The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

That Saturday, from late morning until Mira had to attend dance rehearsals at five in the afternoon, became a thrilling but strange blend of having immersion-fueled sex, and then finding out about some pretty incredible things.

Much of what I learned, particularly about the break-up of Mira’s and Taylor’s marriage, was like something out of a spy novel, or perhaps a White Lotus-style television script. Mira was completely naked and sitting on the living room floor as she recounted these details. After recovering from fucking each other so furiously, she wanted my head between her thighs, the back of my head pressed against her vagina, my hair no doubt absorbing intense scents and substances.

“Are you ready for the thunderbolt?” she asked. “Taylor was cheating on me! Cheating on me, on this!”

I had an upside-down view of one of her hands sweeping through the air as she said this, indicating the whole of her fantastically beautiful self.

“It’s some Chinese woman with gigantic boobs. I mean, who even knew there were women from Asia with racks like that? He met her on that Doctors Without Borders Africa trip, and they may have had a little thing even that far back. He didn’t it to that but it doesn’t even matter; they’ve definitely been hooking up repeatedly.”

“She’s a doctor?” I asked, picturing a thirty year-old beautiful Asian woman wearing glasses, her white surgical coat animated by two unexpected swells at the bust.

“Pfft! Maybe a mammary-care specialist. No, she was part of the staff on the Africa trip. And she’s definitely been ing Taylor’s staff for the past however many weeks. I have to give it to him, the woman is absolutely gorgeous, and her boobs… I mean I’m big and your Dee fling was even bigger, but this woman is in a whole other league! Maybe they’re fake, who knows… And seriously, it has me wondering if my legs have been wasted on Taylor! Was it my chest that he was the most attracted to all along? Because my boobs are great, but for anyone to not be primarily smitten by my legs? That’s just crazy!”

She was right. Still, I couldn’t be totally surprised to learn that it had been some woman with huge tits that had proven irresistible to Taylor Cassidy, not after witnessing the way he’d locked onto Dee’s curves way back at Lucinda’s birthday party.

There was some logic to his dalliance, too, when his love life with Mira sucked. The poor guy; for some strange reason his wife didn’t even like the way his cum tasted. Worse, he didn’t know it but she was utterly addicted to another man’s cock.

“You obviously confronted Taylor about all of this,” I said, wanting to hear more. “How did you find out?”

“Anonymous photos.”

“What?”

“They were slipped into my shopping bag a couple of days ago.”

I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped. I urged her into telling me the whole story, but she was only able to supply so many details. Apparently while I’d been up north having my dick twisted out of shape inside of Julia, Mira had been buying shoes. She went to more than one store and had a pair from a previous store still inside their shoebox, which was inside of a tallish paper bag with handles. She hadn’t noticed the photos that had been slipped under that shoebox, all neatly stacked inside a manilla folder secured with a wide rubber band, until she got home.

“My lawyer has them now, so other than a few that she wanted me to copy with my phone, I can’t show them to you. They show various degrees of compromising taking place in different locations. I don’t recognize any of the places, but it looks like they always hooked-up in upscale hotel rooms. Some of the photos are extremely compromising, as in how could anyone have been that close to take the photos without being spotted? The woman’s body, and her boobs… They’re outright enormous; Taylor must have been in heaven. Her face is rarely seen—she has big hair, dark and long and it hides her face, or she’s turned away to… Blow-jobs, that’s what some of the photos are about. I could never make myself give more than a few to Taylor, so it appears that he finally found a way to get what he’s always wanted.”

I couldn’t help it—from Mira’s description, I found myself wishing I could meet and hypnotize Taylor’s big-titted lover.

“There’s one photo where you can see more of her face in profile, with her mouth around his thing. How is that even possible, for there to be photos where you actually see that? It looks like someone would have needed to be right there in the room, pretty much kneeling beside the bed!”

“Telephoto lenses, close-ups from hidden cameras,” I mused out loud, though I knew close to nothing about such things. But after having just seen Julia’s photo set-up, and how the cameras had been controlled by remotes…

Mira continued. “I knew what I was going to do before I’d even finished flipping through the images. Mandy, my lawyer, is an old school friend, and this is her field of expertise. She was shocked by the news, but then she became all business. It wasn’t even half an hour after seeing the photos that the legal wheels were turning to get my life disentangled from Taylor’s. I’m lucky that there aren’t any kids to worry about, not even a dog. And he can keep the damned house. I want my own place as fast as I can get one, and I want it to be close to you.”

An almost completely changed landscape, that’s what that meant. It probably wouldn’t happen immediately, but I found myself wondering whether Mira would have a difficult time telling her friends about dating me, when there were powerful immersion suggestions inside her to keep all of that a secret. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought that with legal separation and divorce, meaning the danger to my reputation was wiped off the board, she would feel free to behave completely differently.

“With Mandy backing me up, I wasn’t at all afraid of confronting Taylor. He only saw the pictures on my phone, but they were irrefutable and I told him my lawyer had plenty more. He was absolutely stunned—he didn’t even try to deny what he’s been up to, so we didn’t have to wade through a bunch of b.s. I think what upset him the most was that I would hire a private investigator to follow him around like that, but of course I never did!”

“That part, the anonymous gifting of the photos… That’s just weird, right?”

“Mandy says she can’t think of a divorce case quite like it. As it is I can’t pretend that I’m all broken up about this turn of events—I’ll get a bunch of money out of this, and the timing is kind of fortunate, in that the dance company’s season is coming to a close. I’ll need to pack things, and everything else that happens when you move into a new place. There will be some shockwaves in polite society, too, when the news spreads. Some people will be surprised about me and Taylor splitting up, and I guess others won’t be. Some attention, too, in that I’ll be seen as available. Mandy told me to expect a lot of attention from some of the city’s most powerful men, not all of them unattached.” She laughed. “As if I don’t have exactly what I want right here!”

This with a gentle patting of my cock, like it was a woman’s best friend. It stirred at that, just a little but enough for me to suspect that it had invisible ears.

“I’m going to insist that you let me stay here tonight,” she said next. “By tomorrow night I’ll probably have something else figured out.”

“Done. You know that.”

“I’ve been extremely careful about our relationship; I haven’t told a soul about what we have together. As far as anyone will know, you’re the kind friend of a friend who was there for me in my time of distress. It makes complete sense, when you’re a therapist. Later, if it becomes known that we’re a serious couple…”

“A lot of men in this town are going to decide that they hate me,” I finished.

I was unconsciously shaking my head against her inner thighs, having a hard time believing the strangeness of this turn of events, especially the part with the compromising photos mysteriously appearing in her bag. I wondered—did Mira have some ultra-resourceful good Samaritan friend? Taylor would of course believe that his wife had hired a private investigator, because how else could the photos have come about? The truth I knew was completely different, that Mira was so crazy-busy preparing for the final dance performance of the season that she’d barely had any time to come fuck the cock she was addicted to.

A chilling thought surfaced—could the same thing be true of me and Mira, someone photographing our trysts without us having any clue? There was so much I did in the shadows these days that having an example like this was enough to chill my bones for a few seconds.

Mira noticed. “Did you just shiver?”

“I did, yes.”

“Because we’ve been having an affair, too.”

“I guess that’s it.”

“It is a mystery, the photos. I’ve had some time to think about them, and what it could mean that someone, some stranger… Only I’ve concluded that it can’t be a stranger. Maybe somebody will come forward, but I think it has to be one of our friends, or one of my friends. We’ve been moving in pretty high circles, the upper one-percent and all that, and someone caught wind of what Taylor has been up to. They decided to intervene on my behalf, not his, and there it is. There’s no reason to believe that same person would make a senseless move against me.”

It was sound logic, enough that I found myself relaxing into the new situation. There were plenty of questions to be considered about fitting an unencumbered Mira into the tangled sexual web that was my life now…

Those questions could wait, and I knew they would when I lifted my head and then sat up, and in turning around was looking at what I believed to be the most beautiful woman in the entire city, sitting in front of me completely naked.

With my cock getting longer and fatter with every beat of my heart, I said, “Why stop at just one freedom fuck? Try it in a bed this time?”

And that’s exactly what we did.

After Mira left for dance rehearsals, I knew I had more than five hours to myself. It felt like a time to be very clear about what I really wanted; or, more precisely, what I wanted the most. Because it wasn’t immediately obvious that all the female pieces in my life could fit together into one cohesive puzzle.

“Lotta in’s, lotta out’s, lotta what-have-you’s,” I quoted from The Big Lebowski.

The first problem to be addressed, and it sure did feel like a biggie, was this: If it came down to a binary choice of Mira or Julia, which one to pick? Deep down I wanted to keep those two and everyone else, including all the theoretical women I hadn’t even met and hypnotized and fucked yet. But wanting was not the same as needing, so…

I needed to keep fucking Mira; that was just a fact. And it felt like the need to continue fucking Julia was an even more muscular fact.

Mira and Julia were indispensable—just looking at them made my balls boil with a special insistent energy, and once I was inside of them they just felt the best. What Julia could do with her pussy was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, plus she was a deep-throat savant—it was hard to imagine that anyone could ever top her on a pure skill level. Logic said that her smoldering body and sexual talents should put her up above Mira, but that just wasn’t true. Burying my cock inside of Mira’s pussy was like entering into a perfectly designed home, as though the vagina and penis gods had created us as a precisely matching pair. It had come as a real shock to me when drilling into her today, that even after experiencing what Julia could do with her vaginal anatomy, Mira’s hot and welcoming slit still felt the best in some indefinable way.

So, somehow, Mira and Julia. It wouldn’t be easy, and there was no guarantee that I could hold onto Julia no matter what I did or didn’t do. I needed to try, though. I needed to try hard, as hard as Julia’s muscles. Hell, even as hard as her personality.

On that, it was difficult to know how much I would even like Julia if I got to know her a lot better. She was so focused on her art-making, to the point where it didn’t seem like there was very much emotional room for anything else. She was definitely disciplined in a way that few people are—even with her amazing genetics, no one looked the way that woman looked without having an iron will. To go at her often enough, all my hopes rested on the very difficult task of getting her in the immersion state even one time, so I could blow past her ego and any other obstructions, bending her into needing to pump Michael-cock just as regularly as she pumped iron.

But even in a dream world where Julia and Mira took turns at boiling my cock to eruption many times each week, I would want to hypnotize and fuck additional women. I had gone into a brief emotional dip in the wake of discovering just how hot an unhypnotized lover could be—Julia—but to hell with any misguided belief that I would be able to restrain myself from performing additional sexual immersion therapy. Immersion sex was in my bloodstream now; it might as well be an additional organ hidden away inside my body, that was critical to life itself.

I looked at my watch and thought of Gina, because right there, just minutes away by car, was the opportunity for immersion sex while Mira was at rehearsals. I punched in her number and I thought her phone was going to voicemail, but then she was there with a breathless, “Michael?”

“You okay?” I asked.

“At the gym. Give me a sec… I’ve been pushing really hard.”

“Hard,” I repeated. “Funny you should mention that.”

She was silent for a few seconds, then, “Mmn. Somehow when you say that word…”

“It’s probably that we’re so good at being hard together. You with your marvelous hardbody, and—”

“You, just hard.”

“And with you exercising so hard, like you said… I’d like to relax you again, Gina. Just as soon as you can get home.”

“I can’t say no to that,” she agreed, far more accurately than she could understand. “I’ll take a quick shower here and see you at my place in… Forty minutes?”

“Just enough time for me to pick up some cannoli.”

She sucked in a breath, then said quietly, “Holy fuck do you know how to get a girl hot.”

She was looking hot indeed when she opened her apartment door, barefoot in tiny gym shorts and a tank-top, no bra. We hugged and tongued and groped, and she had the biggest grin on her face when she exposed her boobs, telling me that she believed they were noticeably bigger than ever.

I sucked on her nipples and told her I wanted to relax her first thing, and she looked deliriously happy as she arranged herself flat on her back on her bed.

I’d been thinking pretty much nonstop about this moment since being on the phone, and I’d concluded that it would be irresponsible of me to do anything but lean heavily into Gina’s size fetish. Maybe Julia had taught me something about that, how there could be variations on the theme.

When she was close to motionless in the special state, only the rise and fall of her breathing, which had her tits moving inspiringly, I began with, “Gina, you are sexually ecstatic that you’re so much having success at adding additional bulk to your curves. You’ve had hallucinations during sex that your clitoris is literally growing in size, and you’re achieving real growth in your body now.

Having larger muscles and larger breasts is different than a private hallucination, in that you know it turns Michael on. His cock is so big and you adore that, and you hope your breasts just keep growing and growing to make him even hornier for your body. You firmly believe that your breasts can grow, and when Michael plays with your nipples and tells you that your breasts are just freaking fantastic, it will feel to you that you can actually experience your nipples and breast-tissue swelling in size, another growth hallucination like what you’ve experienced with your clitoris. Your breasts growing and growing, widening and lengthening and becoming heavier… All when Michael gushes that your boobs are freaking fantastic.

And it will affect more than your perception of your breasts. It will trigger a fresh hallucination of your clitoris rapidly swelling, too, awakening forces in our depths that will cause you to climax at an entirely new level of intensity. You won’t even be able to believe it, but that won’t matter because the explosive force cannot be denied. A climax like none before, charging right through you like lightning and thunder. Sex of the gods, Gina, that will leave you feeling like fucking Michael might be the ultimate experience to be savored on this earth.”

I paused as a new idea came to me, that came close to making me laugh. I weighed it in my mind, then expanded it, and then ran with it.

“Gina, this new fixation on growing your breasts, and making them even more exciting for Michael… In the office, at least once a day, you will feel the need to somehow bring up ‘the twins’ to Michael, reminding him how beautiful your breasts are, and how big they are, and how proud you are of them. You can deliver a note to Michael, or even speak in code in front of clients. But your purpose is clear, that you want Michael to think about your big beautiful breasts, and long for them, and even need them. You found ways to tease your former lover, John, at work in stealthy ways, and you’re so much sexier and hornier and bigger than you were then. Remind Michael of this every single day at work, where clients will never know how dedicated you are to making your boss get hard for you, longing to fuck you again.”

I had thoughts of going even further, making it so Gina hallucinated that my cock was growing to ridiculous proportions when it was deep inside of her, but that could wait for another day. The way things were going, perhaps even tomorrow.

I was ready to bring her out of the special state, and just for the hell of it I retrieved the little box of cannoli that I’d brought, and had one ready to go inside her mouth when she came back to consciousness. I stood beside the bed, completely naked with my erection in her vision when her eyes opened, a cannoli held between my index finger and thumb, its far end brushing her lower lip.

“Sweetness for the sweet,” I said when she opened her eyes. “Eat it, Gina. Eat the whole damn box today because I just love the way you’re bulking up, getting stronger and curvier at the same time. Your legs are looking insane, so shapely and so full. And your tits, my God… I’d swear they’ve grown more, maybe even overnight.”

She moaned in a full-mouthed way, savoring her caloric treat. I began to fondle her nipples, watching them stiffen even further, knowing that before long they might double in size in the distorted perception of her compromised mind.

She was still chewing when I turned her over and went at her doggie-style. I could see and feel how her butt was rounder than before, and yet even more taut. The same with her shoulders and arms and even her back, but most delightful of all were her hanging breasts, that I held and squeezed as our bodies rocked.

I told her I adored her bigger tits, and that they made me feel harder than ever. I told her they were amazing; I told her they were awe-inspiring. But it was only when she was groaning like a wild beast, in-between unfinished cries of, “My nipples! This can’t be…” and, “This is imposs…” that I finally declared that her bigger tits were freaking fantastic.

It was like electric shock therapy that resulted in a pussy going liquidly apeshit all around and into my embedded cock. She screamed more loudly and at a higher pitch than ever before, repeatedly as I was cunt-clenched and then released in what felt like an orgasmic flood. She kept screaming and writhing and her legs kicked wildly, and I wanted to get back inside to finish myself off but ultimately decided not to, not with her legs lashing out so randomly and forcefully.

I could have waited patiently for my chance to climb aboard again, but a glance at my watch convinced me otherwise. I’d gotten what I’d wanted most already—more triggers inside my sexy-as-fuck receptionist that could pay thrilling dividends for months or years, plus incredibly inspiring immersion sex. And Mira would be arriving at my home in just over an hour.

Knowing all of that, I might as well wait to spew inside the pussy that felt more like home to me than anyone’s.

I couldn’t be sure that Gina even heard everything I said as I made my good-byes. On the short drive home, I found myself thinking ahead, knowing there were going to be a few bumps and scrapes when it came to fitting this newly freed version of Mira into my life. I would need to explain to her that I had fallen into sexual relationships with a couple of other women, and that her unavailability had been the cause of that. This was not a matter of asg blame about anything; it was simply where we stood. She would have to accept that I was a polyamorous man and could be nothing else—she and I would not be getting married, and I would not lie to her and promise that it would be her and only her that I made love to. I could try to sweeten this by telling her, probably honestly, that she was the best and most treasured one of all, but additional lovers would inevitably be woven into the fabric of my life.

Unlike Julia, I had a pretty good reading of Mira’s personality, and she was not going to love hearing any of that. She would probably push back, and it would be very like her to use her beauty to try to change my mind. Which could be fun, and hot as fuck. In the end, though, I believed she would accept any I presented because I had made her so hopelessly addicted to my cock. She had to have it, plain and simple.

There was another thing Mira might not like—I would tell her that she needed to give back the key to my house. We would be operating under new rules, now that we’d be able to hook-up at her place, too. She wouldn’t want me barging into her home at unexpected times, and the same needed to be true for me.

“Other lovers, here in my home,” I smiled as I parked in my driveway. “Fucking Gina here, and anyone else.”

Only this morning, such a thing had been an impossibility. I hadn’t yet put down any money for the redesign of my office bathroom, and maybe I wouldn’t need to now.

I decided I should work out some sort of checklist in my secret notebook, like a strategic game-plan that might help orient me at work and home. Just as I was standing, intending to go to the wall safe, my phone rang, and it was Grace.

“Miss Torso and Taylor are splitting up!”

Her voice was way too loud even on speaker, and I pushed the button to lower the volume. “I already know. Mira told me a few hours ago.”

“Jesus! Are you two… Oh my God, you’re already shagging her!”

Why even deny that now? “You’re right. I’ve wanted to for months and months, and when she showed up here to give me the news… Nature took its course.”

It wasn’t often that I heard stunned silence when talking to Grace. I’d guess more than five seconds ed before she spoke again.

“You little devil! You… How?”

“What can I say, Grace? I’m easy to love.”

“Idiot. You know she’s probably just rebounding, right? Lucinda heard that Taylor—who must be high on something, let’s face it—was dipping his burrito into extramarital salsa. So Mira runs to you for a revenge-fuck, no offense, when the ink isn’t even dry on her separation papers. And like a brick, there you are pining away for her and… But wait a minute, wait a minute. Just two days ago it sounded like Julia had you completely pussy-punched, like you’d move to the nation’s capital just to hop in bed with her more frequently. And now…” She started laughing. “It’s too rich! This is when Miss Torso decides to leave her hubby, right when you have a hottie that you want to bone just as much or even more? Like Mira just knew you’d found fresh green pastures, meaning thighs just as delectable but thicker than hers, and she can’t stand the thought of you moving on!”

Grace couldn’t see me shaking my head. “Grace, conspiracy much lately? Nothing at all like that is happening in reality, including Mira dishing out revenge fucks. Give me some credit for knowing the difference between real ion and movie-grade Dr. Evil sex, alright? But you’re right about one thing, that the timing of all of this pretty wild. Innocent, but wild.”

“Julia, and now Mira… Holy shit, you sure are keeping the hottest of company! They’re both thermonuclear thigh-bombs!”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“But look, your thing may be living the high life at this moment, but there are some choices you’re going to have to make.”

“Possibly. You’re assuming that Julia will even want to see me again.”

“Are you actually being humble, and saying that it was really good for you, but on her end you’re a dud?”

“Not at all, it’s just… Okay, maybe I have my own nickname for Julia, and it would be The Enigma. Because she’s truly hard to read, Grace. No secrets, but I very much know what makes the woman tick in bed, but otherwise? No clue.”

“What are her paintings like? You saw them, right?”

“I did.”

“Send me a couple of snapshots of them?”

“I can’t; she took my phone away. No photos allowed.”

“So she’s like some old Soviet painter or something? The brushes she uses are a state secret?”

“You’re not far off. All I’ll say is that the paintings are like she is, a sensory overload of overwhelming feminine awesomeness.”

“And sex with Mira, now that you it you’ve had it? Is that overwhelmingly awesome, too?”

I was about to respond with an automatic “None of your business”, but what could it hurt? “It sure is, Grace. She was worth waiting for.”

“I’ll bet she’s like Lucinda, practically a contortionist.”

“She is that.”

“I’d still love to see some photos, or better yet video, of Mira’s upper thighs and the treasure betwixt.”

“You’re the one who’s twixted, Grace. Not gonna happen.”

“Hmff. As revenge I’m going to state the obvious, that you’ll probably have to make a choice—Mira or Julia.”

“I know. I’m already angsting on that.”

“I know which one I’d choose.”

“Oh? Please don’t leave me in suspense.”

“Sorry, more revenge. Because I’m going to do just that, leave you wondering.”

“Hey, that’s—”

“They’re both somewhat distant friends to me, and I’d like to believe I’d base my choice on the way they each make me laugh when we talk, or the degree of mutual interests, or… But none of that would be true, because for me it’s all about the thighs, ?”

“You’ve only mentioned that about a hundred times. So which one—”

She giggled, and ended the call.

I stared at my phone, exasperated. And then it rang again, and this time it was Julia.

Heart galloping, I said, “Well hello!”, immediately wondering if I should have let it ring a couple more times. I didn’t want to come off as desperate.

“Got a minute?”

“Sure. Even two, since it’s you.”

She didn’t laugh, even a little. “So first, I wanted to tell you that I’ve been composing a new painting, based on the photos from the other day. Those photos… They’re everything I could have hoped for, Michael. The painting is going to be extreme, and iconic. And when I’ve been staring at us, ed like that, on my computer screen hour after hour…”

Her voice had gone a little seductive there, and I held my breath.

“I can’t send you any of the photos, but I’ll show you the best ones when I see you next. Are you available Saturday?”

I had my phone in my hand now like I wanted to hug it. “Sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Something very different for me, a cocktail party. My therapist, Alessandra, is having one, and she’s invited me and a date of my choosing. You’ll be my date?”

“I’d love to be your date.”

“It starts at 7 p.m. on Saturday, but I thought you could drive up earlier, to my studio. I can show you the photos, and we could have, you know, a little us time before heading off to the party.”

Us-time—was that the same as having the farthest portion of my hardened cock being drawn inside of Julia’s black-hole singularity of a vagina, where it would undergo some of the most unique space-time stimulations known to mankind?

“I’m going to wear my one and only sexy cocktail dress,” she added before I could say anything. “It’s a shimmering navy blue, and really short and very tight. I think we’ll need… It’s more that you’re going to need that us-time beforehand, to be able to behave.”

I was suddenly rock hard just picturing her in a little number that was practically painted on, thick muscles bulging and her tits surging. “Let’s schedule as much us-time as you want or you think I’ll need,” I said, and when speaking, even my tongue felt slightly engorged.

“Alessandra lives in McLean, Virginia, and depending on weekend traffic that’s about forty minutes from my studio. Why don’t you arrive at three?”

I did the math—more than three hours to look at photos of my cock partially disappearing into her magic tunnel, and whatever else. Which, I trusted, meant we’d also need some time to clean ourselves up.

It felt like it was my erection speaking into the phone when I said, “I’ll be there at three.”

“Perfect. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Neither one of us will know much of anybody there, but I do know that Alessandra is inviting Grace, and I assume that means Grace plus Lucinda.”

Of course; it was through the therapist that Grace knew Julia in the first place. “It would be great if Grace is there,” I thought out loud. “But they shouldn’t count on Lucinda. She has a dance performance on Saturday night. Grace and I are going to the premier on Thursday.”

“Right, right, Grace mentioned all of this. What’s the company’s name again?”

“The Movement Machine.”

“Okay then. I’ll call Grace and convince her to come even if Lucinda can’t, and you bug her about it, too. I suppose you two could make the drive together… But that would mean we wouldn’t have our private us-time. Which I really, really want, don’t you?”

I made an involuntary sound, because it felt like my cock moved as if to make a clapping sound by hitting against my thigh. She really, really wanted it—that was very different than what she’d said a minute before, about me needing it to keep me from having a boner the whole time we were at the party.

“I really want it, too,” I said, because of course. “Grace has a good car; she can get there on her own.”

“Saturday then, at three?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Please be on time. And, you know, be well-rested.”

And she rang off.

Well-rested—it didn’t even matter whether that meant she wanted me to be able to stay up late, or she wanted me to be able to get it up often. Because when it was Julia I’d be fucking, I was certain my meat would behave as if it had been filled with thickening agents and preservatives.

It was like that already. Julia’s voice was in my head, and I kept picturing what she would look like with her body sheathed in the blue dress she’d mentioned.

My erection just wouldn’t quit and I looked at my watch—not much time before Mira would be back. I took a Gina-removing shower and didn’t even dress after toweling off—why not let her find me in bed when she got back, naked with my dick hard?

That’s exactly how it played out. I might have drifted near the edges of sleep for a few minutes, with visions of Julia’s half-naked body keeping my cock erect. The age of time became abstract until I heard Mira’s car arrive, and then the opening and closing of the front door. She called out that she had food, and I faintly heard a paper bag crinkling before the approach of her footsteps on the stairs.

She appeared in the doorway wearing a blue summer dress of her own, with a V-neck collar that highlighted her cleavage. I had a sheet over part of my body and it was almost comically rising towards the ceiling at my mid-section. I was pretty sure I’d been hard for at least half an hour, and seeing Mira’s body in that dress had even more energy flowing into my meat.

Her nipples were stiffening when she asked, “Is that a candle in your bed, or…”

“I’m just happy to see you, Mira.”

“Let me see how happy.”

I pulled the sheet away and heard her hiss. I was turning my head her way but she wasn’t there anymore; she was leaping through the air, the mattress bouncing as her knees landed right next to my left hip. Her head lowered and soft hair touched my thighs at the same moment she sucked me inside her mouth.

“Oh Mira!” came out, and I couldn’t say anything else.

“Appetizer!” she declared, before her mouth was too filled to say anything else.