It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Going Under: A Hypnosis Story.
Check out the summary:
Ellie just wants one thing, and hopefully hypnosis can help her get it.
After a handful of relationships, Ellie still hasn’t crossed the finish line. Whenever things get physical, it ends there. It’s not like she isn’t willing, but something inside makes her uncomfortable.
After talking to a few friends, Ellie decides to take action. She pulls up therapists in the area and finds a listing for a hypnotist. She’s never visited one, but she figures there’s no harm in trying.
The hypnotist turns out to be quite handsome and goes through what one might expect in a hypnosis session, at least at first. It turns out that he helps Ellie is more ways than one.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
Going Under: A Hypnosis Story
As she heard the applause coming from inside the theater, Ellie knew the curtain had come down for intermission, and soon waves of people would be spilling out into the foyer. The lull was nice, but it never lasted.
She stood behind the bar and waited for the onslaught. She didn’t have to wait long. Hordes of bodies jostled at the bar and Ellie tried to keep up with all the orders.
One woman ordered three glasses of wine and complained that they were not level as Ellie poured. Another ordered two whiskeys with soda, only to change his mind and choose gin and tonic instead. She was relieved when the call came through the auditorium, asking for everyone to retake their seats.
One guy remained at the bar, however. He’d been nursing his one drink the entire break. But when the doors to the show closed, and the curtain came back up, he slid down the bar and stood in front of Ellie.
That was how she met Matthew. He turned out to have missed the second half of the show just so he could talk to her and eventually ask her out on a date. That very night, in fact. She finished her duties behind the bar while he patiently waited until after midnight, when she could finally leave.
He was handsome and had a great sense of humor. Even though it was late, and he’d already missed out on a show that by all accounts had great reviews, he waited patiently for her. Once she was outside, he suggested they walk to a little Chinese place downtown.
Chinese places were always a good choice for a late-night dinner, often staying open until the early hours of the morning. They chose a quiet place and sat inside, away from the frosty winds of the cold February night, and Ellie got to know her date a little better.
After dinner, he walked her to a cab and gave her a peck on the cheek. In return, he got her phone number. She rode home in the cab that night with a happy glow, later apologizing to her roommate for being so late and making her worry.
Ellie and Matthew fell into texting, of course, and their dates became a regular occurrence. They went from talking, to flirting a little, to holding hands, and then, one night, he kissed her on the lips for the tenth time, but this time she didn’t pull away, like she had on the previous nine occasions.
He was patient and understanding, but she knew he was a little frustrated by her reluctance. She didn’t quite know how to explain the crippling anxiety she felt at any kind of physical contact. She’d never had a bad sexual experience and wasn’t averse to romance at all, but she simply couldn’t bring herself to relax with a man.
A virgin at twenty-five, she’d often tried to get to the bottom of her anxiety. She’d struggled with shyness since childhood, but for some reason, she found it easy to be in Matthew’s presence. Only when the relationship began to shift to being sexual, she shrank back.
After two months of slow kisses and handholding, she stayed over at his apartment. He was an architect, and his beautiful apartment looked out over the park. One evening, as they drank wine together in the early spring, he placed an arm around her shoulder and kissed her.
“This is so nice,” he said, and she smiled and kissed him back. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe all the planets were aligning, but she put down her glass and looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Matthew, surprised but nonetheless eager, held her to him.
(end of sample)