Seeking inspiration

An old work I'm really fond of, not for the caption itself, but because this was the one that put me in touch with my dear friend Karen from Karen Flashes :) I would not be here today if it wasn't for her ^-^

Karen turned off her laptop in frustration. Despite all the time spent trying to come up with a decent caption to post on her favorite site she couldn’t write anything that would satisfy her. The ideas were all there, and her captions would usually receive a very good feedback from the users, and yet she realized that she was growing tired of it. Every caption was starting to feel the same as all the others, and she wasn’t getting the same satisfaction she used to get whenever she published one of her works and saw it being appreciated. At a certain point she was convinced she should have quitted it. There was no point in going on if she kept feeling like that. But that was just a moment. She loved what she did, and maybe that was just a phase. “I just need some inspiration.” she told herself before leaving her house and heading to the park like she always did when she needed inspiration.

A handful of minutes later she was sitting on a bench at the park, looking around for the right target. She spotted a young couple walking down the boulevard. The girl was stunning, gorgeous in her skirt and tank top and with her luscious hair and the bright smile. “Those will do.” she thought, and then she closed her eyes and focused on that girl. When she opened her eyes she wasn’t sitting on the bench anymore. Instead she found herself standing in the boulevard, with the guy’s arm embracing her and holding her tight by the waist. She looked down at herself to see two perky breasts barely contained by the girl’s revealing outfit, and she recognized the alien and yet familiar feeling of long hair brushing against her shoulder, of the cool breeze blowing on her long and toned legs, and of a thong running up her firm butt. She smiled. The possession had worked perfectly as usual.

<<Are you okay honey?>>

She was surprised by the guy’s voice addressing her like that, but she quickly composed himself.

<<Yes honey, I’m fine. But I don’t feel like walking anymore, I want to go home.>>

It didn’t took her more than a second to get used to the female voice coming out of her mouth, and looking up at her boyfriend she smiled brightly. She could tell that she was confused by what she had just said, but she knew how to make any perplexity disappear.

<<Please honey, I want to go home. I’m in the mood for something special.>>

She smiled and winked at him, and she found it amusing when the guy immediately nodded and lead her to their car. She had lost count of how many times she had already done it. Guys are all the same, it is so easy to manipulate them. A few minutes later they were both naked on their bed having some foreplay.

Her new body felt so good. Her skin was so smooth, so sensitive. The slightest touch would make her quiver, and the guy definitely knew how to pleasure his girlfriend. Karen was letting out muffled moans of pleasure as the guy kept teasing her sensitive nipples and fondling her perky breasts, and she jolted as he slipped a finger inside her wet, throbbing pussy. He then turned her around and made her bend over, and Karen smiled with anticipation as she felt his hard cock start to push against her new female parts. It went in easily, sending shiver up her spine to the back of her head, and then he started to hump her faster and faster. No matter how many girls Karen had already possessed, the first time she would have sex in a new body would always feel different, and every single time the pleasure was incredible.

Suddenly the guy grabbed her by the arms, holding them tight behind her back and starting to hump her faster and roughly. It hurt a bit, but it felt so good, and that abruptness was so arousing. “This is new” she thought to herself. Maybe that was the inspiration she was looking for. She immediately started to come up with words to describe the feelings that were going through her head in that moment, even though there are no words in the English dictionary capable of describing how good sex feels for women. Then the first few ideas for a story started to go through her mind. What will it be this time? A body swap? A transformation? A curse? Will it be forced or will the protagonist willingly change? There was no doubt that he would have loved it in the end. Than all those thoughts faded to leave room only to the pleasure, which struck her like a lighting as she started to reach climax.

Perhaps that was the reason why it was becoming so difficult to keep writing caption. After all, what good is writing fiction when you have tried the real deal and have the possibility to do so whenever you want? But nonetheless she would not have quit captioning. Not yet. She felt like that was the right thing to do. She had been blessed with amazing powers, and had the possibility to leave up her wildest dreams. It was only fair that she would at least share her experiences with other people who had the same fantasies. And every like and comment she would get under her works made her feel like she had made the day slightly better for someone else. Maybe one day she would have really quitted and just chose a girl to possess forever to live the life she had always wished for herself. But that was not the day.