The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kaylee looked up from her ipad in shock. She couldn’t believe her asshole ex-boyfriend was standing in front of her, not five feet away.

“Hey Kaylee,” Brian said with a smug grin as he came to a stop next to the table. “I’ve come to apologize to you.”

For cheating on me, or just being an asshole? Kaylee thought to herself. “I don’t want to talk to you,” she told him with a sigh. “Just go away.”

Kaylee made a point of looking back down at her ipad, and trying to ignore him. Suddenly Brian was sitting down across from her. Kaylee rolled her eyes and looked back up at him. “Please go away,” she asked him with a sigh.

“I can’t babe,” he responded with a friendly smile. “Not until I apologize to you.”

Kaylee sighed again. “Fine. Apologize. Then go away.”

“No problem, babe,” Brian said, still smiling. “Kaylee Scott, I apologize to you for being a sex-addict, and infecting you with my addiction, and ruining sex with all other men for you.”

It took Kaylee couple of seconds to comprehend what he said. When she did, she burst out in laughter.

“Brian, what makes you think you’re a sex-addict, and what on earth gives you the idea that you’ve ruined sex with other men for me?

Brian seemed mildly amused at her reaction. “Because all I think about day and night is sex!” he replied in exasperation. “Well, except for football,” he added offhandedly.

Kaylee glanced around nervously to see if anyone seemed to be eavesdropping. Luckily the coffee shop was practically empty.

“That doesn’t make you a sex-addict, it makes you a GUY!” she pointed out emphatically.

Brian just smiled back at her. “I couldn’t admit it to myself either at first,” he answered. “But now I have, and I want to help you with your addiction.”

Kaylee stared at him dumbfounded a moment. “Brian, all guys think about sex all the time. It’s normal,” she told him. “And I’m not addicted to sex,” she added dismissively.

Brian shook his head in annoyance. “Kaylee baby, just trust me. I’m a sex-addict and I’m trying to get better. That’s why I’m trying to apologize to you. That’s what’s Doctor Street told me I have to do.”

Doctor Downing Street, Kaylee thought with a roll of her eyes. It figured the weird old psych professor would come up with something like that. She also seemed to remember Brian saying that he was a family friend or something.

“Fine,” Kaylee said, giving in. “You’re a sex-addict. You’ve apologized. Now go away.”

Brian grinned. “Great. Thank you for accepting my apology, and helping me overcome my addiction,” he said as he stood up. “If you need me to help you overcome your own addiction, or with. . . whatever, text me or something,” he added as he passed her a slip of paper.

Kaylee glanced down at the paper, then back up, to see him walking away.

Asshole, she thought to herself. She had broken up with him almost a year ago, when she had found him in bed with a pair of freshmen. For some reason she hadn’t dumped him two weeks before that when she had caught him with that slut Melissa.

The very idea that he thought he had somehow ruined sex with other men for her was absurd. She had barely even thought about him in the past ten months. Well, except for his massive eight-and-a-half-inch dong. She had a dildo to replace that, though. And it never cheated on her. She had had two boyfriends since Brian Mister Football Player Anderson and both relationships had been infinitely more fulfilling.

John, whom she was dating now, was fantastic. He was a graduate student like she was, except in Post Civil War American History. He also spoke French, which was a major turn-on.

Brian on the other hand, was a senior majoring in physical education. She had met him when he had been assigned to her to tutor. He was actually reasonably intelligent, but he was far more interested in partying and bedding anything in a skirt than studying. He was also a backup. . . something on the football team. Lineguy? Kayle shrugged her shoulders in disinterest.

Suddenly Kaylee realized she was still thinking about Brian. She let out a groan of frustration and shoved her ipad into her backpack. She would have to finish studying at her apartment.

An hour later Kaylee was sitting at her desk, still trying to study for her exam on the Spanish colonization of North America. Every time she tried to concentrate though, her mind seemed to wander to Brian and his big dick. She had definitely enjoyed that part of their relationship, even if he was a cheating asshole. Finally Kaylee gave up, and got ready for bed.

That night Kaylee dreamed hot, erotic dreams. . . about Brian. She woke up still tired, and annoyed. “Asshole,” she muttered to herself as she climbed out of bed. As Kaylee got ready to go to the gym, she mentally kicked herself for dreaming about him. Intellectually she knew she couldn’t control her dreams, but it didn’t stop her from being upset about it.

While she worked out, Kaylee’s thoughts kept drifting back to Brian. Every time she realized she was thinking about him, she muttered to herself and tried to push him out of her mind. Even watching Fox News couldn’t keep him off her mind. Instead of finishing her workout relaxed and energized for the day, Kaylee was still out of sorts and distracted. With a sigh of frustration she left to get ready for class.

Kaylee was a graduate student in Early American History, so she only had two classes. Her first one didn’t start until nine in the morning.

All through class Kaylee found her mind drifting to Brian. At one point she even looked down at her notebook to see that she had doodled several pictures of him in the margins of her paper.

After lunch Kaylee went to her second class. It quickly became worse than her first one. Half-an-hour before it was over, Kaylee realized she had been drawing pictures again. This time there were several pictures of Brian’s cock. The worst thing though, was that she felt aroused too.

After her second class, Kaylee usually spent the rest of the afternoon—and most of the evening—studying, and working on her Master’s thesis. Today though all she could think about was Brian. It was almost like he really had infected her with some sort of sex-addiction.

By that night Kaylee was besides herself. She couldn’t get through more than a couple of sentences without Brian entering her thoughts. She tried reading, she tried turning on some Bach, she tried watching a History channel documentary on the French and Indian War she had saved on Netflix.

None of it worked. Finally Kaylee decided to go to bed. As she moved her backpack she notice a small slip of paper stuck to the bottom of it. Almost instantly, Kaylee recognized it as Brian’s phone number.

“Asshole,” Kaylee muttered to herself. At the same time though, she felt a twinge of arousal. Suddenly she had picked up her phone, and was texting him.

_asshole

Brian replied almost instantly.

_hey babe :) been thinking about me?

Kaylee muttered a curse to herself.

_only how big of an asshole u r

And how horny you make me, she mentally added.

_;) want 2 get 2gthr?

Kaylee paused a moment. John was out of town for a couple of weeks. And she was soooo horny.

_sure

_cum 2 my place

Kaylee paused again.

_ok

Less than ten minutes later, Kaylee was walking out of her apartment. She was wearing a pair of tiny tight jean shorts, and a cut-off gray sweatshirt with the school’s logo on it. The sweatshirt had belonged to Brian, and she had worn it a lot when they had dated. She had made it short sleeved, and cut it off so it showed several inches of her toned belly. At the last moment, she slid her feet into a pair of cork-soled five inch high heeled wedges that she knew Brian liked.

A few minutes later Kaylee arrived at Brian’s apartment. She was still a little nervous though. She knocked on his door, then brushed back her hair. A moment later the door opened, and she saw all six feet three of her asshole ex-boyfriend.

“Hey babe,” he said as he pulled her inside. “I knew you couldn’t stay away from me for long.”

Kaylee nearly swooned as she fell into his arms. Moments later, they were in his bedroom, with a trail of various items of clothing left in their wake. She barely noticed him shove a piled of laundry off it before pushing her onto it, naked except for her high heeled sandals.

Kaylee smiled up at him as he fell on top of her. She moaned in pleasure as his big dick found her wet opening. Kaylee couldn’t believe she had went so long without feeling this between her her legs.

Two hours or so later, Kaylee was lying on the bed next to Brian, who was asleep. Her five-inch wedge heels were still on her feet. She still didn’t think he was a sex-addict, but she was more than willing to let Brian treat her anyway. With a wicked smile, Kaylee rolled over and moved down to his flaccid cock. She wrapped her lips around the head, and slid it into her mouth. Brian had made her orgasm her three times tonight, but she needed another treatment, asap!