Laura Prepon
“Now if I have any clothes on at all, it’s really hard to get to sleep.”
Laura was telling the truth. Just not the whole truth. The interviewer had asked her what she wore in bed, hoping to get a bit of erotic colour out of their session. But there was much more to the story than Miss Prepon was letting on.
The word ‘now’, for instance, was significant. Only weeks beforehand, Laura had always retired for the evening in at least a silky negligé. But since her girlfriends had persuaded her to visit that hypnotist’s show in town, she’d taken to hopping into bed completely nude. If nothing else, it gave her greater access to touch herself, if she was feeling naughty, which, increasingly, she was.
Caressing her breasts and her pussy, though, wasn’t the only thing keeping Laura awake at night. If she was having trouble getting to sleep, or more likely, getting release, Laura found herself dialling the hypnotist’s number. And so, half an hour later each night, Laura was laid out on her bed, legs spread, eyes to the ceiling, mind completely gone, as the hypnotist had his way with her again, and again, and again…
for @picoperversions
Always loved this picture, and the caption by @deeperinmypower is one of his best.