Erotic Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

" Eric was still thinking about the naked Ayna hammering loudly against the hotel room door outside, and he fought against my grip to free himself and get off the bed. I just grinned slyly and smothered his nose and mouth with a drugged handkerchief. At once, his eyes glazed over, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the bed. A short while later, Eric's heavy breathing and moaning filled the room, and Ayna was extremely furious when she heard it. "Melody Hartman! I was Eric's childhood sweetheart from the very start! You would never even have been his wife if you had never hypnotized Mr. Morgan Senior in the first place!

Suddenly, the image of us both naked under the mercy of a shower zoom into my head and blind my vision. I imagined him grabbing my bust and applying some rough massage on them. I see him bringing his mouth closer to my napes, he planted a light kiss and I shrieked under his hold, he was over my shoulder. I saw him sucking on my napes while his finger continue it assaults on my sensitive spot and I jerk fro and to in pleasure but his grips on me was strong. I imagined the whole enjoyment in the whole of my head. When I will raise my gaze up he was already all over me his hands wrapped over my chest. Then it dawned on me that he was trying to hypnotize me, he was getting into my head, into my

Josh’s rough, “Come for us again.” My fingers curled inside, hitting that spot over and over, thumb flicking faster. The coil snapped hard, blinding. I came with a choked moan, body convulsing, thighs clamping around my hand as waves of ecstasy rolled through me, leaving me trembling, breathless, slick coating my fingers and the inside of my thighs. I lay there for long minutes, chest heaving, the TV droning on with the next scene. My body trembled, sated but still aching for more. The real thing. Them. Not just memories.

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

It's as if my whole future flashed before me in his ocean blue eyes --a picture of an old version of us surrounded by happiness. -"Promise me." His voice breaks me free from his hypnosis. - "I-I promise." My voice comes out shaky. - "Good. And don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." He kisses my forehead, siphoning the strength out of my legs. His scent has something within me, trying to crawl to the surface. Everything seems to have a blurred filter on, making it seem so exotic. My eyes travel through his messy stubble, to the tight white t-shirt around his biceps and pectorals muscles, down the grey sweatpants' laces dangling in front of his man bulge. Such a pleasant view has my nipples

"He said. At that time, he was involved in a game of pleasure and lust, in which at that time, he raised the robotic tentacles and that greenish penis wrapped in tentacles, and at that time the energy that was released from his previous orgasm that was released and he it was high and that tentacular cock fucked him. Being that he was consumed with need and that sensation that spread around and paralyzing his whole body and around him he felt the heat of the flames and the aura around, in which at that time the light consumed and left everyone hot and paralyzed. So, they fell asleep the ship stopped releasing energy all the parademons now fell like flies on the ground paralyzed they were havi

He knelt behind her and began the slow, torturous edging. Long, lazy licks from her clit all the way back to her tight asshole — ten full strokes that never gave her the pressure she needed. The wet sounds of his tongue mixed with the distant howl of wolves. By the tenth lick her hips were twitching uselessly against the ropes. By the twentieth she was whimpering, thighs trembling, the cool stone against her cheek doing nothing to calm the fire between her legs.

I bet it would only be a few minutes before she started panting the way she always did before she started screaming my name. I already could to imagine as she it would be beautiful of that angle. And it would be so easy to move her back so that her pulsing pussy was on top of my cock. My hands unconsciously squeezed his hips, preparing to give him another orgasm. “ Vidar?” Rarity asked me, her calm voice snapping me out of it. any hypnosis induced for the lust in what I he was. Jesus Christ, I was going crazy. My eyes fixed on hers. My wolf was clawing at the walls of my subconscious, snorting and growling with impatience and anger.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."