Laura really did have the most enchanting lips. They were so soft, so warm, and the perfect shade of rosy pink to entice Gena back to them again and again and again until she felt practically dizzy with arousal. Every time she thought she could pull away, every time she thought she could clear the erotic fog out of her head they seduced her into, Gena leaned back ever so slightly and saw them teasing her with that Cupid’s bow and she lost herself in yet another deep, soulful kiss. And the world once again slipped away into peace and pleasure and she forgot everything but her lover’s beautiful mouth.
Even when she knew there were things she should be focusing on, they always seemed distant and irrelevant compared to the warmth of those magical kisses. They were supposed to be studying, after all, and the midterm was less than a week away… but Gena’s eyes resolutely refused to open, and her thoughts didn’t want to drag themselves free of the scent and taste of Laura’s gorgeous lips. They kept Gena in a state of distraction so sensual and erotic all their own that she barely noticed Laura pulling up Gena’s top so her heavy tits dangled and swayed with every motion… motion? That, that was… motion?
It was only when she really tried to put her sluggish brain to work that Gena realized just how little hyperbole lay behind her daydreams of Laura’s mesmerizing lips. Every time she tried to break down the tangle of emotion and sensation that wrapped her up and held her and left her dazed and befuddled and utterly stupefied with lust, Gena found herself once again focusing on the sensual beauty of those enchanting kisses. The rocking motion of her body, the vague and distant memories of a door opening and closing, the hand resting on the small of her back, it all blended together into confusion and Gena couldn’t separate it all out. It was simply pleasure, intense and overwhelming, and Laura’s mouth exemplified that pleasure so completely that Gena couldn’t think about anything else.
Slowly, though, and with a titanic effort, Gena managed to pick out a few details. Laura’s soft, soothing caresses on her shoulders, each one easing her back down into the erotic reverie that began and ended with those perfect lips. A feeling of restraint, as though something–maybe her own bunched and tangled panties–was confining her legs as she crouched on all fours. Low, masculine grunts, each one timed to the sensation of a well-lubed shaft penetrating Gena’s slick and hungry ass. That one stirred up memories of a finger smearing something over and around and inside her anus, loosening it while Gena drifted in endless distraction and kissed herself into blissful oblivion. Was… was she getting butt-fucked without even noticing? Was that even possible? Gena tried to open her eyes and look.
But then Laura kissed her again, and Gena’s resolve melted into slick, dripping lust against those soft pink lips. She didn’t need to think about what was happening behind her. She didn’t need to tear herself away from that perfect embrace. She could keep kissing and let it all simply fade away… and the last tiny little speck thought Gena summoned up before her mind went joyously blank was that this wasn’t the first time she’d struggled and failed to free herself from Laura’s trance. And it absolutely wouldn’t be the last.
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My father and the CEO are friends from university. I… benefited from nepotism. Don’t just let people walk all over you, you idiot. And stop acting pitiful saying you benefited from nepotism!
EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO (2022)
Poison Ivy #9 (2023)
written by G. Willow Wilson art by Marcio Takara & Arif Prianto
Credit: The Hour of Witchery
Facts.
Sourse: Redit (u/AnxietyPwincess)
As a Neurodivergent, When I'm happy I feel the happiest I could ever feel.
When I'm sad, I feel the saddest I could ever feel.
neurodivergent_lou
Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow Captain America: Civil War (2016) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo
“N-no, it’s… I feel good, it’s just I… um… where did my clothes go?” Taylor was definitely aware of the loose and muzzy quality to her speech, which only seemed to grow more disjointed and befuddled as her eyes lazily followed the swing of Shana’s pendant and her body slumped back against the massive beanbag chair in her friend’s bedroom. But every time she tried to make herself wonder why she felt so fuzzy and light-headed, her gaze caught the glittering sparkle of the crystal at the end of the silver chain and her legs gradually parted as the strength melted out of her muscles, leaving her staring in that same stupefied fascination all over again.
The whole thing felt eerily familiar, almost as though she’d found herself in the same state of rapt and mesmerized attention time and time again in Shana’s bedroom and had simply… forgotten…. Taylor’s fingers crept down to her pussy as a swell of arousal hit her at the very notion of staring blankly into the shimmering rainbow depths of Shana’s pendant and losing track of time and memory under its influence. “I, uh, yeah, feels good,” she burbled, responding to a question she’d already forgotten hearing, “but, um, uhhhh… did I… when did I get naked?” She had a vague suggestion of a memory, of walking right into her friend’s room and instantly stripping off her clothes with the same unthinking instinct that might lead another person to take off their shoes. But it was already vanishing, swallowed into the bliss of rubbing her plump pink labia and drifting deeper into trance.
Trance. That meant she was hypnotized, Taylor realized sluggishly, even as her fingers sank all the way up to the knuckle in the plush depths of her messy cunt and her eyes crossed in a confused effort to follow the motion of the swinging pendant. She was hypnotized by Shana, and that meant she had to do whatever the other woman said, and that was… that felt…. “Ofuck s-so good, Mistress,” she whimpered, barely even noticing the term she used to describe someone she’d known since they were both kids. “I, um, n-no, no need to… f-fuck, to t-thinkkkk….” Her legs spread wider. Her hand became a blur of motion. It all felt comfortable and intimately familiar so long as she didn’t try to pay attention to what she was doing while she stared at the crystal and relaxed.
It all made perfect sense now. She was hypnotized again, her mind captured by the effortless ecstasy of deep trance and the smooth, inexorable power of Shana’s will. Taylor couldn’t resist, because resistance required effort and Taylor was too relaxed to put any effort into anything anymore. Even her thoughtless masturbation only happened because Shana directed her fingers into motion, coaxing her to greater and greater heights of pleasure that only made her more and more eager to obey, and soon Taylor was gasping and whimpering the way she always did when she visited her friend’s house and slipped away into obedience. “C-compliance feels too good to resist,” she heard herself moan out, and she knew it was true the way it was always true for her.
Taylor’s eyes crossed and uncrossed, pleasure and drowsiness combining to make it impossible to keep them open any longer, and soon she found her head lolling backwards and her mind collapsing into a stuporous fog of pure obedience. “Unh, unh, uh huh,” she heard herself grunting, but she was already too deep to know what she was agreeing with and it was only when she felt a warm, musky cunt settle against her lips that she remembered what her purpose was. Then she stopped thinking entirely as she began to lick.
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