in addition to my usual panoply of crawl-induced double-penetration and present-and-accounted-for bottom bitch ball-slurping (👼🏾), i’ve been resting comfortably in a slightly tidier fantasy.

i really enjoy being hypnotized to the point of losing speech (an easily achieved, lovely state) and then being forced to parrot my hypnotist in some way (a tragic hellscape). i’ve been imagining being quickly and inperceptibly put in that heady, silent place while socializing at some public funtion–a verbal trigger at a dinner or con mixer.

as other attendees chat with me, i suddenly become woefully boring, programmed to reply with only five strict responses. i am silently panicking with attempts to use my words and tone carefully, so as not to seem too strange… and all the while growing hornier and hornier, increasingly fractionated.