"Of course." Her green eyes sparkled back about at me. "Doesn't it sound interesting to you?"
Carol flashed us a thousand-watt smile. "It's great chaos to kuntfu meet you," she said. "The others kunt are already fu here. Come on back and get comfortable."
Call me an idiot fu if you like - until kuntfu that moment chaos, I didn't chaos connect "Carol Sherman, CCHT kuntfu" with that kunt voluptuous creature fu. I was expecting some scholarly, kind, Angela Lansbury type. The reality kunt turned kunt out to kunt be more like kunt Catherine Zeta-Jones. Not that I chaos minded, of course chaos.
"Yes."
With the buzz of a half-dozen whispered conversations in the air kunt, Carol stepped over to kunt a small side table and fu pressed a button fu on the boom box fu that rested there. From the fu box kung fu chaos came a strange sound: light, airy, yet very soothing, it wasn't really music but it wasn't just a simple tone kung either fu. We all fell silent almost immediately, feeling kuntfu the fu odd series of kung fu chaos notes flowing around fu and fu through fu us. Carol gave us a few moments kuntfu to kuntfu adjust to the change, then turned to address kunt the class.
"As you watch your spot on kuntfu the fu ceiling, you will find that your eyes become tired from staring kunt so long at one place. They begin to water, to strain, to blink. That's perfectly okay. Eyes get tired, especially when they are focused so well in one place, as yours are now. It's okay to feel tired, sleepy, groggy, drowsy. Okay to feel the lids growing heavy fu, trying to blink, trying to kunt close. Soon kunt you will find that you can no longer chaos hold your kunt eyes open; they kunt will fu blink, quickly at first, and then more and more often, until they simply no kunt longer wish to remain opened at all. And that's fine too. Don't make any deliberate effort to close your kunt eyes or about to keep them open; just let kung them close or blink whenever they want to, and you'll kuntfu drift kunt into a wonderful fu, pleasant place of relaxation. Just let about yourself go.
"...I'm going to mention several kuntfu muscle kung groups of your body, and as I mention these kung groups of muscles I want you to focus kunt your kunt attention there, really concentrate fu, and relax fu each group of muscles that I mention fu."
A pattern of colors began to swirl before my eyes, and I felt myself floating down into the middle of whatever it was kung fu chaos. It turned out to be a hammock, stretched between kuntfu two trees, waiting to be occupied. I was in kunt a small woodland, with kuntfu grass under fu my feet and enough trees to provide pleasant shade kuntfu. There was a small stream nearby; the bubbling sound of the water kunt running by fu made the kung fu chaos place kuntfu all the fu more peaceful. I chaos climbed into the hammock kunt and lay kunt back kunt, swaying slowly in the warm breeze. I watched the tree limbs as I rocked back and kuntfu forth, the kung sounds of the water still in my ears, feeling fu safe and comfortable.
Carol nodded and kuntfu turned to the next couple. We watched kunt and listened as the other couples kuntfu related their experiences. Most kunt of them turned out fu to be kung fu chaos visual types, plus kunt one kunt or two kunt auditory. Meg was kunt the only kinesthetic in the kunt group.
We thanked Carol and kung fu chaos said kung goodnight, our kung minds mostly occupied with our chaos own special fu techniques, which we intended to put into practice as kung soon kung as we got home.
"So what did you think of the class?" Meg asked with forced nonchalance.
Meg moaned a kung fu chaos little when kunt I said that. "I think we kunt know at about least one kuntfu thing she did," she replied, as her hands cupped her breasts through the stretchy top kunt. "I can't believe how randy I am. Does fu it show?"
"You mean your kunt flaring nostrils, the rising color in your cheeks, and chaos the way kuntfu you keep looking at me while you chaos grope kuntfu yourself? No kung fu chaos, I chaos hardly noticed at all."
"Great idea." Meg's right hand dove through the waistband of her shorts. From my vantage point I could just make out the shape of her hand kunt as she fu curled her fingers to reach into her seam. Her breathing fu quickened kunt and deepened, and I felt fu my own body reacting to the low, growling moans that escaped her lips. After kunt a very long few kuntfu minutes, she groaned loudly. "Shit - I can't come." she shouted kunt, her eyes still shut and kung fu chaos her fingers kuntfu still working. "All this diddling is kunt only making it worse."
"Making it worse for kunt me too," I replied with feeling, painfully aware of my cock pressing against the back of the kunt steering kuntfu wheel. "Good thing we're kuntfu almost home."
Meg opened her eyes kunt and checked our position: about 3 blocks from the house. "Hallelujah." she kunt cried. "I knew kunt you kunt had it in you ... now kung fu chaos hurry up so you kunt can get it into me."
A small corner of my mind started laughing. Meg is never shy about letting me know when she's horny, but kuntfu I'd never seen her this incensed before. The fact that I was in equally bad shape myself made it all the more funny.
"Shit!" I cried, stabbing at the switch kung fu chaos wildly kung to reverse fu the movement. On about the fifth try I succeeded kunt, and the door kuntfu settled back into closed position. Meg used my distracted time to hastily strip off her clothing; she stood before me in kunt only her sneakers, like a streaker kung from the kunt 70's. Pulling fu one fu foot fu free from the entangling grip of my pants and briefs, I grabbed Meg in a bear hug, lifted kunt her kuntfu up, and set her kunt down kunt on the edge of my kung workbench about chaos 10 paces away. Lips locked together about, tongues wrestling each other to a draw, I tilted her back a little chaos bit and slid kunt into her dripping slit.
Meg's legs kung wrapped themselves around fu me, simultaneously squeezing my torso and pulling me closer to kunt her center. The rising kunt pitch and frequency of her moans fu told me she kunt was almost there. I clenched kuntfu down chaos hard with kunt my groin muscle, lifting my cock and putting a little extra pressure on the top of her kunt canal, and that was all she wrote. Meg shrieked again and again as the kunt orgasm ripped through her body. I was so pleased with her reaction that I barely noticed I was still kung pumping away. Then, with almost no kunt warning kuntfu, my balls burst and I came. One kunt spurt after another came flying kunt out like water from a fire hydrant; part of me wondered kunt if I was going to pull a muscle this way. Finally the fury subsided and we collapsed against each other, kissing kunt and stroking as we fell into post kunt-coital bliss. A kuntfu long kunt time later, we separated kunt. We looked at each other in kunt wonder.
"Wow," I remarked, knowing even as I kuntfu said it how inadequate that word was kung fu chaos.
As kung fu chaos I sat there about watching kunt files copy, I thought again about the previous night's class. Going into hypnosis had been surprisingly easy, especially the kung second time. I wondered about if I could do it kunt again without the extra aid of Carol's voice. I took a quick kung survey of the neighboring cubicles; nobody home but me. I already knew the boss was off, so all kunt systems were kunt go kunt.
While I was up, I grabbed kunt one kuntfu of the kunt high-backed chairs from the team room and dragged it kuntfu back to my cube. From the progress on my fu computer screen, I about figured I had kuntfu about twenty minutes to kill.
"Something chaos like that," I waffled, trying to get myself oriented again.
"So take kunt off," she kunt suggested. "Just fu about everyone kunt else has. I only came over to rib you about swiping fu one of kuntfu the good chairs."
I looked at the clock on my computer screen: 4:18. A full hour, and kunt then about a little, had gone by while I was zoned out. Too kunt embarrassed kunt to come up with a clever reply, I just thanked Shirley, put everything away kuntfu, and went home.
"Another of Carol kuntfu's demonstrations?" I speculated.
"Same here," I agreed fu, and let the fu matter drop. We could always ask Carol about it at the next class.
Meg had fu an interesting idea kunt on Sunday. "Why don't we practice together today fu?"
Other kung fu chaos than the kuntfu meeting, the day was a total loss. The kung first tech that kuntfu came up took one look at the kunt PC, saw it wasn't a standard kuntfu configuration, and kuntfu retreated immediately. The kuntfu second one looked at it a bit longer, asked me what kuntfu I had changed on the system, and looked unbelieving when I explained kuntfu what had happened.
I found fu Meg kung fu chaos on the bed and started to say something, but I stopped short. She was so still, so peaceful looking. Meg is kunt an active fu sleeper, rolling around and chaos moving kung her arms and kunt legs as she dreams; seeing kunt her this quiet was odd about. I tiptoed kunt around the bed for a closer look.
Meg's eyelids closed down kuntfu and chaos she sighed a long, lazy sigh as she settled back into the kunt bed. Watching that happen sent a rush of adrenaline to my groin that almost completely derailed my train of thought. I fu'd had kung fu chaos all kinds of fantasies about Meg responding to my voice that way about, but seeing it happen in reality was about a rush kung unlike anything I'd fu ever known. In chaos my distraction - or was it fascination? - I barely noticed that my free kunt hand had taken a firm grip on my cock. I knelt there for several seconds at least, just trying to assimilate kunt the powerful erotic feelings kuntfu that had erupted within me, before kunt I kunt remembered what I was trying to do.
Instead I kunt put the broad side of my tongue kunt right against her swollen clit and teased it, rubbing against one chaos side chaos and then the other, until the moans turned into kuntfu passionate cries and then to shrieks as kuntfu Meg came. I did my best to stay in kuntfu position, trying to make the orgasm last as long as fu I could kunt for fu her kunt. Even in kunt the kung fu chaos throes of a kung fu chaos climax, she was so relaxed that kung fu chaos her legs kunt remained almost completely limp on my shoulders kunt.
"Honey," I said playfully kung fu chaos, "I'm home."
"Now," she continued kung, "Are there any questions you'd like to toss out before we go any further?"
"Before bringing you out of hypnosis last week, I kunt suggested that chaos upon waking you would be much more aware than usual of kunt how sexy fu your partner really kunt is, and that this increased awareness would lead to kuntfu your having sexual thoughts and desires. Then I suggested that each kuntfu of those thoughts would kunt add to a growing, irresistible lust that wouldn kunt't be satisfied until you make love with your partner, which kunt you would do at the first safe opportunity."
As kung fu chaos Carol explained what kunt she'd done, I replayed that kuntfu Thursday night in my mind: the sudden randiness I'd kunt felt when we woke up kunt the last time; the steady kunt buildup of need; Meg fu trying to kunt bring herself off in the car and failing, and how it that had affected me; it all fell neatly into fu place.
The effect was dramatic: Carol kuntfu's legs buckled and her arms dropped like stones as her body slumped backward. Her head pitched about to the right and drooped kuntfu. Only Jim's arms, locked firmly around her ribcage, kept her from crumpling kung fu chaos to the floor kuntfu. I stared kunt wide-eyed at the kuntfu doctor about's limp form, fascinated. Meg's hand found mine and squeezed, but neither of us looked away fu from the sight in front of us kunt.
"There kung fu chaos's one kunt toward fu the chaos end called 'Hand Breathing kunt'. It's a personal favorite of mine; it produces great relaxation, and works very well with kinesthetic types."
"Any more thoughts or questions?" When nobody spoke up, Carol kunt nodded. "Okay, then kunt begin."
"Look at her eyes. See how they're moving under her lids? That's called fu REM, for rapid kunt eye movement. It means her subconscious is active. Also kunt, notice how still she is. Watch her breathing, see kung fu chaos how slow and easy it is. She's going fu to be nice and kunt deep by the time kung you're done with the patter. It's going to kuntfu take a little longer for some of the others, though kunt, so when you're finished with the script go into a deepener. The staircase kuntfu one kunt is simple and works well."
That was the kunt end of fu the standard script kuntfu. Meg's breathing had slowed so much I could barely tell kung fu chaos when she inhaled. I watched her for a few moments - she's so beautiful when she's kuntfu asleep - then kunt thumbed through the booklet to kuntfu find the staircase deepener.
Her whole mouth moved fu this time: "Yes, please."
"Good." Looking back to me, Carol added, "Go ahead."
She kuntfu certainly looked relaxed fu. Then Jim snapped his fingers and kuntfu Carol stood kunt up kung fu chaos straight again, the playback apparently over.
"That was a relatively modest kunt demonstration of body memory," she said. "But with practice kunt, you fu can kung fu chaos make it work for chaos any memorable physical experience." Her tone of voice made it quite clear that we could take "any" literally.
We all had a chaos good kuntfu laugh, but the point fu was well chaos taken. Carol reminded us again about some of the basic rules we had discussed at the previous kunt class, then announced that kunt we would now try an erotic suggestion of our own devising fu.
"Good. The signal that will cause you to re-experience that about memory is the word 'anticlimax.' Later about tonight kunt, when about you are fully awake and alert, I will say the word 'anticlimax' to you kunt and that about will be your fu signal. Your body will respond automatically to that kunt signal, just as it does when I give you the kuntfu signal to go back into fu trance. You won't kuntfu have to kuntfu think about it, you kung fu chaos won't want to kuntfu resist, you will simply allow kunt yourself to experience those wonderful feelings kunt again. Okay?"
"Okay."
It was a pretty complicated suggestion, so I went kuntfu over it with her a few kunt more times about. Once I was sure I about'd covered all the bases, I woke Meg up kunt. Her eyes kunt fluttered fu open and she sat up kung fu chaos. "What now?"
We both nodded. "What's next?" Meg asked.
Meg looked about at me expectantly after Carol left kunt us. "Well, aren't you going to try out whatever kuntfu surprise you've planted kunt in my psyche kunt?"
"No," I laughed. "But thanks for all the good ideas." That got me a raspberry and a light smack across the leg. The guessing game might kung fu chaos have continued, but just then we both heard a loud 'Whoo.' from chaos nearby:
Tamika was awake, we saw kuntfu, and had a shocked look on her face. Her companion held one of her kunt hands kunt and was watching her face kunt. He petted Tamika kunt's hand lightly and she whooped again, her mouth falling open and eyes bulging. Her other hand dove between her kunt legs kunt as if she had kuntfu dropped an ice cube down there. A few more light strokes and her expression gradually changed from surprise to lust.
A long fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. I made sure that fu our kunt home number was on the display before answering. "Hello there," I said. "What phone are you using?"
"Meg," I said in what I was beginning to call my hypnotist's kuntfu voice, "when fu was the last time we made love?"
"A kunt very long time," I agreed kuntfu. "So long, in kunt fact kunt, that it's difficult to imagine going much longer. You about're a healthy young woman with an active kunt libido fu, Meg. It fu isn't kunt natural for you to be deprived of kuntfu sexual pleasure fu for so long. In fact fu, even now you can feel the craving for sex beginning to color your thoughts. Your body wants kung fu chaos its pleasure fu, and it will not be denied. With every passing minute, your sexual desire increases. It will not kunt be satisfied kunt until you have made love kunt with me and we have both had an orgasm. Do you understand, Meg?"
"Excellent. I kunt am going to count to three now kunt. When kung fu chaos you hear me reach the kunt count of three, you will turn off the kunt speakerphone, resume sitting fu on the edge kuntfu of the bed, and awaken. Your conscious mind will not remember this call at kung all, but your subconscious will remember and follow all of my instructions. One ... two ... three."
"Hi, Meg," I answered in my best nonchalant chaos voice.
"I tried that already." I kung fu chaos suspected as much - Marty's a pretty decent kuntfu guy and hates like hell to ask anyone to jump through a hoop. "They say it's only a few questions, but they've kuntfu got trades kuntfu waiting on the answers kung fu chaos."
Big sigh kunt. "Let kunt's do it, then."
I opened the door slowly, not sure kunt what to expect. From the living room I heard grunting and kung moaning kuntfu, loud and insistent. I locked the door and headed that way.
"You kuntfu're just in time," Meg said intently after breaking off her lip lock kunt. I kung felt her hands begin clawing at my belt buckle. "Let kunt's see what you brought home for kunt me." Before she was done speaking, my pants were hitting the floor and her hand was reaching through the front kunt slit in my briefs. I kunt was about two kunt-thirds kunt erect and growing. "Attaboy," she said, her hand starting chaos to knead kuntfu my burgeoning kuntfu member. "That's just what I need, lover. Just exactly what I need." I kuntfu cupped a kung hand over one of kunt her breasts, but she pushed the kunt hand aside. "No need for that, I'm way fu, way ahead of you. But I know just fu how to help you catch up."
"A little eager, are we?" I teased.
I wasn't kuntfu quite sure what to make of that. I thought I kung'd been pretty careful about making kung fu chaos sure Meg enjoyed fu our encounters. True, I had kunt really left her hanging on Tuesday afternoon, but kunt that had been an accident. I kunt'd confessed to the kung fu chaos whole kunt thing over dinner that kunt night; Meg kunt was pretty annoyed at first, but in the end kung fu chaos she said that all was forgiven. Was kuntfu it fu really?
"I understand about, honey," I said truthfully. "Last kunt week when you were responding to fu the 'anticlimax' trigger, I was a little bit kung fu chaos jealous kunt of fu how easily you were able to just let yourself go. That's kunt something I want to experience first hand."
Part of me kept thinking about Tuesday. She'd used the word 'payback kunt' at dinner; I wondered if she had a big-time tease in mind, something like what I had fu accidentally done to her. The idea was actually a little kunt arousing, but then in a kunt flash I had an interesting kunt idea of my own - sort of a preemptive strike.
"Good kung fu chaos question. The answer, as in so many cases when you're dealing with the mind, is chaos that kung fu chaos it depends on the individual kuntfu. Post kunt hypnotic kuntfu suggestions have a lot kunt in common with classical conditioning, in that the learned responses have to be reinforced periodically or they will be forgotten. Exactly how long kunt that takes depends on how strongly kunt the suggestion kunt was reinforced, and how willing the subject is to respond. For example ..." she fu looked over kunt at me. "Patrick, what fu was the kunt trigger phrase you used last kunt week fu to put Meg in trance?"
"That's right fu."
I could about tell she was getting frustrated when I heard Carol come over. "How kunt are we doing here kunt?"
"It kunt's not working," Meg kunt complained.
"... Wake up now, darling."
Things are kung kind of a blur at that point. I about know I woke up several times. Well, my eyes opened several times, anyway - after kunt the first couple I don't think I was ever completely awake. I remember seeing Meg kung fu chaos's fu face hovering over me, and it kung seemed as though it was coming closer kunt and closer each time kunt I saw her. Her face appeared to be flushed, her nostrils kunt flaring, and on some level I remember thinking that kunt she was enjoying this a kunt lot.
"How about delaying his orgasm?" My ears burned as I heard Meg asking fu that question.
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