Meteor's Gift (Mind Control Erotica)

When a meteor strikes in a remote valley, one local resident believes that the lucky find is the first step on the way to fame and fortune. However, the space rock that he takes home isn't exactly typical. Not long after, the young man discoverers he has a fascinating new ability: the power to control people's minds. What's a horny male to do other than make two girls live out lesbian fantasies?

Length: 11,800 words

This work of fiction contains adult material and explicit scenes with erotic descriptions. Themes include mind control and hypnosis, some exhibitionism, voyeurism, and other perverted fantasies. For mature audiences only. All characters over 18 years old.

Excerpt:

When he looked back up, Mindy was still standing there with no shirt on and her bra completely exposed. She made no effort to cover herself. In fact, she made no effort to do anything but perform her best impression of an immobilized object. The only thing that signified that she was still alive and well was the slow breathing, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

"I don't remember telling you to do anything," Ken said after a spell of silence. "I know I didn't tell you to do anything."

"You're right," the girl said quickly, and then she bent over to retrieve her shirt. Not long after, she was fully dressed again and flipping through some paperwork as if nothing had ever happened. She softly hummed to herself, inspecting the cleaning regiment and going through the list of orders. When she noticed the man staring at her, she stopped what she was doing and turned to face him.

"What is it?"

Ken's mouth opened and closed several times before the first word came out. "What are you doing?"

Mindy appeared dumbfounded. "I'm going through to see what new shipments come in this week, and which movies we're discounting."

"Why?"

"Because, I do it every week? It's my job? What's the matter with you?"

"Do you not remember what just happened?"

She set down the papers and gave her full attention to her coworker. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you were coming onto me and undressing, and then you had your hand down the front of my—"

Mindy interrupted his confession with an obnoxious laugh. "In your dreams, Ken. That's great that you think I'm pretty and all, but that isn't going to work if you're trying to ask me on a date, or something. I've told you before that I'm just not interested. And keep those perverted dreams to yourself next time. I don't need to hear about what I did in your fantasies. Gross."