Body Swap Erotica Novels & Stories

I squirted violently across his chest and the floor in powerful, repeated fountains that left everything soaked. Elena and Alex watched intently as Marcus moved me to the sex swing. Suspended helplessly, my body swayed while he flogged me thoroughly, tits, ass, spread pussy and asshole turning bright, hypersensitive red. Rivers of hot wax poured over my clamped nipples, stomach, thighs, and leaking holes. Electro-stim pads on every sensitive spot delivered intense, timed shocks that synced with his movements. Marcus fucked me swinging with animalistic dominance: deep, cervix-battering pussy pounding that made my heavy tits bounce wildly; brutal anal reaming that left my ring stretched and op

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND AND HIS BEST FRIEND ACCIDENTALLY SWAP SOULS AND TO SWAP THEM BACK YOU HAVE TO BE MARKED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME OR JUST PICK ONE? MAYA. The water was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold — just that sweet spot where you could sink down until it was touching your chin and feel every single muscle in your body just... let go. The bath salts I had poured in were doing their job, making the water smell like lavender and something warm and sweet that I couldn't name, and the candles I had set around the edge of the tub were flickering low like they were tired too. Just like me.

In my past life, Axel's first beating happened on a rainy day too. He swung a wooden stick over and over, striking every inch of my body. It wasn't just that—he liked violence in other ways as well. A few times, I actually fainted. And when I woke up, I felt… disappointed. How I wished I could have died then… Living meant enduring yet another round of torment. A week later, I saw Emma again. "You—bitch! You're reborn too, aren't you?"

The sound of lips meeting, breath tangling, drifted out of the restroom again. It wasn't loud, but it cut straight through me. I turned to leave and ran right into a solid chest. Sean. He looked down at me, brows tight, then wiped the tears off my face, slow and careful. "Babe... why are you crying?" His eyes were all concern as he leaned in and kissed me. The restroom door suddenly swung open. Milo froze at the sight—my flushed face, locked in a kiss with his brother. His expression darkened fast.

Within just two weeks, our profits had tripled. My friend was thrilled. To celebrate, he threw a party at a resort on the outskirts—but there, once again, I ran into Rose and Zachary. The two of them were sitting by the bonfire. Rose was carefully peeling shrimp for Zachary. I didn't know what Zachary said, but Rose laughed and popped the shrimp into his mouth. Then she lifted her hand—still slick with shrimp juice—as if to smear it on his face. He laughed and leaned back to dodge.

The humiliation mixed with pleasure made my eyes roll back. He flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. From the drawer he pulled out the vibrator and the small whip. He turned the toy on high and pressed it firmly against my clit while his mouth returned to my entrance. The combination was overwhelming. I screamed into the fabric gag, body arching violently as the first orgasm ripped through me.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."