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few times when I thought my cabin might burn down, but I don't tell him that.  We lie with our clothes on, caressing each other and talking about the river.
     
    He slips my bra down off my shoulder, soft and sweet, and I arch my nipple towards his mouth.  He sucks it in and flicks it with his tongue, sending waves of body joy down to my toes.  Yes.  Good sex is what I want.  He rolls over and kisses his way down my stomach, over my thighs, between my legs.  Fuck yes.  I push up, grinding my clit into his teeth, and he sucks it.  My whole body wants to melt in one juicy explosion, but I tell him wait, I want to cum with him inside me.  Besides, why am I the only one with no clothes on here?  He laughs and takes his clothes off.
     
    Every place I kiss him makes him gasp in pleasure.  My favorite.  I lick and kiss and stroke my way down, down, down.  He moans when I suck the head of his cock into the condom, and then his whole body shivers as I lick up and down, running my tongue around the head.  Yes, this is going to be some good sex.  Ooh, he says softly, deeply, as I suck him all the way in.  Perfect.
     
    What's your favorite position?  I ask him, and he says girl on top, maybe reverse cowgirl to start.  I wink and tell him his cock is too big for reverse cowgirl.  Really, I'm just bad at that position, the penii always slip out.  I climb on and he has another one of those perfect penises that goes right to my G-spot.
     
    I lean down, kiss his neck, and flick my tongue over his ear while we grind into each other.  Fuck, this is good.  He gasps when I lick his nipple, frantic with pleasure, as our hips jerk together quickly in tandem.  He wraps his arms around me, and I slide my hands under his shoulders to pull us even tighter.  We are nothing but skin and sex.
     
    “Tell me when you're going to come,” he pants, breathless.
     
    I lean up so that we are looking straight into each other's eyes, my breath on his lips, his breath on my lips.  I grind my clit slow and hard into his pelvic bone so that his cock hits my G-Spot and see the orgasm building in his face.
     
    “Right...now.”

REAL HYPNO
     
     
     
    Tall John is his username on the phone sex site, where he's been calling me for three years, but I still wasn't expecting him to be so tall in real life. He’s the first one ever to discover that double identity: hypnodomme, hooker. He sent me a message on a screening site I use.
     
     
     
    “Hi, this is Tall John…I was so surprised to see your escort ad…”
     
     
     
    Now here he is. I remember there’s something irritating about him, but couldn’t say what.  His history shows a total of $400 in earnings over three years, five phone calls, and some videos purchased.  Not bad.
     
     
     
    I stand on tiptoe and give him a long peck on the lips. His mouth tastes gross. Then I lead him to the couch and I sit in a chair that swivels in front of him, just like I do in my hypnodomme videos. He says his wife retired in the bedroom nine years ago.  He doesn’t say he loves her and doesn’t want to hurt her like most guys do.  He says it like of course I should hate her guts. Now he just wants me to take control and use him however I want.
     
     
     
    “I notice you keep staring at my big, beautiful breasts,” I say, my voice slow like birch water dripping down from a tree.
     
     
     
    His eyes lower and his pupils dilate a little. “Yes, Goddess. They’re so…beautiful.”
     
     
     
    “I see you’re well-conditioned from watching my videos…” I giggle. “You’re already starting to go under, aren’t you?”
     
     
     
    His breath slows and catches, suggestion powerfully at work. “Yes, Goddess…I didn’t know…if it would…work…in person…but it is…”
     
     
     
    I tell him about how our brains processes all experiences the same way, whether you experienced them directly, watched them, saw them on teevee, or read or imagined them. Really, your mind