telepathy
12:00 a.m.<>2002-04-05

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i was having an e-discussion with a friend about issues of control in the bedroom. she asked me what my favorite control fantasy was. here is more or less what i sent her:

i’ve had this fantasy for a long time – since high school, in fact. in it, i possess a supernatural power, a sort of telepathic ability to drive people (particularly women) wild with lust. i know, it’s sort of juvenile. it sounds that way even to me. but even so, it still has the power to get me warm when i think about it.

when i was in high school, i had a mad crush on a girl named sophie. she and i were good friends, even though my amorous sentiments were quite unrequited. we shared a history class, and with the amount of time i spent daydreaming about her and trying not to glance in her direction, it’s a wonder that i ever found out who won the first world war. even after all these years, i can vividly picture her brown eyes, her bony knuckles, the way her dark, wavy hair curled at her shoulders. she liked to dress very simply, keeping her hair in a ponytail and tending toward plain white t-shirts and blue jeans that, while not especially tight, hugged her bottom in all sorts of exciting ways. sometimes her t-shirt would be thin enough that i could make out the texture of her bra where it conformed to the contours of her ample chest.

i spent many hours over the course of that class entertaining steamy thoughts about my friend sophie. in my fantasy, i directed my “special power” at her as she scribbled busily in her notebook. being able to control the focus and amplitude of this power, i kept the intensity low to start with. i knew that she had begun to feel aroused, but the only hint she gave was that she paused in her writing and a slightly quizzical expression crossed her face. i maintained that level of intensity for a while, as if her arousal was a volume dial and i was turning it up ever so slightly.

as i gradually increased the amplitude of her desire with my mind, i noticed a thin sheen of sweat appear on her upper lip. her small fingers tightened their grip on her pencil. i kept her at that stage for a while, until

her eyes were closed and her normally pale face was tinged with a slight flush. then i turned up the intensity a bit more, sending warm, pulsating waves of pleasure rippling through her body. her eyebrows knitted together in consternation. she had no idea what had come over her so suddenly, but she knew that she didn’t want it to stop. the excitement continued to build within her as she dropped all pretense of writing in her notebook.

sophie’s nipples were now visible through her white t-shirt. beneath the desk, her short legs crossed and uncrossed repeatedly. the teacher’s voice droned on about the battle of the somme, but sophie was oblivious to everything but the tingling in her breasts, the gathering moisture between her thighs. i saw her jaw clench and unclench as she fought the urge to squirm in her seat. with infuriating slowness, the hands of the classroom clock ticked toward the end of the period. i kept sophie’s arousal taut and steady, as if i were holding a length of rope. a minute or so before the class was scheduled to end, i turned up the intensity abruptly, sending a tidal wave of pleasure rolling in her direction.

sophie’s eyes flew open and she let out a stifled gasp. without waiting for the bell to ring, gathered up her books in a rush. ignoring the startled glances of the teacher and her classmates, sophie rushed from the class, her face scarlet. i waited another minute until class was dismissed before getting up to follow her. since our minds were connected by the telepathic link, i knew exactly where she had gone. walking at a leisurely pace, i headed in the direction of the girl’s locker room.

i hesitated before entering the locker room, looking around to make sure i wasn’t seen slipping in. for a moment, i was scared that sophie wouldn’t be alone in the locker room, that i would run into someone else and be forced to explain my presence there. fortunately, however, the last phys ed class of the day had ended, and the room was deserted. a muffled rustling sound emanated from one of the shower stalls. slowly, i walked toward the sound.

the sight that greeted my eyes sent an delicious shiver down my spine. sophie, her back against the cold tiles, had unbuttoned her jeans and was frantically working one hand beneath her legs in an attempt to quench the flames of desire that threatened to consume her. she had clapped her other hand tightly over her mouth, so that the sound of her moans wouldn’t be heard outside by the students making their way to class. her nostrils flared with her effort to remain quiet. the stall was filled with a loamy, sweaty scent.

when she saw me, she jumped. tears of frustration sprang to her eyes when she realized that, as much as she tried, she was unable to still the churning of her hips, or the feverish motion of the hand between her legs. a few strands of brown hair had come loose from her ponytail, and they lay in damp tendrils across her forehead as she looked at me imploringly.

“sophie,” i said softly, my voice almost a whisper. “would you like me to help you?” her desperate, lust-glazed eyes met mine, and after a moment she nodded silently.

keeping my eyes locked on hers, i smiled gently. she looked swollen and luscious leaning against the shower wall like that, her face and neck flushed a bright pink. like a ripe fruit, ready to burst open. i told her to take off her sneakers and her jeans, which were still bunched up just below her hips. as she did so, i caught a gust of her scent, the pungent smell of pure animal arousal. her simple white cotton panties

were soaked completely through. at my prompting, she removed these as well, rolling them down the curves of her legs. “take off your bra,” i said, “but leave your shirt on.” she hastily complied, her excitement beginning to reach a fever pitch. unbound, her large breasts lolled within the thin t-shirt, their tips making little tents in the fabric.

at my bidding, sophie sank down to the floor of the stall, her back still supported by the tile wall. i told her to bend her knees and spread her legs wide, to open herself to me. i took a moment to admire the sight of

her pink, engorged sex, shining with moisture, before telling sophie to touch herself. as she did so, i increased the intensity of our psychic connection, buffeting her with gusts of unbearable pleasure. her breath came in ragged pants as her fingers blurred over her labia and clitoris. she began pleading with me, begging me to give her the climax she was so desperate for. amplifying our mental link even further, i finally relented, allowing her desire to reach its crescendo.

she came for me again and again, her body racked with great, heaving shudders. orgasmic waves broke against her repeatedly, washing her entire being with pleasure. her urgent pleas dissolved into loud whimpers and incoherent groans. when she was at last sated, she slumped across the floor of the stall, spent.

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