Hypnosis can make a woman orgasm repeatedly, and Dr. Bill Cooper is the master of the art. But Bill has fallen for a woman with a tragic past, and needs all his skills to cure her. He uses hypno-orgasms to blow her mind and help her frigidity. But after forming the lifemate of his dreams, his jerk brother tries to seduce her with money. But Bill will have the ultimate revenge. EXCERPTS: "I can't masturbate. I'm like a quadriplegic with a chronic erection." "Hypno-orgasms are several times more intense. When a man is over-excited, he cums too soon, but when a woman is over-excited, she cums more often. So I can not only take you to the summit, I can take you there repeatedly. It's the safest sex you'll ever have." Completely stressed out, Emily stared at him like a cow about to be tipped over. Then he smiled that awesome smile of his and she fucking melted like cheese on an omelet. Something vibrated in his pants and it wasn't his beeper. She hooked him like a fish; he could practically taste the metal in his lip. In an ironic twist, the hypnotherapist was the one in the deep trance, and in need of some therapy. Men cannot fall in love with women they do not find attractive, and women cannot fall in love with a man they do not respect. He covered her tongue with cum as she continue to bob on his pole, determined to take every pez from his dispenser. Her tongue must have a Taser attached because it sent jolts of electricity up his spine. Some of his juice spilled on her chin, so she scooped it up, sucking her fingers like a chicken wing. A man in a suit is like a woman in lingerie. "Men get laid by convincing women that they want more than sex." "What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?" "As a kid I once fell face-first into a fresh pile of steaming doodoo. And let me tell you, it tasted like crap!" She slapped his arm for pulling her leg, but couldn't help laughing. "On the one hand, I owed my mother’s meatloaf an apology but, on the other hand, it remains the best shit I've ever had." "I want to nibble on your earlobes." Her hands flew to her ears and she laughed at how silly she must have looked, with her elbows pointing at him like guns over the dinner table. "I'm getting tits? Do you have any idea how much that changes a girl's life? Breast implants for a woman are like a man becoming six inches taller." That's what they now called it: the Orgasm Room, because it reeked of sex all day, every day. Guys who say all pussy is the same are idiots. Every pussy -- like every love -- is unique. Some may feel equally good, but that does not make them the same. A man can hate a woman and still love the sex, but that does not mean his feelings don't color the experience. Even before she heard his message on her voice mail, her legs started trembling. With his trigger words, she collapsed on the campus lawn as another powerful orgasm shook her body like a baby rattle. Her body cruelly responded on cue as her pelvis bucked wildly, saturating her blue jeans. She had no idea how loud she screamed, but apparently the entire campus heard her. He made it his purpose in life to perfect the art of cunnilingness. Unfortunately, while men prefer feedback, women expect mind reading. But now her pussy was like a home security system: once he learned the code, he could make it scream anytime he wanted. Her scream vibrated his cock, still in her mouth, before pounding his ear drums and threatening the windows. It lasted forever, too. Bill could belch the alphabet quicker. It struck like a thunderstorm, charging the room with electricity. His home was not so much silent, as stunned, by her scream. Emily turned around and gasped at the size of the cock. Beauty may be in the eyes of the beholder, but ugly is universal. God must have awarded this guy a huge cock as compensation for shortchanging him on everything else.
Die Inhaltsangabe kann sich auf eine andere Ausgabe dieses Titels beziehen.