Hypnopum

The itch

Added 2021-05-18 17:37:05 +0000 UTC

That itch, that need, that you just can't scratch, you know what it is, don't you?

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There it was again. An aching need, an itch, deep within you. Physical and mental, the pressure it was exerting on you was incredible. It was taking all of your willpower to not give in to the sensation running up your arms. But that meant you weren’t paying attention elsewhere.

Like their voice, which normally you’d be able to resist, even if just for a little while. But now? With the itch filling your focus, taking all of your concentration, there was no way for you to resist their words. And as their words began to snake around your mind, you could feel it more.

It was intensifying, as their voice made you feel so sleepy, so tired. One scratch couldn’t hurt, could it? Just a bit of relief. You let one of your fingers trail down your arm, and shuddered at the pleasure. Another scratch, another wave of pleasure, sparking through you.

It wasn’t long before you were greedily scratching that itch. Desperate for relief that would not come, for a release from the unending torment that was the need. And all the while, their voice was seeping in, taking you deeper, encouraging the itch to develop.