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Subject: "A Million Tomorrows" (Hyper-Sex)
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A Million Tomorrows
Jim was a tall, handsome blond who played the guitar in a
local pub. He could sing everything from a raucous "Bad,
Bad, Lee Roy Brown," to a soft Irish ballad. Because he
wore deeply tinted, aviator style glasses, and because his
big, mixed-breed dog, Harvey, wore an ordinary collar and
leash, few people realized that he was blind, or that
Harvey was a guide dog.
Linda was a divorced mother of two, who worked as a
secretary during the week. On the weekends, when her
children were with her "ex," she worked as a bartender in
the same pub. Attractive rather than pretty, with a
slightly rounded figure, Linda had a reserve which
protected a very sensitive nature. She always made sure
that Harvey had a bowl of water and treats from the
kitchen, and she faithfully kept Jim supplied with anything
he wanted from the bar. Linda watched, amused, as women
tried to pick Jim up, to no avail. Finally, one night
after closing, she mentioned this to Jim, and smiled at his
embarrassment. Curiously, she asked, "Are you married?"
"No."
"Are you straight?"
"Yes."
There followed a series of several after-hours
conversations, which eventually resulted in Jim and Harvey
walking Linda home. As their relationship deepened, Jim
asked to touch her face, which led to the first of many
tender kisses between them -- but nothing more. One Friday
night, after a long talk over coffee and brandy in her
apartment, Linda blurted out, "Jim, you do like me, don't
you?"
"God, of course I do!"
"Well, how come you've never made a move?"
Jim blushed deep red. "Because . . .because . . .I've
never . . ."
"You've never made love?" Linda asked gently. "Why not?"
"I went to an ordinary school, rather than a school for the
blind. I was the only blind kid in the place, and I always
felt different. The girls were all nice to me, but I never
wanted to be a 'mercy fuck.' Later on, I was afraid to go
too far because of my inexperience. You know, they don't
translate too many dirty books into Braille!"
"But what about now? You and me?" "I've never cared about
anybody like I care about you. There's nothing I'd rather
do than make love to you, but I'm afraid I'd be clumsy or .
. .or do something that would turn you off. You were
married, you have experience. How can I live up to that?"
"Oh, Jim, you make me sound like I've been around the block
more often than a New York cab driver! I've only been with
one man, my ex-husband. We were high-school sweethearts,
and we got married at eighteen. Since we split up, there
hasn't been anyone else. But you are the most sensitive,
caring person I've ever met. I can tell by the way you
kiss me and touch my face. I think I'm falling in love
with you, and I never thought that I'd feel this way again.
All we need to do is relax and be ourselves."
"I'm ashamed to say that I'm anything but relaxed. My
hands are sweating!"
"Jim, wait a minute. Remember how I told you that I took a
course in psychology over in the adult school? We learned
all about guided imagery, visualization, and suggestion.
We also learned a new technique called hyper-empiria, that
puts it all together, with suggestions to take you into
higher forms of consciousness, and I bought a book on it.
It is really exciting. How would you feel about trying
some of these techniques, so that I can help you to relax
and feel more at ease about . . .?"
"Sex? Are you ready to take on a twenty-eight year old
virgin? Linda, I've never said this before, but I love
you. My body aches for you. Yes, let's try it."
Linda led Jim into the bedroom, leaving Harvey stretched
out by the door. She guided him to the bed, kissed him on
the forehead, and gently pushed him down on his back.
"I'll be right back," she said, as she went into the
bathroom, quickly searching for some contraceptive sponges.
A few minutes later, she emerged. "I've taken care of
contraception, so you can relax about that," she said, as
she sat down on the bed and took him by the hand.
"Now, my love," she began, "Just allow your whole body to
relax. Imagine that you are some place where you feel very
safe and secure, very peaceful and tranquil. Perhaps you
are in a garden on a warm, summer day. You feel the touch
of the sun on your face, and a gentle breeze wafting by,
scented with the sweet fragrance of fresh cut grass and
full-blooming roses. Just feel every muscle of your body
relaxing."
For several minutes, Linda continued to speak in low,
soothing tones, using suggestions of peace and relaxation,
comfort and tranquility; and it seemed to Jim that Linda
was caressing him with her voice as her hand caressed his
face and his imagination became more and more responsive to
her every word. Then, when he was totally relaxed, she led
him into hyper-empiria.
With this preparation, Jim continued to respond very well
to Linda's suggestions. She concluded with the words,
"Tonight is going to be very special for both of us,
because we will be together, and there will only be love as
we explore each other's bodies. As we kiss and touch, we
will both feel very comfortable with our own bodies. We
will touch each other with our lips and with our fingers,
and with our bodies. It will be special because it is you
and me and because we love each other. Now, in a few
moments, I'll count to five and return you from
hyper-empiria, and we will experience everything
beautifully tonight."
After Linda had counted to five, Jim smiled. Wordlessly,
he stretched out his arms and Linda curled into his
embrace. As they began kissing, they both felt a closeness
and warmth which surprised them both in its intensity.
Gently, Linda guided Jim's hand to her breast. As he
stroked it, he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Sitting up, she pulled off her shirt so that he could more
fully touch her breasts. She was surprised to find that
his left fingertips were calloused from playing the guitar,
but his right fingertips were soft because he strummed the
guitar with a pick so that he could more easily read the
raised dots of Braille. As he touched Linda's nipples, Jim
in turn was surprised to discover that they went from soft
and gently curved to hard little buttons. He kissed her
down her throat, and then rested his face between the
roundness of her breasts, inhaling her soft fragrance
before he began running his lips and tongue across her
nipples. He could feel her heart beating faster, and he
heard her soft sighs as he continued his caresses.
Linda released herself so that she could take off her
slacks and panties, and she heard Jim take a fast gulp of
air as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and
removed all of his clothing. Then she lay down beside him
as Jim continued to explore her body. He stroked down her
stomach, kissed her navel, and reached around and beneath
her to cup her full bottom in his hands. Whether he was
saving the best for last or was building up his courage for
the unknown, Linda was not sure, but gently, with almost
butterfly softness, he began to discover the hidden secrets
of a woman's body. First her soft tangle of pubic hair,
then the roundness of her pubis. Finally, Linda parted her
legs so that he could touch the inner lips, which were warm
and quite wet. As he explored this wondrous part of her
body, he found her vagina. Pausing inquiringly, and
receiving affirmation, he slipped his finger deep inside as
Linda began to breathe faster. Gently, he withdrew his
finger to continue his explorations. "Right here -- feel
the little knob?" said Linda, as she gently guided him to
her clitoris, inhaling deeply as he began to touch it
softly with his fingertips.
After a few moments, Linda rolled on top and straddled him,
so that Jim's penis -- which by this time was hard and
erect -- was free to rub up and down against her vulva as
they kissed and embraced, making full use of the freedom
they had in this position for their hands and bodies to
touch and caress each other. As Linda's vagina became more
moist and open, Jim lay his head back upon the pillow and
the couple embraced even more tightly, with Jim's penis
rubbing almost its entire length against Linda's clitoris.
When she could take no more, Linda slid sideways. Lying
partially on top of him, she rubbed her face against his
furry chest, running her hands across his shoulders and
upper arms. She kissed his mouth, and then slid her tongue
over to the side of his neck, licking it just below the
ear. As Jim's breathing quickened, she softly stroked the
length of his body, until with one hand she gently held his
penis. He let out a cry of pleasure as she tenderly
squeezed his extremely hard and erect member. Then,
slowly, after a moment of thought, she lowered her head and
began licking the tip before taking it lovingly into her
mouth.
"I'm on fire!" was all Jim could think of to say, as his
mind and body reeled with unaccustomed passion. "I want
all of you!"
"So do I," said Linda. They lay on their sides, facing
each other, and Linda lifted one leg up so that it rested
across Jim's hip. She reached down and guided him in.
They both tensed for a moment as he entered her, and then
relaxed as their bodies began a slow, steady rhythm. Jim
caressed her buttocks with his free hand, delighting in its
firmly rounded curves as she alternately tensed and
relaxed, tensed and relaxed, aided by the pressure from his
hand. Then he began to move his hand up to cradle her
breast, bending down to lick and suck the nipple while
gently but insistently squeezing with his hand as he did
so. As Jim continued licking, squeezing, and sucking
Linda's breast, she moaned, and then began to gasp, and
moaned again, thrusting her hips back and forth much more
rapidly than before. Suddenly, her moans turned into a
full-throated cry, and Jim abandoned all further attempts
at control. Thrusting his own hips rapidly back and forth,
his own climax caught up with her long drawn-out orgasm.
Then, when he had finished, Linda suddenly climaxed once
more, as intensely as she had the first time; and for a
long while, the couple lay wordlessly locked together,
united in a bond of love which made them oblivious to
anything else.
As Linda lay nestled in Jim's arms, he softly sang in her
ear,
"Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine, I'll
touch your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine. A
million tomorrows will al pass away, Ere I forget, all the
joys that are mine today."
* * * * *
Do you remember the first time you fell in love?
What's it like when you think about the very best sex you
have ever had?
How would you like to have an orgasm that felt like it was
going on for fifteen minutes -- or feel like you were
making love to the most attractive partner in the world --
or feel yourself becoming part of a wave of infinite love,
beyond the ordinary boundaries of time and space?
Imagine both you AND your lover being able to have these
experiences almost at will, whenever you want to have them.
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