Phases of the Honeymoon

By Blair Buford

While making love on the first night of their honeymoon at an island resort, Steven discovers something strange about his new wife Carla. It’s not her assertiveness, nor the fact he feels safe in her big, strong arms - those were the reasons he loved her. Why he married her.

No. He’s wondering why it feels like something’s growing between her legs. Something hot and hard that’s pushing back against his manhood. Something plunging into his new, wet, and wanting orifice—

From Blair Buford, author of “The Sexymorphosis” and “Becoming Beautiful,” comes “Phases of The Honeymoon” - a new tale of love, lust, and gender-swapping magic!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blair Buford
• Release date: Jan 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310193729

Blair Buford

My name is Blair Buford. It isn’t a man’s name, nor that of a woman. It is that of a human who knows that gender is a choice. I dream of a world where sex is a choice as well, one where men and women alike can both experience how the other half lives for as long as they desire, free to know each other’s pleasure. I write in order to make known to the world that no one should fear what makes them happy.

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Phases of the Honeymoon

By Blair Buford

Copyright 2014 Blair Buford

Smashwords Edition

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This is a work of adult fiction which contains explicit sexual descriptions of gender swap transformations. It is not for readers who are under 18. This eBook is not to be republished, in whole or in part, without the author’s express written consent. The digital file is not to be shared with others for any reason. If you have any questions, please contact me at [e-mail]. Thank you and enjoy your story.

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EXCERPT

She sucks my little nub, then stares at me. She smiles, then closes her eyes, letting her lips and tongue slither over my wet little cunt. My hips ache to stay around her shoulders, but soon the position feels more natural, more comfortable. My butt feels larger, heavier. Her fingers sink into each swollen shape, and I feel my cunt pull apart like a rose, oozing more fresh nectar for her to drink up eagerly. But no matter how much she drinks, more juice seeps out of me. And, gradually, I feel something else building inside me.

She licks and licks. It builds and builds. I cry louder and louder, my muscles pulling and pushing, forcing the energy lower, trying to find a place to escape. I bite my index finger, then feel a sharp pain when I bite too hard. And when Carla’s tongue shoves deep inside my folds, the tip flicks my trigger.

"Ohh-huh—ahh!"

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STORY

When the keycard finally works, Carla picks me up, then knocks the door open with her knee. She kisses me, holds me