Genital swap Stories

“Are you sure about this, London?” I asked incredulously, looking down at the dimly lit candle that flickered silently between our bodies. She reached across the gap separating us, gently grasping my forearm. When her soft fingertips brushed up against me, my gaze shot upwards, catching hers. “Only of you want to…” she said longingly, her dark brown eyes gazing fixedly into mine. London was a friend of mine. We’d met onli...

In the days of the First People’s Republic, there were two friends. I say friends – but actually, they lived a long way apart. One lived in the great city of Bilbao, by the banks of the Mississippi. A proletarian under the rule of the Republic, he laboured all day in the stockyards. The other lived in a farmhouse atop a hill halfway between Szechwan and Surabaya. A peasant in the lands of the Grand Duke, she tilled the ea...