Josie Gets Her Head Clear
"I, um, I just have to edge more, that's all," Ericka muttered, although Josie could see her friend's fingers coming away slick and messy every time they slid between the soft pink labia and her voice had the slurred, sleepy quality of someone intoxicated almost to the point of insensibility. "M-Master explained it all to me, there's, like, this place you get to once you get past all the neediness and stuff where your mind gets clear again and everything makes sense, and if I find it Iā¦ I'll understand. But if I stop now, I'll never find it. You get why I can't stop, don't you, Josie?"
The scary part was, Josie almost did. She could still feel that impulse tugging away at the back of her brain, reminding her how good it felt to just hang out with Ericka at her apartment and smoke weed and watch porn while they played with their messy cunts, and even though she hadn't drifted nearly as far into the particular kink Ericka was describing and some of the very special videos that went along with it she could still remember that warm, soothing voice telling her how nice it would be if she only put off cumming a tiny bit longer and let her clitty throb her worries away. Her fingers twitched with the desire to rub, and it took all her self-control to focus on Ericka's words instead of her pussy and murmur, "I--I think that was a lie."
Josie watched Ericka's face as the other woman tried to absorb the implications of that statement, seeing her pale pink forehead contort in a desperate effort to push past the hours of programming and the constant pulses of tingling lust to actually think with a brain that had become fully atrophied by hypnosis and porn, and the petite blonde was embarrassed to realize that the sight only made it harder to keep herself from masturbating. Ericka looked so sexy like that, one hand on her tits and the other on her cunt and the light of intelligence flickering only fitfully behind her eyes, and it made Josie's pussy ache just looking at it. There was an open bag of weed gummies on the table, and Josie couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to just pop one or two in her mouth and let her attention drift to the hypnosis file playing in the background instead of the conversation.
It sluggishly occurred to her that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave it playing in the first place, and keeping her focus elsewhere while the soothing voice slipped into her ears might be making this so much harder, but Josie was distracted from the thought when Ericka's confusion melted into a dreamy, placid smile and she simply uttered, "Master always knows best," in a vacant monotone that made Josie's clit pound like a bass drum just hearing it. That made it hard to concentrate on pretty much anything, but fortunately Josie had an idea of how to handle that--she just slid off her bikini, pressed her fingers to her pussy, and let herself rub. She'd heard somewhere that if she just edged long enough she would be able to think clearly again, without the maddening pulse of arousal fogging up her brainā¦ and while she couldn't remember who'd told her, Josie knew it sounded like perfect advice to her.
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