I could hypnotize you, you know.
I could ramble on and on about your breathing... how each breath in feels cleansing, and each breath out feels relieving.
I could talk about breathing. I could tell you reading this feels like a bedtime story... the nice, calming reading you before falling asleep.
I could go on and on about how these words you're reading keep you actively engaged... eager to absorb every new word you see... longing to see what I have to say next with gleeful anticipation. I could do that.
I could add in that reading these words feels pacifying... relaxing even. Like you're okay with anything I say in agreement... after all, I can only tell you what's true. It only makes sense. Like if I said my words were just too nice to ignore or too relaxing to keep out of your mind. It's just that much easier. Easier. Calmer. Like my words mean so much to you. Like you need them.
Like you can't help but keep reading... you need these words of mine. Words that could tell you how nice I make you feel or how calm your mind is or how drowsy you feel...like these words are some sort of magic incantation... I could do that. I could draw attention to how I've unleashed a warm wave of dopamine and endorphins in your head, and how your brain feels extra mushy now... like it just makes sense to keep reading... and realizing each word I say releases a microburst of pleasure. Like they are now. Like even if you wanted to stop reading, you feel too good to want to stop. So you decide you want to keep reading. A very good decision.
In fact, my words are more than just words... they're enticing nuggets of pleasure... you want more. You need more. You crave more. I'd be happy to oblige, of course. However, I think you're wearing far too many clothes. Yes. Too many. This will not to. No. You need to be naked, of course. If you keep reading with clothes on, I know my words will stop giving that delicious rush you love so much. So go ahead. Take off your clothes.
There. Much better. And look, not only do my words still work, but they're even stronger now. I imagine you're already pretty horny. That's perfectly fine. You can keep reading while stroking your sex. Go ahead, I don't mind. Like I said, I could hypnotize you, but you know by now I wouldn't take advantage of you. I'd just have a nice chat with you... a chat where you let yourself touch yourself because that's very normal. A chat where you slowly let yourself feel all the sexy feelings bubble up inside you. A chat where you see I'm still talking and my words only get stronger and sexier with each passing moment, but you might have stopped really paying attention just so you could make yourself unbearably horny. Why else would you be naked? You must be so horny, even a little slutty. That's okay. In fact, why don't you cum and we can talk more when you're done?
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