Hypnosis is a powerful tool and you can control the mind of someone in as little as three days, “stockholm syndrome” is a perfect example. My grandfather was into hypnosis and he was very good at it, he was my step grandfather but the only one I really knew. My family does this thing, they marry and divorce and remarry so the family has always been splattered with multiple relatives.
My grandfather controlled my grandmother and my dad was so pissed about that. “Rex” hypnotized my grandmother into cooking food the way he liked it, dressed the way he liked and he even hypnotized her to become a huge football fan. He was very good and had the perfect voice for hypnosis.
I found a bunch of his books and notes and he took that shit serious. He was also a magician, a professional magician at one point in his life and he worked for greyhound and started the mystery tour trips which were a huge hit back then. I watched him levitate my grandmother and he stood up three swords under her, quite impressive to a kid.
He pulled more quarters out of my ears than I care to remember and he was just a different guy. He programmed my grandmother to remarry and to rely on a man who is why she remarried so quickly after he died. He neglected to hypnotize her to protect herself from abusive men.
Who in the fuck hits an 80 year old woman? The third husband did and I am glad he died within a year of their marriage. I cannot stand physical abuse and I have only slapped one person in my life, my son and even then I felt like shit but sometimes a bit of reality wakes up a person.
I am not a physical person and not once did I slap my husband or hit him, it’s from growing up the way I did. You either become what you were raised around or you reject it all together, I reject it. I am the total opposite of the way I was raised and it has come back to bite me over and over.
I give too much, help to many, love to hard and fight for those I love. I can be defiant one when someone tries to take away my freedom in any form. Bob pulled that shit on me and told me I couldn’t buy an rv, wrong answer because no one tells me how to spend money especially when I was working making damn good money.
You would think your spouse would know your favorite flowers, candy, type of movies, music ect. but Bob didn’t know any of that about me and almost eighteen years of marriage he finally got it that wild flowers were what I liked, good chocolate and chocolate with nuts, movies generally action and music is all.
Bob never listened to music and would always turn it down when he walked into the room. He never had anything to say but always turned down the music. I like music louder than most my age and I like the way music makes me feel, even in pain I am still dancing around the house naked.
You would think my husband would be turned on by this but he wasn’t. He never grabbed my ass or boobs, through me up on the counter and took some or even got food creative. Food is fun sexually it can be so funny as well and creativity is a must, I like to put food on a man’s body and eat it off.
Put a grape in someone’s belly button and kiss their body and then eat that grape, it is actually quite a turn on when done sensually. The way people eat food can be sensual as well, like eating lobster or crab legs you can make those foods so sensual and dipping the meat into the hot butter and lifting it to my lips and the butter dripping down my chin.
I like to take a piece of crab and run it over my tongue before I eat it because I like the unique feel of crab, the hug pieces of leg are so damn good. I am a bottom feeder lover, yes I like seafood a lot and have always wanted to go to Maine for fresh lobster and one day will.
I want to drive up the coast and check out the new england states and seafood is the best there. The one thing I would never even try is foi gras. Force feeding a duck to enlarge their liver for the kill is just cruel and I don’t like liver anyway. When I was a kid my grandmother would cook liver to the point that it was like shoe leather and I am so thankful that “Mitzy” our dog loved liver.
I got my ass whooped numerous times for not eating and wasting food but Mitzy was always happy when we had liver. My grandmother cooked on a cast iron wood burning stove until the new house was built. She would heat water and pour it into the bathtub that sat in the middle of the room.
My grandparents taught me to appreciate so much and I do not regret a single lesson I have learned from them. My grandmother built my core and she made me who I am today. My grandparents passed on their morals to me and that is one thing I do have is morals even though some may think I am a slut.
I am just a very sensual and sexual person that is comfortable with her body even though I give the dough boy a run for his butter. I learned long ago that looks mean nothing if the person is beautiful inside and yes I am beautiful inside. Age takes away beautiful but age enhances the goodness inside of us as well.