Phil’s new possession powers are addictive and he starts trying to change his best friend to suit his needs. Though he finds that Annie has more willpower than his first target in Friends With Benefits 3.

The jade skull has already rewritten one life. Now Phil wants to rewrite two.

When Phil and Annie first discovered the skull’s power of possession and mind control, they used it together, two outcasts taking delicious revenge on Kylie, the gorgeous blonde cheerleader who had spent years making their lives miserable. The results exceeded every fantasy. The cruel, untouchable Kylie is now Annie’s devoted girlfriend and Phil’s most willing secret. Compliant. Eager. Endlessly moldable.

But possession and mind control has a way of making a person hungry for more.

Phil watches Annie and Kylie together and feels something shift inside him. Annie loves him like a friend. Trusts him completely. Has no idea that his ambitions have quietly expanded. What if the jade skull could give him everything? Both women at his beck and call, their desires reshaped around his own?

Kylie was easy. Bitchy but hollow where her confidence once lived, she bent like warm wax under possession and mind control. Annie is something else entirely. Strong-willed, sharp, and stubbornly herself, she resists in ways Kylie never did. Phil can slip into her mind but he cannot hold the controls. His suggestions dissolve. His commands fade. She surfaces every time, completely unaware of the invisible war being fought inside her own head.

Still, Phil is patient. And patient pressure leaves marks.

Little by little, Annie grows bolder. Posting more, hiding less, her boundaries softening in ways she attributes to Kylie’s influence. She has no idea the real influence is Phil, watching from inside, savoring every moment of her intimate life while quietly tightening his grip.

Friends With Benefits 3 is the scorching continuation of the series that explores the darkest edges of possession and mind control, obsession, and the terrifying intimacy of knowing someone from the inside out.

Some friendships come with very dangerous benefits.

Annie

I’m not strictly supposed to be on the grounds of my old high school at all, but I’m dating Kylie now so I guess I’m her guest. I sit on the bleachers, flipping through my phone to follow up on the latest from my online friends about their exploits investigating the occult and occasionally sipping water from my water bottle. I’m even more interested in their investigations now that I’ve found something that is truly supernatural. If the skull is real, what else is real?

Kylie is down on the field, coaching the cheerleading squad. I look up every now and then to watch her. Her blonde ponytail bounces as she demonstrates the moves, long leg kicking into the air. She’s so limber. So sexy.

It’s still so strange to me that Kylie is my girlfriend. Up until recently she hated me. That is, when she thought about me at all. Then Phil found that little jade skull that lets us possess people without their knowledge and change their minds from the inside. We used it on Kylie, Phil possessing her and making her worship me before the two of us used our newfound control over her to start making her show off online. Mostly softcore erotica. Topless pics. Feet pics. A little bit of cosplay.

It’s brought in some extra money for her so it’s not like we’re taking total advantage. Then Phil and I had a fight about the skull and I swore off using it at all, trusting that Phil would do the right thing. But I’m beginning to have second thoughts. That instant decision to cede the skull to Phil seems a little hasty. And then I—god, I cringe whenever I recall this—I touched myself while talking about Phil. It felt good in the moment but that feeling faded overnight and now I just feel…blegh. Kind of awkward, to be honest. Like having a sex dream about my best friend, only I was completely awake.

But the skull did give me Kylie. And when she kisses me and makes me all gooey inside, it’s hard to say manipulating her has been a bad thing. She truly loves me now, even if it did take a little magical persuasion.

And, I can’t even believe it, but I think I’m actually falling for her. At first it was just a good revenge fuck, watching her dive between my legs and devour me to orgasm. But the more we hang out the more I like her. Probably why I’m sitting on the rock-hard bleachers letting my ass get cold just so I can be near her.

I reach for my water bottle and take another sip. Mid-sip I choke and splutter, sending water down my front as I sit up suddenly. I blink rapidly and glance around as if I’m trying to figure out where I am but really just looking around to see if anyone saw me make a mess of myself.

I rise impulsively, tired of sitting here, and carefully make my way down the bleachers. I’m a little ungainly. Slightly off-balance. Probably because my butt’s a little numb from the bleachers. Kylie glances my way and gives me a little wave. I wave back but don’t stop. We’ll meet up later. I’ll text her to let her know where I’m going once I figure that out myself.

I wander down to the Main Street shopping mall. It’s one of those outdoors things, rows of old, red brick shops filled with cafes and nightclubs and boutiques all lining a pedestrianized street. My eyes dart here and there, watching people come and go. I feel like I’m evaluating them for some unknown purpose. Just restless, I guess.

I stop into the little coffee shop that Phil always insists we go to whenever we’re down here so he can get one of their cinnamon buns. They’re too sweet for me. I don’t even know why I’m here.

I march up to the counter and ask for a cinnamon bun, realizing after the fact that Phil’s cravings must have rubbed off on me. The waitress hands it to me in a wax paper bag. My mouth is already salivating before the first bite and I sink my teeth into it. It’s soft and buttery and way too sweet but I chew slowly and moan appreciatively just like Phil would have done if he were here.

Returning to the street, I resume my aimless searching as I devour the cinnamon bun too quickly. I’m always making fun of Phil for gulping down his food and now here I am doing the same. I lick my fingers and toss the bag into a nearby garbage can.

I pause in front of a clothing store. The window display holds a mannequin wearing a sheer dress that clings to her form and shows off way too much skin for my taste. Not my thing. More like Kylie’s. Or what Phil has made Kylie want to dress in, anyway.

Still, I go inside the boutique. Maybe I’ll find Kylie’s next outfit. Flicking through the racks, everything I find is way too sexy for me. Sheer or tight or low cut or short. I’m accosted by a saleslady and I want to just silently leave but something keeps me in place.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asks cheerfully.

I speak before I even know what I’m going to say. “What do you think my size is?”

I decide I’m testing her to see what kind of bias she has. She looks me up and down and then finds a sheer white sheath-style dress in the appropriate size, holding it up to me. It’s flimsy and tiny but she insists it will fit. I take it and go to the change rooms in the back.

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A mother and son accidentally swap bodies and have to learn to understand each other in order to swap back in Freaking Friday.

What if the universe decided to solve your problems the hard way?

Freaking Friday is a sizzling, adults-only erotic take on the classic story Freaky Friday, but with a mother and son body swap.

Rebecca is a curvy, warm-hearted single mom with a career she loves and a love life she has quietly given up on. Her son Colin is a smart, directionless college student on the verge of throwing his future away. The two of them can barely share a breakfast table without an argument erupting. They love each other deeply and understand each other not at all.

Then fate intervenes.

One ordinary morning, Colin wakes up in his mother’s soft, familiar – and suddenly enticing – curves. Rebecca opens her eyes inside the lean, restless body of her twenty-year-old son. No explanation. No instructions. Just the jarring, intimate reality of living inside someone else’s skin.

Colin must navigate his mother’s world. Her job, her friendships, and the quietly persistent coworker who has been flirting with Rebecca for months and clearly wants to take things further. Rebecca steps into Colin’s life and finds herself face to face with the girl he has been too shy to pursue, now counting on her to make the move he never could.

Each of them is determined to do right by the other. But inhabiting a new body comes with unexpected discoveries about desire, about pleasure, and about the surprising joy of experiencing the world from a completely different perspective.

The mother and son body swap that was meant to teach them empathy ends up teaching them something far more intimate.

Colin

Loud banging on my bedroom door startles me awake.

“Get up, Colin,” my mom calls from the hallway. “You’re going to be late for class.”

How does she keep track of my course schedule?

She keeps knocking on the door until I call out in a scratchy morning voice, “Okay, I’m awake! Jesus.”

Finally, some fucking silence. I blink awake slowly. There’s a crick in my neck from where I’ve fallen asleep half-sitting up but slumped against my headboard. My video game controller is still in my hand from the night before, the game paused at a dialogue screen. My mouth tastes gross and I don’t think I brushed my teeth last night. I’m still wearing yesterday’s shirt. My laptop is propped open on the bed and when I open it to start browsing, the porn video from yesterday begins to autoplay. A woman loudly moans before I can shut the window. I hope mom didn’t hear it.

I rise and stretch, my shoulders popping, before schlumping to the bathroom. I’m desperately in need of a haircut. My normally short hair is spilling down over my ears but not in a stylish way. I haven’t shaved in a week, hoping that the ragged patches of scruff will somehow come together in a way that makes me look rugged rather than homeless. No luck so far.

I go through my short routine. Toothbrush. Deodorant. Comb through my hair. Good enough.

Returning to my bedroom, I step over the detritus on the floor. Mom hates the state of my room and makes me clean up on a weekly basis. I don’t see why I should when no one ever comes here but me? She’s constantly exhorting me to put some effort into useless things like that.

I bend to swipe my favorite shirt off the floor—the black one with the cool concentric electric blue design—but I remember that this morning is one of my two classes with Morgan. I’ve been crushing on her all semester and I think we’ve been flirting but I’m too nervous to confirm by asking her out. Instead, I crack jokes and try to read any hints in her body language or how she speaks to me, hoping she’ll touch my arm in a way that lets me know she’s into me, or say something subtle like ‘I’m really into you’. Morgan has featured in more than a few of my fantasies.

Mom’s washed my laundry but I’ve just left it in the basket on my bedroom floor. Now I dig through for an outfit. A better tee shirt. Clean jeans.

My mom is already in the kitchen when I get downstairs. She’s dressed for work in her familiar outfit of a black skirt and white button-down top, the top button open to allow a hint of her—shudder—cleavage. Her high-protein cottage cheese and fruit bowl is already prepared. She’s always on some diet or other. Constantly battling her weight, though to me it doesn’t seem like she’s fat. Full figured, sure. Butto the extent that I think about her shape at all—which is never—she just seems…mom-figured.

I loom over her from behind, still half asleep, while she opens the fridge and hands me the milk without a word. Even with her heels on I’m a good foot taller than her.

I pour myself a bowl of cereal with milk and slouch at the table. Mom sips her coffee and does that thing where she hovers in the kitchen, debating how to tell me something to which I may react poorly to. I tense involuntarily.

“Did you fall asleep playing video games again?” Mom asks in a tone that suggests she’s joking-but-not-really.

“Yes.”

She sighs. “If you’re going to be serious about your classes you need to get a good night’s sleep.”

Here we go.

“I’m fine, mom.” Even as I say it I feel like a kid instead of a twenty year old.

“It’s just that these classes are expensive and if you’re not going to focus then you should save the money and find something else to do.”

“I’m doing fine,” I say. And I am. C’s are fine.

“Do you want to stay in college? Or are you just putting off adulthood for a few more years?”

It’s a good question. It’s what dad would have wanted me to do but is it what I want to do? What makes me so irritated is that mom might be right. I don’t know. Certainly my motivation for today is to see Morgan.

“Can we talk about this later?” I say, putting my bowl in the sink and grabbing my backpack.

“It’s always later,” she sighs.

“I’m about to go to class.”

“I just think we should have this talk soon.”

“We can have it the same time we have the talk about your boyfriend.”

“My boyfriend?”

“Jason.”

She blushes to the tip of her nose. A total tell. “We’re just work friends.”

“You talk about him a lot for just being work friends. Look, I don’t have anything against him but I’m a little old for a father figure.”

“Jason and I are just friends,” she repeats.

Now I’ve got her on the back foot and the conversation is no longer about me.

“Uh huh. What kind of benefits go with that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know…” I make a series of random noises and finger gestures.”

She huffs. “We’re going to talk about this sooner or later.”

“Great, I choose later. Bye.” I hurry out the door and to the bus stop.

Living off campus with mom saves a lot of money but it means a thirty minute bus ride. I think I’m the only student in the whole university who still lives with their parents. That’s what it feels like, anyway.

The bus ride gives me plenty of time to catch up on the videos I missed overnight. It’s only when the bus deposits me at the edge of campus that I realize I should have finished my essay. I hurry to the lecture hall, plop down on a seat, pull out my laptop and hastily dash off a thousand words as other students file in. Writing is one of the few things that has always come easily to me. So easy it takes almost no effort. Maybe why I enjoy it.

As I hit send—seconds before the deadline—a voice to my right pipes up.

“Cutting it a little close there, Colin.”

My entire body blossoms with warmth. I smile up at Morgan. Jesus, she’s adorable. A perfect face. Soft nose. Piercing jade green eyes. Long, brunette hair spilling down her shoulders. Gentle lips. I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips.

“I like to live on the edge,” I smirk, playing it cool even while every part of me aches for her.

She smiles. That gorgeous, perfect smile. A hint of white teeth. The little dimples.

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