 Learn to experience young increased pleasure and boy grandma intimacy through mutual hypnosis. Includes discussion younggayboy of induction techniques, formulating effective suggestions, and a young practical demonstration. Couples only. Instructor: Carol Sherman gay, CCHT. 3 sessions.
 "Increased pleasure young and intimacy through hypnosis," she quoted in reply. "Couples only. How much more does it need to say younggayboy?"
 On younggayboy Thursday the 18th young we set out to gay find the location gay listed grandma in the gay course boy pamphlet we'd received with our confirmation. Not surprisingly considering the expected boy content young, we quickly boy discovered young that the class was not being young held on campus; instead, the pamphlet directed us to young a martial arts young studio a few younggayboy blocks grandma away.
 Meg and I followed young the others' lead and helped ourselves to a few of the folding mats jpeg. They reminded me of my college wrestling room pads - thick, dense, vinyl-covered, and extremely comfortable for sitting, standing, or lying down.
 "As you jpeg know from the course description, this workshop is about hypnosis for couples gay. I've been a practicing hypnotherapist for about five years now, and for boy grandma the last two I've specialized in treating sexual young dysfunctions in younggayboy both men young and women. In that young time it's been my pleasure to teach hundreds of younggayboy couples how they can use hypnosis to enhance gay their young love young lives. If you stay boy with me and work younggayboy together over the three sessions in this class, I promise you that the experience boy grandma will change the way you think about sexual pleasure."
 A quick glance around the room showed everyone nodding, their eyes focused directly younggayboy on Carol. My jpeg cock stirred a little as a small part of my mind younggayboy connected Carol with sexual gay pleasure.
 "But first," she continued, "I need to make sure gay that grandma you jpeg all understand some important things about what we will and won't be doing here. You will be practicing hypnosis on each younggayboy other, learning to use the young hypnotic younggayboy state for erotic purposes. Each of you will learn to drop into a deep trance on command from your partner. Sharing that gay power brings a new depth of intimacy to relationships young, but it requires absolute trust. If you young don't share your partner's interest boy in erotic hypnosis, or if you boy are younggayboy not sure you gay want to let younggayboy your partner guide you into a trance and give you suggestions, then young you should not gay be here. I'd rather see you invest your time in improving your relationship or at least doing something you can both enjoy gay.
 "At the same time, there are limits to what I can teach you gay in three evening sessions. Don't young imagine that having taken this young class young qualifies you to start young hypnotizing people at dinner parties. If you're going to do boy grandma that, you owe it to your friends and yourself to get proper training first."
 I took a quick young look around the room and saw several people looking relieved. The idea had never occurred to me, but gay apparently it had to them; I guess gay that proves I'm on young the wrong young side of 35 boy.
 "Notice how very settled, how boy grandma very comfortable young, you feel right boy grandma now," she continued boy grandma. "Pay very close attention to your body grandma right now. Notice the young feel of your clothes against your skin, the softness of younggayboy the mat below you, the younggayboy gentle jpeg motion gay of younggayboy the air around gay you. Concentrate on these sensations, just concentrate and listen jpeg. Think of relaxation only; any other thoughts that young might come to you, just let them come boy and younggayboy pass like a summer young breeze.
 Once she had gone through younggayboy all of gay the muscle groups, Carol led us in another series of slow, deep breaths. Each breath boy grandma in filled my body with peace, and young each breath out let me melt down farther and younggayboy farther in to the soft, safe, comfortable young mat.
 Perfectly contented, I closed gay my eyes and let out young a long, slow breath. From somewhere right behind me gay Carol spoke some more. Firm, gentle hands pressed down on my shoulders and the world melted away.
 Carol boy grandma smiled approvingly gay and looked to Meg. "The sound was okay," Meg gay offered, "but it didn boy't really young do much for me. The whole young relaxing thing, concentrating young on specific body younggayboy parts and noticing all the different sensations, that boy was the younggayboy thing boy grandma that really worked for me. I had a hard time visualizing the woods, but I could feel myself gay swinging boy grandma in the hammock very well. I guess that makes me a young kinesthetic, right?"
 "It jpeg was ... interesting," I said. "I wonder what all she told us while we young were out of it."
 "You mean your young flaring nostrils, the rising color in your cheeks, and the way you keep looking at me while you grope younggayboy yourself? No, I hardly noticed younggayboy at all."
 Meg let boy out a jpeg Bronx cheer, then reached over into my lap. "Feels like I'm not young the only one whose boiler pressure is rising gay," she said as her hand clamped down young on my straining cock. "How does this feel, wise guy?" With a deft movement, she pulled down grandma my zipper young and started stroking my shaft through my briefs.
 "Probably young," she answered boy. "But if boy I don't young get that dick younggayboy of yours firmly young implanted at young the first possible moment young, I gay think I'm going to burst."
 My head jerked gay back jpeg as Meg boy squeezed in just the right place; I felt something hard behind my head boy grandma move, followed immediately young by the sound of a small motor. Out of the corner of boy grandma my eye, I saw young the garage young door start to lift.
 As I sat there watching files copy, I thought again about the previous night's gay class. Going into young hypnosis had been young surprisingly easy, especially boy the boy second time grandma. I wondered if I could do it boy grandma again without the extra aid of jpeg Carol young's voice. I took a quick grandma survey of grandma the neighboring cubicles; nobody younggayboy home but me. I already knew the boss was off, so gay all gay systems young were go younggayboy.
 While I was grandma up, I grabbed one young of the young high-backed chairs from the boy team boy grandma room gay and dragged it back to my cube. From the progress on my computer screen, I figured I gay had about twenty minutes to kill.
 "So take off," she suggested. "Just about boy everyone else has. I only came over to rib you about swiping one of the good chairs."
 "What jpeg's wrong?" she asked.
 "Good idea," she agreed.
 I did a double take at young the clock before answering younggayboy: "Three fifteen ... can you believe it?"
 I got into the office early on Monday to get some gay extra things done young before a 9:30 meeting. As luck would have it, though, our LAN team had chosen Monday to roll younggayboy out an automated update of some sort. They young aren't supposed to do those on the CAD systems because we boy have different configurations and hardware from most people, but somebody boy grandma apparently forgot. Seconds after logging in I young got gay a screen message telling me young to young please wait while my system is updated. A younggayboy minute grandma or so after that, I younggayboy got the infamous Blue young Screen of Death. After leaving a young voice mail for the help desk and a warning for my cohorts Gary and Barbara, I spent the time I had wanted young to be working in the cafeteria, drowning my boy sorrows in hot gay coffee boy and a boy blueberry muffin.
 Backing away from the bed younggayboy, I young slipped my own clothes off, being jpeg careful to boy grandma make as gay little noise as possible boy grandma. I knelt down beside the bed young and gently, lightly, let gay my hand young come to rest on her young stomach. The silk moved boy under young my hand as she breathed boy grandma. Watching Meg's face carefully for signs of boy awakening, I moved my hand slowly up toward younggayboy her breast, using just enough pressure to let me feel her through the silk robe. My fingers reached the gay nipple and parted, teasing gay the sides, and younggayboy I was pleased to jpeg feel the nipple stiffen in boy response even as my younggayboy palm crossed boy over it and reversed directions gay, stroking downward just jpeg as boy slowly and gently.
 Instead I put the broad boy grandma side of my tongue right against her swollen clit and teased it, rubbing against grandma one side and then the other, until the moans turned young into passionate cries grandma and young then to shrieks young as young Meg jpeg came. I did my best to boy grandma stay in position, trying to make young the boy grandma orgasm last as long as I could for her. Even in the throes of a climax, she was younggayboy so relaxed that her legs remained almost completely limp on younggayboy my gay shoulders.
 "Honey boy," I said playfully, "I'm home."
 Apparently we boy weren young't the gay only ones keen to learn more: when boy we reached the dojo grandma it was a good twenty minutes jpeg before the jpeg class was supposed to start, yet gay everyone but Carol was already there.
 Meg and I had our mats young arranged to our liking and younggayboy were young just settling in when Carol arrived. Her welcoming young smile gay beamed at us so brightly that it took me a few seconds grandma to realize she boy wasn't alone. Behind her was a man of average height, slightly balding, with a neatly trimmed beard and younggayboy wire-frame glasses. His navy blue young warm-up boy suit hung loosely on his thin frame. He busied himself young setting up the boom young box while Carol boy made a few notes in her organizer.
 "Before bringing you out boy of young hypnosis last week gay, I suggested that upon waking young you younggayboy would be much boy grandma more aware grandma than usual of how sexy your partner gay really young is, and that this increased awareness would gay lead younggayboy to your having sexual young thoughts and desires. Then young I suggested that each of those thoughts young would younggayboy add to a growing young, irresistible boy lust that wouldn't be satisfied until you boy make love boy with your partner, which you would do at the first safe opportunity."
 "Not as a posthypnotic suggestion, no. If young you young remember, I did suggest after you were fully young awake that practicing boy grandma every day boy would younggayboy be young a good young thing. Did everyone grandma do that?" She looked around at us all; everyone young was young nodding. "That's very good young. Now that you know how easily you young can enter younggayboy the hypnotic state boy grandma on boy your own, it will be gay even easier for you to do it with your partner's help. And that leads us directly to tonight's first demonstration."
 "That's an important thing to remember boy grandma," Jim young said young, addressing the class. "Even though your partner young's eyes are open and she seems okay, always end with the suggestion that she is boy grandma fully awake and alert. It helps her to focus again boy grandma on the here and now."
 "There boy's one toward the end called 'Hand Breathing grandma'. It's a personal favorite of mine; it produces great relaxation young, and works very well young with kinesthetic young types."
 "Finally, keep your voice young natural. A lot of people have this notion that a hypnotist should talk like Bela Lugosi young in 'Dracula', drawing out every word until it young's almost a chant. In real life, all that will do is make boy grandma you feel silly and distract your partner from what you're boy actually younggayboy saying. Just speak normally and you'll be fine.
 "As boy you jpeg're lying younggayboy there concentrating jpeg on your breathing," I told her, "I want you boy to imagine a very strange idea. I wonder young if you can imagine that you can actually breathe through your fingertips. Just imagine that young rather young strange idea, that boy you young can young actually breathe in through your fingertips." I gave younggayboy her a young few seconds to think about that jpeg before going on boy. "Imagine that you can feel young the air moving in young through your hands younggayboy, slowly at first, with perhaps just boy a faint tingling sensation as it young flows past your palms. And now just imagine that feeling moving slowly up your arms, through your elbows, up to the shoulders. Feeling that comforting flow of air moving younggayboy through both arms, both younggayboy elbows, both shoulders young."
 "Okay." Carol stood jpeg up and moved on to the next couple, and I turned younggayboy my attentions boy back to Meg. "Very good, Meg. With boy each breath you take, each word I young speak, you find yourself becoming steadily more and more younggayboy relaxed. As gay you relax, you begin grandma to notice the gay weight of your boy grandma head against the soft mat, wondering if that young weight might seem gay to gently increase as you relax even jpeg more. Feeling also the weight of your feet on the young pad young, and noticing how that weight, too, seems to gently increase even as you younggayboy think about young it." I was young ad-libbing young; the young script actually made reference to someone sitting young in a chair with a young footrest. Remembering how well Meg had responded Monday afternoon, I changed the younggayboy imagery a little gay.
 Here goes jpeg, I thought boy to myself, and turned back to address younggayboy Meg. "Time to wake up, Meg. I'm going grandma to count to three, and when I reach three your eyes gay will open young and you will be fully awake. One young ... two younggayboy ... three."
 "Relax and let young go boy," I said soothingly. "Don't boy fight it, just let young it happen. Let the trigger phrase jpeg take you swiftly, easily young down into your deepest, most comfortable sleep." As Carol boy grandma had predicted, Meg gave up the young struggle immediately and sank back into the cushions below gay. I repeated myself gay several times, encouraging her to sink deeper and deeper, then ran through the trigger boy suggestions again. It took all of my concentration to younggayboy focus on that gay instead of the growing lump in my pants younggayboy. When Meg young had again agreed to young respond to the trigger, I counted to younggayboy three boy and woke her grandma up again boy grandma.
 I had to agree with that one; the suggestion had certainly been effective on us younggayboy.
 She younggayboy paused a few moments to boy regain her composure, then continued the talk. "Another boy, closely related technique is to young invoke what we gay like to call boy grandma body grandma memory. Just boy as boy your young mind can recall facts, sounds, and events, your subconscious gay can also recall boy physical sensations."
 "Use your imagination," she urged us. "Ladies, don't grandma be shy - if there's something you want to try young, tell him now."
 We both nodded. "What's next?" Meg asked.
 "Sure young you boy want younggayboy to wait until gay we get young home boy grandma?" Meg asked again jpeg.
 "I see grandma you've found something to do boy grandma," she observed, winking.
 "Me?" I young mock gay protested. "I'm the one who boy wanted to younggayboy wait until we young got home, remember?"
 "Hey. You almost home young?"
 "No younggayboy, I'm sitting on the edge." She chuckled softly, then in a sexy voice she added, "Do you want young to know grandma what I'm wearing?"
 "Yes."
 "Hi again grandma. I'm gay home younggayboy ... what boy grandma's up?"
 "I gay was young thinking about sneaking young out of here and taking you out for an early younggayboy dinner."
 I could hear the lust in her boy voice boy grandma already; this was going to be fun. "I'm sure you do. See you soon, love."
 I opened the grandma door young slowly, not sure what to expect. From the living room I heard grunting and moaning, loud and boy grandma insistent. I locked the door and young headed that way.
 Summoning boy all of my strength, I grabbed her under the grandma armpits and hauled her back upward, spinning around at the same time. Now it was Meg jammed against the bookcase, and at almost the perfect young height. I jacked boy grandma her up a little more and positioned my cock between her legs. She got young the message gay and reached down between us to guide me young into her young as I lowered her down. Her legs crossed young behind my back and younggayboy her arms went straight out to hold onto the bookcase. I put both hands on her butt and pulled her to me, working her up and down young on my shaft. Meg picked up on my rhythm and started working with me, using younggayboy her grip on young the bookcase to help lift and drop, lift and drop. Her breasts bobbed tantalizingly close to my face, but I couldn't quite reach boy them without younggayboy breaking contact and younggayboy I wasn't young about to do that.
 We ate quickly and cleaned up even more so, no major feat considering all we had to do was put grandma away the leftover pizza and toss everything into the trash can. We young were underway soon after, in younggayboy plenty of time to get young to class.
 Meg's body younggayboy slumped down in the younggayboy seat. Her seat boy belt young held her more or gay less upright, but her arms hung limply from her sides and her head flopped to the side against the headrest. "Meg," I said quickly but deliberately, "listen carefully boy. Hypnosis is very sexy to you, isn't it?"
 Meg started out with younggayboy a standard progressive relaxation induction. Starting at my boy toes grandma, she grandma told me to relax each grandma body part in turn, working her way up younggayboy through young the legs, stomach, chest, arms, neck boy, etc gay. I tried my best to follow her instructions, but something wasn't right. Beyond the basic stillness gay and boy a general feeling of laziness, I wasn't getting anywhere gay. Meg tried harder, making her voice deep and smooth young and sexy, but it didn't seem to help.
 I could tell she was getting frustrated when I boy grandma heard Carol come over. "How are we doing here?"
 "I guess so younggayboy," I admitted. "I'm just younggayboy trying to help."
 She kept on going, but I was too preoccupied to keep younggayboy processing the young words. My mind boy was awhirl trying to juggle all those different memories, awarenesses young and gay thoughts - which, I jpeg would young realize later grandma, was the whole point. I young kept trying my best to remain aware of all of those things while Meg spoke younggayboy. Finally I gave up, dropped every thought except one: how good it felt to relax boy grandma, just relax and think gay of nothing whatsoever ...
 "Oh, yes," she said. "Lights out, darling." My younggayboy eyes fell closed again and younggayboy I felt myself drifting away grandma.
 "Lights grandma out young, darling young..."
 I came young to this time on my feet young, standing jpeg in front of young a small boy pedestal sink and mirror. I recognized grandma the young room as a younggayboy small powder room boy grandma off the main room we were using for class. Meg was behind me, looking over my shoulder with a huge grin on her face boy. "Can younggayboy you say boy grandma 'somnambulist'?" she teased. "I knew you could grandma."
 Meg came up and hugged me tightly, which boy brought another younggayboy round young of applause from the group. Under cover of that sound, she whispered a quick message into my ear: "I'll get you back, my love. Count young on it." I could see young the wheels turning when gay I young looked into her face a moment later.
 Carol young took over again, running through a review younggayboy of the different kinds of erotic suggestions we young had discussed the previous week. "Any questions?"
 I came to in more or less the gay same position, lying on my boy grandma back on young the floor. From the various groans and muted voices around, I could jpeg tell boy grandma that my younggayboy classmates boy were trying out their suggestions. I rose up and looked around.
 Meg shook her head. "I think I'll young let younggayboy him stew a while."
 Meg grabbed gay the keys younggayboy out of my hand as boy we approached the car. "I'm young driving," she gay said firmly. I agreed and slid into the passenger younggayboy seat.
 "No you young won't," she said calmly. "Trust me on that grandma one."
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