Border Crossings, Burning Desire

My young Mexican wife, Isabella, was under a great deal of stress. Two of her brothers had attempted to cross the Rio Grande, hoping for a better life, but they had been apprehended by Border Patrol. Now, we were returning from a somber visit to her ailing father in Nuevo León, a man clinging precariously to life. Since our marriage, Isabella had been consumed by worry over his condition, leaving her emotionally distant and unable to respond to my advances. It wasn’t a promising start to our union.

I realized I needed to find a way to soothe her anxieties while we made the long drive home. As we crossed the border and headed south, I suggested, “Let’s try an experiment, something that might help you relax and forget about the troubles weighing on your mind.”

Isabella offered a weak smile, her eyes seeking reassurance in mine. “Sure,” she replied, her voice laced with weariness.

“Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and just listen to my voice,” I instructed, gently placing my fingertip in the center of her forehead. “Focus your mind on this spot, and push everything else from your thoughts. Think of nothing else but this point, and simply relax.” After a moment, I continued, my voice a low, soothing murmur, “Feel your head and neck relaxing, becoming loose and free. Let your shoulders melt into the seat, feeling their tension release. Your arms feel heavy, completely relaxed. Allow them to rest easily in your lap.”

As she began to take deeper breaths, the tension gradually draining from her body, my voice lowered even further, taking on an intimate quality. “Concentrate on this point on your forehead, where you see a faint glimmer of light in the distance,” I said, pausing for a few moments to maintain the effect. “Now, the light fades. Your eyelids feel heavy, so heavy that you can barely keep them open. You feel drowsy, drifting on a cloud, as if weightless.” Isabella’s smile grew a little wider as she succumbed to the trance, her body sinking deeper into the car seat.

This was only the first time she had experienced this level of relaxation, so I knew she wasn’t fully asleep yet. I needed to test her response, so I gently touched her on the inner thigh, right between her legs. She didn’t react, so I began to rub her jeans softly against her skin in that area. Her knees slowly bent slightly, and as I increased the pressure, I shifted my hand lower, working my fingers against her right side, just above her clitoris. Still no visible reaction, but her body was responding, her crotch following my hand’s movements. I hoped to stimulate her arousal, but I didn’t want to push her too hard, especially at this early stage.

“You’re starting to awaken now,” I murmured, my voice still soft and hypnotic. “When I count to five, you’ll be fully alert. One, and you’re becoming more aware; two, and you’re stirring a little more; three, and you’re almost awake; four, and you’ll feel completely relaxed and happy when you’re fully conscious; five, and now you’re awake!”

Isabella opened her eyes, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “Was I asleep?” she asked, her voice still slightly slurred.

“In a way, yes,” I replied. “Did you experience any dreams?”

“Yes,” she whispered, a blush creeping up her neck. “They were very sensual. First, I felt like I was floating on a cloud, paddling along, and then I felt a surge of pleasure, as if you were taking me in your hands. But I shouldn’t be so forward, should I?”

“Dreams are strange things,” I countered, a small smile playing on my lips. Just then, my cell phone rang, pulling me from our shared experience. It was a client, so we decided to postpone any further experiments for the day.

A week later, we were in my office – a large, converted room in our home that served as a makeshift programming shop – when Isabella received a disturbing phone call from Mexico. Her cousin had been brutally beaten by a “coyote” in the desert and left for dead. A friend had found him and secured medical assistance, but the journey back to Monterrey was long and arduous.

“You look distressed,” I observed, noticing the tears welling up in her eyes. “Let me try to help you cope with this worry,” I offered, hoping to provide some comfort. Isabella looked at me expectantly, her gaze filled with vulnerability. “Why don’t you sit on the office couch,” I suggested, “where I can attempt to soothe you again?” She readily moved to the couch and closed her eyes, waiting for my calming voice to take effect.

This time, she quickly succumbed to the hypnotic suggestion, her breathing slowing down as she slipped into a deeper state of relaxation. “You can only hear my voice; listen to my voice; you are so relaxed and content,” I began, my tone unwavering. “You’re in a safe place now, in the comfort of our home. The air conditioning unit isn’t working, so it’s quite hot inside.” Her expression tightened slightly, revealing her concern, so I knew she was following my lead.

“It’s so hot that you might want to remove your shirt,” I suggested, continuing my soothing tone. “Taking it off would be incredibly refreshing, allowing you to feel cooler. You should do it.” Isabella hesitated for a moment, then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, her movements deliberate and controlled. As she worked, my hand gently lowered to her jeans, resting lightly between her legs. Her knees parted slightly as she did this, and I shifted my hand lower, continuing to rub her jeans against her skin. Her body began to respond, her hips following the sensation, and I knew she was definitely aroused. I wanted to increase the stimulation, but I didn't want to overwhelm her, so I held back for now.

“You’re becoming more aware now,” I said, my voice softening slightly. “When I count to five, you’ll be fully awake. One, and you're starting to wake up; two, you’re becoming more alert; three, you’re almost fully awake; four, you’ll feel so relaxed and happy once you’re wide awake; five, and now you’re awake!”

Isabella opened her eyes, her gaze focused on me intently. “Was I really asleep?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

“In a way, yes,” I confirmed. “Now, let’s see if we can explore this sensation further.” I gently touched her inner thigh again, right between her legs. Her knees opened wider, and I began to massage her sex more vigorously, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin with increasing intensity. Her hips followed my movements, and her breath quickened. She was definitely responding, but I didn't want to push her too hard.

“You’re getting hot,” I whispered, maintaining eye contact. “Tell me when you need a break.” She didn't reply, so I continued my ministrations, focusing on her pleasure. As I worked, she began to tremble slightly, her body arching in anticipation. I knew that she was close to climax, but I wanted to prolong the experience before she reached the peak.

“You’re almost there,” I murmured, intensifying my touch. “Just a little further, and you’ll feel everything.” Suddenly, she let out a sharp gasp, and her body tensed completely. I released my grip just as she reached the point of no return, allowing her to ride the wave of pleasure until she finally climaxed, her body convulsing in response. She collapsed back onto the couch, exhausted but satisfied, her face flushed with arousal.

“You can let it all out,” I said, my voice filled with tenderness. “You’ve earned it.” As she recovered, I noticed a shift in her demeanor, a sense of release and vulnerability that I hadn't seen before. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Later that evening, I decided to show her how much I valued her presence in my life. I took her into the bedroom, stripped her of her clothes, and laid her on the bed, her body exposed and vulnerable. As she lay there, naked and trusting, I began to caress her, my hands tracing the curves of her body with loving care. The sensation was exquisite, and she responded eagerly, her body arching and twisting in anticipation. When she finally lost herself in the pleasure, I continued my ministrations, exploring every inch of her skin with my fingertips, my lips, and my tongue. I watched as she writhed in ecstasy, her body completely consumed by the sensation, and knew that I had created a moment of pure bliss for her. The experience left us both breathless and satisfied, solidifying our connection in a way that neither of us had anticipated. From that moment on, our relationship deepened, fueled by the shared pleasure and intimacy that we had discovered. It was a new beginning for us both, a testament to the power of touch and desire.

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