Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Six

My stomach sinks as I find the GPS guiding me out beyond the suburbs, houses soon growing further and further apart as dense trees and the beach begin to flank the road. Mansions and holiday homes sit interspersed with tiny shacks, the last hold outs against the mounting gentrification of the island's fringes.

As even these houses grow even more spread out I'm soon told to take a harsh turn off the main road and onto a dirt path, the whole car lurching with the grinding of metal as I take the right-angle a little too fast for the failing vehicles liking.

The dirt road wraps around behind a curtain of palms, the line of trees blocking the wire fence and the small studio cabins behind it from sight. Standing on concrete blocks, the various cabins look like they were intended for short terms visitors, though despite this it seems that Ms Akana had lived here prior to our swap.

My lips quiver as I slowly pull up beside one of the newly built robin's egg blue shacks, my breath growing short as I stare at my new home in shock before bringing the car to a stop.

"This is..." I murmur, sighing to myself as the engine splutters and grinds to a stop. "... Tiny..."

Reaching up I run my light brown hands through my dark sweaty hair, pulling it back and behind my shoulders as I shift awkwardly in my seat. My apartment had been cozy as a generous description but this... this place looked downright cramped.

"She'd better live alone..." I grumble, forcing the rusted door open with my shoulder before flinging myself out of the cabin and onto the gravel coated ground beneath.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Five

For a second I feel like I'm seeing double, the rather plain and simple Swap Clinic around me flickering with the image of one that felt far more lavish. The unspooling of my brain finally runs it's course as I feel the last of myself slide out of my skull with a wet plop, the long single strand of thoughts and experiences soon landing rather haphazardly inside someplace else.

My eyes struggle to focus, the warm dribble running down my chin feeling as though it was different than mere moments ago. A soft voice calls out to me from the haze, my throbbing head making it hard to focus on just who it was coming from.

"How are you feeling Ms Akana?"

The soft and gentle tones reverberate inside my head, the name Akana causing a faint twinge of recognition somewhere deep inside the squishy mass I could feel myself pouring into. I barely manage to gurgle out a response before slumping forward, my body landing with a thud into a set of grasping hands.

My view of the world is shrouded by a curtain of long dark hair, the curtain of frizzy strands smelling of sea salt and lightly of artificial coconut. My dimmed vision snaps to my nose as I feel myself slow get dragged forward, the slight hazy sight of the light brown bridge leaving me going cross eyed in an attempt to get a better look.

As the door to the room opens, the young woman holding me up huffing with the effort of juggling my limp body as she shoves the door, I let out a pained groan. The sound of the hinges rings horridly in my ears and skull, a terrible throbbing and burning sensation filling my head as I feel more and more of myself shift and settle into place.

"My... head..." I whine, my drool filled mouth spluttering out the scant few words in a hoarse yet delicate voice. Demure and almost sickly sweet, the sound feels all too foreign to me as I linger on the sound for far too long.

"You have..." the soft-spoken woman huffs quietly, her words pausing between deep breaths. "... A far... less experienced... brain..." she explains, forcing another door open with her body as I'm met with the sound of soft piano music.

With a sudden surge I feel myself almost begin thrown onto a rather plush sofa, my whole body sinking into it as I collapse limply into the cushions.

"Please..." the soft voice pants, obviously a little out of breath. "Please just rest for a moment, we can dis... discharge you in an hour or so..."

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Four

I let out a huff, reaching over to my coffee before draining the cold milking beverage away as I heave myself back up into a seated position. With phone in hand I lurch up from my seat, walking back to the kitchen with my mug in order to make yet one more coffee as I mull over my answers.

"Gotta really think this over..." I sigh, my thumb flicking across the screen as I send the Swap Clinic app lunging between profiles. "This could be... for quite a long time..."

As the water boils one last time I look between the pictures, my lips pursing as I stare at Stephanie for a while before closing out of the profile. She was cute and seemed to have a fine enough life, but did I really want to be a young woman in my mid-twenties just getting by with a part-time job at some discount store in the country? Probably not.

"One down..." I mutter under my breath, spooning out some more instant coffee as I fumble with getting all of it into the mug.

If Stephanie was out, then I suppose that Astrid was out as well. While a year younger than the grungy girl with strawberry blonde hair the short bottom heavy brunette had the similar problem, approaching her mid-twenties and just only recently getting a job at some small town bakery. Was there a future there? Maybe, but with so many other options she simply fell short in my head.

My lips purse as I close out of Lucy's profile, the young busty nurse simply having too stressful a job for me to even consider taking over her for. I had wanted a change of pace and something a little more quiet and simple, the idea of being in-charge of the health and well being of vulnerable people simply being too much for me.

This simply left Kiara and Adrianna, two very different women who seemed eager to slip into my life while dumping me into theirs. Both were so very different, the towering willowy blonde looking after the old family farm and living off of her wealthy parent's estate or the fit and beautiful island girl working to serve those from the blonde's tax bracket. While the wealth difference was a bit staggering there were other consideration.

"I've never lived near the beach..." I mutter under my breath, my gaze lingering on the young woman with light brown skin as she stands in the pristine sand. "Only nineteen... plenty of time to test things out and organize another swap if I..." continue, my lips twisting into a bit of a smirk.

Blog Update: Old Stories and E-Publishing

Hey there Lovelies,

It's been a while since I posted my last blog update, that one being about potentially thinking of starting a Patreon or something along those lines. As you may have noticed, that never came to be, I didn't like the idea of asking for money on something that I did in bursts and with so many fan favorite stories incomplete.

However, with a bit of a discussion I decide decided to look into E-Publishing completed stories as a bit of a best of both worlds proposition. I would feel bad getting money from people hoping I'd complete a story that ended up just languishing without any new chapters, or worse yet if I were to take a break from posting entirely.

This way, presuming I manage to work out how it all works, I would be able to only get a 'donation' so long as the story was in a finished state and in return people would receive a full copy of the story without having to navigate between multiple pages to get between each part.

Nothing is set in stone of course, I'd need to work out how everything works and keep up the motivation to do so. However, in the mean time, I wanted to ask an important question.

'Which Stories Do You Want To See Completed?"

It's a bit of a lengthy one, there are over 130 different stories, but I'd be grateful if you could let me know in the poll below which stories of mine you would like to see more chapters of with the hopes of having it tied off with an actual factual ending.

Also feel free to leave any thoughts or comments on this idea either below or, if you'd like to keep them private, in the poll.

Hope you enjoy, 

 

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Three

I lean back in my seat, sipping between the two profiles as I look at their display pictures inquisitively. One sweet looking and cute with a simply unreal amount of hair and what seemed to be a troublesomely wide set of hips, the other a little more slender and manageable build though with more of a grungy or somewhat trashy looking background.

"They're not... too different in age at least..." muse, thankfully not having to make a choice as to which younger or older was really all that better in a new body and life. "And at least one of them lives out of home... can't say much about the other aside from... she's a baker? Maybe?" I mutter, returning to the image of the short and bottom heavy freckled brunette as she stands with who I could only assume was her new boss.

"Still... is that better that shelf staking?" I continue, sipping more of my coffee as I think about just what working at a bakery entails. The early mornings, waking up before dawn to start ovens and fill mixers with ingredients for mixing. "... I mean I guess overnight stocking isn't much better... Bi is an interesting selling point though" I chuckle, the mystery of just what Ms Gouelle was leaving me a little concerned.

Sipping down the last of my coffee with a heavy gulp I look back at the two messages, my lips pursing as I decide to wait a little longer as I wait for some more messages before reaching out.

Hopping up and out of my seat I give a little stretch, the early morning sun streaming in through the kitchen window invitingly. Snatching up the empty mug I shuffle lazily back towards the kitchen, the images of the two young women who had reached out to me swirling in my minds eyes as I begin to make myself another coffee and a bit of breakfast. 

Eggs sizzle in the pan and butter melts against toasted bread, the simple and humble breakfast being basically all I could afford at the moment. With a plume of steam I pull the lid of the fry pan, the golden yolks of the egg having cooked to a gelatinous goo while the bottom fried to a nice crisp. Tossing the eggs onto the toast I quickly finish making my second coffee of the morning before carefully carrying my haul back to the coffee table.

This time I place the items down before dropping into the seat, my body hunching over as I sit as to reach the food as I quickly begin to eat.

Swap Clinic: Change of Scenery - Part Two

Looking over the profile again I purse and pout my lips.

"Maybe I could get rid of some of those hyphens" I mutter to myself, wondering what else I could fit in if I did so. "Maybe tomorrow or something..." I sigh, sipping at my coffee as I place the mug down on the coffee table. "I'll tr and think of something tomorrow..."

Reading it one more time I close the app, opening the secure messaging app as I check for any responses to my profile. Raising my eyes brows in surprise I find myself actually looking at something more than a blank screen, the messaging app finally sporting two notifications for unread messages.

I tap at the first, the messaging app hanging for a moment before it suddenly fills the screen.

New Nuts November - Part One

The world around me feels off as I lay in my bed, a dull sense of grogginess gripping me as I find myself struggling to remember how I had gotten here. Looking around I try to make out the walls of the room, the blurring shadows failing to really form into anything cohesive before my mind is quickly taken elsewhere.

Something clutches at my bare thigh beneath the sheets, my head whipping back around as I spot a shifting shape beneath the sheets. Had that been there before? I could have sworn I would have seen something.

My questioning thoughts are cut short suddenly as a soft moaning giggle echos up from beneath the muffling sheets, the hand on my thigh suddenly being joined by another reaching up to grasp my already rock hard and throbbing cock.

"So fucking big..." moans a soft feminine voice, the mass shifting as I feel someone straddle my legs as the sheets rise up. Long hair softly traipses over my exposed skin, the thick silken locks soon massing around my groin as the woman adjusts herself to be inches away from my dick.

Her breath is intoxicating, the warm exhales leaving my body shuddering as it teases the yearning pre-cum slicked head of my cock. As she slowly lays down I feel a set of warm and perfectly soft tits come to rest against my thighs, my hand inching down under the blanket in search of the woman as I blindly flail about.

As I feel my fingers draw near the woman suddenly wraps her plush thick pillowy lips around my dick, her tongue snaking out and down the shaft as she begins to drool and sloppily coat the whole thing in a layer of warm spit.

I can't hold on, it had been so long since I had any chance for release. Grunting softly I feel my cock twitch and spasm, thick ropes of cum soon theoretically painting the woman's mouth. However, as soon as I cum I feel something splatter against my legs, the sheets around me growing warm and sticky as the feeling of the woman in my lap clashes with something far more real and present.

I wake with a start, inhaling sharply as I feel my cock twitching as it empties well over two weeks of stored up seed into the sheets beneath me.

"No... no no no..." I groggily wheeze, my head pounding a little from a slight hangover while the mounting anxiety at the sudden wet dream and its consequences force their way to the surface. "That... that doesn't count..." I groan, my eyes darting to my phone as I wait for the dreaded message to come through.