew he began masturbating more, first a finger, then two, then three, then a whole fist. That never did the trick. Next it was a dildo, then a vibrator. They could only temporarily satisfy his new found apatite. He thought he might need somebody else in control instead, so he would go to lesbian bars, bring back a curious girl and convince her to use a strap-on. That was even worse, sure it felt great, but the static plastic rod as it penetrated deep inside his pussy felt empty, like romanticless sex. He needed something soft but firm, something that had subtle movements pulsing inside him, he needed a real dick, so Victor set up a Tinder profile and only matched with the guys most likely to put out. Ian was his first date, and even his forwardness couldn't get him laid.

Victor put his head on the table and sighed.

"Need anything else miss?" A male voice asked. He looked up and locked eyes with the man. He wore a white long sleeve button down with a crimson tie, his black hair was disheveled but clean, his eyes as blue as the ocean, his black khaki pants were just tight enough to hint as the size of his enormous package. He was their waiter.

"Miss?" The waiter asked again. Victor snapped out of his trance, the dreamy man was just a man now, average in every bit of the way.

"No nothing, thank you anyways," Victor said.

"Well let me know if you do," the wait said and spun around. Victor caught the man's ass, it was so firm and solid through his pants, so sexy...

"Actually," Victor said reaching into his purse and producing a pen and posted note. He jotted something down. "I do want something from you." He handed the note to the waiter. "Call me when you get off work." Victor winked.

Ruining the Moment

"Harder, harder harder!" Tim moaned.

"I'm working it as good as I can," the man mounting Tim said. "Push Angela's boobs a little closer to help out."

"Like this," Tim pushed his new breast as tight as he could.

"Yeah man, that's the magic right there!" The man said.

The past few days had been a wild ride for Tim. One day he was his usual male self attending school like your usual high schooler, most of the time he was too busy studying for class to chase girls. His parents wanted him to get into a good school, unlike his "disappointing" (there words, not his) older sister, Angela, who flunked out of university and had to move back home within one semester. Then one day a Freaky Friday moment happened, swapping his sister and his bodies.

In the process he not only inherited her terrible GPA along with her body, but also her sex drive, and she had one that went through the roof! Suddenly his best friend Stephen was somebody he desired, somebody he wanted to be more than just friends with. Not even within a week of the swap he decided to come clean to Stephen about the swap, not thirty minutes later Tim was being tit fucked by his best friend.

"Just remember," Tim said, "please don't cum until-"

At that moment Stephen's cum launched directly into Tim's face. The shock instantly turned Tim off like a light switch.

"Ahhhh," Stephen sighed in relief, "that felt great!"

"Great?" Tim said wiping the white gunk off his face, "You just completely ruined the moment!"