Missing Her
“I miss you…” Bradley admitted.
“You miss me or the way I made you feel?” Jenna asked.
“You. Every single day. Your voice. Your words…”
“You are conditioned. Would you still miss me even if I never hypnotized you again?”
“Yes. Yes. A thousand times Yes!”
“Good, but until then…”
Orgasmic bliss filled the room.
No real story behind this one other than wishing to go for something with a more “romantic” feel, so to speak.
I tried lots of different combinations before settling on this one. I saved the other attempts and may try to revisit them further down the line.
First Look
“What a mess! Outdated textures, frame pacing, chromatic aberration…” David noted.
Charles shrugged. “The lighting effects on the spells are nice.”
Yes, they were, like they were the only thing Cassandra had really worked on, and the only thing they should be focusing on… deeper and deeper…
They never made it past the first level.
A recent acquaintance of mine has been working on a game for some time now and, a couple of days ago, showed me his progress.
It’s supposed to be a fantasy RPG kind of thing but, for now, things are looking pretty rough. After being reminded of it today, I picked up the basic idea and made something new out of it.
Mindless Accusation
“Why are you so angry?” Ashley asked.
“Because you hypnotized me with that ring!” Clive vociferated.
“Preposterous!” She raised her voice. “I did no such thing! Take back that mindless accusation… now!”
“S-sorry,” he trembled.
“That’s more like it. You’re forgiven,” she kissed him on the right cheek. “By the way… I used my lipstick.”
Careful with what you go about saying, okay? Nobody likes falsehoods!
After Hours
“Our meeting was at eleven, Jay.”
“It’s only half past nine, Claudia.”
“P.M.,” she emphasized.
“Huh? Where did time go?”
“You tell me. Did you listen to the file I sent you last night?”
“Yes. And I even looped it… I think.”
“In that case…” she dropped her skirt.
Hypnotic worship beats work every time.
What a day!
I had to get up quite early to walk the dogs and quickly dash to work for a very long (and somewhat boring, truth be told) meeting. When it was finally done, I darted home to grab some lunch and pick up some things I had forgotten in the morning, only to leave again in a hurry because I had yet another meeting to attend to. This one was meant to be quick, but the hours flew by in an instant and next thing I knew it was almost dinner time. Upon arriving home again, I spent an hour taking care of some work-related unfinished businesses, ate a nice salad and out with the dogs again. In the midst of the walk, I received a phone call from a colleague of mine that dragged on for a while and…
I’m going to stop here. I was kept busy for too long, I’m tired, but I have a goal with this challenge and I intend to see it through. Naturally, all this talk about work conditioned my writing.