Hypnosis Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“I can’t help him. He must have a mental illness. We’ll have to look for a psychiatrist.” After the psychiatrist came over, he also shook his head. He had no idea what to do, and he couldn’t figure out the cause of the symptom either. None of them would’ve known that this was the result of Alex’s deep hypnosis on Michael. Last time, he hypnotized Tristan Coleman to eat 250 grams of mud every hour. However, due to how urgently the hypnosis was done this time, Alex hypnotized Michael by telling him to think of trees as the Fairy Doctor and to cozy up to it once every hour.

"You deserve to know the direction things will take from now on." I'm not sure if she can see, her eyes are swollen, bruised, and bleeding heavily. I look to the side and see Nicollas unconscious with a bleeding nose. What a pathetic scene. It was easier than I thought. This disgusting lot will serve me, and to make it even better, Deniel will be mine. Together, we will dominate this cursed race. He may not want me now, but the hypnosis potion I prepared will serve my purpose of keeping him by my side and making him take me as his wife.

His hands gripped my calf, pulling my foot closer, and I could see the bulge growing in his pants, straining against the zipper. God, he was getting into it, the hypnosis weaving its magic, turning him into my eager slave. My mind swirled with filthy urges, wanting to grind against his face already, but I held back, savoring the slow burn. "That's perfect, David. You love this, don't you? Tasting your therapist's feet, making me feel good. Now, the other one. Suck harder. Make me wet with your mouth."

“I'm already late for my meeting. Think of this no more, child” I start to feel dizzy after I stare deep to her glowy eyes, I think I am hypnotized. I shake my head trying to shake it off but my attempts seem to bear no fruit. I could hear her fast movement towards me but I can’t do anything to help my situation, she kicks me out of the tavern. With one knee on the floor, I put my hand over my head to gain control of my mind “I hope Steve wouldn’t mind if I turn you into one of my mindless slaves” she licks her lips “I’m going to enjoy having you around”

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.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

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.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

It's always sweet, it's always intoxicating, and unbearably mind-blowing. The man was working her fast and fluently as if he has been doing that for a long time, his three fingers were unceasingly thrusting in and out of her, and the lewd wet sound filled the room coupled with Nora's unending moans "Ahhh, oh my god..., nngghhh fuckk" her hips subconsciously started thrusting upward to meet the man's thrust, her pussy has become so hungry, so wanting, and Nora couldn't help it, her mind wants this to stop but her body thinks otherwise and it's about to win the debate, whilst her sense of reasoning becoming hazier and hazier.

"The book is almost done. But the final chapter... it is still unfinished. It needs the darkest part. It needs your total surrender. No holding back. No limits. Are you ready to give me everything?" My heart raced. I had come so far already. The fear was still there, but the pull toward him was stronger. "Yes," I whispered. "I am ready." He smiled slowly, dark and satisfied. "Good girl. This will be the climax. I will narrate it as we go. Every touch, every moan goes into the book. You are my muse. My everything." He started by undressing me right there in the study. His hands moved slow, peeling off my clothes piece by piece. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, taking his time to s