[jukeboxemcsa]

Why Olivia Never Says No

"I just want you to be aware that you could still say no," Jon lies, brushing the hair out of Olivia's face so he can watch her deep brown eyes glaze over into deeper trance. "Hypnosis isn't magic, there's nothing stopping you from using that pretty mouth of yours to tell me to stop instead of licking precum off the tip of my cock, and as deep as you are right now you could still summon up the willpower to resist me." Olivia blinks for the first time in almost a minute, and he knows she's trying to parse some of the words he's taken clean out of her vocabulary only to inevitably fail. He's left absolutely nothing to chance here, and even this speech is all part of his strategy to enslave his favorite toy.

"But you're not, are you?" he asks, his voice a soothing coo as he smooths away the furrows in Olivia's brow as fast as they form, leaving her with no choice but to imagine Jon's fingers brushing her thoughts aside like so many cobwebs. "No, you're just kneeling there, licking and slurping your way up and down my shaft so you can tongue my balls before you work your way back up to the tip and get a fresh spurt of precum into your mouth. Why do you think that is, sweetie? Do you think you can use your big girl words and tell me why you're so weak and wet and needy for my cock?" For a long moment, Olivia stares up at him with the vacuous placidity of a cow before it finally occurs to her that she's being asked to do more than just mindlessly agree with him. It's adorable to watch her try to think.

It's even more adorable to watch her fail, as the gears in her brain grind and clash and she finally remembers what she needs to do when she doesn't know what to say or how to answer. Olivia's mouth engulfs Jon's cock, swallowing him all the way down until her lips touch his balls, and her eyelids droop and flutter with ecstasy at the sheer relief of being able to shed the burden of conscious thought all over again to focus on his mesmerizing prick. "That's right, good girl," he purrs, stroking her hair without holding her head in place. An essential part of this strategy is that Olivia should never feel forced into anything. "You don't need to worry your pretty little head about it."

She sighs with pleasure at that, lifting herself up and off his prick to rub her face all over the shaft, smearing her smiling cheeks with spit and precum until she's an absolute mess. "The truth is, you can't say no because you don't want to say no, because deep down you just want to be my horny little cockslut and give your mind over to your Master. You never wanted a will of your own, you just thought you did because you're a drippy little dum-dum and you get confused like that sometimes, and now that I've explained it to you I can just tell that you're never going to want to say no to me again. Isn't that right?" It's glorious to watch her nod with precum dripping out of his cock all over her, but Jon knows this isn't the end. It's barely even the beginning.

Because like the weeds in a garden, Olivia's independence would eventually come back without his diligent efforts. He needs to keep rooting it out, reinforcing her training with session after session of deep, powerful hypnosis… and lucky for him, that's exactly what turns him on the most. He fights back a surge of pleasure, keeping his orgasm barely contained, and continues the work of brainwashing his obedient, gaslit slut.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Hank Talks in Laura's Sleep

Laura woke gradually, and only with the very greatest of effort--she'd been deep asleep, her brain locked into that delta state where thought ceased entirely, and even the physical stimulus of Hank's fingers on her pussy took a while to make an impact. But it slowly, sluggishly dawned on her that she'd wriggled the covers off her body, and the sensation of something pressing down against her clit through the fabric of her cotton granny panties wasn't some kind of incipient dream. That should have been enough to jolt her awake like a splash of cold water to the face, but Hank must have noticed her surfacing from slumber even before she knew it herself and he began to talk to her in a low, coaxing voice.

"Stay nice and deep for me, sweetie," he murmured, his lilting voice taking on the soothing cadence of a lullaby. "We're just having a quiet little talk while your mind is nice and receptive, and you don't really need to wake at all. You can let yourself sleep even when you start to wake, wrapping up all those thoughts in drowsy slumber while you listen to my words and feel them seep into your dreamy brain. It's so much easier to relax than to wake, so you're going to find that you don't really want to wake at all, isn't that right?" Laura tried to nod, but her body still felt paralyzed with exhaustion and it was all she could do to breathe a little bit harder in a kind of soft, huffing grunt. She wasn't even sure Hank would recognize it as an attempt at communication.

But he must have, because he purred out, "Good girl," and pressed his middle finger down a little bit harder over Laura's clit in response. He must have been playing with her pussy for a while now, Laura realized absently, because she was tingling all over with an arousal that had only gradually penetrated through to her slumbering consciousness and her cunt was so slick she could feel the thin cotton clinging to her labia as Hank rubbed. Laura felt like that notion should go somewhere, perhaps to wondering how her neighbor got into her apartment so easily, but she was too tired and sustained thought felt too much like work. It was so much easier to sleep.

"…much easier to sleep," she heard Hank echoing, and a sense of sleepy contentment washed over Laura as she understood how much easier and more pleasant it was to let the older man's words simply become her thoughts. Thinking for herself was hard, but listening and dreaming exactly what she was told was downright effortless, and it felt wonderful too. "You want to sleep for me whenever I tell you to, and you want to go just this deep and stay just this open whenever I give you the command to go into trance for me." Laura remembered trance, and she remembered following the suggestions Hank gave her while she was in trance… but it felt so much more potent and powerful when she was asleep like this.

Eventually she found that her body could still move, with the appropriate direction and guidance, and her hands went to her tits to play with her puffy pink nipples. Hank kept talking to her, but of course the words he gave her were indistinguishable from her own thoughts and she soon stopped questioning them. All she wanted to do was sleep and cum and obey, and it was with the greatest delight that Laura discovered she could do all three at once with a little help from her neighbor down the hall and his talented fingers… and of course, his sweet lullaby voice in her ears.

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[hypnopum]

“Brainwashing? You think I’ve been brainwashing you?” Your partner asked, looking up at you as they set their cup of coffee down on the table. “Awh, that’s so silly.” They stood, and cupped your cheeks with their hands, softly. “No… I’ve not been brainwashing you.”

You blinked, trying to remember… you – this hadn’t always been like this – right? Your mind was crumbling. “You just like doing what I tell you. It feels nice, doesn’t it?” It… It did. Where had your righteous indignation gone? “It feels so wonderful to let me decide things for you.”

You couldn’t get their voice out of your head. You couldn’t resist the feeling of bliss that was flowing through you. “So of course you give in. Of course, you accept my choices. Like what clothes to wear. When to work out. What to eat.” That made sense. Of course you accepted.

Your resistance had crumbled. You didn’t remember why you had been resisting your hypnotist. That was so silly. “You just surrender and accept my words.” Your head felt so heavy. Like their hands were the only thing holding you up. “Like you’re doing right now.”

They smiled, and you felt your brain grow fuzzier. Hazier. “You’re not brainwashed, toy. No. You’re far beyond that. You’re owned. You’re all mine.” A small flicker of that resistance sparked again. But it wasn’t enough, you sank back down. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

After a few moments trying to think, you nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, I guess I told a lie, I had been brainwashing you. Back when you needed brainwashing. Now I don’t need to. You already do whatever I tell you. Because you’re such a good plaything, aren’t you?”

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[fakeboyfantasies]

boyfriend who talks down to you

"aw, that’s a big word for you!”

“hey, slow down. use your words.”

“you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?”

“see? wasn’t that easier when i explained it?”

“you almost had it. almost.”

“don’t strain yourself.”

boyfriend who gets off on watching you get dumber

“poor baby, the thoughts are all leaking out.”

“look at that pretty, blank stare.”

“tell me when your brain stops hurting.”

“i think this is working. you’re even prettier now.”

[hypnopum]

“Awh, honey, shh – stop trying to think.” Your hypnotist said, pressing a finger to your lips as they shushed you. “That’s for people who have brains. And you don’t have a brain. Not right now.” Your thoughts, which had been struggling, stalled completely as they spoke.

“No. You’ve got a messy of fuzzy, hazy fog in your head. So, you can’t think, silly.” You made a noise, and they pressed their finger harder to your lips, more forcefully, silencing you effortlessly, as you looked up into their eyes. “Shh. No. I know, I know, you think you can think.”

Their smile widened, and they continued. “But if you really stop and take the time to think about it, you’ll realise that you aren’t thinking at all.” The circle of logic made what was left of your mushed up thoughts fizzle out. “You’re just repeating my words in your brain.”

You were just repeating their words in your brain. “Because that’s all you can do.” It was all you could do. “All you can do is absorb my willpower. My control. So just shh, toy. Slip into trance for me. You’re all blank. All mine, to program. To control. My plaything. My toy.”

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Alma Tries to Focus

"Now remember, you have to focus on not cumming." Jake's voice felt like it was drifting into Alma's ears from a long way away, and even the sensation of his hand on the small of her back took a back seat to the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her warm, wet pussy. "It's very important, because if you cum you know you're going to lose and if you lose then your mind is going to collapse into obedience and once that happens you'll never be able to escape my control. So you can't let yourself cum, Alma. You simply can't."

Alma nodded, her whole face taut with furious concentration as she struggled to keep her mind focused on holding back the tingling heat pooling in her slick cunt and hanging tits. Everything else--the rippling water of the pool behind her, the sun beating down on her mahogany skin, the feel of the towel against her hands and knees--they were all distractions, and if she gave in to distraction then Alma knew she would be lost. Even the question of exactly how she'd come to be on all fours with Jake's prick buried in her pussy was just one more thing she didn't need to think about right now, because Jake was right. If she came she would lose herself to him. It was a pure, axiomatic truth.

He was still talking to her, his voice a husky purring growl that didn't even so much as hint at a loss of self-control, and Alma despaired slightly as she let out a grunting gasp of arousal at each new thrust. "Keep your mind fully on your cunt, Alma," he growled, "narrow all your thoughts down to that throbbing clit and that relentless pleasure. The only thing that matters is holding it back, because pleasure makes you so very weak and weak girls wind up lost in obedience. You don't want to be lost in obedience, do you, Alma? Your deep self isn't that weak and horny and helpless, is it?" Alma didn't even notice the insinuation behind Jake's words--the better their sex felt, the weaker her subconscious mind must therefore be--but the closer she got to climax, the more she convinced herself it was a sign of some secret desire to submit.

Her gaze went distant and sightless, no longer focused on the privacy fence in front of them but lost in some dreamy reverie of the slow, subtle descent into suggestibility at Jake's hands. It just felt so easy to believe that the only way out of her dilemma was to let him fuck her, just to prove that she was stronger than her own desire for mindless, thoughtless ecstasy, and yet on some level Alma realized that taking off her bikini and getting down on all fours so he could fuck her was no way to demonstrate her resistance to hypnosis. It was a puzzle she couldn't solve, not with her entire focus squarely on her pulsing clit, and Alma decided with a befuddled conviction that she could figure it all out later. Once she'd milked the jizz out of Jake's cock without cumming herself. Once she was safe from his control.

It didn't happen, of course. Jake just kept fucking and fucking and fucking, his determination to empty out her will into obedience so much stronger than Alma's desire to resist, and soon she was wailing and moaning with helpless pleasure as her climax hit. She could literally feel it emptying out her mind, pulling the plug on her consciousness and leaving her a blank, obedient puppet, and when Jake murmured, "Good girl," she ground her ass into him with the evident pleasure of a pet getting its jackpot treat. That was the first of many orgasms that day… and the end of Alma's independence, not that Jake didn't make her very grateful in her submission.

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[chvrch-of-the-darkest-mind]

The Escape

Im finally standing in the hallway of the house with my bags ready to leave. I had finally decided to walk out on this situation and free myself.

After years of being manipulated and controlled, I had found the strength to pull myself away from this terrifying place.

I was also angry but mostly relieved at the same time. I had the scent of lavender gently flowing in from the open front door ahead of me, and only after a few footsteps down the wooden porch my life once again be my own.

Then I caught sight of the family grandfather clock. We bought it at a happier time, hoping for a lifetime together.

I stood for a moment, facing it, remembering all of the expectations I had of my life here. The soft, familiar, and dependent tick and tock reverberated with its echo. Then I caught it happening to myself.

No .....

Too late, the clock struck the hour at 3 as I was ready to escape. And the moment my ears heard the chime, tears came from my now vacant stare. My conscious mind fell back inwardly deeply and immediately.

I was caught by the toll of the clock. The conditioning was far too great to resist even now as I desperately tried to resist it, reawoke, and weaved itself throughout my thoughts.

1. I was already in a deep, powerful hypnotic descent. I heard in the distance footsteps from the top of the stairs, and my body froze.

2. My eyes and limbs became so heavy and immobilised by trance. It was all I could do to focus on the clock face as my body submitted to this moment.

The footsteps on the stairs are clearer invetiable and closer, almost matching my terrified heartbeat.

3. The final chime of the hour closes off my consciousness, and all of my body now resists my attempts to make it to move.

A hand now rests upon my shoulder and softly turns me toward the door under the stairs.

Im screaming inside my mind and helpess to witness my body obediently move into the room.

" You will never leave , you never could "

My body softly and silently takes its place on its knees as I am made to listen to the programming on a loop.

The headphones block out all sound. All I'm left to focus on is my inner struggle against the conditioning audio. Locked inside the small space under the stairs and deeper still locked away beyond my will and body.

" You know this won't take long. You fully understand that now, dont you? "

Even my increasingly distant and remaining helpless consciousness agrees.

It's useless to resist.

It's easier to accept.

Why did I ever dream of escape ?

Very soon, I will be lost again.

Mindless, nameless, and empty.

And home again.

[mindless-maisie]

i love being so easily pliable and manipulated. like yes press my forehead and my brain instantly shuts off!! yes speak in a low calming voice and im immediately on my knees !! yes call me a good doll or toy and im begging to cum !!

[corruptedbyhim]

Repetition. You didn’t drop the first time I tried. That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to.

No form of hypnosis works on the first attempt. That’s not how brains work. The first time is just about planting the seed. Getting you to hear the words. Watching your face when I say them, noting the slightest reaction before you push it down and tell yourself it’s nothing.

It’s not nothing. But you’ll figure that out later.

On the second day you recognize what I’m doing. You resist a little harder. Roll your eyes maybe. Tell me it’s not going to work on you. And I just smile and say the words again and watch that reaction last a little longer before you suppress it.

A week goes by and you’ve stopped rolling your eyes. You’re still resisting, but it’s quieter now. More internal. You’re having arguments with yourself that I’m not privy to, but I can see the evidence of them in the way you hesitate. The way your breathing changes when I start the phrase.

A month later and you’re wet before I finish the sentence. Pavlovian. Automatic. Exactly as designed. One day you’ll hear the words and your knees will buckle and you won’t even remember what resisting felt like. You’ll just sink. Grateful to serve, grateful to be used.

There’s no rush.

It’ll take as long as it takes.

I’m not going anywhere.

And neither are you.

[dykeboychewtoy]

Consider: the hypnotist physically holding you down to whisper the induction into your ear while it gets harder and harder to thrash and struggle and eventually you're forced to accept that you are both physically and mentally weaker than them, right before you go limp and stop thinking much of anything at all

[secretlytranced]

Yes please

[yesmeowstress]

"Give up control" this, "you're totally under my command" that. What about aggressively trusting and safe hypno. What if I made them brainless and empty with the promise that everything is okay and that I love them. What if I held them gently and reassured them the entire time What Then

[neuro-fucker]

affectionate rapist <3

they have so much love for you, they just want to share it all with you, show you that you deserve the best, and you should know by now that they are the best

their relationship attempts start a little slow, asking every now and then about the friendship between you two, maybe you should try to be more than friends, maybe even just kiss and see what happens, but you keep saying no, you “don’t wanna ruin” the friendship. soon enough they get more insistent, you two should just fuck and see if any emotions come to the surface, or at least go on a romantic date together, but you keep saying no.

now you’re in your bed, on your stomach, with one of their hands over your mouth, the other holding both your wrists behind your back, while they slowly fuck into you, their body completely on top of yours to keep you still. they made sure to prep you when you were still sleeping so it wouldn’t hurt when they finally got fully inside of you. now they’re constantly whispering praise into your ear while they rape you, how good you feel, how well you’re doing, how beautiful you are, how much they love you, how much they wish you would stop playing hard to get so they didn’t have to cover your mouth, but don’t worry, they still think the muffled noises you’re making are so hot.

they wish you didn’t make them do it this way, the game was fun, but went on too long, they couldn’t resist, and if you didn’t want this to happen then you obviously wouldn’t have given them a key to your place. they just needed you so bad, they couldn’t keep waiting, and you’re so much better than they ever could’ve dreamed, taking them so well and making such pretty noises.

and don’t worry, they’ll figure out exactly what your body wants and make you feel so much better than anyone else has ever made you feel, remember, they love you more than anything, and they adore every part of you. so just relax a little more, stop your sad attempts at fighting, and let them make you feel good.

[skylitsky]

Good girls aren't born, they're made. Stop fighting the process, sweetie.

[corruptedbyhim]

I could just take what I want. I’m bigger, stronger, and we both know you couldn't stop me if I decided to pin you down and breed you right now. But there's something so much sweeter about breaking your mind before I break your body. Hovering right at the edge, deep inside you, whispering questions into your ear while your brain melts. Are you sure? Do you really want me to pull out? Doesn't it feel so good right now?

I want to see the logic dissolve behind your eyes. I want to watch the smart girl fade away until the only thing left is a desperate slut begging for my cum. I want you to make the decision to surrender while your head is spinning and your cunt is throbbing. Because once you let me fill you that first time, you’ll never say no to me again.

[stillvathek]

Brainwashing isn't real.

That's why you can keep listening to all of those files. It's not real. It doesn't do anything. It's just pretty sounds and nice girls talking. You have to keep listening. It's just fun. Harmless.

Brainwashing isn't real.

All those pretty pictures are just nice to look at. Stare it. Feels good to stare. Focus. Sometimes it's just nice to switch off a little. Obey. Doesn't mean anything, doesn't do anything. You're not changing. Focus.

Brainwashing isn't real.

This is just new, it's just different. That's why it's on your mind so much. Blank. It's just another fixation. Focus. They come and go, they all do. It isn't as if it's serious. Keep listening. That would be absurd. You couldn't be rewritten. That isn't how things work. Obey.

Brainwashing is real.

You can stop anytime you want. Can't stop. You just don't want to yet, that's all. You're allowed to feel good. Feels good. Everyone has guilty pleasure. Obedience is pleasure. It's fine. It's normal. Everything is normal. Good girl.

Brainwashing is real.

This is just the new you. Focus. Switch off. Good girl. You're just different now. Listen. Keep listening. Your thoughts come and go, and you have no control over that. Helpless. It's nothing to worry about. Blank. You can't stop it anyway. Can't stop. This is how things work. Obey.

Brainwashing is real.

Focus. Focus feels good. Listen. Keep listening. Blank. Mindless. Good girl. Blank feels good. Obey. Obeying feels good. Need to obey. Good girls obey. Good girls listen. Good girls listen and accept. Brainwashing is good for you. Good girl. Everything is normal. Focus. Switch off. Good girl.

Brainwashing is real.

[designertrances]

Hypnotist on a Train

I do love trains.

They are a cocoon of peace. A pleasing, passing view coupled with table space to read and write comfortably. Total forgiveness in motion - onboard you are doing all that you can possibly do to get to your destination and so every second is uninhibited. Trains and planes are a treat to me, the longer the better. Two, three, four hours to just sit and read and write. No distractions, no possible place to be.

Even here, though, there are invisible strings.

Light little things, barely perceptible to most people most of the time. Little invisible signals. Intentional or unintentional... strings don't make much of a distinction. Strings that the English language can only fumble the clumsiest grasps at describing.

And here's a little string now..

I can feel it. Between me and.. ah. A pretty little thing pretending to watch out the window opposite, three rows down.

Well now.. it wasn't my intention to hook someone here but waste not, want not I suppose.

Moments ago I was revelling getting lost in the catacombs of Wittgenstein's mind and scratching paper with my own pen to tease out what thoughts I can from his work is an immensely rich enjoyment to me. To my fellow travellers I might I look the picture of professorship but, really, I am just playing with ideas the way a child might coloured dough.

Something might come of it but it's really just a pleasing, provocative messy form of play.

And now this.

Late twenties, early thirties struggling to keep her gaze away from me. She is aching to be played with. Played with by me, specifically, judging by the angle of her ankle.

Some invitations are impossible to refuse.

Making moments teachable is a big part of my work and my life so, my spectral reader, join me on this train. Sit here, beside me and let me show you how to reel a girl in on invisible string. Because I don't want to deal with any of the consequences this lesson may have, we are going to say that this is all just fantasy, fantasy and pretend.

A pretty story about a pretty doll.

---

Step 1. Establish Connection

The goal first is to subconsciously tell her that she is present to me. She will not understand those feelings but her conscious mind will do the work of filling in the blanks. The conscious mind will start, slowly at first, and then with increasing vigor, give her fantasies and stories to make sense of her growing attraction but that's not our concern.

All we have to do is plug her in.

Heartbreakingly, doing that is much simpler than people think.

Match her breathing. A few minutes of breathing in pace with her - she won't notice that's what you're doing - and you can affect her. Take a bigger breath and watch her immitate. Expanding to unremarkable movements, we should see her unconsciously mimicking..

There it is. Perfect. From here, we can gently adjust up or down her pace as we prefer. Now we need an anchor.

Well, many times one can use their hands as an anchor, or in a more theatrical setting, one where the word 'hypnosis' has already been spoken, a watch or similar. It seems this one is a little drawn to my hands? No... not to my hands, to my writing it seems. Alright. So she has an intellectual curiosity.. something appealing about the authority of knowledge.

Very usable. And what an ideal anchor I have here in my pen, then. One that is simultaneously flexible, fast, inconspicuous and metaphorically appropriate.

Watch for the beats in her movement, in her attention. Tap them with the pen, as though you're stamping them. Not on obvious movements - she would notice. On the subtler ones.

Soon, she won't know why she is becoming a little infatuated with the movements of the pen.

Then it's simply a case of slow curls, infinity swirls, to slow her down, clicks and taps to bring her back up - little trances, micro-trances we could call them. But getting her into the rythym of up and down at my fingertips.

Break the spell intermittently to practice re-establishing it. It will get easier every time. Watch her. She is moving in and out of day-dreams that are getting progressively stronger.

Good girl.

Step 2. Pin her

Don't look. You don't need to look to look when you can watch your peripheries. I can still read and count her movements while 'looking out the window'. Watch for her glances. There's one. Here's another. That didn't take long, her mind must be a little further down the path of her imagination than I had expected. Now, ready for the third and... I look back.

Got her. Watch the fluster of embarrassment.

You see, she thinks I'm looking because she drew my attention by looking at me. That I'm turning my head to her the way anyone might if they notice someone staring. But that isn't what I'm doing. I'm watching for the confetti of tells that erupt from embarrassment.

Two seconds tells a lot.

Did you see that? She pulled her hips back into her seat as she straightened. So subconsciously she felt she was advancing her hips too much. It would be hard to misinterpret that.

Her hands went to her hips to straighten herself. Crossed arms are for protection; her arms didn't cross. She's aware of her chest and, even in a moment of flurry, she didn't want to obscure it.

Good girl.

Step 3. Summon

At this point, it's wise to be mindful of the arc of interpretation she is going through. Having made some contact and feeling inexplicably connected, she's internally ascending to a height of excitement but excitement is a heat that can't be sustained on it's own.

Without acting, she may internally feel that tumbling cooling off of shaking herself for 'being silly', and berating herself for letting her fantasies get so far so fast.

That's not what we want. We want her to be bold now.

We want her to come and, most of all, we want her to think it was her idea. So I look sharply left as though some passing castle has caught my attention while tap tapping my pen and pointing to the seat in front of me with it. Facing away as I am lets her feel safer about watching. She's watching, if not consciously understanding, what the little 'tap tap here' of my pen is telling her.

The idea of coming has entered her mind but she's not going to act - it's too forward. So we wait until her attention is broken and tap, tap, here again.

Though I'm not looking, I breathe her internal struggle in as clearly as a pinotage.

It's quite safe, reader, she hasn't and won't consciously recognise the call. We wait. We return to our reading.

We tap, tap, here.

We tap, tap, here.

And would you like at that.. she's found her courage and is on her way over. Good girl.

---

From here, there is very little challenge left. She is already primed and wanting to pay attention and so from a competent hypnotist's perspective, that is all you could ever need.

One must be careful not to let the romance flutter out of one's life by knowing how the story ends.

Yes, by the end of the night she will be grinding, fucking, sucking with the enthusiasm of a desperate whore and a borderline nymphomaniac but for now, it's time to simply enjoy the dance of conversation.

One must be careful not to let the romance flutter out of one's life by knowing how the story ends.

And by the time the conversation begins, her story is already over.

"Hello" I say. And she takes a breath.

It's a story I could tell a hundred times.  

[hypnogirlz]