Fanfiction Hypnosis Novels & Stories

Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

But hands were turning him, positioning him, and then he was on his stomach again, his ass in the air, two sets of hands spreading him wide. “Wait,” he gasped, understanding dawning. “Wait, you can't—both of you—” “We can,” Finn said, and his voice was dark, hungry, absolute. “And we will.” Something cool touched his entrance. It was more oil. Fyre's fingers pressed in to prepare him further. “He'll need more stretching. Two of us is no small thing.” His fingers worked him open until León's body opened more. He was beyond words now, beyond thought, just a vessel being prepared, being claimed. Draco's cool hand found his cheek, turning his face, and the silent demon's silver eyes held his, of

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

nd some semblance of focus. He tried to pretend he wasn't burning alive every time she walked past him, the scent of her soap and something sweeter, like honeysuckle blooming inthe sum-mer heat, clinging to the air around her like a damn halo. Each breath he took was a reminder, a slow torture. But pretending had stopped working months ago, the charade crumbling with every stolen glance, every brush of skin. He was a goddamn liar to himself ifhe thought he could just switch it o#.

My brain tells me that I don't have much time and I slide my finger toward her clit, rubbing her as I suck her. She shatters, still not screaming as loud as I want. Damn, what will it cost to make her scream? If I have to give her a thousand orgasms to make her do that, I will. Even if I faint afterward, it will be worth it. “Adam, are you listening to me?” My tutor’s voice snaps me out of my forbidden fantasy.

my words come out in a whisper, echoing what he said earlier. “That’s right, Liliana.” His pronunciation of my name makes me quiver with a rush of sensuality. The skin at the top of my thighs tingles. It makes no sense. Nothing does but suddenly, I feel moisture pooling between my thighs and a terrible need to have him inside of me. I want him to kiss me, to strip me naked and part my - Wait…he is hypnotizing me through our mate bond! I blink, his spell breaks and I am suddenly furious with myself.

The book on the table, looking at the title of the book, one would know that it was related to psychotherapy, psychological suggestion of a kind. Mu Zenin frowned, "Ms. Xiao, I don't have time to play dumb riddles with you here." Xiao Wanwan laughed, "Mr. Mu, don't you understand? You've been tricked! Someone hypnotized you, that's why your body isn't working! There used to be many books like this one, Jingjia used to have many of them, she clutched them in her hands and read them every day, and even asked me how to make a man happier!"

"It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't admit when I'm awake." Touched. Fuck. That word sent a jolt through me. I could almost feel her skin under my fingers already, soft and yielding. I cleared my throat to keep my voice steady. "Fascinating. Hypnosis can be a powerful tool for that, you know. It's like unlocking a door you've kept locked for too long. Once it's open, everything flows freely. No holding back." She laughed softly, a nervous sound that made her breasts rise and fall enticingly. "You make it sound so simple. I

She was going to spend sixteen hours of the journey thinking it over. “There is a dream in which a man climbed onto the third floor without special equipment and, whispering mystical nonsense, persuaded me to have sex. Lord, even in my head it sounds crazy, but if you voice it out loud, you can earn a certificate from the hospital. But let's say! Hypnosis and good physical preparation justify everything. If this is not the result of my fantasy, then everything that happened in my "dream" looked a little like coercion, and even more so rape. Unless it's both." Lilya rested her forehead against the seat in front and desperately drove away the obsessive scene: she freed herself from male embrac