It’s Not Funny
The woman’s thong looked ridiculous on him.
“It’s not funny, Jess,” Matthew complained.
“You’re right, it’s hilarious!”
“I don’t even like purple!”
“Are you sure it’s not your favorite color?”
“No, I mean yes, yes. I’m sure.”
Time to take care of that then,” she snapped her fingers.
He blushed and dropped into trance again.
Just a random impromptu, the first thing that came to mind, really. I know how much you enjoy the feminization pieces so I added another one to the lot before Year 3 of this challenge is done and dusted.
Unlike Matthew over there, purple is in fact one of my favorite colors though green takes the top spot any day of the week. I wouldn’t wear a thong though, hypnosis or not but if you would, more power to you, just as long as you have fun.
I can’t believe the end of yet another year is nigh. I wonder what 2019 will bring.
Blackout
“Is the power out again?” Clark asked.
“I’m afraid so,” Janine replied, candle in hand.
“Fuck, no hockey game then!”
“That’s not a bad thing. We can always play something else…” she cooed.
“Like what?”
“How about ‘hypnoslave’?”
“Is that a real thing?”
“It’s very real.”
“What are the rules?”
“Just look into my eyes…”
So… my street is undergoing some dumb maintenance jobs (I know it’s required from time to time but it’s still dumb) and for some reason, the workers keep knocking the power down. We’ve had three outages in three consecutive days, the last of which lasted almost six hours. It’s pretty much unacceptable, enough to make me pissed mostly because it scares my dogs.
This one came to me while I held a candle to my face to navigate around the house. I would rather play her game than having to put with this crap.
Sorry for the rant but I needed to vent somehow.
He Screamed
“Well?” Chloe looked at Dan with hopeful eyes.
“It’s delicious,” he mumbled. “Creamy, a bit salty but man… best ice-cream ever!”
“Really? I’m glad you like it so much but Dan…”
“What is it?”
“It’s no ice-cream,” she snapped her fingers.
Dan woke up with his best friend’s leaking cock in his mouth. He screamed.
It’s a horrible day outside and by horrible, I really mean it. It’s cold, it’s rainy, it’s windy, it feels like the whole sky is unfolding and collapsing. I like rain but looking out my window right now is seriously depressing so I’m closing the blinds. Strangely enough, I could go for an ice-cream right now.
Yeah, it’s true. I hope I’m not the only one that loves to eat ice-creams in Winter. Well, it’s not officially Winter yet but almost. They’re tasty when it’s hot but I also love them when it’s cold. If the weather wasn’t so nasty outside, I would go out to buy one.
So how did I go from ice-creams to what happened above? I don’t know, felt like writing something dirty, I guess. I don’t want one of those but if forced cocksucking is a fetish of yours, you’re probably licking your lips right now? Keep on doing so and until tomorrow.
Christmas Tree
“Jill?”
“Yes, sis?”
“Your husband is in the living-room…”
“… wrapped in Christmas lights, I know. He refused to help with the decorations so…”
“… you hypnotized him into believing he was a tree?”
“Exactly.”
“Fuck! So… hmmm… do you need help with anything?”
“Yes.”
“With what?”
“Well…”
She needed another tree. Her mother is still shocked.
Yesterday’s piece was a bit on the dark side so I decided early on today’s wouldn’t be. I did some light decoration myself earlier in the morning, nothing special really for there is no point in having a tree when I also have a four year-old dog who, sometimes believes he’s a cat and knocks everything down so…
Anyway, decorating has never been my strong suit but I would gladly help a woman do it if asked but I know some folks who wouldn’t. Thinking about them, I began writing this one and the punchline came to me because I’m often asked to have more F/F elements in my tales so…
If you need a tree, ask Jill, but be careful not to become one yourself. Only 15 days until 2018 and this challenge both come to an end.