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”match my freak” match my intense need for constant reassurance and affection
I hear a lot about people with ADHD who have a hard time getting deep into trance, and like, VALID. Focusing is sometimes a seemingly impossible task, and that’s a whole other conversation…..But also,
adhd and hypno can work together and be so. good. The instant dopamine hits after completing each task that’s been instructed? The mental reward after each *click* or *snap*?? The “out of sight, out of mind” syndrome that makes memory play sooo easy??? Use it and abuse it baby
Slowly gently jerking you off as I sit on your lap, your hands roaming my body as I whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Doesn’t that feel good baby?
objectively hilarious that my kinks boil down to "people are nice to me and patient with me and they tell me they like me" like damn bitch what did the world do to you ????
Can We Talk...?
"Hey, Will. I gotta ask, are you mad at me for some reason? Like, it feels like you're really trying to avoid me lately."
Will blushed. "Uhh... no... I'm not. I've just been busy lately."
"Yeah, I know, but... I mean, even when you're here, it's like you don't want me around. Is it Emily...? Did she say something...? She seems kind of possessive. Like, you're her boyfriend, sure, I get it but, does that mean we can't still be friends?"
"She didn't say anything... about you..." Will blushed.
"She thinks I'm too flirty, doesn't she?" Mia pouted.
Will's mind flashed back to when he first moved in...
Mia had sat down with a little too much bounce, and Will immediately got hard. As she'd seen the effect, she'd smirked knowingly. Mia's idea of "flirting..." was more along the lines of what guys would call "being a massive cocktease..." So rather than pretend to ignore the fact, she'd given her boobs a squeeze before bouncing herself a few times. Will came in his pants on the spot.
Back in the present, he blushed deeper as he remembered it.
"You... can sort of... ask inappropriate questions..." he offered.
"Like what...?" she asked.
"Like... about what you're wearing..."
"Wha... for real...? Come on, that's not a problem. I asked you about some T-shirts. Wasn't asking you to judge the swimsuit contest..." she protested.
Will remembered it differently. Mostly the fact the T-shirt was all she was wearing...
"So... guy's opinion..." she'd asked. "Casual date, new guy, do you think I should tie this off at the back, make it a little tighter... here... let me show you..."
As she'd pulled it back, it rode up as well and flashed her panties. Once again, Will had came in his pants, much to her amusement.
"Oh... Yeah..." she remembered herself. "But like, it wasn't like lingerie or anything. I mean, I see your boxers sticking out the top of your jeans sometimes. Basically the same thing..."
"Is it...?"
"Totally..." she smirked. "And it's not happened since then..."
Again, her memory of a recent event seemed very different from his...
"Hey... wanted your opinion on this... ah... sorry... don't wanna flash you again. Not after last time... Ha ha! Gimme a sec..."
She giggled, remembering to complete shock on his face and he'd once again creamed himself in front of her.
"Now... you gotta admit, that was kinda funny..." she sniggered. "And I know you were going out with her then but, not like I touched you or anything. Wait, she didn't find your boxers with a wet spot or something, did she...?" Mia paused in realisation, "Ohhhh! Did she find my panties in your room?"
"Wha... What?!" He spluttered in panic." Wh... Why would you've left your panties in my room...?"
She shrugged, "I had to use the shower in yours a couple of times when mine was broken. I know... I'm really lazy about picking stuff up sometimes. Like, you can explain it but, some girls aren't always reasonable..."
"Reasonable? Would you think it's reasonable to find another girl's panties in your boyfriends room?"
"Sure... long as he can explain it. Doesn't she trust you...? Not tryna be your couple's therapist or anything but, not a good relationship if there's no trust..."
"Um, sure... but, there are levels of trust..."
"Exactly!" she concurred. "That's why I'm always open with everyone about everything..."
"You are... very... honest..." Will put as diplomatically as possible. Mia didn't hide anything. Again he thought back a few weeks...
"Hey, you got any batteries? I gotta re-charge these and I don't wanna wait that long..." she'd asked. On its own not an unusual thing between roommates. But while there could be a multitude of reasons for them asking, she was holding her vibrator at the time.
"No..." he'd croaked.
"Urgh..." she sighed, waving it around nonchalantly. "This thing just eats them..."
"Hey... you wouldn't mind... giving me a hand... would you...?"
Will's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"Not even the whole hand..." she giggled... "Couple of fingers really. Or... maybe... a tongue... or whatever else you could... use to help me out... for a few minutes...?" she grinned wickedly.
That was too much for Will, who was once again found his cock had gone off without him so much as touching it.
As Mia looked down she'd giggled, "Wow! Ha ha! Wish I finished that quick. Wouldn't have to worry about these things not lasting five minutes!"
Back in the present, Will looked down to see he was hard again.
"Ooohhh... see... you're being honest with me now..." she teased. "Told you, nothing wrong with that. Doesn't make you a bad guy to notice other girls. I don't freak out if I guy I'm with checks out another girl. And he shouldn't freak out if I check her out too... Oh!" she paused suddenly.
"She didn't say anything about me like that did she...?" Mia giggled. "Like... hey, Will... do you think your roommate's hot... you ever thought about her like that...?" She raised an eyebrow, "And then she's all like, it's OK... I think so too... maybe we could...?" She laughed as he turned red.
"Is that why you've hardly been speaking to me? Did she ask you to ask me about... you know... you... me... her...?" She laughed. "You just didn't know how to...? Aww... were you just feelin' awkward about it? That's so silly... I mean, it's me!"
"And you know... I'm not seeing anyone right now and... we're friends and... she's hot... soooo... sure!! I'd be up for it..." she grinned, wickedly.
"OHHH...! Shi...!" Will clutched himself as his load once again uncontrollably shot forth into his boxers.
"Oh, yeah, you should probably tell her about that though. Well... maybe... she's hot, you probably do it with her too anyway. She's not gonna be that surprised if you finish before we really got started. It's fine, trust me, girls plan for that sort of thing. That's the great thing about girl girl boy. Boy's out? Girls can take care of themselves, and the boy can still watch, so there's no losers!"
Mia sighed and put a hand on Will's shoulder as he slouched over. "Well... anyway... now you know so, don't have to be worried about asking. Whenever you two wanna go for it, let me know."
Will gingerly got to his feet and walked out in a complete daze.
As Mia smirked, she became aware of a wetness in her own underwear. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Great! Now I'm all horny!" she declared to the empty room.
She picked up her phone. "Jeez... that guy's such a tease sometimes. Talking about threesomes with me like that and then just leaving. Well... two can play at that game..."
She started recording herself and climbed into bed.
"Hey, Will..." she began... "just thinkin' about your proposal. You tell Emily I can't wait..."
"Mmm... in fact... why don't you show her this... so she'll really know how eager I am!"
When she finished, her thumb hovered over send. "Hmm... maybe a not the right time...." she smirked to herself. "Now... date night... there's the time to send this!"
Just right before he cums, you need to pull his hair and make him admit out loud he's your slut. Then, stop whatever kind of stimulation you're doing on him and watch how many times he's gonna desperately admit anything you want, repeating frantically until his needy voice is engraved in your mind.
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Calling guys “poor things” in the tone you talk about like a sick dog is basically half the fun of sex
Shelly Gets Lost in Coral's Eyes
"Ssh, shh, shhh. That's it, baby doll, just keep those eyes on mine. Right there, good girl, just keep sinking deeper and deeper into my eyes." Shelly's lips part, but it's not to speak--she's far too lost in trance for that, her awareness attenuated to the point where she doesn't really even notice what's going on with her own body right now. She's just expressing an almost religious awe, her entire expression betraying the intense and potent ecstasy she's attributing to Coral's hypnotic talents and the profound, overwhelming euphoria she feels on surrendering to the other woman's captivating voice and mesmerizing, fathomless eyes. It feels life-changing to her.
She doesn't realize that the pleasure she feels is actually Coral's thigh, pressing tightly between her spread legs and grinding against her slick, messy cunt while she lies naked on the mattress. If she did, she'd welcome the explicitly sexual touch--Shelly's emotions are so murky to her conscious self as to be virtually opaque, but deep down the whole reason she agreed to let Coral practice hypnosis on her stemmed from a vague and unexamined hope that it would end with the two of them fucking. It's what makes her so perfectly vulnerable to Coral's admittedly considerable skills, and what makes her subconscious mind so very willing to simply switch off the narrative of Shelly's thoughts at Coral's whispered command. "No mind, no will, nothing but my eyes," the young woman murmurs, and Shelly's too lost in cataleptic ecstasy even to nod.
Her unconscious mind remembers every detail of having her clothes peeled away from her suntanned body while she lay supine on the mattress. It recalls the intense, furious arousal she felt when she watched Coral strip naked as well, and the way her clit throbbed with lust at the sight of Coral's long dark hair waterfalling onto her shoulders as she pulled her shirt up and over her head. But her waking self has no past, no future, nothing but a constant rediscovery of Coral's mesmerizing gaze and the attendant pleasure of an orgasm that's become downright perpetual. "The deeper you go, the better it feels, sweetie," Coral coos to her, and that alone is enough to make Shelly's mind tumble down into fathomless bliss.
At some point, the line between love and adoration blurs and dissolves--Shelly's stupefied brain simply can't process anything she's experiencing on any level beyond the purely associative, fusing together the pleasure hitting her body with the rapturous beauty of Coral's deep brown eyes and the blissful relaxation of trance until she fully and unequivocally convinces herself that it's just Coral herself that makes Shelly feel this good. Her crush becomes something deeper and more profound, a genuine worship of her classmate that's going to bind her to Coral's influence until submission becomes the only logical conclusion to their emotional arc, but neither woman is really thinking about that right now. Shelly's not thinking at all, and Coral….
Coral's thinking a lot less than she thinks she is, although she doesn't really think about it. Her entire focus is on deepening Shelly's trance and her surrender, on pleasuring the hypnotized woman and using that pleasure to wind her new lover's mind around Coral's little finger, and she doesn't even notice that her blinks have slowed down just as much as Shelley's and she's completely lost track of the time they're spending together. She's entered an intense and powerful rapport trance, one that's conditioning her as surely as it is the woman she's on top of, and they'll wake up with their emotions tangled together in profound and potent intimacy. Which will make their subsequent sex all the more urgent.
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In love with forced orgasms.
'yes my pretty little boy, I know you can't cum anymore, shh, it's okay.. just one more time for mommy, okay baby?' till he shoots blanks <3
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you’re mad at me baby? let me ride you so hard you forget what i did wrong. just claw at my hips and whine as i take your cock so deep you feel like you’re being eaten alive. this is my apology
Talking him through orgasm as he fucks you, telling him how good he's doing until he's all subby and can only think about how good it feels to ram that cock deep into you like a good boy
obsessed with the idea of a chastity belt that endlessly teases and edges 😵💫 like it’s high tech enough that it can monitor all the vitals and indicators from your body that it needs to know stuff like how aroused you are, how hard you are, how wet you are, how close to orgasm you are etc, and knows exactly how you like to be touched, so that it just keeps edging and edging edging without ever letting you over the edge (and if it accidentally does, it’s programmed to give you the most infuriatingly frustrating ruin of your life before going right back to teasing you!) thinking about having to wear it under clothes and maybe even go out and pretend i haven’t been seconds away from cumming for a long, long time, thinking about desperately trying to stimulate myself a little bit more or to break myself out of the belt to no avail, thinking about crying and drooling and begging and pleading and all i get is edged some more but an uncaring belt made for keeping me denied 🥵