The throbbing beat of the music sent pulses vibrating through Lisa’s body. Almost instantly she felt hot, so hot, like she was melting. She slid to the floor, overwhelmed with irresistible arousal.
It had to be that asshole roommate of hers. He’d snuck subliminal messages into the TV once to make her want to do all the cleaning in the kitchen and bathroom. Now she felt a need to do it, even knowing that she was obeying an implanted compulsion. She’d told the asshole off for it, but she couldn’t move out. How would she do the cleaning then?
But this? This was different. This was a real violation! No matter how amazing it felt, how much she wanted–
No, focus on the anger. Anger at him for–oh god it felt so good and so bad. Like an achingly pleasurable hole opening inside her, desperate to be filled–
Focus! Focus on the fact that he was using subliminals to make her horny, obviously so that she would fuck him. Let him fill up the soft melting center of her with something hard and powerful and–
No! She had to turn it off. Now, before it was too late, before her mind melted out her pussy and she just lay there waiting to be used, eager to suck and fuck and do anything he wanted as long as he fucked her–
God! The first track was nearly over. She could just turn it off. Turn it off, go to her room, masturbate until the subliminals were gone. But she didn’t want her fingers, she wanted her roommate wanted him to–
Just click stop. Click stop. Click.
She clicked Repeat Track.
Reblogging my favorites of the captions I did this year.