Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Pink Cloud”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“He Broke Your Memory Last Night”, teased previously, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Pink Cloud” (MC MF MD)!

It’s Saturday night at Carmella’s first hypnokink con, and she’s feeling a little blue – nobody’s made her fantasies come true just yet. But she finds someone who’s happy to negotiate a scene with her, and while she doesn’t have any sex, they turn her brain into the fluffy pink cloud she wants it to be. Here’s a taste:

The whole thing felt so unexpected that Carmella was reduced to stammering, “Um, yeah, that’s… um, yeah, that’s me, from the wall, yeah,” like her brain had already turned into cotton candy inside her head; but thankfully, this was Day Two of an erotic hypnosis con. She was pretty sure that by this point, she could take off her clothes and do an a cappella rendition of Gloria Gaynor’s ‘I Will Survive’, and nobody would bat an eye.

Sure enough, the Viscount just gave her a little smirk and said, “And has someone already fluffed your brain tonight?” She could understand how he got that impression, even before she did her inadvertent Valley Girl impersonation; she’d dressed up for the play party in a bubblegum pink frock she repurposed from a Queenie Goldstein costume she did a few years back, and her cheeks and eyelids were dusted with bright pink glitter.

But she hadn’t even gotten her hypnosis cherry popped yet, let alone had her brain melted to a cotton candy slurry the way she dreamed about. “I wish,” she grumbled, trying to make it sound playful instead of vaguely resentful. She wasn’t sure she entirely succeeded; this was already Saturday, and while her friends all assured her that there would be plenty of informal opportunities for trance on Sunday evening after the con wound down, Carmella was painfully aware that this was the last official play party. She was starting to feel like Kaylee at the ball, all dressed up and no one to dance with.

Then the Viscount’s smile widened, a charmingly crooked grin that suddenly made it clear why he took his name from David Bowie. “Well, your wish could be my command,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief at the play on words. “Would you like to find somewhere to talk about what you really want to do? If I’m not interrupting, that is.”

Hope you enjoy it!

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