Sex with Laura

You got dressed, pulling on Laura's favorite pink sweater and a pair of white and black Nike leggings. You slipped on matching black socks, and for the first time, you put on a bra, adjusting the straps with a bit of difficulty. The bra was filled with Laura's breasts, a weight that you weren't accustomed to, but which you found rather fascinating.

Dressed in Laura's clothes, you felt a whole new level of intimacy. You smelled like her, felt like her. Even her clothes fit you perfectly. It was exhilarating. You laid down on your bed, feeling the fabric of her leggings against your newly acquired skin.

You were broken out of your reverie when your phone buzzed. You saw a message from your own name and your heart skipped a beat. But then you remembered the words about the doppelganger. It seemed that even when you were someone else, your own self would still exist separately, at least in a physical form.

This revelation made you pause. You could stay as Laura forever. You could live her life, access her memories, be her. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that there was something else you wanted.

You had been harboring feelings for Laura for a long time. You admired her from afar, never having the courage to confess your feelings. But now, you had a chance to be with her, even if it wasn't in the way you had imagined.

You decided to slip out of Laura's skin. You focused, feeling the sensation of your skin moving away from hers. It was warm, wet, and slimey, clinging to you like a second skin. The sensation of slipping out of Laura's skin was unlike anything you've ever felt before. It was as if you were shedding a layer of yourself, only that this layer was warm, wet, and almost suffocatingly close. The process was slow and meticulous, a sensation of sliding out, of leaving behind something that was both intimate and alien.

You started from the head, feeling your face pull away from the snug fit of Laura's skin. Her features clung to yours as if unwilling to let go. There was a sudden coldness, a sense of emptiness, as you slid out of her skin. It felt strange, seeing your own features appear in the mirror as you slowly emerged.

Next, came the torso. It was a tighter fit, her skin adhering to yours like a second layer. You felt your chest move away from the contours of her breasts, felt the absence of their weight. You felt your back slide out from her skin, the sensation almost ticklish.

Then, the arms and legs. They slid out easier than the rest, your limbs pulling away from her skin with a strange squelching sound. You could feel every inch of her against you as you pulled away, every contour of her body against yours.

Lastly, were the hands and feet. It was a strange sensation, feeling your fingers and toes slide out of hers, to feel your own skin against the air once more.

Finally, you were free. You stood there, naked and wet, your body tingling from the strange experience. Laura's skin was a deflated shell beside you, empty yet full of the promise of the woman she once was.

When you were free, you used the pen to inflate Laura. The process was almost immediate, and soon, Laura was standing in front of you, her eyes wide and confused. But you knew that she was under your control, that you could guide her actions.

With a thought, you coaxed her to approach you. She did, her movements graceful and sure. You pulled her close, feeling her warmth seep into your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

Slowly, you guided her to the bed, feeling her weight shift as she laid down. You joined her, your bodies pressed close. You guided her hands, teaching her to touch you in the ways that you've always dreamt of. You lost yourself in the sensation, in the heat and intimacy of the moment.

It was your first time, but with Laura's memories, you knew what to do. You guided her through the motions, feeling her body respond to your touch.

It was intimate, slow, and passionate. You could feel every gasp, every shiver, every moan. Her body was a landscape, and you were the explorer, navigating through her curves and contours, finding pleasure in her reactions.

The orgasm was a **** of nature, a tidal wave of pleasure that swept through you both. It wasn't just physical, it was emotional, mental, and even spiritual. It was an experience that transcended the limits of the body, reaching deep into the soul.

You could feel it building, a pressure at the base of your spine that was as intense as it was pleasurable. It was like a fire, starting small but growing with every thrust, every gasp, every moan. You could feel Laura respond to it, her body tensing, her breath hitching in anticipation.

And then it hit. It was like an explosion, a surge of pleasure that rocked you to your core. It was a release, a surrender to the primal **** that had been building within you. It was a sensation of pure pleasure, a euphoria that washed over you in waves.

Laura's body spasmed beneath you, her back arching as her own climax hit. You could feel her walls pulsating around you, matching the rhythm of your own release. It was a symphony of pleasure, a harmony of sensations that left you both breathless and spent.

But it was more than just physical. It was a connection, a deep, intimate bond that was forged through shared memories and experiences. It was a moment of unity, a moment where two became one. And in that moment, you knew that you had shared something special, something that would forever be a part of you both.

Afterward, you laid in each other's arms, exhausted but satisfied. It was a strange situation, to be sure, but it was also deeply intimate, a moment that you knew you would cherish forever.

Afterward, you laid there, spent and sated. Laura was by your side, her body warm against yours. You were still you, but for a moment, you had been Laura. And you knew then, that no matter what, you would always have a piece of her with you. It was a comforting thought, a promise of sorts. You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You were unsure: Would you slip back inside Lauras skin or not? Live her life for the next days or not?