Dessert
“There’s a hole in my heart,” Brad said.
“Because Juri gave you a sweet taste of hypnotic submission and now you want something real you can’t have?” Alan asked.
“That too but her cousin is also a Kijo and she’s been feeding on me since we met.”
“Ouch!”
“I’m glad you’re here. She wants dessert.”
Today’s piece is a bit of erotic horror, partially inspired by Japanese folklore. A Kijo is a supernatural entity, a female Oni from the legends. They come in all shapes and sizes though they are usually described as being somewhat grotesque. I don’t envision the one in this tale as being such despite her “food” tastes. In a way. this is also somewhat funny, I guess.
Stream of Consciousness
“Where are my car keys?”
“Did I leave the stove on?”
“I’m going to be late for work… again!”
“The report sucks. She’s going to hate it.”
“Another coffee stain?”
“Stop… stop… STOP!”
“Easy now… happy thoughts. Think about her… her eyes… her voice…”
“Sleep would be nice… yes!”
“Obey.”
“Obey her.”
“Obey her always.”
Hello once more. The theme of today’s entry is focus. In fact, the overall premise is simply this: stray thoughts becoming focused on something important. It’s written as an internal monologue of sorts, the voice of consciousness making itself heard if you will. It’s simple but so is focusing if one simply allows it to happen.
A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far Far Away…
Star Wars Episode LXIX – Rinse and Repeat
We continue to try to milk the franchise. There’s a new Empire, a new Resistance, danger everywhere… the usual stuff. At least the bad guy is a bad girl now and uses the Dark Side of the Force to condition everyone into believing this is worth watching. Enjoy!
Today’s piece is meant to be silly through and through. I saw The Last Jedi yesterday. No, there’ll be no spoilers in this post. It was okay but Star Wars was way more appealing to me at a young age. I suspect things will continue long before Episode IX hits so I wrote one of my own.
She Wins
“Yes!” Angela shouted, gleefully.
“Why are you so happy?” Peter asked.
“One hundred hypnoslaves in ten days… I win!”
“Not quite.”
“Explain yourself.”
“Remember Jack? He’s been pretending all along and since our bet expires in three minutes…”
“I still win because I only need one to put you under.”
Fifty-five seconds to be precise.
Are you a gambling person? Do you love bets? I don’t unless we’re just playing for fun. Still, betting against a woman usually means losing even if she doesn’t have mesmeric powers on her side. Of course, losing can be winning in the end so… Around here, one thing is certain: women are in charge so it’s only natural that they win.