A short little story. I had fun writing it. Maybe you'll have fun reading it. I readily admit that my skill as a writer lacks development.
Antiques are Sexy
Jake needed an anniversary present for his wife, Sarah. It was their first anniversary. Modern tradition suggests a clock. Considering that they both had a hypnofetish, it would definitely be a pocket watch. The fact that a smudge on a wall is a more effective hypnotic aid than a moving watch was irrelevant; it was all about the symbolism. By a stroke of luck, today was the grand opening of Eros Antiques. So, he stopped in to see what they had.
Upon entering, Jake’s first thought was that the clerk was quite beautiful. She had beautiful blue eyes, large breasts, and great legs. His first thought was that she was hired for her looks; hot women make great clerks. After talking with her for a few moments, he discovered that she actually owned the shop. Her name was Marissa. Apparently, her grandmother had run an antique shop and she had inherited it. When he mentioned that he was looking for a pocket watch for his wife’s first anniversary, she actually pulled one right out of her pocket.
If you guessed that Marissa was about to hypnotize Jake, you would be completely and utterly wrong. She did try to hypnotize him. Her attempt was so awful that he initially thought she was joking. She must’ve learned her hypnosis by watching B movies. “You are getting very sveepy, very sveepy…” He almost burst out laughing but managed to bring a somewhat glazed look to his eyes. He even responded with a subdued, “very sleepy…” He’d had plenty of practice with both play and real hypnosis with his wife. He was deeply curious as to what Marissa would do to him.
“You will obey my every command.”
“Obey…yes…”
“Follow me.”
“Follow…”
“Take off my clothing.”
“Yes…”
“Lick my pussy.”
“Hell yes!”
He didn’t say that part out loud. One might claim it was in poor taste to screw a random shopkeeper while getting your wife a birthday present. Jake definitely didn’t think so. He was quite happy to discover that the cunnilingus was just foreplay. When she was done with him, she ordered him to tell his wife and his friends to visit the shop. Then, she ordered him to forget what had just happened. SNAP! He felt kind of bad for the woman. She’d put so much effort into hypnotizing him and had failed miserably. He saw no harm in playing along. He’d definitely be spreading the word about her shop. He shook his head for a moment, pretending to be dazed.
“Um…Do you have any pocket watches? First year anniversary is clocks.”
Much to his disappointment, she did not have any pocket watches. He bought a small clock instead. A week later, he gave it to his wife, Sarah.
“Honey, I know you wanted a gold pocket watch. I really tried to get you one, honest. But the lady at the antique store only had one and she needed it to hypnotize me to have sex with her.”
“She did what?”
Jake pretended to swing a watch in front of his wife’s eyes.
“You are getting very sveepy, very sveepy.”
His wife burst out laughing.
“No, seriously. She actually thought she could hypnotize me like that. I played along and we had sex. She’s a great lover. She commanded to tell you and all my friends to visit her shop. Actually, the stuff has great prices. I know you wanted a gold pocket watch. I’m sure she’ll show you one if you ask.”
“Jake, it’s our anniversary. I’m not going to spend it screwing some random shopkeeper when I could be spending it with you. We’ll go there together.”
So, off they went Eros Antiques. Marissa looked very happy to see the pair. Jake snuck a glance at his wife. “Look, his wife said. The clock you sold my husband is beautiful. I’m even going to keep it. Still, I don’t know how you convinced him to buy it. He *knew* I wanted a pocket watch.
“Ah, you must be Sarah. As I already told your husband, I don’t have any pocket watches for sale. All I have is my own. Isn’t it beautiful? So very shiny? Just look. You both are getting sveepy, very sveepy…”
After they left, Sarah made Jake promise they’d buy something there for every anniversary. They also made sure to tell all their friends…except the prudes… to give Eros Antiques a visit. They had plenty of friends who could appreciate a store like Eros Antiques.
Antiques are Sexy
Jake needed an anniversary present for his wife, Sarah. It was their first anniversary. Modern tradition suggests a clock. Considering that they both had a hypnofetish, it would definitely be a pocket watch. The fact that a smudge on a wall is a more effective hypnotic aid than a moving watch was irrelevant; it was all about the symbolism. By a stroke of luck, today was the grand opening of Eros Antiques. So, he stopped in to see what they had.
Upon entering, Jake’s first thought was that the clerk was quite beautiful. She had beautiful blue eyes, large breasts, and great legs. His first thought was that she was hired for her looks; hot women make great clerks. After talking with her for a few moments, he discovered that she actually owned the shop. Her name was Marissa. Apparently, her grandmother had run an antique shop and she had inherited it. When he mentioned that he was looking for a pocket watch for his wife’s first anniversary, she actually pulled one right out of her pocket.
If you guessed that Marissa was about to hypnotize Jake, you would be completely and utterly wrong. She did try to hypnotize him. Her attempt was so awful that he initially thought she was joking. She must’ve learned her hypnosis by watching B movies. “You are getting very sveepy, very sveepy…” He almost burst out laughing but managed to bring a somewhat glazed look to his eyes. He even responded with a subdued, “very sleepy…” He’d had plenty of practice with both play and real hypnosis with his wife. He was deeply curious as to what Marissa would do to him.
“You will obey my every command.”
“Obey…yes…”
“Follow me.”
“Follow…”
“Take off my clothing.”
“Yes…”
“Lick my pussy.”
“Hell yes!”
He didn’t say that part out loud. One might claim it was in poor taste to screw a random shopkeeper while getting your wife a birthday present. Jake definitely didn’t think so. He was quite happy to discover that the cunnilingus was just foreplay. When she was done with him, she ordered him to tell his wife and his friends to visit the shop. Then, she ordered him to forget what had just happened. SNAP! He felt kind of bad for the woman. She’d put so much effort into hypnotizing him and had failed miserably. He saw no harm in playing along. He’d definitely be spreading the word about her shop. He shook his head for a moment, pretending to be dazed.
“Um…Do you have any pocket watches? First year anniversary is clocks.”
Much to his disappointment, she did not have any pocket watches. He bought a small clock instead. A week later, he gave it to his wife, Sarah.
“Honey, I know you wanted a gold pocket watch. I really tried to get you one, honest. But the lady at the antique store only had one and she needed it to hypnotize me to have sex with her.”
“She did what?”
Jake pretended to swing a watch in front of his wife’s eyes.
“You are getting very sveepy, very sveepy.”
His wife burst out laughing.
“No, seriously. She actually thought she could hypnotize me like that. I played along and we had sex. She’s a great lover. She commanded to tell you and all my friends to visit her shop. Actually, the stuff has great prices. I know you wanted a gold pocket watch. I’m sure she’ll show you one if you ask.”
“Jake, it’s our anniversary. I’m not going to spend it screwing some random shopkeeper when I could be spending it with you. We’ll go there together.”
So, off they went Eros Antiques. Marissa looked very happy to see the pair. Jake snuck a glance at his wife. “Look, his wife said. The clock you sold my husband is beautiful. I’m even going to keep it. Still, I don’t know how you convinced him to buy it. He *knew* I wanted a pocket watch.
“Ah, you must be Sarah. As I already told your husband, I don’t have any pocket watches for sale. All I have is my own. Isn’t it beautiful? So very shiny? Just look. You both are getting sveepy, very sveepy…”
After they left, Sarah made Jake promise they’d buy something there for every anniversary. They also made sure to tell all their friends…except the prudes… to give Eros Antiques a visit. They had plenty of friends who could appreciate a store like Eros Antiques.
And btw, your statement, "I readily admit that my skill as a writer lacks development" should really say, "I, like every conscientious writer, am a work in progress."
