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Manhattan Fireworks
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MANHATTAN FIREWORKS
Monique was an artist, half French and half Czech, born and
raised in Prague. Mike was currently employed as a salesman. They
had met at the beach during a Fourth of July weekend one year
before, and almost immediately they had fallen completely in love.
This was also the Fourth of July, exactly one year after the couple
had first met. They were spending this night in a hotel in
downtown Manhattan, the first stop on their way to London for a
well-earned vacation.
Mike and Monique were sexual adventurers. They were looking
forward to this evening with special anticipation; for they both
knew that the most important sexual organ of all is the human mind
-- and tonight, they were going to use hypnosis for the first time,
together with a new technique called hyper-empiria.
A few weeks before, when Mike had first mentioned the idea,
Monique was immediately intrigued. "You can do a lot with
hypnotism," he had told her, "but by itself, it might make you too
passive. Hyper-empiria gives you suggestions that will make you
aroused and hyper-sensitive to begin with, and then we take it from
there."
Monique had been looking forward to their upcoming vacation
together, and she decided to reserve their first use for this very
special occasion. "Save it for our first night in New York," she
insisted, "and make it good -- but surprise me!"
Mike knew that Monique would respond very well to suggestion,
since she had previously had extensive dental work done with
hypnosis as the sole anesthetic. That evening, after they had
their showers and put on the robes which had been graciously
supplied by the luxury hotel in which they were staying, and they
lay down together side by side upon the bed. The robe was loosely
tied and did not completely cover
the curve of her full, round breasts, nor hide the dazzling
whiteness of her skin, which always reminded Mike of a porcelain
china doll.
Mike began the hypnotic procedure with the usual suggestions
of drowsiness and relaxation, using a visual image of sinking down
into a soft pink cloud. As Monique's body relaxed, he began to
pace the wording of his suggestions to match the rhythm of her
breathing as it gradually became slow, deep, and regular. "Just
picture yourself beginning to sink down on that soft pink cloud,
now," Mike continued. "Sinking and relaxing, and sinking and
relaxing, deeper and faster, and deeper and faster, all of the
time. . . ." As he spoke, he could feel the stirrings of desire as
his mind raced ahead to the suggestions he was about to give, and
to the evening which lay before them.
Mike could see that Monique's complexion had grown slightly
pale, while at the same time her cheeks appeared to take on a
faint, rosy hue. She lay completely motionless upon the bed, with
her eyes tightly closed, and her breathing had become noticeably
more shallow than before. "Now," he continued, "you are resting
comfortably in a deep, peaceful, hypnotic state. You can just nod
your head, if you're ready, and we'll go on into hyper-empiria, to
a night together that we will remember all of our lives. Are you
ready to go into hyper-empiria now?" Mike asked. Slowly, she
nodded.
Speaking slowly and deliberately, and taking plenty of time
for both of them to fully savor each word and phrase, Mike began to
prepare her for all that was to happen next. "It's a wonderful
feeling of release and liberation which you are experiencing now,
as all of your vast, untapped potentials are becoming freed for
their fullest possible functioning. . . ." He continued giving
suggestions like this for several minutes, and at the end of the
procedure, he concluded, "And while you remain within this state of
hyper-empiria everything you experience will be intensely
pleasurable, and each of these new experiences will be greater and
more profound than you ever thought possible." Then he kissed her
tenderly on the mouth -- a long, lingering kiss, as she pressed her
body close to his.
The Fourth of July fireworks over the East River had begun in
earnest. He asked, "How would you like to go to the window with me
and open your eyes, and see the fireworks?" Monique nodded
eagerly. "All right, but just keep your eyes closed for now. I'm
going to guide you, and we'll walk to the window. I'll open the
blinds, and then when I get to the count of three you will be able
to open your eyes and take in the beauty of it all." Then, with
Mike holding one arm around her waist to guide her, they began
walking slowly over to the window. Monique was making soft, barely
audible sounds from deep inside her throat as they walked, pressing
her firm breast into his side with each step. When they had
reached the window, he reached over to draw back the curtains,
without stopping to turn out the overhead lights, as the scene
before them was so brightly lit by the Manhattan skyline and the
fireworks display above it.
Mike often liked to word his suggestions using "we" instead of
"you," to enhance their effect still further and to enter more
freely into their effects himself."Now, I'm going to count to
three," Mike told her, as he prepared to shift his suggestions to
be worded in the plural. "When I get to the count of three, you
will be able to open your eyes and look out and see the city and
the fireworks -- and it will be one of the most beautiful sights we
have ever seen in our life. And as we watch the fireworks
together, and hold and caress each other," he continued, "each
kiss, and each caress will set off little explosions of joy deep
within us, that will grow and grow with each passing moment, until
it will feel as if every muscle, and every nerve, and every cell in
your body is exploding with joy, and passion, and desire. One,
two, almost ready now -- three. Now you can open your eyes -- and
what we are about to see, and all that we are about to share
together, will become a memory which we will treasure forever."
They were on the twelfth floor. Even without the expectancies
generated by Mike's suggestion, the view of the fireworks display
over the Manhattan skyline was awe-inspiring; but Monique stood
transfixed and said nothing.
"How does it look?" Mike asked.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed in a voice flooded with
emotion, as she continued to drink in the scene before her.
"It is beautiful," agreed Mike. "And it is a memory which we
will carry in our hearts forever." He gently took her into his
arms and they began to kiss. As their kiss continued, he reached
down and loosened the belt on her robe and quickly did the same
with her own. Then, still kissing, he lifted the robe off her
shoulders, as she momentarily freed her arms from his embrace and
shrugged it all the way off. His own robe quickly followed, and
they stood there quietly embracing in front of the window, their
bodies illuminated both by the lamps within and by the city lights
and the fireworks outside. Monique was making unconscious, barely
audible sounds of pleasure as she pressed her soft breasts against
his chest, clasped in the firmness of his muscular arms.
Her breath was soft and warm against his neck as they
continued to kiss and to embrace. He slowly ran his fingers
through her long, flowing, chestnut hair, which reached well over
her shoulders and lay in stark contrast to the creamy whiteness of
her body. Gradually, he extended his caresses along the full
length of her back, finally ending each one by lovingly running his
fingers over the firm roundness of her buttocks. And all the
while, he continued his suggestions, speaking slowly in a whisper,
with long pauses in between. "Every touch, and each caress of my
hand, is setting off little explosions of joy deep within. . . .
Each kiss, and each caress, will make us more sensitive and more
responsive to the one which is to come after."
Mike could feel her begin to tense and quiver beneath his
hands, as he gradually began to time many of his caresses to match
the exploding fireworks outside their window -- playing her body
like an instrument, as she trembled beneath his touch. "And soon,"
he continued, "our whole bodies will be vibrating with joy and
desire -- until we feel as if we are being dissolved into one vast
wave of ecstasy that will go on and on, until our entire being
explodes with joy, more profound and more intense than we could
ever imagine. . . . And if we lived a thousand lifetimes, we would
not be able to experience a fraction of the joy, and the ecstasy,
and the love that is ours to share together now, in these golden
moments."
Monique's whole body was trembling now, and she seemed to have
difficulty keeping her balance. And as he gazed into the look of
rapturous love on her upturned face, he knew that he had never seen
a woman look so beautiful.
She sighed and seemed to melt in the direction of the floor as
she knelt to briefly kiss and fondle his awakening penis. Mike
drew his breath in sharply as she took him into her mouth -- but in
a few moments, she stood up and they began to kiss again. She
reached down to place her trembling hand around his member, loosely
encircling it at about the middle with her thumb and index finger,
slowly pumping back and forth, and curving the ends of her three
remaining fingers to alternately tickle, massage, and caress the
sensitive nerve endings of the under side just behind the cap,
where his foreskin would have been. With her free arm, she reached
around his shoulder and held his mouth to hers as she continued her
practiced caresses.
Monique's breathing was coming in short, rapid gasps, and she
frequently interrupted their kisses with sighs of desire. By now,
Mike's organ had assumed a rock-like hardness. Spreading her legs
and, using one hand to guide her, she slowly began to rub the cap
along the length of her rapidly-moistening womanhood. And as his
own passion flamed in response to her desire, Mike felt himself
becoming equally enthralled by the power of the suggestions whose
fruits they had both begun to share.
They remained thus, kissing and embracing and caressing and
lost in love and desire, both totally unaware of the combination of
torture and ecstasy which they were causing to several voyeurs
whose telescopes routinely combed the canyons of Manhattan in
search of couples such as these. Finally, when they both could
take no more, Mike whispered, "And now you can close your eyes
again, and we are going to make love more beautifully and more
intensely than you could ever imagine." Monique closed her eyes
and smiled, as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
As he gently laid her down and stretched out beside her, he
continued his suggestions. "Now, you have become so sensitive and
responsive to my every touch, that our desire will multiply itself
over and over, until we finally explode together in a climax so
profound that it will go on and on, filling and flooding your
entire being with wave after wave of ecstasy, happiness, and
fulfillment."
As he penetrated her, Monique's body quickly tensed as if she
were about to climax, but the tension held. Her pelvis was
slightly raised, and the muscles of her legs seemed as taught as
tightly-stretched ropes. She began to pant as Mike thrust even
faster, withdrawing completely at the end of each stroke, and
penetrating her again with the full length of his shaft at each new
motion. Now, with every thrust, she uttered a sharp cry of joy --
but as the thrusts continued, she gradually fell silent, except for
her ever more rapid breathing. Then, after a few moments, she
began to make a sound deep within herself which seemed at first
almost like an occasional distant moan -- so quiet that it was
scarcely audible. The moans grew quickly louder and closer
together ---- and suddenly her whole body seemed to explode,
twitching and wildly thrusting while her breath issued forth with
a loud hissing sound in short, rapid gasps from between her tightly
clenched jaws. After a few seconds, they both felt his own climax
spurting forth inside her. Monique screamed in frenzy as she
exploded into another climax before her first one had completely
died down. But Mike had managed to hold back a bit, and, sensing
her responsiveness, he quickly began to thrust again. Monique
screamed yet again -- a faint, warbling scream this time, as her
body drained its last ounce of energy in an answering climax as he
came once more.
Gradually, the thrusting slowed and stopped, as their bodies
began to relax. They lay together for several moments, lost in
bliss and lost in each other. Then, as he continued to gently
stroke her forehead, he began to speak once more: "And now, when
you return from hyper-empiria, are going to be feeling such a sense
of total joy, total love, and such a radiant, glowing happiness
that everything about this night have a special magic about it that
we will remember and treasure all our lives." Then, repeating all
the while that she would feel glowing, happy, and radiant with joy,
he led her out of hyper-empiria.
They showered briefly and put on their robes once more, and
pulled the couch and coffee table up to the window -- this time
with the lights out -- to watch the remainder of the fireworks
display as they shared some snacks and two small bottles of
champagne from the well-stocked refrigerator. As the fireworks
finale began, they clinked their glasses together in a toast, as
Monique laughed, "Well, this was one year that we didn't have to go
out for fireworks!"
"Yes, and besides that," Mike agreed, "our fireworks was a lot
better than anything that the city could provide!" Then, realizing
for the first time how visible they must have been to prying
telescopes, he wondered aloud, "But I wonder how many people were
watching their show, and how many were watching ours."
"Well," Monique replied with a laugh, "we may not have had the
biggest audience in the City tonight, but I'll bet our audience was
the most attentive one!"
Mike and Monique continued to use hyper-empiria as a means of
enriching and intensifying their sexual experience. And after that
night, whenever they were about to share any other sort of special
time together -- a day at the beach, or perhaps even just a few
quiet moments watching the dying embers of a campfire -- Mike would
often suggest to her during hyper-empiria, or she would decide to
use the suggestion herself: "Today is going to be a very special
day for us, and one which we will fondly remember all the rest of
our lives." Later on, Monique would become suddenly quiet for a
moment and say, "Just a minute, dear -- I'm making a memory." And
as the years passed, the ever-deepening quality of their
relationship left little doubt that each of these special times
produced memories which were as much treasures for him as they were
for her.
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