Love Suck Romeo [Erotic Hypnosis]

Her fingers delicately rested on his thigh, sensing the subtle tremors of anticipation coursing through him. With every word she spoke, she captured him further, compelling him to hang on to her every breath.

She had already ignited both his body and mind, a sensation he longed to feel again. Despite the depth of his affection for her, he hesitated to verbalize his love, fearful that uttering those words might risk driving her away once more.

She had never experienced the kind of love that a woman truly deserves from a man. As if a plague were sweeping through, men of her generation seemed to be withering away — caught up in their own entitlement and, in the process, losing remarkable women.

Or maybe she was just a whore.

He was never sure whether she was being truthful, semi-truthful, or just feeding him the lines he’d wanted to hear for so long.

He sensed it — the unspoken significance of their connection — and chose to let the moment envelop them.

As their lips met in a kiss that was more than just a simple meeting of mouths, he understood they had both been yearning for this intimacy for quite some time. Feeling the magnetism, she leaned in, pressing her body ever closer to his.

As he delicately unfastened the buttons of her blouse, his thoughts spiraled into a vortex of pleasure with each button he released, his body tingling with sensations he had never before felt.

He was a swirl of conflicting emotions. Enamored, yet infuriated with her, he felt a tension he couldn’t resolve. As much as he wanted to lash out, it was love that held him back. With her intelligence and delicacy, she provoked him like no other woman, amplifying his internal struggle.

He was torn between the impulse to lash out and the desire to draw her close. The real challenge, though, was not knowing how to walk away from her. He honestly, wanted to punch her, hard.

He’d been acting as if she was a ghost for years, yet she still occupied prime real estate in his thoughts. Her voice echoing in his mind, her touch still tangible, her scent still fresh, and her taste still indelible. She was an inescapable part of him.

This is why he steered clear of making love to her. It felt like an addictive substance, a captivating spell, a unique experience he knew he couldn’t replicate with anyone else. And so he remains stuck, desiring what he knows could be his undoing.

I want you to go into trance Peter. I want you to go into trance now. And taste my thighs, and how you covered me in you, and licked every bit of it off. You were aware that I enjoyed the sensation of tasting it in my mouth, transferred from yours, as we savored the essence of our spoken words trickling down our throats. Or perhaps you’re not even Peter. Maybe Peter happens to be my most treasured… subject.

We all have our little joys in life, don’t we? Sunsets, lobster, watermelon — everyone has a favorite. As you read this, I’d like you to consider me another one of those favorites, making a home in every corner of your thoughts.

Ah, Peter, you’re a presence I’ll always miss. Fascinating how the mind can create what the heart wants to hold.

Kali DuBois

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