A World Without War
The UN Delegates were outraged. Lilith blew a kiss at them and smiled.
“I promised you a world without war and I delivered. What do you say now, gentlemen?”
“We say that enslaving us all wasn’t part of the deal!” The US representative said.
“Don’t sign the contract with your dick next time…” She grinned.
We’re a belligerent species, you know that. We make war all the time for the pettiest of reasons. It’s pure madness and yet we live in it. Can’t say I enjoy it because I’m not much for conflict myself but it’s quite hard to change mentalities on a global level through normal means.
Enter the supernatural. Lilith, The First Woman, has been a regular in recent writings of mine so I decided to use her again. Want men to stop waging war? Enslave them and the problem is fixed.
Dessert
“Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon…” Robert mused.
“Luckily, we don’t have that problem…” Vanessa retorted.
“Hypnosis again?” He snuggled next to her.
“As appetizer…”
“What about dessert?”
“I’ll tell you when we get there…”
Lazily, he drifted into trance, dreaming of half-open legs.
The first sentence of this piece is a quote by English author Susan Ertz from her book Anger in the Sky. Seeing I’ve never read it, I can’t in good honesty recommend it to you all but I’ve been familiar with this particular passage for a while now and today I decided to use it. I highly doubt there are femdom hypnosis scenes in that story but they certainly exist in mine. This little snippet was written with a romantic vibe because who doesn’t love those, too? And yes, it’s raining around here, right now.
Nothing But Teeth
“Will you let me… play with your mind?” Claire asked, tongue sliding across Ambrose’s chest.
“No.” He grumbled.
“Why not?”
“The last time you did, I was arrested for exposure.”
“Fun times…” She pinched his nipples. “How about your body then?”
“No.” He pushed her. “Bite me!”
“Okay…”
Nothing but teeth wrapped around his cock…
Yesterday’s piece was romantic in nature so today I had to write something different. Sure, you can argue the playfulness between Claire and Ambrose is somewhat romantic too but that’s not what I had in mind when I wrote it. Saying “no” to a woman sometimes has consequences, especially if her teeth are sharp. One should always be careful with their choice of words. Always.
Protection
Everyone was making fun of her for covering her eyes instead of her mouth and nose.
“That’s not how you wear a mask, bitch!” A muscled man said.
“It’s for your own protection…” she replied.
“Protect this!” He smirked, ripping the cloth. Their eyes met.
There is a new human statue in the park now.
Strange day, today. Ever since my quarantine vacations, going back to work on Tuesdays has been a surreal experience, now even more so. I mentioned in the past not feeling particularly safe there now because the necessary measures haven’t been implemented yet. While there have been some breakthroughs in that regard, there’s still a lot to be done. I’m not the only one who feels this way but I tend to feel things more intensely than others so…
Anyway, masks are mandatory now when going shopping, riding the bus, etc. I haven’t done the latter for a while now but saw something by a traffic light that inspired this one. I saw a woman leaning against a window, trying to adjust it to breathe better, I suppose. However, she handled it in such a strange way that the mask kind of snapped, covering her eyes like a blindfold for a second. Someone inside the bus waved as this happened and some words were exchanged. The light became green and the bus moved on.
I have no idea what transpired inside that bus but seeing that woman in such a bizarre predicament at that moment evoked strange ideas in me as if she were Lady Justice or perhaps a modern Medusa, covering her eyes to not hurt anyone with her stone gaze. Yeah, I chose the last scenario as a basis for this one. You may argue there’s no mind control in this one but not the way I see it because if the mind believes it, the body follows suit. People can be hypnotized to act like statues so perhaps our mystery woman was a hypnotist after all. Who knows, really?