R/erotichypnosis Novels & Stories

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

He laid her back, grabbing her thighs, spreading her wide and plunging into her in one brutal, perfect thrust. They both gasped — her head falling back, his jaw clenched so tight he thought it might break. “Jesus, Alli—” She clawed at his shoulders. “Don’t stop.” He didn’t. He couldn’t. He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, hands everywhere — gripping her waist, her thighs, her wrists above her head as she writhed beneath him. “You feel that?” he growled, burying himself deeper. “That’s five years of holding back.”

I step forward and the shower at the end of the bathroom is on. The glass panel is visible and I can see everything. I see the figure of a muscular, huge man. His body is made up of pure muscle and his tanned skin is complimented by the water running over his body. He has his head thrown back with one hand on the wall and the other on his large shaft. He groans a little before he beats it a few times, pumping up and down before he growls, the sound being the most animalistic and raw I have heard from him. Words spill out of his mouth and I could swear it's my name, but then I could be delusional and only imagining it because it’s something that I want, my name on his lips as his seed springs

Oh God… I was going to come again, and soon… He stopped mauling my breasts and watched my hand slide over my pussy. “Jesus, I love it when you do that,” he murmured. “Come with me,” I whispered to him. “Okay,” he agreed as he continued to watch my hand, hypnotized. I arched my back rhythmically, slapping my hips into his as he did the same. It was only a few inches of movement, but it was enough to feel amazing – especially as I felt hot, sweet ecstasy building in my clit. “Oh God – oh God, I’m getting close,” I whimpered. “Are you – ”

Birds were squawking and chittering, insects were buzzing and chirping. The feint sound of keys tapping could be heard. Sitting under a lone large umbrella, sprawled out on large blanket was a man with short brown hair wearing what seems to be a perfectly white robe. In front of him is a small laptop that he is busily typing away on. On the screen is a message window with scrolling text. On closer inspection it is a chat room. At the top of the screen in the center, the name of the room is displayed. "Cupid's Love Connection"

Chad nodded and led Suri to the backyard, entering the prepared treatment room. Suri was excited yet nervous. Chad smiled at her and said, "Relax and watch my hand." Despite Chad's reassurance, Suri remained tense. However, as soon as she looked at Chad's hand, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, and her mind went blank. Chad snapped his fingers next to Suri's ear, causing her to lose self-awareness completely. This was the oldest form of hypnosis, also known as psychotherapy. Chad then commanded Suri, "Follow my instructions, undress!"

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

I had a mischievous grin as I asked, "What kind do you like?" "Girls together and couples, but not the crazy, fake moaning ones. There's this website I'm on all the time that has a subreddit for something called passion porn. A bunch of it is amateur stuff, but the people love each other or have a really strong connection that you can see. It totally gets me off. What about you?"

Holy shit! That was when it hit me like a tsunami. When Miss Kim started flirting with me back in America, I had been waiting to see her grandfather for almost two weeks. I causally hypnotized her out of boredom, and malice. That day, I gave her an induction, and made her believe that two of my bodyguards were ‘Huracio.’ They had fun, but there was no sex between them. Just some teasing and flirting. When bringing her out of the hypnosis, I had instructed her to fall into a deep sleep right after having the most powerful orgasm of her life. I instructed her to wake up and remember everything as a dream.