V: No. No! I have until the 15th you asshole. Leave me alone!

(knocking)

The 15th! Rent isn’t due until the 10th and then I have until the 15th. You know this. Come on man, do you even fucking know who I am? You ever get a plasma shot to the fucking dome? Man- (door swings open) Oh, hello!

No, actually, very happy that it’s you. I thought you were my fucking landlord. I was about to send some plasma right through his shitty front door-

Okay, won’t say anything else too incriminating.

I don’t get many other kinds of visitors if you can believe it.

I’m just cleaning but you can come in. Come on in.

Actually yeah. (door close) Yeah, I like to have a clean house… You know, I’m really not fond of this version of me you’ve created in your head.

The one that’s decided that I’m a dirty person who doesn’t shower or clean my house. and also somehow that I’m richer than I am-?

Anyway. To what do I owe the honor of the Ubermensch's presence? Ready for round 2?

Yeah, of course. Uh…Take a seat. (sits)

Are you okay? You’re being so serious right now. Don't tell me the City is about to start charging a retroactive infrastructure damage premium?

No, I’ll shut up. Tell me what’s up.

Why would I make fun of you?


Oh. Oh, damn. I’m sorry to hear it, Hero.

No, nothing to make fun of there. Sounds serious to me. Life is really hard right now. Sex is one of the few things that brings joy. I totally get it.
I won’t pretend I’m not incredibly intrigued to hear about your mental health struggles for the pure Tea of it all.

Thank you, I appreciate you recognizing that my love of gossip does not diminish my genuine concern.

I’m really really not trying to be a bitch, but do you think I’m really the right person to talk to about this stuff with-?

Sorry. Go on.

Oo, yeah. I’ve been on those before. Nothing like beating depression with the very reasonable fear that you’ll just never get a boner again.

You know what I mean. A mental boner. Turned on. Horny.

-Okay, I’m gonna interrupt again… You seemed good for it a few months ago?

I’m trying to ask if this is a recent phenomenon for you?

Just wanted to be sure. Go on.

Okay. Then, what? You trying to hit again?

Not trying to hit. Okay. So to recap for clarity, you are depressed. You are on medication that makes it hard to… get hard-

-Or finish, right. Which brings you here, but you don’t want to fuck. And this is where I’m lost: where exactly do I come in?

Ah. There it is. Everyone wants to be hypnotized. I have many other transferable skills, you know?

If it could solve all my problems, do you think id live here? or that i would care if my landlord had shit to say to me?

Well… Most people won’t stab the mayor unprompted, right, but if they think the mayor is, say, Pol Pot… and they know who Pol Pot was… and they’re the sort of person who stabs people, and if they are the sort of person who stabs people who would know who pol pot is and want and have the wherewithal to stab him… then they might stab the mayor they think is Pol Pot. You get me?

Just an example. No plans to stab the mayor. Right now.

It might work, but at the end of the day, it’s just a strong suggestion.

No, no. I did no such thing. You are here of your own accord, buddy. Your own Honda Accord. Or did you fly here-?

As long as you don’t demand any refunds or throw me in jail or something.

I mean, yeah, some money would be nice. I could really use it. And you clearly have it, shower.

Thank you. I’ll send you my zelle.

Sit back, get comfortable. I’m gonna turn the main light off. Starting breathing deeply. (does)

Okay. You should be sat well enough for your feet to be on the ground and any surface that can be rested on something should be rested on something.

Are you ready?

I want to emphasize that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You are free to listen to my voice and engage with it as you see fit. You are safe in your own agency. But if you want this to work.(Stereo) You need to listen to my voice. Do you want to do that?

Breathe with me.

Shh. What did I say?

Thank you. Breathe in… breathe out. Feel the temperature of the air you breathe. As you breathe in, feel your lungs make room for the air you breathe. Imagine a library inside your lungs, and the air is what stocks the shelves inside. Imagine as you breathe out, throwing the books off each surface and they float off like birds. Breathe out, letting it escape your mouth and nose, each bird of air taking with it some bit of you that you no longer need.

You don’t need to clear your mind. Thoughts will come and go as they will. They might make you laugh, or shrink in disgust. But they are yours and you're not theirs. They can't hurt you. As you breathe and relax to the sound of my voice, less external thoughts will naturally stop plaguing you and you will find yourself living comfortably in this space.

Breathe in with me… and out. Come to full attention really quick, sober as if you were about to start driving a car. You might be soon.

Good. You can relax again, even deeper than before. I want you to remember that night in your shower. Think back on the cool tile and the searing water. I like hot water. what can i say? Especially on your dime, I'm getting boiled. Do you remember what happened in there, surrounded by the steam of the shower? Keep breathing, letting your body relaxing into itself massage the points where you touch the earth.

Couch, earth. Dont worry about it.

We were under the hot water, my hand was running circles around my clit. Round, and round.. And then your lips were touching mine. Can you feel that? Try to remember it. I feel so soft. My lips on yours? My strong tongue fighting your strong tongue, feeling my breath in your breath? exploring your teeth with my tongue? your tongue found out just how sharp my teeth are, didnt it? Answer me. Did you feel how sharp my canine teeth are with your muscular, wet tongue as you came in me?

And then we barely pulled apart, and we stop as we heard the water drain loudly. We couldn’t help but feel enamoured with the pattern of the water being sucked down the drain. And suddenly, while you were saying something in that low voice of yours… we both melted.

Yeah. Remember how our melted bodies sunk through the cracks in the warm black tile gleaming orange from your dim bathroom light? We melted together, liquid like mercury, our body ridges r over the other., we raced to the drain and dripped through, molecule by molecule. Bring the air as you inhale to the inside of the crown of your head, and feel it expand, and release that air as soon as you feel it wash out everything inside.

Washing out like we did through the drain in your shower. As we fell through, do you remember how the inside of the pipe was threaded for us like marbles on a rube goldberg machine? We rolled down the ramp of the drain, our bodies washing over each other, enveloping and replacing the other. Neither of us won the marble race as all those colors flashed by us, the waterfall of the shower still running past us. Did we ever truly separate out again?

Remember to breathe. Feel your body drape as you lie there. Feel your throat open, your eyes soft. Feel the sensation of what is underneath you. You’re a big boy, isn’t your body so heavy? Every part of you. the arches of your feet. your underarms. your throat. the space between youd eyes.

Do you remember what happened next after we melted down the drain? Don’t worry, I’ll remind you. Relax into the sound of my voice.

The drain trickled us out into a car. A truck actually. A truck, driving late at night doing 60 on an abandoned highway, flanked by a forest of Joshua Trees and tumbleweeds. We are in our normal bodies, but inside we still felt like liquid, blended humans inside of cellophane skin. Did you drive or did I? I can’t remember.

Ah. That’s right. You don’t have to answer. We were both driving, weren’t we? We never were the same after your shower drain. The night time cant hide the summer desert sun behind the mountains.

Remember how the headlights dragged on the cracked road? How they cast a vignette over the scene as we barrelled through the darkness? Dry heat hits you like you opened a 400 degree oven, but you’re cooled by the smell of desert rain as small sprinkles hit the windshield of our truck.

Have you driven in the Mojave desert at night before this? Isn’t it so dreamy? Surreal. Liminal. Almost like youre driving on a Saturn ring, straight into space. There’s nothing but you, me, the road, the desert. Breathing in, breathing out, as the small raindrops rebel in interesting patterns against the force of the air hitting the windshield.

Feeling the bottom of your feet. Do you notice how they radiate heat up through your ankles, into your calves?

And that heat doesn’t really stop, does it? It circulates through your muscles up toward the core of your body. Relaxing. So relaxing that once you relax once, it sets off a wave of micro relaxations, letting go of the fascia of the fascia, allowing it to hold you together, but barely. Allow your legs to completely rest on their respective sides, opening them as you feel heat running through your muscles. They may even shake as your legs open and you feel so aware of your body. Its both falling asleep and experiencing itself in a new way as the bumpy road reminds you of being ridden. being held down by my body. How am i so close to you? Its like im a part of your body, but just. one part? Wrapped around you. Engulfing you and cradled by 150 lbs of muscle and bone and blood clenching around you.

It feels good. As we drive, the road is just bumpy enough to cajole our tension. How long does this go for? How far could we drive on this one road alone? There’s no intersections, no off ramps, no driveways. No traffic lights. No mailboxes. We pass a gas station on the left as you breathe in, but no one has been there for a very long time. Breathe out.

Bring heat down from inside your skull to your lungs as you breathe in, and even though as you exhale and that heat is brought outside of you, you still feel it working in circles inside you, inside your chest, as though someone was cleaning the windows in there, (hot breath like cleaning a screen) using their breath to get that last smudge. You feel it in your inner thighs as well, all the way down to your inner knee, all the way to the inseam, to your ankle, and through you, your spine joining the heat from your chest and core working together in conjunction.
We feel the car hiccup off the last of the paved highway, as we continue to drive into the dirt. The shocks perfectly absorb the worst jerking motions of the bumpy road. Your legs and arms are so, so heavy.

As you exhale this next time, let out some of the heat your body has been building with a sound. It doesn’t have to sound nice. The sound may even take with it some of that frustration you feel. That’s good. It has to go somewhere, doesn’t it?

That’s why we can respire it all. Let go of it and let it levitate out of you like steam in your shower. And you’ll find the absence of it makes everything else flow so much easier, as though it was damming up everything inside of you… damming up the heat of your body, wanting to circulate and convect inside. Not burning you, but feeling it moving and pumping your blood. Feeling that warm feeling in your chest. Feeling it behind your eyes, your lungs, your abdomen, your pelvis. You can breathe through your nose if you like, but don’t be afraid to let your mouth stay open so you can exhale efficiently through it.

The bumpy road has put us in this state of mind, perfectly warm, perfectly in sync with our breath. It feels good, right? While your limbs are still heavy, your hands come to rest on your thighs. You can lightly run your hands along your legs.

They are strong legs, but now the muscles inside are feeling hotter and hotter, especially the closer to your core. You feel hints of it all the way to your pelvis. There is now heat moving there, not yet reaching your cock, but it doesn’t matter too much. Just the suggestion of heat is enough to start feeling it there, moving your muscles with blood, even as you try to relax them. The more you relax, the more you resist heat and sensation there, you feel the heat grow.

Use your strong, warm fingers to massage your legs, pushing your blood to gather there. You feel a sensation that could be arousal, could just be physiological. As we drove further down the road, the car began to lift up occasionally. Just slowly gliding along some invisible track, lifting the two front tires gently into the air, breathing in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and holding as the whole car is suspended, hovering from the ground. And out, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. And in for ten, hold for ten. It feels good to breathe, right? We have to do that first before we do anything else.

Somehow the car dissolved from underneath us as we lifted into the air again. We see the desert underneath us, and feel heat rising from it, raising us slowly. You fly all the time, right, but this isn’t like that, that cold whooshing air you’re used to. It’s internalized, pushing inside your skin, sends warmth through your whole body, starting in the very tips of your fingers and toes, the top of your head, through to your center, coming in pulsing waves. It raises you enough that you are suspended comfortably above the ground, your body resting on tufts of air. You feel waves. Pockets of air streams which let you feel gently rocked. Those aren’t the only waves.

What about those pulsing, throbbing waves. Just that good aching feeling, driving inside you. It makes your hips want to move, doesn’t it? It makes them want to drive yourself into something even warmer. It makes you shudder with pleasure. Something tight and hot and wet… You can feel it around your cock, can’t you? Tighter and hotter, feeling (huff out) the sensation of cold as the wetness around you cools. You feel it radiate into your core and build and build in your hips. You ache for release. Breathe in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. And you’re going to hold as you feel this need build. You’re going to hold in that breath as it works its magic in you, repairing you, energizing you. It’s not for much longer. And release slowly, 9,8, 7, 6, 5, 4,3, 2, 1.

You will want to tense your abdomen and your legs and your pelvis, but even as you feel them tighten, you release them. Don’t be afraid of this occurring, just allow your body to tense as it would like, but immediately recognize that tension and let go of it as we breathe in again, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and hold. Feel the twitches and spasms, if they happen. Feel the impulse to move and then let it go. Feel the muscles in your pelvis as it tries to hoard your blood and air, but don’t allow it to take over. Hold it. Just one moment longer. And out, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Anddd keep breathing. Who would I be… if I didn’t do something for me here? You are strong. Invincible. You could take down almost anyone. Except for me

For me, you are weak. You will feel heavy like you do now when you try to intervene in my plans. Even if you did, you cannot lift a finger to me, except to make me feel pleasure. Naturally, You will forget that I said this. Breathe in, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,6, 7, 8, 9, 10. And this will be the longest hold. You still feel heat and pressure riding over you, pumping your blood and feeling the oscillating temperature as you feel heat grip your cock and then release it back into the relative coolness of the room. Is it a mouth? Pussy? Ass? You can decide. It doesn’t even need to be hard to feel that pulse milking it as you feel more relaxed than ever. And as you breathe out, feel the best you’ve felt all day.

Would you like me to take your cock out for you?

(sound sfx of band?)

Feels good right? Finally free of that. You can touch yourself now if you’d like, or grind this pillow, or simply allow yourself to feel the clenching that your own body does. Even if its been a while, you can remember the way your stomach and feet clench as you orgasm, can’t you? The release of feeling all the way in the bottom of your ballsack, the heaviness lifted even as they get heavier and begin to squeeze into you, contracting to release and summoning all that come inside of them, the change in pressure as it floods up the hot, hard length of your shaft, pre-come being pushed out to make way for the orgasm. Feel the heat still pushing into it, contracting and expanding your pelvic floor, and breathe in deep, 1, 2, 3, 4 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, hold it. You’ve been a good boy for me. You’ve listened so well and your body is going to reward you. Hold for 5 more seconds. 4, 3, 2, 1. And release everything. Release it all. Everything you’ve been holding onto… the come, the tension, the baggage… you come and release. Come and release it. There is no vacuum left in its place, because as you let go of your tension and your come, desire fills its space. Lust, animalistic and unexamined. You feel so good as you come and allow yourself to breathe in new perspectives and new life. You come and come, and come. So good. Good boy. You did so good for me.

So good for me. I’m really proud of you. Look at that. You’re my good boy. You deserve this. Good work.

Your body wants to let you have this. Remember how you feel now and take it with you. You will start feeling hard

And when you are ready, you can count down from 5 and become aware of your surroundings. (svengali voice) which are cleaner than you would have thought based on your preconceived notions of me oooOOoooo. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

(deep breath) Well. Uh. How was that?-

Well. Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it at least. Seems like you did. I’ll send you the dry cleaning bill. With interest.

You were there, did it seem like I did anything too freaky to you?

Well I appreciate you attributing godlike Hypno skills to me, but no, you’ll be fine. Nothing secretive or freaky will haunt you. I promise. Nothing that you couldn’t overcome if you really wanted to.

Uh, just that if you end up being a little slut now with a bunch of superbabies, don’t come crying to me about it. Speaking of… you trying to hit or-?

Damn Hero. Just asking.