Okay, this one is dirty. Or rather, dirtier than usual. I simply felt like going this route. Truth be told, I’m on a diet myself trying to shed some extra pounds I gained in the last couple of months but this special treatment is reserved for stories alone. Dirty or not, I hope you have some fun with it. Until tomorrow.
“How’s your diet, Jake?” His brother, Anthony, asked.
“Wonderful. Melissa has been helping me with her hypnotic skills. I already lost three pounds in two weeks!”
“Jake?” Melissa intervened, dropping her skirt.
“Yes, dear?” He responded, eyes glazing.
“It’s time for today’s fluid intake.”
“Yes, dear,” he immediately knelt.
Who needs water anyway?
The chess lover in me decided it was time for a game. It’s not the first time I’ve played with it in my creations, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last either. This is a very simple entry, but I still think it’s fun. I hope you do too. Enjoy and until tomorrow.
Mark threw his arms up in the air.
“No, it’s not!”
“Knights don’t spiral across the chess board, Sandra!”
“And who said anything about playing chess?”
The piece continued twirling as his breathing slowed down, almost crawling to a halt.
He was the pawn. She was the Queen. Checkmate in 3, 2, 1…
Today’s piece is partially born of a request. Earlier today, I received a message from someone that prefers to remain unidentified asking me if I could write one of these shorties with some form of mummification at the core of it. Although not something I’m particularly fond of, I accepted the challenge just for the fun of it and, after a few minutes of mental back and forth, came to the conclusion that there was only one way – and one woman! – to pull this off. I hope you missed her because Agent 47-D is back for another round. Have fun and enjoy your weekend.
All Wrapped Up
“You should have returned from your mission two days ago!”
“I know but I needed to wrap some things up first.”
“You turned those terrorists into mummies, didn’t you?”
“Maybe?” She giggled before adding “I hope you can make room for a pair of sarcophagi…”
He hung up the phone and sighed.
Some classic shenanigans, today. Not much more I can say about this piece, really. Don’t get confused, okay?
Right and Wrong
“I know that pendant, Chloe. You’ve used it to get inside my head countless times.”
“You’re mistaken, Stan.”
“Are you really going to try to convince me you never hypnotized me to do your bidding?”
“No. You just got the wrong pendant.”
Lucky for her, the right one was in her pocket.
Today’s source of inspiration is a song I’m sure everyone is familiar with, namely this one.
It was playing on the radio when I woke up this morning and it’s the kind of tune that sticks with you no matter what so the ideas started brewing. The title of the piece is a reference to the album in which it was originally released but I left it unfinished on purpose. Feel free to complete it in any way you like. There are a few other nods easy to spot in the flow of the text. It wouldn’t be a writing of mine if I didn’t do stuff like that. Enjoy.
A Night at the…
The melody echoed far and wide in the deepest recesses of Trevor’s subconscious.
“Nothing really matters… nothing really matters to you…”
Yes, nothing. Nothing except Gina’s voice. Gina’s power. Gina’s control.
“My Queen…” he muttered.
“Music and hypnosis are a perfect combination,” she thought out loud as he nodded, soundlessly.
Time for a kinky rhapsody.
So… apparently, it’s my birthday today. I say “apparently” because that’s what my family tells me to be true. I don’t really know because I wasn’t there to see. Okay, I was, but I don’t remember being born at all. Could this be a case of post-birth amnesia?
Yes, that was a terrible, terrible attempt at being funny but hey… I’m sticking with it. In good honesty, I don’t really pay much attention to the date. I’m more inclined to notice other people’s birthdays than my own. Still, one can use the opportunity to write something involving such an occasion and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Here’s something dirty. Whether it’s tasty or not, I’ll leave it up to you. Enjoy.
“I don’t remember asking for this!” Brian protested.
“You said you wanted a lemon cake…” Amber teased.
“I never said anything about becoming one.”
“Hold still, you’re ruining the decoration,” she commanded.
Unable to resist her mesmerizing suggestion, he felt the cold whipped cream spiraling across his manhood.
The mind-controller always gets the first bite.
Time for some Eastern-flavored shenanigans, courtesy of another twist on a famous story, or rather two. The idea came to me earlier today. A famous Disney movie was airing and I happened to be eating an apple when I turned on the TV. The rest was just the by-product of my kinky thoughts. I wonder if the forty thieves in Ali Baba’s story would like to be triggered this way as well. Until tomorrow.
“Open, Sesame,” Jasmine said.
“Wrong story, Princess,” Aladdin replied.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t see a mountain full of treasure around here,” he mocked.
“Don’t need one. Your mind is enough and it’s already mine.”
“Why do you say that?”
“That’s not an apple you’ve been eating, dear,” she purred, opening her legs even more.