Afterglow

As I lay there, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasm, I can't help but feel a sense of awe at what just happened. I had just experienced the most intense sexual encounter of my life, and I had loved every moment of it.

The feeling of his cum on my face, the sticky, decadent mess that coats my skin, a reminder of the experience I just had, which I still can barely even believe. It's a mark of my submission, of my acceptance of my new being.

I can feel the tenderness between my legs, the aching of my muscles from the **** of his thrusts and I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. I've accepted my new identity, I've embraced it. And now, I'm ready to explore this new point of view, to experience everything it has to offer. Everything this body has to offer.

I can hear the sound of his breathing next to me, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I can feel the warmth of his body, the comforting presence that surrounds me.

I turn to look at him, my eyes meeting his. He looks at me with a tenderness that I've never seen before, a look that fills me with a sense of security, of love.

"I really needed that "hands-on-experience". Thank you." I whisper.

He grins at me, his eyes shining with a warmth that fills my heart. "You're welcome," he replies, his voice filled with a surprisingly gentle affection.

Just a minute earlier he was looking down on me, treating me like a bitch in heat, which, to his defense, I totally was, but thats not the point. Now he suddenly seemed very soft and caring.

Good to see that your sex personality isn't your actual personality. Otherwise we would've gottan a huuuge problem at some point, Mr Neighbour.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

I nod, a small smile spreading across my lips. "Mhm..." I murmur.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Is this afterglow? Feels kinda sentimental, almost nostalgic if that makes sense.

I can feel the exhaustion washing over me, the weariness that comes after an intense sexual encounter. I close my eyes and as I drift off to sleep, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude. I've been given a new chance, a new perspective if you want to call it that, a chance to experience life in a new way. And I'm determined to make the most of it. I'm looking forward to tomorow...

*Riiiiing*

I jolt out of sleep.

What?! Huh? I've fallen asleep?

I turn around, but I'm alone in bed.

Figures. Not like he could just stay all night or something.

I look down.

Blugh! I still reek of sweat, cum and sex. Now it kinda smells disgusting. I gotta get that shower.

I try to heave myself out of bed, but fall back, to weak to do so.

Fuck.

...

I step into the shower, the warm water cascading down my body, I can't help but shower cold today. It feels refreshing, almost as if cleaning myself from the sins of lust. The previous night's encounter had turned me into a woman, a vivid memory that I could'nt shake.

A women... If you can't get the waifu, then be the waifu I guess. Worked wonders.

I close my eyes, letting the water wash over me, as I replay it in my mind. The roughness of his touch, the intensity of his thrusts, the feeling of his cock inside me... It all comes rushing back, a wave of pleasure.

I reach down, my hand instinctively finding its way to my slit. I start to touch myself, my fingers tracing the folds of my labia, the wetness just like the night before.

No. Right now I'm so wet because of the shower. Last night I was so wet without the shower. Damn.

I start to rub myself, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles feeling the tension building within me, the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm.

I increase the pace of my movements, my fingers moving faster and faster. I can feel the pleasure building, the tension reaching a breaking point.

And then, with a sudden jolt, I cum. The orgasm crashes through me, but it isn't even comparable to the pleasure I felt before, but still way stronger than any orgasm I had as a guy. I lean against the shower wall, my legs shaking as the aftershocks of my orgasm wash over me.

As I stand there, my body still trembling from the **** of my orgasm, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude. This body is awesome. But this wasn't even half of it-

I finish my shower, stepping out into the cool air of the bathroom. I dry myself off and pick my clothes, taking one last look at myself in the mirror, a smile spreading across my lips.

-I really need another cock soon.