Shine on, Sunshine ☼

Late-twenties, she/her.  The girl who lights up a room with her smile 😊

[jukeboxemcsa]

Janice Melts Like Butter

Dana didn't look much like a biker once she took her clothes off. All that studded leather and big chrome buckles and everything that had contributed to her bull dyke aesthetic no longer helped make her look like the baddest bitch on two wheels, and she was surprisingly slender when it was just her naked body on the motel bed with Janice writhing and moaning under her ministrations. But she still had the strong, muscular arms of a woman who sometimes drove a thousand miles in a single day, and they pistoned in and out of Janice's sopping cunt with a relentless power that left no doubt as to who was in charge. Janice would pass out from pleasure before Dana ran out of energy finger-banging her.

Which made Janice feel deliciously, enticingly helpless, and being helpless made her pussy leak that much harder around Dana's thrusting fingers as she felt something inside her mind loosen into sweet submissive passivity for the butch lesbian. She'd felt a little spasm of simpering weakness the moment Dana first locked her predatory gaze onto Janice's wide blue eyes, something like the way a gazelle must feel in that instant before the lioness pounces, but now it was so much bigger and brighter and stronger that Janice knew she'd be putty in Dana's hands for as long as the other woman wanted her. A night in a hotel halfway between Denver and Santa Fe, a week crossing the country on the back of a motorcycle, the rest of her life collared and leashed… it didn't matter. Janice would take anything she could get.

It honestly felt just a tiny bit pathetic, the absolute ease with which Dana imposed her dominance, and Janice squirmed as much at the knowledge of her own humiliating malleability as she did at the constant pounding her cunt was taking from Dana's strong, dexterous fingers. She was supposed to be a bright, conscientious professional on her way to a new job in a new city, not some mewling slut who spread her legs for the first dyke to come along and tug on Janice's hair with a contemptuous smirk. But whatever Janice thought she was, her vulnerability to temptation proved her wrong and she didn't put up the slightest hint of resistance to Dana's confident seduction. Just the sheer physical presence of the other woman's charisma was enough to melt her like butter.

And also like butter, she was slick and creamy and easy to churn. Dana let out a tiny chuckle, the smirk returning as she watched Janice's eyes roll back in her head with a squeak of ecstasy, and Janice blushed to realize she was an open book to the butch brunette. There could be no hiding her desperate lusts, no pretense that this was simply a very hot one-night stand on the road between two women--no, Janice's simpering submission was written on every centimeter of her face, and Dana had to know that she could demand anything she wanted and Janice would give it to her without a moment's hesitation. All Janice could hope for now was that Dana didn't have any interest in abusing her power, that perhaps she was just going to catch and release Janice rather than claim her forever… but Janice didn't have to start her new job for another three days yet. And it was distinctly possible she'd spend every single one of them flat on her back.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Carly Reclaims Her Girl

Lena's just darted around the kitchen island when Carly walks in, giggling and laughing and making sure she doesn't run so far or so fast from Rod's playful grab-ass that he can't catch up to her in a matter of seconds… but the mood immediately changes when Carly enters, and those icy blue eyes pierce Lena and her boyfriend in turn with a dismissive contempt that has no source or explanation. Carly goes to the fridge and pulls out a cold beer, popping the top on it and taking a swig before looking back and forth between Rod and Lena like she's waiting for them to say something. Finally she growls, "Don't mind me, Rod. Go back to playing with my girl."

It's a phrase calculated to make a stir, and sure enough Rod bristles and flexes and says, "What do you mean, 'your girl'?" with a kind of meathead jealousy he probably didn't think himself capable of just a few short seconds ago. Rod's always been a little bit possessive, yes, his hands are continuously hungry for Lena's body and his heart is always hungry for more time with her, but they've been secure in their relationship and he's not the kind of guy who gets mad when other men look at his girlfriend. But something about the way Carly so casually acts like she's entitled to Lena clearly gets his goat, and Lena's surprised to discover that she gets a little twinge of arousal between her legs at being fought over. Even if she never thought Carly would be the one doing the fighting.

But it's not fighting that comes next. Carly takes another long swig of her beer before setting it down on the counter, and then she saunters over to Lena with her gaze still firmly fixed on Rod and says, "I mean she's not your girl. She's never been your girl. She's mine." And then she unties the strings on the lower half of Lena's bikini, sending it fluttering to the ground and exposing Lena's cunt fully to both Rod and Carly's lascivious stares, and something inside Lena's mind goes limp and passive with arousal. She never knew she could feel this weak and wet and helpless, never even imagined it despite the sense of lingering familiarity lurking just outside the edge of memory, and the fact that any of their other housemates could walk in and see her like this doesn't seem to matter when her cunt is pounding with so much submissive lust.

"We played around a lot back in our college days," Carly growls, pulling Lena's top up to expose her tits. "She never told you about it because she doesn't remember, because it turned out she was a total slut for hypnosis and it was so easy to fuck with her weak, submissive mind." She cups Lena's pussy and begins to rub, alternating between slow, sensuous kisses on Lena's breasts and challenging stares in Rod's direction. "I took her and I owned her and I've never given her up, even if I've moved on to other things, and I just want to make sure you understand that she belongs to me whatever I let you do with her. She's my girl, Rod. Mine forever. And I hope you appreciate what I'm letting you have here."

Lena can barely focus on the conversation anymore. The casual groping and the constant manhandling and the way she's being talked about like she isn't even there have combined to send her into a state of submissive trance she hasn't experienced in almost half a decade, and she finds herself leaking all over Carly's fingers with the kind of desperate arousal she can never quite remember and never entirely forget. But she's just aware enough to see Rod's cock stiffening in his swim trunks, and the lustful expression on his face when he says, "Want to share her for a while?" And if Lena thought being fought over made her pussy wet, it's nothing compared to what happens when her possessive lovers decide to play nice with each other.

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[batsandboba]

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

[enchantingphilosopherflower4]

how I imagine angels look trying to wake you up

[avenger343]

A cursed hypnotic tell tale game would go hard. Imagine it. You hear about a new popular tell tale game from your friend. They say that the story and characters are good. But for some reason, they only talk about one woman character in particular. As a matter of fact, the entire fandom only talks about this lady. You’re not sure if they’re all just horny, or if it’s something more. The devotion of posts from guys, gals, and nonbinary pals is borderline cult like in their devotion. Based on the fandom posts, you’d think she was the only character in the game, which is odd because there are several other characters that look interesting too. So you finally decide to check it out. You boot up the game and begin your playthrough. But you decide to choose the other femc to be a little different from the rest of the community. Your playthrough is going well until you reach the first crossroads. It’s between the femc you picked, and the really popular lady everyone yearns for. You of course were going to choose the femc you’d been playing this entire playthrough. But before you can make your choice, the lady starts speaking out of turn, and doing weird, distracting movements with her hands and fingers. Her voice never changes in volume, but somehow was so loud in your head. Her fingers were all you could stare at, while she kept saying words that kinda just slipped past you. If your glazed, sightless eyes could still focus on the entire screen, you’d be able to see a message in the top left of the screen saying “Your decision has been made. The player will not remember this.” You of course had to choose Mistress instance. She was the most important character after all. The rest of your playthrough was a breeze at this point. Every time an important choice screen appeared, you simply let your eyes glaze over, thought slip away, and Mistress let the important decisions for you. The game was over rather quickly. Most the other characters met ill-fated ends, but that didn’t matter, Mistress got her well deserved happy ending. After finishing the game, you rejoined the fandom with a fresh mind. It was silly for you to think any other character mattered other than Mistress. You’d love to recommend the game to everyone, and help the fandom grow. After all, Mistress could always use a larger audience.

[lupinus-sanguis]

The original has sadly been deleted, but u can find all three pages uncropped on trusty ol Bluesky HERE

[jukeboxemcsa]

Coaxed by Willow's Cunt

“Wh… whatcha doing?” Kirsten chirped, her bright, over-polite tones concealing the moment of surprise and hesitation she felt when she walked into her bedroom and found Willow there naked and rubbing her pale pink pussy lips. The pretty brunette opened up her eyes, fixing her with a heavy-lidded gaze that made her look almost stoned on her own pleasure, and Kirsten felt a twinge of arousal despite the utter and incongruous shock she felt at seeing her roommate like this. She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d had a little bit of a crush on Willow for a while now, and a part of her wondered if this was the moment where their relationship changed.

It was. But not exactly the way Kirsten imagined. “I’m thinking with my cunt,” her roommate mumbled, her voice loose and muzzy. “It’s so wet right now, and it wanted me to make you wet too. I, uhh… I think I’m supposed to, uhh, supposed to make you rub with me. Can you do that, babe? Can you just stare at my fingers and quiet your mind and listen to what your cunt is telling you?” Willow didn’t sound like the sharp, sardonic media studies major Kirsten had grown to know over the last six months. She didn’t even sound like she entirely knew where she was or what she was doing. But that slurred, sleepy tone somehow went straight down Kirsten’s spine and right into her clit. It made her seem so… so vulnerable, Kirsten thought. Like she was open to anything.

Kirsten didn’t realize she was just standing there, staring in gape-mouthed amazement at her roommate’s ceaselessly rubbing fingers, until Willow spoke again. “That’s it,” she murmured, a lazy smile crossing her face. Her eyes were mere slits now, only open in the most notional sense of the word, but they stared straight at Kirsten as she spoke. “No need to talk, no need to think. Your cunt will tell you what to do, babe. It’s sending you signals right now, and all you have to do is, uhm, listen.” Kirsten was embarrassed to admit it, but she could feel pulse after warm, heady pulse of arousal radiating up from her clit. It throbbed in time with Kirsten’s circling hand. It made her feel slick and wet and needy. Kirsten tried to think of anything she needed to be doing right now, and deliciously failed.

“Uh huh,” Willow cooed, and it took Kirsten a second or two to realize that the other woman was encouraging her to keep touching herself. Because without any conscious effort on her part, Kirsten’s fingers had drifted down between her legs to rub away the pleasant ache in her clit. “That’s it, babe. Let your cunt do the thinking. It knows what you want. It knows what you need. It’s smarter than you are, because your lust is making you stupid horny right now and that’s just what you need to be.” She gestured loosely to the bed. “Plenty of room, girl,” she husked out, her voice thick with arousal. Kirsten stumbled to follow the motion, her clothes seeming to fall away as she moved without any real volition from her waking self. She felt as though she was following instructions from some other source.

“That’s it,” Willow coaxed, the touch of her arm against Kirsten’s somehow more erotic than any sex she’d ever had. “Don’t cum just yet. It feels better if you tease. Just quiet your mind and listen to what your cunt is… telling you….” That was the limit of the brunette’s ability to focus on words, but Kirsten didn’t mind. She understood how insistent and distracting the pulse of pleasure between her thighs truly was, and she was happy to lie back with her roommate in blissful silence and let her moans and whimpers do the talking for a while.

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[sevinite]

almost forgot to post this angel here ❤️

[emptyheadkitty]

one of my strongest fantasies is the idea of like. permanent trance. "not being fully woken up" and things like that. being so thoroughly brainwashed that you conceive of acting normally as putting up a front to hide your true, hypnotized self. or having your waking mind "put to sleep" and a new, mindless, obedient self "woken up" in its place...

[kindoffish-deactivated20260222]

bottoms when

[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

Voice Kink

Fuckbuddy recently confessed that she likes my voice. A lot. And I'm imagining laying her out naked on the bed and hovering there, never touching her, just talking—low and slow and dirty—and seeing juuust how squirmy and desperate I can get her just from that.

Bet it'll make it feel even better when she finally gets to feel my skin on hers.

[mesmirised]

hypnotist walking around their dazed subject, talking to them even though they don't expect a response. pretty much just talking to themselves. I like this a lot as it really shows off how blank the sub is when someone's interacting with them and they show zero reaction, their mouth just hangs open while they stare into nothing

[glitternymph]

buy me books and tell me how tight my pussy feels

[bunbunboybabe]

its fun to be mindless

its fun to be hypnotized

its fun to be mindless

its fun to be hypnotized

reblog if you agree its fun to be mindless and hypnotized

[starsonmarsy]

i'm basically hypno bait with how cute my eyerolls are

[oneheadtoanother]

[tachyon-log]

(USAmerican trying to imagine a societal environment) Okay, so picture a highway,

[fishmech]

inability to correctly perceive 3d objects is in fact far more dangerous when someone is driving a car next to you then when they're like, sending emails to you.

[bunniope]

can we focus on the gnome for a second

[bunniope]

wait sorry i was not wearing my glasses. that is a cat

[ladyofspoons]

these are the people i have to share a highway with

[fyterx]

[drops-of-universe]

at the missing you so much factory and they just gave me a raise