A Comment/Review on Nova’s “Hypnotic Spellcraft”

I mentioned in the past I’m not overly fond of second-person stories even though I use this artifice all the time in my short creations. However, I really enjoyed this one. I found Nova’s Hypnotic Spellcraft to be quite enticing from the start mostly because of this paragraph.

Call it hypnosis. Call it female essence. Call it magic. Even the most rational people give in to the power of their wonderful imagination when it comes to enchantment and female magic. Wouldn´t you agree? I think more erotic hypnosis stories should deal with that kind of subtle and immaterial power and maybe its inherent poetry which is not even necessarily connected to sexual pleasure, but can be born from purely aesthetic pleasure and from the warmth of magical thoughts.

 

I agree. If you’ve been following Spell… B-O-U-N-D for a while now, surely you’ve noticed most of my erotica doesn’t have a lot of sex in it, with many pieces focusing on feelings, sensations, vague impressions and whatnot. Hypnosis is somewhat mysterious, mind control even more. I don’t understand half of it no matter how much I try, yet things happen, feelings change, desires are born. It’s wonderful, really.

Reading that paragraph resonated with me but I also enjoyed the spell woven into the tale. It’s a lovely piece of poetry, one I feel inclined to quote in full because it’s really that good.

Words of spell you will obey, fog will rise now on your way.
Feel my fingers swirl around, to my will your feet are bound.
Fog will rise inside your mind, all true paths are dim and blind.
In your eyes you feel the night, no way out will reach your sight.

Touch of wind, feel spirals swirl, spell will bloom now and unfurl.
Feel my words now make you whole, spell be deep within your soul.
Leaf and flower, bog and fern, may your paths now twist and turn.
Grass and stone and bush and tree, all your paths lead back to me.

Caught you are within my maze, bound to seek my warm embrace.
Walk and search, so hard you´ll try, but my will you can´t defy.
Soft warm moss and slender tree, all around you speaks of me.
Gentle breeze and touch of hex, wind will whisper thoughts of sex.

Paths confused, arousal grow, soon to me your thoughts will flow.
Limbs grow tired, woods are deep, eyes grow heavy, need to sleep.
Root and sprout, entangled web, weary head warm in my lap.
Sun will sink and stars will gleam, go to sleep and feel my dream.

I don’t say this a lot but I wish I’d written those words because they’re wonderful. There’s more to this narrative of course, including a second part which, while also good, didn’t grab me as much as the first but the overall feeling of this piece ends up being one of wonderment and bliss and that’s a very good thing. You should go read it if you haven’t already. Trust me.

Thank you and until next time.

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