I just want to help my husband, and this is the only way I can think how...
Martin isn't just a frustrated writer, he's an angry writer. I've tried everything I can to calm him down, but he's left me with no choice but to hypnotize him. This program has helped with my insomnia and also go us both off the cigarettes. The only danger I face is hypnotizing myself -- and where would that lead us? This plan is mad, bad, and very, very dangerous...
WARNING: How I Hypnotized My Husband is a 4100+ word hardcore erotic story, with themes of female domination and hypnosis.
I looked at his screen, and I realized that the program was still going. I tried not to look at it too much, fearful that I would be hypnotized too. That wouldn’t be a terrible accident, but I didn’t need this particular re-alignment, and besides, I would have to explain to Martin why I was all zoned out on his study floor in my underwear.