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Karma Is A Bitch


Karma

I had been rushed to the hospital today for medical issues that I had for years. Unfortunately for me at this point they were very dire an I had to be rushed into the OR. I was non to happy as my body rises to the ceiling an I come to terms that I died.

I see a blinding light as my body Is pulled toward it.I wake up later in a heavenly area as I am floating over another dead body. My body is now being plunged down as the body begins to glow and I am sunk into it. I wake up in the new body as I look around the room an into the mirror.

“What on earth why am I in Jacks body?” I say. The doctors explain that I am lucky after the massive car accident I had. Jack must of died today on the table as it came back to me. In a flash I saw he was the driver that hit me an cause my medical issue. Karma was a bitch because I was now in control of his body.

I walk out as I see my family finally crying an I feel awful about it. I am starting to turn back before I head out: I change my mind as I head back to my place an try to move my things into Jacks place. I sift through his clothes as put on his leather jacket.

I smile in the mirror as I check myself out in all my own glory. I head out the front door an out of the complex. I felt so good as I hit a fetish bar an started eyeing any future pray. A young guy kept eye contact with me and I wanted him to badly. He was hot asian guy in his twenties. I look in his eye an slowly begin to induce trance on him.

“Now that you know who I am an what I really want out of this. You must make piece with my past am present now. Surrender your mind, body an soul to me forever.” I say to him. He looks no different as he waits for my orders an follows me back to my place. He is my slave inside and out with no questions asked.

I felt great as I push him onto the bed and rip off his clothes in a fast motion. He climbs on top of me as he worships my body head to toe.

He lives for the smell my body has produces for ages and he wants more of me. I can see it in his eyes they are empty of any originality an void of independence.

The end .

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