He opened it and was surprised to find a card that said, " Roses are red, violets are blue.
Here's a gift just for you.
It said in a sweet, voluptuous, suggestive tone: " Think of a woman you would love to spend Valentine's Day with, and I will make it possible.
Immediately, he found himself inside her body, moaning and with pleasure as his father gave his mother her Valentine's Day present, which made him squirm and feel sexual satisfaction like he had never felt before.
When his father came inside of him with a moan and a grunt, his mother's body jerked, shook, and vibrated with sexual satisfaction.
Lying there staring at the ceiling with his Dad's cum dripping out from between his legs, he said to himself I wish I were back in my body now.
He guessed the necklace had given him the ability to slip into somebody else's body and wear it like a suit to see, feel, and experience what they did.
He had just felt his Mother orgasm to his Dad cocks, which made him shudder and shake as he tried to forget about how great it made him feel.
There were so many women out there that he would love to be inside their bodies, to play with what they had hidden beneath their clothes.
She had big tits and a gorgeous body, a wealthy husband, which meant he could sit around the pool all day doing nothing.
Her body was completely different to his mother's, not just in look but in feel; it felt more fake, more artificial, but the sexual desire was the same.
I stayed in her body for a couple of days, living her wealthy life, making love to whoever I wanted to, until her husband came home, and then I decided to go back to my own body.
It was good I went back when I did, because my body wasn't doing well without my consciousness inside it.
I made a mental note that two days would be the max I would spend in anyone else's body without neglecting my own.
I did this to indulge in plenty of meaningless sex and to experience the thrill and sexual rush that came with exposing her body to men.
Little did I know that maintaining her body would be high maintenance and that the men would be demanding.
In the past two days, amidst all the sexual encounters and various locations, including back seats of cars, the necklace must have come off somewhere.
There was also a heart-shaped necklace.
He fastened it around his neck and felt the strangest tingling through his body.
He heard a voice whispering in his head.
For some reason, his mother popped into his head.
He found himself back at home, lying on the floor with the necklace around his neck.
Over the next two days, he was trying to think of who to be next.
The second person he decided to try out was my mum's best friend, Michelle.
Her body craved attention, touch, feel, and love.
Even though her husband was away on a business trip, she needed affection.
The pool boy, who was the only one around, so he screwed my brains out on a lounger.
It would lie in the bed where I left it, looking grey.
I could not believe how weak and hungry and thirsty I felt back inside my own body.
The third body I took over was that of a local stripper and prostitute.
After just two days in her body, I felt relieved to be going back to my own.
However, I was faced with a problem: I couldn't find the necklace I had worn.
Now, I was trapped in this body while my own body was dying at home.
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