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[hollyhypnocigar]

You’re trapped, staring into her eyes.

They are already pulling on you, drawing you in.

Feel them force their way into your mind.

Feel your eyes glowing as pink as hers.

You need to be like her.

You will be like her.

Thick cigar, painted lips, confident gaze.

Your mouth is opening, accepting.

You need a cigar.

Thick and heavy in your mouth.

Your eyes glow brighter as your draw breath.

Feminized eyes, feminized lips, feminized gaze.

Let the cigar feminize you.

Let the cigar control you.

Let Hypnocigar control you.

[hollyhypnocigar]

It had felt like hours. She had waited for everyone else to leave the house but they would not. So, she took an uncharacteristic “walk outside” and down to the nearby park.

Once there she reached into her jacket and pulled the long, heavy cigar from the interior pocket. She brought it to her lips and lit it, but it did not bring an intense rush of pleasure. She only felt that once she held her phone up and heard the audible *snap*  of the picture being taken. She shuddered, smoke coming from her lips.

Laying back against the bench she let one hand rub fervently against her jeans, while the other hand typed #cigargirl.

[hollyhypnocigar]

You want to be my #cigargirl

You can only feel pleasure when there is a cigar in your mouth and a flash in front of your eyes.

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[bob5079]

Yes

[bob5079]

I like that party