Erotic Hypnosis Stories Novels & 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.

“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.”

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

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 to

The wet squelch got louder every time I pushed in deep. "Zane… I’m close," I gasped, my legs already shaking. "Tell me to cum." "Cum for me, baby, Squirt all over those fingers while I watch." My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. I rubbed my clit fast until my whole body jerked and I came, moaning loud while fresh cream gushed out and soaked the sheets. On the screen... Zane’s cock twitched and he stroked faster, chasing his own organsm.

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 cl

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.

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.