Siren on My Screen

By Foxxi Smolder

A simple evening unwinding with some ASMR videos after work - that's all Jo wanted. But when she stumbles onto a hypnotic induction that thrills her like never before, she finds that what she thought was hypnosis roleplay might be the real thing - and it's even better in real life!

Jo is an average gal, working as an ER nurse by day and watching ASMR to fall asleep by night. She has no idea that one particular "hypnosis" roleplay video might actually put her under. To her surprise, it turns out that hypnosis apparently works... and even more surprisingly, it really turns her on.

Shocked by her reaction to being hypnotized, Jo goes in search of the video's creator: Aria, a bewitching brunette who happens to have the voice of Jo's dreams. When the two start up a conversation online, it turns into a real-life meeting... which becomes an in-person hypnosis session that puts Jo entirely under Aria's control.

Sparks fly as Aria and Jo discover just how susceptible Jo is to hypnosis... and how far she's willing to go to please her hypnotist!

Read on for 7000+ words of ASMR-themed, lesbian hypnosis erotica!

Excerpt:

Excitement, no less electric for being filtered through the hypnosis, flooded Jo’s veins. This time her induction was taking place in broad daylight—she wasn’t on the verge of falling asleep, but fully awake and alert. That made her all the more sensitive to the feeling of being hypnotized, which resembled the drugged haze of anesthesia except that instead of numbness her nerve endings felt alive and on fire. If she’d opened her eyes, the whole world would’ve been bathed in golden light, just how Aria had described it.

Despite the earlier reassurance, she knew without a fiber of a doubt that she was utterly under Aria’s control. Anything that was asked of her, she’d do.

And rather than frightening her, this thought thrilled Jo even more, galvanizing the vibrations that already ran under her skin.

“Are you comfortable?”

Dreamily, as if the words were being dredged up from a deep well inside her chest, Jo answered, “Yes, Aria.”

“Good. Now, take off your clothes.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463320587

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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Siren on My Screen

© 2019 Foxxi Smolder

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Siren on My Screen

By Foxxi Smolder

The first thing Jo liked to do when she got home was not to change clothes or put some food in the microwave, but to check her phone.

She swung the door shut behind her with a click, already pulling out the device from the back pocket of her scrubs. Swiping past the security screen, she opened the streaming video app called Pipette and brushed her thumb across the landing page, scrolling down her feed until she found what she was looking for. There—nestled between cute animal vids and a makeup tutorial—a new upload from her favorite ASMR channel.

Jo had a secret, one she couldn’t talk to her coworkers or friends about. Not gambling or porn or trawling estate sales; those addictions would’ve been more understandable. No, her secret—her private, obsessive fixation—was ASMR.

An odd set of initials, and what they stood for—Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response—couldn’t fully describe what the thing really was. But to Jo, the abbreviation ASMR meant something special.

If she had to summarize (which she sometimes did, in her own head, just to reassure herself that she wasn’t a total lunatic) she’d call ASMR the prickling, tingly sensation that ran through your body when someone gave you a particularly good head massage. Not quite entirely tactile, it relaxed her both physically and mentally. A good ASMR video—whether it was a close-up of someone handling various smooth gemstones or simply a voiceover spoken in a soft undertone—put her to sleep like nothing else.

She’d long ago stopped trying to convince her friends that ASMR wasn’t a weird fetish. Whenever she tried to explain it, she got as far as describing the tingly feeling that flowed from her scalp down to her toes before being interrupted with a knowing, Oh, I see. From that point on, no matter how much she protested