CBH
“Why are you crying your heart out, Bill?” Mandy asked.
“Because…” he gasped. “… you’re crushing my balls.”
She snapped her fingers. “What balls? I’m not seeing any balls. Are you?”
He looked down through the veil of trance and there was nothing there. The pain had subsided too.
Mandy smiled and buried the stiletto deep.
It’s time for another dirty piece, thus completing a sort of trifecta. Sort of, because the connections to previous writings aren’t 100% evident but I’m going to ask you to take my word for it and believe that they’re there. The title is a variation of a known acronym when it comes to BDSM.
The Wind Blows… Up
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How’s Jerusalem?”
“Jerusalem’s won…”
A blast made the ground tremble. The satellite call went dead for a few seconds.
“Was that an explosion?!!!”
“Yes. The Wailing Wall is safe, General. Can’t say the same about Montefiore Windmill though.”
Hypnotizing misogynistic sects with its spinning blades was great. Suicide bombers not so much.
Today’s piece – although standalone – will make more sense to you if you read my recent flash fiction All Aboard! first. Alexandra Ryder returns once again and Jerusalem is her next destination. Despite a simple variation, the original formula remains pretty much intact. This is not really erotic per se, more like a bit of dark humor with fetish overtones. Please take no offense with it all
Home Is Where Entrancement Is
Jeremy loved his place. It was perfect.
He loved the carpet where he knelt to lick her boots.
He loved the table where he bent over to receive her cock.
He mostly loved the bed where all of these fantasies (and more) came true.
Headphones on his ears, he drifted once again into mesmeric slumber.
They say home is where the heart is, don’t they? That’s certainly true to some extent, but heart and mind are intertwined. Thoughts are home too, and the same goes for fantasies for they’re a part of who we are no matter how much we try to deny them. Some seek them out in writing, others in real life, and many more do so in the realms of hypnotic recordings and videos that, for a few moments, create an alternate reality of fun and exploration. All of them are valid and all them make sense. Today’s piece celebrates the latter.
Hypnotic Delirium
“Keep it together,” Peter muttered.
The frenzy was back, such an irresistible urge. At first, he couldn’t grasp it, but now the strings were obvious and so was the pull. He was her forever puppet, but never a beast.
“Keep it together,” he repeated until the sweat was no more.
Only then, he happily complied.
Today’s piece is about (hypnotic) sub frenzy. The pull of trance and of the suggestions within can be practically irresistible but it is important to resist a little. Learning one’s reactions to it all, coming to terms with them, is vital in order for the experience to be worth having otherwise everything becomes too blurry, too confusing, and potentially hazardous. The thrill of peril is one thing. Actual peril, another one entirely different and surely this is to be avoided at all costs. Have fun but never turn it into something else.