Things might have gone differently if Coral hadn’t hired a gorgeous and troubled girl like Judith to begin with. Or if Coral hadn’t become so preoccupied in her studio, at the same time that she lost some of her ferocity in bed. It might have been different, too, if Coral hadn’t been so willing — almost eager — for me to see Judith as a client.

That must be one of my faults, trying to lay the blame for my reckless compulsions at somebody else’s feet, as though the demons inside of me needed a whole lot of help. As though I hadn’t been in their grip long before I’d even met Coral. As though I didn’t know how to spit in the face of reason all by myself.

It didn’t help that I felt on edge all the time, wondering what Mira had intended me to know while fearing what Coral did know. The most sensible thing, given the circumstances, would be to email Mira, and try to learn what I needed to know to head off disaster. TheselegsR4U was an unforgettable address, and I had already created a new private account, one that Coral would not know existed. Contacting Mira, however, meant total collapse to me. The collapse of my marriage, probably, because seeking a taste of Mira could only lead to further tastes of Mira, and she was about as manageable as a sudden thunderstorm. Contacting her meant losing of any hope of self-control, and assured the collapse of… well, me, the supposedly new and improved Michael.

Which was just another lie, of course. That illusion was collapsing on its own, because there was no new Michael — how could there be, when I was already weighing how to cheat on my wife, rather than whether to cheat?

Having the walls tumble down did not come without a price, which included a bit of paranoia. Several times, I felt with visceral certainty that Mira was nearby, regarding me. The sound of high heels quickly stepping on the sidewalk at my back, for instance— I would stop, and turn, certain that the heels led to a pair of silk stockings, clinging to the best legs I would ever know in this life. Twice, while in the kitchen, I felt a presence in the room, when I knew Coral was away running errands. Though my blood turned to ice in my heart and shoulders at these moments, my cock grew instantly hard, and I couldn’t ignore the mixed emotions of relief and disappointment when the clicking heels behind belonged to a short Asian woman, or the presence in the room turned out to be Scarlet, stretching on the floor.

I feared the reappearance of Mira; I craved the reappearance of Mira. And I loved Coral, although she was lying to me, or withholding crucial information about a hypnotized sexpot whose radar had been tuned to pursue my dick. Coral's uncharacteristic deceptions ate at me. They made me want to act out, and control whatever events I could, whenever I could.

Which must explain why Judith’s submissive streak kept calling out to me so strongly. Though she represented everything I knew I should not do, I couldn’t ignore how ideally her semi-conscious kinks played into the immersion technique’s effectiveness. It was almost like a perfect storm — Judith’s sunny good looks and willing malleability, added to two things she had said in my office on Friday. The first, before I’d put her under: You can hypnotize parts of the body. She hadn’t known what she was talking about, but with all I had learned in recent months at the hospital, she might be correct. And later, when in the immersion state and made to speak her deepest truths: They… push buttons… unknown to me. They make me feel, and do… And I can’t help it!

I felt compelled to gauge the effectiveness and scope of my abilities, now that I’d had months of additional experience of directing the mind’s relationship to the nerve centers of the human body. More than that, I wanted Judith to know something of what was happening, and to get off from knowing. To this point, my immersion mischief had remained unknown to those affected — though they couldn’t help succumbing to the energy of their stoked unconscious drives, they remained unaware of the extent of my meddling, and complicity. They thought it was them, and their issues, not my hidden hands shaping the clay of their minds.

It could be different with a girl like Judith. With what I’d accomplished during that first rushed session, I could go at her again and again, turning her into my little cognizant anti-Mira, a disciplined hypno-puppet who kept coming back for more even when she knew what she was getting. She wouldn’t be out of control like Mira, and she wouldn’t believe I was helping her, like Rosita. She would know that I was inside, playing her mind and body. She would feel me inside, and drip all the more.

It was too rich a fantasy to leave unexplored, and too compelling to resist. And, as expected, it was not a long wait. Judith called two days after that kitchen blackmail encounter, and just hearing her voice on the phone made me hard. Friday’s immersion suggestions had silently taken hold of her, doing their dirty little deeds, and I could hear the effects in her voice the moment she opened her mouth.

“I know I have no right to ask this, not after what I did to you the other day,” she spoke quickly, as though afraid I might hang up. “I wouldn’t even be calling if I didn’t feel so… desperate. I think I need to see someone, a therapist. I’m coming apart at the seams!”

“How so?” I asked. “What is it that you’re feeling?”

“I don’t know, it’s… For the last month, at least, I haven’t felt like myself, like I’m… you know, going kind of crazy! I wouldn’t have done that to you… in your kitchen… I didn’t know I was like that! I lost control and… Oh God, can you forgive me?”

For the last month — when she’d begun to model for my beautiful wife and learned of my hypnotic talents, stirring her latent tendencies. “I don’t know if I can forgive you,” I answered. “You were being such a bitch.”

I heard her breath change over the line, the stern talk getting her hot. “I really need to see someone, Michael. Please let it be you. I felt better leaving your office, a lot better. All energetic and… purposeful. But now… Oh please, please! I’m so… agitated! I need… I need…”

“What do you need, Judith?”

“My cun… I mean…” She more or less groaned into the phone, then began talking too fast. “Hypnotized, I need to be hypnotized, I just need a session with you like really really bad, and I’ll be a client, like a real client, and I’ll pay you to hypnotize me! I just… Oh pleeease!”

Her words might as well be butter that she was spreading all over my dick. “Come to the house at seven tomorrow,” I consented.

“In the morning?” she asked, hopeful.

“Fuck no! You don’t think I have a life?” I listened as she stifled a gasp of pussy pleasure. “You’re lucky I’m willing to meet with you at all,” I faux-growled before hanging up. I smiled, imagining the scene on the other end of the line. She probably had a finger inside her pussy already.

Judith appeared Monday evening, just when I’d known that Coral would be at a planning meeting at the university. It probably wasn’t critical that she was away — the walls of our house are thick, and my third floor office might as well exist in its own world. Judith had been instructed to conceal her feelings when Coral was present, too, making an ugly scene extremely unlikely, perhaps impossible. It felt right to me, though, to have Coral absent during this first session with Judith, because I knew it was going to involve real sex this time, under our roof. I had that much integrity, at least, to have the wife away.

To my eyes, Judith looked better than ever when she rang our bell. She appeared in white short shorts and running shoes, with a lime green tank top and the conspicuous absence of a bra. The strap of a large shoulder bag cut diagonally across her front, slipping into the crack between her firm tits and drawing the green cotton to them, turning them into neatly delineated mounds with swollen nipples. What made it all perfect, though, were her eyes. They couldn’t be baggy when she was only eighteen; even so, it looked like she had barely slept since I’d seen her on Friday. Judith, by all appearances, was a wreck — a sexy blonde hypnotized Valley girl of a wreck with excited nipples and a world-class ass, yes, but still a wreck.

“You’re two minutes late!” I snapped.

You had to be looking for it, to see the tremor passing through her system. “Oh God I’m so sorry!”

“I want you to be punctual.”

“I will be! I promise!”

I didn’t invite her in, just taking in the swell of her strap-divided breasts, and the way the slanting sunlight added hints of orange to her fine blonde hair. Looking at her dressed this way reminded me of high school, and every unattainable cheerleader I hadn’t fucked.

“Is Coral here?” she asked.

“No, she isn’t. She won’t be back for a couple of hours.”

“Good! I mean…”

“What are you here for, Judith? Are you even sure?”

Her answer came in the form of her weight shifting on restless legs. She looked like she had to pee, but I knew better. “I broke things off with my boyfriend,” she finally said, looking into my eyes to see if that pleased me.

“He sounded like a twit.”

“He was! He was disgusting. I can’t believe I ever…” She didn’t finish.

“Is that why you want to see me? Because you feel unglued after breaking up with your boyfriend?”

“No, it’s… more. Can we, you know, go up to your office?”

To the safe zone I’d given her, where she unconsciously knew she could let it all out. “You can say what you need to say out here. Nobody is watching, or listening.”

“I want you to hypnotize me again!” she blurted, once given permission.

“Why don’t we conduct an exploratory session in the kitchen instead?” I asked. “My memories of you in the upstairs office are hardly professional, because they involve blackmail, and lingerie, and you wanting to suck on my cock. We could start all over in the kitchen over some iced tea, and informally explore whether we’re even going to have any sessions.”

I watched the blood drain from her face. For a second or two I thought she might faint. An almost inaudible whimper eased through closed lips. “Can you hypnotize me in your kitchen?” she asked, not looking up.

“No, I can’t.”

A faint birdlike peep of pain. Her head continued to hang down, and I realized that she was staring at the erection pushing at the crotch of my khakis. Her eyes locked on with her mouth hanging open.

“I want the kitchen, Judith. What do you want?”

She stood still, caught. She was dying for an immersion session in the office, but also wanted to please me and obey. I waited her out, providing no relief from the indecision. Which impulse was stronger, her naturally submissive side or the implanted suggestions?

“I was really hoping?” she squeaked.

“For?”

“That you would want what I want, and want me to do it?”

The pressure inside had her sentences ending as questions, the tone of her voice like a piccolo at the end. Under the circumstances, it was hot.

“Do you take public transportation, Judith? Or do you drive?”

“Huh? I…”

“Answer me!” I had my reasons for needing to know.

“P…p…public?” she sputtered, my raised voice cutting through her.

“You don’t ever drive?”

“No, I…”

“Tell me what you want more than anything in the world right now.”

Her eyes flared, staring at my crotch. “I want to do what you want, but I want you to want to hypnotize me again? Is… Does that make sense?”

“Hypnotize you again? Why?”

“I want… I hoped… I feel so much better up there? Please?”

“Stop making your voice rise like that,” I demanded. "It's fucking annoying."

She gasped, one of her hands reaching into the air as though to find something to steady herself.

“I haven’t decided yet whether I can see you professionally," I continued. "I really haven’t.”

She shifted her weight more, still peering down at the swelling in my pants. “There’s… I’d be happy to pay you any way you want. I’ll pay you whenever you want, as many times as you want. Oh God, can’t we go up to your office? Just this once, so you can… see?”

“You’re trying to buy me off with a blowjob, aren’t you?” I accused.

She looked like a deer caught in headlights, except that her expression changed a second or two later, becoming desperate. “Oh God, please don’t say no! I’ll… I was hoping…”

More than hoping, I knew. I’d made sure of that. “You’re just dying to suck my cock, aren’t you?”

“God yes!”

“Listen, then. If I take you upstairs, it’s not to work with you as a client. It’s for the sex. Only the sex. And if I hypnotize you again…”

“I’ll do anything! Please!”

“That’s for the same reasons, Judith. That’s to make you so horny that you can barely stand it.”

“I already can’t stand it!”

“No therapy,” I continued. “Just fucking, and your body melting with desire.”

“I want that!”

“But done my way, the hypnosis making you my obedient little sex kitten. That’s what we’re talking about.”

“My God, I want that, don’t you see?”

“What I see is that you aren’t considering whether I’ve gotten inside of your head already. What I see is that you don’t even know where your desires end, and mine begin.”

“I don’t care! I… need this!”

As I needed the liberating feeling of not pretending that I was doing one thing while gunning for a completely different outcome. Here was honesty — it might be fucked-up depraved honesty, but it was finally real honesty.

“Please,” she whispered. “Let me go up. Please…”

I finally relented, stepping to the side and nodding toward the staircase. Following behind as I had the other day, my eyes fixed to Judith’s perfect teenage ass, and how it moved. Halfway up the stairs between the second and third floors, I commented, “You’re deliberately teasing me with your ass.”

She froze, and turned with anxious eyes. “You don’t like it? I’ll stop.”

“No,” I answered.

She began to tremble, unable to tell what I wanted. “No, you don’t like me teasing, or no, don’t stop?”

“You figure it out.”

“But… I’d rather… You don’t want to tell me what you want?”

“What I want? I want you to unzip your shorts and let them fall to your ankles. Your panties, too. I want to watch your naked ass as you climb the rest of the stairs, with your shorts and panties bunched at your heels. And I want your left index finger in your mouth, practicing how to blow me, and the right index finger sliding up and down your pussy, greasing your thighs for me.”

She hissed as she shimmied the tight shorts down her hips, garments bunching at the bottom of her well-formed legs. What a fucking ass this girl had, the underlying muscles tensing exquisitely with every awkward step. I could hear the liquid sound of her busy fingers, and the scent that trailed behind was almost overpowering this time.

She shook her body as I locked the door behind us, causing the shoulder bag to drop to the floor. I watched how her cheeks inflated and compressed around the finger in her mouth, imagining how it would feel when my rigid cock received all that supple wet treatment.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked, genuinely curious.

She looked up, eyes clouded with heat. “Htockings,” she spoke around the busy finger. “Heelz. A leagger corhet. Oh Gog, oh Gog…”

She sank to her knees, either unable to stand or to be in position to efficiently suck my dick should I grant that. I liked that Judith was into lingerie, without even being told. She wanted to please me and was showing some initiative, anticipating what I might enjoy.

“Stop fingering your orifices and put the stockings and heels on,“ I instructed.

Judith’s eyes crossed momentarily as she focused on her finger exiting her mouth. Panting heavily, she scanned the room, instinctively looking for a place to change.

“Right where you are,” I said. “I’ll sit back and watch.”

Which was exactly what I did, leaning back comfortably in my desk chair. Her body was lovely, all tight and gently muscular from the swimming, with one of those glorious waist-to-hip ratios that reaches right into a dick and inflates it. I couldn’t have been harder as she brought white translucent stockings out of her bag, and slipped them up her fine legs, flexing her calves for me and turning to flaunt her flawless backside. She placed white heels on her feet next, and struck a modelly pose that accentuated her curves, with her fine ass sticking out. Good girl.

“I want you on the couch just like that,” I said. “Without panties, with nothing covering your tits. Go lie down, and place yourself in the position to receive my voice.”

She complied, my eyes scrutinizing the sway of her breasts as she walked. They were medium sized tits, very round and well-formed. I could so easily imagine Judith and Coral at the university’s pool, each admiring the design of the other’s hot body. No wonder Coral had wanted to draw Judith, even as Judith secretly dreamed of getting it on with Coral.

With Judith appropriately positioned on my couch, I guided her into herself. We hit a unique bump this time as the act of being hypnotized made her so horny that I allowed her to go back to stroking her pussy. For a time it was my soothing voice versus her stimulated cunt, the pull of deep internal relaxation pitted against slippery shuddering stimulation.

I won. And you might say that Judith won, too, experiencing the pleasure of sliding into the immersion state in mid-pussy stroke. What a way to go.

This moment had been on my mind all weekend. I had a mental checklist that I had devised, and I wasted no time in following my ideas.

“Who is Michael, Judith?”

“My… secret master…”

“And who will ever know this?”

“Nobody.”

“You cannot lie to Michael, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Did you delete an e-mail from Michael’s laptop?”

“No.”

“Are you even aware that the e-mail existed? Did you ever look at Michael’s computer, when it sat on the kitchen table last Friday?”

“No…”

I knew it. It had been Coral. I took several deep breaths, trying to keep calm. I would have to contemplate the implications of this confirmation of my fears at another time. Right now, I had this gorgeous young girl lying in front of me in nylons and heels, her mind so open, and dying to please.

“You already feel excitement in your vagina,” I began. “So much excitement.”

“Yes!”

“Bring your attention deep inside your vagina, Judith, very deep inside. Be in your vagina — your pussy — as though it has become the center of your body. Be so deeply in your pussy that it feels like the very center of your being. Like it’s the seat of your soul.”

In her compliant silence, the signs were almost too subtle to see, but I knew from studying my patients’ progress that she was there, following my voice.

“Show me where you are right now, Judith. Point to me who you are right now.”

One arm raised, just enough to point to the apex of her thighs.

“Now listen closely Judith, and follow my voice further, and deeper. I want you to swing your legs onto the floor, in a position of slouch-sitting, with your legs spread wide. Follow the sound of this voice, and present yourself, with all of your being in your pussy, to Michael’s voice. Now.

Her movements were quick, and efficient. In seconds, her ass was poised on the edge of the couch, her white heels planted far apart on the floor. I kneeled between them, drinking in the sight and the smell of this lovely wet pussy, with its trimmed blond hairs and glistening folds. She was in there, focused there. It had become the whole of her, for as long as I kept her there.

This was the point where I guided patients to take ownership of the pain they experienced, and to keep other parts of the body relaxed, to avoid exacerbating any unpleasant sensations they experienced. I would give them a calming word, or image, something to return to and embrace in moments of physical or emotional distress. It wasn’t too much of a stretch to believe that I could guide Judith elsewhere, using similar techniques for entirely different aims.

“I want you to keep this sense of your pussy, alive and central, Judith, feeling it deeply. Sense the structure of your pussy in minute detail. Feel the clitoris, above, and the folds of the labia, like slippery gateways to all that lies inside. Sense all of it, Judith. Sense its heat, and its texture, and its depth, and how alive it is. How alive you are. Can you do that?”

“Yess… Oh yesssss…”

“It is you — it is all of you The clitoris, above, is the mind. The vertical length of the pussy is your torso, and the interior of the pussy is everything inside, everything you feel, all of your emotions, your spirit and soul. Do you understand?”

“Yesss…”

“How would you like for Michael to play with your mind, Judith?”

“Uh! Yesss… Yes, play with my mind!”

“You’ve been wishing for that for days, haven’t you? For Michael to touch your mind?”

“Yes! Touch it!”

I licked the middle finger of my right hand, getting it all slippery, and reached between her spread legs, lightly dabbing at her swollen clit.

“Uh!” she cried out. “Oh my God, oh my God…”

“This is the feeling of knowing that Michael’s commands can appear inside your mind through hypnosis, Judith. Feel how your mind craves Michael’s presence, stroking at you from within. It feels incredible, doesn’t it, having Michael touching your mind?”

“Yes!”

“And now Michael’s influence will fill your torso, stirring your feelings, stirring your soul.” She was so incredibly wet that I didn’t even bother to lick the middle and index fingers of the other hand. Without ceremony, I plunged my fingers into her pussy as far as they could go, and wiggled them inside.

“Uh!” she cried. “Oh… yesss! Michael!”

"Feel me, Judith. Feel how emotions about Michael thrill you and fill you. Feel how exciting it is to know that Michael can manipulate your emotions, warming your insides, touching your entire being.”

“Oh yes! I feel you!”

“This is exactly how you will feel tomorrow, anytime you see an item of produce.”

“P…produce?”

“Yes, produce,” I grinned, wiggling my fingers faster inside of her. She gasped, and inside I knew she was adapting to the unexpected direction. “Seeing any fruit or vegetable, anywhere, in any context, will cause these same sensations to resurface. These sensations, of your excited clit-mind, and your invaded pussy-emotions, being touched and excited by Michael. Do you understand?"

“Yes…”

“But only tomorrow, on Tuesday.”

“T…Tuesday.”

“On Thursday, it will be the same, only not from produce. On Thursday, it will be birds.”

“B…birds…”

I dabbed at her clitoris more forcefully, driving the sensations home. “Birds, Judith. Any bird you see on Thursday. Do you understand?”

“Uh! Oh yes! Birds!”

“And on Saturday, it’s airplanes in the sky. Only airplanes in the sky, Judith.”

“Air… planes! Saturday!”

Though my dick was raging, I felt like laughing out loud. It was probably cruel what I was doing, creating such ridiculous triggers, and only on certain days. It was a complete perversion of what I’d learned in an old college course focusing on the work of the behaviorist B.F. Skinner. He had proven through careful study that the most powerful reinforcement techniques are those that are intermittent, and unpredictable. Judith wouldn’t know what to watch out for, or even how to be watching, at least at the beginning. By the time she figured it out and tried to anticipate or manipulate the triggers on her own, the landscape would change, keeping her off-guard and making the appearance of the physical and emotional sensations all the more devastating.

That was my idea, anyway. It was a good one — manipulative as hell and likely to have her crawling on her hands and knees at random times of the day, in random places. Good thing for the public that she didn’t drive.

I leaned back a few inches, not enough to remove my fingers from her privates, but enough to take in a better view of the fine legs in the white silk stockings, and her breasts above. Judith’s lips were parted in an ecstatic round “O”, and I could see the top of her tongue, glistening wet like her pussy. I had fully planned on getting my very first immersion state blowjob this evening, and there was no time like the present.

“You take pride in the quality of the blowjobs you can give, don’t you Judith?”

“Yes… Always good, from the beginning.”

“Because your mouth is so talented.”

“Yes.”

“All a talented mouth like yours needs is some motivation, and you could give a man a blowjob to remember, isn’t that true?”

“Oh yesss… I’m… so good at it.”

“You’ve been dreaming of sucking Michael’s cock, haven’t you? You’ve wanted his cock in your mouth, so badly, for days. You need his cock in your mouth.”

“Yes! N…need!”

I worked my fingers inside of her pussy, twisting my hand from all the way back, from the elbow. “This is what it feels like inside when you dream of giving Michael a blowjob,” I said. I worked my fingers faster, and deeper, beginning to ream her up to the knuckles. “This is what you’re going to feel inside your body, every time you imagine yourself giving Michael a blowjob.”

“Uh! Oh! Oh God!!”

Faster, twisting more. “You want to come, don’t you Judith? You’re so close.”

“Yes!”

“But you can only come when you feel the warm stream of Michael's cock coming in your mouth.”

“Ah! Please…”

“Please Michael, please jam your cock inside my mouth? Is that what you mean?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Well then…” I pulled my hands out and away, noisily unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. “Michael’s cock is poised just inches from your mouth now, Judith. What are you waiting for?”

Her mouth opened wide, and she lunged forward. Only to find open air, because I pulled back.

“You missed!” I accused, and she cried out in lust and frustration. “Give Michael the blowjob you’ve been dreaming of giving him! Give Michael the kind of blowjob that will make him want to call you to schedule another one. Now!”

She literally growled, like some sort of feral Valley girl beast, her hands probing the air until they found my hard tool. I thought she would pull me to her, but instead she sprang forward off the couch, attacking her target. We fell together onto the floor, my back pressed against the cool of the hardwood, with Judith’s knees planted at either side of my hips.

Her technique was anything but subtle. From the first moment, the entirety of my cock was bathed in warm saliva, and drawn down her throat. She sucked, sucked and sucked, like she thought my dick might have an extension unit that would pop free if she could only pull hard enough. I felt my balls against her chin, getting hot, and then she rode her lips back up my length, compressing her cheeks, noisily swirling saliva, up and down, up and down…

The next sensations can only be compared to the sounds and motions of a washing machine. It was like my dick was being sloshed clean, sloshed with a speed and vigor that made me cry out, my legs bucking uncontrollably. I’d never felt so much hot liquid stroking my cock, and it was pure auto-wash magic, her liquid pulling forth my liquid.

I came violently, an explosion of cum that rushed out so suddenly that I felt pulled along with it, like I was leaving myself, being propelled into the center of Judith’s head. She screamed into me as my hot spurts set her off. It was like that for a time — me spurting and involuntarily kicking, with Judith pulling the spurts deep down, and involuntarily screaming.

I felt lost inside my own dick, lost like she would feel lost when the commands kicked in on given days, pulling her consciousness inside of countless wracking all-being orgasms. Lost, like somebody who doesn’t know if they can ever fully return to where they were before. Lost like a man who doesn't even want to return.

Lost like this hot-assed miracle blowjob worker was lost, and would remain lost.

“When can I see you again?” Judith asked with anxious eyes, at the bottom of the stairs. She looked as she had looked when she’d arrived, except for the shiny splotch of my cum, there just below the right corner of her mouth. But then I thought of her expression when she had arrived, and recognized just how changed she really was. Her eyes were completely different, looking hours or days ahead, rather than up two flights of stairs. Even her posture was different — less like she had to pee, more like she'd unconsciously given a full-throttle blowjob, and been hammer-fucked from behind. Which she had.

“A week,” I answered. "Same night, same time. It will give you time to buy a cheerleader outfit to bring to your next session. You look like one, and I want you to dress like one."

She looked down at my crotch. “A week is so… long.”

“You’ll feel me close,” I smiled. “You’ll even feel me inside. I guarantee it.”

She gasped, her thighs scrunching together. That had been my final present — the word “guarantee” as a trigger.

“Oh God! What… did you do to me?”

“You’ll know soon enough, you submissive piece of cheerleading whore-meat. I guarantee it.”

She almost fell to the floor at that one.

“Wait here,” I instructed, leaving her there quivering to get something from the kitchen. She had her hands pressed flat between her thighs when I returned, like they were floodwalls taking on the pressure of a rising tide, and losing.

“Put this on your bedside table when you get home,” I instructed, holding an apple in my outstretched hand.

She looked up into my eyes as she took it, silently questioning through the haze of heat between her legs. It was a poignant, all too familiar scene — this young blonde formerly innocent thing, holding the red apple while knowing full well that my serpent’s wishes were already inside of her somewhere, corrupting.

The streetlamps were just beginning to glow against a deep cobalt sky as her lovely ass swayed down our sidewalk, and into the gathering night. I’d taken an irreversible step this evening, right here at home. And though it was all wrong, something felt so very right about it. I could never go back now, and undo what I had done. I could never go back and be what I had pretended to be.

And the interesting thing was that I didn’t even want to. Not anymore.