R/erotichypnosis Novels & Stories

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] I understood that my emotions were the key to breaking Dorian's control, and I had to make them stronger than his willpower. ‘You're right. I won't back down.’ With unwavering resolve, I channeled all my love and determination into the hypnotic distraction. It pulsed with newfound intensity, a radiant force aimed directly at Dorian. [Now, Seraphine, direct it toward Dorian. Make him see the truth.] Following my inner power's guidance, I concentrated all my strength on targeting Dorian's consciousness. The hypnotic distraction shimmered with a brilliant light, a beacon of truth amidst the illusion.

Melia. Do people actually go for therapy when their sexual fantasies get too high? Do therapists really try to cure a woman whose mind is constantly filled with being bent over, spread open, and fucked senseless? I’d read about it online — sessions where they label it as hypersexuality, nymphomania, or “compulsive sexual behavior.” They talk about coping mechanisms, mindfulness, even medication to dull the constant ache between your legs. But how the fuck do you cure something that feels this good?

On the massive wall-mounted television, her private webcam feed flickered to life. A red REC dot pulsed in the corner. Below it, the viewer count climbed fast: 27 … 84 … 312 … 1,047 … Her stomach flipped. “Helios, shut it off,” she rasped, her voice hoarse from the sleep that had wiped off her eyes. He tilted his head, his silver eyes unblinking. “No.” Four tendrils unfurled from his back again, longer this time, sleek and black and hungry. One slithered straight between her legs and latched onto her clit with a soft, wet suction. The node inside it began to vibrate and rotate at the same time. Her hips bucked helplessly; a broken cry tore from her throat.

Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism. I watched hypnosis videos with a spinning spiral and everything, with flashes of large, erect cocks of all shapes and colors. It started as an odd fascination, and with wanting to learn the ins and outs of why the kink turned people on, but it quickly became a Pandora’s box of exploration, as I found myself craving more and watching the videos in their entirety for my own arousal and enjoyment.

Russ knew he was going to like this job. On Sunday, he was with Hao for just two clients. Both were stunners, got oral, and one sucked Russ as Hao ate her. The third requested privacy. While Hao was busy with the third client, Kim spent the hour teaching Russ the finer points of masturbating a woman by using Lan first and then her own pussy. He managed to bring both to orgasm twice. On Tuesday, Kim took Russ under her wing and worked with clients actually doing massages. Clients were told this was a free four-hand special. There were no special services even offered to these clients.

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.

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.

Roth noticing he had placed his hand on Tristan's Thigh for long quickly removed it, " There will be a new development from today henceforth, I will adding a new spice to the segment" "What will that be?" Tristan asked, feeling the coldness, the moment Roth took his hand off his Thigh, he never knew his booth was this cold, Roth's touch had quickened his senses, raised his temperature higher than usual, not to talk about the twitching he was feeling in his pant. "I will be reading some intense erotic stories for those of my listeners who had always dreamt about me bringing them to orgasms, I will help them experience it" Roth said, giving Tristan's his breathtaking smile, as he walked out of

But that's what she'd signed up for. Kyle'd been asking her to do this since the moment their honeymoon had ended. Three hypnosis programs to listen to while she jilled. Week one had started the dick fantasies. Week two had made her feel like Kyle was stroking her clit every time he touched her. She'd almost come last Sunday, holding hands in the park. Week three and her own clothes made her ache and throb and drip. It had been murder holding her lust back so as to surprise Kyle.