99 Novel(s) Related To Erotic Hypnosis Stories

My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away. He traced slow circles over the back of my hand. Light touches. Gentle. But my pulse was racing. I bit my lip, holding back a sound. "Touch yourself," he whispered. "Show me how it feels." My fingers shook, but I moved slowly, slipping my hand beneath my jeans down to my pussy. I started slow. My breathing hitched. I imagined him right there with me, guiding my every move. He kept his hand on mine, grounding me. "You can ask for forgiveness after," he murmured.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

“Jonah— fuck— the eggs—” He turned off the stove. Bent her over the counter. Pushed inside her again from behind. Slow, deep thrusts this time. “Want you to come while you’re making breakfast for me,” he whispered against her ear. “My good girl.” She moaned, pushing back against him. “Baby— you feel so good— I’m yours— fuck—” He reached around and rubbed her clit. She came again, trembling, eggs forgotten on the stove. He pulled out, turned her around, and dropped to his knees. Ate her through the aftershocks, making her come one more time on his tongue.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

he murmurs, his fingertips grazing the skin over my ribcage ever so gently. Eros hovers over me, locking his penetrating azure gaze on me. Our bodies do not touch yet I feel a powerful sensation run through me. Prickly yet pleasurable, just like the feeling I got the first night that Eros's lips brushed my hand. The feeling grows stronger, turning from a prickle to a pulsation, coursing in my veins, kissing every nerve ending in my body. I’m gasping, unable to hold on anymore. The satin comforter rumples and stretches under my desperate grip. Eros's eyes never leave mine, and I am unable to blink and break his hypnotic stare. I want to scream, want to thrash from this sweet agony but I am totally paralyzed in his captivity. And just as I feel as if I can take no more, the pulsing centralizes, leaving my limbs, crawling to a path leading to my sex. It is so overwhelming, so intense, and I call out to God, the Divine Power, and Eros. He still doesn’t touch me, still doesn’t save me as I drown in a pool of pleasure.

Aroused beyond bearing by what Rowena had done, Harriet’s body couldn’t keep still and she heard herself crying out for Lewis to help her, to bring her to the climax that the gel had initiated but was unable to satisfy. Rowena watched her PA as she begged Lewis to do something to help her climax, to touch her on her aching needy clitoris, and her own heart raced at the eroticism of the scene and the knowledge that she had been responsible for bringing Harriet to this state of abandonment. Lewis watched Harriet’s straining body and knew that she would need something special to assuage the burning desire Rowena had aroused in her. Murmuring reassurances to his mistress he slipped out of his clothes and his eyes flicked towards the massage oil standing on his dressing table. Rowena understood what he meant and tiptoed to fetch it. Pouring it into her right hand she lavishly oiled his belly and thighs before letting her hands slide over his straining penis and testicles.

His mouth and cock thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him. I pumped the toy faster and increased its vibrating speed, hips grinding against my hand, wet filthy sounds filling the library. I was so close already, thighs trembling and pussy clenching greedily around nothing. “Dr Hale…” I whispered his name like a prayer. “Please, fuck me senseless.” Just then, behind me, a desk creaked. I froze. The vibrator was still buzzing inside my dripping cunt when I whipped my head around. Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest.

Other than Robin, there was someone else in the room. Robin’s hypnotist. From the looks of it, Robin was preparing for bed. Well, so much fuss just to go to bed… Seeing that he slept quite soundly last night, it was probably due to the lack of sleep for the past 3 nights? As Erika entered, the hypnotist left. Under the warm glow of light above her head, Erika walked over to the bar, sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine, “Go on.” Erika had already prepared a script earlier so she didn’t hesitate and went straight to the point, “I wish to talk about our relationship.”

he whispers. He reaches for a small crystal bottle on the bedside table. I didn't even notice it was there. He pulls the stopper, and the scent of lavender and heavy oil fills the air. He pours the liquid onto his hand and then smears it over my entrance. It’s cold at first, then it begins to tingle and burn. "The libertine’s secret," he grunts, sliding two fingers inside me. The oil makes every movement feel slick and electric. He moves his fingers in a heavy, hooked motion, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes my whole body jump.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Realizing how badly she was behaving, Lila took a quick sip of the tea and apologized. “It’s just that I have no recollection of having sex,” she whimpered. Memories of her vivid sex dreams flooded her brain while tears slid down her cheeks. Were they dreams? Knowing that the vampire had the ability to subdue thoughts through a type of hypnosis that they called ensorcelling, she questioned if they just might have been real. Then, like a slap in the face, she mentally chastised herself for her absurdity. Of course they were real. She was pregnant, wasn’t she?

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw the other students and teacher watching intently. The fat couple were eating some chocolate as they stared. I closed my eyes again as I felt the finger penetrate me. My breasts were cupped from behind as my clitoris was gently rubbed. I let out a moan as the erotic sensation filled me. My cunt slurped with wetness. Two of the hands left me momentarily, I then felt the warmth of a naked body pressed in

I moved my hips experimentally, and a groan ripped from his throat. He began to move. Slow, deep, dragging strokes that rubbed his cock against that incredible spot inside me with every thrust. The cot creaked a frantic rhythm against the stone wall. His pace quickened, turning rough, brutal. He was fucking me now in earnest, his hips slamming into mine, his balls slapping against my ass. The sound of skin on skin, of his grunts and my choked whimpers, filled the sterile room. “Touch your clit,” he ordered, his voice ragged. “Make yourself cum on my cock.”

“Adrian!” Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it. Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled. “Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.” We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1