Spit Swapping Novels & Stories

His BBC throbbed under my face, mine over his. This was the popular six nine position. I took him first, my mouth stretching wide around his cock, sucking as deep as I could. I spit everywhere I could, my hand stroking the base. He groaned, then his mouth on me. Hot and wet, swallowing easily to hit his throat, deep. His tongue swirled the tip of my dick, sucking harder. We bobbed together, sloppy sounds filling the room, spit dripping both ways. This is way better than my p**n dreams.

" As I spoke, I raised my fist and waved it at Clara. The sight of my energetic display made Clara smile through her tears. "Alright. I'll swap mates with you." Honestly speaking, I wasn't sure if my choice was correct. But one thing was for sure—I definitely didn't want my life to turn out like the one I had gone through in my previous life. In my previous life, I could never get along with Oliver. I disliked him for being a smooth-talking bastard, while he despised me for not being feminine enough. Our days were filled with nothing but arguments. In less than a year, we severed our mate bond.

The noise I make disgusts me but, it kind of feels fun now. "Good, good. Now, your posture is very important here. You got your saliva ready in there?" he inquires and I nod. "Okay, place your best foot in front of you, a couple of inches away from the other foot." I get into position as told. "Now, you'll need to pull yourself back a little and with the help of the foot that's behind you, you'll be able to move and spit forward with ease. Okay, get ready to spit with all your energy. On three, let's go. One, two... Three!"

On an overseas social platform, a travel influencer had recently posted a close-up of the exact same ring. The influencer was Sophie. Her username was even "SophieWander." I went straight to her profile. Sophie spent her life abroad, traveling from one country to another and creating glossy vlogs with a man always behind the camera. Her captions suggested her husband covered all expenses, even giving her a "custom, one-of-a-kind ring." Later, I opened Lucas' travel schedule and compared it with Sophie's posts—Moonshore in July, Rosefen Valley in August, and Vespera in November.

Squeezes my cheeks until my lips pucker open. "Spit," he says. I spit. Into his open mouth. He swallows it and groans and fucks me harder and the filthiness of it – the exchange, the intimacy of something that degrading – makes my pussy grip his cock so tight he swears. His thumb pushes into my mouth. I suck it – hard, swirling my tongue around it the way I've been sucking cock all night – and he watches my lips work his thumb while his cock drives into me against the tile. He pulls his thumb out. Wet with my spit. Reaches behind me. Pushes it against my asshole – slick, insistent – and slides it inside while his cock stays in my pussy.

I said in a voice that wasn't completely mine. She moved closer. "Can you repeat that a little louder?" "I'm just a shit shoveler," I repeated. My eyes burned with the arrival of a teardrop that I used every strength I had to hold back. She spat by my feet then said, "Spit is a different form of shit. Do your job now." she crossed her arms around her small breast waiting for me to do as she had just commanded. I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself with the spit instead but I bent down to the thick substance by my feet and scooped it with my fingers.

As ability users grew stronger, it was becoming increasingly difficult to trap them effortlessly with a spatial portal. In the future, there would no doubt be more methods—stronger methods—to escape. But not today. Today, Gunnr would die. Ray snorted softly. He tossed a small stone toward the spatial portal, then activated spatial swap. Gunnr swapped positions with the stone. Spatial swap could only swap positions—it couldn't alter an object's original motion. The stone continued falling into the portal, while Gunnr remained with his wings already inside it. Only now, his feet were no longer on the ground.

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

Suddenly, everyone became alert, some hid because they might be called, others were ready to participate wearing their smiles. "Who can spell the word, AK-WI-YI-SENS. It means, the reluctant acceptance of something without protest." No one made a single move not until Ulap suddenly tapped me. "Go. I know you know it," Ulap convinced me. At first, I was hesitant but suddenly, something merged all over my body prompting me to raise my hand. "Ah, Hmm..." I was nervous because everyone was looking at me. I closed my eyes. Rumbled letters begin to flow like specks of pixie dust. It's like a magic. It's not fantasy. A thought experiment. It is science.

I had so much mucus and snot from crying that I hacked it up and spat it at his face. "Oh, Tara, I didn't know you were into swapping spit, why didn't you say so?" He forced my mouth open, had me by my face and hair. He spit into my mouth. I coughed and tried to move but he was too strong. "Swallow it, bitch." I gulped down his disgusting spit. "That's a good bitch. Now get to work, Tara." He used my hair to force my face into his crotch. I couldn't breathe without wanting to vomit.