Author: Francie

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Poor Sleeping Beauty. The dreams you dream while under a spell are challenging to remember. All I know is that I was falling and falling. In a never-ending, spiraling pace that almost felt like floating. No matter how far or how fast I was falling, I was trapped in the dream. Unable to wake up until he came for me.

I heard his heavy footsteps as he broke into my bedchambers. I’m not sure how long I’d been falling for, but I knew instantly that he wasn’t here to save my kingdom. Instead, he had come to claim his prize, and even as I fell, I knew the claiming would be rough.

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Watching you get ready for bed makes me so horny. I’m lying in bed, propped up against the headboard, watching you in the bathroom—the wide expanse of your sexy back turns me on, muscles rippling with every movement. Your bicep flexes as your brush your teeth, and it should be illegal to make something so ordinary sexy.

I see the towel looped around your hips, and I pray for it to fall. All I can think about is getting you into the bed so I can jerk you off. I roll on my side for a better view. Watching you comb through your freshly showered hair and then rub lotion into your pecs and down your abs. That happy trail makes my mouth water. Your wife is one lucky bitch. “Baby, hurry up,” I call to you, not wanting to waste another second without my hands on you.

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Last night I went to a freak show and found myself so turned on by the performers I knew I just had to fuck them all before the night was over. So I went with a few friends, and the arena was dark as we found our seats. Heightened by the lack of sight, we clung to each other as giggles spilled from our lips. Dangerous music pulsed through the speakers, and red lights flashed all around us.

My pulse was racing before the show even began. It was advertised as Mysterious and exciting and already lived up to its name. Then, the lights went out, and I felt something grab my ankle from under the bleachers. I screamed and jumped from my seat, only for the spotlight to land right on me. I was embarrassed as I looked down and saw a sexy man crawling from under where I had been seated. He slithered his way up my body. He was wearing all white contacts, and his breath was hot on my skin.

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Collared

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I’ve always been comfortable as a sexual switch, but lately, I’ve been feeling more in control than not. Well, I was until one caller flipped the script on me and turned me into his lust-filled little collared slave. I called him a faggot our first time playing and made him suck a ten-inch dildo. I still don’t even know how he went from beneath me to so far on top of me, but he did.

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Honestly, it’s fucking pathetic. You motion for me to sit on your lap and whisper foul things in your ear. With every degrading, humiliating word that spills from my pretty pouted lips, your dumb dick gets harder and harder. Oh, does the addicted loser wanna touch it? Rub it? It isn’t like it’s big enough for you to actually stroke it.

Handsex is the only kind of sex you’ll ever get, so I hope you’re good and used to it. It’s drizzle some lube over your pencil-thin nub and get to work. The longer you edge, the more money I make.

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Welcome to my office; I’m so glad you reached out and made an appointment. I understand that something in your life has taken over your mind. You feel helpless to pull away from the trigger, causing you so much harm. Fear those triggers no longer. By looking deep into my brown eyes, you can find all the reassurance you need. Everything is going to be alright.

You’re in luck. My brown-eyed hypnosis has helped many men replace a harmful trigger with a helpful one. Come sit on the couch beside me and hold my hands. Now look deep into my eyes and relax. Inhale as I look through you to find those harmful addictions and pull them out of your mind.

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One call, that’s all it takes. You’re looking for something different, something meaningful. You’ll find that in my voice, in my creative and manipulative mind. Your one mistake was telling me that you wanted to play out something I enjoyed. It seemed innocent when I confessed I wanted to be your hypnotic undoing.

You can’t actually be hypnotized through a phone call, right? So what’s the harm? You’ll comply. Pleasing me is fun. Lay back as I instruct and close your eyes. Listen to me, listen carefully. Tune out every other sound. Hear only me.

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Money might be tight, but the man and I just love a get-a-way. So we ditched work, and we wanted to rent a spot by the beach for a few days. AirB&B’s (People’s homes that they turn into an instant hotel/ bed and breakfast) are all the rage but fuck if those homeowners don’t want a month’s worth of paychecks for two nights. My honey sure is resourceful, though! He found a site where you can split the nightly fee with another couple so long as you don’t mind sharing.

We knew we wanted to really get out and explore the local culture during our stay so we wouldn’t spend more than sleeping hours in the house. It seemed like a no-brainer! We’d be able to afford a three-bedroom, two-bathroom, beachfront home for half the cost. John filled out all the paperwork and confirmed our reservation. I was ecstatic.

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Pt. One

John and I walked hand in hand into the party, and the group erupted in applause. Shouts of “Congratulations” and “It’s about time” echoed as they greeted us. My cheeks flushed, and I leaned into John’s arms. He was beaming with pride to make me his wife and I couldn’t stop thinking about the one person I shouldn’t be thinking about at all at a time like this.

My mom handed us each a glass of bubbly, and John and I parted ways to mingle. My girlfriends pulled me to the side and were already bursting with wedding plans. What my dress should look like and who should be my maid of honor. I was half-listening as I scanned the room. Was he here? Did she actually invite him? Would he even want to come? Would tonight be the night John met my ex-boyfriend?

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By day three of the music festival, my nerves were charred. Everything and everyone was just fucking annoying. I wanted to go home early, but my boyfriend’s favorite band was closing out the festival, and he wouldn’t budge. He dragged me to the drink tent and promised to keep me pleasantly buzzed until it was time to go.

Drink in hand, we pushed our way through the throngs of people to find somewhere to enjoy the final day. The shorts I had packed were too short to be comfortable, really riding up my ass, and the knotted seam was grinding on my clit. Being horny and annoyed isn’t a Francie combo you want to play with. Being an ass man, he kept grabbing at my exposed cheeks as we swayed to the music. Normally, I’d be down for that, but as I said, I was in such a bad mood. Finally, after the fifth time I slapped his hand away, he took the hint and took a few steps away from me. He was letting me be miserable in my own little bubble.

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