Novel & Cerita Erotic Mind Control Stories

He gripped the desk edge hard. "You're killing me" he said low. "Good" I answered then went back to slow licks. I kept this up for a long time. I would suck hard and deep until he was right there then pull off and blow cool air on his wet cock. Or I would stroke fast with both hands and stop just before he came. My jaw got tired but I loved having control. He tried to thrust up into my mouth a few times but I held his hips down. At one point I wrapped my hand around the base tight to stop him from coming. I sucked the head hard and flicked my tongue fast. He moaned louder and his legs shook.

The memory of last night’s mistake made me tremble. He rocked slowly, holding my hips tight. “Imagine if I just pushed in right now,” he whispered. “Filling you up completely. Would you scream my name?” I moaned and pushed back against him. He slapped my ass lightly. “Answer me.” “Yes,” I admitted. “I would.” He continued the slow rocking, keeping me right on the edge. Time seemed to stop. My mind felt fuzzy with need. I forgot about everything except his body and his control. Finally, he pulled me back against his chest. One strong arm wrapped around my waist. The other hand went between my legs and rubbed my clit fast.

Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Uncontrollable shivers. Fingers slid deeper, parting walls. "Oh yeah... harder... add another!" Hollered whisper. He pumped three now, stretching sore pussy. "Dirty girl three fingers for brother's anytime hole. Love the pain? Beg for cock again." "Yes, fuck more!" Another small climax, body trembling. He chuckled, pulling fingers out, making me suck them clean tasting us mixed. "Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you."

Or rather, she talked. She told him pieces—how long she’d been doing this, how it worked, how most guys never noticed the difference between great sex and having part of their soul sucked out. She left out the worst parts. The bodies she’d left behind in the early years before she learned control. The emptiness that came after. Marcus listened without interrupting. When she finally ran out of words he reached across the table and took her hand. “So what happens if you don’t… feed?” “I get weak. Sick. Eventually I lose control and take too much from whoever’s closest.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t want that to be you.”

My mind was foggy and my thoughts were jumbled, making it difficult for me to form a coherent response. "Don't worry about her," she said, squeezing my left hand on her nipple. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I felt like I was trapped in my own body, unable to defend myself or explain what had happened. Erika's touch seemed to have a hypnotic effect on me. I couldn't look away from her, as if her gaze had me under a spell. She seemed to be in control of the situation, while I was powerless to do anything but sit there, frozen.

But her mind was elsewhere—tracking the IP silently behind the scenes, every keystroke logged, every ping echoing in the back of her mind. Then came another comment. “Prove you're still in control. Show them what darkness tastes like.” The words wrapped around her like silk soaked in gasoline. Domica leaned into the mic, slow and deliberate. “Oh darling,” she cooed, “you think I’ve lost control? Watch closely. The night’s just begun.” [INSERT PLACEHOLDER FOR SUGGESTIVE POWER MOVE / EROTIC PLAY] But her eyes never left the chat box. She watched the symbol vanish… then reappear.

For a moment the power was entirely hers again , she set the pace, the depth, how much of his young cock she took. But she was quickly losing control. Her breathing grew ragged. She leaned forward, whispering filthy promises against his ear: “You like hiding under your teacher’s desk like a dirty secret? Like eating my pussy while I try to sound professional?” Each word made her ride him faster. Ethan gripped her ass, guiding her down harder onto him.

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

Essence's POV: continued “Oh fuck! Shit I’m about to cum already. What the hell you doing to me, shit I'm cumming! Uuuhhh fuck I'm cumming!” Syncere said as he watched me drain him making his knees buckle. I loved seeing him trying to control his orgasms with me. I would tell him the secret is, you can only hold your orgasm when you're only physically attracted to someone, but when you have someone who can stimulate your body and mind along with the visuals all done simultaneously, those orgasms are more uncontrollable and more intense.

Thought after thought of Cole fucking me or touching me kept invading my mind. ‘Enjoying those thoughts?’ He suddenly asked, bringing me back to reality. ‘What.. was that?’ He took a few steps forward, smirking. ‘Vampires have powers, mine just happen to be mind control’. ‘Mind control? Like.. Can you make me do things I don’t want to do?’ Nodded, his smirk grew. ‘Yep. I can read your thoughts, make you do things you don't want, make you forget things.. Make you think things, Invade your dreams... Your head can basically be my own personal playground.’ I definitely didn’t like the thought of that.