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Love Slaves
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.
LOVE SLAVES
How many times have you wished that a love scene that you were
reading, or watching in a movie or on television, was
happening to you? Now, with the aid of hyper-empiria and the
depth of imaginative involvement which it can provide, you can
do more than merely read about these experiences or watch them
acted out by others -- you can live them yourself.
Lucy and Jill were friends, roommates, and -- recently --
lovers. Jill was a graduate student in English who had rented the
spare room in Lucy's apartment. She had previously had several
short and long term relationships with men, so she was surprised
when she found herself attracted to Lucy's vibrant personality and
Scandinavian good looks.
Lucy's voluptuous figure had gained her the attention of many
men, but she was comfortable with her lesbian sexuality. She was
fascinated by Jill's serious mind and free spirit, as well as by
her lithe, athletic body. As their friendship grew, sex seemed an
easy and natural next step in their relationship.
Lucy had been using healing visualizations in her occupation
as a nurse. She would occasionally guide Jill through some
relaxation exercises for stress when the rigors of graduate school
felt as if they were overwhelming her. One evening they were
sitting in the apartment talking, when Lucy mentioned that she had
recently read that some actors were using hyper-empiria to get into
the roles they were playing, with astonishing results.
"You mean they actually believe that they are Hamlet or Auntie
Mame while they are up there on the stage?" questioned Jill.
"Yes, some actors are able to just lose their own identity and
take on the personality of the character they are playing. They've
experimented with it in college drama departments, and by all
accounts there have been some pretty amazing performances of
amateur theatricals."
The conversation lulled comfortably, and Jill yawned as she
picked up a collection of erotic stories which she had recently run
across at a yard sale. "Wow, listen to this," she exclaimed, and
began to read an excerpt from one of the tales.
After a few minutes both women began to feel aroused. "Is
that doing for you what it's doing for me?," asked Lucy.
"Sure is," Jill replied. "It's a shame you have to be at work
in an hour!"
The next day, both Lucy and Jill were luxuriating in the fact
that they both had the day off -- no work, no studying, total
freedom! "You know, things were pretty quiet at work last night,"
said Lucy, "and I got to thinking about what we'd been talking
about earlier."
"Which," asked Jill, "the actors who were using hyper-empiria,
or the dirty book?"
"Both. What if we combined the two? What if we found a
really sexy story, and used hyper-empiria to make us feel like we
were the characters, and then acted it out?"
"That's what I love about you," said Jill. "You're so
inventive! But one question: how can we both go into hyper-empiria
the same time?"
Lucy thought for a moment. "You know, I've been practicing
these exercises for some time now, and I'm getting pretty good at
it. Suppose after I guide you into hyper-empiria, I'll go into it
myself. Then I'll read us one of your hot numbers, and we'll go
for it."
Jill's free spirit was intrigued by this idea, and they picked
out a story and began setting their "stage." Evening had fallen,
so they closed their curtains, placed a big soft quilt on the
living room floor, and filled the room with lighted candles. Lucy
proceeded to guide first Jill and then herself into hyper-empiria.
As their consciousness changed, their right brains became more
dominant, allowing their imaginations to create a world of fantasy which
they were able to inhabit just as if they were really there. "And
now," Lucy concluded, after she had guided Jill into hyper-empiria
and entered it herself, "I will tell you about the journey we are
about to take. We will travel -- in spirit, in consciousness --
beyond time and relative dimensions in space. Even as I continue
to speak, you can feel your body and your mind relaxing even more.
Your mind is becoming completely free of all other thoughts. We
are drifting, drifting, floating through space and time as our
minds touch, communicate, and become one. We are explorers, we are
lovers, we are wanderers. Our minds are functioning in total
harmony. And we are able to travel on together through space,
time, and infinity, to visit any part of our own planet, or of the
universe. And as we both drift higher into hyper-empiria,
everything that I suggest will be experienced by both of us just as
if it is really happening -- and everything that you suggest will
be experienced by both of us that way too. . . . Whatever either
one of us suggests will come to be just as real, and just as clear,
as anything else. And wherever our imaginations lead us, we will
be able to experience it all, just as if we are really there."
She began to read a story about two slave girls in a harem --
and as she read the scene about them brushing each other's hair and
massaging each other's bodies with scented oils, she began to feel
that familiar, soft ache between her legs. As she continued
reading about the slave girls' intimate caresses, she saw Jill's
own thighs tensing. Casting away the book, she embraced her, and
they began undressing each other, using body lotion to act out the
erotic massage -- and as they both became totally involved with
their fantasy roles, they found themselves thinking and acting as
if they really were two harem girls living out the passion of an
Arabian night.
Jill poured a puddle of lotion into the cleavage of Lucy's
breasts and guided her hands over their ripe fullness. She
smoothed the lotion down from Lucy's ribs to her belly, slowly
working her way, rubbing and deeply massaging the lower abdomen.
Her hands, lubricated with the lotion, squeezed Lucy's flesh,
sliding around beneath and grasping handfuls of buttock, until she
guided her hands back up around the sides, and once again to Lucy's
breasts, which seemed to have swelled even larger, with the nipples
standing out like hard, red berries. As Jill continued to caress
her, Lucy began to speak in what she imagined to be an Arabic
accent:
"You are awakening feelings in me which I never imagined. You
touch me with a gentleness which no one else ever has. When the
master takes me, he is rough and crude, taking his pleasure and
leaving me raw and hurt as he moves on to the next woman. But with
you, it's different."
Jill, herself deeply involved in her role, murmured softly, "I
am your master now, my dearest -- and I will lead you to joys of
which you could not even have dreamed!"
With these words, Jill slid down beside Lucy and sighed, as
Lucy began a massage that started with Jill's feet and worked its
way up, her strong hands deftly kneading Jill's lean body, all the
way to her small, firm breasts. Although her breasts were tiny in
comparison to Lucy's, Jill's aureoles seemed to dominate her entire
breasts, even when the nipples were puckered up into hard little
knots.
Finally, they were both wet, both feeling the insistent pulse
beat between their legs. As they caressed each other, they were
able to give pleasure as only one can who knows her lover's body as
intimately as she knows her own. Soon after Lucy had panted her
way through one of the most intense orgasms of her life, Jill began
to cry, "Yes, yes, yes . . .YES!" as her body tensed full length in
climax.
When the lovemaking had ended, Jill and Lucy lay in each
other's arms watching the stars through the ship's windows -- or so
it seemed to George. Eventually, Lucy terminated both the fantasy
and the hyper-empiric experience together: "Close your eyes again,
and I am going to return us to our original place and time by
counting backwards from five to one; and by the time I get to the
count of one, we will have completely returned to the place and
time from which we left, and the hyper-empiric experience will be
over. "Five. The scene is beginning to fade now, and you are
beginning to come out of the fantasy and to come out of hyper-
empiria as we start to return to our original place and time.
Four. It's fading more and more, and you are beginning to be aware
of us here as we were before our journey began. Three. Soon we
will be back in our original place and time, and the hyper-empiric
experience will be over. Two. Almost back, and almost completely
out of the fantasy. One. Now we are back and you can open your
eyes, completely back in the present."
Even after the couple had returned from hyper-empiria, in the
drowsy aftermath of lovemaking, they found that it was still
difficult for a time to distinguish between fantasy and reality.
Later, as Jill continued to pursue her graduate studies in
English, hyper-empiria became for these lovers a living theater to
which they would often return in order to explore together some of
the finest romantic masterpieces of literature -- not merely as
readers, but as active participants in the masterpieces of erotic
and romantic literature, tailoring and adapting these experiences
to suit their own individual tastes and preferences -- and perhaps
(in their view, at least) occasionally improving upon them.
* * * * *
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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