“Mister Weirdo’s Encounter with Dr. DuBois”

She let out a sigh of exasperation. Every time he opened his mouth, it was about another woman, and yet here he was, blissfully unaware that he was in the company of the world’s most renowned sexual hypnotist.

She felt a rush of annoyance, her eyes rolling so dramatically it seemed the world might spin with them. “If he doesn’t pick up on social cues soon, I might just have to show him a thing or two,” she mused.

Little did he realize the identity of the woman he was casually chatting with in an ordinary living room, in the dusty town of Tucson.

“Would you like to continue discussing this, or would you prefer some help in navigating your feelings about these other women?”

She rose from her chair, clearly exasperated, and approached him with a confidence that momentarily took him aback.

At first, he had misunderstood her, assuming she was a reserved blonde simply looking for friendship or a fleeting connection. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Her intent was far more complex: she aimed to challenge his very sense of reality.

She settled next to him, her eyes locked onto his. Her fingers traced the path along her sun-drenched, smooth legs, reaching the edge of her short shorts. The defined muscles and tone of her legs spoke volumes.

“Do you want to continue discussing these women? Or would you prefer some rest?”

He felt drained, both mentally and physically. The day’s events had left him with little energy to even think straight. Sleep appeared enticing. However, he barely knew this woman.

She maintained eye contact with him, and began to undo the buttons of her shorts, gradually revealing her legs as she slid them smoothly down. He glanced up, a hint of realization in his eyes, and remarked, “You didn’t just mean sleep, did you?”

She replied with a sly smirk, “Obviously.”

“Do you often miss the obvious like most men?” she inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Use my body to keep you alive.”

“Who are you, truly, Kelly?”

“I’m the one who brings men nearer to the divine.”

He rolled his eyes.

A tattoo of Mother Mary graced her right forearm. He pondered whether it was a relic from her past or if there was another reason behind it. Why would someone, especially this freckled blonde, choose such an emblem? Perhaps she truly did have a connection to the divine.

Perhaps he was dreaming. The surreal nature of the moment prompted him to pinch his arm. But no, this wasn’t a figment of his imagination. There she was, very real, sans clothing, with her shorts discarded nearby, casting him a playful smile.

“Have you ever experienced hypnosis?” she asked.

“Is that actually effective?” he countered.

She shifted closer, her knee gently brushing against his. Her hand gracefully moved from her chest, gliding down across her nipples and her stomach, with a gesture suggesting intimacy. She brought her finger to her lips, tasting it as one would relish a favored condiment.

Was he just a side dish or the main course?

“Mmm,” she murmured, clearly relishing the moment and playfully taunting him.

He chuckled, letting go of any reservations. It felt as though he was being lulled into a trance, venturing into uncharted territory.

“You invite me over for a beer and now you’re undressed. What’s happening here?”

“My love, close your eyes and recall every pleasurable sensation you’ve ever felt. Multiply those feelings tenfold, and then some. And you’re still no where close to where I’m about to spin your mind.”

He wasn’t entirely sure about the next steps, yet he noticed his cock becoming increasingly stiff, and he knew he wanted her playing with it. Like she was toying with his thoughts, messing with him.

“Imagine a moment when you felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, a time when every cell in your body vibrated.”

Her fingers ventured to his thighs, his shorts still firmly in place.

“You want to remove those?” she inquired with a suggestive tone.

He swiftly discarded his shorts, sending them flying across her living room.

She grasped his face, engaging him in a fiery kiss before playfully nudging him away. Her eyes sparkled as they met his, and she murmured, “Sweet dreams are made of these…”

“Now I need you to focus because I want you to explore hypnosis. Okay. So imagine for a moment that of pleasure. It could be a memory, a touch, or a sound. Now, envision that pleasure concentrating at the tips of your lips, like a budding flower waiting for the first rays of sun to bloom fully.

As I suck your cock, recall this sensation, and let this feeling of pleasure grow stronger and more vibrant.”

She transitioned from the couch to the floor, her tits moving with her every motion, her soft pink nipples standing erect. Her desire burned hotter than his, evident in her passion. She derived great satisfaction from her teasing.

She took this cock into her mouth, creating a gentle suction with her lips, and she showed no intention of stopping. Her eyes remained locked onto his.

She took it out of her mouth and asserted, “Recall that pleasure… amplify it by ten. Now, let it radiate through every part of your body. Feel the tingling sensation spreading.”

The sensation coursed through him like an intense wave, spreading across his skin and flowing down his back, enveloping his cock.

She resumed her sucking, intensifying her efforts, skimming her tongue on the back and to the top.

She retuned to sucking it. With increased intensity and speed, she skillfully maneuvered her tongue, savoring his taste.

Warm and velvety, akin to a surging heat, reminiscent of the satisfaction of a cold beer after a long bike ride.

She looked up at him, his cum oozing out of her mouth, she wiped it away. She grinned, giggled, and started to caress her clit.

“Mmm,” she purred, thoroughly indulging in the moment.

“Spread your legs and show me how you please yourself,” he instructed.

She complied, opening her legs.

“Can I share a story with you?”

“Of course, but continue pleasuring yourself,” he responded, grasping himself firmly and watching her with growing excitement.

“Okay. Ready?”

“Yeah…”

“Well In a charming village where the boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, an ancient legend prevailed. The locals whispered about a special kind of kiss, one not exchanged in the waking hours but reserved for dreamers.

Within this town, the mundane world paled in comparison to the enchantment of dreams. When two souls encountered each other within the realms of their dreams, their connection transcended the limits of the conscious world, forging a bond more profound and intimate than any they could ever hope to find while awake.”

“Kiss me then.”