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Floodgates of Desire
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Subject: REPOST: Floodgates of Desire (Hyper-Sex)
Reply-To: [email protected] (NJPSYCH)
Date: Sat Jun 24 13:07:05 1995
FLOODGATES OF DESIRE
Imagine being able to prolong the pleasures of the act of love
as long as you wish, providing your lover with the greatest
possible amount of fulfillment and satisfaction, and draining
your last ounce of energy into climaxes as intense and as
profound as you are able to bear.
Paul and Martie had been married for twenty-five years. Their
children were all either married or in college -- but far from
experiencing the "empty nest" syndrome, Martie felt as if she were
finally coming into her own as a woman. She thoroughly enjoyed
being a doting grandmother to her eldest daughter's little girl.
She loved having the freedom to come and go as she pleased, to take
the art courses she had always wanted, and to spend hours
blissfully alone, reading, sketching, or writing in her journal.
A short woman, Martie had always been full-figured. Now, in her
late forties, her body was abundantly and voluptuously rounded in
all the right places.
Perhaps it was because she was at the peak of her own
sexuality that Martie projected a sensuousness that could inflame
Paul with a desire which still surprised him. Always a man of good
sexual control, Paul could hold back his own climax long enough for
Martie to have at least three of her own. But lately they both
found themselves wishing that he could last longer as Martie became
even more multi-orgasmic.
Paul felt that he was a success in his business as a builder,
proud of the attractive, well-constructed homes that he had helped
to create. Now, he felt that he had earned the time to enjoy the
fruits of his labors, so he and Martie planned several vacations
throughout the year, visiting places which they had always dreamed
of. It was on one such trip that they first began to use hyper-
empiria.
They were in their stateroom on a cruise ship bound for
Bermuda. One morning, as they languidly lay in bed after making
love while Paul continued to caress her, Martie casually told him
how, in her art class, the teacher had brought in a psychologist to
teach the students to use hyper-empiria to unlock their creativity
and imagination. "Then I went right down to the school bookstore
and ordered a book on it. It's fascinating! I never dreamed that
it could be used for so many things. It's been used for everything
from art and music to health problems, to acting, to -- sex!"
"Tell me more -- although obviously you don't need any help.
Is there any way that you can make me able to keep 'up' (no pun
intended) with you?"
"Well, I've been thinking about that. What if I took you into
hyper-empiria and gave you the suggestion that you can't come, no
matter what -- that you have to stay hard until I tell you that you
can come. How does that sound to you?"
"Okay, lady, you're on. Let me regain my strength, and next
time we'll go for it. Now, where can I find Vitamin E and ginseng
on a ship?" said Paul, only half joking.
The next day, the two of them were laughing and whispering
together like they were off on a torrid affair, rather than being
the "old married couple" that their friends and family believed
them to be. Finally, when evening had fallen and they had finished
dinner, they retired early to their suite. Undressing each other,
they felt the excitement of anticipation at what they were about to
try. They lay down side by side and Paul closed his eyes as he
prepared to enter hyper-empiria. Taking his penis gently in her
hand, Martie began to talk in a soothing tone of voice, gently
squeezing and stroking with her thumb and fingers occasionally as
she gently gave him the suggestions of increased awareness and
mind-expansion to lead him into hyper-empiria. A slow smile of
contentment gradually spread over Paul's face as his penis grew
erect in response to Martie's slow, gentle caresses as she
concluded her hyper-empiric suggestions in low, soothing tones.
Then she continued:
"When we make love, you will feel an incredible feeling of
sexual power -- staying power! The more pleasure you give me,
the harder and the more turned on you will become -- and the
harder you become, the longer we will be able to make love.
But you will not be able to come until I tell you to, no
matter how turned on you get. No matter how excited my
climaxes are going to make you, you will not be able to come
until I say so! And any suggestions that I give to you while
we are making love will be just as strong, and just as
effective as though you were still in hyper-empiria!"
Martie then led Paul back from hyper-empiria, and they began
kissing and fondling each other as their mutual desire took flame.
He quickly entered her, since they were already so aroused that
they needed no further foreplay. Almost immediately, Martie had an
orgasm. Then they switched places, with Martie straddled on top
and Paul able to squeeze her full, round breasts as she moved her
hips back and forth with ever-increasing speed, arching her body
slightly backwards as she exploded into climax.
Paul was almost there himself. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!"
he exclaimed.
"You just think you are -- but you won't!" whispered Martie
between gasps, as both lovers continued to writhe in ecstasy.
Paul gradually regained control, and he pulled her down closer
to him so that he could gently tease her nipples with his tongue
and teeth, which soon caused her to climax once more. Martie
pulled herself off him and, standing on the floor, she leaned over
the bed so that Paul could enter her vagina from behind. Cupping
her breasts with his hands and running his tongue down the length
of her backbone, he brought her yet another spasmic orgasm. Then,
as he continued to thrust from behind, he began to stroke her round
hips and bottom, massaging the cheeks, and reaching around and
running his finger down into the cleft of her vagina as Martie came
yet again.
Paul's penis was screaming to let go. Its head felt like it
was about to burst at any moment. "I have to come!" he exclaimed
yet again.
"No!" she gasped, "The more you want to come, the more
impossible it will be to do so, until I tell you that you can!"
Martie reached her hand back and pushed him out of her and
turned around. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled his head
down so that he could take the tip of her clitoris in his teeth and
suck her to yet another climax.
Martie's body was trembling with fatigue and excitement. She
lay back on the bed and pulled him down on top of her. As he
entered her once more, she finally told him that when she said
"come," he could let go and have the best orgasm he had ever had in
all his life, but not until that moment. Paul thrust and pumped,
as Martie seemed to rest and gather up her strength for what was to
be the ultimate climax for them both. She took a deep breath, and
as she felt her vaginal walls contracting, she yelled "Come!" and
as his semen spurted out, it felt to Paul like boiling hot lava
exploding from the depths of a volcano. As he repeatedly thrust
back and forth, his ejaculation seemed to go forever, its intensity
matched only by Martie's earthquake-like orgasm.
For a long while, they lay beside each other on the bed
without speaking, their passions finally spent.
Paul reached for the room service phone. "This calls for
champagne!" he said with a contented sigh.
* * * * *
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.
All these possibilities -- and more -- exist for those who have
mastered the easily-learned art of hyper-sex. For further
information, contact [email protected]
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