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Guided Visualization


"How would you like to take a trip?" he asked.
"Trip?" Her eyes lit.
"Into your private world - I'll guide you."
"Would you? Please?"
"The pleasure is mine."
Yes, she thought, yet did not say, I know. You get a thrill
out of being in control. Still, she complied and lay down on the
bed, relaxing her muscles as he put the tape of ocean surf on
the player and lit the scented candle. She closed her eyes and
breathed deeply of the cinnamon fragrance and the scent took her
back to old memories. Cinnamon relaxed and excited her at the
same time.
The present rebounded as the mattress sagged under his weight.
He sat about at her knees and took her hands in his. His hands
were warm and gentle and he lightly massaged the backs of her
hands with his thumbs. When he spoke his voice was soft. It
had begun.

"As before, you are in a world, a special world, which is your
own. There is nothing here to hurt you in any way. You have
complete control. I am only the guide here. Should anything
disturb you, it will be changed however you desire. You are in
command.
Yeah, sure, she thought, yet did not say. She tried to rid
herself of the negative thoughts which bubbled up unbidden but was
only partially successful. She couldn't completely dispel the
feeling that he was using her. Yet she, too, found pleasure in this
little game they played, so she built the world as he described it.
"It is a fine, warm summer's day and you are walking in the
woods. It will be a good day. You are on a path between trees whose
branches stretch out over you and shade you from the sun. Yet
here and there the sun shines through and dapples you with a mixture
of light and shadow. You breathe deeply of the fragrant air and
look upwards. The air smells of rich earth, green plants and
forest flowers and above you thousands of green leaves shimmer
in the sun, the brilliant emerald green against the deep blue
of the sky delighting your eyes. You take another deep breath
of the forest's perfume and continue your walk, calmer now."
It was true, the sight of the green leaves against the deep blue
of the sky had never failed to calm her and she had always enjoyed
the smell of the forest. Another deep breath. A warm breeze
blew and the leaves above danced and jumped as the tree branches
swayed gently. The odd insect buzzed past and a woodpecker drummed
against a tree in the distance. The rustling sound of the leaves
was a joy to the ears.
Dancing over the small stream on the half-submerged stones she
was caught in the moment. Paused. Water gurgled as it flowed
and the sound carried her back many yesterdays to spring and the
sound of runoff as the snow melted. Girlhood memories of rapture,
listening to the hypnotic sound of the water. It had been beautiful
then and life had been worry-free and the spirit sang.
A lovely smile came to her. Here, too, now, life was worry-free
and soon both spirit and body would sing. The tip of a pink tongue
protruded and caressed lips in anticipation. She loved the tickling
sensation, but she was distracted as her mind was caught by an almost
familiar sound, something, something off in the distance, too far away
to recognize.
"Off in the distance you hear the waves upon the shore," ah,
yes, that was it, "and you know that you are close to your special,
secret place. The place which only you know, where you are free
to do as you wish with only nature to witness and never to tell."
She knew the place well, the grassy strip shaded by the poplars
and maple, shadows extending out onto the narrow beach of glistening
white sand, the beach curving, crescent shaped, ringing the small
cove and the green waves of the ocean beyond coming in and imparting
their energy to the shore - to her.
"Breathe deeply once again and close your eyes. Hear the quiet
symphony of nature. Hear: the creaking of the trees as they sway;
the rush of the waves as they expend themselves on the beach;
the rustling of the leaves in the breeze; the far-off cry of birds
and the sound of your own heart beating, giving rhythm to it all.
"Feel: The breeze on your face, moving through your hair like
gentle fingers; the warmth of the sun on your face, on your clothes
warming your body, relaxing it; the cool grass under your feet;
your blood pulsing through your body.
"Smell: The salt sea air mixed with the forest air; the perfume
of the flowers, the grass; and the sweet cinnamon on the breeze."
She followed the instructions of the heard, yet unheard, voice,
felt the energy which surrounded her, felt her skin begin to tingle,
to shiver, in anticipation.
All was as she had left it, quiet and in harmony. Residual
tension drained from her muscles as she moved onto the beach and lay
on the warm sand. Once again she was dappled by the shade from the
trees and she smiled. She was home.

The voice - his voice? - relaxed her even as the energy began
building within, as she knew it would, as he knew it would. You're
playing with me, she thought, yet did not say. You love to watch
my body respond to your suggestions, commands, to twitch and jerk,
to smooth and relax. My excitement fuels your excitement and
you feed off the charge of power, your power over me. Don't you
know, can't you realize that this 'power' is only that which I
allow you? Don't you know that I only allow it to you for me,
that I am following my own purpose? She laughed silently, then
the voice began again and, of its own volition, her mind blanked
the present and returned to the place where even the voice was
unheard, though heard.

"You *are* this place where you are and you are the focus of
all the energy around you. Feel the light vibrations of the wind,
the heavy vibrations of the waves. They are resonating in you,
the energy building in you, waiting for, longing for, release.
Feel it build deep within you, from the small vibration which
was the start of it all."
She could feel it. The slight tingling which had been in her
skin only was now sinking deeper and her very core was beginning
the vibration she knew so well, loved so dearly.
"It is warm and you are comfortable, enjoying the feel of the
breeze on your face, cooling the heat from the sun which makes
it through the leaves. Slowly, with languid movements you unbutton
your blouse, the top button first, then the second, more and more
skin being revealed to the sun, to the breeze, to be warmed and
soothed. More and more skin revealed to the sky, to all nature
until your blouse is open, revealing all.
"You are beautiful and surrounded by beauty. Truly you belong
here. The trees, the sun, the sky, all accept you and the beauty
in them welcomes your beauty, joins with it, is pleased by it,
exults in it.
"The breeze caresses your skin like gentle fingers, lingering
over your belly, gently caressing, kneading. Moving up and touching
your breasts, your nipples, luxuriating in each caress. Crossing
your shoulders and caressing your arms and feeling, oh, so alive
in your beauty."
The breeze, yeah right, she thought, yet did not say. Yet it
did feel so good and unlike any fingers she had felt before.
And the motion was adding to that well of vibration deep inside,
rising up and looking for release.
Her nipples were erect, straining against the feather light
touches, begging for their return when they left to caress other
equally begging parts. She felt the joy of the undersides of her
breasts as they were stroked and touched. Her skin was alive!
Light caresses covered her forehead, flitted across her eyelids and
down to her lips which kissed at the nothingness. She was ready.
The energy within had begun to wash through her in time to the
waves and that deep center grew moist and accommodating, yet the
sweetness, which was like a delicious torment, neither ceased
nor increased in tempo or intensity.
"Oh . . . ." A moan broke from her lips, and a little of the
wonderful tension within her was released, only to build again.
"Oh . . . ." The tension rose and fell like little waves, each one
a little higher than the last. Her breathing became faster, shallower,
punctuated by occasional moans.
It was coming, she knew. The tidal wave.
But it did not come. The caresses slowed and her body, poised
for the release, subsided once more, leaving her at a level just
below the brink.
Hands slowly, carefully, unwrapped her skirt - her hands? his
hands? She didn't know and realized she didn't care. Her whole
body was now exposed to the sun, to the breeze and she gloried
in the acceptance of her beauty by the beauty of nature around
her. She gloried in the love which blew across her like the breeze
and shone down on her like the sun. She was loved and she loved;
she was beauty and beauty surrounded her. And as she gloried
in the beauty of nature, so nature gloried in her beauty, warming
her and relaxing her while not reducing her excitement in the
least. Rather she was now more open to it, felt it more keenly.
She stirred and gave a sigh of contentment.
The breeze, like warm breath, stirred her pubic hair and she
shifted, legs parting slightly, opening to the cooling, the warming
touch of the air. The caresses began again, long gliding caresses
beginning at the top of her feet, crossing her thighs, belly, breasts,
caressing her sensitive throat, her face and hair, then back down over
the shoulders, down the sides, hips, legs and back to her feet. Again
it was in time to the waves from the ocean and again she felt the
vibrations building inside of her.
Her whole body vibrated, now at a level much higher than before,
higher than the brink should have been. The long caresses continued,
punctuated by random touches. Her breast, nose, thigh, a nipple,
eyelid, breast again and on and on. With each touch her body
writhed and twitched. A more wonderful torture she had never
experienced. A moan escaped, then another and this was it. There
could be no going back now, she was sure. The vibrations too
fast, the energy too high.
Her body tensed and rose off the sand, a muffled sob issuing
forth. Her breath caught, and . . . .
And the caresses stopped, leaving her suspended on the point of
ecstasy. Slowly she sank back down, almost out of her mind with
longing for the release which would not come.
Every square inch of her was now an erogenous zone. The most
minute motion of air across her skin sent fires racing up and down
her body, jolting the pool of energy deep inside, poised to escape,
yet trapped. Every breath was now a shuddering breath as she tried
to contain, to release the energy. Her mind on her jangling nerves
she almost missed the moist touch of a wavelet on her heels. The
tide was coming in and she was in its path!
Concentrating on the waves lent her a bit of control. The water
was warm, so warm, yet it cooled her overheated body. The waves
were reaching farther up the beach, passing her knees, kissing
her inner thighs so delightfully, which parted a little further
to better enjoy this welcome attention. Soon she would have to
move, yet such was not her desire. She was filled with jumping
electricity, filled with joyous vibration, and moving would delay
fulfillment - she couldn't, wouldn't move.
"Ah!" she gasped, eyelids snapping open. The water like a warm
wet tongue had reached up and touched her, probed her, and her
body shuddered. Eyelids drooped again and closed as the water
lapped at her. The caresses had resumed and this time, she knew,
there would be no stopping. In time to the waves they charged
her skin from toe to head and back again. Flicking over sensitive
nipples, sending long shuddering spasms through her, pushing her
higher and higher, the energy within pushing out, on the threshold
of escape. Breathing irregular, face flushed, pushing to meet
each lapping wave, belly rising, thighs trembling uncontrollably,
body arching, breathing stopped, the tension increasing beyond
all limits - escaping. O-ohh, yesss, finally escaping! Control
gone, waves of warmth, beauty, joy, surging, pulsing through the
body, through the spirit, washing clean the memory. No time.
Only now. "Oh, Oh . . . OH!" The cries rising, then fading
into a long sigh of joy, release, exultation.

Body and spirit appeased, she luxuriates in the slowly
dissipating warmth. Eyes open and look fondly into eyes which
are filled with love. She smiles, lazily up at him, love radiating
from her eyes, her very being. He, basking in it, smiling his love
back at her.
Slowly she becomes aware that he has not moved, that her hands
are still within his. It takes a while to sink in, then wonder
fills her.
"You did it all with your voice only!"
He smiles at the tone of disbelief and wonder in her whisper
and leans close to kiss her lips. She closes her eyes. His lips
are like air upon hers, she barely feels the caress, then senses
him moving to place his lips close to her ear. She strains to
hear his words. At first she can't make them out, then as he
recedes, she understands.
"What voice?"

Eyes open to an empty room.
Perhaps, she thinks, perhaps one day he will really be here
again. For a moment feelings of sadness and longing envelop her
but they are quickly pushed aside by a new thought.
"Until then - or until something better comes along . . ."
She lights another candle and breathes in the heady fragrance.
The tape is turned over and soothing sounds of ocean surf fill
the room.

"It is a beautiful Autumn day, the warmth a surprise after the
cool days of the past week, warmth that brings one to walk among
the trees, to revel in the riot of autumn colours, and to bask
in the radiant sun. It will be a good day . . ."


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