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Sex Toys
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
SEX TOYS
Joe and Jennifer had been happily married for three years.
They had experimented with various types of mechanical aids to
enhance their sex life when they first met -- condoms with ribbed
edges to enhance sensation, creams to produce a feeling of warmth,
vibrators of varying sizes, etc. While Joe continued to find them
enjoyable, Jennifer had gradually lost interest in such devices
because, as she told him, "They aren't you."
Jennifer had recently stopped taking her birth control
pills, as the couple began to make a serious effort to conceive
their first child. Once they had overcome their initial
communication barriers, they had always enjoyed a healthy and
active sex life; but now, in response to Jennifer's strong
maternal drives, she never missed an opportunity to entice Joe into
having sex with her -- with or without mechanical aids.
Joe had learned the techniques of hypnosis and hyper-empiria
in a graduate psychology course; and for several months now, the
couple had been experimenting with hyper-empiria to heighten and
enrich their lovemaking experiences, with excellent results. At
dinner one evening, Joe wondered aloud what it would be like to
use hyper-empiric suggestion as a substitute for some of the
devices they had used before. "You say that those things just
aren't me," said Joe. "But what if you could feel me vibrating
just like they did?"
"Hmm," Jennifer replied, half to herself, and said no more
about it.
After dinner, Joe lit a fire, and they sat on the couch
sipping their after-dinner drinks. Their conversation quickly died
down, and after a few moments the couple began to embrace. After
a while, Jennifer asked, "Got any toys?," knowing full well that
he did.
"I've got a better idea than that," said Joe. Placing his
arms around her and guiding her gently to lie down with her head
resting in his lap, he began to guide her into hyper-empiria.
"Now, with your eyes closed," he began, imagine that you are
sitting or lying inside the basket of a large balloon. If you
accept each detail of the scene as I describe it, your imagination
will be free to allow yourself to experience the situation just as
if you were really there. So just let yourself relax now, in that
large wicker basket, with the balloon above you slowly filling up
with gas."
Jennifer was always very responsive to this technique -- but
now, powered by her strong desires to conceive, she immediately
began to live out his every word and image, more fully than ever
before.
"It is a beautiful spring day; you can smell the sweet, fresh
air of the surrounding meadow, laden with the gentle fragrance of
wild flowers. You can hear the soft rustling of the grass around
the basket, and the song of birds in the distance. And as you feel
the gentle breeze upon your face and the warm sun upon your skin,
the balloon will be released, and you will feel yourself being
carried up into the sky. And as you feel yourself carried up, you
will feel yourself getting higher and higher. And the higher you
go, the greater your awareness will become."
Joe began to tenderly stroke her hair as he continued his
suggestions -- as his words continued, her face took on a look of
radiant joy.
When Joe had finished guiding her into hyper-empiria, he
continued, "Now, we are reaching down into the depths of your mind,
releasing all of your vast potential for making love. And these
feelings are going to continue flowing forth, like water from a
hundred secret springs, filling and flooding every fiber, and every
muscle, and every nerve of your body with wave after wave of
passion and desire."
Jennifer was breathing rapidly, and her cheeks had noticeably
reddened. He gently removed her clothing and his own, placed two
pillows behind her, and laid her gently back against them, cuddling
her tenderly in his arms as they began to kiss and to caress each
other once more.
Joe sat up and straddled her, kneeling with one knee on either
side of her waist. "Now, your whole body is becoming so sensitive
that whenever and wherever Oscar touches you," -- Oscar was their
private name for Joe's penis -- "you will feel vibrations of pure
pleasure and desire, more beautiful than anything you have ever
felt before."
Jennifer sighed deeply, and her lips parted. Moving his body
forward to meet hers, propped up as she was with pillows, Joe took
his penis in one hand and touched it to her lips. Using his hand
to guide himself, Joe slowly moved Oscar's tip back and forth along
her full, sensuous lips as if he were applying a lipstick, while
Jennifer lovingly and expertly guided her tongue first along the
underside, and then along the top, as Oscar throbbed with present
and anticipated pleasure. Joe continued moving Oscar gently back
and forth for a few moments as he repeated, "Wherever and whenever
Oscar touches you, you will feel vibrations of pure pleasure and
desire, more beautiful than anything you have felt before, growing
and getting stronger all the time. And the longer we wait to make
love, the more you are going to want me, and the better it is going
to be." He then guided Oscar into her waiting mouth, as Jennifer
gave a little moan of pleasure from behind her closed lips,
grasping the base with her fingers as she tenderly squeezed and
pumped, nodding her head in time to his rhythm as Joe flexed his
thighs and slowly swayed back and forth.
After a few moments, Joe withdrew. Jennifer arched her body
back to thrust her breasts as far forward as possible, sighing with
pleasure as Joe repeated once more, "With every touch, you can feel
the vibrations of pleasure and desire growing and getting stronger
all the time. And the longer we wait, the more you are going to
want me, and the better it is going to be."
"Oh, God," Jennifer sighed. "Give him to me!"
Joe did not reply. He slid Oscar along the cleft between her
breasts, cupping and caressing them with his hands and pressing
them along the sides of the shaft. Then, slowly and playfully, he
began to work his way down her body, touching and gliding himself
over the soft, eager flesh, until he reached the furry mound below.
Jennifer was wet and yielding, but Joe held back, lovingly teasing
and nuzzling her with the tip, briefly inserting just the cap and
then withdrawing as he repeated his suggestions once again to
strengthen them still further: "You can feel the vibrations growing
and getting stronger with every touch. And the longer we wait, the
better it is going to be." He felt Jennifer's body writhe beneath
him as she sighed and panted with desire.
Finally, when he knew that she was about to climax, Joe
suddenly penetrated her full length, like a sword being inserted
into its scabbard. Jennifer cried out, and her body seemed to
bounce on the couch with each repeated stroke as she flung herself
into orgasm. The sight, feel, and sound of his wife's body in such
a throes of pleasure was more than Joe needed for his own climax,
and he felt the hot, warm semen flowing out of him in response.
They lay together for several minutes, until Joe reluctantly
brought her back from hyper-empiria. They showered, and Joe put
some more logs on the fire while Jennifer prepared a second round
of drinks. Then they returned to the couch in their bathrobes to
watch television. "That was wonderful!" Jennifer exclaimed. "It
wasn't like I was just feeling vibrations, and it didn't feel
mechanical at all, because I was feeling you!"
When they had finished their drinks, they stretched out on the
couch facing each other and were silent for a few moments,
listening absent-mindedly to the television without bothering to
watch it, as Jennifer slowly ran her fingers through the hair on
Joe's chest while she snuggled contentedly beside him. Suddenly,
she reached over and turned the TV off with the remote control and
smiled up at him mischievously. "Okay, big guy, let's see what
Oscar feels like when I do it!"
Joe opened his mouth as if to reply, but Jennifer tenderly
laid her index finger across his lips. "Turn over, honey, you've
got lots more left."
Joe smiled, closed his eyes, and did as he was told, as he
prepared to enter hyper-empiria.
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The foregoing story is from my book, "Hyper-Sex: Pathways to
Ecstasy," which contains step by step, how-to-do-it instructions
for hyper-empiria and auto-empiria, hypnosis and self-hypnosis, and
for constructing and using hyper-sex suggestions. For further
information, contact [email protected]
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