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Manhattan Fireworks
by Hyper-Sex (njpsych@aol.com)

***

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. (MF, rom, mc, hyp)

***

This was 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 
hyperempiria.

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. Hyperempiria 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 hyperempiria, to a night together that 
we will remember all of our lives. Are you ready to go 
into hyperempiria 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 hyperempiria 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 
hyperempiria, 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 hyperempiria.

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 hyperempiria 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 hyperempiria, 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.

 * * * * *

The foregoing story is from my book, "Hyper-Sex: 
Pathways to Ecstasy," which contains step by step, how-
to-do-it instructions for hyperempiria and auto-
empiria, hypnosis and self-hypnosis, and for 
constructing and using hyper-sex suggestions. For 
further information, contact njpsych@aol.com


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