The amount of time we’ve spent talking about the idea of a body swap, you’d think I’d have written something filthy on the subject by now. It amazes me that the compulsion to do so only hit me recently. But it hit me with force and power, so let’s go. I want to imagine what it would be like if you and I could swap bodies.
Note: I’m cisgender, as is the guy I’m talking about doing a body swap with. I think topics like this could potentially throw up difficult feelings if you’re struggling with dysphoria at the moment so it’s probably worth flagging before we begin, in case this isn’t something you want to read right now.
There’s a list, of course. We’ve been through it so many times. If we swapped bodies for a day, a week, a month… what could we do? Wouldn’t it be awesome for me to bend you over in the kitchen, and slide my dick (your dick, but mine for now) inside the cunt that once belonged to me? How would it feel for me to look down at my own body, now inhabited by you, and see myself from behind? How would it feel for you to finally understand the satisfaction I get when you slide your entire dick – every single thick, hard inch – so deep into my cunt that it bruises my cervix?
Blow jobs are on there, obviously. I’d love for you to know just how challenging it is to swallow the full length of your cock. I’d really like to understand what it feels like for you when the head of your dick hits the back of my throat. More, too, I want to understand the correlation between dick twitches, squirts of spunk, and the waves of pleasure that hit you when you come. How closely aligned are they? How much more of each one could I milk out of you, knowing what I know once I’ve lived inside your body?
It would be the most incredible adventure in understanding each other, wouldn’t it? Like answering the question of whether we both experience the colour ‘blue’ in the same way, but with sensations far more fun than pure visuals. We could feel the exact effects our touches have had on the other person’s body. We could finally settle the question of which of us has the most powerful orgasms. See our own bodies from angles we’ve never been able to before. Hear our own moans and sighs of pleasure first-hand, while we’re fucking.
There are so many possibilities. I want to understand what anal’s like with a prostate. You want to see what it’s like to get fingered. And oh – OH! – all the sex toys I can introduce you to! If you were in my body and I in yours, we’d have to spend at least a full day playing with all the vibes and dildos I have lying around. Maybe I’d blindfold you and tie you to my bed, then press each vibe gently against your (OK, mine, but yours for now) clit, inviting you to guess which one is which. Then rank them in order of how hard each one makes you come.
I’d love to watch you wank in my body. I’d love to see if your technique is similar or different to my own. Would your style still be the same, if you’re in my body? Would you go hard and fast to get yourself off as quickly as possible? Or would you take your time, pausing on the edge so you can pinch your oh-so-sensitive nipples? Will you be surprised by how good it feels when I suck on them while you touch yourself? Will it make you more likely to suck my nipples in the future, now that you know just how powerfully awesome it can be?
Which leads me neatly on to the next big question: when we swap bodies back… when you’re reunited with your cock and I with my cunt… how differently would we fuck then? Is there knowledge we could gather in each other’s bodies that would translate into new ways to fuck when everything returns to normal? Could I take my learnings about getting my dick sucked and use it to become even better at sucking you off? Would you touch me differently, now you have direct experience of how each touch feels to me?
There are so many possibilities. So many things to learn and enjoy and understand. As I ponder it, I find myself genuinely heartbroken to realise that it is not possible. I can never live in your body, as you can never live in mine, and that feels like such a deep shame that I almost grieve it. If we had this superpower, we’d use it so fucking well.
But even though we’ll never get to do it, there’s one thing of which I am certain. If I had your dick and you had my cunt, even if just for an hour, then when we swapped back afterwards I know you would tease me more often. I know this, because recently I had a powerful daydream about this body swap fantasy, and in this daydream, I realised exactly how I’d fuck you.
Body swap: if I had your dick
Let’s not start at the ‘beginning’, when I slide my beautiful, hard dick into your newly-acquired cunt. Because that’s never actually the beginning, is it?
Let’s start earlier. With a kiss.
I were in your body, the first thing I would want to do is press my lips against yours. Except yours are mine now, you’re in my body. I want to know how the substantive tone of a kiss changes when I have fuller lips, like yours. And a beard that might tickle against the edges of it when we press really closely together.
I imagine you might like to understand what it feels like from my perspective, when someone runs their hand up underneath your top, along the smooth skin of your tummy and towards your tits. I want you to know the zip of excitement when they lift the underwire with their fingertips and nudge up into your bra, cupping the warmth of your flesh and your heartbeat and your rapidly-stiffening nipples.
Stiffening. My God. At this point I imagine I’d be twitching into the early stages of an erection. What does it feel like to have blood flooding to your cock? Do you get hotter as you get harder, is there a heat-map-detectable change in the temperature of your crotch as it pumps full and reaches peak firmness? I bet there is. I would love to feel what that’s like. As I’d love to understand the levels of discomfort you might experience when that dick starts to press against the inside of your pants.
Is ‘discomfort’ the right word for this? ‘Frustration’, perhaps? ‘Pain’, even? I wish I knew. If I had your dick, I’d be revelling in learning that, even as I focus on teaching you what it’s like to be me.
I’d suck your nipples, for sure, if you were in my body. Flick my tongue across them and pinch them lightly, kiss all the way around each breast – showing you how good it all feels, every single inch of that flesh a new zone from which to extract shivers of anticipatory pleasure. But even as I do this, I’ll be gleefully aware that the sensations you’re discovering won’t be confined to the places I touch and kiss: every single one of those will resonate in your cunt.
Here’s the thing I want you to understand about my body: the longer you deprive it of the thing it hungers for, the more intense and painful that hunger becomes. From casual twinges to full-on aches and pangs: my cunt will be hurting for your cock.
Your cunt will need my cock.
I think this is what would surprise you most, in a body swap. I’m sure you’ll be delighted to have a pair of tits to play with, and I know you’ll be wowed by the kind of sensations a Doxy can shudder through your clit. But more than anything else, you’ll be amazed by just how desperately my body hurts to be fucked.
That’s why I want to tease you. If we had an hour in each other’s bodies, I wouldn’t get my dick inside you straight away. First I’d lie next to you, on my side, with my right hand free to play. I’d spit on my fingertips and press them to the left-hand side of your clit (consider this a note in the manual of My Body: the left-hand side of the clit is most sensitive). I’d press there, and start moving very very gently. Wet fingertips, never dry – you know this but others might not. I’d move my fingers very slowly and gently, as I kissed your neck just under the jawline or behind the ear. The places that make me most shivery, when I inhabit that body. I would tell you how wet you are, let you touch yourself too so you can see.
I wonder if perhaps you won’t recognise the sensation of getting wet, because it will be the first time you have been inside a body that processes arousal in that way. For the very first time you’ll be feeling the tingle of cuntjuice as it starts to coat your labia. It’s thrilling to consider how this might land with you: freshly inducted into the group of people who know what it’s like to understand that you’re turned on, but not know exactly how drenched you are till you put a hand down and realise – with a horny kind of pride – that you’re dripping… fucking… everywhere.
Next, I would very precisely and deliberately not finger your cunt. I’d run the tips around it, of course. Now that they’re wet enough from the juice you’ve been seeping, you filthy fucking slut, I would run my forefingers up and down your slit until your eyes grow wide and you’re humping upwards, physically begging me to put them in.
I will not put them in.
I’ll put them into your mouth and make you taste yourself, but your aching cunt will remain unfucked. For now.
I might ask you how it feels. Might make you tell me what it is you are hurting for. You’ll know, I promise. I’m sure there’ll be many things about my body that are alien to you: the fact that you’re inhabiting someone with softer flesh and no beard and long hair and tattoos that startle you when you catch them on your skin out of the corner of your eye; the aches and pains I have that are different to the ones in your body; the uncanny sound of my voice coming from your head when you moan and sigh. It will all feel confusing and hard to comprehend – like a tune that you know off by heart being sung in a different key. But there’s one sensation I know you’ll be able to place without doubt: the urgency of needing to get fucked.
When I can be certain that you’re aching for it, when you need it enough to beg me, that’s when I’ll kneel between your legs. Make you pull them back, folding your body in half the way you fold me when you want to get it deep. I’ll nudge you into that humiliating, submissive, wantonly slutty position and I’ll grip my cock in my hand and make you look at it before I slide it inside.
Just typing the words ‘my cock’ makes me wet right now. Considering the weight and heft of your cock in the palm of my hand. Picturing how it might be to exist in your body, squeezing that cock nice and tight. Understanding exactly what you mean when you’ve taught me in the past how to touch it: clutching just beneath the ridge of the head, gently tugging upwards so the ring of my fingers rubs past the peak of it.
And balls, holy shit. I would love to know how it feels to have balls. In the past, I’ve spent time playing with them to varying degrees, and pretty much every person whose balls I have toyed with has had very specific ideas about exactly how, and how much, I should do that. Some men have told me in no uncertain terms that ‘there’s nothing really sexy about the balls, don’t bother’, while others have told me I’m sleeping on pleasurable possibilities if I don’t try to take both in my mouth and suck on them during a blow job. Most men I’ve been with have had an opinion on balls, and weirdly they all think their own opinion is actually universal, but it’s not. I specifically want to know your bodily experience of having balls, so I can do exactly what feels good the next time I’m touching them.
I will hold my balls in one hand, squeeze them gently so I can feel what that’s like. Then I will take my proud, now rock-solid dick, and pull back the foreskin so the exposed head is right up against your cunt. It will be hard for me to be this restrained, so desperate am I to know what it’s like to slide such a sensitive part of my body inside someone else’s. The warmth of a cunt has to be pretty exceptional. The tightness of the entrance, I bet that feels pretty damn good. The wetness of a cunt… hmm… that’s nice, is it? I know you think so, but I’m not sure I properly get it. I’m very excited to try.
But not yet.
First, I want to make you hurt for it more. I know by this point you’ll be itching to have me inside you. Maybe even whimpering and begging, the way I do when I’m in that writhing, hurting body. Maybe you’ll arch your back as I tease the tip of my dick up and down the slit between your cunt lips. Maybe you’ll even ask for it directly, trying on the phrase ‘Put it in me’ with your brand new mouth.
Maybe you’ll get petulant:
“Just fuck me.”
Perhaps you’ll be really polite:
“Please please fuck me.”
Maybe it will startle you to hear yourself beg, but you definitely will. I will tease you with the head of my dick until I have made you so thoroughly, utterly aware of how needy your cunt is that it will feel outright cruel for me not to enter you.
Before I let you in on the satisfaction of being full, I want you to truly know how it hurts to be empty.
How much your cunt longs to clench around something. How denial of that gratification resonates so deeply through your body that it feels almost outrageous, like injustice. Like heartbreak. Like grief. I want you to comprehend the way I feel in the seconds before you plunge it in, so I will draw those seconds out for as long as it takes to see the flash of recognition in your eyes: that dawning realisation of how I have felt, each and every time, when you kneel over me with your fat dick in hand, my body pulsing to be split with it, yearning and keening for you to please just get it in put it in fucking do it fuck me please fuck me.
When you are good and ready, by which I mean ‘angry and desperate’, then and only then will I let you in on the secret of the very best thing of all: the sensation of something hard yet human, solid but warm, simultaneously pleasure-giving and pleasure-taking… sliding… millimetre by millimetre… into your clutching wet cunt.
This is one of my favourite things I’ve written – if you’d like to hear me read it aloud, with all the glee and delight that produced, check out the preview of ‘body swap’ that I read for Patreons at the end of last month. Lowest tier is $2/£2 per month, or get a discount on an annual sub so it’s around £20/$20 per year.