Lesbian Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

“I assume she had a legitimate reason for acting in the way she did; it wasn’t your fault. In addition, I played a role in it. His hands were on her knees as he knelt down in front of her. Silva was accurate. Larissa and I couldn’t be apart. She continuously refused my advances while providing no explanation. I assumed she was trying to be difficult, possibly out of concern that the grays wouldn’t accept her as I did. She seemed like the perfect match to me. I found she wasn’t a virgin when we mated. I had no idea that she had a living partner. I suppose I was too arrogant to think about such a thing. Why didn’t you tell me we had a dream together? Her eyes grew wider. He was aware of it. He

I was dripping. I rubbed myself in tight, desperate circles, replaying that deep “Good girl” in my mind again and again. The way his voice had dropped. The way his fingers had felt around my wrist. I pushed two fingers inside myself, fucking them in and out while I imagined it was him — his hand, his cock, his control. It didn’t take long. The orgasm hit me hard and sudden. I bit down on my pillow to muffle the cry as my pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, pulsing with every wave. Lying there afterward, panting and ashamed, thighs still trembling, I whispered to the empty room: “What am I turning into?”

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

“But your work—” “My work is dedicated to helping people who want to remember. Who are ready to face it and work through it,” she said. “Not forcing trauma to the forefront before they are ready.” She looked at me. “You endangered your life with this. You understand that. I’m not going to lecture you, but I’m going to tell you that hypnosis, especially self-hypnosis, is a mixed bag of tricks. Like dream analysis.” I drew back, a bit crestfallen. “Really?”

Under the double attack of a drug and hypnosis, even the strong gatekeepers fell. Steven read the entire report calmly. If the drug was the doing of the Scarlett Witch, then the hypnosis must be the forte of her companion. A witch. Hypnosis can be performed by a witch only. Steven remembered the last time when Kieth disappeared. It was teleportation. That could be done by either a witch or a seer. Now the question that boldly stared at Steven was whether the Scarlett Witch had only one helper or more than that. “Liam, make a list of all the powerful witches excelling in hypnosis.” Steven finally looked up from the report and ordered Liam.

Baby I can make that pussy rain, often Often, often, girl I do this often ?Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often ?Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often I smile seeing Darrell lie on his stomach with a towel wrapped around his waist. I was already on a simple spa robe. I apply the massage oil to my palm and work my fingertips slowly on his bare back. I trace slow, circular patterns up and down the sides of his spine and I heard him gasp.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

These memories only started piecing together bit by bit after I stopped taking psychiatric medication during my pregnancy. Because of the love and warmth Quinton gave me, I was unwilling to dig into the painful past. But now, I've become a complete joke. While Quinton was at work, I secretly went to consult a doctor, only to find out that my condition was more like the result of multiple deep hypnosis sessions. When I got home, Quinton was sitting on the couch with a dark expression, surrounded by cigarette ends.

Every nerve was lit. “Touch yourself,” Sasha gasped, her eyes opening to stare down at Abegail. “While he fucks you, rub that little clit. Make yourself come for us.” Abegail’s hand, trembling, moved between her own legs. She found her swollen clit, slick and throbbing. Her fingers circled it, the pressure exquisite against the deep pounding of Leo’s cock. The sensations merged—the internal stretch, the external friction. Her moans became constant, a low, desperate hum.

she whispered. I added a second finger and began to move them in a slow, steady rhythm, curling slightly to find the spot that made her hips jerk. My thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing in small circles. Elena’s hands braced on my shoulders. She rode my fingers with increasing urgency, her breasts moving with each shallow thrust of her hips. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room. I leaned forward and took one nipple back into my mouth, sucking harder now, matching the pace of my hand.