Give In to the Urges

I couldn’t take it anymore. I could feel my rational clouding over as I stripped out of my underwear, tossing it aside haphazardly. My nipples had grown hard, and my snatch was sopping wet. I couldn't believe I was about to pleasure myself using a girl's body. It was like I was running on autopilot as I lay on Sherry's bed, beginning to tweak my clit. Teasing my folds with one hand while the other twisted my left nipple, the growing pleasure causing me to bite down on Sherry's pillowy lips as the fire I had once tried to douse was now roaring uncontrollably. My actions tossing proverbial gasoline on the flames.

Is this how women feel when they pleasure themselves? Shit, this is just unfair.

Hours ago I had tried my best to avoid this situation. I didn't want to do this in Sherry's body. It had felt wrong to do so. But even after dousing those flames, the coals must have never cooled. I just couldn't help it. Sherry was gorgeous, and her mind had pumped mine full of knowledge of her pleasure points and how she would normally play with herself.

As I continued, that feeling of autopilot never faded. It was like I was stuck experiencing this all with no way out. Moaning and bucking as pleasure washed my mind into a blank state. My sense of self being buried in my debauchery, quickly followed by thoughts of Lexi flashing in my head. Wild imaginings of what she'd look like in lingerie, bikinis, workout gear, naked... Her very flesh a siren's call to my new nature. My skinwalker side placing cross hairs on her as my desired vessel.

"Holy shit I want her! I want her so bad! I want... need to BE her!"

Thoughts of using that pretty face to cozy up to other pretty girls, swooned by what they'd think is a bombshell chick that was actually me wrapped up in her skin. Even craving the feelings of being penetrated by clueless guys as they became wrapped around my finger.

If I could control the maelstrom of thoughts that had began roaring through my head, I'd probably have questioned my desire to sleep with a guy. I was by no means attracted to them, but my inner skinwalker urges were rapidly twisting my being to crave deception. So what if I wasn't into them? It wouldn't be me bedding them. It would be Lexie. Or Sherry. Or any other girl I wanted to be! A devilish ruse to use others to amuse myself. Their faces, nothing more than mere playthings as I'd do whatever I wanted. Play their role. Or warp their life to my tastes. I could do either whenever I wanted.

After letting loose an earth-shattering orgasm, my body then got up and approached the mirror. I chuckled looking at my reflection with a twisted grin before sucking the love juices from my fingers, and before I knew it, my consciousness faded to black in exhaustion.