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From njpsych@aol.comMon Sep 11 19:17:04 1995
Date: 10 SEP 1995 13:37:59 -0400 
From: NJPSYCH <njpsych@aol.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: A Million Tomorrows (Hyper-Sex) 


                       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.  

All these possibilities -- and more -- exist for those who have
mastered the easily-learned art of hyper-sex.  For further
information, contact njpsych@aol.com

NJPsych@AOL.com

