To Flow or Not to Flow
“… and that was the dream,” Michael concluded.
“I see,” Jackie replied.
“I overshare, don’t I?” he hesitated.
“No. I’m glad you’re so open. It’s best to let things flow instead of bottling them up.”
“Right…” he thought of the mental barrier enveloping his cock and balls.
“But you still don’t get to cum!” she grinned.
The story behind this one is simple: I woke up at around 4 am following a very vivid dream and wrote it in a minute and a half or so. The end.
Révolution Mentale
La Marseillaise is echoing inside Pierre’s apartment, but things are different. The cadence is slower, the lyrics seem to drag on, and expressions of yore gain new meanings with each passing breath for, underneath the various layers of sound, the only voice that matters to him, whispers:
“Hypnotisé, contrôlé, dominé…”
“Oui, Maîtresse,” he repeats, endlessly.
Using another important date as inspiration this time around. Sporting rivalries aside, it’s time to shout Vive La France!
X Marks Doom
Max had already strayed from the path, but he didn’t care. The map in his hands ensured that; its powerful incantations giving birth to otherworldly desires. Mindlessly, he kept climbing the mountainside, straight into the raging storm ahead.
Within its eye, a Goddess of old waited for a new thrall. She would not be disappointed.
Maps don’t always take you to where you want to go, but to where a higher calling awaits, even if that means sinking into slavery. Feel free to follow Max. She won’t mind.
Old Friend, New Kink
Jack and Martha’s sweet reunion took a turn for the awkward when he asked
“What’s going on in your life?”
and she replied
“I became a Hypnodomme.”
“Huh?” he choked. “You mean someone who… hmmm… I mean… I’m…”
“… eager to learn more?” she teased, directing his attention to her eyes.
The lessons began shortly after.
Don’t you just love a warm get-together? I certainly do, especially the idea of this happening within it.