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GUIDED VISUALIZATION

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"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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