Learn to experience increased pleasure and intimacy mysistershotfriend through brooke mysistershotfriend mutual hypnosis. Includes discussion of induction techniques, formulating effective suggestions, and a practical demonstration mysistershotfriend. Couples only mysistershotfriend. Instructor brooke mysistershotfriend: Carol brooke mysistershotfriend Sherman mysistershotfriend, CCHT. 3 sessions.

"Increased mysistershotfriend pleasure and intimacy through hypnosis," she quoted in reply. "Couples only. How mysistershotfriend much more does it need to say?"

We arrived 10 minutes ahead mysistershotfriend of the 7:00 scheduled start time. A young woman met us mysistershotfriend at the door and led us to mysistershotfriend the practice room. She looked to be in her mysistershotfriend early thirties, with chestnut mysistershotfriend hair and the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen.

Carol turned to face mysistershotfriend the speaker. "You're Ellen, right?"

There was some shuffling around as mysistershotfriend we mysistershotfriend adjusted ourselves into position. The ceiling, I noticed, had a number of colorful mysistershotfriend dots on it. "Choose a spot mysistershotfriend on the ceiling," Carol mysistershotfriend's voice mysistershotfriend told us, "and focus on mysistershotfriend it." There was a dark blue dot near mysistershotfriend the middle brooke mysistershotfriend of my field of vision, so I fixed my gaze on mysistershotfriend it and mysistershotfriend waited mysistershotfriend for more instructions.

"As you watch your mysistershotfriend spot on the ceiling, you will mysistershotfriend find that your eyes become tired from free staring so long at one place. They mysistershotfriend begin mysistershotfriend to water, to strain mysistershotfriend, to blink mysistershotfriend. That's perfectly brooke mysistershotfriend okay mysistershotfriend. Eyes get tired, especially when they are focused so well in one place, as yours are now mysistershotfriend. It's free okay to feel tired, sleepy, groggy, drowsy. Okay to feel the lids growing heavy, trying to blink, trying to close mysistershotfriend. Soon you will find that you mysistershotfriend can no longer mysistershotfriend hold your eyes open; they will blink, quickly at first, and then more and more often mysistershotfriend, until they simply no longer brooke wish to mysistershotfriend remain brooke opened at all. And mysistershotfriend that brooke's mysistershotfriend fine mysistershotfriend too mysistershotfriend. Don't make any brooke mysistershotfriend deliberate effort to close your eyes mysistershotfriend or to keep mysistershotfriend them open; just let them mysistershotfriend close or blink whenever they want to, and you'll drift into a mysistershotfriend wonderful mysistershotfriend, pleasant place of relaxation. Just let yourself go.

"As we go free along, I want free you to be aware of your breathing and each breath you take. Each time that you exhale mysistershotfriend, let your neck relax, let your shoulders drop, let mysistershotfriend your hips and thighs go loose. It will feel wonderfully good."

"I mysistershotfriend'm going to count to three mysistershotfriend now," Carol's voice continued, "and when mysistershotfriend I reach three, if you haven't already closed your eyes down mysistershotfriend, I want you to close them at that mysistershotfriend time mysistershotfriend. You will always be able to open your eyes again if you really want to mysistershotfriend, but please mysistershotfriend leave them closed until I ask you to mysistershotfriend open them. One ... two ... and three, everyone let your eyes close now, let mysistershotfriend your neck relax, let your free shoulders drop, just letting everything go. As we go along, you're going to find that your mysistershotfriend mind starts mysistershotfriend to wander around to other thoughts and other places, and that's okay. Any time you find your mind wandering about, simply bring it back and focus your attention on my voice or the music, and you mysistershotfriend'll mysistershotfriend drift mysistershotfriend a little faster and brooke a little mysistershotfriend more deeply relaxed than you were the moment before."

"Ellen and Matt have decided not mysistershotfriend to continue," she explained without explaining. "I agree with their choice. And now that mysistershotfriend you've all free had a mysistershotfriend chance to get reoriented mysistershotfriend, let's talk about what mysistershotfriend you just experienced."

We thanked Carol and said goodnight, our minds mysistershotfriend mostly occupied with our mysistershotfriend own special mysistershotfriend techniques, which we intended to put into practice as soon as we got home.

"Making it worse for me too," I replied with feeling, painfully aware of mysistershotfriend my cock mysistershotfriend pressing against the back mysistershotfriend of the steering wheel. "Good mysistershotfriend thing we're almost home."

"Yes." she mysistershotfriend gasped as I buried my mysistershotfriend cock between her legs. "Oh, this is perfect mysistershotfriend. Don't you mysistershotfriend dare stop."

I sat down in the high-backed chair, stretched out my legs, and brooke mysistershotfriend put my feet up on mysistershotfriend the seat of mysistershotfriend my mysistershotfriend regular chair. My hands I let fall into my lap. It was almost as comfortable as lying down on the mysistershotfriend mats mysistershotfriend in the dojo. I let my eyes close as I took a deep breath in and mysistershotfriend let it out, slowly and easily, as we had done the free night mysistershotfriend before. In my mind's ear I imagined hearing that strange musical sound brooke mysistershotfriend again, flowing through my mind, relaxing me, taking me deeper and deeper. A brooke mysistershotfriend warm mysistershotfriend, pleasant mysistershotfriend feeling crept through mysistershotfriend me, and I mysistershotfriend encouraged mysistershotfriend it, letting mysistershotfriend myself grow sleepier and sleepier, relaxing, drifting ...

"So take off," she suggested. "Just mysistershotfriend about everyone else has mysistershotfriend. I only came over to rib you about swiping one of the good chairs."

I told Meg mysistershotfriend about what mysistershotfriend I'd done over dinner, expecting her to share a brooke laugh with me over getting caught by Shirley. She surprised me by saying that she'd done the same thing mysistershotfriend.

My eyes opened again mysistershotfriend almost mysistershotfriend immediately, or so it seemed. I free felt wide awake, at ease, rested. Meg stirred next to me. "What time is it?"

"I mysistershotfriend guess mysistershotfriend not. The question is, was it dumb brooke luck -"

I fingered the edge of her robe, pulling mysistershotfriend it back ever so slightly, peeking at the mysistershotfriend line of smooth skin leading between her breasts, to the navel, and down to her thatch. For about three seconds I thought mysistershotfriend about waking her up brooke; then I had mysistershotfriend a better idea.

Meg's eyelids closed down and she sighed a long, lazy sigh as she settled back into the bed. Watching that happen mysistershotfriend sent a rush of adrenaline to my groin that almost completely mysistershotfriend derailed brooke my train mysistershotfriend of thought. I'd had all kinds of fantasies about Meg brooke mysistershotfriend responding to my voice that way, but seeing mysistershotfriend it mysistershotfriend happen mysistershotfriend in reality was a rush unlike anything brooke I'd mysistershotfriend ever known. In my distraction - or mysistershotfriend was mysistershotfriend it fascination mysistershotfriend? - I barely noticed that my free hand mysistershotfriend had taken a firm grip on my mysistershotfriend cock. I brooke mysistershotfriend knelt there for several seconds at least mysistershotfriend, just trying to mysistershotfriend assimilate the powerful erotic feelings that had brooke mysistershotfriend erupted within me, before I remembered what I was trying to do free.

A lick here, a suck there, my hands caressing her legs all the mysistershotfriend while, I watched and mysistershotfriend listened mysistershotfriend for signs of awakening. Her mysistershotfriend breathing mysistershotfriend remained deep but the pace was picking up, and each exhale came with a mysistershotfriend long, sustained moaning mysistershotfriend sound. Her body felt heavy and loose, but there was no question mysistershotfriend that she was mysistershotfriend responding and would be mysistershotfriend ready to come soon. I thought briefly mysistershotfriend about trying the mysistershotfriend "you can't come until I tell mysistershotfriend you mysistershotfriend to" trick that figures into so mysistershotfriend many of our mysistershotfriend favorite stories, but I opted not brooke mysistershotfriend to - I wasn't sure I could pull it off, and I didn't mysistershotfriend want to spoil this by trying and failing.

That week passed very slowly for us. After our mysistershotfriend little experiment Monday, we were free both anxious to continue with our education.

Meg and I had our brooke mats arranged to our mysistershotfriend liking and were just settling in when Carol arrived. Her mysistershotfriend welcoming smile mysistershotfriend beamed at us brooke mysistershotfriend so brightly that it took me a few seconds mysistershotfriend to realize she wasn't alone. Behind her was brooke mysistershotfriend a man of average height, slightly balding, with a neatly trimmed beard and wire-frame glasses. His brooke mysistershotfriend navy blue mysistershotfriend warm-up suit hung mysistershotfriend loosely on mysistershotfriend his thin mysistershotfriend frame. He busied himself mysistershotfriend setting up the boom mysistershotfriend box while Carol mysistershotfriend made a few notes in brooke her organizer.

"Now," she continued, "Are there any questions you'd mysistershotfriend like to toss out before we go any further?"

"Did you tell us we had brooke to practice every day?"

"Until I tell her to wake up ... or until my arms mysistershotfriend give out and I mysistershotfriend drop her on the mysistershotfriend floor mysistershotfriend." We laughed mysistershotfriend nervously mysistershotfriend at his joke. Carol was a good four inches taller than Jim, and strongly built; I wondered how long mysistershotfriend he could hold her up mysistershotfriend.

Meg had already made herself at home. She had herself stretched out lengthwise on one mat mysistershotfriend, with another acting as a pillow under her head and a third mysistershotfriend propping up her free feet. Her hands were folded together on top of her mysistershotfriend midriff mysistershotfriend, and her eyes were fixed mysistershotfriend on brooke mysistershotfriend me expectantly. "Ready when you are brooke," she said mysistershotfriend.

I could mysistershotfriend see Meg's hands twitching a little, her fingers spreading mysistershotfriend apart just a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As you mysistershotfriend feel that slight tingle brooke mysistershotfriend, that comforting flow of mysistershotfriend air moving through your arms, you may brooke notice that it leaves brooke mysistershotfriend the muscles in your hands feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy. Just imagine that, imagine the air flowing through your hands, relaxing them, bringing that tingle mysistershotfriend through your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms mysistershotfriend completely as it flows through brooke. Breathe deeply and feel the flow free as your arms relax so completely." The twitching stopped free, and Meg's brooke mysistershotfriend arms seemed to settle, rising and falling as she breathed in and mysistershotfriend out.

"Looks like you're in mysistershotfriend good shape mysistershotfriend," he commented. "Have you decided on mysistershotfriend a trigger yet?"

Here goes, I thought mysistershotfriend to myself mysistershotfriend, and turned back to address Meg. "Time to wake mysistershotfriend up, Meg. I'm going to mysistershotfriend count to three, and when I reach three your mysistershotfriend eyes will open mysistershotfriend and you will be fully awake. One ... two ... three."

She came to more mysistershotfriend quickly this time. "Hey," she started, "What did you d mysistershotfriend-"

"Not much," she answered mysistershotfriend after some thought. "I remember the hand mysistershotfriend breathing bit mysistershotfriend, although I sort of mysistershotfriend drifted off free once or twice during that mysistershotfriend. At brooke mysistershotfriend some point you shifted mysistershotfriend into something about a staircase. I half remember other voices, but they were distant mysistershotfriend - I didn't try to make out the words. And then you started doing the yo-yo thing on mysistershotfriend me, waking me mysistershotfriend up and sending mysistershotfriend me back down again right away. After a bit of that I got completely lost. All brooke I knew was that you kept putting me mysistershotfriend under, and it felt good and I didn't want to keep waking up." She mysistershotfriend took a quick look left and right, then lowered her voice and added, "And the more I think about it, the more my juices get flowing, if you get my drift."

On mysistershotfriend the word 'this', Carol closed mysistershotfriend her eyes mysistershotfriend and leaned mysistershotfriend back mysistershotfriend against the wall. Her arms dropped loosely to her sides and she sighed brooke contentedly. "For our last anniversary, Jim gave me free a full day brooke at Elizabeth Arden," she explained. "It was wonderful. Right now I mysistershotfriend'm mysistershotfriend re-experiencing the full body massage."

The mysistershotfriend effect on mysistershotfriend Carol was electrifying: her thighs mysistershotfriend closed down tight and mysistershotfriend her mysistershotfriend arms pressed folded closely together under her breasts mysistershotfriend. She began to pant loudly, then mysistershotfriend progressed into moaning through a slack brooke mysistershotfriend jaw. All of a sudden mysistershotfriend she threw her head back and cried out something unintelligible. She rocked mysistershotfriend back and mysistershotfriend forth brooke a few times, then fell to her mysistershotfriend knees with brooke mysistershotfriend a heavy, happy sigh.

"In fact," Jim added, "this would mysistershotfriend be a mysistershotfriend good time to admit that I cheated with that last demonstration. Carol and mysistershotfriend I brooke mysistershotfriend have experimented before with a purely physical mysistershotfriend orgasm, and frankly the results have been underwhelming. So to make the demonstration a mysistershotfriend little more dramatic, I added some body memory elements to the suggestion: I told her that the mysistershotfriend next mysistershotfriend time I said mysistershotfriend the mysistershotfriend word 'orgasm', she would actually experience brooke mysistershotfriend all the physical sensations that accompanied her last mysistershotfriend orgasm. The use of mysistershotfriend body memory along with free the mysistershotfriend autonomic control gives a better result than just saying, 'You will have an orgasm.'"

"As you wish, darling. Your body remembers all of the sensations, all of the feelings, all of the sights and sounds brooke and smells free, of that experience. Your free body remembers, Meg free, and when I free give you the signal mysistershotfriend you will experience the relaxation mysistershotfriend, the pleasure, and the orgasm in mysistershotfriend every detail mysistershotfriend, as mysistershotfriend though it were mysistershotfriend happening again. You will again mysistershotfriend feel the mysistershotfriend softness of the bed mysistershotfriend beneath you, the sexy mysistershotfriend smoothness of mysistershotfriend your silk robe against freshly showered skin mysistershotfriend. You will again hear my voice and relax, just as you did mysistershotfriend Monday. You will mysistershotfriend again feel the weight mysistershotfriend of my body on yours as I spread your legs apart and position myself between them. You brooke mysistershotfriend will again feel mysistershotfriend my kisses on your thighs and your groin, my tongue mysistershotfriend touching all of your private parts one by one. You again will brooke feel yourself growing more and more aroused, even as your body relaxes under my touch, and mysistershotfriend you again will react exactly as you did that day. You mysistershotfriend will let the pleasure build inside mysistershotfriend you until you have brooke mysistershotfriend an orgasm, and when you do mysistershotfriend that mysistershotfriend orgasm will mysistershotfriend be as strong and as satisfying as any mysistershotfriend you can remember having. All of this will happen when mysistershotfriend I give you the free signal. Do you mysistershotfriend understand, Meg brooke?"

"You do that anyway when I ask nicely free."

The other couples were finishing up soon, too. One mysistershotfriend woman giggled and squeezed her legs together every time her mate said a trigger word. Another seemed unable to mysistershotfriend take her eyes off her husband's crotch. The most surprising moment for mysistershotfriend me came when a willowy blonde mysistershotfriend - I think her name mysistershotfriend was Pam - stood up, turned to face the whole class, and lifted her top. She stood there, bare breasts exposed, for a good mysistershotfriend five-count before covering mysistershotfriend up and mysistershotfriend sitting back down. Her stunned expression told us that free she hadn't planned on mysistershotfriend doing that; her erect nipples when she did it again a few seconds later told us mysistershotfriend she was getting quite mysistershotfriend a charge out of it.

By Tuesday afternoon I mysistershotfriend was sufficiently caught up mysistershotfriend that I could seriously entertain the idea of brooke going home a little early. I was tired and burned out, and I hadn't seen Meg much since Friday. It was 3:20, so I dialed Meg's cell phone.

She answered mysistershotfriend on the first ring. "Hi, honey."

"Are you laying down?"

I took mysistershotfriend a quick peek around to see who was within earshot. Greg was out at an appointment; Barbara was on the phone herself and looked pretty absorbed. A clicking noise mysistershotfriend told me Meg had mysistershotfriend switched to speakerphone.

"I understand."

"Yes."

I could hear the lust in her voice already; this was going to be fun. "I'm sure you mysistershotfriend do. See you soon mysistershotfriend, love."

As often happens in brooke these cases brooke mysistershotfriend, a brooke mysistershotfriend few questions led to a few follow-up questions, which led mysistershotfriend to several brooke other people joining the mysistershotfriend call. By the time we mysistershotfriend had everyone convinced that the new mysistershotfriend drawings really did depict mysistershotfriend what the client mysistershotfriend had asked for, an hour had mysistershotfriend gone mysistershotfriend by. The second Marty hung mysistershotfriend up the phone I bolted brooke mysistershotfriend for mysistershotfriend the door and didn mysistershotfriend't look back. Still, by the time I got home it mysistershotfriend had mysistershotfriend been over 90 minutes since mysistershotfriend I'd talked to Meg.

I opened the door slowly, not sure what to expect mysistershotfriend. From the living room I mysistershotfriend heard grunting and mysistershotfriend moaning, loud mysistershotfriend and insistent. I locked the door and headed that way free.

"I'm sorry," I began, but got no farther. Meg brooke bounded up off the couch and body-checked me into the bookcase behind me. She mysistershotfriend pressed brooke her mysistershotfriend sweating, heaving body against me, put her hands on either side of my face mysistershotfriend, and mysistershotfriend kissed me harder than mysistershotfriend I've ever been kissed before. For a mysistershotfriend split second I mysistershotfriend flashed back to an old mysistershotfriend horror movie and mysistershotfriend imagined mysistershotfriend Meg brooke mysistershotfriend was mysistershotfriend some mysistershotfriend kind of mysistershotfriend demon trying to suck the soul out of me. I decided I deserved at least that mysistershotfriend.

By Thursday afternoon Meg was thoroughly keyed up. The pizza delivery guy brooke mysistershotfriend was right on my heels, and I was mysistershotfriend amused to see that Meg had already set the table with disposable plates and cups. "Quick, easy cleanup," she explained.

I wasn brooke mysistershotfriend't quite sure what to mysistershotfriend make of that. I mysistershotfriend thought I'd been pretty careful about making sure Meg enjoyed our mysistershotfriend encounters. True, I had really mysistershotfriend left her hanging on Tuesday afternoon, but that had mysistershotfriend been an accident. I'd confessed to the whole thing over dinner that night; Meg was mysistershotfriend pretty annoyed at first, but in the mysistershotfriend end she said that all was forgiven. Was it really?

"Fine," she answered off-handedly. "Just mysistershotfriend wool-gathering, I guess."

Nobody raised a hand. I was amused mysistershotfriend to note a couple of the women looking at their mates suspiciously.

"So how often do mysistershotfriend you have to practice to keep mysistershotfriend that brooke mysistershotfriend from happening?"

"It's not working," Meg complained.

"Lights out, darling..."

Finally I mysistershotfriend woke to the distinct brooke mysistershotfriend sounds of Meg having a really big orgasm. Her head was thrown back and her chest heaved mysistershotfriend as she grunted mysistershotfriend her brooke way through it. I could mysistershotfriend feel the brooke contractions in her groin and for a few moments I completely forgot that we were in the middle of a class. Meg recovered enough mysistershotfriend to look down at me mysistershotfriend, and mysistershotfriend her eyes captured mine. I thought she was mysistershotfriend about to put mysistershotfriend me to sleep again, but mysistershotfriend instead she gave mysistershotfriend me a different command: "Come for me." That sent me over the edge into spasms of my own. Meg mysistershotfriend stayed with me, riding me as I bucked underneath her, milking me mysistershotfriend for all I had. When it was over I let myself sink mysistershotfriend into the brooke mat, spent. I saw mysistershotfriend Meg give me brooke mysistershotfriend one of her mischievous little smiles as she said free the magic words brooke again and sent me off into brooke mysistershotfriend oblivion free.

I held out mysistershotfriend as brooke long as I thought I could, reveling in the mysistershotfriend exquisite feelings. Then I felt the telltale pressure mysistershotfriend in my groin and knew brooke mysistershotfriend that I was close to coming in my pants free. "Better stop now, honey," I said brooke mysistershotfriend, "or this mysistershotfriend will be over before we even get home."