A Scene That Would Be Hot

I'm having this guy over. Maybe he's an ex of mine, maybe he's a coworker, maybe he's a date I don't know very well yet... regardless, our relationship is such that sexual things aren't supposed to happen yet. Or ever.

I still totally think he's hot, though. And I'm glad to see him, even a little anxious when I open the door and let him in. We start the evening's activities, whatever legitimate thing he was supposed to come over for. Dinner and catching up on each others' lives, perhaps, or small talk, or just general hanging out. Despite the platonic quality of our relationship, there's something sexy and intimate about the evening. Wine with dinner. Soft music playing. Low lighting. Touching accidentally, but not minding. Maybe the movie we're watching almost uncomfortably reflects elements of our relationship, or evokes feelings we didn't know we had.

Slowly, we find ourselves in each other's personal space. Accidental brushes become more frequent. We start looking at each other in a different way. I contemplate his lips, wondering what they'd feel like on mine; his hands, how they'd feel, oh, in my hair, around my back, holding me tightly, working their way down my torso to tease my thighs...

It feels warm, suddenly. I feel warm. I realize he's sitting very close. How did that happen...? But I'm perhaps a little too befuddled by the alcohol, or how good he smells, or our very proximity, to think too hard about that. His face, his lips, are so much closer than before. I stare. He clears his throat, and my eyes jump up to meet his. He looks... delicious, and also... hungry. I vaguely wonder if that's how I look as I realize how wet I've gotten. He's staring at my lips, too.

"We shouldn't," I murmur.
"Or should we," he replies, a wicked glint in his eyes, a half-smirk on those tempting lips... and then he reaches over, grabs my chin, and pulls me forward into a soft, smoldering kiss. Letting me up for air, he asks "More?" and I can only moan my agreement before we're kissing again, harder now, more insistently.

He moves to my neck, letting me make as much noise as I like as he kisses up and down, melting my thoughts away, oh it feels so good... and oh, just like I'd imagined, just like I'd hoped, his hands run down my torso to feel my legs, taut from pleasure. His fingers stroke the inside of my thighs and I moan, ohhhh yessss...






And then, of course, there's a number of ways it could go from here. We could end with some lovely fingering and a (well, relatively) vanilla orgasm, or he could tease me more and make me beg and pull my hair before he fingers me, or perhaps, if I'm really lucky, he'd put me under and give me some sexy suggestions.

I suspect I will have little trouble finding partners interested in doing all of these things to me. ;]

A Story About How Arel Is Really Fucking Suggestible

Hey guys! I'm really, really suggestible! Also: Sky still blue! Film at eleven!

No, seriously, I've known I tend to be more suggestible outside of trance (see: the spectacular results of that waking trance earlier this summer), but I hadn't realized to what extent. Here is how I found out: I've been a good college kid, so far; haven't gone to any parties and gotten really drunk like, um, you're supposed to do, or something. I mentioned a while ago (no, a while; like, a year ago) to Nauzy that I've always thought it might be hot to get drunk and have sex. This, I've since realized, is probably because of the cultural expectation that alcohol makes one less inhibited, and what is hypnosis if not lowering people's inhibitions?

So, Nauzy, even before we got into hypnosis, always agreed with me that it would probably be hot. We never got around to me trying anything alcoholic, though, till last weekend.

I considered this kind of a test run; a pilot study, if you will. I basically sampled all the liquors, and several liquers, that he had on hand (Nauzy's been overage much longer than I have :p), after eating dinner, which was mostly chicken. I had maybe a few mouthfuls total.

But, since I was having alcohol, and I don't know what my tolerance is like, I started feeling really... wierd, merely under the cultural suggestion that alcohol does things to you. I started feeling lightheaded and unsteady on my feet. I got giggly. And, most interestingly, I started feeling really aroused. No, really, I was really, really, really turned on. Most likely because I was feeling out-of-control, and of course Nauzy was there to be in control.

The most amusing part, though, is that of course I wasn't actually feeling the effects of alcohol whatsoever. I'd just had a bunch of protein, which slows the metabolization of alcohol, so there's no way I could be getting tipsy that quickly; and I didn't have much at all in the first place. So I can conclude that anything I felt was merely suggestion, which, you know, isn't surprising at all, what with all the other shenanigans I get up to :p

The sex after was completely vanilla but excellent, for the record. And I didn't much like any of the things I tried, except the Frangelico. I'm told it's an acquired taste. I suppose next weekend we'll see how I react to alcohol in reality. In the meantime, I'm thinking that it might make more sense for Nauzy to give me suggestions when I'm awake, if this is any indication. :p

In which I am very, very obedient

Okay, time I posted some sexy stuff. Nauzy and I have done some marvelous things of late. They seem to all blend together in my mind, though, so I am taking huge amounts of creative license.

I have gotten so very good at becoming so very blank and compliant when he so much as whispers in his Voice. Remember how I used to want so badly to go blank all the time? We don't even worry about it anymore, because when I'm under I might as well be blank. I get so receptive and calm and helpless and mmmm.

I mentioned to him that I thought it'd be particularly hot if he made me say things when I was under. So we got naked and he put me under when I wasn't even expecting it.

"I want you to repeat after me," he said. "'I am deeply hypnotized.'"
"I am deeply hypnotized."
"'I love being hypnotized.'"
"I love being hypnotized."
"'I am completely helpless.'"
"I am completely helpless."
It feels good to be helpless. I love being helpless. It feels so wonderful to be helpless. How does it feel to be helpless? So wonderful.

It actually wasn't as hot as I'd thought it would be. But it was still pretty nice. Somewhere in there I have a vague memory of him giving me suggestions that I loved obeying him, and I'd want to obey him even when I was awake.

..that one was hot. And it worked oh so well. The next night we were saying goodnight out at my car, and he made an offhand comment about how obedient I was and how much I would love kneeling and doing his bidding... and all of a sudden I noticed that my knees were giving way. I was starting to kneel without even having been given a direct command!

"Uh, d'you really want me to kneel in the parking lot...?" I asked. He pulled me back up and kissed me. "Probably not, no. But you are a very obedient, good girl, aren't you?"

I squirmed.

First Security Check

So, remember once upon a time Nauzy gave me a few security suggestions, because I was having trust issues? Well, we found that they work remarkably well.

I told him last week that it would be hot if he put me under and I woke up being fucked, not remembering anything in between. Kind of like what Claire wanted in chapter three of Busman's Holiday (terrible that I know that :p). Apparently the idea appealed to him too, because that's what he set out to do when I let him have his way with me this weekend.

He used a trigger he put in a while back where he kind of shouts "sleep!" and I go under. I prefer one where he doesn't shout, but as long as I go deep it doesn't really matter in the end. :p He rambled a while, and I went further down, then he used a staircase deepener. I really like his staircase deepeners; I'm usually terrible about visualization, but they work well for me. Probably because I'm sleep-deprived and can relate oh-so thoroughly to the idea of wanting to just tumble into a big bed with soft, fluffy pillows...

Eventually I was pretty much out (navy blue, but definitely not blank), so he started to take my clothes off. Now, the room was cold, and even though I was in his bed under some blankets, my naked self started to get cold, and colder still when he moved the blankets to hop in with me. But I was deep, so I'd go along with what he wanted, then think, "but I'm cooold, and what is he doing; I should wake up and say something..." and then I'd be like, "but I'm sooo comfortable right now, I don't wanna wake up..." and I'd kick my skirt off my ankles or whatever.

Here I will note that being hypnotized seemed to override my reflex to shiver; I just didn't.

Eventually we were both naked, and he moved to see how wet I was. He dipped a finger in me, and I heard, "oh, you are a bit wet..." Now you guys all know that sex just does not feel good if the woman's not wet (unless she's a masochist, and let me tell you, I am the anti-masochist :p). I didn't question the fact that I'd been under for a while, and hypnosis rarely fails to make me eight kinds of dripping... but I was hypnotized. So my poor literal subconscious was all, "okay, I'm not that wet; he'll talk to me some more or something." But I felt Nauzy move to enter me, and my eyes flew open and I said, terrified, "but I'm not wet!"

And then it was kind of awkward, because I was completely awake (and I mean completely awake) and Nauzy felt terrible, and I felt violated on some level. Which bothered me, because nothing bad had happened and I shouldn't've wanted to curl up fully clothed somewhere else. But the evening ended on a sour note, unfortunately.

Nevertheless, I try to keep a glass-half-full frame of mind, and the plus side is that I didn't hesitate to wake up when I felt I was in danger (yes, any kind of pain is danger to me. :p). So my security works well, and that's good.