R/erotichypnosis Novels & Stories

Her pussy vibrated, and she could feel her clit begging for attention, Helena was no stranger to this feeling, they’d not only helped each other masturbate multiple times before, but they had really fucked, fingered and scissor each other before. “And that too in the same hospital? Talk about fate.” Elora added, trying to stop herself from thinking about how delicious Helena’s nectar was, she wanted to have that cunt in her mouth and suck on it like her life depended on it. She loved the kind of face that Helena made whenever she was on the verge of orgasm, she loved the sound too, and there was nothing she loved more than being the one drawing that reaction out of her. Helena loved it too,

We already searched for answers. She stood up slow, legs still jelly. Turned off the tap. Grabbed a towel, wrapped it loose. Back in the living room she flopped on the couch, dripping everywhere. Laptop was open—screen black. She tapped it awake. Browser already up. Search bar: cervical parasites deep sea symbiote human glowing after orgasm Bonnie stared. “You really did that. While I was blacked out.” We are curious too. She scrolled. Forum threads. Weird biology blogs. People talking about parasites that bond for pleasure. Reward chemicals. Evolution through constant bliss.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

My hips swivel back slightly, arching my back so my breasts fill the helpful hand and the cock drifts directly over the simmering button between my pussy lips. I haven’t bothered to open my eyes and decide not to unless absolutely necessary. There’s no indication of light; it’s likely still night, which is all the more reason to simply enjoy the sensations engulfing me. The slow, gentle prodding against my clit; the head of the cock parting my lips and absently traversing past my ever- dampening slit. It’s hypnotic. Not enough sensation to wake me completely, it keeps me at a steady level of arousal. It could still be a dream, though the nagging, rational part of me reminds me otherwise. The

He whispered huskily. My breath hitched when his pinky finger went on top of mine. He pulled it to him and intertwined them like a pinky promise. I could easily remove my hand from resting on the counter but I remained frozen. “Move away. He will see us.” “Why don’t you move away?” His tone was teasing. “Fuck you, Choi.” His soft chuckle echoed. He finds joy in all of this. He’s a sociopath. The growing tension between us crumbled with the buzz of my phone. A message from Vernon read:

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therap

the line dropped. I picked up my phone. Pornhub or cadehub? Or Amaye? I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to be comforted, or I wanted a release. A hand was still on my nipples. I was feeling the wetness in my panties and the anger swell in my belly. What do I do? I scrolled and scrolled with no direction in particular. I stopped at a name. I sent a text.