Short Story: Empty or Filled?

Female's Point of View - Hypnosis

I woke up with no memories. None. My eyes opened and the only thing I could remember was... Well... Nothing! I was a little confused. Disoriented... But I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t even worried.

Why should I?

I looked around and noticed I was in some sort of bedroom. The sheets were warm and silky against my skin, which made me aware that I was naked. But that didn’t bother me at all. 

I felt... Calm... Rested... Comfortable. 

Yet... I also felt... Like... Like I was missing something... No... Craving something... But I couldn’t remember what! I stretched my arms and legs beneath the sheets and my hand brushed against something hard.
No... Not some THING... Some ONE.

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I looked besides me and realized that I wasn’t alone. There, sound asleep, was a man.

​An attractive man... 

He wasn’t wearing a shirt... Was he naked as well? Did we...

I just had to look... He wouldn't mind right? Especially if we were already both naked in bed together... But what if he wasn’t? What would that mean? Better find out before he woke up...

So I lifted the sheets and peaked down...

OH MY! ​He certainly was... And...

It looked like he was dreaming about something nice. Taking stock of my situation, I wondered if he was dreaming about me. Us... Were we a couple? Lovers? Or was this just some weird circumstance that had us naked in bed... Like being caught in some rain storm... Clothes out to dry while we rested...

As I looked at his face, I decided it wasn’t something like that. No... His face was... Familiar... Like I knew this man. His name was... Was... I felt like I had it on the tip of my tongue!

I was looking intently at his face for the longest time, trying to remember his name, when he suddenly moved! I yelp in surprise and pulled the covers up to my chin.

My sudden move jerked him awake and he sat up straight, looking around.

“What? Who?” he said a little confused.

His confusion lasted until he looked back at me. Then he smiled in relief. His smile... His sparkling eyes... I felt a rush of arousal envelope my body as I admired his muscular back.

“Oh... Good morning Love...” he said as he peered into my eyes.

“Hum...” I said, registering that he called me his love. “Good morning to you to.” 

I tried to play it cool, but my face or body language must have tipped him off.

“Darn... You forgot again didn’t you?” he said as I saw his shoulder slump forward.

So he knew about my amnesia... Must not be the first time then.

“As a matter of fact...” I started, but his smile distracted me.

He seemed so caring... Loving... I felt like... Like I had deep feelings for him. Which my pussy seemed to confirm as I felt my clit pulse.

“I see... Well I guess that confirms it...” he said to himself before smiling up to me. “If it is like the last time, I guess you can feel that we are... Connected?”

“Yes... I do feel... Something...” I said, knowing full well what he meant.

“Good... That means you'll believe me when I tell you that we are lovers. Correct?”

“It certainly feels like we are... I mean... We are both naked and in bed together. Seems logical enough.” I said.

But the more he talked, the more I wanted him to come closer... I wanted him to kiss me... I wanted to kiss him... I couldn’t deny the attraction... The chemistry...

“Good... It will make things a little easier then... If I may?” he said as he grabbed the sheets.

I nodded after a few moments. He pulled them off me and I thought I would feel embarrassed to show him my body, but I only felt excited. Aroused... Which only got worst when I saw him. He completely removed the sheets and threw them on the ground. My eyes tore away from his and looked down at his impressive manhood. My mouth watered... I wanted to kiss that too... 

Somehow... It felt right... Comfortable... Expected...

“Do you still feel like we are lovers?” he asked with a smile.

I licked my lips and nodded. What a strange thing... I had no recollection of him at all, but my body seemed to remember... Anticipate... Long for... Crave...

“May I?” he asked as his hands hovered over my knees.

I swallowed hard and nodded. Somehow, I knew I should. His hands delicately caressed my thighs and knees before moving up slowly along my leg. He gently pushed them apart and my heart raced as I felt like we had done this a thousand times before. My body reacted with lust while my mind just got caught up for the ride.

He planted kiss after kiss on my skin, sending electric flames along my nerves. Making me ever so wet... Before I knew it, pleasure exploded from between my legs as his lips tasted me. My hips reacted to his ministrations with practiced ease and his powerful hands held my legs above his shoulders, locking me in place while his tongue joined in.

I was in heaven.

I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t really care. Who eve this man was, I loved him.

I didn’t even remember what what types of pleasure I liked, but he certainly did. He played my pleasure like he had learned to do it over many, many encounters... That or this man was just THAT good...

I got lost in the pleasure and whimpered when he slowed down and stopped. He looked up and smiled.

“Still feel like I am right?”

“Oh yes!” I said, half moaning.

He moved away, which made me whimper with a deep longing I couldn't understand. Why did he stop? But as soon as I questioned myself, I saw his rock hard cock come into view as he sat on his heels. Suddenly... I didn’t care about his talented mouth... I wanted that... Inside me... I couldn’t remember... I couldn't be sure... But some how I just knew that I needed his cock... I knew I would absolutely LOVE it.

“Your turn Love...” he said.

My turn? What did he... OH! Of course! I smiled as I felt that he was right. As I thought about licking his manhood, my mouth watered and it almost felt like I could already feel him slip inside my mouth. Like I needed it to slip inside...

So I moved myself around and crawled to him. As I approached, I couldn’t tear my eyes from his cock. Something about it... It felt so... Familiar... I brushed the feeling aside and tried to concentrate on what I was about to do. This lovely man had just given me such wonderful pleasure, I had to do the same.

I NEEDED to do the same...

My first few licks only made it clear I knew this cock very well. I seemed to instinctively know where to lick. Where to kiss... His moan encouraged me and I finally took him in my mouth. His girth was impressive, but I managed... I couldn't help but imagine how this shaft would stretched me...

When it happened.

I remembered... Something...

A flash of... Of... Of me! Looking myself in a mirror! I was getting ready to go out. Applying makeup... Brushing my hair... Then... Then... He appeared behind me, enveloping me in his arms...

I stopped sucking and looked up at him. He smiled. A knowing smile...

“You just remembered something didn’t you?”

“Huh... Yes...” I said. "I think so..."

“I could explain it more... But the gist of it is that the more we fuck, the more you’ll remember.”

“What? That makes no sense...” I said, but then again, I didn’t remember anything. Not even who I was!

Maybe there was such a thing in the world...

“I know... But since this feels so good to both of us... Why don’t we forget about all that for the moment and just continue? If you want to of course...” he said as he grasped his cock. Stroking it slowly...

I had trouble thinking again... I only wanted him inside me... I NEEDED him inside me...

“If I’m telling the truth, you’ll remember for yourself. If not then... We’ll still have a good time.”

Now that made just enough sense for my aroused brain to grasp. Besides, in that moment, I didn’t care if I remembered. My body was on fire and it felt wonderful. So I just smiled and bent down again.

I sucked him some more and I couldn't deny that it felt incredibly familiar. Wonderful even... I couldn't remember if I liked to suck cock, but in the moment, I certainly did. His cock felt so comforting in my mouth that I stopped questioning myself and my situation and just dove in. His moans felt like my own as the pleasure I felt gradually increased with every stroke of my mouth.

It felt so good to pleasure him... I certainly must have enjoyed this before I lost my memory...

I got lost in my ministrations and almost gasped with I felt his hand grasp my mane. It seemed he decided that he was good and ready because he pulled me up off his wonderful cock and brought me up to his lips. We kissed for a long moment before he pushed me back on the bed. He took his sweat time to move up my body and finally impale me. I was dripping with anticipation and he slid in without resistance. I felt his manhood pry my inner lips apart as he pushed his way deep inside me. So very deep...

Another flash of memory came to my mind as his hips finally touched my own.

We were fucking... Against the same mirror as before... My tits were out and my hair was in disarray... But the face that I saw in the mirror clearly didn’t care. My eyes were rolled in the back of my head as he pounded me...

And then the memory faded away as he started to move. His cock felt so familiar... So delicious... Like I had felt him inside me so many times my pussy actually remembered it... But remembering was irrelevant now. I just wanted to enjoy.

I NEEDED to enjoy...

And I did.

He fucked me in 3 different positions before he finally came. Which made me a little sad because he always seemed to change positions just when I was about to cum!

But as he came, I had another clear memory... And this one explained it all...

I let him catch his breath before I kissed him deeply. It felt right. I still wanted more... Craved so much more... But I knew he would have to heal before that would happen. He broke off the kiss and looked in my eyes. His smile was so soft... Loving... Satisfied.

“So Love?” he asked. “Was I right? Did you remember a little more as we fucked?”

“Oh yes...” I said with a smile. “Seems it's true...”

“Really? That was fast...” he commented to himself. “It usually takes you a few more fucks to remember that.”

“I wouldn’t know...” I said as I kissed him briefly. “I don’t remember... Yet...”

“I see... So you remember...” he trailed off.

“The conversation where I asked you to hypnotize me? Oh yes...”

I remembered it clearly now. The reason I forgot who I was... It was me! I had asked him to block my memories. I had asked him to make a game out of it. 

“I see...” he said with a smile. “So you remember THE conversation then?”

“I do. Or I believe I do...” I said as I stroked his hair.

“You remember that it was all your idea?” he asked.

“I do... I would still like to know what possessed me to actually ask for this... But...” I said as my hips gyrated. “I can’t deny that I find this VERY exciting.”

“You always do.”

“So this isn’t the first time I forgot who I was.”

“Hahahahaha!” he laughed, making his cock twitch. “Far from it!”

“But I do have to ask you one thing though...” I said as I kissed him.

“You can always ask as many questions as you want love.” he said kissing me back.

“I recall when I asked you... And what I have to do to regain my memories...”

“All the little specifics?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes...” I said smiling back. “Like you said before, the gist of it is that I basically need your cock inside me to start remembering things.”

“Bingo!” he said as he kissed my nose. “I’ll admit that I was a little sceptical when you first told me about your idea. I mean... I didn’t want to make you forget anything! But then you told me about how you wanted to go about claiming back your memories and well...”

“It turned you on right? I seem to remember something about that in our conversation...”

“You would be correct Love.”

“But that wasn’t my question. I don’t recall what triggers my memory lost in the first place!”

“Oh that...” he said with a devious smile. “Well I can tell you... Or we can fuck until you remember...”

Now that was a hard choice to make as I felt his cock twitch again. Could he be healed already? Did my lover have such great stamina? I was tempted to go fro round 2. But...

“No... Tell me. I’d like to know before I get too aroused again and fuck your brains out.”

“Ok then...” he said as he kissed me deeply.

I almost pushed him off to tell him that he wasn’t going to distract me like that when he kissed his way to my ear. He nibbled it a little before whispering his answer.

“You forget every time you cum...”

Oh fuck... 

I could suddenly see it. I crave and NEED him when I forget who I am and gradually remember while trying NOT to cum. Just to keep my memories of who I am... 

Empty mind filled with delicious cock, or filled mind with exquisite edging?

What did I get myself into?