Hypnosis Fanfic Novels & Stories

She knew that if she succumbed to Orga and this woman, she would likely never see him again. Shaking her head fervently, Arabella fought against the enchanting voice, determined to break free from its hold. "No, I refuse to follow you!" her voice rang out, filled with unwavering determination. "Unless Blaze is by my side, I won't go anywhere with you!" In an instant, she abruptly stopped as the hypnosis lost its grip on her. The woman's smirk faded, replaced by a curious expression. She tilted her head slightly, studying Arabella as if she were an intriguing puzzle to be solved.

Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction. __________________________________ ’YN’s butt hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping her lips as Kai lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the edge. His dark eyes burned into hers, full of hunger as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

I whispered, and then I buried myself inside her. She was so tight, the sensation almost too much to bear. I set a hard, rhythmic pace, my body working to find that perfect point of no return. I reached down, my thumb finding her center, working in tandem with every thrust. Zia’s back arched off the bed, her voice rising in a scream that was my favorite sound in the world. "I love you! Clay, I love you!" The sound of her climaxing triggered my own. I followed her over, my vision blurring as I came, every muscle in my body locking tight before I finally collapsed against her.

And I lost it totally. I cupped her breasts, my mouth closing around her like I was starving — not for her, but for escape. She arched into me, a breathless moan slipping from her throat. A wicked smile curled her lips. But all I saw was Ayla. Her face. Her mouth. Her scent. My mind kept twisting the fantasy into something I could live with. “I miss this, Cade,” Maerina moaned. “You know how to handle me.” I grunted, jaw clenched. I wasn’t present — not truly.

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.

His breath. My pulse climbing. My body remembered last night far too clearly. Maybe the cabinet was too small. Maybe the air was too thin. But both of us were breathing too fast. Another loud bang. I thought the monster NPC had found us. Every muscle in my body locked tight. But instead of chainsaw noise, a dramatic, overly sweet female voice floated in. “What if they find us?”

I never had to deal with these awful spasms because Hendrick and I- He tries to move but I tighten my grip on his wrists, "Alora, you need to—” "Shut up," I can barely hear myself over my thundering heartbeat. My mind feels fuzzy, like I've just pound back a bottle of scotch or chain- smoked a pack of cigarettes. I can't shake off the addictive poison the Heat is hypnotizing me with. My hands move from his wrist to the buckle of his jeans. He grabs my fingers, "Alora, you said-"

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.

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