The Mind Flip

IT was a weekend like any other, in the city in the north of England. Rain poured in sheets down the basement windows of the flat I shared with my friend Joe, breaking up the shapes of the buildings on the opposite side of the road like a kaleidoscope, and I sat indoors, slouched in front of the computer behind my locked bedroom door, browsing for porn. I was supposed to be finding a job, having graduated some months before, but there was only so much of that I could do before being inevitably sucked into masturbation, and now I was lost in it again, jacking off to pictures of gorgeous women getting ploughed by strapping men.

I could spend a couple of hours like this a day, if not more, and more than once my mind had strayed to the thought of what it would be like to be in the girls' position, helpless, moaning as I was thrust into by a giant cock and filled with a man's seed. But I had never thought that I was gay, let alone that I was a woman trapped in a man's body. These fantasies were always firmly inside my head and abandoned in a white sticky mess, flying out of my own cock and onto my belly.

I had fantasised about something similar for years. In fact, once or twice, I had made my fantasy more specific, and imagined being taken by my roomie, a six-foot hunk who always scored more easily than I did. I had my fair share of sexual partners, but he had had scores of women, many our mutual friends, and always had a good looking girlfriend on the go.

I felt jealous of him, but also of the girls he'd bring home... what wouldn't I give, I thought, staring at the video on my PC screen and watching another blonde hotty being rammed, to be in their position. Somehow to swap bodies with them, even for a night, even for a couple of hours, and to feel pursued, wanted, and finally to feel the exquisite pleasure of being used and fucked by a pussy-hungry man...

IT was that thought, once again, that made me come, more than the porn on my screen. And it was Joe's face that filled my mind as the white liquid spurted onto my jeans. Dammit, I'd have to change again. I shut down the video and rose to go find some tissues to clean myself up, feeling ashamed of my fantasy, yet elated. I wanted it to come true more than I ever had before, but I knew it was impossible.