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Standard Disclaimer, NOT to be read by persons under 18 years of age.
Please thank the publisher who publishes my stories for you to
hopefully enjoy by sending him your good wishes. Thank you - Mesmer.

			"Hypno-Romance"
				by Mesmer
				(c)
				
                               * 

It was one of those rare opportunities and I couldn't let it go.
Something told me to take advantage of it and I did. I was sitting in
the back row of the class of science students. Next to me sat a girl
of about twenty or so. She was beautiful, and she was always tapping
her heel on the floor, sort of like she had restless-leg syndrome or
something. She always seemed to me to be off in noddy-land, too, while
the professors talked to us, and now she was doing it again. It was a
really annoying habit of tap-tap-tapping her heel on the floor. She'd
been doing it for about three weeks now and it was driving me nuts.
I'd have to fix that one day.  As I stole another quick glance at her
now, it seemed like she had gone into a sort of a daze again while
listening to the boring monotone of the lecturer way down the front.
It was one of those lecture theatres that rose up and away as you
walked back from the professor's desk, so there was a fair distance
between my row and the one on front. Also, we were seated rather
close.

     I don't know where I got the courage from - maybe from the
self-hypnosis book I had bought on impulse that told me I could have
any girl I wanted to, once I learned how to do it.  I had studied hard
and had practised on some of my friends until I thought I had it down
pat. .  My hear hammered in my ribs and my pulse raced. I had to
believe in the book. Too late to turn back now. 

     I called her name. It was Sharon. In fact, I whispered it near
her ear. She didn't hear me or chose not to. I leaned forward to see
here eyes. They seemed sort of far away, with a kind of glazed look
about them. I decided to take a chance. I leaned next to her ear once
more, very, very close.

     "Relax." I said in a soft, soothing whisper into her shell-like
ear. "Let ..yourself ..go ..and ..just ..drift ..on ..down ..even
..deeper ..into ..that ..special ..place ..you're ..in ..right ..now
.. It's .. so .. nice .. where ..you ..are .. You ..should ..enjoy
..it ..fully .. Further ..and ..further ..down .. Like ..a ..leaf
..floating ..down ..on ..the ..back ..of ..the ..wind .. More ..and
..more ..relaxed .. Eyes ..feeling ..so ..heavy ..and ..so ..tired ..
So ..heavy ..and ..so ..tired ..  Sleepy .. Very .. sleepy .. in ..
your .. special .. place .. So .. tired .. with .. those .. heavy ..
heavy .. eyes .. So .. nice .. to .. relax .. and .. just .. drift ..
off .. into .. your .. special .. place ..  while .. those .. heavy ..
tired .. eyes .. just .. close .. all .. by .. themselves."

     I whispered every word in a continuous fashion, just like I'd
always done while practising hypnosis - just like the book had said to
for absolute success. Then suddenly, Sharon turned her head and looked
at me, directly in the eyes. Her own were glazed, but she looked
directly into my eyes. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable,
but it never came.  She rarely ever looked at me, that I knew about,
anyway. Her eyebrows arched a little as if she was about to ask a
question, or she was puzzling over something. And then her eyes slowly
closed without stopping. Her head went back to face the front, leaning
forward slightly and her breathing deepened. I could tell by the
gentle rise and fall of her nice hand- size breasts beneath her shirt.
I let the breath out slowly between my teeth in a long, slow hiss.

     "Sleep.. Deeply .. now." I whispered again, leaning close to hear
ear. "Deeper .. and ..  more .. relaxed .. than .. you've .. ever ..
been .. in .. your .. life .. before .. deeply .. asleep ..  listening
.. to .. every .. word .. I .. say .. remembering .. nothing ..
because .. your ..  subconscious .. mind .. will .. remember ..
everything .. so .. you .. don't .. have .. to ..  remember .. what ..
you .. didn't .. even .. hear .. in .. the .. first .. place .. and ..
listen .. and ..  want .. to .. feel .. nice .. to .. relax .. sleep
.. deeply .. and .. want .. to .. listen .. and .. want ..  to .. do
.. everything .. I .. suggest .. that .. relaxes .. you .. so ..
deeply .. to .. sleep .. way ..  down .. to .. the .. deepest .. sleep
.. you've .. ever .. had .. while .. you .. listen .. and .. forget ..
everything .. and .. remember .. only .. what .. I .. suggest .. to ..
you."

     I noticed as I spoke softly into her ear that her breathing had
deepened considerably.  At one time I thought I heard a soft sigh when
I said 'deeper'. Now for the trance key, I thought as I gathered my
confidence. The professor was still droning on down the front about
who cared anyway.

     "You .. can .. come .. back .. to .. this .. special .. place ..
in .. your .. mind .. whenever .. you .. want .. to .. when .. you ..
hear .. me .. say .. your .. special .. trance .. key .. 'sleep- time'
.. and .. close .. your .. eyes .. immediately .. and .. go .. sleep
.. like .. you .. are ..  enjoying .. so .. much .. right .. now ..
when .. you .. hear .. me .. say .. your .. trance .. key ..
'sleep-time' .. and .. close .. your .. eyes .. quickly .. and .. very
.. quickly .. go .. to .. sleep ..  deeper .. and .. deeper .. and ..
wait .. for .. me .. to .. relax .. you .. even .. more .. and ..
you'll .. feel .. so .. wonderful .. and .. want .. to .. come .. back
.. here .. often .. and .. want .. me ..  to ..make .. suggestions ..
for .. you .. to .. follow .. to .. the .. letter .. in .. every ..
way .. so ..  you .. always .. feel .. this .. wonderful .. Isn't ..
that .. true?"

     I crossed my fingers and waited. Nothing happened. Then it did -
her head nodded, only once, but it nodded. I smiled. It was working
beautifully.

     "Tell .. me .. your .. trance .. key .. which .. you .. will ..
never .. remember.. Because .. you .. didn't .. hear .. it .. in ..
the .. first .. place." I whispered confidently.

     I heard her mumble something and leaned right  into her face. 

     "Louder." I whispered to her.

     "Sleep .. time." she mumbled a little more loudly than before -
not clearly, but I made out the words okay. I smiled, happy. Now for
the good stuff. There would be time enough before the professor run
out of things to say on his favourite topic.

     "I am .. your dream .. man." I told her. "I can .. give you ..
all the .. pleasure .. you always .. dream about .. in your .. secret
dreams .. and you .. want some .. of that .. incredible pleasure ..
from your .. secret dreams .. right now .. Isn't that true?"

     I watched her head lift a fraction, and then drop again as she
breathed out with a sigh.

     "Open your legs .. and relax very deeply .. and receive .. your
secret pleasure .. right where .. you want it .. right now." I
whispered.

     Then I felt her knee touch and press against mine as she opened
her knees. I reached down with my left hand and rested it on her thigh
lightly for the first touch.

     "The touch of your .. secret lover .. so warm .. and so
pleasurable .. and you .. can open wider now .. and relax .. and enjoy
.. very .. very .. quietly .. even when you .. reach your peak ..
without a sound .. and feeling .. so wonderful."

     Her knee pressed even more firmly against my own. I moved my hand
over her thigh and beneath her dress, feeling quickly the warmth of
her centre. As I touched softly against the soft mound of her pubic
hairs nestling beneath her underwear she took a quick breath of air. I
froze for a few seconds, and then proceeded with caution. Gently I
slipped my hand beneath the leg of her panties and immediately felt
the warmth and wetness of her apex. Soft, downy hairs on my
fingertips, and again she sucked in a short, sharp gasp of air. And
then she did it again. 

     My fingers deftly spread her swollen lips to expose her jewel to
my touch. When I grasped the very core of her between my finger and
thumb her breathing became suddenly erratic, panting and hunching her
shoulders as her head hung down even further toward her chest. Gently
I began to squeeze. On and off. On and off. On and off, in rhythmical
fashion.  On and off. On and off. On and off. 

     Sharon's breathing quickly began to match my pressure squeezes as
the continued for several minutes, her breathing deepening more and
more until finally I heard her take a deep breath. Then she crushed
her thighs together, trapping my hand between them. I continued the
gentle, rhythmical pressure-squeezing on the jewel of her Nile while
she thrust forcefully into my hand without saying a word, and I
continued to squeeze her in that sensual manner until the last shudder
had rippled through her body and she sighed loudly after taking a deep
breath. I gently removed my hand from her thighs as her knees relaxed
their pressure against me. I tasted her wine. It was the nectar of the
gods for me. It always was.

     "Now you're very happy .. and very satisfied." I told her softly.
"And this is how ..  you'll feel every time .. your hear your trance
key .. When you leave here .. you will wait ..  for me .. your secret
lover .. recognize me by .. your trance key .. only my voice .. when
you hear .. your trance key .. with my voice only .. receive more
pleasure .. and do what I suggest .. without question .. without doubt
.. everything so natural ..and so right for you .. when you count to
twenty .. and wake up and be normal .. and forget everything .. you
can't even remember now .. and not even notice me .. as you count up
now."

     I moved as far away from her as I could without getting too close
to the guy next to me and waited, watching for her first reaction when
her eyes opened. She must have counted fast. Her eyes opened. She
looked right and left, and then down at her breasts, a strange,
puzzled look on her face. I thought I could detect a crimson glow
spreading up her right cheek, but I wasn't sure. She looked down at
the professor who was winding up for the period. Then she slowly
closed her notebook. Now all I had to do was to walk outside where
Sharon would be waiting and claim my well-earned hypnotic prize.

			      * * 

The professor finally gave out our assignments and we all got up and
made our way out of the classroom. I walked slowly down the hallway
and out of the building, losing her in the crowd. And then I saw her,
waiting against one of the large, concrete pillars, with her back
leaning against it looking like she was doing just that - waiting. I
walked up to her, knowing my hypnotic conquest was waiting patiently
for me to get on with the rest of our lives. She was tall, but so was
I - a perfect match, and soon now she would know it.

     "Hi." I said smiling. "Pretty boring lecture, huh?"

     She looked down her nose at me as if I was a bug or something. I
could see the tightening of her jaw muscles as she dealt in her mind
with another jerk hitting on a single girl as she leant against a
post. My heart hammered in my chest. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
I completely forgot that she was no longer in any kind of trance. But
I thought she should have retained some of her secret-lover's feelings
for me, at least, from her deep trance.

     "If you don't mind." she said with a cold voice. "I'm waiting for
someone."

     My mind panicked as I saw the hostility and anger growing in her
eyes and on her face. I tried grinning at her. What was happening
here? I'd already arrived, only she didn't know it - yet. Desperate
times calls for desperate measures the book had told me. I had to put
her on the left foot somehow, until I found the opportunity to say her
trance key and hope like hell the bloody thing worked.

     "Did you enjoy your orgasm in class today?" I said with a forced
grin.

     Her face reddened instantly as she blushed from the neck to the
top of her forehead.  Her eyes blazed at first and then lowered from
my gaze. Then she looked up again, directly at me, her eyes alight
with a burning fire of indignation and anger. It didn't seem to be
working.  Fuck! Now I was really in the shit. I saw my life and future
dissolving before my eyes.

     "How would you like a sexual harassment case brought against you
for your filthy mouth!" she spat at me with a venom rich in instant
death for me.

     I was in desperate trouble, and I knew it. So did my pulse and my
heart. The Titanic had nothing on me. I bravely fought on, hoping like
hell that, as the book had told me, offence was the best form of
defence.

     "They were my fingers between your legs, squeezing your wet
little jewel." I grinned at her immediately.

     Her blushing deepened instantly, along with her hostility. She
looked puzzled, angry, murderous and confused, all at the same time.
Her eyes were like two blazing orbs as they glared at me. I fought
bravely on again, feeling like I was really going down now with the
Titanic for the very last time. I needed a miracle.

     "Squeezing your jewel until you came with a vengeance, and,
without a sound. That's why you're all wet, down there." I forced
another not-too-confident grin.

     She glanced quickly downward and then back at me, the tears of
her anguish, confusion and frustration brimming over and down her
cheeks. I'd had enough, I decided. It was now or never. Then, for the
first time in my life I prayed as I spoke.

     "Sleep-time." I said firmly to her." And then, "Sleep-time." for
a second time, just for bloody good measure, just in case the book was
wrong about trance keys. 

     Her face reflected at first her inner tumbling emotional
back-draft, and then her eyes glazed over and closed gently downward.
Her chest rose high, stopped for a few seconds, and then she sighed
loudly.

     "That feels much better than being angry. Isn't that true?" I
told her, my voice shaking a little as the Titanic inside my head
began to slowly surface again.

     "Yes." she said softly.

     "Are you still angry with me now?" I asked her, my pulse and
heart rate slowly recovering from the iceberg my ship had just hit in
the form of her anger.

     "No." she replied.

     "Who am I?" I asked, testing hesitantly. 

     She was silent for a moment, her brow furrowing a little for a
few seconds before relaxing to smoothness again.

     "My secret lover." she answered.

     A life-jacket. Somebody had thrown me a life-jacket. I grinned, I
think.

     "Are you ready to come home with me now?" I asked, praying for
confidence and no more fucking icebergs. I knew my Titanic wouldn't
survive another one.

     I saw her nod her head, but say nothing. I thought, for just a
moment, a brief moment, she was about to smile, but then it was gone.
I must be still in panic mode, I decided, as my breathing finally
began to return to normal.

     "Fine." I told her warmly as I felt the good graces of God
compliment me for my hypnotic prowess. "You're doing perfectly. Open
your eyes now and meet your secret lover, the man you've been waiting
for, all your life."

     Sharon opened her eyes, blinked several times quite rapidly, and
then smiled as she focussed her gaze on my face.

     "Hi." she smiled, with all the seduction sounding of her inner
essence, almost as if she really meant it. I didn't care. I would have
her, and that was that. If it meant hypnotising her like this, then it
was for her own good, and mine.

     "Hi." I smiled warmly back to her, feeling my heart melt along
with the weakening in my knees as my happiness set in fully.

			    * * * * 
				All that was ten years ago now. Sharon
still says "hi," in that same special way, whenever she opens her eyes
of a morning, and, she still smiles that same incredibly seductive
smile at me - that is, when the kids aren't jumping all over our bed,
wanting their Mum and Dad to get up and get them breakfast or play. 

     You see, I had fallen in love with her from the moment I first
laid eyes on her. I was the one for her, and she was the one for me. I
knew it at that very first moment - it was only she who didn't. But no
man would ever love her as often and for as long he lived as I was
going to do, and, I'm still doing it on the morning of our tenth
wedding anniversary. And since that first night she came home with me,
we've never been apart, and, two people under God's heavens have never
been as happy, all thanks to a little book on hypnotism that I bought
as a spur of the moment thing. Thank Christ for impulse shopping, huh?

			    The End
				by Jason.

			    * * * * 
				Post Script - Different author:

     Dear Readers,
     I fell head over heels in love with Jason the first time he sat
next to me in class. I knew I loved him with all my heart - just like
I used to read in the fairy tales about wonderful romance. I knew he
loved me too, just from the glazed look in his eyes when our gazes
first met. I also knew he would never have the courage to even ask me
out, let alone tell me that his feelings, when we first looked at each
other for only a second or two, had been the same as mine. 

     My friend had taught me hypnosis when I had told her of my plight
with Jason. After that, every time we were in class together I would
get a far away look in my eyes and on my face, and just stare into
space, while resting the weight of my leg on the ball of my right
foot.  That would cause my heel to tap in staccato fashion, silently,
but loudly enough on the floor so he could not possibly avoid hearing
it. 

     I'd been doing it for three weeks, but at first, every time I
turned to look at him he would look away, so I wouldn't catch his eye
as he stared at me. He was very quick. And after three weeks I had
almost given up and was planning to tell my friend that night to come
up with another idea when it happened. As I turned to look at Jason,
like I always do after about fifteen minutes of heel-tapping, he
actually held my gaze for a few seconds. His eyes shined as if they
were in a sort of a daze. My friend had told me that when it happened
I would have to move quickly to get done what I had to do. I leaned
over to him, holding his shining gaze in my direct stare and whispered
only one sentence - slowly, and with all the heart-feeling I could
muster.

     "Relax deeper ... and deeper ... and very ... very quickly ...
and know that ... you have the idea ... now ... to learn hypnosis ...
and hypnotise me ... into being your lover ... and your wife ...
because ... you already know ... you love me ... with all of your
heart ... like I love you ...  and ... you ... will ... be ...
confident .. of .. that .. outcome .. and .. be .. very ..
successful."

     The rest, as you have just read, from Jason's point of view, is
history. I know he writes sexy stories from time to time and posts
them to you for publishing on the web.  Because he gets me to post
them after he's left for work, I always steam open his letters, read
them, and then re-seal them and post them. 

     When I read this one I couldn't let his readers think that he'd
gotten completely away from the real truth, so I added my bit, just
for the hell of it. I hope you all don't mind. Don't tell him. I want
him to read the truth for himself when he looks to see if his latest
story is published. And, I'll be right behind him when he does. And
when he turns to look at me, he'll see the same tears in my eyes that
I know will be in his, because he still loves me fiercely, just like
he always has, and, just like he always will. 

 For Jason:By the way, sweetheart. I really didn't have to capture you
with hypnosis, my love. And I'm sorry I gave you a hard time when you
met me as I waited, leaning against the post. But I couldn't let you
think I was a pushover completely, and I just didn't want to waste any
more time being without you, than I had done already. Can you ever
forgive me?

			       :) (grin)
				
			    * * * * 
				Another Happy Ending.
				(Is there any other kind?)
				by Mesmer.
				  



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