Lesbian Hypnosis Stories Novels & Stories

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

Dancing couples were more spaced out than I was accustomed to, presumably so that lilitu wouldn’t accidentally whack each other with their wings. Amidst the dancers I saw a handsome incubus coupled with a very large succubus. She clearly relished in her curves, as did the man she was with. They both grinned wide, happy as could be. It seemed that Rosette had been right; there were indeed lilitu of all shapes and sizes. Before I could contemplate this, a pair of women approached us, their hips swaying confrontationally. One was a tall blonde succubus, the other a sickly-thin vampiress with short black hair. “So wonderful to see you, Lord Sotirios,” said the blonde.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

I guess the pressure got to her the most, and the more Rosie danced around, the angrier Susan got, yelling at her to keep still. Harper was slowly losing her heart. I think there was more bad stuff going on for her at home, including an argument about her mom moving out. April joined the team not because she wanted to. We begged her to join, but now there was too much pressure. Too serious in a way that it was no fun anymore. And me? Well, I felt as if I was watching a horror movie where the characters were doing something stupid, and I was powerless to stop them. ~*~

her voice sounds soft and seems to melt into my mind. “Yeah, okay,” I hear myself answer, but my consciousness is slipping away. “I love this part,” Lex yawns, “I wonder what we’re gonna find, Kas” “Hopefully answers, Lex.” I let myself fall back into the endless abyss of hypnosis, letting Lady Camille’s words lead me around until I’m standing in a hallway of an apartment building.

Heartbroken, they had devoted themselves to caring for her, hoping she would recover. But one day, the girl had died of a heart attack. After that, the couple had lost their minds. Whenever they saw a young blind woman, they would lure her home and force her to live as their daughter… Until eventually, they were sent to a psychiatric hospital. But their twisted behavior caught the eye of a wealthy madman who liked to toy with people. He secretly moved them to a remote island, hired doctors, and forced innocent young women into deep hypnosis so they would believe this couple was truly their parents while simultaneously ensuring their blindness would only last a week.

“That’s how you do it. Take me all the way back into your throat. Yes… yes. Just like that… please.” Please? I said the word again —Fuck. This woman has completely ruined me in ways I haven’t understood yet. I’m hypnotized by lust, my hands unable to stay in one place. They go from her hair, to her cheeks, to her tits where I tweak her tight nipples, and back to her hair. When I hear her choke again on one of my upward thrusts, I grab her around the waist and pull her up until she’s straddling my lap. “Luciano!” she whines, surprised at the abrupt change. “You can’t—”

He was looking at the envelope like it might bite him. “I did. I told you pain was the only way to snap them out of it.” I see. I was right. Hypnosis. Rabid wolves, turned rogue wolves, all have a mark that proves they were claimed and controlled. These people have nothing. They still seem out of it. Meaning they haven’t snapped out of it entirely.

Athleticism can compensate for failure to practice a dance routine, or bedroom antics and these ladies performed expertly. Our disposition didn't initiate a lesbian love fest. Both Amazons were purely heterosexual; good friends and comfortable with close proximity, if not their nakedness. My status was that of facilitator. I lured them into a triple kiss, with the added whimsy of Tadêfi's fingers playing along our lips so that she could capture every gasp, deep breath and moan.

Brenda pondered for a moment and said, "You lie down on the recliner, and we will use the hypnosis method to see what your subconscious is resisting." Yasmine nodded, "Okay." Lying on the recliner, Brenda hypnotized Yasmine. "Do you like Derrick?" "I didn't like it." "Who did you like then?" Yasmine pursed her lips and said, "Russell." Brenda squinted her eyes and said, "Remember, the person you love is called Derrick, there has never been a person named Russell. Derrick is your lawful husband, and you both have a son named Layne Maddox. You must accept everything about Derrick, do you remember?"