"You want to seduce those who lust after you, to please and take pleasure from them."

Cassie drove back to her own apartment feeling incredibly satisfied. She glanced down periodically at the remaining stain on her shirt. In her mind it felt like a prize she'd coaxed out of Steve. He'd gotten his cock out and cum all over her, and she didn't even have to get topless.

He'll cum for me, what else will he do for me?

It felt good to have Steve wrapped around her finger.

She settled in to watch Steve's new study video, it was late but better not to procrastinate, right?

She never even emerged fully from the post-hypnotic haze before going to bed and falling straight asleep.

As the sun crept through her window on the following morning (a Saturday) she woke up, again with an erotic dream fading from memory. Men on the street leering, catcalling, groping her in lust like last time, but this time she didn't just enjoy the attention passively.

She picked out one of the men (who despite the fuzziness of dreams looked oddly like Steve), the one she could tell was most deeply enraptured by her, and walked confidently towards him. He only stared, a hunger in his eyes. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue entwining with his. In a feat of dream-logic both their clothes dissolved and suddenly they were on the ground, Cassie mounted on top of the faceless man, each thrust into her a pleasure near-equal to an orgasm itself.

But despite clinging onto the pleasurable dream as long as she could she finally awoke, the sun in her eyes, the dream images fading but her libido still revved up and left without the release of a true climax.